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devildom-moss · 9 months

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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the dateables)

What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?

(Diavolo x gn!MC) (Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +1,900

Diavolo

It’s hard to kiss Diavolo’s cheek in public – in part because Barbatos has warned you about inappropriate displays of affection with the prince (he’s right, but he might also be a bit jealous, too). However, a bit of affection in front of close friends isn’t too bad. It’s not like you can get Diavolo alone whenever you want. Certainly, Barbatos and Diavolo can excuse a bit of impropriety from time to time.

As often seemed to be the case, Diavolo was stuck in the student council room with a large stack of documents. Lucifer and Barbatos were hard at work by his side. Satan was typing up documents on his cat-deco covered computer. Mammon, Levi, and Belphegor were also tasked with simple clerical work – although only two of the three were currently of any use. Barbatos was permitting Belphegor to nap for another five minutes before a harsh awakening was due. All this to say that the council room was busy but relatively calm this afternoon. You had finished up your work – and just in time for your study session with Solomon, who had appeared in the doorframe. He waited patiently, a smug grin on his face, content to steal you away from the others for some one-on-one time, as you walked up to Diavolo with your stack of forms.

“I just finished up. The blue tabs indicate areas that require your signature.” You smiled at him, knowing that you had taken an extra minute or two to draw small hearts on each of those tabs. “That’s all of it, correct?”

“Yes, thank you, MC,” Diavolo spoke flatly and mindlessly set your stack of forms on the table without looking at you or his newly acquired work. He still had so much to do. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Diavolo hated paperwork almost as much as pickles – okay so maybe it wasn’t quite as bad, but you could tell he was channeling extra effort to sit there and perform his duties.

“Alright, then I’m heading out to study with Solomon. But first,” you paused to walk around his desk. You wanted to give him some of your strength somehow. It wasn’t much, but you bent down and placed a firm kiss on his cheek, lingering just long enough for someone else in the room to irritably clear his throat. With your lips still close to him, you spoke quietly, “do your best, My Lord.”

There was an intentionally seductive tinge to the words “My Lord” that was not missed by anyone who heard it – least of all Diavolo. A subtle look of surprise stayed plastered on his face. He was so focused on his work; Diavolo hadn’t expected that. As you walked towards the door, Diavolo redirected his strength to keep himself still in his seat – anything to stop from chasing after you.

You disappeared down the hall with Solomon too quickly for Diavolo’s liking. A smile played on his lips, and he let out a chuckle that fell from him like a sigh. How bold of you. Diavolo could still feel the heat in his cheek – but now it had spread to both cheeks and up his ears.

“Back to work, please, My Lord,” Barbatos chided him.

Diavolo continued with his work. His smile was slow to leave his lips, and it was renewed when he noticed the blue tabs you left on the forms. You were full of surprises today, and once his work was complete, Diavolo was determined to reward such thoughtful surprises.

Barbatos

You didn’t intend to kiss him, but Barbatos was always so attentive when you had tea at the Demon Lord’s castle. An overwhelming urge to dote on him – even just a bit – came over you. When Barbatos leaned down with his face mere inches away to pour your tea, before you could think about it, your lips were pressed to his cheek. It was enough to stall the active conversation between Lucifer and Diavolo. Even Simeon and Solomon, who were passive participants, had turned to watch the spectacle.

That silence brought you back to your senses, and you quickly pulled back and apologized, realizing it was probably inappropriate.

Barbatos smiled at you sweetly. “Don’t fret over it. It was very sweet of you, and I’m grateful, but I am still on duty. You should restrain yourself. There are more opportune moments for you to get your lips all over me.”

“Barbatos?!” Diavolo’s eyes widened, bewildered.

“I jest, My Lord,” Barbatos chuckled. “However, MC, if you would like to properly make it up to me, could you assist me in finishing the preparation for dessert in the kitchen? An extra pair of hands might be useful.”

“Of course.” You shot out of your seat almost too eagerly.

“We’ll return shortly, My Lord.”

“Wonderful,” Diavolo smiled, “thank you, Barbatos.”

Lucifer noticed a small drop of tea on the saucer next to your cup. Barbatos was usually so careful. He rubbed his temples knowingly. “That was a horrible idea.”

“Nonsense, Lucifer. Barbatos wouldn’t do anything untoward with MC in the kitchen.”

“He said nothing about Barbatos doing anything with MC in the kitchen,” Simeon pointed out. “Perhaps you already had your own doubts.”

“Should we check on them?” Solomon wondered aloud.

“I don’t see a need for that,” Diavolo shook his head and tried to resume the previous conversation he was having. However, the seeds of doubt in his mind had sprouted into something more substantial when you and Barbatos returned fifteen minutes later with a trifle that could well have been prepared ahead of time. Your bottom lip appeared redder and slightly puffier than Diavolo had remembered.

You and Barbatos continued to steal glances at each other throughout the tea. It didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of you cared – not after the desperation Barbatos had to make the most of those fifteen minutes. Certainly, nothing mattered after Barbatos had pulled away from you, panting slightly, and whispered in your ear: Don’t leave with the others later. After I’m dismissed tonight, I’d like to continue this when I can thoroughly show you my appreciation for that adorable gesture earlier. Barbatos had returned said gesture by pressing his lips to your cheek before he slipped out of your embrace to pull the trifle from the fridge. Neither of you could stop thinking about it.

Simeon

Simeon had baked for you – well, actually, he had baked for everyone, but you were the one he was thinking about the entire time. As he passed out cupcakes, he saved you for last, figuring everyone would be preoccupied enough by their treats that he could avoid attention when he gave you the final cupcake. This one was just for you. Yours was the only one with a small chocolate heart on top.

Under the sweetness of Simeon’s smile, there was a hint of mischief. He always found tiny, secretive ways to take hold of your attention. However, you knew you should probably dispose of the evidence before anyone caught on. Mammon would lose his mind and Leviathan would assemble the PDA-police, and you didn’t even want to think about what anyone else would do. You plucked the heart from atop the frosting and popped it into your mouth (cutely, Simeon would insist).

“You have frosting on your finger,” Simeon pointed out with that same, slightly devious smile. Playfully, you smeared a bit of the frosting from your fingertip onto his cheek. The cool sensation of frosting and your soft touch made him giggle. “Very cute.”

Simeon moved to wipe it off, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him. “Wait, allow me.”

You kissed his cheek, lapping at the frosting on his skin. Simeon could feel his face heat up. Usually, he tried not to cause a scene in front of the others – just to avoid the inevitable trouble. However, if you wanted to initiate it, he wasn’t going to stop you, even though this was more than just a peck on the cheek. You were practically licking him in front of the demons and Solomon in a classroom. The door wasn’t even shut. Simeon wouldn’t dare admit how much he was enjoying this – savoring it.

“Did you get it all?” he asked, feigning innocence that no one was convinced of. You gave him one more lingering kiss on his cheek.

It was as if everyone was waiting for the scene to finish before they could speak. Then, the protest raged.

“You sneaky bastard,” Mammon barked.

“Honestly, do either of you have any shame?” Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“MC, darling, I have frosting on my lips. Will you get it for me?” Asmo cooed.

“Don’t waste frosting, Asmo.” Beel narrowed his eyes. “But I bet frosting and MC’s lips would be a tasty combination.”

“Beelzebub, I caution you against attempting to taste MC.” Barbatos sighed.

“If anyone’s going to eat MC, it should be me, right?” Lucifer smirked at you.

“Like hell,” Satan growled.

“Yeah, you’re being as selfish and greedy as Mammon,” Belphegor added.

“Pardon me?”

You’d really done it now. Under the cover of chaos, Simeon pulled you out into the hallway so you could both escape. However, before you could start down the hall, Simeon pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear. “You know, I have leftover frosting in the freezer at home. Perhaps I could return the favor?”

Solomon

It had become a group effort to get on your nerves today, and Lucifer wasn’t actually helping by focusing his anger on Levi and Mammon. His yelling didn’t stop Satan and Asmo, who were still arguing. Diavolo served as their mediator. Meanwhile, Barbatos was practically forcing food down Beel’s throat while holding him down in an attempt to sate his ravenous hunger – all with a sleeping Belphegor tossed over his shoulder. You were about to command all the brothers to “stay” and deal with Lucifer getting caught in the crossfire later when Solomon showed up. The textbook he wanted to lend you was clutched firmly to his chest. When he finally took in his surroundings, he could tell you were about to snap.

“Hold this for a second please, MC.” Solomon handed you the book with a smile. Using magic, he silenced and immobilized all the troublemakers. He gave them a stern warning to “behave for the sake of poor, overwhelmed MC.”

That pulled the right strings, and he knew he was safe to release them from his spell. The room fell quiet for a second before shameful apologies began to be muttered from various offenders. Your shoulders finally relaxed, and you thanked your wonderful, helpful, gem of a teacher.

“If only there was a way you could reward me for helping,” Solomon hummed while deliberately tapping his cheek.

You rolled your eyes before leaning in to kiss his cheek. There were about half a dozen annoyed groans harmonizing with Mammon’s shrieking before you could pull away.

Even when you did, you didn’t get far before Solomon grabbed you, pulled you close, and kissed your lips. He was almost hungry about it, and you had to force yourself to be quiet. Solomon was less restrained. Under the jealousy, Asmo was proud of Solomon for those soft moans and putting on such a stunning show.

Once he had sufficiently made his statement, Solomon broke the kiss and just grinned at you. “No need to be so shy next time.”

It was as if he was oblivious to the daggers being stared into him. The aura in the room was so tense and violent – and all that negativity was directed at him. But he was not oblivious. He simply didn’t care. He had just kissed you in front of everyone, and there was nothing they could do about it. Solomon was too pleased.

(the side characters version) | (the demon brothers version)

A/N: there's a poll up for September's community-decided fic, so go ahead and vote while you can if you're so inclined. Also, if anyone remembers the last chat text I did, the answer was Asmo, Satan, and *insert entire page worth of ad content* Levi. (But I agree with those who hoped and wanted it to be Lucifer)

#diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon #gn!mc #obey me dateables #obey me short fic #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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temis-de-leon · 2 months

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Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 3

Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, male! MC and crushing! male! NES (MC x NES)

How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 1 , Part 2

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CW: Solomon is mentioned, jealous and mean brothers, black cat x golden retriever behavior i think, one single kiss, a bit ambiguous at the end, not very angsty really, NES x MC centered

A/N: my favourite version of NES and MC by far, I enjoyed writing this a lot. However, my pc came out as homophobic and decided not to connect to any WiFi for this chapter, so I won't be able to update the links nor the masterlist until next week. Also, some people aren't properly tagged once again because I can't find their blogs for some reason?? So so sorry for that, but I don't know what to do about it.

NES was… someone they didn't expect. Unknowingly infuriating, always distracted and too unbothered to care about any of his surroundings. He was a disaster that enjoyed living in disaster and, if they weren't threatened by his presence, Satan and Belphegor would love his insolence.

Barbatos remembered an occasion, one moment from the second week of NES's attendance at RAD, where Lucifer gave him an earful for his ‘impropriety and insulting attitude towards the uniform’. Mammon had been there too, shirt out of his pants and jacket nowhere near closed, backing his brother up.

NES’s pristine appearance lasted only two periods before MC saw him chocking under his tie and laughed at him in sympathy. After that, he'd only wear the uniform ‘the Lucifer way’ if MC was there to eventually mess up the outfit.

And how could the eldest brother object to that?

“They need to loosen up, Lucifer”

MC always had the last word.

Solomon found the situation hilarious. Witnessing the brothers competing against each other in search of MC's attention was one thing, but adding NES to the equation? Yes, Barbatos had to somewhat agree. It was funny.

Who had been cooking for hours in the kitchen if not NES trying to make a quick snack for his fellow human? And who was the first one to leave the House of Lamentation each morning, already waiting next to MC’s seat by the time everyone else arrived?

Mammon called him a simp. Asmo liked to call them both the kettle and the pot.

And while, yes, Lucifer was the one and only Avatar of Pride, none of the brothers were able to admit just how big of a deal NES was becoming.

When would it be too late?

The Demon Prince's birthday arrived and the mandatory celebration was as grandiose as one could expect. Everything was bright and full of laughter, the streets cramped with food stalls, demons and witches alike throwing mesmerizing magic tricks for the children, acrobats, costumes, music…

At one point MC considered handcuffing himself to NES. Even Luke was easier to manage!

Fortunately, Beel ended up finding him playing darts with a succubus and her partners. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be the only one who wanted to check if he was okay.

It was becoming… draining.

Not NES, of course. Sure, he was a handful, but none of his mistakes were intentional. Everything he did came from naiveness and ignorance, being new to the Devildom, and what he lacked in common sense he made up in enthusiasm.

At least he didn't steal his valuables and he’d never threatened to kill him or eat his heart, something MC still thought about frequently. The worst thing NES ever did to him was throw them both to the ground when he tried to slide on the floor at full speed. And he still apologized for that from time to time.

Did the brothers ever apologize for all the things they did or said? The way they used to look at him? He couldn't remember.

Now they were doing the exact same thing to NES. Treating him like an unwanted guest instead of the roommate they insisted on having, turning down every single one of his ideas, including the good ones, and very passively threatening him in a condescending tone, as if they could impress MC with that.

Maybe it was a demon thing? Or rather regular jealousy brought to a dangerous level?

Whatever the reason, MC didn't waste any time sitting them in the living room and chewing the hell out of them, something that enraged Lucifer and put a strain in their relationship, still making it difficult to make small talk, but of course none of them would back down. The rest of the brothers weren't so obvious showing their annoyance, but it was still there.

The good thing was that, as long as MC was there, NES wouldn't be the receiving end of any bullshit. The bad thing was that MC didn't know what was going on behind his back. And NES, bless his soul, was never willing to tell him if any of them made him uncomfortable.

It was draining and NES gave him a sense of peace, but the brothers missed him and they wanted to monopolize his time, but MC wanted to spend time with his new friend and that made the brothers angry and jealous, which made MC anxious, which made NES worry.

Every factor made the situation worse. The brothers were too much, NES was too good for the Devildom and MC was too done with everything.

However, the time passed surprisingly fast as they sang Happy Birthday to Diavolo, eating in the midst of it all, dancing with each other and talking like they used to do before the ridiculous ordeal, albeit with a subtle tension that limited their topics of conversation.

