#//excited to finally give your muse a try!

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his girls [one-shot]

marvel au bucky x reader alpine barely tolerates anyone but bucky, so when she curls up in your lap without a second thought, the team is left reeling—especially when it leads to the not-so-subtle revelation that you and bucky have been sneaking around for months.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, alpine is a troublemaker, secret dating, swearing, kissing, alcohol, tony knows all, natasha too, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: hello! once again a fic no one asked for lol. i'm supposed to be on hiatus buuut i took some time this afternoon to write this because i'm procrastinating a uni assignment. i'm sure this concept has been done before, but i was thinking about that scene in rivals with the dog (iykyk) and yeah! step away from the usual angst and heartbreak i normally provide you all with. sorry for any typos - not proof read.

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You were careful.

Or at least, you thought you were careful.

For months, you and Bucky had kept your relationship under wraps. It wasn’t that you wanted to keep secrets from the team, but there was something thrilling about stolen moments and hushed conversations. About Bucky’s hand on the small of your back as he guided you through a crowded room, or the way he’d brush a kiss against your temple before disappearing down the hall.

You figured no one had noticed.

Until today.

It all started with one of many white hairs stuck to your t-shirt.

Natasha plucked it off you mid-conversation one morning in the kitchen while you were praying—desperately—to whatever all-seeing god might finally make the coffee machine work faster. Between the groaning, spluttering sounds and the blinking lights, it felt like the damn thing was possessed. With flawlessly manicured nails, Natasha held the hair up to the morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the compound.

“Is this Alpine’s fur?” she mused aloud, twirling the long, pale strand between her fingers.

“Probably.” you replied absently, more concerned with the coffee machine’s latest refusal to cooperate. You jabbed the buttons harder, ignoring the way Natasha’s eyes flickered with something dangerously close to amusement. 

“For all of Tony’s money, you’d think we’d have a coffee machine that actually works,” you grumbled.

“Turn around?” Natasha asked. There was a particular lilt to her voice, that barely concealed intrigue she tried—and failed—to mask whenever she was onto something. It set you on edge instantly, the tone that meant she was clicking a mystery into place, giddy with excitement beneath a thin veil of indifference. You didn’t trust it for a second.

“No, just—” You smacked the machine in frustration. It whined pathetically before the lights blinked off entirely. You let out a long, exasperated groan. “Why won’t this stupid fucking thing ever work—”

“Jesus, you’re covered in it—”

You froze mid-motion as Natasha yanked at your shirt, effectively grooming you like a monkey. Her sharp lips had turned up into a wicked smirk, the type of smirk that made dread pool in your gut. 

“Everything is covered in her fur,” you said quickly, still trying for casual. You reached for the plug, praying Natasha would drop it. “She sheds everywhere, especially on the couch.”

“Mm.” Natasha tilted her head, her smirk deepening. “And yet, I thought Tony hired cleaners for that? Especially with Kate always bringing Lucky around?”

You yanked the plug from the socket a little too forcefully. “Honestly, Nat, I don’t know. I just want this damn machine to work.”

Right on cue, a familiar voice rumbled behind you.

“Machine giving you trouble again?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest before resuming its normal rhythm—though maybe a little faster. You turned just as Bucky strolled in, looking frustratingly good despite the early hour. His hair was a little dishevelled, sleep still clinging to him in a way that made him look too soft for someone who could snap a man’s spine in half.

“There’s a trick to it, remember?” He stepped in close beside you, skin brushing yours as he reached for the machine. The scent of his aftershave lingered, warm and familiar. You tried—and failed—not to watch the way the muscles in his forearm tensed, veins shifting beneath his skin as he pressed a series of buttons.

“Barnes, you’ve got cat hair all over you,” Natasha noted, not even bothering to be subtle. You didn’t dare look at her. Instead, you busied yourself wringing your hands, pretending you weren’t hyper-aware of Bucky standing so damn close.

“Huh?” Bucky barely spared a glance at his shirt, where Alpine’s fur was unmistakably clinging to the fabric. “Oh. Yeah, guess I do. She always wants attention in the morning.”

Then, with one final smack, the machine roared to life. The rich aroma of coffee filled the air as liquid finally poured into your mug. You sighed in sheer relief.

“There you go,” Bucky said, looking down at you with a small smile, a few strands of dark hair falling across his forehead.

Your stomach did a stupid little flip. You smiled back, warmth creeping into your face. “Thanks.”

The machine beeped again, snapping you back to reality. You quickly grabbed the mug with both hands, muttered another thanks, and let Natasha tug you away.

“What was that?” She hissed, voice low as she turned to you with narrowed eyes.

“Huh?” You weren’t entirely listening to her words. You found yourself glancing over your shoulder, a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. You could still see Bucky standing in the kitchen, both hands braced on the counter as he waited for his own coffee. His back was turned, but even through the thin material of his fur-covered t-shirt, you could see the way his muscles shifted beneath it—

Natasha didn’t even humour your innocence. She crossed her arms. “You and Barnes?” 

“What about him?” You mumbled, pulling your gaze away as the elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

Her lips twitched, amusement clear. “Are you two—?”

You made a face at her. “What are you on about?” 

Natasha didn’t look convinced, but she let it go.

For now.

As the elevator hummed and Bucky was cut from your view as the doors shut, you took a sip of coffee, the liquid a few degrees between too hot and burning. It scalded your tongue, and with the phantom smell of Bucky’s aftershave no longer haunting you, you felt your mind snap back into action.

Right. Focus.

“We’re going to be late for the meeting,” you declared, shaking your head. “And that damn machine is the reason. You know what? Let’s take a detour to Stark’s lab and demand a better one.”

Natasha chuckled, pressing the button for a different floor.

“I like the way you think.”

—

You knew Alpine would be your downfall.

The little white menace was notoriously selective. If you weren’t Bucky, she wanted nothing to do with you. Everyone at the compound had suffered her wrath at least once—Sam even had the scars to prove it. Alpine liked to play dangerous games that usually ended in blood or a yowl of pain. You swore the Avengers bled more dealing with the feline than fighting aliens, wizards, or whatever else tried to obliterate Earth every other week. She was a cunning little creature, lurking around corners, hiding under tables, prowling along bookshelves. And just when you least expected it—bam. Teeth and claws bared, she would pounce, latching on like a tiny, vengeful spectre. This was her idea of fun. The Avengers had learned to tread carefully, tip-toeing around the compound whenever they knew she wasn’t safely curled up in Bucky’s room, where she ruled with an iron paw.

So, when you sat down on the couch one evening, and Alpine immediately hopped onto your lap, you knew you were fucked.

She didn’t hesitate, didn’t so much as sniff at you in consideration before curling right up, purring loud enough to be heard over the football game droning on in the background—which you were only half paying attention to. 

You stiffened, caught between awe at the rare privilege and sheer dread at the witnesses currently gaping at you.

Bucky, for his part, had been sitting at the other end of the couch, flirting with danger in his usual way—stolen glances, conveniently placed touches as he shifted in place. Alpine, just as obsessed with him as you were (Bucky had taken to calling you both ‘his girls’ in private, which always managed to make you swoon.), had immediately perched in his lap when he sat down. Only when he carefully pried her off to grab another round of beers did the little white she-beast decide you were a worthy substitute, strutting over with lazy, languid confidence before settling down, blissfully unaware of what she had just unleashed.

The room fell into stunned silence. Several pairs of eyes locked onto you, breath collectively held. They were waiting for the yowl, for the inevitable attack, for you to tense up and leap to your feet in pain. But to your horror, the little sadist simply settled in. Cosy, unbothered, as if this had been the plan all along.

“Okay, what the hell is this?” Sam finally demanded, pointing an accusing finger.

You blinked down at Alpine, then up at Sam, stroking the soft fur like nothing was amiss. “Uh… a cat?” 

You were foolish and desperate enough to pretend this was completely normal, to gaslight the others into believing Alpine was a perfectly gentle and affectionate cat. A sweet, loving companion. Not a tiny, vengeful menace who had terrorised them all—and definitely not a creature who had only warmed up to you in recent months because you spent more time in Bucky’s bed than your own.

“The same cat that tried to claw out my eyeball for getting too close? And now she’s just—” He gestured wildly at Alpine, who flicked her tail with the smugness of a queen on her throne. “—cuddling with you like you’re her best buddy?”

“She likes me, I guess.” You blinked innocently, turning back to the TV, hoping he would drop it, but Sam, ever the dramatic, was not satisfied.

“Are you kidding me? That cat has tried to kill me.”

Natasha snorted into her drink. 

Alpine smugly licked her paw before resting her head upon your thigh and blinking her wide blue eyes at Sam, who shook his head with an exaggerated shudder.  “This is bullshit, and you know it—”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you, Sam.” You huffed, scratching Alpine behind her ears. “She’s always been fine with me.”

“That is not true!” 

“She took a chunk out of my arm once,” Natasha added, ever the instigator.

“Remember when I gave her a treat and she bit me?” Steve piped up.

Bucky returned at that moment, frowning as he saw the conversation unfolding before him. You turned to him with wide, desperate eyes, silently pleading for help. Alpine, the little traitor, merely pressed her pink nose to your hand, rubbing her face against you with a contented sigh.

“She only likes people she’s comfortable with,” Bucky offered, setting the beers down with a clink, but his pitiful attempt to be helpful only added fuel to the fire.

The room exploded into a series of overlapping voices.

