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zephyrchama · 1 month

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Living together in a big house with one (main) (shared) bathroom means that mornings can be tough.

When you first arrived at the House of Lamentation, it was hard to fit in. It was really hard to get into the bathroom in the mornings and fight six demons for use of the sink. If more than two others were in there at the same time, they practically formed a living wall that blocked you out, forcing you to wake up extremely early or risk being late for school.

That got better over time though. You gradually managed to fit into the house's morning routine.

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Lucifer has his morning routine down to an exact science. Usually he's fully dressed and has his hair brushed before leaving the bedroom. He might be running on pure muscle memory though - one time you handed him a warm washcloth for his face and he just stared at it in confusion for several seconds with a furrowed brow. He has no problems getting it himself, but this break in routine gave him pause. It took Lucifer a moment to realize what it was and to thank you.

If you get the chance to eat breakfast together, Lucifer likes to ask about your day. "What do you have planned? Remember, we have that meeting at five. Did you prepare for the ancient hex exam?" He might slide a bit of his food onto your plate before he goes, a way of returning the pleasant energy boost you always provide for him.

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Mammon can hustle. Which means that Mammon can get up early if it benefits him in some way. A part time job, an early bird discount, a chance to slip past Lucifer's defenses and borrow some cash.

That doesn't mean it's easy. Waking up takes some serious effort. Mammon will stumble into the bathroom to do his business first thing in the morning, yawning with his eyes half closed and tugging up whatever pants he just tossed on for modesty.

The tsundere part of his brain takes a few minutes to kick in if he's just woken up. If he spots you, Mammon will demand a good morning hug and wrap his arms around you, deaf to your cries of "Mammon! Go wash your hands before you touch me!"

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Leviathan is always groaning in the morning. He's probably not aware of it. He's probably muttering complaints but is too tired to actually speak the words properly. His blankets are always a tangled mess, wrapped unevenly around his feet and contorted around his body, but Leviathan can easily Houdini his way out of them when it's time to get up. If there's no event or livestream to wake up early for, he'll sleep in for as long as he can before starting the day with a nice shower.

He finds warm running water to feel so pleasant and you can often find Leviathan spacing out next to the faucet. He'll greet you with a sleepy "ah, morning," and accidentally splash you in an attempt to wave his hand. The embarrassment and slight panic from getting you a towel to dry off with is usually enough to properly wake him up, and he sheepishly exits the bathroom and guards the door until you've finished changing into dry clothes.

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Satan can hardly even put his shirt on properly when fully awake.

The man's a sleepy mess when he tries to get dressed in the morning. He'll stay up all night to finish a book he's invested in, then stumble out of his room "ready to go" when it's time for breakfast. His pants are unzipped and the button is coming undone. He's only got one sleeve on and it's on the wrong arm, or the buttons on his shirt are all misaligned and half have been skipped over.

He doesn't protest anymore when you tidy him up. Some mornings he'll doze off while you straighten his tie and fall forward into you, then try to play it off as a hug. Satan doesn't want to let go though, you feel so much warmer on a chilly morning.

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Asmodeus is a rare morning riser. Too much sleep is bad for the skin, he claims. If he has trouble getting up, he'll either go soak in his private tub for energy or seek you out.

"You have to hear what happened last night," he'll say, strolling into your room while there's still ten minutes left on your alarm. He sits on the edge of your bed, and if you try falling back asleep he pulls you up into a sitting position. "Listen to this, you won't believe it!"

Asmodeus isn't afraid to get touchy if it means you'll wake up faster and he gets your attention. He'll sit you in his lap, or press you against his side, or run his hands down your face and squish your cheeks with a mischievous smile.

When the main bathroom is too crowded to use you're free to borrow his, with the caveat he gets to style you for the day and you might be late when he gets overzealous.

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Beelzebub can also be found awake in the mornings. The quiet hours before everyone else wakes up are best for stretching, taking jogs, and grabbing a pre-breakfast appetizer. He'll get spooked if he hears footsteps approach the kitchen and slam the fridge door shut in a hurry, but all is well when he sees you enter the room instead of Lucifer.

Beelzebub is a big guy who takes up a lot of space. When you run into each other in the bathroom and are rushing to get ready, it's easy to bump into him. On days he's still pretty tired, he might not even notice you bonk your head against his arm. That's fine though - you don't want him to notice you until he's brushed his teeth. After all, Beelzebub's morning breath is a potent magical weapon.

If you need the bathroom sink while he occupies it, Beelzebub is kind enough to nudge you in front of him (once you've confirmed his mouth is minty fresh). You both get to use the mirror this way, and you can both see each other's smiling faces.

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Belphegor is the king of oversleeping. The powers of you and his twin combined are hardly enough on some days, but mostly the responsibility of waking him falls to you. You quickly learned it's best to wake him from behind his head, if you can manage to maneuver your way into a suitable spot to do so. Anywhere his limbs can easily grab you will result in being pulled into bed. He's like a sleeping kraken.

You suspect that Belphegor wakes up easier than he lets on, but he feigns ignorance. He insists he was totally fast asleep when you struggled to physically drag him down the hallway towards the bathroom, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso with all your strength. And when he clung on to your waist and nuzzled his head into your stomach. And when Beel came to help free you from Belphegor's clutches, but he rolled you under him and muttered "mine now."

Definitely fast asleep, doesn't remember a single thing.

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞♡𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 🔞

Who said every omega needs an alpha?

Tags/Warnings: Omega!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Omega!Jimin, Mentioned Alpha!Yoongi, Stereotypes, Friends to lovers, Major Fluff, Romance, Slight angst, injury, brief hospital visit, smut, oral (f. Receiving), smut, Dom!Jungkook, protected sex, knotting, biting

Length: ~5k Words

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A/N: Boo.

-> Masterlist

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Jeon Jungkook.

He's a good looking guy, above average in almost everything he does, and easy to like. Conversations flow easily around him and friendships blossom left and right- almost everyone knows and likes him. It's hard not to, really; as an Omega, he's naturally passionate and caring, a gentle guy that enjoys making others happy.

You met him at a friend's birthday party, the young wf having noticed you standing mostly all by yourself without really conversing with anyone. He'd been kind enough to introduce himself, stay with you, and keep you there for much longer than you usually stay at gatherings like these.

And right now, he's standing in front of you, smile still on his lips and hands tucked away in his jacket pockets while he sways front and back on his heels after having told you he's interested in you.

Romantically.

"There's a.. You said you collect those stuffed animals, squishmallows, right? There's a new store that sells the really huge ones. We could stop by that store tomorrow, if you'd like." he offers, curious eyes watching you with a glimmer that's just.. Jungkook.

Jungkook is new. Different. He's nothing you'd expect, always doing something you'd never be able to guess- and ut makes spending time with him hoth exciting and a little stressful at times.

His eyes always seem to sparkle when he smiles. It's honestly unfair, how they always put you under their spell with their boba-pearl charm. How can you say no?

How can anyone ever tell him no?

"I.. Okay wait. You.. And me?" you wonder, and he nods, smile turning into a grin that makes his lower eyelids raise. "But I'm not, uh… Are you sure?" you wonder, and he becomes surprised at that it seems.

"I am. I wouldn't have asked you out like this if I wasn't." he says, still swaying a little.

He's always been like this. Never staying still. Always up to something. Constantly moving. Like his body is constantly generating excess energy he can't seem to burn. Like the energizer bunny.

"what makes you think I'm joking?" he asks, and you look down, rather watching the tips of his shoes than his gaze any longer.

You can't stand his gaze. You're gonna melt into a puddle if you look at him any longer.

"I'm just.. Me. And you're you. Shouldn't you want someone more.. Opposite of you, rather than the same?" you ask carefully and it seems that it clicks for him in that moment.

It's technically common sense- alphas get with omegas, omegas with alphas. That's how it goes- or so one might think.

But Jungkook isn't any wolf. He's not ordinary in anything he does- so it's unsurprising that his sub-gender also isn't what one might expect.

"Ah~." he hums mostly to himself, before shaking his hair out of his eyes after the wind had blown it over his face, fingers pulling the strands from his piercings decorating his bottom lip. "Stereotypes. You're talking about me being an omega and all that, right?" he wonders, and you nod.

"Sorry." you instinctively say. The regret of your words already starting to make you uneasy. Did you insult him now?

Male omegas tend to be very sensitive when it comes to this. Or maybe that's Stereotypes too?

"No problem, lots of people think that way." he shakes it off, taking a step towards you. "But, rather than explaining to you what is and isn't true about the stuff people say-" he starts, feigning innocence before he grins at you, holding your hands in his now, playfully, just by the tips of your fingers. "-how about I show you?" he asks, and you look back at him.

"huh?" you can only answer, and he sways again, tilting his head to the side a little, swinging your hands a bit.

"Go out with me." he bluntly suggests, grinning brightly. "And I'll show you."

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Wolf's sub-genders have been the topic of Novels and movies for a long time now.

The most popular trope being the alpha that falls in love with their omega, to live happily ever after. Some of your own favourite media actually includes this stereotype as well- and for a long time, in your head and in many others, this was the most ideal couple amongst wolves.

However, reality is more complex than that, and you're roughly reminded of that with the way Jungkook behaves.

While he does offer a lot of the general traits associated with being an omega, such as his big round eyes and constant need for physical contact, he also doesn't fit others at all. He's muscly, masculine body dressed comfortably in clothes made of soft materials, and his behavior, while gentle and soft in the way he acts, feels oddly confident and almost dominant to you.

He's sure in his walk. He knows his worth.

There's a hand on your back leading you without any force through the store, like a remote control, no need for actual strength.

There's that glimmer in his eyes every time you struggle and ask him for help with something, as if he's amused by the fact that he makes you nervous.

There's that look of victory in his face whenever you seem flustered by any of his words, Luke it's a game he keeps winning.

He's making your head spin.

You're both sitting on a blanket in a calm park- when he lays down, patting the spot next to you in an inviting manner. "Come here." he smiles, and you do so- easily cuddling up to him, surprising yourself even, considering you're not one that's this easy with physical contact like that. But Jungkook? He runs the inside of his wrist over your neck, bashful smile on his lips as he watches you, caring nature of his sub-gender showing in his actions.

"What're you doing?" you wonder, and he grins sheepishly, caught red handed.

"Scenting you." he says. "I- we technically do it differently as wolves but, I don't wanna seem pushy." he admits, and you nod. You know how it usually goes.

You remember your last alpha doing it, licking your neck instead, or biting. It made you anxious. Every bite could've been made to last, after all.

"…Thank you." you tell him due to that, the way he makes sure he's never too forceful making you feel at ease- and slightly guilty. "And sorry." You apologize because of this.

"for what?" Jungkook wonders. "I had a nice day, even better than I could've imagined. I'm feeling really happy right now." the young man explains, and it makes you a little jealous how easy it seems for him to voice out his emotions.

You're not that good at it. Maybe he can teach you?

"For judging." you explain, but he just scrunches up his nose before softly flicking a finger under your chin, teasing you.

"Don't worry. It's normal." he shrugs, before rolling onto his back, your head on his tattooed arm as you watch the clouds as well next to him. "Do you think.. We could try?" he wonders, and after a moment of thinking, you nod.

You know what he means by that. And you want to try as well.

And he swears, if he had a tail, it would be wagging like an excited puppy.

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Your first kiss happens rather Spontaneously.

It's unprepared, a little clumsy, happening in the kitchen after you'd placed a small bandaid over the cut Jungkook had accidentally given himself while helping you cook. Seeing you tend to such a minor wound so carefully just set something off inside him- and he couldn't help himself.

And after the initial shock of it all, kisses seem to be a constant around Jungkook.

As soon as you meet up, there's a quick peck as a greeting, lips barely properly touching, but enough to make the gesture of affection count.

Small kisses on your cheek whenever he's close enough, just to see you turn red, shyness of you just too precious to look away from.

And most importantly? The way he scents you changed.

While pretty tame at first, the entire act of scenting you has become somewhat heated these days- just like now, as he runs his lips over the crook of your neck, back and forth, hands almost sensually running over your body, clothes suddenly feeling itchy.

He never crosses boundaries, never bites where you don't want to, never pushes himself past your limits just because it's easy to do. He's gentle, caring, offers you just what you need in the right amount, easing you into the waters that's his love.

And it makes you brave. It makes you want more.

Your own limbs seem to want him closer as well, your mind slowly becoming more and more trusting towards him, as he builds up the affection every time you spend time with one another.

It started just with cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. Then, the kisses got added to the mix- shy at first, his confidence with you slowly building up towards the point of where you are today; Heated, bodies warm and needy as his hand travels underneath your soft fleece shirt, fingertips carefully meeting the underline of your chest. "Still okay?" He asks, lowly so as if worried he might pop the little bubble you're both in and wake you up from the trance of emotions, but you simply nod, smiling, happy.

And as an omega, he feeds off of your emotions; he thrives in the fact that you're giving yourself into his arms so freely and comfortable, no worries in your scent whatsoever in his presence.

He shamelessly purrs at the way you kiss his collarbone, lips pressing over a tiny little beauty mark he has in that area, making him shiver in pleasure. You've not talked about going all the way yet- and right now, he's not trying to get into your pants at all. You're so attentive to him, offering such kind affection, that its enough for now. He can't deny however that your scent is driving him crazy- making him hungry for even more intimacy than he's receiving already.

He's needy. Craving.

"Can I eat you out?" He asks breathlessly so, and your eyes widen before your cheeks grow a bit red. "You don't have to say yes." He adds at the sight of your shyness, but you just shrug in response.

"I don't know what it feels like.." You start, before you look up at him, and he feels himself feeling upset. How come you've never experienced that? You're so sweet, you should've been able to explore your most carnal desires with someone you trust. "..but I trust you." You say, and his body erupts into happiness.

You trust him.

It washes over him like the hot stream of water in the shower after a long day, making him nod eagerly as he kisses you first and foremost. Jungkook is pretty orally focused, you've noticed; playfully nipping your skin here and there, kissing you randomly, or just running his sensitive lips over the soft skin of the back of your hand, feeling your skin with his mouth and hot breath. So it's not a surprise when he doesn't mind kissing you a bit more chaotically, open mouthed and tongue exploring your mouth with confidence.

He loves you, after all- and he can see, feel, that you're falling for him too.

He makes it all feel so natural that you can't help but giggle at the feeling of his kisses down your bare stomach; dress pushed up by his hands, a grin showing when he notices your reaction to his antics. He feels as if he's high- never having had the opportunity to be in a situation as easy and simple as this; both of you just existing, no words needing to be shared, no roles defined, no goal in mind other than making the other just as happy as yourself.

It's an odd feeling at first, but simply the sight of him so immersed in the act makes it feel ten times more erotic to you than you thought it might. Your breathing is deep, occasional sighs escaping you, soft voice chanting out his name like a mantra to keep you sane; and he starts to feel drunk off of it, teasing licks turning into more determined motions, tongue flat on your most sensitive area, the feeling odd but not unpleasant. All that fills your head is simply your approaching high, not in the slightest feeling like anything you could've done to yourself.

How will it be when you're both in heat?

You've known each other for months now, after all. Your cycle has synced up by now, you've noticed last time he'd taken time away to himself.

Your back arches as you roll your hips closer to him, lost in the ecstasy while his hands hold a firm grip on your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh while you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, before he let's go of you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling back up to lay down next to you with an impish smile on his red lips. "Hey." He jokingly greets you after you've opened your eyes again, noticing how he's moved your dress back down again as to not have you get cold.

Jungkook lays there with a smile, and you feel funny in his presence like this. You've never had anybody talk to you or treat you like he does ever before- you're used to either being told exactly what to do, or to be scolded for what you're doing or have done- so him talking to you like you're something special makes you a little confused on how to act.

And it makes you scared, because up until now, you've ruined everything good.