They even ignored NES! Which was better than any other option!

So, once the voices toned down and the guests divided themselves into small groups, MC forced himself to whisk Diavolo away for a moment and have a serious talk, Barbatos following close and listening with a curious glance.

That proved to be nothing but a waste of time.

“It's too soon to take conclusions, MC. I'm sure the brothers just need time. After all, remember your first year here!”

He did remember. That's why he was so worried.

And why did Diavolo talk to him like that? He was 100% sure Lucifer insulted NES to no end anytime he had more than one horn of Demonus. What did they call NES in the privacy of their office? What did they think while they talked to him and faked respect? What were they plotting when they looked MC in the eyes and promised him they wouldn't threaten NES anymore?

Too many lies.

“Alo?”

But then… NES smiled so easily… Like none of that bothered him. Luckily, MC didn't mind caring in his behalf. He wondered if being able to save someone from the fate he had last year was the root of all his actions.

“You look so worried, you're gonna get all wrinkly! Not like you'd look bad, but if you're going to have wrinkles, won't you rather have them in your eyes? Like, from smiling too much, you know?”

He did smile then, imitating NES’s caring expression.

“There you are, handsome! You're gonna be the envy of all in 90 years!”

“Do you really think I'm going to live that much?”

“God, I hope so”

They laughed softly, but it still sounded too loud. MC looked out for the brothers, checking their positions in the ballroom before grabbing NES’s hand and dragging him to one of the balconies. He preferred not having the moment tarnished.

“Good idea! Too hot in there…"

“Don't lie to me”

“Wha…?”

MC stared at him quite sternly, although trying not to look to much like Lucifer, but he needed an answer.

“Do they still bother you? Do they threaten you? Do they ignore you? What do they do?”

“Whoa, whoa, MC. Here comes the frown again…”

He raised his hands, caressing MC’s frown until it softened. His touch was warm and soft and it made MC lean towards him, not wanting it to end. When he opened his eyes again, unknowingly closing them before, NES stayed in that position.

There was silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by the violins, the harps, the pianos and other instruments serenading them under the moonlight. NES could only stare at MC’s lips for a fragment of a second before someone grabbed the scruff of their necks with poorly hidden aggressiveness and brought them back to the ballroom.

MC raised his gaze in fury, bending down to help NES get up again. He expected to see red eyes and black feathers, but, to his surprise, what stared back at him were purple eyes and a long bovine tail.

He wanted to scream at him, to ask what the actual fuck was wrong with him. Would he had acted the same if it was one of his brothers instead of NES? Would he had such hate in his eyes?

But people were staring, very obviously amused at the sight of two humans being put back in place.

MC would have to wait.

“NES! What happened?!”

MC watched as the boy waved at him, hanging upside down where Mammon usually spent countless hours. His arms were tied behind his back and the rope covered his body in a way that surely left no room for the blood to circulate properly. His head already looked dangerously red and MC knew he couldn't leave him there for too long unless he wanted him to have permanent damage.

“I think I failed my last test, but I don't really remember”

“What do you mean you don't remember?”

“Well, I'm very dizzy right now, but I'm sure it's okay. Lucifer will get me out of here soon enough”

Or he won't.

MC sighed, cursing in silence before studying the thick ropes and the tight knots. He knew he wouldn't be able to untie him by hand and he wouldn't be surprised if the kitchen suddenly lacked knives, no doubt the result of Lucifer's pettiness and sadism.

“Wait for me here, okay? I have to get something to cut the ropes…”

“Wait, wait! MC!”

He turned around, patiently staring at his loopy smile and cloudy eyes. He couldn't wait for too long, but maybe he could indulge a couple of minutes.

“What?”

NES briefly looked away, his embarrassment gaining MC’s attention. Now that was a rare sight.

“Have you seen Spiderman?”

His heart stopped for a second and he felt his cheeks getting hot. His hand, previously grasping his hip, fell to his side and made him lose balance.

“You can say no, of course. We can forget about this and I won't get offended. A little sad maybe, but I can manage. I like you too much to stop liking you for a kiss. Does that sound weird? You get me, right?”

His rambling gave MC the opportunity to go down a couple of steps in the staircase and align his face in front of NES’s. The position was weird and staring at his chin was an experience he didn't know he would get the chance to live, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until he finally kissed him mid-sentence that he noticed a figure peeking around the corner, eyes staring without blinking and jealousy ready to made itself known.

Accepting the challenge, MC closed his eyes and grasped NES’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Dinner that night would be fucking awkward.

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fierymiasma · 10 months

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ꕥ A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ꕥ

Summary: Ominis's smile was dangerous. "Sebastian here proposed a contest. Of course, we'll all be together eventually in the end, but while we are wooing you, why not try a fun game?" She gulped. "A game?" "A contest: whoever charms you more, gets your first kiss." Requested by holotapes

Words: 1.5k

A/N: This will be a short mini-series, I promise it will eventually get to the prompt, please be patient!

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Art belongs to @J_Kaluzhnaya

It was hard for her to see anything through the thick billowing steam of the Hogwarts Express. The hero of Hogwarts spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of her Slytherin friends amongst the crowd of bustling students. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't managed to find them in any of the train carriages.

Sebastian and Ominis had been acting strange for the entirely of their 6th year. She had naturally expected there to be some distance between the two Slytherin boys after Uncle Solomon's death. Yet, as the weeks dragged on and winter turned into spring she was surprised the find the utter vitriol that they two had for each other. It seemed like whenever the three of them were together, Ominis would sneer some passive aggressive comment aimed at Sebastian's character (or lack of). And Sebastian would scowl, and tug her closer to his side possessively, trying to keep her away from Ominis.

It was honestly a nightmare being the mediator between the two boys. She had absolutely no idea what could have exacerbated the rift that was in between them, but she prayed that it had been resolved by now.

"There's my favorite girl." A smooth, purring voice whispered into her ear from behind her. She squeaked in alarm, nearly jumping out of her skin to bump into the larger man behind her.

She spun around, hands on her hips, right about to give the rude interloper a piece of her mind. Any reprimanding words died in her throat. Her mouth became suddenly dry.

Sebastian greeted her with the confidence of a man who knew how attractive he was. His already smooth voice had dropped an octave. Only one summer has passed since she last seen him. They used to be the same height, but now she had to look up in order to make eye contact with him. Sebastian had filled in, shoulders a lot more broad then they used to be. His thick school robes failed to hide the muscular definition he had built up. The baby fat on his cheeks that she liked so much had disappeared, instead replaced with a handsome jaw line. His new tan failed to hide the freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose.

He was…well…Sebastian had always been devastatingly handsome-objectively speaking, of course- but this…this was far too much.

"You…look….you look-" her face turned bright scarlet, unable to find an adjective that was appropriate. It was normal for good friends to comment each other's appearances. Right?...Right? Sebastian's lips curled upwards teasingly, no doubt taking joy in her discomfort.

"-you look…well, Sebastian."

"The summer air in Feldcroft has been kind to me." Sebastian stared at her with the sort of intensity that made her look away from his gaze. "I could say the same to you. It seems that the sun has blessed your skin rather nicely over the long break."

Her brows twisted in confusion. Had her skin been that bad in their sixth year? She hadn't been the most immune to typical teenage acne woes, but surely, they hadn't been so awful?

She brushed her fingertips to her cheeks. "Sebastian, what do you mean-"

Before she could finish the thought, a new voice from behind her interrupted their conversation. "Hello, dove."

Again, she jumped a good inch in the air, nearly tripping over her feet into Sebastian's chest. Ominis's smooth aristocratic voice was recognizably familiar. However, the new nickname for her, "Dove", was certainly not. Since when was Ominis, the boy who was bred upon fine etiquette, ever so forward with his female friends? She turned around, blinking in confusion.

Whatever strange phenomenon happened to Sebastian over the summer seemed to have inflicted itself upon Ominis was well. In only a couple of months, Ominis had sprouted as tall as a giant. His legs seemed to travel forever. It didn't hurt that he was always dressed so well, the well-fitted expensive fabric clung to the sharp lines of his body. She couldn't help but rudely ogle at his pale neck. With his high cheek bones and beauty marks, Ominis had always been unfairly pretty. Unfortunately (fortunately?), it had only gotten worse over time.

Her brain finally caught up with her. She had been staring rather rudely for a while. Finally, she blinked, registering the new, odd, nickname Ominis called her. "D-dove?" She repeated dumbly.

Ominis smirked, getting closer to her. Wow, even if she got on her tiptoes, she wouldn't be able to meet him at eyelevel. "Is that not what you are: an innocent, beautiful bird amongst the sea of hawks?"

Her throat was dry. Who taught Ominis to talk like this? In their sixth year, Ominis was nothing but curt, overly formal, and incredibly testy whenever Sebastian was around.

Was this even Ominis at all? Perhaps this was Polyjuice. Or maybe it was a prank. Ominis hadn't taken too kindly to her prank as Headmaster Black all the way back in their 5th year. Yes, this was certainly some sort of jest to make her feel incredibly nervous.

It was working.

Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips. "A-am I to understand, in your analogy, that I am your prey and Sebastian and you are the hawks hunting me?"

Ominis was so close to her. She couldn't help but take a step back, only to nearly step on Sebastian's shoes. It seemed as though the path blocked by Ominis in front of her and Sebastian behind her. Her head swiveled around. Neither of the boys seemed particularly upset at the violation of her personal space.

Sebastian threw his arm around her neck in a friendly manner that was anything but causal from her perspective. "Ominis, give our poor girl a rest! She's had a rather long journey after all." Sebastian winked.

Her muscles stiffened in surprise. Sebastian was always a more tactile person, always clapping his friends on the back, always pulling her close to his side in a duel. None of that was new…but the thickness of his biceps certainly was. As his biceps flexed around her neck, she shivered. She could feel the toned fibers of the muscle straining against his Hogwarts robes. Was Sebastian always so muscular?

What…in Merlin's name was going on? Her brain felt so foggy, maybe it truly was some type of hex they secretly cast on her. Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of her dazed state of mind. She needed to gain some type of normalcy to this frankly bizarre exchange.

Coming up with nothing to fix this rapidly escalating situation, she stuck out her hand for a handshake, as if she was greeting an old acquaintance instead of one of her closest friends. Even as she did so, she cringed, already feeling so awkward.

"Um….how was your summer, Ominis?"

Ominis's thin hand reached up to hold her hand, but instead of shaking it, he held it in his. Her body stilled, frozen in place, not wanting to ever let go of him. Before she could even react, he bent at the waist bringing her hands up to his lips. His cold lips brushed against the top of her hand, in a very polite kiss. It was a featherlight touch, barely there, but it still left a searing burn on her skin that travelled up her arm. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

This…wasn't…she wasn't trying to offer her hand for him to kiss it! Sure, it was normal, even respectful for any gentleman in this day and age to greet a lady in this manner but…common courtesy dictated that it last no more than a few brief seconds.

…and…well, time seemed to be moving differently, but she was certain that his kiss lasted far longer than normal.

As Ominis (quite sadly) pulled away, the bustling noises of the other students around them came back to life. She was suddenly reminded that they were not alone. Sebastian, jealous, envious, possessive Sebastian, had bore witness to it all. Even if it was a polite gesture between friends, there was no way in hell that he would allow it to happen.

She looked back fearfully, terrified that Sebastian's infamous temper would boil over and lash out at Ominis.

To her shock, the same flirty look was on his face. "Why Ominis, leave some for me next time?"

She felt lightheaded. She never labelled herself as one of those highbrow fancy ladies who needed a fainting chair everywhere they went but…at this rate, it might be a good idea to conjure one up anyway.

This all had to be attributed to the vapors of the Hogwarts train, a collective moment of craziness or delusion that they all shared. They were all having an active psychotic break. Or…some type of magical curse.

"I…I need to go um…" Her brain came up blank. "-say hello to Poppy and Natty!"

And, the hero of Hogwarts and the most powerful witch of their generation, fled the scene with as much grace as she could muster.

As she turned to look back, Sebastian sauntered close to Ominis, learning his shoulder against his. Their bodies pressed closely against each other, uncaring of the lack of personal space. They both looked completely unperturbed at how she rudely brushed them off.

She shivered. What in Merlin's name was going on with them?

Part 2

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staytheword · 1 year

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kind regards

kind regards — one shot [general masterlist]

this series (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors, please do not interact!!

• changbin x female reader; lee know is briefly featured.

• non idol au. workplace au. rivals to lovers (workplace rivalry). some physical description of mc, drinking, explicit language, explicit smut.

• smut warnings (spoilers ahead) — dom!changbin, switch! reader, unprotected sex, sex in an empty public space, angry sex, elevator sex, use of pet names, lingerie, praising kink, dirty talk, slight degradation kink, dumbification, throatfucking, creampie.

• word count: 10.5k

Seo Changbin. Every time you get an email from me, you feel your blood boil. What a conceited, terrible human being. You have to work together, but it doesn't mean you have to like him. In fact, you only feel hate towards him. So what if you have no idea what he looks like, so what if you have never met him? Nothing could change your mind about him. Right?

• author’s note: Just a silly little one shot to take our mind off things. I wrote this completely for fun so I hope you can have fun reading it as well! Thank you for being here, sending lots of love your way. ♡

You stare at your computer screen, hoping that if you do it long and hard enough, it will magically conjure up the word you’re looking for. It starts with a g, that much you’re sure of, and it’s an adverb. It’s not gradually. It’s not gaudily. You have right there, on the tip of your tongue, but frustratingly out of reach.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You’ll find it. You’ll find it.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes flutter open on your coworker, Gahyeon, who gives you an apologetic smile.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Just can’t find my words today.”

“Hm,” she nods knowingly. “I hate days like that.”

You slide a hand through your hair and sit up in your chair.

“What’s up, Gahyeon?”

“I just wanted your advice on something…”

She circles your desk and puts a document on it, asking about the revision of a tricky sentence, offering you a welcome distraction. You discuss it for a few minutes before she heads back to her desk, long hair flowing down her back. You turn back to your screen, ready to get a good amount of work done before you head to lunch. Your fingers dance on your keyboard for a few minutes when you get an email notification.

Immediately, your blood grows hot and you stop typing. The notification shows you who the email is from: Seo Changbin, from marketing.

