#filling that uniform out snuggly

[muffinsin]

A bit of some subby Bela with a fem. reader here.

In which you play with your favorite blondie in a maiden uniform. The tables have turned so to say ;)

Kinks include though aren’t limited to: straps, teasing, Mommy kink, maiden uniforms

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

This was pure bliss.

You felt the blonde Dimitrescu shiver at the smallest of touches, her skin warm and her legs mere touches away from trembling.

It was an uncommon occurrence that one of the fly women was in such a compromising situation, much less in such a visage.

You simply had to drag this out, enjoy it for as long as you could.

Bela whimpered helplessly in front of her, her back arched as she stood bent over, two glasses filled with wine balanced on the back of her hands. She knew her punishment for spilling them would be severe, and it excited the naughty blonde.

You were familiar with the maid uniform, and still it seemed like a completely new outfit on Bela. The poor thing had blushed helplessly as she wore it for you, noticing early on that due to her height, the little uniform did a poor job of covering her. No matter what, the skirt was high and slutty looking on her, the apron even more so. The white blouse was so tight, Bela’s nipples were seen and easily played with through the fabric- this you had noticed early on.

Another pitiful whimper brought you back to reality. The blonde had been bent over for mere minutes and already had trouble staying still. There was merely a single rule, to obey, and not to spill the glasses resting on the back of her hands, trapping them against the counter. A part of you got off to the thought of disciplining the sweet, troubled eldest sister of Alcina Dimitrescu. Poor Bela had no idea how she had even gotten into the situation in the first place, something about pleasing Mother by taking up lessons from you, the grand chambermaid. And yet those lessons had turned naughty fast, so that instead of teaching her this and that about concentration, dedication and what not, you instead took your sweet blonde at every given opportunity.

You lifted her skirt just enough to reveal the white panties the woman was put in, and smirked upon discovering the wet stain her cunt had left in them. Your fingertip tapped against the red gag sitting snuggly in her mouth, teasing the mutant and snickering as she blushed and rolled her hips. “Let’s start, shall we?”

She moaned as your hands slid down her body and to her round breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive already. “Do you know why we’re doing this, sweet girl?”, You cooed. She shivered at the petname and whined high pitched as her nipple was captured between your thumb and index finger. The glasses shook, but she did not knock them over.

Bela turned her head slightly as she felt your breath against her, her cheeks warm as golden eyes met yours. “We’re here to test your concentration, little one”.

Little one; that was once your nickname. The blonde woman felt herself grow wetter upon being the one it was appointed to.

She felt so warm and sensitive as you kissed her hot cheek and rolled the sensitive bud between your fingertips. You knew how to play the older woman like an instrument.

”You look so beautiful like this, Bela”, you whispered seductively into her ear. She whimpered, her thighs momentarily pressing together. It was truly unfair of you to target her weak spots like so. You knew exactly what the words of praise and teasing touches did to the sensitive woman.

”Have I ever told you, sweet thing…”, you cooed against her ear, your warm breath tickling her earlobe. The blonde had not noticed when your hands left her breasts and squeaked around the large gag as her thighs were pulled apart again. When she felt your finger between them, soft and precise fingertips prodding against her panty covered entrance, her back arched even more. Fingertips gripped the counter harder as she prayed the glass would not fall. It did not, despite her slightly trembling limbs.

“…that you’re my favorite?”, you finished with a swipe of your fingertip over her covered clit. The blonde moaned, her blush heating up her cheeks and the tip of her ears. The pale woman looked adorable like this, and you did not hesitate to tell her so, eager to draw sweet melodies from this songbird.

”Many have eyes for Lady Cassandra and Daniela, but you, mhmmm”

Bela shivered as she felt your fingers teasing her clit, lightly rubbing it with the tip of your finger and scratching, tickling, toying with it through her soaked panties with your nails. She felt like a lowly village whore by how wet her underwear was.

”I’ve always had my eyes on you”, you cooed. As you teased her sensitive clit with one hand, you reached up to cup her right breast with your other. “Mhmm, soft and juicy, aren’t you?”. Your words had the woman moan and whine behind the gag, her eyes lidded as she fought to keep them open. She felt embarrassed at the realization of how close she was from just being put into a tight maid uniform and teased.

The woman’s muffled shriek when you squeezed her breast brought a smile to your face. “There’s no need to be so jumpy with me, Bela”, you cooed. She moaned at another squeeze, her full breasts cupped and groped gently. “Mommy will take good care of you”

You could tell the title had caught the poor blonde off guard, a moan ripping from her throat so loud the gag barely muffled it, her knees bucking momentarily and causing the glasses to shake dangerously. Bela shivered, her eyes set on them, brows furrowed as she seemed to almost beg the objects to stay in place. After a few more seconds they did, and the wine in them came to a halt and was still.

She blushed even harder at your chuckle. She had never been this aroused in her life.

”Good girl, I see you’re starting to focus now”

Another moan. The desperate blonde whimpered as her clit ached at the petname. Yes, she yearned to be your good girl. She’d behave so well, even.

“You’re such a sensitive little dear, aren’t you, Bela?”, You asked rhetorically. Her gasp and shudders when you flicked her clit through her underwear were response enough.

The Dimitrescu heir was barely aware of your moving hands, and whimpered when she felt a small, playful tug on her underwear. She whimpered and moaned beautifully, as though to beg for the garment to be removed. Bela was positively dripping, her core wet and sticky with her own arousal that stuck to her panties.

”Let’s have a look at your pretty cunt, Bela”, you whispered. The blonde whimpered at the praise, clit aching and cunt tightening around nothingness. She felt so desperate to be filled by you by any means, to ride your fingers or grind down on your beautiful face, to make a complete mess of herself despite her tidy nature if only to be granted an orgasm.

”Mghmm!”, the blonde woman moaned as her underwear was tugged again, this time with purpose. She saw you move behind her from the corner of her eye and whined as she then felt your breath between her legs as you inspected her.

A harsher tug of her panties had her squeal and whimper, her position straightening again. “That’s it, Bela. I don’t want to see you slacking again”, you hummed. The white panties seemed almost swallowed by the woman’s soft and puffy pussy, the pink, wet lips around the small slip as it was tugged up over and over again, each time rubbing harder against the sensitive woman’s clit, each time rewarding you with muffled moans.

The blonde shook slightly as you stroked along the stretched panties, your fingers bumping and sliding along her soft southern lips as you did.

”Absolutely beautiful”, you breathed out. Bela breathed shakily. She had never felt this way, this turned on and embarrassed at the same time. She felt so exposed for you, yet so turned on, so desperate and even more desperate to please you. The wine in the glasses shook a little, daring to overflow and run down the outer side of the glass. It didn’t.

You chuckled at her needy squeak when her full ass cheek was groped and massaged. Despite her rather petite body, the blonde was thick and juicy as it came to her natural attributes, her chest and cleavage big and soft, her behind large and juicy, her cunt puffy and wet for you. You praised her for this too and smirked at the helpless moans in return.

”You’re doing so well for Mommy, Bela”, you cooed with another squeeze of the woman’s cheeks. She shivered and rolled her hips, the gag muffling all her pleas.

”I hope you will understand…”- Bela shivered as she felt you pull down the white panties, first over her thick behind, then down her smooth pale thighs. -“…that I simply cannot hold back from having a taste from a creature as beautiful as you”

As you pulled her panties down, you had noticed the string of arousal connecting them to Bela’s soaked cunt. You chuckled at this. “My, Mommy’s got you all riled up. Isn’t that so, Bela?”, you whispered. Bela whined in return, her hips shaking. She had never been this turned on before, begging silently for you as she felt your warm breath on her exposed cunt.

”Mghmm! Mhmmmm!”, she moaned through the red gag when, finally, she felt your mouth on her. She shivered when you dragged your tongue along her smooth cunt and through her soaked southern lips, collecting the honey-like arousal flowing, or rather dripping, out of her core. The blonde’s back arched and her hips shook momentarily as you grabbed them, keeping them in place as you feasted on her.

”You’re such a delicious darling, Bela”, you moaned. The blonde’s pussy shook against you slightly. You knew she must be close from all the teasing you put the sensitive woman through.

”Don’t you worry sweet thing, Mommy’s going to let you cum. You just mind those glasses for me”, you whispered. The woman moaned in return. She looked down briefly- the wine was not completely still in the glasses, but returned to its stillness soon enough after a few seconds of not moving.

The blonde attempted to be still as she felt your lips kissing her cunt, teasing her yet again. However, she was hardly prepared for what you had in store for her next.

A long, loud moan was dragged from the blonde’s throat as you pushed your index finger inside of her, her legs shaking for a few seconds when a second, your index finger, pushed inside of her as well. You curled them, enjoying the closeup of her juicy cunt taking them in.

The blonde almost lost her concentration, her fingers dripping the edge tightly as she prayed the glasses wouldn’t fall. The wine dared to overflow as it rocked from one side of the glass to another. It seemed whatever God watching took pity on her, and the glass and wine stilled again.

”You’re so tight, Lady Bela”, you cooed, the title connected to her name spoken rather playfully. “Don’t you worry, if you behave, Mommy will have you loosen up by the end of this. Now relax for me and give me a good view”, You spoke calmly, cooing eagerly as the blonde spread her legs further, the blush on her face such an adorable sight. She believed she would die if someone was to walk in on this.

”Good girl, Bela, such a good girl for me”

She whimpered and moaned, breathing heavily as your fingers started moving inside of her, thrusting into her slowly. She felt so close.

”Be mindful of your task, little one”

“Mhmmmn! Mhmmm!”, she moaned as your lips wrapped snugly around her warm clit, sucking and licking while your fingers pushed in and out of her expertly. Your moans against her sensitive bud nearly pushed the woman off the edge.

She moaned softly through the gag and whimpered helplessly, hips rolling as she attempted to grind back against your face and fingers. The blonde closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm approaching.

Your fingers curled inside of her as you sucked her clit into her mouth eagerly, then continued their thrusts as you licked broadly across her cunt and dragged your tongue between her soaked pussy lips yet again. The blonde was a five star meal to you. “Mhmm, so delicious, Bela”

”Beautiful”

”Your moans are such adorable and enticing sounds”

With each spoken praise the woman grew wetter and even more desperate.

Bela felt so hot as you returned your attention to her clit again, sucking, licking, teasing and pleasuring her.

”MghMHMM! Mhmmn!”

Your free hand reached forwards, cupping the woman’s large breast and squeezing. For a moment a more vile and kinkier image crossed your mind, one you knew was impossible, yet it tickled your imagination. For a mere moment you allowed yourself to think of the blonde impregnated by you, her breasts leaking as you squeezed them, her stomach round with your child. Bela would be such a very adorable mother, too, you just knew.

The blonde’s muffled shrieks and pleas returned you to the situation. Her legs shook and she whimpered helplessly, moaning and screaming as she came. Had it not been for the gag, you would have feared one of her family members rushing into the room to check on the screaming and whimpering blonde.

Bela felt a hot kiss press against her cunt as you pulled your fingers out and let her calm down from her orgasm. To her great shock, upon opening her eyes, she noticed the glasses shaking on the back of her hands, rocking. Just as she thought they would fall, you steadied them on her again with a knowing smirk. She blushed, golden eyes trained on you.

”You’re such a good girl for Mommy, Bela”, you cooed as you removed the large gag, chuckling as spit drooled from the blonde’s thick lips. “Mo-gmph!”

You chuckled at your blonde’s futile attempt of talking, shut down promptly by your wet fingers thrusting into her warm and wet mouth. You thrust them in and out, chuckling and cooing lowly. She blushed adorably at you, hips rolling and thighs jerking occasionally as you made her lick you clean.

”You taste so well, wouldn’t you agree, sweet girl?”

She hummed, eagerly licking and sucking her own cum off you. She had to agree, she tasted divine.

Bela gasped for breath as you slipped your fingers from her again, wiping them on her warm cheek instead. “Mommy…”, she moaned, eyes barely open, no doubt desperate for your touch again.

Bela’s eyes widened as you leaned forwards and pressed your lips against hers, moaning and dominating her mouth with yours, tongue clashing against her one. She whimpered and moaned even seconds after you pulled away.

You had to admit, it was spontaneous to kiss the blonde, but you could not at all help yourself.

”Mommy’s going to take good care of you”, you whispered, gently stroking her hair out of her face and moving it behind her ear. “But she will not help you with the glasses again”. Bela gulped as you stood up and walked behind her, hips rolling as she tried to prepare herself for what you would do next.

The blonde woman shivered as she felt the blouse of the maiden uniform tugged apart, buttons flying off and ripping until her large breasts spilled out. “That’s better, isn’t it?”, You cooed, hands back to covering the sensitive buds. The poor blonde’s head spun from the pleasure.

”I think it’s time we really get into it, my darling Bela”, you cooed. The blonde attempted to see where you stepped to once you pulled away, yet was forced to stay still due to the glasses on her hands.

Time passed, mere minutes, as it felt, until your return. Bela bit her lip as you walked up next to her, your hands behind your back. “Would you like to see what Mommy’s got you?”

The blonde moaned and whimpered, legs pressed together yet again. Her clit ached. She nodded, wetting her dry lips.

Bela shrieked as her hair was pulled backwards, her hands shaking and the glasses nearly falling. She felt the wine swish about in them and was thankful to feel none drip out. “I believe Mommy asked you a question, sweet girl. Don’t you know good girls answer their Mommies?”

Bela’s head spun. She gasped as her hair was let go of again. “Please Mommy, let me see what you brought”, she breathed out. Her own words made her so wet. “And you’ll be my good girl, Bela?”, you confirmed, smirking as you made her say it: “Yes Mommy, I’ll be your good girl”

Bela felt her warm cheeks being patted before you reached behind yourself yet again. She squirmed already at the first item you pulled out- a pair of nipple clamps, black and small, connected by a light chain. She whimpered, aware of how sensitive her breasts were as it was already.

”Please, Mommy”, she begged, although was unsure what she was begging for. It seemed you had reduced the proud heiress of Alcina Dimitrescu to a sensitive little toy for yourself. Both of you did not mind.

Bela moaned loudly as the clamps were put on her and cried out as you gave the chain a light tug, just enough to stimulate the sensitive buds. “Good girl, you’re taking them so well, sweet thing”

Her head spun, she felt close from the teasing and anticipation already.

”Now spread your legs for me, Bela. Good girls don’t hide their arousal from their Mommies”

She whimpered, thighs pushing apart again. She felt wetness drool from her core, likely landing on the floor.

”Good girl, let me show you my other gifts”

At this she found your hands again, hidden behind your back again. As you pulled them forwards, she blushed at the object you held. Bela fought the urge to press her thighs back together and silently wondered how it was you even came to possess such a thing. In your hand you held a large, black strap on. She eyed the glasses fearfully, wondering whether the massive toy would be the reason they fell.

“Do you reckon this will fit, Bela? Or must I force it inside your dripping hole?”, you teased. The blonde gasped. “It’s so big, Mommy…”, she merely answered, golden eyes set on the toy.

She strained her neck to spy at what else you had hidden behind you. You tsk’ed, chuckling at her. “Such a curious little fly, aren’t you?”, You cooed. The blonde avoided your eyes, wondering whether her cheeks would ever regain their natural, pale colour.

She did not miss it when you pushed something into your pocket and bit her lip in anticipation, eager to know what else you had brought her.

”We’ll work on wetting this bad boy first, dear”

Bela’s eyes widened as the strap was slapped against her cheek and squirmed slightly as you put it on over your clothing. She wished she could taste you already- she smelt your arousal clear as day and wanted nothing more but to pleasure you properly.

The tip of the toy rested against her lip once you stood in front of her at the other side of the counter, careful not to knock the glasses over yourself. She gasped at the sheer size of the toy, certainly larger than anything she had taken previously. Then again, it was rare for her to have a strap or toy inside of her at all.

”Good girl, open up for me”, you cooed, cupping the strap as though it was a real part of you, and rubbing the tip over the blonde’s sweet lips. You smirked fondly as the woman obeyed, her tongue sticking out and wetting the strap as she opened her mouth widely.

Bela moaned upon being praised yet again, whimpering and gagging slightly as the toy was pushed inside her mouth. You groaned as if the strap was real and you were able to feel her wet mouth around you. How nice it must feel, you thought.

Bela moaned and whined as you moved in her, using her untrained mouth as no one had dared to before. The lack of men things and her title as a respected, powerful heiress left the blonde completely untrained and new to the feeling of a strap down her throat. She squirmed and gagged helplessly, golden eyes trained on you, thick lips growing slick with the amount of spit that drooled on them.

Bela hummed as her cheek was cupped while you slowly thrust in her mouth. “You look so beautiful like this, sweet girl. We’ll have my strap wet enough for your cunt in no time”, you praised, humming at her moans and muffled gasps in return.

The woman’s eyes began watering slightly as you pushed further down, more than half of the toy buried inside her mouth. She gagged and squirmed, shrieking when it nearly caused the glasses to fall. The wine in them was swirling, swishing from side to side of the glass as Bela’s hands trembled.

”That’s it, nice and slow, Bela”, you praised, hips thrusting forwards slowly as you took the pretty woman’s mouth. She looked perfectly desperate and vulnerable in that moment, furrowed brows and teary eyes, clasped nipples and trembling arms, a tiny bulge in her throat caused by you. You could swear you almost tasted her arousal in the air.

“Mghm! Nnnm! Mgmmy!”

Bela blushed to the tip of her ears as her mouth was used and you pushed yourself fully inside, gagging and shaking for you. She felt so warm and tight. Never had the proper and tidy Bela Dimitrescu thought a strap down her throat could turn her on this much.

When you started thrusting and she screamed helplessly, it was your turn to stare: had the woman just come?

Bela whimpered as she wet the floor even more, arousal flowing down her inner thighs as she came, legs trembling still as you made use of her mouth again. The glasses shook. She could do no more but moan pathetically and drag her wet tongue around your strap as it passed down her throat.

You thrust until you had enough, eyes glistening with arousal and dominance as you pulled back out of her and watched the woman’s head fall forwards.

Bela’s cheeks were bright pink as spit drooled from her lips and tongue, her chin wet and her breath ragged as she desperately tried to catch it. “Good girl”, you cooed, cupping her warm cheek as you walked back over to her cunt. Bela shivered as she noticed this.

She did not see you anymore, but did her best not to jump as she felt your hand rest on her bottom, squeezing and groping yet again. She bit her lip when she felt the wet strap rest on her backside, her bent form putting her at the perfect height for you to push inside at any moment.

Yet you felt your own arousal become nearly overwhelming, your privates begging for attention, clit aching at the thought of what you were about to do to the blonde, how you would be the one to take this beauty with your strap, claim her completely and make her come around you yet again. It felt empowering.

Bela couldn’t help but shake her hips slightly, unaware of your actions as she caught her breath and stayed still until the glasses no longer dared to fall over.

You eyed the small, but capable vibrator as you pulled it from your pocket, moaning as you inserted the egg-like shaped toy inside yourself. You needed release, and the toy would offer a temporary solution.

Bela’s gasp when you moaned was music to your ears, your hand back on your strap as you guides the tip between her wet and spread thighs, lightly pushing it against the woman’s juicy cunt.

Bela moaned as you slid yourself between her southern lips a few times, then moaned loudly when the tip was finally pushed into her, her clit aching with want as you kept pushing. “Y-Yes, Mo-Ah! Mommy!” She gasped as you worked yourself inside of her, thrusting until the length of the strap on was deep inside the beauty.

Bela gulped as the glasses shook with every thrust into her. Her sensitive and petite body was easy to rock forwards with your thrusts and the glasses were dangerously close to falling.

“Mhmm, good girl”, you moaned, hips grinding against the blonde’s thick behind, your strap gripped tightly by her. “You’re such a tight girl, Bela”, you groaned as you pulled back slightly, head spinning as her cum and arousal already stuck to the toy.

Bela was hardly doing any better. She moaned and whimpered, hips rolling with every thrust into her, speaking pleas and praises and moaning so loud you considered getting the gag and placing it between her plush lips again.

”Good- girl”, you groaned, hands on her hips as you pushed into her properly. The vibrator in you left you desperate and eager, so that your grip on her hips was tight and your thrusts into the blonde were rough and fast. Bela shrieked as she came within moments of your antics, moaning and gasping even more as you kept going and using her.

”Mo-Mommy th-e gla-A-Ah! Gla-ss!”, she attempted to warn, her entire body shaking from her orgasm and your thrusts. Bela shrieked at a particularly powerful thrust that had the glasses fall from her hands and onto the floor.

The blonde woman gasped as you pulled her off the counter and against your front, her back still arched. You were so deep inside…

”Now Bela, correct me if I’m wrong, but did Mommy not tell you not to make a mess with the glasses?”, you cooed, hips grinding. The woman moaned and mewled desperately. “Yes, Mommy…”, she breathed out.

Bela bit her lip as your hands found her chest, hands groping and pulling her nipples roughly. “It seems it’s only fit to punish you now, Bela”, you whispered. The blonde gasped as she was pulled along, whimpering desperately as you slipped out of her cunt.

She felt herself being led over to the bed, not roughly, but with a strong hand to her back that led her. Somehow it made it all the more intense for her.

She gasped as you pushed her on the bed and bit her lip as the short skirt of the uniform was pushed up, revealing her soaked cunt and the creamy cum that stuck to it.

She watched your hands as you undid the belt around her hips and shivered as she was pushed backwards and her legs were lifted. She blushed at the new position. Using the belt, you tied the woman’s wrist to her ankle. Bela gave it an experimental tug- it didn’t budge. You did the same with her other hand, using your own belt, until the woman laid beautifully and tied on the bed, once more helpless to your sweet assault.

Bela moaned as you gripped the strap again and pushed it inside her, stretching her slightly before you thrusted again. It was so much, her slightly embarrassing and revealing position and watching as you brought her pleasure. “M-Mommy! Mommy!”, she gasped, as if right on the edge again. Her head was thrown back soon, her nails digging into her ankle as the woman got closer and closer to her goal.

The vibrator inside of you felt deliciously good, bringing you closer and closer as well, and with every thrust into the wet and tight blonde, the strap pushed back and rubbed just right against your clit. You moaned eagerly, your hands on her hips as to keep the blonde in place.

You felt so close, just a little more; your thrusts turned fast and ruthless, now eager to get off as well. The blonde’s body was jerked and pushed up with every thrust into her, pulled down likewise as you pulled backwards. With her golden hair sprayed out around her and her eyes shut in ecstasy, the Dimitrescu looked almost ethereal. You caressed her cheek almost lovingly, feelings its warmth.

You were so close, and wanted to make sure the blonde would get there too. Judged by her shaking thighs and loud moans, gasps, whimpers and cries the woman was right on the edge, just where you wanted her.

”Do you want to cum for me, Bela?” You cooed, words slightly slurred. Your hips thrust quickly, your hands groping her large breasts and tugging her nipples. The blonde, head thrown back and back arched, moaned for you, nodding and whimpering. “Y-A-aaah! Yes! Momm-Mommy!”

”Cum then”, you whispered, your own head thrown back as you came and your hands groping slightly more forceful as you felt the woman’s cunt gripping the toy as she too orgasmed.

The blonde whimpered quietly as the strap slid out of her and slapped against her lower stomach. “Good, girl”, you moaned. She watched with lidded eyes as you pushed your fingers inside yourself and moaned, then bit her lip as the pink, round vibrator was revealed to her.

”I say you’ve been so good, you deserve a taste, pretty thing”, You coo. Bela squirmed and moaned as the vibrator was held against her clit, then choked out a breath when you pushed it inside of her. “Have you ever had a vibrator inside your beautiful cunt, darling?”, you cooed, noticing her rolling eyes and shaky legs, her hips twitching and moans rolling off her tongue like from a waterfall.

”No- Mo-Ghmmnn! Momm-mmy”, Bela answered with slight difficulty, her head spinning.

You decided to reward the woman, your hands undoing the restraints in order to pull her legs down and sit on her chest. She looked up at you, golden eyes betraying her want.

”Clean Mommy up, pretty girl”

The obedient blonde did not have to be told twice. She moaned and immediately pushed her tongue against you the moment you hovered over her face, her legs tightly pressed together yet to no avail- Bela could not escape the pleasure given to her, nor did she truly want to, no matter how her clit and pussy ached and how sore it felt after the rough treatment with the strap.

She moaned against your warm cunt, drinking in your juices and groping her own breasts desperately as she squirmed.

You threw your head back as the minx worked her skilled tongue, her moans and whimpers adding to your excitement.

Bela’s scream was muffled between your legs as she came, moaning and crying tears of overstimulation as the vibrator kept buzzing inside of her. “Mghmm! Mhmm!”, she begged, back arched and legs shaking, hands attempting to reach down to stop the toy inside of her. She moaned instead as you caught her wrists and pinned them down, your cunt grinding against her.

”Mhmm no, Bela. This is your punishment and you will take it”, you cooed. “Now be a good girl and get Mommy off”

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu x reader

[littlemisslipbalm]

Friday, I’m in Love

Josh Kiszka x f!reader

(mostly gn/afab I think but there might be something in there that leans fem so I don’t want to say gn! And be inaccurate)

Summary: As summer wanes, things become clear between you two. Your friendship is forever and Josh wants to show you that.

Or

A weekend with your best friend Josh filled with a concert, a dinner party, lots of wine and loving tender moments.

Word Count: 8.3k | Warnings: profanity, sweet tender tension, friends to lovers, drinking

Enjoy!

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“Hello, Joshua darling,” You cooed, wrapping your arms around Josh’s shoulders.

He wrapped his arms snuggly around your waist and squeezed as he pushed his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in his best friend’s familiar perfume. You rarely changed it or you always made sure to wear the same one when you knew you’d be seeing Josh. He didn’t know which one.

“Friday,” His voice is soft and your nickname reverberates through your skin. “Thanks for coming, I didn’t want to go alone and my brothers all bailed.”

You smile at him, before flicking a piece of his hair out of place.

“I couldn’t leave you to go to Fleet Foxes without me. That’s like sending the kid into the candy shop with no one around to witness his joy.”

Josh rolled his eyes and petted the hair back into place. “You flew out from California just for a concert…” He took a hold of your suitcase handle standing at attention beside you.

“As if you wouldn’t do the exact same thing!”

Josh smiles down at his feet, feeling bashful around his friend for some reason. “You’re right. Can you be ready to head out in 30? We gotta walk, but it’s not far.”

You agreed and beelined for the guest bedroom in Josh’s house. Josh followed behind you with your bags as if he was the guest in his own home.

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“How do I look?” You twirled into Josh’s open bathroom door where he was fussing with his hair like always.

Josh paused, his hands near the crown of his head as he looked at you through the mirror, a smile spreading across his pink lips. His toothy smile said it all, but he spun around and took you by the hips anyway. “Fuckin’ divine, Friday. Fuckin’ divine.” He winked once you had laughed and then turned back to focus on his task.

You settled onto the lip of the bathtub behind Josh, watching him work. Your old blue jean skirt was short, showing off your summer legs and blundstones while the tank-style top you wore fell to the top of your hips. The crisp white fabric hung loose in a slight babydoll effect with a low cross cut over cleavage. It was the perfect summer in Tennesse outfit for an outdoor ampitheater Fleet Foxes concert.

Josh was, as expected, in his white t-shirt and khaki shorts with white vans uniform. He had his mustard yellow jacket beside him and a necklace laying on the counter, waiting for him to put it on.

“So…” You start.

Josh hums in response, raising a brow in the mirror as he dabbed some concealer under his eyes.

“What’s new?”

“We text almost every day,” Josh laughs, “What could I possibly tell you, you don’t already know?”

You yawn dramatically. “God, you’re so boring, where's the rock n’ roll diva with all the hot goss I know?!”

Josh rolls his eyes and grabs his jacket, walking out of the bathroom, hitting the light as an act of defiance. “My only hot goss is that my brothers are idiots who do not know how to use a calendar for the life of them.” He suppresses his smile with an unsuccessful frown as you scoff, catching up with him as he walks towards the front door.

“Don’t you guys have assistants who do that shit for you now?” You kicked a pebble as you walked side by side down the road. Josh made sure you were on the inside of the sidewalk like the midwestern gentleman he had been brought up to be.

Josh sunk his hands into his pockets and stared down the street. “Nah. Not for personal stuff. There’s calendars with all our band stuff, but right now it’s just like free time blocks.”

“Well, Danny, Jake and Sam are stupid for missing out, but their loss is my gain, I guess. I’ve been needing a reason to come here and bug you.”

Josh brightens at that and he throws an arm around your shoulders, hugging you close as he ‘aw’s’. You laugh and nuzzle your head into his shoulder, happy he’s happy.

