#granted this could also mean just resting together and that's something he's fine with too

[skynapple]

Midnight Dew and Promises

Pairing: Jeremiah x MC {reader}

*Tosses this out into the wind*

After a long week of strategizing with your fellow Lightseekers and finally receiving a quiet moment, you find yourself unable to sleep. With Jeremiah being your constant companion for 200 years, you've begun to see him differently.

Since @hirayaea asked, although this is expanded on something I originally wrote to pester @caisjunlis.

Jeremiah sits next to you on the grass where you're sat under the moonlight. The wet grass beneath you soaks into your skin making you shiver but you can't seem to move. In the distance you can hear critters rustling and bugs chirping, creating a soft midnight lull. You barely look over at him while he moves his hand over to yours, gently grazing his thumb over your own. In 200 years and being your constant companion, it was a familiar form of comfort whenever you got that lost look in your eyes.

"I'm tired, Jeremiah." You say after a moment.

He doesn't speak. Then a sly smirk you've grown accustomed to starts to form on the tips of his mouth and you immediately regret speaking up.

"If you ever committed to sleeping at all-" he begins, "You might not be."

Because of his proximity, you can feel him stretching forward, fingers laced together as if he's straining to soothe a muscle.

"Gracious, my shoulders could really use the weight of- oh! what's this? Yes, indeed!" He pretends to be examining your head with his fingers, framing your facing while squinting through them. "Incredible! Your head is just the correct size and weight."

You burst into a groan, but you're giggling too. "You're impossible," you say.

He chuckles. "Impossibly dashing if I do say so myself."

You indulge him, for once, leaning your head into the crook of his shoulder. For once you take in his scent. It's crisp, refreshing, but different from the scent of the dew soaked grass beaneath you. It's familiar, comforting. He pulls his arm around your shoulders to pull you a little closer.

"Ah, see here? Your head fits just so. Will you rest now?"

"Only a little. If you ever shut up."

"Shutting up."

For a while neither of you speak, so when he does, you almost think you imagine it.

"I'm tired too," he breathes, "but not of you."

It's not like him to be so earnest, but you're grateful for it. Grateful for the stability that his companionship has granted you. He's grown now, matured in ways that only war could bring. You have to admit, the light touches of humor he shares are a breath of fresh air. He knows when to hold his tongue when it counts.

"And will you ever tire of me?" You ask quietly. "What will you do?"

He's leaning his head against yours now too, pondering your question.

"Tire of you? I'm not sure that's possible. You have a way of keeping things interesting. Even if that means at my expense."

You snort. "If only you were a lesser target."

"If only? You wound me."

"You should carry a salve."

"Trust me, with your constant battering, I do."

With his free hand, he fishes through the pouches on his pockets and reveals a small vial of healing salve. "See! It says here, the instructions in fine print. Take one drop for every instance of blows received from Miss [y/n]."

You smack his arm playfully.

"Careful! For a blow such as that, I might need to administer the whole bottles' contents."

"You've made your jest, yet you neglected to provide an answer."

He places the bottle back in its pouch and lifts his head to look at you. The moonlight catches the blonde flecks of his curly hair so that it looks like he's glittering. It's not a windy night, but the coolness of the air still catches your cheeks as his warmth pulls away from you, making you keenly aware also of your wet clothes.

"[Y/n], if I ever tire of being your companion, it will be because I no longer possess a sane soul."

Satisfied with this answer, you smile and hold your hands out to catch his, rising as he lifts you to your feet. You shake the dew best you can away, but know that it's useless.

"See? Always an interesting day with you," He says, already lifting his outer coat off to wrap around you, pinning your arms against your body as he wraps you tightly. He really never had a problem with these gestures of physical closeness. "Today's occurrence of interest is," he continues, "My companion leads me to be soaked to the bone with wet and cold in the middle of the night. Will we grow ill and die a most painful death? More tomor-" Since you can't move your arms, you cut him off with a blunt headbutt to the chest. He yelps in surprise, not in pain.

"Alright, alright. I'm serious! You cannot be outside like this at your own leisure like this again."

You groan again, leaving your head where it landed on his chest.

"Well! I couldn't sleep. I wanted to see the stars."

"You and your stargazing..." He shakes his head, pulling you tighter, somehow, into him. "You leave me no choice here."

In one motion, he scoops you up in his jacket bridal style so you have to throw your arms around his neck to hold on.

"Jeremiah!" You holler in surprise, not knowing yet that he just does these things because he likes it when you say his name the way that you do.

He laughs as he begins trudging through the field with you in his arms like you bear no extra weight to him. Despite knowing his physical strength by now, knowing it and experiencing it are two different things. You can feel the strength in his arms and you feel strangely secure and relaxed.

"Apologies. It was time for bed, Miss."

"I see. You're tired of me already."

"Never. But somebody needs to keep you in check."

He carries you the whole way and for the remaining duration of it you don't speak. His footsteps and the lull of the night noises begin to make you sleepy. You suddenly realize how tired you actually are.

When he sets you on your feet at the entrance of your current military base, you thank him but don't necessarily let go of him immediately.

"Jeremiah?" You start timidly, tiredness seeping into your vocal chords.

"Hmmm?" He answers, his curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat of carrying you.

"I'll not tire of you either then."

"Is that so?" He grins, tiredly too, but looking a little too cocky. You smirk, glad for the playfulness to ease your pounding heart.

"Just one thing..." You continue, reaching up with one hand to brush the curls away from his brows. He almost leans down into you as you do.

"Another request? Free of charge I assume?"

"Jeremiah..."

"Fine, let's hear it then."

You pause.

"You're not allowed to leave me."

He grows serious at your words, something flashing in his eyes that settles into understanding, arms curling around your waist as if you're made of delicate glass. You can feel him breathe against you as his head draws closer. Something has changed, he is meek, yet there's a strength and confidence in his tone. He doesn't waste another second pulling you into another tight embrace.

"Consider it done."

#jeremiah x mc #lnds jeremiah #lnds mc #lads jeremiah #lads mc #love and deepspace #love and deepspace jeremiah #love and deepspace mc #madi writes #madi plays lnds #I'M SORRY I JUST HAD HALF OF THIS WRITTEN ALREADY #LET ME HAVE MY RARE PAIRS #I love him your honor #I'm so sorry Xav you're still my favorite but #something about HIM

[littlespacereader]

Hiii friend!!! I'm back again!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!!

So I started college the other day and so far pretty much every break between classes I have found myself regressing a little (despite trying not to). I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing a fic with any Moonknight character/s and maybe them messaging or phoning reader during class breaks and basically just making sure the reader is okay whilst without them and keeping them entertained.

Obviously completely fine if not!!!

Hope you're having an amazing day/evening/night!!! <333

As someone who is struggling themselves at college I can totally relate and sympathize with you! College sometimes stresses me out to the point of regression or I have so much fun I don’t realize I’m regressing. It’s a tricky situation! So reading this request made me feel a bit better knowing I wasn’t the only one struggling. I love the idea of Steven/Marc and even Jake all checking in on their little one. As per usual I gave a bit extra content to the story but I know you’ll enjoy it! This one talks about the first day at college (which is always super scary!!) and how the three comfort and help their little one.

After writing this I got the idea for another fic, maybe a part 2 to this, where the reader has a bad day at college and Marc, Steven and Jake all make the reader feel better after a rough day at college. What do you think? Let me know if you want me to write that one next😁 Anyway! I hope you enjoy this fic! 💞💞

The Little Moon Goes To School🌙

Caregiver!Marc Spector, Caregiver!Steven Grant, Caregiver!Jake Lockley & GN Little!Reader

Tags - anxiety, first day of school,

Nicknames- little moon, little one, sweetheart, love, Papa(for Jake), kiddo

Steven was a nervous wreck tonight. Tomorrow was his little one’s first day at school…well…first day back to college. He was so excited for them! Don’t get him wrong! But with the new change brought a new sense of anxiety to Steven, Marc and even Jake.

The summer had been spent with his little one close to his side. They went plenty of times to the museum together, plenty of times to the park. But as the summer came to a close both Steven and his little one started to become anxious with the new change of things.

But let’s start with the positives first! That’s how Steven likes to think!

The two of them had fun going to the shop and getting new school supplies. I mean who doesn’t love new school supplies?! Y/N picked out a cute star and moon themed backpack with a matching lunch box, a new water bottle, some notebooks and pencils and finally a rain jacket for the stormy weather London was known for having.

The next positive thing was they could take the bus together every morning. So it was almost like Steven was dropping them off at school each day on his way to work. Plus they wouldn’t be riding by themselves.

Next they could text each other throughout the day. Incase Y/N started to feel little or something was wrong, Steven was simply a text away. Despite Donna’s no phone policy, he managed to make an exception to her tough rule.

Lastly they would see each other at the end of the day, share a bus ride back to their apartment and have the rest of the evening together.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so terrible after all?

Steven kept on a strong face, making sure not to show his little one he was just as anxious about the change as they were. I mean they were inseparable the whole summer, and now they were off to college during the day and he was off to work.

Marc was also just as worried and concerned as Steven, though he was better at hiding it. He took a tour of the school with Y/N, asked a ton of questions about campus safety, and scoped the area out. The school seemed safe enough, but nothing was too safe for his little one expect for when he was by their side. He was also interest in making sure this school was able to meet all his little ones academic needs.

Jake only popped in to explain to Y/N what they should do incase of an attack, which is the last thing Steven wanted Y/N to have to worry about. Jake provided some pepper spray and a very large knife for Y/N to carry with them to school. The knife or more like machete was soon confiscated by Marc when Y/N was asleep. The pepper spray was good enough.

Then, before any of the three personalites knew it, it was the morning of the dreaded day. The alarm clock broke the silence of the peaceful morning.

Both Steven and Y/N groaned awake, wishing for another hour of sleep. But soon the two were out of bed and rushing around the small apartment.

Steven breakfast while Y/N checked their backpack to make sure everything was still packed and ready to go. Then it was off to getting changed. Steven wore his usual, button down shirt and his grey jacket. But Y/N went through one outfit then another than another, each of which Steven thought looked amazing.

But he could see it wasn’t about the outfit their chose, it was mostly their anxiety making them second guess themselves. After the 4th outfit choice Steven stopped them.

He turned them the mirror and smiled, “You look absolutely amazing darling.”

He turned them back around and looked into their eyes with a proud looks on his face, “I can’t tell you how proud I am of you taking such a big step like going to college. You are so incredibly brave. I couldn’t be more proud of you than I already am.”

With tears in both of their eyes, they hugged. Just the two of them, Caregiver and Little, hugging in their small yet cozy apartment.

After a moment or two they broke apart, wiping the tears from their eyes. “Here,” Steven grabbed their hair brush. “Let me do your hair before we leave.”

Steven, Marc and Jake all had their favorite things to do when it came to their little one. Steven was the snuggle bug of the three. He loved to hold or be close to his little one all the time. The three also realized that Steven is the best when it came to doing their little one’s hair since he’s the most gentle.

So it because a routine of Y/N and Steven that he would do their hair in the morning for them. A cute way to start the day! With Y/N all nice and done, the two started to walk towards the front door of their flat.

“Wait!” Steven called from behind them. “We’re forgetting something I just know it.”

Y/N looked at Steven confused, “I don’t think we are…I checked my backpack before getting changed.”

But Steven shook his head, “No I think we’re forgetting something I just can’t…OH!”

Steven ran over to the fridge and took out Y/N’s lunchbox and water bottle. “There we are. Can’t forget your lunch.” He went behind Y/N, putting their lunch box and water bottle securely inside.

“Now are we ready for school?” Steven asked only to get a sad smile from Y/N and a nod of their head.

~~~

I walked out of the flat with Steven and down the hall to the elevator, the entire time holding onto his hand tightly. Reality was kicking in, I would have to leave him soon.

Now I know what you’re thinking “Wow this is very dramatic for just being gone the whole day. It isn’t like you won’t be seeing him at the end of the day.” And you’re right, while it is nice that I’ll be seeing him at the end of the day, it didn’t help my anxiety that I would be away from him the entirety of the day.

We spent the summer together, me right at his side. So to have the majority of my day without him scared me. What if something happened? What if I started to feel Little again? There were too many possibilities.

Faster than I would’ve liked, we made it to the lobby of our apartment building. As always the guy who sells brooms was right outside.

“He’s here this early in the morning? Who wants a broom at this time?” I asked Steven.

He chuckled, “I can’t say I wake up and go: you know what I need right now? A broom.” The two of us laughed.

As we walked down the street we saw our bus arrive. The two of us looked at each other and started to run.

“Wait!” Steven waved with one hand to get the bus driver’s attention. I held onto his other hand tightly as we ran to the runway bus.

Thankfully the driver saw us in time. As the doors opened Steven and I caught our breaths before hoping onto the bus.

“If we made the bus without running to it, I’d have to check if it was a dream or not.” I joked.

“We do not have a good record with the bus schedule.”

“I think they do it on purpose to us.” I added.

We both too a seat towards the back of the bus. And as the bus pulled away and started down the road, the reality of leaving Steven started to hit me some more. I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. Steven immediately took note of this and wrapped and arm around my shoulders.

“I know today is going to be tough. But just know I’ll be here if you need anything. You can always text me or call me and I’ll answer right away. Even if it’s not an emergency and you just need someone to talk to I’m just a text away.” Steven tried to reassure.

That definitely made me feel better. I nodded my head and remind resting against Steven.

“I’m going to miss you so much today. I’ll miss my little museum helper.” Steven kissed the top of my head.

“I’m going to miss you too. The summer was too short.”

Steven signed, “Yeah it was too short. But we did have a lot of fun, yeah? And now that the summer is over we have the fall to look forward too. You’re gonna love London in the fall Y/N.”

“Next stop University Parkway.” The bus announced.

Immediately without realizing I grabbed Steven’s hand and held it tightly in mine. My heart picked up speed. I wanted to go to college sure, but I didn’t want to go without Steven. Infact I didn’t want to be without him.

Steven held me closer, his arm still wrapped comfortably around my shoulder and his other hand rubbing small circled on mine.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. The first day is always super scary. But you’ll be okay. I’m sure you’re going to have lots of fun and make tons of friends. I can’t wait to hear about it all tonight.”

I looked up at him and nodded, tears threatening to spilling. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Steven had to fight it in himself not to cry as well, “I don’t want you too either, but I know you’re going to do amazing today. I’m so very proud of you.”

With that he pulled Y/N into a hug, wrapping one arm around their back and the other holding their head.

The moment was interrupted by the bus coming to a stop. The two broke apart and walked to the doors of the bus.

“Make sure you text me when you get to your class alright?” He reminded me.

“I will.” I ran over and gave him one last hug of the morning. “I love you.”

“I love you to my little moon.” He broke apart from our hug and kissed my forehead. “Later gators.” He smiled.

With one last smile I exited the bus and took in the university. I turned back around and waved to Steven as the bus took off. Then it was just me, by myself, to take on the university.

All it took was that first step. So with one deep breath I took my first step and started walking to the main building to go to class.