“I didn’t realise you spent so much time with Alpine?” Natasha’s sharp gaze flicked between you and Bucky, her smirk primed to taunt you both. 

“Buck, doesn’t she spend all her time in your room—?” Steve leaned forward, forearms braced against his thighs, invested now.

Sam jolted upright like he’d just solved a murder case. “Now, hold on a second—”

“You have been covered in cat fur a lot lately,” Natasha mused. “And you two have been suspiciously close—”

As you glanced over at Bucky, you couldn’t tell if his repeated blunders were intentional or borne out of genuine panic. He cleared his throat, his brows raising as he casually popped off the cap of one of the beers with his vibranium thumb in faux nonchalance.

“Coincidence.” He muttered with a shrug, tipping back a mouthful of the brew. 

Alpine, completely oblivious (or entirely aware of the chaos she’d caused), didn’t budge as Bucky sat back down beside you, levelling you with a look that screamed we are so screwed.

“You two aren’t even going to try to lie?” Natasha pressed.

“Lie about what?” You feigned innocence, but the act was flimsy at best. The jig was well and truly up.

Bucky, clearly done with this little charade, let out a long-suffering sigh that might’ve sounded exasperated if not for the telltale smirk tugging at his lips. Without another word, he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you effortlessly against his chest, Alpine still coiled contentedly in your lap. The smug little she-beast didn’t even stir. She just purred loudly—too loudly, like she was taking credit for the entire thing.

“Wait a second!” Sam pointed a dramatic finger between the two of you. “How long has this been happening?”

“How long has what been happening?” Tony strolled into the room, a glass of amber liquid that looked suspiciously like whiskey in hand.

“Her,” Steve announced, gesturing between the both of you. “And Barnes.”

Tony didn’t even blink. “Oh, I already knew that. You didn’t know that?”

Bucky turned so fast you were surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash.  “You what?”

“Oh, come on,” Tony drawled, making himself comfortable on the armrest of the couch like this was all just another day at the office. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice her sneaking out of your room at ungodly hours for the past six months? F.R.I.D.A.Y. kept flagging intruders, and, shocker—it was just you two, utterly failing at stealth.”

Sam threw up his hands. “Did you say six months?!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but instead of answering, he just turned to you and, without hesitation, kissed you.

It was sudden but warm, his lips soft against yours like he’d been waiting for an excuse. The room erupted into even more noise, Sam shouting something unintelligible, Natasha making a sound of smug satisfaction, and Steve groaning like he should’ve known, but it all faded into the background.

You laughed against Bucky’s lips, breathless but entirely unbothered. “This is definitely her fault.”

Alpine, still purring in your lap like the devious little mastermind she was, flicked her tail.

Bucky just hummed, brushing his nose against yours. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Not complaining, though.”

And, truthfully, neither were you.

[that-one-girl2020]

Please do the confrontation, Celine really needs to be called out on her bad parenting.

The Confrontation

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Okay, several of you asked for it. So here it is. This takes place a little bit after the movie, so the girls are technically still on hiatus and the reader still hasn’t debuted as a solo artist.

For those who are just stumbling upon this, it won’t make much sense unless you read the short series I wrote so go check that out!

Also, Polytr/x is present but is subtle and isn’t very in your face.

TW: Celine’s terrible parenting, toxic parental figure, species discrimination…?

Word Count: 3,102

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“I don’t wanna be here…”

You couldn’t help but sulk as you trudged up the path towards a certain house in the middle of the forest.

A couple weeks after Gwi Ma’s defeat and the sealing of the rainbow Honmoon, the group of you had agreed that it was finally safe for you all to make the journey to the Hunter’s grounds, where you and Rumi grew up, in order to search for answers now that it seemed like all the missing souls that Gwi Ma had consumed or been fed had returned. The nine of you were all worried that the power that had brought you and the boys back would suddenly fade or could be triggered at any time without warning, so you all had agreed to take a weekend or longer to search the archives at the Hunter’s grounds.

Rumi had sent a short, succinct message to let Celine know they were coming but that was the extent of whatever courtesy she deigned to give her.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/n). We haven’t been back in so long! I’m excited,” Zoey tried to cheer you up, bouncing up the path excitedly.

“Yeah, Babe, we’re curious to see where you grew up,” Kwan grabbed your hand, swinging it exaggeratedly between the two of you. He had his bag and all the girls’ overnight bags slung over his shoulder in his other hand.

Rumi grimaced awkwardly, “It’s not that interesting. Promise.”

You and Rumi shared a look. Neither of you knew about the other’s interaction with Celine, but both of you wanted to avoid more interactions with the woman than were necessary…

“The ancient training grounds for all Hunters isn’t interesting?” Jinu cocked an eyebrow at Rumi’s words. His shoulders seemed a little more relaxed than usual now that you all were outside of the city.

Mira scoffed, “It’s just an old house with nothing around it for miles.” Mira rolled her eyes, already bored just thinking about being back at their training grounds. But she still took Rumi’s hand in her own, squeezing it softly when she noticed how uncomfortable she seemed.

“If it’s old enough, maybe we’ll feel right at home,” Chungae mused pleasantly. Jum and Hyeon trailed behind him, at the back of the group. The two were taking in the scenery, pausing every now and then so Jum could take a picture of something on his phone.

“I wouldn’t try to get too comfortable,” You mumbled as the house finally came into view.

The hanok house was still standing proudly although some part of you wished that it had crumbled along with the old Honmoon. The boys would definitely feel right at home with the building from the 1400’s…

And there was your Aunt Celine, pacing outside the front door. She turned at the sound of approaching footsteps and her face lit up in a smile as she hurried over.

“Girls!” She pulled Mira, Rumi, and Zoey into a hug. “Oh, I was so worried. But I saw the Honmoon become sealed, and I’m so proud of you girls.”

Rumi shifted awkwardly in Celine’s arms, breaking the hug. “Nice to see you too, Aunt Celine…” Internally, Rumi couldn’t help but feel her chest twist uncomfortably at how the woman ignored their last interaction like it had never happened.

When Rumi pulled away, Celine looked her up and down, seeing her faint iridescent patterns shining in the sun easily with the shorts and t-shirt Rumi was wearing. Celine’s smile fell into a frown, shrugging off the cardigan she wore to drape over Rumi’s arms, “Oh, Rumi, cover up, please…” Celine side eyed Mira and Zoey pointedly, as if looking for support or to remind Rumi that she shouldn’t show her patterns around others.

Rumi sighed, shrugging the cardigan off to hand back to Celine, “Aunt Celine, we’re here to look for something in the archives.” She didn’t miss how Celine’s eyes began avoiding her when she did.

“‘We’?” Celine echoed in confusion. Her eyes finally wandered from the three Hunters, looking at you and the five boys behind them. Celine gasped at the sight of you and the boys with your demonic patterns on display. She reached for a weapon that no longer came to her, “Demons?! Girls, you brought demons to the sacred training grounds?!”

You were quiet as the boys pulled you back from the woman, grouping around you protectively. “Hello ma’am,” Jinu greeted her simply, a cold look on his face.

The boys hadn’t missed the difference in treatment you received from your Aunt, or how distasteful the woman was of Rumi’s patterns. Mira and Zoey were also beginning to look weary and confused.

You sighed, “Aunt Celine, it’s fine. They’re good, they’re not here to cause any harm, they’re here to help us,” you tried to calm the woman but it seemed to only fuel Celine’s actions.

Her eyes narrowed on you, almost snarling at you, “‘Good’? Demons are not good, they are never good, child. I thought I told you to leave last time you were here.”

Zoey stepped between you, a strained smile on her face as she forced a laugh, “No really, Celine! They are good, they helped us defeat Gwi Ma and find lost souls when they returned.”

Celine looked at Zoey incredulously, eyes wide with mania, “Only after they let Gwi Ma through I’m sure. The only ‘help’ they can offer this world is by dying on your blades.”

Mira crossed her arms, “Celine, listen to us. They’re making up for what they did, they sacrificed themselves to help us seal the Honmoon.”

Celine wasn’t listening to reason, “They’re a danger to the Honmoon. The six of them will leave now. They are not welcome here.”

“Wait, Celine, ‘six’?” Zoey echoed unsurely, hyper focusing on the number as she counted the Saja Boys in her head. No, still just five demon boys.

“She means me,” You answered monotonously. “Don’t you.” You stared emotionlessly at your Aunt and how she grimaced every time she looked at you.

“No, that’s not right. I’m sure she just miscounted, right Celine?” Zoey tried, her smile straining tighter.

“Yes,” Celine answered. “I mean you as well, child. Because you failed in protecting Rumi’s secret, the Honmoon was almost destroyed and Gwi Ma almost invaded our world.” Celine laid the blame at your feet with a stony expression.

You took a deep breath, trying to quell your rising emotions—the hurt and the pain of being treated with such scorn by the woman who raised you. “Fine. We’ll go back to the city. Please let us know what you find, girls. Let’s go boys,” With a small formal bow to Celine, you turned to the boys, intent on going back to the cars so you could take one back to the city. Or just teleport back, you were happy to still have that ability.

The boys weren’t happy. No, not at all.

Hyeon had to swallow back the vicious growl that was building in the back of his throat. Kwan’s fist clenched as he felt the war beast inside him rattle its restraints. Chungae grit his teeth, aching to sink them into this woman’s beating heart. Jum shakily wiped the blood on his hands on his black pants, the small wounds from his claws bleeding lightly. Jinu’s face was cold, different scenarios flying through his head, all unique plots where your Aunt mysteriously met a fatal accident.