–

At the concert, you and Josh find a spot at the top of the ampitheater seating opposite the center of the stage setup. You both used their jackets as seats and caught your breath from hiking up the steps. You smiled at him as he looked out at the open sky above the stage and you followed his eye. It was a little cloudy, making it all the more interesting. The clouds came together and dispersed at their own will as people filed into the venue. Josh said he’d go get the drinks while you leaned back on your hands and tilted your head to the sky.

You told him to surprise you and you looked at each other blankly with your sunglasses obstructing your eyes until Josh broke, a grin cracking onto his face once more.

“Back in a jiffy!” He snapped finger guns at her before diappearing up the steps.

“Freak!” You called. It was half-hearted at best with how overjoyed you were to be able to spend alone time with him when you saw him so rarely these days. Since you moved to California a couple years ago for a job, you couldn’t go out on the town with Josh every weekend he was home and you couldn’t meet him on the road with your old flexible hours. This job was far more intensive, but also actually what you wanted to be doing with your life so you couldn’t really complain. You were lucky you had some PTO saved that you hadn’t used to make your weekend getaway into a four-day trip.

But work was at the back of your mind now. You got to be with Josh, your best friend. He was the kindest and softest person you’d ever encountered, while also being the funniest and loudest one as well. He had these dualing personality traits that he somehow managed to meld into one fantastic and fascinating human that you always felt so lucky to get to be around. His energy melted into you and brightened you. Josh made you feel happy to be alive. He was special to you and you treasured this time with him more than most things in your life.

You felt something cool on your cheek and opened your eyes with minor surprise before quickly seeing Josh holding a cold cup of rosé against you. You grabbed the cup from him and then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, just to the left of his lips, so close that you felt a tickle of his mustache. “Thanks, Joshua darling.”

He had folded his sunglasses onto the collar of his shirt, not feeling the implicit need to wear sunglasses when it wasn’t necessary like his twin or you, who both wore sunglasses inside or in the dark when it was completely inappropriate. Like now with the clouds covering the sun almost entirely.

He winked at you and you clinked plastic cups, settling into your seats and beginning to chat aimlessly until the opener came on. You had never heard them before but you were quickly won over. You were nodding and swaying and hollering when the songs would finish. They could absolutely jam and you and Josh would share impressed looks every so often.

“Gonna give you guys a run for your money,” You said into his ear as the guitar solo extended for the better part of 10 minutes.

Josh shrugged with an ambivalent smile. “His vocals don’t compare to mine and you know it.”

“Your modesty becomes you.”

Josh smirked and looked at you out of the corner of his eye as the song wrapped up and he clapped and then stuck his fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly. He looked cocky and you couldn’t help but admire this side of him, he was your best friend but even you couldn’t deny how sexy it was. His chest was puffed out a bit, his biceps bulging as he moved his arms and he kept smiling knowingly.

You smacked his chest lightly after a minute of that same look on his face. “Quit it.”

He offered a pout in return.

In between the openers and Fleet Foxes, you went to the bathroom and grabbed your second round of drinks and a bag of potato chips to share. You bumped the back of Josh’s head with the new cup of the white wine he had been drinking and he turned around quickly, looking up at you and immediately recognizing you even in the dark of the now night sky.

He took the drink as well as yours when you held it out to him so that you could climb over the barrier and get back to your spot. He shuffled himself closer to you because there were more people around and also because he wanted to be close to his friend and your warmth, now that the first 10 ounces of wine were doing their job.

They tapped glasses again and laughed about the story you retold of the server at the wine stand. He had filled your glasses extra high and told you “Have a real good time now.” Easily putting at least an extra two ounces in each of their glasses.

Josh shook his head, resting it on your shoulder for a moment. He spoke with a theatric sigh. “Pretty privilege, Jesus.”

“You’re just mad no one at this local music venue has recognized you, huh?”

“No! I’m overjoyed to be an anonymous concert-goer. An ordinary, run-of-the-mill anyguy audience member.”

You pursed your lip and nodded, unconvinced. “Yeah, right.”

A tap on Josh’s shoulder brought his attention away from his Friday and you grinned at the interruption, feeling an inexplicable glee that comes from a situation immediately proving a friend wrong.

Josh greets the person with all the charm and grace that you knew he possessed in spades. He threw a glance back at you though and you smiled triumphantly at him. He whispered noiselessly a ‘shut up’ to her before returning to the fan talking to him. They asked for a photo and you offered to take it, promising to get the best angles of them as you smiled and got drunk on her rosé. It was a lovely moment, you were happy for the person who got to meet Josh and you were happy for Josh, joking aside, that he had people who loved his art so much.

The fan leaves and you have a little more time alone before Fleet Foxes go on stage. The music swells of an orchestra run by a genius clad in Arizona birkenstocks. His voice sounds incredible and the songs travel through your bodies.

It’s dark out as they play the songs and you and Josh sing along, swaying and holding onto each other. You find yourself staring at the sky or staring at Josh most of the time, forgetting about the musicians on stage. He keeps getting distracted by the cloudy night sky as well.

There’s one moment where both your heads are raised to the night sky, taking it in when Josh feels a shift beside him and he turns his eyes to you. You’re looking at him watching the sky and your eyes meet. His smile comes from the depths of his soul. First small and hesitant and then large and toothy. You match it, enthralled, and Josh reaches his right hand out in between your legs.

You meet him and your hands intertwine softly and Josh begins to sing softly along to Sunblind. His brown eyes are barely alight from the stage lights but you can see him staring at you, singing just for you.

His hand is particularly warm in yours and you rub your thumb along the curve between his and his pointer as he pulls your held hands onto his lap. The song ends and you flutter your eyes closed and rest your head on Josh’s shoulder, firm and warm too. He was constant, he was steady, he was reliable.

Silver Dagger starts up and you try not to listen to the lyrics of the song even though it’s usually one of your favorites. You don't think you want Josh as more than a friend, but you also don't truly want to sleep alone all your life with a silver dagger in your palm. He knew you better than anyone else and as time goes on, you keep getting stuck on the thought that no one will ever know you as well as he does. It will never feel like this. Easy.

Josh hears you whispering the words to yourself, moving your head minutely along his shirt, but he can’t see the way your eyes won’t stop watching the changing lights across the skin of your hands resting on Josh’s thigh.

“Let’s get outta here,” Josh murmurs in your ear when he senses the concert winding down. He wanted them to beat the crowds and he also wanted to spend some time alone with his best friend. “Friday, c’mon.”

“You wanna go before it’s over?” You ask, lifting your head from its happy place against Josh’s form.

“Yeah, let's enjoy the night. I’m tipsy and I want to walk.”

You grin, looking from the stage to Josh and then quickly following him over the concrete slab behind you onto the walkway.

“You know, I’ve heard you tell people leaving your show early to go fuck themselves,” You mention as the music fades to a far away din.

“That’s completely different,” Josh shakes his head with a grin as he pulls you into his side, arm wrapping around your shoulders as he nestles his lips into the side of your head, a sweet kiss to the temple. “Plus, how many times have we seen their show before?”

You nod and rub your hands along the length of Josh’s back. “Upwards of ten.”

“Yeah, we can miss a few songs.”

You hum in agreement. The conversation dies as the night swells around them. The air is cool as the hours tick by in darkness. It was getting closer to fall so after the first few hours of darkness, it had started to drop in temperature in Nashville thankfully. Josh leads the walk back to the house and he hums the tune to one of the songs, content to just be close to Friday.

–

Back in the house, Josh turns on his speaker and connects his phone before handing it to you to play whatever you want. You smiled and watched him pull out a three quarters full bottle of white wine from his fridge and two glasses from a cupboard to your left. Soft instrumental jazz flows through the speaker and Josh grins, handing you a glass.

On the couch, you curl close to one another, heads almost touching and legs tangled up in one another. You and Josh sip at the wine as the bottle and the speaker sit on the coffee table before you. The lights have been set on low and it leaves Josh’s living room in an almost candlelit glow. You remembered when he had first bought this place and how empty it had seemed and then, one week later, it was filled to the brim with Josh. You never wanted to see it any other way, every painting Josh had ever bought, every unique souvenir he had thrifted and every picture he’d framed of his family and friends.

“So dinner party tomorrow night, still okay with you?” Josh asks.

You nod, the soft smile on your woozy lips taking up a permanent residence on your face for as long as you’re with him. “Course. It’ll be nice to see your brothers even if we all know that I really only came here to see you.”

“They better know it,” Josh laughs with a tip of his head. His neck lengthening and the light catches his beautiful high cheekbones that seem to sparkle even without the stage rhinestones he’d grown so fond of.

You laugh along with him and place your empty glasses beside the empty bottle before settling back into Josh. His arms encircle your shoulders as you get comfortable, staring at him as he scans your face. A way to memorize you or a search for anything he might have missed, you’re not sure.

Your free hands go up to touch the cheekbones that had caught your attention. Your fingertips delicately touch down on his angel soft skin and he hums, a flutter to his pretty lashes at your touch. “Pretty boy,” you murmur, tracing the natural contours of his face. He was art in itself.

“Thank you,” he replies sincerely. The theatrics had fallen away for the night. This was Josh and Friday. This was just you and him.

“I miss you,” you say, leaning closer and feeling Josh’s hold grow firmer at your words.

He leans his forehead against yours. “I’m right here, Friday,” he whispers.

His warmth, his breath, his touch, it’s all consuming and you wish you could stay in this moment. Stay forever in his embrace and you breathe out a half-laugh, half-sob.

“You know what I meant, Josh.” You whisper back.

He wets his lips and you shift your hips to rearrange your legs around his, slotting even closer. “Yeah, I do. I miss you.”

It’s silent for a moment between you two. No words pass, just a piano off in the distance barely registering anymore. Josh’s eyes flicker down to your lips making yours venture down to his. His that are lush and pink, wet and parted, inviting you to lean forward and close the smallest distance you’ve ever had to cross for a kiss. He sees the way your breathing hitches and his perfect brown eyes reconnect with yours and they crinkle at the edges. You’re both smiling even if you both might want to cry.

You shift your face and bury your head into the crook of Josh’s shoulder. Your hands wrap around his frame, one curling into his hair and one caressing the skin of the back of his neck, where his shirt connects.

“Oh, Josh,” you murmur against his warm skin, lips brushing like a feather against it.

Goosebumps raise along his neck, just below his jaw, everywhere he wishes was being kissed and his laugh is wet with emotion. “I got you, Friday. I have you.”

You squeeze him harder to you and he holds you to him, something about the compression feeling sublime.

Eventually, you and Josh migrate from the couch and get into sleep clothes. You join him in his bed, the guest room essentially a glorified dressing room for you. Neither of you pretend to plan on sleep on opposite sides of the bed. You gravitate towards one another, magnets pulled together with a greater force than the moon with the tide. Perhaps you spun on your axis with Josh as your sun. Clouds came and went, but Josh was constant. You two were circling one another over and over again. Forever.

You curled into his side as he pulled you towards him. His bare chest the perfect place to rest your weary head. He was smooth and warm and you were grateful for the way his strong arms wrapped around you again making you feel safer than you ever did anywhere else. He hummed as your free hand traveled from the place over the plain of his chest up to his cheek. His head turned into the sensation and you smiled up at him. Even in the darkness of the room, you could make each other out. Sleepy outlines and fluttering eyelashes. Your fingers scrunch softly and scrub over his stubble making him hum in satisfaction again. His hands tap at the skin on your waist. Your thumb sweeps over his cupid’s bow and full bottom lip, catching ever so slightly that you feel a bit of his saliva touch your skin.

You let your hand fall away as he murmurs a goodnight and you reply, settling it back onto his chest. The two of you reaquainting yourselves with each other’s bodies in the riskiest platonic ways you could, just excited to feel one another again.

–

In the morning, Josh is still with you when you blink your eyes open. The pair of you had shifted in your sleep. Now his head rested on your chest, his legs wrapped around yours. Your hands wrapped up in his hair again, keeping him close to your bosom. He nuzzled absently into your skin. Your tank style dress allows for him to be skin to skin with the top of your cleavage.

He hummed in satisfaction at the warmth against him and you smiled up at the ceiling, hands drifting to skim over his shoulders and the golden skin stretching across them. The fuzzy warmth of being wrapped up in Josh and his decadent bed has you drifting into another state of sleep. Darkness overtakes you but you still feel the firm press of Josh’s body against yours. You hear his breathing soft and consistent, feeling the air against your skin like a soothing massage.

The word ‘forever’ passed through your mind again. This is how it was supposed to be forever.

Eventually, Josh stirs and the kiss he presses just below your collarbone is probably meant just for him to know about but you feel it. His sweet lips linger against your skin and you feel a quirk of a smile and suppress every bit of your mind telling you to pull him up to place that same kiss against your lips. You two were better off as friends, especially when you lived so far away now. A romantic relationship with Josh would be torture. At least this didn’t cause you as much pain.

“I felt that,” you murmur.

Josh’s morning raspy voice is heavenly as he laughs against you, vibrating your bodies slightly, and rests his chin on your chest to look up at your face. You cast your eyes down at him, barely open at this angle. You smile at one another.

“Just love waking up so close to you,” he states and clears his throat when the rasp doesn’t leave naturally. “Thankful for the beautiful body that your soul inhabits.”

You shut one eye, embarrassed by the tender statement. He reaches his hands up to delicately trace your facial features, smoothing where you had scrunched up your face. He shushes you even if your resistance had already been silent and you let him. His fingertips are welcome as he touches you so gently, smoothing along the lines of your face and over the arch of your nose.

He pauses and you two shift automatically, back to the way you had fallen asleep. You rest in his arms a little while longer until he begins to stretch his arms over his head.

“Let’s make some coffee, how about that?” He tilts his head to you. “Or else I think we’ll stay here all day.”

“I like the second option,” you say, hooking your leg over his lean hips to keep him from sitting up.

“We have to go grocery shopping eventually so I don’t think it’s viable, Friday love.” He pauses to move your leg off of him with his strong grip and you swallow thickly. He sits at the edge of the bed and looks over his shoulder as he steels himself for fully rising from this bed he truly didn’t want to leave. “I can make you coffee alone, though. How’s that for a compromise?”

You shuffle into a seated position behind him, a mess of white sheets and a discarded quilted blanket surrounding your legs. “Ooh, did you learn that in your ‘managing a band with your twin’ therapy sessions? Good for you, Joshua darling.” You coo as you wrap your arms around his tanned shoulders from behind, one last attempt to get him to stay even though you know he should go.

This has been indulgent even for the pair of you. The sun was clearly high in the sky, alerting the two of you to the fact that it was likely close to noon already. He hums at your touch, your chin coming to rest between his shoulder and neck. His hand comes up to meet your crossed arms over his chest. He runs it softly across you, petting your arm in reassurance.

“Ha ha. They were court mandated actually after the last album,” he speaks dryly. “You can koala onto me for a ride into the kitchen if you can’t stand a moment without me, but if not, you gotta let go, my darling.”

You groan and release him from your hold. You flop back onto the center of the bed with a loud sigh. “Fine.”

Josh stands and looks at you with a grin. An angel in his bed, your thighs sinfully inviting, barely covered by the thin cream fabric of your sleeping dress.

“I’ll be in there soon, this bed is just so fucking comfy.”

“Yeah I know,” he says softly at the edge of the door already. He winks knowingly and then he’s out of sight.

You roll around on the bed and then muster the strength to get up and go to the guest room, to do your morning skin care routine and find a change of clothes. In the kitchen, Josh makes coffee as sighs to himself about how he had woken up. Your skin pressing against him, your breast heaving evenly below him. He had to fight the urge to peak his tongue and lave adoring licks against you until you were begging breathlessly for him. It took him every ounce of restraint to not flip around when you had wrapped your arms around him to not go to the kitchen. His heartbeat barely quickened in these moments because he had grown so accustomed to them, to every feeling you gave him. He didn’t realize it picked up slightly whenever you were around and stayed at a slightly higher beat rate until you were gone.

When you appeared in comfortable clothing that were different from your pajamas, Josh nodded in registration and then handed you your favorite mug of his filled with piping hot coffee.

“What are we thinking for this dinner?” You ask after a few sips of coffee with your hip leaned against the counter Josh had perched himself on.

“Whatever you want,” Josh shrugs both his shoulders with his hands resting on the countertop beside him, coffee discarded for the moment. His biceps bulged like this and you wished he’d stop.

You roll your eyes. “Thanks. Putting the menu on me…connivingly cruel.”

Josh tries to protest but you just shake your head, a whisper of a smile on your lips saying you’re actually fine with it. He knew you loved to make food for loved ones so this was actually a treat for you. You eventually wave him off and walk around his kitchen that was still familiar to you. It was strange in these moments. You hadn’t been there in a while, but with muscle memory and no direction from Josh, you located his catch-all drawer and took out his notepad and a black felt-tip pen. It was like how it felt to visit your parents when you came home in college, the house felt different but usually things were just as you left them. Nothing changes as fast as you sometimes think.

“Okay…” you say, opening the pen and thinking about what you should make for the evening. “Peaches, of course.”

“Of course,” Josh echoes you with a smile in his voice.

“Maybe like an arugula salad with burrata and tomatoes? Sam is just vegetarian, right? Not vegan?”

“Right.” He confirms. “Sounds yum, maybe some peaches in the salad.”

You hum in confirmation, scribbling down ingredients. “I can make, like, a potato salad or something like that if one of you will grill? I can do it, I just don’t want to.”

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. I can do it or I can ask the grillmasters Dan and Jake. I’m sure they’re rearing to get one last summer grill in.”

You laugh at Josh’s attempts to sell that Jake and Danny loved grilling so much. You were pretty sure they were ambivalent about the subject, maybe positive, but you’d never seen either of them be so enthusiastic about the skill in the way Josh was saying. More likely he didn’t want to do it either. Neither of you were raw meat fans.

You write down ribs, corn, peppers and portobello mushrooms, as well as ingredients for a sauce you liked with ribs. You asked Josh about his drink selection and he scoffed saying he was stocked like always, until you inquired about whether he had specific la croix flavors or iced tea or the brand of rosé you preferred.

“Okay, well, not those, but everything else you could ever want is under this roof.” He shakes his head indignantly and you watch the muscles in his neck flex and strain causing you to bite the inside of your lip.

You always knew the night before was too much if you were still yearning for your best friend’s touch in the sober light of day. You cap the pen and smile, resolute to get yourself in hand.

“Let’s hop to it,” you say. “We don’t have all day.”

Josh nods and exaggeratedly hops down from the counter, sticking the landing with jazz hands. Your unamused look in response makes him snicker before he plucks his car keys from the hanger they live on at the edge of the room.

—

“Thanks guys for doing the grilling. We wouldn’t be eating until midnight otherwise,” you say as you pat Danny on his shoulder, looking over the smokey grill. “My dad taught me a million times but it still takes me forever.”

Jake tilts the neck of his beer bottle up towards his lips and hums in acknowledgement. He was helping Danny in the lightest sense of the word, but you knew if you didn’t thank both of them you’d get a special kind of silent treatment mixed with haggling from Josh’s twin that you didn’t enjoy.

“Happy to help,” Danny assures with a winning smile. “It’s the end of grilling season afterall…Gotta get one last grill in.”

You narrow your eyes at him and then turn to look over your shoulder, catching the end of Josh’s wink and thumbs up to Daniel as if he had been coaching him to say that. Josh had insisted he help prep all the vegetables and sides leaving the grilling to Danny and Jake who had seemed reluctant when they had first arrived. Thus began Josh insisting that they were happy about it. This reassurance from Danny seemed to be like the final piece of Josh’s show. You nodded your head at Danny with silent acknowledgment of seeing through the facade and thanked him again.

Sam lounged on a chaise by Josh’s pool that would soon be covered up when fall rolled in. Rose was wandering around the spacious backyard, sniffing and enjoying the familiar but still different enclosure to her own backyard. Josh had asked them all to keep the gathering small so none of them brough dates or significant others, you weren’t one hundred percent sure who had what these days. It didn’t bother you that you hadn’t stayed caught up on the rest of the band’s lives when you left town. Josh had been your best friend and while you loved the other three, they were just a part of the package. Like free add-ons that were great, but they were never your main focus. Josh loved them and you and that was enough for you.

After a few rounds of drinks for everyone and some final prepping, dinner is ready and Sam finally offers to help with carrying things from the kitchen to Josh’s beautiful outdoor dining table in the corner of the backyard.

The natural wood table existed on a stone grotto and had a pergola to offer it shade when the sun was shining high above. Sunset was well on its way so it simply was a place for Josh’s beloved wisteria to bloom and hang above the table and wrap around the sides. Beautiful white wisteria with tinges of lilac seeping through the petals were thriving and hanging around the table mixed with some hanging lights Josh had installed since the last time you were here. They weren’t lit yet but you were sure they would turn on once it got darker.

One last touch that you had contributed when he had first gotten the table were two miniature vintage chandeliers that held four candles each. All of them had been burned to short nubs now, but Josh insisted he liked them like that, showing someone had been there. The crystal balls glinted in the fading light, wrapped in the copper piping that kept them together. It was a beautiful little area, surrounded by the beautiful greenery of Josh’s garden that he made sure to nurture as best he could with some help from gardeners when he wasn’t home. It was a space that was so Josh, a mix of the natural and the decadent, you wondered what he would do if he ever moved again.

Sam carefully moved the abalone shells adorning the actual table to the far end since there were only five of you and began to arrange the food on the table. You brought out the salad and thanked him for his help and he winked with a sly smile. You two understood each other as fellow youngest siblings, always trying your best to avoid more work than was necessary.

Josh sat at the head of the table with you and Danny to his left and Jake and Sam to his right. Josh pulled you into his side and placed a quick kiss to your hair before either of you could sit down and you laughed.

“Glad you’re here, Friday.” He murmurs in your ear before letting you go and you smile as you flutter your eyelashes to meet his eye.

“Alright, alright,” Jake murmurs gruffly, watching you and his twin with his usual suspicion.

“I’m hungry!” Sam interjects, cutting Jake off from saying anything else.

“Yeah, let’s eat before it gets too dark and the food gets cold!” Danny adds reason before anyone can lose their head.

Josh makes a tutting sound with his mouth, “First, a toast…” He raises his glass of wine and waits with a raised brow for everyone to put their drinks into the center of the table. “To my family. You all mean so much to me. And especially to my Friday, anyone would be lucky for you to come into their lives and I sure am glad I’m not one of those sorry sons of bitches waiting for you to walk through the door ‘cause they’re gonna be waiting a long fucking time. You’re in it for life with me, I hope you know that.”

He chuckles and you laugh, confirming you knew. Your eyes shining up at him from your seat, love and admiration twisting around in your irises. Jake and Sam and Danny all share a look with each other.

“Thanks for coming, darling.” He reiterates a little more sincerity seeping into his throat.

Everyone echoed their salutations and took a sip with chatter falling over all of you as plates and bowls started getting passed around the table. The evening air was settling over the backyard, the smell of the wisteria mixing with the food in a wonderful way.

Laughter and the rustling of leaves and melting ice cubes clinking around in glasses is all that can be heard for a while. No one had wanted to put on any music for once and you couldn’t believe it, but it was quite nice. Out where Josh lived there wasn’t much to cause any distracting sounds, just nature. Birds calling to one another, water running and all that was good and beautiful. It was calming, disrupted only by the loud voices of you and your companions growing roudier as food diminished and you all got further into your portion of drinks for the night.

“I’ll go get another bottle,” You said when Danny held up the empty wine bottle that had been sitting in the ice bucket for barely a minute before anyone took notice. A sheepish look from Sam said it all.

“I’ll come assist,” Josh jumps up from his seat before you’ve taken two steps away from the table. “Uncorking,” he adds when he sees the look on Jake’s face.

He slings an arm across your shoulders as you two hurriedly walk a little drunkenly to the back door of the kitchen. You were buzzing with energy. The dinner had been a success, the guys were good eaters so it was always pleasing to make food for them. It all disappeared by the end and they always made sure to effuse how good it all was. The alcohol in your system also contributed to the energy. You were sure your cheeks were flushed hot against the cooling night air. Josh leaned against you and you basked in the cool touch of his skin against you.

In the kitchen, he tugged on the hem of the white summer skirt you were wearing and you made a small yelping sound, pulling the fabric back from his touch with a smile.

“Paws off!” You teasingly chastised and swiveled to the fridge, searching for another bottle of white. “Should we bring dessert out now too, do you think?”

Josh had leaned himself up against the counter since you’d shrugged him off. His head leaned back, elongating his neck again. His adam’s apple bobbing along his strong throat as he contemplated your question and clenched his jaw. That skirt had been teasing him all night long and as you twirled around in it, more and more of your thighs would show themselves to him.

“I already cut the peaches,” you say, tilting your head to the side, wanting his response on the issue. You pursed your lips as you waited, holding the bottle out to him so that he would open it like he promised.

The movement brought Josh out of his reverie and he took the bottle deftly. His eyes were still sweeping across your figure, where the skirt skimmed your thighs and where your collarbone poked from beneath your black halter top. He loved how effortless you always looked yet still put together. You were barefoot in his kitchen looking like a god to him, your hair in his favorite style. He wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you blind, dessert and his brothers be damned.

“Peaches,” he repeated absently, beginning to open the bottle without looking.

You rolled your eyes at his dreamy stare. The way he was looking at you was a little unnerving, but you knew it was just drunk Josh. You were more thrown off by him being so quiet. By now, there should have been an impromptu performance of some song that had been on his mind since you’d gotten in here or a little dance about the wine. He always came up with something and yet tonight so far it was just ‘peaches’ said like he was a hundred miles away.

“Okay…” You pull out the word and grab the desserts from the fridge and place them on the island before crossing to him, wanting to get more of his attention.

The cork pops and it brings Josh’s eyes back to your face, closer now. His lips quirk up into a smile and he flicks his eyes to his hands around the neck of the wine. He drops the opener to the counter and lifts his hand up from the wine between you two. His thumb had a few drops of wine on it, spilled from the uncorking process.

His open-mouthed smile is intoxicating more than the alcohol as he raises the thumb to your lips, pressing the liquid to them without any hesitation. Your tongue peaks out to get a better taste and you exhale a small laugh through your nose. His hand lingers by your face as the two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes. Last night you two had been alone, but tonight with other people around, these stolen moments of privacy held greater intensity. You were toeing the line of what was acceptable for friends to do in private just in case someone came in. The thrill of getting caught seemed irresistible.

As Josh is retracting his touch after what felt like an eternity, Jake was popping his head around the corner with a raised brow and a bored look. “Dessert time yet? Or is that bottle too difficult for you children?”

You take a step back from Josh, eyes returning to the desserts on the table and Josh laughs his big boisterous laugh, gaining Jake’s full attention and holding up the successfully opened bottle.

“When you’re right, you’re right, Jake. Wine and desserts coming your way,” He walks over to Jake and guides him by the shoulders back towards the door. He overwhelms Jake’s focus by talking in his theatric muttering way, “You know, patience is a virtue or so they say…”

As he walks with Jake in front of him he turns back to you with a cheeky wink you’d never seen directed at you and you wondered if the little game you two had just played really had been just for you two. And perhaps not a game at all.

You carry the plate filled with peach slices and the blackberry tart you and Josh had thought looked the best from the bakery out to the table. The evening has grown and as you’d expected the little lights keep the area visible. Aglow in a warm light, the space takes on a calmer atmosphere. Sam and Danny clear the dinner plates as you, Jake and Josh settle back down. You murmur about the smell of the wisteria and Josh agrees, planting his left hand over your right.

Your hand flips instinctively and your fingers lace, threading like a needle through silk. Josh’s eye flick to your hands and then he cranes his neck in wonderment of the night, taking it all in. Jake drinks in silence. It is peaceful and you’re happy to let it flow for a while, basking in this evening.

“When do you go back to California?” Jake asks carefully, uncharacteristically choosing to break the silence.

Josh doesn’t make his attention known to the question, still staring through the slats of the pergola up at the star-filled sky. You clear your throat and smile down at your lap, slightly saddened by the reminder you were leaving.

“Monday morning.” You say and Jake nods. “When does the next leg of tour start up?”

“Friday,” He shrugs, unbothered.

This word, Josh’s nickname for you, finally catches his attention, bringing his gaze straight to you. You meet it and he smiles, eyes lighting up with that boyish wonder that made everyone’s hearts swoon, yours included.

Smiling at each other, hands intertwined beneath the stars. A cool breeze sweeping across your skin. It felt like time froze, everything else fading to the background.

“I need to talk to you,” Josh murmurs after a moment when the sound of the back door and Sam and Danny returning clicks him from his thoughts.