You haven’t even opened the email yet but you’re already angry. You know his email will be dripping with his usual passive aggressive tone, blaming you for this and that, asking you to make corrections to something that has already been done and approved. You just know it. The guy is never happy with anything, especially not your work. He’s the only one, though. You work well with your colleagues, and your team manager likes you. You always hand in your work on time. You’re always meticulous. You care about what you do, and you make sure it’s well done.

But this guy.

Not long ago, one of his emails angered you so much you almost punched your computer screen. You almost took the elevator to his floor to let him hear a piece of your mind. Luckily for him you have some self-control - and you know he is still your senior in the company. You don’t want to lose your job over some loser who clearly has nothing better to do with his time than bring you down to raise himself up.

It wasn’t always this way. You’ve worked at this company for years as a translator and never had any major issues with anyone, except for some classic bickering and gossip. Then this guy integrated the marketing department as a star talent and proceeded to make your life a living hell because he, too, spoke several languages and didn’t approve of your phrasing or your choice of words.

It’s not the tone we are aiming for is the sentence you’ve read the most from him. Sometimes you hear it in your nightmares.

You really don’t want to open the email, but you have to. Then you can treat yourself to a good lunch. You had planned on just grabbing something from the cafeteria, but you will definitely head out outside. A brie and spinach panini from the cafe next door, perhaps? Maybe even some sushi.

You inhale slowly and click on your inbox.

The email starts as usual. Dear Y/LN. It also ends as usual. Looking forward to your collaboration. You clench your fists, imagining they land on his nose and break it in a thousand pieces. The guy is polite - too polite. So polite you also want to break his teeth. You can just feel the arrogance oozing from his words.

You read the content of the email and take a deep breath. It’s not too bad today, considering, but it still puts you in a bad mood. There is something I would like to suggest, he writes.

Suggest it to my fist, you arrogant fuck.

You stare at your screen, your face frozen into an expression of disgust. You hate every single word he uses. You hate that he puts his font just a half a point bigger like he has something to compensate for. You hate the little gray icon next to his name at the top that indicates the jerk still hasn’t uploaded his picture like the company requires. Maybe it’s best you don’t know what he looks like, because then your hate would know absolutely no bounds.

You work for a big company. So big it occupies multiple floors of a sky-high building, and you’ve probably only met about 5% of the totality of your coworkers. That does not include the marketing team, except for a few faces you can recall from a Christmas party. That department is a floor above you, right on top of your head even, and the thought makes you rage.

I won’t let you step on me, Seo Changbin. You can burn in hell.

You imagine he’s a sixty-something year old guy with a fancy suit and a big watch, a family he does not know how to show affection for, and probably a mistress although his dick hasn’t worked properly in years. You just know he’s the sort of man to look down on women, to never say thank you to cashiers and to play golf with his buddies on the weekend. Hell, he’s probably a part of a country club of some kind.

You’re probably taking all of this too far but you don’t care.

You need to hate the guy. You want to hate him. It makes it easier.

With a sigh, you quickly reply to him, your tone cold and expeditive as always. You sign with your usual kind regards, words you’ve decided during a lonely night in your apartment after four glasses of wine. Just regards would be too easy, best did not convey your feeling and warm was just gross. Kind - that was perfect. Just the perfect amount of passive aggressiveness that could never be read as just that.

You close your inbox, inhaling slowly. You’re not going to let the guy ruin your day. You are not.

You get some more work done and ask Gahyeon if she wants to grab lunch with you. Minho yells from his desk that he’s coming too, so the three of you set off downstairs.

In the elevator, you complain about the email. Gahyeon shakes her head, although smiling amusingly, and Minho lets out a chuckle as you spit out your murderous intents.

“What are you laughing at?” you pout.

“I was just imagining the day you’ll come face to face with the guy,” he says, eyes gleaming mischievously. “I need to witness this moment.”

“Historical moment,” Gahyeon agrees.

“It would be best for you to be there,” you reply. “I’ll need help getting rid of the body.”

Once you’re sitting down with your platter of sushi not long later, you let out a sigh and plop one in your mouth.

“So, are you guys going to the cocktail party Friday night?” Gahyeon asks you both.

“You mean the thing with free food and booze?” you reply with a chuckle. “Why the hell would I miss it?”

Minho shakes his head. “I can’t that night, I’m cat-sitting for a friend.”

You glance at your friend, but then again, for such a sentence to escape his lips is nothing out of the ordinary.

“You could bring the cat to the cocktail party,” you suggest.

“And what, put the poor thing on a leash?” Minho glares.

You let out a laugh. “No leash. Just let it roam free. Hopefully my archnemesis will be there and the cat will scratch his face off.”

You all laugh over your plates, covering your mouths with your hands so as not to be too loud. It’s a tendency you have - you’ve been warned before about making too much noise in this very restaurant. You love their sushi too much to risk being banned, so you do your best to be discreet.

“Are you going, Gahyeon?” you ask your friend.

She nods. “Probably.”

Minho raises his eyebrows at her. “Hoping Mr Finance Department will be there?”

Gahyeon blushes slightly. “Well…”

You slap your hand on her arm, gasping loudly. “Oh my God, that’s still a thing?! I thought you were over him!”

Minho leans towards you. “It was, but he broke up with Sunglass Girl.”

“He did?!”

“And he got a haircut,” Gahyeon whimpers. “I didn’t think it would be possible but he looks even more fucking hot.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” you say.

You put a hand on your friend’s shoulder and look deep inside her hazel eyes.

“Don’t worry, Gahyeon. I’ll be your wingwoman Friday night.”

“That’s okay, Y/N…”

“I promise you to get you close enough to count the beauty marks on his face.”

“He has two.”

“I thought just one,” Minho frowns.

“No, two,” Gahyeon assures him.

“After Friday you can tell us how many he has on his entire body.”

“Y/N!” Gahyeon cries out, hiding her face.

She can’t stop giggling, though, and neither can you - and as Minho starts to make soft kissing sounds, you all burst out laughing.

When you settle at your desk for the afternoon, later that day, you’ve almost forgotten about your work nemesis. Almost.

Kind regards.

Changbin lets out a scoff, scrunching his nose in front of his screen. Kind regards. He’s not an idiot. He can read between the lines. He knows exactly what that means, and it’s kindly fuck off.

He’s not annoyed by it. Changbin knows better than to let things like that get to him. No, he’s definitely not annoyed.

He just hates your guts.

Before he closes your answer to his email, he catches a glimpse of your picture, right there, next to your name. It’s so small he can barely trace your features, but in a previous moment of weakness he opened the picture so it would be bigger and saw you almost too well.

Wide doe eyes. Full lips. Smiling almost cheekily to the camera, wearing a black turtleneck. Wispy bangs grazing your forehead. Simple gold loop earrings. A faint white scar on the right side of your nose, probably from your childhood.

Yeah. He might have looked at the picture a few times.

It was just to get to know his enemy better, he swore to himself. That way, he had an advantage over you - he knew what you looked like, but you had no idea who he was. You could meet him in the elevator or the cafeteria and you would have no idea - but he would. It happened once. He saw you in the main hall of the building one morning, holding a coffee and wearing headphones. You were bobbing your head to the music, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. He tried really hard not to stare, but it was beyond him - luckily, you didn’t even notice him.

Why would you, anyway? Thousands of people work in the company, hundreds of them wearing plain black suits like he does. Once Changbin understood that, he knew one day it would come to his advantage. He’s just waiting for the right moment. It will come. He just has to be patient - which has never been his strength, but for you, he trusts it will be worth it.

He takes the last bite out of his sandwich - homemade - and leans back on his chair. If only he could deal with someone else, if only you weren’t the translator assigned to his projects 90% of the time. At one point it started to feel like a joke, so much he wondered if someone was doing it on purpose. Your pettiness, your rude tone, it all rubbed off on him in all the wrong ways. He doesn’t do well with games and smugness, so you’re really testing his patience. Getting on his last nerve isn’t even covering it. Passive aggressive emails are starting to not be enough to convey his point. The fact that you’re pretty? It makes it even worse. You’re probably just a princess that thinks everything should be handed to her. He’s going to need to make himself very clear.

He just doesn’t know how.

Of course it’s on his mind all day, and it pisses him off even more that he can’t focus on work because of you. You might be pretty but right now, for Changbin, you’re the devil incarnate and he needs to exorcize you out of his mind. Luckily, he has his gym bag with him so he can head right there after work. Small blessings.

At six o’clock, Changbin stands from his desk, gets his things and heads to the elevator. Many people have already left, which is why he likes to finish his day at six - it’s much quieter in the building and the subway. His briefcase in a hand, his gym bag on his shoulder, he gets in the elevator and sighs. A part of him just wants to get home, and another dreads the silence of his apartment.

The elevator stops on the 11th floor - your floor.

The chances for you to step in the elevator are slim, but present, so Changbin tenses a little, just in case. Good thing he does, because there you appear. Wearing a skirt and knee-high boots, your jacket around your arm, clutching your phone. His heartbeat immediately accelerates, and he has to violently remind himself that while he knows exactly who you are, you don’t.

You step inside the elevator, giving him a small nod, and push the button for the main floor.

It’s very silent. Changbin can’t help but glance at you - but you do the same at the same time, so both of you quickly look away. Leaning against the back of the elevator, you are pinching your lips, and you keep glancing at him. Changbin is more tense than he has ever been, keeping a solid frown on his face, his joints getting white at how tight he’s holding his briefcase.

You pull out your phone and start texting frenetically. He keeps his eyes in front of him, hoping that the elevator would just stop to let somebody else in, but it’s well on its way to the main floor without interruption. He glares at you when you snicker at your phone. Are you talking about him? Are you making fun of him?

He breathes out. Calm the fuck down.

You have no idea who he is.

And maybe it’s exactly why you are smiling like you are, stealing a few more glances. You’re not flirting, but he can feel it off you - if the context was different, you might have been. He’s trying very hard not to think about the fact that you smell really good. That your eyeliner is perfectly curved at the corner of your eyes, that he has a soft spot for knee-high boots.

So as to set his mind right, Changbin recalls to his mind the email you sent him today, and all the ones before. All the arrogance and rudeness, all the times he wanted to punch a wall or yell at you. That makes it easier, just a little bit.

The elevator finally pings at the main floor and he briskly gestures for you to get out first. You give him a cute smile.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice dripping like honey. “Have a good evening.”

Changbin clenches his jaw and does not answer. You don’t seem bothered though, as you walk away with a spring in your step. Fortunately, you head towards the street, not the subway, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Truly, small blessings.

You stare at your closet and let out a long sigh. It’s not that you don’t have anything to wear, of course, but there’s just nothing you want to wear. You don’t care about impressing or seducing anyone, you just want to dress up for yourself, to feel good even just for a little while.

You hesitate but eventually settle on a simple black cocktail dress you adore because it’s extremely comfortable and has pockets. You slip it on, wearing only your golden hoops as your jewelry, and let your hair down. It would do just fine.

Gahyeon is waiting for you outside your building, which is only a few minutes walk away from the office. She looks insanely good in a red dress and matching lipstick, and you shower her in compliments. You make it to the building quickly, showing your identification to the security guard. The lobby is already quite busy with people from all departments, who are sipping champagne and catching up.

You and Gahyeon get a drink from the open bar, looking for Mr Finance Department in the crowd. Luckily, your friend has a radar for him and she spots him by the windows standing with his colleagues. He has gotten a haircut, and the short hair gives him an edgier look that really suits him.

“All right,” you say, holding your friend’s shoulders. “You remember the plan?”

Gahyeon nods. “Walk up to him, say hello, be myself.”

“And, what else?”

“Be direct.”

You hold up a palm so Gahyeon can high five you, and she sets off towards her crush, nervously playing with the strip of her handbag. You look at her go, trying not to squeal as you watch the guy turn to her and give her a sincere smile. From what you can see, although you can’t hear, they seem to be hitting it off. You feel a rush of pride, like your evening’s work has already been done. Now you can just let Gahyeon enjoy herself, have a few drinks, and go home in peace.

You head towards a quieter spot, considering going out to the terrace to enjoy the evening breeze when a familiar face stops you in your tracks.

“Oh, Y/N, long time no see.”

It’s your boss - not the boss boss, but high enough on the company hierarchy so that he is not the kind of person you can’t ignore. You give him a polite smile although you’re not really in the mood for small talk.

“How are you, sir? It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise, likewise. Now I wanted to mention to you the…”

He starts talking to you about a recent project that he wants to expand, and you nod at him, listening more or less intently - and that’s when you notice the guy standing next to him.

His black hair is slightly combed back, small strands falling back on his forehead. He’s dressed all in black, his shirt without a tie, and there’s an elegant, discreet watch on his wrist. He just emanates charisma.

Sexy Elevator Guy.

That’s the unoriginal nickname Minho gave him in your group chat when you told your friends about your encounter with a mysterious, brooding stranger in the elevator.

All week you hoped to see him again, although you never really counted on it. You didn’t even know if he worked at the company - maybe he was just a visitor. But from his attire and the fact that he is standing next to your boss, you can guess he’s your colleague.

How delightful.

Your boss seems to notice he hasn’t introduced you, and so he points at the guy, who has been staring at you since you appeared.

“Oh, but you two must know each other, right?” your boss says. “Don’t you work together?”

You frown. “Hm, I’m not sure..”

“Sure, we do,” the guy answers.

You look at him in surprise and confusion. This smile - it really does look like he knows you. Is it because of the elevator? You don’t understand.

“How delightful to finally meet you, Y/LN,” he continues, and your blood gets boiling hot. “Seo Changbin, from Marketing.”

Oh.

Oh, no.

Your heart drops at the bottom of your chest as you stare at him. Does he know who you are? He has to, smiling proudly as he is. You’re too shocked to feel angry, but you know it’s coming.

“I -” you stutter. “I’m not -”

“Can you believe this, sir?” he laughs. “We’ve been exchanging emails for months but we’ve never met.”

“Yes,” your boss nods, “well, that’s what happens with such big companies.”

The two of them keep talking but you completely lose track, your eyes fixated on him. Seo Changbin. He is your nemesis? He is looking forward to your collaboration guy? You can’t believe it.

Yet you have to face it.

That’s him. Seo Changbin.

The guy you’ve been hating and insulting and plotting to murder.

He’s standing in front of you - and he is also Sexy Elevator Guy.

No fucking way.

