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adonis-koo · 2 years

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denial = desperation

Note: this is a drabble based off the most recent chapter (10) in my series Wicked! You can read this as a stand-alone but it might not make the most sense, but it doesn’t contain any spoilers or in depth content to the story so if you’re looking for a good time, this story will deliver

Summary: The aftermath of you and Jungkook being in somewhat of a comprisable position leads to Jungkook questioning his existence late into the night and what the future of your relationship might possibly hold…not that he is attracted to you in any way like that

Genre: smut, arranged marriage AU, denial-attraction, pining, frenemies

Word count: 3k

Tags: male masturbation, overstimulation, fantasizing; oral (m & f receiving), vaginal fingering, doggy style, cowgirl, hair pulling, tongue-fucking, manhandling, slight dacraphilia, squirting, overstimulation, begging and a whole lot of cum, I feel the need to mention that jungkook has a really big size kink and an even bigger cock 😌 this is unedited I’m so sorry

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The memory of soft skin against his hands was haunting, your breath hitching and little and your eyes widening, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh and the feeling of your thighs clenching as you bit down on the inside of your lip trying to not flustered desire take over...

This was fine.

Jungkook glared at nothing in particular as his thoughts raged on while the fire crackled dimly and had slowly begun to go out due to Jungkook’s slothfulness. But he couldn’t help it, his entire attention span had gone to focusing- no, it was more- like distracting himself.

And somehow utterly failing no matter how hard he tried.

He had tried to go to sleep, tossing and turning but no matter what he did, what he thought of, nothing worked. He laid on his back currently, his body was burning up and he had discarded his top long ago but even that wasn’t enough anymore.

He inhaled sharply at the memory of your eyes, pooling with desire, the way you bit down on the inside of your lower lip, your thighs clenched and the way they had parted just a little further for him, as if in invitation.

He moaned softly at the feeling of his cock throbbing even harsher then it had before. Realizing his thoughts he groaned out, grabbing one of his pillows as he shoved it on top of his face before smacking himself a good several times with it.

He did NOT see you like that! So why did he keep thinking of you like that!?

Jungkook would rather sleep with any other woman instead of you…! So why hadn’t he…? The little nagging voice in the back of his mind made fun of him, he could sleep with any woman he wanted so why didn’t he? He could have any woman in his bed right now and fix this problem that kept him from falling asleep.

All it took was one floor to go to Seohyun who would be more than happy to let him in her room. Jungkook frowned, running a hand through his hair, trying not to think about when thinking about his old lover Seohyun had become such a turn off…

God what had you done to him!?

Why did you have to look at him like that?

Jungkook smacked his head back on the pillow beneath him as he let the other drop beside him. He should’ve just taken the plunge and asked to stay, was it just him? The thought plague him, sitting here with an unbearable arousal that just wouldn’t fucking go away!

He gritted his teeth, his cock ached once more still confined in his pants and he dared to not move anymore, if he tried laying on his stomach he wouldn’t be able to resist just fucking the mattress because anything was better then this.

Jungkook shook his head, no it had to just be him. He made the right decision in leaving your room, there was no way you possibly felt like this, he was sure of it and in fact you’d probably be repulsed to see him in such a state right now.

But your eyes…

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his imagination suddenly leaping off with all sorts of lewd imagery in his head, there was no mistaking your eyes, looking down at him all doe like and pitiful. God what would they look like if he had just pulled your legs a little further apart and…

Jungkook hadn’t even fully realized he had grabbed his bulging cock, roughly palming it through his pants as he moaned at the thought before he sharply inhaled, realizing what he was doing.

Fuck…!

Jungkook gritted, his teeth, who said he couldn’t masturbate? So long as he was keeping his thoughts to himself…once he relieved himself then he could go to bed.

Jungkook rationalized it before he nodded, letting himself pull down his pants.

His cock bounced from it’s confines and Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. Pulling out a bottle of oil from his nightstand that was originally supposed to be used for his skin but…well he had found much better uses of it these days.

Pouring a good amount into his hand he hesitantly grabbed the base of his cock his jaw clenched, his fist tightening around the thick fat base as he gave it a few tugs, pleasure instantly throbbing in his body as he shifted with a moan.

Fuck yeah, this was exactly what he needed.

Jungkook’s hips began to take over, fucking up into his hand as he moaned softly at the pleasure that blossomed from it. This continued on for what felt like longer than normal before Jungkook began to feel impatient, beginning to speed up his pace as his hand roughly began to stroke up towards the fat bulbous tip of his cock that was leaking pre-cum.

Gritting his teeth he glared down at his cock, carefully thumbing the small slit as he swore, “Fuck… c’mon don’t do this too me.” he muttered, messily smearing the pre-cum over the head of his cock.

Usually he’d be able to just shoot a load quick and be off to bed, especially if he was this aroused already. Maybe he just needed to change things up a little…? Jungkook sat himself up, leaning his back against his headboard as he gripped his cock once more, thrusting upward into it.

At first his pace as a little lethargic as he watched his cock fuck into his fist, this would be a thousand time’s better if if he had a little cunt to fuck instead. He glared down in anger, he needed something warm and wet bouncing down on it, being split open by his cock.

Pleasure began to throb once more as he moaned, yeah that’s what he needed, a warm cunt barely able to take his cock and he’d have to force her hips down to get it to fit all the way. And a nice pair of tits in his face bouncing rapidly while moans cried out.

Jungkook’s eyes shut as he imagined them, nice and perky, and hardened nipples he could suck on while she’d ride him, moaning down in his ear begging to be fucked by him. Jungkook moaned again as his hips began thrusting faster into his hand.

God he needed nails scratching rough on his shoulder blades, whimpers crying out of his name, fuck, he wanted so desperately to have a nice, warm little cunt to shoot a big load of cum into. He could feel it, “Fuck…!” Jungkook moaned brokenly, he was so fucking close…! He just needed to cum.

Needed to shoot a fat load of cum into something, onto something, anything…! His abdomen was clenching and his thighs flexing as he began roughly fucking upward, desperate to reach his orgasm.

But the harder he went the more painful it was becoming.

“God dammit!” He growled out, releasing his cock that bobbed in need of friction, laying against his abs as he repetitively smacked the back of his head against the wood in frustration. Why couldn’t he just cum…!?

Jungkook sighed as his eyes opened, watching his fat cock bob a little, it’s thick shaft curving a little upward, pre-cum smearing all over his upper abdomen. Did a blowjob count as cheating…?

He briefly wondered before he scoffed at his own pathetic thoughts.

Why had he even chosen to stay celibate once he gotten married? It had done nothing but make him horny and miserable every day.

When had his life come to this, he pathetically wondered as he stared down at his cock, it’s head beginning to turn a deep shade of red as if irritated that it wasn’t getting the release it clearly wanted.

Jungkook closed his eyes, but it was even worse than before. Those eyes kept coming back to haunt him, but this time in a flash of sucking his cock. He moaned immediately his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for friction before he immediately grabbed the shaft.

His strokes were short and fast at the idea of your eyes staring up at him, shy and demure as he’d grab you by the head, guiding you to suck him how he liked it best, being able to feel his tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag.

Jungkook could see it vividly, your gurgled whines and messy teary eyes while he’s slowly introduce you to taking his cock down your throat, and fuck…he’d be gentle with you, his little virgin wife who never sucked cock before. Needing him to guide you with your small inexperienced hands wrapping around his base, giving it nice short tugs the way he wanted.

Jungkook sputtered swear words left and right as he began fucking his fist, “Fuck yeah…” he breathed out at the idea of being able to fuck your throat, feeling your gag around it and cry out, whining and whimpering before he’d finally let you go in trade of your cunt.

First manhandling you onto your hands and knees and shoving you down to arch your ass back on him before he’d split your little cunt in half with his cock. Jungkook could feel a sweat breaking on the back of his neck, his balls smacking into his hand as he grunted out, shuffling in his spot as he got on his knee’s.

Using the headboard for leverage as he began roughly thrusting into his fist like it was your little cunt, and you’d moan, he knew you would, and they would sound so whiny and high pitched and your lips would part and jutt just a little into a pout before whining about him being too rough.

Jungkook’s lips parted at the idea of being able to feel your cunt squeeze around him in pleasure though, liking the fact that he’d be rough despite your complaints, and god what would he give right now to be able to lean down and play with that sensitive little clit.

A fumbled moan escaped Jungkook at the idea, his forehead pressing against the headboard as his hips desperately chased the idea of drilling into your tight, wet little cunt, his balls slapping on your skin while your cunt would clench around him from him playing with your clit just enough to edge you.

You’d whimper and beg for your orgasm but Jungkook wouldn’t let you have it, not just yet, a lazy smirk tugged on his lips at the idea, your pout getting bigger and your moans whiner at the way he’d ruthlessly tease and edge you.

Jungkook wouldn’t stop until you were in tears, desperate to cum all over his big fat cock, and finally, just after you had been a good little girl, pathetically begging to cum, would he turn you around to face him on your back.

Jungkook’s thighs nearly trembled as his hips began to slow down at the idea of his cock pushing back into your cunt, bottoming out completely inside you as you’d watch him all flustered, unable to keep your eyes off him before watching his cock completely split you open.

His cock was throbbing more and more at the idea as his hips began rhythmically thrusting into his hand, he’d start edging your sensitive clit with his thumb again, wanting your thighs to wrap around his waist.

And once you’d throw your head back, exposing your neck to him, that would be an invitation for him to lean down to suck against your skin, leaving a trail of marks from your neck all the way to those soft tits that he just knew would look amazing covered in his hickeys.

Jungkook moaned breathlessly at his imagination, almost able to feel the way your cunt would start rapidly clenching around his cock, your voice brokenly whining that you wanted to cum, that you would do anything to cum.

Jungkook’s thighs were beginning to ache and tremble as sweat dripped down to his collarbones, his thrusts becoming erratic and hard at the idea of being able to pinch your tiny clit, that had to be so fucking sensitive, kissing your neck while giving you permission to cum.

And fuck…! Your little cunt would clench one last time before you’d cum all over his cock while he’d fuck you through your orgasm and right into your second.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jungkook moaned brokenly, your cunt would be gushing arousal and would be so fucking tight around him he wouldn’t even be able to fuck you anymore, his cock completely buried in your tight little cunt before he’d finally…!

Cum spewed from his slit in thick gobs as moans escaped Jungkook left in right, white pleasure completely taking over his entire body as he trembled rapidly, his hips sloppily thrusting as he began to grind against his hand.

The thought of cumming inside your nice warm cunt as you came all over his cock, moans mingling together had his cock shooting another load of cum as he moaned desperately, his cock becoming more and more sensitive as he circled his hips, milking every drop of his orgasm.

Jungkook felt drunk off the idea of your cunt, your soft tits bouncing and that fucking flustered little face of yours as you’d spread your thighs as far as you could begging for him to give you his cum, wanting it as deep in you as possible.

Whimpers began to escape his lips as his hips started fucking his hand once more despite his cock trying to soften, his brows pinching together at how sensitive he was becoming but his hand had an iron grip of his cock that he refused to let go.

Fuck…! He needed your cunt, needed to see the way he’d pull his cock out of you and watch the way his cum would drip from it before he’d shove it back inside you. Jungkook’s lips parted, whines escaping him as he fought through the sensitivity of his cock that was beginning to harden again.

He wanted to part your thighs and suckle that little clit in reward for being such a good girl and taking all of his cum, he’d push his fingers inside your cunt, watching the way his cum would ooze out as he’d fuck his fingers inside you.

Jungkook threw his head back, a whimpered ‘Fuck’ escaping him at how the pain and pleasure of his sensitive cock began to mix together his second orgasm so close already, he wanted to taste the way your cunt mixed with his cum, wanting to feel the way your cunt would clench around his fingers first and then his tongue as he’d fuck it inside you and let his fingers work your clit.

Your thighs would wrap around his head and your fingers would yank against his hair, fuck..! He wanted your hands in his hair so fucking badly right now, yanking as hard as you could in desperation as he ate the soul from your little pussy.

Letting his tongue pull out of your small hole before dragging it up to your clit as he looked up at you, watching your lewd expressions, letting your hips fuck up against his face to try and ride his tongue while he’d suckle and prod until he found that little sweet spot of yours.

Jungkook’s breath hitched and his thighs were burning and his abdomen clenched up at the idea, his balls smacking against his hand as his cock throbbed rapidly, pressing his forehead back against the headboard he bit his lip so hard it nearly broke skin.

He wanted to feel your cunt on his fingers before he’d find your g-spot, watching the way your lips would part in shock at the feeling because your little fingers were too small to find it yourself, he’d fuck your g-spot until you’re back would be arching, thrashing about in whimpers and moans before begging to cum again.

So greedy, he moaned at the idea, you would be so greedy for another one, and he would let you happily, he’d moan against your cunt to cum for him before gathering your little clit back into his mouth, letting his tongue fondle and flick against it as you’d be obedient and do what you were told.

“Shit…! Fuck princess! Fuuck.” Jungkook’s throat had become dry as he growled it out, pleasuring nearly sucking every once of energy out of his body.

The idea of you cumming around his fingers while fucking them into your g-spot, suckling your little clit, forcing you into your next orgasm before liquid would spew from your cunt. The idea was overwhelming in his mind, watching pleasure take over your face as you’d squirt all over him had his cock shooting it’s next load of cum.