~~~

Steven smiled and waved Y/N off as the bus pulled away. Once he was out of sight, he moved to sit back in his seat and finally let go. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to pull himself together. But at the moment he couldn’t.

It broke his heart to see Y/N so anxious and afraid. He wished he could take it all away, all the worry, all the sadness, all the anxiety. He wished he could spend every second with his little one.

But as soon as he knew it the bus came to a halt at his stop, the museum. He got off and clipped his name tag on as he made his way to the entrance.

“Hello Stephan! Where’s your little one today?” The security guard asked.

“It’s still Steven,” he made a point of correcting. “And Y/N won’t be working with me for a little bit, she’s at college.”

“Aw! What a shame! I miss that little bugger running around.”

“Yeah me too.” Steven sighed.

Like clockwork, Steven’s phone pinged. He lifted it up to see Y/N’s text message:

Just got through all the new student orientation and info and I finally made it to my class. Marc was right it was on the left side of the building.😂 But I found it and I’m about to start class. Text you after! 💞💞

Steven smiled at his phone. A wave of relief filled him. They made it to their class alright! He sent them a text back:

So happy to hear you made it there safely! Have a fun class sweetheart! Love you lots!💘

“Stevie!” Donna voice rang out.

“Donna, how are you?” Steven tried to ease in.

“You’re 4 minutes late. And no phones at work.”

“I understand I’m late today. But we already talked about the phone rule. I have to check it incase Y/N needs anything or anything is wrong.” Steven wasn’t someone who had too big of a voice, that was usually Marc or Jake. But when it came to Y/N, he was as loud as me needed to be.

“Right, right, it’s kind of odd seeing you without Y/N here. I almost miss them.” Donna said before she walked away.

Steven smirked to himself, he would definitely have to tell Y/N that later.

~~~

Another text pings Steven’s phone while he’s behind the counter of the gift shop.

Just got out of class. Super nice Professor and the subject is really interesting! I met this girl who sat next to me. She’s super nice. I think I made a friend! :)

That’s wonderful sweetheart! I can’t wait to hear about this new friend and the class!😄 I gotta funny story for you, but it’s going to come as a bit of a shock.

Lay it on me! I’m dying to know!

Donna said she actually misses you.

WHAT?! 😱

I’m dead serious. I almost had a heart attack myself!

Well I had a heart attack and I’m dead now😂💀 Is she feeling okay?

I think she better see a doctor honestly. She’s being almost too nice to me today.😬

Maybe it’s an imposter Donna?👀

You could be right Y/N! I gotta keep a close eye on her.👀

I just found my next class! I’ll text you after that one. Have fun at the gift shop! Talk to you soon!💞

Later gators🐊💘

In a while crocodile🐊💞

~~~

After my second class it was off to lunch. The school had food for sale at the food court but Marc insisted it was all terrible junk food. So he packed me a lunch instead.

I sat down at a lone table and pulled out my lunch box. Right upon opening it was three notes on top, one from Marc, Steven and even Jake.

Hope you have a wonderful day at school. If anyone gives you a weird look or says anything to you, let me know. I promise I won’t kill them. Love you el amado

- Jake :)

Have an amazing day at school. I hope you have a lot of fun and make plenty of friend. I also hope you enjoy the lunch. It’s all your favorites with a cookie at the bottom. (Don’t tell Steven;) ) Love you kiddo!

- Marc

Have a great first day of college Y/N! I love you so much my little moon! I just know you’re going to have so much fun and I can’t wait to hear about it! Love you from the bottom of my heart!

- Steven ❤️ xoxox

Tears started to sting my eyes. Despite my caregiver only being one person, I felt the love of three Caregivers. I couldn’t believe they all took the time to write me a cute little note in my lunch box! I grabbed my phone and started to text Steven:

Thank you for the notes in my lunch box! It was really sweet of you guys! 💞

It was Marc’s idea. He wanted you to have a little piece of each of us on your first day.

What does ‘amado’ mean?

Jake says it means beloved.

That’s sweet of him! Tell him I said thank you. And Marc too!🥰🥰 Can I call you? Are you on lunch too?

Yeah! Just give me a second to clear it with Donna and I’ll take my lunch break. That way we can have lunch together. 😁💘

True to his word, after a couple of minutes my phone began to rang. I picked it up and answered it.

“Steven!!”

“Y/N!! How are you doing? How’s school been so far?”

“It’s been fun! I met another friend in my last class. His name is David. And he offered to show me around the campus one day. He seemed pretty nice.”

There was a bit of silence on the phone for a second. Before I realized it someone spoke again.

“Who is this…David.” Jake’s voice came through the phone.

I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, “Jake it’s nothing to worry about. He seems fine. I promise! Plus I’m wayyy to busy for any tour today.“

“Alright fine. But if this David starts to act a bit odd you just let me know cariño.” (dear)

“I will Padre.” The nickname slipped out before I realized it. I wasn’t regressing…was I? No, no I was just saying that to Jake as a sign of endearment…yeah…totally…

I quickly changed the subject before he could comment on it, “Steven! Can you ask him to make his special mac and cheese tonight?”

“What’s wrong with my Mac and cheese?” Steven asked.

“There’s nothing wrong! I like yours too…but Marc’s is the best. Sorry!”

It was the honest truth. Marc was more of a chef than the other two personalities. There was a bit of silence until…

“I’d be happy to make it for you tonight. It’s the perfect night for it too, a bit chilly. That way the mac and cheese will warm you right up.” Marc said.

I giggled and kicked my feet under the table. I love Marc’s mac and cheese so much!

“Thank you!! And please tell Steven not to be be down. He always make the best desserts!” I explained, hoping not to hurt Steven’s feelings.

Marc spoke up again changing the subject, “Y/N, are you starting to regress a little bit?” He asked in his normal stern tone. Steven was the pushover, but Marc and Jake were…stern to say the least.

Now was my turn for silence on the other end of the phone. After a moment I answered, “Yeah. I just…I miss you guys.” I looked up in the hopes of not crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright! You’re okay! You’ve only got one more class after this and then you’ll hop on the bus and see us again! Look how far you’ve made it on your own today! You should be so proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” I said wiping my eyes. “Just one more class.”

“Exactly, just one more class and then when you walk onto the bus we’ll be waiting there with open arms for you sweetie. You got that?” Marc asked.

“Yeah.” I smiled at the thought.

“Alright then, I’ll give it back to Steven.”

Now that was funny, as if to give him the phone and not the body, which is what he really meant.

“Hi darling! Still doing alright?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see you later!”

“Oh I can’t wait to see you my little moon! I can’t wait hug you and hold you all night.”

Despite Steven best efforts he was making feel more and more little by the second.

“Steven…what should I do if I’m feeling small at school?”

“Hmmm,” Steven hummed in concentration. “That’s a good question darling. Well, first you’re making the right choice letting me know. That way, incase of an emergency, I know what headspace you’re in.”

“Secondly,” Steven continued, “I would put your headphones on. Whether you listen to music or not it will block out the outside noises and make it a little less overwhelming for you.”

“Finally, if you feel too little and want to hold your stuffie you have two options. You could outright hold your stuffie or you could stick their arm out of your backpack. That way if you want to feel their presence, all you have to do is reach back and hold their hand.” Steven explained.

I nodded and took a deep breath. I could do this, just one more class and then I could regress the night away. Steven was right and his idea were just what I needed. “Thank you, I needed that.”

“Of course darling. I’m always happy to help. Listen, I’ll let you go because your lunch is probably ending soon but I’ll see you tonight. If you need me feel free to call or text. Alright love? I love you my little moon.”

I held the phone a little tighter in my hands. Oh how I wish I could just jump through the phone and be with him right now. But I will be strong, just one more class.

“I love you too. Later gators.” My voice broke a bit on the end of that sentence. With that we hung up.

I took another deep breath and tried to level myself. I grabbed my headphones and put the over my ears. Without music playing I kept them on and tried to stop myself from crying. I’ve had a great day! I don’t understand why I’m so upset suddenly.

But then it hit me, the fight against my regression was weighting heavy on me. My body and mind were frustrated with the resistance of not to regressing immediately. But the headphones started to help tremendously.

I grabbed Steven, Marc and Jake’s notes and put them in my pocket for some reassurance. I put my lunchbox away and back into my backpack. There inside I met eyes with my stuffie of Taweret. She stared back at me with her sweet hippo smile. My heart tugged at me to pull her out and hug her. But instead I took Steven’s advice and stuck her hand out so I could hold it every I felt I needed to.