“Excuse me,” you mutter and walk away without another look.

You don’t care that you’ll come off as rude - you need some air. A lot of it, actually. You head directly to the terrace, stare up at the dark sky and inhale deeply. You feel dizzy, the wine coming up your throat.

You can’t believe what just happened. It’s one thing to discover his identity - but you can’t get over the fact that he clearly knew who you were. He is playing with you. He’s had the upper hand this entire time. Of course he does, you realize. His picture isn’t on his profile, but yours is. How dumb you are.

Your eyes fixated on the horizon, you let out a bitter laugh. What a fucking dick. What an enormous piece of shit. You clench your fists, ready to go back in and punch him in the balls for humiliating you like that. Your physical idea of him might’ve been completely wrong, but it clearly wasn’t in terms of personality.

“Here.”

At the sound of his voice, you spin on your heels, ready to spit venom - but he’s no longer smiling. His eyes are dark, his face serious, and he’s handing you a glass of white wine.

“Noticed that’s what you were drinking earlier,” he explains.

You squint your eyes at him.

“Get the fuck away from me,” you hiss.

He sighs, looking at you as if he is disappointed.

“C’mon, now. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, maybe we can be professional adults about this?”

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m talking about the attitude,” he says, raising an eyebrow nonchalantly. “We don’t like each other, and that’s fine. I don’t care, I don’t need to like you. But I’m tired of working with you feeling like a fight.”

It’s like you sober up all at once, fixating on him a dark glare.

“I don’t think I’m the problem here,” you spit out. “You came in and started criticizing my work like I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve been working here longer than you.”

“I’m still your superior,” he replies, taking a step towards you. “Whatever I say goes.”

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

“I’ve always been polite.”

“Polite, my ass. You’ve been looking down at me ever since your first email. I’m not stupid, don’t talk to me as if I am.”

“If only you did what is expected -”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. He stops.

“You did not just say that.”

He squints his eyes and exhales deeply. “All I mean is, it doesn’t have to be that difficult. Just make the damn changes.”

“I do,” you hiss. “But you could ask for them a little bit more nicely.”

“What, do you want every single email to come with a bouquet of flowers and a serenade? I have better things to do.”

“You’re such a patronizing asshole.”

“And all you do is insult me. Why can’t you act like an adult for once?”

“You know nothing about me.”

“I know enough.”

You take a deep breath. It feels like arguing with a wall - clearly, there is nothing to be done, and really, nothing to say. You just don’t get along, and that will be the end of it. You suddenly feel tired. You take the glass of wine from his hand.

“Here’s one more insult for the road: fuck you.”

You just want to go back inside, finish your drink and get home, but Changbin grabs your upper arm as you’re starting to walk away. He doesn’t do it gently, but it’s not rough either - you look up at him with spite.

Or you try.

Because Changbin is so very terribly your type, smells wonderful, and has the kind of voice to get anyone weak in the knees.

Focus, woman.

“What?” you hiss.

“This conversation is not over.”

“Oh, I think it is,” you laugh with scorn.

“It isn’t,” he retorts, his eyes focused on you.

He’s standing a little too close for your liking - you can’t help but glance at his lips. Plump. Inviting.

“We have to figure out a way to work together. It’s not like we have a choice.”

You lift your chin slightly. “If you don’t let me go this second, I’ll scream and tell everyone you’re a pervert.”

He bites his lip, clearly holding back an insult, and you wish he would just say it. He doesn’t, though, and simply lets you go. You shake your hair out of your face.

“I’m sick of the games,” he chews. “Tell me what you want.”

You smile at him. “The games.”

He sighs and you chuckle.

“Don’t think for a second you’ll get away with this trick you just pulled. If you thought I was difficult before, you have no idea what’s coming for you now, Mr. Seo.”

He looks exhausted and slightly worried, but angry most of all. That delights you, and you finally walk away from him, finishing your glass of wine in one sip.

He can’t let you walk away like this.

This is all Changbin can think of as he watches you cross the terrace to go back inside. If it ends like this, then it will all be for the worst. You might follow up on your promise to make his life a living hell, or even worse, things might get awkward and even more tense. No, definitely, you and him need to continue this conversation and find some kind of agreement.

He licks his lips, turning away from the building in annoyance. He never signed up for this when he decided to leave his previous workplace for this one - yes, the salary was better, and so were the benefits, but it was never about that. It was about challenging himself, about growing and learning in his workplace environment, about finding his place. You couldn’t get in the way of that. Nobody could.

Changbin glances inside to make sure you haven’t left the building - he catches a glimpse of you near the bar, sulking. Good, he thinks, as he finishes his own glass. Let the both of you be miserable and angry, at least.

The world feels so quiet out on the terrace, but when he steps back inside, his ears are filled once more with the sounds of music and conversation. Since there are a lot of people around, maybe it won’t be as easy for you to start spitting venom at him - but he doesn’t really count on that. He takes a deep breath, tries to settle his anger. Just a conversation. Calm, polite, reasonable. You can do that.

However, as you lock eyes with him across the room, Changbin knows it won’t be that easy. Your eyes are full of fire, your mouth pinched in spite. It could be unattractive if only that black dress did not perfectly hug your curves and set his mind wandering against his will.

“For fuck’s sake, can’t you leave me alone?” you whine.

It would be so easy to fall back into the same energy as you, but Changbin holds on. He breathes in, leaning against the wall next to you. He’s not a difficult person. He doesn’t usually get into conflicts with people. Why he does with you is beyond him.

“Look,” he says. “I just want to be able to work in peace.”

“So do I,” you sigh. “But you never let that happen.”

“How about this,” he snaps, turning to face you. “I hold back on the passive aggressive, but so do you.”

To his despair, you only give him a smug smile.

“So you admit to the passive aggressiveness.”

“Is this what you pick up on?”

“Didn’t you hear me earlier?” you say, frowning. “You humiliated me. Made damn sure I’d feel like a fool not knowing your face. I’m not going to let you walk away from that.”

“What the hell do you want from me?”

You scoff. “You think I’m going to tell you now? No way. I want you to live in fear.”

It’s entirely against his will, but Changbin laughs. He quickly frowns afterwards, sliding a hand across his face. The look of surprise on your face quickly fades away, though, to a certain revolt.

“Are you laughing at me?” you ask.

“No,” he sighs, making sure his face no longer holds any kind of laughter. “You’re just getting on my last nerve.”

“Well you’ve been on mine for a certain time.”

“It’s useless to talk to you, isn’t it?”

“If you wanted to talk, why didn’t you just come and see me? Why did you have to do all that shit with the picture and the boss? Why did you have to mock me like you did?”

You are so full of fire, Changbin can’t believe his eyes and ears. You’re like a flame he can’t look away from - a flame he desperately wants to extinguish for his own preservation, and yet one he desperately wants to graze with his fingers, even knowing he’ll get burned.

Your conversation is going nowhere, Changbin is aware of it. Things have gone completely out of hand, so much it all feels like a fever dream. So confused between his different feelings for you, Changbin breathes out, pulling on his suit to replace it on his shoulders.

“I need another drink,” he mumbles.

Without him expecting it, tables turn - this time, it’s you grabbing his arm as he is turning away. He looks up at you in surprise.

“I have an idea,” you say.

It might be the booze, or it might just be the adrenaline, but you find yourself dragging Seo Changbin by the wrist across the lobby, all the way to the elevators. To your surprise, he doesn’t even try to shrug you off, and you don’t let him go.

You both get in the elevator and you push the button for the 12th floor. Changbin waits until the doors have closed and you stand in silence to ask.

“Where are we going?”

“Where do you think?” you sigh. “Your office.”

He turns towards you, eyes dark.

“Why?”

You do the same, turning to face him. Your index pushes against his chest.

“You’re going to do something for me,” you state. “Even if I have to endure your shit, I’ll make sure nobody else does.”

“I’m not going to - It’s not even - and how are you going to do that?”

“Simple,” you grin. “Upload a picture.”

The doors of the elevator open on this perfect timing, and you wave your hand.

“After you.”

He lets out a long sigh but he still leads you to his office. You’ve never been in this area of the building, but now is not the time for sightseeing. Besides, most floors look the same.

Changbin opens the door to his office, and you follow him inside. It’s not a very big room, but it’s still wide enough for a large desk and bookshelves. There are two large windows, and the walls facing the rest of the floor are made of glass. Not much for privacy, you think. But then again, your own desk stands in the middle of a wide room, which you share with ten other people.

You nod towards his chair. “Sit.”

He rolls his eyes, but he does. You stand next to him, arms crossed, thinking about the fact that this was probably the spot from where he sent most of his day-ruining emails to you. You bite your tongue a little.

“C’mon. Open the computer and upload the damn picture.”

“I don’t have one.”

“One what?”

“A picture,” he explains. “An official one, I mean.”

You groan. “I don’t give a shit. Find another one, it’ll have to do.”

“I was told it had to be -”

“Hey,” you snap. “You’re in no position to argue.”

He scoffs but he doesn’t answer, although he clearly disagrees. You don’t care you’re being petty, and that he’s being the bigger person - you’ve never had much of a reasonable nature. As Changbin searches through his computer, you walk around the office, staring at the window, staring at him, and then at his screen. You catch a glimpse of a group picture, of him with friends, smiling widely at the camera.

He shakes his head but reframes the picture and uploads it to his email profile. You squint your eyes.

“There. You happy?” he lets out.

“It’ll do for now,” you say.

He closes the windows on his screen, standing up. His shoulders are wide, his arms too. You remember that gym bag he was carrying.

“Let’s go, then,” he says.

You chuckle. “Oh, do you think this is over?”

He blinks at you, chuckling in disbelief. “Isn’t it?”

“Not even close.”

“All right, this is enough,” he growls, taking a step towards you. “I’ve done what you wanted, can’t you move on now?”

“No, I can’t,” you spit. “You’ve made my life difficult ever since you’ve started working here and -”

“What about my life?” Changbin hisses. “You think your fucking tone and attitude has made my days easier?”

“At least I’m not a self-righteous asshole!” you cry out.

“God, you’re fucking detestable,” he says.

He’s standing too close to you now. All you can see, all you can smell, is him, him, him. The tension is so tightly drawn between your two bodies you feel like it can only snap. You desperately hold on to your end, though, because you’re scared of what might happen if you do let go - but it’s out of your control.

Changbin breathes in, and his eyes linger for a second too long on your lips - and that makes the tightrope snap.

He doesn’t kiss you first, but neither do you - it just happens at the same time. Your lips crash halfway in a feverish dance, and you can’t understand what is happening to you. It feels like your entire body just caught on fire, like everything makes sense, like every step you’ve taken, every word you’ve uttered, has led you to this moment.

Changbin’s hand slides behind your head, holding the back of your neck, and your arms circle his waist to sprawl on his back. He kisses you deeply, breathing you in, and you can only collapse in his arms.

Your hands go against his chest, and then in his hair, as he keeps pushing your head against his lips, as if to deepen your kiss, more and more. Your back hits the desk behind you, but you barely notice. All you can feel are Changbin’s lips devouring yours, his arms holding you close. You open your mouth wider but he’s quicker, sliding his tongue inside before you can do the same.

A moan escapes your throat, vibrating against his lips, and he draws you in even closer. It seems like forever before you lean back, breathless, just in order to catch your breath. Your lips feel swollen already, but you don’t want to stop kissing him. Still, the slight distance gives you enough perspective to realize what is happening.

“What the fuck am I doing,” you whisper, shaking your head.

A part of you wants to slip away, just so you have time to put some order in your thoughts, but as you are about to do so, Changbin’s fingers, which had been resting on your waist, grab your chin tightly. You whimper.

“Is this a part of your little game?” he says in a low voice, breathing heavily.

“What?”

“Tell me the truth,” he hisses. “Are you playing with me now?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You angrily grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand away - but he is stronger than you. You struggle against him, gritting your teeth.

“Answer me,” he insists.

“Fuck you,” you spit out.

He relaxes enough for you to push him away, squinting your eyes at him in anger.

“Way to ruin the moment, asshole.”

You do the only thing that makes sense for you in that instant - walk away. You’re ashamed and horribly angry at yourself for letting this happen. He’s attractive, yes, but he’s ruined so many of your days, made you feel miserable and worthless at your job. You have to hold on to your anger - and it has to be directed at him.

Your heels make no sound against the carpet and it’s infuriating. You don’t hear anyone behind you either, so you guess Changbin has decided not to follow you. It’s probably a good thing, although now you feel entirely at a loss as to how your workdays will go. Should you be quiet? You scoff. No - if anyone should, it’s him.

Your hand smashes the button for the elevator. It takes too long to arrive, but it does. You enter the elevator, push the button for the lobby and cross your arms.

Fuck, if only he wasn’t such a good kisser.

The doors are nearly closed when he comes in. He slides between them, stands in front of you. He’s not that much taller than you but someone in his demeanor makes you feel like he’s towering over you by several inches.

“Just leave me alone, will you?” you hiss.

He scoffs, shaking his head. There’s a wildness in his eyes, and you can’t look away from him.

“Can you really blame me for asking?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“About playing games,” he says, articulating each syllable. Each sounds angrier than the last. “You told me you’d make me regret what I did.”

You pout. “Aw, are you really that scared? It’s not my fault you made it your job to piss me off.”

“Look who’s talking.”

You stare at each other for a second. It’s like the tension has magically reappeared, unresolved. It’s clear you both want the same thing, but can’t bring yourselves to say or show it. You’re so angry at him.

He takes another step towards you. Your faces are inches from each other - just a nod and his lips would be on yours again.

“Fine. I’m sorry about the picture thing,” he says, his voice low and deep.

“Just that?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

His smirk only curves half of his mouth, and it’s humorless. “Don’t push it.”

You are the one to tilt your head forward, just slightly.

“This does not mean I’m not angry at you,” you breathe in his mouth.

“And we still need to talk about this,” he adds.

“Later,” you nod.

He turns to slam the button to stop the elevator, and as his body comes back to face yours, you pull him in your arms and kiss him.

It’s even more desperate and angry than before, maybe because neither of you are held back by the surprise and doubt. It’s unsaid, but you hear it from his lips, it doesn’t mean anything. You’ve just both been tense and you need an outlet - what better than each other?