Rumi’s voice cut through the air, “No.” You all turned to look at the girl. Her fists were clenched tight, her teeth grit, and her pupils more narrow as some of her more demonic features came to the surface in her anger. “No more.”

“Rumi?” Celine was genuinely surprised at Rumi’s sudden words.

Rumi marched past the woman, grabbing your wrist to keep you at her side in front of the boys and between them and Celine, her face resolute as she faced your Aunt. “No more separating (Y/n) and me.”

Rumi began going off on a tangent, her eyes welling with frustrated tears, “Ever since we found out that (Y/n) couldn’t connect to the Honmoon, you’ve kept us apart, but no more! You put us in separate rooms, you kept her from singing and dancing with me, you pushed her into the kitchen, you suppressed all her dreams, and I know it was wrong to go along with it now.”

You looked down, squeezing Rumi’s hand in yours as the well of emotions in your chest threatened to burst.

Celine stepped forward with wide eyes, Mira and Zoey watching unsurely from behind her as they thought over all the interactions they’ve seen you have with the woman. At the time, it had felt normal because that was how it was when Celine started training them. They thought it was just how it was, but that didn’t make it right.

Celine placed her hands on Rumi’s cheeks, cradling her face softly. “I’m so sorry, Rumi. This is my fault, you got too attached. She’s more like that man than I thought, she’s manipulated you. I should’ve tossed the child out when you were younger…”

The air froze around them.

“What?” One of the boys spoke but you didn’t turn to see who it was. You looked down, your shoulders hunching up as you shrunk into yourself. You felt ashamed for some reason.

Rumi, horrified, backed away from Celine, pulling you with her. “You… should’ve tossed her…”

“You knew,” you turned your head to peek over your shoulder at Jinu. “She’s already said this to you.”

You nodded, your throat too tight to get words out.

“When?” Chungae asked simply. Well, it was more of a demand than anything.

You looked away, your stomach roiling uncomfortably. “After the Idol Awards… I came here to ask for her help to find Rumi and explain to the girls.”

“And she refused to help you,” Kwan pieced together the events on his own, moving closer to you. You must’ve come to them just after.

“Yes,” You nodded anyway.

“You’re a terrible person,” Hyeon growled lowly, his teeth bared at your Aunt.

Celine scowled, “How dare you, you filthy-“

“No, he’s right,” Mira agreed darkly, her and Zoey rounding Celine so they could bracket you and Rumi between them defensively. “You are a terrible person.”

“Mira?”

Zoey frowned, crossing her arms, “Terrible. Like, worse than the worst demon. Well, but Gwi Ma—No, I stand by my words.”

“Zoey?”

Rumi steeled her expression. “Celine, (Y/n) is the only reason the girls and I were able to create and seal the rainbow Honmoon. Not the gold. Rainbow.”

Mira nodded, “She died protecting Rumi and gave her soul to Rumi. (Y/n) gave us the strength to defeat Gwi Ma.”

“And the boys followed her lead. They all gave us their souls to give us strength. She became a sword for Rumi!” Zoey agreed vehemently.

“And I bet,” Jinu added, all the boys moving closer so they could join the defense circle around you and Rumi. “That you’re the reason the girls were so scared of sharing their patterns. Especially Rumi.”

Rumi blinked at suddenly being included in the center of the protective S/Os. “Wait, what?”

Mira’s eyes narrowed, “Yeah. When Rumi hesitated in going to the bathhouse with us, you always shot it down before she could. Until she started doing it herself.”

Zoey’s eyes widened, “Wait!” Her eyes narrowed into a glower at Celine, who was surprised by the turn of events. “You’re the reason Rumi and (Y/n) never went to the bathhouse with us for years!”

“Rumi had to keep it a secret until the Honmoon was sealed and they were gone,” Celine defended herself. “They’re supposed to be gone now… And they’re not because (Y/n)’s soul must have poisoned the Honmoon…!”

You blinked at the sudden realization Celine came to, flinching back when she launched herself at you with an angry expression. Mira and Zoey quickly restrained her though as the boys closed ranks around you and Rumi, Rumi hugging you close to her.

“You’ve gone crazy!” Mira told the struggling woman.

“(Y/n) didn’t ‘poison’ your precious Honmoon, you crazy old bat,” Kwan snarled, his arms at the ready at his side in case Celine lunged for you again. The boys’ eyes had an amber glow about them and their skin had an inhuman tint to them as their demonic features flared in their anger and protective instincts.

“And Rumi never had to hide herself. We would’ve accepted her from the start!” Zoey added her own thoughts to the bubbling pot.

Jum and Chungae, the two youngest of the Saja Boys, fell back from the defensive line to offer comfort to you. Jum took your free hand in his while Chungae wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, propping his chin on your shoulder. Jum offered Rumi a candy he had seen her eating pretty often. They were there for her too.

Derpy also emerged from a bush to comfort Rumi, pushing his head under her hand in demand for pets. Sussie glared with all three eyes from a tree branch.

“I don’t think we can trust you around the girls,” Jinu remarked from his defensive stance. “We also simply don’t want you here. Is there any place she can go other than here?”

“How about Antarctica?” Mira suggested. You couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.

“There are Hunter properties all over the world,” Rumi told the group. “And several in Korea. The furthest from here without leaving the country would be the Jeju island estate.”

“Oh, so you guys are rich rich. Got it.”

“I can have Derpy portal her there,” Jinu offered immediately. “All in favor?”

“Yeah.”

“Definitely.”

“Couldn’t we go farther…”

“Yup!”

“Sick.”

“Agreed Boss.”

You and Rumi didn’t get a vote.

“We’ll go take her to pack a bag,” Zoey volunteered for her and Mira. The rest of you trailed after them as the two girls frogmarched Celine to her room.

“What are you girls doing!? The Honmoon isn’t safe! They must’ve tainted it so they could keep letting demons into our world!” Celine argued furiously but none of you were listening to her anymore.

Zoey even rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah…”

While their voices trailed off into the house, you and Rumi led the boys into the den where you proceeded to take all the pillows and blankets within reach and dumped them on the ground. The two of you then proceeded to faceplant in the pile with twin groans of emotional exhaustion.

You and Rumi were rung out.

Coming here, you had expected backlash from Celine, especially with your more prominent demon features. However, you had decided to yourself that you would quietly fade into the background for the weekend so you, the boys, and the girls could look for answers peacefully. It hurt that the woman who had raised you could only see you as your demon lineage, but you would deal so you wouldn’t make waves.

But seeing the boys and Mira and Zoey stand up for you and Rumi so vehemently, reassuring yourself that your treatment from Celine wasn’t right? You realized you had fallen back into bad habits.

‘Fade into the background?’ You thought you were done doing that.

It was also a slap in the face to realize all the damage the woman had done to your and Rumi’s relationship.

You had only ever seen that Celine gave much more of her attention and affection to Rumi, supporting her in being the idol she envisioned. Now you could see that it was wrong. Celine had been pushing Rumi into the image of your mother, the memory of her that Celine held onto with a desperate iron grip.

Just like Celine only saw you for your father, Celine just saw Rumi for your mother.

The boys moved around you, setting all of your bags in a corner and plopping down in different spaces around you and Rumi.

Jinu was on Rumi’s other side, one hand reaching over the purple haired girl to massage the back of your neck soothingly.

Hyeon took up the free space at your side, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your shoulder. It was his favorite spot in the whole world.

Kwan somehow shifted the both of you so he could lay under you with you on his chest and yet still not disturbing Hyeon from his spot. You didn’t understand it either.

Jum settled on Hyeon’s other side, using his hyung’s side as a pillow as he stuck a sucker in his mouth and scrolled through his phone. You think he’s going through the pictures you’ve taken together. He likes to send them to you to cheer you up or motivate you.

Chungae was on Jinu’s other side, also using the man’s middle as a pillow. He pulled out the bracelet he had started making during the car ride over to keep his hands busy. Focusing on being there with you and not your horrible Aunt.

“Derpy just sent Celine on her way,” Mira announced as she, Zoey, and Derpy with Sussie perched on Derpy’s shoulder joined them in the den.

“It was strangely satisfying,” Zoey chirped. You were a little concerned that Celine had actually been sent to the arctic but it wasn’t your problem.

Mira and Zoey joined the cuddle pile, nudging everyone to the side so they could be on either side of Rumi, Mira squeezing between you and Rumi and Zoey on the other side between Jinu and Rumi.

Zoey peppered Rumi’s face with kisses, making the older girl smile. Mira, meanwhile, took the tie out of her hair and unraveled the braid, using her nails to massage her scalp and ease the tension headache that had been building. Rumi melted with a content sigh, practically purring.

Derpy tilted his head before deciding to settle over everyone’s legs, purring contently despite you all groaning as your legs became trapped.

As everyone settled into quiet content, you squeaked when Hyeon pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your shoulder where his face rested. You could feel Kwan chuckling beneath you, bouncing you up and down on his chest with the movement.

You ignored him. You reached out in the tangle of bodies until Chungae and Jum, on the edges of the pile, took your hands. Chungae pressed a kiss to the back of it and Jum squeezed the other comfortingly.

And you all just laid there for a good long while. Content.

A/N: I still have plenty of ideas for this series, including a smut and a role reversal AU where the boys are the hunters and you and the girls are the demons, so stay tuned!

I also just tagged the same people from the series so let me know if you want me to remove you from the taglist from here on out now that the series is officially done.