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"So have you, you know? Repaid the favor?" Jimin asks, eating his sandwich in front of you while you suddenly turn pale. "Oh." He just humms, while you let your face fall into your hands.

"Oh god, I'm such a nasty bitch, really.." You groan, eyes stinging already at the thought of Jungkook having expected you to get him off as well, just to get nothing in return but a stupid cuddle. The shame washes over you like waves on a stormy day, clashing against your bones with anger that swells up in your chest. You're upset at yourself now, appetite having vanished, and now you're even madder at yourself because Jimin had literally paid for that little piece of cake you'd chosen to eat here, and now you can't even enjoy it anymore.

Hormones are a gorrible thing, especially for omegas. And the stress you have these days just really fucked you over, causing you to drop into a new mental low.

"Hey, no-" Jimin says, wiping his mouth with a napkin before a hand reaches out to touch your arm. "-I'm sure he would've said something if he'd expected anything." He says, making you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Great, so you're saying he doesn't want me like that, thanks." You say roughly, and Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Oh god I'm sorry, now I'm all moody and-"

"Everything alright?" Jungkook's voice rings out next to you, as he stands close to your chair now, having spotted you in the small cafe with Jimin while passing by on his way home from work. "Hey, what happened?" He coos worriedly, bending down a little to get a better look at you who's hiding your face in your hands, humiliated about crying in a public setting like this, while Jungkook tries to assess the problem- your scent making him anxious too, but in a different way.

You're his partner. And his instincts tell him to offer you comfort, make you feel better.

You've always been overly emotional like this, but its worse now than ever. Jimin said that it's probably from being raised so roughly by your more than strict parents- after all, he remembers the times he had to make up stories just so you would be allowed to stay over at his family home, or for you to attend school trips. He's put himself into the line of fire constantly just to hang out as a friend with you- your mother hating him growing up for being a 'bad influence', and your father even threatening him with violence after Jimin had cut your hair for you, having grown tired of you being unable to express yourself even in the slightest at the age of 15. You remember how Jimin had grinned to you the next day, after everyone at school genuinely complimented you for your new appearance.

However, years after and now both of you working adults, you still have the habit of breaking down crying at the sight of the slightest thing going south in your life. But Jimin simply smiles watching Jungkook squatting next to your seat, carefully wiping your cheeks and eyes concentrated as he listens in on your hiccups interrupting your words to him, none of it very coherent.

But he manages to understand.

"Baby, it's totally fine, I don't hate you." He chuckles, pulling a chair from an empty table close by to sit next to you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you both, by the way." Jungkook laughs, reaching out to shake Jimin's hand. "Jungkook, nice to meet you."

"Jimin. She's been talking non-stop about you." He teases, making you pout while drying your eyes with a napkin, earning a snort from Jungkook who just can't help but find your glare cute.

At the end of the day, you're happy to see your best friend and boyfriend get along so well- both making sure you know you didn't do anything wrong- and that it's totally fine to cry.

Jimin making sure to underline that no one even noticed at all.

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"I'm sorry sir, but I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone with her at all." Jungkook says, and it's all a face-off you never hoped you'd have to witness.

Your father had arrived unannounced to apparently bring something over your mother had sent- but you know he just does it to tell you how 'messy' your apartment is, and how you don't have your life under control. You don't know why exactly he does it- any parent would be happy to see their child earn a living from a job they genuinely enjoy; your art selling for high prices, well known celebrities decorating their homes with your works. Jimin had always said that your father is simply jealous- but you can't help but feel small under your parent's strong gaze and harsh words, Alpha father too intimidating to resist bowing to.

And now? Right now your father had told Jungkook to leave, and to yours (and probably your father's too) surprise, Jungkook had declined.

An omega, refusing an alpha's command.

"I'm sorry too, dog, but It's not up to you to decide that." Your father responds, and you worriedly look between the two men, when Jungkook speaks up yet again.

"You're right, it's up to her." Jungkook says. "It's her apartment after all." He says, turning a bit to look at you. You quietly nod, giving him the sign that yes, you want this man out, but you can't bring yourself to say it. It makes Jungkook feel protective of you in this situation, no mate able to stay calm at the prospect of their partner feeling in danger of anything in their presence. "Please leave, or I will call police." Jungkook says, and your father scoffs.

"I'll give you a nice black eye before they get here then, how about it?" He threatens, and while you step in front of Jungkook in a moment of thoughtlessness and reckless protection, you end up receiving the punch right into the side of your head, knocking you to the ground.

"No!" Jungkook barks out, rushing down to your level to check up on you- before spotting your father looking down at the scene with horror.

"I didn't mean to-" He almost whispers, before he takes a shuddering breath, leaving the apartment and you two alone.

You feel dizzy, headache already starting while your hearing sounds like cotton wool had been stuffed into it. It's distant, almost non-existent, and you can only hear Jungkook with your unaffected side. "What's wrong, baby, talk to me.!" he urges, and you sit up a bit straighter, noticing an odd feeling in your ear that makes you run your finger over the opening of your ear canal. When you move it away to reveal red spots of blood, the omega wolf immediately rushes to get his car keys, rushing to the emergency room with you next to him.

An overnight stay, and thorough examination later, you're free to go again, Jungkook making sure to cover all the formalities for your release, while you wait in your room.

"I can't believe he fucking punched you. Oh my baby peanut.." Jimin jokes dramatically, though you know there's genuine anger directed at your father in his words. He's currently keeping you company, his job as a nurse coming in quite handy in times like this, before the door opens to reveal a smiling Jungkook.

"Alright, I've been given your antibiotics and papers, so we're good to go now." He informs you, making you nod, albeit a bit hesitant after being told not to move your head too violently.

"You're lucky there wasn't anything more serious." Jimin sighs.

"Her hearing will be back soon right?" Jungkook asks, and Jimin nods.

"A month or two, typically. The bruising will be down even quicker I imagine."

And Jungkook nods, keeping in mind to never let you get hurt again.

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True to his words, a few months later, there's no trace of your past injury any longer.

Now on a spontaneous camping trip Jungkook had surprised you with to help you get over your artists-block and give you some inspiration, you're both entangled inside the van he had rented out, the rain pattering harshly onto the roof of it. You're both unconcerned with the little thunderstorm outside however, rather occupied with each other as he finally uncovers all of your body for himself.

You'd thought it would all feel much weirder than it actually does, but it's Jungkook- every move he makes feels natural at his point, even if the territory you're both walking on right now is absolutely new to you.

The condom over his length makes it a bit easier for him to push himself inside you, your warmth welcoming him eagerly and making him struggle to compose himself. You're just so pretty in the dim orange light that shines inside the van from the front that he can't help himself, his instincts to breed you full of his cum pushing itself into the front of his mind. You'd look so good covered in his release- and you'd smell even better, he knows it already.

Maybe next time. Or next round? How long can you take it?

Right now he's gasping for air, your little whimpers making him feel more sensitive than he's ever felt before. Not even his own heat compares to this burning need he feels growing inside him, your hips rolling up into him, and he's a goner. A growl leaves his throat before he bites around your neck, movements becoming more frantic now in the heat of the moment, needing to claim you as his. "I love you." He hums into your neck, and you respond with your own confession, before his hand angles your leg a little better, his thrusts a lot more desperate at this point. The van is probably visibly shaking from the outside, force of his hips hard enough to fill the small interior of the sleeping area with the wet sound of skin against skin, and your sensual breaths.

You're whining for more, but for what exactly you're not sure of. But again, as if he can read your mind, he knows- hand reaching between you both to press and roll your clit between his fingers, making your core clench and thighs shake with your sudden orgasm, his hips never ceasing to move as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, kiss him feverishly.

It gives him the final push to cum as well- though he's a bit disappointed it has to be inside the condom, and not you.

But, Again; maybe next time.

You're overly sensitive, noticing something odd happening, but he reassures you with licks and kisses to the bruised spot he'd bitten over and over on your neck while his arms hold you close. "Did you forget yet baby?" He chuckles amused, making you a bit shy considering the position you're now in.

Completely connected, his knot keeping him inside you at all costs.

"Kook?" You wonder when you notice the muscles in his thighs still trembling occasionally, hips pushing as close as he can get, breaths studdering, gasping. He's moaning quietly every time you involuntarily clench around his length still inside or move too much, and it's in that moment that you realize he's probably still in the midst of his orgasm.

Talk about drawn out.

It doesn't take long for him however to notice your rather impish acts, the way you seem to be very aware and in control of your actions- and much to your surprise, the moment he's able to slip out and discard the filled condom, he's back between your legs, thrown over his shoulders with a grin on his lips that spells trouble in bold.

"You didn't think I was done yet, did you?"

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"I'm a little worried though." Jimin says, sighing next to you while you reach into the bag of chips he's holding, TV show playing on the screen while you both spend a day together alone. "Yoongi is an alpha- what if I get on his nerves or something? Alphas are said to be quite moody.." He mumbles.

You giggle, adjusting the strap of your tank top that rests right over the permanent scar of Jungkook's forever bite.

"Don't worry Jiminie." You simply reassure him.

"That's all just stereotypes."

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angelltheninth · 9 months

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Could I request getting into an argument with Hobie Brown or Peter b parker headcanons?

Oh angst! There's plenty of angst to be had in Spiderverse.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown x Reader

Tags: slight fluff, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, cuddling, makin up and making out

A/N: Have to use the crying gif cause Peter is such a drama queen.

Peter hates getting into any kind of fight with you, over pretty much everything. It's not that he's not just as stubborn as you are but he knows how ugly these can get, so would very much like it if instead of screaming your heads off at each other, you give each other a little space to process things.

"No, this isn't a break up, god why did you think of that first? Do you want to break up? Okay, I thought not. Then there's no problem in giving me space is there? I'm not moving out, I'm gonna sleep on the couch! If I didn't know any better I'd say you really do want to get rid of me."

Sleeping on the couch is not as easy as it once was. You see him stretching, groaning as he pops his back but he doesn't complain about it, not a sound. He will give you your space as you will give him his. There needs to be time for you to cool off. The worst part are the awkward goodbyes you sill share, with the both of you stealing apologetic glances at each other but neither making the first move.

"I'm going out on patrol for the night. No, you go to bed, I'll get home when I get home. As I always do. Don't look so worried, I'll be thinking about this anyway, I don't need your puppy dog eyes too. Want me to pick up anything while I'm out? Got it. I'll be sure to do that. Well... see you in a few hours I guess."

He does come home late, with flowers for you that he sets beside your bed before he crawls in. You're still pretending to be asleep but you feel his arms pull you close to him from behind, his lips ticking your neck as he mumbles he still loves you and gives you another squeeze before the bed creaks right before he leaves. You don't let him, you wrap your hands around his forearms before he has the chance to let go and tell him to stay.

"Sure? I think we're both too tired to talk about this now. Yeah, in the morning. Do the flowers bother you? I can move them. Haha, I got everything else too don't worry. But when I saw them I couldn't help but think of you so here they are. Cause they were beautiful and made me smile, just like you."

Hobie gets very heated when he gets into a fight with you. Not in the terms that he's loud or lashes out a lot but he can stay angry for a very long time, unable to let go. He wants what's best for you, how do you not realize that? If he takes any risks its because of you and for your safety.

"Oh so now its my fault right? Right, right blame it all on me why don't you? I'm being unfair? You just told me to stop putting myself at risk. I'm sorry sweetheart but that's not how being a hero works. Well its a stupid idea. No, I'm not calling you stupid I... forget it, no use talking this out."

Going out begins to get even more frequent for him. You get the feeling that he's doing everything he can to avoid talking to you about this problem. The good thing is that he's not getting hurt, yet. But he can't avoid you forever, he knows it too, he knows that sooner or latter he will have to talk to you. It drives you both crazy when you're in the same bed still, but back turned, in complete silence.

"How long do you think you can keep this up? Yes, you. I haven't been avoid- ah, I guess I have, a little. Look, I... I feel like if we don't talk about this, it's not go away on its own. Might take longer but... I'm being dumb? Well what about you? I thought you wanted your space? Too much of it huh? I can fix that. I'm not distracting you, I miss you."

The moment he gets his hands on your body, his lips on yours he can't get enough. It's like he's never kissed you before, like he's feeling these things for the first time, you arching against him, you sighing against his mouth and moaning his name as you try to get him as close as possible without seeming too needy for him. He missed you too, a whole lot and he's not holding back when it comes to showing you just how much.

"This isn't exactly an apology but I think it's a nice start don't you? Don't give me that look now, you like it too. I can make it better, if you want. Let's say, for every thing we manage to hash out we give each other a kiss. A little reward for us working out our issues."

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rubysunnday · 2 years

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nothing ever lasts forever

a/n: if any of you saw the edit i posted to everybody wants to rule the world - that's where this has come from

summary: Anthony Bridgerton refused to even entertain the idea that Y/N Elliot could become his viscountess. She was the perfect woman and a perfect friend. But that was precisely the problem. If he married her, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from falling in love - and he'd made a vow to himself, that that would be the last thing he'd do.

"You, my lord, look as if you are contemplating murder."

Anthony jumped. He turned his head sharply to the right, looking at the woman who had just spoken.

Y/N Elliot beamed at him as she approached, holding two glasses of lemonade and a small plate of cakes. "Apologies, I did not mean to startle you."

"No apology necessary, I was in my own head. It has been a rather overwhelming evening, Miss Elliot."

"I have heard," Y/N said. Her lips quirked into a smile and she handed Anthony one glass of lemonade. "I would offer you some whiskey, but I do not believe that Lady Danbury has any out."

"I will take anything, at this moment," Anthony replied, taking a big gulp of the sour liquid.

Y/N stood beside him, looking out at the ballroom. She had known Anthony for a few years now - they had formed a bond at the Greenwich ball back in 1810 after Anthony had been forced to dance with a reluctant Y/N.

He had called on her the next morning to apologise for his foul mood and to ask her out on a promenade - strictly as friends. They had walked the length of Hyde Park and around the centre of London, talking non-stop about society and its ridiculous rules.

Ever since then, Anthony had sought Y/N out at every ball or party, looking for a companion who understood him and would not force him into a dance.

"They are not all that bad," Y/N said quietly, leaning towards him. Anthony glanced at her. "If anyone is to blame, it is their mama's for raising them that way."

Anthony chuckled, shaking his head. "I did think you young ladies were taught how to dance."

"Does not mean we are any good at it," Y/N countered. "Most of them are all looks."

"Yes, I did discover that... no one is capable of any worthwhile conversation," Anthony grunted, setting his empty lemonade glass aside and putting his arms behind his back.

"Ah, unfortunately, most mamas view intelligence as a negative trait. They would rather their daughter's butchered Beethoven than read a book."

"I would not mind the lack of conversation if they could play something nice."

Y/N chuckled, breathing in deeply. "Well, you might be asking too much of London's high society."

"All I want is a young lady who will make a good Viscountess and who will bear my children and look after my sister's. I do not need them to love me - nor do I want them to. I simply want a Viscountess."

Y/N tried not to show her surprise, nor slight horror, at Anthony's statement. Of course, she knew the man was a Rake - in fact, his announcement of his intent to marry that season had left her speechless. But she had thought he wanted to marry for love - not just for the sake of it.

"My lord, you make it sound as if you want a machine for a wife."

"Well, it would certainly make this entire debacle significantly easier."

Y/N moved, standing in front of him. "May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Have you even considered finding a love match? Instead of searching for the most suitable candidate as if it is a job you are trying to fulfil."

Anthony stilled. "It complicates everything. Love shall have no place in my marriage. Please excuse me, Miss Elliot."

Y/N opened her mouth, wanting to hold Anthony accountable for what he had just said, but the viscount was swiftly walking away and over to his brother, smiling politely at every young lady he passed.

"Was that Viscount Bridgerton I saw you talking to?"

Y/N groaned. "Mama -"

"Did he ask you to dance?"

"Mama -"

"Did he?"