Changbin pushes you against the wall of the elevator, his hands discovering your body. His warmth and his weight are completely enveloping you, and you push his jacket away. He shrugs it off, and the fabric of his shirt is soft against your skin.

Changbin kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting to do it, like you’re not on top of each other inside a dark elevator outside of work hours, his tongue tasting of lemon and gin.

One of his hands traces your hips and slides on your ass, squeezing softly. In a swift move, he lifts one of your legs and wraps it around his. It elicits a moan from you, your nails scratch the back of his neck. He growls in your mouth, biting your lower lip in answer.

With his body pushed against yours, you can feel his hard cock, and he shifts you so it rubs directly against your wetness. You roll your hips, breathing heavily against his mouth.

“You like that, huh?” he tells you. “Rubbing yourself against me.”

“Easy, you’re so fucking hard already,” you retort.

“Like you aren’t all wet for my dick,” he sighs, kissing your neck.

You feel yourself clench at his words. When you don’t answer, only grab him tighter, Changbin chuckles.

“You are, aren’t you?” he whispers, his hands moving up your dress, lifting it slowly, warming your thighs.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He shakes his head, biting your earlobe hard. You let out a small whimper.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy of yours so good you won’t be able to come into work tomorrow.”

“You wish,” you answer, starting to unbutton his pants. “I’m not gonna let you go a day without getting an email from me. I’m going to fucking torture you.”

As you mutter the words, you take his cock out of his pants and start to rub your hand around it. Changbin hisses, slightly bucking his hips.

“You need a fucking lesson,” he sneers, pushing your underwear to the side to touch you. “I’m going to shut you up.”

He is right - you’re soaked, but it seems to please him. He takes a few seconds to caress you, spreading your wetness, and inserting a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan, wrapping your arms around his neck for a better hold.

“That’s right,” he mutters. “That’s what I like to hear.”

He inserts another finger, stretching your walls, and moving his wrist in sharp motions. You breathe out erratically, grabbing onto his suit, his fingers curled inside your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Making me lose my goddamn mind.”

You don’t want him to stop what he is doing, but you are craving the feel of his cock inside of you, so you tug at his hardness, kissing his jaw.

“Fuck me already.”

He doesn’t need you to ask twice, guiding himself against your entrance and penetrating you. You let out a choked moan, grabbing onto the wall of the elevator. He gives you time to adjust to his size, but he’s not being particularly careful either.

“Holy shit,” you mutter in his ear despite yourself.

“Fuck, I can feel my cock stretching you,” he grunts.

He thrusts his hips faster and faster, and in a matter of seconds he’s pounding into you. The elevator is silent except for the sounds of your heavy breathing and moans, and the lewd sounds of him fucking you, skin slapping against skin.

Your nails dig inside the back of his neck again, and he grips your waist so tight you’re sure it will leave a mark.

“Changbin, don’t stop,” you cry out.

“So impatient,” he sneers, but he still doesn’t stop, like he can’t, like he’s a man possessed.

He even accelerates, and you feel yourself coming. Your orgasm ripples through you like lightning. Your body shakes, your thoughts evaporate. Changbin fucks you deep, his breathing heavy in your hair.

“I can’t -” he hisses. “I’m not -”

“Come inside me,” you surprise yourself whispering.

You can feel his cock twitch at your words, and he comes inside you, hips bucking sharply, grunts escaping his throat like it’s hurting it.

You stay like that for a few minutes, panting, recovering your breath. After a few seconds he takes a step back, breathing out. You got back on both feet, feeling dizzy and already sore. You both look like a mess, hair tangled, lips raw from kissing.

You lean back against the wall, breathing slowly. He does the same on the wall next to you. You’re silent for a few seconds.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you say softly.

Changbin nods.

“Let’s go back up. There won’t be anyone there.”

His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard - almost tender. You look at him, giving him a small nod, and he pushes the elevator button so it heads back upstairs.

He lets you go to the bathroom alone, where you clean up, but he’s waiting for you outside.

“All good?” he asks with a frown.

“Yes.”

You look down at the floor as he does, and then back at him - meeting his eyes in the process. The silence is awkward, but just like that, you find yourself smiling. Him, too.

And then you start laughing.

It’s not hysterical laughter, just chuckling. He looks almost shy, and you can’t stop giggling. You might even be blushing.

“I don’t know about you,” he says, scrunching his nose. “But I feel a lot better.”

You smirk. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

He stretches a hand towards you. “Wanna go back to the party?”

You nod. “Hell yes. I need a drink.”

“So do I.”

You head back to the elevator, and you let it head downstairs this time. Smirking to yourselves, you feel like the whole thing is unreal.

But you do feel better. You don’t force your smile - it stretches on your face, plastered, almost annoyingly so. And Changbin. Fuck. You think he’s cute, with his cheeks still red and his neck a mess from the work of your nails.

“By the way,” you say. “You look fucking hot in that suit.”

“Right back at you. When I saw that little black dress I almost bit my fist off.”

You grin. Changbin turns to you, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Something’s not right, though,” he says.

You frown as he leans towards you, whispering in your ear.

“I didn’t get to do half of the things I want to do to you. So once we’ve had a couple of drinks, I’m taking you to my place, and I’m giving you another lesson. And this one will last.”

You bite your lip as the elevator doors open on the main hall, which is still filled with your chatting coworkers. Nothing has changed - the world has kept on spinning. Changbin gives you a smile, and extends his arm.

“Shall we?”

Changbin does not bring you to his place.

You bring him to yours.

Both of you started to get impatient after just one drink, eyefucking each other over your glasses although you had both just came hard in the elevator. It was like something finally snapped inside him, and he could let his thoughts roam free, unashamed, unbound.

The way your dress hugged your cleavage. The way your lips curled around the rim of your glass, begging to be kissed, begging to be fucked. All the things he wanted to do to you, that he had never let himself really think about, just proliferated in his mind. He could not stop thinking about how you moaned his name, how hot and humid you felt around him, how he wanted to slide his tongue on every inch of your skin. It made it difficult to focus on small talk with your colleagues. He kept feeling himself getting hard and he knew his pants were too tight for him to be able to hide it.

So he waited until you finished your drink and stole you away. Your place was just a short walk from the building. You made it there quickly, miraculously able to hold off making out and grinding against each other.

Now the front door is locked and you are alone.

Changbin stares at you in the darkness of the hallway. You look so fucking beautiful with your hair still a little dischelved from earlier, your lipstick tinting your lips a shade darker, your heels giving your legs the shape of heaven.

You take a step towards him and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. It’s small and cozy, most of the space occupied by a large bed - how perfect. It is unmade, the sheets tangled, a smell of lavender lingering in the air.

You aim for a kiss but Changbin shakes his head.

“Open a light,” he says. “I want to see you.”

You nod and turn on the lamp on your bedside table. It infuses the room in a soft yellow glow, and Changbin licks his lips. Perfect.

In a blur you find each other again, kissing passionately, feverishly. Changbin slides his tongue inside your mouth, toying with yours, drawing soft sighs from you. It’s a delightful sound he already likes too much. Eagerly, you remove his jacket, your hands palming his chest over the material of his shirt, and Changbin unbuttons it impatiently.

“Fuck, you look so fucking good,” you chuckle at the sight of his naked chest, immediately tracing the defined muscles with your finger tips.

His cock is already hard as a rock, pushing against his pants, but he barely thinks about it - he only sees you.

He takes a deep breath, because he wants to pace himself, because he wants to take his time with you this time. You made him impatient before, you clenched around his cock too tight, you sounded too good - but he won’t let it happen again. So he tilts your head to the left so he can kiss your neck, slowly unzipping your dress. His fingers brush the skin of your back at the same time, and he feels you shiver against him.

The dress falls on the ground, and Changbin takes a step back to admire your lingerie, simple black lace that makes the blood rush to his cock so hard he has no choice but to palm it, just to relieve it a little.

“You like?” you say cheekily.

“I’m trying to decide if I want to keep it on you or rip it off,” he answers, shaking his head.

You chuckle. “Want me to decide for you?”

Darkness flashes in Changbin’s eyes, and he closes the distance between you again, staring down at you.

“Listen, pet,” he growls. “Don’t think you have any control here. I make the decisions and you listen. If you don’t there will be consequences.”

The smile doesn’t disappear from your face, and Changbin can see that you like it when he speaks to you this way.

“A dom, huh?” you breathe. “How predictable.”

“Just as predictable that a brat like you is a sub.”

You pout. “Just for you tonight, sir.”

You slide a hand in his air and lean against his ear to whisper.

“One day you’ll find yourself handcuffed to the head of this bed and begging me to let you come. But let’s stick to tonight’s narrative.”

Changbin can’t help but chuckle at your words, feeling something swell in his chest. He likes you a little too much, and it makes no sense. Hours ago the only emotion you created in him was anger. But then again he hadn’t really met you.

“That’s right, pet,” he nods, taking a fistful of your hair. “Now you lay down on the bed like a good girl before I make you, huh?”

You nod, and Changbin follows you to the bed, when you lay down. He removes the rest of his clothes, letting his cock spring free, and catches you staring at it, licking your lips. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your taste. But I’m having mine first.”

He pulls your legs so you are laying on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs so can stand between them. He bends forward to kiss you, stroking your hair, and carefully removes your bra. You sigh as he circles his thumb over your sensitive nipples, massaging the other breast in his hand. Slowly, Changbin makes his way down your neck, his tongue drinking in your skin. He leaves a few kisses on your breasts, then on your stomach, and then hovers over your panties.

“Changbin…” you sigh.

“Still all wet and full of me, are you, pet? Is this sensitive?”

He pushes his index on the lace material, sending a shiver through your body.

“Y-yes. Fuck, Changbin, stop teasing me.”

“I don’t think so.”

He kisses you above the fabric, sliding his tongue over it. Even that way he can taste you, your wetness drenching your panties, and Changbin can feel his cock twitch. Fuck, he cannot wait to be inside of you again - but he has to be patient.

“So good to me, pet. So good. Let’s remove that.”

He takes off your panties and pushes your legs apart, taking in the sight of your soaked cunt, all throbbing and waiting for him. He hums appreciatively, unable to stop himself from stroking his cock at the same time.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Now you don’t come without me telling you so, right, pet? You understand the rules?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe out.

From your voice and the way you are already heavily breathing, he can sense you are desperate for contact. Changbin finds himself unable to really torture you much longer, and sinks his lips into your cunt.

You immediately let out a whimper, arching your back against his mouth. Changbin holds your legs apart, swirling his tongue around your clit, slurping you in. Your taste instantly gets him drunk, the feel of your juices coating his chin making him want to possess you right this second. But it feels too good to feel you writhing against his caresses, moaning his name. You grab his hair, pulling it, and it hurts a little but it’s the best kind of pain.

“Look at that mess, pet,” he smiles against your pussy. “Has anyone ever eaten you out properly before?”

“Fuck,” you breathe, and he stares at the way your chest moves, your nipples hard. It’s such a beautiful sight he gives your clit a few licks to reward you. “Nothing like you, Changbin. You’re - fuck - you’re making out with my pussy so well…”

“Good, pet,” he chuckles. “Keep it up with the praise and I’ll let you come.”

“Changbin, please…”

He slides his tongue inside of you, teasing your entrance, and he can feel you clenching even this way - you must be close to coming, but you’re holding on, and he’s proud of you. He could edge you like this all night, if only his cock wasn’t starting to hurt him, aching for you.

“Fuck, your tongue, Changbin - keep licking me like that, please, don’t stop…”

“You want to come, pet?”

“Yes, please, c-can I?”

As he inserts two fingers inside of you and starts pumping them, his tongue pressed against your clit, you cry out in pleasure, pulling his hair.

“Changbin, fuck, I can’t - I can’t -”

“Come, pet, come all over my mouth.”

And just like that you do, your hips bucking under his touch, your pussy throbbing in his mouth. He can feel your walls tighten, your legs trembling, and he doesn’t stop his caresses throughout your orgasm, so you can ride it as long as you can.

Once you breathe out, your body sinking into the mattress, Changbin steps back, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. He wipes your juices off his chin and stands up to push your hair away from your face. You already look fucked out, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, your eyes glassy.

“Holy fuck, that was amazing,” you say softly.

“It’s not over, pet,” he replies, kissing your pretty lips.

“Can I suck your cock, now?”

“You’re asking so nicely, pet. How can I say no?”

You grin, looking down at his erect cock. Changbin takes a deep breath, letting you smear the pre-cum on the tip and giving it a few tentative strokes.

“I like your cock a lot, y’know?” you tell him. “So pretty and thick.”

Changbin slides a hand through his hair, easing his breathing, as you take him in your mouth. You suck him well, bobbing your head up and down, taking the time to wrap your tongue around him. Your hand accompanies your movements, stroking his base, and Changbin groans at the sensation. He would close his eyes and bask in the pleasure you’re giving him if only it wasn’t so intoxicating to keep looking at you. Such a beautiful sight, seeing you suck him off like that after having eaten your sweet cunt.

“Am I doing good, sir?” you ask, slapping his cock on your tongue.

Changbin grins. “Doing fantastic, pet. I knew you would look good wrapped around my cock, but it’s even better.”

“Did you think about it a lot?” you ask.

He frowns.

“You saw my picture,” you say, arching an eyebrow. “Did you imagine me with my cock in your mouth before, or did you just hate my guts?”

Changbin laughs, holding your hair. “I think I spent most of my energy hating you so I wouldn’t think about you sucking me off.”

“Hm,” you say with a satisfied smirk. “If I’d known what you looked like I would’ve come to give you a blowjob under your desk way before.”

“Never too late,” he grins. “If you do that for me I might bend you over my desk afterwards.”

You giggle, and Changbin feels that warmth in his chest again. He’s starting to like you a little too much, and it has nothing to do with the fact that his balls deep inside your mouth right now. You’re funny. Witty. Pretty. Even worse, you’re fun.

“For now let’s focus, pet, yeah?” he says. “This is good, but I want more from that pretty mouth.”

He guides you back, gesturing you to lay down on the bed upside down. Your head placed on the edge of it, he towers over you.

“You tell me if this is too much,” he whispers to you, and you nod - but you just open your mouth wide for him.

He guides his cock back in your mouth, able to move as much as he wants. You gag a little as he goes deep in your throat, but you’re taking him well - and so, Changbin accelerates. He fucks your mouth, perhaps a little too roughly, but it feels so fucking good he can’t stop.