You quirk your brows at this statement but you nod and turn to smile up at the men rejoining the conversation. Talk of tour and work falls back into place and you laugh over their complaints about playing arenas and they laugh at your issues with your own job. All of you seeing what’s not so green on the other side. Hazy plans for the future of the band get brought up over the desserts you all indulge in and the greater amounts of water everyone’s consuming rather than more alcohol. The rush was slowing down, the night winding itself to a natural ending place. Somehow Rosie ended up in Sam’s lap, her face resting on his arm that curls protectively around her.

Jake is the first to call it a night, the way he looks between you and Josh makes you think it has something to do with him overhearing Josh’s request. He gives you a quick hug, not unaffectionate but it’s extremely balanced which was unusual for Jake at this time. Sam and Danny are quick to agree, Sam offering to take them all home given his sobriety. Their hugs are more comforting and you feel grateful for them even if you didn’t realize how much they truly meant to you.

Josh insists you sit outside while he walks them out and gets the kitchen in order. Your protests are half-hearted before you let him follow them into the house. He kisses the crown of your head once more and his hand drifts back towards you as he walks away. A physical promise that he doesn’t wish to part from you.

You walk around the backyard, your barefoot feet happy against the still warm stones. Your hands skim across the table, replacing the shells back to the center. Every so often you look back to the door into the kitchen thinking you heard Josh coming back out, but no head of curls appears just yet. You begin to walk the perimeter of the pool, with one foot directly in front of the other with your arms out wide, as if it were a balance beam. The stakes were low on one side while the other was a bit more treacherous now that the sun had been gone for more than an hour.

Josh manages to sneak up on you when you’re staring up at the stars, arms wrapped around your frame. He places his chin on the crook of your shoulder and you can hear him smiling before he even speaks. His arms encirlcing yours, his smooth delicate fingers skimming over your wrists and forearms until they lace infront of your waist.

You try to peek at him with your eyes but it’s mostly a blur of his prominent nose, handsome facial hair and fluttery lashes. He hums at the warmth of you and you sway a little in his hold.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You whisper, moving your gaze back to the sky and your hands down to his arms.

You lean into his hold and he tightens his grip. A deep breath floats past your ear and you wonder why he won’t let you turn around.

“Friday,” he sighs and he sounds almost dejected, something you rarely hear from him unless in jest. “I’m in love with you. Not just as a best friend, but more.”

Tears prick your eyes immediately as the words wash over you. This time you yank out of his hold and whip around to face him, a slightly bewildered and nervous expression on his angelic features. Your palms are quick to grip his jaw, tilting his face to really look at you.

“And I know we’ve got our separate lives in different states,” He decides to continue before you can speak. “And I know I’m always touring so I’m not asking you to move back here or anything, and I know we haven’t technically dated but–”

“Josh,” You stop him and his lips are parted in the sweetest way. Your thumb brushes against his bottom lip like before and you smile as he lets you, his eyes growing in intensity under the string lights.

“But,” He tilts his head seriously, ignoring your distracting touch. “I think you’re the only one for me and I want to make it official.”

You stare at him silently, your own mouth agape slightly because you knew what Josh was saying. In his Josh way, he wasn’t just asking for you to be his partner for now, he meant for life.

But still you wanted to confirm, “Are you asking me to marry you?”

Josh smiles with a bit of a laugh to himself, his eyes looking to the small space between your bodies for a beat before back at you. “It can be a long engagement. Five years or however much you need, but I don’t want to spend another second where I’m not able to tell people I’m yours.”

“You’re fascinating,” you breathe and then bring his lips to yours for the first time with purely romantic intentions behind it. It’s short, but the way his mustache tickles you makes you immediately think that you could get used to this being a regular thing. “I’ve always been yours, but if you want to make it official with a ring, I’m there too. I love you.”

He grins at you before pulling you back in for another kiss. This one is longer as his hands slip around the back of your neck and to cradle your jaw, begging you to get even closer. He sighs into your mouth and it’s like a wall has been lifted that you didn’t know existed. Tongues clashing in a perfect rhythm as he kisses you senseless beneath the stars. Your hands wandering across his back and feeling at total peace knowing this was about to be the rest of your life. Completely safe in the arms of your home, never having to know a life with a dagger in your palm just your sweet sweet Josh and his heart cradled perfectly within your hold. Everything else would fall into place, as long as you had him you weren’t worried.

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[midnight-vixn]

Beach Party

Mephistopheles x Fem!Reader

A/n: I have only @haithanist to thank for feeding me this idea almost two months ago now. I’m making this Prompt 7 for my 666 event because it was too good to pass up.

Cw: Hate fucking, degradation, exhibitionism, male masturbation, scenting, light choking, finger sucking, implied free use w/brothers, cum tasting.

Word count: 4.1k

Surprisingly the summers in the Devildom got just as hot as the human world at times, today was one of the worst, and Lord Diavolo decided to throw a party on his private beach for the students of RAD in an attempt to beat the heat. Mephistopheles, of course, had been sent to do a report on how the evening went, however, shortly after the party started he became preoccupied with his own study.

Those accursed seven brothers that Diavolo seemed to adore so much showed up almost an hour late to the event. Lucifer was busy kissing ass per usual to the Prince, two of the brothers made themselves at home under a large cabana, four of the brothers made a mad dash for the water and right behind them was you. That’s where his study began. You were always so innocent acting, as if you weren’t surrounded by sin and temptation on the daily, it made him sick. Mephisto normally only saw you in your RAD uniform and on the few brief occasions he saw you outside the school you were typically wearing a jacket or had one of the brothers wrapped around you, but here you were now with everything completely exposed.

He couldn’t believe Lucifer would let you leave the house dressed like that, your bottoms hugged your hips snuggly yet barely covered your ass, your breasts were practically falling out of that top, one strong wave and you’d lose it completely. The nerve of a human to dress like that in front of so many demons, have you no shame? That thing left very little to the imagination…yet for some reason Mephistopheles found himself trapped in his.

Watching you act so innocent annoyed him, splashing around in the ocean with that accursed Avatar of Greed, as if you weren’t on full display and filling every demon looking with lust. A knot formed in his stomach as he watched a wave knock you off your feet and directly onto the unsuspecting Avatar of Wrath, his hands coming up to catch you but instead groping your chest on accident.

Ungrateful bastard.

You made your way out of the water finally, water dripping off the curves of your body and sunlight bouncing off your wet skin making you glow practically. You made your way over to the cabana and picked up a towel, the way you dried yourself off was a sin all on its own, slowly rubbing over your inner thighs and ass, bending over to dry your feet and your ass becoming even more exposed, Mephistopheles was confident you were just fondling yourself now instead of actually drying your chest off.

You tossed the towel on a nearby chair and headed off toward the tiki bar that was set up a few yards away with the ever gleeful Avatar of Lust, the second and third born brothers right on your heels. Watching you walk off Mephisto couldn’t help but watch as your bottoms road up your ass to expose the soft flesh underneath, his throat became dry and he felt himself twitch under his shorts. It was outrageous that a mere human could make him feel like this, it was appalling, disgusting even…but it wasn’t the first time.

Mephistopheles had caught himself thinking about you in very provocative situations before but always shut it down before he got too worked up. This time however he had a front row seat to your exposed skin and the way your wet bikini clung to your curves, it was too late to stop himself. He reached down subtly to palm his growing erection and a noise caught in his throat, he didn’t care if he was caught masturbating but he would die if they found out it was to you. His mind wandered farther, undressing you fully, groping at your chest, inhaling your scent… your scent.

Mephisto’s eyes flew open and he scanned the cabana frantically, he knew he had seen you remove a tank top before heading to the water and he had a perverted idea. Landing sight on your top he calmly but quickly approached the cabana, a few feet from the table your top was on, laid the seventh born brother flat on his stomach with a towel covering his face from the sun and thankfully in a deep sleep. Mephistopheles checked his surroundings and then grabbed your shirt, balled it up and made his way back to the cliff side he had emerged from.

Shielding himself from the view of others, Mephisto leaned back against the smooth rock and pulled his waistband down, letting his stiff cock spring free. A sharp gasp at the sudden freedom before he wrapped one hand firmly around the base, somehow he was incredibly turned on and ashamed at the same time, his long cock was already throbbing, veins visible all along his shaft, his tip darkening from the blood rushing to it, fuck you for making him feel like this.

Mephistopheles started to pump his cock slowly, envisioning you back in the water, the way the waves crashed against your body and the way the water dropped off you. His one hand started to pump a little faster while the other held firmly onto your shirt, Mephisto hesitated for a moment before he brought the shirt up to his face inhaling your scent. His eyes blew wide, it was intoxicating to have your scent so close to him, it felt as though you were right here with him while he fucked himself. What a treat that would be, to have you sit at his feet with your hands bound while he stroked himself above you, his precum dripping off and landing on your lips.

How defenseless you would be as he pulled your mouth open and slid his cock down your throat, tears running down your cheeks as he fucked your face, your moans vibrating around his cock. Mephisto pumped faster, his heartbeat racing and moans ripping from his throat, the occasional Fuck! falling from his lips. He wanted you— no, needed you here to fuck. Inhaling your scent once more, Mephisto got another idea, he slowly rubbed your shirt against his abs and down toward his other hand. First gently rubbing the fabric against his sensitive cock, then wrapping it tightly around his leaking member and using both hands to grip himself as he thrusted into your shirt. Your scent mixing with his own caused Mephisto to let out an embarrassingly needy moan, one he would never own up to if questioned.

A sudden thought occurred in his mind, what if you returned and found your shirt missing? The possibility of not finishing fast enough and getting caught only spurred him on, imagining the look on your face, how mad you would be, fuck you were so hot when you were angry. Jerking himself to the thought of you yelling at him, the anger in your voice sent him over the edge and his orgasm ripped through him, ropes of cum spilling onto your shirt, the sight only coaxing more out of him. Once his balls were empty he unwrapped your shirt from his cock and took in the sight, once nice and clean but now covered in his cum, covered in his scent. Mephisto looked back at the cabana, still empty minus the slumbering youngest, and made his way back over to return what he borrowed.

…

“Asmo will you help me reapply my sunscreen?”

“Of course hun! I can’t let you burn that beautiful skin of yours~”

“Tch, why’s he get to do it?? He did it last time!” Mammon argues as your group walks back to the cabana.

“Because Levi would either pass out or cream his pants if I asked him and your hands tend to wander where they don’t belong because you’re a greedy little perv.” You tease.

“What did I do??” Levi screeched in defense, his face turning bright red from your accusation.

“Yeah well…my hands belong there more than Asmo’s…” the second born mumbles in response while running a hand through his hair. You knew the affect you had on the brothers dressed like this, they had a hard time keeping their hands off you under normal circumstances but beach trips always made them all turn into handsy pervs; all but Asmo somehow.

The two now grumpy brothers take off to the water again while you hand Asmo the sunscreen bottle, after he finishes covering your back he heads down to the water himself. You hang back for a moment to let the lotion dry and notice your tank top hanging off the edge of the table, you reach to pick it up and immediately regret the choice. Your hand is instantly covered in a thick substance, one you’re all too familiar with thanks to the local panty thieves you live with, and you try to figure out which one did it this time.

You shove Belphie’s sleeping body with your foot, the way he jostles around tells you he’s been in a deep sleep since you guys arrived, Mammon and Leviathan have been with you the entire time, Satan and Beelzebub have been off competing in some game and while they’ve marked your belongings before you know neither of them would do so in public. Asmodeus always behaves himself around you at the beach— he would rather mark you than your clothes anyway— so you rule him out. Lucifer has been chatting with Diavolo since you arrived, his way of staying distracted and away from you while looking so tempting, you realize none of the brothers could have done this and become repulsed. What sick demon decided to mess with your shit while you were away? You drop the shirt and sneer at it, as you turn to go find Lucifer you spot something from the corner of your eye that makes your blood boil.

Over near the cliff side stands that jackass Mephistopheles, looking much more smug and pompous than usual. You assume he just watched your unfortunate discovery and is now laughing at your discomfort, but then you read his features a little more. His body leaned against the massive rocks a little too relaxed, his eyes a little softer than usual, his arms crossed and his head tilted just slightly as he smirks. You’ve seen that exact look before several times from Belphie, usually when he’s being a brat, usually right after you find out that he—

You sick freak!

Your blood runs hot, your eyes go wide with rage, you grab your cum stained shirt and start off towards that smug ass demon. You watch as he snaps back to reality seeing you approach him, his face flashes concern for about .7 seconds before turning into a look of disgust per usual. You feel the rage from the last several months of dealing with him start to surface, you’ve held your tongue for far too long; he’s about to get more than he bargained for. You stop just short of him and suppress the urge to slap that look off his face, your brows furrow and fists clench in rage.

“Whatever you want make it quick. I don’t want anyone to see me socializing with you.” God he’s such a dick. Your eye twitches at his words, making it seem like your not worthy of his time after doing this.

“You know exactly why I’m standing here!” You hold up your fist that grips tightly onto your top.

“What? Did someone touch your stuff?” The smirk on his lips grows.

“You know exactly who did this!” You snap.

“Afraid not.” He scoffs and looks away. It’s a lie, obviously he knows. He still remembers how it felt wrapped around his leaking cock, he still remembers the high he felt releasing himself onto it. His scent is so strong that he’s surprised the brothers didn’t smell it when returning to the cabana, you can’t pick up on scents the way demons can and for that he’s grateful, maybe he can still get away with it; so long as you don’t notice the tent in his pants that grows with each word you spit at him in anger. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave your shit unattended while you go around dressed like a—”

His sentence cut off as your hand makes contact with his cheek, the impact loud enough to be heard yards away, the palm of your hand burns from the force behind it, the satisfaction you feel is strong but short lived; quickly replaced by shock and confusion. The sound of your slap is loud, but the moan that Mephistopheles releases is louder. You assume at first he’s just being a dick again, making fun of you for slapping him, but soon register that something else is happening here. His eyes stay closed even after the slap, his cheeks flush, his lips twitch to fight off a smile, his arms had uncrossed and now gripped the wall behind him, you glance down and notice the obvious bulge in his shorts.

So, he likes it rough?

Your blood runs hot but for an entirely different reason now, you shame yourself for being turned on by him of all demons, but then admit that this is too good an opportunity to pass up. He opens his eyes just barely and looks down at you in a way that makes you want to rip him to shreds.

I can work with that.

You grab his face with your free hand, jerking him down to your level, he groans softly but doesn’t fight back against your hold.

Whore.

You look him dead in the eyes and hold your stained shirt up close to his face.

“You did this didn’t you?” You press. He glances over at your shirt quickly and then back to you, eyes wandering over your face and lingering on your lips, he nods yes and gives you another slight smirk. You release his face and shove him against the wall behind him, your hand pressing into his chest while your eyes stay locked on his. Mephisto groans again, arching his back slightly as his eyes flutter shut, only to open them again to your steely gaze. You press your body close to his, feeling yourself throb as soon as his erection presses against your thigh, your mind clouds while trying to guess just how big he is under those stupid shorts.

“Why’d you do it?” You move your face in closer to his. “To be an asshole? Or are you just another sick perverted demon who likes humans?”

You watch him sneer and roll his eyes as his flush deepens, using his own words against him was a sick move; he fucking loved you for it. “Answer me.” You command. He writhes against you, another soft groan leaving his throat as he does his best to look smug and not unabashedly horny while he answers .

“I don’t like getting off on my own.” He nearly moans in response. “Wanted your scent to help me.”

Your free hand grabs onto his throat, his eyes roll back and mouth falls open while he bucks into you lightly. You refrain from grinding against him and pull him down towards you again so you can reach his ear.

“Next time you want help, just ask.” You practically growl at him. With the brothers you’re normally much more gentle and kind, but this one demon makes something inside you come to life; he makes you feel more demonic than anything else down here. “But since you like being a gross pervert,” you pry his mouth open and shove your shirt in. “You can clean this for me.”

Mephisto moans as you shove your shirt in his mouth, your fingers pressing against his tongue, the taste of his own cum filling his mouth, his hands grab onto your hips and pull you closer to his own. You chuckle softly as he starts rutting against you, short muffled moans continuing as he starts to suck on the fabric wrapped around your fingers. After all the harassment from him you revel in the way he breaks under you like this, watching him turn into a needy little toy for you to use, the fire in your body takes over finally.

You latch onto his neck and bite down harshly, drinking in the loud moan he releases and feeling his voice vibrate against your fingers. Your free hand lets go of his neck and snakes down between your bodies to brush lightly over his cock, he bucks into your touch instantly but you move away before he can. A pathetic whine escaping him while his thighs squeeze together, you run your hand up under his shirt exploring his toned stomach but not stopping until you reach his chest.

His breath hitches as your hand caresses his pec and one hand shoots up to grab your wrist in an attempt to stop you, it’s obvious someone doesn’t want you to find out how much of a whore he is, you shake him off and continue towards your goal. You trace circles around it first, teasing and edging him before finally running a nail gently across his nipple. The moan that leaves Mephistopheles would probably rival Asmodeus if it wasn’t muffled by your shirt in his mouth, his body bucks wildly against you desperate for more, he starts to pant while his hands grab at your body. He’s clearly pent up and craving release if he’s willing to act this shameless in front of you, you almost feel bad for him…almost.

You pull away from his neck and jerk his head to look at you again, a pathetic and needy look in his eyes as he continues to suck on your fingers. His tongue is thick and licks at your digits greedily, you envision how it would feel against your wet folds, how he would suck on your clit just as desperately as he does your fingers, a shiver runs down your spine and you let a sultry moan leave your lips just to see how he reacts. Mephisto’s eyes go wide and when he moans this time he opens his mouth wide enough to let his tongue loll out, you shove your shirt further into his mouth stuffing him full.

“You better stay quiet unless you want someone to know your getting off with a filthy human.” You hiss in his ear. You grab hold of one of his wrists and bring his hand up to squeeze your chest, his fingers sink into to the plush skin and you gasp as he starts to fondle your breast on his own. Your hand snakes back down to his shorts but this time you reach in to pull out his cock, your hand wraps around his shaft and you feel yourself throb again at his girth, Mephisto’s body goes stiff at your touch. You can feel him throbbing against your palm, you run your thumb against the thick vein on his underside and watch him squirm and whimper as you do.

You finally pull him free of his shorts, you look down to see just how big he is and let out a breathy moan, he’s far bigger than you would’ve imagined and his girth alone makes your legs shake. His tip is steadily leaking precum and his shaft is already coated in the slick, you run your hand up slowly and listen to Mephisto choke on his own moans. You squeeze lightly on his tip and run your thumb across his slit, he bucks frantically into your hand trying to get more from you.

“Don’t be greedy.” You order, letting go of his leaking cock. Mephisto whines as you release him but quickly gets over it when he feels his throbbing length rest against your lower stomach, the feeling of your soft skin and still damp bottoms making his head spin. His hand slips under your top and pulls at your nipple as he ruts against you, his slick coating your stomach and making it easier for him to hump you. You moan at his touch, the way he harshly pulls and flicks your nipple sending a wave of lust through your body, you grab his cock again and start stroking him just as harshly. Mephisto’s hand twitches on your breast and his head falls to the side as he becomes lost in the way you pump him closer to his orgasm.

Consumed by your own lust and greed you use your other hand to pull your bottoms to the side, a cruel and wicked idea in mind. You slow your strokes and instead graze his tip along your soaked folds, letting it catch against your clit and moaning at the sensation. Mephisto arches his back and tries desperately to buck into you each time his tip glides across your entrance, you refuse to grant him the satisfaction though. Continuing to tease him and yourself, your other hand now reaches up to play with his chest again, you listen to the usually stuck up demon turn into a whimpering mess, you’re barely able to make out a string of very muffled Fuck, please! as you quicken your pace. You reach up to pull your shirt out of his mouth and listen to him gasp before slumping against you and moaning into your neck.

“Fuck! Shit! Aaahhhhaaa, fuck! Faster, faster, go faster!” Mephisto begs, his one hand still groping your breast while the other reaches down to grip your ass. You fulfill his wish and stroke him quickly again while running his leaking tip through your folds still, your mind goes fuzzy as your own desire builds and you give into temptation. You pop his swollen head into your pussy and clench at the way he stretches you, gasping and moaning at the same time.

“FUUUUCK!” Mephisto growls against you, his abs clenching as he tries to fight off his climax hoping you’ll give him more. You want more, so much more, but your pride won’t allow that…not now at least. You pull his hair to adjust his face so you can latch onto his lips, stealing harsh kisses and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, melting at the way his moans vibrate into you. The two of you becoming completely lost in each other, swirling your tongues around one another and grinding desperately against the other.

You bite down on Mephisto’s bottom lip and tug at it as you stroke him through his orgasm, his body shaking and knees going weak as ropes of his cum cover your stomach, thighs and hand. His head is spinning in the aftermath and he watches you clean off with your soiled shirt through half lidded eyes, he slumps against the wall behind him trying to ground himself. He’s pissed at himself for letting you do this to he him, for letting you make him feel so damn good, but he’s hurt that you would deny him the full experience. You can see the glint of betrayal in his eyes and can’t help but smirk, you grab his face gently this time and let out a satisfied laugh.

“I have better demons to play with at home.” You give an overly condescending wink before releasing your hold. He scoffs and tries to snap back at you but his body is still reeling from the earth shattering orgasm you just pulled out of him. You blow him a teasing kiss and make your way back to the cabana, stuffing your soaked shirt in your bag in order to hide it from the brothers.

Mammon, of course, finds you first and is immediately flushed. His eyes scan over your body, your arousal is strong enough to send every demon nearby into a frenzy, or at least enough to make Belphie wake up from his nap.

“What’s got you turned on?” The youngest asks while sitting up finally.

“The hell are you askin her that for!” Mammon snaps.

“If you shut up I’ll let you help me, Mammon.” You interject, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the cabana. “Not like that’s a question though.”

…

Mephistopheles watches you lead the second born off somewhere, undoubtedly to let him fuck you until you can’t think anymore, his stomach churns at the thought. It should be him between your legs fucking you numb, it should be his name you cry out as you cum, it should be his scent covering you. Mephisto let’s out a deep groan in annoyance, he hates that you consume his thoughts like this but he loves the way you feel against his body. Maybe he will ask you for help next time, in an empty classroom back at the school.

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[partnerlesspansexual]

Sensory Swing

(Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk x Autistic!GN!reader)

(summary: You had quite the overwhelming day, so you decide to come home and chill out in your sensory swing. Hobie, however, doesn't like feeling left out)

After coming home from work, your day filled with sensory overwhelming activities, you decide to take some time to yourself and relax in your sensory swing.

So, after kicking off your shoes and chucking your jacket onto it's assigned hook, you head upstairs to your bedroom for some well deserved (and needed) unwind time. You shut the door behind you and begin to undress, your itchy work uniform worsening the buzz going on in your brain; after removing your uniform, you put on your favourite snuggly hoodie and slip into your comfiest bed socks.

You of course need a snack to keep you occupied, so you uncover your secret stash of fruit roll ups that you keep under your side of the mattress.

To block out the noise of the busy London streets, you promptly shut the windows, put in your ear buds and start playing (*insert favourite artist*); now that you're fully prepared, you hop into your sensory swing, close your eyes and snuggle down, embracing the long awaited comfort of your own home.

A while later, you feel someone's breath on your face; and knowing full well who it is, you slowly open your eyes to see Hobie gazing at you as he hangs upside down from the ceiling with his mask lifted just above his mouth, classic spiderman style.

"You're so cliché, you know that right?"

You say quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful vibe you've got going on.

"What? Can't a guy just appreciate his partner without being made fun of?"

Hobie asks, his tone laced with mock offence.

"Nope. Sorry babes, but thems the rules"

You respond, a smug smile plastered across your face. Hobie chuckles and plants a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Anyways, what're you up to, my little rioter?"

He asks as he hops down from the ceiling and starts to undress himself out of his spidersuit.

"Nothing much, just trying to de-stress a little. I had a really overwhelming day and I just... I just need to chill, y'know?"

You say tiredly as you offer him an exhausted smile. He returns the smile with a hint of sympathy as he sits down on the bed in front of you, wearing only his boxers and a baggy tank top.

"I'm sorry 'bout that, love. I know it's especially hard for you to get through the day, but you always do, no matter how tough it gets; and I admire you so much for that"

You blush and smile, his admiration warming your heart.

"So, what're you listening to? Bet it's something super cool"

He says as he fires his finger guns at you

"Just (*insert favourite artist here*). They always help calm me down"

You reply as Hobie nods

"Ah, I see. Very cool. Mind if I join you? I promise I won't disrupt your peaceful vibes"

Hobie asks, not wanting to feel left out. You chuckle at his pleas, take out one of your ear buds and chuck it at him

"Only if you promise to be quiet"

You say sternly but jokingly

"Cross my heart, hope to die"

He says quietly as he pops the ear bud in and lays back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head. You smile and snuggle back into your swing, happy to know that you're with someone who not only loves you unconditionally, but understands you. Really understands you. A moment passes before you speak again, your voice low but audible.

"Hobie?"

"Yeah, babes?"

"...

I love you"

Hobie chuckles as a warm blush spreads across his dark cheeks

"I love you too, my little rioter"

(Please forgive the astronomical levels of cringe, this is my first fanfic and I have a lot to learn)

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #Hobie Brown x autistic!reader #autism #neurodivergent

[platinumsonsews]

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[mae-gi-writes]

Once Again (PT.4) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN | PART FOUR

Summary

Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother.

Genre: fluff, angst, f! Reader x dad! Iwaizumi

PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART

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"Miss Y/N, is daddy okay?" Hoisuke peers up at you from the backseat as you pull up to your apartment unit. You glance at him through the rearview mirror and smile, "don't worry, he's fine. He's just going to be slightly late."

Iwaizumi had called you earlier that day, sounding breathless and stressed out as he iterated how slow traffic was moving. On impulse, you'd proposed to bring Hoisuke over to your house to make things more comfortable and after a slight bout of hesitation, he'd agreed to pick his son up in the comfort of your home.

"This is the first time I come to your place, miss Y/N," Hoisuke's eyes are darting back and forth across the tiny kitchenette to your right to the small tv screen plugged to the wall on the left. Granted, your flat is merely anything special and far from ready for unexpected guests. But the sharp curiosity gleaming in your student's eyes holds no judgement and for that you apprrciate him all the more.

"You hungry?" You ask while settling him down at your tiny dinner table compact enough to fit snuggly up to your kitchen counter.

Hoisuke purses his lips in thought and you swear he's learnt this facial expression from observing his father, "hm yeah. A little bit," before throwing you a sheepish grin.

So you whip up something simple; omelette rice with your special Korean chilli sauce as a sudden downpour splatters through the cityscape, the rain dancing to its own rhythm as it splatters over your windowpane. The TV plays in the background, a random cartoon that gets interrupted with Hoisuke's giggles and that ignites an affectionate smile on your lips as you chide himto eat. And you're not really sure why your chest feels tight and filled to the brim with comfort, but you realise you don't actually mind having the small human around that much.

Teachers aren't supposed to have favourites. But you admit to yourself that teachers are only human. And if you are to choose, Hoisuke would be one of yours.

"Miss Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?" Hoisuke's voice pierces through your thoughts and as you blink down at him, you shake your head, "no, I'm single as a pringle."

"You are not married then."

"No I'm not."

"Great!" Hoisuke jumps up on his seat, eyes twinkling with mischief, "then do you want to marry daddy?"

"What?" You laugh out, "it doesn't work that way Hoisuke."

"But I like you miss Y/N," he replies with the seriousness of a child wanting his way, "You'd be a great mum. Can you be my mum?"

"Oh gosh kiddo," your hand reachea out to ruffle his hair, heart twisting at how easily he leans into your touch, "I'd love to be your mum, but--"

"Then marry my dad," Hoisuke's mumble is muffled against your side. He unconsciously snuggles up to you and you caress the top of his head down to his nape, "daddy likes you too. He really likes you. You make him happy. He laughs a lot when you're around, and he doesn't get sad like he usually does when Mama is here."

"But that would be unfair to your mum wouldn't it?" You say softly, "you can't have two mums. She'll be upset."

There's a slight pause where you can see the cogs turning in his brain, "yeah," he says eventually, "but I don't really like going to Mama's anyway--"

The sound of your doorbell jolts you both to attention. You give Hoisuke's head one more ruffle before getting up to unlock the door.

Only to come face to face with none other than Hoisuke's mother.

You blink. Once. Twice. Unconsciously taking a step back.

She's pretty. Prettier up close, with those feline cat eyes and that full mouth that renders any man crazy. Standing a few inches higher than you, there is no doubt as to why Iwaizumi had fallen for her charms in the first place. She looks like the kind of woman that would still be elegant even dressed in a mechanician's uniform.

"H-Hello," your eyes dart from hers to a blank spot on the wall opposite, "can I help?"

"Where's Hoisuke?" Her voice is smooth, yet hard enough to make you wince.

