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thesilmarillionblog · 13 days

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, heartless Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, mention of drugs, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 1796

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

“Get lost fuckface and bring me a coffee,” Ben said telling the the poor guy who was trying his best to make Soldier Boy happy till the broadcast start.

The announcement of the new Payback member to the American public was scheduled for today. The company's executives had already made the decision to bring on a new employee, despite the fact that the team already had enough members. Everyone on the team opposed this idea, with the exception of Soldier Boy and you, but nothing changed.

You didn't mind if a new person joined the team because they were assigning Soldier Boy all tasks, regardless of importance, and you could see he was growing more and more irate with each passing day. Given that Black Noir was the team's second-strongest member, it was obvious Soldier Boy didn't appreciate the concept of being used for insignificant tasks constsantly. It was obvious that the team definitely required one more strong member.

“You don’t have to be so rude to those people,” you murmered as you approached Ben. "They are all scared of you already.”

Ben chuckled as he sat down and sniffed the white dust, saying, “I am not familiar with the concept of princess treatment, sweetheart, and nobody respects a pussy leader; keep that in mind.”

You sighed knowing he would never change his attitude just because you told him to. He pulled you to his lap and gave you a quick and firm kiss, silencing you before you argue with him.

All of you were taken aback when a new supe was introduced because you hadn't seen her before. She smiled and gave a short but impactful speech about how she would benefit America and its citizens. She looked nice and strong with her red suit and long red hair.

You were only made to feel worse by the fact that everyone was rooting for Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess every day, and their fan base became stronger over time. The current Crimson Countess stood on the side where you used to stand. They were singing together in ads while standing side by side and hand in hand, which was keeping you up at nights. The growing distance between you and Ben was eating you alive.

He hardly ever visited or spoke to you during the day, despite the fact that he used to spend the night with you in the past. There were moments when you tried to talk to him about what was going on, but he waved you off right away, saying he had things to do and couldn't be seen with any other woman but the Countess.

You were frequently questioned about their relationship, and you smiled while telling the cameras that they were lucky to have found each other and that they were strong together. If only they were aware of your true feelings.

Even though Ben continued to treat Noir rudely, which greatly upset and angered you, the rest of the crew was glad that Soldier Boy had finally become distracted. This was because they had been mistreated and bullied by him less than in the past. You two had heated disagreements over Noir as well in the past, but Ben consistently ignored your emotions and ideas. Now that Crimson also supported him about how he should treat the team made your blood boil with hatred and agony.

Noir remarked, removing his mask, “I can't do this, Y/N. I refuse to bow to him and put up with the way he treats me.”

You walked up to him and touched his back to get him to turn to face you. “What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I’m saying he is not worthy of being a leader.” Noir paced violently and stated, “All he does is get high with Crimson and bully me and everyone around him. He left you aside too.”

Though you knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, his words cut deep and silenced you for a second.

“Don’t do something crazy, Noir. You hear me?” You asked, ignoring his thoughts about Ben leaving you. “You know his short temper.”

Noir was always kind and kind, so you were surprised to see him so furious, but you knew he was right about everything, and Ben seemed to be getting worse and more distant every day as his connection with Countess took shape right before your eyes. You seemed to be deceiving yourself all along when you told yourself that their relationship wasn't real.

“I don’t know. Someone must do something about this.”

“You don’t stand a chance against him,” you said as you grasped his arms tightly. “I’ll talk to him, okay. I’ve got this, I promise.”

Noir gave you a nod before he put the mask on, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You waited patiently until you learned Ben would be alone tonight because Crimson would be going on a mission. Your heart raced when you entered his house without saying anything. He must have heard the noises you made already, because he turned to you immediately and did not look surprised to see you.

“Hi,” you whispered, not knowing how to react around him anymore.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked as he sat down in the coach after. He was high on cocaine.

As you walked up to him, you gave him a disappointed expression, but the way he looked stopped you. In the past, you were close every second, but those days are long in the past now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your eyes were watery as you asked. It seemed like you would explode at any moment.

“Are fucking on your period? Why so sensitive?” His smile infuriated you, and he laughed as if something amusing had happened. There was something very punchable about his face.

“Why do you still treat Noir like a fucking jackass? He follows your instructions to the letter, and you are simply being disrespectful to him and the team as a whole.” You spoke angrily, as if you wanted him to share your feelings of rage. You wanted to wipe that foolish smile off his face.

His body abruptly shifted, giving you a menacing glance and raising his finger in your direction. “Don't fucking give me some advise. Who the fuck are you? You do realize that I am the fucking boss here, don't you?”

He hasn't been this angry with you in a long time, so you were surprised by his harsh remarks. It seemed like he hated you as he spat those words.

You yelled back, “I don't even know the man I'm talking to anymore,” at which point your tears finally fell. “Since Crimson entered your life, you have changed, Ben. She fucking hates you; she doesn't even love you. Don’t you see it?”

He was eventually enraged by your screams at him, and he stood in front of you with hate in his eyes. Your heart pained when you saw him staring at you like that, with eyes full of anger and fury.

“Do you know what I'm going to do?” He asked softly, as if he were just saying something kind. “I'm fucking gonna kill that masked pussy Noir and fucking make sure you watch through it.”

His cold words frozen you, and your eyes widened seeing he meant every word he said.

You shoved him away by his chest and sobbed, “If you ever touch Noir, I swear I'll cut Countess’ bitch head and throw it to your fucking thick skull.”

You were aware that nothing or no one could stop Ben from doing what he wanted to do, and that you might be the reason Noir was put to death or anything like. Your pulse raced upon witnessing Ben's unexpected outburst of rage against Noir.

Judging by his face, it was clear he was taken aback by your sharp words. You’ve never talked in athreatening way before with anyone. Your sigh and sobbing were the only things that filled the pregnant silence in the room.

“Ben,” you said softly, trying to reach again one more time, and you touched his face, hoping he wouldn’t push your hands back. To your surprise, he didn’t make a move. You looked him into the eyes between your tears and said, “I am the only one who truly loves you. Not her, not anyone else. Just me. What happened to us?”

You waited for him to answer you after you gave him a firm kiss, showing your love and care for him, but he didn’t kiss you back. Instead, he pushed your hands away from his face, with an unreadable look on his face.

“Why are you being selfish?” he asked, breaking the silence, almost irritated by your kindness toward him. “People love seeing me and her together. Duty fucking comes first.”

“You don’t owe love to her just to be loved by people you don’t even know,” you said, trying to convince him he didn’t have to do something he didn’t want to.

“How the fuck do you know I’m doing this for people only?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, as your heart skipped for a moment.

“Maybe I’m fed up with your soft attitude, and I want to be with her. How about that?” He said he was giving you an insidious smile.

With a heavy heart, you stepped back from him as more tears dropped from your cheeks. There was no point trying to convince Ben for your love while he didn’t give a fuck about it at all and the one he wanted was actually Countess.

“Is that what you want?”

“It fucking is,” he said, sitting down in the coach and keeping sniffing cocaine, like the conversation meant nothing to him and he wanted you to be gone.

Before leaving his house, you turned him one last time, saying, “She’ll betray you, Ben. I don’t know if I see that day, but you’ll see it.”

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A/N: Well, that was a one shot, but let me know if you think that I should make it multi-chapters. Comments are appreciated, hehehe. <33

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fandomonetwo · 10 months

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i beggest thou pardon — eddie munson

▸summary: you have an issue. eddie has a talent at acting. you have to get rid of a really sketchy guy. he has to get people to stop making up rumours about him and chrissy. a perfect problem.

▸characters: eddie munson, fem!reader, chrissy cunningham, male!oc

▸tw: creep guy, borderline sa, an adult word or two

▸a/n: this came to me in a dream. it was a great dream. i was sad it was over

MANY OF THE students at Hawkins would say that Percy Thorn was a pretty good choice of boyfriend. He was a very tall, slightly lanky yet strong art student with a charming personality, a dazzling smile, and a 1984 Harley Davidson FXRT. Yes, he was quite a choice.

He was also an incredible egomaniac.

For the past week and a half, Percy Thorn had not once left you alone if he could help it. Lunch times, he was there. Art class, he was there. Maths and English, he was there. He was like carbon dioxide: always there, yet never wanted.

Well, this past couple of days, he’d gone above and beyond in trying his best to ‘get you’. He’d tried the flirting, leaning against inanimate objects (and animate objects, such as poor Joseph with the glasses), pick up lines, asking his friends to ask you out for him. Nothing seemed to work. So, he tried the next option.

Touching.

First, it was an arm around your shoulders. Then pats on the head. Then a hand grab. But today, he’d been rather bold, going as far as to place a hand on your thigh. When he did that, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I have a boyfriend.”

Oh, boy. You had just told Percy Thorn that you had a boyfriend. That did not exist. That was nowhere to be found. That currently had his residential address set in Narnia. You had to find a boyfriend, stat.

When lunch rolled around, you burst into the cafeteria wide-eyed, panicked, and panting. Your eyes then landed on one set person that could quite possibly guarantee your safety from Mr.-let-me-lick-my-lips-and-hope-I-look-sexy.

You beelined for the table he was currently sitting at, taking the empty seat next to him, smoothing out your skirt.

“I’m really sorry, but I need a boyfriend.”

The man blinked once, twice, gaping like a fish. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before blurting, “I beggest thou pardon?”

It was probably the stupidest thing Eddie Munson could have said. But he was discussing Hellfire, and he was speaking in old English, and then he remembered he had a Shakespeare assignment due tomorrow, and the dominoes just kept falling.

Eddie had never thought that someone such as yourself, a rather ethereal being that was currently spending her angelic time at a school such as this, could ever taint her reputation by breathing the same air as him, never mind sitting next to him. He was a little taken aback, evidently.

Gareth, who was sitting opposite him, merely dropped his head rather heavily on the table, banging it a couple of times before sighing. Jeff merely pat him a few times on the back, muttering “I know, dude, I know” to the poor boy. You and Eddie both watched this with rather similar facial expressions, allowing Eddie time to process what you’d just said.

“I’m so sorry,” he backtracked. “I meant to say... what?”

“Percy Thorn won’t leave me alone, and I told him I had a boyfriend, and he didn’t believe, me, and he won’t believe me until I show him, and I know that you’re a kind of freak, no offence, but if you pretended to date me, he’d probably get the message and leave me alone because he would never try to mess with you, what with you being the devil’s spawn or something, I don’t know, but I suppose the basic gist of this is, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend so he can stop touching me?”

How you managed to say that in one breath was rather impressive, Eddie had to admit. He also had to admit that he was, in fact, not listening until you mentioned touching. His eyes narrowed when he heard that and he pursed his lips.

See, he had his own little problem. Someone had seen Chrissy and him talking at one point in time, and now they had spread the rumour that the two were know a thing, meaning that Chrissy’s anxiety had skyrocketed when people whispered, and Eddie was getting into a lot more fights than he was before the rumours began. He’d only just had a black eye fade, and already had a threat for another one. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to go blind.

“Pissing off Percy Thorn, huh?” he murmured thoughtfully. “Hmmmm...”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, dude, take the deal,” Gareth hissed, not lifting his head from the table.

“Sure, why not?” the metalhead smirked, and you nearly fell backwards from relief.

“Okay,” you breathed, ready to cry. “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart, relax.” He raised a hand to your waist, halting and asking permission with his eyes. At your soft smile and small nod, he wrapped an arm around your lower back, peeking two fingers underneath your ABBA themed baby tee. You shivered at the cool temperature of his silver rings, and were quite flustered at the heat of his skin. It was a rather beautiful contrast.

You were a rather physically affectionate person, and were rarely uncomfortable with touch unless someone else was. But this was an Eddie-initiated thing, so you leaned into his side, placing your head just below his collarbone. His hair smelt nice, and it was gorgeously soft. He had great curls.

“Wow, your hair is like, ridiculously nice,” you muttered. He chuckled.

“Thanks, doll. It’s my three-in-one shampoo,” he joked. You cracked a small smile at that, it dropping as soon as you heard footsteps and turned to see the douchebag himself strutting over.

“Well, well, well.” Percy Thorn also had a very silky voice. He could’ve been a voice actor. “We find ourselves in a predicament at the moment.”

Gareth lifted his head from the table, his eyes slits as he glared through his own brunette curls at the leather-clad artist. “And what would that be, o mighty one?”

Percy turned up his lips, looking Gareth up and down, turning back to Eddie. “The devil’s spawn has his hands on my girl.”

Eddie raised his lips in a sarcastic grin, cocking his head. “Last I checked, she was my girl.” Eddie tightened his arm to sell the point, and you raised your hand to his, lacing your fingers. You really wanted to vomit when Percy said ‘his girl’.

Percy scoffed. “Oh, please. No one would be caught dead sharing your seat on the bus, let alone allowing themselves to be called your girl.”

“Yeah, well, the reason she is my girl is because we shared a seat on the bus, so I guess luck was on my side.”

Damn, Eddie was good at lying. You smirked a little at the little made up story. You nuzzled into his neck a little, grabbing his attention.

“I have to go. Mrs. Craig won’t handle tardiness from anyone, not for the sake of algebra.” You swung your legs over the seat, hand still interlaced. He did the same, only with one leg. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, delighting in Percy’s absolute look of fury.

“I shall see you soon, my heavenly rose,” he bade farewell, sounding like one of the characters from the play he was meant to be analysing, Twelfth Night. You giggled a little. Even though you were only pretending, Eddie was rather funny.

“I await the chance, fair knight,” you returned, curtseying rather clumsily. He smiled back at you. You were quite pretty when you smiled.

You began to walk away, avoiding Percy’s look of rage when you passed. You couldn’t walk very far however, when you gasped, stopping in your tracks. Tears appeared in your eyes.

Percy smirked, the spot where he’d slapped your butt still tingling. You’d never wear this skirt in public again. Your hand flew to the spot, trying to stop something, anything, everything from happening all at once. You spun around, hunched over a little as you kept your legs together, as though you were a cowering puppy.

Eddie’s smile faded, replaced with a rather scathing look. The look of fear, no, distress that was on your face had him reeling. He grabbed the nearest thing, which was his lunch tray, shot up, flung his arms back, and brought the tray right on Percy’s ear.

The art student crumbled like a sack of potatoes, yelling as he clutched his ear. Eddie stood in front of you protectively, lunch tray still clutched rather tightly in his hand.

“You bastard.”

“Mr. Munson!” The whole cafeteria swung from looking at Eddie to looking at the teacher that had just shouted. “Principal’s office! Now!”

The brunette sighed, dropping the tray. Gareth sputtered.

“Wha- but Percy literally just assaulted her!”

“You too!” She didn’t even know his last name.

“That’s not fair.” You were trying to help, but it was hard when you were trying not to burst into tears.

“You know what? Life’s not fair. All three of you, go!” She pointed in the direction of the principal’s office Percy’s friends rushed to help their fallen mate.

Eddie stuck close to you the whole walk to the principal’s office. “Welp, that was an eventful relationship.” He tried joking, but it didn’t crack a smile this time.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I got you both in trouble.”

“Nah,” Gareth waved his hand, dismissing you. “It was worth it. Seeing Thorn fold like that was funny. Plus,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Eddie’s got a girlfriend.”

“Pretend girlfriend.” Eddie cleared his throat turning a little red. Gareth shrugged and walked a bit in front of them. The metalhead turned to you, sheepishly running his hand on the back of his neck. “Sorry about him, and that whole tray smack thing.”

“It’s okay, for both things.” You said quietly. “But, uh, you wouldn’t mind being my pretend boyfriend for a little longer, would you? I’m a little paranoid now.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Eddie grinned like the cheshire cat. “How about I drop you home to solidify the story?”

You smiled at that. “I’d really love that.”

Besides, he could use your help on that assignment.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #fake dating #gareth stranger things #mclove

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queerfanfiction · 1 year

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Love Notes (Ch. 4)

Larissa Weems x musicteacher!Reader

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The next few weeks were risky for you and any attempts to deliver a mix CD to Larissa. You had hoped to drop one in her mail slot near the faculty lounge; many of the faculty have a dedicated space for students to drop off papers, forms, and so on. Thankfully, not only students used it to submit assignments. It wasn’t monitored, so it would be a likely place for a secret admirer to utilize.

During the first attempt, you had the gift tucked in your hand on your way to the mailboxes. No one else was around. Most faculty were not holding any exams since the semester had concluded early due to the culmination of Ms. Thornhill’s, or….Laurel Gates’, plans. Students and a majority of the faculty and staff would depart soon for their own homes admits winter break. This felt like the only time you were able to deliver the CD without major suspicion.

As you were about to slide the letter and CD into the slot for Principal Weems, Larissa appeared from down the hall. Gods, you contemplate at the coincidence and close call. You had hoped to deliver the next installment of your never-ending playlist for her before she could begin moving around the academy grounds. She was advised to continue resting, and her sprightly recovery was not anticipated by the hospital. Granted, the normie hospital in Burlington didn’t (and couldn’t) take into account how fast Larissa’s shapeshifter antibodies regenerated. You felt thankful for that fact, because otherwise the poison would have taken its toll on her body, even with the antidote.

Sauntering towards you after meeting your gaze, Larissa inquired, “Want to get some air with me?”

She had bugged you nearly every day for the past week to go outside with her. Or, rather, let her go outside at all. You were keeping a surprisingly firm stance her recovery. You typically wouldn’t be that bothered in your day to day, but, in this case, you knew the woman would work herself to the bone if you did not set parameters for her. Wow, I sound like a nagging partner, you thought humorously.

You quickly manuever your hand behind you to ensure Larissa did not witness the nearly placed gift that would undoubtedly out you. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that.”

Taken aback, Larissa gaped. She didn’t expect for you to agree so readily. In fact, she had prepared a small speech about the benefits of fresh air to recovery and maintaining routine, assured that she would have to convince you.

You link arms with the taller woman, struggling slightly to recompense the height difference between you two as you walked. Having a hand on Larissa would provide support and protection for your first walk through the campus. However, you’d be lying if you said grasping her warm forearm didn’t feel like the most natural and comforting action.

Delivering the mix CD would have to wait.

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Outside, you see Larissa light up after taking a deep breath in of the crisp air. She excitedly pulls you along a walking path, eventually pointing out different birds. “You know about birds?” you ask incredulously, staring at her in wonder. This woman was constantly surprising you with her complexity and dynamism. You felt like you could never tire of her and all that she beholds.

“Of course. They’re astonishing. I take note of beauty when I see it.” Her eyes seek out and linger over your own. You attempt to suppress a smile and growing blush. Your head swam with possibility. Did she mean you?

The rest of your walk together veered away from school grounds and into the woods, most likely near the crypts and ritual sites. Most of the Vermont trees were barren. No leaves, no snow—only varying shades of brown straggling upward towards the sky. You were thankful to have a walking path with large evergreen trees that added a bit of color to the excursion. You noted spruce, fir, and pine trees throughout your chosen path, and you wondered if Larissa would be interested in the differences.

At that moment, the trees in question betrayed you. Your boot caught on a rather hefty root hidden by the fallen leaves and brush, causing you to topple dramatically. Strong, gloved hands reach out to secure you, but the unexpected force of the fall overtook you both.