With that I swung my bag onto to my back and went off to my next class.

~~~

Steven anxiously waited on the bus. His shift was over and how he was on his way back home. But first was picking his little one up from their stop. He was lucky enough to get a seat this time, the bus being crowded with the rush hour crowds.

He couldn’t wait to see Y/N. He was nervous the whole rest of the evening with Y/N explaining how they were starting to feel little as the day went on. He hoped he gave them good advice, he hoped they were alright.

Just as he boarded the bus they texted and said they were out of class and heading to the bus stop. So hopefully that meant that by now they were waiting at the bus stop.

But what if something went wrong? Or what if they weren’t there? Steven shook his head and listened to both Marc and Jake yell at him internally. No, Y/N was alright, and they would be right there waiting for him.

Sadly it didn’t makes his nerves feel any less at ease than they didn’t before. The only thing that would make them better is seeing Y/N. Luckily for him he was only one stop away.

His foot bounced anxiously as the bus rounded the corner to the college. Steven stood up and held the handrail as the bus came to a stop right in front of the university. And there Y/N stood.

Y/N smiled through the window at Steven. They ran into the bus and right into Steven’s arms.

“Steven!!!” They hugged Steven so right he could barely breathe.

“Y/N!!” Steven said, hugging back just as tight. “It’s so good to see you! I miss you so much my little moon.”

The two broke apart when the bus started again and they both almost fell over. Steven ushered them to sit while he held the rail next to their spot.

“How was your day darling?” He asked.

“It was amazing!! College is awesome! I met so many nice people and my classes seem like a lot of fun! I met this one girl and she has a pet frog! Could you imagine having a pet frog?!”

Steven laughed. “No I definitely cannot see myself having a pet frog. I’m so happy you had such a great day!” He ruffed their hair a bit.

“I’m happy I did too. I missed you! A lot! But I did have a good day. But now my day is the best!” Y/N said kicking their feet under their chair on the bus.

Steven smiled at his little one, who at the moment was regressing after a long hard day. But they deserved the little comfort. And boy was he planning on spoiling them when he got home.

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[merakiui]

mera!! i loved the idol concept and just wanted to add something!

like what if you got injured during practice/(or sadly) on stage while performing? unfortunately Jade can’t hold Floyd back from running on stage to comfort you and Azul can’t stop the show fast enough to get you medical attention. thankfully your fans are understanding and clear the way for EMS. Floyd considers delaying his plan, of drugging you, until you get out of the hospital but any later than that and you’ll be itching to get back on stage.

or consider you having a stalker that the tweels somehow doesn’t know about but they (Azul and Floyd especially, for extremely differing reasons) start to worry when you don’t show up for practice one morning. Azul sends the tweels to your apartment and when they get there, Jade practically has to stop Floyd from breaking down your door and when they get inside it’s a complete mess. papers strewn about, knocked over furniture, broken objects, etc… they can’t find any sign that you’ve been here in the last few hours and also according to Floyd you are missing various items of clothing.

Thank you for enjoying it!!! :D and these additions are so good!

It works in Floyd's favor because the fans are too worried about you to notice his lingering touches, and since most are aware that he's your bodyguard it makes sense for him to leap in to help. He was trained to protect, after all. He's just reacting to the situation in the way he's meant to, which means he can get away with putting his hands on you and gathering you in his arms to guide you backstage to where medical help awaits while Azul and Jade are quick to settle the panicked audience. He's devastated you're hurt. This is exactly what he was complaining about to Azul. Azul works you too hard and this is the result of that! He keeps saying you ought to be granted more patience and leniency, but Azul never listens—says you're doing just fine with your current regimen. He's so frustrated. He really wants to kick someone's ass, but for now he has to focus on comforting you. Bloodying his knuckles can wait.

Floyd hates seeing you in pain; that's mainly why he knows he has to drug you, otherwise there's no other way you'll accept him. And it would break his poor heart if you cried because of him. But with this new turn of events, thoughts of drugging and knocking you up slip to the back of his mind. He can't do any of that right now—at least not while you're recovering. Floyd visits you every day in the hospital (often staying late until he's forced out), pushing past throngs of fans and reporters until he's granted special access to your room. Sometimes Jade's there, helping you sit up and offering to feed you (he's babying you; that annoying ass. It should be Floyd spoon-feeding you, not his charming, put-together, always suave twin brother). Other times Azul is there. He brings flowers; it's a courtesy or an apology or...something else entirely. Your room smells beautifully of fresh blossoms. Floyd wonders what sort of flowers he'd want at his wedding. Truthfully, he doesn't care so long as you like it.

Floyd pulls up a chair and sits at your bedside, sometimes resting his head on the mattress, his hand so ready to slip into yours (he never holds it; he wants to). You blame yourself for the accident, saying stupid things like, "If I wasn't so careless..." or "If I'd just practiced the choreography a little more..." Floyd tells you it's not your fault (it never is and it never will be); you never believe him. And this is precisely why he wants to steal you away. It's too dangerous. Your life is so precious. Why are you throwing it away just to be everyone's idol? He'd dye his hair, change his name, start a new life if it meant the both of you could live quietly, peacefully, preferably at the edge of the world by the sea (always the sea; the smell of it is a comfort, a reminder of home, and one day it will be your home). But in the back of his mind he thinks you wouldn't want that. Some days Floyd doesn't know what you want. But he knows that you deserve happiness. He'll give it to you. One day. Hopefully soon.

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Omg if you were kidnapped by your stalker... Floyd is beyond distraught. He's ready to turn your residence upside down in his desperate search, but Jade stops him. This is technically a crime scene; it's best not to disturb any potential evidence. "Fuck the evidence! Shrimpy's missin'! We gotta find Shrimpy!" he's saying, voice thick with hurt, his mind reeling, his fingers scrabbling for something, a neck or a wrist or anything he can break, snap, maim, kill. Floyd has to be dragged from out of the property, has to be slapped across the face so he can get it together, but Floyd can't. It's his job to protect you from harm and he failed and you're gone and he may never see you again and you could be hurt or worse and he's never going to forgive himself and— It's a relief Jade is there, otherwise he might do something violently rash. It's Jade who informs Azul of the situation, who discusses where to go from there while Floyd paces restlessly outside as they wait for the authorities to arrive to cordon off the area and conduct a thorough search.

He has no idea where you could be or how long it's been since you were taken. There was a struggle; that much is obvious. Did you know this person? Are they a complete stranger? Where could they have taken you? Did they hurt you? Threaten you? The more Floyd thinks, the more despairing he becomes. His Shrimpy... His sweet, lovable, wonderful Shrimpy must be so scared. So alone... He has to find you. The police can be incompetent and slow and Floyd hates the idea of someone else coming to your rescue. It ought to be him. And when he gets his hands on the one who kidnapped you... Floyd hasn't talked to his father in a while; he prefers chatting with his mama because his old man can be such a nag at times. But his father has connections and now Floyd needs them, and he's a mere call away.

He'll find you. He can't lose you. And when he does, he's taking you to a safer, better place—a place far from the grimy limelight of the stage. This is why you shouldn't be an idol. It's dangerous. This is why he has to keep you safe. It's his job, but most importantly it's because he loves you. So even if he has to lock you away for your own good, force domesticity on you in the name of protection, he has to ensure you're safe. At the end of the day, that's all that matters to him.

(I like to imagine your stalker is Rollo, but it's fun to picture other characters in that place hehe.)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #forgive me for writing so much ^^;;; #i may be a little obsessed with bodyguard floyd orz #i love him aaaaaa #i could write an entire series for this concept because there's so much potential #(someone hold me back please stop me before the gears in my brain turn and i draft chapters orz orz) #perhaps i should just write a very long floyd thought like how i often pen my azul thoughts #hhhmmmmm many thoughts

[blood-mocha-latte]

so i mentioned this in a post like yesterday and immediately have decided on previewing this monster of a fic about a ship and fandom i have never brought up on this blog before! but, as mentioned again in a previous post, i locked myself out of that blog so...

it seems we are previewing it here!

literally just a vietnam war harringrove au, because i never write anything easy (so the rumor has it), so enjoy this hot mess!

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Steve's been in Vietnam for a little less than five months, and yet the one thing he's certain of about the country is that it is, without a doubt, fucking hot.

His shirt is long gone, probably somewhere in the bottom of his duffle. He'd finally shed his boots after a fierce internal debate about permanent sand in the liners of the jungle boots versus jungle rot, the sun-heated sand like fire ants against his now-bare feet.

They've been off the front line for a little less than four days, all four of which, for some reason, Steve has been obligated to spend on the beach from sunrise to sundown.

Jonathan Byers is sitting a few paces away from him, also fine with just sitting on the sand banks instead of going into the tumultuous ocean, bent over and fiddling with the shoelaces of his own jungle boots.

"Get any good shots?" Steve asks, awkward, having to shout slightly over the sound of the crashing waves and the rest of the shouting unit.

Jonathan looks up quickly, eyes wary, before blinking and turning to drift his hand over the camera case laying in the sand next to him.

"Nah," He says, pressing his lips together in an awkward approximation of a smile before dropping his eyes back down to his boots. "I've gotten photos of the previous three days, and publication doesn't want too many of everyone..." He trails off, lifting a hand from the laces to wave it around vaguely. "They don't want everyone thinking that the guys over here are slacking off."

Steve just nods, turning to look back out at the shore.

He has to pause and think about that for a minute or two. Steve doesn't really think that this is slacking off - according to Hop, the army's been pretty short on men, and they'd been on the front line for a little over three weeks rather than the usual eight days.

Four days of boogie-boarding and beach dwelling seems like more of a reward than slacking off, but, well, Steve isn't smart. He's sure there's things going on behind the scenes that he doesn't know about or wouldn't understand.

While he's staring out where the distant shapes of the rest of his unit are splashing around in the shore, Jonathan moves from fiddling with his boots to fiddling with his camera case, flipping the leather flap of the thing back and forth.

Steve likes Jonathan, he had decided, early on when the other had joined the group. Granted, Steve's only met three embedded journalists, but Jonathan had stuck out the longest, going on three weeks of his apparent seven.

He's lasted the longest, anyway, of the three, and he's quiet, so Steve doesn't think he could be all bad.

"You're not ever gonna go out there?" Jonathan asks him abruptly, and Steve turns again to look at him. "I mean, last day here, might as well..." He trails off again, and Steve hums.

"Nah," He says, and thinks about his parents' swimming pool. "I - have a thing with water. Rice paddy's are bad enough, I'm okay not dealing with the ocean."

Jonathan just nods, and Steve turns his attention back to the shore, where a new wave of hollering has been started up by the guys. Steve only catches the tail end of it, but he sees Tommy Hagan shove a cackling Billy Hargrove into a sandbank.

Billy Hargrove.

Steve doesn't know what he thinks of Billy Hargrove.

To be fair, Steve doesn't often think, but his point still stands.

Hargrove is... something else, Steve thinks, because that's what his mother would tell him about guys like Billy Hargrove.

Ellen's kid got put in the slammer again, stole a pack of Juicy Fruit from the corner shop. That boy is something else.

Steve doesn't really believe that Hargrove is really... bad, per se. He watches out for the other guys, they watch out for him. But... he seems to take a sort of joy in being in Vietnam that Steve doesn't really see.

Steve doesn't think it's dangerous, but he thinks it's... unique.

But again, Steve doesn't often think. Maybe he's rusty at it.

Billy Hargrove has pushed himself off of the bank and has turned his back to the ocean, waving his hand at the boos of the rest of the guys, and is walking towards Steve as Steve works on thinking.

Jonathan notices him before Steve does, but doesn't bother doing much else other than pull his boots closer to him before dropping his attention back to the camera case.

"Got a fag?" Hargrove shouts at Steve as he gets closer, and Steve just blinks at him.

"Huh?" He asks, trying to find a reason that Billy would drag himself out of the ocean, seeing that Steve's at least eighty percent certain that Hargrove lives off of sea water.

"A fag," Hargrove repeats, making an aborted gesture of bringing two fingers up to his lips. "You know, cancer sticks? You ain't goin' out in the water, pretty boy, you've got no reason not to have a pack on you."

"Oh," Steve says, and then has to try and remember where in the hell his cigarettes are. "I think they're back at the reserve trench. Kept getting sand in the pack."

There's sand everywhere, all the time, even when it's pouring buckets and they're squatting in the middle of a rice paddy, because apparently sand is just a permanent part of Steve's life now. He's pretty sure that if he shook like a dog that he'd bear an uncanny resemblance to Pigpen from The Peanuts.

"Well, shit. Why'd I come over here, then?" Billy says, then drops into the sand next to Steve anyways.

Steve says, "I dunno." And leaves it at that.

Billy's been with them for about three months, eighteen clusters of tally marks carved messily into the inside of his helmet, not that he's wearing it now.

((Hagan had told Steve that Billy hadn't cut his hair all through basic and that it had been down to his shoulders, and the reason that Hargrove has that small crescent scar that follows the curve of his jaw is because right before he was deployed one of the drill sergeants held him down and cut it with a butcher knife, and that Billy had bit him.

Tommy had stories like that for everyone in the unit, liked to make it sound like everyone was some big badass from one of those old flicks about the second big one, but Steve thinks that that's all they are: stories.

Tommy tells everyone else a story about Steve where the reason that Steve's over here is because he told his old man that he'd rather fight the Viet Cong with just a stiletto knife than buy his way out of the draft, and that certainly isn't true, so Steve doesn't think the story about Hargrove is.

But Steve also wouldn't believe Tommy Hagan if the guy said that squirrel shit has nuts in it, so he supposes anything is possible.))

Roughly ninety tally marks in Hargrove's helmet, and Steve still feels like he's the newest member.

In reality, he'd been the newest one for Steve, who had only stopped being the green one once Hargrove came along.

All this to say, Steve still has no idea of what to do with Billy Hargrove.

So he just goes back to staring at the shore and practises thinking.

Except for now his concentration is shot to shit, because where Jonathan Byers sort of becomes camouflaged into the background of whatever he's doing at the moment, Billy Hargrove stands out like Day-Glo, and makes Steve just as dizzy.

(Steve thinks, absently, that Billy Hargrove could be a perfect poster boy for the army. He could even see a Hawkins High School newspaper headline for him if he thinks hard enough about it: Groovy new army brat gets to lovin' and killin' in the 'Nam, more on page six.)

“I don’t blame you for not going out into the ocean, Harrington,” Billy says, when no one’s said anything for a few minutes. When Steve glances over out of the corner of his eye, he can no longer see Jonathan and feels a spike of envy. For some reason, he can never escape anything as easily.

“That so?” Steve prompts slowly, when Hargrove doesn’t elaborate. He probably shouldn’t play into Billy’s palm, knows he doesn’t say anything kind for free and hardly ever charges anything, but, well.

He left his cigarettes at the reserve trench, he supposes this is the next best thing.

“That’s so.” Billy repeats him, eyes still on the shoreline. “You need to be sturdy in water, otherwise it’ll pull you under. You never plant your feet, you’d be swept away.”

Steve can’t help but laugh at that. He says, “I’d say I’m pretty sturdy with an M1,” because it’s true. He’s a damn good shot, one of the best in the unit, and being sturdy with a weapon seems more important than being sturdy in the sea.

Billy just hums. “I could be sturdier than you, if I wanted,” He says, and Steve glances at him again. Hargrove still hasn’t looked at him, sharp eyes in vivid contrast to where he sits, lithe and relaxed, on a beach in South Vietnam.

“Do you think so?” Steve asks him, because he’s actually curious. Hargrove is fast, sure, but he sure as hell doesn’t have the accuracy that some of the others in the unit have, people like Steve and Jason Carver.

Billy finally turns to look at him, flashes him a smile that seems more like baring his teeth than genuine happiness. “I never stop thinking,” He tells Steve.

Then why are you here? Steve wonders, but doesn’t say. He supposes it’s not any of his business.