"No, mama. You know our relationship is strictly a friendship - there is no romance there."

"Apologies." Y/N's mother put a gloved hand on her daughter's arm. "He seems to have rattled you, dearest."

Y/N sighed softly. "I thought..." she paused, trailing off. "I thought that, if he was not after love, he would at least be after friendship."

"Yet he has not looked at you twice since his announcement."

Y/N nodded sadly, closing her eyes for a moment. "Whilst I know I should not let it get to me," she inhaled heavily, "he is a man who deserves love and I cannot understand why he seems so determined to forsake it. To forsake love or friendship."

"He is an enigma, darling. I would not let it trouble you - he has clearly made his mind up about his future. Now," Y/N groaned, sensing her mother's change in tone, "how about I go and introduce you to Mr Thomas Dorset and you take a turn about the ballroom with him?"

"Mama, I do not -"

"Just do this for me," Y/N's mother said, squeezing her hand. "Please."

Y/N relented, slumping. "Fine."

Hyacinth was unhappy. It had taken her a few days to figure out why she was unhappy, but one look at her brother explained everything. She knew what Anthony wanted in a wife - well, not the full extent, but enough to know he was being an idiot.

"Hyacinth, you have been staring at me for the past ten minutes," Anthony said, folding the corner of his newspaper down, and staring back at her. "What is the matter?"

"Nothing, brother."

"Hyacinth -"

"Why have you not considered Miss Elliot for a wife?"

Anthony choked on his tea, almost dropping the cup as he spluttered and coughed. "Pardon me?"

"Well, I just thought, since you do not want to love someone, why not marry a friend? It seems like a reasonable agreement."

"Hyacinth, I... I am sure Miss Elliot has many other suitors who can offer her a happier life -"

"She does not," Francesca chimed in, sitting down next to her brother, a notebook in hand. She flipped it open and leafed through a few pages. "She is courting Mr Dorset, at the minute - a man, I know for a fact, she only considers a friend."

"She is courting Dorset?"

"That is what I just said - dear lord, have the debutante's deafened you with their pianoforte?" Francesca asked, scrunching her brow up as she stared at her brother.

Anthony looked down at his newspaper for a moment. "Since when was she courting Dorset?"

Francesca, taking pity on the fact her brother had clearly been blindsided by the news, slid a copy of Lady Whistledown his way, taking his newspaper from him. "It arrived this morning."

Dearest readers,

It would appear that this season has begun with a rather exciting development. Miss Y/N Elliot - the close 'friend' of one Viscount Bridgerton - has been seen promenading with Mr Thomas Dorset. It would appear that, despite his mama proclaiming his desire to wed, in front of every eligible lady at the Danbury Ball last week, Viscount Bridgerton has missed the most suitable candidate from his list: Miss Y/N Elliot.

Perhaps, should the Viscount read this column, he will take it upon himself to rectify things... before it is too late.

Anthony stopped reading as Whistledown moved on to talk about the unflattering orange and yellow gown Penelope Featherington had been sporting. He held it loosely in his hand, staring at Y/N's name.

"There is obviously more than just friendship between the two of you," Francesca said softly.

Anthony belatedly realised that Hyacinth had left the room and it was just him and Francesca. He turned his head to face her, letting his conflicting emotions show.

"Would it be so bad to entertain the prospect of becoming more?" Francesca continued, her tone gentle. "She would be an excellent wife."

"I do not doubt it," he said hoarsely.

"Then what is stopping you?"

Francesca looked older than she had before as she stared intently at her eldest brother. Anthony was suddenly hit with the realization that, at some point, Francesca had grown up into a woman. A woman who knew far more about the world around her than most would.

His sister reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently. Anthony sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Is it so wrong to fight for what you want?"

"I fight for the family that I have," he replied softly. "That is why I cannot marry for love. When father died, it broke mother. She was barely there, in the months afterwards. I was only eighteen, Frannie. And I was a Viscount and a brother and a father, all at once.

"I do not want to see anyone else suffer the way mother did. I cannot be the cause of anyone's grief. It is better for everyone if I marry out of duty and not out of love. Better for me, better for you, better for Y/N - better for the entire world, I am sure."

Francesca sighed. "As much as I disagree with you, I know when there is no changing your mind."

"I appreiciate that -"

"But will you at least talk to her? Before it becomes too late for anyone to do anything without a scandal coming down around us."

Anthony nodded, swallowing thickly. "I will. I shall talk to her when she comes to Aubery Hall in a few days' time."

Anthony was avoiding Y/N.

He had promised Francesca he would talk to her, but every time he saw her, the words he wanted to say died in his throat. She spent most of her time with Dorset, arm linked with his, laughing at what he said.

It was infuriating Anthony.

And that was precisely his problem. He could not marry Y/N, even out of friendship. Because he loved her far too deeply to be able to keep the distance between them. Anthony knew that he would succumb so deeply that the feeling would overwhelm him and his plan would fail.

He could not do that to Y/N. He could not be the reason she stopped smiling and became a shell of herself. It was not fair to her, no matter how deep Anthony's feelings went.

So, he stood at the side of the ballroom, trying to ignore how empty and dull it felt without her presence, and watched as she danced with Dorset and Fife and smiled in all the right places.

As much as he wanted to look away, he couldn't. Because even as his heart ached, she was still so beautiful.

He was beginning to see her in his dreams - and when his work became too mundane, Anthony began to hallucinate her laughter. He found himself unable to think about anything else but Y/N. Before, he had managed to contain it - to lock it away in a box and hide it. But now... it was everywhere and there was no catching it.

Sundays were often the quietest days in the Bridgerton household. Nothing really happened and it allowed Anthony a moment of calm to finish the work he'd had since Monday and to maybe go for a walk around the grounds, taking a moment to himself.

It had rained the night before, thunder rumbling out right above Aubery Hall. The majority of the guests staying within the giant house were in their rooms, finding ways to occupy their time until lunch.

Anthony, however, took the solitude and the slightly damp ground and decided to go for a walk. He went down to the stables, checking in on his horse. He walked around the gardens, stopping to admire the hyacinths and the lilies, and he strolled around the outside of Aubery Hall itself, reminiscing over memories lost to time for everyone but him.

"You are avoiding me."

Anthony swivelled on the top of the stone staircase, looking back at the door he'd just walked out of. Y/N stood there, dressed in a dark-coloured spencer jacket and a lighter-coloured gown.

"Miss Elliot, I -"

"Anthony Bridgerton, if you even dare try and lie to me right now," Y/N said, tripping over the hem of her dress as she stepped out onto the landing, "I will hit you."

"Your dress appears a little to long -"

"Mama had the hem dropped because I got new shoes and now it is too long when I wear my old shoes - stop deflecting. Why are you avoiding me?"

"I... I thought it best."

"Why?"

"I did not want to interfere with Dorset's courtship of you."

"That is the most terrible excuse I have ever heard. You were avoiding me before Mr Dorset even began courting me - in fact, you have been avoiding me since this season began."

Anthony shook his head, rocking back on his heels. "Miss Elliot, I cannot tell you why for I fear you will not understand."

"Not understand - Anthony, are you hearing yourself?" Y/N demanded, stepping close to him.

It was as if they were in a standoff. They were slowly turning, Anthony moving away from the stairs and to the door back into Aubery Hall, Y/N moving out into the open.

"Y/N, I cannot -"

"All season you have interviewed and insulted every single eligible woman in the ton. Every single one, except me." There was such fierce anger in her eyes that Anthony was actually taken aback. "Why?"

Because I love you. "Because I did not think you suitable."

Excellent response, Anthony, make the situation even worse.

"Pardon me?" Y/N said slowly, her voice dangerously calm.

"Miss Elliot, I doubt you would even begin to understand why I am doing what I am doing -"

"Of course, I will not - you are refusing to explain it to me!"

"It is not something I want you to trouble yourself with -"

"I am already troubled, my lord. I have been troubled all season because you refuse to even consider me as an option to be your wife! We are friends, are we not?"

"We are."

"Would it truly be so terrible to marry one's closest friend?" Y/N asked softly, her eyes begging Anthony to be open and honest with her.

Anthony was silent. He wanted to say that he would be honoured to marry her. That he would be marrying more than his best friend. But he could not allow himself to say the words.

The silence broke Y/N a little bit more. She inhaled sharply and took a small step back.

"I see," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I am sorry to have wasted your time, my lord."

"No, Y/N, wait, please -"

Anthony stepped forward, a hand stretched out to grab Y/N. Y/N stepped back, trying to move away from him. The hem of her dress caught the heel of her shoe, causing her to completely lose her balance. Unable to catch herself, Y/N's arms flailed, and her fingers brushed against Anthony's as she fell backwards.

Anthony felt as if time had slowed down. He could only watch as Y/N hit the steps, her head smacking with a sickening thud against the edge of the stone stairs. She rolled down to the bottom, her body limp, eventually coming to a halt at the foot of the stairs.

"Y/N!"

Anthony practically launched himself down the stairs, sending gravel flying as he fell to his knees beside her, his hands hovering over her body. He put a hand behind her head, gently feeling around, only to pull it away and find his hand covered in blood.

He rubbed his thumb against it, slowly processing what it was. As he looked back down at Y/N's unconscious form, he could see blood slowly seeping out from under her head, weaving through the gravel.

Anthony shook his head a little and forced himself to focus. He somehow managed to lift Y/N up into his arms, putting her right arm around his neck and letting her other rest on her stomach. She was a complete dead weight and he grunted as he stood up.

He stumbled back up the steps, ignoring the puddle of blood where Y/N had laid, and carried her back into the house. His voice kept catching as he yelled for servants to call a doctor and for someone to fetch blankets, his feet carrying him up the stairs and down the corridor.

Guests poked their heads out of their rooms, desperate to know what was happening, only to be ushered back inside by the staff. Anthony followed a maid down to the room Y/N was staying in. He heard Y/N's mother let out a horrified gasp, calling after her daughter as her unconscious, bleeding body was carried past her.

Anthony gently laid Y/N down on her bed, carefully lowering her head to the pillow, his fingers coming away stained with even more blood. He vaguely realized that the collar of his shirt and his cravat were both covered in blood, the once white fabric stained forever.

"She fell down the stairs outside," Anthony said as the maids rushed around, Mrs Barett, the housekeeper of Aubery Hall, effortlessly giving orders to the maids swarming the room. "Hit her head on the stone railing."

"Are you alright, my lord?" Mrs Barett asked, glancing over at Anthony as she undid Y/N's jacket, manipulating it off her body. "You are covered in blood."

"It... it is not mine," Anthony managed to get out, tripping over the words.

Mrs Barett stood up, pausing. She nodded grimly. "Alright. Lord Bridgerton, I know you do not want to leave her, but please can you step out for a moment whilst we undress her and check the rest of her body?"

Anthony nodded automatically and walked through the crowd and into the quiet corridor outside Y/N's bedroom.

"Anthony?" Colin said, pushing himself off the wall, and walking over to him. "Anthony, I saw you carry Miss Elliot inside. Are you... are you hurt?"

"It is not mine," Anthony whispered, looking up at his brother. "It is my fault. This is all my fault."

"Brother -"

"We were arguing," he continued, swaying slightly to the side. "We were arguing and she fell. She fell, Colin."

"I know," Colin said, putting a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "But it is not your fault."

"It is."

Anthony could see Y/N lying on the bed, now dressed in a night gown. She was still and her skin lacking most of its colour. Suddenly, someone blocked his view, putting a hand to the back of his neck.

"Anthony, look at me," Benedict said, his figure filling Anthony's view. "Just breathe."

Anthony looked up at his brother - the only one he had never truly had to parent - tears filling his eyes. "It's my fault."

"It's not."

"It is... it is," Anthony whispered, pitching forward.

Benedict and Colin both stepped forward, catching him between the two of them and carefully guiding him back into a chair.

"It is all my fault," Anthony repeated again, closing his eyes as he slumped into Benedict's embrace. "All my fault."

'It is not good news, I am afraid. She took a heavy blow to the head and lost a lot of blood. There may be memory loss and damage to her brain. But, with time, she should heal.

When will she wake up?

That, I do not know, my lord. '

Anthony threw his pen aside, rubbing his face and sighing. It had been a week. A whole week of bypassing Y/N's room and avoiding most of his family. The guilt was overwhelming him.

He knew he'd been awful to his family. They had been his outlet for the past week - receiving the brunt of his temper and impatience. Colin, especially, had become a regular contender.

There was a gentle knock on his study door and Anthony looked up, forcing a smile to his face at the sigh of Hyacinth poking her head inside.

"We are having tea," she said quietly, "if you would like to join us." She hesitated for a minute. "I miss you."

Anthony swallowed heavily, his eyes stinging a little. "Of course. I'll be there in a minute, Hyacinth."

Hyacinth nodded and quietly left the study. Anthony sighed, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. He didn't bother putting his jacket back on or unrolling his shirt sleeves - it was just his family.

He walked into the drawing room, sending a tight smile to the rest of his siblings. Anthony hovered awkwardly in the centre of the room, thinking of what to try and say to his siblings. All of them, aside from Hyacinth, Benedict and Francesca, were blatantly ignoring him.

"Anthony, come sit down," Francesca said gently, moving over on the sofa, creating a space next to her.

Anthony walked over to his sister, sitting down beside her. He looked up at Colin, who was looking everywhere else but at Anthony.

He and Colin had fallen out, again, over how much Colin wanted to splurge on another trip. It was always a sensitive topic - money and travel - but Colin never seemed to quite realise how privileged he was. Anthony hadn't meant to snap at him but it was the last straw.

"Colin, I wish to -"

"Did you hear something, brother?" Colin asked, turning to Benedict.

"Colin!" Francesca snapped, glaring at him.

"Our dear Viscount has already made his opinion of my activities very clear," Colin muttered, looking at his plate.

"Alright, that is enough," Francesca said, setting her tea cup aside. "You are acting like a child, Colin."

"How is this my fault?" Colin exclaimed.

Anthony closed his eyes as the bickering resumed once more. He knew he shouldn't have joined them - whenever he did he ruined the mood.

Violet could hear her children arguing before entering the drawing room. She had just walked past Y/N's room and seen her sitting up and smiling at her mother. Telling Anthony in front of everyone was probably not a good idea - but Violet was desperate for her children to stop arguing and she knew Colin was one harsh word away from completely alienating his elder brother.

Perhaps a show of emotion - real emotion - from her eldest would make them realise that he was still their brother.

"Anthony," Violet said, walking into the drawing room. The argument stopped abruptly as everyone turned expectantly to their mother.

Anthony's head shot up and he looked at her, his eyes wide. Violet could tell that, for a minute, pure panic gripped Anthony. But as she smiled at him and nodded once, the panic faded to relief.

"She's awake?" Anthony croaked, staring at his mother.

Violet nodded. "I spoke to her just now."

Anthony smiled tightly, nodding furiously. His face crumpled abruptly and he let exhaled shakily, covering his face with his hands. Every emotion he had been trying to hide for the last week hit him all at once and he just broke.

There was a slightly awkward silence as his siblings stared at him but Anthony simply no longer cared. A gentle hand rested on his back and he moved his hands away from his face, turning his head to the right and facing his sister.

Francesca looked at him, her eyes full of sympathy. She knew Anthony better than perhaps the rest of his siblings. Anthony leant back against the sofa, exhaling heavily. Francesca grabbed his hand with both of hers, rubbing her thumb over the back of his.

"It's ok," she said softly. "You can cry. It's just us."

Anthony smiled sadly, pressing his lips together tightly as he felt a sob threatening to break through. "I know."

Violet, who had been standing in the middle of the room, watching, walked over to him, perching on the arm of the sofa. "I know how hard your father's death was on you. And I can only apologise for how absent I was during that time. But you must know... despite everything I suffered during those months, I do not regret loving your father as much as I did.

