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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years

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Angel,

Danny Wagner X Fem reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (F/rec), dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, daddy kink, choking if you squint.

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You stepped out of the shower and wrapped loosely in your towel. You saw your phone light up on the sink and picked it up.

I'm so sorry love but I'm having to stay at the studio a few more hours, I promise I'll make it up to you.

You huffed out of frustration and tossed your phone on the bed, it landed with a bounce and tangled somewhere beneath the sheets. This was a common occurrence recently, you knew Danny wasn't doing it intentionally, but his music was just very important to him. That didn't mean it made it any easier when you'd been dying to see him for the first time in a few days. Your schedules just never seemed to line up, he had been needed at the studio so much recently he had opted to just stay with Jake the last few days. Wanting to release some frustrations and knowing Danny wouldn't be home for at least a few more hours, you walked around the edge of your bed and opened your bedside table. You picked up your favorite vibe, tossed your towel to the hamper, and climbed into bed. You were a little chilly from your wet hair so you pulled the comforter over you and then snuck your hand down under it, turning on your vibe. You closed your eyes and started to day dream about the things Danny might do when he got home to as he said, 'make it up to you'. His big hands, callused from drumming, roaming the expanse of your body. His hips rocking into yours. His breath hot on your neck as he slowly pressed into you,

"Danny," His name effortlessly and shamelessly fell from your lips between moans, the more you pictured the things he'd do to you, the closer you got before finally falling over the edge. You laid there for a moment catching your breath before reaching over and placing your vibe back in its drawer. You had gotten hot at this point and opted to throw the covers back and just nap for a while. You rolled over onto your stomach, got comfortable and fell asleep rather quickly.

"Hmm look at you" You heard a low tone that woke you from your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to see Danny standing in your bedroom doorway, licking over his bottom lip as he approached the bed. You smiled lazily and stayed in your spot, letting Danny take in the sight in front of him. You, laid out on the bed, fully naked, one leg hiked up slightly, your hair in damp waves. "You look like an angel tangled up in those white sheets" He pulled his shirt over his head before crawling over your back, littering your spine with kisses as he worked his way up to your cheek, and then your mouth, taking a moment to rut his hips against your ass with a quiet groan.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be here until later?" You asked as you reached your hand back to cup his cheek as he kissed at your jaw.

"Well, I wasn't." He paused, his hand searching the bed next to you, "But then, I got a very interesting phone call from you" He smirked, still rocking his hips into yours.

"What?" You questioned, confused. He finally found your phone and opened up the recent call list, his name at the top. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you realized what had happened. Danny just grinned,

"Imagine my surprise, when I'm at the studio and I get a call from my lovely, beautiful, and apparently dirty girl" He punctuated each word with a kiss, now descending down your spine, "I answer it, only to hear her moaning my name."

"You-You heard everything?" You asked as he maneuvered you onto your back. Your face had turned a shade of pink as he rose to his knees and began taking off his jeans, leaving himself in only his boxers. He crawled back over you and kicked his jeans off his ankles. His mouth found your neck again, with hot open mouth kisses, sucking and leaving marks on your delicate skin. You took in a sharp breath when his hand palmed your breast, a little rougher than usual, as if he couldn't get enough, get you close enough.

"I heard every little whimper and moan that came out of you, that pretty mouth." His thumb found its way past your lips, and you sucked it lightly, "Tell me baby, did you cum?"

"Mhmm" You hummed around his thumb, nodding as you looked at him with your best doe eyes.

"What was in that filthy mind of yours to have you moaning my name like that hmm?" his hand traveled down between your legs, his eyes darkened as he ran his fingers through the remnants of your release, "What made you cum for daddy without me even being here hmm?" His words alone already had your eyes rolling back in your head. He waited for your answer as his fingers worked slowly over your clit, applying the tiniest amount of pressure.

"Your mouth" you managed, hands fixed on his biceps as he touched you,

"Where do you want my mouth angel?" he asked as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, lightly raking his teeth over it.

"Here" You reached towards where his hand was still working

"I want to hear you say it"

"I want your mouth on my clit, want you to make me cum, please" You whined,

"Oh, I intend to, I want to hear all those pretty sounds all over again" He kissed his way down your torso, painfully slow. His breath hot and fanning over you had you lifting your hips off the bed, trying to get him where you wanted him. A soft laugh came out of him and looked up to you, "Patience baby" You ran your knuckles over his cheek, admiring the beautiful man that was basically worshiping your body. He turned his head and kissed your palm before finally licking a slow stripe up your center. Your fingers tangled in his wild curls as he started applying very pointed flicks of his tongue to your clit. Still feeling sensitive from your solo session you knew it wouldn't take long before you were coming undone.

"Oh fuck, just like that, please" you moaned out, tugging at Danny's hair as you subtly rocked your hips against his mouth,

"Is this how you imagined it" He broke away to say

"Bet-Better" You choked out as he delved back in, you swore you could feel him smile against you. A few more swirls and flicks of his talented tongue and you were a moaning mess beneath him, coming hard on his flushed face. He pulled his face away and looked up to you,

"What else did you think of y/n?" He licked at your core, lapping up your release as you answered,

"Your cock, daddy" You admitted breathily, still coming down from your high. A low growl rumbled out of Danny's chest as his eyes met yours. You knew what that name did to him, and you knew how to use it to your advantage. "Want to feel it inside me, filling me up"

"Yeah? Is that what my girl wants? To be a pretty little place for me to put my cock? Wrapped around me, taking it slow and deep until we both can't think straight?" Words were beyond you now, so your answer was a groan accompanied with a weak nod. That smirk was back on his face as he stood, sliding his boxers down his thighs, "Look, look what you do to me" He rasped as he stroked himself, precum dripping from his tip. You reached out for him, beckoning him back to you. You sat up slightly, taking his cock into your hand and leading it to your heat as he hovered over you. You lined him up and then wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing him into you slowly. You moaned in unison as he sunk in to the hilt. You'd had sex with Danny more times that you could count, but you'd never get used to the glorious stretch you felt with him each and every time. He remained still for a moment, taking his time to adorn your neck with even more marks that you knew he loved to leave behind, loved marking you as his. The breath nearly tore from your lungs as he slowly pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, keeping his promise to make it slow and deep. He brought his hand up and wrapped it lightly around your throat, sitting up slightly so he could watch himself languidly fucking into you. He place his other hand below your navel, pressing down just hard enough that his cock brushed against your g-spot on every long drag in and out.

"I- fuck- Dan-daddy I'm going to-I'm going to cum" You nearly cried out, your hands grasping at the wrist of the hand around your throat. He sped up his thrusts but continued to go just as deep, breathy moans and grunts leaving his lips as his attention shifted from your core to your eyes

"Cum angel, all pretty and sweet for me" He kept his eyes on your face as you came, writing under him and gripping his arm so tight you knew your nails were probably digging into his skin, you also knew he didn't mind one bit. His mouth fell open and that same low growl came from his chest as he sunk down to his forearm, using his other hand to hike your leg up just a little higher, hitting even deeper than he had previously. You raked your nails down his back as he continued fucking you, his ragged breathing hot on your neck. You wanted to tell him, to voice to him how badly you wanted him to finish inside you, but all you could manage was nonsensical pleads whispered in his ear between moans and whimpers he elicited from you. That was enough for him, because you felt him press in deeply, so deeply it scooted your body up the bed. A string of praise left his lips as he spilled into you, his mouth agape and his eyes half lidded as he looked down to you. He gently moved a strand of hair from your face as his mouth turned into a smile. He kissed your forehead, and then removed himself, sitting back on his knees. His eyes traveled your body, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest still heaving up and down. His eyes stopped at your core, and you saw his eyebrow quirk up. You grinned, knowing he was pleased watching your releases mixed and slowly leaking out of you. Nothing could have prepared you for when he ran his fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness and bringing it to his lips. Your mouth fell open as you watched him suck his fingers, his eyes closed like he was really savoring it,

"Fuck, we taste so good together" He said as he removed his fingers from his mouth.

"Jesus.." You whispered almost to yourself. A devilish grin played on his lips,

"Yeah, you like that?" he asked as he plopped down on the bed next to you, pulling you into his side, nuzzling your neck.

"Yeah, If this is the Danny I get I'm going to have to butt-dial you more often" You teased,

"You better not" He pinched your side playfully, and you swatted his hand away with a giggle, "I'll never get any work done"

"Do you have to go back in today?" you asked, tucking yourself even closer to him.

"Absolutely not, the rest of this day is devoted to you, any way you want to spend it" He placed a quick peck to your cheek.

"Hmmm, I can think of a few things" You smiled as your turned to him, pulling him into a deep kiss.

"Angel, you are insatiable." He crooned against your neck, picking you up and carrying you towards the shower. You had an idea of the rest of your day would go, and you couldn't wait.

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star-going-supernova · 7 months

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I read some of your human au, and I was curious on how you picture human Freddy and his gang? I am genuinely interested.

As much as I desperately wish I could whip out my own detailed designs, I'm gonna be totally honest: either the design I have in my head is based off fanart I saw at some point or I have no mental image of what someone looks like. But I will do my best for you, anons!

For example, the specific design I have in mind for DJMM was from a tiktok and he had dark skin, very long dreads (some of which were colored pink, blue, and green, I think), and was super buff and at least gave me the impression that he was very tall too. So that's what I've been imagining for him.

But on the other hand, for Freddy or Bonnie? Head empty. Freddy's probably got slightly curly brown hair and tan-brown skin. Bonnie has scars that were inspired by the ruined fnaf 2 design, so on his upper left arm and a bit on his face.

They're all at some level of muscle-y, since they're used to moving heavy things and being on the go all day, and half of them use exercise for anger management or stress relief reasons. Roxy's definitely got thick, long gray hair (dyed) and she wears sleeveless shirts a lot because she's got Arms, y'know? Chica's the shortest of the adults and is more lean than buff, but she's strong too. Naturally blonde, I think, but it's so light it's nearly white. I completely managed to forget about Foxy in the most recent chapter oh my gosh Foxy's a redhead and has a real scar over one eye, he's not so muscle-y because he's a performer. He gets tan during the summer because he's outside every day and then in winter, they move him inside and he gets all pale again, lol.

There are tiktoks that 100% inspired Gregory, Evan, and Michael, but I wouldn't even know where to start with looking for them. I thought I had some screenshots for refs, but I can't figure out where I left them, lol. Michael and Evan probably have a vaguely neglected look about them, maybe being a bit too thin and their clothes not fitting quite right. Gregory and Vanessa are pretty standard, just the latter obviously doesn't look like an adult yet.

The twins are beanpoles and of average height. I described them a tiny bit in chapter one, so Sun's blond and Moon's got black hair. Sun's got freckles and a healthy tan, Moon probably looks like he's never spent even a minute in the sun.

William Afton is very sharp-edged. Thin, tall, and boney, has an angular face, looks almost gaunt. There is madness in his eyes, but he's gotten very good at hiding it. His smile is genuinely unnerving, so he doesn't do it outside of when he's killing people.

M&M is a chihuahua.

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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Weedboiii Void | 1. Consume

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

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So fucking damaged.

Those words would ring in Royal's ears for years to come.

She'll never forget the way he sounded when he said them. Twice in one night. Each time as jarring as the last.

Each time as true.

And she certainly won't forget the day she met him.

It's one of the only group sessions at Eichen House she's participated in. Mandatory. Unbearable.

She's the first to arrive, making her way for the circle of chairs, and picking a spot closest to the windows.

A pleasant view is about the only thing she imagines can get her through an afternoon like this.

Once seated, her legs tuck beneath her as she attempts to cuddle into the seat, doing anything she can to get comfortable for the rather uncomfortable task ahead.

He's the last to arrive.

Oversized pink shirt over baggy, gray sweats. Blonde hair, clearly dyed, and growing out to reveal dark roots. A few tattoos scattered around his arms and neck. Bloodshot eyes and oddly protruding veins, straining against his skin as if trying to escape.