“Then why aren’t you?” Steve asks, instead. “Sturdier, I mean.”

Billy shrugs. “I’d rather be precarious.” He says easily, and settles further into the sand.

Steve envies Billy Hargrove at times, on top of being unsure of what to know of him. To be so certain and so stable that you can afford to be capricious. It’s something he’s unaware of, but seems to be the whole of Hargrove.

“What are you doing all the way over here, anyways?” Billy asks, when it’s been a few more seconds of silence. “You could have come closer to the shore, you know, it won’t bite you.”

You’re all the way over here, too. Steve thinks and doesn’t say. “I have no doubt you or Hagan or Carver or someone else would drag me out into the waves.” He tells Billy instead, because it’s true. “Also, the shore moves.”

Hargrove snorts. “The shore doesn’t move, the tide comes in.” He corrects, and Steve doesn’t interject, although the two seem the same to him. “And not everyone would try to drag you into the water.” He pauses, as if thinking. “Patrick probably wouldn’t.”

“Patrick’s an outlier and shouldn’t be counted,” Steve tells him, because it’s true. Patrick McKinney has to be one of the nicest people that Steve’s ever met; although granted, Steve hasn’t met a lot of nice people. “‘Sides, it doesn’t matter much because I’m not going down there. The lot of you sure as hell aren’t flower children, I wouldn’t trust you with a grenade.”

He’s probably not using that phrase right, because he actually does trust everyone in this rag-tag bunch with a grenade, and has on multiple occasions, but, well. His point stands.

Billy thumbs at his nose and shrugs. “Yeah, well, you ain’t a dove, either.” He retorts dryly, and kicks out his leg to spray sand in Steve’s direction.

“Never said I was,” Steve says evenly, and as he tries to brush the sand out of his hair and wonders if he’d be able to get it out of the waistband of his khakis, he really, really wishes he’d just brought his damn smokes.

#harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #and here it is #a preview #a test piece? #i don't know i'm just posting this #enjoy????????????

[chuuyrr]

OMG OMG OMG OKAY SO this was inspired by that one shot u did where gojo caught mikey and y/n cuddling SO IMAGINE

him walking on them again but this time they were sleeping, and he was gonna do a big reaction to it but then decided against it bc he noticed like dry tears on mikey or y/n’s eyes and realized they were comforting each other 😔 so he tucked them in and let them sleep

OOHH BUT AT THE END THEY COULD WAKE UP A BIT LATER AJD HE COULD MAKE A BIG DEAL ABT IT HAHAHAHA his reactions are hilarious i swear i love them

dad! gojo satoru when he sees scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader sleeping with mikey

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen and tokyo revengers, themes of fluff and angst, dad! gojo content!!

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x reader, mikey x reader

dad! gojo is a dramatic dad no one can change my mind about it. it's canon for me HAHAHAHA, and he just loves adoptive daughter reader too much. reader is his precious baby no matter what <3 tbh, i lowkey hate it when people portray him as a "bad dad" who wouldn't care and be irresponsible. he raised megumi well for goodness sake :(

gojo may have already acknowledged your relationship with mikey and granted him permission to continue courting you, but that doesn't mean he won't make a big deal whenever he sees you two being lovey-dovey around him. it's not that gojo doesn't trust mikey; he's already seen how mikey treats you with love and respect, despite his gang leader status. mikey even respected and followed gojo's strict rules, demonstrating his undying love and loyalty for you.

the answer was simple: your beloved father can't help but see you as his baby, his little kikufuku. gojo loves you so much that the fact that you're all grown up and have a boyfriend now has yet to sink in.

mikey's visits to your and gojo's homes had become a habit since you two met, and gojo was perfectly fine with it. mikey even ate dinner with you and him often. another thing that has become routine is seeing you and mikey alone together, cuddling. however, when gojo came home today after a long day of work and annoying the higher-ups at jujutsu tech, he wasn't expecting to see the unexpected.

not this delinquent cuddling with my kikufuku under my roof again, he thought. gojo briskly walked towards the two of you as soon as he stepped inside the house. he was ready to cause a scene the moment he spotted mikey's short blonde hair from the couch and your figure slumped against him, but that was until he realized that tears were staining mikey's face. his eyes widened as he yanked his blindfold down to his neck. gojo also took notice of how mikey was holding you so closely, almost desperately while you rested your head against his chest, one of your hand interwoven with his.

"something must have happened.." gojo whispered to himself, frowning a bit at the thought.

there was a sadness of some sort painted across mikey's face despite being asleep. with his six eyes, gojo was able to deduce that you were comforting mikey, and he was comforting you too, because tears appeared to be staining your face too. the thought of it made gojo's heart clench and all soft. gojo couldn't read minds and figure it out right away like you do with your chaos magic. his six eyes could only show him all the possibilities of the situation.

pursing his lips into a thin line for a second, gojo drew out a sigh from his breath and shook his head. just this once, he won't make a big deal about this. for a brief moment, he left the two of you before returning to the living room with a blanket big enough for two people. gojo draped the blanket over you and mikey, tucking you both in as if he was putting a toddler to sleep. after tucking you both in, gojo kissed the top of your head before turning his attention towards mikey, ruffling his blonde hair. 

"sweet dreams. you two deserve a good rest. you two look exhausted." gojo smiled, his aquamarine eyes filled with genuine sympathy and a twinge of sorrow for you two.

bonus scene:

you fluttered your eyes open, waking to the delicious aroma of food wafting in the air. blinking with a yawn escaping your lips, you shifted, turning your head upwards, facing him to see mikey who was stirring awake. a smile graced your lips when he opened his eyes. mikey stared at you with a loving gaze before leaning towards your face, planting an gentle and affectionate kiss on your forehead.

"good morning." mikey whispered softly before pulling you closer to his body, nuzzling his face into your face.

"how are you feeling?" you asked, nibbling on your bottom lip as you recalled earlier's events, taking your mind off the aroma of food in the air.

you remember mikey driving up to your house earlier only to see him break down as he tackled you in a desperate hug when you opened the door. you learned from mikey that draken got injured badly during toman's fight against a gang. your boyfriend was scared because it reminded him of that time draken got hospitalized when toman fought moebius.

he genuinely thought that he was going to lose his best friend, and if there's one thing you knew about mikey, it was him bottling his emotions and not opening up a soul about his feelings. that was until it came to you. you also know how mikey hated the feeling of losing and nearly losing the people he loved. it just ruins him. the anxiety was drowning him. it grew worse that he made him think of things such as the possibility of losing you one day, or him failing to protect you just like what happened earlier when he failed to protect draken. 

"better." mikey smiled in return.

mikey felt at ease whenever he was with you. you were the only one who could make him feel better. your touch and words of assurance were more than enough for him, more than he could have asked for. when he's with you, the darkness and anxiety that have taken over his mind and heart would subside. mikey was very grateful to have a patient and understanding girlfriend, who loves him wholeheartedly just as he loved you.

right before mikey could lean back to your face, to kiss you full on the lips this time, a certain someone just had to cause a big deal again.

"LOOK WHO'S FINALLY AWAKE, HMM?"

you and mikey turned your heads in unison to see gojo satoru, standing in front of you two, dressed in a white oversized shirt and sweatpants with his aquamarine eyes glaring slightly, particularly at your boyfriend.

"dad! w-when did you get here?" you stammered out, eyes widening a little as a laugh stifled out of your breath.

"hours ago, kikufuku." gojo answered in response before folding his arms across his chest. "i can't believe it! i already told the two of you about cuddling in this household. you two had the nerve of falling asleep too!" he dramatically sighed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, prompting a quiet laugh from you and mikey.

classic gojo, you both thought.

"you can cuddle with us too like the last time, gojo-san!" mikey suggested, opening his arms with a closed-eye smile across his face.

"i refuse to hug a delinquent!" gojo stuck out his tongue, faking a look of disgust before sighing deeply. "a-anyway. i ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant, kikufuku." he then turned his gaze towards mikey. "and i also ordered some dorayaki for dessert." at that, your and mikey's eyes lit up.

"so, you two get up right this instant. we're eating dinner." gojo huffed.

"thank you, dad!" you chimed at him, smiling ever so brightly.

mikey, on the other hand, pulled away from you and proceeded to tackle gojo in a hug, catching him completely off guard.

"you're the best, gojo-san!"

"I SAID NO HUGGING!"

#東京卍リベンジャーズ x reader #東京卍リベンジャーズ #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers drabble #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev x yn #tokyorev x you #tokyorev headcanons #tr x y/n #tr x reader #tr x you #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro x you #sano manjiro x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

[sorry-apsalar]

Frender Drabbles: Games

Summary: i'd like to see bender acting like a depressed widow, like he always does when fry is even a little bit angry at him. or maybe leela acting as their message transmitter when they're angry at eachother 'n don't want to communicate in person, so she gets fed up and forces them to reconcile.

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“I don’t even know what they’re fucking fighting about anymore.” And now that she thought about it, Leela wasn’t sure they’d ever bothered to tell her. “They literally live together but when they want to say something to other they text me, telling me to relay the message. It’s driving me crazy.”

Sitting at the bar next to her, Amy patted her on the shoulder. “Have you tried not playing their games?”

“Well… yes but then they don’t talk to each other at all and that’s only gonna make it worse, right?” Leela wanted them to make up, both for their sakes because usually their friendship brought them happiness but also for her own sake because then they could stop bothering her as much.

“Girl, you need to stop being such a people-pleaser. Let them sink or swim on their own for once.”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t feel right but… maybe you’re right.” Playing their games certainly didn’t seem to be helping them reconcile. “Maybe it’s finally time to start putting my foot down.”

As if testing her, her phone pinged. It was Fry. She took a long drink from her rum and coke before opening it. Just to read in case it was actually important.

‘could you tell bender to turn his emo music donw its making it hard ot sleep thks’

It took more effort than it should’ve to close the chat window, turn off the screen, and pocket the phone but Leela did it. They could figure their own shit out for once. She was done with their bullshit. … “Or perhaps maybe, instead of playing their games, I could force them to play my game… metaphorically anyway.”

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Like force them to talk?”

“Yeah. I mean, the ship’s pretty small and Fry’s a good enough polite by now that he probably won’t crash it if it’s just him and Bender aboard.” They’d gone on delivery mission without her before and been fine. Granted those times had been when they’d been on good terms, them fighting might change things.

“Ooh, and if it’s a long enough mission, they’d for sure either kill each other or come back as friends. Either way they’ll finally be out of your hair.”

“Or they might crash because they’re distracted by fighting.” Which would be a good reason not to do it. “Though, the auto-polite just got updated again so it should be even better at preventing crashes so… it’d probably be fine as long the space around them isn’t too populated.”

“So it’s decided then, next delivery mission you’re gonna get seriously suddenly very sick right before boarding, leaving them to go alone and hopefully finally sort their shit out?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Cool, if you need a good fake vomit recipe I know several. How good’s your fake retching?”

“Uh… not great.” Leela had never had to fake being sick before.

“That’s okay you can practice when we’re sober. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“It’s a plan then!” Leela raised her glass to clink against Amy’s before downing the rest of it in one go. They’d come here to have a good time so by golly she was gonna have a good time.

#my writing #futurama #frender #frender drabbles #leela #amy

[bcrude]

Meghan, a second year student who, after learning of his special projects made it a point to enroll in one of Mr. Crude's classes every semester, made an appointment to talk with him. When the time came, she entered his office with a big smile, said "hello" and then took a seat in front of his desk. "Hello, Meghan. What can I help you with?" he asked. "I have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Crude. Before I ask, though, I want to give you a little background information so you'll understand. Ready?" "Sure. Go right ahead," he replied.

Meghan took a deep breath and then said, "I'm not sure if you know or not, but I have a girlfriend."

"I wasn't aware, but that's great! I hope you two are happy together."

"Yeah, we are. It seems like when I'm not spending time with you, I'm with Jen. We have a lot in common, not the least of which is our love of sexual pleasures." Meghan giggled a moment and then continued. "Lately we've been sharing our bucket lists with each other, and Jen shared something that I think might interest you. I think you'd be perfect for it, and since she has a birthday coming up in just a few days, I was hoping you'd agree to help me give her a very special present so she can check that one off her list."

Mr. Crude smiled and said, "Okay, do tell."

"Sooo, Jen wants to get fucked while she's straddling my face and I'm eating her pussy! Damn, I always get horny thinking about that! But wait - there's more. She wants the guy to give her a messy creampie that'll run out of her pussy and into my mouth, and then make me lick and suck out the rest while she sucks the guy's cock clean. Naturally I thought of you as being the guy to fuck her."

"That's so sweet of you, Meghan… wanting to give her that and also thinking of me," he said with a smile. "One question… do you think she can take my cock?"

"I'm almost positive she can. I've been fisting her a lot lately. Granted, I have smallish hands, but when I make a fist it's pretty close to the thickness of your cock," Meghan responded. "So, what do you think? Will you do that for me? And will you let us do it at your house? I'm pretty sure if you do this for her, Jen will want you to help us check off some more bucket list items."

"Before I give you my answer, tell me something else on her bucket list."

"Where to start? Some are like learning how to do things, like deep throating. Some are kinky, like being tied up. She likes the idea of being a guy's arm candy, wearing revealing, slutty clothes and having to do things that expose her. One she's been bringing up a lot lately is doing a cum walk after getting a facial. There are several that involve being in public with cum on her somewhere. One thing that I really like is her being forced to sell photos and videos online of her being fisted by me, fucking and sucking a guy, and just generally being used as a sex object. I really, really like that one!"

"Okay, okay… I'm intrigued," said Mr. Crude. "I'll help you with the birthday present. When will this happen?"

"Could you do it sometime on Saturday afternoon or evening? If it goes well and she really likes it, maybe you'd let us stay overnight and we could check off a few more items. I'd be forever grateful and owe you big time! Jen would, too."

"Yes, Saturday will be fine. You check with Jen about the time and then get back to me. As for staying overnight, if Jen wants to, that's okay with me, but be sure you tell her that you'll both be sleeping in the same bed with me and there's no guarantee either of you will get a good night's sleep, if you know what I mean," he said with a big wink.

Meghan laughed and then said, "Will do!"

[perplexedflower]

Debito Fluff Alphabet - [Y]earning

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: Fluff Alphabet.

Y) Yearning: How he copes when missing you.

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Debito is not the kind of man to heavily miss things or people, although there are things he would have trouble living without on a daily basis. But when it comes to individuals, it is no hard task for him to get through the days without being around certain people, without missing them too much. This is also something that applies to you, and something that you've come to notice over time: while Luca could not survive even 24 hours without seeing Felicità, Debito has no trouble not seeing you for a day, though it doesn't mean it won't make him even just a little sad. Whenever the two of you have to part ways for a certain period of time, which, granted, very rarely happens anyway, you know that he's got his yearning under control, and that he's got his tricks and methods to deal with it. These include thinking of you in detail, reminding himself of the last time you and he spent time together, reminiscing about your voice, your smell, your body, and you can be sure that he also thinks ahead of time of what your reunion will be like, the things he'll do with you and the places he'll take you to once you come back to each other. When recalling all these things, Debito never thinks of the bad times, the bad moments, the bad things that you two have gone through, and instead will focus on the positive, on the good memories. You also know that whenever you're not around him for some time, he won't hesitate to talk about you to other people, just to make it seem as though you're there, with him, a way to maintain your presence by his side, until you come back to him, or that he comes back to you. It's rare for the two of you to get separated from each other, mainly because both of you are part of the Family, and so you see each other every day; but you're aware that during those rare times, when one of you has to leave the other for some time, he'll manage to cope just fine without you, waiting to see you again.