"It is only because I loved him as much as I did that I ached as much as I did." Violet rubbed her hand up and down Anthony's arm, pressing a kiss to his head. "You cannot lose her, Anthony. Do not lose her."

Y/N set her book down on her bed and sighed. She looked out the window and out over the grounds of Aubery Hall. Anthony had not visited her since she'd woken up. She wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting from him but it hurt, nonetheless.

Knowing sleep was simply not going to come, Y/N clambered out of bed and put on her robe, tying it at the front. She gently opened the door to her room and walked out into the corridor, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb anyone else.

Y/N walked down the stairs and paused at the bottom, turning to look at Anthony's study. There was a gentle glow coming from under the door and Y/N knew he was awake. He was always awake.

She heistated for a moment, not wanting to cause him anymore anxiety. But her desire for closure and to know why he had been ignoring her, won, and Y/N padded over to the door, twisting the door knob and pushing it open.

Anthony looked up as his study door opened and he stilled as Y/N poked her head around the door.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," Anthony said, standing up. "Should you not be in bed, resting?"

"I think I have had enough rest," Y/N replied. "It's late."

Anthony glanced down at his pile of paperwork. "I have too much to do."

"I can -"

"No, stay," Anthony said abruptly. He swallowed, pausing. "Please."

Y/N stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her. "I have questions."

"I know," Anthony replied, stepping out from behind his desk and approaching her, meeting her halfway. "I was a fool. You deserve to know the truth."

"Ok," Y/N said, nodding. "Where do you want to start?"

Anthony gestured to the leather chairs in front of his desk and Y/N sat down in one, gently straightening her rob. Anthony sat down in the one to her left and cleared his throat.

"When my father died... my mother was a ghost. She barely existed in the months afterwards and the grief almost killed her. Whilst she does not remember most of that time, I remember every waking moment. I can still hear her wails and screams."

Anthony paused, taking a shaky breath in. Y/N waited patiently, not wanting to rush him.

"When I married, I decided it should be free of the ravages of grief. Because I could never be the cause of such pain. No matter how hard-hearted and cruel everyone else may find me to be. My own family included."

He turned to face Y/N, his walls entirely broken. She watched him with an utterly serene, understanding expression on her face.

"Y/N, the reason I never considered you is because I love you," Anthony said hoarsely. "And I could not do that to you. My father lived until the age of thirty-eight and I can not see myself outliving him in any way. I did not want to cause anyone any grief when I die, which is why I searched for a marriage without love."

"By your estimation, you have nine years left?"

"Yes."

"OK, then," Y/N said softly, nodding.

"You're not going to tell me I'm being silly?"

"It is a perfectly reasonable reaction to have considering what you went through," Y/N told him. "I don't expect you to get past this either - you probably won't be able to, not until you turn thirty-nine, at least. But you cannot live the rest of your life in fear of this. You cannot let it control you."

Anthony sniffled, wiping his eyes furiously. "Y/N, if we only have nine years together -"

"Then they," Y/N said, standing up and walking over to Anthony, crouching down in front of him, a hand on his knee, "will be the best years of my life. Time does not indicate how much you love a person. Whether we have nine years together or twenty, I will love you just as much as I do right now."

Anthony closed his eyes, letting his head hang. His shoulders shook as he began to sob and Y/N gently pulled Anthony into her chest, guiding him to the floor. Anthony clung to Y/N as he sobbed, hiding his face in her robe.

Y/N and Anthony sat there on the floor, holding one another, in the dark of the study, crying. He had opened up to her and told her the brutally honest truth - and Y/N had caught him as he crumbled and kept him upright, never letting go.

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astarion-approves · 9 months

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Astarion x Reader

Some fluff, very slight angst, and an adorable kitten.

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The sun is shining brightly, leaving a warm embrace of its touch upon your skin. You take a moment to stand in the light and enjoy it. After all, it’s not every day Astarion asks you to join him in a private walk.

At least not during the day, that is.

“I do cherish these moments, you know.”

Astarion joins your side, the vampire you’ve come to love pausing to lift his head and in the direction of the sun. You feel your heart beat faster as you gaze at this mysterious vampire.

A man enjoying his freedom, grateful of feeling the sun again.

“It’s not very often that we find ourselves alone… and with this much clothing on-“

Astarion chuckles, his laughter bringing that lovely feeling in your chest, a feeling that you’ve been eager to share. But then his smile falters, and you watch as he worries at his bottom lip. His fangs catching at the edge, the sharpness reminding you of everything he’s capable of.

“Look, there’s… something we need to talk about.”

Astarion tilts his head, motioning you to follow him. It’s unlike the vampire to move so slowly, his feet dragging in front of you as he leads you to a large rock to sit together.

He stares straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact with you. You notice how his hands hang in front of him, his thumbs twiliting around themselves.

Very unusual.

Is Astarion going to leave the camp and never return now that he has his freedom?

…Has he decided to move on from you?

Astarion notices your uncertainty, his composure breaking for just a moment. The look in his eyes… was fear.

“It’s about us. The party, our group.”

You rip your gaze from his, forcing yourself to look out and into the area around you. Focusing on the birds as they sing their love stories, the waterfall near by as it crashes into the water below, a fat little bumble bee as it buzzes by—

And then a single soft meow.

Your head snaps back to where Astarion sits, the vampire stares back at you, his smile wide and eyes glimmering with joy.

In his hands he holds a kitten, its fur a black darker than the night sky, and bright red eyes that glare like daggers into your heart. Two large fangs poke out from under it’s upper lip, teeth that remind you of… Astarion.

And now that you thought about it. Your first meeting with Astarion was in a nearly identical fashion. Only that his dagger was a sharp blade ready to slice across your throat.

“I’ve named her Tiger, isn’t that just adorable?”

‘Tigers are orange.’

Astarion clicks his tongue at you and instead brings his focus to the kitten, who looks up to the vampire with a loving gaze; nothing like the evil glare you received.

“Of course, I know that! She’s still cute nevertheless.”

Tiger purrs as Astarion slides his hand down her back. All the while the cat is still glaring in your direction.

The level of confidence the creature holds only makes your heart melt. You slowly raise your hand towards the animal, watching her for any signs of a battle about to begin.

Although your chances were low, you managed to successfully pet the top of Tiger’s head.

It was love at first pet.

“I assume by that charming little smile of yours that her joining the group won’t be a problem then?”

Your hand halts, Tiger huffing when you stopped petting the top of her head.

‘Wait. Was this what you wanted to talk about?’

Astarion snorts.

“Of course, darling. I mean, whatever else would we have to discuss?”

‘I thought you might want to leave the group.’

Astarion gasps dramatically, earning a roll of the eyes from the kitten in his lap.

“Me? Oh, I would never.”

'But you wanted to talk about the group–"

"Ah. Well. Yes."

Astarion gestures to the kitten in his lap. A kitten who now naps peacefully with no care in the world.

"I figured I would need some sort of permission before brining a cat back to camp. I thought that sleeping with our makeshift leader would certainly have its benefits in convincing you that Tiger needs to join our party."

A weight has been lifted off your shoulders. For now, it seems that Astarion wishes to stay with you and the others.

He simply wanted to bring another member to the party. A member who just happens to be an adorable kitten who makes your lover smile.

'Tiger can join the group. Anything that will make you smile like that is always welcome.'

"R-Really?"

He seemed surprised, but you don't miss the happiness that flows from him.

"Always putting my needs before your own… No one has ever done that for me…"

You smile and lean back, sighing softly to yourself as you look up to the sky once more. Perhaps Astarion was truly unaware of your feelings for him. He has you tied around his finger… and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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m00nsbaby · 8 months

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The way you miss me.

Marc Spector x F! Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pre-Khonshu events, angst, mentions of violence.

Word count. 1.9k.

Summary.

"We just keep on doing this, doing this, don't we? I'd try to leave, but you'd find some way, To twist my mind and make me wonder. If one day, I might change, And everything would make sense, darling. You'll see, Believe me, Now come sit down, just put your hands on me. I'm not trying to say I don't wanna stay, I just know how this story ends. Use my body against me and all of our history, I hate the way you miss me. Hate the way you, way you miss me."

You were going to break up.

Both of you knew that this had been imminent for some time, no matter how much you wanted to delay it.

No matter how much you wanted to avoid it.

Your first mistake had been accepting Marc Spector's self-destructive lifestyle, something he was sure of, but he was also sure that he never wanted to return to an empty house after one of his "jobs."

"I have to go to Cairo next week." He walked behind you as you organized the mess in the kitchen. You had told him a thousand times that you couldn't stand it when he did that, and more than once you had accidentally stepped on him, and he would pretend to be in unbearable pain to tease you even more.

It wasn't uncommon for him to drop these kinds of news on you like a bucket of cold water.

But again, maybe this was your fault for accepting this silent agreement that had only gotten worse as your relationship developed.

"For how long?"

When you looked at him, he shrugged.

Well, that was new.

"What do you mean by that?" It almost made you smile, if it hadn't been for that slight flutter in your stomach that warned you when something was wrong.

He knew you inside out, and he didn't want to face what was coming either.

"I don't know if I'm coming back."

You put down the plates you were holding, placing them on the kitchen counter with a louder thud than you would have liked.

"What are you talking about, Marc?"

"It's… It's very dangerous."

"Then don't go." Had your hands been trembling all this time?

It was funny, really, because both of you were trying to hold on tightly to your masks of feigned disinterest. Marc and you would both be crying your hearts out if it were easier for you to express your feelings without crumbling.

"I can't." Another two-word response.

The only thing more irritating than his one-word answers.

"What do yo mean?"

"He's not going to let me stay, he says he needs me." Ah, that. "He says I'm one of the best."

How were you supposed to deal with knowing that your partner was considered one of the best in the low world of thieves and mercenaries?

Your eyes fixed on the slight scratches of the counter table, reminding you that time you almost killed Marc for not using a plate when he chopped stuff.

And you swallowed hard. You wanted to scream, cry.

You wanted to give up.

"Why are you telling me this?" Please don't answer, please don't answer, please.

Please.

"Because we can't be together anymore."

Ah, there it was. You would love to say that this was the first time this had ever happened, but the truth was that Marc had been trying his best to protect you from this type of pain on multiple occaions. Actually, to this point you had already lost count of how many times.

Maybe the problem was that Marc didn't really want to leave, as much as he insisted.

"And?" What a funny gesture. You had learned it from a movie, the one where you crossed your arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Your gaze burned into him. You were probably the only person in the whole world who could make Marc Spector lower his gaze.

"Are you leaving just like that? Do you want me to just consider you dead one of these days?"

Oh no, there was something you hated more than his monosyllabic responses.

Not getting a response at all.

"Answer me, Marc!" And your voice broke.

"I told you this would happen." Probably the worst part was that he actually had. On multiple occasions.

"And I told you I wouldn't let you." Oh yes, that had also happened many times. "You don't get it?"

You took a break from the shouting as he searched for a way to respond, his gaze fixed on the floor and you sobbing until you could swallow the lump in your throat.

Marc was never good with words; actions were his strength. So when his arms wrapped around you, clinging to his chest as if you were about to disappear into thin air at any moment, you couldn't help but shatter into a thousand pieces.

Because it wasn't you who was disappearing.

"You can't do this to me." Kisses on your hair, and his body tensed, trying not to break apart with you. "You can't leave."

"I've already put you in danger enough." His voice was so velvety that you considered the idea that all of this might be a dream.

Perhaps Marc was just a dream.

"Do you understand that this can't go on like this, right?"

You nodded, disgusted by how terrible the damp fabric of his T-shirt felt against your face.

"You can leave it. Your job." It was funny to call the horrible things Marc did at night that way.

"I can't. I can't leave it; he will…"

Another sob, one more painful than the last. How had you gotten into this?

"Shhh, shhh." Marc wasn't used to being the strong one in situations like this; usually, when night came, you were the one cradling him in your arms.

The one whispering that everything was okay when nightmares wouldn't let him sleep.

"Do you understand that I'm doing this for you, right?" His arms squeezed you tighter against his body. "Because I love you, and because I'm afraid they'll hurt you." His voice faltered, and you were sure that hearing him cry would be the final blow to your coffin that day.

"I can take care of myself." Drowning in your words. "I can… We can leave."

"I'm too deep into this."

He had never said no so many times. He had never taken so long to give in to the options you gave him to fix things.

So it was indeed going to happen.

40 minutes after thoroughly dissecting the topic, both of you sat on the living room carpet, Marc's body leaned against the sofa, yours against Marc.

With one hand, he held a glass of wine, and you did the same. You had lost count by now, but the lights in the room seemed brighter than usual, and your flushed cheeks defied the December cold.

"Do you remember when we tried camping last year?"

He scoffed, nodding.

"Taking you was like taking bait for the mosquitoes," he kissed your shoulder. "And I nearly set half the forest on fire with a poorly made campfire."

You wanted to laugh; you really did. But you couldn't forget where this conversation was coming from, and more importantly, where it was going.

You just smiled and nodded. It had been a good day, though on that day, you were sure you wanted to kill Marc with your own hands. It turned out you weren't much of an outdoorsy person after all.

There was a prolonged silence, and there had been many of those since you took that position.

"I don't want you to go."

"Love," he pleaded.

"I'm sorry." Tears were running down your face again, and Marc tightened his grip on you. You both finished your glasses in one gulp, and you squared up to him.

The more you focused on Marc, the more you felt like life was slipping through your fingers. You weren't in a position to imagine a life without him; at this point, you had no choice but to accept the idea. To accept that you would never again feel his curls tickling your neck when he held you from behind, you would never again fight with his arms in the morning to escape his embrace, and you would never again argue with him because he kissed you too forcefully with his 3-day stubble.

On the other hand, you would also never again spend sleepless nights wondering if his life was in danger or if he would never return, you wouldn't cry with him when he refused to tell you what he had done in his absence, and you wouldn't wash blood out of his clothes ever again.

Either way, you never liked tending to his wounds.

"I don't want you to go," you repeated as if one sentence would achieve what you hadn't achieved in months.

He didn't respond, instead, he cupped your chin with his fingers. You wouldn't feel that either ever again, and it made you feel like vomiting.

In a matter of seconds, his lips took possession of yours, and a push to the wine bottle knocked it over onto the carpet.

As your fingers tangled in his hair and Marc's body pushed you back, you looked at the bottle. Would that stain on the carpet be the only proof that Marc had ever been a part of your life?

"When you come back." You could tolerate the idea of Marc leaving your life, but never the idea of him not coming back. Never the idea of losing him that way. "I'll be waiting right here."

And Marc wished he could be as optimistic as you.

"I never thought I'd be one of those guys who goes back to his ex-girlfriend at the first opportunity."

Both of you laughed with a pain in your chest that was almost visible in your expressions, and you had already lost count of how many times you had ended up in this uncomfortable silence that churned your stomachs.

"Let me go." His voice broke the silence, cracked and pretending the fakest laughter you had ever heard.

"I can't, Marc." Your cheek was against his chest in seconds, your arms using all their strength to hold onto him as they had been doing for a long time.

"Please," he begged, kissing your hair so many times that he felt like the scent of your shampoo was seeping into him.

He was never aware, but he always smelled like you, and you carried the scent of his cologne with you everywhere. You were extensions of each other, pushing each other to the limit until the bond broke at both ends.

"You always do this to me." He laughed again, broken. "You never let me go."

This was the first time you did.

It took longer than usual, more hours, more kisses, more effort, but in the end, you let Marc go with the foolish hope that you would see him walk back through the door he left from.

It was a two-week mission, but Marc never came back.

Well, he did, but he didn't come back to you.

His life took a 360° turn in every imaginable way after his stay in Cairo, and while you cried in your bed, it turns out he met someone.

Someone who afforded him the luxury of not having to worry about whether he put her at risk or not because she could take care of herself. Of course, fortunately, that was something you didn't know because if Marc Spector was an expert in anything, it was disappearing.