Her eyes narrow as she drinks him in, watching as he grabs the last available chair and spins it around, swinging his legs over the back as he sits in a straddle.

He runs a hand through his hair, tussling it around before letting his arms drop over the edge of the seat. He's relaxed, unlike most of the other participants, something she almost admires.

"All right, everyone," Ms. Morrell, their therapist for the afternoon, calls to the less-than-eager group. "I'd like to pick up where we left off last week. Colin, I believe we were just getting to you."

Her notebook flips open as she clicks a pen, but the blonde-haired boy merely smirks at her as he leans into the chair. "Were we?"

"We were," she replies calmly, ignoring his leering gaze. "I want to talk about why you're here."

Colin's head slowly cocks to the side, amused as he ponders his response. "I'm here because everyone is fucking scared of a little weed."

A few chuckles trickle throughout the group, but Ms. Morrell isn't fazed by his very clear attempt for power, instead keeping her gaze steady as she meets his eye. "You're here because you're sick."

"Am I?"

"You are." She places her notebook on her lap and leans closer. "Do you still see him?"

For the first time in the five minutes Royal has known of him, Colin's smug facade falters. His jaw begins to clench, his breathing becomes staggered, and his fingers begin to flex. "No."

"No?"

"No," he repeats a bit firmer, a vile undertone beneath the disdain. "It was just the fucking weed—"

"Psychoactive drugs can have a disorienting effect, yes," she agrees, and his eyes narrow. "But this was more than a trip...was it not?"

He makes a noise under his breath before looking away, and Royal begins to wonder who this boy really is.

She's seen him around the institute a few times, a hoodie permanently pulled over his head as he slinks along the shadows.

They've never had a session together, never ventured to the same activities, and truth be told, she's never thought to take an interest in him.

Until now.

Royal had been moved to this particular session with Ms. Morrell because of the...well, the reason why isn't important, but she hadn't expected it to be so...enlightening.

"Colin," Ms. Morell calls, pulling both Royal and Colin's focus back to the present. "What does he tell you?"

He who? Royal asks herself, eyes falling over Colin's face as she waits curiously for his answer.

She isn't surprised to find the arrogant boy has demons. Voices in his head. A past he can't outrun.

But she does wonder what those voices are telling him...and how bad they must be to have led him here.

Colin only scoffs, readjusting in his seat before shaking his head. "I don't know. Bunch of bullshit."

"What kind of bullshit?"

"I don't know," he repeats. He's agitated. "Doesn't fucking matter—"

"It matters, Colin," Ms. Morell assures him, softening her tone, which Royal can tell he doesn't like. "Before, you told me that he had asked you to do something. Is he still asking you?"

Colin holds her stare, a clear internal battle unfolding in his brain before he begins to grit his teeth together. "Yes."

"What do you tell him?"

The entire group is silent, waiting apprehensively for his answer as he pauses. "I tell him...to fuck off."

The group breaks out in sporadic snorts and snickers, and even Colin begins to smirk, clearly impressed with himself as he leans back in his seat.

But Royal has a feeling he isn't joking at all.

Ms. Morrell only smiles at him, rather condescendingly. "Colin...do you know why we're trying to help you?"

He laughs, head rolling back as scoffs. "Cause the fucking government wants to control all the shit we do. All the shit we say, all the shit we smoke."

A couple guys in the room mumble their agreement but Ms. Morrell simply blinks.

"We're trying to help you because marijuana isn't your only problem," she tells him calmly. "The Nogitsune is."

Royal recognizes the word, a shiver running down her spine, although she's not quite sure why. She isn't familiar with the name, or the term, or whatever it might be.

But she knows she doesn't like the feeling it creates in her chest.

Colin's smug smile quickly falls as he looks at the young therapist.

She carries on. "Do you know what the Nogitsune is, Colin?"

His fingers pull into a fist.

"The Nogitsune is a dark kitsune. A voice of evil. A murky fog in your mind, inhabiting your body, engaging your soul," she informs him, and the rest of the group. "It feeds on one thing and one thing alone."

A hush falls over the room as she leans in closer.

"Chaos."

The word is hissed into the air as the group takes this in, letting their minds wander toward the possibilities and implications.

She moves back, hands folded on her notebook as she studies his reaction. "Your trauma draws him in. Makes him feel safe in your mind. Makes him think he can control you."

Colin looks away, glaring off into the distance as Royal notices his veins darkening in color, crawling up the back of his neck like a virus.

"Weed can only drown out his voice and keep him at bay for so long, Colin," Ms. Morrell murmurs, and he scoffs quietly without turning around. "That's why you're here. So we can help you find your way out of his labyrinth. So we can help you win his game."

"What fucking game?" Within an instant, he's standing to his feet. "God, you people think you've got this shit all figured out. All right? I don't have a fucking dark spirit in my head, I'm not fucking crazy, and I shouldn't be here."

"Colin—"

"No, fuck this whole group thing. I'm out," he seethes, turning on his heel as he pushes the chair out of his way and storms for the door.

The group erupts in hollers and sneers as they watch him go, either shouting profanities at him or cheering him on. But either way, he doesn't look back once.

Ms. Morrell sighs to herself before turning to someone else. "All right, Sadie, let's continue with you."

The water is her only escape.

The beads roll down her back as they wash over her muscles, her hair, her mind. Enveloping her in steam and heat as she recalls the blonde boy's abrupt disappearance.

Her hands find her hair as she squeezes the excess water free, sighing to herself as for the first time today, she finally begins to relax.

And despite the peace she feels, she can't prevent her mind from wandering back to Colin's odd behavior. She can't seem to place why he feels so...familiar to her, but there's something about him. Something memorable.

She doubts they ever would have crossed paths back in the real world. She does know that he was a content creator once upon a time, so perhaps that's why his flippant behavior is triggering a familiar memory.

However, with no further information to work off, she decides it must not be that important.

She runs the bar of soap down her arm, eyes focusing in on the suds forming in its wake while reminding herself that she can't lose herself searching for Colin. She can't make him her problem.

She's here for a reason herself, and if she has any hope of finding her way out, she'll have to keep her head down and stay out of everyone's way.

"That shit smells like ass."

This sudden disturbance drifts through steam as she jumps, the bar flying out of her hand and dropping onto the floor.

Her hand lands over her chest as she whirls around, only to see the aforementioned boy leaning against the bathroom sink as he blinks at her.

For a moment, she's too startled to truly piece together what's happening, her heart racing as she works to collect herself.

As she does, she becomes acutely aware of the fact she's standing naked and wet in front of a boy who hasn't looked away once.

And despite the subtle voice suggesting she cower away and hide...she doesn't feel the need.

She simply stares right back at him, a bit shocked at how nonchalant he seems to appear, having assumed he would have made a lewd comment by now.

But he doesn't. He let's his eyes flick down her frame for just a moment before they find her face once more.

And he says nothing.

Surprisingly, it's the craziest thing she's experienced in this asylum since she arrived.

He's got something in his hand, she notices after a moment, assuming quickly that it's s a joint given the billows of smoke wafting from his lips.

He still hasn't moved. Or spoken. He's waiting. Waiting for her to respond to his comment, and it's at that moment she realizes she wasn't actually listening.

With a subtle clear of her throat, she calls, "What?"

His lip quivers into a half-smile as he nods his chin toward the object on the ground. "Shit smells like ass," he repeats. "You gotta sneak the good stuff from the commissary."

For some reason, this suggestion amuses her, and she can't resist mirroring his grin as she returns her attention back to the water. "I would, but I'm not good at stuff like that. Don't wanna give them a reason to keep me here."

A bob of his shoulder as he returns the joint to his lips. "S'easy. I'll show you how."

She turns to hide the flush of her cheeks at his offer, dipping under the stream to rinse the suds away.

Once she's through, she ventures another glance, taking note of the way he exhales the smoke into the air.

When he notices her rather blatant stare, he extends the joint. "Want a hit?"

"Oh, no." Her head shakes quicky. "I don't...I don't smoke."

"Why not?"

"I just...don't like the feeling it gives me," she tells him, voice a bit softer than before in an effort to conceal the truth she's attempting to hide.

His brows furrow as he crosses his arms and readjusts his position. "You don't like feeling good?"

"No, I just...I don't feel good when I smoke." She imagines she doesn't sound very convincing, but she continues on, nonetheless. "Makes me feel...panicked."

He seems to consider this for a moment before he offers another shrug. "Yeah, I can see that, I guess."

"Why do you smoke?"

His hand drops to his side as he mulls this over, careful to keep the joint secure. "Don't know, guess it just...helps drown out the bullshit."

She inhales softly as she's reminded of their group session from earlier today. "Like...voices?"

For a moment, he stills, clearly taken aback by her question, and she wonders if she's crossed a line.

Until he murmurs, "Yeah. Sometimes."

A beat. Then they both look away, as if unsure how to proceed with such a statement, and Royal feels another question bubbling in her throat as she fights to restrain herself.

"Why...are you in here?" she finally asks instead, swallowing her previous inquiry as he begins to smirk.

"Steam hides the smoke." His chin thrusts toward the fog wafting in the air above them, and she supposes that makes sense. "And it's quiet in here."

Her eyes narrow playfully, and she can't resist snorting a quick, "Right. Quiet."

He seems to catch on to her teasing, eyes rolling back with mirth. "All right, yeah. The hot, naked chicks are a plus, too."

She's surprised by how natural this conversation has begun to feel. Suprised by how easy it is to talk to him. Even while naked.

A fact she's reminded of as he calls, "Oh, by the way? Great ass."

The lilt in his voice suggests humor but she doesn't doubt for a moment that he means it, and with reddened cheeks, she slides behind the shower pole.

"Okay," she snorts as she brushes her hair over her shoulder. "Go back to your voices, now."

The grin widens. "They can wait."

"Well, then, go back to your room."

"M'not done yet."

"Well...then stop staring."

"Why?"

She purses her lips together as she chews on the inside of her cheek. Why can't she stop smiling? "Because...it's weird."

"Your tits are not weird."

"You staring at my tits is weird."

"Why?"

"Because...I'm...that's not normal."

He snorts. "Nothing about this fucking place is normal. That's...the point."

"Well..." She trails off, realizing then that he might have a point. "At least do it less obviously."

His head drops back as he groans, feigning exasperation before his palm lifts and lands over his eyelids. "Fine, better?"

She can't resist the glee that crawls its way into her expression as he then parts his fingers about an inch in width so he can peak through.

"Oh, yes, that's much better," she snorts, fighting a laugh, and he seems pleased with her reaction as he lets his hand drop back down to his side.

A moment or two passes as the silence settles between them. She continues letting the water fall down her back as he takes another hit, eyes finding the floor as if lost in thought.

It's then that she's reminded of her previous inquiry, the search for answers now a bit stronger than before, compelling her to murmur, "What does he sound like?"

His eyes narrow at the question, and she quickly glances toward the stream above her in an attempt to avoid his suspicious gaze.

"The...the voice," she elaborates before she can lose her nerve. "What does he sound like?"

For a moment, he remains still and silent, and she wonders if she'll be the next to be told to fuck off.

Then, he sighs, bracing his hands back against the sink as he resituates himself. "I don't know. S'hard to explain."

Her chest deflates. "Oh."

"He...I mean, he speaks in riddles, I guess. Tells me something without...directly telling me. I don't know. Just sounds like a bunch of bullshit."

She glances back over now, noting the slight frown on his lips, and the tense of his muscles as he stands resolute. "Is he...I mean, does he hurt you—"

"There you fucking are," a new voice suddenly bellows and Royal jumps as both she and Colin look toward the door.

Lawson, another patient she's seen around the halls, comes striding into the bathroom, glancing over as his brows raise. "Oh."

For the first time all evening, she finds herself a bit embarrassed, quickly shuffling closer to the pole in an attempt to hide as many parts of her body as she can.

"You can look, but don't stare," Colin speaks first, smirking at Lawson as he approaches. "At least not obviously."

Lawson offers a smile as he takes the joint Colin is offering. "Don't worry, love. S'nothing I haven't seen before."