You land with a thud on top of Larissa. Her attempt to steady you with her hands turned into her arms enveloping you, taking most of the brunt of the sudden trip to the ground.

“Oh my gods, are you okay?!” you breathe out frantically.

With an echo of pain already leaving her face to be replaced by something else, she lets out a deep, hearty laugh. You two lay together howling until your stomach aches from the effort. Settling from the joyous outburst, you realize you’re still atop of the tall woman, your bodyweight pressing against her. Larissa makes no move to loosen her grip on you or unsnake her arms from around your back. With your faces this close together in the cold air, your breaths are seen passing between you two, intermingling.

Your hair dangles and frames Larissa’s face below you. A flood of emotions rise in your chest as you stare at her plump lips slightly parted. You involuntarily release your tongue to wet your own lips. Larissa notices, because her eyes stay on the action, begging your tongue to make a reappearance.

Before you can give yourself over to the building ache to meld your body into hers, to crawl inside and make a home in the woman, you remember she’s freshly out of the hospital and could be in pain. Worry overwhelms you and you cup her face with your hand and suggest, “Let’s get you up.”

When you and Larissa finally move onward after the tree root encounter, you search for almost anything to establish a new conversation subject away from the budding desire for continued closeness you yearned for. Turning to winter break and students, you two bring up Wednesday and Enid. You had seen Enid packing her bags, looking unusually excited to leave for winter break. You had assumed after last year’s lackluster winter break and this year’s rocky Parent’s Weekend that the young werewolf wouldn’t be looking forward to being away from Nevermore.

“I believe Ms. Sinclair will be visiting with Ms. Addams over break,” Larissa confides.

“Ah. …Do you think they’ll come back and have finally disclosed their feelings for each other?”

“I—what?” Larissa attempts, before finally relenting to gossiping. “I’m not sure. Wednesday is as hard to crack as ever after everything.”

“Come on! Give her some credit. I see the way she looks at Enid. Wednesday can tolerate her far longer than anyone else. That’s practically a declaration of love.”

You and Larissa chat candidly as you loop around back to the school grounds. It was freeing being able to broach almost any topic with someone—her time at Nevermore, your family growing up, her hopes and plans for the future. Finally, the sunset begins to part further down the horizon, threatening darkness.

“Let’s go, Larissa. We’ve been out here for hours. Let’s not get lost in the dark.” You take Larissa’s hand to tug and direct her to an entrance close to her living quarters. You both head inside, content with the day’s exploration of each other and the grounds.

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A day after your stroll through the grounds and forest with Larissa, students began departing for winter break. Great…, you mused. Utilizing the faculty mailboxes and concealing your identity would be even harder. You must wait again.

You weren’t really convinced Larissa would be under the impression that a student was creating these thoughtful gifts for her. She was too duty-driven to allow that specific morally grey area to open up. Rather, even other faculty and people outside of Nevermore would be less likely to be wandering the halls and gaining access to drop off the surprise.

With no way to deliver them, you began piling up heart wrenching compositions and playlists for the silver-haired blonde. At this rate, you wouldn’t be able to keep them hidden in your living quarters. Currently, you were keeping the CDs behind a hollowed out brick in your room. The brick wasn’t removable, but luckily you were able to phase your hand through into the open space where the mixes laid, safely awaiting their true home.

With the mixes halting, you could deduce Larissa was on edge. More restless. She constantly had the CDs already delivered playing, whether she had company or not. If you passed by her quarters throughout the day, you could hear the echo of the songs you had chosen for her. Beyond this, you also noticed her pacing more often and not relaxing her shoulders as much. She was usually never one to give manifestation to anxious energy. In an attempt to settle the taller woman’s mind, you wanted to keep her busy over the break.

Most of the faculty would be departing along with students. You wanted to stay behind with Larissa. You also…didn’t have anywhere to go. Your mother passed when you were young. Your father blamed you for her passing. No siblings. Any friends were either spending time with families of their own or were other faculty that had taken their leave until the spring semester began.

Your curiosity piqued, Why was Larissa staying? Was the school where she wanted to be or the only place she had? Regardless of the answers, you were set on making sure you two made the most out of winter break.

You and Larissa had taken to creating ice lanterns, even though Imbolc was more than a month away. They were just too gorgeous to pass up. In between breakfast and dinner together one evening, you surprised her with homemade sourdough starter. She had admitted in passing weeks ago that she never had the time to bake; you were determined to change that, so much so that you gave up your own starter that you had going for years.

Anything the two of you could realistically achieve over the break, you had written down on the back of an old music sheet. “Break Bucket List” you titled it. The list included incorporating audiobooks into your breakfast routine, painting in Nevermore’s art room, learning how to mold things from clay and silicone, gazing at the stars from the observatory and uncovering lore about them. It was surprising how many stars and formations were named after misogynist Greek and Roman myths. You and Larissa would take turns looking into the background of specific constellations to surprise the other with during these self-proclaimed astronomy sessions.

When knee-deep snow appeared overnight, you two couldn’t help but declare a snowball fight. These spontaneous moments radiated so much joy from the usually stressed and tense woman. You treated them as precious moments that could be ripped away at any time. They almost weren’t able to happen, and you wouldn’t take Larissa’s presence for granted.

Mid-fight you ran past her and once again tripped, cascading into the woman. Nervous about knocking over Larissa twice recently, you were about to apologize and reason that you were a music professor and not athletics coach for a reason. Before you could, though, the woman under you broke the tension by reaching her arms out, fisting snow, and smashing them over both of your ears with a mischievous cackle. Reeling from the surprise attack, you fell over to the side of her. You felt like personified ice cream sandwich. She quickly rose, anticipating the incoming payback.

“You’re going to pay for that! Let’s see how you like it,” you let out with a grunt.

Having already scrambled to her feet, Larissa taunted you with faux bashful, blinking eyelids, “Think you can reach it?” You proceeded to run around the taller woman, hopping up like an excited puppy to attempt to shove snow into her own playful face.

When you two were out of breath and needed a bit of a rest from the energetic activity, you settled her down on a bench between the back of Nevermore and the forest. You instructed her to close her eyes.

Once confirming she wouldn’t peek and her scandalized response that she would never, you went to work. All she could hear was snow moving about and strange, sharp chiseling.

When you felt satisfied, you told her to open for the grand reveal. Her gaze fell on an intricate ice sculpture. Giving her time to inspect it, you slowly began to pull wind through the piece in differing directions, making distinct notes and music erupt from the inanimate object.

Larissa looked at you utterly enamored. While your heartbeat picked up its pace at her admiration, you couldn’t pinpoint its exact meaning. The magical quality of the music coming from the snow’s transformation was enough to garner a look like that from anyone. You wondered if you should hope that her feelings are in any way similar to yours. Surely that wasn’t such an outrageous notion.

Technically, you had spent more nights falling asleep in her bed than your own recently. It seemed like you two never wanted the extra time to end. It was enjoyable experiencing Larissa’s more carefree side; it looked quite good on her. This desire to spend time, though, meant you two often moved into the bedroom to finish listening to podcasts, to read, to drink and chat. Try as you might, you felt so safe next to the woman. When sleep inevitably came, you could never fight it.

You understood how after your tired, often active, days you both fell asleep. You were less sure why every time you did sleep over, her hands snaked around your torso. You felt rigid the first few times, terrified she would awaken and angrily throw you out or brand you as predatory. As the nights with her arms reaching out to you continued, though, you began to lean into her embrace. Embarrassingly, you’ve even taken to nuzzling against her neck, breathing in her scent.

Sometimes guilt gnawed at you over these lingering touches. Other times it felt like such a relief to briefly experience comforts that you weren’t sure would ever come to fruition deliberately.

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Even with your distractions, Larissa had taken to the bulletin board in the front hall of Nevermore to post a note seeking the identity of her secret admirer. Well, she didn’t phrase it like that exactly. Of course the head of the school didn’t post that she was being flirted with and pursued for anyone that found themselves on campus to read.

You considered a way to convey messages to her without immediately pointing to yourself. I mean, you can’t just pin a response to the board while only a few of the faculty and staff were here. You’re not sure why rom coms seem so straight forward, as if anyone in their right mind considers taking out an entire full page advertisement in a newspaper to correspond with the object of their desire. Then again, Larissa did gravitate towards 80’s power ballads. You briefly imagine standing outside her office with a boombox.

You did have an idea, though. You could move forward with a scavenger hunt, possibly leaving hidden messages/codes in your letters and mixes. You knew the brilliant and perceptive woman would be able to solve them, especially with her constant repetition of the music in her office. If you set all that up, you’re sure you could muster the courage to be waiting for her at the end when she figured it out.

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ae-azile · 2 months

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that ask game: 2, 12, 14, 17, 18, 21, 22

This is for the KinnPorsche fandom, since I think most of my active followers know me from there. 🙂

2. Compelling argument as to why my fave would never top or bottom:

Hmmm, this one is a bit hard for a couple reasons. For one, I don't have one definitive favorite. I actually enjoy/appreciate a lot of the characters for different reasons so it is hard to narrow it down to one, singular character. For another, I feel like all of the characters could go vers under the right conditions, and I don't think it matters when it comes to who tops or bottoms. But I will go with two characters who I struggle to see as potentially vers.

Kim: I feel like Kim (at least in the show) struggles with relinquishing control, but also needs someone he trusts to take over. Personally, I think he needs someone he loves and trusts to have sex at all. While topping does not always equal control (and bottoming doesn't always equal submission), I think many mistake it as such. To me, if he found the right person to take that step with, he would likely show that devotion through a willingness to bottom. He struggles with words, so this is the next best thing: Letting someone take care of him and trusting them not to hurt him - something that is very hard for him to do otherwise.

Kinn: I wouldn't necessarily call Kinn a fave, but I have compassion for him and I find him very interesting. I struggle with seeing him bottom. The thing is, I don't struggle with seeing Porsche top. If Porsche found someone more vers, I think he would be down for either role. However, I also think Kinn’s rigidity in these roles also stems from a struggle to relinquish control. However, I think his control issues are much more pronounced due to his position. While he goes soft for Porsche and clearly adores him, he has been trained to be a leader, masculine, tough, etc. Despite Korn accepting his sons and their sexualities, the environment Kinn was not only raised in, but trained to lead is a breeding ground for toxic masculinity and not getting too close and comfortable with people - even those you should be close and comfortable with. Taking that into account and the fact his first known significant love betrayed him, I feel like he would really struggle opening himself up enough to bottom, even with Porsche. He would most likely CONSIDER it for Porsche and I don't completely rule it out, but it would be a struggle for him to get to that point.

12. The unpopular character I really like:

“Like” may be a strong word, but I find Korn and Gun FASCINATING. I would eat up an entire prequel series about these brothers. Gun is an abusive father, Korn appears to be a passive and kind one, yet Gun sees his brother as pure evil. While I don't necessarily think Korn is 100% evil, I truly believe he has less of a conscience than Gun does. Gun manipulates and beats his oldest son. He stabs one of the guards and has him beheaded posthumously. We witness those things because we are SUPPOSED to be on the major family side and see them as the much lesser evil. The thing is, they aren't, and I believe Korn is the colder and more sadistic one in the scheme of things, even while being an accepting father who probably genuinely loves his sons on some level. Both Gun and Korn are guilty of terrible crimes. They have had the same traumas passed down to them by their likely terrible father, but emerged from that trauma as very different people.

I read Gun as someone who is perpetuating the abuse he likely suffered as a child. He is not a born villain. Korn was older, and likely calmer and more level-headed. He was assigned as heir, while Gun was the spare. Gun used the comparison of Korn and their father as a way to compare their capacity for evil. It is the only time in the show Korn genuinely looks taken aback and offended. It's subtle, but it's there. They both likely suffered at the hands of this man and were traumatized by whatever crimes he committed, but Korn never passed that down and hit his sons. As for Gun, he never killed his foster brother-in-law, faked the deaths of his foster sisters and her sons, and kept said foster sister as a prisoner for years and years (unless you believe Korn’s story about Gun killing Pat, which I don't).

Anyway, I don't LOVE them, but I wish more fic writers explored their complexities.

14. The one thing I see in fics all the time:

ABO. I get that it's popular, and I will admit some aspects of it are kind of hot. But I feel like the dynamic taking over the whole environment and twisting it into something strongly dependent on these roles in society is what keeps me from ever seeking it out. Despite that, it comes up a lot in so many fandoms. I might still watch PitBabe though, since the acting looks good from what little I have seen.

17. There should be more type of this fic/art:

I have a list!

Crack fics, preferably crack treated seriously/semi-seriously. I want some high quality works that suck me in and make me laugh in this fandom. There are some great ones, but not enough. I need MORE.

One half of the couple believing the other half is dead (but are they?) I need to see KinnPorsche, VegasPete, ArmKhun, KimChay, etc going through that angst.

Brotherly bonding fics. I love writing sibling dynamics and exploring them, likely because I was deprived of one and grew up feeling pretty isolated due to my home situation. So I really would love to see more fics putting a strong focus on one or more sets of siblings.

18. The fandom has been sleeping on:

ArmKhun. It's somewhat recognized, but I need more people to open their eyes! Arm is so soft with him (with the exception of pushing Khun towards Pete’s ghost, but Khun did throw his effigy in the fire). He calmly and gently explains plot points of shows Khun misses. He is the first one to offer physical comfort. He knows how to get his mind off of things. As for Khun, he seems to trust Arm so much. If you look at them closely, Arm is the first one he often gravitates towards for physical comfort when he is feeling anxious. He also chose to stay with him rather than in a safe room or off the property during the attack.

The mothers. I want their backstories, I need to know how the Theerapanyakuls feel about them. All we have is Kinn saying he is more like his mother before shooting a man in the head, and Vegas looking heartbroken when Gun says he is stupid like his mother.

Namphueng. The woman was locked up for close to twenty years and even in the best written fics I have read, she is often a background player. There is so much potential to explore memory and speech loss, disability, regaining some memories and independence if the story allows, her rebuilding a relationship with her sons and interacting with the others, etc.

21. What part of canon do I think is overhyped?

Initially, I would have said KimChay. They didn't pull me in first watch. I didn't hate their storyline, but I wish it was a little more interwoven into the main plot, and part of me still does. However, they really did pull me in when I watched it again, and now I guess I write about them the most. Still odd to me, but I find them to be really interesting when exploring them in fic.

Now? I really couldn't tell you. I guess I would have to look into everything else that is hyped up and go from there.

22. My favorite part of canon everyone else ignores:

I don't know if everyone ignores it, but I love that Arm is working multiple guard positions? Boy does surveillance, builds and distributes weapons, designs high tech spy gear, and goes on missions with Kinn (which is sort of dumb in hindsight because he is one of the main people holding that compound together). On top of that, he was the first one to tend to Big when he was shot, implying he has some medic or strong first aid knowledge, led the clean up crew after Tawan set off the bomb, and then built bombs of his own for the attack on the compound later on.

He does all of this, and still manages to be a guard to Tankhun, who is likely the safest yet most emotionally demanding family member. And he seems committed to that position. I am sure Arm could easily be removed from Tankhun's team. He has plenty of other work demands, and he better be the highest paid guard other than Chan. Yet he chooses to stay with Khun along with taking on all of those duties. Hm. Love that for him though.

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awholelottayeehaw · 1 year

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KINKTOBER DAY 5: Fucking Machine -Part 2 (Preview)

I'm so sorry everyone for being late on posting The Middle Part 1, between a doctor's appointment, having to go to the local courthouse to explain YET AGAIN why I can't participate in jury duty as a disabled person on welfare due to a low paying career, and my oven breaking on top of some of my students needing a tutoring session on Saturday, I've been exhausted but I plan on posting The Middle Part 1 by tonight and here's a sneak preview of another fic coming out this upcoming Friday as an apology and to give you something to look forward to!

You had many problems, and delayed responses were definitely a few of them.

You weren’t sure if too much time had passed, but the moment you decided to reciprocate Din’s touches and stares, the man pulled back. He stopped touching you and started to actively avoid any room you were in. It was as if that month of pining never happened, and the sudden isolation left your head and heart empty wondering if maybe you had done something wrong. It was so bad, some days when you came back from work you were genuinely surprised that The Mandalorian and Grogu hadn’t packed their things and left. But regardless, the rejection stung with a touch of humiliation that you’d never admit out loud but held close to your heart.

That isolation is what guided you to punch in the coordinates for the nearest planet with the lie on your lips of having a job there that would require your time for a few hours. You noticed that had made Din’s shoulders slump a little in relief, and that only added salt to the rejection and hurt. But the warrior's touches and stares had also left you horny and your fingers and the vibrator you had on your nightstand just weren't doing the trick. That’s how you found yourself at the only brothel on the planet, taken aback by the fact that it was run by droids with the only prostitutes available being the robotic kind, and embarrassingly staring at the droid before you that had the most realistic pussy you had ever seen on something that hadn’t been assigned female at birth.

After turning down another droid with a similar physique but with a, quite frankly, impressive erection instead of a vagina; the female droid led you to a section of the brothel where a private room was waiting for you. You couldn't help the heat that crept to your cheeks and ears at the sounds of sentient species coupling with droids or whatever they paid to be with as you passed rooms by. You also couldn't help the way it made your pussy pulse with need and grow wetter with each step, or how the clench of your thighs did very little to relieve the feeling growing within your groin.

To be released on Friday, February 17th.

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my-mummy-dust · 1 year

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Hello love,

after your encouragement to spam your inbox with my fic ideas, here it comes. Please be honest if it's not your style or you don't like it 🤍

The BAU Team gets a new teammate. A young, beautiful but shy woman (don't know if you want to make an oc or reader character, I don't care) joins Hotch's team. Hotch is instantly taken aback by the new girl and that pisses him off, how can he be attracted to an unknown woman. Pissed off and stoic as he is, he's really strict and unfriendly to her. Furthermore Strauss refuses to give him any deeper background information about her. So in a constant bad mood he mopes his way around her. She on the other hand is really secretive, shy and distant and sometimes jumpy in front of her colleagues. She has a bad past with her last team, which only Strauss knows. The poor woman was severely harassed in her last team. After the last undercover assignment her old team (only men with macho behavior) snapped and it got unbearable for her. They gave her the responsibility of the death of her partner. In fact she and her partner got captured and tortured during that oc operation. Which also left her with severe health issues. Due to a stab wound she has a long scar on her side, under her ribcage and lost a kidney. The waterboarding left her with sensitive lungs and now she often has problems during cold weather (maybe she struggles one time when the BAU Team is on a case, and Morgan and Spencer and Rossi are protective, Hotch is only pissed). Nightmares are plaguing her often. She wants to be strong for her BAU teammates, because they are all very sweet to her and protective and some of them already suspect that she had a hard past and after Morgan accidentally sees her scar, he gets more protective. Hotch can't seem to overcome his trust issues and he confronts Strauss, it gets really loud and his loud argument concerning herself is not unheard by the reader. The next few days she shuts herself more and more out. Not able to sleep properly and can't keep any food down, with flashbacks of her last uncover operation and the bad harassment of her last colleagues she falls seriously ill during a flight to their next case. Running a high fever the team worries for her wellbeing during the flight. In her feverish state and in pain she mumbles and gives away some snippets of her past. Now Hotch can do the math and his heart shatters for her.... Some protective Hotch, attending sick colleague and a happy ending would make me happy =)

I know this is so much to ask and really insane. But thanks for giving me the chance to spread my ideas.