The only thing you had in over a year was a mistaken call that reminded you of the power he would have over you for the rest of your life.

With a racing heart and tears in your eyes, you had to accept that his phone number now belonged to someone else.

A certain Steven Grant who by this point seemed more than frustrated to have to share a number with a missing person.

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americasass91 · 1 year

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Bad Grade

Hello, there lovelies!

So this was completely conjured because of the picture above. I can’t help that I’m horny for the bastard. Thus, this fic was born. I immediately thought of Andy when I saw the glasses and had to indulge in a little Professor fic. With a surprise thrown in at the end 😉

I hope you enjoy it.

*DISCLAIMER*, if you’re under 18, you don’t belong here. Kindly fuck off and go away. Thank you!

Words: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, P in V sex, oral(m receiving), Professor kink, Andy’s glasses, I think that’s it

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You nervously pull down your skirt as you approach the professor's door. You have to admit you’re a bit nervous. You almost think about turning around.

Instead, you take a couple of deep breaths and hesitantly raise your fist and knock on the door.

You don’t have to wait very long at all before the door swings open and reveals your law professor, Mr Barber.

“Ah, Y/N. I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.” He says as he’s not so subtly giving you a once over.

You clear your throat as you pull on your skirt again. “Of course I was gonna show. I’d like to discuss my bad grade.”

He moves aside so you can enter his classroom. As you’re walking to a desk in the front row, you hear him shut the door and turn the lock. You turn to look at him quizzically. “Is there a reason we need the door locked Professor?”

He waves you off and walks over to stand in front of his desk so that he’s directly in front of you. “Just don’t want to be disturbed while we discuss your paper.”

You nod hesitantly as you take a seat. “Okay…where should we begin?”

He gives you a look you can’t quite place before he grabs your paper off his desk. He pushes his glasses up his nose. “I think the first place to start is to ask if you’re paying attention in class because according to this paper the answer is no.”

You look down at your hands that are fiddling in your lap. “I’m doing my best, Professor. It’s hard. I’ve been a bit distracted lately.”

“It’s not the only thing that’s hard.” He mutters under his breath.

You furrow your brows. “What was that?”

He clears his throat and leans against his desk. “I asked what’s distracting you?”

“Oh, uh, you know…just normal stuff.”

“Are you having issues at home?”

“No.”

“Problems with your other Professors?”

You shake your head. “I guess you could say I’ve been distracted by…someone.”

“And who might that be?”

No way were you telling him that considering he was the someone. “That’s not really important. What I’d like to know is if there’s anything I can do about my grade?”

He looks down at the paper in thought for a moment. He looks back up at you after a few seconds. “You could always try actually paying attention and studying.”

You know that’s not gonna work. Not when he shows up to class in his stupid cardigans and those stupid fucking glasses. “I’ll do my best, I promise. Is there anything else I can do? Maybe some extra credit or something?”

He looks down for a moment. You can swear you see a slight blush on his cheeks. The look he gives you when he lifts his head back up is enough to have your panties melting off of you. “Well, I can think of a few things. Though you might not be up for it.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and start pleading to him. “Please, I said I’d do anything, Professor. I have to pass this class if I want to be a lawyer someday.”

He stands up fully and drops your paper on his desk. He takes his glasses off and wipes away a smudge with his sweater. He places them back on his face. “Alright then. You could, oh I don’t know, suck me off?”

Your mouth drops open. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but that definitely wasn’t it. “Excuse me?”

He starts walking toward your desk. You’re glued to the spot, unable to look away from his now heated gaze. He leans down and plants both hands on your desk and gets so close that you can see your reflection in his glasses. “I said you can suck me off.”

You cannot believe your hot law professor just said that to you. You’re appalled. You quickly stand up and storm to his desk to grab your paper so you can leave. You just get your hand on it when you are pushed against the front of the desk by Mr. Barber. He cages you against him and the desk and ruts his obvious erection against your ass. He moves your hair away from the right side of your neck and leans forward to speak directly in your ear. “Where do you think you’re going, honey? I thought you wanted to improve your grade?”

You try to wriggle free but he has too good of a grasp on you now. You realize there is no way out of this. You sigh in defeat and lower your head. “Fine.”

He stops moving. “What was that?” He turns you around so that you’re facing him.

“I said fine. Can we just get this over with?”

He smirks as he backs away a little, enough to give you room to sink to your knees. Which he assists in by pushing on your shoulders.

You adjust yourself so that you’re a little more comfortable before looking from the noticeable sized bulge in his pants back up to his face.

He raises a brow at you. “Well, what are you waiting for? It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you shakily reach for his belt and undo it. You glance up to see him peering down at you with lust in his eyes. “Go ahead, honey.”

Without any more hesitation, you undo his pants and push those and his boxers down enough until his cock springs free. Holy shit. You can’t help but take a moment to be impressed. It may not be the longest one you’ve ever seen, but damn was it thick. You weren’t even sure you could get your mouth around it.

He must be able to read your thoughts. “Don’t worry, honey. It’ll fit.”

You start with wrapping your hand around the base. Your fingers don’t even meet. It earns you a hiss from your professor. You move a little closer and give a tentative lick to the tip. After that earns you a groan from Professor Barber, whose hands are now in your hair, you give a nice lick from base to tip.

He gently yanks your head back by your hair. “Stop the fucking teasing.”

You smirk but decide to oblige. You hesitantly take him into your mouth, only able to get about half down before having to remove your mouth to take a breath. You were right, your mouth barely fits.

You give a couple more pumps with your hand before trying again. You get a little further than halfway this time. Which seems to please him. “Fuck, just like that honey. What a nice little mouth.”

You begin bobbing your head, still only able to go a little more than halfway. This only continues for a few minutes before you’re being yanked off his cock by your hair.

“You can do better than that. You want that better grade? You’re gonna have to work for it. How about this, just keep your mouth open and I’ll do the rest.”

Before you have a chance to even think of responding, he’s stuffing his cock back into your mouth. He gives a few shallow thrusts before picking up speed and shoving more and more of it into your mouth each time. You start gagging a little. He stops again. You look up at him, mouth still full of his cock, with a questioning look on your face. He removes his hands from your hair and gestures towards your arms. “Give me your hands.”

You place your hands in his. He takes your hands and plants them on his hips. He then leans forward and places his hands on his desk and looks down at you degradingly. “Hang on tight.”

You barely have time to tighten your hold on him before he starts a punishing pace. The tip of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. “Ah, Fuck. That’s it. Your throat was made for fucking, honey.”

You just squeeze your eyes shut as you’re having an internal battle in your head. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. But you can feel your panties soaking through. Stupid fucking hot professor with his stupid hot fucking glasses.

His pace starts to become a little sloppy. You can feel him starting to pulse in your mouth. You know he’s close. You start bobbing your head to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna make me cum down that little throat. You want that, honey? Wanna swallow your professor’s cum?”

You let out a moan and give his hips a squeeze to let him know that was more than okay.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before removing himself halfway as he releases his spend down your throat. You make sure to be good and swallow it all before releasing his cock with a ‘pop’. You look up at him as you wipe the sides of your mouth. “Was that okay, Professor?”

He grabs you under your arms so he can lift you up to stand with him. He immediately pulls you in for a heated kiss. Moaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. You go to move closer to him when you feel his erection press into your lower belly. You pull back with surprise. He shrugs and slaps your ass as he goes around the desk to sit in his chair. You turn to face him. He’s pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles and is stroking his cock. “Guess you’re not done earning that good grade yet.”

You look at him in disbelief. “But I did what you asked me to. I sucked you off.”

“Yeah, and that was great. But now I think you need to ride me. Really secure that A+.”

You’re struggling internally again. On the one hand your professor is taking major advantage and could probably get in serious trouble for this. On the other hand, he’s really fucking hot. You shrug your shoulders. Oh well, go big or go home.

You go around the desk and stand in front of him. “Good girl.” You shiver as he reaches under your skirt to remove your ruined panties. Once they fall to the floor, you step out of them. He quickly snatches them up and puts them in one of his desk drawers.

He reaches under your skirt again and grabs at your ass before making his way towards your pussy. You spread your legs apart. You whimper as his fingers make contact with your soaked cunt. “Fuck, honey. All this just from sucking me off?”

You let your head fall back as you nod. He plays with you for a few minutes, from circling your clit to inserting his first two fingers and scissoring them around to open you up for him.

Just when you start grinding down on his hand, he pulls it away. You snap your head up and look at him. He pats his thigh. “Have a seat, honey.”

You go to start straddling him when he pushes you away. “Nuh uh. Turn around.”

You do as you’re told, desperate to get his cock in you. He grabs your hips and moves you backwards until you're in between his spread thighs. You place your palms on his desk in front of you for some balance. He flips up your skirt and helps you lower yourself on his cock, stopping once he gets the tip in, allowing you to take over. “Take your time, honey. Nice and slow, that’s it.”

You let out a whine as you lower yourself down. He is stretching you so fucking good. It takes you a few minutes before you’re fully seated on him. You let out a deep breath as he smacks your ass. “Alright, get to riding, honey.”

You use your legs and your hands that are placed on his desk for leverage as you slowly start to move up and down. He feels incredible. He keeps his hands on your hips to make sure you don’t rise off his cock completely, helping you move. “God damn that’s a tight cunt. You’re so fucking wet for me. You’ve been wanting this haven’t you? Been wanting your professor to fuck you.”

The last sentence wasn’t a question but a statement. There was no denying it. You pick up the pace. “Oh, yes Professor Barber. Been wanting your cock for awhile now.”

He helps you bounce a little faster and smacks your ass. “Yeah? You’re just a little slut aren’t you?”

You shake your head. “Just for you, Professor. Only you.”

“God damn right only me.”

He allows you to continue your pace as he removes his left hand from your hip and moves it under your shirt to get a handful of your breast, making sure to pinch your nipple in the process. It makes you clamp down on him. “Fuck, honey. You like that?”

You’re only capable of a whimper at that point. He goes back and forth between your breasts, pinching here and grabbing there.

You start moving faster, starting to feel your orgasm building. He’s repeatedly hitting your g spot. You moan out. “Right, there Professor. Right there!”

“My little slut gonna cum all over her Professor’s dick?”

You nod. “Need a little help, please Professor.”

He pulls you down fully on his cock and takes his hand out of your shirt and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your back against his front. You place your hands on his thighs for balance and immediately start grinding your hips, needing friction.

He takes his right hand and moves it in between your legs. You part them a little so he can reach your clit. He rubs tight, rough circles against it. You’re not gonna last long now. You throw your head back against his shoulder and grind even faster on him. “Oh, god! Gonna…gonna cum!”

He speeds up his fingers. “Do it, cum all over my dick honey.”

You only last a few more seconds before you fall off the edge. Your vision goes white. Your release triggers his. You can hear him moan your name as he releases inside you.

Both of you continue to move to ride out your highs, eventually coming to a stop to catch your breaths. And then it’s silent.

He’s the first to break it.

He presses a kiss against the side of your head. “I love you.”

You giggle and move your hips a little, knowing he’s sensitive. This earns you a slight pinch on your thigh. “I love you too…Professor.”

He chuckles and helps you stand up, keeping his hands on your hips as he stands with you, knowing you’re a little unsteady on your feet. He carefully turns you around. You look up at him with a big smile on your face. He mirrors it and tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. “How was that?”

You bite your bottom lip as you wrap your arms around his waist. “It was perfect.”

He shakes his head as he leans down for a quick kiss. “I still can’t believe I let you talk me into doing it in my classroom.”

You shrug your shoulders. “It made the fantasy more believable.”

He rolls his eyes as he kisses your forehead. “You and your fantasies.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy them. Besides, next time it’s your turn.”

He raises a brow at you. “Oh, yeah? I’ll have to get creative.”

Now you roll your eyes playfully at him. You turn around and tap his phone to check on the time. “Shit! It’s already 5:45. I told the babysitter I’d be back by 6.”

He juts out his bottom lip in a pout. “Just text her and tell her your husband isn’t done with you yet.”

You smack his shoulder. “Oh my god, Andrew I didn’t tell her the real reason I needed a babysitter! She thinks I just had an appointment.”

He smirks. “Well, you did. A dick appointment.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m married to a cheeseball like you.”

“Say what you want, but this cheeseball’s cum is currently running down your thigh.

You hated when he was right. Which reminded you. “Can I have my panties back?”

He shakes his head. “No way. You have to drive home like that. Wasn’t the babysitter curious as to why you were dressed like that?”

You look down at your provocative school girl outfit you bought especially for this. “I changed in the car. But I don’t have another pair of panties.”

He shrugs. “Sucks to be you.”

You scoff at him. “I hate you.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

You go around the desk and grab your bag off the floor. You walk back over to your husband as he’s buckling his belt into place. “Are you coming home right away?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. Because of your little distraction, I didn’t get all the papers graded that I needed to. I’ll probably be home around 8.”

You nod and lean up on your tiptoes for a last kiss. “Okay, well be careful coming home.”

“Always, honey. Your professor is always careful.”

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Hii! No need to rush but could you do a fic where the reader is also a spider-person and gets sucked into Miles’ dimension just like in itsv and noir and them get a long really well and end up being shipped by the rest? I think it’d be quite cute :D also sorry if this isn’t that elaborate ToT

hiya anon !! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ dw about it !! i just hope you like this <:))

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well, this was certainly a conundrum. the flashing lights of brooklyn practically blinded you, coupled with the sudden sounds and buzzing from the people, establishments, and cars passing by. you were disoriented, your spider sense was out of whack for the time being, and you could only wonder, 'this isn't my city... where am i?'

you aimlessly wandered around the city, accidentally bumping into people here and there, almost getting run over when you missed the green pedestrian light, and bumping into a few too many streetlamps. you hated how familiar yet foreign this city felt to you; one minute, you minding your own business while swinging around your city, doing your rounds and all. but as you were swinging... you felt yourself gravitate to something. everything else around you--leaves, newspapers, plastic bags, even you yourself were getting drawn to this force.

it turned out to be a portal that opened up from somewhere else into your world; and try as you might to resist it and its pull, you were eventually sucked in and thrown into this city. "what i would give to... find someone who had the slightest clue about what the hell is--oomph!" you exclaimed as you felt a slight tingle crawl up through your shoulders, raise the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck, but the sudden collision between you and what felt like a tall man had interrupted that sense of yours from telling you what, or who, exactly was in front of you.

"oh, good heavens, you okay there?" asked a gentlemanly, kind of dapper-sounding voice. the man you bumped into held you up, with you eventually clinging on to him as you nearly fell over due to how disoriented you were from this new city's endlessly bright lights and loud noises. "i'm fine... sorry." you murmured as the man held you up and dusted you off a little. you got a better look of the guy and he tipped his fedora a little, and you noticed when you glanced at his attire from head to toe, you felt the tingle again through your bones this time--and you could tell he did, too.

"you're like me." you both announced in unison. you sighed in relief and felt yourself smile from underneath your mask. "yeah! yeah, i am, and you are! ok, um... do you have any clue where we are?" you asked him, hoping the monochrome man in the trench coat and fedora had any idea where you two were, but it seemed he was just as lost as you were. "i'm afraid i'm in the dark about this whole place too. i was kind of hoping someone would come along and show me around, but i guess the universe is too much of a joker to take peter parker seriously." he said with a slight chuckle as you sighed in disappointment, now.

"well... guess we're both lost, parker, was it?" you asked him with a raised eyebrow as he tipped his fedora again and nodded. "peter benjamin parker, please to meet ya." he said as he extended his gloved hand. you introduced yourself, and you noticed peter looking over your spider suit in awe. "you have such... a wonderful taste in fashion." he said with a smile underneath his mask. you smiled back, without even seeing his smile. "thanks, i've been told it's a little too colorful, though. i was considering toning it down, but i'm glad you like it." you replied. "ah, i've got the same problem, too. a lot of people have told me my getup is more like a mortician than it is a private investigator, let alone as a 'superhero'." he rambled a little as you listened to him.