"I--" your mind races. Isn't Iwaizumi supposed to pick him up? And how the hell does she know where you live?

She seems to read your face as she says, "I saw you with my son leaving the school. You're his...teacher, aren't you? I was waiting to pick him up."

"I thought Iwaizumi-san--"

"I don't need a reason to see my son," she arches her brows at you in a way that makes you want to crawl under a carpet and hide.

"Mama?" Hoisuke's voice floats from behind you, a tentative waver of nervousness as you hear him pad up to the door.

"Does Iwaizumi-san know you're picking him up?" You hope your tone is diplomatic, but the way her body tenses proves you otherwise, "You can tell him Hoisuke's with his mother," she nods at her child, "now come on Hoisuke. Let's go home."

Maybe feeling the tension in the air, Hoisuke merely shrinks back, "but it's Daddy that picks me up."

"Yes well, Daddy's not here now is he?" She gestures aggressively towards him, "now come on."

"Maybe we should wait until Iwaizumi-san gets here," you try to smooth things over, "he's on his way--"

"Don't tell me what to do with my child," Mizune snaps and without warning, grabbing hold of Hoisuke's arm before pulling him out of the flat. He resists.

"Mama no, let's wait for Daddy--"

"Daddy isn't coming. Now stop being so difficult," she doesn't relent against the way her son twists and kicks at the ground while you stand there, mind blind with panic because you've never actually had to deal with such a situation before.

"Mama please!" Hoisuke cries out with a sob.

You want to move. You urge yourself to. But your feet won't budge. It's like you're rooted in place.

Hoisuke has started crying at this point and in an attempt to smoothen things out, you try again by saying, "I'm sure we can all calm down and talk this out. As a teacher, I cannot--"

"That's right," Mizune's feline pupils narrow down on you, making you flinch at the rage simmering through those dark orbs, "you're his teacher. And as a teacher, you should know how to keep your boundaries. You're not his mother and you never will be. So fucking stay out of my family's life."

The words burn as they etch themselves into memory and you can only watch, hand clutched to the door as Mizune drags her crying son away. His cries are loud enough that they bounce throughout the corridor and keeps resonating even when he's long gone, as you try to comb through the last fifteen minutes where everything has turned upside down.

Fucking stay out of my family's life.

Your brain reels. Your heart feels heavy. You don't know what to do, what to say.

And Mizune's words are as sharp as a knife.

Don't tell me what to do with my child.

A sob slowly catches the back of your throat, eyes slowly brimming with an onset of tears.

You're not his mother.

The truth hurts. You know that Hoisuke is not your child, know that all this time it's merely Iwaizumi and his son, and then you watching on the sidelines. But hearing the cold rejection thrust in your face hurts more than you'll admit.

You aren't quite sure how long you stand there gazing into the empty corridor as if if you will it hard enough, Hoisuke will come running back to you. It is only when a familiar alto reaches your ears that you snap back to attention:

"Y/N?"

Jerking at the sound and looking up to see none other than Iwaizumi, drenched and breathless, standing a few feet away from you, your breath hitches in warning.

He closes the distance between you, frowning upon noticing the tears at the corner or your eyes, "what's wrong? Where is Hoisuke--"

"I'm..." your eyes drop to the ground, "I'm sorry," your whimper is barely above a whisper and you feel him move closee, his hand gently grasping your arm.

"Y/N?" His voice is gentle, though ragged and breathy, "what happened?"

It's probably the gentlest he's ever been with you. Turning away to cup your mouth with your hand, your teeth clamp down onto your lower lip in hopes of keeping the emotion from spilling over.

"Mizune came," you murmur out, "she took Hoisuke home."

There's a sharp intake of breath on his part. A pause, "how did--"

"She followed us."

Iwaizumi lets out a sigh as he moves towards you and you stagger back to hide your tears, but it proves useless when his hand grasps your arm to pull your hand away.

Deep brown mocha meet yours. Your throat tightens.

"Sorry," you breathe out a forced chuckle but it's clear from Iwaizumi's face that he's spotted your tears, and that he just knows that there is something bothering you.

But he doesn't ask. Doesn't question your intent or your feelings.

Instead, he pulls you close, close enough you're stumbling into him, before his hand wounds around the back of your head and presses you against his shoulder.

It shocks you, the sudden intimacy of his touch. His citrus smell once again invades your space and you can't find it in yourself to keep on holding on before you break down.

Maybe it's because you had felt-- at this point in time -- that you were someone significant in Hoisuke and Iwaizumi's life that you're not crying into Iwaizumi's shoulder as if everything is going downhill in your life. But you're comforted by the casual way he holds you with his head turned away so that you can bury yourself in the crook of his collarbone.

"Sorry," you manage to mumble out after you've managed to calm down. He's moved you back into your flat and has sat you down onto your kitchen chair, having rummaged through your utensils to bring you a cup of water that you sip on gratefully, if only to act as a distraction from the way he's gazing at you.

Iwaizumi shakes his head silently, looks away and clears his throat, "I'm gonna call her. You good?"

You nod and after searching your face for a few more seconds, he slides out of his seat and walks away with the device already presses to his ear. Bowing your head and gulping down the rest of the water, you manage to block out his angry alto resonating through the compact space as you focus on regaining control of yourself. You rarely fall to pieces like that, rarely give in to the downward pull of your emotions because the nature of your job obliges you to.

"Y/N."

You jump involuntarily and look up to see the said man sporting a frown, "is Hoisuke okay?" You ask.

"He's fine," a sigh escapes his lips as he slides back into the chair as if there's a weight pressing down onto his shoulders, "I'll pick him up tomorrow after school."

You nod. Good, the last thing you need is for Hoisuke to be disrupted by problems that don't concern him.

When he speaks next though, his alto is hoarse and thick, "I'm sorry Y/N. You don't deserve to get in the middle of all this."

"It's okay."

His eyes pierce yours with burning hot intensity, causing your gaze to drop to your fists laying across the table, knuckles so tight they're turning white.

A bout of silence ensues, lest for the pounding in your heart while your thoughts take on a tumultous turn for the worse. What if Mizune is angry? What if she stops Hoisuke from coming to school altogether? What if she makes her child move just for the sake of keeping him away from his teacher who can't seem to keep her nose out of anyone's business? What if--

Warmth floods your hands so suddenly that it interrupts your train of thought. Head jerking up in surprise to see Iwaizumi's hands clasp yours, your blood suddenly pulses through your limbs upon feeling his thumb gently stroke over your knuckles.

Iwaizumi is not a man of words. That much you know, but this evening has been full of surprises for you both. So you force yourself to relax, almost enjoying the gentlest of his touches fluttering across your skin.

"How," your words are choked, "how angry is she?"

"That doesn't matter."

"But what if--"

"None of this is your fault, Y/N," he replies firmly, followed by a gentle squeeze, "whatever you have cooking in that head of yours, stop."

Nodding and sighing in defeat, you lapse into a more comfortable silence as the time dwindles on. It's different to have someone else occupying your flat, considering that you've gotten so used to living along after your horrible breakup. A good kind of different.

When you bid him goodbye that evening -- granted you shall wake up with dark circles and puffy eyes the next day -- he suprises you with another casual, one-armed hug which signifies so much more for the usually reserved man, Hoisuke's bag hanging loosely from the other. He holds you close, his grip strong and secure and making you wish you can melt in a puddle of warmth at his feet, while his cheek pillows atop your temple against the side of your head. You lean in, cozy and warm, while his heart beats underneath your ear like a gentle drum easing you of today's worries and you wish you have the willpower to keep yourself away, in vain.

He pulls away slightly, mutters a soft "night" before a ghost of a kiss imprints itself on your temple.

Your breath hitches but the moment is gone all too son. He's already swivelling around and making his way down the corridor, leaving you to stare after him with a wild, raging heart.

You know, without a doubt, that you're already a little too skin-deep.

----

Iwaizumi is furious. Filled to the brim with a rage that's threatening to bubble over his insides.

He'd gone round to fetch Hoisuke in the morning as promised, just managing to keep himself from knocking his ex-wife's double mahogany doors down only to be greeted by that stupid bastard who'd stolen his wife away.

Todoka had always roamed within the same circle of friends as Iwaizumi and Mixune, having met under the same dormitory roof and sharing common sports interests. So imagine how big of a slap it was to hear that he'd been the one stealing kisses and sharing soft subtle touches with his wife behind his back.

"I could've driven him if only you'd let me," Mizune had told him as they waited for Hoisuke to finish brushing his teeth. is ex-wife's familiar soprano made him tense. Her face was a cold mask of indifference that covered up her silent anger. She'd folded her arms, chin jutted out and lips pursed, "he's my son too, you know."

"Was he still your son when you went and fucked Todoka?"

She'd sighed. As if dealing with the tantrum of a child, "Why are you bringing this up again?"

"Because you never put him first. Not when he threw his tantrums, not when he cried for you. Not even when he was sick," Iwaizumi spat out, the words tasting bitter upon his tongue.

"I had issues Hajime, you know that--"

"Like what? Like we weren't good enough for you? Like I wasn't pulling myself apart while you were out for nights on end?" Iwaizumi would've continued with an onslaught of pent-up statements if his son hadn't spoken out:

"Daddy?"

"Hey bud," Iwaizumi's anger had deflated like a hot air balloon, "you ready to go?"

And so he packed his son up in the car, his ex-wife watching his every move, and just after he'd closed his vehicle door did Mizune mention something about you.

"Do you like her?"

He'd bristled, "none of your business."

"Hoisuke is my son," Mizune's eyes had hardened into steel, "I don't need anyone else filling up his head with stupid ideas, nor do I want him to get hurt--"

"Like you did?" The words were fire burning upon his tongue. His shoulders were squared as he faced her fully, "stop beating around the bush, Mizune. We both know you hate the fact that Hoisuke loves spending time with Y/N."

"That's not it, I--"

"Y/N has spent more time with Hoisuke in a week than you did in a month. She's wiped his tears more timesthat you've seen him cry," he swivels towards his car then, "are we done?"

"You're acting like a child."

"I'm not the one picking a fight because of some petty jealousy," Iwaizumi had snapped.

"I'm not jealous!" Mizune burst out, her patience finally wearing thin, "I'm trying to look out for him, for you! She's not right for you--"

"Don't. Talk about her like that,” Anger had flared at how dismissively she spoke of you, visible as his knuckles tightened and a vein throbbed in his forehead, "and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck out of my life."

He'd driven off without looking back, knowing full well he'd shocked her into silence and if he were to be honest with himself, that outburst had eased some of the knots in his stomach. Dealing with Hoisuke's anxiety after witnessing yet another argument though, that was something else.

"Daddy, I don't understand why you and Mama fight so much," Hoisuke finally finds his voice when they stop inside the school gtounds. His small chubby hand, fitting into Iwaizumi's large one, cling to him with more force than necessary as they make their way to his respective class.

"Your mama and I...have different opinions on things," Iwaizumi tries to explain, suddenly guilty that his son has to pick up all the broken pieces. Impulsively, he ruffles Hoisuke's locks, "don't worry."

And that's when his son stops in mid-walk, looks him dead in the eye, and tells him, "Mama doesn't like miss Y/N, does she?"

It's a different kind of slap, but he shouldn't have understimated the little five year old. Children know much more than they let on snd here's the proof of it.

Iwaizumi allows both his hands to clasp Hoisuke's shoulders and bends down until they are face to face, "hey," dark mocha meets lighter caramel tinged with a fear of a child desperate for a family that all his friends can take for granted, "that doesn't matter. Do you like miss Y/N?"

Hoisuke nods, eyes wet.

Iwaizumi's heart swells and he swears he doesn't ever want to see that expression on his son's face, not if he can help it.

"Then it doesn’t matter what your Mom tells you," he squeezes the child's shoulder for good measure, "no one can boss you around and tell you that you're not allowed to like who you like," he brushes a few hairs off Hoisuke's forehead, "not me, not even your mom. Got that?"

“Will we be able to invite miss Y/N again?” Hoisuke asks with a trembling bottom lip. 

“If you want to.” 

“Do you want to, daddy?” 

That question takes him by surprise, the familiar guilt lurching through his stomach as he tries to comb through an excuse to hide his growing feelings. 

Except, why does he have to hide in the first place? 

It takes a moment, before Iwaizumi nods, “yeah,” he murmurs gently with the softest of smiles, “I want to.” 

Hoisuke nods once more, which is shortly followed by lurching into Iwaizumi's arms as a sob echoes from his throat. His father holds him close, glad that the earlier tension from Hoisuke's has dissipated into relief for now.

What he doesn’t know though, is that you stand just a few feet away, body tucked into the corner of the wall and holding up your racing heart against your chest. 

------

The more you spend more time with the Iwaizumis, the more your heart gets invested in the coaxing warmth that makes up their family. You try to dismiss what you've overheard back in the school corridor but it's an itch you can't quite erase now that you've been exposed to Iwaizumi's feelings, which does nothing to stop the way your heart skips a beat whenever his gaze lingers upon yours for too long.

And you've taken notice. Or you think you do. Of how he sounds more gentle whenever he talks to you, how whenever you play hands they drift towards each other for a few extra seconds that causes your skin to tingle with warmth. How it is so goddamn easy to fall into this familiar routine of playing families with Hoisuke around like a human sunshine.

But there's still one thing nagging you. Which is why you corner him once you have tucked Hoisuke into bed on Saturday night, seeking him out on the small terrace tucked beside his kitchen that overlooks the glowing city lights.

"Can I ask you something?"

His gaze flits to yours. He nods.

Swallowing back the sudden knot of anxiety in your throat, your question comes out more like a soft proposition rather than a demand fot answers.

"I know it's none of my business, but-- I overheard you and Hoisuke a few days ago in the school corridor," your words are rushed and quick as you fold your arms over your chest, "did you and Mizune have a fight...about me?"

Iwaizumi shifts in your peripheral to face you, but your eyes adamantly find purchase onto the cement ledge splattered with dirt. For a split second, you wonder whether it wouldn't have been better to keep your mouth shut.

"What did you hear?" He asks quietly.

With a slow breath, you tell him what you've heard, underlining that this whole encounter was an accident.

"And from the way she acted when she saw me...well, it's not hard to put two and two together," you finish off in a mumble, then quickly adding, "look I--I don't want to come in-between you and your family. I just don't want Hoisuke to get hurt."

Surprise flits through his features. He regards you for a long moment, long enough that you feel like squirming underneath his gaze.

Then, taking you by surprise, he chuckles softly and shifts his elbows onto the edge of the terrace, "No wonder he likes you."

You blink at him. It suddenly feels a little too warm.

"None of this is your fault, Y/N," you wonder since when have the formalities dropped from Miss Y/N to just Y/N and decide that you like the way your name rolls off his tongue, "Mizune gets jealous over stupid shit and if she can't see someone else making her son happy then that's not our problem."

Your teeth unconsciously find purchase onto your lower lip, which he notices. That doesn't stop him from reaching over to press his thumb against your lower lip, "don't."

You freeze at the touch. His thumb is warm against your mouth, calloused and sending a series of tingles down your spine.

He must realize the intimacy of his touch, for he drops his hand away and mutters, "he's...livelier. when you're around. Happier, even. I've never seen him like that with his Mama."

"What about you?"

You feel like slapping yourself. The audacity coming out of your mouth surprises you and you swear your cheeks burst into flames.

Iwaizumi looks at you almost at the same time your pupils focus on his, causing your breath to hitch.

Why the hell can't you just keep your mouth shut?

Iwaizumi's voice is merely a murmur when he speaks next, deep and laced with a roughness.

"What about me?"

Your brain seems to turn to mush, "do you like having me around?" You hope you don't sound too pathetic.

Your heart almost stops at his next set of words.

"I do."

And there's that smile, barely there but enough that your own lips stretch to mirror his action. Until you realize you are smiling at him like a fool and quickly look away like you've just been burnt.

Something shifts in the air between you, spurred on by the way your eyes keep searching each other's with a growing tension that makes your skin rattle. Iwaizumi's frown is present, yet not unpleasant and you're not quite sure who moves, just that he's suddenly a little closer. Close enough you get a whiff of the citrus smell you've come to recognize as his own.

"Miss Y/N?"

Hoisuke's voice suddenly snaps you out of your daze. Quickly whipping around to see the said boy rubbing his eyes, a hand unconscioudly scratching his tummy, your entire countenance softens as he blinks up at you sleepily.

"I can't sleep," he mumbles out with sleep still in his eyes, "can you come back to bed with me?"

"Yeah sure," you're already on your way over to him, scooping the child up in your arms. He takes this chance to bury his face into the crook of your neck, sighing contently.

You turn back to his father, a dark silhouette against the bright landscape, "I'll be right back."

But Hoisuke surprises you by saying, "you too, Daddy."

Iwaizumi stills, "what?"

"Come to bed too, Daddy."

For one single moment, it's like time stops. You can't see Iwaizumi's face but a moment later he straightens and walks over, nodding at you when he's close enough. You don't realize your heart is besting like a hummingbird until you hear it throbbing through your chest as you try squeezing into Hoisuke's bed, you in the corner and his father barely hanging onto the edge, Hoisuke squished in-between.

It's like an instinct for the boy to latch onto your shirt. He turns to burrow himself into the curve you've made with your body, facing Iwaizumi who is half-sitting, half-lying down in an angle that surely isn't comfortable.

So you decide to point it out to him, patting the bed for good measure in hopes that he doesn't notice the warm flush of your neck.

"It's okay," your whisper tickles Hoisuke's hair, "it's only until he falls asleep."

He hesitates, before you see his head nod and he slides his body a little closer, chest curving into Hoisuke's back and close enough for you to get bathed in his warmth.

He smells good. He looks good. God. Why does he look so damn good?

Stop! You squeeze your eyes shut aa if that might help your racing thoughts, and you are so caught up in your own head that you almost miss the gentle brush of Iwaizumi's fingers against your shoulder.

You tense up right before realizing that his action is intentional. Your shoulders slowly relax, a shaky exhale escaping your lips as he takes the chance to linger over your arm a little longer, before falling away onto the mattress.

You fall asleep that night listening to not just Hoisuke's, but Iwaizumi's heartbeat. 

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It's pie. And sorry if I'm bothering you with this omegaverse stuff but. Please could I get a highschool Eden, breeding/ knotting/ marking the tiny omega feminine PC from before infront of a beta Leighton who thought he could take them away. Bonus if Bailey is pinning them down and making him watch by force

NEVER apologise for giving me an excuse to write Eden knotting the PC. It is always the time to write Eden knotting the PC. Also, anyone for the headcanon of demisexual Bailey?

NSFW below

You're covered in marks everyday. Eden's marks, to be specific. In a shithole like this, it was important for an alpha to mark their omega, so that others wouldn't get the wrong idea.

Especially with how pretty your are. How your hips attract glances, people watching your lips as you talk, sniffing the air around you when you go into pre-heat. But Eden had made it abundantly clear you belonged to him.

So then why was fucking Leighton hovering over you at lunch, sitting unreasonably close and trying to touch you. Can't he fucking see you pulling away? Can't that fucking beta smell how uncomfortable you are? Eden can, his nose sensitive to your scent.

"You gonna do anything about that?" Bailey asks from next to him, and Eden grunts. Marching over, he pulls you up by the arm, not caring if you spilt you drink and pulls you into his arms.

"Are you stupid, Leighton? This one's taken," he seethes, growl rising in his throat when the cocky bastard smirks.

"Oh? You must be a terrible alpha then, everyone knows how scared of you they are," the slimy beta lounges in his seat as you look up at Eden panicked.

"I've never said that!" you yelp out, clutching Eden's arm and giving him a pleading look.

He knows that. He knows you love him, knows that you're his little omega. You always have been.

"Come on," he says picking up your tray and bringing you to sit in between him and Bailey across the cafeteria. Bailey ruffles your hair as you sit and Eden allows it. He knows Bailey has his eyes on money rather than sex, anyways.

You snuggle into his side while you eat, but he can't bring himself to calm down. This was the third time he'd caught Leighton getting touchy, something had to be done about it.

When you get up to clear your tray he turns to Bailey, face stern.

"You free after school?"

You're content as you walk with Eden, arm wound around his. He said he needed help with something, dragging you towards the English room after your final lesson (which he had mysteriously missed), but you know him well enough to know you're about to get wrecked.

He's been tense since lunch, Leighton's comments probably running though his head and fueling his paranoia. No matter how much you tried to tell your mate that he was the only one, doubts could settle in easily. And he got like this, possessive and horny. Not that you were complaining.

He leads you in, pulling at your uniform and revealing your hole, never one to beat around the bush. All you can do is bend over the desk he pins you to, sighing when he slides a finger into your slick heat. Juices begin to gather as he fingers you, your moans muffled by your hands covering your mouth. People were still passing by in the corridors, it wouldn't do to be heard. Even though they could probably smell the arousal coming from both of you.

You're on the verge of cumming when the door flies open, making you yelp and cover yourself. It's Bailey, dragging in a very beat up Leighton. Blood pools from the dark haired student's nose, clothes ripped and stained, gag in his mouth and arms bound by some old rope.

Eden pins you back down to the desk before you can ask what's going on, Bailey forcing Leighton to kneel as he kicks the door closed.

"This one's mine," Eden growls into your ear as he starts pushing his cock into your wet hole. You can barley move with his weight pressing into your back, only able to gasp at how full you feel.

Bailey takes out a cigarette and lights it up, kicking Leighton to the floor as he does so.

"What kind of delusional twat do you have to be to think you have a chance there?" Bailey questions, taking a drag. "Those two have been mated since the start, you know? Ever since they both presented."

Bailey would know, he was there in the room when your heat had struck, violently being wrestled away by Eden who had claimed you without hesitation.

You scrunch your eyes shut, half from pleasure, half from the embarrassment of being taken in front of others. Eden pulls your hands from your mouth, kissing your neck as he roughly thrusts in and out, always hitting that one spot. It was hard for him to miss any parts of your insides, cock so big you always felt full to the brim.

"Let me hear you, love. Let that slimy toad know exactly who makes you feel like this."

You sob out, unable to hold in the sounds from how intense it all feels. You can feel his knot building, catching on your walls as he pulls out.

"That's it, say my name," Eden encourages you, bending over to places kisses on your neck.

Leighton looks furious on the floor, trying to get up only to be kicked in the gut again by Bailey. Grasping the beta's hair, Bailey forces him to look, blowing smoke into his face.

Your tiny body rocks against the desk with every thrust, voice calling out Eden's name as your orgasm builds. You look absolutely fucked out, like your were having the best time of your life getting impaled on the cock of that delinquent.

You would be much better off with Leighton, the beta thinks. Leighton has money. Has excellent grades. Doesn't dissappear into the woods and behave like a feral caveman. But here you are begging for that brute to knot you.

Eden's knot pushes past your entrance, snuggly fitting and making him grind into your hole instead of thrusting. It takes only one or two grinds for you to cum, whimpering and writhing as you try to milk him to completion.

It works, warm feeling of his seed filling you up familiar and soothing. For good measure, Eden pulls you up into his chest, teeth digging into the sent glands on your neck while his cock empties inside you.

Your mate pulls you into his lap as he sits on one of the seats behind the desk, bodies joined together for the next however long it would take. He kisses your forehead, gently whispering praise to you while you catch your breath.

You hide your face in his chest, embarrassed at the audience now that you were coming down from your high. Especially since Bailey had watched - ew he was like a brother to you. At least you can tell he hadn't gotten turned on.

Speaking of, the smoker begins rifling through Leighton's pockets, pulling out a wallet and taking all the money within. Its rather a lot for a student.

"Hope you learned your lesson," Bailey takes one last drag of the cigarette before crushing it under his feet. A nod from Eden has him taking Leighton by the collar and sitting him up.

Eden stretches his legs a little, making you shuffle to keep the knot from moving and hurting you.

"You're gonna leave them alone now, or we'll do more than take your money and bloody your nose. Your parents know about that little photo collection in your locker?"

Leighton's eyes fly wide at Eden's threat, muffled yell angry behind the gag.

Your mate strokes your hair as Bailey starts to drag Leighton from the room, almost lulling you to sleep as he kisses you again.

"Good omega."

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COMMISSION: Joker/Akira/Ren x Reader Part 1

Thank you to the client for commissioning me! This is gonna be a long one! I love Joker and Persona 5 is my second favorite fandom after Danganronpa! Exctied to be working on this.

Around 2.6k words, SFW, SLOW BURN romance friends to lovers, gender neutral reader, anyone can enjoy it and place themselves as the reader! - Admin Myah

Shujin Academy could be silent as the grave in the earliest hours of the morning, and yet seem so deafening. It was almost guaranteed that at least thirty new rumors were spreading throughout the student body at any given time, and the overwhelmingly hostile environment that created made the air heavy. With all the teenage angst, hormones, hatred, circles of venomous malice, it was no wonder so many loners could be spotted on academy grounds. That’s just how it was at Shujin: you either had a clique, or you had no one. It was no surprise, then, that you simply kept your head down, minded your business, and got to know no one. Miraculously, though, gossip abound about you still, at least two or three preposterous examples of hearsay and stories. But hey, what could you do? That was in all actuality, pretty low for a single Shujin student. God help the students who actually did make their opinions known, express themselves through clothing and cosmetics, and dared to swim against the current.

You shuffled through the first floor, the absolute blandness of that April morning perpetuating your usual routine: arrive at Shujin, check your locker, scribble down any notes and ideas that came to you in your dreams last night to put into your next short story, and of course check for new posts in the group chat, where your only friends resided. You wouldn’t be caught dead associating with anyone here at the school, it would simply be mental and social suicide, and quite frankly, you didn’t have the constitution for that.

Peeking up for a split second to avoid any collisions, you quickly slid to the left and ducked into a nearby alcove, successfully escaping the gaze of the oncoming wall of muscle and testosterone that was Coach Kamoshida, the plague of Shujin Academy. It was the best case scenario that Kamoshida remained ignorant to one’s very existence, for even those on his good side suffered the consequences. He strode by, shoulders wide and chest puffed out, scanning the halls for girls to harass or boys to intimidate, and once the coast was clear and he was a safe distance away, his back facing you, you dipped back out of the rather dusty corridor and back into the light, immediately slipping back into an almost mechanical daily ritual. It took mere seconds: phone screen unlocked, group chat opened, notebook slipped snuggly back under armpit.

“C’mon, man!” An obnoxiously loud voice rang out above the typical tinnitus-like buzz of the hallway, and suddenly your shoulder was thrust forward, body flying to the ground with a forceful shove on the shoulder.

“Aaagh!” Your voice cracked as your knees buckled and you collided roughly with the wooden panels below, your smartphone soaring out of your grip and clinking against the floor. Thank goodness your notebook was safe, at the very least. People gasped and turned to look at the spectacle, including Kamoshida himself, who’d just reached the end of the hall.

“Sakamoto! I see you running in the halls again, I’ll write you up!” He just always had to say something, let the general student body know he was in charge. He cared far more about sounding rough and tough than making sure the student who was just steam-rolled was uninjured. He pointed directly at you and the student that had just dashed by, effectively pummeling you to the ground with a shoulder check. You looked up and just ahead of you, Ryuji Sakamoto was pivoting on one foot, ignoring Kamoshida’s threat entirely to catch his breath and look down at his victim, splayed across the floor.

Ryuji Sakamoto, now that was one of those students mentioned earlier, the kind that dyed his hair, customized his uniform, and didn’t take shit from anyone. He was a pariah, pretty much the opposite of the teacher’s pet… teacher’s pest more like. Sakamoto was the subject of many falsehoods and conjectures, and he was sure to be trouble for anyone associated…

You looked him up and down, halting your unflattering and socially-altered thoughts in their tracks. Didn’t wanna become the very thing you hated. There was no reason to judge Ryuji without first-hand proof.

“Woah! My bad, sorry dude!” He held up one hand submissively, but unfortunately, just as with Kamoshida,  it seemed that you were not his main concern either. Huffing and puffing from the sprint, he looked past you to another male student who was hot on his trail, but this one looked… different.

You’d gone to Shujin Academy for all of your high-school career. It was your third and final year before graduation, and you knew of Sakamoto well enough, but this kid was a mystery… was he new here? He must’ve been. You knew at least the face of every student here in some way or another just through Shujin’s own little eternal game of telephone, and not by any choice of your own. You actively removed yourself from the local goings-on. Was it his first day here, you wondered. Why hadn’t you heard gossip about him yet, especially looking the way he did?

Beauty was a curse - much like any other feature that stood out - at Shujin Academy. If you were too pretty or handsome, you must be sexually promiscuous. On the other hand, if you were too ugly, too nerdy, too quiet, you probably picked your nose and read hentai on the train. There was no winning in this soul-crushing wasteland. Unfortunately for this new-comer, he was outrageously gorgeous.