Mini Scene

"You're sure you're going to be okay without me?"

"For the third time, amore, yes."

"Alright... I just wanted to make sure." I said with a gentle smile and a chuckle as I slowly nodded.

Debito and I were in his bedroom, halfway through the morning, the two of us lying on his bed. While he was resting on his stomach, shirtless, I was sitting on his lower back, passionately rubbing his back with my hands, massaging it up and down.

"... I just don't want to see you running back to me with tears in your eye when you come back." I continued with a playful scoff.

"Hey, Bambina, you know I won't." He claimed in an assertive tone, as if to maintain his image.

Later that day, Debito would have to leave the Family and the manor for a short period of time, just a few days, but it was the first time he and I would be away from each other for so long, although his trip would not even make him leave the island, simply taking him to its other side. I knew I had nothing to worry about, I knew he would not have trouble coping with missing me, but I could not help but tease him; and, deep down, imagining him missing my presence around him felt satisfying, comforting, even.

"I can always come with you, if you really want me to." I added as I leaned closer against his naked back.

"Love, you know you-"

"I know I can't, yes." I cut him off with a smile. "It's essential for me to stay here, for the Family and my division, yada yada..."

With the palm of my hands still pressing the skin of his back, Debito suddenly and silently turned around, flipping his body around underneath mine. Now sitting over his crotch, his bare chest facing me, he grabbed my sides and dragged me down on him, until our faces were only inches apart from one another.

"Hey, Bambina, are you maybe saying all this because you're the one who's gonna miss me?" He asked me with a teasing smile, his head slightly tilted.

He scoffed upon seeing my red cheeks and shy pout, then kissed my lips with passion.

#debito #debito x reader #debito x you #debito fanfiction #debito fanfictions #debito fluff alphabet #debito fluff alphabets #debito imagine #debito imagines #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia fanfiction #arcana famiglia fanfictions #arcana famiglia fluff alphabet #arcana famiglia fluff alphabets #arcana famiglia imagine #arcana famiglia imagines #female reader #perplexedflower

[taetaespeaches]

Liiiiv, guess who’s back 😂 It’s drunk anon! And guess what…. I’m drunk again! I’m such a wreck haha. I love that this has become a literal ritual of mine that when I get back to my apartment after a night out, I sit and take my makeup off and slide into your inbox 😂

Wowee what a night. I went from a dinner party, to my friends drag show, and then to the clubs because I was indeed in the mood to shake my ass. Speaking of shaking ass, I was waiting in line for the bathroom at a club when Yoongi’s performance vid came out, and I had to give myself a time out because OH. MY. GOD. That man is so fine I literally have to scrunch my fists together when I talk about his fine-ness because I’m SO OVERWHELMED.

Anyways, the rest of my night was a bloody shit show. The person who I have the worlds biggest crush on (beside my crush for yoongi hehe) showed up tonight with a girl and I literally wanted to CRY when he introduced her as his girlfriend 🥲 I’m really out here feeling like the DUFF (and if you don’t know what this means, please google duff acronym meaning) - this woman is 6ft tall, a natural blonde, and is just drop dead gorgeous in all aspects. I so wish she had a shit personality so I could hate her out of immature jealously, but she is literally the sweetest person ever and we got on so well… so in reality I’m just really happy my friends found such a 10/10 lady… and now she’s a new friend of mine too, so there is my silver lining!

Honestly though, I know it’s my own fault for not voice information my feelings sooner, but I also just can’t help but be like, when is it my turn to be loved, you know? 🥹 I think that’s why I always come to your fics after my drunk antics, because I see everyone go home with their loved ones and I just plod off by myself… I’m the definition of someone who’s never alone, because I’ve built myself such a good network of friends and communities and what not, but at the end of the day coming home to an empty house and going to bed by myself, I’m definitely a bit lonely. I’m never too bothered by it, but tequila certainly heightens my emotional side 😂

Anywho. Onwards and upwards! Tomorrow is a new day and I have my happiness and my health, and all the rest will fall in to place one day! In the meantime I will go to bed with my hash browns, and continue to find my pockets of comfort in Joon writing his letters to Daisy starting with ‘My dearest girl’ 😭

Goodnight Liv! (Even though it’s 6am where I am and probably like 10am where you are lollllll) 💙💙💙

Omg hiiii!!! I too love that this has become a ritual for you <3 I'm honored lol. The night actually sounds so fun, I'm glad you had a good time... you know, up until the :( sads hit. You are not a duff, I don't even need to see you to know that. This girl can be gorgeous but that doesn't make you less gorgeous. I'm sorry that this happened though, I know it sucks. Just let it suck for a bit and hopefully day by day it'll start sucking less and less. It's cool that she was nice, new friends are always great!

I love that you expressed your emotions and then worked yourself through them in this ask WHILE DRUNK might I add lol. You sound so mature, it's so cute. I know the feeling of going home alone and yeah :/ kind of the fucking worst. But it won't always be like that. And I know that bc you're lovely and you'll attract the energy you put out. So therefore, I just know you'll meet someone lovely too and you two will be lovely together and it will all have been worth the wait. And even if you don't meet anyone deserving of you, that's ok bc you have your damn self and you're lovely, remember? Also it's really cool that you have a solid group of people in your life, that's something that definitely should not be taken for granted bc it can be quite rare (not that you're taking it for granted, I'm just saying like good on you for building those relationships, you're doing great sweetie!)

Ugh Joon and Daisy- that's the kind of relationship you deserve, my love <3 Good... afternoon?? I think? It's 8 pm here so it's probably what, around 2 pm there? Idk, I'm shit at time conversion but yeah, good evening from me ���

#drunk anon #asks #you were literally like your own therapist here i love it #also i love reading this and picturing you all tipsy taking your makeup and winding down for the night. so cute

[yeleltaan]

➵ (I did not see this, and only if you're still accepting these)

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse  | accepting

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. |   I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you  better. |    I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I  would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug  you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I  don’t know you.  

#ok so about the italics: as with pretty much everyone there's always that element of 'avoiding hurting them' #'but pointing them a bit in the direction that's convenient to his mission' #and of course he'll give her different forms of kisses platonically #(mouth kisses he's willing to give too but he doesn't assume she'd be fine with it because of the meaning they usually hold) #NOW about that next thing- I'M SORRY but if she asked/expressed interest he wouldn't say no #though it's not something he considers and he'd probably figure out she's not looking for anything #that's just... the way he is with close friends he finds to look/sound/behave nice #granted this could also mean just resting together and that's something he's fine with too #now for the kill thing it depends on the circumstances and time this would take place in #how much attention that could attract towards him if he's still being secretive #but there's lots of situations where he'd help her kill a stranger or do it himself #and about the family thing: he's far from there yet but he's slowly getting there #and there's the fact that her clinic is already a recurrent place he returns to where he can find some peace #the rest I feel are fairly clear #she confuses him both in terms of his own thoughts/emotions and some of her behavior #in that clashing interest in learning at any cost and retaining her humanity #though he does understand the struggle #and of course he pities her for... various reasons he just knows she has a lot of shit going on #derjaegermond #ask meme

[spilledkauffie]

Can't Fight The Moonlight

Pairing: Steven Grant + Marc Spector x Female!Reader Word Count: 4.8k T/W: pure smut 🔥🥵 A/N: the relationship is consenting between all parties!! **This is mainly Marc x reader**

Marc's been waiting to touch you for months, but hasn't been able to take control whenever the moment arrives. He finally convinces Steven to just let things happen naturally, and give control when the moment is right.

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

“I love it when she holds her pencil like that,” Marc’s voice suddenly came into Steven’s thoughts, the comment caused him to look around as if he could actually see Marc, and then over to you. 

You were seated at your desk, on the opposite side of the flat from where Steven’s was. You’d just gotten into some comfortable clothes which consisted of a baggy t-shirt and nothing but panties for bottoms, it was usually what you wore to bed. So, since it was late when you sat down to work, you’d planned on eventually just moving from your desk to bed whenever Steven was going to call it for the night too. At the moment you were holding your pencil between your lips softly, not wanting to cause any bite marks on the shaft of it, you were also busy using both hands to search for something.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cute, innit?” Steven agreed, resting his chin in his hand while he lovingly looked at you.

“Oh, just wait for it, she’ll stretch right after she finds what she needs, and then-” Marc began but paused when you did exactly as he predicted, lifting your hands over your head causing the t-shirt to pulled up higher, revealing the waistband of your black panties, “boom, beautiful.”

“Mate,” Steven said under his breath, quickly looking between you and the reflective glass paperweight in front of him where he’d found Marc’s reflection was, “you have got to calm down.”

“No,” Marc retorted, “she was mine first. After all, I’ve been on the inside for months, seeing everything, but feeling none of it. So that means when you two-” 

“Okay, that’s- that’s actually fair,” Steven said, interrupting Marc’s comment, knowing where it was going, and knowing he’d blush at the mention of it, “I can understand your-” he glanced over to you, now finding you reaching to the far end of your desk for another book, this time you uncrossed a leg, setting it down against the floor for support, conveniently displaying it fully, along with a few more inches of skin, “frustration,” Steven swallowed harshly, trying to look away again.

“Hey, hey,” Marc snapped, drawing back Steven’s attention, “this isn’t about you, this is about what we talked about. Remember?”

“Yeah, but…you’re sure she’ll be ‘right with it? She’ll know, I mean,” Steven ducked his head trying to speak quieter, “because I will not be responsible for what you do if she doesn’t like it.” 

Rolling his eyes Marc sighed, “yes, she’ll know, trust me…I might be doing you a favour.” 

Pulling back, Steven furrowed his eyebrows, “that seems…a bit harsh, actually.”

“You’ll be fine, can we get this going?” Marc asked impatiently. 

“Okay, okay, right, right,” Steven said, nervously, as he stood up from his desk. He kept glancing in your direction to see what you were doing while he set aside his book, marking the page he was on first, then collected his pencils and highlighters, placing them in a nearby jar.

“You’re stalling,” Marc interjected.

“Sorry,” Steven wrung his hands together, “I don’t really know how to approach this…situation.” “Just act normal, you’ll do fine,” Marc reminded him, “but do not block me out this time.”

“Normal, normal, normal,” Steven repeated, nodding to himself, “I am acting normal.”

Looking up from your desk, you notice Steven coming over; assuming he was going to let you know that he was done for the night and ready to try and get some rest since the nighttime calming routine usually took a while, you set what you were working on down and waited for him to say something. He came close to the edge of your desk, still fiddling with his hands as he tried to say something, but there was a gentle smile across your face and a tilt to your head that always made Steven feel calm and comforted. 

“That’s not the emotion we’re looking for,” Marc reminded him again, more agitated than before. 

“You ready for bed?” You asked, thinking he was waiting on you. Getting up and rounding the desk to face him, Steven still looked a little nervous, so you tried to give him some assurance, “my book was getting pretty boring, so I’m ready for some rest too.”

“Steven,” Marc’s voice was clear, frustrated, and firm. 

With a sudden action, Steven took a step forward, grabbing you softly by the arms, he placed a sudden kiss on your lips. Tensing, as it took you by complete surprise, you closed your eyes, and when he pulled back, you opened your eyes again, there was the same expression on his face. 

“I- I‘m,” he began, “maybe not quite ready to sleep, per say. . . just yet.” He added a little head tilt and an overly forced wink.

You could tell in his own way he was trying to give a subtle hint; usually, you started most physical interactions, including sex, so this was certainly new. You liked that he was at least trying to be a little bolder, which meant he was getting more comfortable with it. 

“Okay,” you shifted your weight onto one hip, and swayed side to side, a sensual smile spreading across your lips, “can we at least even the playing field?”

You gestured to his clothes situation, and then yours. Aside from his usual habit of going barefoot in the flat, he was still dressed in his museum work clothes. 

“Oh, right, sorry,” Steven laughed, shouldering off his jacket he hadn’t taken off when he came home. 

Tossing it aside, he began unbuttoning his shirt, staring down at each button. You touched his hands, making him meet your gaze. He waited, dropping his hands a little, and it wasn’t long until you kissed him, a little more passionately than his first one. You managed to work the buttons on his shirt a little faster, which impressed him. Steven kept his hands off you, as he often did, not wanting to seem too eager or clingy, in fact, he reached behind to grasp the edge of your desk for support. Pushing the fabric off his shoulders, you stroked your fingers along his bicep and forearms, humming as you did.

“You wanna take things. . .slow tonight?” You asked, lips still grazing against his as you spoke softly. 

Pulling back from you a little farther, you looked up at him while he dropped the shirt to the side, “umm, actually, tonight might be a little- little different,” he stated. 

“Oh,” you perked your eyebrows nodding to let him know that was okay with you, “I like your ideas tonight,” you smiled, pressing one more soft kiss, before beginning to undo his belt buckle, nimbly. 

It was then that your phone began ringing at nearly full volume. Groaning, you remove yourself from him with an apologetic look. He moved away from the desk, knowing your phone was on the other side of it and you’d need to reach across it.

You grabbed the phone, “let me turn it off,” you bit your lip, hearing his belt hit the floor behind you, “I don’t want any interruptions.” 

Reaching across the desk to shove it in the main drawer, you felt his hands stroke the back of your thighs while you were bent across the wooden surface, sending a shiver throughout your body. As you brought yourself back up, his hands moved along with you, up to caress the curve of your ass, you felt his lips meet the nape of your neck aggressively, nipping just a little when he made his way to the side of your neck. When his hands found your hips, his grip tightened, nails digging into your skin. He brought you flush against his body. You now felt that there was only one layer on each of you keeping you from each other. He nosed at the side of your neck, breathing in your scent deeply with a throaty purr. 

“Oh sh-“ You gasped as he slipped a hand up the front of your shirt, and the other down the front of your thigh slightly turning towards the inside, pushing between your legs, which you had been subconsciously squeezing together. 

His chest was rising and falling heavily as if this was his first time touching you. You arched your back at the stimulation, muscles tight with anticipation, pressing your ass back against his hips feeling his hand inch higher now up your thigh. He took his opposite hand out of your shirt and brought it to softly hold your neck, swiping his thumb back and forth against your sweet spot while he added more kisses and slowly tightened his grip. You parted your lips, closing your eyes enjoying the sheer bliss that came from him hitting every foreplay sweet spot of yours. You were slightly shocked since Steven hadn’t found them. . .

“Good to know those haven’t changed,” he said, this time his voice was without a British accent. 

Opening your eyes and spinning around immediately, you were met with a provocative smirk you knew all too well; standing directly in the moonlight pouring in through the high window of the flat, you knew exactly who you were talking to, “Marc?” You said hoarsely. 

Before he could answer, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down into the most eager, passionate kiss you’d ever given. You felt as though every sense of yours was being awakened for the first time in a very long time– not the sweet, blissful nature that Steven brought out, but pure chaos of carnal desires. You wanted him, now. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, you curl your fingertips into the back of his hair, tugging a little. Your other arm remains around his neck, pulling him against you tighter still.