I absolutely love this!! I’ll start working on it either tonight or tomorrow! 🤍

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saintgoths · 1 year

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN - A WILTED ROSE AND A FIXED STARE.

WORDS - 2,079.

RATING - G+. [just adam lorde being a dick].

SUMMARY - as a new character is introduced, scarlett lucille, adam lorde’s confidence to enamour isabella is defeated when he learns about the new bond between joel and isabella while ivy finally confronts dina’s aloof behaviour she has given both her and ellie.

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Her name was Scarlett Lucille, was weighed as a popular loner, people did like her and spoke to her but she liked to keep to herself, the girl was a classmate of Robin and they were assigned to sit next to each other in Art Class. Scarlett did enjoy Robin’s art style, his design was rough but detailed, the type of art you’d see in an action manga, so itemized.

After she had scanned his piece, she had gathered the confidence to convey her message, “I like your drawing,” Scarlett timidly complimented, she had just erased a mistake she had attempted to perfect a couple of times and was quite envious on how easy accuracy came for Robin. It’s been about a month since Robin had entered the Jackson Community School and due to his appearance, he was briskly able to gain popularity, perceived as engaging and mesmeric, Robin was able to woo anyone with his grace.

Scarlett observed that Robin used his looks to get whatever he wanted yet she could sense there was a genuine persona about the boy that she liked. Robin calmly glanced at the girl, she was dainty, her hair blonde, loose wavy hair, heart-shaped face with almond shaped eyes paired with green orbs. Her clothes were dark, she wore a dark grey long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket with dark grey jeans paired with black and white sneakers.

Robin hastily examined her then turned to ogle at her piece. “Thanks,” he smoothly muttered, attentive that her style was heavily influenced by Sailor Moon, “I like your drawing,” he mindfully returned, alert of the number of times she had erased on her paper, but he had an idea that it added to its artistry.

The two continued to speak to one another, aided each other with tips to better their style, Scarlett, taken aback that Robin would listen to what she would do to make her drawings better. Robin has known Scarlett ever since he first stepped into his class, though, the boy has been too busy with his studies and training with Joel to persistently communicate with anyone.

“Do you want to hang out during lunch?” Scarlett diffidently proposed, aware that the Rosalind boy was the unavailable and industrious type but if he did reject her idea, she’d thank herself for putting herself out there.

Robin had thought about it, for a long time he has been so diligent and engrossed with upgrading himself, he speculated that it would be best for him to socialise more. “Sure.”

To Isabella, it seemed like the world was finally paying her back, she had returned to the diner, Three Sisters, where she had finally been promoted to chef duty, as optimistic as she were, during the period of celebration from her and the staff, she observed there was no Seth, she had an idea he perhaps returned to his own diner.

Maria, Tommy and Joel were also there to congratulate her on her betterment, in fact, Joel was actually first to be there, as if he knew of her advancement in the organisation. On the other hand, the trio conveyed about how they’ve been building more homes and that there was going to be more people moving into the society, howbeit, before the homes were favourably built, there were going to be people who moved into their motels ere they properly moved into their new habitats.

Shortly, Adam and Kaylee entered the diner and presently sauntered towards Isabella who was about to enter back into the cuisine yet their arrival stopped her route.

“You two are never seen without each other,” Isabella jokingly teased.

“It’s a twin thing,” Adam facetiously winked.

“Joel finally had the balls to ask Isabella out on a date,” Tommy briskly interjected, comically he mildly slapped his hand against his brother’s back who jokingly pushed him away, with Isabella who awkwardly grinned in the background whilst Adam suddenly came to realisation of Isabella’s busy week, he remained silent but disappointed, he would’ve rather have Isabella tell him the entire authentic reason why she was busy. If Adam was being candid, the fact that it was Joel Miller out of all people caused him to be more let down.

“Finally? I’ve been wondering if he liked me or not,” Isabella softly joked.

“Nah, he’s been infatuated with you the moment you set foot in here,” Tommy truthfully told in a foolish manner only to earn a humoured glare from his elder brother who timidly hunched his body forward to avoid Isabella’s fixed stare.

Entertained, Isabella finished cleaning the table a prospect previously reserved. “That’s enough Tommy,” Joel dryly urged, nonetheless the group undertook another topic to convey about, along with Isabella returning to the kitchen to continue her chef duties. The rest of the adults issued with one another specifically with Kaylee who involved herself with the Miller family.

Yet, Adam halted mute, his fixed stare dark, in the act of attempting to understand what of Joel that won Isabella. His gaze discreet but shadowed with envy, indebted that ere anyone could’ve noticed his stare, Robin entered the diner with a blonde-haired companion next to him. Robin and Scarlett dismounted in the diner mostly because his mother worked there and he was able to get food for free.

Adam’s twin, Kaylee curved to the two young teenagers, her eyes inquisitive and meddlesome. “Girlfriend?” She asked investigative about the duo.

Robin pulled a face, wondered why the random woman was impertinent in his business. “We’re friends,” Robin bluntly responded before he sat himself on one of the seats connected to the main table with Scarlett trailing after him, silent, timid to join in the conversation, his enterprise evident for Kaylee to leave him alone.

“Your mother got promoted to chef duty,” Joel blithely informed the Rosalind boy.

“Deserved,” Robin jovially responded, upbeat and blest that his mother after a period of time received the position she strived for in the beginning.

“Congratulations on your promotion.”

Isabella altered her vision to give her attention to the heritor of the voice, the heritor distinctly being Adam.

“Thank you,” Isabella genially beckoned her head, she speculated if Adam came to address what has just happened in the diner which commenced the woman to really wish she had a cigarette.

“It seems like Robin has found himself a new companion,” Adam gossiped and Isabella happened to sigh in relief in her mind.

With how she protectively capped herself with her jacket in the cold winter season, she noted how the small specks of snow calmly withered against the floor, slightly joyful that one of her favourite seasons began to show. “Yeah, they’re just friends though,” Isabella muttered her eyes avoidant to his physique as she desired for someone new to interrupt their conversation.

“You’re going on a date with Joel?”

Isabella cursed in her mind, accepted that the discourse was inevitable. Eventually, Isabella set her gaze on Adam who stood opposite her, his hands sunk in the pockets of his jackets, his stance angled and face clear with emotions. “Yeah,” Isabella simply replied with resignation.

“When did he ask you out?”

“The day you asked me out,” Isabella responded with disinterest.

“Did he get you flowers like I did?”

Isabella competently scoffed. “Don’t be silly, Adam.”

“No, because tell me what did he do for you to so easily say yes to him?”

“It’s none of your business Adam,” she rolled her eyes, over his childish conduct.

“Did he promise you something? Did he fuck you?”

“Adam, stop!” She yelled finally provoked by his scandalous stance, at last, Adam kept quiet, his lips pursed and his figure belatedly straight. “I don’t want you to speak to me anymore,” she directly commanded, her tone brusque and concise, her eyes harsh and the expression on her face disgusted.

Her facial appearance clear enough that Adam didn’t utter another word. Isabella, also quiet turned to the direction of the diner and returned to her workplace.

“So, people already have their patrol partners?” Ivy questioned herself dumbfounded by the fact that Ellie already had a companion which being Dina, she faintly clicked her tongue, Maria must’ve been confused with another class perhaps, the dark-haired girl glanced at the list, observant that the only person available, was deviation-ally Rowan, when Ivy read his name on the list, her brows furrowed, silently asked oneself to why Rowan has been single if he’s been here longer than her, she speculated if Rowan just wanted to be on his own.

“Well, it’s not like I can pick anyone else,” she then muttered under her breath afore she turned to her class teacher and informed her that she wanted to pick Rowan as a partner. After the abrupt task was done, Ivy exited her class and advanced to join Ellie in the field of their school.

The jiffy Ivy made her way to Ellie, she welcomed the auburn-haired girl with a brisk hug.

“So how did it go?”

“Well, I found out majority of the class was already partnered up aside from Rowan.”

Receptive, Ellie nodded her head, unfazed by the partner up and trustful of Ivy’s behaviour, Ellie leaned against the wooden table she once stood aside just as Dina and Jesse joined the duo, Dina aloof and Jesse engaged. An awkward exchange of “heys” passed around during the time that each of them gathered amongst each other. Dina forthwith engrossed and involved with Ivy and Ellie’s romantic situation. “You two happened quick.”

“Well, I hope it’s not a problem,” Ivy bluntly responded conclusively finding it the right moment to speak about Dina avoiding the two of them. “Since, you have been avoiding the both of us and all.”

Troubled and disconcerted, Ellie pulled herself closer to Ivy to urge her to barricade whatever she wanted to do. “Ivy, you don’t need to—”

“No,” Ivy sternly interrupted. “I feel like it’s better if we just spoke about it instead of just avoiding each other,” she threw in, incontestably irked.

Sympathetic and responsive, Dina gestured with her head, acceptive to what Ivy had just said. “You’re right,” Dina compatibly agreed with the Rosalind girl who was in alleviation when Dina had fixed on what she said. “Plus, there’s no need for me to be distant, I’m with Jesse.”

Jesse and Ellie shared brisk glances, the situation between the four somewhat settled but still awkward, Ivy reassured and consoled that they were able to communicate with one another without a fiery argument. Ivy believed that Ellie probably over thought of a charged and convulsive situation and underestimated the sophistication Dina had in her property.

Dispatched with her shift, Isabella had begun to return back to her home, her small route quiet and amicable, the juncture she made it to the deck of her porch stairs but before she could hike towards her front door, the woman’s name was called.

Isabella recognised the owner of the voice; it was no other than Seth who held the equipment Isabella had given him earlier on. Silent, Isabella examined his profile and saw that he was visibly upset, though, this time his feelings were different. He looked guilty, despondent and ashamed.

“Can we speak in my home?” Isabella sorrowfully suggested, penitent, Seth gestured with his head ere he trailed the woman into her large cabin. The deed was quiet and quick, when the two arrived into her home, Isabella closed the door, open to anything he wanted to say.

“Look,” Seth lowly muttered whilst he expeditiously took a look at the files he held, “I’m sorry,” he fleetly apologised, contrite to his previous behaviour, opposite him, Isabella folded her arms, reticent and soundless. “You really don’t know someone until they’re dead,” he wistfully mentioned then cheerlessly gestured the box of files towards Isabella who dejectedly took the box of papers and images away from him, “and I’m sorry for what he has done to you, I’m sorry for what you had to go through when you were with him.”

“You were only fifteen.”

“I was,” Isabella faintly agreed, airily happy that Seth understood her stance in the circumstance. Eased in her mind, the two carried on having an amicable and sincere conversation before he left her home, placated, Isabella went to hide the crate of documents anteriorly she went to bed and satiate herself in a sleep where she didn’t have to anxiously overthink about the next day.

thank you for all the support in chapter fifteen!

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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Good day, Hebi!

I would like to request a little fluffy/slightly spicy Hitoya/OC fic. My OCs name is Nana. She's short and a little stubborn, has a penchant for good wine as much as Hitoya does good whiskey, and jokingly calls Kuko and Jyushi their sons. I was wondering if the fic could include making dinner and Nana brings up wanting to start a family with her lawyer boyfriend? 🥰💞🌹

Writer's corner: Hi, darling! Of course! Thank you so much for requesting and for talking to me about your OC, she's amazing! I love her! Also, please, let me know if there's something you don't like about the drabble, so I can fix it or make another one for you! Enjoy~

Words: 1393

Warnings: little fluffy/slightly spicy

~♥"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢.. 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.."♥~

"Ehhh?! S-Sons?!"

Kuuko gasped in suprised as he heard Nana's words. He really didn't expect her to call him and Jyushi as her and Hitoya's sons. The same happened to Hitoya himself. He was drinking some whiskey, while reading and working on some documents about a divorce. He couldn't help but turned to look at his dear girlfriend with his open wide eyes. His jaw softly dropped. Jyushi blushed instead.. he had been taken aback by Nana's nickname. The young and beautiful woman, however, giggled as she saw their reactions. She tried hard not to burst out laughing but.. their faces didn't make it easy so Nana ended up laughing with some tears on her brown sparkling eyes too. Yet it wasn't the first time Nana used some nicknames for Jyushi and Kuuko.. but that one really got them surprised. However, the young and gorgeous woman really felt those boys as her sons in deep!.. She was practically such a mother to them, constantly helping or cooking for them both. Plus, the fact that she was in a relationship with Hitoya really makes her a mother for both that crazy monk and that adorable crybaby! And they both knew it in deep.

"What's so funny?!..", Kuuko said with his scratchy voice while softly blushing and looking away. His hands were in his blue bomber's pockets. Hitoya couldn't help but smiled softly while staring at his sweet girlfriend, who was still giggling. She was so beautiful to his eyes.. he really couldn't look away while her cute and blushed cheeks were adorably plump in the laughter and her cute black hair, with some purple locks, styled in a ponytail.. She was such a goddess to his eyes.

"Ohh.. Nothing, my son!", she kept laughing and then finally served the lunch to both Jyushi and Kuuko. Jyushi's eyes glowed up as he saw that Nana had prepared some Napolitan pasta for him.. It was his favourite dish! On the other hand Kuuko started eating in silence.. he still seemed to be embarrassed due to that nickname Nana had called him and Jyushi.

All this sweet family spent the afternoon together, until the red-haired monk decided to come back to the Buddhist temple and to bring Jyushi with him so they could have trained together. Actually Kuuko really wanted to let both Hitoya and Nana have some time for themselves.. He thought about how hard it could have been for a couple to spend the days with some brats like Jyushi--.. no, okay.. He seriously thought he also had to leave them alone, along with Jyushi. Also.. it was Valentine's Day, so.. what of a best day to leave that sweet couple alone?

As Jyushi and Kuuko left the apartment and closed the door behind their backs, Hitoya sighed and came back to work on some documents.. It looked like he had completely forgotten about Valentine's Day, but.. actually he had an ace up his sleeve~ As he saw his sweet girlfriend busy checking some of her students' assignments, he silently stood up and reached their bedroom. He had previously hidden a gift for her into his wardrobe, among his jackets. He took it and, smiling with all his love showing from his gaze, he came back to Nana. The woman was still sitting in her office, working. Her big sprakling eyes following the words on those papers, her lips with a purple lipstick on and her freckles made her cuter and more gorgeous to Hitoya's eyes. He now was there, standing at the entrance of Nana's office, gently and romantically holding a bunch of orchids and a bottle of her favourite wine. He blushed and cleared his throat to get her attention. Nana soon delicately turned her face towards Hitoya and her expression immediately changed.

"What have you done?!.. Babe...! Y-You..!", Nana was speechless, while Hitoya was giggling. She stood up softly and then reached her favourite lawyer, hugging him tightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes. Soon Hitoya tried to hug her back, while he was still holding those gifts. He handed the orchids to Nana, receiving a bright happy smile in response. The couple approached Nana's office's table, where her boyfriend put that bottle of wine. He gently kissed her lips smiling and blushing. In his eyes Nana could see all the love he felt for her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my only love..!", Hitoya's voice sounded lower as he whispered to her ear, gently pulling her closer only to kiss her lips again.

He had planned the perfect evening for the love of his life. Hitoya explained to Nana he wanted to cook for her, to cuddle her with the perfect dinner!.. Nana smiled warmly but soon told him she wanted to help him with it, so they both soon were in the kitchen, cooking some dishes and desserts together. As a dessert they both wanted to make Nana's favourite one. While the black-haired woman was mixing all the ingredients together, some of the chocolate splashed on her face from the mixer. Hitoya immediately laughed when he saw it, while Nana was still trying to turn off the mixer so she could have avoided to dirt the kitchen more. The lawyer kept laughing hard, while he was holding his belly. He was melting and preparing the cream on the stove. He also had some cream on his face too! So soon Nana got an idea to get her revenge~

She suddenly threw some chocolate cream to Hitoya, who stopped laughing immediately as he received it on his face. Nana giggled, covering her mouth. It was a matter of minutes before Hitoya approached Nana and caressed her cheek with his hand, which had some flour on it. It was becoming a kind of food battle with the only difference that now Hitoya was trying to lick the cream and the chocolate off Nana's face and lips...!! Even without realizing it, they both ended up kissing passionately, cuddling among all that mess in the kitchen. Nana sat on the table, while holding him close, kissing him just like if that was her last day.. In the meantime Hitoya was standing in front of her. He had his eyes closed, feeling some shivers along his back, his heart racing like crazy. He kept his eyes closed only to feel that kiss better. It was a long kiss.. A long kiss in which Hitoya's heart was pounding like never before..

Nana... She was the only one able to make him feel like that.. the only one he was able to love that way.

Soon they both stopped, holding each other close. Hitoya blushed and smiled soflty looking at his love's beautiful brown eyes.. Those eyes.. which had made him fall for her. Nana smiled sweetly in return, keeping her arms around his neck, holding him as close as she could. They still had some cream and chocolate on their faces and aprons (while the kitchen was a mess), but.. they didn't care.

"Hitoya.. I... I wanna start a family.. with you..", Nana whispered softly, smiling and blushing. Her eyes were sparkling more than usual. Hitoya's ones were open wider. The lawyer could feel his own heart pounding faster than before, his chest wrapped in the best of the world's feelings. He.. he really didn't know what he was feeling: was he feeling love? Joy? Maybe genuine happiness?.. He didn't know. He was only sure about the fact that he had a tornado of sentiments, all them going around into his chest, into his heart, into his stomach.. He smiled warmly and rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs, looking into her eyes, just like if he wanted to speak to her soul.

"I... I'd like to... I love you, babe...!", he whispered and then kissed her on the lips again. As he was keeping kissing her, trying to deepen that kiss with his tongue, he soon noticed that Nana was becoming more nervous. He broke the physical contact only to hear his girlfriend's voice:

"The cream!!!"

Hitoya soon moved away from her and got closer to the stove, where there still was the cream, which was almost getting burned. Nana giggled, and she felt her heart warming up.. That family would have been the best gift to her life... and to Hitoya's too.

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 3 years

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When You Sleep Together

Dream SMP x Reader

I've got some wholesome moments for you guys because y'all deserve to be loved :) sorry if some of these are cheesy

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💭💚Dream💚💭

Rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stared at the chat of his stream, Clay sighed quietly to himself. He was longing for the sweet embrace of his comfy bed-sheets. As much as he loved his chat, he loved you and his bed more.

Blinking away the sleep, he shook his head to wake himself up. When he stopped himself from falling into his sleep-zombie stupor, he began to speak energetically to the stream once again.

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of his door opening made him stop. When he saw you peeking your head into his room, he muted his mic." Everything okay?" He asked, concern swirling in his deep-green eyes.