“Gah, sorry about that…” he sighed, slowing his pace as he passed you by, plucking your phone up from the ground and offering you his hand. You took it and stood with his help. A quick tug and you were to your feet, dusting off your uniform and thanking him for his assistance. “Yeah, no problem… Ryuji’s just… a bit eager I suppose” he chuckled. “Luckily, no cracks!” He turned your phone around in his hand before placing it back into yours.

“Isn’t that the transfer student??? I heard he nearly killed a man!” One random NPC-esque shithead whispered from behind.

“Oh God, figures that freak would gravitate to the new freak…” another responded.

Ah…  and there it was. Why did fate hate you so much that it chose you as Sakamoto’s door mat on this day? You truly must have been fortune’s fool.

“Yeah, good thing…” You eyed the boy before you, taking in what you could of the new student before the short exchange was over, from his face to the delicate yet thick veins protruding from his lithe hands.

He was tall and thin, and would even be considered lanky if not for the lean muscle that lined his frame. He seemed to be better off than the average teen, sporting almost no blemishes or imperfections on his smooth skin. A black, messy mop of hair that looked soft to the touch sat upon his head, falling into his eyes and over the dark frames of his distinct spectacles. These spectacles did nothing to hide the true elegance that gleamed in the eyes behind them. They were a muted, soft grey that was beautifully simple and clean. His uniform was neat and tidy - as opposed to his blonde and brash acquaintance’s - with his pristine white turtleneck gently blanketing a quite prominent Adam’s apple and his school jacket buttoned and ironed perfectly. Lower down, his plaid slacks concealed thighs that strained against the fabric and long legs that ran down into some very - yet again - flawless dress shoes. Yep, that was a brand new uniform, sure enough.

And a brand new student… he just might make a good subject, a new inspiration for your writing, an aura unmarred by the stain this place put on one’s soul. Your opinion of him was fresh, it was new, unaltered, unbiased, and he really was quite beautiful… your mind played with the thought.

“Ah… sorry about this,” he spoke, taking in the whispers all around you, “I probably just ruined your reputation, what with being seen with me an’ all,” he sighed and laughed breathily, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He must’ve been keen to the ways of Shujin already, which was super sad in its own right. “I’m Akira by the way,” he held out a hand, and you shook it hesitantly.

“Eh, doesn’t really bother me. It’s (Y/N), nice to meet you. Sorry you’re feeling the Shujin warm welcome.” That first part was only partly true, but the last half was genuine.

“Anyway…” his voice shook you back out of your contemplative reverie, and you came back to reality to find him also looking you over. Oh right… you were new to him as well… “I gotta go, Ryuji is kind of impatient, I’ve found.”

“Hey! Am not!” Ryuji retorted, brows furrowing before he ran off. Akira’s eyes rolled playfully, before he smiled, waved, and sped off.

You nodded, and quickly pulled out your phone, rushing to the glass doors leading to the courtyard. Anything to get out of the spotlight and harsh crowd of stares, plus, you had a sparkling new idea filling up your cranium, and artistic inspiration could not be wasted. Finding one of the benches placed for student recreation, you set down your school bag and impatiently scrambled for your favorite pen, throwing open your notebook.

“Oh, shoot!” You’d gotten ahead of yourself in all the excitement. Placing the moleskin down, you picked up your phone, hands trembling just a bit, and messaged you friends before anything else. They just had to hear about this.

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 (Y/N) 9:55 am: Guys guys guys!!!

 Itsuki 9:56 am: What do you want?

 Rin 9:56 am: ???

 Megumi 9:57 am: Shouldn’t you be in class?

 (Y/N) 9:57 am: Shut up I have a free period just listen

You know how I’ve been having writer’s block?

 Rin 9:58 am: Ya

 (Y/N) 9:58 am: Well I just met this new kid, and ideas just started FLOWING.

 Itsuki 9:59 am: Yeah

 Megumi 9:59 am: Yeah we remember nerd

Oh that’s great!

Wait what do you mean?

New kid?

Only we can have you 😭 Don’ go switching up on us. Shujin is

toxic anyway.

 (Y/N) 10:01 am: No no no It’s not like we’re friends, I just met him is all

You know you’re my one and only bby 😘

 Itsuki 10:01 am: New kid???

 Megumi 10:01 am: 😎

 Itsuki 10:02 am: Gross

Also what about me!!!!

 Rin 10:02 am: Me too 😡😡😡

 (Y/N) 10:03 am: You two know you’re included in that???? 🤔🙄

Anyway just listen

I think he may be good inspo for my main character!!!

I was stuck looking for a unique look or face claim or something

But he seems nice enough and he’s good looking!

 Itsuki 10:05 am: You got a crush? Awww I’m telling 😏😏😏😏

 (Y/N) 10:05 am: I swear it’s like we haven’t been friends for years…

You know me, PLEASE don’t be gross

Writing purposes ONLY

 Megumi 10:06 am: I thought you were stuck on the CONTENT, not characters and shit

 (Y/N) 10:06 am: Both!!!! But he’s perfect for the look of my protag

 Itsuki 10:06 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

 Megumi 10:07 am: Well I’m happy for you

STOP

 Itsuki 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

 Rin 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

 (Y/N) 10:08 am: I can see this conversation isn’t going to be productive 

LMAO you’re assholes

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 You tucked your phone into your pocket and once again picked up your notebook. Scrawling down some of the details you knew about Akria: his looks, the sound of his voice, the way he carried himself, you quickly became aware that you knew far too little… or rather

 You wanted to know more.

 Standing, you packed your things and set out to find him again…

 Not in the creepy way! You thought to yourself, trying to justify this uncharacteristic choice of yours to actually reach out to someone in real life, to maybe… try to make… friends? You stood there, brows furrowed and a small frown on your face, pondering your options.

“Oh well, all artists must suffer for their work!” You resolved a little too promptly to try to force another encounter with the new kid. He seemed to be special, unique. He seemed to be well aware of the social hierarchy of Shujin, and have a distaste of it at least. Maybe he wouldn’t be… so bad?

Making up your mind, you spent your free period not writing of romance and rebellious characters, but searching for that fluffy-headed newfound hero to your story, however ghoulish and greasy that made you appear. You truly were becoming that “reads-hentai-on-the-train” and stalks cute boys freak your peers thought people like you were, weren’t you?

To your surprise (though maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising with the volume of Sakamoto’s voice) you soon found the gaggle of second-years, model-status beauty Ann Takamaki now added to their number, standing next to the stairs on the third floor, looking quite conspicuous to boot. Noting the suspicious air around the three, you pulled back, hiding behind the corner leading down the next hall. They seemed on edge... maybe now wasn’t the best time to make friends…?

You felt something thump in your chest. Your shoulders sank subconsciously. It felt a little disappointing, disheartening in a way you couldn’t explain. It was a bit intimidating: Ryuji the loudmouth with a temper, the hottest girl in the school, and the cute new kid. You sighed, this was why you never tried to make friends in the first place. Why had you even gotten your hopes up?

These irrational feelings of self-doubt clouded your heart, your head knowing better of course. It was hard to fight thoughts like these, especially for someone like you. On the precipice of making up your mind, deciding to give up and scrap the new novel idea altogether, you were jolted to attention by the sound of shoes scuffling and scrambling up the stairs.

Students aren’t really allowed on the rooftop during school hours unless accompanied by a teacher or given express permission, your thoughts swarmed. Maybe they didn’t know? No, there’s no way. There’s a possibility Akira didn’t know, but Ann and Ryuji had been here for two years... What were they up to?

Your nosiness was regrettably getting the better of you, and you slithered over, careful to pad your steps and tread softly. You didn’t even know what you’d do once you’d cornered the trio on the roof, didn’t know what you’d say. What was there to say? You were never too good with words, that is those not written on paper. Your heart beating out of your chest, you climbed the narrow stairwell and threw open the doors to the roof.

“Huh?” You looked around, dumbfounded. “Hello?” The rooftop area was not that large, all parts of it visible from the door.

There was no one to be found.

“What the hell?” You step forward, thinking you must have been the subject of some prank, but no, upon looking around, all three students were gone without a trace. No school bags, no lunch boxes, no uniform pieces, nothing. Akira, Ryuji, and Ann, all vanished into thin air. There were no hiding spots, none big enough for three people at least. It was dead silent, and only the door you currently guarded provided an exit off of the roof. Your mind wanted to wander to darker places, but if they’d have jumped, there surely would’ve been a commotion either during or shortly after. Frantically, you looked around, feeling like you were going crazy.

“What the fuck?” You pressed the palm of one hand to your forehead, sitting on the ground and crossing your legs.

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Brightly Shone The Moon That Night. A Dark-Cream Christmas story.

The following is a slice of life story about my Dark-Cream family at Christmas. It exists in a universe different to @zu-is-here​ cannon. In this universe positive emotions are not fatal to Shattered so Cross and Dream didn't rush to break the curse. It splits off around 'things will never be the same' or 'the price of happiness'. The twins were created before the last 3 chapters of Dark-Cream were drawn. Any changes to the story or changes to the characters should be accepted as being part of an alternative timeline. Thank you. Enjoy. Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and joku blog. Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii. This design for shattered is based off the one by @zu-is-here and the Dark-Cream story is also by @zu-is-here​. Most of the Story will be under the cut.

"isn't this a bit much?" the gloopy one said, as his partner wrapped a scarf around his neck.

"nope" the former guard replied "can't have you getting frost bite my love"

Dream simply rolled his eyes. "but I can't really get cold? Or even hot for that matter"

"what are you talking about? you're always hot" Cross replied with a sly smile. This earned a confused look from the smaller skeleton, as Cross carefully tied the scarf and gently folded it under Shattered's jacket. Though it became clear to Cross that Dream had twigged what he'd meant a moment later, evident by the creeping gold blush spreading across his face.

The golden guardian playful punched Cross in the shoulder. "Shush you, keep in clean in front of the little ones"

At that Cross couldn't help but smile and turn his head to his two daughters. The two were in their cot, all dressed in snuggly winter clothes, waiting for their Dad's to be done getting ready. Celest was dressed in a cosy jumper with a little bobble hat, while Luna wore a full bodied coat. Their consistent look of confusion and wonder changed into toothless smiles when their dad looked at them. (idk how teething works for skeletons..... Teeth magically form or something......also tbh they should start teething soon) it warmed Cross' soul.

His attention was drawn back to dream by the sound of metal being placed down on wood. He looked to him, seeing that he'd removed his crown band and set down on the bedside table. Dream then sighed and sagged his shoulders. "it.... It feels wrong not having something on my head"

Cross chuckled.

The 4 of them where taking a trip out today. This was something both Dream and Cross had agreed was a good idea.

Cross' eye lights travelled back to the little ones. They seemed so innocent right now, as if recent events hadn't happened. As if the last two weeks hadn't been difficult to get through.

Celest's code had been burning her a lot, to the point where she'd screamed when either of them had tried to hold her, or even touch her. As for Luna, her throat had become clogged with more gloop then ever before. So much Shattered had to use a tentacle to pull some of it out. She had surely been 5 seconds from suffocating.

It had been a fortnight of sleepless nights, screaming babies and a large amount of arguing. The stress of the situation had pushed them very far apart. Many things had been said, old wounds jabbed at, tears shed. But after a lot of long talks they had sorted out each fight. They were a lot stronger then some petty arguments. There was no room in their relationship for emotional strain......not anymore. The two loved each other, it had just been a difficult time.

In recent days, the twins seemed to have recovered to a stable state. Back to the laughing, smiling, Cow lovers. Cross never thought he'd be so happy that they'd started playing with their cow collection again.

After a long talk with his finance, the two concluded that they'd all been stuck in the void space for way to long. Even with the few rooms and furniture, it's not like there was much to do there and a serious cabin fever had developed. So while the twins were in a good place, they had to take the opportunity to spend some time together as a family.

Cross once again looked back at his partner. Only to need to do a double take. Dream was wearing a hat now. A festive white one with golden stripes running across it. It was reminiscent of a classic Santa hat, other then the colours. The fabric had black stains in several places due to where Dream had touched it. Though despite that Cross recognised it all to well. To his dismay, he felt his face slowly get warm. Their first kiss.

He could remember it clearly in his mind, the mistletoe, the hotel, Gaster sniggering in the corner. But mostly, Dream. The sweet, positive skeleton from back then was very different to the one who stood before him now. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Remembering that day caused his blush to darken. It had truly been one of the most embarrassing, but best days of his life. Though a part of him wondered how Dream still had the hat. After everything, the hat had been saved.

"you've still got that hat?" he said, in a half teasing tone.

Shattered smirked at Cross' flushed face "of course, so many good memories".

A stream of positivity ran through him and with it, it brought a sudden, but expected twinge in his soul. It was a sharp pain, like a knife being slowly pressed in. Dream tried to ignore it but he visually flinched causing Cross to come over.

"positivity again Dreamboat?" he questioned.

Dream nodded "it's alright, I'm used to it" The guardian sensed some sadness from Cross, even if he kept a natural face.

"I'm OK Crossy, promise!"

Cross sighed and gently kissed Shattered's forehead. "if you say so my love"

With that he walked back over to the twins so that he could get their carriers. Dream sighed slightly. It was strange seeing Cross in an outfit different to his guard uniform. So much so that Dream already kind of missed it, not that Cross didn't look handsome is what he was currently wearing.

The last time the family had left the void to go shopping, (which is really a story in itself) they had been stared at from all angles. Every man, women and child. Monster or human, had taken part in watching them. Like animals in a zoo. Cross had insisted that it was the twins they were staring at, since his children were so beautiful that of course people would stare. But in the end both him and Dream knew the real reason.

They were staring at them.

He couldn't really blame them though, how often do you come across a monster with heterochromia wearing what was best described as fancy dress, accompanied by a slime covered skeleton in heels and a crown? Many things had changed since the apple incident, but people staring as he passed had not.

Today they both wanted a peaceful day with their babies, so they had opted to wear more normal clothes. Cross had traded his normal cape and jacket for a puffy white winter coat which he wore a red jumper under. Dream had opted for something similar, though a deep brown colour as to not show the stains so much. It felt odd being in a new outfit, but also very nice. There was only so long someone could take being in tight trousers and shirts with big collars.

The former guard straightened up, clutching a harness in his hands.

"these were definitely a good buy" he said, as he walked back to Dream.

Dream raised an eyebrow "did you really 'Buy' them Cross?" he said is a inquisitive tone.

Cross' body tensed and his partner gave him an sharp stare. Even without his emotion sensing ability, Dream could read Cross like a book.

"uhhhhhhh.......yes?"

"sure" Dream replyed, with slight amusement in his voice.

A nervous chuckle came from Cross. "look they were a good thing to get ok?....... Very helpful for the little ones"

Dream gave him an unsure nod. He still wasn't exactly well versed in child care, so he wasn't really sure what these harnesses where even for yet. Since he figured that the answer was probably obvious, he didn't ask.

"want me to help you get it on?" Cross asked, raising an eyebrow. Shattered wasn't the only one who could easily read his partner.

Shattered said nothing but nodded. His golden blush reappeared when Cross started to run his hands across and around his body to get the harness into place. His soul gave a tiny learch for a moment, but not one of pain.

He knew there was a part of him that wanted Cross to touch his soul again, It had been such a close experience for them both and had brought about a lot of pleasurable feelings. It was truly something he wanted to experience again. A feeling he almost craved. But he knew all to well, as his eye sockets fixed onto the cot to his right, that the potential consequences made it impossible. He was just going to have to live with these unmet desires. Just as he was sure that Cross lived with similar ones.

"there all done"

Dream jumped. Snapped out of his thoughts by his future husband's voice.

Now the harness was all attached. Not too tight, but not too lose. He could see that he now had a pocket on his chest which he guessed the baby sat in. Clever. It was kind of like a kangaroo pouch.

Cross strapped a identical carrier around his own chest and walked over to the babies cot to collect his daughters.

Luna smiled wide at the sight of him. The older skeleton matched her smile and slowly picked his child up. Luna giggled and kicked her tiny feet out as he did. Her tentacle flickered around the corners of her mouth as she laughed. Cross could feel his own joy fill him at the sight. But he nullified it for his partner's sake.

Speaking of which, he turned back to Dream.

"you wanna take Celly or Lu Lu?" he asked.

"I'll take Luna" the smaller skeleton replied "since you are already holding her". He held his arms out in an awkward, slightly unsure way.

Cross gave a soft, knowing smile "Its OK Dreamboat, I'll help you get her in the carrier"

Shattered sighed, irritated by his own incompetence and nodded.

With that Cross carefully attempted to slip the wriggling baby into her carrier. Which wasn't easy, as she cheerfully shifted her legs around. In fact Cross had a slightly hard time keeping hold of her.

After much difficulty, Cross managed to feed her legs through the leg holes and sit her safely inside. The whole time, Dream remained mostly still, he didn't want to do anything in case he ended up hurting Luna.

Once she was buckled in, Cross took a slow step back to admire his handy work. Luna bounced excitedly in her carrier and her Papa looked almost comically uncomfortable by all her movement.

"do you want me to take her Day Dream?" Cross said, upon noticing Dreams unease around the wiggling baby. Dream shook his head "no, its fine" he replied as he relaxed his shoulders. "you get Celest and we can go"

Cross gave a nod and turned back to the cot. As he went to pick up his slightly younger daughter, he noticed that she had in fact fallen asleep. Cross sighed - not again....

For most parents, the time when the children slept was a time of bliss, and after a fortnight of little sleep, Cross almost agreed. But his child had a habit of falling asleep suddenly and for long periods. Dream had told him that when this happened her energy levels were low, showing that her body couldn't regulate itself fully.

With another sigh, Cross carefully picked up the sleeping baby and slipped her into the carrier. It was very hard to wake her when she was like this, but he was still extra careful. Not waking a sleeping baby was basically a universal law, though he would have to if she was asleep to long. After double checking that she was safely inside and her head was supported, he walked back over to Dream.

"any particular preference for an au Dream boat?" he asked

Shaking his head, Dream replied "Not really, just try and get a pacifist timeline"

With a nod, Cross extended his arm. There was a spark of magic at his figure tips and his knife materialised. He dragged it through the air in a fluid motion, as he did it split the air as if it where a piece of cloth. It was a causal splitting of space and time. Simple.

Luna watched her dad with a look of wonder. Her silver eyes where wide and bright.

"gahhhhh daaaaag" she cooed and reached for him.

Cross glanced back at her with a smile "just you wait Princess, when you are older I'll teach you how to do this"

These words hung heavily in the air for a moment, as Cross carefully finished opening the portal. The same thing was on both Cross and Dreams minds.

If you get older.

With a sigh and a snap of his fingers, the knife was gone and the portal was open.

"After you" Cross said, stooping into a slight bow and winking at his fiancé.

Dream covered his mouth with his hand and fake giggled. "Oh what a gentleman" he said with a large smile across his face before walking forward and entering the portal.

The first thing that hit Dream as he reached the other side, was a cold crisp breeze. The chill made him feel grateful that he was wearing his boots, even if they were old and an obnoxious shade of yellow.

The breeze blew lightly causing Luna to shiver. There was no wind in there home, so this brought a welcome change to Shattered. He took a deep breath into his non existent lungs.

It was evening. Strange? He figured that their sense of time must have been thrown out a little. They did live in a void after all. However it was a pleasant evening, with sky littered with stars and a full moon.

Shattered allowed himself to bask in the fresh air for a while, as he heard footsteps behind him and the portal close.

"Oh it's good to be outside again" came Cross' voice from behind.

With a nod, Shattered turned around to face his partner. Luna wriggled more in her carrier, looking around at all the new things she'd never seen before.

"someone is excited" Cross said, leaning down and kissing his daughter on the forehead. She giggled and very nearly headbutt him as he did. Chuckling, he pulled away.

The guard looked around "looks like we're in a small town... If I had to guess its the surface"

The two of them started to look around, trying to find something to engage with. It wasn't long before they spotted something.

Both skeletons attention was caught by something in the near distance. A large crowd of people. Among them were people in hats, jumpers and coats, carrying bags and cups of hot drinks. A vast amount of stalls and stands were among them, not to mention fur trees in fancy dress and lights. Hundreds and hundreds of lights.

"a Christmas Market!" Dream said, his voice hinting an excitement "I've never been to one! I forgot that it was this time of the year"

His excitement felt like a balloon filling inside him. Only to be burst when his soul gave a sting inside his ribs.

But Dream couldn't help but feel a little happy, this was such a good thing to come across, perfect for their trip out.

Cross tilted his head "how do you know what Christmas is my love? It's more of a human custom".

"well that's easy" Dream said, a slight smugness in his voice at the fact he seemed more knowledgeable then Cross about something.

"Christmas is a time where positive emotions take hold, even in the darkest of times, positively rules here"

He eye lit up slightly as he spoke. Even if Dream was corrupted, and technically not the positivity guardian anymore, he was still happy to talk about it. It reminded him of easier times.

"as the former positively guardian it was only natural for me to learn about the festival...." his voice turned somba for a moment "Heaven taught me...... remember?"

There was another heaviness in the air at those words. A unspoken guilt and regret and then a thought. Dream now possessed the very power that had killed him.....

The gloopy one sighed and straightened the baby carrier. Luna gurgled as he did so.

"he would have loved to meet these two wouldn't he" he spoke, his voice twisting in its somba state.

"yeah... But it's ok" the guard replied, taking Dreams hand.

"in a way, he is here" he said in a soft tone, running his finger across Dreams ring. A smile ran across his face before he realised Shattered's hand.

After a short moment of silence they were disturbed by a soft noise. Celest had woken from her sleep. She wriggled and shifted against Cross' chest, her tiny voice gurgling.

"Nice of you to join the party Sweet pea" Cross said, upon noticing.

"we should probably get going, before she falls asleep again" Dream stated in reply. Cross nodded.

The family started to walk together towards the market. As they approached the air was filled with the smell of food and the sound of cheesy pop songs. The emotions of the people around them where starting to fill in.

The first thing that Dream felt was a lot of emotion around him. He was going to need to take a moment to get used to it. From what he could feel it was primarily positive, but then he felt something else.

To his right he felt anger and frustration. That wasn't the kind of thing that he expected this time of year, so he turned his head slightly. There was a human and a monster stood in the huddle.

He caught a few words of what they were saying.

"typical every year you leave gift buying to the last minute" said one.

"it's not completely last minute" said the other.

"it's the 23rd! How is that not last-" and then he was out of ear shot.

"23rd?" Shattered said to himself "huh.... It was my birthday 2 days ago". He counted on his fingers for a moment, trying to figure out how old that made him.

"it was!? Oh my goodness that's right!" came a voice from his side. It was slight panic from Cross. Uh oh.

Dream waved his hands in a jazz hand fashion "woah woah woah, before you go flying off the handle, we both didn't realise-

"I'm so sorry my love!"

Shattered groaned. Here we go.

"I can't believe I forgot! I'll make it up to yo-

Dream cut Cross off with a peak on the teeth. Cross jumped and his face flushed.

"......... Cross, I'm going to have hundreds more birthdays... Its OK if we skip one" the guardian whispered before nuzzling his gloopy face against him. "presides.... We had more important things to worry about"

As if on que both twins cooed.

A little smile creeped on to Cross' face. Dream mirrored it.

"now let's stop standing here go to the market" he held his hand out "it's waiting for us".

With a soft smile, Cross took his hand and they started walking again. It wasn't long before they finally reached the market.

The market was busy.

Both humans and monsters were walking around, talking happily. Children of all ages were rushing around with chocolates in their hands and candy canes in their mouths. Positive emotions were swirling like the snow in the wind. A warm blend of joy, song and family.

The smells of cakes and and pies were everywhere. Hot wine, ginger, cinnamon, dried fruit and nuts. Coffee, chutney, jams and cheeses.

For Dream it was like being spun in a giant bath of spice. The smells did not help his developing headache. There where positive emotions everywhere, every angle.

He let go of his partner's hand and stumbled slightly. The emotions were threatening to make him collapse as they came at all sides. Being in a void space for so long meant he'd gotten used to only Cross' emotions being around. But now there must have been 100 people at lest.

With the surrounding area becoming a blur, the sky and ground became one and he felt something hit his back and press it.

After a moment of silence he could hear the sound of a baby crying from off in the distance. Someone was calling his name but he could hardly hear it as the crying baby got closer. But eventually both got clearer.

"Dream! Dream are you OK!? Can you hear me?"

It was Cross.

"C.... Cross?" he said, looking for his partner's face. He eventually found it, hovering above him.

"why....." he said reaching his heavy arm up "why are you flying?"

The former guard gave him a confused expression. A moment later, Dream realised that the pressure on his back was in fact the floor and he was laying on it.

"you collapsed" said Cross with a pained expression. Cross' worry and stress washed over Dream and snapped him back to reality. The crying baby was very close. In fact it was coming from his chest.

Dream pushed himself onto his elbows and looked down. Luna was crying and wriggling in her carrier.

"oh.... OH!" Shattered said as a sudden and huge instinct hit him. Something he'd not really felt up till this point. Caring not about his state, he pulled her out of the carrier and rocked her in his arms.

"shhhh shhh it's ok, I'm sorry sweetheart, are you hurt?"

If Dream hadn't just collapsed, Cross would have felt happy at the sight of him comforting Luna. The tiny skeleton quieted down, but her non-existent lip was still trembling. Shattered inspected her, happy not to find any marks that would indicate she'd been hurt by the fall. Probably just scared.

"what happened my love?" came Cross' voice again.

"emotions" Dream bluntly responded, before attempting to get to his feet. He hadn't gotten far when he felt his partners hands grip his and help him pull up. He'd barely just gotten to his feet when things started to blur again and his head started to once again throb.

He fell forward slightly into Cross' chest, the guard put his arms around him to support him and keep him steady. He had to be careful to make sure the babies didn't get squished.

Cross' fiancé give out a low, pained groan and Luna give a wine of discomfort.

"Keep hold of her Dreamboat, I'll find somewhere where you can sit down" he softly said, looking around to find a seat. Luckily he spotted a park bench not to far from them.

Cross slowly and gently guided Dream backwards until Dream's legs brushed against the bench and he was able to slowly sit down. He sank his weight against the wooden frame, his limbs felt heavy and his head felt horrible. After a short time he started to adjust. Feeling himself coming back into reality, Shattered adjusted his hold on Luna to make sure he didn't drop her. Cross kneeled in front of them both.

"we can always go home if it's to much for you"

Immediately Dream shock his head, which he regretted a second later as the dizziness ramped.

"no Crossy, we both agreed we needed some time out of the void. ...im sorry that I'm ruining it"

The tall skeleton lightly gripped Dreams shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.

"you are not ruining anything"

He kissed the bridge of Dreams nose.

"you have made everything in my life better, don't forget that"

A smile ghosted Shattered's face at those words.

"you know.... You're blind, unconditional love for me is really cheesy" he said, his smile turning into a smirk.

"I do try"

The couple shared a laugh and Dream felt himself feel a bit better. He didn't feel great though. The emotions around him where still dizzying.

Behind Cross he could see the market. It truly did look like fun and he felt bad that he'd soured the mood. He continued to rock Luna and she turned around in his arms to burry her face into his chest.

"you should....." Shattered paused as another wave of dizziness hit him "You should go ahead of me, I'll catch up"

"Absolutely not" Cross stated firmly "I will not leave you, I refuse"

"Cross" Dream said in an equally as firmly manner "I can look after myself for 10 minutes, it will be fine..... I want you to go have some fun"

The guard's expression softened and he stood up again, running his hand across the back of his skull unsurely as he did. "I.... I don't know"

Dream rested Luna in his lap and reached his hands out, Cross took them.

"Cross, I want you to go ahead, I'll join you soon, I promise"

Letting go of Dreams hands, Cross sighed. "Alright..... But I'll come back in 15 minutes, if you are still here then we are going home"

Dream nodded slowly "Deal"

After a few more unsure moments Cross started to back away from Dream. He went slowly in order to give Dream time to tell him to stop. After he didn't, Cross turned and walked in the direction of the market.

As Shattered watched Cross walk into the market, he felt his daughter start to fuss in his arms. His golden eye travelled down to her again. She looked a bit confused or upset. Her emotions weren't developed enough to be easily readable by Shattered. But from what he could sense she was distressed by her dad walking away.

He looked back at Cross again, as the guard inspected what seemed to be a stand of various pastries and cakes. There was a sad, yet nostalgic smile on his face.

Shattered watched as he exchanged some words with the vendor and took Celest's little hand and waved it. Clearly he was introducing them. The vendor seemed to coo at the baby a little and Cross straightened up proudly. Probably bragging about something cute Celest had done recently.