Jungkook had never whimpered the way he did in that moment, cumming so hard he nearly blacked out for just a second before his eyes cracked open to watch his fat head shoot ropes of white against the already painted wood as he let out breathy whines, his hand shakily pumping up his shaft to his head desperately as he watched cum dribble from his slit before one last fat glob shot out.

Jungkook let out a breath of relief, letting go of his cock that was immediately starting to soften, all of his energy was suddenly sapped from his body, his knee’s collapsed as he fell backwards, his body springing onto the soft mattress as he heaved out breathes.

The room felt too silent for a long time as Jungkook regain cognitive function of his limbs slowly as he stared up at the ceiling, the one rule he had set for himself, not thinking of you when he masturbated, had now been thoroughly thrown into the trash.

He groaned softly.

God what was he thinking...? Having such explicit fantasies about you…He gritted his teeth before he sighed, well…What was done, was done.

Besides, it’s not as if you’d ever actually know, this would stay within his fantasies. Jungkook sat up, grabbing his pants as he ran a hand through his hair, he would certainly make sure of it.

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #bts au

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 2 years

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if Simeon fell

this was a lil Drabble I wrote, about how I think Simeon would fall from grace

warnings: no mc, lots of questioning of faith (kinda just inspired by my own experience and the stories of others leaving the evangelical church)

words: 900ish

Simeon never fell in the way the brothers did. there was no wind through his hair, no burning of his wings. no breath knocked from his lungs when he hit the ground.

Simeon’s sin was slow. built over thousands of years. it had already begun when he watched his brothers fall from grace, tears clouding his vision. he chocked it down, promising himself he wouldn’t meet the same fate. Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth. these were things he began to run from.

virtue bled from his fingers. he was everything an Angel was supposed to be. so why then, did he feel his halo burn hotter then it should? ever since he saw his brothers cast from heaven, since he saw Lilith sitting on the steps of death’s door, there was a parasite that buried itself deep in his chest.

doubt slithered down his throat and settled heavy in the pit of his stomach.

father loved them all, right? Lucifer and his brothers chose to leave, and father loves them enough to give them free will, right? father didn’t want this, but he loved Lucifer and the others enough to watch them go, right?

but... surely father knew, yet he did nothing to stop it. no, its because he loved them... if he loved them why did Lilith die?

consequences for their own actions. Simeon knows the answer he would receive if he asked. punishment for disobedience. father made them, created them with love and care, and if they disobey there will be consequences.

father loves him, father cares for him, father wants what's best for him. he is free in father’s love.

freedom, sometimes Simeon wonders what that word means to other people.

Asmodeus found freedom in his lust. bedding anyone who'd desire him, he indulges in his desires without worry. to the other angels it was distasteful and careless, but Simeon saw how Asmo acted under it.

he remembered him as an angel, Asmo’s heart was always to big for his body. he was never careless, always caring to much. his desire to please others finally turning as a desire to please himself.

Simeon found it... sweet.

the hydra of doubt grew another head. another branch off his confusion and worry. father loved them, and wished to keep them happy and safe... it was for their own good... right?

Simeon’s wings felt heavy, his halo’s warmth turning to an uncomfortable heat.

Simeon was humble, he was happy to share and quick to applaud others successes. he was gentle and kind, motivated by his love for others. he was selfless, so why does father look at him with distaste now?

father is disappointed in him. to spite his best efforts to show his virtue, he fell several ranks and is now a lower level angel. at first he was disheartened, but perhaps he can offer his help and support to the younger ones.

perhaps they can learn from him, and he can treasure their youthful innocence once again.

innocence, something he lost that day. vision cloudy as hes held back from the edges of the celestial realm. if father loved them why would he let her die?! if father loved them why didn’t he stop this?!

father is a liar.

another branch, another head, another thorn of doubt.

his tongue tastes of iron, his eyes sting with tears. a single ashen feather sits in his hands. it is his own. two of his wings were taken from him as punishment for dropping so many ranks. the scars on his back are thick, the skin still pink and tender.

why does father love him? is it only because he does what father wants? is father’s love truly so vast and unconditional? what punishment would he receive if others knew he had these thoughts?

a new emotion sparks in his mind. anxiety.

the hydra growls low, it breaths fear like fire as Simeon curls in upon himself. the ashen feather turn black as onyx, drifting slowly to the floor.

he cannot stay. when the others find him he will surely be cast out. perhaps it is better to leave quietly as not to frighten the little ones.

Simeon’s feet feel like led as he walks. he tries to rationalize why he has fallen from grace, why his halo now burns dark and cold, nesting itself in his curls.

he followed the virtues, he didn’t indulge in the sins of his fallen brothers.

“you have committed your own sin Simeon.” the voice of Michael if strong and clear and Simeon turns on his heel. the fluttering of charcoal feathers around him.

“you have doubted father. you will find no freedom in God if you cannot trust him.” Michael’s face contorts in sorrow as he gazes at the fallen angel.

“...you are right. I don’t trust father. ...perhaps you should be wary too.” grey feathers fall as Simeon walks away.

his footsteps are quiet, halo no longer hot as burning flames it now pierces his flesh like freezing razor blades.

he does not fall from heaven, instead he flies. a flurry of grey feathers in his wake. he intends to find Lucifer, to apologies for the role he played in his brothers pain and loss.

his wings are black as night when he finally reaches the devildom, the familiar smiling face of a green haired demon ready to greet him.

“welcome home Simeon, I am pleased to see you arrived safely. we were waiting for when you would join us.” Barbatos grins, eyes burning a demonic green.

“happy to be home Barbatos.” Simeon’s shoulders relax, his wings don't feel so heavy anymore, but his horns certainly do.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me simeon #simeon angst #obey me headcanons #simeon headcanons #obey me imagines #omswd

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upsteadhq · 3 years

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butterfly kisses - 2

prompt: i always wanted to write this, but the fic was from hailey’s pov so it wouldn’t work... it works now. the unseen jay and macie bits from chapter 41 of “another life” where they are both have a stomach bug

yes this did become a collection. and this is a long one. this will be how it is, some might be little drabbles, some will be meaty, i can’t help it.

also posted on ff.net and AO3, @/halstexds

Once Hailey had bid her farewells and got out of the front door, Jay took a slow turn on his heels and padded back out into the kitchen.

Macie was sitting at the dining table, slowly picking at the toast Hailey had made before rushing out the house for work and Jay felt his heart break a little. He knew how she was feeling, and maybe she was a bit hungrier than he was at this moment - just the thought of having something to eat now made him start to feel nauseous - but if this was the same stomach bug they were sharing, Jay knew Macie must have felt pretty bad.

And of all days for her to get sick, it had to be her birthday.

He didn't like the fact he was sick, but he'd take away the feeling from Macie in a heartbeat if it were possible.

He joined her at the table, sitting down in the seat beside her. Macie looks up tiredly from her plate and at him.

"Do you wanna some of my toast?" She offers, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Jay shakes his head slowly, a quick movement would only pile on to the dizziness. "I'm okay, baby, you eat it."

Macie moves her gaze down to the table and pushes the plate away from her. "I'm not hungry now." She mumbles.

Jay glances at the plate, seeing the fact she had barely eaten a corner of the bread. He can feel his face drop a little because this wasn't like her - Macie didn't leave anything unfinished. Ever. She'd usually be the one to clean up after everyone else.

He nods though, and grabs the plate into his hand. "That's okay, you don't have to eat any more." He reassures her with a weak smile.

Jay takes the plate into the kitchen leisurely, throwing away the uneaten food before moving to put the plate in the dishwasher. Opening the front shows that in the chaos of last night, they had forgotten to put the dishwasher on for a cycle, so the dinner plates from last night were still in there. The memory of Macie only getting two bites into her dinner before promptly throwing up all over herself and subsequently the night that followed fills his head and it takes everything in his being not to gag right there and then.

He slams the dishwasher door shut and treads to the sink instead; the plate had just been used for toast, it wasn't like it needed to go in the cycle.

On the opposite end of the room, Macie slid herself off of the chair and walked over to Jay, dragging her blanket along the floor behind her. She stopped at his feet and looked up at him. "Daddy, is aunties and uncles coming later?" She asks.

Jay looks back down at her sadly and with a sigh he replies. "Not while we're sick."

At that it was as if someone had shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. She lacked the energy to question why her aunts and uncles weren't allowed to come over that night like they were supposed to as she'd been up all night, so she just fell into tears.

Jay feels a stab to his chest watching her cry out so he does all he can think of doing in that moment, lifting her up into his arms and hugging her tightly.

Macie fit right into Jay's torso. Height had never really been a strong suit for her, a trait among many the girl got from her mother. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging on to him like a sloth.

"I don't like being sick." She snivels into the neck of his shirt.

Jay rests his cheek against her forehead, the heat radiating off of it burning against his skin. "Me neither, but you're okay now, it's all over. And aunties and uncles will come over as soon as they can, and we'll do your birthday properly, I promise."

They stay there for a minute, Macie doesn't move and Jay doesn't peel her away, he instead just soaks in the moment. With each passing day Macie became more and more independent, she had always been independent, and moments like this were becoming fewer and farther between.

It felt like yesterday that Macie fit between the tip of his finger and his elbow, scarcely stretching out the length of his forearm, and at the same time it felt like a lifetime ago. The last four years had been four of the longest, most challenging years of his life, there had been ups and downs everywhere and moments that tested the limits, but at the same time it felt like the last four years had flown by in the blink of an eye.

It took him a long time to be okay with the fact that his daughter was no longer the tiny, defenseless preemie she had once been, but rather a strong, slightly headstrong child. And maybe even now he still isn't totally okay with the fact she is growing up so fast, but he was coming to terms with it.

And as he thinks about it, this time four years ago he and Hailey had no idea what was in store for them on that day. It had started as such an ordinary day, but it ended with the start of a three-night stay at Med and weeks of uncertainty.

Jay's brought out of his thoughts when Macie speaks against his neck again.

"Daddy, my tummy hurts." She murmurs.

Jay nods, quickly glancing down to make sure she still had a grip on the blanket before he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He placed her down on the couch and fixed the blanket on top of her, telling her he'll be right back, then lightly kissed her forehead.

He goes all the way upstairs and grabs the bowl left on the bed from the night before. After Macie's first instance at the dining table, Jay had gone to bed feeling rough and Hailey had brought it up for him in case he couldn't make it downstairs to the bathroom. The second time Jay threw up was when the bowl was used and cleaned up and Macie was given the bowl shortly after her third time in case she got sick again while Hailey followed Jay down to the bathroom on his third round. It hadn't been used again, and Macie fell asleep hugging it, and it had been left behind when the morning started.

Jay brings it back down to Macie, who takes it with a nod.

"I aim like a game." She says as she rests the bowl on top of her stomach.

Jay furrows his eyebrows together, asking her what she meant while sitting down beside her.

Macie just stares at the plastic utensil as she replies. "That's what Mommy said. That if I get sick again I aim like a game."

The words became clearer and Jay rested his hand on Macie's arm, rubbing it softly. "Yeah, you do that."

Macie repositions herself on the couch, lying down with her head on Jay's side, her knees brought up close by her chest with the bowl in the gap.

She snuggles herself in closer. "Can we watch Toy Story?"

Jay feels a smile pull up on his lips because it was only a matter of time before she asked. "Yes we can, Mae." He replies, already moving to retrieve the remote.

The movie is switched on and within the first ten minutes Macie's breaths against his side even out and with one quick glance, Jay finds her fast asleep.

He moves his hand and pulls the blanket further up, covering her shoulder and let's himself sink into the couch a little more. The nauseous feeling had shrunk down but his head still hurt, and the extra warmth coming from Macie made him feel as though he was burning up. He allowed the movie to become background noise as he closed his eyes, the heaviness sinking in and after a minute he felt as though he couldn't open his eyes again.

It only took another few minutes for sleep to take him again, and everything shut out.

xxx

Jay felt himself waking up at every movement or noise Macie made, eyes widening open to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't getting sick again.

He wasn't sure how long he was doing that for. At some point the movie finished and the colorful posters of what to watch next faded along the screen, but he didn't have the energy to reach for the remote to turn the TV off.

As the screen was going through at least it's third cycle of the same pictures, Macie started squirming beside him. Like he had done every other time, Jay bolts his eyes open to check if she was alright. She shifted a few more times before blinking open. She wasn't fully awake, and she seemed to move without thinking. It was as if she was moving in her sleep.

Macie grabbed her blanket and balled it up into her hand and kneeled forward. One leg swung over Jay's waist and she positioned herself, curling up and resting her head on his chest. She fixed the blanket to lay over both of them, and then she was out again, Jay following quickly behind her footsteps.

xxx

When Jay woke up again, he noted the lack of light coming from the entire house. It was pitch dark outside and he widened his eyes to find Macie was still asleep on his chest in exactly the same position she had been earlier - much earlier in fact.

He tried not to move because he knew how much this sleep would do Macie good, but he also knew she needed to get something into her system, as she hadn't since this morning. He decided to let her sleep a little longer and he leaned his head against the backboard of the couch, staring up at the dark ceiling.

While he was awake, Jay had some time to think. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to make a happy memory for Mae to remember about this day. The last thing he wanted was for her entire day to be getting sick over and over again, the countless showers she had overnight or watching Hailey take away most of the blankets and stuffed animals in a laundry basket to clean them up.