Your eyes narrowed a little from the brightness of his monitor," You're... still streaming?" You muttered tiredly, running a hand through your messy hair," It's 4 am... You need to come to bed before you die." You stated bluntly.

Chuckling lightly, Clay smiled at you," That's a bit of an exaggeration, dont ya think?" He grinned out before turning to his monitor," I just need to finish this building first and then I'll come to bed." He reassured.

Pouting at him, you walked over to him in his gaming chair. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaned your head in the crook of his neck. He stiffened up for a second but leaned into your touch, which told you just how tired he really was.

You brought your lips close to his ear," The bed's lonely without you..." You tried your best to sound cute before giving into your sluggish thoughts," and it's lowkey freezing without you next to me. You don't want me to die of hypothermia, right?"

Wheezing a little, he shook his head," Alright, alright. You've convinced me."

"Epic victory royale for me."

"Never say that again."

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🖤🔥Sapnap🔥🖤

Groaning in defeat, you closed your laptop after saving your assignment in frustration. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glanced at your phone and turned it on to check the time.

2:30 a.m

"Oh f-" you already knew you were gonna get shit from Nick as soon as you stepped foot into your shared bedroom.

Quickly packing your college material away, you raced upstairs quickly and made a bee-line to your bedroom. You opened the door quietly, smirking slightly when you heard the light snores coming from your boyfriend.

He was hugging a pillow close to himself, wrapped snugly within the comfy blankets. He looked like he was in heaven.

If anything, that only made you more tired.

You tiptoe to the bed and slowly crawled into the bed, trying your best to stop the groan of satisfaction from escaping your lips as soon as the blankets consumed you. You stared at Nick's peaceful face for a second before scooting closer to him for more heat.

The pillow beneath your head was so fluffy and comfortable that you were almost instantly consumed in dream-land, not before Nick stopped you.

"Did your bitchass finally give up on that dumb assignment." He muttered tiredly, replacing the pillow he was cuddling with you.

"I have to finish it tomorrow, dumbass..." You grunted out, your eyebrow slanting downwards slightly.

"Nah, fuck you. You're staying in bed with me tomorrow." He denied your statement instantly, pulling you ever closer.

"You make a good argument, I retract my statement..."

"Good."

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💤💙GeorgeNotFound💙💤

"Fuck yea-" You stopped your celebrating quickly as soon as you remembered that your boyfriend was literally sleeping behind you.

You had been editing a video all night, and despite his begging and whining, you just wouldnt go to bed with George. So he decided that he'd stay with you in the living room, refusing to go to bed without you.

You had protested against that, claiming that he needed his beauty sleep, which he had taken great offense to. So he sat behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head in the crook of your neck, whining that he wasnt going to move until you came to bed with him.

You took this as a challenge," Aight bet." And continued to edit whilst your boyfriend was hugging you from behind.

About 10 minutes into editing, you heard George's familiar snores. You knew that he'd fall asleep quick anyways, sleeping is sort of his thing.

But now, you'd finally finished your editing and want to actually go to bed. Sighing at this dilemma and obvious karma, you closed your laptop after sending the video to Dream.

You leaned into George's heat, making him stir a little." George..." you whispered to him.

There was a lazy hum in response.

"Let's go to bed..." You muttered to him.

"....You lost that opportunity about 2 hours ago." He replied back stubbornly," It's expired."

"Oh, come on." You groaned out," If I stay in bed with you tomorrow as well, will you let us go to bed?"

He was silent.

"... Deal."

"Great, let's go, let's go."

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🎶💛Wilbur Soot💛🎶

"Alright, bed time. C'mon." Wilbur spoke up suddenly, making you jump from your place at your monitor.

"Wait wha-" You were interrupted as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you close to him. Your back pressed into his chest as he got you to stand up from your desk." Will, what are you-?"

"You've been editing all day. I need attention and affection." He muttered, a pout on his lips." So can we got to sleep please?" He sent you a slight grin.

"Will, this'll only take a couple of minutes." You sighed out with furrowed eyebrows.

His grin dropped," You said that an hour ago."

Your eyes widened at his words," I did?"

"You did."

"Shit." You rubbed your eyes, letting out another sigh," Jeez, I'm sorry Will... I'm an asshole." You muttered.

"Hmm.... hmmmmm thinking.... You could come to bed to sleep with me to make up for being an asshole?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully," you're not supposed to agree."

Laughing slightly, he wrapped his arms around you tighter," in all seriousness.... As sleepdeprived as I am, I don't want you following in my footsteps. So can we go to bed, please? I really need you in my arms right now."

You were taken aback by his confession but you could only give into his charms after he sent you a soft-eyed smile." Oh, alright."

"Thank fuck. Jesus, please never make me wait as long as you did tonight again."

"Noted."

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⭐👑Eret👑⭐

"Can we go to bed now?" You whined as Eret finally finished streaming." Jeez, it's like you love your chat more than me."

Eret laughed deeply at your words and shook their head," You know that's not trueee~" he sang out cutely." You have my heart, [Y/N], don't worry."

You couldn't stop the stop the soft smile from replacing your pout, your eyes softening at her." Aww.... Ali, you're so sweet to me... and you're super cheesy." You awed out, finding their response to be genuinely adorable.

" Ali? Sheesh, and you call me cheesy. Look in the mirror, love." He teased, finally turning his monitor off and making their way over to you. She towered over you, you've always compared them to a big friendly giant who loves to cuddle.

Sending her a teasing grin and a suggestive eyebrow raise, you spread your arms open for him to hug you," Bed time?"

They grinned slightly and wrapped their arms around you securely, squeezing you tightly against his chest in a loving hug." Bed time..."

"Finally."

"Were you really waiting that long?" She teased, getting your messy head of [H/C] hair." Aww, if I had known that, I would've ended earlier."

You hit him playfully," You suck, loser."

"Love you too, dear."

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(This one's a bit long lol.)

👑🐷Technoblade🐷👑

You let out a another yawn as you shivered lightly in the cold of the snowy area you and Techno lived in.

Your boyfriend had gone to the nether a couple of hours ago to collect wither skulls for 'decoration' but you already knew what he was scheming inside that chaotic head of his.

You've been waiting for about 5 hours in the freezing cold. Of course you've made yourself useful around the house, tending to the farm and gathering more materials overall.

Tommy helped here and there, but he was mostly gathering materials for himself.

Now you were beginning to worry for your boyfriend, he's been gone for so long.

So you decided to sit at the doorstep, a blanket wrapped around yourself and a hot cup of cocoa, refusing to fall asleep until you found out that Techno was okay.

Tommy had sat with you for an hour or so before he retired to his bed, stating," Techno's being a bitch. Not worth the time waiting for him." And then he left.

You had laughed at the teen's grumpiness towards Techno, but you didnt agree with him.

Techno was worth waiting for.

He always will be.

Taking another sip from your cocoa, you leaned your head against the door, blinking so that you're eyes wouldnt close due to fatigue and tiredness.

The steaming hot cocoa in your hands reminded you of the warm bed you share with Techno. How the fire would crackle and the smell of burning wood and berries filled the home. The blankets were huge and warm and would just consume you and Techno. How he stays up at night to read some history book and tell you about greek mythology.

"Fuck I miss him..." You muttered, your teeth chattering whic prompted you to wrap your blankets closer around you.

"Miss who?"

You jumped at the familiar voice, making you drop your hot cocoa. You looked up at the owner and your lip twitched a little," You're an asshole."

Techno raised an eyebrow down at you, taking off his pig mask to talk to you properly." HEH? What have I done??" He mumbled, silently outraged.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting here?? 5 hours, Techno!! I'm surprised I havent gotten hypothermia yet!" You exclaimed, standing from your spot on the doorstep," You even made me spill my cocoa!!"

Pouting like a child, your boyfriend narrowed his red eyes at you," How is the fact you spilled your cocoa my fault?"

You gave him a,' bitch, really?' Look and it made him reconsider his words.

"Oh wait a minute, I guess that is kinda my fault, huh? Ehhhh, its fiiiiine." He waved a hand dismissively and walked passed you to get into the house, throwing his red Cape off and then placing his items into a chest." So... you missed me, eh? I mean... I would too if I were you but... y'know."

You knew he was fishing for affection or gratitude, but you knew better than that. You were still angry at him.

"Wow, quite the ego on you." You rolled your eyes," and who said it was you that I was missing?"

Techno didnt look at you, he continued placing his items in his chest," Well.... who else would you miss?" He questioned carefully.

"Phil."

He turned to you, staring before shrugging," Yeah, that's pretty valid. I miss him too."

You groaned at his stubborn nature and sat down in a chair, rubbing your temples," You're such a pain." You muttered.

Techno froze at your words, finally sensing your distress. When he had finished putting his items away, he turned to your brooding form, a light frown upon his face. He walked over to you and gulped, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration. He really really wasnt one for comforting others, hes always found it hard to do so. That's what social anxiety does to you.

He placed a hand on your head, petting it lightly and awkwardly." Look.... I'm sorry."

You froze at his words and slowly looked up at him, an expectant look upon your face.

Techno took his hand from your head, prompting to cross his arms instead," I know that you were worried, I shouldve taken that into consideration. But ya need to understand that I'm strong, [Y/N]. You dont need to worry for my safety at all, I can handle myself."

You frowned a little before sighing," You know I worry because I love you." You stated simply, looking down at your shoes.

The male's cheeks heated up a little and he nodded," 'course..." he grumbled bashfully.

Lips twitching into a slight smile, you stood from your chair and grabbed both of his hands gently, intertwining his fingers with yours." Well... I'm glad you're safe... I missed you a lot."

Techno's face only reddened even further as he completely avoided eye contact with you, his palms growing sweaty but refusing to let go of your smaller and softer hands." U-uh... wanna know another reason why you shouldnt worry about me dyin'?" He's trying his best to hide the fact he was embarrassed.

You grinned slightly and leaned a little closer to him," Yeah. Tell me."

He looked deeply into your eyes, his face still flushed. He leaned a little closer to your face, his ruby-red eyes swirling with an emotion you couldnt quite put your finger on.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips as he began to speak, his hot breath hitting your own lips.

"Because Technoblade never dies."

You pulled yourself from him instantly," You just ruined the romantic moment. AGAIN." You stated simply.

He huffed out a laugh at your exclaim," Aww c'mon it was funny! Please tell me I'm funny--"

"You're not funny. I'm going to bed, bye." You then walked away from him, Techno trailed behind you with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"You know I still have 3 canon lives left as well, right?"

"I am now choosing to no longer understand english." You replied simply.

"Ok, nerd."

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🐏🖤Jschlatt🖤🐏

"The fuck are you up so late for." It was more of a statement than a question.

You looked up at your floating boyfriend in all of his blue sweater and ram-horned glory." You're up late too, dumbass." You shot back, downing another cup of coffee.

"[Y/N]... I'm a fuckin' ghost. You think I need sleep? Use your head woman." He insulted as he floated behind you, peeking over your shoulder to see what you were up too.

You seemed to be writing something in a book, he couldnt really read it though so he leaned onto your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder. His eyes skimmed over the words and he scowled a little.

"What the hell are you s'posed to be writing." He grumbled out.

"It's just a book for the different materials Alex told me to gather." You stated simply, leaning your head against his slightly.

"Good idea. Knowin' you, your dumbass would probably forget." He hummed out," But why waste your time on this when you could be sleeping."

Frowning with furrowed eyebrows, you continued to write in the book," I mean... its Alex. I dont wanna let the guy down, he's the vice president."

"Eh... Whose Alex again? He the one with the flatty patty?"

You buried your face in your hands, holding in a laugh." You're an idiot..." You muttered out, trying to contain your laughter.

"Takes one to know one asshole." Schlatt responded, floating away from you and to your bed. He lay on top of it comfortably," OoOoOoh~ look at how comfortable this fuckin' bed looks [Y/N]~ mm yes, comfy comfy, yes very comfy."

Smiling a little, you turned to him and raised an eyebrow," You sure its comfy?"

He was silent for a moment before he nodded," trust me. You know what they call me?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing slightly,"... what do they call you..."

"The bed master."

"You fucking-" You're sentence cut off as you broke out into a laugh. Schlatt couldnt stop the slight smile from crossing over his lips at successfully cheering you up.

"This is a very comfy bed. You should try it out with me, right now." It was more of a threat than a suggestion.

"How can I trust you though?..."

"Maybe if you try the bed out for yourself you can decide whether it's comfy or not, fuckin' moron."

You stared at him with a deadpan expression before giving in," you make a valid point. You win this argument." Standing from the table, you walked over to your bed and flopped onto it next to Schlatt.

He stared down at you expectantly;" Well? Was I right or was I right?"

You moved around on the bed a little, and sighed," .....It feels like I'm lying on a fucking cloud...." you gave up.

Schlatt shot you a shit-eating grin," Right?? The bed master strikes once again." Then his smile dropped," Dont ever fuckin' question me again."

"Gotcha."

He turned a little in the bed and threw an arm over you, pulling you close to him. You stared up at him with a confused gaze, which made him roll his eyes." Gonna help you sleep." He grunted out.

"Ahhh... Okay." You snuggled a little closer to him." Thank you for existing, Schlatt."

"At least one of us are happy I exist." He deadpanned.

"Hey Schlatt? Did you fall from heaven, cause you look like you fell- wait I messed that up."you silently cursed to yourself.

"You fucking loser."

"Lemme try again... Did you fall from heaven? Cause you look like an angel."

"... That makes no fucking sense. Are you comparing me to Satan then? He was the angel that fell from heaven." He looked slightly offended." I'll have you know that I am a devoted Catholic-"

You deadpanned when he wouldnt accept the pick-up line and gave up,"... You're hot." you stated bluntly.

"I know. Goodnight."

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❤🦆Quackity🦆❤

"Fuuuuck... I'm so fucking tired chat." Alex laughed out slightly, trying his best to contain another yawn. His chat instantly began to complain to him, telling him to hurry up and end the stream then. " aww... you all care so much for me." He fake cried." I dont deserve you guys."

MikeHawk: GO TO BED YOU SMALL MAN

Likywastaken: GO SLEEP ASSHOLE

He snorted at the comment," Wow, are y'all hitting on me orrr? Hit me up." He joked teasingly, a slight grin upon his lips.

The familiar sound of,' Me perdonas' came through his headset, indicating he had received a donation.

Duh_Itz_y/n has donated $4.20

Go the fuck to bed you bitch <3

His eyes lit up at your familiar twitch name and he chuckled lightly." Y/N, my love, you have such a way with words." He stated sarcastically, ignoring how his chat started spamming your name." Thanks for the dono but you literally can just call me on discord, fucking idiot."

And just like that, his discord went off, it made him jump in his gaming chair. He covered it up with a cough and answered the call," Hola hermosa."

"Did you just fucking jump when I called you?"

He sputtered," The fuck??? No. You're tripping."

"YOU DID. You're such a pussy boy."

"Yes, I am a pussy boy because I attract all the puss-"

"Stop talking." You interrupted," Why arent you asleep Alex? I don't know if you knew this buuut, 2 am is usually the time when people should be sleeping." You stated, snarky and teasing.

"If you wanted to get me alone you shouldve just said so, babe." He stated simply, you could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

He heard you laugh from the other side, making his heart flutter in his chest." I wish I was there but Mexico is like hours away." You muttered.

"Why are you awake? You've been going off to me but it's late where you are too."

"It's cause I was watching your shitass stream. I'm such a dedicated girlfriend, arent I? I just love you so much." You laughed out.

"Aww, you're such a simp for me..." Alex pressed a hand to his cheek embarrassingly, mocking that he was flustered." Should I just end the stream now then. I wanna talk to you now."

"Now you're the one wanting to get me alone Hmm?"

"Yeah, at least I can admit it. Looks like you're the pussy here." He spat your words right back at you.

"End the stream."

"Yes ma'am."

"Pfft, and you say you arent a fucking bottom." You teased.

"Y/N, I am still strEAMING-"

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primofate · 3 years

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Headcanon

Scenario: He hasn’t seen you in weeks due to some assignment/job that took forever

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, fem!reader

Warning: Slight sexual hints for Childe

Note: I originally did not include Xiao because I wasn’t very confident with him, but at this point I’m just gunna have fun with it. I originally started this cause I thought it’d be cute and fun to write, so I hope sharing it with everyone just brightens up your day or some cheesy thing XD

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Diluc

Is very focused on his task, but when night falls he can’t seem to get a proper sleep. Tossing and turning at the thought of you.

Often lays on his back at night thinking about what you must be doing right now.

Misses the way your hair tickles his nose whenever the two of you hug.

Sighs and finally tries to get some sleep after a whole hour of thinking of you.

Spots you in town just as he gets back. He feels like he’s frozen in time, seeing your face again.

Fast walks towards you and scoops you into a sudden hug, all he says as he buries his face in your hair is “I’m home,”

Kaeya

Is starting to get impatient. He didn’t expect the whole thing to be so long.

Is counting the days since he last saw you. Tells himself he’ll just think of an excuse to abandon the assignment if it takes longer than a week. In the end he still stays to finish the job for another 2 weeks.

Feels like a part of him is missing and doesn’t have the usual mischievous glint in him. In fact, the other knights thinks he’s rather irritable lately.

He comes back in the dead of the knight and cannot wait till the morning to see you. Knocks on your door, knows that you’re sleeping so keeps on knocking.

You emerge from the door sleepy and confused but he welcomes himself in, “It’s me,” so as not to alarm you that it’s some kind of creep. He picks you up, and rolls into bed with you, “I’m not leaving your side for the rest of the month,” and dozes off with you

Albedo

Is subtly pissed that his research in the cold mountains had taken more time than expected

Keeps on thinking he should’ve taken you with him.

Wonders how worth it this research is versus not seeing you for weeks.

Notices that his concentration is poor, it keeps on drifting back to thoughts of you. At one point he starts sketching your face by memory.

When he finally finishes his research he comes back to town and visits your house. When you open the door his expression changes to that of slight surprise. You welcome him back and ask if he’s okay.

“...No, I... Was just taken aback by how happy I felt,”

Childe

Is obviously pissed that it had taken this long.

He hasn’t had his dose of Y/N for weeks and it was driving him--and his subordinates--crazy. His men was under the constant wrath of his cold looks and pointed glares.

Thinks that he should just kill everyone--subordinates included--to speed things up.

Finally completes his task and runs straight to you. “Y/N!” when he spots you out in town. Bear hugs you, and spins you around once in sheer delight.

Mood does a complete 180 and is now all smiles, but secretly whispers in your ear “Clear up your schedule tonight, we’re gunna have to make up for all that time lost,”

Zhongli

Appears calm and collected in front of others. When in truth he’s thinking about how you’re doing and wonders if you’re taking care of yourself.

Whoever he’s talking to asks if he’s alright cause he has this far off look on his face.

“Hm? Yes, I heard everything. I apologize, my morning routine here is not as adequate as it is back home, hence my slight preoccupation.”