After a few more words he put some coins on the counter and was handed a paper bag, containing what Dream had to assume was a pastry of some kind. He waved good bye to the vendor and started to walk away.

As he did, he took his food item out of its bag and went to take a bite. He locked eyes with Dream mid-bite and gave him a slight deer in the headlights look. After finishing taking his bite, he smiled and waved to his lover. Dream waved back.

It was clear from Cross' expression that whatever he was eating was very tasty and it caused Dream to wonder how much food Cross was going to buy tonight.

Luna fussed again as her father and sister got further away.

Luna and Celest had been almost inseparable since day one, Shattered was still a little unnerved by it. They were always most comfortable when together. Knowing this, Dream told himself that Luna was fussing because she was parted from her sister. But another thought came to him.

What if she was sad about Cross leaving?

It was a stupid thing to think, both babies had been apart from Cross before and not responded this way. Yet the thought wouldn't leave him. It was the kind of thought that bounces around your head and burrows into you the moment you try to forget it.

The first time he left them with me for an extended period of time, I'd tried to....

A chill ran over him followed by a long twang of guilt, which caused him to tighten his grip on his daughter. Cross still didn't know about that night and he wasn't sure he could ever tell him. What was wrong with him? He acted like he cherished them these days (or at lest most days), but how could he when he'd thought of doing such a thing? When all he'd felt upon seeing them for the first time was nothing. His eyes stung and threatened to start crying. In that moment he felt tempted to call Cross back and have him wrap his arms around him. But he couldn't. Not while Cross didn't know.

"I'm sorry that I'm not the best parent to you Mi hija"

The words left his mouth as barely even a whisper. They sounded if he'd not been aware he said them. As if he'd not fully intend to say them out loud. His throat was dry and his soul was burning and twisting.

Cross says you are getting better.

One part of him said

But who's to say they will live to see you be better?

He answered to himself.

He felt the fabric of his jacket get tugged slightly. This drew his attention back to Luna.

She had turned in his arms slightly and was looking up at him with wide eyes. If Shattered hadn't known better, he'd have thought he could sense her worrying. Her tiny fist was curled in the fabric of his coat.

"paaaaaa gaa?"

Dream sighed.

"I get a lot of things wrong..... And I'm going to keep getting things wrong, I might be wrong most of the time"

The former guardian continued to speak in a near whisper, his finger stroking the tiny creature's cheek.

"but I'm going to get some things right as well...... And I'll make a deal with you"

Luna's face scrunched up a little. It was almost amusing to see, as if she was thinking really hard.

"if you and your sister keep on fighting, I'll keep on trying" Luna turned her face into his hand and chewed his glove.

"if you stick around long enough, you'll see a day when I get things right most of the time.... You want to see that right?"

"maaaaaa"

"deal?"

"gahhh gahh"

Dream laughed slightly "I'll take that as a yes"

He looked away from her again. Cross had completely disappeared from his view now, probably off stuffing chocolates. Since Dream wasn't someone who needed to eat, he didn't fully understand, but the sweet and warm smells in the air were very pleasant. He'd not eaten a thing for at least two and a half years, maybe he could try a little something. Carefully he slipped the tiny skeleton back into her carrier and fastened her in.

"Should we go check out the market mi pequeña estrella?" he asked, finally getting back to his feet. His daughter gave a gurgle of approval.

"then let's go shall we"

The atmosphere of the market was all together jolly. As he walked into the heart of it, his head throbbed again, but he didn't feel dizzy. He'd adjust to it fully soon.

Despite what he would want to admit, he felt a very slight anxiety without Cross by his side. He was in no way dependent on Cross, but he was so used to having him near, it was strange to have him absent. To not be able to feel his energy or be able to hold his hand.

No Dream! He thought. Don't be such a baby.

He patted his daughters head with his hand absentmindedly, feeling the fabric of her bow slip down slightly as he did. She giggled and a smile creeped onto Dreams face as she did.

A stand caught his eye. It was a stall of what seemed to be jewellery. As many of the stalls were, it was adorned with colourful lights and decorations of all shapes. Though this one in particular stood out to him. He wasn't sure why, but he decided to approach it.

The monster running the stand stiffened as he approached, but he paid it no mind. He could see the jewellery much closer now. Each piece seemed unique and hand made. There were bracelets, earrings, rings and necklaces, shimmering in all different colours. He greatly enjoyed looking over each individual piece, until his eye socket landed on one.

It was a necklace. Gold, set with a blueish purple stone. There was a small crescent charm on the chain as well. Dream stared at it and knitted his eyebrows. For a moment he wasn't sure why it caught his eye. But as he moved his hand up and traced his thumb across the stone, he realised. He then retracted his hand is if he'd been shocked. He stepped back and folded his hands together, but his sight remained locked on it.

Where are you? Are you even still alive?

A long sigh left his mouth as he forced himself to think of something else. But as he turned to walk away, he glanced at it again. It was almost like he couldn't bare to leave it.

I'm being silly, I'm a man, why would I need a necklace anyway?

With that, he tore his eyes away and proceeded to the next stand. As before the monster running it tensed slightly.

This vendor was selling what seemed to be plastic toys and figures. These weren't home made and seemed to be just the same old toys you could buy anywhere. There was doll house items, human figures and animals. He was so busy looking over the collection, that he didn't notice as his daughter reached for her favourite animal. He was only alerted to what she was doing by a slobbery squish sound.

She had suck the head of the toy into her mouth and was chewing on it.

"Luna no!" Shattered said "I don't want to have to buy that"

Carefully his pulled the plastic cow from his daughters mouth. A thin trail of a mix between gloop and saliva followed it. He had no idea how one baby could produce so much spit so fast. He wiped some off on his coat, but it didn't come close to cleaning it. Yeah....... he was going to have to buy it. He had a small purse of gold coins that Cross had given him. He hadn't asked where Cross had gotten the coins, it was probably best not to.

As he handed it to the seller and asked for the price, the slimy coating ran onto his fingers. Yuck. Not that he could really talk though, he was almost completely covered in something worse.

Dream expected to feel anger or disgust come from the stall owner. But instead he could only sense fear. His eye locked with the eyes of the monster behind the counter. It didn't take long for him to realise. Cross might have treated him like he was the most beautiful and sweet skeleton in the multiverse, but that didn't stop his appearance from being...... Striking at best.

He grimaced and handed the monster the money he owed and took back the toy.

"have a nice evening" he said, trying to sound friendly.

"y-you too sir.... Merry Christmas"

He turned away from the stall and walked back into the market. After inspecting the toy to make sure there was nothing small that she could choke on he handed it back to Luna. She happy put it back in her mouth, flicking his hand with her mouth tentacle as she did.

Shattered felt a burst of joy from his daughter, which made him light headed for a moment. After collecting his bearings he smiled.

"Adorable idiot" he said leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "now let's go find Daddy shall we?"

It wasn't a market that was too large, just a fair amount of stalls and stands and a handful of people. There was no doubt that he and Cross stood out, so it shouldn't be to hard to find his partner.

If I where cross.... Where would I go?

The answer came to his mind not even a second after asking it.

Chocolate...

As he'd noted before, there was a vast amount of edibles all around him. Mostly foods of the sweet variety, commonly fruity cakes and pies. But it wasn't long till he saw what he wanted. Out of the corner of his eye socket, he spotted what he was looking for. Just as he'd expected, chocolate.

Humans and normal monsters, seemed to be fascinated in forming chocolate into many different shapes. Animals, people, stars and bells. Shattered supposed that they got more pleasure consuming the sweet substance when it involved biting the head off of a defenceless reindeer, or mutilating a Santa or two.

He approached the stall of chocolate items. It was a pleasant smell, reminding him strongly of Cross' coat. There was no doubt the guard would have come here. He just had to find him.

Meanwhile, as Shattered looked for him, his mate was busy in a hearty conversation with his daughter.

The guard slipped a snowflake shaped chocolate into his mouth, having finished off the pastry long ago.

"now what should be get for Papa as a late birthday present hmm?" he asked Celest as she blew a spit bubble. "Something simple, you know he doesn't like flashy things"

Celest continued to blow a spit bubble and watched it as it expanded. "why is it that he must be so difficult to shop for....

His voice trailed off as he continued to ponder the question. What to get someone who didn't like material things. Other then his scarf, his ring and his crown, Dream never held onto things. Maybe he could get him a new accessory, like a new piece of jewellery or something. He continued to think and slipped another chocolate into his mouth. As he did this, without him noticing, the tiny skeleton had popped the spit bubble and was now reaching for the candy cane sticking out of his shopping bag full of goodies. She grabbed it and without hesitation, plunged the bright stripped stick into her mouth without a care.

After not even a second her face screwed up and she recoiled. She let out a wine of regret and disgust, which alerted Cross that she was distressed.

"No sweetie , that's pepper mint" the guard sighed, plucking the now sticky candy from his daughters hands. He put it on the counter of the stand they were stood next to. A stall selling Christmas fauna such as Holly, pinecones and mistletoe.

As he set the candy down, he saw daughters face still looked unhappy. "that must have tasted horrible" he said, dabbing the spit from around her mouth with his sleeve.

"we'll get you some nice warm milk when we get home ok?" he said in a baby voice, bouncing her slightly to try and cheer her up. It worked and she giggled. Cross sighed in relief, crisis averted.

He thought back to his question about presents. About Dream. It had been a little while since he'd left him. It would probably be a good idea to go back.

"Now if you are done sampling my treat bag Celly, maybe we should go check on-

"hey" came a voice from up close to his left. He jumped. After a second he realised he recognised the voice and turned to meet Dreams gaze, some chocolate still on his cheek. He was about to say something about how it was go to see that Dream was feeling better, when Dream spoke.

"wanna prove you aren't just a 20g wager?" the golden guardian said, with a slightly sly smile.

For a moment Cross was confused. Had the emotions caused his partner to go loopy? Before he could ask, Dream pointed his finger upwards. Feeling more confused, Cross glanced up. He could now see that they were in fact stood under a mistletoe. Quite a few actually. The sight of the white berried plant made his cheeks flush. He'd fallen right into Dream's trap. How had he not noticed.

He swallowed what was left of the snowflake the chocolate in his mouth "uhh um.... Uh"

He locked eyes with Dream again, finding that he'd taken a step closer. Taking a gloved hand and cupping Cross' cheek, he said.

"I'll take that as a yes"

With that he gently pulled Cross' face closer, till the gap was closed between them with a soft kiss. Cross' soul fluttered as Dream leaned in more to kiss him stronger. The taste of chocolate in his mouth was soon replaced with the flavour of bitter apple sauce. But he didn't mind it, he much liked apple sauce. Unfortunately the kiss wasn't long lived. The two were forced to separate after feeling their daughters starting to fuss, since they were being pressed between them. Dream stepped back slightly, giving his children room and took a breath of winter air. The euphoria from the kiss surged through him, as it had been a while since they had and therefore felt really good.

In fact, It had been a while since they'd done a lot of things. Including telling Cross that he........... That's something he needed to fix and fix straight away. His eyes locked on Cross.

"Te quiero, mi soldado" Dream said, with his face dusting gold. He looked away and pulled his scarf over his face slightly.

Cross returned his blush and smiled "yo tambien Te quiero, mi sol"

#merry christmas everyone #Heh...... #The hype has been building for this #I hope its as good as you guys wanted #I can't tell #I enjoy writing shattered so much. He's such an interesting character #I feel like I neglected celest slightly #Sorry #Next time I focus on her #undertale au #shipping #my art #cross x dream #undertale multiverse #sansest #dream x cross #dark cream #celestial star and luna light #dark cream ship kids #My writing #Christmas #Christmas special #Christmas special 2020 #dark xunshine #cross x shattered dream #Dark cream twins #Dark sun and dark moon #My phone bugged so bad! #There are huge gaps in the text! #Welp. Can't change it now ;-;

[hisoknen]

undelivered || overhaul

warnings: noncon, degradation, humiliation, armless kai, femdom? wc: 3.5k

a/n: this is a part of the bnhaerm pen pal collab! you can find the master list here!!! make sure to check out everyone else’s take on this prompt! it was very open ended and there are so many wonderful minds!! Thank you to @iwvs-on-ao3 @dee-madwriter @whoredoroki for thirsting this beautiful man, helping with concepts flesh out the concept and and fueling the filth a long the way!

summary: The first time you’d encountered Kai, you were being shown around the ward you’d be overseeing for the next sixth months. You’d heard many tales about the dangerous man, but the stories didn’t quite match up to the vacant glossed over eyes staring back at you. The white uniform hung off of his small frame, sleeves flimsy and not filled out, flapping about with each of his movements.

"You won't have to worry much about him, I heard his quirk relies on him having arms, and he's fresh out of those." The guard accompanying you laughed and your eyes immediately darted down to follow his gaze. It made a bit more sense now why he wasn't in higher security. The man left your side, stopping at the door.

"Make sure you gimme a ring if you need me, these walls." he tapped at the glass, "Soundproof," You waved him off, unable to break your gaze from the melancholic man lying lifelessly on the cot in front of you.

Kai's eyes were immediately drawn to the uniform that was snuggly wrapped around your body, it had his cock twitching. It had been months since he'd seen a woman, let alone a woman as beautiful as you. His last guard was a burly older man who would treat him with haste and heavy hands. But you. You looked at him like he was a person without fear, hatred or sympathy. 

He wasn't in the regular population or high-security section of Tartarus. You were a guard in the "Specialized Unit," an area where criminals with different disabilities and more specific needs were placed. 

You would bathe, feed, and change the prisoners, something he awaited every day. You were the only guard who would wear gloves while touching him. You would ask him questions about his life before Tartarus and what landed him here. 

While you would have loved spending your days wrapped up in conversation with the beautiful man, you had a job to attend.

The longer you were away from him, the more he craved your presence in any capacity. He tried to recall your touch on his skin, the smell of your perfume. He knew you were only doing your job. But he swore that sometimes, it felt as though you took longer than necessary. 

That your touches would linger on his body, taking their time to map out the divots in his skin, washing delicately, and making sure to keep your filth away from him. You would wear a full gown, paired with gloves, and he couldn’t put together why you were so considerate toward his requests while the others would spit at him for the mere mention of it. 

He couldn’t be without you. You were quirkless, and while you were still dirty, it made you feel less disgusting to be around than others. The thought of you being around the other inmates for too long had his skin crawling. 

What if you were touching those vermin. Their vile flesh dirtying your hands. Did you wear gloves with them? Did you touch their bodies the same way you touched his? He had to figure out a way to keep you out of their reach.

— 

You were very confused, to say the least when he first mentioned that he wanted to dictate letters for you to write. You understood the circumstances, of course, but you were still curious as to who he wanted to write. The dictation slowly became part of your daily routine. 

Although he had yet to receive any letters back, he continued sending them out. He would call for your assistance as many as five times a day, writing letters to nameless people. 

Did he have a girlfriend? A wife? Did he want to write to his father or a member of his gang? The thought of it being one of the first two admittedly made your blood boil.

The fact that no one had written back yet had you writing with a heavy heart. Kai's messages were very personal, recounting his daily thoughts about them, how he hoped they were doing well and staying healthy. 

How he missed the feeling of their touch and how he imagined the feeling of their lips against his own, all very soft intimate recollections of his time before here. 

You would sometimes indulge your curiosity and ask him more questions. You knew it was unprofessional, but you wanted to learn more about his life. But when it came to this person in particular, he always fell silent. 

While you wouldn’t dare admit it to him or anyone else. You found the man quite endearing. His mysophobia piqued your interest, and the way he would squirm under your touch while you bathed him made your pussy clench. 

You always made sure to make him feel at ease, scrubbing in and out in front of him, so he knew that you weren’t there to harm him. 

The way his eyebrows pulled together when your gloved hands quickly washed his cock, made your stomach flutter. You knew better than to leave too many lingering touches when you washed him. 

But you couldn’t deny that you would sometimes imagine how delightful the thought of him stretching you out was when you left for the day. His pretty face contorting at the feeling of your cum dripping onto his skin. He would find it disgusting but for some reason, that made your cunt pulse even more.

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Walking down the corridor notebook and chair in hand, you made your way into his cell. You closed the door behind you, looking up to find him waiting for you. 

"Thought you forgot about me." He smiled, sitting on his cot, propping his body up against the wall. You quickly sat the chair across from him, pen in hand. 

"Who's this one addressed to Kai?" You straighten up, ready to begin. 

"Leave it blank, for now. They'll know it's for them. It's being sent their way after all." He shifted his body so that he was staring at you. 

"I'm ready when you are," you glanced up at him.

“I thought about you again today,” you grip your pen tightly in your hands as you write. Fuck this person to absolute hell. Day after day, he wrote to this person, telling them how much he craved their presence. 

“I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to feel your tight little cunt, wrapped around my cock,” the pen almost dropped from your hands at his words. You close your mouth, clearing your throat. He’s never once gone past mentioning innocent touches and kisses before.

“Is something wrong?” he spoke in a low voice. 

“No, nothing, sorry I was just uh... Could you say that again? I missed it, sorry.” You stammer, refusing to look up and make eye contact with him. You cross your legs at an attempt of any friction to quell the ache building in your core. 

“Sure,” he continues in a low, seductive tone, “I thought about you again today, I can’t stop thinking about how badly.” You swallow thickly. “I want to feel your tight little cunt, wrapped around my cock. Was that better, Y/n?” You can hear a mocking tone take over his voice. 

“Yeah, continue,” you shift in your seat, trying to calm your pounding heart. 

“I miss the feeling of your hand tracing up and down my cock. I think about your mouth wrapped around it, feeling your throat tighten around me.” Moving your pen with haste, you try to finish this session as quickly as possible, already feeling your arousal soaking through your panties. 

“I can’t wait until I get to taste your pussy and have my cock buried deep inside your little cunt, to have my cum dripping out of your filthy little pussy.”

“Is that all?” You try to say in an even voice, cringing at the squeak that comes out. 

“For today, yes,” you look up and see a cocky smile form at his lips. “Thank you.” You rush out the door, closing it gently before running to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water. 

Did he really want to cum inside of this woman? You thought he was germ averse. Was she that special? 

Much to your horror and pleasure, this wasn’t the last of the letters you wrote for him. After that day, he continued spewing lewd messages to the unknown woman. 

Each time you leave his cell, he couldn’t help but think back to the filthy things he said to you, the little gasps you tried to hide, and the way your body writhed in the chair. All movements that you had to have thought you were hiding very well. 

He saw the way you rubbed your thighs together, the hitch in your breath as you scribbled his words down onto the paper, the way you rushed out of the room. How nervous you were when it came to his showers, speeding up the process, your words scattered and high pitched. 

He would do anything to have that mouth screaming his name.

You would leave each time in haste, running to the bathroom to touch yourself, reading the letters over and over again. You couldn’t help but grow to resent the recipient of the letters. 

Going as far as to take pictures of the letters before sending them off, sometimes taking particularly erotic ones back home to read later. Immortalizing his words, reading them over and over while you were alone. Burning into your memory, the sound of his voice as he spoke them.

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You'd been alerted upon entering the facility that you had mail waiting for you. You glance through the bag, sorting the mail before heading out to see Kai. There was the usual, disgusting fan mail you had to sift through. 

He had yet to receive anything you could take to him. His fans were filthy. Sending soiled underwear and letters kissed with lipstick. There was something at the bottom that piqued your interest though. 

Your pussy was still throbbing from the assault it endured last night, and you were always aching for more. You couldn't get his voice out of your head for hours, his words playing on repeat every time you tried to close your eyes. Each step you took sent a jolt of pleasure to your core as you slowly approached his cell.

"Are you ready, Y/n?" Kai asks as you closed the door. You take a deep breath gazing at the man in front of you silently. 

"Hello, darling. I hope all has been well." The way his words came together flowed like honey and melted chocolate syrup being poured on your skin. You could almost hear the way his tongue would flick against his teeth as he enunciated every single word. 

“I thought about you again last night. After you finished riding my cock, you placed that vile little cunt of yours on my lips for me to devour. Grinding yourself onto my mouth while I explored your tight little hole with my tongue. I woke up with a start, but now I have the image ingrained in my mind. I hope you can come to visit me soon.” 

Your pussy clenches as you finish the last sentence. “Is that all?” You close the notebook glancing up at him. 

“That should be it for now,” he nods. You could see the smug look in his eyes. 

“Hey Kai,” your mind swam in the pool of his words, you were intoxicated. You walked over to his bed, placing your knee between his legs. The proximity made his skin crawl, his head turning to the side immediately. Grabbing his chin, roughly you pull him back to face you. 

“It’s rude to look away when someone is talking to you. Someone should have taught you that,” you tsk quirking your head to the side. He’s been torturing you for weeks, leaving you soaking wet full of shame each time you left him.

“See Kai, I have this theory,” you pull your face away from him. “My theory is that you’re only writing these letters to rile me up.” You push his pathetically weak body down onto the bed. The look of confusion that takes over his face, eyebrows pulling inward, has you licking your lips. 

“See, I think,” you start trailing your hands down his chest. His body immediately flinches, as he makes a weak attempt to prop his stumps up to escape your touch. “Ah ah ah, I’m not finished,” you push him down with more force, climbing over him and placing your legs on either side of his body. 

"I could be wrong. There really could be this mysterious woman out there." You bring one of your hands to rest on his chest. "But that wouldn't explain all of the letters we've gotten, mailed back to the sender." You can’t help but let out a grin at his panicked face.

"Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but," you reach your hands behind him, reaching for his hardened cock, "This here makes me think that I might be onto something." You let out a soft giggle, relishing in the look that he gives you.

"Get off of me Y/n I swe-" You squeeze his length, cutting his sentence short. 

"What are you gonna do, Overhaul?" You look down at him, with a smile on your face. "Slap me? Push me away?" A laugh made it's way past your lips. "You can't do anything to me the way you are now, you could spit on my face, but it wouldn't do much," you shrug, pulling his cock from the confines of his uniform.

“And these walls? Soundproof.” You move your gloved hand to take him into your palms, moaning at the way he fills up space. Your eyes are glued to his feeble attempts to move. “Something tells me you’ve been waiting to do this, so why don’t you keep still for me, for just a little bit.” you scale down his body. 

“I brought something special to me today.” You pull a condom from your pocket, feeling his body visibly relax beneath you. “You know, I’m not evil,” you tear the foil and pump his cock a few times rolling the latex over him, easing yourself out of your pants. 

“I know you think I’m filthy. It doesn’t really bother me all that much at this point. I could put hand sanitizer in my pussy, and you would still refuse to let me ride you raw.” You can feel the vein on the underside of his cock prominent against your hand. 

His length twitches in your grasp, a bead of cum surfacing at the tip. The little whines he gives from above you make you all the more eager to hear know how he’ll sound buried deep inside of you. Your greedy cunt is aching to be filled as you hover over his cock, playfully flicking his tip against your clit. 

“You’ve been thinking about this for weeks, haven’t you? How tight my little pussy is? “How you imagine my cum dripping onto your cock?” You repeat the words back to him while you sink down. 

“Fuuck,” you moan, the stretch a mix of both pain and pleasure. “I’ve been thinking about it too. For weeks, you’ve been teasing me like this, Kai,” you move your hips against him gently. “How well your cock would fill me up, the sounds you’d make when I cum around you.” You begin to grind against him, catching your clit on his head. 

“Get off of me, you disgusting whore!” Anguish and hatred drench his words. You knew he was beyond furious, but the words only have you moving against him faster. 

“Say it again,” you groan, hands resting against his belly while he thrashes about underneath you. 

“I said get your putrid cunt off of me,” he spits at you. 

“Okay, okay, only because you asked nicely,” You slowly lift off of him. He looks down at you in horror as he sees you removing the condom from his cock. You sink back down onto him in one go, relishing in his choked breath. 

“You talked about this, too, remember? How you want to cum inside of me? How you wanted to feel my pussy.You told me all about how you would grind into your mattress and think about my tight little pussy spasming around you?” You look at him through lidded eyes, to find him flailing his sleeves about in a frenzy, realizing that the sounds before were from him choking on his own tears. 

“Filthy,” you could tell that he was trying with all of his might to get his words out, and you would have felt bad. If you didn’t feel him rutting back into you each time you moved. 

“Fuck,” you go still above him, “What would be better than this?” You ponder aloud, pulling yourself from his cock. 

You take a hold of his upper body and heave him onto the floor, he immediately recoils on contact. You pull his pants back up, the waist band catching on his engorged length forcing a welp from his lips. 

Moving to remove his shirt leaving his pale skin to rest against the filthy floor. His flesh begins to take on a light pink tone, little bumps becoming apparent on his skin, becoming more vibrant.

You hover your pussy over his mouth. 

“You looks so pretty like this, Kai.” You climb up his body, removing the gloves with your teeth, looking down as your cunt drips onto his lips. He's disgusted, horrified, beautiful, his cock is aching to be touched. 

He trusted you and you betrayed his trust, yet for some reason his brain was growing hazy, a combination of fear, disgust and arousal together. The horrific mix was also delicious. You sink onto his lips, his tongue hungrily lapping out to taste you.

"I almost thought you’d bite me," you muse, feeling his tongue explore your hole. You're going to infect him. You've already infected him. His brain is running in circles as he breathes in against you.

Your slimy filth-ridden pussy is going to infect him. He's crying, tears running down his face as he begs for you to press your disease-laden whore cunt against his mouth, to let him taste you, let him consume you. 

His thoughts are racing. Why was he asking you to put your filthy cunt to his lips? Why was he begging for you to do this to him? Why can't he stop his hips from seeking friction against his waistband?

You let him taste your filth. Gripping his hair while you ride his face, wiping the tears from his eyes as you praise him for tasting your disgusting cunt. His face is filled with hives, still begging for more. 

You ask him if he enjoys the taste, reminding him of all the vulgar words you wrote out for him. He's only able to nod up at you and sob, each hitch of his breath sending heat to your core. The feeling of his choppy breath-catching against your lips as he tries to breathe around you has you pushing against him further.

"If you love the filth that spews from that pretty little mouth of yours, you should love this too." He feels a nauseating euphoria overtaking his body as he laps at what your cunt will offer him. The thought of your slime running down his chin, making him sick, but he can't stop. You hear his strangled moan, his body going stiff below you. Looking back, you see a damp spot beginning to form on his pants. 

"That's no good," you go still above him, reaching down beneath him to pull out his weeping cock. You give it a soft tug, a string of insults being flung your way. 

"You came just from eating my foul cunt, Kai?" You take hold of his stump, feeling soft skin burn against your fingertips. 

"Pathetic," you shift so that your soaking cunt is pressed roughly against his limb. He looks up at you with confusion, and you see the pink bumps begin to appear over every surface of the skin you encounter. 

"Disgusting," he whimpers, voice cracking. You sink onto his spread out arm, pushing his head to the side so he can watch your movements. Dragging your hips back and forth at a brutal pace. Your lips, the look in his eyes, continually shifting between disgusted and aroused, tasted delicious. The pressure building in your stomach as you grip onto his hair it’s all too much.

"I'm, fuck," the waves of pleasure crash around you. Slowly you ease upon him, the mess of fluids covering his reddened skin. You lean down and give the raised skin on his check a soft peck, running your finger along his jaw. You turn your back on him, standing up to slip into your pants. 

Kai trembles on the cold concrete, skin puffy, heart racing and thick tears spilling down his cheeks as his hand finds his cock. He’s ashamed at what a whore you've made him out to be, it’s disgusting. But he can't help but crave your filth, running his hands along his length using his release to slick his movements. He wouldn't be able to cum without thinking about drowning in your slime and how filthy you have made his body.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Kai."

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#server collab #overhaul x reader smut #kai chisaki x reader smut #bnha smut #mha smut #overhaul smut #bnha x reader smut #tw noncon #tw humiliation #tw degradation

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

i’d like to request 13 + h with nix please? i really love this idea - can’t wait to see what you do with it 💕

Oh man this is where the shuffle gets tough but the challenge is so fun!! I love this combo! Thanks for the request <3

Nixon wasn’t sure how he felt about this thing. Sure, he was excited to see the guys but part of him was nervous too. His life had been a bit of a wreck since returning from war. He had gotten divorced from Kathy, and then again from a woman he thought he had been in love with. But it hadn’t been love. She had been a beautiful distraction in the middle of a war torn world. Not for the first time in life Nixon felt directionless. He had no idea what he wanted anymore. The majority of his relationships, his job, his home, felt like a farce; a cosmic mockery of who he was and who might’ve been.

The reception hall felt sterile. The tiled floors had been power washed, Nixon could still smell the chemical cleaner. He followed the hall down to a door where laughter erupted on a continuous loop. If it hadn’t been for Dick, Nixon wasn’t sure he would be there right now. He didn’t feel like the Captain the men knew him as.