“Fuck, look at how you swallow my cock, pet,” he says, breathing hard.

“It’s because you fuck my mouth so good, sir,” you answer.

He grins, bucking his hips, staring at your gorgeous body as he does. You’re touching yourself at the same time, your fingers pressed against your clit. Your eyes are watering, the saliva around your lips making his thrusts easier, and he’s dangerously close to exploding in your mouth.

“Such a good little pet,” he groans. “Do you remember when I filled that cunt of yours, earlier?”

You nod around his cock.

“This time I’ll make you choke on my cum,” he smiles.

You moan, the vibration sending him on the edge, and Changbin has to pull out from your mouth.

“Don’t move,” he grunts. “I need to fuck you.”

He climbs on top of you on the bed, making sure your head is against the mattress, and pushes into you without hesitation. It’s like it brings him clarity again, as much as the feel of you around his cock is making him more insane.

“God, this fucking cunt. I’m never getting tired of it,” he chuckles.

“Yes, fuck me deep,” you moan. “Make me feel that beautiful cock of yours.”

He thrusts his hips inside of you, stretching you deeper and deeper. You pant against him, your nails digging into the skin of his back, but Changbin doesn’t care. He pounds into you, feeling sweaty and drunk on the scent and taste of you.

“C-Changbin, fuck, yes…”

“Where’s that praise, pet? I need to hear it,” he grunts.

“I - I’m trying…”

“Am I fucking you dumb, or what? Keep talking.”

But he’s fucking so fast and sharp, and it’s difficult for you to find the words. Changbin can only stare at your face, your closed eyes, your parted mouth. Your lips are a little bruised, your hair a mess, your makeup smudged. You look like a dream.

“F-fucking me so good,” you breathe. “I love your cock inside of me. Please, k-keep fucking me…”

You’re clenching around him tightly, so close to your orgasm, and so is Changbin - he’s breathing fast, trying to hold off, but it’s getting more and more difficult. Once he’s inside of you he can’t think straight, and he’s getting impatient.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he slips out, your name feeling smooth on his lips. “I’m going to come. Let’s do it together, yeah?”

“Y-yes, please…”

How he wanted to come in your mouth - but his cock does not want to listen, and he explores inside of you instead for the second time tonight. You come as well, shaking around him as he fills you up, moaning his name loudly, the sound echoing in the room.

Changbin wipes his forehead, staying inside of you for another second. He tries to catch his breath, and opens his eyes to look at you. You are already staring at him, smiling softly.

“I thought you wanted to come in my mouth?” you tease him.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You really get on my last nerve, you know that?”

You both laugh.

It’s yet another day at work.

You twirl on your deskchair, typing your translation on a fair rhythm. You’re not particularly fast today, but you’re not slow, either.

It’s just that your thoughts are a little elsewhere.

You take a break to take a sip of coffee, and an email notification appears on your screen.

Seo Changbin.

You push your tongue against your cheek, smirking devilishly to yourself. You sent him a particularly fiery email a few minutes ago, and you can’t wait to see his answer. You click a little too fast on your inbox.

Dear Y/LN,

Your email has come to my attention but I am in a meeting and unfortunately cannot attend to your request. Please rest assured it will be my top priority once I get back to my office. I will make sure to personally attend to these matters.

Ever yours,

Seo Changbin

You bite your lip, trying to be discreet as you chuckle. You scroll down to see the email you’d sent him. Just a few meaningless words about asking for clarification about the dress code, and a picture attached. A picture you’ve taken from under your desk, displaying your blatant lack of underwear.

You’re still playing a dangerous game - it’s just of another kind.

You send him a quick reply, your eyes shining.

Looking forward to your collaboration.

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What if omega mc gets pregnant by Minhyeok how would the kings react?

As a general rule, they would all be various degrees of pissed off. How dare Minhyeok be the one to father their first child! That's supposed to be their job!

Satan

Good King Satan accepts all people into Gehenna. He will definitely accept MC back whenever they want to be let in, belly or no. Also, he is that kid's father now. Minhyeok is no longer in the equation. Yes, Minhyeok will remind Satan all the time that MC is carrying his child. Satan chooses to ignore him.

Mammon

Maybe it's just me, but... I feel like Mammon would have a mild to moderate pregnancy kink (or maybe just an MC kink). That is to say, I think he would love to love on MC's pregnant belly. He would have preferred to be the one who made that belly, but he won't turn down his sweet master.

MC, as always, will be spoiled to bits by the entirety of Tartaros. Cravings fulfilled. Random gifts. Rubbing their belly with his large hands. Telling them to stay and raise their child in Tartaros so they will never want for anything. Minhyeok can move in too if that convinces MC to stay!

Leviathan

Not happy that MC went and got themselves impregnated by someone else. Yes, he knows Minhyeok is their friend, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Make no mistake, he would look at MC in disappointment; more so if MC and Minhyeok had bonded. Such low standards...

HOWEVER, he would be an authority figure in that child's life regardless of what Minhyeok or MC say. He runs a kingdom for child devils without families. Of course he wouldn't hesitate to be another adult figure in that kid's life.

Beelzebub

Another devil who definitely has a pregnancy kink. Does not give a shit if Minhyeok is the father. He has to steal MC and their kid. Minhyeok is not allowed in. Passive aggressive bitch toward Minhyeok.

Yes, he is waiting for that one stage of pregnancy where the one carrying the child gets incredibly horny at all times. Yes, he does plan to be around to take care of their every need. Well... at least one of the clones will be there whenever they need him...

Lucifer

Doctor mode activated.

Lucifer's first concern is doing all the prenatal checks and ensuring the health of MC and baby. Male omega require special care and his first priority is keeping his patients safe. Female omega are less complex, but they still need checkups.

He'll only process that MC is pregnant because of Minhyeok much later...

Shockingly, I think he is the most okay with it. He does want to know how sure MC is about keeping Minhyeok though. Perhaps they would be open to allowing him to be the father of their next child.

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb lucifer #cw omegaverse

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How would the main 6 react to finding out Mc has ptsd?

Cracks knuckles oh baby as someone with C-PTSD this is my JAM

Julien;

He listens to your explanation, never breaking eye contact. He understands, he’s a doctor, he talks you through it

When you’re having an attack, he’s quick to ground you and help you seek a good therapist

Protective asf, he will not let you do anything alone since it makes you nervous.

Learns every one of your triggers so he can prevent them, whether that’s stopping himself from doing it or someone else

Holds you and cries about what you’ve been through, promises to never let it happen again

Portia;

Post-traumatic- down-syndrome? (Tiktok reference)

Nah but she isn’t certain what that is or what it means, but she DOES read about it and teaches herself what it all entails

Asks julien for further knowledge and how to help

Asks if you need space, to talk, advice, or just her company

In the middle of your attacks, she rubs you. Whether it’s your hand, your back, carding her fingers through your hair, she’s anchoring you back to the ground again

Asks what you need from her when you’re anxious

“Reassurance? Quality time? A listening ear—a shoulder? I have two of those!”

Muriel;

He understands you more then anyone. And funny enough, your anxiety seems to go hand in hand with his own

You’re damn right people are scary!! And loud noises are overwhelming!! And you’re angry and scared and just want to feel safe!! Him too!!

He isn’t the best at staying grounded, honestly he’s still learning healthy coping mechanisms

But when he sees you struggling, he finds himself in the clearest state of mind. He listens, he’s nurturing, and very intuitive.

Smiles so soft and so warm when you calm down from an episode, never pushes you to talk

Sometimes, you panic together about the same thing. Something about seeing someone you love feel the same way as you do….feels like home. You’re not dramatic, you’re more in control then you originally thought, and you’re cared for. Just as you care for him, he cares for you

Nadia;

She’s very good at rationalizing your racing thoughts, using logic to soothe your panic when it seems to be becoming too much

Uses her hands to massage the tension out of your muscles and help you process and work through the feelings you’re having

Aromatherapy, 100%

Reserved a spa day for you, just you and her, no one else. She knows the company of the servants would make you mask

Probably offers to buy you an exotic animal just so you have someone at your side if she’s away when you spiral

Lucio;

This man probably tells you to calm down, not realizing that’s making it worse.

Blubbers an apology immediately after, stuttering wildly as he waves his arms frantically

“No! Don’t cry—-! Hey, darling, it’s alright! What’s happened? My love, can you look at me? Show me those gorgeous eyes, there you go, wonderful. Now, what’s gotten you so upset?”

Thinks someone’s responsible, fully plans on lynching them as soon as he’s figured out the culprit

If your trigger is an inanimate object, he WILL destroy it. And yell at the servants not to trigger you

Drapes his cape over you so you feel sheltered and calm, so you can hide if you don’t want to be seen but don’t want to be alone

Definitely glares at anyone who attempts to call you emotional or puts you down for a natural reaction to trauma

Showers you in compliments, covers the mirrors in little affirmations with lipstick

Asra;

He knew. He’s always known. Even before you did.

He’s very patient, extremely passive and cautious

He educates others on your behalf so you’re never in an unwanted situation or triggered on accident

Reminds you to take medicine, eat, drink water, etc

Asks the arcana to guide you and offer you wisdom and clarity

Constantly ensures you’re never in a night terror/flashback

Can immediately tell when your anxiety spikes, doesn’t even ask before he brings you into the shop in a controlled and familiar environment and asks to talk

Admires you and your courage, he tells you everyday how strong you are and how proud of you he is

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Imagine a Azul x Yuu/MC dynamic where, right out the gate, Yuu is having NONE of Azul's nitpicking on debts and repayments.

Azul insists on "fair compensation" for any little favor, every second of time that could have been spent swindling some poor unfortunate soul, and how does Yuu respond?

"No. I will not pay you back because I'm a little thief. A criminal. Your time and favors have been stolen and I am not compensating you for any of them."

Azul is flustered. Flabbergasted. Frustrated and stunned that someone dare throw a wrench in his little debt-and-payment schemes lifestyle.

What's worse is how beloved Yuu is by the other dorm leaders. Usually Azul could resort to blackmail if his little guilt trips fail. But this is the Ramshackle Prefect, monster tamer and master of Overblots. If he pushed too far, Azul would quickly become calamari.

So the best he can do is ban Yuu from the Mostro Lounge.

...which only sours his mood, for some reason.

The ban doesn't last long. Jade and Floyd actually never told Yuu about the ban, much more aware of Azul's feelings than himself.

Begrudgingly, his avoidance of the Prefect turns into an acceptance of their little criminal tendencies... with some banter. You think he'd pass off on the opportunity to get their attention toss some passive-aggressive comments their way?

"Well, if it isn't the Prefect. Here to empty my pockets again?"

"Perhaps you should turn that heap of rotting wood into a ship if you intend on being a pirate."

"Ah, if it isn't everyone's favorite felon."

And each time, Yuu smiles. Azul's cheeks go red, and he can only hope it doesn't show.

It does.

Yuu also notices how he lingers

Regardless of whether it's a subdued conversation, silent time spent in each other's company, or full-out bickering. It's like Azul is reluctant to leave.

So Yuu shoots their shot.

"I'm planning a big heist" they say to Azul one day, smile full of mischief. "Since you're the target, wanna guess what I'll be stealing?"

Azul let's out a fake sigh, as always, and feigns annoyance at Yuu's schemes.

"I'd rather you just tell me."

"Aw, you're no fun," Yuu complains. Azul's heart leaps at their pout.

"Fine. Perhaps you intend to commandeer the Mostro Lounge this time?"

"Mmm, no, something more valuable than that."

What could be more valuable than the Mostro Lounge?

"Your heart. Or hearts? If you have as many as a normal octopus does. Technically I'm going to steal all of you, though. This Saturday at ten sound good?"

The merman only had one, but if he had three, they all would have stopped. His mouth hangs open in disbelief.

"I- I-"

"Alright! I'll pick you up then, Captain Calamari!"

The Prefect was going to be the death of him.

#azul x yuu #azul x mc #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #octanivelle #disney twisted wonderland #twst azul #twst yuu #smooth yuu

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astrobydalia · 2 years

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More observations pt. 13

Masterlist

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Mercury is such an underrated planet. It literally shows under which lens we process information and communicate ourselves as well as what our mind is constantly focused on, and since we use our minds and communicate all the time, this planet really plays out in your personality a lot more than you think

Speaking of, the two mercurial signs (Gemini and Virgo) represent two types of communication:

Gemini -> is all about collecting and exploring information and ideas. Rules oral speech or spoken communication that is much more spontaneous and open to variations, casual/informal language

Virgo -> is all about organizing and classifying information. Rules written communication and grammar which is more deliberate and nuanced and sets the standard for an adequate expression

Scorpio Sun/Moon women are usually very extroverted or outspoken, they're usually not afraid to speak their mind at all

Is it just me or Cancer Sun women ALWAYS embody the Cancer stereotype 😭 Like they really take pride (Sun) in being vulnerable, caring and emotionally driven or somewhat emo (Cancer)

Venus/Mars in the 2nd house people aren't really wealthy from what I've seen. Yes they are hustlers and do attract money easily but they're also big spenders so they're really not good at budgeting and actually struggle with long-term wealth. I've seen many people with this placement struggling financially or barely surviving day by day not because they don't have money but because they don't know how to spent it and forget that they have to set some money aside to pay bills.