And then he remembers a video he watched a while back. The video was of this father getting all dressed up, presumably to go on a date. When he went to collect his date however, it was his daughter, all dressed up to match, and the two of them went out. He also remembers thinking about how much he'd love to do that with Macie.

Jay spent a beat thinking about it, whether or not it was a good idea. The thought of eating still made his stomach churn in all the wrong ways, but he knew Macie would love it, and that's all that mattered.

So rather than waiting for her to wake up, Jay softly moved her from him, placing her stomach down where he had been so it would still be warm in the hopes that the change wouldn't wake her up, and tiptoed out of the room.

His first stop was the kitchen, pulling the door closed behind him before switching on the light. He searched through the cabinets as quietly as possible, finding a couple tins of soup. The thought of eating still made him feel nauseous but Hailey swore on it - that and ginger cookies - when she was pregnant. He grabbed everything and left it on the side so he wouldn't forget it later.

The next stop was Macie's bedroom. Hailey had left the window and door open to air out the room before she left that morning but there was still a distant smell of vomit and bleach lingering in the air. Her bed was stripped back and the room was a slight mess, and all Jay could think about was the crime scene he and Hailey rushed into at 1AM that morning. There was also an intense draft coming in through the window that made him fiercely shiver, so on his way to the closet he shut the window, cutting off that sharp January chill.

In Macie's closet he found the dress she had picked out to wear today and he grabbed it, taking it back out of the room with him.

The penultimate stop was the main bedroom. He put Mae's dress on the bed and turned on the light, rounding the bed to his side when he spotted his phone on the bedside table. In a momentary detour to the original plan, he lit up the screen, displaying the time and a message.

He wasn't really surprised to see that it was 5PM, given the drastic change in lighting, however it couldn't have been any later than nine-thirty when they fell asleep. What he was surprised by was the message alert from Kim.

(13:27 - Kim) Hey Jay, Hailey's pretty swamped with paperwork doing this acting sergeant thing so I'm checking in instead. Hope you two are feeling better now, and make sure to give Mae lots of happy birthdays from all of us, we'll see you soon. If I don't get a reply, I'm assuming you're asleep so I'm sorry if this wakes you. Get better soon!

He types back a response while he remembers to do so, apologizing for taking so long to reply back.

(17:06 - Jay) Hi Kim, sorry I've only just got the message, I left my phone upstairs and we've both been asleep for a while. We're on the mend, there hasn't been any more episodes and Mae is still crashed on the couch. I've only just woken up too, so hopefully we've slept the rest of it off. I'll make sure to give Mae the messages when she wakes up, thanks for checking in

Jay puts the phone back down and continues with why he was in here, approaching his own closet and digging inside it. He eventually found what he was looking for and he pulled it out, deciding now was as good a time as any to change.

The suit was cold at first, the warmth of the shirt and sweats gone, and it brought another shiver down his spine, but once he got moving again it heated up. He fixed his hair, having not touched it since the day before and in a split second decision he put on cologne. Jay then grabbed his phone and slid it into his pocket whilst slinging the dress over his arm, turning the light off again on his exit. On the way back down the stairs he made one final stop in the bathroom and grabbed the hairbrush from the sink.

The living room was still silent when he made it back down there, so he turned the light on, the sharp change in setting brings a noise out of Macie.

She stretched out across the couch, grunting slightly as her eyes opened. Macie looks around very confused, the change in time much more dramatic to her. Jay smiles when he sees the pinkness in her cheeks and the parts of her hair sticking up in various different places.

"Good morning." Jay jokes, because this is usually exactly how Macie would waddle into their room first thing in the morning to greet them after learning to crack the stairgate, while she wipes the sleep from her eyes.

Macie's attention on Jay doesn't last long when she glances at the TV and sees how it was now black. "What's happened to Toy Story?" She asks, a whine clear in her voice.

Jay somehow has to stifle back a yawn and chuckles slightly. "You fell asleep, Mace, it's finished."

She sits up straight, pointing to the TV. "I wanna it again."

He nods. "Okay, I'll put it on again but I wanna do something with you, okay?"

The burst of energy that came with the long sleep meant that Macie bobbed herself on the couch with excitement about the movie being put back on.

"Yes! Watch Toy Story!" She cheered.

Jay turned it back on and hit replay, Macie letting out another loud cheer when it started playing. It was only when Jay sat next to her that she noticed the hairbrush and Macie's eyes all but bulged out of the sockets.

She whimpered, putting her hands on top of her head. "I don't want hair brush." She scoots a little further away.

He was glad to see she had perked up a little, but he definitely didn't have the energy to chase around after her. "I promise to do it gently."

She still looked hesitant, and she didn't move. "Why you dressed like that?" She questions, changing the subject.

"Because I've got a surprise for you," Jay teases, getting Macie's attention instantly. "But I have to brush your hair for the surprise."

Macie jumped back over to him, sitting on his lap and watched the movie while Jay tidied her hair up a little.

Halfway through the process of pinning the front of her hair up and out of her face, Macie turned her head sharply to the side. "What's the surprise?" She asks, trying to look at Jay, messing up the placement of her hair.

Jay used one hand to keep hold of the two parts and the other to turn her head back straight. "I'll tell you in a minute."

She stays quiet for another beat before turning back to face him. "Daddy, can I have drink?"

"Yes of course, just a second, okay?" He wonders, turning her head back. She nods in response and that's when he tells her to keep her head still.

He finishes up with that half of her hair and then pushes her back on to the couch, covering her legs with the blanket. He goes out to the kitchen and opens the medicine cabinet, finding the box of PediaLyte Hailey had bought before the holidays to prepare for the bugs the kids would surely come down with, mixing a strawberry packet with some water because the strawberry one was Macie's favorite. After a minute he brings it back through to Macie, who takes the cup graciously.

Jay can then continue with the bottom half of her hair without any more head spins. There wasn't much left to do, and to this point he had never really had a lot of practice with her hair, so he took strands and wrapped it around the handle of the hairbrush, hoping to curl it. Unwrapping the first bundle revealed a loose curl, only a little more obvious than the girl's natural curls, however it didn't stay very long.

Despite that, Jay kept going all the way around until there was a set of very loose curls.

The moment Jay finished, Macie spun her head back around to face him. "What's the surprise?" She asks again, curiosity beaming on her features.

Jay smirks. "You'll see," he responds and that seems to only fuel Mae's interest. "I'm gonna go into the kitchen again and finish getting the surprise ready, you stay in here and watch Toy Story." He tells her.

Macie nods and takes a gulp from her bottle, inhaling the contents like it was air and Jay feels his heart clamp slightly because she had been so desperate for a drink, but the lack of sleep had her crash so hard without having the chance.

Jay takes back off into the kitchen, getting a pot set on the stove to warm up the soup. While that was heating up he set the table, getting out two of the plates reserved for the holidays, placing them in their usual spots at the table. He lit the candles and made sure they were far enough away from Mae's seat she wouldn't be able to pull them over or burn herself, stirring the soup every once in a while. Once that was done, he served it in the bowls and set them on the table, popping a few slices of bread in the toaster to give Macie's soup time to cool down enough. A few minutes later, the toast was set on the table too and it was complete.

Jay called for Macie and he heard Toy Story come to pause before the sound of Macie's quick footsteps ran down the hall closer to the kitchen.

Mae opened the door and paused, looking at the table. "Wow!" She exclaimed, running up for a closer look.

Jay put his hand out to stop her before she sat on her chair. "Be careful, there's candles, those will hurt if they fall."

Macie bobs her head and then knits her eyebrows together. "Is this the surprise?" She wonders.

"Uh-huh," he replies, Macie breaking out in a grin. "It's a Macie-Daddy date. Just the two of us. You like it?"

"Yeah!" She shouts, jumping up and down.

Jay chuckles at the excitement prior to helping her into her chair. He tucked it under the table for her. "Would you like another drink?" He questions, noting the almost empty bottle in her hand.

"Yes please."

Jay takes the bottle back from her and fills it up, this time with just water, taking it back to Macie. He then sits down and helps her with her first spoon of the soup to make sure she didn't spill it down herself so early on.

After a quiet minute, Macie looks back up at Jay. "Thank you, Daddy, I love this," she says, bringing a smile onto Jay's lips. "This the best birthday ever."

"I'm glad, kiddo. Happy birthday." Jay replies softly, his heart warm at the fact that this had turned Mae's birthday around.

Four… Where did the time go? He asks himself in his head as he watches her successfully get the spoon into her mouth without spilling a drop, and he chuckles again when she cheers at the accomplishment.

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castieltrash1 · 3 years

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tati this is so embarrassing but could u do ron weasley x reader where he's taking care of them while they're drunk or high x_x

→ recreational drug (weed) use, prefect!ron, gender-neutral reader ♡ ur never embarrasing to me love!! i adore this concept :’)

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You took another hit of the carefully crafted joint, the effects building quickly in your relaxed system. A group of Hufflepuffs had concocted the perfect mixture of herbs -- ones you couldn’t remember the name of anymore -- and you were the most at ease you’d been all year. Even with the Gryffindor common room spinning into a red and gold blur, you didn’t have a negative bone in your body.

Ron snorts from his place on the velvet couch, and pats the cushion next to him: “C’mon, before you topple over.” Without arguing, you plop beside your blushing boyfriend, the crude weed leaving its mark on his tinted cheeks. Normally, he’d be a puddle of mush by now -- Dante’s definition of sloth -- but he’d paced himself tonight. For once, he wanted to take care of you, instead of the other way around.

“You think someone’s gonna catch us?” you whisper, though your voice was much more of a half-hushed yell, something Ron couldn’t help but smile at. “S’lot of smoke.. And stuff…”

He looks down at the roll that threatens to fall from between your fingers, silently pulling it from your grasp before you drop it. “No, I don’t think so, love.” If someone did, there was very little they’d be able to do. He wasn’t the best Prefect -- certainly no Percy -- but he let his peers get away with more than he should’ve, and ratting him out wouldn’t bode well for them.

“Ok, I trust you...” you trail off, with a lazy grin. A few seconds passed before you confusedly glanced down at your empty hands, Ron wordlessly giving you back the blunt. You happily lean against his shoulder and he watches you inhale, lashes fluttering as you melt deeper and deeper into his embrace. He’d never admit it, but he cherished moments like this -- when you relied on him, no matter how mundane the situation.

“You just sleep, ok?” Ron asks, with enough gentle sternness in his voice to inform you it was more of an indirect suggestion. Normally, you’d tease him long enough to watch the tips of his ears burn, but now you could only nod against his arm, and let him pull one of the old quilted blankets over you.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of his hands against yours, easing the herb back into his waiting palm.

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drabble time!! xx

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curly-bangtan · 4 years

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Heatwave Drabble #6: lovesick

(sorry i had to insert these gifs. if this isn’t the taehyung you’re imagining for heatwave, you’re unfortunately wrong.)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! :)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: You fall feverishly ill one morning, and the responsibility of looking after you falls onto Taehyung’s lap. Of course, there wouldn’t be a problem with that at all if the both of you weren’t so confused about your feelings for each other.

Genre: drabble, fluff, crack, little angst, fwb au, roommate au, f2l

Warnings: tsundere!y/n being bratty as usual, boyfriend but not ur boyfriend!taehyung who all our hearts belong to, “I love you so much” (I feel like that should be a warning lol), maybe confession who knows

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: It’s been over a month holy shit. But VOILA! Enjoy the calm before the storm and try not to bust a lung from all these feelings running wild. (requested by my bb @taexxxiiaa.)

Taehyung should have known something was wrong with you when you didn’t protests against him slipping into your room last night and crawling beneath your covers.

Usually, you would at least act like you don’t want him there, complain about his invasion with that trademark eye roll of yours, before snuggling back to his warmth, ass conveniently wiggling onto his poorly-hidden boner. His hands would quickly find your hips, one of them creeping under your shirt to cup your breast, lips latched onto the cradle of your neck. And before either of you knew it, he would be inches deep inside you, both still dressed because impatience and neediness gave way, and shedding of clothing isn’t necessary during copulation anyway.

But last night, all you did was hum a pleasant sigh at his arrival, eyes not even opening as you pull his arm tighter around your waist. Taehyung fell asleep beside you within minutes.

You have been feeling slightly under the weather lately, sniffly nose and funky throat. Most do in the harsh winds of January where winter has still yet to defrost into the floral bloom of spring. But when Taehyung had so much as mentioned the possibility of you maybe having a wee bit of a cold, you had been passionately adamant that you - you - are not one of those commonfolk who catches colds from a slight breeze.

“Do I look like a peasant to you?” You had scoffed in utter dismay at his proposition. The audacity! “I don’t get sick this easily, certainly not before you do. My immune system is superior and that’s a fact.”

However, you are soon to be haunted by your own words because what is a fact is that you are currently shivering in bed beside Taehyung despite your immense radiation of heat, skin scalding to touch, groggy even after ample hours of sleep.

Taehyung is a lazy riser, but your state has spurred his eyes to fly open, springing upright and instantly wide awake. The sheets around you are absolutely drenched in your sweat. As you’re still in the foetal position you had fallen asleep in, he carefully turns you on your back, you hardly rousing from such commotion that would usually wake you up. You would look rather peaceful in your slumber if it weren’t for the perspiration coated all over, damp hair matted to your face, and brows occasionally drawing almost as if in pain. When he places his palm against your forehead, he curses. “Fucking shit.”