Somehow he managed to deepen the kiss, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth every once in a while. Marc dipped to reach the back of your thighs, lifting you up onto the desk, hands gripping the side of your thighs once he set you down. Immediately, you wrapped your legs around him and brought him as close to you as you possibly could. Gasping when his hips hit the inside of your thighs and dangerously close to your heat, Marc leaned forward to resume the kiss you’d broken. He moved his hands to caress your back, feeling up and down your entire body, having missed how hot your skin got when you were turned on. 

Thinking he’d need a moment to breathe since it’d been a while, you tried to pull back, but he only followed your movement. Hand arching with your spine as you leaned back, he let you pull away for a moment but kept a grip on your bottom lip with his teeth restraining your distance from being too far. Bringing you back up with ease, he let go to meet your gaze properly for the first time in months.

“I missed you,” you said first, nearly out of breath.

“I can tell,” he settled his hands on your hips. 

Shaking your head, you pressed your forehead against his, fingertips pushing up into his hair at the back of his neck. 

“I’ve missed you too,” Marc spoke, voice sincere, but dripping with a hunger. 

You sighed, closing your eyes, “I want to feel all of you again.” Marc kissed the corner of your mouth, your jawline, the side of your neck, “please,” you exhaled, slipping your hands down the side of his neck and onto his shoulders, “like when we were in Luxor.”

Marc smiled to himself at your reference and the animalistic nature to feel you as much as he could with the little time he had came back. Sliding his hands up your side, he brought the hem of your t-shirt with him, thumbs stroking a trail up your skin, barely grazing the side of your breast, until he lifted the fabric over your head. Looking at him, it was only a moment before his lips were on your collarbone, sucking tenderly at the sensitive skin. Dropping your head back, you rested your hands on the nape of his neck, clasped together, while he made his way across and down your body. His hands perfectly came up to caress your breasts, his palms pushing softly, but just firm enough against your nipples to stimulate you, thumbs stroking the top of your soft skin.

Biting the bottom of your lip, you hummed happily. When his lips met the side of your neck once more, you gasped, furrowing your brows at the building tension buzzing throughout your body. The movement of his velvety mouth, his hands kneading you, and now his hips grinding up against you was almost too much; you were hot and dripping within moments.

 Marc slipped a hand down your abdomen. His fingertips slide under the fabric keeping you from him. Jaw dropping, a sharp inhale escaped your throat when you felt his fingers dip into your slick fold and spread apart into a V. Closing your eyes, you tightened your grip on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. His free hand supported your back, keeping your hips at just the right angle while he began to tease you. 

“You missed me?” He asks, lips and breath still hot against your neck. 

“Mhmm,” was all you could manage while he rubbed deep, slow circles around your pulsing clit. 

“Tell me,” he demanded, adding pressure that sent a shock of pleasure through your body. 

“So much,” you hurried, not wanting the sensation to stop, wanting it to increase.

“Show me,” he said in a similarly commanding voice. 

Smiling to yourself, you answered, “you always were in favour of the physical over the verbal.”

He smirked, knowing there was more than one meaning, but for now, he wanted to stay focused on the sexual side of your relationship. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” Marc bounces an eyebrow, locking eyes with you so he can perfectly see your reaction when he pushes two fingertips into you.

Gasping you try to keep eye contact, but you still feel a heat rise to your face, blushing when you close your eyes. His thumb still busy working circles, you wanted him to go further, but he kept his fingers barely pushing your entrance, just teasing you. 

“Unless you’d rather talk about things now?” Marc asks, facetious.

“Shut up,” you whine, becoming annoyed, dropping your head back slowly, trying to move your hips, but he keeps them in place with his free hand.

“You wanna talk about that aggression?” He tilts his head.

You bring your gaze back to him, locking eyes again, this time a frustrated expression across your face, your chest was rising and falling at a pace he enjoyed and your eyes filled with a fire. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Well?” 

“Just fuck me,” you say, voice dropping to a hoarse tone, “ple-”

Leaning to kiss you on your open mouth, Marc presses his palm to the center of your back, keeping you in the perfect position, chest almost touching his. He slides his fingers inside you, smiling against you when he feels how wet you already are. Pumping a little faster, he rocks your hips back and forth with just the motion of his hand. Your knees hit the side of his hips out of a jolt of passion accompanied by a soft muffled moan that he swallows in the kiss. Not giving you a moment to prepare for it, he curls his finger ever so slightly, hitting your sweet spot. Feeling you tighten around his fingers, he knows a few more pumps and you’ll be at your orgasm. 

“Marc,” you pull away from the kiss, dipping your head to look between the two of you, his lips press against your hairline. You stroke your hands down his abs curling your own fingers against him, leaving a few love marks; you see the veins in his forearm and the motion of his hand, “wait, wait,” you whisper, so close to your orgasm, you don’t know if you can hold out, “Marc-” 

He pauses all motions, removing his hand from you and looking at you with both a concern and a dark desire in his deep brown eyes. 

“What do you need? What is it?” He asks, forehead pressing hard against yours as he tried to resist the deep urge to kiss you again while you caught your breath, calming down from the edge you were on. 

Before he can ask anything else you hop off the desk. Pressing yourself directly against his body, you take advantage of that and rock your hips against his, making him smile. His skin shivers at the feeling of your firm nipples rubbing against his bare chest, as you move your body in a rhythm against his. Pressing your fingers against his skin, you snake your hands up his arms, feeling his muscle tense under your fingertips, reaching his neck, you subtly tilt his head back enough for you to get more access to his neck. Licking across a slightly raised vein, you feel Marc clamp his hands against your waist, two fingers still wet from your slick, he coaxes you to ease up on your movement. With the slower pace, you could feel his length more prominently against your lower stomach. Adding open mouth kisses to his hot skin, you feel the vibration of a groan.

Pulling away, you kept eye contact as you slide a hand down his abs, fingernails grazing, and hook a finger into the waistband of the last garment keeping you from him. You bounced an eyebrow and began to sink to your knees. Marc noticed, smirking and chuckling to himself. Right before you got to your knees, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back up with surprising ease. 

“I appreciate it,” he chuckled, before turning serious, “but I don’t think I can wait any longer as is.”

Your pupils dilated at the thought of what was going to come next. In moments, he’s lifted you back into his arms and is carrying you over to the bed, passionate kisses along the way. Hand behind your head, he lays you on the bed, you release your legs from around his waist, but enjoy that he lingers on top of you for a while preoccupied with the taste of your lips and the way his hand feels against your hair. Reaching your arms around him, you push up against him in order ot better reach down his back feeling every muscle, before pushing against the small of his back with your fingers.

“Be a good girl, and turn over for me, yeah?” Marc asks, waiting to see if you nod or say yes to know that was okay with you.

Smiling, you nod, you watch him crawl down your body, bringing your panties with him in one hand; you slip your legs out of them as he goes and turn over onto your stomach. Closing your eyes you hear him undress completely. Humming when he gently squeezes your ass, you remember all the little physical signs and what they meant. Dipping to kiss the small of your back, you feel him line up with you after stroking along your wet folds.

“Fuck,” you slowly exhale, squeezing your eyes closed, reaching your arms above your head and fisting the sheets as you feel every inch of him sink deep into you. 

Marc slips a hand down your arching spine lovingly, as you adjust to the position and his size more comfortably. Your forehead meets the cool sheets, as you take a deep breath already feeling yourself clench around him. Bringing your hands a little closer to support yourself best in the bent position, you take one more calming breath. Soon desiring the sensation of movement again, you lift your head, turning to the side, eyes still closed, and nod.

His hands grasp the side of your hips, holding on roughly as he begins with steady paced thrusts into you. Gasping shamelessly, you drop your head again, letting your body take in every feeling. Marc’s hands keep your hips upright, as he pushes deep inside you again, and again. You hear him curse under his breath and feel his nails dig into your skin, knowing there’ll be bruises forming within hours. After a few moments, you find yourself wanting more, wanting it harder, deeper. Lifting yourself up onto your elbows, you rock yourself back against him every time his hips meet your ass, making the movement faster and deeper. The sound of your skin against his only makes you more aroused.

“Shit-” Marc curses with a heavy exhale. 

Shifting his grip to your waist, he holds on tightly, keeping up with your new desired pace. Pushing yourself harder against him, you feel him counter it, plunging more forcefully into your slick, warm pussy. He’s missed the feeling of you tightly gripping around him, you slipping against every inch of him while moaning his name, the sound of your sighs filling the room. Admiring the way your muscles tense and release, he watches you rock your hips in time. It’s like he never left, you know exactly what he likes and how to do it best for him.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, holding out. 

Pulling out more slowly, he makes you wait before thrusting back into you, changing up the pace again. You try to speed it back up, but he squeezes the side of your ass with both hands. 

“Take your time, take your time,” Marc coaches softly, eyes closed and head dropped back.

Obeying him, you slowly push your hips back against him, taking it inch by inch instead of all at once. Your jaw remained dropped, there was a sweet knotting sensation tightening in the pit of your stomach when you had taken his full length and thickness. You were close and you could tell. 

“Marc,” you whine, furrowing your brows.

“Not yet,” he says, palming the small of your back.

With that, you’re met with your previous pace, his hips hitting your pass and pounding you just as you’d gotten used to the new pace. Nearly yelping his name, you feel your elbows and knees pressing harder into the sheets just by the force he was thrusting into you with. He reaches a hand to your waist, slipping up your side, you instantly push yourself up, one arm fully extended supporting yourself. With your free hand, you hold onto his at your waist. The knot in your stomach tightened, you knew it was about to snap any moment. This was an orgasm you couldn’t stave off, it was going to hit and hit hard. 

“Marc, I’m gonna-” you say in a quivering voice, hand tightening around his, nails digging deep cresants into his knuckles.

“Shit-” Marc says in a deep voice, as he keeps the pace until he feels you start to pulse against his length, one more thrust deep into you is all he can manage, before his own orgasm hits. He slides his hands all over your body, enjoying the sensation of your entire body softly shaking.

“Oh, fuck,” is all you can whimper as your knees shake and you feel him throb inside you, in a few moments you feel him pull out, cum dripping from your pussy, you lower yourself against the matress. Marc kisses up your spine sweetly, until he reaches the back of your shoulder and you say,  “that was so good-”

“Was? Who says we’re done yet?” Marc whispers against your ear, “you were so eager earlier, I think you owe me, no?”

“What would you like?” You smile.

“I want to see you ride all the time,” he growls, “but now it’s my turn to feel it.”

You giggle to yourself knowing all the times with Seven he’s referring to. He lays beside you, making it easier for you to just lift a leg over him. When you straddle him, you find his cock still hard, slick with your own cum, and ready for you. Sliding your wet folds along his length, you hum at the stifled moan he conceals, ecited to see him underneath you. Feeling his length stroke against you was almost enough to get you off right there, but you want more. Leaning forward to kiss him, you reach a hand between your legs to line him up with you. Easing down his length, you slowly pull alway from the kiss as you slide onto him. 

Marc’s hands rest on your thighs, watching you toss your head back as you begin moving your hips back and forth. Caressing your breast with your hands, you bite your lip moaning, and squeeze your chest, knowing exactly what he likes to see. Bouncing your hips up and down, you press down hard and pull up slow. Looking down, you notice him close his eyes and rest his head back against the sheets. His abdomen tightens, making each muscle more rominant, taking one hand away from touching yourself, you start down low, slipping a hand along the middle of his abs, pressing harder the farther up you go, spreading your fingers out. 

“Fuck,” Marc curses with a smile on his lips and a purr of pleasure. 

Bending yourself over, you press your chest against his, keeping your hips in a rhythm. Placing one sweet kiss to his neck, you don’t shy away, you press your tongue against his skin, licking the length of his neck and up to his jaw line. Withe that you feel him buck his hips just a little bit. You reach your hands to his interlacing his fingers with yours, he supports you as you push yourself back up, sinking deeper on his cock. You guide his hands up your body, bringing them to hold your chest firmly. Caressing his hands, you sigh at the way he strokes his thumbs against your nipples, dragging them and adding a flick every now and then. He then adds a small rock of his own hips against yours, hitting a new angle even deeper.

“Oh shit,” you sigh, leaning deeper into his touch. His hands move to your waist, and you support yourself with hands against his abs, “Marc, I’m gonna cum.”

You keep the pace, lifting and lowing yourself on him repeatedly feeling him hit you perfectly, even more intensely now that it was the second time.

“That’s my good girl,” Marc says, only a slight hint of strain in his voice from the second round of pleasure, “cum for me.”

He adds a hand to the small of your back, keeping you in motion with the rocking of his hips. His opposite hand reaches between your legs, fingertips finding your soaking clit to press circles against.  “Marc-”

“Cum for me, baby.”

You inhale sharply, feeling the most passionate orgasm you’ve ever had come crashing down into full force. Your knees twitch against his sides, you press your hands firmly against his abs, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your mouth moving to say something, but you can’t even speak. Pulsing around his cock, still deep inside you, the sensations last longer than ever. Marc holds you firmly by the hips, keeping you on him. Feeling him pulse against your tightening muscles only sends you over another edge.

“Shit,” you whine in a small voice, almost crying from the pleasure, you claw at his abs, chest heaving hard. 

“Damn babe,” Marc sighs, his own chest rising and falling from the ecstasy of it.

When you come down from your high, you grip onto his biceps for support, forehead coming to rest against his shoulder. He feels you shaking as you try to breathe quietly. With your chest still heaving, Marc hushes you sweetly, stroking your sides with his hands. Kissing the top of your shoulder repeatedly. When you look up, he can see a few tears glisten against your cheek. You go in for another kiss, this time slowly, deeply, and absolutely in love with him. Marc brings a hand to wipe away your tears. 

“That felt so good,” you smile, moving off of him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He looks down at you, not knowing how much longer it’ll be him caressing you.

“Yeah,” you kiss his chest, rubbing your hand across him, “I love you so much, I hope you know that, no matter what.” 

Moving to sit up, Marc brings just the sheet up with him, covering both of you, he returns to the position, letting you snuggle up against his side again. He’s quiet for a while, bringing you closer yet, he feels your skin against his, and this time he just wants to hold you for a while longer. 

“I love you too."

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[moonlit-jeno]

red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

genre/warnings: explicit sexual content | demon au | slight dubcon??? the mans a lust demon idk | Very mild horror themes | minor mlm | don’t attempt this game pls !!!

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier. 

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?” 

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

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remember me: family (6) ✧ bucky barnes

remember me ✧ a bucky barnes series | ao3

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: they find out what you remember.

word count: 1,760

warning(s): pet name (doll), not proofread

note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

“So, you and Buck, huh?” Nat said, wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

Your face burned as you tried to distract yourself by tying the laces on your ice skates. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Nat raised a brow, smirking like she knew you weren’t being honest. “Is that so? Because, if I remember correctly, he was practically tripping over himself when he asked if you were going ice skating with us later.”

“He’s just…awkward, I don’t know. But it doesn’t mean anything.”

Except, you wished it did. Everyone told you that Bucky was different around you—good different, they always said. But…you weren’t convinced. Ever since you joined the team, it seemed like Bucky was just unsure of where to place you in his life. Steve, Nat, and Sam all had places as his best friends. Peter was the one he would treat like a little brother. Tony was the one he would go out of his way to annoy. And so on, and so forth. Everyone had a role. Everyone except for you. 