He just meant to say that he hasn’t had his morning kisses and hugs for way.too.freakin.long

Appears in front of you when he’s finally done and has travelled back. Doesn’t make a move to hug you but studies your features carefully, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I was afraid I’d start forgetting how you looked like but... even centuries would not make me forget such beauty,”

Xiao

99% focused. The 1% is you swimming around in his mind. By the first week, his concentration has dropped to 90%.

Is not sure whether he’s more annoyed by the fact that he’s not concentrating or that he’s been away for far too long.

Keeps on thinking that you’d better not have gotten yourself into some type of trouble while he’s away.

Keeps on stopping every once in a while to strain his ears and wondered if you’ve called his name.

Once back, he’s surprised by the hug-bordering-on-tackle you give him. You say that you were worried he wasn’t going to come back.

He returns the hug with one hand, “What am I going to do with you? I’ll always come back as long as I know you’re waiting,”

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slutfactory · 3 years

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sensei–!

warnings!!— teacher x student, some spanking, cum eating(?), degradation w some praise, just oikawa being a slut

a/n!!— there's some really fast story progression here. also, i love oikawa. he's so pretty.

tooru wasn't dumb by any means. most of the time he got good grades. but when his grades started to slip, he knew exactly why.

you. the new teacher.

everyone, girls and boys alike, thought you were the most attractive teacher and would try to change classes just to see you. you allowed some students to join your class, but the class got full too quickly, so you had to stop. although you were used to all the staring, the fact that oikawa tooru, the campus sweetheart, was staring at you made you a little uneasy..

uneasy if not proud.

whenever you were teaching, tooru wouldn't exactly be listening. he would just sit there and daydream about you doing..unspeakable things to him. like almost everyone else. but due to his constant daydreaming, he's missed a lot of assignments, and falled a few tests. you knew what you had to do, but instead went with what you wanted to do. either way, you had to wait until the day was over.

“tooru-kun, you're starting to fail my class.” you said, pointing your pen at the brunette across the table. “i'm sorry, but if this keeps up, I'll have to let you go. there are a lot of students who want to join my class, so—”

“w-what?! you can't!” oikawa almost yelled.

“i can. it is my class, tooru-kun.”

oikawa fell silent for a moment, then spoke again. his voice quieter this time. “i'll do anything. i'm willing to use my body if that's what it takes..” tooru's gaze fixated on the floor as he was too ashamed to look you in the eye. since he was looking down, he didn't see you get up and walk around the desk. so he was taken aback when you put your finger under his chin, and lifted his head to look at you.

“your body, hm?” your voice dropped a bit. unintentionally, you smirked when tooru blushed. “adorable.”

“l-l/n sensei..?”

“yes?”

“what are you gonna do to me?”

it was so cute how his voice trembled as he spoke. maybe that was what lead you to kissing his quivering lips. the way oikawa gave into you so easily told you that he hoped that you'd do this.

as time a few seconds went on, the kiss gradually got more heated. it didn't take long for tooru to get turned on, and he started to grind against you. you swallowed his soft whimpers as you continued to kiss him, leaning him against your desk.

tooru broke the kiss, wondering what was about to happen now. the man felt his face heat up when you started to remove his pants. once his pants fell to his ankles, the outline of cock was visible, along with a small wet spot where his precum stained his boxers.

“wow, you got this excited from a kiss?” you asked teasingly as you gently squeezed his cock through the thin layer of fabric, causing oikawa to let out a moan louder than earlier. his cock twitched in your hand. “how cute.”

oikawa wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. instead, he turned around with his ass up towards you. of course you knew what he meant, but you wanted to tease him more. you slapped his ass, making the younger man yelp. “such a pretty little whore. tell me how much you want my cock.”

“sensei—” tooru slowly pulled down his underwear with shaky hands, his boxers soon joining his pants on the floor. “please..fuck me. fuck me like the whore i am.”

“since you asked so nicely–” you undid your pants, and pulled out your already leaking cock. “–who am i to deny you?” you pressed the head of your cock against tooru's puckering hole, slowly pushing into him as he tried pushing back against you. oikawa's pathetic attempt at trying to take all of your cock made you feel like pulling out to tease him, but you did the exact opposite.

you grabbed oikawa by his hips and pulled him into you. the pain and pleasure overwhelmed the younger man, and he came, his cock twitching the whole time. once his ass loosened up a bit, you began to move. when you did, tooru began babbling mindless ‘thank you's’ that gradually became incoherent, and became pleasured screams the more you pounded his ass.

“keep your voice down, tooru-kun. someone will hear you.” you growled, and slapped his ass. a bright red handprint manifested quickly on oikawa's milky skin. “bad boy.”

the pain from the harsh slap went straight to his cock. “‘m sorry, sensei–! it f-feels too good!” tooru whined, not bothering to stop the tears falling down his face. everytime you'd thrust into him, you hit his prostate head on. he was trying his hardest not to cum too quickly for the second time, but it didn't help that you were now stroking his sensitive cock. “s-sensei! ‘m gonna–!”

once again, tooru came, his cum coating your hand. but this time you came with him, emptying your balls in his tight hole. it took you a moment to notice the sudden warm wetness around your fingers—which was oikawa eagerly sucking his own cum off of each of your fingers.

“were you always this much of a slut, tooru-kun?” you asked, pulling your fingers out of oikawa's mouth. “eating your own cum off your sensei's hand. without being asked, too? such a good little slut.”

“yes sir..”

#↻.. 📓 haikyuu—#m!reader #x male reader #male reader #seme male reader #top male reader #oikawa x male reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut

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viastro · 3 years

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pacman | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: being best friends, you and jeonghan know all there is to the disastrous effects of developing feelings for each other. that’s why you both make a sleep-deprived promise at 5 am to never fall in love with the other. however, jeonghan begins to question everything when he tasks himself with making you and the new transfer become a couple.

ミ★ genre: best friends / to strangers / to lovers!au, angst, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 7,559

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x gender neutral reader / jun x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! here’s my jeonghan oneshot that was inspired by jaehyun’s upcoming kdrama ! it took me a few days to finish this, so it’s pretty long and i would like to apologize in advance AJSKBGKB i also recommend listening to stay here by gaho on repeat for like top tier reading experience HAHAHA i hope you guys enjoy this oneshot, and remember to give jeonghan lots of love <3

Your eyes are closed as your head rests on the table, waiting for the lecture to begin. Your airpods are in your ears, playing a soft instrumental that has you on the verge of drifting off to sleep.

Until Jeonghan sits beside you.

“I thought you slept early last night?” Instead of hearing the piano, you hear your best friend’s voice fill your ears as you open up one eye. The newly dyed redhead is staring at you with an amused expression on his face, causing you to squint at him.

“Yeah, 2 am this time. Personal best for the year so far.” You tell Jeonghan, sitting up from the desk and stretching your arms over your head. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, knowing that is a lot earlier than the usual 6 am bedtime routine you’ve got going on. He sits down in the seat beside you, pulling out his things from his bag.

Yoon Jeonghan, your best friend of almost eight years now. The two of you met in middle school, having been paired up in science class to dissect a frog. Jeonghan was close to tears the whole time while you were practically gagging over the smell through your mask.

Someway, somehow, the two of you ended up sticking together after that unfortunate occurrence. No words were exchanged either, you both kind of just started sitting beside each other during lunch and waiting for each other at your assigned lockers.

In high school it got annoying, as Jeonghan suddenly started to become... pretty. He grew taller, cut his hair short, and had a smirk that made anyone and anything swoon. Well, everyone except you. It got worse when you both entered university, as Jeonghan is continuing to become prettier by the minute.

You can’t count on your hand how many times someone was jealous of how close the two of you were.

However, the two of you made a vow after watching one too many kdramas with the trope of best friends to strangers due to one of them falling in love. It might be a bit drastic, and it was in the wee hours of the morning when the two of you made this oath so who knows if Jeonghan remembers. You don’t even remember most of what you both agreed upon other than the fact that the two of you can’t fall in love.

“Hannie, our friendship is too precious to end like theirs did!” You say through your tears, with Jeonghan pulling out a bunch of tissues to throw at your face. He nods his head in agreement, running a hand through his black hair as he fights back his own tears, only to pause and turn towards you.

“You think I’d like you?” Jeonghan asks with a look of disgust on his face, making you halt your movements, looking at him with a glare. “Hey!”

“I’m teasing you.” Jeonghan says with a laugh, taking one of the tissues he threw at your face and wiping the snot that’s slipped past your nose from crying. You quietly let him, too tired and sad to tell him how gross that is.

“We gotta stop binging kdramas until 5 in the morning.” Your best friend tells you, and you nod your head silently as you stare into his pretty eyes. He lets out a yawn once he’s done wiping away your tears, turning off your TV and placing the remote on the table.

“Come on, lay down, yn.” You don’t move from your position on the couch, still huddled into the corner as you think of what could happen if one of you ever developed feelings for each other.

A small smile forms on Jeonghan’s face at how deep in thought you are, reaching out and patting the top of your head. You look up at Jeonghan, and he tilts his head at you.

“What’s up? I’m trying to tuck you in and you’re staring off as if you’re going through an existential crisis.” You purse your lips at his observation, wondering if you are having an existential crisis. Jeonghan sits back down beside you, and he rests his head on his hand as he turns his body towards you.

“Let’s make a vow.” You say after a moment of silence passes between the two of you. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, “What kind of vow?”

You turn your body towards his, fixing the blankets on your lap before finally looking into his eyes again. You find Jeonghan’s eyes to be his prettiest feature, as you can always see what he’s feeling through his gaze. It’s how you’re able to tell when he’s lying.

“A vow for us to never fall in love with each other.” You state, and you watch as mirth pools Jeonghan’s eyes while his lips curve up into an amused smile. “I don’t think we can make a vow on something that’s out of our control.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, and Jeonghan watches as your eyes brighten when another idea comes to mind. He’s a bit taken aback when you suddenly reach out and grasp his hand, holding it tightly between your warm ones.

“Then we make a promise.”

“That’s the same thing as a vow-”

“No, shut up. Let me explain.” You say, and Jeonghan chuckles. He motions with his hand for you to go on, and you let out a breath.

“If one of us catches feelings, then we end our friendship.” Jeonghan stares at you with a serious expression on his face, and you find that you’re afraid at how fast the amusement left his eyes. Jeonghan leans in closer towards you, “You’d want to end our friendship just like that?”

“Nono! I mean like, for a certain amount of time. Essentially we’d just ghost each other until our feelings go away, and the other can’t intervene.” You explain, slightly shoving Jeonghan away, but you see that he still looks a bit put off by your idea.

“I’d feel like ass if you just left without a word, though.” Jeonghan tells you, and you slowly nod your head, understanding where he’s coming from. You let out another sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

“Pacman.” You peek at Jeonghan, wondering why he mentioned your guys’ favorite game when you were children. He gives you a tired smile, “It’ll be our code word. Instead of leaving without a trace for a couple months, or confessing our feelings and then leaving, we can just say Pacman. It’s not directly saying I love you, and who knows if either of us will remember the word. It’s the perfect thing to say before disappearing for a bit.”

You slowly nod your head, finding that it seems like the best option thus far. And so, out of your 5 am fatigue, you hold out your pinky towards your best friend.

“Pinky promise that you won’t fall in love with me.” You mutter sleepily, and Jeonghan chuckles, reaching out and intertwining his pinky with yours.

“I pinky promise that I won’t fall in love with you.” Jeonghan responds softly, pressing his thumb against yours, sealing the promise.

And now here you both are, still going strong after that sleep-deprived promise you made when you two were barely 16 years old.

You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand while Jeonghan scrolls through his phone to try and show you the meme he saw earlier. Only for you to pause your movements when someone enters the auditorium.

“Look, I found it.” Jeonghan says happily, about to hold out his phone towards you, only to pause, seeing that you’re distracted. He turns his head in the direction of your awed state, only to find a handsome guy standing at the doorway, looking for a seat.

Jeonghan slowly turns back towards you, finding you still staring at the man. He’s never seen this expression on your face before when you looked at someone else, but he knows this look. And so, he lets out a grin, before standing up from his seat and walking down the steps.

Your eyes widen when you suddenly see Jeonghan’s red hair flash before your eyes, and you internally scream when you watch him walk up and bow to the incredibly pretty man.

“Hi! I’m Yoon Jeonghan.” This seems to startle the guy, but his eyes almost immediately turn up into an eye smile as he bows back in Jeonghan’s direction.

“Hi, I’m Wen Junhui.” Jeonghan grins back, before motioning over towards where you and him are seated.

“Oh God.” You mutter to yourself when the pretty man looks up at you, causing you to look down at your phone and check to see if you look at least half decent. You internally scream when you look back up to see him and Jeonghan walking up the steps, and you would’ve flipped Jeonghan off if it weren’t for the pretty guy looking at you.

“Yn! This is Wen Junhui, he’s a transfer.” Jun smiles at you, and you find yourself smiling back at him, warmth flooding your chest at the precious sight. “Hi yn, you can call me Jun.”

You nod your head, “Hi Jun, let Jeonghan and I know if you ever need any help!”

He sits down in the seat besides Jeonghan and bends down to take out the things from his bag, giving you enough time to quickly smack the back of Jeonghan’s neck. He squeaks, turning and shooting you a glare, only to stop and give Jun a reassuring smile when the pretty transfer looks at him in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Jeonghan nods his head, giving Jun a thumbs up. He glances towards you once more when Jun goes back to preparing his seat, only to find the slight sparkle to your eye as you stare at the transfer student. Jeonghan slowly looks away, knowing exactly what that sparkle will signify in the future.

Jeonghan walks towards the square with both airpods in, hands holding heat packs in the pockets of his coat to keep warm. He notices you sitting on the bench, bundled up in your large jacket as you wait for him, causing a small smile to form on Jeonghan’s face.

He’s about to call out your name, only to halt his movements when he sees Junhui heading the opposite way. Jeonghan looks between the two of you, knowing that you have a raging crush on the pretty man but won’t initiate anything, and that Junhui might possibly be interested in you as well.

It’s been a month since Jun transferred to Seoul National University, and Jeonghan’s slowly been trying to push the two of you together. However, he does it so that it’s not too obvious for the sake of him not getting yelled at by you.

When you yell, you yell for a long time.

And so, being the kind friend that Jeonghan is, he quickly walks unnoticed past you, and places both hands on Jun’s shoulders without a noise of greeting. This promptly startles the transfer student, considering the brief look of fear on Jun’s face, only for it to morph into a smile when he looks into Jeonghan’s eyes.

“Jeonghan!”

“Jun! Are you done with your lectures today?” Jun nods his head in response, and Jeonghan grins at his answer. He turns and points towards you, making Jun peek over his shoulder to see you practically shaped like an onigiri, with your shoulders to your chest and your large winter jacket wrapped around you. “Yn and I were just about to go and get lunch, wanna join?”

Jeonghan notices Jun’s eyes become a bit brighter when he looks at you, before he turns back to look at him and runs a hand through his hair. “That sounds great! I’m starving.”

Jeonghan nods his head, before turning towards you and calling out your name. You glance up at the sound of Jeonghan’s voice, looking over to find him and Jun standing a few feet away from you with small smiles on their faces. You shoot your best friend a look, and his smile simply grows wider as you stand up from the bench and walk over to the two.

“Jun! Are you joining us for lunch today?” You ask when you make it over to them, secretly slapping Jeonghan’s side for being a goddamn whore. Jun smiles and nods his head while Jeonghan inconspicuously rubs his waist to ease the sting from your smack.

“Where do you guys wanna eat?” Jun asks as the three of you begin walking out of the square. You think to yourself for a moment while Jeonghan stays quiet, letting you decide on where the gang will have lunch. You let out a grin when you finally think of where to eat, glancing at the two before saying, “Thai food!”

Jeonghan and Jun nod their heads in agreement, and you celebrate quietly between the two. You squeeze the heat packs in your pockets when Jun turns and looks at you, causing you to look back at him.

“What do you usually order at Thai restaurants?” You purse your lips at Jun’s question, fighting back the warmth from rushing to your face at the way he’s staring at you with so much interest. “It depends on my mood, to be honest.”

“Wanna order for me when we get there then? I’m not sure what to eat.”

“Horrible idea. What if I choose something you don’t like?”

“Then I’ll keep eating it, yn.”

“Jun!”

Jeonghan watches as you and Jun unconsciously walk faster until the two of you are now ahead of him. You are in your own little world as you bicker, but Jeonghan knows there’s no malice in your guys’ argument with the way you’re both smiling brightly at each other.

You pause when you don’t feel that familiar presence beside you, and you turn your head to find Jeonghan standing a bit far behind you and Jun. You squint at your best friend, before pulling your hand out of your pocket and waving him over.

“Hannie! What are you waiting for? Come here!”

Jeonghan tightly squeezes the heat pack in his pockets, before nodding his head and walking a bit faster to catch up to you guys. It’s only when he’s standing right beside you that the three of you begin heading towards the Thai restaurant again.

As the frigid temperatures hit him, Jeonghan’s left wondering why the heat packs no longer offer him any warmth as he watches you laugh with Jun.

Jeonghan sits beside you on your couch, invested in the new episode of the kdrama the two of you have been keeping up with. He turns his head when your phone lights up, and his eyes land on the contact name.

jun <3

“You got a text from Junnie.” Jeonghan says, taking a piece of popcorn and placing it into his mouth. You look away from the TV, picking up your phone and reading the message. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeonghan watches the dopey smile form on your face as your thumbs type out a text to your crush.

Suddenly the popcorn feels a bit too dry to swallow as Jeonghan reaches over to take a sip of water. It only goes down smoothly when you place your phone back down on the couch and adjust the blankets over you and Jeonghan.

“I love when the main actress stands up for herself.” You mutter, taking a few pieces of popcorn and tossing them into your mouth. Jeonghan nods his head in agreement, watching as the female lead starts cursing back at the man.

“There’s just something so satisfying about women proving that they don’t need a man to protect them. They need to show this more in kdramas, break the stereotype, ya know?” Jeonghan adds, and you smile softly, pride swelling in your heart at the simple sentence. He turns his head and catches sight of your soft smile, and he feels the undeniable feeling of warmth from the beauty of it.

A sudden bright light makes him glance down at the blankets, finding that your phone has lit up again. You notice as well, picking up the cool metal and reading the new text from Jun. Jeonghan watches as your mouth drops open and how you immediately stand up from the couch.

“Did something happen?” Jeonghan asks, only for your phone to be shoved directly into his face. The redhead curses quietly, muttering about how you need to update your phone to be able to turn on dark mode, before reading the message on the screen.

“He asked me on a date! Me! Wait, is it a date? What should I say?! What if he didn’t mean to send me that text?? Oh my God, I’m so nervous I could actually pee my pants.” You ramble, and Jeonghan’s eyes slowly trail up to your face, watching as you mumble to yourself and begin to pace around the small living room. He bites the inside of his cheek, before grabbing your phone out of your hands and typing out a message. Your eyes widen when you watch your best friend’s thumbs move swiftly across your screen.

“Wait, Yoon Jeonghan!”