For a moment, Royal doesn't know whether to be offended or relieved but decides on the latter as the boys turn their focus to the weed.

"Fuck, I needed this," Lawson exhales, the smoke drifting up into the air as Royal watches it go. "S'fucking mental, man."

She takes note of the slight accent in his voice as Colin snorts his agreement. "Yeah, I know. Voluntary my ass."

"I mean, they don't even have a reason to keep us here."

"Exactly."

"We're not fucking crazy, you know?" Lawson shakes his head before returning the joint to Colin. "Like...half the shit in this town is so much fucking crazier."

"I know."

"A couple of weird ticks and suddenly we need to be restrained."

Colin shakes his head as he takes a long drag. "It's bullshit. But...all the GOAT's get to sent to rehab, so we're halfway there, baby."

"You saying we made it?" Lawson teases, and Colin's amusement furthers.

"Fuck yeah we made it."

Royal's eyes flicker between them as if watching a tennis tournament, rather amused with their conversation.

"Why are you here?" Lawson asks her now, thrusting his chin in her direction as he hops onto the windowsill. "Are you the one that eats people?"

With a fervent shake of her head, she mumbles, "Oh, no."

"Well, you don't look crazy," he argues, and Colin snorts to himself.

"The hot ones never do," he retorts. "But that's how they draw you in."

Lawson's eyes narrow teasingly. "Are you drawing us in with your hot, crazy powers?"

She offers a nonchalant shrug. "Guess you won't know till it's too late."

Lawson laughs, which makes her feel oddly proud, while Colin merely blinks and mumbles, "Yeah."

A second later, he's pushing off the sink and heading for the door. "Let's go," he calls to Lawson, who jumps back down to the floor. "Leave the hot, crazy girl to herself."

Lawson shoots her a wink before following Colin back out to the hallway, and as Royal watches them go, she can't help but wonder what Colin might have said if he had gotten a chance to answer her question.

She thinks about their interaction for the rest of the night, and into the next day, curious about what Ms. Morrell had been getting at.

The Nogitsune.

A term that echoes over and over in her mind, a warning, an omen, a sign.

"What is he asking you?"

The question Ms. Morrell had voiced to Colin. A question he never answered.

And for the rest of the day, Royal finds herself asking the same thing.

He said the voice speaks in riddles. He asks Colin to do things. But what things? What riddles?

She can't shake the odd feeling in her chest as she goes about her day. Because there's something...familiar about the voice Colin speaks of.

And there's something familiar about the marks on his neck, too.

She wants to know more. Needs to know more, and while she's not sure she'll get the answers she's searching for, she at least has to try.

So, when she sees him hours later in the rec room, she makes a decision.

She leaps from the tattered sofa cushions as she rushes toward the blonde-haired boy striding from one door to the next.

His bright blue shirt makes him almost impossible to miss, and as she gets closer, her slippers padding across the floor, she wonders if this is a mistake.

After all, one rather awkward conversation in a shower stall hardly makes them chummy, much less friends. And the answers she's searching for are oddly personal.

But she needs to feed her curiosity. Needs to understand.

He's slipping through the door now, disappearing into the hallway, and she scrambles to catch up, pulling the sleeves of her shirt further down her hands as she jogs.

They're about halfway through the corridor when he suddenly stops dead in his tracks and turns around, causing her to jolt in startle as his suspicious leer finds her.

"The fuck are you doing?" he hisses, stepping closer as she feels her breath hitch.

She can tell he's upset. Livid, even. A stark contrast from the relaxed demeanor he exhibited last night.

She begins to cower beneath his tall frame, gazing up at him helplessly as she assesses his state. "I...I—I was just—"

"You fucking stalking me, now?" he huffs, nodding his chin at her. "Smoke a little doobie and suddenly I'm the asylum nut job that needs to be watched like a fucking circus freak?"

"No, that's not—"

"Nah, fuck you," he laughs bitterly, turning away. "No, I'm not doing this with you or fucking anybody else."

"Wait, I—"

"Don't fucking talk to me."

"Colin, I wanted—"

"Save it for group."

He won't turn around. Won't acknowledge her. Won't give her a chance.

She watches him return to the door, her chest heavy as she balls her hands into fists by her side.

"I have the scars, too."

Well...that's one way to do it.

He pauses, back muscles tensing, and she waits with bated breath for him to make a move.

He doesn't, though, at least for another minute or two before glancing towards his shoulder in curiosity. "What scars?"

She sucks in a soft breath before gingerly stepping closer, moving behind him and softly brushing her fingers along the red marks creeping up his neck.

The second her fingertips graze his skin, he tenses, and she hears him capture a soft breath.

"These ones," she whispers, following the ruby stain from his shoulder to his hairline.

Her lashes flutter as she looks over the side of his face cautiously, dropping her hand, and he looks over his shoulder at her.

"It's just...a rash," he begins, but her head shakes.

"It's his mark," she corrects before reaching back to gather her hair in her hand and bunch it into her fist.

Then, she turns, letting him examine the same marks crawling up her neck.

He doesn't speak for a moment, clearly conflicted, and she purses her lips together as she turns back around.

"He doesn't...he doesn't talk to me," she admits softly, quickly glancing around to make sure they're truly alone in this dark, abandoned hallway. "But I can...I can feel his presence if I disassociate too long."

Colin merely looks at her, unsure. "You should try smoking."

She feels a smile threatening to escape as she glances down at her slippers. "Yeah, well...maybe when I get out."

"Is that why you're here?"

"No, I have...no," she tells him, shaking her head and hoping he doesn't push for the answer she almost gave him. "But I wanted to see if...I just wanted to..."

"Words, Mama."

"What does he ask you?" she blurts, peering up at him as he begins to leer. "When he...I mean, what does he want? What does he say...in his riddles?"

For the third time in their conversation, he goes silent. Blinks at her, as if his brain needs a second to process.

Then, he takes a step closer, his large frame a bit broader than it had been before. A bit more intimidating.

"You wanna know what he asks me?" he murmurs, and Royal can feel her stomach drop to her fuzzy feet.

She moves back, attempting to create space, but he follows her. Step for step all the way to the window where she's effectively trapped as her back meets the wall.

"He asks me a lot of things," Colin tells her, his voice a hushed but strained murmur. "Asks me why I'm hiding...asks me to let him in...asks me to let go."

Her eyes flicker between his the closer he gets, intrigued but terrified of the retelling and the image in her head.

"Wants me to do what he can't," he continues, an edgier tenor creeping past the relaxed tone he had before. "Wants me to take something I know I can't have."

He's giving her such a piercing look that Royal begins to wonder what he's truly telling her.

"What can't you have?" she asks when she realizes that's what he wants.

A devilish smirk slowly pulls at his lips as he dips his head down and meets her eye.

"You."

She swallows harshly, feeling her pulse quicken as he reaches an arm out to place it on the wall beside her head.

"Can hear him," Colin continues, still a hushed whisper. "He's here, right now. Telling me how good you feel...telling me how sweet you fucking taste. Wants me to consume you...the way he consumes me."

He's so close, moving in with each word, practically sinking into her as she presses her body taut against the window.

She's not quite sure what she feels. Not quite sure what she thinks. How can she think when he's this close to her?

"But he doesn't want me to have you," he tells her, clicking his tongue as his head cocks to the side. "Doesn't want me to ruin his precious, little fox. Shame, isn't it, Mama?"

She straightens up, glancing down at his lips apprehensively as she swallows a breathy sigh.

"Think I could," he admits, another smug smile being thrown her way. "Think I could fucking ruin you for him. S'why he doesn't want me to have you. Why he wants me to walk away."

"Isn't this the part where you tell him to fuck off?" she ventures, her own voice betraying her as it comes out airy and rushed.

Colin seems amused by this, which oddly enough, makes her feel proud. "Yeah," he murmurs, reaching his other hand out to tuck a strand piece of hair behind her ear. "But you're not worth the nightmares."

With that, he pushes off the wall and steps back, moving for the door before disappearing into the next room.

Leaving Royal behind.

~ Weedboiii Void | 2. The Cage

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#dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #void stiles #colin not okay #not okay #void colin #teen wolf #void #dylan o'brien short story #void stiles short story

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cartooncreep · 10 months

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I’ve repeated this so much in my real life it’s time to post it here as well. The people need to hear me!

I’ve seen some contention about the new characters in Clone High, specifically their designs. Off the bat I was confused as to why people didn’t like them…but then I saw them next to the other characters.

Choosing to make the characters have softer edges rather than their original sharp ones is whatever to me. Like did they need to do that? No. But did I only notice once it was pointed out to me? Yea. So like honestly an unneeded yet unimportant change. Apart from that however the original cast are kept the same, same clothes, same hair, same colour palette. They look the way they should look when a show is revamped. However, before I was, or anyone probably, even told that there were new characters, I had seen the intro and had seen the character line up and could pick out the new ones with my eyes closed. The designs aren’t bad per say, they are, however, garish.

Something that made clone high have the longevity it has with teens is that the characters are dressed, basic maybe, but still, like real teens. Sure, not all teens are dressed like that, but in order for a show to not look outdated with time more basic clothing styles are adapted. The new characters however throw a wrench in this though (except Topher Bus my beloved).

Harriet Tubman, Confucius and Frida Khalo are introduced and immediately upon seeing them, i at the very least, internally cringed. They way they are dressed is so “young kids these days.” It shows no knowledge of actual trendy fashion and styles. It was as if the executives just threw every neon colour they good think of at them and just hoped they’d all simultaneously stick. I can forgive lots of bright colours and patterns being used for Frida Khalo, as anyone who has seen her art would, but even then - the colours being used aren’t the same tone or shade as the i rial colour palette (which may I remind you hasnt been altered, the new characters have just been introduced despite it).

I understand the humour in someone like Confucius, a famous Chinese philosopher, being a “trendy teen” with dyed hair and multiple clashing layers. This could have been exsersized just as effectively however with the same colour tones as the rest of the cast.

It’s Harriet Tubman I, personally, have the most issues with. Her outfit is the perfect mix of basic enough to last the test of time and also be realistic on a teen today, BUT THE DAMN FUCKING COLOURING IS SO BRIGHT. Did they not have a colour palette they were meant to be following?? Her hair as well would have been better suited to staying her natural dark brown but even a more muted pink would have sufficed.

These characters, no matter how fun or well written they might be are going to be looked back on as cringe material for how old ass mfs thought kids look like.

However, despite this I’ve really loved meeting these characters. They seem fun and interesting, and I know im going to continue to love them and this season. I just wish the show runners took more time to think about the colouring and designs of these new characters before slapping them on top of the pre-existing style and colouring of the show. They look like self-inserts they’re so bright and disconnected visually.

Nah but fr I’m happy for this show. I only wrote this much and am this pressed cause it’s such a simple and obvious thing that could have been fixed.

#clone high #clone high s2 #clone high season 2

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declanfs · 11 months

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May 21, 2023

So you’ve gotten a lot more independent and we’re doing so many fun things now that the weather is nice, so I’ve been neglecting updates. Since my last post in March:

- you like to play and lay and dig in sawdust that dada dumps over the fence

- we started giving you melatonin at bedtime and it has been a game changer. Instead of taking 90 min to fall asleep, it takes 20-30, which is a totally normal amount of time. I think that your body just has a hard time winding down and then you get overtired and its just a disaster. But melatonin is the little nudge you need to relax.

- you dug in the ashes of the fire pit and burned 6/8 of your finger tips

-you completed your second wave of survival swim and can now begrudgingly survive and swim to the edge of the pool if you somehow fall in unsupervised - highly unlikely, but better to be prepared.

- we’ve learned you like to wear noise canceling headphones for chronic loud noises (lawn mowers, power washer, etc), so that’s really cool to be aware of when you are so little. (I ordered them for a monster truck show that we ended up not going to)

- you got your second haircut

- Easter! You did so great at the egg hunt and loved your stuffed honey bee the Easter bunny left. Along with egg shaped chalk and garden tools and way too many other things because the Easter bunny spoils you even more than we do. We dyed eggs. You were a cute outfit with a bow tie.