Outtakes:

*Starting Therapy*

You: *Casually Trauma Dumping* “So my aunt had me suppress all my own wants and desires in order to protect my sister because our mother was a demon hunter and then she met our father, a demon, and then they were both killed. And then I recently briefly gave up on humanity and opted to help my five boyfriend sacrifice thousands of souls to their demon overlord.”

The Therapist: *Desperately keeping a straight face* “Uh-huh…”

…

You: *Peacefully singing in the shower*

The Saja Boys and Huntr/x: *Sitting outside the bathroom door to listen*

…

Abby: *Flexing in front of the mirror* “Oh yeah~ I’m looking fine today~”

You: *Opens the door* “…” *Silently judging*

Abby: *Frozen*

You: *Slowly closes the door*

Abby: “Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

…

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electrocuted - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: It's your birthday! And you ask Volt and Eddie for an extra special present, two for the price of one.e.

⋆wc: 5.1k

⋆cw: m/m/afab,g/n threesome, dom/sub dynamics, erotic electrostimulation, cum eating, cum as lube, face slapping, double vaginal penetration in one hole

⋆notes: reader insert uses g/n pronouns and is not described with feminine attributes. AFAB genitalia, terms used include hole, entrance, cunt and clit. e/v masterlist.

⋆snippet:

“Oh, Eddie, just think of it.” He pushes himself back off the bar, finds the lapels of Eddie’s shirt with his hands, puts his lips only an inch away from Eddie’s. “Able to be with each other, inside of our spark. Not having to be apart when they break around us.”

Eddie’s breath staggers, and you swallow down a moan and clench your legs together. Grey eyes are dark when they turn to you, and you’re sure the lust in them is reflected in your own gaze. His voice is gravelly, hungry. “Is that what you want? For your birthday? Both of us inside you?”

electrocuted

You really should stop talking to Ben-Hwa right before going over to the club for the evening, you think.

Because all they want to do is ask - “what positions did you try last night?”, “whose cock was where this morning?”, “which tongue feels better in your mouth?” - and it always gets you far too worked up to pay attention to Open Spotlight, your mind already up Eddie and Volt’s stairs, and inside their bed.

But tonight, Ben-Hwa had asked you a very interesting question.

“What was it like, the first time having them in the same hole at once?”

You’d choked on your water, but they didn’t flinch. “What?!”

Their eyes got wide, and their smile grew. “Don’t tell me you haven’t - I can’t believe - they haven’t yet?

And then when they’d found out that tomorrow was your birthday -

Your mind is only very preoccupied when you step through the Breaker Box door, when Eddie and then Volt both kiss you hello, when they set you down at your VIP table. The acts go by in a haze of lights and applause, and when Eddie finally calls for closing, you make your way to the bar.

Eddie hands you a glass of wine, the remnants of a bottle he’s trying to throw away. “Anything exciting on stage tonight, spark?” he asks.

But your mind is not here, sitting with you at the bar. It’s already upstairs, imagining two cocks inside you.

You blink, and look up at him. “Sorry, Eddie, what’d you say?”

He huffs, fights a smile. “Did you enjoy the show tonight?”

“Oh!” You take a sip of your wine. “Yes! Always!”

He gives you a funny look as he puts a bottle back on the shelf. “You seem a bit… distracted.”

“Ah, Eddie,” Volt chimes in as he rounds the bar and throws you a wink. “I imagine they’re just excited for their birthday!”

“Ahh,” Eddie muses, and gives you a wink himself. “That’s gotta be it. We’ll have to get up to something pretty fun, then.”

Volt leans back against the shelves and puts his hands in his pockets when he asks, “Have you thought about it, darling? What you might like to do to celebrate?”

Your heart thumps heavy in your chest at the question, and you raise the wine to your lips, knock it fully back in three gulps, and slam it down on the bar.

The action has made Eddie pause mid air from putting a bottle back, the most puzzled look on his face, and Volt’s head is quirked like a dog, an amused smirk on his lips. When you flick your eyes back and forth between them, two sets of lightning brows raise in tandem - expecting, interested.

“You alright?” Volt asks, thinly holding back a laugh.

You nod, maybe a little too forcefully. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Eddie’s grey eyes narrow, studying you, trying to find what’s hiding behind your tight words. “Oookay. So. You gonna tell us what you wanna do?”

You nod again, and grip the curved wood of the bar with your fingers, hoping it holds you steady. You can only focus on the empty glass in front of you - why you’re suddenly so shy in front of them, you’re not sure, but you shove the words out of your mouth before you can think to stop them. “I want you two to take me.” Your eyes raise, pausing on Volt’s face, then Eddie’s, then to the wall of whiskey behind them. “At the same time.”

Twin brows twitch again, and they share a quick look you can’t exactly read. “Is that not… what we already do, spark?” Volt asks, a little less amusement and a little more concern on his lips.

You inhale, deep, and try again. “In the same hole.”

The crash of glass shattering fills the room, and though the offending bottle fell from Eddie’s grasp, he makes no move to even indicate he’s aware of its escape. He is so very still, titanium eyes dark, his breath level, and looking at him only makes your heart skip a beat.

So you try your luck with Volt, and though you should have expected it, he is much, much worse. White eyes shine like pure lightning, and the grin that’s formed on his lips is pure, unbridled hunger, joy - a challenge accepted, and already won.

“Oh, live wire,” he purrs, his siren song of a voice positively sinful, and he steps to the side to join Eddie, his hands coming to rest on exposed forearm. You know what they’re doing with that touch - that emotion and thought sharing thing you still don’t really understand, and the concept that they’re internally, privately, discussing your proposal is actually hotter than you’d admit it to be. “I think that’s an exceptional idea.”

Eddie finally blinks, and his chest rises and falls with a breath. You know how calculating, how methodical he is, and you can see him weighing your words on a scale in his mind. When he does speak, it’s low, and jagged around the edges. “Are you sure?”

The wine was making you sure, to be certain. “Yes,” you say, nodding your head and digging your nails into the bar.

Volt beams brighter, and Eddie’s face steels. “We don’t want to hurt you. I - we,” he pauses, slides his arm through Volt’s grip until his hand rests in Volt’s. “Neither of us have done something like that before.”

“I’ve done both holes, but -”

“Volt,” he sighs, half rolls his eyes, and Volt chuckles at the tone. “Baby, really. You sure?”

“Absolutely sure.” Because you are. Every day, you’re closer to them, their currents running through your veins even when you weren’t touching them, but you wanted - needed - to melt into them, to let their heat consume and electrocute you. Needed to be as near to oneness as you could with them. Your Eddie, your Volt. Together.

And it was your birthday, and could you ask for anything more?

Volt laughs, that delighted laugh he does that others worry borders on wicked. It sparks a heat in your core when he steps away from Eddie and leans his wide torso over the bar to you. “Our darling,” he purrs. “How thrilling.” 

White eyes rake across your face, down your neck, your chest, and then back up with a flick of his tongue over his lips before whipping his head around. “Oh, Eddie, just think of it.” He pushes himself back off the bar, finds the lapels of Eddie’s shirt with his hands, puts his lips only an inch away from Eddie’s. “Able to be with each other, inside of our spark. Not having to be apart when they break around us.”

Eddie’s breath staggers, and you swallow down a moan and clench your legs together. Grey eyes are dark when they turn to you, and you’re sure the lust in them is reflected in your own gaze. His voice is gravelly, hungry. “Is that what you want? For your birthday?”

Your mouth is dry, but you nod, any apprehension gone along with your wine. “Fuck yes I do.” You stand, two sets of eyes following every inch you move. “Right now.”

Nobody has to be told twice.

Your naked body finally joins your mind on their bed, between their chests, hands on your thighs and on your waist. Both of their lips are on your neck, tongues and teeth grazing over your skin. One of your hands pulls at the coils of Eddie’s hair, the other digs into Volt’s neck, held and bound between them.

“Fuck,” you moan when they bite down, synchronized on your shoulder. “Eddie, Volt…”

Volt hums in your ear, his smirk audible. “Mm, we’re going to have to get you nice and ready for us, little wire.”

Eddie pulls away from your neck and presses his forehead to yours. His eyes are heavy, nearly black with lust, and his breathing shaky, like your heartbeat. “Volt’s right,” he says, and his voice makes your insides burn bright. “Get you relaxed, fucking soaked for us.”

“So we’ll slip,” you gasp when Volt’s hand cups your cunt, “right inside.”

Eddie’s hand finds your chin, not firm, just holding you still. A thumb runs over your bottom lip at the same moment two of Volt’s long, silver fingers slip inside you. The heat and stretch would normally make you gasp, but Eddie’s thumb slips inside your mouth, and you wrap your lips around him, tease the pad with your tongue.

Volt makes a small groan as his fingers curl inside you - he knows each inch of you, inside and out, and exactly the right ways to make you melt. “They’re already dripping, Eddie.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he huffs. “You need it, don’t you, baby?”

You nod, feebly, Eddie’s eyes boring into you, like he knows every single one of the thoughts inside you. 

“That’s a good spark,” he murmurs, “always greedy for us both inside you.”

Volt slips a third finger in, gives them a good thrust, and your eyelids flutter, your knees shake. “You’re so tight, my darling,” Volt sings in your ear, “let’s change that.”

Your cunt and mouth are both emptied, and you make a sound of protest that turns to one of excitement when you’re placed in Eddie’s lap, your legs on either side of him as he sits at the end of the bed. His thick cock pokes at your stomach, the leaking pre on the tip hot against your skin. Rough hands are on your hips, and his lips find yours like a man starved, his teeth pulling at your lips and your tongue.