"i guess we both have our problems with how people see us, then. but it's better than facing those problems alone, no?" you asked as you looked up at him. "certainly is." he responded. you two had agreed to swing over to the nearest rooftop and find answers from there, and all the while, you two talked on and on about each other's home universes and the lives you two lived there. "sounds cool, your universe, i mean. what if i brought you like, maybe, a glow in the dark ceiling decor?" you offered, to which peter almost lost his grip from his webbing. "you decorate ceilings? with... things that 'glow in the dark'? fascinating..." he said as he held on to his webbing tighter and his hat as the wind threatened to blow it away. "i'd love to have you over, though! maybe after this whole debacle, i can show you all the finest spots my home has to offer!" he said as you two swung around, and you found yourself agreeing to it already before even knowing him for an hour.

after the whole collider fight, you rushed up to peter and embraced him tightly. "i knew you could make it out, with a champ like you, of course you would!" he exclaimed happily as he held you tightly. "and so did you, big man." you said as you chuckled in excitement and happiness at your group's victory. you could feel everyone else's eyes on you two, and the best part was... they were waiting for this moment to happen ever since you two joined their ensemble.

"i told you they had something going on together." peni said with a smile as ham held her hand, blowing a comically loud and exaggerated sniffle into a cloth he summoned from his hammerspace. "they were always destined to be in love!" he exclaimed as he cried into the cloth. you looked up to see them all looking at you and peter, and you immediately took your hands off him, a little hastily and still smiling widely like a dork. "we're just really happy we won!" you tried clearing it up, but peter wouldn't let go of you and still hugged you tightly. "yeah, we won, now lemme hug 'em, yeah?" peter said as the others chuckled, with some crying out of happiness for you two.

you looked at peter, with peter looking back at you. you placed both of your hands on his cheeks and smiled. "can i... visit your world for a little bit, when we find a way to do that safely?" you asked him as he leaned a little closer toward you. "oh, darling... i'd let you be with me every time. i do wanna see your world, too--maybe the universe will finally come along for peter benjamin parker now and let us be happy at each other's sides--" "oooookay, that's enough people, move along, chop chop, let's go home." said peter b as he cut off your peter at the sight of how loving he was being to you. "quick word of advice, if you two get married, never invest in a spider-themed restaurant, they will hate you forever." he whispered to your peter, who took mental note of that.

"guess this is... goodbye." you told him as you held his hand, not wanting to let go. "no, doll... it's a see you soon, i promise." he said as he swiftly planted a soft kiss on your forehead as he let go of your hand and lifted his mask up to show you his face--his charming, sweet smile that promised to meet you again very soon.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @connors-cumslurper

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x you #spider noir fluff #spider noir fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #itsv #itsv imagines #itsv fluff #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n

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romihearts · 3 months

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sleep-deprived ! | ft. riddle rosehearts

synopsis. due to a plethora of assignments, you've recently had to work a few nights away. but, that missed sleep caught up to you, especially while you were with riddle.

content. gn reader, intended lowercase, not proofread, slight swearing, platonic or romantic? whatever u wanna view it as :33

her notes. completely self indulgent i mysfeld is on the brink of going insane

you never thought that getting to your classes would be this hard. you're completely slumped over and drained of any energy, not sure if you should even try to attend anymore.

your train of thought was stopped, when a familiar red-head caught notice of you. "ah! [name], i've been looking all over for—" riddle paused when he looked up to you, documents threatening to fall out of his arms. did you come back from the dead?

your brain slowly processed that riddle was there, looking for you and you tried to elicit even a small response. yet, it seemed like nothing was coming out of your mouth.

this alerted riddle, from your slightly messed hair, to the visible eyebags, and now you were having trouble speaking?! he sighed and took your hand, disregarding the primary reason as to why he was even looking for you and focused on nursing you better instead. it'd be quite a problem if you got sick.

the both of you headed to the heartslabyul dorm, without protest from you.

while on the way, riddle kept shooting you with multiple questions, rendering you unable to answer all of them due to him changing the question so quickly. but he caught on and asked one at a time instead. he inquired why you were in such a state.

you had so much words to spill from your mouth, you were extremely sleep-deprived due to the amount of workload! not to mention, the extra responsibility with groupworks since every one of your groupmates wanted to act dead when you were asking them for their contribution.

to add on, crowley was assigning even more irrelevant work to you!

but, all you could say was; "work." leaving little context to riddle. but from the way you were carrying multiple papers, he could guess that you were flooded with assignments and deadlines.

finally reaching the dorm, riddle continued to drag you his room, which made you question why. he opened the door to his room, it was filled intricate designs basing from the queen of hearts.

you were finally able to speak a few words, you asked him why the both of you were in his room.

"this isn't a medical issue, so we can't use the infirmary. rather it's an issue with your sleep schedule, how much hours have you been getting every night?" you attempted to look somewhere else, because there's a chance that riddle might blow up if you answered saying that you weren't getting any sleep at all.

yet, your reluctantly said that for the past few days, you haven't slept. you fully expected riddle to lecture you saying that staying up that much is super unhealthy. but you were surprised when all he said was for you to sleep in his room for the meantime with a sigh.

were you actually experiencing hallucinations? how the fuck were you allowed to sleep in his rooms?

still dumbfounded, riddle reassured that it was fine for him. and with your tired mind, you obliged knowing that you really did need to sleep.

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it was 4:37 pm, how long did you sleep for? you noticed that riddle was no longer in the room, your messed up stack of papers from before were now neatly arranged and their was a glass of water on his bedside table.

you stood up from the bed, finally regaining energy. looking around riddle's room, you fix yourself up and got your papers before leaving to find him and thank him.

steps were all to be heard within the dormitory's hall. you headed towards the lounge, seeing a few students there but not the one you were looking for.

then, heading to the rose garden, where you finally spotted that familiar red-head.

walking towards him, you observed he was tending to the hedgehogs. you tapped on his shoulder, trying not to startle him.

"oh, it seems you've woken up." riddle stated while you thanked him wholeheartedly for letting you rest. "thank you riddle, do you want anything from sam's shop or the cafeteria? my treat." you smiled at him.

he refused the offer, but offered to help you instead with your work. "your report on harveston's dialect has a few errors i can correct them for you— if you'd like."

"i'll gladly accept." you said with a smile once more.

#didn't know how to end it so .#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader

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breannasfluff · 8 months

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One minute, Wild is cursing the rain, and the next he’s stepping through a portal to sunny skies. It’s early morning instead of afternoon and the sun casts long shadows, still rising. While the temperature is mild, it holds a familiar scent of rock and marsh. The chirp of his slate picking up a signal is all the confirmation he needs; they are in his Hyrule.

Moving to the side as the others exit the portal, he brings up the map. Washa’s Bluff is dead ahead of them. “Hey, good news! We’re close to a stable.”

Legend glares from where he’s wringing water out of his hat. “How close is that? Knowing you, you’ll drag us halfway across the map and call it a quick jaunt.”

“Actually close. Like, half an hour, if that?” The champion grins at the vet, not put off by the caustic response. The rain makes all their scars ache, Legend most of all. Wild’s lucky the shrine didn’t leave him incapacitated, rather than inconvenienced.

“Close means dry clothes.”

Wind slides to the ground and puts his face in the grass. “I’m so wet,” he moans into the dirt. “I want to change now.”

“Then change.” Sky’s pulled off his cape and seems to be considering if he can use it as a towel on his dripping hair. No one escaped the downpour unscathed.

“But that’s work!”

“Do you want to be lazy and wet?”

The sailor gives an inarticulate screech. Wild winces at the volume, but the kid does sit up and starts yanking at his wet clothes and bags. It’s accompanied by some colorful swearing which makes Time scrunch his face but hold his tongue. No one is up for the verbal battle of stopping him.

Four ranges around the edge of the group, looking at the slight hill they’ll climb and the canyon edge behind them. “Hey, Wild?”

“Yeah?” He moves toward Four but stops when the smith grimaces. Reaching for his aura reveals the problem; he lost most of the control he had before going through. The careful layering is more of a haphazard stuffing. It will take time and concentration to straighten it back out.

Instead, Wild backs up a few paces and raises his voice slightly. “What’s up?”

“Is there something on the top of that hill?”

He follows the pointing figure, then grimaces and looks at the map. “Yeah, enemy. Lynel.”

“A lynel?” Time joins him, hand going for his sword on his back. “Can we avoid it?”

The champion gives him a nonplussed look. “Yeah? Lynels are nothing to worry about. We’ll just walk around the base.”

“Nothing to worry about?” Legend butts his way into the conversation. He’s given up on the hat and it drips slowly down his back. “Lynels are dangerous.”

“I mean, yeah? But it won’t bother us.”

“How do you know?”

Wild grins, ignoring when Time’s eye twitches. “They run away from me.”

The Chain has no answer to that so, once Wind is changed into dry clothes, Wild leads the way up the hill. They circle the base of the rock in relative silence.

There’s no reason to worry; Wild’s encountered plenty of lynels on his journey. Generally, unless trapped by geography, they flee at his aura. It’s a handy perk, actually. While they do have excellent weapons, he’s forgone fighting most of them on his journey. Moldugas are a lot more fun, anyway. Although, lynels are rather horse-like…

“Hey, Wild?”

Four’s voice so close is not what the champion expects. He jerks his attention back to the situation at hand. They are rounding the base of the rocks and the smith presses closer, despite the discomfort he must feel. “That lynel is getting closer.”

It’s true. The lynel is staring at them, teeth bared and tail snapping in irritation. It comes further down the rocks, hefting a bow. The stripes gleam in the sun.

Wild makes a face. “Silver lynel. Don’t worry though, it’ll go away.” He waves vaguely to the others, gesturing behind him. “I might make you, ah, uncomfortable, though.”

Time grabs Wind and then Four, pulling them back. The others back up slightly as well. Wild would like them to move further, but it should be okay. He’s been practicing. Maybe he can direct it more, forward? The direction of the lynel?

The monster roars and puts an arrow to the bow. He’s waiting long enough. Concentrating, Wild shoves his aura forward and out. It’s twisted and tangled after the portal and shoddy attention, sending tendrils snapping in all directions. Toward the danger, he tells himself, concentrating on the roaring animal.

It’s clear the moment the lynel feels him because the roar cuts off abruptly. It stands, stiffly, then takes a hesitant step backward. Wild turns to the others with a grin. “See? I told you it wouldn’t come down. Now, can we go?”

Time isn’t pleased with the solution, but finally nods and pushes the heroes forward. Wild leads the way, keeping an eye on the lynel as they round the rock. It paces on the hill, watching them, but doesn’t advance.

The strange, tree-like structure of the scablands comes into view. Two of them frame the road to the stable. Twilight breathes a sigh of relief and claps Wild on the shoulder as he strides forward. The others edge along, keeping a wary eye between the hill and Wild.

Right, he should pull himself in so they can continue. His aura, still alert for danger, is hard to wrangle. It takes patience and concentration to ground himself, neither of which the champion excels in.

Time brings up the rear of the group and does a quick scan. “Okay, Wild, where do we—”

Four screams.

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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marry me, idiot.

AH ITS HERE!!!! I will say, like I've been saying, I'm still in the really early stages of this fic. like this has been edited twice where as every chapter of sylcd is done three times over so. I really have no clue when the next chapter will be out as I haven't finished it yet; might be during sylcd's final chapters or it might be after. 3.2k words let me know what you guys think!! enjoy mwah xx

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"Okay, we have a slight issue." You heard the voice beside you clear as day despite the headphones that sat over your ears.

"Is the issue something you caused for us?" You turned to your best friend with a brow quirked.

"That's extremely rude but very true, yes." Spencer nodded as he took a sip from his cup, spinning his chair to face you. Spence and you had been close for a while, you joining the crew only a few months after Spence had, the two of you spending countless hours editing beside each other. The two of you grew close after a couple of longer projects. The two of you leaning on each other for advice and well needed breaks from time to time.

It has become a joke around the office about Spencer being your work husband; he had a knack for picking you up an drink on his way in, or grabbing lunch for the both of you, or Spencer's ability to pause anything he was working on at the snap of a finger for you. He was pretty much head over heels for you, and you were the only one blind enough to not see it. It's funny to think that you felt the same exact way, and everyone but Spencer could tell.

"So, remember when we started here and we became friends and we made that joke about when we turned thirty."

You stared blankly back at your best friend, the joke about marrying if you're both still single by thirty a distant memory in your mind by this point. It crossed your mind once recently. Last year, you spent your entire 'Dirty Thirty' party that the office threw for you clinging to Spencer.

You made a habit of keeping him alongside you for every big moment of your life since you'd met. You wanted to look back on these moments, that were destined to be great already, to include Spencer.

"Okay, so you do remember, that's great." Spencer clapped his hands together as he grinned at you.

"I saw a TikTok about the wedding gifts you get from inviting companies and rich people, even if you don't know them and I want in!" Spence argued, wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants as he worked his way towards the problem with this rambling explanation.

"I think it's unfair that just because two people are getting married they get to have all that stuff. With all my info had, I made some quick wedding invitations and sent some out, fully expecting PR packages to come back." He trailed off as

"Charles Spencer," You quietly chastised, wanting to not believe a word he was saying, but knowing deep down that Spencer was being truthful. "You are insane, I can't believe you did that!"

"T'm sorry, okay. Listen, Y/N, I thought it was gonna be a funny joke to give you a bunch of fake wedding gifts for our fake wedding on your real birthday! I didn't expect people to accept, but I know that is my fault for inviting some people that actually agreed."

"Charles," You started, using his legal name yet again. He wasn't usually worried about you using it, it wasn't some secret he was keeping it anything, but the tone in your voice told him that you weren't happy at all. "Who all accepted?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm never gonna say that enough, but it was only a few people!" Spencer knew his voice was just getting higher and higher the more you two spoke, his anxiety spiking.

"Yes, okay, Rhett and Link accepted," A gasp left you as Spencer cringed, knowing his mistake. "Kathy Bates politely declined but sent an autographed headshot!" He removed the framed photo from his backpack before setting it beside your monitor.

He grinned worriedly, gesturing towards it as you let your forehead meet the desk, groaning.

"Besides the people that own the company we work for, who else said yes?" You asked through gritted teeth as Spencer looked to his phone, finding the note that held his list.

"Rapid fire, Tana Mongeau, Carrot Top, and Rob Schneider. It's not that many people, Y/N, we can just call it off." Spencer placed his hand on your back, rubbing softly as you groaned again, completely shocked by just how royally fucked this whole thing was gonna turn out to be no matter what you did.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N but. will you marry me?"

"emergency meeting at my desk in ten please need advice bc Spencer's an idiot"

"That's was very rude and I am plenty offended." Spencer quipped, setting his phone down on his desk after reading the group chat message you'd sent out. You shot him a glare, all argued out for the day after spending the last hour trying to convince Spence to let you tell your friends, hoping they'd help you figure out the story you'd make up in place of a wedding.

He finally caved, feeling terrible about the mess he had drug you into, allowing you to explore different ways out of this mess. In no time, Courtney, Damien and Shayne accompanied the two of you at your desks, various stolen chairs offering comfort to your friends.

"What did Spencer do now?" Damien asked, causing Spence to scoff and shake his head.

"I'm starting to get upset that everyone just assumes that I really fucked something up this bad." He defended himself as he leaned back in his chair, practically able to hear your eyes rolling.

"You did, though. You lied to people and now we're getting married." You stayed simply, eyes wide as you began to argue with your future better half yet again.

"You're already my work wife, we're pretty much married." You rolled your eyes once as Spencer countered you, reaching his hand towards your mug of coffee, being stopped as you lightly slapped at him.