- you’ve learned how to identify specific bugs and birds. Roly poly, ladybug, worms, snakes, beetles, slugs, snails, robin, cardinal, owl, woodpecker, goldfinch. I’m amazed by you and your vocabulary.

- riding with you in the car is actually a delight most of the time. You look out the window and make all kinds of observations. Pink house! Water tower! Excavator! BIG truck! Cement Mixer! Horses! Cows! Trees! Jeep! Van!

- You still really love to see the mail truck or delivery drivers, they are local celeb status in your world.

- we went to a tulip picking farm! You weren’t super impressed by the tulips after the first 10 minutes, but you really liked the bouncy houses and the little houses and playgrounds. We’ll definitely go back and plan better in regard to your nap.

- you ran a race at the Stafford hospital with Ryan on a weekend you spent with Granny! You ran for a part of the way at least, but you were only 1 and new to races so you did really well all things considered.

- We got a new car - a Hyundai palisade. We all love it very much.

- You love to eat coconut milk ice cream sandwiches and have started asking for them for breakfast.

- You love to go on the trails and to the parks. Our neighborhood park and the court land park. It’s tough for you to understand that we cannot go to Courtland elementary during the weekday.

- Your vocabulary has really exploded in every way, and I feel so grateful. You are so chatty and communicative about what you want and what you need. We can say “show me” and you’ll take us to what you need if you don’t know the words for it yet. You’ve said things like “a cardinal on bird feeder”

- we’ve had play dates with so many friends: Lily and Chase; Archer; Jace and Cami; Rey and Remi; Stella and Laney;

- You learned how to rock your body back and forth to get a car you’re riding in to roll down a hill

- we got you some of those bank box blocks and you love to make a big house and watch Tumble Leaf inside

- We had a whole tumble leaf themed birthday party that only one other family truly appreciated because Tumble leaf is wildly under appreciated

- we got a new trampoline with netting so that you and your friends will be safe

- we learned you share a birthday with Sir David Attenborough, which is honestly so perfect for your current demeanor and interests

- you and dada had a 3-day party together while mama went to Philadelphia to see Taylor Swift on her Eras Tour

- you’ve been to 2 more birthday parties (Remi/Rey and Jack)

- you pushed a shopping cart around Publix and it was the cutest thing ever

- You’ve helped me workout in the gym twice and it actually wasn’t as difficult for me as I expected

- you went camping and slept in a tent for the first time!

I will probably do posts about more of these things in detail, but wanted to document just in case time gets away from me again and I just do a big photo dump.

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swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat · 2 years

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Hey so uuuuhhhh, so I know I haven't written in a while, but I found this little something in my phone that I wrote a couple of years ago and thought "hey, why not share it? It's not so bad... right? Like, it could be an interesting concept"

CW: Blood, self-harm, suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, depression.

Summary: Someone who lives in an abusive environment received some kind of immortality blessing, but she doesn't want to live anymore and what might have once seemed like a blessing is starting to feel more like a curse.

(I wrote this after having had failed suicide attempts and being sent over the edge once again by my family who triggered an anxiety attack/flashback)

PS: I'm going to therapy and am slightly better now

Enjoy! (???)

"My life's a fucking joke", she thought bitterly as she grabbed the knife that was lying on her desk. "And not even a fucking funny one at that. I might as well end it now. I hope it has entertained you enough."

She went to lie in her bed, not caring about the mess it would make.

"Those fuckers can clean it themselves later. They made this mess anyways, might as well make them pay for it.", she reasoned. She knew they wouldn't care wether she killed herself, but they might care about the mess it would make at the very least.

She dragged the blade of the knife across her forearm slowly. It wasn't the first time she had tried to end her life. But as you could imagine, it had never worked. That didn't stop her however, from trying it again once in a while.

They had said there were divine powers looking out for her, more than with anyone else. That they were probably the ones keeping her from dying. It would explain the inexplicable ways she had avoided dead so many times. Apparently she was 'protected'.

"It's not a damn blessing, it's a fucking curse. I'm done letting them play their games with me. Can't they see how much I'm hurting???" She whispered, to no one in particular.

"It's like I have no control over anything in my life, not even when it comes to ending it", she sighed. At this point, blood had already begun to trickle down her arm.

They said everything that had happened to her had been for a reason, that the universe had a plan for her, and that everything that happened was for a greater purpose.

Some people might feel reassured by this. Not her, she felt controlled, trapped... suffocated. So far her life had only gone from bad to worse. Sure, she had a roof over her head, and her body was relatively healthy, but every day felt like a torture, so much so that if someone had told her she was already being tortured in hell right now, and this was all but an illusion created to punish her for something, she wouldn't have questioned it. She would simply have nodded and said "yeah, I saw that coming".

"Those tarot readings said all of this is 'for the best'" she exclaimed as she dragged the knife vertically over her other arm. "For the best of who I ask? It most certainly hasn't been for mine. All these mofos have ever done is screw my life over and over again until leaving me with nothing left".

She dropped the knife as she began to feel dizzy.

"This might be it. Maybe, just maybe, it will work this time and they'll finally let me out" she said softly as she closed her eyes loosing consciousness.

Some time seemed to pass. When she opened her eyes, she didn't remember what had happened, she only saw some light coming into her bedroom from the windows. She made a move to get up, but was struck with an intense headache. After a while, her eyes landed on the knife in her bed. And the memories of the previous night flooded back in. She raised her arm to examine it and saw it was nearly healed, with only the faintest pink line where she had used the knife to carve her arm as an indicator that she hadn't dreamed it. Well, that and the blood.

For, as her luck would have it, while her arms had healed, they had still managed to soak her bed with blood. She groaned when she realized this. Thinking of the mess she would have to clean before they realized what she'd done.

"Of course, they didn't let me finish it this time either. Why would they? It's not like this time was any different than the others".

She wanted to get up and destroy everything around her. It pissed her off that even now, they maintained full control of her life. She wanted to let go of every bit of self control left inside her and let all her anger out. She wanted to be angry and punch a wall. But alas, she did not. She didn't have the strength for any of that, not even to get angry. She was just tired and done with everything. She thought of this as she laid there.

"This is going to be a long day" she thought to herself, as she remained in her bed, not wanting to get up and face another day.

She just wanted to let the ground swallow her up and to not have to think about anything. She didn't know how long it would take her to conjure up the strength to get back up. And, just like all the other times, she cried.

#my writing #writing #PizzaWombat's writing

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icewindandboringhorror · 3 years

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A new little arrangement of pressed flowers glued to a sheet of paper lol.. I don’t know what else to do with them/can’t make cohesive patterns really, but the colors look neat together ! :0

#also yes I dust a little sparkly eyeshadow on them hgjh #just to bring out details and make the colors better in the light #they ALWAYS look completely crazy in photos because cameras and especially with indoor lighting just.. cannot get the colors #right - BUT in person at least it's a neat effect #And to me it's less about making some coherent pattern that looks nice and more just about like.. finding some way to display individual #flowers. more about the Parts within the Whole than the whole itself.#I'll think the individual patterns and shape and textures of every flower are neat so it's more about just.. Well Now I Have to #Throw These On A Page Somehow So I can Look At Them #if they match in any way then that's just a bonus lol #it's kind of just a way to store them/make a sort of gallery I can reference #ANYWAY #flouwere timbe #that tiny little daily looking thing or whatever it is in the very center is actually really cool because it has pink at the tips naturally #*daisy not ''daily'#I found it in a grouping of other ones that look just like it except the petals are only white #it was very interesting that it looked like the edges had been dyed pink or something but it just grew that way

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prettyboypucey · 3 years

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Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it)

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?)

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something.

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong.

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid

I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

“Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

“You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

“I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

“I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

“Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

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Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

“So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

“I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

“Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

“Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

“Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

“So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

“Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

“Um-”

I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

“Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

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The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

“Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

“We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak.

Weird weird weird.

The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

“Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

“What did you do?”

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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Hi! Can I do a gif request for Lexi and Fezco? I’d really love to see them have a talk about Lexi’s sexual insecurities, like how many women he’s been with before. If this isn’t your thing that’s no problem but I thought I’d ask 🤍

Summary:

“You trippin’, Lex,” Fez says, his voice quiet. “It’s gonna be a whole nother thing with you. No comparison, I swear, I ain’t gonna be thinking of no one else but you.”

A/N:

Hi! Thank you so much for your prompt. I don't think I could write smut to save my life but I don't mind talking about themes like this. I hope that this is what you had in mind!

Read under the cut, or on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36758059

It probably reflects poorly on Lexi, that she can be made to feel out of place in her own bedroom. Instances like these embarrass her, because she knows she should be past the stage of cowering in her pillows and trying to take up as little space as possible.

But Cassie has Maddy over, and conversation has spiralled into the lewd tones it so often seems to with their group. The girls are squawking about sex, with a level of cavalierness Lexi might use when discussing the weather. Sex, on the other hand, is a subject that sets her teeth on edge.

The tension builds, and then breaks.

Lexi hears one detail too many about Nate Jacobs’s physique, and she slams her laptop shut. She uses enough force to make a loud noise, and the girls on the other side of the room pause, turning as one to regard the intrusion with looks of curiosity.

“Have you guys ever had a conversation that passes the Bechdel test?” Lexi demands.

It’s an outburst she hopes will humble them, but she knows this hope is in vain. Cassie looks amused by her little sister’s indignation, and Maddy is utterly unbothered.

“Oh, don’t play so innocent, little Howard,” Maddy says, rolling her eyes. “It would’ve been cute a year ago, but you can’t be acting up now you’re getting it on the regular.”

“Just because you don’t talk about it doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Cassie adds.

“It just means you’re classy,” Maddy says, and any other time, Lexi would be very pleased to receive such a compliment from such a girl, accompanied by such a smile.

But she can’t accept a compliment that is so misinformed.

Warmth floods her cheeks. She can imagine the flush of pink and tries to tilt her face away so that neither girl will call her out on it, but she isn’t quick enough.

“Seriously, Lex?” Maddy groans. “You’re blushing? How fucking old are you?”

“Way too old for this,” Lexi agrees, rising from her bed, laptop in her arms. “I’m just going to go study in the kitchen - ”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Maddy says, darting from the bed to block the doorway. She grabs hold of Lexi’s computer, placing it on the nearest surface, then steers Lexi by the shoulders, shoving her onto the bed to sit alongside Cassie. “We gotta sort this out.”

“Sort what out?” Lexi asks, startled.

“Why you can’t even deal with a little sex talk around girlfriends!”

“I’m sorry, but why the fuck are you suddenly so interested in my life?”

The boldness startles them both, but Lexi holds her resolve, and Maddy seems impressed. She rewards her with candour, which had been the goal in mind.

“Okay, fine, you got me,” Maddy sighs. “I don’t care if you’re a prude forever, that’s your deal, not mine. But I’m kind of dying to know about Fezco.”

There’s a chance that Maddy is right, and Lexi is a prude. The outrage that unfurls following this proclamation about her boyfriend is likely disproportionate. Mouth ajar in anger, she whirls on Cassie, expecting her sister to stick up for her, but all the blonde offers is a look of unguarded curiosity, tinged with concern.

“It’s none of your business,” Lexi splutters, looking between them.

“You don’t have to give details! Just tell us if it’s good,” Maddy says.

“Does he, like, take care of you?” Cassie asks. “Is he sweet about it?”

“Does he get you off? I don’t know what it is, I get the vibe he’d be, like, good.”

“Maddy!” Lexi scolds, burying her face in her hands. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Lexi, this is so boring,” Maddy huffs. “Weren’t you just coming at us for not being feminist enough? Look in the mirror, bitch, you’ve gotta work on your sex positivity - ”

It’s amidst this ramble that the truth comes bursting out. It builds at the seams of her and presses until the stitches of secrecy yield. This private worry that Lexi has been keeping distant and shelved finally unravels, and her words begin to tumble.

“We haven’t had sex!” Lexi blurts.

The room is quiet for a long, drawn out moment.