“Eddie,” you breathe into him, grinding into his cock, “give it to me.”

“Hmmm.” He digs his fingers into your flesh to hold you still. “You gonna say please?”

“Fuck, please, Eddie pl- oh fuck!” 

He lifts your hips and forces his way inside you, no preamble, no warning, and you hold on to his biceps for dear life. His cock is so fucking thick, stretching your walls with every thrust of his hips. 

(You wonder, somewhere in your mind, if this time, he and Volt will actually succeed in splitting you in two.

You’d welcome it.)

Every jolt of Eddie’s hips brings him deeper into you, and you can’t help the little moans and gasps that fall from your lips. The glow of white hair makes you open your heavy eyelids, and you find Volt wrapping himself around Eddie’s torso, his arms encroaching over his chest. You watch as his lips suck at Eddie’s neck, as his silver nails palm at his chest.

“Volt’s right,” Eddie huffs through gritted teeth, his jaw set, determined. “You.” Thrust. “Are so.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Tight.”

White eyes flit up to yours over Eddie’s shoulder, coupled with a saccharine grin, and you’re sure you’re going to burst. “Amps sake, you’ll feel so good around us, though.” Eddie’s head jerks back, silver fingers in his hair, and you stare, entranced and captive on Eddie’s cock, as their tongues swipe at each other’s lips.

You make a sound deep in your throat, one of pure want, Eddie’s pace unrelenting and the coil inside of you tightening with every drag of his cock up, down, up, down, inside you. They open their eyes, their lips not separating, loving the look of awe, of need, on your face. The smirk on Volt’s lips makes your skin flush, your clit throb.

Volt makes a small chuckle when he pulls himself away, but he uses the hold in Eddie’s hair to lean him closer to you, and you meet his lips with glee, with an all-consuming desire.

A zap to your clit makes you cry out into Eddie’s mouth. Volt’s fingers make circles around you that match the beat of Eddie’s hips, and something builds, charges in you like you’ve been plugged into a socket, and -

You explode. Crying Eddie’s name into his mouth, your nails surely breaking the skin of his arms, and little zaps continue to spark at your clit as you’re blinded by the lightning of your climax. Eddie’s hands are the only things keeping your body upright, and through the throbbing of your cunt, you feel him follow you, coating your walls with cum that burns in the most delicious way.

Buzzing hands bring you back to your body, and you’re vaguely aware of soft voices over you as four hands start to move your body somewhere new.

“Make sure nothing spills out.”

“Never, my darling.” There’s a kiss to your cheek. “We need them as wet as we can get, don’t we?”

Your back is on the bed, the sheets soft and cool on your skin, a welcome contrast to electric skin. You blink as white hair falls over your face like a veil, white eyes sparkle down at you.

“Volt,” you whimper, a plea for him, a plea for more. “Volt.”

He tsks his tongue, lightning brows arched on his forehead. “I know, sweet spark.” His hand runs down your hip, your thigh, and when it finds your calf, he starts to raise it. “You want more, don’t you?” He chuckles when you nod. “Then I’ll give it to you.”

Volt rests your ankle on his shoulder, settles himself between your legs. And just like Eddie, there are no warnings, or words of intent - he simply slips his long, heavy cock inside your cunt as if he owns it.

He does. They both do.

He fits in perfectly, lubricated by Eddie’s cum, and he hisses when he bottoms out, your back arching off the bed. He exhales when he drags himself back out, to the tip, and he grins at the shriek you let out when he thrusts back in, even further this time.

“Oh fucking fuck!” You can’t tear your eyes away from his gaze - it pins you completely to the bed, and he doesn’t break it when he pulls your ankle to his lips and plants wet, hungry kisses to your calf. His cock reaches so deep inside you, sometimes you swear you can feel it in your stomach, like he’s trying to invade every inch of you.

It’s never enough.

Powerful, humming hands run up your arms, the heat of a current growing under your skin. Eddie’s hands circle your wrists and bring them over your head, holding them steady while the rest of your body rocks with every snap of Volt’s hips. 

“You look so pretty, live wire,” hey says, reverently, one of his hands brushing your cheek.

“Eddie -” you’re cut off by a slap to your cheek, not terribly harsh, but one that stings your skin nonetheless. Your wide eyes make Volt chuckle, and sparks burn under the skin of your leg. 

Volt quickens his pace and leans down over you, your leg stretched even more. Every inch of your skin is alight by the fire of their touch, and you’re entranced as, above your face, Eddie starts stroking his growing cock.

“V-volt,” you stutter, voice breaking and raw in your throat, but he only fucks you faster, deeper.

“I’ll fill you up, spark.” His voice is no less bewitching even when there’s less control, less composure to it. “Fuuck me, we’re going to slide so easily inside you.”

“Yes,” you beg, you plead - you try to reach for him, but Eddie’s grip keeps you restrained. You ache to touch them, to let their power overwhelm you, but the struggle -

You couldn’t deny you loved it just as much.

“Oh amp,” Volt groans, and you know he’s close, know by how his thrusts become more erratic, how his grips becomes tighter, and with a growl through his teeth, he empties inside you, the heat of his spend spreading through your cunt, your belly. Your head is heavy, your body liquid, and you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“Hm,” Eddie’s voice echoes above you, “You’re not tapping out on us, are you?”

You wiggle your fingers, shake your head. “Never.”

“Good.”

For the second time tonight, your body is manipulated by their hands, Eddie lifting you and Volt somehow finding his way underneath you. Your back is pressed to his chest as he settles up against the pillows, and you can feel his cock, still hard and slick (a benefit of his high-powered current), hit against your folds. One of his hands finds your nipple, the other your neck, resting you perfectly against him with your legs spread wide.

Eddie finds his way between them, and he rests his hands on your thighs. Titanium eyes are still dark, still hungry, but when he finds your face, there’s something else there. The concern, the worry from earlier, you realize - it makes your heart flutter, knowing how much he cares.

“Tell us your word,” he whispers.

“Fuse,” you reply, instantly.

“You promise to use it if you need it?”

“Yes. Eddie, Volt, I promise.”

Volt kisses your ear. “That’s our good spark.” Teeth graze your earlobe. “Our little birthday darling.”

Eddie brushes a thumb over your clit, and you try not to jolt at the touch. “You gonna be good for us?” He presses down, and you whine - it’s tortuous, the waiting, the knowing what’s to come. “You gonna let us use your fucking cunt?”

“Yes, yes please, do it, fucking take me and -” Volt’s hand from your neck is over your mouth, and you groan, little zaps to your lip.

Eddie wraps a hand around Volt’s cock, strokes it once, twice, before teasing your hole with the head. It’s Volt’s turn to moan now, as Eddie guides him in slowly, each inch making the mix of their cum leak out of you and coat his length.

“Fuck,” both of them breathe, and then Eddie inhales, exhales deeply, making his chest rise and fall. “You ready, baby?”

You nod, and Volt’s hand falls back to your neck, allowing you your voice should something arise.

You feel him nudge at your entrance, push against Volt’s cock. He angles your hips a touch and presses more, the tip only just finding its way inside you. It burns, and you try to steady your breath, to keep yourself as relaxed as possible. A little more, and you claw at Volt’s hands, curses falling from your lips.

Eddie pauses, his cheeks beet red, when the tip fully joins Volt inside you, the slick of their spend easing him inside. “You okay?” He’s on a razor’s edge, you can hear it - his love for your well-being overwhelming the desire to take you in one hard thrust.

You breathe through pursed lips. “Perfect,” you whisper, wanting, needing more.

You’re more certain than anything in the world that, when he finally, finally is halfway inside you, that when they move, they’re going to split you at the center.

And you’re right.

They let you adjust, let you breathe into and relax for a moment, before Volt pulls out slowly, agonizingly, and then tentatively thrusts back inside you. 

“Fucking hell, fuuuuck - Volt -” you cry, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Eddie moves next, knocking a tear from your eye. They find their pattern, their synchronicity, and you have never, never felt so fucking full. 

It’s a fire inside you, a delicious, painful stretch and rages hotter and fire at every thrust of their cocks. You are theirs, and they are your Eddie, and your Volt, inside of you, together - it’s as if it were always meant to be like this, as if your cunt and your body were made to hold them inside you. 

The sounds coming out of their mouths are sinful, uncontrolled, raw. Eddie’s steel eyes watch your face in awe, lines between his brows from concentration, and Volt’s hands squeeze your body tighter, needing every inch of you that he can handle.

They move faster now, confident in their strokes - the slaps of skin fill the little room, and your breaths mix, sweat gathering on their brows.

“L-live wire,” Volt grunts in your ear, “you, fuck, you were meant for this.”

“Meant for us both,” Eddie moans, adjusting his angle only slightly, and you feel him even deeper. “Shit, baby, we… fuck -”

“V-volt… Eddie…” is all you’re able to say, their names a prayer, a curse, falling from your lips again and again and again with the thrust of their cocks. The fire in your belly is alight in every one of your cells, clawing at your skin, aching to break free -

It releases with a scream, a sound of relief, pleasure, want that tears from your throat. You’re so full, so full already that you can’t even clench around them as you orgasm, and the fire licks at you in waves, consuming your sight and liquifying your body. 

It’s a haze of white enveloping you, but through it, you manage to make a few words: “D-don’t st-stop.”

As if they’d even planned on it.