Just inside the wide room was a table with a stretch of name tags and pins. What was the point of these? He knew everyone, it seemed a bit silly to have name tags. Still, he scanned the table looking for his name, grateful to put off greeting people for a few minutes longer. He was having trouble finding his own name tag when a different one caught his eye: Eleanor Priestly. No, Nixon thought, she was coming? He hadn’t even considered the possibility.

Once upon a time Elle had known everything about him. She had been the kindest, bravest nurse he had ever known. The two of them had been as thick as thieves during the war but since it ended, they failed to stay in touch.

Nixon lingered, looking at the name written in beautiful black calligraphy when suddenly long, thin fingers stretched out to pluck the name tag from the table.

Nixon looked up in delighted surprise to greet the owner of the hand, “hey! Fancy seeing you here.”

“And you,” perfectly painted red lips grinned back at him, “it’s been a year!”

“Literally,” he smiled. Then as an after thought he stretched out his arms. Awkwardly, the woman stepped into them for a hug. Nixon noticed her hair smelt like lavender. It had never smelled that way before. But to be fair, they had been in the middle of a war.

“You look good,” he said. He let his eyes run appreciatively over her. She wore her nurses uniform, but it fit more snuggly than it had during the war, Nixon noticed. The buttons of the jacket stretched over her full chest. How had he never noticed how good looking she was before?

She blushed at his gaze, “thanks, so do you.”

“Reliable plumbing and actual food helps a lot,” Nixon joked dryly.

She laughed, “it really does.”

A moment of silence fell between them as they took each other in. Eleanor cleared her throat, “well, we should catch up at some point. I’m over there,” she stretched to point to a table where Babe Heffron sat with Popeye Wynn. “Come find me later?” she asked with a familiar twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah,” Nixon nodded, “I’ll do that!”

Nixon found his seat at a table beside Dick Winters and Harry Welsh. He saw Dick fairly regularly so it was good to catch up with Harry and the other men. But he kept getting distracted by Eleanor’s presence at the neighbouring table. He couldn’t help but smile every time he heard her familiar laugh. It was loud and had a lilt to it and filled an empty space in Nixon’s chest he didn’t realize needed filling. The sound of it transported him back to the many occasions they bundled up together for warmth in dank, empty buildings and to the sunnier days in Bavaria spent lounging on Adirondack chairs.

He wondered why they ever fell out of touch. How could he have ever stopped talking to a creature as lovely as her, he thought as he watched her throw her head back in laughter. Then he remembered, it was because of the bombshell. The beautiful, English blonde that, as the time, he was determined to make his.

At the time he thought he was in love with her. At the time, the bombshell was all he wanted. At the time, Eleanor was nothing more than a friend. How could he have been so blind?

That night Nixon went back to his hotel room with the vision of Eleanor burned into his mind. They had had the chance to catch up but their time talking had been insufficient. He wanted to know more, he wanted to spend more time with her. She had promised to stay in touch but what did that really mean between old friends?

Maybe a year ago they could have stayed close. But after a year without talking what friendship was even there? They had picked back up so easily in person but with distance, who was to say what would happen.

Nixon stayed in town a few extra days to spend time with some of the other men. He had granted himself and Dick a long weekend for the trip and there was no rush to get back to New Jersey.

It was a hot afternoon when Nixon stepped into the drug store to buy a cup of coffee from the lunch counter.

“Lewis?” He turned to sound of Eleanor’s voice. She smiled up at him with those rose red lips and bright eyes.

“Oh hi!” He said, a grin involuntarily spreading across his face.

“Still in town I see?” She asked.

“Yeah, for a couple more days,” he said, “thank you,” he took the coffee from the lunch attendant and put a dollar and coins down on the aluminium counter. “Why are you still here?” He asked.

She giggled, “I live here remember?”

“Oh,” Nixon mentally kicked himself, “right. Sorry, I forgot, I knew that.”

Eleanor waved her hand to indicate it was no big deal, “it’s only temporary. Just staying with my folks until I figure out my next move.”

“Right, right. On the job hunt,” Nixon took a sip of his coffee.

“Correct,” Eleanor smiled then looked over her shoulder at the growing line at the pharmacy window. “Well hey, it was good to see you but I’ve got to hop in line. Picking up some things for my parents.”

“Oh sure,” Nixon nodded but disappointment rushed through him. A thousand incomprehensible thoughts ran through his mind; this was his second shot, his chance to spend more time with her. Who knows when he would see her next.

“Wait, do you mind if- mind if I wait with you? We could, I don’t know, catch up a little bit more, maybe grab a coffee afterwards,” he shrugged.

She glanced down at the fresh coffee in his hand and Nixon winced at his own stupidity. She narrowed her eyes playfully, “you haven’t eaten anything today have you?”

“Uhh..”

“Because,” she smiled knowingly, “you just woke up, huh?”

Even after a year of radio silence she still knew him too well.

“Yeah, wait with me and we can grab some lunch afterwards,” she gestured him over to the line. “If it goes well I’ll even let you take me out for dinner.”

Nixon grinned and took his place beside her.

#band of brothers #hbo band of brothers #Lewis Nixon #one shot #fanfiction #request game

[miki-snake]

Officer or Kitten?

📖: just some small thirst drabble/half-fic (?) on stripper!kuroo

⭕️: Smut, 18+!, stripper!Kuroo, unprotected sex (warp it before you tap it)

🔍: 1.7k+

A/N: I hate tumblr for deleting the draft i already finished😾. Nonetheless I tried to write it again but it’s not as satisfying as the first one😿. Also you can thank Ana (@mrs-kuroojinguji )for this bc she was the one who broke my thirst meter for stripper!kuroo;; Also thank you tetsu anon from Ana who suggested the stripper name kitten but i decided to turn that kitten into something else😼

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When your friends told you that you were gonna go out and party as a celebration for acing the exams, you thought of a nice get together at your local bar or a karaoke night with broken voices and some kbbq beforehand. What you didn’t expect was a night in a strip club with a hot ass "police officer" grinding his dick against you.

Well, here you were, sitting in a rather large red velvet seat, while a tall, strong built, handsome man looming over you. He wore a blue police uniform that stuck to his body like a second skin, you saw a light outline of his broad chest, already teasing what was hiding underneath the fabric.

"Oi chibi-chan, cat got your tongue?", he taunted you, his sugar sweet breath fanning over your face as you felt how he traced his fingers up your arms. His touch left a trail of goosebumps, your body already anticipating what he would do to you. The throbbing in your cunt became more apparent as you watched how he leaned back up, hands moving up to the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning one after another. He smirked at you, what you could only describe as a cat-like grin, like a predator playing with his prey. Your eyes followed the continuous reveal of his glistening skin, the button up now fully open to present his scandalously defined abs. You wanted to feel his skin, feel the heat radiating off of him, feeling if his heart beats just as fast as yours. Your gaze fell down to the impressive bulge in his pants and suddenly the air felt even hotter than before, nearly suffocating, the blazing heat prickling against your skin. Just the sight of his covered bulge made your pussy clench, more slick dripping out of your cunt, wetting the already ruined panties. The dimmed lights fitted perfectly, accentuating his dangerous aura. But it was the kind of danger, kind of risk you wanted to jump into. You wanted him to pounce on you, devour you with his mouth like he did with his eyes.

You caught him fixating his gaze on your mouth and unconsciously your tongue slipped out, licking over your lips. A deep chuckle echoed through the room and he moved over to the side, pressing something on the touchscreen mounted at the wall. A light, rhythmical music filled the room and as he turned around, hips swaying to the beat, his hand moved down to his pants, opening them and you could already see that he didn’t wear anything underneath it. Throwing his shirt to the ground he turned around, slowly pulling his pants down and teasing you with the shake of his hips. He didn’t fully pull them down, they hung low in his hips and the urge to just stand up and rip those damn pants from his body overcame you. Looking at you, he must have sensed what you thought, that teasing smirk adorning his lips again, as he walked back to you. 

“Do you wanna touch me, chibi-chan? Well, I hate to say it but that would cost you something, chiiibi- chan.”, your thighs clenched at the sound of his deep voice, vibrating through your whole body. Looking into his dark auburn eyes you could clearly see the teasing glint, a burning fire that just waited to set your body aflame. Not that your body didn’t already feel like it was on fire, the sexual tension between you guys like thick gasoline pouring into your burning desires. Your heart was beating a hundred miles per minute, the thought of just throwing all inhibitions into the wind crossing your mind. “You know, just for you little rebel, I could make a special deal. How about the only price you’ll have to pay would be something like four to five of your orgasms? I’ll promise you, we’ll get you there pretty fast.”, his breath fanned over your ear, lips slightly grazing your skin and a shiver ran down your spine. 

The smell of his cologne invaded your senses, sandalwood and dark chocolate clouding your mind and you wanted nothing more than to bury your nose in his neck, while scraping your nails down his back. His hands moved up to graze against your arms, mouth trailing down to your neck as his breath caressed your heated skin. Kneeling on the cushion of the seat, both of his knees on either side of your right legs, he started to grind his raging boner against you. That was it, that was the moment you snapped and your right hand reached up to grab him by his neck, while the other one went inside his open pants, taking his burning cock into your fist. A strangled moan escaped him as you pulled him closer until your foreheads touched each other. “That sounds very generous of you, officer. Wait, no, I see no real officer, all I can see is a little kitten. So, behave my kitty cat, alright?”, you told him in a sultry voice, the grip on him tightening as you started to move your hand along his cock. 

Eyes half-lidded, you saw how the glint flared up into an inferno, ready to burn everything that was touching it. “Oho chibi-chan, you think you can make the rules here? Think you can handle someone like me?”, he tried to sound composed but his breathless voice and the throbbing cock in your fist told you otherwise. Without another word you flipped the two of you around, his back crashing against the seat, while you straddled his lap, grip never wavering. Diving into a searing kiss, it was clear that he wouldn’t back down so easily, a battle of dominance occurring between the clashing tongues. Rubbing your fingers against the tip of his leaking cock elicited a guttural groan out of him, his lips temporarily leaving yours just for you to follow him and suck his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t wait any longer, the lust consuming your mind, so you pulled your soaked panties to the side, not bothering to take them off and rubbed his twitching tip against your dripping cunt. 

“Whoa chibi-chan, you work fast huh? I can’t let you run me over like that.”, he panted as he tried to regain his breath from the sloppy kiss. It wasn’t the first time a woman tried to take control over him but you somehow got him to stay put, making his knees feel weak from all the intoxicating pleasure. His tip moved along your folds, gathering all the pussy juice you had to offer and circled around your throbbing clit. He felt heavy and thick in your hands, your slick slowly covering his velvet skin. “I thought I told you to behave, kitten? How about you stop talking and use your mouth for something actually useful.” You grabbed him by his hair and shoved his face into your chest, his mouth automatically finding its way to your nipple, lips closing around it and sucking the hardened bud into his mouth. “Yeah, good kitten, I knew you could learn to listen AH-.”, you teased him but it was cut off by his teeth biting onto your nipple, the sharp sting shooting down to your pussy, making it clench around nothing, more of your sweet arousal flowing out. 

You glared down at him just to find him with a smug face looking back up at you, mouth still working on your bud. “You think you’re that clever huh?” Without another word you slammed yourself down onto his cock, both of you letting out a deep moan. Throwing your head back from all the stimulation you slightly regretted the decision to try and put everything in at once. Your pussy was burning from the stretch but it was a good ache, his cock snuggly fitting into your tight cunny and the veins rubbing against your walls. You both panted like animals in heat, driven by nothing but your carnal desire. Lifting your hips up until only his head was inside of you, you dropped yourself again, his cock bottoming out in your pussy. The sight in front of you nearly made you moan out, he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, lips slightly apart and a small trail of drool slipped out of his mouth. 

Both your breathings were ragged as you sped up the pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your cries and his stifled groans. The need to hear him scream for you made you rip his hand away from his mouth and pin his wrists against the wall behind him. “Come on, be a good kitten and mewl for me.”, you told him in a wavering voice, his cock hitting the right spot deep inside of you. The moment you said it he let out a string of curses, moaning like the mess he was. You two moved in sync, his hips starting to thrust back up into you and no matter how often he went inside of you, a light burn from the stretch still prickled in your cunt. 

The build up wasn’t slow, it all came crashing down. His cock thrusted deeper and deeper into your pussy, shaping it into his own fuckhole as your pussy clamped down on him. Your walls closed down on him, while his cock started to swell up, both of you nearing the high the two of you desperately chased. He was wildly twitching inside of you and you felt even fuller than before. A particular hard thrust against your g-spot made you see stars, the sight of yours spotting as you tumbled over the edge. Your pussy clenched down on him in a vice grip, unabling him from moving as you milked every single drop out of him. Spurt after spurt bursted out into your pussy, painting your walls white as your slick gushed out of your cunt, flowing down his cock. His lap was drenched with both of your juices, a mess made by the moaning mess you two were. He had his eyes closed, head thrown back as his groans slowly faded, hips still twitching from the aftershock. Your walls were also still fluttering from the fading high, slowly coming back down to earth. Exhausted you fell face first into his chest and he caught you in his arms, a small chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“The name is Kuroo by the way but I’m okay with you calling me kitten.”

#haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #haikyuu #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader smut #haikyuu!! #hq #Itadakimasu 🍴

[bts-hyperfixation]

Dirty clothes M 18+

Jin X reader

Words:1.4k

Warnings: oral (f), unprotected sex, pretty vanilla honestly

Synopsis: Jin comes home after a long day to find Y/N asleep in his bed

It was late-afternoon when you arrived at your boyfriend's house, you knew he and the boys weren’t home but you needed to fetch your wallet. You’d left it there the last time you stayed over, using the payment method on your phone for the time being, but now you needed your ID for a night out with the girls tomorrow. You took the spare key from under its hiding place and unlocked the door, heading straight for his room down the left hallway. Entering the room, you yawned, staying up all night listening to your best friend complain about her latest love life failure had left you on very little sleep when you were woken up for work this morning. You check the time on your phone, 6pm, groaning you glance at Jin’s bed, it looked so inviting. Perfectly made, marshmallow soft, and filled will pillows and the smell of him. Unfortunately, Jin had a major issue with outdoor clothes being in his bed and you had no energy to search for something else to wear let alone get changed. Maybe if you just lay on top? Just relaxed for five minutes? Kicking your shoes off you flopped on top of the covers and curled in to a ball, just for five minutes....

As the boys trickled in from the studio, clearly worked up from the days practice, they noticed the spare key on the table just inside the door.

“Well someone has a visitor.” J-hope chuckled.

“Nah, y/n probably just forgot to take it back out with her earlier” your boyfriend shrugged opening the door to his bedroom “or not...” he smirked seeing your sleeping form in his bed. During your nap you had managed to completely destroy the once neat bed, pillows were strewn across the floor and you were now wrapped snuggly in the duvet. He sat on the end of the bed, the movement causing you to stir slightly, mumbling something about 5 more minutes.

“Did you wear your work uniform in my bed?!” he whined at the realisation, not caring that he was a bit loud. This woke you right up.

“I’m sorry Jin I know you don’t like it but I was just so tired, I’ll make it up to you, I’ll change the bed, I’ll treat you to dinner. I’ll... I’ll” you stammered out in one long breath until he put his hand on your cheek stilling you. Knowing how long his day had been you felt guilty having ruined the bed he had most likely been looking forward to getting into. He pulled you up to sit on his lap. Nuzzling his face in to your neck, still sleepy you fall into him, letting him hold you there. Honestly the mood he was in right now the only thing better than his bed was finding you already there.

“I know how we can fix it” his voice muffled as he kisses your sensitive skin. “how about no more clothes to bed full stop?” his hand comes up to work on the buttons of your work blouse. Your cheeks blush pink as all thoughts of napping clear from your mind. Removing your shirt, he then makes quick work of unsnapping your bra and moves to bite at the sensitive flesh. You let out a small cry at the sudden roughness of his touch. He lays you down on the bed to unbutton your jeans and slide them down, panties too.

“See? no more outdoor clothes, look how easy that was” his voice teasing as his eyes drag up your body. You giggle and pull your arms across your eyes trying to hide from his hungry stare. He makes short work of his own clothes before climbing on top of you, his leg pressing between your thighs. Moving your arm away, he pins it above your head before dipping to kiss you. It starts slow, loving and careful, clear that he had missed you and reassuring that this was much better than the sleep he had planned on having. The kiss deepened, becoming faster, needier, Jin bit at your bottom lip causing your hips to grind down onto his thigh.

“So wet already baby, were you dreaming about me?” you blush more, confirming his suspicions. “It’s okay, I'm sure it's difficult not to dream about me that way, I am worldwide handsome, you know?” the laughter in his eyes caused you to push him off in feigned annoyance, he lands on the bed next to you with an oof chuckling about how funny he thinks he is. You sit up and stick your nose in the air with a loud humpf.

He sits behind you, moving to straddle you. He encircles your waist with his long arms and pulls you flush against him, nearly getting you to give up your resolve right then and there. Kissing a trail along the back of your shoulders, he mumbles breathy apologies, the combination making you shiver. He tries to pull you back down to where you were, but you put up one last fight.

“Come on I won’t don’t it again” he pouts nearly making you giggle. You release a long sigh.

“You know, I’ve just had such a long day, I don’t think I can. My shoulders are killing and I just kinda want to lay down.” You tease as he takes the hint and starts massaging your back making you moan out just a little too loud. He bites your shoulder as punishment, not wanting his bandmates to hear you there. You shift out of his lap to lie on your front, signalling for him to keep going with his massage. Too tempted by your arse suddenly being available he shifts his hands further down until he is are kneading the bouncy flesh there. His head finds it way between your legs from there licking one long stripe along your folds, you whimper at the unexpected contact and reflexively move to clench your thighs. Jin stops you, instead flipping you to give him better access to your clit. His tongue works quick figure 8 motions around your bud as one of his fingers find its way to play with your arousal. With two fingers thoroughly coated, he slides them into you pumping quickly to match the pace of his mouth. You start to unravel quickly, still pent up from your dream. Your boyfriend’s pace never faltering as your breathing hitches.

“Cum for me baby” he coos staring up at you. His favourite thing in life to watch you unravel at his touch. Your core snaps at your release, coating Jin's hand in your juice. He licks his hand clean. Keeping very intense eye contact with you as you catch your breath. Unable to take it any longer, you grab the back of his neck fingers lacing into his hair and pull him down to kiss you. His erection rubs between your legs as you flip so you are now on top of him.

“I thought that you just wanted to lie down” he taunts mischievously “not that I mi..” you cut him off with another kiss and reach down to grab his cock. When it is lined up you waste no time sinking down on to it. Giving neither of you time to adjust you started grinding your hips into him, rocking back and forth on him in a torturous motion when all he wants to do is grab onto you and make you ride him with no mercy. He moves his hands to grab at your hips, but you stop him, not allowing him to touch. You slowly pull up to have just the tip left inside you before quickly falling back down, watching his face change at the teasing. You manage this a few more times before it becomes too much for him to stand, he doesn't let you stop him this time. You are flipped onto all fours and he re-enters you roughly from behind, this time with unrelenting speed. Jin's arm snakes around your waist pulling you against his chest so he can reach your clit better. He rubs your bud quickly, intent on building your high fast as he also bears his release. Both of you are wanting heavily at this point edging closer and closer to and orgasm. His pace behind you starts to stutter.

“Can I cum inside you” he questions through gritted teeth, you nod and he immediately releases himself. The felling of his hand on your clit and cock spasming inside you causes you to reach your high again and you fold back onto the bed Jin no longer able to hold both of your weights.

“I guess we really should change the sheets now” you mumble into the pillow. Jin laughs and pulls you in to cuddle.

“Maybe in a minute”

Masterlist

#bts fic #bts smut #seokjin smut #jin smut #bts scenarios #jin x reader #jin x y/n #jin x oc #kpop smut #100

[violetnotez]

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 3161+

⤷ Warnings: cursing(?), mentions of panic attack

⤷ Synopsis: Welcome to Hannah simps for Shoto constantly and can’t decide on a fic so she writes EVERY IDEA SHE HAD

Buy Me a Ko-fi! | Requests Open| Matchups Closed

Also @shoutogepi is the reason why I’m a Shoto simp now so say thank u to her, cause without her this probably would’ve been a Bakugo fic lmao 😂💀

You groaned into the pillow, your icy hands trying to find refuge under the soft covering of the pillow.

Your body was shaking, every bone screaming in aches, your forehead thumping against your skull..this cold was kicking your ass.

“How are you feeling love? Do you need anything?”

Shoto asked sweetly, coming over to the bed you were currently laying on. He crouched down, his bicolored eyes watching your every move carefully. He placed his hand against your forehead, feeling your temperature as you closed your eyes wistfully at the sensation.

“I-Im good…,” you mumbled groggily, “I just want to sleep…”

Shoto smiled lightly-even while sick you were so incredibly adorable, probably even more so. You had come down with a cold a few days prior, nothing too serious, but he still wanted to take care of you while you were more weak.

“That's probably best for you,” he agreed. “Sleeping off the sickness will help you recover sooner.”

He stood up, his slender hands taking the covers of the bed and wrapping them around you more snuggly.

“Just close your eyes, Ill still be here when you wake up,”

He placed a small kiss on your forehead, his lips soft against your skin and his bicolored locks tickling your face.

You snuggle even deeper in the blankets, cuddling yourself up into them as a flustred smile grew on your face. Shoto’s lips felt so deliciously warm, and you wished you could envelope your whole body in that heat. No matter how many blankets you wrapped around you or how high you put the heat up, you still felt cold. It was a strange feeling, since you knew your temperature was actually higher than normal, but you couldn’t shake the unbearable freeze that was icing your bones.

“Can you turn up the heater tho, S-Shoto? I still feel really c-cold…” you stuttered, hating how cliche your shivers sounded.

Shoto turned to look at you, a worried look washing over his face.

“Its as high as it can go y/n, I cant make it any warmer,”

“-Oh”

That’s all you said, a pit of anxiety filling your stomach.

Well that was just great-now you couldn't get any warmer and have to suffer until this stuipd sickness went away.

Shoto knew you were unnaturally cold at the moment and needed special care because of it. He reassured himself that it was just a side effect of the sickness, and it wasn’t something he should worry about too much.

It didn’t bother him how hot it was either-the ice side of his quirk allowed him to regulate his temperature, keeping him nice and cool even as the heat in the room steadily rises as you kept asking him to raise it.

It broke his heart though to see you so cold and shivering, your body curled into a little ball to gain some type of sensation of warmth. Shoto looked down at his hands in defeat, wishing he could do something, anything, to relieve you of that discomfort.

Suddenly an idea popped in his head, lighting up his mind and making him feel quite dumb for not thinking of it earlier.

Your throat began to feel scratchy, but you felt too cold to actually crawl out of bed to go get some water. You rolled over, your body beginning to prop itself shakily on your elbows.

“Actually, Shoto, is it alright if you could get me a glass of-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SHIRT?!”

You screeched, your eyes blown out of your sockets.

There was your boyfriend….of barely 2 months….strolling around with his shirt off like some sexy god. His collared shirt was balled neatly in his hands, his taut muscles rippling with each movement as he stood in his full glory.

You gulped, your eyes drinking in the scene in front of you. God, you knew he was ripped...but not this ripped.

You could wash clothes on his damn abs, they were that pronounced!

“I thought that since my quirk has heat qualities to it, you could use it to your benefit.” He said nonchalantly, as if the sight of him just flaunting his body wasn’t enough to make you want to pounce on him. “Am I- making you uncomfortable?”

“I-uh-np-no it doesn't, its just…” you were stuttering, your hands fidgeting in your lap. It felt like your tongue was made out of cotton, your eyes only able to focus on how adorably messy his hair looked from taking off his shirt. “I'm not used to..to seeing you-”

You had been dating Shoto for a month or so now, and you couldn’t be happier. But the boy was shy with physical touch, and you were honestly a little bit of the same way. You hadn’t seen him show more skin than right now, only getting glances when he trained and accidentally burned his training uniform. You had always wished to see more of his perfectly built body-but you always imagined you would have some warning.

Shoto fidgeted in front of the bed, his cheeks a soft shade of red.

“I can put my shirt back on y/n, it's no trouble-”

“Please don't do that!” You yelled hastily, your eyes screaming with desperation. “Honestly, that's the last thing I want you to do,”

Crap, you sounded so perverted! You basically yelled at him “Please stay half naked I love your body and I’m thirsty for you.”

You never wanted to kick yourself harder.

Shoto didn’t seem to notice your dilemma, only nodding his head. He began to walk over to the opposite side of the bed, your body feeling a dip in the bed as he sat on the mattress.

Your heart began to quicken, staring at those bi colored eyes...god, he was so damn close.

“Very well then...skin to skin contact would be best. It’ll ensure the heat transfers directly to you.”

You gulped, propping yourself up more so you were now sitting up. HIs tone was so warm, so inviting, you could completely just melt into it like honey. But nervousness began to floss your stomach, making your whole body feel heavy-how he worded his sentence, he almost made it seem like he wanted you to undress to. God-the thought made your ears tinge pink, your eyes quinting to helplessly close that flustering thought away. It was tempting….but-Shoto was too modest to suggest something like that, especially when you were sick.

He leaned in close to you, each muscle in his arms rippling in a chain reaction as he took your hand in his own.

You were amazed at how warm his skin felt, the iciness in your veins scorched away by his touch. A sigh escaped your lips, relishing in that wonderful feeling. You were already craving more of that delicious warmth, your aching body crawling towards your shirtless boyfriend.

All worry and nervousness seemed to fade ever so slightly, your icy hands tentatively touching the boy's body. Your fingers trailed lightly against his ribcage, the sensation shooting electricity throughout Shoto’s body.

Shoto stiffened at the initial contact-he still felt extremely flustered with physical touches, but he began to melt into it and relish the feeling of your skin on his. Your arms wrapped gently around his broad shoulders, a small grin enveloping on s\Shoto’s face as he felt you snuggle your cheek into the crook of his neck.

“Are you sure this isnt a sneaky way for you to see me shirtless?” you joked, your voice muffled from your lips pressed against his skin.

Oh god-his instantly felt his quirk intensify, his flusterness taking over. His skin immediately began to heat up, his cheeks blushing starkly from your words.

“Oh no-I-I didnt mean it like that-my intent t was for you to stay clothed, I just-”

He was a stammering mess, and you couldn't find it any cuter. You giggled at his obvious nervousness, your lips pressing a kiss to his cheeks to quiet his stammering.

“Its fine, Shoto, I know you're a gentleman-,” you giggled, your hold on the boy becoming tighter as you soaked in his wonderful heat

“And Besides-your warmer when your flustered”

You snuggle yourself deeper into his shoulder, Shoto’s cheks tinged with a more intense red. You were so sweet and adorable in his eyes, his body loving every second of you touching his bare skin. Every caress felt like pure electricity was coursing through his veins, sending shivers down his back and head.

“Are you sure that wasn't a sneaky way to intensify my quirk y/n?” he asked cheekily, his voice having a hint of playfulness in it

Now it was your turn to blush, a small nervous giggle slipping out of your mouth

“Maybe…” you said, almost like a child who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to.

Shoto chuckled, his head turning to plant a quick kiss along your scalp.

God- you were too cute for your own good.

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(⚠️Mentions of panic attack!⚠️)

It was the dead of the night, an intense feeling of panic flooding the room.

You had just had a nightmare, the scene so real and intense that even when you woke up, you were sweating with uncontrollable fear.

Everything felt so small-the walls of the room were crushing your lungs, the sheets were tangling your legs together in a vise, the shadows felt like demons crawling to swallow you whole.

Shoto had thankfully woken up when you did, the sound of your muffled screams making him shoot up out of dead sleep.

But even with your protective boyfriend so close to you, reassuring you that you were okay and safe, you still felt like you were full of panic.

“Shoto-pls-I cant-cant-” you panted out, your voice cracking with anxiety. You couldn't get a breath of air it seemed like, as if your body was getting suffocated by your own mind.

Shoto was worried-he had never seen you so worked up, so terrified as if something was going to happen to you at any moment. He tried to comfort you, his hands gripping your shoulders in order to ground you, but it wasn't working- you were having an attack of some sort, your mind unable to bring you down from your panic.

“Y/n, you're fine, everythings fine-” he tried to reassure you soothingly, but it didn't work, your eyes still wide with terror.

“It doesn't feel fine!” you cried in panic, “ Everything is crazy, and heavy, I cant think straight Shoto I cant-”

Shoto felt his heart break hearing your voice- you almost sounded desperate, as if you were begging him to help you.

He cupped your face in his hands, his intense bi-colored eyes staring into you. Even in the dark, Shoto could see how shaken you were by your dream-your eyes were big and doe-like, shining as tears threaten to spill out. It made his heart ache, his mind determined to bring you down from your attack.