“There.” Jeonghan states, handing you back your phone. You stare at the screen in silence.

jun <3: i was wondering if you wanted to go to the aquarium together on saturday? I remembered when you told me how you’ve never been, and the aquarium is having a christmas special even tho it’s november :3

It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna go by the way

you: that sounds great ! i can’t wait <3

jun <3: yay! I’ll pick you up at around 4 on saturday ~

Jeonghan watches as your eyes slowly trail up towards his face, and he wonders whether you’re gonna choke him or scream at him. Or both.

Jeonghan thinks it’s both.

It comes to his surprise when you instead wrap your arms around his frame, squeezing him tightly. Jeonghan slowly reciprocates the hug, cradling your head in his hand like he always does.

“Thank you, Hannie.” You mumble, and Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek at the softness to your voice. He lets out a smile, nodding his head, “Of course, yn. Anything for you.”

“Did you know that you smell good?” Jeonghan raises an eyebrow at the random question, and the rumble of his chest from laughter makes you giggle in response, squeezing him tighter.

“Really? What do I smell like?”

You purse your lips in thought, before letting out a deep sigh. You close your eyes as you quietly say, “You smell delicate, it reminds me of Spring.”

Jeonghan’s heart thumps against his chest as he pats your head, “How can I smell like a season?”

“I don’t know. You just do.”

You pull away from the hug to flash Jeonghan a bright smile, and you watch as his features brighten at the sight. You rub the back of your neck, about to sit back down to finish the drama, only to pause when you realize something.

“Jeonghan!”

“Yn!”

“I have to choose an outfit for Saturday! Oh my GOD!” You sprint out of the living room and to your bedroom, while Jeonghan remains in the living room. He listens to the sound of your screeches, and the chaotic noises of clothes being pulled out of your closet.

“Hannie, come help! I’m not that stylish!”

Jeonghan bites his bottom lip, turning to look at the long forgotten drama. He lets out a sigh, bending down and picking up the remote, turning off the TV. The screen turns black, leaving him to stare at his reflection in the monitor.

It’s as if Jeonghan is having a staring contest with himself as he stares at the TV monitor, thinking of the answer to a question that he’s not willing to ever admit. He only looks away when he hears the call of his name, pursing his lips at the thoughts he was thinking.

Jeonghan pushes everything in his brain away, letting out a small smile when you walk out of your room with your head stuck in a hanger. You scratch the top of your head, confused as to how you even managed to fit your head through the small space.

“Please help.” You say, and Jeonghan chuckles, nodding his head and walking over towards your room.

“Should I ask how you even managed to get your head through the hanger?”

“No.”

“Good, because I didn’t plan out how I’d react if you told me about it.”

Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair as he looks out the window of his apartment, seeing the grand view of the city of Seoul at night. He tilts his head at the sight of a few fireworks shooting up into the sky, even though there’s about ten minutes left until it’s the new year.

“Hannie! My parents want to see your red hair.” He turns his head at the call of his name, finding you sitting at his kitchen table on FaceTime with your family. He grins and walks over to you, resting his hand on the back of your chair as he puts himself in the frame.

“Hi auntie and uncle! Happy New Year!” Jeonghan greets with a smile, and the two of you let out a laugh at your mom’s reaction to his bright hair color. He runs a hand through his hair, sending your mom a thumbs up in the camera. “Do you like my hair?

“I’m honestly just surprised that you pull it off so well.” Your mom responds, and you chuckle. Your dad nods in agreement, giving Jeonghan a thumbs up with a proud smile on his face. Grinning, you reach out and ruffle Jeonghan’s hair.

“Of course Hannie can pull it off! He’s one of the prettiest guys ever, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were able to rock green hair.” Your mom and dad laugh, while Jeonghan just stares at you for a moment, feeling slightly empty when you pull your hand away. Your mom lets out a mischievous smile, and you raise an eyebrow at it. “What are you planning, mom?”

“Since you think Jeonghan is so pretty, why aren’t you dating him yet?” Warmth immediately floods your face, and you let out a whine, causing your mom and dad to holler over in laughter. You turn to Jeonghan to apologize, and he just gives you a small smile, nodding his head in understanding. When you glance back at your phone to scold your parents, Jeonghan’s smile turns bitter, and he looks away from your screen to hide it.

You and Jun have been dating for a month now.

“I’ll talk to you guys later! Jeonghan and I have to take our annual New Year’s photo.” You say, waving at your parents with a bright smile on your face.

“Bye Jeonghan!” Jeonghan glances back over at your phone, finding your parents waving at him with happy expressions on their faces. He forces out a smile, waving back at them with the same energy they’re giving him. “Yn and I will try to visit soon!”

“Yeah you better!” You let out a laugh at your dad’s comment, waving at them one last time before ending the call. You lean back into the chair, closing your eyes to try and muster up some energy.

“Your parents’ love suck all the life out of you?” Jeonghan asks with an amused expression on his face, and you wave him away with your hand, eyes still closed as you do so. He chuckles, reaching out and pinching your cheek before walking back over to the couch.

“Are we gonna take a picture or what?” You open your eyes to see Jeonghan already preparing the polaroid camera, and you stand up and walk over to him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, making Jeonghan stiffen slightly, and he hopes you didn’t notice. However, you’re observant.

“Why’d you freeze? Oh! Is your shoulder bothering you again?” You ask in concern, immediately stepping back and assessing Jeonghan’s shoulder. He watches as you begin to ramble about how he should go to the doctor about his shoulder pain as you poke and prod at him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he moves his shoulder out of your reach, “It’s fine, I just slept wrong last night.” He lies through his teeth, and you stare into Jeonghan’s eyes as your hands slowly fall to your sides.

His deep brown eyes bore into yours, seeing a reflection of his own as he does so. After a moment of searching, you look away with a sigh.

Jeonghan’s eyes are your favorite feature of his, as his true emotions always show through them. They’re his most honest feature, you’d say.

so why can’t I tell if he’s lying right now?

You shake your head, before looking back at Jeonghan with a smile. You nod your head, reaching out and softly patting his shoulder as a means to not accidentally hurt him. “Let’s take the photo, I need a post for Instagram.”

Jeonghan scoffs, holding up the polaroid camera, “You only want to take photos with me so that you get more likes on Instagram.”

You smile, peace sign up towards your eye as you nod your head, “Of course. If I have a pretty boy beside me in my photos, then everyone will like them!”

Jeonghan smiles, winking into the polaroid camera as the flash goes off. The film photo immediately pops out, and you take the small photo and wave it around. Jeonghan purses his lips, before holding up the camera again.

“Let’s take one more.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow, surprised that he wants to take another photo with you. You place the polaroid down onto the coffee table before posing without question, as you’re afraid he will immediately take back the request.

“1, 2, 3-” Your hand makes your way to Jeonghan’s face, squishing his cheeks when the flash goes off. Jeonghan turns to face you, finding you giggling happily as you take the developing polaroid, flapping it around a bit before placing it onto the coffee table.

“I wanted to look handsome in that one.” Jeonghan whines, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re always handsome, be quiet.” You respond, and Jeonghan opens his mouth to argue, only to stop when you glance at the time.

“15 SECONDS!” You screech, grabbing the noise maker and confetti, handing one to Jeonghan in the process. You jump up and down as the two of you begin to count down.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

“7!” Jeonghan glances at you, feeling as if time is starting to slow down as you excitedly dance while counting down.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!” You laugh happily, doing a small dance as you prepare the confetti in your hand.

“3!”

“2!” Jeonghan feels his heart sink in his chest when you turn to face him with a bright smile, seeing all the stars in your eyes as you stare at him.

“1!”

“Happy New Year, Hannie!” You squeal, throwing the confetti up as high as you can into the air. Jeonghan swallows, noticing how dry his throat has become as he takes in the sight before him. Time comes to a slow as the fireworks explode in the air behind you through the window, while the confetti sparkles fall around the two of you. All the background noise drowns out, all of his senses honing in on you and you only. You look nothing short of ethereal in this moment.

The realization of what he’s been denying for the last three months comes to the surface as he stares at you, and he wishes for nothing more than for it to not be true. That it’s just a fluke.

However, when you turn back towards him and wrap your arms around his frame, greeting him Happy New Year once more, Jeonghan knows it’s the truth.

“Happy New Year, Yoon Jeonghan.” You say softly with a grin, and Jeonghan slowly wraps his arms around you, biting the inside of his cheek as he closes his eyes.

“Happy New Year, yn yln.” Jeonghan mutters, and you pull away to pull out your phone from your pocket. You wave it around Jeonghan’s face with a mischievous smile, “I’m gonna go greet Jun a happy new year, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Jeonghan squeezes his fist at his side, nodding his head as he gives you a smile. “Tell the handsome man I said Happy New Year.”

You give the redhead a thumbs up, before dialing Jun’s number and heading towards the bathroom. Once the door closes behind you, Jeonghan reaches up and clutches his chest, biting his bottom lip harshly as he looks down at the floor. He notices the now developed polaroids, and lifts up the one where you're squishing his face.

You’re staring at Jeonghan with stars in your eyes as you smile widely, hand squishing his cheeks. Jeonghan purses his lips, before pulling out his wallet from the back of his jeans, placing the polaroid into the slot before his driver’s license.

The photo reflects back at him underneath the light from the fireworks behind him, and Jeonghan lets out a breath. Running a hand through his hair, he closes his wallet and places it back into his pocket. Just in time too, as he looks up when he hears your bathroom door open, noticing the happy smile on your face.

“Ready to make midnight snacks to celebrate the new year?” You ask with a wink, and Jeonghan throws on his best fake smile, nodding his head.

“Of course I do, don’t ask me no stupid fucking questions.” Jeonghan teases, and you let out a laugh at the sentence, sending the redhead’s heart into a frenzy.

“Let’s go make food then.” You say, turning and heading towards the kitchen. Jeonghan slowly walks after you, a sad smile on his face as he watches you dance as you walk.

Just one more day. Jeonghan thinks to himself, before speeding up his pace and wrapping his arm around you. You turn to look at your best friend, and he smiles at you.

“Let’s make rice krispy treats.” Jeonghan suggests, only to let out a laugh at how your face brightens just at the mention of the delicious dessert, and you nod your head excitedly. You lead him to his own pantry, and begin explaining who’s gonna do what as you take out all the ingredients. All while Jeonghan watches fondly, knowing that he needs to ingrain this moment in his brain.

Just one more day with yn.

Jeonghan shuffles in front of your door, dreading what’s going to happen as soon as he knocks on the surface. He lets out a sigh, resting his head on the wall for a moment, questioning everything.

What if I just pretended?

I could just walk in and we could hangout like we usually do, like nothing has changed at all.

No.

Jeonghan lifts up his head, raising his fist and knocking on your door without a second thought. He bites the inside of his cheek when he hears you say, “Coming!”

Your front door opens after a moment, and his eyes trail over your outfit. An oversized vest over a white dress shirt paired with straight leg pants and sneakers to match. Jeonghan’s eyes slowly go back towards your face, just to find you staring at him with surprise painted over your features.

“Hannie! I wasn’t expecting you, what’s up?” You ask, and Jeonghan stays quiet for a moment. He gestures to you, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you going somewhere?” Jeonghan asks, and you nod your head. Letting out a smile, you show off your outfit and do a timid spin for emphasis on the oversized vest. “I have a date with Jun today, you like the fit?”

Jeonghan doesn’t respond, instead squeezing his fist in his pocket. He looks down the hallway, making you look in the same direction as well. You find Jun walking towards your apartment, and you let out a smile.

“Speak of the Devil. Did you need something from my apartment? You can just lock up when you’re done.” You tell Jeonghan as you turn back towards him, and you find the rest of the words die in your throat at the sadness in his eyes. You reach out to grasp his arm, and he takes a step back.

“Hannie, what’s wrong-”

“Jun is lucky to have you.” Jeonghan cuts you off, and you stare at him as he struggles to utter the next word. He turns back to look at Jun, seeing that he’s almost to your door, having not noticed Jeonghan yet.

“Jeonghan?” You ask, and you watch as the pretty man turns back to look at you.

“Pacman.” Jeonghan breathes out, and you feel your heart stop, unsure of why.

He turns around and walks away without another word, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You step out to ask him what he means, only for Jeonghan to stop and turn around himself. He gives you a bittersweet smile, waving his hand at you.

“You look beautiful, yn. Have fun on your date.” And with that, Jeonghan turns around and walks away, sucking in a deep breath to try and hold back the tears that threaten to escape. Leaving you alone by your doorway, confused.

“Was that Jeonghan?” You turn your head at the sound of Jun’s voice, and he gives you a soft smile. You nod your head slowly, turning to look back in the direction that he left in. “Yeah, he seems sad though.”

“Wanna go and check on him?” Jun asks, and you bite the inside of your cheek, remembering the tickets Jun bought in advance for the two of you to go to this garden. Regretfully, you shake your head and give Jun a warm smile. “It’s okay, I’ll check on him after our date.”

You quickly grab your phone and bag, locking the door to your apartment and turning to Jun with a grin. He extends his hand towards you, and you intertwine your fingers with his. The two of you walk towards the elevators, but you’re left in confusion as to what Jeonghan meant, and why he was so sad.

Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and months eventually turned into a year.

You and Jeonghan haven’t spoken since the day he stopped by your apartment and said that cursed word.

You tried to reach out once you realized what he meant, even stopping by his apartment multiple times to just get him to say something, anything. You were quite literally talking to a door, as there was never a response. There were times that you fell asleep in front of his apartment on the floor, and would wake up in Jun’s arms as he carried you back to your own place.

Many tears were shed, hearts were broken on both sides as you lost not only Jeonghan, but Jun as the two of you broke up four months after Jeonghan left.

“I’ll always love you, but I know that your heart belongs to someone else.” Jun tells you softly, and you bite the inside of your cheek. He gives you a small smile, grasping your face, making you look down at the floor as he presses one last kiss to your forehead.

Jun pulls away, and pats the top of your head. “Don’t be a stranger, yn. I love you.”

You wanted nothing more than for Jeonghan to be there with you at that moment, to help you take the baby steps in healing, but you couldn’t get through to him no matter how much you tried.

It was what you two promised to do, anyways.

He even managed to avoid you on campus successfully, you couldn’t be surprised though. The university is huge, you wouldn’t have been able to find him if you tried, which you did. He stopped frequenting all the places the two of you used to go to, it was as if he disappeared.

And the hole in your heart grew and grew the longer Jeonghan was gone.

Now here you are, a year later, sitting on a park bench as you let the music flow through your airpods. The weather is nice, a contrast to the rain that’s been pelting the city of Seoul for the last few days. The sky is blue, and there’s a slight wind to cool you down from the warmth of the sun. You tilt your head back, letting out a sigh as you remember the pile of assignments sitting on your desk back at home.

And so, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, you get up off the bench and begin to walk down the path in the direction of your apartment. Your eyes stay on the ground the whole time, just trying to focus on the soothing piano as you ignore the other people walking by you.

You only look up when you get to the crosswalk, seeing a crowd of people across the street from you. Your eyes trail along the numerous faces you see, and you’re about to look back down when you lock eyes with a familiar pair.

“Jeonghan.” You breathe out as he stares at you with the same amount of shock written across his face. His red hair is now dyed black, emphasizing his sharp features. His eyes still hold all the warmth that you remember as he stares directly back at you, making the pain in your chest more evident at how much you miss him. You bite the inside of your cheek harshly at how much prettier he’s become, wondering how he’s capable of doing so as time passes.

The crosswalk signal turns green, but you remain where you are for a moment, as does Jeonghan. The reminder of the promise the two of you made flooding through your mind.

“Pacman.” You peek at Jeonghan, wondering why he mentioned your guys’ favorite game. He gives you a tired smile, “It’ll be our code word. Instead of leaving without a trace for a couple months, or confessing our feelings and then leaving, we can just say Pacman. It’s not directly saying I love you, and who knows if either of us will remember the word. It’s the perfect thing to say before disappearing for a bit.”

Jeonghan begins to cross the street first, and you look down at the road as you step off the sidewalk, melting in with the crowd as you walk in Jeonghan’s direction. Your heart is breaking within your chest as you do so, knowing that you have to keep the promise you made with Jeonghan.

The two of you pinky swore, after all.

Tightly, you squeeze your fists at your side as the piano instrumental reaches its climax in your ears. Numerous questions flood your brain as you reach the middle of the street.

Is this it?

Are we never going to be best friends again?

Has he already passed me?

Does…

Does he still love me?

All thoughts rush out your brain when a hand grabs your wrist unexpectedly, the sudden jerk of your arm making your earbud fall out of your ear and onto the road, the soft key sounds of the piano disappearing with the wind. You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat when you’re pulled into a tight embrace. It’s only when the familiar scent of Spring fills your senses, that you immediately wrap your arms around Jeonghan’s frame, tears filling your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of relief.

“Hi, yn.” Jeonghan mutters into your ear, tears falling from his own eyes as he holds you tightly, never wanting to let you go. You let out a sob at the sound of his voice, closing your eyes as you clutch onto him just as tight, scared that he’ll disappear without a trace again if you let go.

And so, through your tears, you whisper, “Hi, Jeonghan.”

“Yn! It’s only a few more minutes until midnight!”

“Coming!” You shout back, checking over your reflection once more. You step out of the restroom once you’re sure that you look decent, and walk over to your living room. You let out a smile once you lay eyes on Jeonghan laying upside down on your couch, scrolling through his phone.

“What are you doing, Hannie?” You ask, and the black haired beauty peeks at you past his phone, flashing you a smile.

“It’s more comfortable this way, wanna try?” You roll your eyes, flicking his forehead as you grab the polaroid camera. He lets out a whine, fixing his position so that he’s now sitting properly and not upside down.

“Why’d you flick me?”

“Cause you’re cheeky.” You answer, preparing the polaroid film to take the annual New Year’s Eve photo. Jeonghan grins, quickly fixing his hair to make sure it looks presentable. “Do I look okay?”

You quickly turn towards him, taking in his features. His soft eyes gaze into yours as you stare at his pretty nose and high cheekbones. You reach out and pinch his cheek with a smile, “You look pretty, Hannie. You always do. Now let’s take this photo.”

Jeonghan smiles happily at your compliment, before taking the polaroid camera from you and holding it out as you have trouble doing so. You let out a bright smile at the camera, Jeonghan doing the same as he takes the photo. The flash goes off, and you’re quick to take the film out and wave it around.

“Another one.” You command as you take the polaroid camera out of Jeonghan’s hands, and he chuckles, nodding his head. You hold the camera out and send a wink towards the camera, Jeonghan doing the same pose.

“Okay. 1, 2, 3-” Jeonghan quickly changes his pose last minute, reaching out with his hand and squeezing your cheeks with a laugh. The flash goes off, and you let out a whine, turning back towards the pretty man to see him still giggling as he takes the polaroid out and waves it around.

“Are you happy now that you’ve gotten your revenge?” You ask, and he nods his head with a grin. “Very happy, actually.”

You’re about to respond, only to pause when you see that there’s only 30 seconds left until the clock strikes midnight. You practically screech, standing up from the couch to grab the noise makers. Jeonghan watches you with a fond smile on his face, getting up from the couch to snatch the confetti.