You feel them, through the haze, thrusting into you relentlessly, your orgasm relaxing your walls and pulling them in, impossibly, deeper. The fire is warm, electric, and somewhere by your ear, you can hear their lips meeting, their breaths mixing, groans echoing in each others’ mouths. But a moment later, their lips are on your neck, teeth digging into your flesh, just as their thrusts become more volatile, a little clumsy.

They reach their climax, together, with words of love in your ears and twitches of their hips. Their cum meets and mixes inside you, singeing you like the burn of their hands, filling you even more than you ever thought you could be.

It may be only moments, or it may be hours later, you can’t be sure, when you feel one, then the other, slip out of you, and drops of their spend leak out of your hole as they do. Gently, featherlight, you’re placed on your back on the bed, their bodies on either side of you, the white haze still heavy over your eyes. 

But they fly open when, tenderly, you feel a long finger slip back inside you. You watch, eyes still a little blurry, as Volt brings his soaked finger to Eddie’s lips, and he takes it, licks it clean. You’re ready for it, a moment later, as Eddie presses inside you now, and offers it to Volt.

A sound unconsciously leaves your throat at the sight, and steel and white eyes look down at you in awe. 

“Darling,” Volt whispers, fingers to your cheek. “Our darling.”

You swallow, your mouth dry and your throat raw. “Can, can I…”

Both pairs of eyes flash with something bright, and without a word, they move as one. Two fingers gather the mixture inside you, and then press gently to your mouth, and you take them, greedily, wrapping your lips around them, tasting yourself, tasting them.

They pepper kisses over your face and neck when they remove their fingers, bringing sensation back to your skin and waving away the haze. “Little wire,” Eddie hums, “you did so good.”

“Took us absolutely beautifully, spark,” Volt sighs. “Absolutely perfectly.”

Eddie carries you to the shower, Volt rinses off your skin with a warm towel. They sing your praises any chance they can get, how proud they are of you, how perfect you are for them. Your Volt. Your Eddie.

They settle you between them when you’re led back to bed, warm and close, as close as you’re able between their chests. 

Warm, loving lips are on your cheek, your neck, as you blink awake, eyelids and head heavy on the pillow. Their morning kisses always tried to lull you back into sleep, the heat from their bodies always enveloping you better than any blanket. A set of lips presses to your forehead, and you hear them both hum.

“Live wire,” Volt’s whisper tickles your skin.

“Happy birthday,” Eddie mumbles against your neck.

You shift with a yawn, a stretch. When your eyes finally manage to creak open, Volt’s eyes are a bit too luminous to keep them that way. You shimmy back against Eddie. “Too bright.”

Both of them make small, amused sounds, and pepper more kisses on your skin. “We have some things for you,” Eddie says in your ear.

That, finally, gets your eyes to open. “You what?” you ask, still sleepy and still a bit blindsided by Volt’s eyes. “You didn’t - boys, you didn’t have to, last night was -”

“Of course we had to,” Volt soothes, running a hand over your cheek as you roll onto your back. “It's your first one with us, isn’t it?”

“And more importantly,” Eddie adds, stroking your arm, “we wanted to.”

The warmth you feel from them is more than just from their electric skin - it’s in their touches, in their kisses, in their voices and it just sings with love. Your Eddie. Your Volt.

You sit up with their help, and Volt ducks away and grabs two boxes from inside the armoire. He hands one to Eddie, and keeps the other held close, his eyes and grin shining. Eddie’s face is pink, and he can’t seem to be able to meet your eyes. It’s been a long while since you’ve seen him shy - he’s fucking adorable, and you smile when you see him bite his lip.

He turns the boxes around in his hands and places it on your lap. “For you.”

Your heart beats with excitement as you carefully undo the ribbon around it. But when you lift the lid, you’re a little confused at the sight - inside is a pair of gloves, thick like chainmail, interwoven with wires, and not exactly… fashionable.

He sees your confusion the instant your brows furrow a tick. “They’re insulating.” When you look up to meet his gaze, he also realizes that doesn’t help much. “They took a little time, for me to make them right. But, they’re meant to protect you from electricity.” A smirk teases the corner of his mouth. “So you can grab a certain someone’s hair.”

You gasp, your mouth falling open in understanding. You look immediately to Volt, and his cheeks are the faintest blue, his smile perhaps the widest you’ve ever seen. You hear Eddie chuckle, and without waiting one more second, you grab the gloves and attempt to fit them over your fingers. Eddie reaches out to help, to slip them on your hand with an ease that can only come from their makers, and when they’re finally settled, you flex your hands to test your grip.

Greedy as ever, Volt pulls himself closer to you. “Go on then, darling,” he says, excitement dripping off his tongue. 

You look to Eddie, just to be sure, and he nods, hiding his smile with a few fingers to his lips.

You exhale, a little shakily, and carefully bring your hands to his jaw, cupping him before slowly, tentatively, letting your fingers fall into the white lightning bolts of his hair.

They slide in, easily, the pieces parting between your fingers. Both you and Volt let out little sounds of shock, bewilderment, your eyes and his never parting. You delve your hands a little further and grab a handful, holding all you can between your palms.

Volt’s lips are on yours faster than light, his hands finding your waist and pulling you in close, and you tighten your fists. Even if you can’t feel the strands on your skin, you can feel their heat, their power, buzzing in the wires across your knuckles. It’s more than you could’ve ever asked for, this closeness to him. And it’s all thanks to -

Eddie, you think, and you pull away from Volt and try not to roll your eyes at his groan. You turn your head to find Eddie, watching with soft eyes with his chin in his fingers.

“Well?” he asks, and Volt chuckles. 

“I think they work,” you respond, not able to fight the smile that comes as you speak. Volt’s hands on your waist give you a slight push, and you begrudgingly remove your hands from his hair so you can reach for Eddie.

His touch is proud, humming with absolute devotion, and when you kiss, neither of you are able to contain your smiles.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his lips. 

His steel eyes shine just like Volt’s when he makes a hum in the back of his throat and pecks your nose. “Don’t forget someone else’s gift, now.”

You fake a gasp, pull away in mock offense. “How could I? Forget about our Volt?” 

White eyes wink at you while you pull the gloves back off, and a new box is placed in your lap, wrapped in shiny gold paper, and inside -

“Oh,” you breathe, “Volt.”

It’s a bracelet, solid copper, the pieces braided like wires and wrapped with a larger piece that takes them all together. Beautiful, intricate. It’s warm to the touch, which maybe should surprise you, but nothing about the heat that comes with proximity to these men is a shock anymore.

Volt is eager, almost like it’s his own present, as he says, “It’s pieces of my cuffs, and Eddie’s necklace.”

“What?” It’s basically a whisper as it leaves your lips, and as you look up at him, your vision is only slightly blurred by tears forming along your waterline. 

“Eddie had to teach me how to bend the wires.” He reaches into the box and takes it out, then finds your wrist with his other hand. “It’s certainly not my forte, but,” he gingerly slides it over your knuckles, and holds your hand when it settles on your wrist, “I think it came out alright.”

Alright? It was perfect, gorgeous and delicate and made from them. It hummed with warmth, that same warmth you felt from their touch on your skin, from the love in their kisses.

“Volt,” you swallow down the lump in your throat, his name already carrying so much weight. “I love it. I love it so much, I -” You find Eddie’s eyes, then Volt’s, unable to stop on either of them. “I love you both. So fucking much, you two, I -”

Twin kisses to your cheeks silence you, two pairs of hands come to hold you between them, two sets of fingers fiddle with your bracelet. A reminder you’re theirs. But more importantly, they are yours. Your Volt. Your Eddie.

And could you ever ask for anything more?

_________

Notes:

the look they give reader while they're riding Eddie is based on this work by @ironic-orange

the bracelet is inspired by this one.

[locomoqo]

haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

[neeeooon]

hey! can you do barou, karasu, bachira and ness reacting to reader receiving so many valentines chocolates and confessions, like a ridiculous amount … 😭

thank uuuu!

ywwwww thank you for the request!! 💕

when you receive a lot of valentines chocolates

bf bllk x gn!reader who’s popular w the lads

barou shouei

-> barou already knew you were going to receive valentine gifts from people who aren’t him, but he wasn’t expecting the sheer amount of chocolate until picking you up from your final class of the day

-> “woah,” he blinks at the mound of cocoa on your desk, and you flash him a sheepish smile. “most of it is from my friends, trust!” you sift through the confessions with a sigh. “these aren’t, though.”

-> barou scoffs and takes them when you hold them out for him. “‘y/n, you have such pretty eyes. let’s go out.’ they do know you have a boyfriend, right?”

-> you quietly stand to loop your arms around his waist and force him to look at you. “you get this little crease between your brows when you’re jealous or riled up,” you muse before poking the crease. “it’s cute.”

-> he weakly tries to push you off, though it’s clear he doesn’t want you to go anywhere. “whatever… we’ve got a lot of chocolates to go through.” “i hope you’re hungry!”

karasu tabito

-> he isn’t fazed by your pile of candy and confessions. if anything, he finds it funny that pathetic little boys think they still have a shot with you with him in the picture

-> steals candies off your desk throughout the entire school day. you have to smack him away multiple times, but your shared, secretive grin is enough for him to know you aren’t actually upset

-> by the end of the day, you have to drag a complaining karasu home. “ugh, my stomach aches, y/n!” “maybe you shouldn’t have eaten so much candy, tabito!” “i was checking to see if they’re poison ‘er not!”

bachira meguru

-> when bachira turns the corner to your classroom, he freezes mid-step at the ungodly amount of chocolate and handwritten notes on your desk

-> “uh.. what’s up, y/n!” you hurriedly wave him over, excited to share your goodies with him. “bachi! thank goodness, i saved all the caramel-filled ones for you. if we split these between both our bags, we should be able to carry it all to the bus in one trip!”