You have a fever. That’s just grand, isn’t it? You should have listened when he told you to wear more layers but no, apparently fashion matters so much more than your own health. Superior immune system his ass.

“Hey…” Taehyung nudges your shoulders gently. No response, still shivering in your sleep. “Y/N, wake up.” He prods a little harder this time but, again, to no avail. This isn’t looking good. You’re not even stirring, and he knows you’re much lighter sleeper than he is. Taking your face in his hand, he shakes your face side to side, your heat almost burning his fingers. “Baby, please…”

Nothing.

Cue the panic unleashing in his head.

You have a fucking fever, and you’re unconscious, and you’re shivering like you’re hypothermic, and your forehead feels like a fucking kettle. What the hell is Taehyung supposed to do? He doesn’t know. Of course he doesn’t fucking know. You’ve always been the one to look after him. What does he do now? Should he call the police? Wait no, the ambulance. Yes! The ambulance! This is a medical emergency for sure, it has to be!

He reaches for his phone on the bedside table.

But wait.

As his thumbs hover over his screen, he realises that he doesn’t know the number for the ambulance. Is it just the same number as the police? Holy fuck, what does he do? Why is he so incompetent, what the fuck?

“Taehug…” At the sound of your voice, soft and nasal from your blocked nose, he spins around to you, heart leaping out his chest in relief. With one eye barely open, you’ve lifted your head as much as you can, clammy hand reaching for his jumper to tug him to you.

“Oh my god, are you okay? What the fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” Wasting not a second, he dives back to your side, fingers interlocking yours in a motion that’s like second nature to him. Jeez, you’re sweaty. “How are you feeling?”

The pale absence of tint in your lips speaks for itself. Your eyes are still not fully open, or more like they can’t be. You regard Taehyung with a slightly confused expression. “Burning. My head is killing me.” It’s barely even a whisper. Taehyung’s heart aches. It aches more knowing just how much pain you must be in to forget your pride and admit your vulnerability out loud. You never do that. Not even that time you fell over on the ice-skating rink and broke your wrist, yet insisted it had hurt no more than a bruise, even though Taehyung had seen how much you were wincing when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Ah, okay, fuck. I don’t know what to do, Y/N. What do you need? Water? Ice packs? Ibuprofen? Are you hungry? Do you want some cereal?” Taehyung is duly aware of how much he currently resembles a concerned mother fussing over her sick child, but he doesn’t care. He’ll be mother hen if he has to.

“Shh… Too loud, Taehub…” Laboriously lifting your arm as if it weighs two tonnes, you silence him with a finger to his mouth. And he shuts up immediately. He shouldn’t, given the circumstances, but he savours your touch as your finger slides down his bottom lip when your arm drops. “Water, please.”

And like that, Taehyung is sprinting to the kitchen for a cool glass of water for you, ignoring the cold that slaps at his bare feet. He has never looked after a sick person before, this is all very nerve-wracking and stressful for him. He is so fast that he arrives back to you with only half the contents of the glass still contained, the rest spilled during his hurried journey.

Taehyung finds you sat up, looking a little more awake than half a minute ago but no more alive. Your hair is tangled the way it always is in the morning, and your face is puffy the way fluffy pancakes rise - the same way that makes Taehyung want to kiss you all over and tell you how much he likes pancakes and he likes you. But god bless, you’re just sat there, spaced out, staring off at the sloth drawings of your bed sheets, you poor thing.

Something clenches in Taehyung from how you kind of light up when you notice his approach, eyes twinkling and corners of your mouth turning up ever so subtly.

“Here.” He breathes, now especially weary of his volume so not to disrupt you. You jump at the cold that’s pressed on your lips, and take the glass from him as he perches by the bed next to you. Not that there was much to begin with, but you down the water like you do with vodka shots during happy hour. “Better?”

With a great sigh, you shut your eyes and shake your head. “No. I feel like we’re in a furnace, and someone is hammering my head.” There is something very gentle about your voice that Taehyung does not recognise at all. It’s soft, shy even, the completely opposite from the way you normally speak. And from the babyish way your lips are jutted out…

Taehyung doesn’t for a second doubt that the fever is frying your brain. Because your mannerism would never be this mild and soft-spoken in your right mind. You haven’t even sworn once despite the condition you’re in; that’s how he knows with absolute certainty that you’re not yourself.

Just as he is about to suggest taking you to the doctor, you pinch the material of your top and begin peeling it off. It rides up your damp skin to reveal your glistening waist. Higher. Over your ribcage. Higher. The underside swells of your breasts peeking through.

All sensible thought vacates him.

Nowadays, not much can fluster Taehyung anymore, so the attack of heat rushing to his face feels rather foreign, strangely tickling his chest. The female body is a frequent sight for him, especially yours, so this really shouldn’t faze him at all. It’s perhaps the context of this situation, how you are hardly conscious, completely vulnerable and beside yourself.

“Stop.” He catches the material of your rising shirt in your hand. You look at him with a cocked head when you notice his prevention, cheeks red from the fever, confusion worn so genuinely that he chokes. “Fuck- Don’t look at me like that while taking your shirt off. Stop taking your shirt off, even.”

“Look at you like what?” Your voice is soft, its usual cockiness absent. Just pure innocence. It shouldn’t suit you given your typical boisterous character, but it strangely does.

“Lookingatmelikesomeinnocentfuckingkittengoddammit.” He mutters under his breath, staring at the wall to avoid that heart-ruining expression of yours as he tugs your top back down. It takes everything in him not to dwell on those perversions. God, what is wrong with him? This is so completely inappropriate.

“But it’s hot…”

At a moment of weakness, Taehyung takes a glimpse at your face and, lo and behold, immediately gets shot in the heart by your beseeching pout. Not to mention the way you’re whining…

Fuck. Taehyung is going to fucking melt.

“Okay, but don’t take off your shirt just like that. Warn me next time.” He grips onto your shirt as tightly as it takes to ground himself, fist rested on your hip. You’re his friend right now. Nothing more. Stop being a sopping melt.

“Okay, sorry. But can I at least change into new jammies? These are too stuffy.” Disgruntled, you plead, eyes wishfully wide.

Jammies? Jammies? Are you kidding him? Taehyung is this close to banging his head against the wall. Who is this person sitting in front of him right now? Because he has never, never, in his two and a half+ years of knowing you, witnessed you like this. Literally who are you?

“Um, er, okay, so- How about, I’ll let you change into some lighter clothes, then we’ll get you to the doctor. How does that sound?” He tucks your hair neatly behind your ears and pluck on your lobe endearingly.

“What? No, please, no!” You throw your hands up and groan, narrowly missing whacking him on the chin. Now, you’re infamous for your stubbornness against medical care, steadfast to your belief that one’s body is sufficient in recovering itself in most cases. No pain killers, no cough drops, no flu medicine. Taehyung theorises that you like to suffer, gives you a good boost of self esteem knowing that you can endure the pain. He knows what you’re like with your pride and ego.

But now is not the time. “Why not? You’re burning up. Don’t be so headstrong.”

“I don’t want to move.” Sniff.

“I’ll carry you.” That makes you pause.

“Taehyung, no! I don’t wanna go.” Tantrum on the brink of bubbling, as you bang your fists against the mattress and cross your arms, frowning in displeasure at him. Ah, there’s the Y/N he knows. “And you better keep your distance too, or else you’ll catch whatever I have.” Sniff.

“I’ll keep my distance if you let me take you to the doctor.” Two can play this game. Taehyung’s stubbornness isn’t to shabby himself. And though in your past arguments, he has usually always been the one to be lenient and back down, he won’t budge this time.

“Stop being fussy, or I won’t drink any water or take any medicine and-”

“Stop being a brat, or I’ll kiss you right now.”

You shut up right away. It’s hard to suppress the smirk of triumph that overcomes Taehyung. “W-What?” You stammer, visibly shying away from you.

“Did I stutter?” He dares to provoke, before swiftly leaning his face into yours.

“Dude!” Even in your sickly state, your reflexes are quick, hand immediately catching over his mouth before he could kiss you. His face stops, inches away from yours, the only barrier between you being your hand. In such proximity, he can feel the heat melting off you, radiating into his bones. Your eyes, wide and panicked. “Are you crazy? You’re going to get ill too.” Taehyung swears the heavy tint in your cheeks is only partially due to the fever. He smiles against your warm palm, making sure to pucker his lips for emphasis of his intention. You are so fun to fluster.

“Then go to the doctor.” His voice his muffled by your hand.

“You’re so stubborn, god!” Oh, the hypocrisy. “Look. The doctor can’t do anything except give me some medicine to decrease my temperature. But fever is good for the body anyway. It’s optimising the temperature for my immune cells to fight off the bugs. This is gonna pass. Stop worrying.”

Lightly, you shove his face away and slide down the bed until you’re buried neck-deep by the covers, mouth pursed in a tight, irritated pout that Taehyung finds adorable.

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem with me kissing you then, if it’s nothing to worry about.” Taehyung hovers over you, dangerously close, and you quickly cover your own mouth this time. This is a fun game, one that he knows he will win. If there is one thing that can overcome your stubbornness, it’s his own health in jeopardy. And Taehyung doesn’t even feel remotely bad for taking advantage of that.

It’s not that he wants to catch this sickness from you… But if that’s what it takes to threaten you to seek medical help, then he’ll do it a hundred times.

Plus, he misses your lips, okay? It’s a win-win situation for him: either he gets to kiss you, or you let him take you to the doctor. Genius.

For a moment, you just stare back at him, fury brewing in those eyes that are no longer hazy from the fever but ablaze with annoyance and displeasure. But he already knows what your answer will be.

“You’re a bully, Kim Taehyung, you’re a fucking bully. I’m not going to speak to you ever again.”

Taehyung chuckles and hauls you out of bed.

You sulk at the way to the hospital, not uttering a single word to Taehyung as you swore you would. He’s kind of impressed, actually. Anything he asks you, you would reply with a nod, shake, or shrug. He guesses it’s a combination of your anger and genuine fatigue and light-headedness.

When he tries to loop his arm around yours in the Uber, you let him, but look out the window as if he isn’t right beside you. Hmpf, so this is what he gets for looking after you. Fine, he can handle it.

“Are you just going to ignore my presence, baby?” The pet name is intentional, to tease you further and see if you would break your silence to tell him off.

You don’t fall for it.

Instead, you briefly turn to him, give him a daggered look that says I’ll never suck you off again, and turn back around, pretending to find the empty streets wildly interesting.

“Fine, baby girl. Suit yourself.” Taehyung catches the driver’s amused eyes in the rearview mirror. Something along the lines of: women, am I right? He smiles and rests his head on yours for the rest of the ride.

Upon arrival to the hospital, you silently storm out of the car and register at the reception. Taehyung doesn’t quite understand why you’re so mad, and what exactly you have against doctors that appears to be so personal, but he is finding this rather entertaining.

The two of you are ushered to the waiting room by a kind-looking nurse roughly of his mother’s age, the type of kind that makes you want to pour your heart out and entrust her with all your secrets.

Still not a peep from you. Though many sniffs.

“How are you feeling right now?” He asks as he sits himself down on the seat next to you. It could be wishful thinking but your eyes soften when you look at him. You throw him a thumbs down before returning to the form you are intently filling out.

You are startled when Taehyung takes your chin in his long fingers, pulls you slightly closer to him and plants his lips on your fever-heated cheek. “I’ll get you some water then.” He gets up before he can dwell too long on your reaction, the way you are completely frozen, pen nib pressed so hard on the paper that a blodge of ink has oozed out of the ballpoint. If he dwells too long, he thinks his heart might do a funny thing.

As he walks towards the water dispenser in the corner of the room, he passes the nurse again, who smiles knowingly at him as she heads towards where you are sitting, no doubt to check up on you. God, he wants to spill all his feelings to this nurse. She reminds him of his grandmother when he was young.

Taehyung returns with a cup of cool water, this one more full than the one he’d poured for you this morning. He finds you chatting quietly to the nurse, the face mask she had just handed you resting around your chin, oblivious to his approach.

“You are lucky to have such a great boyfriend, young lady. Trust me, he’s a keeper.” The nurse muses at her.

Taehyung fully expects you to scoff or choke on your own spit, stand up and yell at the clueless woman: WHAT THE FUCK, HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND. EW. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Because that has totally happened before; people tend to mistaken you two as a couple everywhere you go.

Except... You just blink at the nurse, rather blankly as if trying to comprehend her words. Then you nod.

Just nod.

The paper cup almost slips out of Taehyung’s hand.

“Love, the way he looks at you? Anyone would die to be looked at like that.” The nurse continues.

Taehyung rushes to your side before she can say more.

“Here. Water.” Clearing his throat, he hands you the cup without making any eye contact. He hopes he’s not blushing but the heat rushing to his face says otherwise. When he glances up at the nurse, she is smiling at him as if she knows exactly what is going on in his mind.

“Thanks.” You whisper.

Oh, so you’re back to speaking to him now. Is it because of what she said? When your eyes meet, something clicks. An emotional click that tells him that your annoyance towards him had been a mask for your genuine gratitude. Taehyung’s chest is fuzzy with relief.

Not long later, you are called to the doctor’s room. Taehyung sits waiting for you outside, silently pondering the nurse’s words and your lack of protest.