You liked Bucky. You weren’t quite sure when it started, but there was something about the man that drew you to him. It almost felt like he would be the kind of person who could understand you. You’d heard about his past, whispers from the agents who were always too scared to make eye contact with him. They always said that it was better to stay away from him, that he was dangerous. But, every time you were near him, you just wanted to cradle his face in your hands and tell him that everything was going to be okay.  

But every time you were around him, he gave you nothing. No smiles, no laughs, no conversation. It was as if you weren’t in the room. Granted, he didn’t leave the room like he would with others. He would stare, though. And, if you let yourself look back at him for long enough, you’d almost say that there was a sort of warmth there.

So, you wouldn’t say that Bucky didn’t like you. But you also wouldn’t say that he did. 

That is, until he came into the kitchen this morning, staring at you a little harder than usual. He stood a little closer, holding his mug a little tighter. When you finally asked if he needed something, he blurted out, “Are you going to the ice skating thing tonight?”

Natasha, who was in the process of pouring a bowl of cereal and bore witness to the whole ordeal, swore that he was asking you out. You weren’t convinced. 

And yet, you couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in your tummy as you told him, “Yeah, I am. I’ll see you there?”

And here you were, circling the rink with Nat, waiting for him to make his appearance. “He was asking you out,” Nat insisted. 

“I think he was just trying to be nice, Nat. I don’t think it meant anything,” you said as you made another lap, shivering slightly. 

“Hey, are you cold?” Nat asked, her brows furrowing together as she looked you up and down. When you shook your head, trying to deny it, she gave you a pointed look, unraveling her scarf from around her neck. “You should know better than to lie to your best friend.”

“It’s fine, it was just a cold breeze!” you still tried to deny, trying to pull away as she wrapped her scarf around your neck. When it was tied, Nat gave you a satisfied smile. You looked down at the scarf, trying to ignore the way tears pricked at your eyes. “I—thank you, Nat. I’ll give it back when we get back to the Tower.”

“Keep it. You’re family. What’s mine is yours.” When she saw the tears well up more, she said, “We’ll talk about this later, okay? ‘Cause here comes your prince charming.”

She grabbed you by the shoulders, spinning you around. And there he was. Skating right up to you, a shy smile on his face. Nat gave you a small push, the skates doing the rest of the work as you slid up to Bucky. 

“Hi,” you said. “I almost didn’t think you were coming.”

“Had to work up the nerve to get here,” he said, his cheeks tinting pink.

“Oh, yeah, ice skating is really scary, even for an ex-assassin,” you said. 

“No, I meant to see you,” he said before he could stop himself. His eyes went wide, and he quickly added, “Not that you’re scary. Quite the opposite, actually. I-I, I think you’re really nice, and that scares me, ‘cause people aren’t that nice to me and—”

You lifted your hand, placing your mitten-covered hand over his mouth. “Shh. I understand.”

“No, no, you don’t,” he said, taking your hand and pulling it away from his mouth. He still held it as your arm and his fell at your sides. “‘Cause I really, really like you. And I’m terrified of messing it up.  And I’ve convinced myself that I’ve already messed it up and there’s not a chance in hell that you could ever like me and—” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Can we start over? I haven’t done this in a long time and…I don’t want to mess things up.”

“Sure,” you said. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Bucky,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, too, doll.”

Your stomach flipped at the pet name. You weren’t entirely sure it was a good thing or a bad thing. Something about the word felt tainted, like it wasn’t something you wanted to be said. But, when Bucky looked at you with those pretty blue eyes, you almost wanted to hear him say it again, and again, and again. So, you painted on a smile, and you pretended that the weird feeling didn’t happen.

“Well, Bucky,” you said, “are you going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to show me the best night of my life?”

“Doll, I’d do anything for you.”

“How long until we reach Wakanda?” Bucky asked. When neither Yelena nor Nat responded, he said, “How long are you going to give me the cold shoulder for? I found her. I brought her back.”

“You wouldn’t have had to find her if you’d used your brain,” Nat said. “And you weren’t the one to find her, anyways. You dragged your feet ever since you realized you’d been tricked.”

“How long?” Bucky repeated. 

“Another hour.”

“And the cold shoulder?”

“You’ll be forgiven if Y/N forgives you,” Nat said. She turned, looking at Wanda, who was sifting through your mind. “How is she?”

Wanda looked up, then immediately looked back down. Bucky didn’t like that look. Wanda said, “There’s not much there. I-I don’t know what Bucky’s mind looked like after he was brainwashed, but…It’s like they took nearly everything.”

Steve raised a brow. “Nearly everything? So some part of her is still there.”

“Only Nat,” Wanda said. She gave Bucky an almost apologetic look before looking back down, trying to probe your mind for anything else. “It’s just bits and pieces. I don’t know if she really knows who Nat is. But, every so often, in all of the chaos, there’s flashes of Nat and—”

Faster than any of them could process, you had awoken, flinging Wanda against the wall of the quinjet. You…Bucky had never seen you do anything like that before. You were strong, sure. Any agent had to be. But something like that? It was as if Wanda was a ragdoll to you. He had only ever seen such a thing with…Oh god. What had Hydra done to you? 

“Doll, wait—” Bucky said without really thinking. 

Those were not the right words to say, he realized as your fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled backwards, unsure of what to do. He had to restrain you, and that meant having to fight you. And god, he really didn’t want to fight you. That would be hurting you more than he already had, and he couldn’t do that. He really couldn’t do that. 

As Bucky regained his footing, Steve tried to grab at you, grab your arms or something, but you kicked him back. He slid across the quinjet, before he stopped himself, redirecting his energy and charging at you. But you swung at him, his nose making a sickening crack!

“This isn’t you,” Bucky tried again, trying to grab you. He knew that this wasn’t going to work. He knew that there was no way at getting around this, not until the hold Hydra had on you was broken. “Please, doll—”

“Y/N, don’t, please,” Nat said, standing up, her hands raised. She rose from her seat, slowly approaching you. “This isn’t you. We—I’m your family. And, I know you don’t want to hurt us, hurt me. Please…We don’t want to hurt you, either. We just want to help you.”

And it almost broke Bucky’s heart how you listened, actually pausing, staring at Nat with a sort of recognition you didn’t have when you looked at him. 

“Family?” you repeated. 

“Family,” Nat said. “I won’t let you get hurt, I promise. I just want to help you.”

“Help?”

“Help. We’re taking you somewhere that can make you, you again. Do you trust us to do that?”

“I trust you.”

Not all of them. Just Nat. And while Bucky understood, it didn’t stop his heart from breaking even more. 

“Wanda’s going to put you to sleep, okay? Not like the kind of sleep that happened with the bad people. She’ll give you good dreams, okay? And when you wake up, you won’t have to hurt anyone again. You can just try to find your happiness again. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

And you didn’t fight when Wanda stood again, using her magic to put you back to sleep again. 

Nat looked back at Bucky, almost apologetic. “I’m sorry she didn’t recognize you.”

“Maybe it’s for the best,” he said. He almost meant it. “If she doesn’t remember me, she doesn’t remember the pain I caused her.”

“Maybe,” Nat said. She looked at Wanda. “What were you saying? Before all of that happened?”

Wanda blinked, trying to remember. Then, she said, “Right. Um, I was saying that all that I could find was you. And, when she was given her last mission, she’d had a thought.”

“What was the thought?” Bucky asked. 

“She wanted to know if Nat was okay.”

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Late Night Encounters Part 3

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! Female receiving oral, unprotected vaginal penetration

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: It’s my birthday so I didn’t proofread this!! I’m sorry!!

Once again, Fred had a date. He woke up that morning and remembered every bit of what he had said, and stood by his words. He told Y/N he still wanted to see the ring on the table when he got home. He wanted her to think about it for at least 24 full hours before she made a decision.

Y/N and Fred had narrowly missed each other that morning. He was off running errands for the day and she had only just woken up. He was home for lunch and she was out with Hermione. Y/N felt her heart sink, feeling guilty for wanting to see him. Why guilt, though? She didn’t feel like she had a valid reason to feel guilty. After she got home from lunch Fred had already left for his date, so she fell asleep on the couch in the living room, figuring it was a good way to pass the time until she saw her new best friend again.

“Why was this on the kitchen table?” George asked, waking Y/N up out of her sweet, dreamless sleep on the couch. He was holding the ring.

“I can’t sleep with jewelry on.” She shrugged, getting up and going to grab the ring. He held it up higher. She almost laughed until she saw the look on his face.

“I’m serious.” She sighed heavily at this.

“I know, George.”

“You know what?” The audacity that men have.

“I know you’re sleeping with her again.”

“W-what?” He almost dropped the ring.

“I just don’t get it, George.”

“I w-wouldn’t do that again.”

“Except you are.”

“Why are you accusing me right now?”

“Because I’m not dumb! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean I’m dumb! I’m not naive. The first time, sure. This time, no! It’s the same as last time, but you thought I’d stay with you just because you proposed this time! Maybe I won’t, did you think about that? What if you get her pregnant? Did you just expect me to stay around and raise the kid? Or what if we both get pregnant, who are you leaving alone with their child?”

“I cannot believe this right now--”

“Stop that! Stop it! You’re gaslighting me! You know I’m right! Stop lying!”

“Fine!”

“How long?”

“A year.”

“So immediately after we got back to where we were.”

“Yes.”

“Why? What did I do? Why am I not enough for you?”

“Maybe if you--”

“Actually, no, fuck you. I’m enough for me. I’m enough for so many people. I gave you a second chance and you fucking blew it! I’ve done so much for you, for Fred, too!”

“I--” He sighed. He was speechless. It was the first time you’d really fully stood up for yourself. It was on him, he knew that. “I think...I’m going to spend the night at the Burrow, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Go, spend the night with her, but don’t lie to me and say you’re staying with your mom.” She spoke bluntly, tears streaming out of her eyes quietly. It was a silent cry, the only way Y/N ever allowed herself to cry in front of people. He hesitated, but he turned around and left the living room. Y/N entered the kitchen, starting to grease pans for baking.

-

Fred came home that night, mostly confused. Y/N wasn’t in the living room tonight, which didn’t make him feel great. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The date was great. She was perfect, but...he hated it. Something was missing. As she listed off interests, favorite movies, her favorite quidditch team...all he could think was that something was missing. When he got home, and Y/N was missing, it dawned on him. It was her. She was missing. The girl had listed off all of Y/N’s favorite movies, her favorite songs. She liked to bake. Her favorite quidditch team was the Holyhead Harpies, the team his little sister played on. Suddenly, Fred felt rather sick. He can’t have feelings for his brother's girlfriend--no, fiance!

With a pit in his stomach, he walked into the kitchen, where he opened his eyes wide. The entire kitchen table and window sill were covered in baked goods. There was one clean counter, where Y/N sat staring off into space, waiting for her next round of cookies to finish.

“Oh! I forgot! I’m sorry, how was the date?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing--”

“Don’t, please don’t close yourself off. We’re close now, just let me in. What happened, what’s with the baked goods?” He asked, leaning with his arms crossed and his back against the island counter across from where she sat. He noticed the ring was missing, it wasn’t on Y/N’s finger, it wasn’t on the counter or the table where he’d seen it last.

“He admitted it. He’s cheating on me with her again.” She sighed, looking to the ceiling and holding back tears. “And it sucks so hard to know he wasted all this time of mine again. He proposed to me. I know he’s your brother, but that’s just so...crazy. Who does that?” She paused, and just as Fred was about to talk she kept going. “And the worst part is that I don’t...I don’t feel anything. The first time he cheated with Angelina it was like my whole world came crashing down. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my roommate. Now, it barely even feels like we’re roommates. I thought I could love him the same way after it all, and maybe he cheated because I couldn’t.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Cheating is always a decision. If he realized you didn’t love him the same way he should have communicated with you. Broken up. Not proposed and delayed this.” Fred sighed. Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Fred, assumingly because she was upset.

“I--” She paused, chest tight. She looked up at Fred, making blatant eye contact. “What if I’ve been emotionally cheating?” Fred’s eyes widened and his heart sank. He felt awful, like his feelings for her would just have to go away again. Right as they were getting close.

“W-what? With who?”

“You fucking idiot.” She sighed, pushing herself off the counter. She went to walk away, but Fred put his arms on either side of her on the counter, pinning her where she was.

“Don’t walk away.” He whispered, so close to her face. Her heart pounded.

“I--” She sighed. “Fred, I’ve felt more for you in the past five days than I’ve felt for George in the past year and a half. I waited all day for you to be here, and I kept feeling guilty for it. I’ve felt so guilty, and then I find out he’s cheating and I’m so numb to it because you’re all I can think about.” She paused to breathe before she continued her quick ramblings. “Also, the idea of having feelings for you is so weird, because we only just started to like each other, but you’re standing so close to me and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about all the girls you used to bring home and how I don’t want to be just one of those girls you sleep with. But obviously I can’t just be with you because I think I just broke off my engagement with your brother and also because you haven’t said anything--” So Fred, in his overwhelmed state, pushed forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed both sides of his face as he grabbed her hips. After a few moments, he quickly pulled apart, moving one of his hands to keep her hand on his face in place

“I couldn’t tell you the other night, but I had feelings for you that summer before the war, but you were with George. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just confess then, and besides you were so happy with him. Then we didn’t like each other, and the night before you got engaged I couldn’t stop thinking about you all over again. And...George made us spend all that time together and you’re the only thing I think about. The girl I went on the date with was so perfect, but I couldn’t get you off my mind and I realized she was just like you. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.” Fred spoke in a hushed tone with his eyes closed, as if speaking any louder or seeing her would make Y/N evaporate into thin air. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her with tear tracks down her face.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t trapped by his and wiping her face. He giggled, letting go of her hand and using both of his hands to hold the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed the tear stains on Y/N’s face. “You’re like this perfect man, it’s so wildly different from George.” She mumbled.

“I can’t account for where he went wrong, and I haven’t always been great. But if you give me the chance, I will love you better than anyone else could dream of.” With tears streaming down her eyes she pulled him in to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips. He held the small of her waist as she rested one of her hands on his chest, the other sat at the back of his neck playing with his hair. He moaned when she pulled it gently, causing her to smile into their kiss. She almost missed being able to see him rolling his eyes at her smirk.

“Love me, please. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Just--love me tonight.” She whispered against his lips as they panted for air. 

He leaned down, kissing her again as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her back to a sitting position on the counter. Y/N threaded her fingers through Fred’s hair, one of Fred’s hands was on her thigh, the other rested on her waist. Finally, she bit his bottom lip in an attempt to get him to do anything. In response, he gave a noise that sounded between a groan and a growl, moving to her neck to leave bite marks. He licked the shell of her ear and bit the lobe as he moved down to the length of her neck, sucking hard. She moaned softly, whimpering when he used he grazed his teeth over her neck. 

She started grinding her hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him to aid in her plight for friction. After he felt satisfied with the bruises he’d left on her neck he went back to her lips, sucking on her bottom lip briefly before licking it in a silent asking of permission to use it. She gracefully licked his tongue, granting his own tongue admission to her mouth. Their tongues wrestled messily, Y/N playing with Fred’s hair and occasionally pulling softly to hear him moan. She was starting to feel frustrated with just grinding, so she moved the hand that was on the side of Fred’s face to gracefully feel all the way down his body before she started palming him through his slacks. He gave a harsh groan this time, pulling apart from her mouth briefly.