-> it warms his heart a bit that despite the amount of people trying to steal you away from him, the only thing on your mind is saving the caramel-filled chocolates for him

-> eagerly shoves half of the pile into his backpack. “here! i’ll carry your bag, too!” you open your mouth to protest, but end up carrying both your and bachira’s notebooks to make room in the bags for all the candy. “we are getting sick, tonight!”

alexis ness

-> he gets so self-conscious, especially when he shows up with a handmade bouquet and matching plushie keychains from a cartoon you watched together. how could he forget to get your chocolate?!

-> he’s about to throw the flowers away when you spot him past your mountain of candies and confessions. “ness! oh? what are you standing all the way over there for?”

-> you crumple the confessions into a tight ball and toss them into the recycling bin before turning your attention to your blushing boyfriend and the items he’s trying to hide behind his back. “whatcha got there, lexi?”

-> he stammers for a reply before giving up and dragging the gifts in front of him with slumped shoulders. “sorry, i forgot the chocolates. you don’t have to keep them if you don’t—“

-> he’s cut off when you fling your arms around him in a tight hug. “the keychains! they’re from our show, right? and the flowers! i love them!” “b-but i forgot the cho—“ “good thing we have plenty right here.”

[slttygeto]

pairing: college student! suguru x college student!fem! reader

genre: nsfw

there was something undeniably vulnerable about sex. despite hook ups being a thing, the concept of stripping naked for someone whom you don’t know enough about beside their name was either exciting for some, and a nightmare for others.

now, you weren’t one to say no for a one night stand—you had your fair share of fun as a stressed college student looking for an outlet to the gut wrenching anxiety that ate up at your bones like a worm. you weren’t one to deny that it gave you some self confidence, but this was different.

college student! suguru had his eye on you for the longest time before finally approaching you at one of the parties he was hosting. tall, long dark hair tied in a bun and an outfit that screamed ‘I don’t even try to look good, but here we are’. the man seemed to be amused at the side eye you gave him as he sat next to you on the couch.

“not a fan of parties?”

“that would explain why I am here, right?” your sarcastic response doesn’t throw him off, he could sense that you had a sarcastic side to you the moment he saw you stare him down like that. but despite your attitude, suguru continues to talk to you.

“I’ve seen you a couple of times. you’re always dancing but I’ve never seen you leave with anyone,” he doesn’t realize the creepy connotation behind his words, only sees your face turn into one of amusement before the tip of his ears start to heat up.

“why? do you want me to leave with someone?” you are now leaning with your elbow on your lap, the action bringing a lot of attention to your bare legs and suguru can’t help but let his eyes wander.

because he finds you attractive. way too fucking attractive.

and you can’t deny that the man talking to you right now was the closest thing to the reincarnation of a god.

college student! suguru has a certain way with words. you don’t know how he convinced you to go up to his room but you do it anyway. at first, it was under the guise of “let me show you all of my books about engineering since you asked what my major is” but now that you were sitting on his soft bed, and he was sitting on his chair facing you, the tension was growing thick.

“you look comfortable,” he muses, and you have to hold back from squeezing your thighs at the sight of him looking so…relaxed.

he was leaning against his chair with his legs spread, drawing a lot of attention towards his groin. whilst he wasn’t hard, you could still tell that he was definitely impressive down there.

“your bed is comfortable,” you reply whilst patting the mattress. “smells good too.”

he leans forward, eyes analyzing you like a hawk. “oh you like it?”

“mhm,” you lick your lips while maintaining eye contact. you refuse to be the one to look away first, or to show him that you were slightly intimidated by him. by how large he was, how much confidence he was exuding, the lustful stare—you could feel yourself melting.

college student! suguru is bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken. it’s ridiculous really—not only was he attractive, but he was also big and knew how to use it. you don’t expect him to bring you to an orgasm so soon, but he does and he’s proud.

“theeeere we go,” he pulls out his dick with a proud laugh, smacking your clit a couple of times as you whimper and attempt to shut your legs. “nasty girl thought she wouldn’t get fucked, huh?”

you obviously give no response, and that seems to amuse suguru even more. he wraps a hand around your neck, pushing you deeper into his mattress.

“did I fuck the words out of your brain?” you hold onto his arm, nails digging into his skin as you shake your head.

“no?”

“no,” you choke out, wrapping both legs around his waist as you pull him in. “I can still think—I can think properly right now.”

he slowly sinks himself back in, enjoying the way your jaw goes slack and you try your best to keep your eyes open and analyzing his face.

suguru leans down, breathing against your mouth. “how about now?”

“n—no.” you say through gritted teeth, clenching your pussy around his cock. you watch as his nostrils flare up, and he drops his head on your shoulder when you try to buck up into him. “why, do you give up?”

the squeal that erupts from the back of your throat surprises you, your hand shoots down to grab his hand as he pinches your clit.

“let’s fix that attitude, brat.”

2025 © all works belong to @slttygeto. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works.

[scoupsakakitty]

so, I recently began rewatching NANA TOUR and woozi was bias wrecking me the whole time. 🫣

I really love your 14th member of seventeen writings, can I request for woozi and female member of seventeen moments in nana tour (they can be publicly dating or in secret)?

THANK YOU SM ♡

Public but Private | idol!Woozi x 14thMember | fluff

The clock read 3:27 AM when a loud knock rattled your hotel room door. Groggy and barely conscious, you blinked at the ceiling, your brain struggling to process what was happening. Beside you, Woozi stirred, his arm loosely draped over your waist.

Another knock. Louder this time.

"Y/N! Open up!"

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. "Make it stop..."

Woozi sighed, shifting slightly but making no attempt to get up. "Ignore it. Maybe they’ll go away."

No such luck. The door burst open, revealing a camera crew and a very excited Seungkwan, who immediately froze at the sight before him. His mouth opened, then closed, before his eyes widened in realization.

"OH."

The cameraman was already filming. You barely had time to process before Seungkwan broke into a fit of laughter.

"THEY CAUGHT YOU!" he practically screamed, clutching his stomach. "You guys have been dating publicly for months, and this is the first time we actually get to see it?"

Woozi groaned, rolling onto his back and covering his face with his arm. "This is a nightmare."

"This is comedy," Seungkwan corrected, wiping away fake tears. "Now get up! We’re getting kidnapped by Na PD!"

You blinked, finally catching up to reality. "Wait, what?"

"Nana Tour, baby!" Seungkwan threw his arms in the air. "Pack your stuff, you have five minutes!"

With that, he and the crew disappeared, leaving you and Woozi in stunned silence.

After a beat, Woozi sighed. "I hate this already."

You flopped back onto the bed. "Same. But at least we’re suffering together."

"We’re going to Italy!" Hoshi shouted dramatically as soon as they reached the airport.

"You don’t know that!" Jeonghan countered. "We could be going anywhere!"

"I just have a feeling."

You stifled a yawn as you clutched your coffee, trying to stay upright. Woozi, ever the quiet observer, nudged your arm. "You’re going to fall asleep standing up."

"That’s the dream."

He smirked, but before he could respond, the staff handed out boarding passes, and chaos ensued as everyone tried to figure out their destination.

"PARIS?!" Seungkwan shrieked. "Oh, we are about to live our Emily in Paris moment!"

You gasped. "Boo Seungkwan, the Parisian influencer arc is starting!"

Woozi shook his head in amusement as you and Seungkwan dramatically linked arms, pretending to strut through the airport as if you were in a fashion show. Despite the exhaustion, he found himself smiling at how easily you could make things entertaining.

Hours later, the group finally landed in Paris, excitement filling the air. The members were split into teams for the day’s adventure, and luck (or fate) paired you with Woozi.

"This feels suspiciously like a setup," you mused as the two of you wandered through the streets of Montmartre, cameras following at a distance.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They want us to act like a couple on camera."

Woozi sighed. "We are a couple."

"Yeah, but we’ve never really shown it," you pointed out. "I think they’re hoping for something more... affectionate."

He smirked. "So what? You want to put on a show?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Only if you’re up for it."

After a beat, he reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours, his grip warm and steady. "Guess we might as well give them what they want."

Your heart did a little flip—not because it was the first time he held your hand, but because it was the first time he did it in front of the cameras.

And when the footage aired, the internet would lose its mind.

[hotchner-edu]

The Bet | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: The team bets Aaron that he won't be able to find himself a date for Dave's annual summer barbecue. Little do they know, he's already got his eye on you.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!BAU!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Hotch being perfect

It's half past ten, the smell of paper and brewing coffee permeates through the bullpen, and your eyes were narrowed at the small little circle surrounding Emily's desk.

"Okay, I'll bite. What are we talking about?" You finally lean over to ask, rolling your eyes fondly when Derek flashes a mischievous grin at you. He had been giving you numerous glances over the past ten minutes to try and draw your attention, possessing the giddiness and subtly of a puppy.

"Rossi's barbecue is next week." Emily muses, a bright glint in her eyes.

You nod slowly and cautiously, not sure what you were walking into. "Right..." you drag the word out a bit. "And? What are you planning? You only have that kind of smile when you're up to something, Em."