“Come on, Y/N, what’s the point of going to the doctors if you aren’t going to take the medicine they prescribe you?” Taehyung lets out a rumble of frustration. A bottle of water and a packet of pills clutched in one hand, he is this close to plucking his hair out.

“The point of going to the doctors was to get you not to kiss me and catch the same flu. The doctor said this virus is contagious, and could still be at this stage.” Your voice, nasal from your blocked nose, is stifled further by the face mask. Changed into a t-shirt and shorts so you don’t sweat through your clothes again - yes, the shorts, the heatwave shorts - you cross your arms and roll to the other side of the bed. Taehyung’s hand is itching to spank your ass pink.

“That means I’ll probably get ill anyway in the next few days. We literally kissed yesterday.” He points out, and it might be psychological but his head is beginning to hurt a little. Of course, he wouldn’t dare tell you or else you’d turn this around and be the one fussing over him. “Come here.”

Taehyung locks his fingers around your ankles and drags you back towards him, ignoring your feeble squeak. He gives in and smacks your butt lightly.

“Oi!” You twist around and kick the shackles of his grip off. “You dare hit the sick?! My head is killing me as it is.” Sniff.

“Oh, so you admit that you’re sick? Why don’t you take the medicine then?” Forcing you onto his lap, he wrestles your battling arms and hold them in place behind your body. In any other situation, he would be awfully turned on right now. Something about your brattiness is a kink to him.

With the rest of your face covered by the mask, your eyes are fiercely emanating your obstinate defiance. It should be a scary look, your death glare, but after this long, anything you do in Taehyung’s eyes has been reduced to animated cuteness. He feels like he’s the only one who could go up against you like this without cowering. You’ve stopped struggling against his grip now, rather sulking as you’re perched on his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate that you’re unconsciously pouting behind that mask.

“Because I promise I’m going to feel better. Medicine is for the weak. The doctor said herself that the fever will subside tomorrow! Then what’s the point of administering these extra chemicals into my body if I’m recovering on my own?” You whine.

“To help you recover better!”

“Flu medicine is a scam. You’re too gullible-”

“Do you love or care about me at all?”

You tense at his abrupt question that appears out of the blue. “Well... yeah. You-You’re my best friend. Which is why I don’t want you falling sick too, so just shoo.” You’re squirming, trying to brush off your initial surprise at his question which is all the more accentuating your bashfulness. Taehyung just wants to kiss, god dammit.

“Then don’t you know that it’s killing me to see you in pain like this? To see my best friend burning up with a fever and refusing to let me look after her? Are you seriously that cold-hearted to let me suffer like this if you claim to love and care about me?”

Yes, Taehyung is playing this game. Emotional manipulation? Yes. Probably a little bit of a dick move? Yes. But does he care as long as it does the trick? No.

“Bro, you can’t use this against me. Just let me suffer, I like to suffer, this fever feels fucking fantastic.” When he lets your wrists go, you punch his arm lightly, frowning, though he can see the tiniest spark of amusement in your pupils. Not to mention the rise in your cheeks that indicates your attempt in hiding a smile.

“Shut up and be a good girl, or I’ll kiss you right now.” Hands running up your bare legs, he tugs you closer by the hip before resting his arms around your waist. Though you’re arching away, he sees your cheeks rise even higher.

“Stop trying to kiss me.” You groan overdramatically and try to wriggle away; you would think he’s the one with the illness from how much you’re trying to get away from him. When you proceed to clamp both hands over your masked mouth, Taehyung knows he’d sooner receive the ball of your foot to his temple than be able to feel your lips at this rate.

Okay fine, different approach. “I’ll cut my hair off.”

“What? No-nO. Dude that’s not fair, what the fuck?” Your whole body falls limp in defeat in his arms as you wail. Taehyung can’t help but laugh. “Okay I will take the stupid medicine. Please don’t cut your hair.”

“Okay, good girl.” Humming against your neck, he tries to hide the smug grin of his victory. “On one more condition though.”

“Wow, you’re literally using my love for your hair as blackmail, you dick. Spit it out.” He feels your fingers sink through his long untamed curls, tips massaging his scalp like your lover. Taehyung sometimes feels like you love his hair as if it is a completely separate entity from him, like if you could marry his hair, you would.

“Let me kiss your mouth.” He looks up at you, craned neck and sheepish smile. He knows he’s being unfairly demanding, especially of someone who is ill. But it’s been over 12 hours since you have last kissed. 12 hours. Come on. He’s only human.

“Taehyung, I swear to G-” If your legs weren’t straddled around him, he knows his chest would be met with your foot.

“And I swear to God I’ll get a buzz cut.” Not even bluffing. Every other guy goes through a crisis at some point in their life and gets a god awful buzz cut. Nothing special.

“OH MY GOD- NO. BUZZCUT? NO. Okay, okay, quickly kiss me over the mask, then I’ll take the fucking meds.” The utter horror and mortification that detonates across your face has Taehyung cackling. In the back of his mind, he wonders if you’d still like him with no hair. He’s sometimes afraid that you wouldn’t. But then again, he has vomited on your face before, yet you still like him. So there’s that.

“Wait over the mask?” It just registers with him what you said.

“I’m all gross. You don’t want to kiss me on the lips anyway.” Your gaze falls as you sniffle for probably the thousandth time today, hand reaching to scratch the back of your neck but dropping it right away when you realise that it’s a nervous tick.

Taehyung sighs. “Over the mask is better than no kiss. I’ll take it.”

As his face approaches yours, he is keenly aware that you’re unwilling to meet his eyes. Cute. Soon, your eyes are level with each other, yet you only dare peer at his nose. He boops his nose to yours, breath separated only by the thin material of the mask, waiting for you to lean in.

But when you make no move to initiate it, Taehyung smiles. God, since when did you become so shy. He knows he tends to have this effect on people but since when did he turn you into a blushing, eye-avoiding mess?

He doesn’t expect much when he places his mouth over yours. The gauzy material of the mask grazes his lips, smelling like the overly-sanitised stench of hospital. So he is surprised to find something in him tingle slightly, even despite such physical obstruction of intimacy. The white fabric folds over the curve of your lips to mould with his. He feels a rush of cool from the sharp inhale through your nose.

He pulls away sooner than you want. Your expression is confused by the short duration of the kiss, so not what you expected and is used to.

“I’m sorry, that’s not going to do it for me.” Taehyung rasps. And with that, he pinches the mask down and presses fully onto your lips.

Your heat that greets him sends a surge down his spine. Jeez, you are burning. But he’s pretty sure he is too, from the way he can hear his blood pounding in his ear. You are completely static at first, frozen in place from shock of his boldness. He can wager what exactly is going on in your head. This boy. This boy has some fucking nerve.

And that is correct, he does have some fucking nerve.

But soon, you are kissing him back, probably not out of your own free will but simply from the natural instinct that overrides you when met with his lips. Nowadays, kissing each other feels like sinking into your bed after a long day at college. Comfortable, heart-warming. Kissing other people doesn’t feel half as nice, just like how no bed ever feels like your bed.

Taehyung can sense how much you’ve been longing for this as well from the low gentle vibrations of your throat as you purr. Your entire face is a few degrees hotter than it normally is, and worry is gnawing at the back of his brain almost irrationally. Because he knows that as much as you are bickering with him and acting playful, your head must be hammering. The last time he’d checked, your temperature was still 39˚C.

He has to be the one to pull away again. “You’re burning.” He watches your eyes linger on his glistening lips before glancing up. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine…” You whisper, leaning up to peck his lips several more times. There are moments where Taehyung’s heart completely clenches, like seizes. You say you don’t want to kiss him for his own good, yet here you are savouring his taste like you can’t get enough. Fuck. Taehyung is feeling things.

“Are you sure? Here, take this.” He passes you the bottle of water and packet of medication that were carelessly tossed to the side when he was busy holding you. Without protest, out of fear for the fate of Taehyung’s hair no doubt, you pop a pill out of its foil bubble. “Two pills at once, three times a day.”

“Yes, dad.” You roll your eyes and put them in your mouth, swallowing without so much of a gag.

Taehyung sucks in. “Don’t say the d-word.”

“Wh- I purposely said dad, not daddy.” Flabbergasted by his implication, you scoff and remove yourself from his lap, rolling back under the covers until no more than a burrito with your face peeking out. “I can’t believe you are even thinking about that, nympho.” Sniff again, though you make no effort to put your mask back up.

“Hey, I’ve been so good, I was just warning you! That’s a triggering word for me.” Taehyung joins you under the cool duvet. “You have absolutely zero right to call me a nympho. Do I have to remind you of the time you called me out of my lecture so we could fuck in the toilets in the middle of a school day? Or that time in the library-”

“Shhh. I’m ill, my memory is a little hazy.” You smile, rather wholesomely, at him.

Sometimes, when he looks at you, he can look through the narrow windows of your ego and view the persona that lie within. Just a girl who loves kisses and cuddles and making bad decisions at 3am.

And maybe a girl who loves him.

You fall asleep fairly quickly after the medication. One would have thought that would give Taehyung plenty of time to make use of his day, maybe start an abstract painting or finish his coursework due in a week and a half. But nope.

Taehyung has discovered that he has an extremely irrational fear of you being sick. He simply couldn’t stop himself from going into your room every 15 minutes, making sure that you’re still breathing and placing cold towels on your sweat-beaded forehead to help your temperature drop. You are in deep sleep, shallow breaths, no eye movement. He may have snuck in a few cheek kisses just to check if you’re really asleep, and you were. He still kissed you a bit more anyway.

After a whole evening of restlessness, he finally decides to give up and go to bed. He debates sleeping with you, just for his own peace of mind, but you probably want your own space anyway.

So, after brushing his teeth and changing into his so-called jammies - he will give you shit for that once you feel better - he quietly creeps into your room one last time with a fresh towel. With soundless steps, he perches lightly on the edge of your bed, eyes adjusting to the pitch darkness.

This time, you wince slightly at the cold wetness of the towel, rousing, but not completely conscious.

“Taehyung?” Your voice is incredibly hoarse, barely a croak, so he scrambles for your bottle of water and feeds it to you.

“Hey, it’s me.” He murmurs softly, and resumes wiping your forehead gently.

“Wh… are you do..g here?” Incoherent syllables indicate how you’re mostly still asleep.

“Looking after my baby. I’ll go to bed and leave you to rest soon.”

When your hand abruptly flies up and clamps around his, Taehyung jumps. You’re freezing. “No. Don’t go, please.”

His mind doesn’t know what to respond to first, your sudden cold sweats, or your request for him to stay. His chest squeezes. “I- H- You’re freezing, Y/N.”

“I know, but please stay.” In the dark, Taehyung can only barely make out the shape of your face and see that your eyes are still shut. Maybe you’re dreaming.

Please stay.

“Okay, don’t worry, of course I’ll stay. But just please tell me how you’re feeling?” He climbs in at the other side of the bed and presses his palm on your neck. Your temperature regulation is fucked up by this fever. Seeing you like this makes something in him crack.

“Finenowthatyou’rehere.” You snuggle up to his chest and mumble into his hoodie, already beginning to fall back into heavy slumber.

Chest squeeze, again.

Taehyung feels his own heart pounding. These words of endearment are rare from you; he’s going to hold on to them for as long as he can. He plants a kiss on your forehead. “Of course I’m here. I’m always here.”

He is such a sap, he knows, a hopeless fool. But you’re his missing part, he feels it in his bones. He hopes that he’s yours too.

Then you mutter something inaudible into his chest. The iciness of your touch flails his back as your hands reach beneath his hoodie to hold him tighter. There’s something about the way the scene is set, how you’re delirious from your fever, clinging onto him in complete darkness of your room. Taehyung’s emotions are flooding.

“What was that?”

“I love you so much, Taehyung.”

His brain short-circuits entirely. It just switches off.

Love

You

Much,

Taehyung.

Words that he’d never expected to hear from you, not tonight, not any time in the near future, and certainly not unprovoked like this, utterly at your own accord.

Then his brain turns itself back on again, and is instantly swept away by the chaos that breaks out. “W... What do you mean by that?” He needs to know that he’s interpreting this correctly and rather than hearing what he wants to hear.

“Mmmm...” You groan sleepily. Taehyung shouldn’t take this too seriously right? You’re not even in your right mind. Your head is still buried in him, inhaling his scent like he is your oxygen. “You know what I mean. I just mean I love you a lot more than I love myself.” Sniff. “I love you big and tall and wide. I love you and only you, that’s it.”

I love you a lot more than I love myself. I love you big and tall and wide. I love you and only you, that’s it.

Taehyung feels a sting in his eye, what the fuck.

He isn’t moving. He doesn’t think he can. And so you just lay there in each other’s arms, in complete silence, but also not silence because you had just declared your love for him and all his thoughts are screaming.

What the fuck is ‘I love you big and tall and wide’? He fucking loves you big and tall and wide too.

Okay. Okay. Let’s stay calm.

No. He loves you.

He has loved you for a very long time, and a part of him has always known. It’s you. It’s always you. The way you met. The way you found each other. The way everything fell in place in his life after you. It’s fate. It’s all fate. And it’s all you. Because Taehyung is not a violent person by any means, but he would kill for you, he would do anything for you. It scares him.