Then, Cassie pipes up, “Wait, what? But you guys have been together for ages!”

“No, we haven’t, we’ve only been together for a month.”

“You’ve been together for an entire month and you haven’t fucked yet?” Maddy demands, jabbing an acrylic nail Lexi’s way. “What do you guys even do?!”

Whatever urge she has to answer is lost in the whirlwind of her worry. She looks at the clear amazement of her friends and knows that they won’t be assuaged by her accounts of what their relationship consists of - long talks and soft kisses and making efforts to tuck as close together as possible whenever they’re in proximity.

It seems painfully innocent, when Lexi thinks it back over.

“Lexi,” Cassie says, quietly. “I know you really like him. If I were you, I’d do something sooner rather than later. You don’t want him to lose interest, you know?”

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Maddy says, but she’s wrapped her arms around Lexi’s shoulders, and she’s nuzzling the top of her head. “It’s just sex.”

“It only really hurts the first couple of times,” Cassie says. “It’s better, after that.”

The thing is that Lexi knows not to listen to Cassie and Maddy - they’re the last people on earth who should be doling out advice on men. Their track records speak for themselves. But she also knows that, however distorted, they have a lot more insight than she does on the subject. They know what it’s like to have boyfriends, to keep them, to please them, and Lexi has only got four weeks of experience.

Experience that now seems very tentative. Fez has been going easy on her.

She bites her lip. In a way, it seems absurd to be turning to Cassie, but in another, it feels very natural, because she knows that her sister will try to take care of her.

“What do you think I should do?” Lexi asks, and already, she doesn’t like the answer.

For Lexi, sex has always been a sticky wicket.

It was not a secret kept from her. It couldn’t be, not when her parents were always screaming at each other, adamant with accusations of infidelity. Lexi remembers overhearing the conversations when she was tiny, and asking Cassie about what fucking meant, and her sister explaining in a whisper behind their bedroom door.

Lexi imagines that there are better introductions to the subject. Especially now that her father is gone, his only traces lingering in that sad, earnest look that Cassie always seems to be sporting. He is long gone, but the phantom of him looms over her sister, yanks her about as though by the strings of a puppet.

Cassie does not overshare with Lexi. But still, Lexi knows. She sees, and she hears, and she cares. The way that her sister has been treated by boys inspires an ugly sort of anger inside her. A vitriol, because the idea of her sister being reduced to a body, to be used for pleasure and then discarded upon boredom’s arrival, is disgusting.

So she knows what it is to be disgusted by sex. She knows what it is to be terrified of it.

When she thinks about opening up her body like that, letting someone inside, the closeness associated with such an act… Lexi shudders. The vulnerability unnerves her.

It seems silly to worry, now that she has Fez, and she knows how it will go. Lexi knows that he will be gentle and patient with her, that he’ll do everything he can to make it good for her. She knows that he would never laugh at her over something so sensitive.

She knows this, and yet she can’t seem to make it sink in. This seems to happen to her often, a loose thread between logic and resonance. She knows that there is no need to worry, but she is still worrying.

Worry is always conspicuous, on Lexi. As she waits for Fez to pick her up, she tries to school her features into a look of neutrality, because the happy anticipation she usually dwells in before she sees him feels out of her depth. She lingers by the curtains in the living room, ankle shaking with nerves, and the moment that she sees his car pull up on the curb, she is out the door.

“You ain’t even give me a chance to knock,” Fez scolds her. He’s made a decent distance, though, already halfway to the door. “Want me to say hi to your mom?”

Lexi shakes her head. “She’s taking a nap.”

“Shit, I could use with one of those,” he says, smiling a sleepy smile at her. “What you say, Lex, wanna come home and go to fuckin’ bed?”

On any other day, Lexi thinks she would laugh. Only Fez would invite her over to his house so that they could sleep.

Today, she stiffens. He’s suggesting that they go to bed together.

“Um, yeah, maybe…” she says, scratching at her neck.

There’s immediate concern in his eyes. Fez has read her skittishness, and he moves forwards, intending to offer her a comforting touch, but when he closes his hand over her shoulder, Lexi flinches.

“Lexi?” Fez asks. His worry has worsened, she can read the detriment on his face. He takes away his hand, and it makes Lexi realise how ridiculous she’s being, so she stands on her tiptoes and throws her arms around him, latching her arms around his neck.

“You all tense,” he murmurs, fingers running up her knotted back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally,” Lexi assures him with a wooden smile. “Let’s go.”

With that, Lexi bolts for the car, and Fez trails after her, clearly bewildered. He’s slower than she is, slipping into the car, his gaze careful as it sweeps over her. He doesn’t make any movement towards his seatbelt, he only sits and stares.

After a while, Lexi speaks up, paints on a smile, tries to frame it like a joke. “So, are we just going to sit outside my house indefinitely, or are we going to go?”

“Not ‘til you cut the shit. The fuck’s going on?”

It amazes her, that he can make such coarse words come out so softly, that she can hear how concerned he is. But the tenderness is of a severe variety, and she can recognise that there will be no weaselling out of his questions.

“I was going to talk to you about it later,” Lexi sighs.

“What the fuck difference does it make, when we talk about it?” Fez asks.

“It’s just… It’s kind of a delicate subject. It’s not a conversation I want to have in front of my house,” she says quietly. She can’t believe how embarrassed she is.

“Is it a conversation you wanna have anywhere?” he asks, doubtfully.

Truthfully, it is. At the very least, it will be. It’s not that Lexi hasn’t thought about Fez in that way, that she doesn’t want it. She thinks she wants it a little bit too much. But the idea of it is so very different from the reality of it, and she’s unsure if she’s ready to close the gap, if she’s ready for him to see her in such a vulnerable state.

“Well, eventually…” Lexi answers.

“’Kay then, why don’t you wait to tell me when it don’t get you so anxious?” Fez suggests, and he’s nodding as he speaks, looking relieved, like he’s found a solution.

“But Cassie thinks I need to do something about it as soon as possible!” she exclaims, the confession out before she knows it.

“What has Cassie got to do with anything?” Fez demands, but the way that his eyes have darkened, the blaze of cerulean anger, makes Lexi know that he’s figuring it out.

She winds her arms around her ribs, squeezing herself. She means to look at him, but when she begins to turn, her eyes stay glued to the ground, on her chunky loafers.

Fez sighs, and the sound echoes through the car, between them, rampant with sympathy, with concern. “Look, Lex, I know that’s your family, but it ain’t none of her fuckin’ business, what we do or don’t do. Whatever she told you is bullshit.”

“She said if I didn’t… if we didn’t…”

“Lexi, if you ain’t ready, you ain’t ready,” he speaks firmly, but gently.

This response concerns her, because she doesn’t think she’s going to be able to fake being ready, like Cassie suggested. He knows her too well.

“She said you might lose interest,” Lexi admits, in a stilted voice.

A rush of breath escapes Fez, and she can hear the grumble behind it, she can see his anger in the flex of his hand. “See? Bullshit,” he proclaims. “Complete bullshit. You know I like Cassie, but what the fuck?”

“I don’t think she was trying to be mean. She was worried about this ending, because it’s already been a month and I haven’t… you know… put out.”

“Yeah, that ain’t makin’ me feel better about you talking to her about this,” Fez scoffs. “It’s bullshit, Lex, you put that shit so far outta your head, then you go find some other girl to talk to, someone who don’t got so many fuckin’ issues.”

Lexi can see the point in that. Still, she murmurs, “I know Cassie’s got a lot of issues, but she does know a lot more than me, when it comes to all that.”

“You really buying into that?” Fez sounds dubious. “I don’t think she knows shit.”

Somehow, that only flusters Lexi all the more. If Cassie doesn’t understand how to navigate that part of life - and of course she doesn’t, she’s been completely destroyed by her relationships to men and sex - then Lexi certainly doesn’t feel like she has a hope of it. Not when she’s lacking in so many ways that her sister is equipped.

It all feels very overwhelming.

“I’m really nervous to have sex,” Lexi says, in a breathless rush.

She’s amazed at herself, for being so forthright, and she knows that she’s probably blushing again, but she forces herself to hold her ground. When she glances over at Fez, she is relieved to see that he still isn’t laughing at her.

There’s only reverence in his expression.

“I know you are,” he says, his voice soft. “That's why we’re waitin’, right? I promise I’m not going nowhere. I’m chill, I can wait however long you need.”

“You’re not going to - ?”

“Hell the fuck no. Get that bitch ass voice out your head, Lex, I mean it.”

“It’d be understandable, if you were pissed,” Lexi mumbles.

“The only thing pissin’ me off right now is that you think I’d ever pull some shit like that on you,” Fez says. He won’t look at her; he stares at something out the window.

Shame ripples through her. Lexi hasn’t considered how hurtful her worries might seem to him. She realises that she’s not putting very much faith in him.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “It’s just that I’ve been watching my sister and my friends getting fucked over by the guys they’re with since I was in middle school. So maybe it’s made me a little paranoid. But I don’t really think you’d do anything like that.”

“I get it. That’s why you gotta find someone else to talk to,” Fez says.

It remains a good idea. Except, she has to admit, “I don’t have anyone else.”

Fez takes her by surprise when he leans over the centre console and clasps both of her hands, pulling them up close, bundling them tenderly between his fingers.

“Then talk to me,” he says. He makes it sound so simple.

Lexi is floored. It is all she can do but watch, as he sweeps his thumbs over her hands, inspecting her knuckles, her fingers, soothing her in the quiet ways he has devised to be most effective. The terror does wear away; she feels herself sagging, her hands perched limply in his, and his touch is so gentle that speaking comes easily.

“I don’t think I’ll be very good at it,” she says, her voice hushed. “I don’t think I’ll measure up to what you’ve had in the past, and that freaks me out.”

“You trippin’, Lex,” Fez says, his voice just as quiet. “It’s gonna be a whole nother thing with you. No comparison, I swear, I ain’t gonna be thinking of no one else but you.”

“But what if it isn’t as good as before, from an objective standpoint?” she whispers.

“I’m telling you, baby, it don’t fuckin’ matter. Look, a hookup and nothing else, it’s basically a transaction. With you, it’ll be a whole lot more. It ain’t even happened yet and I already know you the best I ever had,” Fez says. He’s still holding her hands; one of them has drifted to shroud her thin wrist, digging into the bone.

“How many… how many girls is that out of?” Lexi whispers.

If Fez is annoyed by this question, he doesn’t let it show.

“Not that many.”

“No?”

“When you think I had the fuckin’ time? I been running a business since I was twelve years old, I ain’t had time for shit.”

Lexi manages a laugh, realising he’s trying to elicit one. But she can’t let go of the question, persisting to ask, “So, like, how many?”

“Less than ten.”

“Less than - what the fuck?” Lexi’s voice comes out harried. “That’s not a number!”

“Yeah, I dunno for sure,” Fez says, shrugging. “I’m pretty sure it’s seven.”

“How can you not know for sure?”

“I don’t keep count. It’s not like that shit ever mattered before now.”

Another laugh slips from Lexi, this one much more startled. She doubts she’ll ever understand how casual all of the people in her life can be about this.

“That’s just amazing to me,” she says, clenching his hands tighter. “Like I freak out every time I imagine getting naked in front of the person I trust the most in the world, and you don’t even know for sure how many times you’ve had sex.”

“At least you know none of them girls from before were all that memorable,” Fez says. “I mean, they were fine, no disrespect, but I don’t think about them no more.”

“Fine as in okay or fine as in hot?” Lexi asks quietly.

“Lexi,” Fez sighs, tipping his head back. “Why you only listenin’ to half of everything I say? I’m telling you I don’t think about them. I only ever think about you.”

The first show of proper frustration from him makes Lexi reconsider. She takes a deep breath, trying to clear out her questions, to discard them once and for all.

“You’re right,” she says, nodding, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I’m being silly.”

“I meant fine like okay, like it was okay with them, it was good,” Fez continues. “None of them were as hot as you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Fez!” Lexi says, startled.