“You’re doing confetti this year?” You ask when you scramble back over, noise maker now in your grasp. Jeonghan chuckles, “Why do we always get confetti when it’s a pain to clean up afterwards?”

You purse your lips, refusing to answer the question as you begin to count down the seconds instead. Jeonghan rolls his eyes at your antics, starting to count down along with you.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

“7!” Jeonghan nudges you a bit, and you stumble over, making the latter laugh loudly as you squint at him.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!” You and Jeonghan turn towards each other, bright smiles on your faces as you continue to count down.

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

“Happy New Year!” You both cheer, and Jeonghan throws the confetti up high into the air. You laugh excitedly as it falls around the two of you, feeling your heart warm when he turns to you and grasps your face with his hands.

Your eyes softly fall shut as Jeonghan leans in and captures your lips in a kiss to celebrate the new year. Your hands trail up and rest on his sides, gripping his shirt as a smile breaks out onto both of your faces. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes.

“I love you, yn.” He whispers, and you feel your heart swell from joy.

“I love you too, Jeonghan.” Warmth fills Jeonghan from those three simple words that hold so much depth as the two of you begin to sway side to side to the soft music filling the background.

The polaroid that Jeonghan kept in his wallet for the last two years sits up on the frame behind the both of you as you slow dance, the bright colors of the fireworks exploding outside casting an iridescent glow over the two of you.

As you scoot closer and rest your head onto Jeonghan’s chest, and his hand softly cradles the back of your head, you realize that sometimes,

Promises are meant to be broken.

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✮ electric love | part 2 ✮

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader | fwb!roommates au

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Summary: Living with your best friends Tom and Harrison is all fun and games until one drunken night alone with Harrison, you give in to your attraction to him. You tell yourself you should leave it at that, forget about the night you spent with him and move on to not ruin your friendship, but neither of you can stay away from each other. So without considering the possible consequences, you make a deal. But how are you supposed to keep your shenanigans from Tom? And how are you supposed to not break the number one rule of an arrangement like this: do not fall in love.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ [fingering, protected sex, riding], a smidge of angst, reader and Haz being horny idiots again, but this time sober.

A/N: For the record, I know pubs aren’t usually open that long, but my favourite Irish pub in Brighton is open until 4am on the weekends. so I imagine Tom working there :D

Hope you like it!!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

It’s still dark out when you wake up, and it takes you a few seconds to realise where you are. You blink a couple of times and when the coffee table still littered with cans and empty bags of crisps comes into view, the evening before comes back to you, and you realise that Harrison is still laying behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist.

Panic starts to creep up your spine, and suddenly you feel like you’re trapped. You sit up quickly, not even bothering if it wakes Harrison up. The blanket falls from your frame, and you realise you’re still naked.

This can’t be happening.

You pull the blanket back up to cover yourself as Harrison starts mumbling incoherently. Patting the coffee table, you try to find a phone, you don’t care if it’s yours or Harrison’s, you just need to know what time it is.

“What’s going on?” Harrison asks, rubbing his eyes as you finally feel the sleek surface of a phone display underneath your fingertips. You lift it up to see the time, it’s just after four in the morning, and if you were slightly panicked before, it’s kicking into high gear now. Tom will be back any moment, and there’s no way you’ll let him walk in on this if you can prevent it.

“We fell asleep.” You stand up, dragging the blanket off of Harrison’s body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. For a moment, you’re distracted by the sight of him in his boxers. His pecs and abs illuminated by the moon shining into the window. With a small shake of your head, you turn around and start to scramble your clothes together. “Tom will be back soon, we need to get out of here.”

Harrison finally gets moving and, for a while, all you’re able to hear is the two of you shuffling around and your heartbeat drumming in your ears. You rack your brain as to how to handle this situation, what to say to him.

You’re still standing there, the blanket wrapped around you, as Harrison pulls on his sweatpants, his shirt hanging over his shoulder.

And then you just stare at each other for a long moment.

“I’ll just—“

“So do we—“

You both start talking at the same time, the air around you filled with awkward tension. And you hate it. You can already feel a headache coming on, and you want to just fall asleep and forget what happened.

Not that it was bad, that’s not it at all. It was amazing. But you don’t want this to change anything between you and Harrison. You love your friendship the way it is, you won’t risk ruining it with sex. Except… maybe you’ve already done that.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” You mumble, and without waiting for a reply, you dash towards your room and quickly close the door behind you.

You let out a deep breath before getting rid of the blanket and finally putting your clothes back on. You know that you need to get some sleep to counteract this hangover, but there’s no way you’ll be able to.

You feel disgusting, you’re covered in dried sweat, Harrison’s scent is all over you, and it does nothing to ease your anxiety. You contemplate taking a shower, but when you hear the front door close softly, followed by Tom’s footsteps moving around the flat, you know that will have to wait until the morning.

It’s been a week since you slept with Harrison and you can’t stop thinking about him. While you caught yourself fantasising about him every now and then before you crossed the line, now you know what it feels like to be touched by him. To be completely consumed by him. And with every day that passes you crave his touch even more.

Getting a taste of him did nothing to soothe your longing for him. On the contrary, it made it worse. So now whenever he’s close, whether that be him waiting for his toast to pop out of the toaster while you’re making a tea, or him sitting next to you on the sofa, your mind goes places it shouldn’t while thinking about one of your best friends.

It’s frustrating. You don’t have the time or the energy to find someone to hook up with to fuck Harrison out of your system. That’s probably what got you into this predicament in the first place, to be honest.

And the fact you still hadn’t really talked about what happened was eating away at you. There just hadn’t been the right time to bring it up. It’s been a stressful week for both of you with work and uni assignments, and if you had a few hours of spare time Tom was always around. You couldn’t just say ‘Hey Harrison can we talk about that thing that happened?’ Without Tom getting suspicious. And the last thing you wanted was him finding out that you and Harrison had sex on the sofa while he was at work.

It isn’t really awkward between you two. You still act normal around each other, it’s almost like nothing changed if it wasn’t for that underlying tension that always fills the air when you’re alone with him.

You delete the last paragraph you’d written for your essay with a groan. It didn’t make any sense anyway. Taking an English Lit class for extra credit sounded good when you first started the semester because with Harrison being an English Lit major you had someone you could ask for help right here living with you.

The irony of your situation makes you laugh. You contemplate quitting the class altogether, but there are only a few weeks left in the semester and all of your work so far would’ve been for nothing.

So you push all your confusing feelings to the side, close your laptop and pick it up. You don’t have to look far to find Harrison. He’s sitting in the living room, feet on the coffee table while scrolling through his phone.

He looks up when you let yourself fall next to him on the couch. The corners of his mouth lift into a smile and he locks his phone as he turns his body to you.

“What’s up?”

This is the first time you actively search out Harrison’s company since that night and you feel a little guilty that you’re doing it because you need his help.

“Can you help me with my essay?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes. “It’s for English Lit and everything I write seems dumb.”

The look in Harrison’s eyes gets a little softer as he nods his head.

“I’m sure it’s not dumb” He reassures you “Let’s see what you’ve got” He reaches his hand out for your laptop and you give it to him after unlocking it. His eyes flit over the screen as he reads over the measly excuse of an essay you’ve written. You can’t help but think how pretty his profile is.

“When’s it due?” He asks casually and you have a feeling he won’t like your answer.

You glance at the time on your laptop display, almost ten at night. “In two hours?” you press your lips together as Harrison’s head whirls over to you.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you ask for help sooner?”

You obviously can’t answer that question honestly, so you shrug your shoulders and say, “I wanted to do it on my own, but I’m incompetent so it didn’t work”

“You’re not incompetent!” He insists. “Look, what you’ve got so far is pretty solid, we just need to build on it.” His fingers fly over the keyboard as he starts to work on your essay.

As he types, he explains what he’s doing and occasionally asks a question. And an hour later your essay is ready to be handed in.

“Thank you so much for your help,” You say after you successfully sent the essay to your professor.

“Don’t mention it” He places his hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze and your breath catches in your throat. Images of the night you spent with Harrison start flashing through your mind as your eyes lock with his. He looks as taken aback as you feel, but neither of you dares to move.

The warmth of his hand is burning into your skin and you hate that just one touch from Harrison is enough to get you so worked up.

You clench your thighs together subconsciously and when Harrison's eyes leave yours for a second you know he noticed. The air around you is tense, thick with anticipation as his hand slowly moves up your leg. His eyes are boring into yours and you try your best to keep calm but your breathing is already heavy.

You don’t dare to say anything. As unsure as you are about what Harrison is thinking right now, you don’t want to ruin this moment.

His hand slowly moves further up your leg until his fingertips reach the hem of your shorts, then he pauses. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you know he’s giving you the time to say something. To tell him to stop. But you don’t want him to stop.

Biting your lip you give him an almost imperceptible nod and then his fingers slip under the fabric. You spread your legs a little allowing him to move closer to your heat and when his fingertips brush against your panties both of you take in a sharp breath.

“You’re soaking,” Harrison whispers, almost in awe.

“Been thinking about the other night a lot.” You say and lift your leg that’s closer to him until it’s laying on top of his, giving him more access.

“Yeah?” he asks, his thumb gingerly pressing against your covered clit. “Me too”

A moan falls from your lips and you reach out your hand to grab his forearm. Harrison stops his movements for a moment until you squeeze his arm.

“Keep going” Your voice is already hoarse, the pulsing between your legs almost unbearable. Harrison licks his lips, then gently moves your underwear to the side. And then his fingers are moving through your slick folds.

You throw your head back with a groan. You’ve been dreaming about his touch for the past week and there was nothing you could do to satisfy that craving. Nothing but being touched by Harrison again.

“That feel good?” Harrison murmurs and places a kiss on your shoulder.

“So good” you breathe, you’re hot, your blood rushing through your veins and you can already feel beads of sweat starting to build on your forehead. “More” You mewl, tightening your grip on his arm.

Harrison hums and then you feel him entering you with his fingers, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit and it’s almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

Harrison starts slowly moving in and out of you, his fingers slightly crooked, looking for that one spot. When you let out a moan and dig your fingers deeper into his forearm he knows he found it and continues to rub against it.

Your whole body is covered in goosebumps, your muscles tense as you throw your head back and lift your hips in an attempt to get closer to him. Harrison starts trailing kisses up your shoulder and neck and when he starts sucking on your sweet spot there, you’re a goner. Your pussy starts clenching around his fingers as your orgasm washes over you. You barely make out Harrison humming against your skin.

When you come down from your high, Harrison’s fingers are still inside you, moving ever so slowly as to not overstimulate you. You’re a long way from overstimulation though.

“Need you” You press out between groans, while you enjoy Harrison’s kisses and his fingers pleasuring you, it’s not nearly enough.

Harrison removes his hand and you find yourself pouting, but then he lifts his hand, your arousal shining on his fingers along with his ring. And then he puts them in his mouth, licking them clean with a hum, his eyes fixed on you and it might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Let’s take this somewhere else.” He whispers against your skin before scooping you up. You let out a small squeal and wrap yourself around him tighter. “Your place or mine?” His hot breath hits your ear and while waiting for your answer he trails some more kisses on your neck.

“I don’t care.” you manage to say and moments later Harrison kicks a door shut with his foot and lays you down. You’re surrounded by dark blue bedsheets and Harrison’s scent. Without any hesitation, Harrison gets back to covering your neck with kisses. His hands moving under your shirt pushing the fabric up your body. With one swift movement, you get rid of the shirt, now laying in front of him in your bra and shorts.

The way Harrison is looking at you makes shivers run down your spine.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N,” Harrison mumbles, his fingertips trailing over your newly exposed skin. Arching your back, you push yourself closer to him, your need to feel him reaching a new high.

As soon as Harrison’s taken off his shirt, you run your hands over his toned torso until you reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. He tenses for a second and lets out a shuddering breath when you tease your fingers under the fabric. You need to bite your lip to keep in the giggle that’s threatening to fall from your lips at his reaction. You never thought he’d be this responsive to your touch.

While Harrison leans down to nip at the soft skin of your neck and collarbones you reach into his boxers and wrap your hand around his cock. Harrison lets out a low groan, his hot breath hitting your skin.

He’s hard and heavy in your hand, and the thought of him inside of you again makes warmth pool between your legs. Harrison curses when you slowly start to stroke him. He rests his forehead against your shoulder as if to collect himself, his soft curls tickling your skin.

And then he lifts himself up enough so he can look at you, his eyes dark.

“You sure about this?” A tiny voice in your head is aware that sleeping with Harrison again, this time sober, is crossing a line that can’t be uncrossed. But haven’t you already crossed that line last week when you told him to fuck you? Right now, you don’t want to think about that, though. All you want is him.

Your mind is quickly distracted from all of these thoughts when you take in the sight of Harrison on top of you, and you nod eagerly.

“Yes. I need you.” As if to emphasise your words you tighten your hand around him a bit, making Harrison groan.

“Fuck”

You let go of his cock and place your hands on his chest “Are you sure about this?” As much as you want this right now, you won’t do anything he isn’t willing to do. You don’t want him to feel pressured just because you need a release, and you need it from him.

“Yes. Fuck yes. Just… gimme a second or I’ll cum way too soon” He lets out a strained laugh and you can’t help but chuckle as well. While Harrison hovers above you, you bury your hands in his hair, slightly scratching his skull with your fingertips, causing him to let out a low moan. It’s not the first time you’re doing this. Whenever you feel like he’s stressed or upset about something it’s a sure way to make him feel better.

“I love it when you do that.” He hums before leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

He starts placing kisses on your neck, his hands moving back between your legs. Your hips buck up the moment his fingers touch your clit.

“I think a second is over” You pant out while he draws lazy circles on your sensitive bud. You can already feel the coil in your stomach tightening again.

Harrison lets out a laugh before pulling his hands away to take off your shorts.

It doesn’t take long for both of you to completely undress and him to put on a condom and then he’s positioned between your legs.

You run your hands over his arms, his biceps bulging as he hovers over you. Has he always been this muscular?

You have no time to further think about that because in the next moment he’s placing his hand on the back of your knee, spreading your legs wider before lining up his cock and pushing into you.

You throw your head back at the feeling of finally being filled again, digging your fingertips into his back as he bottoms out.

“You feel so good.” He murmurs and then starts rolling his hips into you. One of his hands is holding your hip as he picks up his pace.

“Fuck, I love your cock.” You mewl out, causing Harrison to chuckle darkly.

“I know you do. The way your pussy was dripping just at the thought of it spoke for itself”

Your walls tighten around him at his words and you arch your back, spreading your legs further.

“I wanna ride you.” You say, and it only takes Harrison a few seconds to react. He pulls out of you and easily rolls over so you’re on top of him.

Harrison’s hands are on your hips, helping you balance as you sink down onto him, before moving to your waist as you try to find the best angle for yourself.

You gasp when the head of his cock strokes a particularly sensitive spot and, just like last time, your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Harrison. His face breaks out into a smile and his hands cup your breasts, playing with your nipples. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you groan.

You feel the tingling sensation start to spread through your body, getting more intense with each of your thrusts.

“I’m close”

“Yeah? Need me to make you cum?” He has the nerve to smirk up at you, his curls falling into his flushed face. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he is like this. He would be even more beautiful if he wasn’t being such a tease right now, though.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate it” You grind out. It’s not like you couldn’t take matters into your own hands (literally) but you know Harrison is able to take you there. If he can do it drunk he shouldn’t have a problem sober. Hell, he did it earlier on the couch. And you’re going to take advantage of someone else making you cum for a change. Who knows when you’re going to get the chance again?

“I’d love to watch you make yourself cum while riding my dick, though.” He grins. When you glare at him he bites his lip and returns his hands to your hips. “Maybe another time.”

And then he tightens his grip on you, holding you in place as he starts thrusting up into you, still at the perfect angle. You have to place your hands on his chest to support yourself as he pumps into you, your tits bouncing with every movement and then suddenly he wraps his lips around one of your nipples.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, you’re only seconds from finally being pushed over the edge. And then his finger finds your clit and you’re done for.

Words that don’t even make sense fall from your lips and you just barely notice Harrison’s words.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like that. Coming around my cock.” His words are strained as he keeps fucking into you, chasing his own release “Look at you. So good. Fuck.”

And then you feel him twitch inside you before he releases into the condom with a guttural moan.

Spent, you fall onto his chest. Both of you breathing heavily. After a few moments of catching your breath, you pull off him and let yourself fall next to him.

“So, that happened again.” You say, staring at the ceiling while Harrison disposes of the condom. Now that the fog of desire has lifted and you can think, more or less, clearly again, you realise that this was probably not the smartest thing to do.

Harrison lets out a chuckle as he joins you back on the bed. He’s laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand.

“It did. How are you feeling about it?”

You turn on your side as well to face him.

“Not to blow up your ego or anything but I don’t remember the last time I’ve had sex that amazing.”

“You don’t remember last week?” There’s a smirk on his face, so, with a roll of your eyes, you throw a pillow at him.

“I remember.” You narrow your eyes at him. “But I mean before that. It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, same.”

You never thought you’d find yourself in bed with Harrison. Have you thought about it? Yes. But you never thought it would actually happen. Let alone twice. And you never in your wildest dreams would’ve thought you’d be so… compatible? Even in long-term relationships you had in the past, it took a while for you and your partner to get to know each other's bodies.

But with Harrison, it seems like everything just comes naturally. Your bodies so in tune that it just works.

An idea starts forming in your head.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Harrison is your best friend for a reason. Sometimes, he can read you like a book.

You bite your lip. “I don’t know. You might think it’s stupid.”

“I won’t think it’s stupid.” He pauses for a moment. “OK, maybe I will, but I promise not to laugh.”

“That’s not really reassuring.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiles. “Please tell me.”

You play with your fingers, plucking up the courage to tell him.

“So we both agree that the sex is good, right?" Harrison nods. "And we both don’t really have the time or want to, like, hook up with random people, right?" Another nod from Harrison. "So wouldn’t it be… convenient if we—“ You wave your hand between the two of you.

“If we—?” He raises his eyebrows. He’s gonna make you say it, isn’t he?

“Sleep with each other. A friends with benefits agreement if you will. No strings attached. No obligations.”

“Just sex?”

“Just sex.”

You hold your breath waiting for Harrison's answer.

A/N: Oooh, what will Harrison’s response be? I think we all know lmao. I hope you liked it! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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eclectickss · 3 years

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PGATW Part 5

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)

Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off of the Georgia coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha.

Word Count: 2K

Check out my main post for links to the rest of the parts. Second part of the day!

With one quick glance between Natasha and Wanda, you were being dragged to the bathrooms on the plane to watch them fuck.

You three almost jogged up to the door in anticipation, but the two other women paused before entering.

"Are you positive about this, Talia?" Wanda asked.

"One hundred percent. Let's just say I wanna know what I'm getting into." You smirked. Honestly, you're not too sure what made you ask them if you could watch, but you knew that you were excited. You also knew that this would leave you hot and bothered after, but you couldn't find a fuck to give.