"l'm sorry, I don't know if l'm missing something and everyone else is up to speed but, uh, when did y'all get together long enough to lead to getting married?" Shayne questioned, pulling your attention from Spencer as you took in the looks from those around you.

Damien's face held a mix of confusion and excitement, Courtney was rendered speechless and it seems like Shayne was using every last braincell he had to piece together this puzzle.

"Okay, phew, wow, that is what this meeting is about, honey." Spencer cooed as he grinned goofily at you, wrapping your left hand in his as he held your palm to his chest.

You tried your best to hid the smile that so desperately wanted to grace your lips, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes, the feeling of a migraine quickly approaching.

You took your time explaining through the story, Spencer chiming in when needed but mostly stuck to nodding along as you spoke.

"Spencer," Damien pointed his index finger at the shorter man, both with brows raised at each other. "You're an idiot, my guy. Why did Rhett and Link seem like a good idea? Why did any of this seem like a good idea, but especially our bosses."

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you awoke your monitor. You sat up as an email sat at the top of your inbox labeled important.

"Congratulations to Y/N and Spencer!"

You couldn't tell how long you spent staring at the desktop, the company wide email from the Mythical Management staring directly back. The noise of your friends chatter drown out as the words in the letter repeated over and over in your mind.

You had to go through with this, or you had to hide behind the arrangement and a shitty excuse of a prank. No other options popped into your head.

"Y/N? You okay?" A warm, familiar hand rested on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Spencer's eyes worriedly searched your face as his brow furrowed at your slumped frame. His gaze followed you, his heart sinking as he Scanned over the email.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back once more.

The other three moved, all looking over your shoulders to read the message. Gasps and murmurs broke out between them as they say back down.

Your small group sat in silence for a moment. You thought you'd have more time to find a solution, a couple of days at least, but now you couldn't leave this room without some semblance of a plan.

"Let's get married." You still sat with a blank stare at the computer, your mind running a million miles a minute. You slowy explained your thoughts as thoroughly as you could.

Spencer and you were known as each other work spouses, even fans making memes about it. The two of you have talked about the agreement in the podcast, on an episode of Board AF, and in an upcoming reddit video with Shayne.

The fans always reacted well when the two of you were together, engaging with the content. There's countless edits of the two of you, even with the small amounts of videos you've been in together.

You can blame it on the arrangement you'd made, pull lan and a few of the other higher ups aside, presenting the idea.

Spencer and you would get married; you could make the content last up until next April, as planning a fake wedding would take some time anyways. That would mean an announcement video, probably a celebratory video with others in cast, even the process of picking out different parts of the wedding for Pit videos if they really wanted to milk it. Maybe even a TNTL gauntlet with your bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The one thing you wanted to thank Spencer for was the convenience of sharing one braincell. You could release the wedding video, the big finale in which the joke is revealed to the audience, playing it up as a fake relationship until April 1st. Spencer had thought it was funny to put the wedding date on the invitations as April Fool's Day, but it worked perfectly.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head as your eyes darted around your friends, anxious for their thoughts.

Spencer quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead before he grinned at you.

"You are a fucking genius, lan's gonna love this idea. We can say we were prepping for the video, getting our invitation letters together accidentally sent it out. We can use whatever stuff we get as presents for the bogus invites for another video, too." Spencer added, looking to his friends as he chewed on his lip.

"I hate how quickly the two of you worked this out. We weren't needed." Shayne laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So it's not a stupid plan?" You asked, quickly distracted as the office door opens, lan's head peaking inside.

You lock eyes, offering him an awkward smile. He entered, coughing softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, uhm, can I talk to you guys in a little bit? Probably like twenty minutes, in the conference room." lan spoke, a tight lipped smile on his face as he looked between you and the man seated beside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach growing rapidly as you swallowed, nodding your head. This was horrific, it felt like you had disappointed your dad but he wouldn't admit it yet.

And the conferernce room? There was no doubt in your mind that if this wasn't happening in lan's office then it would be bigger than you expected. Lisa would have to be there, maybe Daniel, if they were that concerned; Rachel would probably be forced into it, no matter how much she wouldn't want to be involved. n nodded before promptly exiting, barely acknowledging the cast members.

You groaned loudly as the door shut, Spencer copying you.

"This sucks and I hate you." You shoved at his shoulder, huffing.

He rubbed his arm, pouting a bit.

"It does and I hate me too." He chuckled as a smile appeared on your soft lips.

Spencer felt like the boundaries between the two of you were figured out very early on, never set prematurely, always discovered naturally. Kissing your cheek was okay, forehead was okay, drunkenly kissing your neck was okay sometimes. Hand holding was very normal and platonic and something you two did constantly. Cuddling and spending the night together was normal, but you two wouldn't sleep in the same bed.

He knew that, so far, this system had worked If that didn't happen soon, things might get nuddy, feelings getting involved. Spencer knew his feelings on you, he had since about two years into your friendship.

For six years now, he's known just how much he cares about you with every fiber of his being. He knows he really would do anything for you, anything to be with you. He respected every boundary you set.

Spencer had a thing for constantly taking advantage of the things he could have. You were always greeted with some sort of kiss, never once on the lips. Your fingers laced well with his, especially when you were on his left side. He constantly sat close beside you, tossing an arm around your shoulders, resting a hand on your knee, giving your thigh a gentle joy in excitement.

Spencer yearned for you for so long that he'd learned to accept it. He didn't want to cut you out of his life to get over his feelings, he cared too much about you, so his only option was to accept his feelings and keep close to you. You two were best friends, where one was, the other wasn't far behind. You loved him, so fucking much you loved him. He knew this, but he also knew that you didn't love him in the way he wanted you to.

Your group is quick to disband, giving the two of you some space before your meeting. Spencer let the two of you sit in silence before he decided to pack his bag for the day, despite it barely even starting. He could feel your eyes on him, his back to you.

"Packing because figure they're gonna send us home today, no matter what they decide. Give them time to think it all over." You smiled, enjoying just how well he knew you. His words settled in, prompting you to follow suit.

As you zipped your bag shut, it hit you that in just a few minutes before you were supposed to face the consequences of your best friends well intended actions. It was a toss up over which of you was more nervous, the both of you with pounding hearts.

"I love you, dude." You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Spencer's waist, sighing softly.

"I love you, too, dude." He chuckled, rubbing your back as he kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, champ, let's go knock 'em dead." Spencer winked as he held the door open for you. You took a deep breath before leaving you little editing room bubble.

The room was much, much more packed than either of you had expected it to be. The people you expected to be there were indeed, but alongside them sat Kiana, Selina, and Lizzy.

Spencer thanked his lucky stars when neither Rhett nor Link joined the lot of you. He found himself sitting back a bit, allowing you to take the reigns of explaining your bullshit reasoning for the situation you'd found yourselves in.

Three hours, three scarily long hours later and you finally stood from your chair, your feet tingling and your head pounding. Spencer and you said your polite goodbyes to everyone before heading back toward your office.

"I think that was fine." You stated, arms crossed as you stare down the hall ahead.

He chuckled, nudging his shoulder into yours.

"That went really well, you heard Daniel. It's gotta go through if he liked it that much. It's gonna work out."

You nodded your head, a smile tugging on your lips as you both grabbed your bags.

"Wanna hangout or, uh, give me a ride home? Shayne drove me this morning." Spencer smiled heepishly as he followed you into the parking lot.

"If I'm your fiancee now, I think you should tell me if there's something going on between the two of you." You poked as you both got into your car.

You scooted your chair away from your desktop as you rubbed your eyes, now realizing just how long you'd been sat starting at your screen playing Minecraft with Spencer.

You smiled softly, feeling a tug at your heart at the sight before you. He sat slumped into your couch, eyes focused and brow furrowed as you cat napped on top of the cushion behind him.

Craig and Spencer had a love hate relationship, both of them usually eager for your attention at the same time, causing them to butt heads. Your cat and your best friend were both horribly stubborn.

But then there'd be moments like this, or when Craig curls up with Spencer on your couch, or when he follows Spence through your own house, even if you're still right where your kitty left you.

You stretch, taking off your headphones as you rise and stretch, catching Spence glancing over at you, smiling softly.

"Oh shit, you're still here?" You questioned as you walked past the couch, heading into your kitchen, yawning softly. You check your watch, catching it at just past five in the afternoon.

Spencer chuckled, watching as his eyes followed your every move as you danced around your small kitchen, seemingly opening every cabinet to find what you needed.

"Check your email, Charmander." You mindlessly called out to him, the nickname leaving him to roll his eyes as he dug into his pocket.

"You are the absolute worst with nicknames, need you to know that. Just call me Charles at this point." He laughed as you flipped him off as you turn, spoon in your mouth.

You join him on your couch with two peanut butter and banana sandwiches on one plate, sitting it on the space between you. Spencer nods a thanks to you as he grabbed his, taping your sandwiches together as a toast.

He loads into his email, refreshing it as you take your first bite. His wide eyes cause you a bit of stress, making you sit up straight.

"Good or bad?"

"Uh, good, I think. My schedule got changed." Spencer quickly switched over to his calendar, it had to be good; they don't just switch the schedule halfway through the month.

His eyes scanned over the new or changed parts, reading the first one he saw.

'Engagement Shoot' scheduled for tomorrow at 10AM.

"We did it, Joe." Spencer turns to you with a grin, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. You groaned and rolled your eyes, before quickly squealing as you wrapped your arms around him, bouncing in your seat.

They got what they wanted, right?

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nogenderbee · 1 year

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May I request Kaeya, Childe, Diluc, and Itto walking in on their s/o fawning over them and saying she wishes to marry them one day?

Of course! Honestly it's just a super cute idea and I may had a little bit too much fun with it~ But either way, I hope you will enjoy it <3

Kaeya, Childe, Diluc, Itto with reader fawning over them

TagList: @bleachtheidiot - come get your people~

⊱ and here everyone would know that Kaeya is the cheesy one~ I mean... he still is but now you're the one fawning over him

⊱ first couple of times you say it, you catch him off guard and actually get a small blush from him

⊱ although he's quick to cover his blush with some cheeky comment on that, it's of course worth it all

"Oh my~ It's seems that you can't get enough of me today~ Well no need to worry because now, you surely got all my attention!"

⊱ he really thought it was only one time situation and that it actually will never repeat ever again but oh boy... how wrong was he!

⊱ your fawning over him only got stronger as the time passed but he also started to get used to it

⊱ if you do it in public, he'll act all smug and you can see that it's a big ego boost for him, and he'll always make sweet little comment about how much you love him and all right in front of people

⊱ if you to it in private tho, he'll quickly turn his attention on you and proceed to hug you tightly and spoil you with as many hugs and kisses as he can offer to you at the moment

⊱ if he has something to do, he'll simply get you on his lap while finishing his work and also giving you some deserved affection

"Now there, I'm a little bust but I'm sure we can make it work either way!"

⊱ you could expect anything from Childe to be honest... but with right choice of words, surely you can make him flustered

⊱ first few times you compliment him, he got catched a little off guard and his face turned into light shade of red while he tried his best to not stutter while speaking

"Huh?! Ah well... t-thank you! Well don't worry because I plan on staying with you my whole life!"

⊱ but to be honest, even if that compliment turned him into a mess, he still loved it and it boosted his ego

⊱ when you do it more and more often, he quickly gets used to it and now his reaction on them is just simple kiss and some 'thank you's

⊱ but there is one small difference in his reaction depending on if you tell him that in public or in private

⊱ if you tell him that in public, he'll be more flustered but still will respond with kiss, just more gentle

⊱ if you're in private tho, be ready for him to trap you in his arms and shower your whole face with kisses and maybe even tease you a bit

"Hehehe! Thanks, darling~ I'm really the only men you can think of, aren't I? Well... it goes both ways~"

⊱ you might think that Diluc would get flustered so easily and as you're not fully wrong, it's not easy to see through him

⊱ so when you tell him your compliment for the first time, he only smiles gently and depending if you're in public or in private, he may hide his face under his hand

⊱ truth is, a slight, basically not seenable blush appears on his face but he doesn't have a slight problem in speaking without stuttering or mixing up words

"Thank you, love. I wish to spend me future with you as well. Actually, I even thought of it not long time ago. Would you like to discuss everything together right now?"

⊱ when it continues, he surprisingly doesn't get used to it but it gets him more and more with every time

⊱ if you do that in public, he'll blush and stutter way more than he would in public, so it's easy to say that he ends his conversations as quick as he can when those words leave your mouth

⊱ in private tho, he still gets all blushing and stutters a lot but this time you have big chances to see bottom Diluc as little spoon and all

"Ah... those words seem to always get me... tell me, how do you even do it, my love?"

⊱ you really expected Itto to act all confident so you quickly decided that you have to make your words even flirtier if you want to get him flustered

⊱ but it turns out that you don't even have to try this much and his reaction still will be as flustered as he could be

⊱ even tho he act all smug about it, it's easy to see his blushing face and hear his stuttering

"O-Of course you love THE Arataki Itto! Who w-wouldn't want to spend their whole life with me?!"

⊱ when you start doing it more often, he slowly gets used to it and takes it easier but it still always makes him flustered

⊱ if you do it in public, he'll turn into blushing mess and will just laugh in nervousness and will try his best to come off cool but well... he kinda fails at it...

⊱ it just seems that your words have so much influence on him that he can't hide his true feelings no matter how hard he tries

⊱ if you tell him all that only in private tho, you can be sure he'll give you a big teddy bear hug both: because he wants to and because he doesn't want you to see how red his face is

"Oh, c'mon just let's hug for a while! What? Me?! Nooo! Of course I'm not doing it to hide my blush! Hahaha! Ha... Well... maybe I do-"

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captainmera · 7 months

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Besides all the human world talk and differences what are some deamon world things you think the witches use that we've not seen already? We see they have phones and lockers but what else

Oh gosh oh dear okay uuuhhhh... SO WORLD BUILDING THEN? ALRIGHT. AH YES, WORLDBUILD LOGIC, MY THIRD LOVE IN STORY TELLING. OKAY.

The slight (or not so slight actually) problem with ToH is unfortunately the lack of making sense of the demon realm in favour of it just looking interesting, different and whacky. It does leave room for a lot of interpretation, but as soon as you try make sense of it, it begins to show it's holes. So I think ToH is better left untouched from SENSE.

However that never stopped me before!

I think they use fire and acids for energy. It's a natural source and it's easy for magic-using inhabitants to conjure fire. Possibly mecha that keeps fire looping in the house to funnel the light. And when the lights "pop" in the house you just gotta put fire into the machine again. Or something.

Because it looks like they have some kind of energy to light lamps and stuff, but not electricity. And by the looks of Eda's kitchen, it's still stuck in an era of using heat from fire. Stone ovens and iron, etc. I place their technology on the level of human Gregorian era?

I don't think they have internet. I think they use libraries for that. Their penstagram I think is, literally, just for distant-sharing and communication like apps. Basically photo albums/blogs you can connect with.

They use the glass orbs as TVs so they're not using penstagram as video-watching. (I think? I might misremember here). Though, King did send a live video on it once, so I guess that's possible? But live videos seem to be very widely broadcasted even on the platform. So idk how that system is set up. Maybe you pay a fee to be able to live something. Idk how the interface is like. I doubt King/Eda/Luz has a ton of followers, so there must be a way to broadcast

So I conclude it's just.... photo/blog albums. They don't use penstagrams for calling each other, text messaging sure but not calling.

Which I guess makes the bird-phone kinda redundant actually. THOUGH, I guess it would be like how the 80's 90's phone and internet worked? Kinda? You have one big chunky phone at home you call from. Or a brick you bring with you (Like Hunter did lol).

So phones I think are at the level of the 80's-human realm.

Their mode of transportation, in the show, became the palisman staffs. But not all witches have that, it actually seem to be a level of privilege to have one in the modern day demon-realm.