With that being said, that's why I've seen 8th housers/Plutonians (including Pluto in the 2nd house) being far more wealthy and powerful than Venusians/2nd housers because 2nd house is about making money to obtain your own resources but 8th house is all about making money by knowing how to invest your resources and assets. That's why it's always Scorpio/8th house placements who have their own business

I’m on a mission to understand why there’s so much Venusian influence in the charts of philosophers: Taurus and Libra placements (specially Taurus Moon) including Venus influence in the MC

I haven't met a single Cardinal Mars that wasn't super workaholic

Leo North Node people need to learn to be more courageous in this lifetime and be brave enough to stand out. They have a tendency to be kinda cowardly and conform to peer pressure

When underdeveloped, people with Sun in the 12th house or Sun-Neptune aspects or Neptune in the 5th house actually have a HUGE ego and literally put themselves in a pedestal. Because they don’t have a solid sense of self they end up sustaining their identity on a very idolized image of themselves, and because they feel misunderstood they end up thinking they are more elevated or special. They usually feel very entitled to status because of this

Aries Lilith people are so petty and passive aggressive for no reason... Females with this placement live in a constant competition with other women and easily feel threatened by other women

Leo Mercury won't hesitate to interrupt or change topics in a conversation if they don't care what you're talking about

To be honest, people with Neptune in an earth sign/house are better off with having their own business or being their own boss bc people that they work for/work with tent to deceive them or exploit them and they most likely have being victim of fraud at some point of their life (they could fraud others too). Another reason why I think this is a good placement for entrepreneurs it's bc these natives have the ability to materialize (earth) what they imagine (Neptune)

Sagittarius Moons really are blind to/don't care about social norms and politeness. On one hand this can make them effortlessly funny and chill but other times they often come across as entitled assholes

Leo Moons 🤝 gatekeeping. The way they claim things genuinely makes it feel like ITS JUST THEIRS

People with Neptune in the 1st house usually come across as dumb, impressionable or gullible to others, this 'dumb blonde' image sort of like Cat from Victorious or Phoebe from Friends. Even when they proof to be very smart, they are never seen as particularly intellectual and women with this placement are seen as trophy wives. These natives are treated like they’re just a Barbie doll sitting there 😃🧍🏽‍♀️

Even though Virgo rules protocol (following stablished rules), I've seen that Virgo placements particularly Virgo Mars like doing things THEIR OWN way because they are very confident they know how to do it better. They don't mind breaking or adjusting some rules if they genuinely believe that their way of doing something is better

Aquarius are known to be trend-setters, but it's actually Aries placements who people are always trying to copy

Natives with Taurus/Venus/Ceres in the 4th house or their 4th house ruler falling in Taurus/2nd house probably grew up in the suburbs, a village, a farm, the outskirts of town or surrounded by nature or far from the big city.

Any sort of Neptune/Pisces/12th house influence in the 4th house is giving Bruno from Encanto. These natives often have very big families that are present in their lives but they still feel very distant from them in some way, they secretly felt very alienated growing up like they were almost a invisible or they feel like their family doesn't really know who they are. I've noticed many times these natives usually follow a very different path and their family ends up idolizing them for it, they basically become a 'legend' or something 'otherworldly' compared to the rest of their family

I just have to point out how earth mercuries are the BEST writers. They are so good at picking up beautiful details and choosing just the right words to illustrate something. I have seen so many poets, song-writters and novelist with this placement it's amazing

This won't apply to everyone but the people I've seen with mayor Capricorn, Scorpio and Pisces energy in their chart (either through house, planet or sign) always ended up really needing psychological help for some reason.

^^Another thing I've noticed in people with mayor Capricorn, Scorpio and Pisces energy is that they are the most prone to getting themselves into really shady business like getting involved with/attracting the wrong people or even having experiences with dark entities

Virgo Moons are the definition of understanding the assignment

Earth signs in the big 3 🤝 self-earned success

Gemini placements 🤝 talking back/having the last word

I’ve actually noticed that Scorpio/8th house Mercury actually LOVE it when you ask them questions specially if you're asking them for advice or their opinion. Doesn’t mean they will spill their guts (they definitely won’t), but they really like it when others trust them to dive into any sort of conversation and they like it when you trust them with your problems and insecurities. I swear if you wanna catch the attention of these natives just say “can I ask/tell you something?” in a very confidential tone and they will often reply with “oh yes please you can tell me ANYTHING”

Women with Moon opposite/square Venus have a very complicated relationship with motherhood. They may not want kids but if they do, two things can happen when they have them: First scenario is they become the type of woman that loses herself in motherhood (Moon) and feels guilty for taking care of herself and indulging (Venus), in which case they could guilty-trip their children, "I gave myself up to take care of you" sort of thing (underdeveloped Moon energy). Second scenario is she doesn’t want to give up her self-care and ends up becoming a neglectful mother, she will love her kids and give them all they want (Venus) but she's not nurturing (Moon), in such cases the mother is superficial and treats the child as a possession (underdeveloped Venus energy). I've very often seen that in both cases women with this aspect end up taking the role of an older sister/friend rather than a mother to their children and they may have also had trouble conceiving

One time I was ranting to my friend about how much I hate septum piercings because “why would you wanna look like a bull or sum ox??” and right on that second I realized: Taurus placements💡

I've seen so many Taurus Suns who are atheists. They're so focused on grounded reality that they find it hard (almost absurd) to believe in a transcendental reality or if they believe in it they think it's not possible to reach it. They seem to be hyper-aware that the only moving force of life is nature itself and nothing more

One last note on Taurus placements, they're usually not the type to cut people off easily, but I've actually noticed there are two main reasons why they would actually cut you off:

1) if you bring drama and too much trouble into their life. They are patient to a fault and can keep the wrong people around them for a bit too long but when you break their patience it's genuinely OVER for you and they won't look back. They're Venusian after all so what they really want is to chill and have peace around them

2) if you bring any form of change or newness into their life. Taurus placements like things staying the same bc it gives them sense of peace and stability, so they will run away from anyone who challenges this or wants to change their perspective of things in some way. It's like they want to stay in their own bubble and will not want anyone to burst it in any way.

Aries placements are hit or miss. They are either emotionally immature, selfish and superficial or the most chill, LOYAL and overall the most elite people to have in your life

Every single time North Node has transited Taurus there has been an economic crisis of some sort or issues with resources and nature. We're seeing it right now or for example this this transit also took place during the the Great Depression

I've noticed Gemini Mars folks are bad bitches like wow they really don't play

I've seen many people with Neptune in the 7th house being quite selfish and not the most empathetic tbh. If underdeveloped they could have a tendency to alienate or depersonalize others because they see them as some sort of caricatures

Air moons or Moon in an air house had mothers/families that never made a big deal out of their emotional issues or needs, they may have been like "I'll just get you a therapist and problem solved you'll see" or "it's okay don't worry we'll just do this and you'll be fine", etc. That's why these natives tend to rationalize their emotions

I have to say that Moon in the 4th house are some of the most emotionally intelligent people I've ever met but please you guys need to leave the past in the past 😭 These natives have a tendency to ruminate a little TOO much to the point where is damaging their emotional well-being and personal development

Cancer risings deep down think of themselves as smarter due to Gemini in their 12th house. They are open to hearing new ideas and perspectives but ultimately they believe they have the last word

I've noticed this pattern in Scorpio/8th house Mars where they have this strong tendency to be incredibly invasive and can easily walk all over your boundaries. They’re the type to really rush relationships or eat half of your food when you offered them just a bite (lol dumb example but you get the idea)

Natives with South Node in an earth sign (specially Taurus and Capricorn) are the most likely to get caught up in hustle culture. In this lifetime they might be forced to sacrifice their ambitions in some way to focus more on their own sanity, fulfillment and emotional well-being

Libra placements 🤝 being homosexual, being called homosexual by others or toying with homosexuality

Mutable risings 🤝 self-deception and self-gaslight, can easily convince themselves of whatever and believe their own lies

Honestly, never underestimate water mars people (water sign/house). They are very sneaky when facing problems and never come forward with their real intentions so they’re the type to show results and surprise everyone with their achievements. I've noticed that when they set a goal instead of pursuing it directly themselves they manipulate the situation and work bts until things fall into place for them. You’ll never see them fail because they just sneak away as soon as they realize they can’t win and they will be very good at hiding when they’re struggling

Aquarius placements seriously don't get enough credit for how psychic they can be actually! Most people that I've seen that had a talent to accurately predict the future had Aquarius placements (namely sun/moon/mercury), they really are ahead of their time

This may sound super obvious but I've noticed that my fave people to follow on social media always have their personal planets falling in my 11th house

Neptune/Pisces in the angels 🤝 seeing themselves as the main character and seeing their life as a movie or sum to cope with the fact that they feel out of control of their life/themselves. These natives are the best story-tellers imo bc they romanticize their life so much that they will describe even the most boring and mundane shit like it's the scene of a movie (they be reaching sometimes with the things they say but hey at least it's entertaining)

Chiron can also represent how we hurt others the most by projecting our deepest hurts and insecurities

People with Moon in the 5th/4th house have fixation with children and usually want to be parents with all their heart. On the other hand I've noticed natives with Sun in the 5th/4th house are not that fond of the idea of having children because they want to continue being a child themselves, but if they want kids they may like the idea of being the cool or fun parent

I’ve noticed that saturnian influence on the Moon is far more emotionally devastating than plutonic influence. I don’t mean to minimize Pluto’s power at all, but let’s not forget that this planet rules death and rebirth so when Pluto is influencing the moon emotional pain will be intense but the person comes out of it renewed. Saturn on the other hand rules permanence and Saturn brings that type of emotional pain that you never really get over you just learn to live with it overtime

Aquarius Sun+Capricorn Venus combo how does it feel to be the cool and popular kid?

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

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hiiii! how about ^^)/ can I order hdcns for bae, where they meet their mc's little sister and she turns out to have two faces :'0 I mean when mc is there, the little sister behaves very cute but when mc is not there, she becomes a brat and passive-aggressive with them because she doesn't trust that they really love his older sister?) in short, something like a very overprotective little sister je ...that would be all, I hope it's understood:') thank you!

Allen Sugasano:

Allen is SWEATING. He didn’t realize there’d be a TEST of his dedication and loyalty to you; he doesn’t know why he’s getting the third degree either. He knew he could be flaky and that he had missed out on a few dates because of his bad habit, but you had been warned about that side of him upfront. He showed his more earnest side to them by listing off facts about you, or talking about how much he admired you and your beauty and your intelligence and—His list never ends, to the point your sister had to roll her eyes too and tell him to can it because she understood at that point. She still thinks he’s a little dumb, but at least she knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

Anne Faulkner:

Anne is a little amused but also completely surprised to find an opponent. They can mostly laugh off what your sister says to them, mostly because they’re not about to beef with someone younger than them over a relationship that had nothing to do with them. They had always wondered what it would be like to have a protective sibling and they decide it would still be nice, as long as they weren’t on the other end of the relationship as an outsider. Anne almost felt like they were trying to convince your parents to let you date, promising they had the best intentions and wouldn’t take you for granted.

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun is fighting for his life to hold his tongue, knowing that if he fired back in the way he wanted to it might not fare well for your relationship. He does manage a few subtle jabs that could have a double-meaning, but your sister is aware of the backhanded compliments. At the end of the first meeting she still doesn’t trust Hajun but it doesn’t bother him; he’s used to having a rambunctious younger sibling all up in his business. He gave a polite smile and stated how nice it was to meet her, letting her know she’d continue to see him around for a very long time.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Allen Sugasano #Anne Faulkner #Hajun Yeon #allen sugasano x reader #anne faulkner x reader #hajun yeon x reader

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New Person, Same Old Mistakes (Part II)

Little snapshots into Carmy and MC's friendship when they finally meet again.

Part I, Part III and Part IV

When you see Carmy again, it’s exactly when you don’t want to.

Hey! Never heard back from you so I figured I’d-

No. Sounds too passive-aggressive.

The weeks bled into months and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. The few times you walked past Eleven Madison, you held your breath in the hopes of seeing him again. You’d make it seem like a coincidence, not like you hadn’t purposefully taken an 8-block detour just to catch a glimpse of him.

Hey Carmy! There’s this food festival in the village and-

No. Too fucking eager.

A part of you was embittered over the fact that the first decent date you’d had in months still ended the way all of them did. In abject fucking disappointment. Another part, the one that reared its ugly head with every occurrence of your insufficiency. You battle with it every time you fail at something — it always wins.

I really had a good time. Was it just me? Did you not-

No. It clearly was just me.

The final part of you, the semi-logical one, the one that is at its most limited every time you have your heart broken — it interjects with another thought. Maybe Carmy just wasn’t meant to date. You could tell he was isolated, just like you. In his case, it seemed like it was by choice. Maybe he’s not in that place in his life to let someone else in.

Or maybe something happened.

Hi. Are you okay?

You never got a response.

You find him crouched in the alleyway near the bodega, still in his chef whites with a cigarette in his hand. His bandaged hand. As you step closer you see blood stains down the front of his jacket. You stop a few feet ahead of him, he hasn’t noticed you. He takes a long drag, eyes focused on the brick wall ahead.

You should just walk away. Turn back around and pretend you never saw him, but your feet are planted firmly on the pavement. You don’t step any closer, just watch him from where you are. You watch him take lengthened drag after drag, wafts of smoke engulfing him with every exhale. It hangs heavily, just like the desolation that clings to him. He is utterly defeated, it’s imbued in his posture, and yet there’s still this underlying tension beneath it all — back hunched against the wall, but his shoulders are taut, still. His hand shakes as he brings the cigarette to his lips, the other is firmly clenched in a fist atop his knee. It’s almost as though he won’t allow himself to fall in deeper into whatever this moment of despair is. He’ll let himself feel it just enough to ease the pain of holding it inside, but not let it take over.

It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with. You can never show all your cards, not even to yourself. That way the lie remains, and you haven’t given up. You still remain the pillar of resilience you think yourself to be.

You stand and watch. You watch him maintain half a façade, an incomplete betrayal of his own self-expectations. In a way, it makes you feel better seeing him this way. Not thriving, just barely surviving. Much like yourself.

When he finally looks up and sees you, he blinks. Once. Twice. Thrice. As if to make sure you’re really there. His expression is blank, but his eyes are clouded in shame. You wonder if it’s over the fact that he never texted back or over the state in which you’ve found him.

The latter, in all probability.

You finally close the distance between you, not speaking a word as you crouch down beside him. You hold your hand out for his cigarette and he promptly offers it to you.

“You smoke?” His voice is tight, choked. You see his Adam’s apple bob with a swallow after he speaks and he clears his throat.

“Haven’t since high school.“ You take a drag, wincing as you inhale. The metallic taste of the tar coats your tongue as you blow out the smoke. “Really wanted to be one of them cool kids.”

You had hoped to make him laugh, but the joke doesn’t stick. Handing the cigarette back to him, you keep your eyes forward. Neither of you speaks, passing the cigarette between each other. He lights another. Then another. You smoke half the pack in complete silence, for which you are grateful. The quiet is better than him asking you to leave him be. Maybe your company is a balm to soothe whatever kind of day he’s had. Even if your presence is reduced to a form of momentary comfort, you’ll take it.

“I’m sorry—” He finally speaks. You know why he’s apologizing and it’s not because of the state you’ve caught him in.