And that’s just the funny way that love works. A lot of the times, it is standing right there in front of you, waving its hands and shouting for you attention. And you dismiss it at first because you mistake it for friendship, even though there’s an inkling in you that has considered the possibility that it’s more than that. So you go about your life, day by day with this person who you love but don’t know you love yet, collecting your little moments together into a heart-shaped glass jar without realising it. Until one day you look at the jar and see that it’s completely full.

His heart is full. His heart is full of you.

He doesn’t know what to do or what that means. He isn’t even sure of his own feelings, whether it is a heat of the moment confusion, or a cauldron of bubbling emotions at the brim of spillage.

But no, he is sure.

He knows that he loves you. He knows it.

Because why else would nothing boil his blood more than the sight of you in the arms of someone else? Why else would nothing hurt more than seeing you in pain like this? Why else would nothing bring him more joy than simply sitting next to you, being able to touch you, making you laugh? And why else would it feel like he can spend the rest of forever just looking at you, memorising your details while you play with his hair that you love so much?

He loves you.

It is perhaps the darkness that gives him such courage, because he gathers himself and says, “I love you. So fucking much, I love you, Y/N. I thought I knew what love was before you, I thought I was happy and content with my life. But now, I can’t even remember what I was like without you. Because that guy wasn’t me. I’m not me without you. And I love you. I entirely belong to you. And I love you.

“I love you a lot more than I love myself. I love you big and tall and wide. I love you and only you, that’s it.”

And it’s like a weight has been lifted off his chest. His insides aren’t twisted into knots anymore. Suddenly, he can see with such clarity. In the dark, he only sees you.

He sees you fast asleep against his chest. Arms looped around his waist in a way that makes him never want to leave his bed.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and exhales. Maybe from relief.

You are asleep. You hadn’t heard.

Yes, he is definitely relieved. He doesn’t think he’s ready to face the consequences of his feelings yet if he had really just poured his heart out to you. You probably didn’t mean it that way anyway; he is overthinking.

But the ‘I love you so much, Taehyung.’ The heartfelt passion in your voice could not have been his imagination.

So, with a great sigh, he makes use of the fact that you’re asleep to rehearse it a few more times.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

02/02/19

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Princess!reader luring virgin crownprince!Justin into the woods, to have a little make out session. Out of nowhere two orcs step into their way. Sweet Justin steps in front of reader ready to protect her, knowing he doesn't stand a chance against them. When the taller orc starts stepping closer to them, Justin starts screaming at him to not come closer. The orc just starts laughing and says "heard that Lee? Little prince doesn't want us to come closer. Thinks he can protect the princess. Sweetheart why don't you come here to finally give us a kiss, we are waiting". Tears slowly start to run down his chubby cheeks as reader goes over to the two orcs and gives them a messy kiss. Justin starts questioning what’s going on, to which Lee just replies “It’s been so long since Robert and I had a virgin ass and our sweet wife wanted to change that, so she decided to gift us to our anniversary a virgin, you. Now be good and you may last longer than the last one”.

YES BESTIE

Afternoon Delight

Warnings: Monster'fucking', Dark!Orc!Lee, Dark!Orc! Robert, Dark! Princess!Reader, Aged Up!Justin (Always, of course), threats of violence, kissing, heavyish petting, implied future noncon

Justin was so sweet, it bled from his pores and soul. You could taste it on your tongue as you traced his lips. His own nervous fingers trailed over the delicate embroidery on your bodice, never quite touching you enough. It was a glorious afternoon for a bit of fun and mischief, convincing your betrothed to go wandering with you was simple.

He pressed more firmly into the tree you leaned against, his hips trying to catch against yours. The tug at his hair made him whimper, another sweet thing about the prince. The noises he made like a desperate, needy, lost thing. Truly he seemed innocent of everything. You were even his first kiss.

You opened your eyes when you heard them. There was a twig snapped, or rustling of leaves. The forest was a loud place, so when quiet descended you knew they were near. Lee's grunt sounded first.

Justin broke the kiss with a gasp and quickly turned around, guarding your modesty. He looked up at the orc with fear, but stood his ground.

"Do-Don't come any closer," his voice shook so much you could hide your giggle.

"Hear that Robert? Don't come any closer," Lee laughed, clutching his round belly.

His head whipped around as he looked for the second orc, but you knew Robert. How he liked to play games of hide and seek. Suddenly you were ripped from behind Justin and crashed into a hard, fuzzy chest. Your fingers curled into the large hand around your waist.

"You know I like to see everything up close and personal." Robert's other hand moved to your neck tilting your head further back. "Now what do you say?"

"You win, husbands."

Justin's spluttering turned to harsh gasp as Robert drove his thick tongue into your mouth. Finally some pleasure.

"You gonna gimme a kiss too now, sugar?"

You smiled, almost wickedly, as you sauntered up to Lee and tugged him down by a tusk. You took charge of the kiss, letting your tongue dance with his before pulling away, a line of drool connecting you together.

"Can I watch you open your present, husbands?"

Justin had gone white as a sheet, his back now pressed up against the tree. A tear slipped down his round cheek, making Robert chuckle. His mouth kept opening like he had questions, but no sound escaped.

"You keep up this pretty little act, your highness, you gonna have our girl thinking we can't perform right." Lee spun you around just as Robert wrapped his fingers around the Prince's neck. "I want his mouth first. Need to have him crying around my dick while he swallows my cum."

Another whimper, this time laced with fear and so much more intoxicating dribbled out of Justin's mouth.

"Now you be as loud as you can while we break in this whore, show your betrothed just how you hate us, and maybe if she likes you, she'll keep you." Robert jerked and Justin fell to his knees.

"Princess..."

"Can I touch myself while I watch?" You ignore him, throwing looks at Robert and Lee.

"I wanna see that pussy dripping by the time we are done with this, whore."

#sloth asks #xcaptain winterx #sloths drabble drop #princess!reader #lee bodecker x reader #robert pronge x reader #justin capshaw x reader #tw dark fic #tw noncon #tw violence #sloth monsterfucking

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tinabean37 · 4 years

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Ring Ring

I saw this meme today, and this Henry drabble popped in my head, and I had to get it out. It made me so happy writing this story. Please leave your feedback. It gives me life!

Summery: Your date unexpectedly meets your son

Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst, Henry playing with kids fluff...I think that is it?

Word Count: 1235 (Oops)

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Secrets suck. You knew that, but even still, you had been keeping a big one from your new beau. You had been seeing Henry for a few months now, but you were already falling over that beautiful edge. You had a relationship that could make even the best rom-com movie jealous. You met at the grocery store, both reaching for the same melon. You’ve been on multiple dates and even a few nights at his place, but you strategically have kept him away from yours. Your reason? Your 3-year-old son.

It’s not that you thought Henry was bad with kids, because he wasn’t. He was great with them. And you knew he wanted a brood of his own one day. He mentioned it to you on date 3. But taking on someone else’s child was different. And it was more then just you were afraid of how he would react if he knew you had a kid already. You also wanted to wait until you knew it was right to introduce them. That had always been your rule, as to not let your son get attached to just anyone. So to that end, Henry had never been to your house

But today was an exception. Your son was with his dad for the night. Henry kept throwing out hints that he would love to see where you lived and try some takeaway near to you. You thought tonight would be perfect. So here you were, rushing around like you were in a race, trying to put away all things that yelled “toddler”. The last of the toys were deposited in his room right as the doorbell rang. You took a deep breath, straightened your hair and clothes, and headed for the door. When opened, you were greeted by Henry’s 1000 watt smile, and a bottle of wine.

“Y/n, you look stunning.” He commented as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips. You wrapped him in a welcoming hug. He made you yelp, and giggle when he lifted you off the ground, while you were still clinging to him, and headed inside with you in full sloth-mode around his neck. He put you down just inside the entryway, and you snuck in another kiss.

“Welcome to my little piece of heaven.” You joked as you took the wine, and headed into the kitchen. “It’s not much. It’s not a movie stars home. But it’s mine.”

“It’s perfect for you. It’s exactly how I pictured it would be.” You sent him your warmest smile and pointed to a cabinet over your head. Thank goodness he was so tall and could reach the wine glasses without a stool. You poured the wine, decided on pizza, and settled down on the couch to wait for the food. Casually flipping through the movies to find something to watch, the doorbell rang. Confused, as it felt too soon for the pizza to be there, you excused yourself and headed to see who it was. And when you opened the door, your heart fell to your feet.

“Mama!” your son shouted excitedly, and reached for you from his dad’s arms. You smiled and lifted your son into a hug as you glared at your ex.

“What are you guys doing here? You were supposed to have him tonight. I have plans, and someone over.”

“Yeah, well, something came up for me. I can’t have him tonight.” You couldn’t believe it. What were you going to do now? You sat your son down in the foyer with a few toys, as you stepped to the side to talk with his father. You didn’t want him to see you fight.

“I’m sorry something came up, but it’s your night with him. I have a date in the living room.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to figure something out, aren’t you?” And with a wave and a quick kiss to your son, he was gone. You looked at your little boy, playing with some little noisy toy, and sighed. Well, I guess we’re doing this, you said to yourself.

“Hey, sweetie. Let’s go meet one of mommy’s friends, huh?” He grabbed your hand, while still holding on to his toy with the other, and followed you to the living room doorway. You sat your son down again, so you could go in ahead to explain things to Henry. With a steadying breath, you headed in. When he saw you his face lit up, which made yours drop a little. There was no going back from this.

“So that wasn’t pizza at the door?” he asked innocently?

“No, it wasn’t. But Hen, we gotta talk about something.” The room felt stifling then as if trying to choke the words back down your throat. “Hen, I haven’t been 100% honest with you.” He looked at you confused, and almost hurt, which made your heart clench. “There is someone else in my life. I have a…” Before you could finish your sentence, your son, impatient of waiting alone, toddled in with a fake telephone in his hand, loudly yelling “Ring Ring!” as he made his way over to Henry. Your breath caught in your throat, as he looked from your son, to you, then back to your son. Without missing two beats, Henry held out his hand and took the toy from your son. He held it up to his ear, and you couldn’t help but smile at how comical and tiny it looked in his big hands.

“Hello? Who is this? Oh yes, I know your Mama. She’s real pretty, isn’t she?” Your son began to giggle as the stranger played along. He ran over to you and hugged your legs. “Ok, I got it. I’ll give him the phone back.” Henry reached out his big hand and handed the little phone back to your son, who excitedly put it to his ear, and walked away jibber jabbing on the call.

“As I started to say, I have another man in my life. My son, Ethan.”

“He’s a good looking boy. Takes after his mom.” You couldn’t help the blush that crept on your face. “Why didn’t you tell me about him before?”

“I really like you Henry, and in my past experience, things usually end pretty quickly when the men I’m seeing find out there is someone else in my life competing for my attention. I didn’t want that to happen to us.” Henry patted the space beside him for you to sit, and when you did, he wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders.

“I really like you too y/n. And nothing is sexier to me than seeing a woman really embrace being a mother. This only makes me want you more, not less.” You rested your head on his shoulder, and discreetly wiped away the tears that had formed. Just then, your son cane back in the room, the phone still in his hand, and held it out to Henry once more. “Now if you excuse me, I need to take this call.” He put the little phone back to his ear to play along. You watched your two boys interact with a smile on your face, and a swelling in your chest. You silently kicked yourself for not telling Henry sooner, and you decided, this is how you could spend every day for the rest of forever.

#henry cavill #HenryCavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill kids

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junjungsunwoo · 3 years

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What Makes Us Sinners? | Collab Call

header credits to @kvydence!

This is an WayV collab!!

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whatissleepeven · 4 years

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Even If We're Betrayed by Destiny Itself (Obey Me! Drabble)

Thunder rumbled outside of the House of Lamentation, a crash of lightning following closely after and briefly lighting the sky.

Beel watched the sudden fat raindrops hit the windows, increasing in intensity until he could barely see the outside world anymore. It was currently 11:00pm on a Saturday, and he had found some leftover sushi from dinner to munch on before the sudden storm rolled in.

"Belphie's probably fast asleep..." He murmured to himself, remembering how his twin brother was practically cocooned in his blankets with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Tonight's gonna be a good one," the Avatar of Sloth had said sleepily before rolling over and clocking out for the night. Beel at the time was confused on what he meant, but now that he saw the storm he realized what the other was talking about.

Sometimes, I swear my brothers use magic.

A creak in the living room made him pause. He knew Levi was usually up, but his older brother rarely left his room at this time. Everyone else preferred to sleep in, but even Beel had to admit that there was a certain charm to having the House to yourself.

He walked over to the entryway and poked his head into the living room. Sure enough, the fireplace was lit and someone was nodding off on the sofa.

Beel finished eating, washing his hands and padding over to grab the blanket Mammon had haphazardly thrown onto the chair, making a conscious effort to keep his footsteps quiet as he rounded to the front of the sofa.

Honestly, it shocked him a bit to see Lucifer curled against the armrest, tucked away into the corner of the sofa; if Beel didn't know better, Lucifer was just lounging to anyone who passed by.

The dark bags underneath his eyes, tinged with the slightest bit of red at the corners, tipped him off.

He gently draped the blanket over Lucifer's body, his expression turning into one of worry. What could have possibly shaken the usually unflappable Lucifer? Mammon's debts? Asmo's spending sprees? Did you get into trouble again?