There was a... Bus... slug? thing? that curled people up and rolled away? I--- I mean okay. I guess that's the public transportation.

But that's a living thing. yeah? Which means there must be a stable of sort where these beasts go to rest and are cared for. So that must be a job/coven that exists. Probably a sub-section of the beast coven.

They have a lot of steampunk looking mecha, especially the abomination coven, so it is a given they must have some sort of piping system on the isles. Possibly for sewage?

Where does it go? The boiling sea, probably, or an acid pool where it all dissolves.

Possibly the butt of the Titan...? Imagine living there. o-o;;

ANYWAY, that's all for now asdfghjkl Or I will go on forever.

#tgb

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mayohaha · 13 days

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Dunmeshi Fic

Laios's Bride

Couple : Laios x Kabru, slight Fallyn x Marcille

Warning (???) : Bi-Kabru, Moron Laios, NSFW 🔞

Premise : After Laios becomes the King of Melini, everyone is starting to wonder if Laios would ever marry anyone, well... will he?

P.S : I write this for my own consumption... i just need this.

Yaad (in Delgal's body) been trying so hard to push Laios to have a Bride as he said "You should have an heir to proceed the succession!" Or so he said. Despite so, everyone (except Laios) knows it's because of Laios's curse that Yaad keeps asking him to have an heir. Despite so Marcille was unsure whether Laios's curse would be inherited by his heir. This has cause Kabru to fear over Laios as his right man.

Laios, on the other hand, has been wondering about who would be his bride. It doesn't seem possible to find one for him. He did have a lover back then, but his feelings towards the person isn't even that... passionate -nor romantic enough. He also thinks about who would ever fall for him. After the demon shows him his desire to be accepted, he realizes it would be almost impossible for him to find a lover knowing people hardly understand him.

On his bed, he's lying over while daydreaming about having a bride. He is trying to portray a beautiful red hair women, but it ended up reminding him of his mom. He tried harder to find someone else, he remembered the succubi form of Marcille -but instead of that, he was too focused on the monster looks instead...

"Ugh!!! It would be easier if I'm not a King! Kabru fits this role more!!!" Laios scream within his frustration.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Brother?"

"Oh Fallyn! Yes, come inside!" shout Laios.

Fallyn opened the door and looked at her brother, looking quite messy after he got frustrated.

"I heard you screaming from outside. Did something happen?"

"Oh... uh... I'll be alright, sorry to bother you."

Fallyn sat beside him and start to pat her brother head softly.

"Marcille told me that Yaad has been quite pushy about you having an heir. She said that you might get frustrated over it. Kabru also started to get worried that it might make more problems to Melini."

Laios's face becomes paler. It does frustrate him. However, it's not like he doesn't want to have a bride and an heir. His self-esteem says that he doesn't deserve any of that. Looking at this, his little sister hugged him tight.

"No need to think too much brother, you'll find someone to love, who loves you too someday."

Fallyn coughed a bit, then she proceeded with her speech.

"-I didn't know mine too at first, till I was being told by Chillchuck that Marcille is in love with me. I just realized that she loves me that much after listening to your journey. After she confessed her jealousy and her broken heart after I tried to consider Shuro's proposal, we ended up being together."

Fallyn flustered thinking over that memory. Laios's is truly happy knowing that his sister finds someone who loves her sincerely.

"It seems impossible for me, though. But maybe -maybe I'll find one like you do Fallyn. I'm so happy for you."

Both of them are smiling to one another.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Laios, are you there?"

BAAAAAAAAAMMMM

A male voice came from outside the door. He then smashed to get inside without even waiting for Laios to answer.

"O-oh sorry, I didn't know you're talking to Fallyn."

"Ah, it's fine, I'm preparing myself to sleep anyway." said Fallyn softly.

Fallyn kiss her brother's head.

"Well brother, take your time okay."

Laios nodded to Fallyn and waved to her as she went out.

The male who smashed the door is his right hand, Kabru, he looked somehow a bit... frustrated? But, mixed with some worries. He goes inside and grabs a seat next to Laios's bed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your talk with Fallyn -it's just I think we really need to talk."

"Ah yeah, it's alright... But, what bothers you Kabru?"

Kabru was messing his hair as Laios's asked that.

"Yaad's demand about your heir... do you have any idea on facing that?"

Laios shakes his head while looking sad. Kabru realized it's hard for him as well.

"Well, Marcille said that the chance that your heir would inherit your curse might be low as well. I don't think you need to think much about that haha!"

Laios's didn't bother Kabru's statement about that. His head seems to worry over something else instead.

"I don't even think someone would love me like that you know..."

His voice sounds desperate, but Kabru can't think about anyone either, not even Chillchuck's daughters, the orcs, nor any maiden would want to be Laios's bride if they know how Laios is. He is unable to see Laios's desperation being put on his face, though.

"Laios, you're the brave King who faced the demon and bring the glory to Melini! There must be someone who would love to be your bride!"

Laios suddenly stare Kabru with his dark eyes.

"Who? Who would it be? Not even you would love me like that."

"H-huh?!" Kabru flustered hearing Laios's words.

M-me?! Does he love me this whole time?! W-wait, did he chose me because he loves me? It doesn't make sense!!! Or is it?

Kabru tried to regain himself. Laios, on the other hand, looking down to his hand in front of him. Kabru then put his hand on top of Laios's.

"Do you think I would fit to be your bride?"

Laios was struck by that question. He didn't ever think about whether it's possible or not, but if it is, Kabru is the best bride he could ever asked. Someone who has the charm and being loved by Melini, also the best person who understands him. What a big win!

"OF COURSE!!! YOU'LL BE THE BEST BRIDE I COULD EVER ASKED!!!"

Laios impulsively made such answer.

Kabru struck off. He is beyond flustered. His whole face is red, thankfully his dark skin hides it, but he couldn't even think. How come someone like Laios managed to get this side of him? But, does Laios even love him?

He is regaining himself again, clearing his throat and start to talk again.

"Uh well... well then, say... can you even think to sleep with me?"

"Sleep with you? Well, sure! You can sleep here with me." Laios patting his bed.

Laios's face is like the golden haired dog looking moron and excited in the same time. Kabru still trying to hold his flustered. He then slide beside Laios, as Laios gave him a place to fit on his bed. It was a bit awkward for them at first, but Laios seems to fit in quite well. He's still smiling like a dog, and Kabru can't help to giggle.

Kabru embrace Laios's face, making him facing his. He get closer and put his nose on Laios's. He can feels Laios's breath. Then he whisper towards him.

"Can I kiss my King then?"

Laios flustered -can't think, he nodded and letting Kabru giving him a kiss.

It was tense, a bit cold... but then it changed. Tender, soft, and a glimpse of sweetness can be tasted. He grasps for some air, and dig in for more.

Kabru didn't let go either, he is eager. He took more, not letting Laios to take a break. Changing his position -he didn't let Laios to stop kissing him. He is now sitting on Laios lap, holding his head, craving more of his lips. All he can think about is how big Laios is, and how small he is. How muscular Laios is, and how thin he is. Yet, how Laios holding his back gently, scared to hurt him while he is eating Laios alive. It was so heaty, and none of them is stopping.

The kiss took much longer than Laios expected. He had never had this kind of burning sensation before. Kabru stopped and grasped for air as Laios gasped.

Laios eyes has become that puppy eyes. Asking to be loved, and not being let go. Kabru melts into his eyes.

It's not the first time he felt this way to him. Remembering the time when they met again after Laios fought the demon. His desperation that time when he feels that he has failed. That moment his eyes asking to be loved, the same like how his eyes look right now. Kabru just can't let go.

Laios tried to talk, but his word stuck on his mouth. Kabru came in again to peck his lips. Holding his head, then putting his head to Laios's.

"Say, how does it feel?"

Laios gulped.

"Hot..."

Kabru giggles after hearing what Laios said. Didn't realize that a hard bump touches his crotch.

"O-oh..."

"A-AH!" Laios screamed.

Kabru put his on his mouth, preventing him to make further noise.

"S-ssht... it's alright, I'll take care of it."

Laios jolted as Kabru changed their position. He asked Laios to sit on his bed edge, then opened his pants, and slid off his undies. Laios's lower head sprung off, and already quite hard. Laios kept jolting, but he tried hard not to make any noise.

Kabru started to slide his hand up and down while Laios whimpered. Laios got wet easily, since his pre-cum didn't take long. He is so erected that he hardly able to hold anything much longer.

Kabru took the opportunity to suck it and make it even more drenched. Laios tried as hard as he can not to cum on Kabru's face.

"S-stop it, I need to cum."

Kabru made the last suck deeply, then stopped as Laios quickly cummed while his body squirmed. He made quite a mess on Kabru's shirt.

"A-aahhh!! I don't mean to-"

Kabru just smiled. He licked a bit of it to tease him, and then he stood up. He took the napkin on the nearest table. Swiped the liquid from himself, and clean Laios's.

Laios just stand still while still squirming. Once it's done, Kabru throws the napkin away, and he slides into Laios's side to sleep with him.

"Am I good enough to be your bride Laios?"

Laios nodded so hard.

Kabru just giggles after watching him like that. He snuck into Laios's chest, and Laios adjust his hand to cuddle him.

"I can grow my love to you into such love."

He gazed into Laios's eyes.

"The kind of love your bride would love you."

Laios's face became so red. His eyes hardly focus on Kabru's. Kabru embraced his face one more time and gave him a short sweet kiss.

Laios pushed himself to say words.

"I-I would love you... as my lover."

Kabru smiled, listening to that. He started to close his eyes. Laios joins afterward and sleeps while cuddling his beloved one.

Well, it seems that an heir would be another problem, but for now, Laios is fulfilled with the bride he gets.

#dunmeshi #labru #laios touden #kabru #laios is a moron #charming kabru #one-shots #i guess?#fanfic #dungeon meshi #kabru x laios

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yunarim · 1 year

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taking care of sick dorm leaders : riddle rosehearts !

♡ tags : gn reader, fluff, mentions of having a fever obviously, reader to the rescue ig ^^ ♡ 1.1k words

By the look on Ace’s face you knew something was wrong. Wrong to the extent he was holding a fork like it was some sort of a weapon, his eyes screamed malice and all of his posture was full of wrath. You might have got concerned if you hadn’t actually got used to such mood swings, given Heartslabyul randomness.

You took a sip of your tea, ignoring Ace barking at his dorm leader who stopped by your table and demanded Ace follow your example and drink some tea instead of soda. That was normal.

What in fact wasn’t quite fine was an unhealthy looking blush on Riddle’s cheeks you noticed. You undoubtedly were the only one who managed to maximize the skill of differentiating Riddle’s facial expressions depending on emotions he demonstrated, and that reddish hue on his cheeks wasn’t the one he usually got when he was being angry.

“Quit being little shit—”

You sighed at your friend’s antics and turned to Riddle, noticing a slight tremble, and furrowed your brows.

“I’m apologizing for his behavior,” you forced an apologetic smile. “And for mine as well since I’m going to ask… Are you okay?”

Riddle did his best to not lean on the table in order to keep his composure steady but you saw his fluctuation nevertheless.

“What do you mean, Prefect? I’m perfectly fine. Normally I would scold you for asking such a question because there’s no need in interrogating such trivial things, though due to you drinking chamomile tea today I’ll make a small exception.”

“Ergh, thanks, I guess,” you looked straight in his eyes.

Riddle wondered if you always were so blurry or has something gotten into his eyes? He took a deep breath, noticing how heavy and constricted his diaphragm felt at the slightest breaths.

“I must thank you for helping me educate Ace,” he cleared his throat and throwed a demanding look at Trappola, who was ready to do something reckless if there weren’t you who outstretched your hand and asked him to wait a little.

“Yeah no problem, but…” You stood up and approached him. “Forgive me my rudeness.”

You pressed your forehead to his, gasping at how hot it was and took his hand and yours, waving a goodbye to Ace and ignoring Riddle’s little objections.

“Prefect!”

Was raising his voice always that hard? His throat ached from the pain of an unknown origin, and a hazy memory of how he asked Trey to give him honey to soothe a thorny scratching feeling in his throat right after he woke up suddenly popped up in his mind. He completely ignored Trey’s concerned voice and thought there was nothing wrong with his condition. At all.

Ah, really, you’re insanely blurry today. What was wrong with you, Prefect?

He won’t ever admit it out loud, but his utterly cold hand in yours felt so… natural. Rapidly changing floorboards danced beneath his feet as you two walked, and he chuckled, muttering something under his breath. The way your fingers wrapped around his gloved ones was so sweetly ravishing so he didn’t realize you two made it to the infirmary.

“Care to elaborate?” He asked, letting you help him sit on the bed and was pretty much amused with your reactions. Really, you were acting so strange today.

“I wonder where the nurse is…” you sighed but took out a thermometer out of the first aid kit. “And do you really have no clue?”

“I’m no fool, Prefect. Sure I have.”

You chuckled, hiding a smile under your hand drawn to your face, and adjusted a pillow to make it more comfortable to lay on.

“Voice it out loud then.”

“I was paired with Floyd for yesterday’s alchemy class. That is why I’m behaving in such a pathetic way, I’m sure we added something wrong. Although professor Crewel stated it was a magnificent work, I double checked it after class when I got time between doing homework and making sure everyone followed the curfew time…”

“Hm, I wonder why Trey said you’ve worked overtime and passed out from fatigue at 3 pm.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed,” you sighed, slightly pressing your hands to his shoulders and making him lay on bed. He hesitated at first but gave up under your demanding gaze. “Please lie down for a while while I take your temperature.”

You tapped with a thermometer on his lips, causing Riddle to part them. After he grabbed it with his lips, you nodded and stood up, observing an infirmary in order to find something useful.

When you turned to him you spotted how flushed his cheeks were. Riddle panted heavily, little sweat drops on his forehead.

“Forgive me for my rudeness,” you took off his jacket, his vision completely blurry. No objections were heard, so you assumed he wasn’t getting any better.

“My goodness, Riddle, you have a fever.”

“Huh… Is that so…”

His answer was hardly coherent, his pale lips twitched slightly, and his eyelids turned heavy as lead, so he closed them. It was incredibly difficult to stay conscious, but he made efforts in order not to burden you with his condition even more.

“What do I do with you…” you whispered, noticing how bad his fever was, and proceeded searching for antipyretic medicine. After you helped him take it, you made a cold compress, pressing a wet towel to his forehead and realizing he fell asleep.

“Sleep well and get well soon,” you bent over close to his face, a soft genuine smile revealing your tender feelings for him. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You pressed a light kiss on his hot forehead and fell asleep on the bed corner near him.

A few hours later Riddle woke up, forgetting everything happened before he passed out. He was feeling much better by now, at least he managed to recognize you, reading something while sitting on the chair near the infirmary bed he was laying on.

“Oh, good morning,” you smiled. “Or I would rather say evening. How are you?”

“I’m okay. Oh Sevens, Prefect, I’m so sorry for being such a burden, but I’m also extremely grateful for your assistance.”

“No worries, I did it willingly. How could I leave my favorite person in this state?”

“Your… huh?”

You chuckled, amused with his confusion, and closed the book you were reading.

“Did you have a nice dream? You were smiling so hard it was so adorable.”

Riddle rubbed his eyes, genuinely trying to recall what he was dreaming of if he was even.

“Nothing much, I suppose… Oh.”

“Oh?” You imitated him, leaning a bit closer.

“N-no, nothing. It was just a dream, after all.”

He didn’t realize he couldn’t resist the urge and touched his forehead, still feeling a pleasant warmth and thinking that he would like to return to the dream he was seeing, your tender lips touching his heated skin... Your soft kiss was the best medicine, indeed.

Or was it even a dream in the first place, given how playful your smile was just now?

♡ author's note : i'm going to make oneshots for all the dorm leaders tho idk what about timings since i'm preoccupied with a lot of things rn ;;

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #twst x reader

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