“I mean it,” Fez says sternly. He frames her face in her hands, nudges the apples of her rosy cheeks with his thumbs. “I don’t say shit for the sake of it. You’re perfect, Lex.”

It’s difficult to believe what he’s saying. It goes against everything that Lexi has ever believed of herself, in the perpetual shadow of her beautiful sister. She has contented herself with finding her value in other avenues - she is sensible, she is smart, she is going to make something of herself. But she rarely thinks of herself as beautiful.

Let alone the most beautiful. But the sincerity in his eyes is vivid. For Fez, this is simply the truth - for Fez, Lexi is the most beautiful girl in the world.

“Thank you,” she says, softly. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

“You’re lucky? I’m fuckin’ lucky. I dunno how the hell I ended up here,” Fez shakes his head in amazement, leans over to bestow her forehead with a kiss.

Lexi melts under his touch. It’s as though she can feel a sense of calm dribbling from the place where his mouth is pressed, as though his softness is seeping through her skin.

Later that night, Lexi is the first to wake from their shared nap. Remaining burrowed in Fez’s hold, she fishes her phone out of her pocket, and notices a text message from Cassie, sent hours earlier.

What the hell were you and Fezco doing outside the front for so long??!!

She smiles to herself. She doesn’t want to disturb Fez, so she lays her phone flat on the bed, and types out with one finger, Just talking some things out. He reminded me that he doesn’t mind waiting.

Then, she twists around, burying her face in his neck, and flutters back to sleep.

#fexi fic

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noteguk · 3 years

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pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie.

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love

— words; 6,4k

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse.

Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed.

By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?”

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased.

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of.

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one.

You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing.

All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days.

(You felt so old thinking that.)

Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go.

Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons.

It was a perfect plan.

Only, you forgot about it.

“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?”

Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.”

Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?”

He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?”

You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face.

Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?”

You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it.

And that was the perfect time to strike.

You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.”

Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.”

You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.”

“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?”

His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow.

“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.”

Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.”

“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.”

“I’m not,” you lied.

“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.”

Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.”

His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed.

“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.”

Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for.

“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?”

His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out.

“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.”

“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.”

You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”

He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”

Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction.

At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass.

You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”

Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.”

“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.”

To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant.

Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?”

You nodded, eager to please him.

With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest.

The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you.

Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him.

His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump.

“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.”

You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit.

Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum.

“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.”

Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head.

“Move.”

You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind.

“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?”

You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.”

“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.”

This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away.

“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.”

You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat.

Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”

Oh he was in that mood, it seemed.

Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge?

You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw.

“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth.

Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”

Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?”

“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined.

“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.”

You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.”

You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.”

He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign.

When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat.

Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either.

At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you.

“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.”

You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers.

“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit.

“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”

“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”

Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.”

“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”

The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.”

Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further.

But he would. For just a tiny bit longer.

Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.”

After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt.

You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part.

And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“

“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”

That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”

You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.

“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.”

You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.”

Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide.

There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it.

You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered.

He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.”

And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you.

From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake.

“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.”

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…”

The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.”

You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.”

Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.”

“L-Love you too,” you said back.

Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.”

With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips.

“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.”

“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”

“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?”

Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.”

And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it.

You wouldn’t mind at all.

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Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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bb / gg, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is the lead singer in a rock band and failed his Biology class last semester, so he has to take remedial classes over the summer. You're the Biology TA, double major in Psychology and Biology, watching him freak out over his make-up exam because he had overslept. Both of you are surrounded by rumors. Does the title stand for bad boy / good girl or bad bitch / good guy? Who knows.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; not the healthiest dynamic tbh; slight angst due to perceived unrequited love; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, begging, scratching / marking, choking, handjob (he is still wearing underwear), multiple orgasms, cowgirl, hair pulling, edging / orgasm denial, cock ring usage, m-masturbation, cum-eating); non-idol!BTS – rock singer, sub!Jungkook x studious, dom!reader

yes, it's SOWOOZOO JK, both the first yellow tropical look and the shredded black shirt look; for those who wanted him to be dom!JK, there is a moment when he is but not in the way you think because that's how I operate

Jeon Jungkook was a bad boy.

Wore too much black, dyed his hair too much, had tattoos, always had girls hanging around him. Sang in a rock band on the weekends, played electric guitar, played the game of how-many-numbers-can-I-get tonight? Never gave a girl his leather jacket to wear but was happy to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she got hot with arousal.

You were a good girl.

Always wore a blazer. Crisp white dress shirt and pleated skirt underneath, usually in a dark color. Sensible heels, but always heels. Did too many units a semester because you were double majoring in psychology and biology. Always arrived to class early, always turned in your assignments on time, always turned in your tests early and aced that shit. Took physics with calculus even though you didn’t have to because it was the harder one and you wanted a challenge.

Against the wall, shoving a fist into the neck, lips to lips, teeth snapping, hand travelling down, whimpering pleas and harsh growls, keep crying, I like it, ecstasy and pain, nails to skin. Tearing clothes off, biting, marking, I own you, and then, yes, you do, mouth and tongue, aching pleasure, cocked eyebrow, mocking the pathetic whines and cries, stopping right before the end, no, please, I’ve been good, and, you take what you get, hand fitting onto the neck, squeezing the sides, eyes rolling back, skin to skin, bruising slaps that would be seen tomorrow in the mirror, traced with shaking fingers and pants of an open mouth, moaning at the memory of sky-high pleasure while lightheaded and thoughtless, desperate to do it again.

There was a rumor.

Everyone liked Jeon Jungkook. He had two smiles, an endearing one and a teasing one. Both encapsulated the kind of person he was, honest and playful. He always sang with conviction, he rapped with savagery, and his lyrics were always from the heart. He always hung out with his bandmates after their performances at bars and interacted with those that came up to him. No one ever said Jungkook was mean or rude in any way.

And yet.

There was a rumor.

A rumor that Jeon Jungkook was taken.

He was the kind of guy that always made sure a drunk girl got home safe even though he didn’t know them. Paid for their taxi and everything. He focused a lot on his music and writing lyrics he thought would connect with others while taking into account his band members. He always told the truth if a girl confessed to him, saying he wasn’t looking right now, that he was very sorry if she thought otherwise, that there was someone he was already interested in.

“Oi.”

You slammed a hand onto the tabletop and Jeon Jungkook jumped, the shredded black shirt he was wearing falling down his shoulder, revealing his ink black tattoos on his tan skin. He was wearing a black tank top underneath.

“What’s with you? You missed the exam for your remedial class and you’ve spent the past ten minutes spacing out at your make-up exam,” you barked, pointing to his empty exam sheet. “You haven’t even filled out you name.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “S… Sorry.”

You frowned. Why was he apologizing to you? Honestly, why did you sign up for this summer TA position again? Oh, right, money and credits. Hmph. It was really just an excuse for the professor to slack off while you did the tedious things like grading and watching over idiots that skipped class. Sorry, overslept. Hung over, probably, since this was the Jeon Jungkook. Rockstar, hottie, famous in his own way.

Whatever.

He could be Jesus Christ and you would still be scolding him for missing his remedial Biology exam.

“Fill out your name so at least I can fail you properly.”

Not that it mattered, since you knew who he was. He didn’t know you knew who he was, and you had zero incentive to inform him that you were indeed aware of the existence of black-haired, tattooed, chiseled-jaw, sparkly-eyed Jeon Jungkook, all due to the constant snide remarks that followed you in your wake.

You wouldn’t be such a bitch if a guy like Jeon Jungkook put you in your place.

Who the fuck was Jeon Jungkook?

This guy, this weirdo about to fail his fucking Biology exam in front of your face.

Impatiently, you rolled up the sleeves of your gray blazer and grabbed a chair, dragging it up to the table. You snapped the chair down and sat in it, smoothing your skirt. You liked to be neat. Even though university didn’t have a uniform, you liked to keep some sort of uniform for yourself. There was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to select an outfit every morning. Today, white dress shirt, gray blazer, pleated black skirt that hit slightly higher than mid-thigh. Every other outfit was some variation of this and, in the winter, you wore thick stockings.

You clicked your heels together under the table sharply.

He flinched at the sound.

Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was mumbling at his paper.

“I… I think I studied the wrong chapters…”

You clicked your tongue. Jeez.

His hand was shaking so bad that his pen was practically vibrating. You leaned over the table, grabbing his fist to still it.

“Stop.”

Your bare knees hit his bare knees, mostly because he was wearing black jeans with giant holes in them. Jungkook froze, head snapping up, silver earrings jangling, black hair flying, undercut visible for a second.

“You want to pass this class or what?”

He nodded quickly in response.

“Good. I want to get out of here. Keep your mouth shut. Answer to the first question is A.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you… helping me cheat?” he whispered, terrified.

You cocked your head, letting go of his hand. “You said you studied the wrong chapters. I’m not spending forty-five minutes of my life to watch you panic and then ten minutes more failing you,” you replied lowly, dangerous edge to your voice.

“I… couldn’t… I mean…”

You shoved his knees open with yours, narrowing your eyes as he yelped, pleading look in those brown doe eyes. You pressed your knees on the inside of his thighs, keeping them open.

“Answer to the second question is C.”

When Jungkook didn’t move, you reached over and cupped his chin. Felt his racing heartbeat pounding through his veins, coursing through your fingertips. Stared deep into those eyes, lowering the octave of your voice, keeping his thighs spread for you under the table.

“Listen to me,” you murmured softly. “Okay, Jungkook?”

“O… Okay…”

And he did.

There was a rumor.

Nobody liked you. Maybe it was because of your high scores ruining the class test average. Maybe it was the dismissive way you spoke to people, almost demeaning. Most likely it was a combination of the two. Students talked behind your back all the time, spreading rumors. Friends? What friends? You had an average of twenty class credits a semester. You didn’t have time to make friends. And besides, why try to make friends when clearly nobody wanted to be your friend?

And yet.

There was a rumor.

You ignored such things. You didn’t need such distractions.

“It would be too suspicious if you got full marks. This score is high enough.”

“O… Okay…”

“Get on the table.”

Jungkook scrambled on the wooden tabletop as you pushed his exam aside. You were still sitting in your chair. Your head tilted, eyebrow lifting at his speedy response to your rather suspicious request.

“You listened.”

He blinked at you. “Uh… yeah?”

Silence.

“Why?” you finally said.

Jungkook gulped. “Be… because you asked,” he mumbled, knees on the table, hands clutching his knees.

“You can just walk out and report me.”

He shook his head quickly, black hair flying everywhere. “I don’t want to.”

Your other eyebrow raised. He chewed on his lip, a flash of pink tongue in his movement.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”

Well.

You decided to test his conviction.

“Edge of the table. Spread your legs for me.”

Instantly, obediently, Jeon Jungkook surprised you by doing it, putting each leg on either side of you, chunky black sneakers hanging down. Shredded black shirt open, hands behind his ass, towering over you, and yet his eyes were watching you, waiting for more, begging for instruction.

“Hm.”

You raised your chin, seeing his impressively muscular thighs and body displayed for you to take. He was so close you could smell his clean, dreamy scent, like a meadow in summer dusk, surrounded by peeking stars and blinking fireflies. Interesting.

But you didn’t need the distraction.

“That’s it. You can go now,” you said dismissively, about to push your chair back.

His legs closed in, pressing firmly into your upper arms. Your eyes flickered up to him.

Jungkook shook his head very slowly.

“Do what you want.”

You saw his chest rise and fall, his silvery voice deepening, pupils expanding.

“I know you want to do something to me.”

His erection was bulging against the zipper of his black jeans. Your eyes went back to his face. He shivered at your sharp stare. All of this was happening in an otherwise empty lecture hall, with you and Jungkook at the very bottom.

Just you and him.

You placed your hands on his thighs. He jumped a little, but scooted closer to you. You slid your hands up. You undid the button of his jeans, scrutinizing those brown eyes. He raised his hips to help you as you pulled the zipper down.

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, no inflection in your voice.