...Or is it -

Lucifer shifted, bringing the blanket closer to himself and settling in with a pleased hum, and Beel couldn't help the warm smile that formed at the sight. Whatever the problem was, they could tackle it together as a family.

I'm supposed to be his bodyguard, after all.

He frowned, his stomach growling at him to grab something else from the kitchen. That was in the past, though, and Lucifer was plenty capable of protecting himself. He used to be the Morning Star, an angel who shined brightly and seemed practically untouchable. Why would he even need a bodyguard in the first place?

- So that they had a way of subjugating him if he ever got out of hand, and that something like the Fall wouldn't happen. You were their contingency plan, and you failed. You failed both them, and your family.

"That's quite the expression you have on your face, Beel."

Beel blinked, eyes widening as he quickly located the source. Lucifer was sitting up, the blanket slipping off his shoulders and pooling around his waist as his crimson eyes shone with-...with something.

Beel shook his head, glancing him over. "It's not like you to be out here at this hour."

"Is it, now?" Lucifer's voice had an amused lilt to it, the elder brother patting the cushion beside him. "Sit down."

Beel stepped back with a frown. "I was gonna head back to my roo- "

Lucifer's gaze pierced him. "Sit."

Beel took a hesitant seat next to him, keeping his sight on his hands and on the ground as he rested his arms on his thighs.

Lucifer turned to face him. "Were you up for one of your nightly scavenges?"

Beel nodded. "Yeah. I saw the rain coming down hard; I don't think it'll let up until the afternoon tomorrow."

Lucifer made a noise of agreement, and all was silent for a few minutes. Beel wondered if he could leave, because like always he and his brothers had a bad habit of dancing around a touchy subject or outright ignoring it completely -

"I had a dream. About...About the Celestial Realm."

Beel's eyes snapped over to him in shock. Lucifer merely settled back into the sofa, letting out a short breath as he looked up at the ceiling.

The Avatar of Pride kept talking. "We were happy there. We were whole. All of you had such bright smiles on your faces back then, but now..."

- Oh.

Oh.

He could see where this was going.

"I think...I think we're happy here, too." Beel interrupted, feeling rather than seeing Lucifer's gaze trail over to him. "It's different from the Celestial Realm, but everyone still has fun. We're - We're still a family."

The last part came out less certain than he wanted it to. Lucifer picked up on it too, if him suddenly leaning forward to get a better look at his face was anything to go by.

Beel kept going, his hunger replaced by something softer, bittersweet. "I don't regret following you here, either. We stick together."

"Are you saying that because you want to, or because you feel the need to?"

Beel blinked up at him. Lucifer's gaze softened, a change so subtle that it was hard to notice. "Beel, what you say certainly makes me feel more at peace with my decisions, but your words seem to cause you pain. As your older brother, it is my duty to help you through this."

Beel didn't bother pointing out the irony of that statement. He was too wrapped up in his guilt thoughts, drawing a conclusion that hit him with the force of a hundred freight trains.

Why was I born if I couldn't even properly perform my role as Lucifer's bodyguard?

Is that all my existence amounts to? Does...Does that make me a failure?

"Beel."

Gloved hands cupped his face, turning his head to the side. Lucifer's own concerned face was a bit blurry, warping slightly from the warm liquid that pooled at his eyes, and wait why was there pressure there in the first place? He was fine a second ago, he needs to be fine -

"Is this how you've felt this entire time?"

Beel raised a hand to wipe the tears away, cheeks red with shame. Judging by Lucifer's reaction, he must've let slip what was on his mind ever since he found the older brother sleeping on the couch. He didn't mean for it to happen; he was supposed to be the Hungry Sixth Born, the one who focused on nothing but what to eat for his next meal. "...Yeah. Sorry about that."

"There's nothing to apologize for, Beel." Lucifer wiped a couple of tears away himself, and Beel marvelled at how caring he was again. He knew that it was thanks to your hard work, helping patch things up between the broken family and sewing it into something wonderfully new, and made a mental note to share some of his food with you during breakfast tomorrow.

"It's true though, isn't it?"

Lucifer removed his hands, eyes widening at his words. Beel was thankful for the lack of tears this time, his voice a bit shaky but overall stable enough to get his words across. "I was created with the intention of protecting you, but we still ended up here."

He couldn't even perform a simple task, for crying out loud, much less the only one he had. Their Father was surely laughing at him even after all of the centuries that have passed since the Fall, pointing out the irony of the protector turning into the protected.

Fate had seen fit to give him a clear role, but Fate also led him to utterly fail, even going as far as to take his sister away from his family due to one simple decision he made. It was a moment he would never forget; it was like a knife was plunged into his heart, cruelly twisting farther and farther as it ripped him to shreds the second Lilith's screams of agony pierced the air.

"Look at me." Lucifer's commanding tone seeped back into his voice, and Beel had no choice but to obey.

"No one faults you for what occurred back then. It took a irritatingly persistent human to point it out, but we cannot remain stuck in the past for the rest of our lives; we must move forward. What happened was painful, and will continue to be painful, but not once did I think of you as a failure.

"This merely means that your role isn't to be my guardian; it's to be my loveable younger brother."

To be...just a younger brother...?

Beel gaped at him. Was...Was that even an option? There was still so much he needed to do to help, and he was made to be both a shield and a prison for Lucifer (though he quickly discarded any and all thoughts associated with the latter, because he loved Lucifer too much to do that to him). "But - "

A finger flicked his forehead. "No buts. Nothing short of an affirmation will satisfy me."

Beel held a hand to the stinging spot, averting his gaze to the sofa cushions. This was new, this was weird, but if Lucifer said it was okay then... "Okay. I'll do my best."

Lucifer's lips twitched into a ghost of a smile. "Good. Now come here."

Beel shifted closer as Lucifer beckoned him over, letting out a noise of surprise as he was pulled into a half hug.

"We rebelled precisely because we wanted things to change. Change isn't merely external; the most impactful are the ones that come from within. What matters the most is that we always stay true to ourselves, even if the entire world is against us."

Being in Lucifer's hold was...nice. Beel could feel his eyes dropping, threatening to close shut as he mumbled. "...Even if Fate stands in our way?"

Lucifer used his free hand to skillfully adjust the blanket so that it also enveloped Beel, staring into the flickering flames in the fireplace. Beel's breathing had evened out relatively quickly; the time and the sudden tears must've exhausted him.

His eyes softened into a gentle look as he glanced at his sleeping brother.

"Even if we are betrayed by destiny itself."

And if you found them the next morning wrapped up in a single blanket and leaning against each other, the other brothers having joined them sometime after and sleeping against them, you would never tell another soul.

...

Well, except for Simeon and Diavolo, who you immediately sent pictures to.

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obeyme-life · 4 years

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HC/Drabble: Belphie x MC - Forgiveness - for @ineedmyemotionalsupportdemon

Belphie had expected a lot of things when he threatened your life. Retaliation, hatred, maybe even a corpse. But what he never expected was what he got: forgiveness.

Staring into your eyes, his teeth bared, his demon form on full display, he expected darkness and fury, then blankness, then sleep. What he saw was tenderness and questions.

Your hand reached out to him, an unfamiliar feeling and yet a darkly familiar image, and he found his grip slipping away as he backed up, bringing his hands to his chest defensively. His face read hurt, confusion, anger, betrayal, embarrassment... All things you were familiar with. Lilith had reached out to him with such tenderness... And now you were too. He couldn't save one of you... But he could save the other.

"It's... Okay." You breathed out, dropping to your knees—they were too shaky to hold you up any longer. From the floor you looked up at the demon, seeing a hurt boy and not the monster he seemed to think you would. And seeing yourself too.

"Belphegor..." His name on your lips shocked him out of his stunned staring. "It's okay. I forgive you."

His brow furrowed in annoyance and confusion. "You what? I just tried to fucking kill you, MC." Seeing your determined eyes he sighed in a heavy exhale, letting his back hit the wall and sliding down to a seated position on the floor, one knee up with his arm resting on it as his eyes bored holes into you. His tail whipped in an agitated manner much like a cat as he gave you that guarded look.

"I forgive you. I get it. I... I've been in your shoes. I've hurt people dear to me when I didn't mean to. I've been too late to save people I loved. I... Regret it. I wish I could change it. But it's too late to take it back now. So I get it... And I forgive you. You've been through a lot."

Belphie stared for so long you started to wonder if the Avatar of Sloth had fallen asleep with his eyes open. But then he spoke, his head drooping in guilt as he shifted from his demon form. Pulling his other knee up now he hugged his legs to his chest, his insecurity showing fully for you. He trusted you. Your words were genuine.

"MC... How could you possibly forgive someone for trying to end your life? You could be dead. Do you not understand that, you stupid human?" He asked, his face still serious and seriously confused, but his words lacking malice.

As your eyes shifted away and your fingers trembled almost unnoticeably, he found himself hooked on that soft almost-whisper that was coming from your lips. "... There are... things worse than death..."

Something snapped in Belphie then. Something new. Or maybe just unnoticed. Something reminiscent of his sister's warmth towards humans... But so much stronger. He'd crossed the room before you could blink, gripping your arms as he stared into your eyes. There was a new depth to them... A light.

"Who hurt you MC? I can't take back what I've done, but I can at least try to atone for that particular sin... I don't know what kind of crazy you are to forgive me but... I'll show you that I deserve it. I'll show you that I can change." Pulling you into his chest now, the very hands that had nearly squeezed the life from you now caressed your hair gently.

"Maybe... We don't need to forgive ourselves if we can forgive each other...?"

SORRY I HOPE THIS IS OKAY MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BREAK FOR SWEET BELPHIE

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fic-ify · 3 years

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Pocket Beel! (part 1 of 2)

This was supposed to be done a week ago. It was also only supposed to be a drabble. One week and 6k words later it is exactly neither of those things. I am so sorry. I was going to look back and edit through it but I got tired of looking at it so here we are. Please forgive. I’ll post the second half later today!

Thank you to @thatfanfictionchick for encouraging me to write this and @boxbusiness ‘s amazing Pocket Beel art for inspiring it. (if you haven’t seen it yall should) I hope I did your talent justice.

Warnings: None, it’s very fluffy. Slight language? Maybe?

Summary: My OC Max has a slight misshap and missfire with a project from her Spell’s class that causes our poor glutton some misfortune. Cute chaos ensues.

"Max! Are you ready to go?" Her eyes raised to meet friendly purple and she couldn't help but grin in greeting. Beel made his way through the doorway into the mostly empty classroom towards her. "Are you still working? Class has been over for nearly twenty minutes." As he said this she heard the telltale gurgle of his stomach just as he put his hand over it. He must have eaten his afterschool snacks already.

"Sorry Beel, I'm almost done. The professor said I could stay late to get some extra practice in." She had been struggling a bit with the latest spell they were practicing in class and having the quiet space alone had helped greatly. Not that she didn't think Satan wouldn't help her back at the House, but she knew peaceful study sessions were few and far between. Something the teacher had seemed to understand when she'd asked to stay behind in the classroom.

"Did you still want to join me at the gym tonight?" Beel stood in front of her table now, she could feel his eyes on her curiously as she turned to dig into her bookbag. "You don't have to if you're busy. This looks important."

"You're such a sweetheart, no I still want to join you. I just want to give this one more try then we can head out." She popped her head back up, smiling as she held her hand out to him with something in it. "Here, while you wait!" She watched an excited smile spread on his face when he saw the bag of fried lava python bites and a chocolate bar she'd pulled from her bag. "I had a feeling you'd go through yours so I bought extra."

"Thank you, Max." He took them from her hold, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the cheek in return before he stepped away to sit in an unoccupied seat at the desk in front of her. After a short burst of the crackling of Beel opening the snack bag, the only sounds to fill the empty Spells classroom were his chewing and her infrequent muttering as she looked closer at her spell.

"Chameleon tails…tundra spiders…I think this is everything." She concluded to herself, double-checking the incantation she would have to speak aloud as well as the scribbles she hoped passed for rune work. Oh how she wished for the clean penmanship Solomon had attained over years of practice; though thinking of her normal handwriting, she wondered if she was just the problem in this case.

At least I can bake. Suck-it Wizard mans. Her silent triumph lasted for all of a moment before she took a half step back from the desk and focused on the empty glass jar on the desk beside Beel. She had brought it as practice and target for the spell, figuring not much could go wrong with a Mason Jar. Max took a deep breath, steadying her voice to repeat the spell aloud, the Latin sounding syllables coming out uncomfortably if not a bit stammered.

A bright flash enveloped the desk Beel sat at, the surrounding area included, drawing a surprised yelp from her. She threw her hands over her eyes protectively, only peeking open again when she was positive nothing else was happening. Please have worked…Please don't be alive…

"Oh boy…Beel?" Max called to the empty chair the glutton had previously occupied. The Mason jar sat untouched on the desk, a slight disappointment that was immediately pushed aside by her concern for her demon. "Beelzebub? You there?" A cautious note filled her tone while her gaze lifted and scanned the classroom.

"Max!" What sounded like an impossibly soft voice called her name, sounding for all intents and purposes like it was very far away. When she looked out the window across from her and saw no one, she heard it again. "Down here!" Though now she felt something tapping against her ankle. A quiet sense of foreboding filled her before she let herself look down, eyes widening when she took him in.