“-Give me your hands.” he commanded softly, his voice deep and silky. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, your breath still irregular and intense as you slowly gripped his wrists. Your digits were shaking as they wrapped around his skin, his hand quickly detaching from your face to entangle with your fingers.

“Just focus on my voice. Can you do that for me my love? Just focus on me-nothing else.”

You quickly close your eyes, trying to do exactly what your boyfriend instructed you to do.

“What does that feel like?”

A strong sensation of cold filled your hands, the icyiness nipping at your skin. It shocked you at first,the sting an unwelcome sensation. But then your skin slowly got used to the foreign touch, the dull pain bringing a starker clarity to your mind.

“It-its cold,” your words felt thick as they stumbled out of your mouth, each one a labor to process out of your cluttered mind. But it was slowly getting less foggy, the sensation gently swiping the panic away.

“What else?”

“Its smooth, like-like silk. And slippery,” your eyes were scrunched shut, desperately trying to form your words. It was still a struggle, but getting slightly easier to just focus on his touch.

“Good, you're doing wonderful-” Shoto congratulated, his tone having a hint of relief. He could already notice how you were affected by his ice, happy that it was helping you in some way. “how does it feel against your palms,”

“It kinda stings but...it's nice,”you smiled, the panic already ebbing out of you. Your breath was finally normal, your mind felt clear, and the panic inside you had deceased. “ It hurt at first but then its numbs so I can feel it.”

“Do you feel better? More grounded?” Shoto asked, his tone worried, but a part of him already knew the answer. The small, tired smile on your lips and your soft expression told him loud and clear you had finally calmed yourself from your panic.

You opened your eyes tentatively, a hum of acknowledgement ringing from your lips.

Shoto smiled at you, relief washing over his face. But he wanted you to completely rid yourself of the panic, worried that if you weren't calm enough, you’d fall asleep and wake again to another nightmare.

“Take a few deep breaths-it will reconnect you alot better.” he stated softly, watching you close your eyes again and slowly breath.

Inhale...exhale-repeat.

You did this three times, each one grounding you more and more. The room felt cool and spacious again, the sheets werent suffocating anymore, and you finally felt at peace with yourself once again.

A small blush of embarrassment began to creep on your cheeks, as the realization struck you that you had had a full blown panic in the middle of the night.

“Thank you… Im so sorry I freaked out so much-” you apologized, your face flustered from your actions.

Shoto only smiled, his other hand busy at work to slowly melt the ice on your palms.

“Y/n, dont apologize. That was your body’s reaction to stress, something you cant control. Just-if you ever feel like that again, please don't hesitate to get me.”

The ice was now a pool of water on the bed, the sheets sucking up the silky droplets .Shoto gave you a loving smile, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss against your forehead

“ I can help you,love-I just don't want you going through that alone,”

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You twisted on the sofa, your face smashed against a pillow as you tried to forget about the excruciating pain in your core.

“DAMN MY UTEREUS,” you yelled into the pillow in frustration, your words muffled against the fabric.

“Is everything alright y/n-san?” Shoto asked, his eyebrows cocked up in worry.

Shoto was fully aware that this week was your “period” week, the intense cravings and sudden moodiness days prior signalling the dreaded time. Shoto was pretty, well, clueless to the female system, only knowing the basics from school health classes. He had felt slightly nervous around you all week, tending to you as if you were sick and in need of his care.

Of course you had told him that all the attention wasn't necessary, you could survive on your own, but that didn't stop him from doing little things like buying you the food you were craving or a fresh set of feminine products. He wanted to prove to you and himself he could take care of you.

You groaned again, a wave of intense pain making you curl into yourself.

“No…” you grimaced, “ I feel like there’s a butcher hacking at my insides and this damn water bottle is doing nothing-”

Shoto cocked his head, looking up from the book he was reading.

“Water bottle?What is that used for?”

Sure enough, there you were, your hands placing a water bottle wrapped in a thin layer of paper towels against your lower back. Your hands were pushing against it, almost to get it as close to your skin as your face contorted with pain.

“Well...I kind lost my heat pad,” you explained,” so this is my next best solution to just heat this thing up-but its not doing anything-”

Shoto looked at you, his heart breaking at the look of utter discomfort on your face. You looked as though you couldn't take it anymore, your lips quivering and your eyes threatening to spill tears. It was absolutely painful for Shoto, and he felt like it was his duty to at least help alleviate the havoc going on inside your body.

He scooted his body next to yours, his eyes soft with concern. You noticed a dip in the couch as Shoto sat closer to you, the sensation of his hands wrapping around your waist making your eyes shoot open.

Before you could register what was going on, Shoto had expertly pulled your body into his lap, your breath knocked out of your chest and your heart thumping. The water bottle was long forgotten on the floor, your knees cradling Shoto’s sides as he looked at you with those intense, bi-colored eyes

“Can I see if I can be of any help?” he asked, his voice low

“Sure,” you gulped out, “ but I dont know if-uhuh-”

Shoto’s hands wrapped fury against your lower back, his palms radiating an intense heat you had been craving for . The heat was so soothing, something you had desperately needed, and you couldn't help but slump against the man in relief.

“Does that feel a little better, love?”

“God, so much better,” you exhaled out

This is what it felt like to be painless? You seriously loved you boyfriend… you reached around your back to place your hand on his own, guiding his delicious heat to the most critical areas

“Ah...can you do a little lower,,that's it, right there-”

You smiled in relief as you found the perfect spot, your arms wrapping around Shoto’s neck lovingly.

“Who knew you had so many talents Shoto? I have to keep a list of all the amazing uses for that quirk of yours-” you joked, your cheeks nuzzling itself into his neck.

“Also-Im just telling you right now that I wont be leaving your lap for the next few hours-”

Shoto smiled, his cheeks a warm shade of red. DId you always have to be this cute, nuzzling your head into him like a little kitten? He lifted his left hand up to your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh thats alright, love, that doesnt bother me one bit-”

You lifted your head up in shock, a surprised grin enveloping on your face.

“THE Shoto Todoroki? Being flirty? Never thought Id see the day-”

Shoto smiled at you, his bi-colored eye twinkling with adoration. You felt your heart skip a beat, that warm hand on your lower back intensifying as he planted a warm kiss to your cheek

“Only for you dear,”

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[jungstruly]

Stupid Cupid || 00

You’ve ought to believe that you have a curse when it comes to love after a handful of disastrous dates, but when a certain baseball captain Lucas Wong finally looked your way, you were done with having that curse. The little love God can fuck himself anyways.

Or where in,

Best friend Haechan’s playing cupid and doing cupid’s dirty work behind your back to drive away your potential lovers all because of a pinky promise the both of you shared during high school. It’s only a matter of time until he blows his cover off. Until then, the stupid little cupid’s crazy plan to stop you from falling in love will be his top priority.

!! UPDATES EVERY TUESDAY AND SATURDAY !!

Genre || Rom-com, fuff, crack, slice of life, angst in the future, Uni!AU, Baseball!AU, Band!AU

Pairings || Business student slash bassist!Donghyuck x Architecture student!Reader x Engineering student slash baseball captain!Lucas (A side of Nursing student! Jeno, Business student!Renjun and Engineering student!Hendery)

Word Count || 3.2k

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PROLOGUE

   “Can you not stare at me while I study my physiology notes?” Jeno grumbled from his seat across yours. He pushed his glasses back up his nose bridge which were starting to slide off from reading for too long. Eyes not leaving his study material, he clicked his pen before scribbling something on his paper. 

“You’re starting to creep me out Y.N”

You slumped on the familiar café seat as you watched your friend study his heart out, too preoccupied to notice that it’s a little half past lunch time already. The small yet famous French café located literally beside the university grounds was still packed with students. Even if it’s already the early hours of the afternoon, the whole place was still buzzing with students enjoying their favorite home cooked meal with their friends as they take a break from their busy uni life. 

You leaned your head on the wide glass window beside you.

“I can still feel you.” He mumbled and you can’t help but let out an over dramatic sigh for the nth time since the both of you sat there. Your fingers played with the metal straw of your nearly empty iced tea. Jeno still felt your eyes boring through his head.

“That’s it,” He threw his notes on the table with a groan before finally meeting your eyes. “What do you want this time?”

Crossing your arms, you let out another loud sigh. A pout is evident on your lips as the nursing student leaned back to his seat and waited for you to spill your ‘tea’. “Jeno, we’ve been best friends since high school and I know that you won’t lie to me, ever.”

He hummed in response, urging you to continue whilst he dusts his white nursing uniform.

“I need you to be completely honest with me.” You grabbed his hands. 

Your actions made Jeno’s eyebrows rise, peering from his prescribed glasses to both of your hands clasped together.  “Like super duper, one hundred and one percent honest to me. Okay?”

“You’re scaring me Y.N.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Your laughter blended with the busy café noise as you looked him dead in the eye. Jeno’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down, trying to pull his hands away from your grasp.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” You tried to give him your best smile, your eyes blinking rapidly as you try to act cute.

With a chuckle, your best friend nodded in agreement. He peeled his hands away from you and sipped his turning cold latte. Jeno being the sweetheart that he is, knew exactly what to say. “Of course you are! You’ve always been beautiful inside and out.”

“Really?” 

Your eyes lit up in an instant. “With that being said, if you were given a chance to date me, will you date me?”

Jeno choked on the coffee that he was drinking. He coughed, reaching for a clean tissue on the table to wipe the corners of his lips. 

“T-the hell?”

You were about to open your mouth when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. The smell of cheese and basil leaves filled your senses .Your stomach grumbled and it only made you realize how hungry you were all this time.

“Y.N dear, your soup will be served in a while. Jeno, here’s your croque monsieur.”

Your coughing friend held out a thumb’s up as a thank you. His eyes fixated on the scrumptious meal in front of him despite almost choking to death. You on the other hand flashed the old woman a grin before she went back to the kitchen. 

“Thank you Mama Lee. Hyuck and Injun will be here in a while.”

Your attention went back to Jeno, handing him more tissue as he coughed on his fist. A look of disbelief was evident on his face as he eyed your sheepish figure.

The both of you looked up when a familiar brown leather messenger bag was roughly thrown beside Jeno. “That strategic management prof will be the death of me.”

The petite boy loosened his maroon necktie before he plopped down beside him with a huff. His sleeves were already rolled up as he put both arms behind his neck, leaning back to catch his breath. Renjun was about to run his mouth to talk how much of an asshole their substitute professor was when he noticed how red Jeno was.

He immediately sat straight out of excitement. “What did I miss?”

You shrugged jokingly, sipping your iced tea empty. Renjun caught a whiff of the food beside him, giving it a side eye to see if the owner’s paying attention before he went into stealth mode. Jeno immediately swatted Renjun’s hand away from his hot food but it was all too late when the culprit popped a huge crumb of cheesy goodness on his mouth with a grin.

“Y.N here asked me if she’s attractive.” Jeno said before taking a bite after his coughs subsided, giving the boy beside him a glare.

“We all know the answer to that.” Renjun snorted beside him as he tried to eat some of Jeno’s bread crumbs despite his annoyed look. 

“A huge fat No,”

You giggled, throwing him a punch across the table. “How mean, you little shit.”

“And,” Jeno swallowed down the huge bite of croque monsieur before speaking. All eyes were back on him before he shrieked in terror. 

He pushed his glasses up before pointing his finger at you. “She asked me if I would date her!”

Renjun’s hand went flying to his mouth. The both of them started to freak out as if you told them that you eat smelly socks for breakfast. You can’t help but to roll your eyes. Your lips curving upward, nevertheless. You love your best friends to bits and pieces but sometimes, you question your taste in people. 

“Remind me again why I have two morons as my friend.” You threw Jeno's used tissue, making them laugh in amusement. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the time from the clock above them as you leaned back to your seat-- only to sit right up back again. 

“Make that three. Where’s Hyuck?”

“Went to Mama Lee’s kitchen the moment he got here.” Renjun answered nonchalantly, standing up to pour himself a glass of water from the nearby counter. “That brat has always been the teacher’s favorite. It’s like his secret talent. Profs would even let him sleep in their class just because. It’s unfair.”

The news didn’t shock you and Jeno at all. Donghyuck may fool around but man, that kid is naturally good with numbers. It was old news already since he had always been a dean’s lister up until now in your third year in college. Jeno was about to take another bite when he saw your eyes fixated on it, making him offer you his food and urging you to open your mouth. You happily obliged of course.

You were munching with a smile when you heard a very familiar voice from the counter. The three of you mentally face palmed yourselves as the little devil who you were talking about earlier appeared. An apron was tied snuggly to his small waist along with his neatly folded black suit jacket draped on his forearm as he pretended to be a waiter. 

You wanted the earth to gobble you up when Donghyuck shouted your order up front, startling a lot of customers. “One onion soup for Ms. Y.N.”

He carefully set your onion soup down in front of you before setting his and Renjun’s orders down. You immediately scooped a mouthful and shoved it in your mouth. Only to realize a minute after, how hot it was.

“Of course it’s hot dumbass.” Donghyuck grabbed Renjun’s glass of water as the boy returned to his seat which earned an annoyed ‘hey’ from him. Eyes not leaving your panicked state, he sat down beside you. You emptied Renjun’s glass in no time.

“Ouch,” You stick your tongue out, in an attempt to cool it off. “Too hot,”

The boy beside you rolled his eyes with a scoff. Donghyuck started to slice the roasted chicken on his plate. “No shit Sherlock. I just popped that out from the oven. I know how much you love it when cheese turns crusty and brown.”

You grin from ear to ear as you shove a spoonful of it back to your mouth. This time, cooling it off. Renjun on the other hand snorted across from the both of you.

“Yeah, to the point of you putting half of my cheese in hers.” Jeno peered beside him before bursting into laughter. The boy beside him grunted in disbelief as he pushed his soup across the table just for everyone to see. “Look how sad it looks. Just look at this poor little thing!”

You giggled with a shrug, a bashful look already painted on your face. “Well, what can I say. I’m Hyuck’s and Mama Lee’s favorite customer after all.”

“Don’t be too full of yourself babe.” Donghyuck made sure to pinch your cheek which only earned a groan from you. You rubbed on your cheek with knitted brows. A soft smile played on your lips as you watched Donghyuck eat happily with his cute little apron tied on his waist, completely forgetting that it was still on him.

Feeling your eyes on him, he quickly sliced a huge chunk of meat. He blew some air on it in an attempt to cool the piping hot chicken before finally shoving it to your mouth.

“Aigoo, my baby,” Donghyuck laughed when he felt a punch on his shoulder. Flavors bursted on your tongue as you happily chewed. The boy beside you smiled in content, munching on his chicken again. 

“Anything I missed while I was in the kitchen?”

Jeno crossed his arms as he leaned back to his seat, watching everyone eat their heart out. “Nothing much, I was studying the whole time but Y.N here almost killed me.”

“You’re being dramatic. I could kill you if I wanted to.”

Renjun swallowed his food, clapping his hands like a seal as he remembered something.

“Y.N here has a bunch of questions.” Renjun’s eyes glinted with excitement and mischief as Jeno’s eyes met his with the exact glow. “I think you should answer them Hyuck.”

Donghyuck shrugged, reaching over to scoop from your soup to get a taste of his mom’s star dish. Your hands carefully pushed the bowl near him. “Shoot,”

You wiped your lips with a tissue before turning your body to him. He was too preoccupied with the hearty meal that he didn’t even bother to look at you.

“Am I attractive to you? Will you take me out on a date if you were given a chance, Hyuckie?”

His eyes turned like saucers as he choked on his soup, whipping his head to you just to check if you were messing with him. Your eyes blinked back at him with concern. The two boys on the other hand were laughing their asses off as they watched their friend’s struggle. Donghyuck glared at the both of them, clearly unamused. His hand started to cover his mouth to muffle his coughs.

“So,” You bite your lip. Your hand hitting his back to help him. “Won’t you?”

His eyes widened more. The poor boy violently coughed. Renjun offered him a new cup of water after laughing so hard with Jeno. Donghyuck downed the whole glass in one go, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before turning to you.

“You’re kidding.” He tried to laugh but when you shook your head with a genuine smile, he stopped. “You’re serious?”

“I’m serious.” You confirmed as you continued to eat. Donghyuck didn’t even bother to finish his meal. In fact, he felt like he was too full. He didn’t know if it was because of the soup or the butterflies whirling in his stomach.

“And why do you ask?”

Blood rose up to your cheek, nibbling on some croutons to make you look busy. “Just because,”

Jeno snapped his finger. You mentally thanked him as the attention turned to him. “I think I know why. Let me guess, is this because of that date you had with that Chenle dude during first year?”

Memories came back flooding back to you. The date you had with that wealthy Chinese business Tycoon heir was nothing but a disaster. Snippets of how he got dragged by a horse and rushed to the hospital only to find out that the poor boy broke his femur wasn’t really the best memory to have for your first date. 

“No, shut up.”

Jeno smirked from his seat as he pushed his glasses back up. Not because he was having fun teasing the hell out of you, but because Donghyuck started to sweat beside you. He mouthed Jeno a ‘fuck you’, showing him his fist in hopes of scaring him. Donghyuck remembered that day all too well as if he was there. Well, he was indeed there along with Renjun, hiding in a bush nearby as you and Chenle got a little too close for his liking.

Suddenly, Renjun bursted out laughing across from you, the metal straw still in his mouth as he sipped Jeno’s half empty coffee. He hitted Jeno’s arm out of happiness. “Second year, that date with Na Jaemin was just fucking gold.”

Renjun wheezed, eyes scrunching as he laughed. “That dumbass gave Y.N flowers and gave her an allergic reaction. Holy shit, her face was just too hideous and she even almost pooped in he-“

“Finish that sentence. See what happens.” 

You spat with brows furrowed together, only to join Renjun and Jeno’s laughter seconds later. It was embarrassing of course but it was way too funny. The second date was really a night to remember. You had to call Hyuck to pick you up halfway through your date because your face went, uh--- unrecognizable in front of your date. That night turned into a whole disaster to the point of praying everyday not to bump with Jamin inside the campus.

“Too funny,” Donghyuck tried to laugh along, making sure to give Renjun who was suggestively wiggling his eyebrows a hard glare. He fiddled with the hem of his apron.

Jeno was losing his shit as he reminisced how he helped the boy beside you buy some laxative the night before your date. You wiped your tears of happiness, totally oblivious by your three bestfriend’s mini staredown.

“I can really tell that cupid is definitely enjoying himself toying with my love life.” You joked, elbowing Donghyuck’s arm to urge him to laugh. “That little rascal.”

Jeno snickered in front of you. His eyes lingered on Haechan. “Oh, I bet cupid is having the time of his lif-“

As if on cue, Jeno yelped in pain. Donghyuck blinked back at him innocently as he tried to hide the fact that he stepped on his toe. He let out a breath of relief once he saw you laughing.

He can’t afford to let his cover be blown just because his two dickhead friends decided to bring up his crazy and obviously love sick plans for fun. Donghyuck ruining every single date that you have was a secret that he’ll bring to his grave. He can’t afford for you to know that he was the reason for every unleashed disaster in your dates. 

As he quietly went back to his meal, he couldn’t help but to breathe a sigh of relief as you started to talk excitedly about your architecture project in class. The previous conversation was already forgotten but the knowing look on Jeno and Renjun was still there.

Oh, if only you knew that cupid was a lot closer than you think. 

Literally an arm’s length away, munching on his roasted chicken with a small smile. 

That small smile didn’t even last that long when he felt your hands gripped his forearm tightly. Your squeals of excitement filled his ears as you began to shake his shoulder violently. He looked at Jeno and Renjun in hopes to know what was happening. The three boys shared a surprise look.

“Oh God.” Your eyes didn’t leave the large window still beside you, leaning on Donghyuck as you repeatedly hit his forearm. “That’s the guy! That’s the frikin guy, oh my god!”

Donghyuck pretended that he wasn’t interested in your shenanigans but he was all ears. “What guy? Use your words Y.-”

“The guy,” Hands waving excitedly in front of you, you gave your best friends a look before your attention went back to the tall mysterious guy in front of a building across the cafe you were in. 

“The guy I kept on talking about. Literally tall, lean and handsome? Remember?”

Jeno squinted as he tried to spot the guy that you were talking about. Different groups of students spread here and there which made it harder for him to find the guy. “Nah.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.” Renjun shrugged, pushing Jeno to the side to look for ‘this guy’. Nose almost touching the window glass, he chuckled. “You have one good eyesight Y.N. I can’t clearly see people all the way from there.”

Your cheeks started to hurt from smiling. The tall guy’s head tilted back in laughter as he and his friends played around. “He’s the one I told you about? My happy crush?”

“Your happy crush,” the two boys in front of you repeated your words. It took them a couple of seconds before both of their heads whipped their heads to you-- to Haechan to be precise. “Your happy crush!”

You flinched at their sudden outburst. Not wanting any attention to the four of you, you shushed them. Donghyuck ignored their surprised look as he peered on the window beside you. His eyes spotting the familiar boy that you were gushing about. Oh dear, he knew your ‘happy crush’ very well. In fact, Donghyuck didn’t like him at all for some personal reasons. Along with the fact that he got you wrapped around his finger, of course. There’s no way in hell that he’ll tell you his name let alone meet each other. 

His eyes widened the moment he saw the tall guy with his friend started walking towards the window. In just a few feet more, you’ll get the perfect view of your ‘happy crush’s’ face in no time. Donghyuck did the unthinkable before you even returned your attention back to the window. He collapsed beside you, putting his whole weight on your body as he screwed his eyes shut.

You snorted from his side, clearly unamused. Your shoulder tried to push his body away from you. “Hyuckie! You’re heavy, now quit playing around.”

You tried to push his body away from you, when you eventually stopped trying. You decided to let the back of his head rest on your chest as you realize that the boy may or may not want to cuddle, only for your blood to run out of your face the moment Donghyuck’s body fell limp in your arms.

“Hyuckie? Hyuckie?” Your hand lightly tapped his soft, honey-skinned cheeks. The boy in your arms didn't move an inch.

“Guys,” Panic coursed through your veins, as your breath hitched. 

Jeno and Renjun were stunned while looking at each other, finally piecing out that this could be Hyuck's heat stroke tendency. 

“I think we need to call the ambulance.”

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[supimjustwriting]

When We Were Young

Cater Diamond x Reader

Summary: It’s been five years since Cater graduated from NRC. He spent his time traveling Twisted Wonderland, visiting the Hot Sands, to the resorts that the Coral Sea has to offer. Yet something was missing. Despite keeping in touch with most of his past classmates. There’s just one person he couldn’t get a hold of. You. One day when he’s back in his hometown. Trey sends him a text saying that they’re planning to hold a reunion party with their first years. Cater agreed right away, not expecting on meeting someone he thought he’d never see again.

Inspired by the song When We Were Young ~ Adele Cover listened to while writing When We Were Young (Acoustic) ~ Shaun Reynolds

Author’s Note: I feel like I made Cater a bit more serious than he actually is but hey! He’s older. Maybe he grew up a bit.

I don’t know if tumblr will actually alert you of this tagging @twistedintern but maybe this will help Cater grow on you? You don’t have to read this of course. I know Mr. Diamond isn’t everyone’s cup of tea,

Just one wave of nostalgia was enough to sweep him off his feet and back to his days at NRC. The jokes you’d crack with your fellow first years, your bravery when Riddle overbolted, the goodbye and longing gaze you shared when he graduated. Cater could’ve sworn everyone was back in their uniforms, only to blink a few times for reality to settle again.

His feet swayed beneath him as forest eyes stared at your ghostly figure. The pumpkin haired male tried to call out to you. Only to be interrupted by Kalim, his signature bright smile painting his lips as he draped himself over his former club mate.

“Did you bring it? I can’t wait to see how everyone’s changed! You don’t mind me taking a peek, do you?” The white haired male asked, already reaching for his friend’s phone.

Chuckling at the gesture. Cater simply held his phone above his head, putting a finger to his lips. “Now, now. I want to leave it as a surprise for everybody. So, you gotta wait like everyone else. Okay ~?” His voice went back to a somewhat cheery tune as he made his way to the clear screen, quickly connecting his device. He couldn’t help but smile at the past memories on his phone as he slowly scrolled his way down to the video he made dedicated to when the first years started.

“Okay everybody! As your lovely seniors we have yet another gift for you! I’m sorry but you can’t get rid of us that easily! I kid. I kid,” He chuckled at his own joke, his eyes scanning the crowd for you. ‘Was he really just seeing what he wanted to see? You did say that you wanted to go back home. There’s no way you stayed.’ He reminded himself before gesturing to the large screen behind him.

“Here we have documentation of us laughing, crying, and everything in between with yours truly as the photographer! Of course, the others sent me some pictures and videos they took. So, please give a round of applause to our anonymous donators!” His smile bloomed wider as he watched the others gave their friends suspicious looks or gazed at the screen with palpable anticipation.

“Please enjoy!” He called out before moving out of the way, quickly making his way to his old dorm mates.

~

Watching the past play before his eyes caused his heart to ache and soar all at the same time. The ‘youthful’ laughter that beamed at him with the comfort of an old friend. Damn, he was barely in his twenties and he already feels old. Is this something Lilia felt regularly?

Before his eyes could even spot the fae, the thought was quickly swept from his mind as his ‘battle’ with Riddle played on screen. Cater chuckled at his former Dorm Leaders blush, resting his hand on Riddle’s shoulder to give it squeeze.

“You won fair and square. Besides, I believe you ran the dorm more smoothly than I ever did,” he whispered to his juniors ear, his bright smile never leaving his lips despite the bitter words that left them.

Roars of laughter filled the room with each clip and picture. Some (many) students tearing up at the years that passed by while old jokes and tales bubbled from their throats.

Everything felt so simple and structured back then. RIP and respect to the teachers that had to raise them into the people they are now.

When your face filled the screen, the room went silent. No one could forget the magicless human that helped them despite being so powerless. Many couldn’t decide if stupidity led their actions or a heart of gold. At the end of day they were grateful for their intervention.

~

Were you even here to enjoy these memories with them? He thought as the video ended and the students went back to cheerful chatter. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of the tweels teasing Azul for his tears. Jade offering the octopus a handkerchief.

Yet despite all the old faces, his mind always wandered back to you. Cater swore he heard Ace and Deuce speak your name. Whether it was in passing or greeting you, he wasn’t sure. But your fleeting figure always danced at the edge of his gaze, only to disappear when he looked for you.

“Cater senpai!”

It couldn’t be. Cater felt his heart jump to his throat as his head whipped to the sound of your all too familiar voice. His legs moved faster than his brain. Arms already wrapped around you as he pulled you close. Head buried against the top of your head with a nuzzle as if to check you were really there.

“Cater senpai. Your hug is killing me. Please let go,” your muffled voice caused him to jump back. His signature smile painting his lips.

‘I thought I was never gonna see you again.’

He kept his thought shut tight in his mind, beaming at you, “you made it! I thought you went back home,” green eyes gazed at you like a puppy greeting their owner back home from work. Everything about you was different, yet the same. Did you grow taller? Were you resting properly? There’s bags under your eyes. So, many questions flooded his mind but all he really wanted was to hear your voice again.

“Well, I decided to stay,” a sheepish smile formed on their features as they continued hesitantly. “I know that I came from another world and there’s people I miss there but if I go back then I’ll miss everyone here. I’ll basically be going back to square one. So, I decided to make a new normal and stay with you guys. Ace and Deuce are already helping me find a part time job while we all room together,” you chuckled at the plan already smelling the chaos that followed.

“Eh? You’d rather hang out with them than me? I thought we had a moment when I graduated,” Cater sighed dramatically, hoping that his playful mask was still snuggly in place.

“About that,” Y/N took his hand, leading him away from the hustle and bustle of the reunion.

When was the last time someone made his heart flutter like this? Sure he dated other people over the years but they never got his heart racing. Not like you and your enchanting smile, your soft touch. Everything about you he just wanted to fill a whole memory card with. Even that wouldn’t be enough.

“Y/N?” your name escaped his lips like a hopeful prayer.

“Do you think we can start something together? We don’t have to date, of course! I don’t mind being friends. It’s just-” a pair of lips swallowed your worries, leaving your heart racing.

“Y/N from the day I left NRC I’ve been traveling the world looking for something. The whole time whenever I tried something new or saw something beautiful I wanted to share it with you. Will you come with me this time?” green eyes burrowed into yours as Cater awaited your answer.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Cater Diamond #Twisted Wonderland Dandelion #I've honestly been putting off writing this because it kinda hits close to home #Growing up and watching all your friends grow and change is so bittersweet #Sadly I feel like that I'm being left behind #I actually made this blog in hopes of filling my day with something #Stupid writers block #If you read the tags I'm so sorry #Please take care!