In a rush, Wanda opened the bathroom door. The space was thankfully a bit larger than a regular airplane bathroom, but not by much. You were pushed over to sit on top of the closed toilet seat, and Wanda immediately backed Natasha up against the door once it shut, already finding each other's lips and softly moaning into the other. Their tongues met quickly, and the heated make-out session found its way to your core.

The Sokovian didn't waste any time in unbuttoning Nat's shorts and slipping her hand under the jean fabric. You watched as she reacted to Wanda's touch, almost envious of the pleasure that the two of them were receiving from one another. The women pulled off of each other's lips and Wanda found a patch of skin to suck on just below Natasha's collar.

You could tell the moment when Wanda shoved two fingers into Natasha as the assassin let go of a muffled moan. Your clit was throbbing as you watched the Sokovian slowly work her way in and out of the red-head. You could hear how wet she was, and now you really took notice of how turned on you were.

Natasha mustered her own strength to push Wanda's sweatpants and underwear off of her hips while her fingers were still torturously slow at work, but you gulped when you saw Wanda's lost articles of clothing collect at her ankles. Natasha grabbed one of the Sokovian's thighs and pulled it up to her hip, trying to get the woman as close to her as possible.

You watched Wanda's fingers speed up as Natasha's tips roamed as much surface area as possible. They went everywhere from the base of Wanda's neck down to her ass and around her thighs, and more and more of you wished that you could be feeling those things too.

"Wanda..." Natasha breathed as she slipped in two of her fingers into the other woman. The two of them released an equally arousing sound, and you couldn't help but place your hand at the waistband of your cargo pants.

You quietly gasped. "Quiet, you two. Would hate to wake anyone up." You spoke filthily.

And with that, Natasha came. Knowing that you did that to her, your hand found its way down below your belt line beneath the fabric.

Natasha caught you out of the corner of her eye. "Talia..." She softly groaned.

She picked Wanda up and placed her onto the sink top, making sure the Sokovian could see you finger yourself and that you could see her soaked pussy. You bit down on your lip, mouth-watering, trying not to act out. Your other hand got your fingers to circle your center, spreading your wetness around to slick everything up.

You made direct eye contact with Wanda as you found your clit, deeply inhaling from the sensitivity. Before you knew it, Wanda was arching her back off of the wall and releasing a sinful moan. That was when you decided to push two fingers into yourself. You groaned as Natasha and Wanda both regained their senses and turned to watch you fuck yourself.

You started slow, but once you knew you had their full attention, you picked up the speed of your pumps, occasionally rubbing out your clit.

"Good girl, Talia." Wanda heavily hushed, pulling her clothes back up off of her ankles and leaning back on the sink for support.

"Cum for us, baby girl. We wanna see you go over." And at that statement, you came, muscles clenched and eyes squeezed shut.

When your body slowed down, you opened your eyes to find Natasha and Wanda still staring at you.

Day one and they've already seen me have an orgasm.

In one last attempt to tease the two women, you pulled out of your drenched cunt and slowly stood up to them. You brought one of your two fingers up to the Sokovian's mouth and brought your own lips up to Natasha's, getting a taste of Wanda while Wanda got a taste of you. In turn, you switched to put your other finger in Nat's mouth as you sucked Wanda's fingers clean from fucking the red-head.

You moaned onto Wanda's fingers, knowing that you wouldn't be capable of containing yourself the next time you had an opportunity to lick one of them clean.

The two women were left speechless and breathing heavy, and you smirked. Without saying anything, you washed your hands and waltzed out of the airplane bathroom.

"Fuck." Natasha whispered.

You returned to your seat satisfied, not at all regretful about your dream. You might have been a little embarrassed at the time, but the reward was beyond worth it, considering you got to taste both women.

"Your cunt tasted so good, baby girl," Natasha whispered in your ear as the two women sat back down in front of you. Now you were positive you wouldn't miss the next opportunity to be fucked by them.

You shot the two of them a wink, watching them blush.

"Hey, Talia,"

You looked at Natasha.

"Did you have fun?" She smirked.

"Hell yeah." You rolled your eyes, yawning. "I think I'm gonna try to get a little bit more sleep, though," you said as you dozed off again, happy that you just had that experience.

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"Hey, Talia," Peter said as you opened your eyes on the plane. You shot him a smile, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. "How was your nap? You fell asleep really quickly, it was kinda funny." He laughed lightly, but you blushed, remembering the intermission that happened during nap time. You glanced over at Nat and Wanda who were both asleep now.

"It was really nice." You smiled. "So now that the two of them are asleep, may I ask why Natasha wanted to sit with you on the bus? Wanda said it would be better if I heard it from you."

"Yeah. I mean I'm not too sure why Wanda said that, but she and Nat wanted to make sure it was ok with me that you spent the majority of your vacation time with them. They uhh- didn't want to make me feel lonely." That made you pause.

Natasha and Wanda actually checked with Peter to make sure it was ok to spend time with me? Your heart fluttered a little bit.

"They really did that?"

"Yeah! I said it was cool though cause Mr. Stark already said that he wanted to spend a lot of the two weeks with me to teach me some stuff. " His lips thinned.

"Oh... are you sure that will be alright?"

"Totally! We'll still hang out and see each other, but it's a good chance for us to branch out. Plus Mr. Stark practically assigned the team to spend time with us, so I won't be bored." Peter smiled.

"Okay.... thank you, Peter. Seriously." You looked back between the two women and Peter, a peculiar look on your face.

"What is it, Tal?"

"They don't just care about me, Peter. They care about my friends and my life.... they're not acting like they want me to be in their life... they're acting like they want to be in mine."

"They make you feel special?"

"Hell yeah, like nobody besides you has done before."

He paused. "They really like you, Talia. I mean, they asked me for permission to be with you. That's got to count for something."

"Yes it does, Peter. Yes, it does." You smiled, holding onto his hand and leaning on his shoulder.

Before long, an announcement came over the intercom.

"Ten minutes until we start our descent to the Savannah Strip."

Everyone started waking up now due to the sound, and you grinned when you met eyes with the two women across from you.

"Good morning."

"Shut up." They both grumbled and you laughed.

"How did you sleep, Peter?" Wanda asked, sitting up straight.

"Pretty good, you know... how about you?"

Wanda made a look at you before anyone else noticed. "Great, actually." There was a silence in the group before Nat picked it up.

"Would anyone be interested in a beach store trip tomorrow morning? She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm happy to go with you, but why do you want to?" You replied.

"Ah, one of my swim shirts had a hole in it when I was packing yesterday. I want a new one." She thinned her lips.

"Alright," Wanda said. "I'm in. Peter?" Everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Uhh... are you sure? I don't want to intrude..."

"Peter," you started. "They want to spend time with you." At that, he smiled and nodded his head. You were taken aback by the fact that the two women included Peter in so much, and it started to mean the world to you.

"Alright, sounds fun! Shopping with Talia is a disaster though, just letting you know. She likes to look at everything and buy the weird stuff." The three of them laughed as you playfully punched his arm.

Before you knew it though, the plane started its descent. You asked to switch seats with Peter so you could watch out the window, but instead, Wanda invited you to sit on her lap so that all three of you could see outside. From this high up, you could see the ocean and the island, which both looked to be a little off from the landing strip you spotted in the distance.

You noticed the bridge that Tony was talking about, as well as a small town a half a mile in from the marshes that the bridge covered. You couldn't make out much else of the area, but one thing that caught your attention was a big pirate ship in a park that looked like it was designed for kids to climb on and play around on. I wanna check that out, you thought to yourself.

While you were focused on the view, Wanda started tracing lines on your back, dragging her nails down your spine and across your shoulder blade.

"Are you giving her a back scratch?" Nat scrunched her nose and Wanda giggled, but you were just overjoyed that she remembered you like back scratches, even if that conversation was only a few hours ago.

"Talia told me that she liked them." The Sokovian blushed as you rested your head against her chest, leaning into the touch while still gazing out of the thick glass. Peter looked at you and smiled, but you were too distracted by the view to notice.

Natasha found an appreciation for how in-the-moment you always liked to be, rarely dwelling on the past and never too focused on the future. She hoped to be more like you one day, and she constantly tried to look at things from your point of view. It seemed to be working, too, since she was enamored with the simplicity of the scene unfolding before her eyes.

"Good to know," she said under her breath, not wanting to ruin the moment. Peter glanced at her with an odd look in his eyes, but he looked happy, to say the least.

As the aircraft lowered further and further to the ground, the ride started to get a little rough, so Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Any time." She responded, the plane finally touching down.

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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“Needed a Break”

Lucifer x MC Liah (Fem!MC)

Smut/NSFT

(phone sex, masturbation; self-indulgent piece cause I am trash for my ship)

With a heavy sigh leaving her, she closed her text book and picked up her D.D.D., checking the time. The white numbers read ‘1:00am’ and she gave a deep groan this time, letting herself fall back onto her pillow. Time had gone by way too fast since she started working on homework that she lost complete track of it and wasted the entire evening. She had sworn she would finish this project in time, especially after not doing so well with her last one; but she didn’t think it would take this long to get it all over and done with. Maybe one more hour and she would be completely done, she thought.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when her D.D.D. began ringing suddenly. The ringtone that played was the one assigned to the eldest of the brothers, the only one who actually had one assigned to them. She picked it up, looking at his image displayed on the screen. What could he be calling about this late at night? Please don't let it be some kind of lecture; was there something she forgot to do? After running through several possibilities in her head, she simply shrugged too herself and answered the phone, letting herself relax against the headboard of her bed.

“Hello? Lucifer? Whatever it is, Mammon did it.”

“Hello, Liah." He chuckled a bit at her quick quip. "I am not calling due to any recent occurrences, I simply assumed you would still be awake at this hour. Burning the midnight oil, hm?”

She gave a dry laugh, looking down at the mess of papers and books on her bed. “Guess you could say that. I did say I would finish my project on time, didn’t I? Being sleep deprived is a small price to pay to get my grades in order." She instantly regretted mentioning sleep deprivation; but he only seemed to hum in response.

“Hm, but you still need your rest so that you can actually pay attention in class." Ah, there it is. "Sleeping through lecture would not suit our proper exchange student, now would it?”

She rolled her eyes, but it wasn't lost on her that there was a tease to his tone of voice this time, instead of the usual stern and matter-of-factually way he would speak. “I know I need to sleep, and I plan on doing so once I am done here, which will hopefully be soon. But, sir,” she teased, treading lightly, "don't you think it's rather against your standards to keep me busy on the phone?"

There was silence on his end of the line for a moment, and she feared she may have over-stepped; but his deep chuckle made her suck in a deep breath. “I suppose you are correct. To be quite honest with you," he added on a sigh, "I decided to call because I...simply desired to hear your voice.”

She was taken aback by this, completely caught off guard. She flushed slightly as well, shifting the phone from one ear to the other as she curled up against her headboard further. “R-really? That...doesn’t really sound like something you would do, Lucifer. Normally you are buried in your work, so I wouldn't expect you to...want to listen to me talk.”

On the other end of the phone, Lucifer sat back in his chair and ran a hand down his face, looking over the stack of papers that were currently set in front of him. “Mm, truthfully I found myself actually seeking distraction, believe it or not. I still have an immense amount of paperwork that needs tending to, and Mammon certainly added to this issue with his stack of bills he decided to neglect, and found their way onto my desk. In seeking said distraction, you were actually the first thing that came to mind, hence me calling you.” He was silent for a moment suddenly. “Does that bother you that I called for something so selfish and ridiculous?”

She sat up quickly, hugging the phone to her cheek as if she was trying to hug him through the device. “No, not at all! It’s just...unexpected is all. I don’t mind being on the phone with you. Especially if I am helping you take a break from your work for a bit," she added on a small giggle.

“That reply makes me quite happy,” he admitted on a soft chuckle. He leaned forward on his desk, picking up a stray paper and looking it over before just placing it right back down, not bothering to read it. “Thank you for humoring me. Are you going to continue working on your project while we talk?”

She looked down at the mess of books and papers, frowning deeply. “Actually I’d rather pay attention to talking to you for now, if you don’t mind. It’s nice taking a break from work, don’t you think?”

He sighed, crimson eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose. Though I have so much I need to get done for Diavolo…”

“Your loyalty to him knows no bounds,” she interrupted him, not wanting him to dwell and regret taking this much needed break, however long it would be. “But you still deserve time to let yourself rest, Lucifer. Running yourself ragged all the time isn’t good for your health, demon or not.”

He hummed his agreement, nodding. He let himself recline once more in his chair, smiling softly. “Yes, you’re right, little lamb.”

She froze for a moment before a shudder ran up and down her spine. Little lamb? Did he just use a pet-name when referring to her? That was the first time she had ever heard him say something like that to her, and she was so thrown at the fact that she honestly liked it. She especially didn't know how to reply to it, and stayed silent on her end of the line; so silent that Lucifer thought she had hung up.

“Liah? Are you still there?”

She snapped out of her daze, shaking her head and feeling the heat in her cheeks against the coolness of the phone screen. “Yes, yes I’m here! Sorry I just...um," she worried her lower lip with her teeth, "you've never called me anything other than 'Liah' before, so it took me a bit by surprise. Not that it bothered me or anything!" she scrambled, the flush only heightening and spreading to the tips of her ears.

He cleared his throat. "Forgive me if I did over-step-"

“No! Actually, um, I...quite like it," she admitted, subconsciously scratching at her lower lip with the nail of her index finger.

He allowed himself a smile for a moment, and switched the phone to his other ear. “Then I will continue to call you as such, my little lamb.” He heard a small squeak from her end of the line and a mumbled agreement, making his smile only widen. How cute she was when she was flustered by him, he thought. He found it rather endearing how her face would turn almost as red as a tomato when he would catch her off guard with his quips and retorts; this situation being the most recent. He gave a small laugh. “It’s rather entertaining getting you flustered, I have to admit," he teased, "I wonder...could I possibly fluster you further by telling you some things I have been thinking about you as of late?”

He felt rather bold at this point, considering it didn't seem she would be turning him down. She was always so receptive to his gestures and slight flirtation; would he be stepping too far over the line with the current thoughts he wished to share? He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to see where it could take things; but he honestly did not foresee the phone call getting to this point to begin with.

The way his tone of voice seemed to deepen, almost become suggestive, made her knees weak. She had always harbored a flame for the Avatar of Pride, but for things to escalate this quickly? Was she dreaming?

Her sudden silence however gave him pause, and he began to back-pedal, worried that he did indeed over-step this time. He cleared his throat once more, and she could hear the shuffling of papers in the background. "I didn't mean to tease so harshly, Liah. Forgive me, I will let you go back to your school work-"

"Wait, wait Lucifer, no, please don't hang up!" She sounded frantic and he paused, listening. She was sitting upright in her bed, clutching tightly onto the phone as she licked her lips before choosing her next words.

“What have you been thinking about me, Lucifer?”

He swallowed. "Are you truly sure you wish to know?"

"Yes. Please."

"Swear to me you will not regret this."

She felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears. "I swear, Lucifer."

She heard a slight hitch in his breathing, and his voice seemed to deepen as he spoke to her. “I’ve been thinking about how you would look sitting snugly on my lap as I worked, my cock buried deep inside you while you weren’t allowed to move. I’ve imagined you underneath my desk, mouth wrapped around me as you whimper and moan for me…”

Her own breathing hitched, and she sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. She let herself fall onto her bed, rolling onto her side as she held the phone tightly to her ear. "Have you really been thinking that way about me?"

"To be quite honest, it's practically an every day occurrence at this point," he admitted on a small laugh. She squealed, burying her face in her pillow, feeling her heart leap in her chest. "Is it bad that that makes me...actually quite happy to know?" she asked shyly, rubbing her thighs together as the thoughts he just shared filled her head.

“I suppose not. But, I truly wish to know...what do you think about me, my little lamb?”

She could feel the heat in her face spread to her chest, and a secondary heat grown hotter between her thighs. She swallowed and admitted to him, “I think about you coming into my room at night and having your way with me. About you punishing me for not doing my school work by s-spanking me and fucking me into oblivion..." She gasped and hid her face her pillow. "Oh this is so embarrassing to share with you, Lucifer!”

He laughed, and the sound only made the warmth in her belly grow. “Don't be embarrassed, please. I truly enjoy knowing you think about me in the ways I think about you. It makes me genuinely happy, and, I must admit, incredibly turned on." His last few words seemed to come out on a growl, and she whimpered beside herself.

"Liah,” his voice seemed to boom in her ear suddenly, stern and demanding. “I want you to touch yourself while on the phone with me.”

She whimpered once more, and he had to bite back a groan at hearing her. He continued, “I want to hear the little noises you make when you touch yourself and hear the sound of you coming undone. Please.”

She swallowed her nerves. “Okay. I will...as long as I get to hear you in return.”

Another deep chuckle. "Of course you will." She could hear the rustling of clothing and the sound of metal hitting the floor; she pictured him scooting forward in his chair, unbuckling his pants with one hand and pulling his belt free of the loops in one go. On his end of the phone, he was palming himself through his slacks, before undoing the zipper to let his cock free of its confines.

Her hand slipped into her shorts and underneath her underwear, finding her folds already wet. She keened softly when her fingertip touched her clit, drawing tight circles around the sensitive nub. “I’m...I’m touching myself now, Lucifer…”

“I love how my name sounds in your lust-ridden voice, my little lamb,” he groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving himself a few shallow strokes, “I want you to imagine me between your thighs, imagine that I am the one who is touching you and bringing you pleasure.”

She moaned, closing her eyes to picture him above her, doing to her what her hand was. “L-Lucifer...I wish you were here with me though,” she whined, speeding up the tight circles on her clit before dipping her fingers into her entrance.

“I will be soon, but for now let me enjoy listening to you. Keep thinking of me, pinning you down on your bed and fucking you hard like you wish for me to.” He tightened his grip a bit, pumping himself a bit faster, in time with how he was imagining her fingers to be moving.

Hearing him curse was such a rarity it sent a jolt down her spine and straight to her cunt. She gave a wanton moan, loud and high in his ear. He continued. “Once I get my hands on you, no other demon will be allowed to touch you. I will mark you all over and claim you as my own.”

She could hear his breathing come in small pants and she imagined him leaning back in his chair, free hand pumping his cock hard and fast, in time with her own stroking fingers. “Lucifer...please, may I cum?” she cried, feeling her toes begin to curl and that tingling, numbing sensation begin to take over her limbs.

He smirked to himself. “Yes, you may, little lamb. Cum for me.”

His words pushed her over the edge, her fingers sliding into her entrance as she came around them, rocking her hips against her own hand. She heard him grunting and panting on his end, imagining him cumming all over his desk, his hand gripping his cock tightly. There was a moment of silence, that was shortly followed by a defeated sigh.

“I...may have gotten carried away there.”

She giggled. “Did you make a mess on some important papers?”

“I blame you for this,” he practically snarled; yes, he certainly did. She simply smiled against the phone. “Are you going to come punish me for it, then?”

“You better be prepared for it,” he growled, and soon hung up the phone.

She smiled and sat up on her bed, looking excitedly at the door as it was soon swung up by a very hungry looking demon.

“Now, where were we?”

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