Wide-eyed and confused, Beel stood at her shoe, no taller than the clothing item itself. He looked unharmed, as unharmed as a gigantic demon turned the size of a mouse can look, if not a little flustered. Max let out a squeak of alarm and dropped down to kneel beside him on the floor, bending over to take a closer look at her demon. She reached out a shaky hand to him, palm up and let him crawl onto it before lifting him closer to her face.

"Beel?" She whispered, swallowing hard when he nodded in confirmation. "Oh, Babs I am so sorry!" She didn't know if she should cry or call for help but she could feel her skin heating with an embarrassed flush. "What-what should I…Should I call Lucifer?" She really did not want to do that, she could only imagine trying to explain the situation through her shame. However, she knew he would take it and handle it better than any of his brothers. Tiny Beel opened his mouth, looking like he was going to agree to the idea when the sound of the classroom door opening cut him off.

"Max, have you seen Beel? He said he was gonna get you and meet…me…" Belphie rounded the desk to where she knelt, fading off as he took in the two of them. Purple eyes widened in shock at the picture before him, looking from his minimized twin to the human, and back. An awkward, heavy silence filled the room for all of ten seconds before Belphie's laughter burst out of him, loud and full, almost knocking him flat on his ass.

"Belphegor! Don't laugh!" Max whined, covering her face with the hand not currently occupied by Beel. The sloth demon could not be dissuaded from his humor however and continued to laugh at her blunder. The human sighed and looked apologetically at Beel again, who simply smiled and shrugged, an action that at his current size, caused her heart to swell. As she looked at him more and took in the tiny size of him, she had to actively fight off squealing at how adorable he was.

"Here, hold on." She lifted him to her right shoulder, letting him clamber on and hold onto the collar of her jacket while she rose to her feet. Belphie was starting to settle, finally, and wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. "Are you quite finished, I don't know how to fix this." Her glare translated to the rest of her posture with her crossed arms, even if the furrowed brows and hard line of her mouth hadn't.

"Never a dull moment with you hm?" Belphie chuckled, stepping closer and leaning in to get a better look at his normally larger twin. "Looks like you're not the shortest in the house anymore Max." He commented, reaching a hand forward and scratching the top of Beel's head to ruffle his hair. "You good Beel?" At that, the tiny glutton gave whatever attempt at a growl he could muster and snapped his teeth at his twin. Both Belphie and Max turned to face away, the human coughing and clearing her throat in an attempt to muffle her laugh and Belphie covering his own with his hand though not suppressing the mirth in his eyes at all.

"Max…" Beel's tiny whine accompanied by a gentle tug at her earlobe made her turn to glance at him again, seeing his pleading purple gaze that hadn't lost any strength even with his size. "'M 'ungry." Her heart broke at the cuteness, leading her to step to the desk he had been sitting at, leaning down carefully to pick up what was left of the snacks she had given him. The fried treats were gone, so she settled for unwrapping the chocolate bar and breaking off a square to give to him. In thanks, instead of mumbling around the dessert the size of his face, he bumped his head against her cheek before settling again to sit on her shoulder.

"At least we know we'll not run out of food tonight." The demon behind her commented while she packed up her things quickly into her bag. "Lucifer is in a meeting with Diavolo so I don't recommend going to him for this right now." She turned to face him as he was shrugging. "Or do, could be an entertaining turn out."

"Thanks for the support friend. You're so helpful." She deadpanned, hefting the bag onto her unoccupied shoulder. She made her way towards the front of the classroom, listening for a moment to make sure Belphie was following before leaving the room completely. The sound of Beel's content murmurings as he ate made her smile and part of her was so very tempted to hope the change was permanent.

"Beel, are you going to be okay on my shoulder? Do you wanna ride on my head?" She offered, a little worried about knocking him off. Even if he managed to get chocolate in her hair, it was less of a problem to wash it than it would be to worry about him falling. Belphie came up to walk at her right as she waited for an answer from the tiny demon.

A shift on her shoulder made her look over as a soft buzzing filled her ear. The human came to a stop, blinking in surprise as Beel, in tiny demon form, flew in front of her face and grinned brightly. He buzzed around in a circle a few times, gleefully swarming around her head before coming in front of his brother. Beel stuck his tongue out and earned himself a gust of air blown at him, courtesy of Belphie. So cute. She thought, unable to fight back a grin before he opted to land on top of her head, disturbing her hair just barely by little twitches of his wings.

"You don't get to hog Pocket Beel all afternoon," Belphie warned when she lifted another square of chocolate to his brother. A warning she easily ignored with the happy hums she got in return.

"She who possesses the chocolate gets the baby." She said in a happy cheeky tone before picking up her stride back to the House of Lamentations with him. Her embarrassment and concern had died down some since the initial reaction, at least enough that she didn't dread returning home.

Whatever awaited them at the house might not be all bad.

She was wrong. So very wrong.

She really shouldn't have been surprised.

Max, Belphie, and Beel had made it into the foyer without incident, that much had been a blessing. She could hear the sound of bickering from the common room, causing her to silently decide to avoid the area. Beel had been satisfied, for now, by the chocolate so she didn't quite intend to go to the kitchen straight away. If anything she wanted to find Satan as soon as possible, to see if he knew how to reverse her blunder.

"Belphie! Darling Max!" A flowery voice called to them before she could hunt down the fourth born, drawing her attention to the stairs. Asmo stepped off the last few steps in his casual clothes, practically bouncing up to her in his eagerness. "I was wondering where you were darling. Care to indulge in a luxurious bath with the most gorgeous demon in the realm?" She yelped slightly when he threw his arms around her, and practically his entire body weight in the process.

"I-I would love to Asmo but…uh I have something I need to talk to Satan about first." She prayed to whatever being cared to listen that Beel was hiding enough in her hair for Asmo not to notice him. Belphie had decided to be no help at all and stood by the stairs, looking at her as if she was both the most amusing joke and bothersome inconvenience. She shot him a glare, only to be winked at but otherwise ignored.

"What could you possibly need that is more important than time with me sweetie~" Asmo almost whined, hanging on her even heavier now.

"Leggo Asmo!" A tiny voice squawked, making the fifth eldest freeze and Max close her eyes tightly. The clingy demon loosened his hold enough to lift and look at where Beel was sat on the crown of her head, arms crossed indignantly.

"Is that…" She nodded in response to his question, opting to stay otherwise silent. This might have been a mistake when a high pitched squealing was drawn from the lust demon. "Ooo he's so cute!" Asmo did a little wiggle not unlike a kid when they got a toy they wanted. She leaned away when he reached for the tiny demon and shot him a distrusting scowl. "Oh c'mon Max, lemme hold him. He's so cute like a little doll!"

"Asmo back off." She warned, looking again to the twin that refused to step in, lest he expend any energy at all ever. She opened her mouth to ward off Asmodeus again when she was stopped by a sharp yelp and the demon himself jumping back a few feet.

"Beel! I can't believe you bit me!" Asmo was gripping his finger, a dramatic look of betrayal crossing his beautiful features.

"You deserve it," Belphie commented around a yawn.

"Oi! What's all the racket?" Mammon's sharp voice joined in. She turned to see both him and Levi walking out of the common room, understanding now the source of the bickering she had heard. "What's that on ya head human?"

"OMG Beel?!" Before she could stop Levi he had already taken a picture of his tiny younger brother and was frantically typing something on his D.D.D. She would have to persuade him to take down the post later after all this was dealt with.

"H-Hey you shouldn't be ridin' Max around like that! Even if you're so tiny." Mammon was grumbling, moving to either get a closer look at Beel or grab him from atop her head. Whatever his intent she had no plan on finding out as she backed away, making to flee up the stairs. "Why ya so small anyway?"

"Max misfired a form altering spell." Belphie supplied.

He's just really going to be the least helpful in this situation huh? She wanted to smack him upside the head and planned on doing so the minute she was close enough. A soft buzzing once again gained her attention, making her look up to see Beel once again in his demon form and flying above Mammon's head out of his grasp. No one felt it necessary to remind the second born of his own flying abilities as he struggled to catch the tiny redhead.

"Beel I'll grab you a bowl of poisonous chili berries if you meet me at Satan's room." She bargained, grinning up at him when his little purple eyes widened at her excitedly. He shot up the hallway towards the blonde's room, effectively escaping Mammon and the rest of his brothers in the foyer. Slowly they all dispersed, not without making a small fuss each. Levi went back to the common room, muttering something about seeing if Beel would pose with any of his Ruri-chan figures. Asmo refused to leave her side until she 'kissed his finger better' and then proceeded to be chased off by Mammon when he flirted for more. Belphie was the only one to trudge upstairs without complaint, presumably to take his afternoon nap before dinner.

Max was able to grab the berries from the fridge, careful to pour them from the bag into the bowl without letting any of them touch her skin. She could still remember the color her fingers had turned last time she accidentally grabbed a bunch and how long it had taken to regain feeling in them again. Once she stood outside Satan's door, her polite knock was returned by a call to enter.

"Well, this is certainly a first." The blonde greeted when she made her way over. He was sitting in one of his chairs and Beel was sitting on a stack of books that, by all logic of physics, should not have been standing.

"Something out of a Lewis Carol book if you ask me." She agreed. With a little coaxing, she was able to get Beel to sit at a cleared-off section of the desk with the bowl of berries. Juice on ancient, possibly cursed, tomes was not a crime she wanted to be added to her list of misdemeanors of the day.

Beel ate away at the berries happily as the human and Satan discussed the spell she had been attempting to cast. Apparently, due to the ingredients and her unpracticed focus in casting, the spell was prone to seeking out living targets over inanimate objects. "You're probably lucky Beel was there. It might have cast on you, then we'd really be in trouble." Satan pointed out, eyeing his little brother with eyes that spoke volumes about his amusement and curiosity.

"Can you undo it?"

"Probably, but with your limited magic and the basic nature of the spell, it's more likely to wear off in a few hours. A few days at most. It would take longer and more trouble trying to undo it at this point."

Max felt her shoulder sag in defeat and acceptance, wondering if Lucifer would punish her for this. Even if it was an honest accident, she had effectively rendered one of the Devildom's strongest demons, one of her protectors, powerless for a short but unknown amount of time.

"Is okay Max!" Beel chirped, flying up to her face after wiping the berry juice off his own. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, it felt softer than a kitten lick, and grinned happily. "All the food is big now! I'm not mad!" She felt herself smile warmly despite her self imposed misery and leaned forward to carefully kiss the top of his head.

"Okay Beel. Just promise me you'll stay with either me or Belphie until you're back to normal?" She didn't think his brothers would do anything untoward, but there was always a risk. With an expression that looked overly serious due to his size, he nodded and flew off to explore the room a little before they left. "Thank you, Satan. At least it isn't permanent."

"You're very welcome Max. If anything else changes about him let me know." She recognized the dismissal but wasn't terribly bothered by it. She wanted to change out of her uniform and into more comfortable clothes, also to plan what she was going to do with her tiny demon. So she took the bowl previously occupied by berries and departed.

"Max." Chills ran her spine the minute she stepped out of Satan's room and came face to face with Lucifer. Or, more accurately, face to chest. She looked up at him, his crimson eyes looking somewhere between tired disappointment and begrudging acceptance. "What's this I hear about a spell on Beelzebub?"

"Well, you see. I…uh…" Her mind scrambled for an answer even as her words started unbidden from her mouth. Both saving and damning her further, Beel swooped down from the doorway and hovered in front of his eldest brother. "It'll wear off?" She offered sheepishly, smiling at him and hoping it didn't come out as much of a grimace as it felt.

Lucifer eyed Beel skeptically, his singular raised brow being the only expressive thing on his face. A heavy sigh escaped him before he turned to look at the human once more.

"I hope for your sake it does. He's your responsibility until he turns back." As if he wasn't a millennia-old demon who could probably take care of himself even at his size. "Though I suppose I won't be so worried about his midnight snacking tonight." Max felt herself relax again at that, knowing that the eldest must not be too mad if he could at least make a joke.

She made her way to her room quickly, letting herself and Beel in before locking the door behind her. She hoped she had at least enough time to change and take a moment to rest before she was bombarded by any of the other brothers. Beel landed somewhere on her bed, or at least she guessed he had by the soft rustling of her sheets. Pulling out some leggings and a baggy sweatshirt, she quickly changed in her bathroom before making her way over to him.

“How you doin’ Babs?” She asked her tiny demon, sitting on the bed beside where he’d nestled happily on her pillow.

“I’m okay!” Max smiled and couldn’t help but reach out and scratch under his chin like he was a kitten. She giggled when something similar to a pleased purr erupted from him in return.

“Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” He shook his head but pat the pillow under him, in a clear gesture for her to join him. “You wanna nap? Taking a page out of Belphie’s book eh?” She teased but laid down without much protest. She wasn’t surprised he was tired, flying around at his size, even a short length, probably took a lot out of him. And she never argued against a nap after classes.

She settled on her side, watching Beel take off his uniform jacket now that he was out of his demon form as well as his tie. He laid on his side facing her and smiled at her with that familiar warm adoration.

“We’ll probably have to figure out clothes for you eh? I can’t imagine you want to stay in uniform until you’re back to normal.” She kept her voice just above a whisper, not wanting to break the comfortable mood around them. He nodded before yawning and stretching against her pillow. She couldn’t completely hold back the higher-pitched hum that left her throat, still not completely over how adorable he was like this. Once he’d closed his eyes, she watched as his breathing evened and shallowed before closing her own and letting her body relax into the bed.

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