He didn’t look away. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm.” You smirked. “Bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, but didn’t break eye contact as you pulled his pants to his knees and reached for his black boxer briefs. “No. I’m a good guy. I want to give you what you want.” You hooked your fingers over the waistband and nicked his skin with your nails, making him gasp, the pleasure evident in his tone. He did not try to hide it from you. “I want to be good for you.”

“Why is that?”

He hung his head a little.

“Something about… how you make me feel…” he muttered. His gaze finally faltered. You reached up and righted his chin, forcing him to look at you. Saw that Jungkook had a mole under his mouth, perfectly in the center. He had a nice shape to his pink lips. You tapped his cheek, nudging him to elaborate. “You… You’re so pretty… and smart… Everyone looks up to you because you have such good grades…”

You doubted that.

Jungkook probably had no idea that most of the school hated your guts.

You didn’t have classes with Jungkook, but you were sure he knew your name because your name was posted on the Dean’s List of the highest-ranking students of the university every semester. Also, you weren’t hard to miss. Every student moved out of your way when you walked through the halls, whispering behind their hands.

Jungkook brought you back to the present.

“I feel,” he whispered, voice trembling, gaze locking with yours. “I feel like I want to be on my knees for you.”

His skin was warm under your nails.

“Like this is where I belong, in your hands.”

You stood up.

Jungkook started, turning into a tight squeak as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Lift up your shirt with both hands.”

He did was he was told, revealing his toned abs and the lower half of his pecs, biting his lip, clutching onto his tank top, ears turning red as he craned his head to look down at you. You didn’t give him any satisfying response. His tan skin seemed to glow under the overhead lights. You studied his face.

Reached up and began to rub his erection through his underwear.

“A… ah…”

“Gonna make you cum like this.”

He shook his head quickly. “P… Please, no…”

You felt him swell and twitch under your hand. He was pretty big. Thick. Pretty boy with a pretty dick, probably. You rubbed the head with your palm, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric. He wasn’t kidding when he said you made him feel some kind of way.

“Why not? Make you cum in your underwear and then you have to go all the way home covered in it. All dirty, just for me.”

His handsome face twisted with sinful pleasure at your suggestion, whimpers in his throat. His cock jerked with need, wanting it.

“O… Okay. Whatever you want.”

So obedient.

“So obedient, Jungkook,” you purred, rubbing faster.

He nodded. “For you. Only for you. Just for you.”

Was it just saying those things because he thought that was what you wanted to hear? Or was that how he actually felt? Surely not the latter, considering he didn’t really know you. You leaned over him, placing your free elbow on the table to stabilize yourself. You hadn’t even kissed him.

“You’re so hard for me,” your drawled, lowering your head, letting your warm breath float down onto his skin. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Y… yes, please…”

“You want to be my toy?”

You pressed your lips to his bellybutton, feeling the smoothness of his skin, tasting it. He moaned at your kiss, your swift tongue flickering out to that delicious skin, whining when your teeth nipped at the softness. Fuck, he tasted so good that you wanted to mark him. Looked so fucking good that you wanted to mess him up, mar him with temporary imperfections on the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook.

“Yes…”

With breathless, lustful conviction.

You licked up his abs, increasing the intensity and speed of rubbing the engorged head of his cock, the pre-cum already soaked through and creating a slippery surface, turning Jungkook’s pitched whines to deep moans, a melody that filled up the entire lecture hall until was the only thing you could hear, Jungkook’s moans as you bit his skin, his moans as you sucked on his skin, moans as you kissed the hard muscle, cries for more at you left marks, pleading for you, sweet and beautiful, clutching his shirt so tight that his knuckles were white, the black tattoos of his right hand standing out, his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips rising to hump your palm, your name on his lips, over and over and over.

“Gonna… gonna cum…” he panted, sniffing slightly, cheeks flushing pink. “Gonna cum like how you want me to, all over my underwear…”

Your fingertips touched his side, seeing him stiffen and then shudder at your gentle caress.

“Do it,” you murmured. “Show me how good you are at listening, Jungkook.”

He bit his lower lip, jaw clenching, squeezing his eyes shut, tipping his head back into the tabletop, whining your name in his chest, your palm working him, slick and hot and hard, pulsating under your roughness. With a sharp moan, his lower lip popped out of his teeth, dark red and swollen, small mole quivering.

“F-Fuck…!”

You felt it and heard it, the unmistakable jolt and squelch as his orgasm splattered inside his boxer briefs, drenching the fabric, drenching your hand, his embarrassed whines as he realized what he had done but still humping your hand, forcing out every last twitch of dribbling cum, causing you to smear it everywhere, coating the sensitive head and adding to the pleasure, his cheeks flushed red, eyes squeezed shut to savor the pleasure and avoid looking at you.

“Shh…”

You crawled onto the table, still holding his cock through his soiled underwear, squeezing it, free hand slipping under his head and lifting him, his eyes weakly opening, scared and anxious, but all you did was lean down and kiss him, pressing your lips to that pure softness, exhaling his name into his mouth, his scent staining your hand, his cologne filling your nose, your whisper in his throat.

“Time for you to go home.”

Jungkook thought you would tell everyone.

You did no such thing.

Instead, you ignored him.

He would see you three times a week and, three times a week, you arrived with the professor and left with the professor. Jungkook tried much harder to attend classes, but you seemed not to care either way. He would come to the front and collect his assignment and find that you had marked it up exactly like everyone else, red marks all over his incorrect answers. You didn’t even look in his direction.

The next exam was coming up quickly.

Part of him considered skipping exam day to have one-on-one time with you again.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, jerking his head towards the hall, confused. Somehow, he had heard your voice. Or rather, did he imagine it? His teeth sunk into his lip, placing a hand on his forehead, confused. His head was confused. He couldn’t think straight. Why had he done such an embarrassing thing with you? Even you had told him to leave and report you. But Jungkook just couldn’t. Not then and not now. He had asked for it.

He still wanted it.

Nobody knew. Everybody thought he was a cocky, womanizing playboy. And he was, but not because of the sex. It was only because he was bored and that was all he could get. There was power in being on top.

And there was power in letting go.

You were bad for him.

He was a good guy.

You were a bad bitch.

And nobody knew.

A hand slapped down on his shoulder and yanked him around, the loose short sleeves of his yellow tropical shirt flaring out, making his sunglasses rattle on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. Instant shivers down his spine at your stern gaze.

“Are you deaf?” you snapped. “I’ve been calling your name for the past minute.”

“I… S-Sor–”

You waved a hand dismissively, grabbing his right hand and slapping down a post-it into it.

“Chapters for the exam, including the date and time. Do not miss it this time. I will not let you make it up and fail you on the spot.”

You turned on your heel, letting go of his hand.

His left one shot out and circled around your arm, his rings pressing into your skin.

“Wait.”

You jerked your head towards him, glaring sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And you yanked your arm out of his grasp, but his legs made the choice for him, following your swift strides, his backpack hanging off one shoulder, clutching the post-it and his last strands of sanity.

“Please, wait.”

“What?” was your curt response, not looking back at him.

“Please do it again,” he gasped breathlessly, unable to stop himself.

“Do what?”

“Have your way with me.”

You stopped walking.

Jungkook walked straight into your back and banged his nose on your head. He winced, stepping back and rubbing it gingerly. He didn’t register you turning around until it was too late and you were right in his face. You raised your chin and eyebrow simultaneously.

“No.”

He blinked rapidly, his tinted sunglasses halfway down the bridge of his nose.

“W… Why? Did you not like it? Was… was I bad?”

You let out an amused scoff.

The side of your lips curved upwards.

He had made you smile, even if only a little bit. Just that small thing was enough to feed his courage.

“I…” Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat before he spoke again, voice still a soft whisper in his embarrassment even though no one was around to eavesdrop. “I can be better. I can do better.”

Silence.

He thought you were going to walk away again.

You reached up and plucked his glasses off his nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them in his tropical shirt pocket. Then your eyes found his again and he knew something was different. He could see you clearly now, his vision no longer clouded by sienna.

Now, Jungkook could no longer stop it.

He could feel it all over him, coursing through his veins, arousal like fire. Something about you and something about him. Jungkook could sense the danger, but he didn’t want to run even though he knew he should. He had heard the rumors surrounding you. They could be true.

And yet.

“I want it,” Jungkook breathed, inviting himself into the danger. “I want you. I want to be your toy.”

Your discerning expression didn’t change.

You reached up and gripped his chin, digging your nails into his soft skin.

He whimpered in his chest, moving closer to you.

“What’s my name?”

His brows furrowed, saying your name hesitantly.

You pulled his chin down so he was eye-level.

“Next time you say my name, I will be choking it out of you.”

Everyone thought Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy to grip your wrist with his left hand and your throat in his right, his lips against your ear and his sweaty chest against your back as you slapped your ass into his crotch and fucked yourself with his rock-hard cock, his smirk in your ear as he provided you with a certain type of encouragement.

“That’s right, you want this dick, don’t you? Show me. Prove to me you want it.”

His fingertips tightening against the sides of your neck, listening to your pathetic cries and moans as you tried to squirm against him, brain running out of oxygen due to lack of blood, running out of thoughts, running out of pleas as Jungkook gripped your wrist, deep snarl against your hair as he roughly finished himself off using your body because that’s all you were, someone to be used by him and nothing more, neck suddenly released with a breathless gasp and shoved face first into the sheets with his right hand splayed on your back, his tattoos and your orgasm crashing down on you, his growls staining the air and a fierce jerk of his hips to spill into your tight hole and leave you moments after, nothing but a discarded toy in his eyes.

You thought.

That was what everyone thought when Jeon Jungkook stood on stage, flipping his dark violet microphone between verses and smirking like a devil, truly in command of every thought and every pair of eyes on him, surrounded by a heavy bass line and deafening drums, guitar solo tearing through the moment to emphasize the next of his lips nearing the mic again, entrancing the crowd with his beautiful lips and talented tongue.

No one knew.

You were riding him hard and fast, torn condom wrappers and used condoms littering his bed, back-to-back orgasms, his head pressed into his pillows, your hand around his neck, the other leaving long lines down his chest, scratching him so hard that it dotted red, blooming lines of pain.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, f-fuck…”

Jungkook was hoarsely whispering, clutching his sheets, black hair soaked with sweat, raising his chest to your nails, whimpering, punish me, punish me, punish me, and you muttered plainly with a sharp edge, you talk too much, your grip tightening again, pressing onto the sides of his neck, cutting off the blood flow, and Jungkook moaned gratefully, eyelids fluttering, the slap of your hips to his louder and louder, filling up his whole bedroom, rattling his bedframe, fucking him so hard he was slowly sliding up to his headboard.

Your name fell from his lips in pure ecstasy, back arching to shove his whole length fully into you, thick and hard and twitching with need, your slick walls clamping down on him, fitting to him with a hiss. He began to match you, breathless, lightheaded, world hazy, moaning from deep in his chest, I love you, and your reply was only tightening your grip, your hand and your pussy, harder, harder, harder.

“Aren’t you such a good guy?” you scoffed sarcastically, letting up for only a second to let him reply, blood rocketing back into his brain, flooding him with oxygen, and Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air, reeling.

“N-No…” he panted. “You’re the good girl… you’re always s-so… so good to me…”

His eyes locked with yours hazy with lust and love. You almost looked away out of instinct.

“You a-always remember… what I like…” he managed to choke out.

You left him when you were done using him.

You pretended he didn’t say those words to you. There was no point in acknowledging the nonsense that he said in the middle of being choked and barely functioning. You tapped your pencil against your textbook.

You caught yourself thinking about him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes flickered to the clock. Late at night on a Friday. He was probably at a bar. You watched the second hand of your plain silver clock tick, tick away. You never asked to watch him and his band perform even though Jungkook always made it a point to text you the address and the time.

It was obvious Jungkook didn’t want you to be his secret.

He wasn’t really your secret either. You just saw no benefit to letting anyone know there was a connection between you and Jeon Jungkook. After all, you were just using him.

You stopped tapping your pencil.

Stared at the second hand.

Tick.

Heard the voices of the rumors poisoning you, saying the things they said.

She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else because she’s a nerd.