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” His voice was deep with pleasure and she moaned at the sound alone. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t been praised like that sexually...ever. Fred took one of his hands off of her hips to thread into her hair, pulling gently to hear her moan. He swore to himself that he could hear that every minute of every day and never get tired of it. While Fred knew he was going to fuck her, his intentions were pure-- he wanted to make love to her. Y/N, however, was getting frustrated with his politeness. She started to unbutton his slacks and he broke off their kiss again. “Hold on, I want to take care of you.” He whispered, flush against her lips.

“I appreciate that, but I want you inside of me.” She whispered, her hand that had been unbuttoning his pants was now tangled in his shirt. Fred felt his heart drop to his cock when she said this, groaning at her lack of restraint. Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt as he separated her thighs and pulled her completely to the edge of the counter.

“You’ll just have to be patient, princess.” He grinned as he went to crouch, kissing her knee on the way down. He left kisses all over the inside of her thighs, leaving her soaked to the core before he had even really touched her. Both Fred and Y/N were thankful she was wearing a dress that day, making his access considerably easier as he rubbed her through only her thin panties. Kissing the inside of her thigh as he looked up into her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He almost grinned when he saw she was adorning another pair of fruit covered panties.

“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said the cherry panties were sexy,” He smirked up at her, rubbing circles into her clit through peach covered cotton. “These are sexy too, but I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.” He grabbed the cotton on her hips and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor like he promised. Y/N’s thighs were shaking from all the teasing he had done already. He licked from her inner knee to where he promised to take care of her, latching his mouth onto her clit. She gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue, closing her eyes. He used his tongue to create figure-8’s against her clit, and slowly pushed one finger into her. At this, she threw her head back, resting the crown of her skull gently against the cabinet behind her. She laced her fingers through Fred’s hair, now pulling hard. He groaned in his own pleasure, creating vibrations against her clit which in turn made her moan. He pushed a second finger into her, slowly pumping them as he worked her clit. After adding a third finger, her legs were shaking violently, showing she was nearing the edge. He quickly swapped his fingers and tongue, using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside of her warm pussy. He had his other arm wrapped around her thigh, one of her hands reaching to hold the hand there as she neared her end even faster than before.

“I want you to say my name when you cum, baby, can you do that for me?” He paused briefly, looking up at her, she nodded vigorously. His tongue returned to it’s warm reserve inside of her. The motions he made with his thumb against her clit became faster, and soon enough she was squeezing his hand and nearly screaming his name. Fred waited for her to stop squeezing his hand to stand up and kiss her on the lips again. “You did so good, baby.” He whispered against her lips.

“Freddy,” She whimpered against his lips. “You haven’t even fucked me yet and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” She almost laughed at the thought. He grinned, happy with his work so far. He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, kissing her ear as he spoke.

“You won’t need to, baby. I’ll fuck you right here,” He started licking and kissing her neck again, making her whine. “And I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to walk.” He whispered against her quickly bruising flesh. She whined again, reaching to finish her job unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his already unbuttoned pants. He let her continue as he wrapped his hand in her hair once and pulled back, exposing the front of her neck to him where he continued his attack. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped her pull it off his shoulders, exposing his freckled and scarred skin on his chest to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling every individual scar and wondering where each of them came from. He watched her eyes dart around, a small closed-lip smile adorning her face as she felt the raised white scars. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, loving his own view. Using the same hand that was petting her cheek, he lifted her face to look up at his. He pulled her face close to his own and kissed her softly.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered against her lips with his eyes closed. She smiled, reaching her face up to kiss his eyelids. Angel kisses on his blonde eyelashes. It was a sweet moment, to remind them both that not only was there no going back after what they were about to do, but also to remind them that this wasn’t just fucking. This was real, unadulterated love. He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers as she pushed his slacks and boxers down as far as she could with her hands, using her bare feet the rest of the way. He lifted her dress over her head, tossing it somewhere behind him, inevitably landing on some type of baked good. She rested one hand against his jaw, pulling his face close to hers, her other hand pumping his cock and gently rubbing the tip. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath at the feeling of her small hand around him. He rested one hand on her jaw, mirroring her. His other hand rested on the small of her back to push her closer to him. They kissed gently, feeling like this moment was fragile and could be broken. Y/N moved the hand that was on his cock and squeezed his bicep, quietly communicating that she was ready. He moved his hand from the small of her back to line himself up with her entrance, and as he pushed in the both gasped quietly at the feeling. Fred rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed as he waited quietly and politely for her to adjust to his size. After a few moments she tapped him to tell him to move, her eyes squeezed tightly closed for preparation of any pain that would come from his movements. He moved slowly, truly taking this moment to get to know Y/N’s body. He felt every groove inside of her, every dip and small raise in her skin, memorising her inside and out. As they both started to get used to this puzzle-piece moment in which it felt like the clicking of soul-mates finally coming together, they started kissing again. Fred’s tongue entered her mouth, exploring, dead set on memorising her entire body. Her hands found themselves resting on his back, nails digging in every so often. If this had been her sex dream, she would’ve been wondering how many girls had dug their nails into his back, but in person all she could think about was him. He filled her every sense, she could smell him, feel him everywhere, taste him, his freckled skin stuck on her eyes even when they closed, and their shared moans overwhelmed her ears. If this was what making love was, she definitely had never shared that with George.

Fred lowered his hand, rubbing her clit gently as his pace got faster. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so good so quickly, he was almost positive he hadn’t ever felt his high come so quickly. As he pounded into Y/N’s g-spot and rubbed her clit, she found herself loudly moaning. Her nails were now leaving deep marks into Fred’s back, and Fred hadn’t even noticed.

“Fred,” She moaned his name loudly, the sound of which made his own high come even faster. Set on finding their highs together, they were flush together. Y/N nor Fred had never been so close to someone, their entire bodies touching. Her legs were wrapped around him, her torso flush against his and her face buried into his chest. His face was buried into her neck, leaving occasional kisses to avoid his own moans. Quickly, they found their highs together. After hitting her g-spot so many times, she warned him. He quietly thanked Godric, his own high coming as well. So as they came together, panting, completely embraced, they felt loved. They’d both felt fucked-out before, but this felt different. This felt simultaneously heavy and weightless on their hearts, and they stayed together for a long time. They kissed quietly, Fred not really wanting to leave her, and she not wanting him to leave her either. Before he pulled out she spoke.

“I love you too, Freddy.”

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Bully!Dabi laughing and making fun about a school girl big tiddies😳 it's as if the buttons on your uniform blouse are going to explode at any moment, and Dabi love make you feel bad about it

 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

“baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?” 

MDNI

tw: non-con (yeah ik crazy right? i’m taking that out of my rules so feel free to request now.) , bullying, third year aged, mean!dabi, creep!dabi?, boobjob, cumplay, degradation, raw sex and public sex

A/N: hi hiii, this is a lovely request that I literally started writing as soon as I got it. Thank you nonnie for sending this in and as always enjoy!

You tried to keep them hidden whenever you saw him walking through the halls with his asshole entourage. But oversized sweaters, hoodies and cardigans never did the trick. Dabi always ended up seeing them, practically bursting through your school blouse after an administrator would yell at you to get into proper uniform. He was ruthless, grabbing your shirt and popping it open by the buttons to expose your large breasts. He’d laugh at you as you go to cover yourself up with the remnants of your blouse, poking and prodding at the exposed skin of your breasts. He’d pinch your cheeks as you become flustered, smirking and leaning in close to you.

“What? They were gonna come out anyways. Stupid tits were practically opening your shirt for you. Thought I’d give ‘em a hand.” He mocked, squeezing your breasts as he pinned you to a nearby locker. You snatch away from him and run away to the bathroom to fix your blouse, tears stinging in your eyes from the embarrassment of it all. The rest of your day was full of shame as everyone stared at your ripped blouse, administration granting you detention for violating dress code for the second time today. 

At the end of the day, you stay behind in class, watching as everyone chats their way out the classroom doors to return home for the evening. All the other students who were to stay for detention come trudging inside; Dabi included to your displeasure. You shuffle in your seat out of discomfort, pulling your sweater down further and holding it in between stern fists as if it were to fly up at any second to reveal your breasts to the whole class. Dabi winks at you after sitting directly across from you, softly mooing at you to insinuate that you were a cow. 

“I see they made you cover up those udders, fat tits. What were you thinking walking around with your tits hanging out? This is a school you know.” He says to you at a low tone of voice, talking not allowed in detention. You try and ignore him, scribbling on your notebook as you try and concentrate on your homework. Dabi sits slouched in his seat, writing something on a piece of paper and balling it up to throw it at your head. You glare over at him, the paper ball falling onto your desk in front of you. You open it and see that it’s a note. 

“Meet me on the roof, fat tits.” it read, hand-writing just as childish as he is. You roll your eyes and crumple up the note, standing to go to throw it in the trash. Dabi smirks, sitting up in his seat to raise his hand. 

“Yo, teach. I gotta piss. Can I use the bathroom?” He asks, chuckling to himself when the administrator grants him another two weeks detention for his foul language. 

“Ask correctly or ‘piss’ on yourself, Mr. Todoroki.” He spits, returning to his book. Dabi sighs, rolling his eyes before caving in. 

“Fine. May I please use the restroom, sir?” He asks once more, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He stands once he has permission, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll be waiting, utters." He taunts, poking your chest before walking out of the room. You sit for a while, stirring in confusion. Do you go outside to see what he wants or do you stay seated and let him wait for nothing. You sigh and raise your hand, politely asking to use the restroom too. The administrator, uninterested at this point waves you away and returns to his book. You shuffle out of the room and walk upstairs to the roof of the school where Dabi stood by the metal fences barricading the ledge.

"Ah. So nice of you to meet with me, fat tits." Dabi smirks, pulling you up to him by the arm. You groan, shuddering at his touch in disgust.

"What do you want, Touya?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest unconsciously; a defense mechanism you've picked up dealing with him over the years.

"Haven't you heard the saying? A guy who picks on you also has a crush on you." Dabi hints, pulling your arms away from your chest, lifting your sweater up to expose your pretty bra. You shriek, trying to cover yourself up again only for your hands to be pinned above your head against the wall. 

“So your excuse for treating me like shit is because you’ve got some sick crush on me?” You spat, yet unable to be completely furious as his lips meet yours in a hot and sticky kiss you can’t seem to shake. His tongue slips into your mouth to travel around inside, pulling away with a single string of spit as you pant. You hated him but, fuck, why did he have to be such a good kisser?

“You’ve always been my favorite little toy. Wanna know why?” He asks, leaning in to kiss and lick the skin of your neck. You stifle a moan, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’s turning you on. 

“Why?” You choke, cheeks burning as his cold hands travel up the sides of your frame.

“These.” He answers, his hands pulling your breasts out of the cups of your bra, hissing at the sight of your pretty nipples. He takes one in his mouth, smirking against your skin when you start to moan helplessly. Your thighs press together as your panties start to soak with slick, Dabi noticing his effect on you quickly. 

“P-Please stop..” You whisper desperately, looking into Dabi’s crystal blue eyes with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. He grins, knowing deep down you want him too, whether you said it words or not. His hands travel up your thighs and between your legs, forcing them open to prod his fingers at the growing wet spot on your panties. 

“Heh.. I don’t think you want me to stop, do you? God, look how sloppy you are already.” He retorts, yanking your panties down and hiking up your skirt to further expose you. He reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants to let his length spring free, your eyes locking onto his bright red head as it leaked with pre-cum. 

“Help me out with this, will ya, doll?” He asks, hands caressing your face as you lead you onto the concrete ground. As you sat on your knees, your hands wiping away a stray tear that streams down your cheek. You pull out your breasts a bit further, taking Dabi’s cock in between them and stroking it slowly beneath your cleavage. Dabi sighs out, his head handing back as he ruts his hips upward to match your pace. 

“Fuck, just like that. If only you could see how slutty you look.” Dabi groans, voice slightly hoarse as you get him off with your breasts. You groan when you feel his cock start to throb against your skin, half of you disgusted and the rest of you turned on beyond belief as you watch him writhe in pleasure from the very breasts he teased and made fun of so harshly. 

“Fuck, stand up.” Dabi demands, practically yanking you up on your feet by your arm and pinning you against the metal fence behind you.  Not caring enough to prep you before, he pushes himself inside your weeping pussy; starting his thrusts at a brutal pace. You cry out, your moans echoing through the vast space of the empty roof of the school. Dabi’s hand comes up to cover your mouth as his hips moved faster, wet slapping causing him to groan.

“Ya like that, huh slut? Like being stuffed full at school don’t you?” Dabi asks, expecting an answer out of you after he uncovers your drooling and mewling mouth,“You’re mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” 

“”M yours, Touya!” You gasp, feeling the delicious head of his cock brush against your favorite spot with reckless abandon as it blurs your reasoning. You feel your slick spill down your thighs as he ruts into you from behind, his balls slapping up against your swollen clit only adding to the sinful pleasure you were feeling. You almost can’t believe you’re being fucked by your bully on the roof as your hands cling to the metal barb-wired fence you were pinned against, feeling Dabi’s hands reach up and grab your breasts from behind to pull you back onto his cock with fervor. Animalistic growls leave his lips as he pinches and teases your nipples, huffing obscenities into your ear. 

“That’s right you fucking whore, take my cock like a good little slut.” He growls as he uses your pussy like he owns you, his cock throbbing inside you as he threatens to cum inside you, “Gonna make you mine forever, yeah? Sound good, slut?” You shake your head no, your body language telling a different tale as you feel your legs get so weak you can hardly stand on your own as Dabi holds you up by your neck. 

His hand squeezes around your throat as he cums thick inside you, your gooey cunt fluttering around his cock as you follow shortly behind him. You pant and sob as you come down from your high, Dabi continuing to use your pussy until every drop of his cum is deep inside you; even going the extra mile to scoop up whatever remnants of his cum that leaked from you with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth with a satisfied groan. 

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Dabi smirks, taking your panties from the ground and handing them to you with a smug look in his eye. You take them and slide them up over your legs and put them back on with a sniffle, ashamed of what you’ve done with him yet strangely satisfied as your cunt still clenches and throbs around nothing after the fact. Confusion stirs within your mind, your thighs trembling as you sat on the bench and watched Dabi walk down the stairs once more. 

After you wait for Dabi to walk back downstairs to the detention room, you follow behind shortly after, folding your legs as you feel Dabi’s cum start to spill out and onto your panties. He smirks over at you, leaning back into his seat as he passes another note to you. 

“Let’s do that again tomorrow, fat tits. You’re fun ;)”

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