“It’s alright—” There’s no point in pretending, beating around the bush with the obligatory feigned confusion most people would comply with in a situation like this.

“No, I just-“ He finally turns to look at you, but you remain facing forward. You somehow know that if you meet his eyes, the very same ones you haven’t been able to stop thinking about, you’ll be caught in them, unable to escape.

Not that you ever wanted to.

“It’s alright, Carmy. Really.”

“It’s not. I should have—”

“You should have. But you didn’t, and it’s okay. I’m over it.”

You’re really not, though.

“O-okay.” The two of you fall back into wordless silence, and it’s fucking uncomfortable.

“What happened to your hand?” You ask, eventually.

“Cut it.”

“Fucking obviously. How did you cut it?”

“I— uh. Dunno.” He mutters under his breath.

“What?” You reach out to take his hand in your own and examine the way it’s been shoddily wrapped in gauze. The cut was a deep one, you can tell by how it’s already stained his bandage in blood.

“I don’t know how I cut it. Can’t remember.”

You turn to look at him in irritation but your snappy retort dies at your lips when you see ignominy brimming in his eyes at his confession.

He’s telling the truth.

You’re on your feet in an instant. “Let’s go.” You offer him a hand to stand back up.

“Wha-“

“Whoever wrapped your hand—”

“I did.”

“Yeah, well. You did an awful fucking job.”

That finally earns you a laugh. It’s more of a sardonic cough of one than an actual laugh but it fills you with an innate sense of accomplishment, regardless.

“Let’s get it fixed up, yeah? There’s a 24-hour pharmacy a couple blocks ahead.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

“Why?” He blurts out and you know he instantly regrets it.

“Because you’re—“ You’re sad and hurt and it pains me to see you this way and I want to fix it. Let me fix it, Carmy.

“Because you’re my friend.” You say instead.

“You hardly know me.” He looks entirely appalled at your statement. It’s adorable.

Whose fucking fault is that, asshole?

“I’d like to. Is that okay?” You pray to God that it is.

“Yeah.” He responds and you hope the look of utter relief on your face isn’t too obvious.

This time, it sticks.

It takes time, but eventually the two of you form a routine of spending Carmy’s one day off together. It’s usually at his apartment — you spare him a trip to Brooklyn with the little time that he has to himself.

The first time he takes you home, it’s a few days after you’d run into him in the alleyway. It’s exactly what you’d expected. A barebones studio with just the necessities it takes to survive. It was a place to sleep and nothing more.

A mattress without a bed frame pushed against the far wall, with a tiny end table beside it. A clothes rack against the wall opposite, a variety of denim hanging off, a few white t-shirts, and the one patterned wool jacket. There are a couple boots and a set of kitchen shoes laying on the floor below. Behind one of his boots, you’d noticed a picture of a storefront and two boys. One was much taller than the other standing underneath the sign that read ‘The Original Beef Of Chicagoland’.

It’s not been discarded in a corner. No.

It’s been intentionally set aside.

You’d ask him about it later.

The timing you eventually pick couldn’t be worse than if you had just asked him point blank on that day.

There was a small TV on a dresser in the little living area with a battered couch. The kind you’d find in a suburban New Jersey home in the ’80s covered. One arm of it was covered in cigarette burns.

“I—uh. Fall asleep with a lit cigarette sometimes.” He explained when he saw you looking.

His kitchen was practically empty from what you could see at first glance. Not what you’d expect from a chef at one of the best restaurants in the world.

What gave him away were the piles of books at the foot of his bed. You had examined a few of them while waiting for him to get himself situated. You’d made it to his apartment sooner than he’d expected and he was still caught in the middle of cleaning it.

“It’s a bit messy but—”

“It’s fine, Carmy.”

“Just sit down and I’ll finish—”

“Relax, Carmy.”

“I need to grab a—”

“Take a breath, Carmy.”

“Okay.”

You were in the middle of perusing ‘Tartine Bread’ when he was finally done cleaning — which mostly involved getting rid of his many empty cans of Coke and cleaning out his ashtrays.

“It was written by the owner of a bakery in SF.” He explained as you turned over another page. He settled down on his bed beside you, awkwardly setting a little distance between the two of you and he edged sideways. You think back to your date, and how you'd imagined yourself in bed under entirely different circumstances.

Maybe, you could—

You let him walk you through the rest of his collection. You watched his anxiety gradually dissipate as he pulled out book after book, turning to pages he had bookmarked with order chits from work.

All you could do was listen with rapt attention as he spoke about thermoreversible gelling agents.

“A co-worker was trying to gelatinize this plum consomée. He tried LM-pectin — the, uh, kind you get in citrus fruits.”

And the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. “That’s really cool. I’d say more if I knew what plum consu-“

“Consumée.”

“Yeah, that. If I knew what that was.”

“Well, that’s just black plums cooked down in black vinegar—”

Eventually, the two of you were sprawled on his couch, open books in between you, boxes of Chinese takeout on the coffee table in front.

You were eating out of his one plate while he ate straight out of the carton.

“Who has just one plate, a glass, and a set of cutlery?!”

“You’re the first person I’ve had over.”

You held the memory of that like a prize in the back of your mind. Like a polished trophy you display on a mantle.

A trophy you’d often reach for in the future.

When you returned the week after, there were two sets of plates, glasses, and cutlery in his kitchen.

You’re desperate to solidify your friendship with him, despite the clear fact that neither of you has anyone else outside of the other.

The more time you spend with him, you realize that the biggest pillar of your relationship with Carmy is built in loneliness and desperation. His being the prior and yours the latter. It’s imperfect and it hurts but it’s all you have so for now it’s enough.

There’s something the matter with him. More so than usual. Every passing week you see him grow more embittered and hollow — you want to know why. So you can make it better. You’re desperate to turn the tide on whatever made him this way.

“You, um. Are you good?” You mutter one evening on a walk

“Yeah.” It’s all he says. He doesn’t look at you. Maybe he’s catching on to just how easy it is to read him when he does.

His eyes - so blue it’s like they’re the home to Aether himself, are cloudy now. Not the pools you could once swim in. They’ve stilled. They’ve hardened. They’ve dulled. Almost matte, now.

He won’t tell you on his own, and you can’t push. Not yet. Not when he’s still fidgety and you’re still—

Next best thing, then.

A distraction.

“That would never work.”

“Can you just watch this and try to enjoy—”

“No I can’t, because it would never work.” He interjects frustratedly.

“Carm.”

“Look. They didn’t get the pork belly in the oven early enough. The temp’s too fucking high. The fat’s going to render unevenly and too quickly. And the meat’s going to be dry.” You watch him repeatedly tap his spoon between his thumb and forefinger, eyes focused on the TV.

“I am never watching a cooking show with you ever again.”

“Also their reduction wasn’t cooked down enough. It’s fucking watery.”

“Never. Again.”

“These idiots aren’t making it past this round. We’re watching the next one?”

You sigh.

“Yes.”

Whenever you visit his fridge is almost always empty. The only contents are a jar of peanut butter—and almond for you; grape jelly and now a raspberry jam. And, taking up far too much space, a case of Coke and your favourite sour.

However, the few times he’s cooked for you, the two of you go shopping together. He’s precise, fussing over ingredients—it all has to be the best when it’s for you. Only proving that he’s not averse to shopping, just for himself.

Something you’ve noticed is just how he is.

He’ll make allowances for himself. He lets you in just enough to see them through the fracture in the wall. When it's for you, it can’t be less than perfect. It can’t be half-measured.

Chefs strive for perfection. A pristine, unblemished, and synchronized plate of flavours, textures, and colours.

It’s a line from the one book he let you borrow.

Carmy needs perfection purely out of the need to prove himself.

Your mind goes back to the photo behind his boots.

“Why can’t we just get the halibut from the Trader Joe’s on 6th?”

“It’s not fresh.”

“I don’t care if it’s—”

“There’s a fish market in Greenwich Village—”

“It’s a 25 minute walk and it’s fucking cold, Carm—”

“Take my jacket.”

You love to watch him cook. You’re almost entirely focused on his hands. The way they grip the knife, the way his wrists rock back and forth. He’ll always have two towels on either shoulder. The left one to grab the handle of a skillet, the right to wipe his hands. There’s a deli container of water and a few spoons in it that he’ll use to taste as he goes. Every now and then a spoon gets lifted to your lips when you’re seated on the counter behind him.

“Salt?” He’ll ask.

“It’s good.” You say and he’ll smile.

When you return a week or so later you find his fridge empty once again.

“What the fuck do you eat when I’m not here?” You finally ask him.

“I—“ He runs his fingers through his hair, still wet from the shower. Droplets hang off the ends at the nape of his neck and drip down the sides. You fight the urge to reach out and wipe them off.

With your tongue.

Maybe you could—

“A PB n’ J with a bag of chips and a coke?”

“It’s quick.” He simply shrugs.

That just won’t do.

He offers you his spare keys, one week.

“My — work’s been crazy. I might not be here when you — I just don’t want you to have to wait—”

“Thanks, Carm.”

You take the opportunity to let yourself in one evening, groceries in hand. A couple of sirloins, potatoes, eggs, butter and tarragon for Bearnaise. You found a YouTube tutorial that seemed legit enough to imitate.

He walked in to find you flipping steaks over the stove, just stood in his doorway for a whole minute before asking—

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re fucking over a nice piece of steak.” He’s at your side, taking the pair of tongs out of your hands, and slipping the towels off your shoulders.

“I am— No I’m not!”

“It’s not seared well enough to flip yet.” He elbows you out of the way.

“The pan was hot enough.” You try to push back in, but he’s standing firm against the stove.

“That’s not the only thing—” He finally flips over the steak and it’s a lot darker than what you thought it needed to be.

“I waited for the thing you said — what was it? Meller’s reaction—”

“Maillard reaction.” A knob of butter goes in the skillet and he tilts it as it lathers.

“Yeah, that.”

“Just lemme—“ He picks a spoon out of the deli container you had set up and bastes the steak.

“Can’t a girl cook a piece of steak in peace? I’m hungry, Carm.”

“I’ll feed you your fucking steak. Get out of my kitchen.”

You take your customary seat on the counter behind him. “Is the Bearnaise okay, at least?”

“No. The emulsion’s split.” He takes the steak off the heat and lays it on the wired rack you had prepped on the side.

“Fuck.”

“I’ll fix it, Chef.”

You pause, with your key still in the door. You hear voices. Carmy’s, of course, and a woman’s. They’re arguing. It’s heated. You can’t make the words out, but you can tell it’s a fight.

Carmy has a woman over.

And you can’t seem to move away from the door.

Is she an ex? Is she someone he’s currently seeing? Is she—

His door flies open and he’s there. He looks like he’s gotten caught.

“I—” You don’t know what to say. I’m sorry? I didn’t know you had company? Who the fuck’s the blonde?

“You’re—” You’re here. You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not wanted here.

“I’m sorry Carm, I—”

“Just come in and—”

“No it’s fine I’ll—”

“You’re—”

“Christ, you two are perfect for each other.” The blonde finally speaks.

“This is my sister, Natalie.” Carmy pinches the bridge of his nose. “Natalie, this is—“

“The girl you won’t shut up about.” You look at her closely and see the resemblance. “You can call me Sugar.”

It’s his sister. His fucking sister.

“Bear, fuck’s sake. Let her in.”

And you’re the girl he doesn’t shut up about.

You pull your keys out of the door and follow him in. “I’m really not wanting to intrude—”

“You’re not.” He says definitively. “Sugar was just on her way out.”

“More like Carm was kicking me out.” She snaps back.

“Can we not do this right now, in front of her?”

“I thought she was your—”

“Nat.”

“What? Isn’t she?”

You feel a little uncomfortable with them having this decoded little conversation about you as if you’re not even there.

You’re Carmy’s what—?

“Can you tell him it’s fucking time for him to come home for a bit?” She turns to look at you.

“Don’t fucking talk over me like I’m not here.” Carmy’s voice raises a bit.

Bit of a double standard there, buddy.

“Ma’s been asking for you. And Mickey—”

Mickey. The picture. The one that’s hidden.

“Sugar.” He warns.

“What?! Why can’t I talk about this in front of her? She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?”

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend, so can you just drop it?!” He yells and you flinch.

An uncomfortable silence settles between the three of you. It’s stifling. Your throat closes up and you’re unable to speak. Sugar looks at you in a way that can only be described as pity and Carmy won’t meet your eyes.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, and try to take in a deep breath. Just allow some more air to reach your lungs. If you can breathe, you can think. Process. Recover. You manage one, enough of a gulp that it frees something. It unties the knot that was twisting itself behind your ribs, and you can let your shoulders rise, and stand a bit straighter.

You’re hurt, but you’re not surprised. You knew him. You were allowed the rare chance to peer into him and see who he was. From that, you knew what he’d given you thus far was all he could. You know what you had was more than he’d likely have given anyone in a while.

It wasn’t perfect. It was less that what you wanted, but more than what you deserved. You were different, special — and that was enough. As fucked as it was.

It’s alright. You’re just—

The next best thing.

And that’s alright.

“I’m just a friend.” You finally manage to find your voice, but it’s still a choked whisper.

Neither of them say a thing. They know it’s a lie, but to acknowledge it would just be cruel. You suppose you should be grateful.

Unrequited love hurts a lot less when you don’t if you don’t think about it. It’s a bit of a Catch-22. You bury the love deep within, hoping it doesn’t leak through the cracks it’s formed by taking its place. At the same time, it’s not the kind of love you want to cease to remember. Even if it’s one-sided, it’s offered you more than what you can give yourself. So you don’t think about it, but neither do you let yourself forget. You’ve managed quite well up until this point.

Sugar says her goodbyes eventually. She pulls Carmy into a hug and says, “Just call. You don’t have to come home, but just-”

“I will.” He promises.

You know he won’t.

You don’t stay much longer once she’s gone. The two of you do what you usually do — he cooks, you watch. You’ll set a cooking show up on his TV and he’ll explain away all the things they’re doing wrong. You sit there and indulge him with a facsimile of the smile you have on, it’s just not genuine.

You wonder if he can tell.

You keep the smile plastered on until you leave. Until there’s a safe enough distance between you and him, and finally you can allow yourself to break.

You wonder if he does the same.

You good?

Yeah, Carm. I’ll see you next week.

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