The only reason she has good grades is because she fucked that one professor.

I heard she dated him.

I mean, there’s a reason he left in the middle of the semester, right?

He had a wife!

Snap.

Your eyes flickered down.

The tip of your pencil lead rolled across the page, leaving tiny pinpricks of granite.

There was never any evidence because nothing happened. Nothing happened between you and said psychology professor. He left in the middle of the semester because his wife had a miscarriage and he wanted to be with her. It had nothing to do with you. You had long discussions with him about life and existentialism, hanging out during his office hours.

Sometimes, you felt bad.

Had you kept him from his wife? Would it have not happened if he just skipped his office hours and didn’t spend them talking to you? These were irrational, foolish thoughts. They made you guilty even when there was nothing to be guilty about.

He was a nice guy, mid-thirties. Everyone liked this professor.

They blamed you because they didn’t know.

Only you knew, because he told you with tears in his eyes and thanked you for being his student.

You didn’t tell anyone, because he did not owe you an explanation and you were not going to divulge someone’s personal business that they had shared with you in confidence. You watched your reputation crumble and fall apart, watched friends ostracize you, because you didn’t tell them anything and they didn’t believe you. You watched yourself turn bitter and hateful.

Just tell the truth.

There was no truth to be told.

You put your pencil down.

Closed your eyes.

Remembered Jungkook’s face.

Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. His hot breath was in your face, arms shaking as he held himself up, fucking you into his mattress with whines in his chest, begging you, begging you, begging you.

“P-Please… let me cum, please…”

You liked to watch the sweat clinging to his high cheekbones and neck, jaw glistening with tension, feeling his strong body between your legs, his twitching hardness sliding into you repeatedly in rough, hard smacks, squeezing him every time he was fully sheathed inside you, vibrations coursing through you every time he came down.

“Not until I’m done,” you growled and he whimpered, pleading look in those brown doe eyes, black pupils expanded, unable to cum because a vibrating cock ring was restricting his orgasm, keeping him hard but unable to climax, sending thundering pleasure through him and into you. He watched helplessly as you gripped his hair, hissing sharply as another wave of pleasure overtook you, closing your eyes to savor it, savor his swollen cock twitching inside you as he felt the intense massage of your pussy walls closing around him, throbbing around the head and driving him insane, moaning pathetically because he couldn’t follow suit no matter how desperate he was.

Jungkook didn’t ask if you were done.

He just kept going because you told him he couldn’t cum until you were done.

And you didn’t say you were done.

You stared into those brown orbs, hazy with lust and full of conviction to be good for you.

Desperate to be the best and the only one, not knowing there was no one else because no one else wanted you like the way Jeon Jungkook wanted you.

“Pull out.”

“B-But…”

“You heard me,” you exhaled, throbs of pleasure still trembling through you. Your hands slid down, cupping his chin, nails digging into his sweaty cheeks. “Obey.”

With a pained whine, Jungkook obeyed, pulling out of you, his cock covered in your juices, wearing a condom and the black cock ring. You reached over with one hand to press the button on the remote to turn in off.

“Take it all off. Let me see your cock.”

He reached down and slowly pulled the cock ring off, taking the condom with it, whimpering at the sensitivity, his tone hitting a lovely pitched groan as the silicone squeezed the base of the head. His whole body was shaking as it fell from his hands, the veins on his length standing out, head purple-red and angry, white pre-cum slowly beading at the tip, and his face, looking down at you, waiting for your next move.

Cock waiting to be used.

You tapped your chest.

“Cum on my tits.”

“B-But–”

You cut him off.

“You’re going to cum on my tits and then you’re going to lick it off while I watch.”

He listened.

Jungkook straddled your waist with his thighs, muscular and defined, right hand wrapping around his cock, sweat making the tattoos on his forearm and shoulder glow in the low light, smelling like sex and musk, his core tightening as he touched his overstimulated length, using the lube of the condom and his own pre-cum to add to the pleasure as he began to stroke himself, moaning as you lifted your hands and cupped your breasts, pushing them together, his eyes on the curve of your cleavage and points of your hard nipples sticking out, and then your face, an indifferent look with a cocked eyebrow, taunting him, unimpressed by his timid grip on his cock, so he squeezed harder, tighter, embarrassing cries falling from his mouth, living for the smirk that slowly began to form on your lips.

It empowered him somehow, that smirk, the little inkling of satisfaction that Jungkook wanted, needed, craved, knowing he was doing well, being good, furiously pumping his aching cock over your pressed-together tits and he couldn’t last, couldn’t help it, too overstimulated and too turned on, too in love with this to prevent himself from tipping over with a hot gasp, spilling streams of sticky white lines over your breasts, spreading them everywhere, making a huge mess because he wanted a huge mess to clean up, shoving the head into your cleavage and shuddering at the sensation of warmth to his scorching heat, able to feel the pulse of the engorged tip dripping out what was left, shivers up and down his spine, the words falling from his mouth that he never stopped saying even though you never acknowledged them.

“I... l-love you…”

He stayed like that for nearly a full minute, but you didn’t tell him to get off.

His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling.

Slowly, Jungkook gingerly removed himself, lowering his body over yours, tongue sliding out, touching your skin covered in his cum, his taste, mine, no one else’s, him on you, lapping it up, salty and bitter and yet he loved it, loved that you told him to do it, loved that you let him paint your skin with his orgasm and now his saliva. He didn’t care that you never said anything to his I love you, didn’t care that you seemed to pretend he never said it, because he would continue saying it when he was with you, hopeless as it was.

It was the small things that kept him going, sucking his own cum off your nipple and wrapping his lips around it, hearing your soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the tap on his thigh that instructed him to scoot up, the small thing of your hand closing in on his spent cock, sending sparks of pain but also pleasure, moaning into your skin as you massaged his balls with your fingers, knowing that he could take more pressure and roughness because he had just came, the small thing of your thumb rubbing the sensitive slit, his face pressing into your breasts, smearing his cheek with his cum and saliva, sliding across your slick skin because of the intensity of the high it gave him, the pleasure and the pain, his right arm coming up to wrap around you, tattoos cradling your torso.

“I love you…” he whispered to your racing heart under his ear, lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat and the firmness of your touch. Jungkook did not care if you hated him saying it.

He would continue saying it as long as he was with you.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…?”

“Hmm.”

He placed his hand over the bottom of his phone and smiled at the cute girl that was talking to him at the bar.

“Sorry. I have to take this call. It’s important to me.”

He didn’t hear her response, because he backed away, bowing lightly, pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Ah, never mind, Jungkook.”

“No, no. What is it? Tell me.”

“You’re at a noisy place. It’s Saturday night.”

Jungkook pushed through the people, mumbling his apologies and straining to hear your voice over the thundering bass. “I finished. Well, we finished. We’re only drinking. I can leave at any time. I’ll just text the guys to bring my equipment back for me. Where are you?”

“Forget it.”

He opened the door of the club as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Looked up.

Your hand dropped to your side. You were still in your white dress shirt and navy skirt, dressed exactly like you were when at school minus the blazer. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was in a torn-up long-sleeve shirt with the right sleeve removed, showing off his tattoos. His black hair was wild and half-wet, and he was wearing tight leather pants.

You clicked your tongue.

“I said forget it,” you repeated hollowly.

You sighed and turned around, skirt swishing in your wake.

“Wait, I’ll come with you–”

“Go back to where you belong, Jungkook.”

His hand closed around your forearm, holding tight.

“I belong with you.”

You stopped walking, silent.

“What is it? Tell me.”

You scowled. “It’s dumb.”

“So am I, remember?” he chuckled, his hand slipping down, squeezing yours. “I’m not very good at school.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Cars and people brushed past, but Jungkook was focused onto on your stillness, watching your eyes seemed to be thinking about many things. You hadn’t pulled your hand out of his yet. By now, Jungkook knew that if you didn’t want something, you wouldn’t be shy about telling him right away.

You started walking again. Jungkook was still holding your hand.

“It was just a moment of weakness,” you mumbled under your breath.

“A guy…?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured tightly. “I understand.”

He did not. He wanted to cry.

Your eyes shot to him, pinning him in place. “You don’t understand, Jeon Jungkook. You understand nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his and Jungkook let go, trying to hold his pain, trying not to breathe because he was preparing himself for the inevitable, the moment you were going to break his heart and, if it was right here and right now, then so be it, because he had said how he felt repeatedly and there was nothing more he could do than that.

He loved you so, so bad.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, that it was madness, but he did anyway.

But you surprised him.

Your sharp gaze softened.

“You know what they say about me. You have to know,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You must know the rumors.”

Good girl gone bad.

Jungkook frowned. “About you and the professor?”

He watched your jaw clench.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Your eyes shifted, not quite looking at him.

“Whether something did or didn’t happen, what does that have to do with me?”

And now you looked at him, guarded, not letting him know your thoughts.

“You…” He swallowed, trying to press the lump down in his throat. “You’re just using me, right? It doesn’t… doesn’t really matter, because in the end I don’t matter to you anyway… right?”

He did not want to cry and yet he did, because he knew he loved you. It was the small things, the way you never let up on him even in class, the way you picked days that were never the weekend and never before exams, the way you would brush your fingertips on his knuckles before leaving when you thought he was asleep, the way on the last time, the last time you were together, that you pressed your lips to his forehead when you thought he was asleep, running your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook was standing outside this bar and there were people he knew walking past, seeing you and him, but he kept his eyes on you, because the only one that mattered was you.

The one he belonged to was you.

He had decided that when he climbed onto the table that day.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a heavy breath. “If people say things about you, then they say things about you. Whether it’s the truth or not doesn’t change the fact I love you. It doesn’t make me love you less,” Jungkook said, speaking at his usual volume, because there was no reason to whisper the truth. “Even if it’s pointless and crazy, I want to be with you until the day you don’t want to be with me.”

His smiled and blinked back tears.

“Even if that day is today, I will never regret it.”

In this cruel summer, you could have ruined his reputation. You could have told everyone the kind of person he really was and you didn’t. You could have spread embarrassing stories of the things you made him do and you didn’t.

Even if he didn’t matter to you, Jungkook was confident that you weren’t a malicious person.

You rubbed your forehead. “The rumors will come to you.”

Jungkook laughed. “So what? I heard a rumor that I removed two ribs so I could suck my own dick. I admit, I considered doing it after hearing that.”

You scowled, but Jungkook only smiled in return. He could see the tension falling from your face with his comment. You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, as if to say, can’t be helped.

“There’s no other guy,” you muttered. “There’s just you and you’re dumb.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly, confused.

“You say it over and over and make me think about it all the time.” You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not a good girl. People pushed me away and I stayed there instead of trying to repair the burned bridges. I don’t even think I want to repair them. Who knows what will happen next? I don’t think it would be a good idea to put you through that shit.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, looking at him apologetically.

“You’re not the bad boy everyone says you are. You’re a good guy. You should find a good girl.”

Is that what you think? Jungkook chuckled, taking out his hand and rubbing his nose thoughtfully.

“I don’t want a good girl.”

He stepped toward you, lowering his hand and his head so that he was eye level with you.

“I love a bad bitch who can push me around and makes me their toy.”

He tilted his head, small curve on those beautiful lips, tiny mole underneath appearing with every smile.

“Which can only be you, you know.”

Jungkook didn’t try to kiss you. He only wanted to look into your eyes so you knew his conviction.

“I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say it.”

He nodded. “And I’m going to keep saying it until the day you leave me.”

Silence.

Ah.

Your eyebrow lowered and you gave him an indifferent look.

“Hm. I wonder when that will be, Jungkook.”

You leaned in, but before you kissed him, he heard the whisper against his lips, felt the shape of yours as they brushed against his, words he prepared himself to never hear from you, words that he thought you would never say, and that was fine with him, because you showed it, and that was enough.

He thought.

“I love you.”

And then your lips on his and his tears fell onto your cheeks because Jungkook wanted to cry all this time and he could not stop now, knowing that he was so, so in love with you and you finally, finally said it back to him.

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