"Well, Rossi's making plus one's mandatory this year." Derek says with a sly grin, crossing his arms as he leans back against Emily's desk.

You raise your eyebrows and glance to Spencer. "Oh? And we're all in agreement with this new rule?"

"I believe Rossi's exact words were 'you people need to get out more,' so..." Emily laughs softly, shrugging as if his words had become law.

Spencer frowns a little and nods. "He also said that it would be good to bring someone we actually like and know because 'a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man.'"

"Did Rossi really just quote the fucking Godfather at us." You deadpan and glance over to Emily who raises her hands up and shrugs again. "Okay, fine. Now I'm a bit scared to ask, but why are you guys laughing?"

Derek smiles brightly before answering with an amused tone. "Because this means Hotch has to bring a date too. Rossi's already made a bet with him that he won't be able to find a date, and we're all getting in on the action too. Losers owe a hundred each."

"Wow, Rossi's not wasting any time. So, what did you guys bet on?" You ask with a near unimpressed tone and raise an eyebrow.

Spencer glances between the three of you guys before giving you the Sparknotes version. "Well, the three of us are betting with Rossi. Penelope's still deciding, and we haven't gotten to JJ yet."

"Well, I'll bet you twenty that JJ decides to sit out on this. I mean, guys, please, are you all really convinced that Aaron Hotchner of all people can't score himself a date?" You raise your eyebrows, unimpressed by the wit of your three friends.

You have to refrain from speaking further, knowing it'd turn into a spiel of how attractive you thought your unit chief was. Plus, you weren't trying to deal with them profiling the HR nightmare-sized crush you harbored for Aaron.

"You're going against the grain, sweetheart?" Derek chuckles, lips tugged into an excited grin.

Emily shakes her head and interjects. "Okay, but there's no way he's going to be able to get a date before the party. He was hand delivered like two weeks worth of paperwork this morning."

"It's Hotch. He's full of surprises." You grin, glancing around the bustling bullpen. "And anyway, you guys already have dates?"

Derek clicks his tongue and nods with a pleased smirk. "Yep. You guys remember Savannah, right?"

"Oh yeah, I like her." Emily chimes in before groaning and leaning back in her chair. "Ugh, I don't know if my guy is going to be busy."

You shake your head and smile, teasing her with a sympathetic tone. "Well, if he has any sense, he'll drop whatever he's doing to come with you."

Emily flashes a grin at you, silently telling you that she'd talk to you later about outfit details. Spencer is lost in thought for a second before you see him frowning.

"Spence?" You ask slowly, tilting your head.

He hesitates for a moment before looking at the three of you. "Do you guys think Rossi will let me in without a date?"

"No." Rossi's voice suddenly rings out as he walks by, blowing on his steaming coffee to hide his grin as he beelines to his office.

Derek snickers and claps his hand over Spencer's shoulder. "There's your answer, kid."

Later that day, you're hunched over your desk and nursing your headache with a cup of tea as you read through some reports. Just as you were about to reread the paragraph you zoned out on, you hear your name being called.

Raising your head up and blinking away the blobs swimming across your vision, you see Aaron standing in front of his office door, hands on the railing as he eyes you. "My office."

Standing up slowly, you feel your muscles aching as you stretch a bit. When you've made your way into Aaron's office, you see him leaning back against his desk, arms crossed.

"Yes, sir?" You ask and slowly come to a stop in the middle of his office.

"You've heard about Dave's party next Saturday, yes?" He asks lowly, eyebrows drawn together.

Nodding in confusion, you wait for him to continue.

"And his terms for the night?"

"Uhm, yes, I have. Is this about the bet being made, sir?" You prod gently, wanting to know if he was trying to sleuth out who was betting what.

"Yes." He answers with an unyielding gaze, looking unsure of himself for a moment. "I was wondering if you had someone you were going to bring."

"Oh." You blush a little and smile smally. "No... A lot of us are still trying to find dates."

Aaron huffs in amusement and nods. "Yeah, Dave's really stepping on our necks this year."

"He just wants an excuse to cook more, I'm sure." You chuckle softly.

"It wouldn't be the first time..." He smiles before clearing his throat and straightening up again. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me that evening as my plus one." He says, looking at you gently.

It feels like the wind is being knocked out of you as you stare at him owlishly. "Me?" You ask dumbly.

"Yes, it's okay if you would prefer not to though, I know this is very sudden." He reassures you.

Blinking rapidly, you see the slightest bit of pink creeping across his ears. "Oh, no, I would love to be your date for the party." You answer quickly, not wanting to let the opportunity slip through your fingers.

"Really?" He says with a bit of relief, the stress immediately dissipating from his face.

You nod and smile shyly, fiddling with your fingers. "Yes. I'm happy that you thought of me."

Aaron nods back and tries to compose himself a bit. "Of course... and I'm happy that you agreed."

Grinning softly at him, you chuckle a bit. "Well, I'll call you this weekend so we can settle the details, if that's okay..."

"That's perfect." He answers quickly, his eyes warm and filled with an indistinguishable emotion.

"Great! Well, I'll, uh, leave you to it then." You slowly back out of the room, shooting him a reassuring smile and fleeing back to your desk in disbelief.

When the night of Rossi's party finally turns up, you're anxiously pacing around your apartment, checking your outfit for the fifth time. Aaron had insisted on picking you up, ever the gentleman.

Time trickles by slowly, and when you finally hear a gentle knock on your door, you're practically flying toward it. Checking the peephole for a split second, you swing the door open and your eyes immediately dart down to the bouquet of roses in Aaron's hand.

"Oh!" You sputter out in shock, taking a moment to gather yourself. "Wow, they're beautiful. Thank you..." Blushing brightly, you smile as he hands you the bouquet.

"You look beautiful." He speaks gently, but his gaze is intense as he takes you in.

"Thank you. You look amazing..." It's clear that you're a bit flustered as you hurry to quickly put the roses in a vase, eyes continuing to flicker to his figure in your doorway.

He was in a black button up that hugged his arms and torso in ways that had you almost faceplanting with every step.

You're amazed that you manage to make it down to where his car is parked without your knees giving out as his hand ghosts over the small of your back the entire trek there.

He opens the passenger door for you and waits for you to get in before gently closing the door. It was driving you up the wall how gentle and warm he was being, and you almost wanted this to be a real date.

As he drives you both to Rossi's mansion, you speak softly to him, trying to ignore the way he steers with one hand on the wheel.

"Spencer texted me yesterday. He's bringing a girl he met at a coffee shop." You smile softly, meeting Aaron's gaze as he rolls to a stop at a red light.

"Really? That's good." He responds quietly, smiling fondly at the mention of Spencer.

"I know. He was worried about it all week, but I don't think he realizes how many women are attracted to him." You chuckle softly, nodding subtly toward the windshield as the stoplight turns green.

Aaron nods and grows quiet. A few minutes of silence pass before he speaks up, voice laden with nerves. "I'm grateful that Dave made the bet."

"Really?" You respond in surprise, wondering if it was because he was going to be a couple hundred dollars richer by the end of the night.

"Yes because it gave me the push I needed to finally ask you out."

Your lips part a bit at his words, butterflies swinging around your stomach and buzzing to the tips of your fingers. "Aaron?"

"I don't want tonight to continue with the pretense that I only asked you out to win the bet." His voice is mellow and growing more confident by the syllable, eyes occasionally flitting to yours as he drives on the highway. "I've admired you for a long time as an agent and a friend... and it didn't take long for that to turn into something more for me."

"Why are you telling me this now?" You muster up the courage to ask, leaning a bit closer to the center console between your seats.

"Because I realized these feelings were only growing everyday I saw you. Even if it's selfish, I want to be honest with you." He braves another glance at you.

You let out a heavy breath full of relief as you smile brightly at him, the setting sun casting a glowing pool of pinks and oranges across your beaming face. "I like you too, Aaron. I have for a long time as well."

Aaron's free hand reaches for your hand, and you happily let him tangle his fingers with yours. It was clear that nothing more needed to be said between you both, the connection between your hearts growing stronger with every ounce of relief and adrenaline that filled you both.

The feeling of his calloused hand in yours keeps a buzzing warmth coursing through your body for the rest of the drive.

When you pull up to Rossi's opulent house, neither of you notice the curtains of the window by the front door moving as your team take turns peeking outside when they realize Aaron's car has arrived.

Aaron walks with you to the front door with his arm around your waist, a bright glint in his gaze as he's radiating unadulterated joy.

Neither of you even pretend to be sheepish when the door swings open and Penelope's squeals meet your ears, everyone piecing together the puzzle when they see Aaron holding you close.

"We were starting to think you both got lost." Rossi's voice rings out as he chuckles and beckons you both in, looking at Aaron with an impressed smirk.

"Thanks for having us, Dave." Aaron grins, squeezing your waist before loosening his hold to let Penelope tackle you in a hug, Emily and JJ's enthusiastic questions not far behind.

"When did that happen?" Emily gapes, excitedly poking your side and raising her eyebrows.

You hug JJ and answer her from over JJ's shoulder. "The day you all made the bet. I told you guys that Aaron's full of surprises."

"Remind me to never bet against you in the future. Well, someone get Derek over here." Emily shakes her head in disbelief as you all slowly migrate toward the kitchen.

Aaron's hand finds yours again as you triumphantly smile, "Oh right, I hope you all brought your wallets! It's time to pay up."

"My man!" Derek's voice echoes around the house as he emerges from the wine cellar, beaming at Aaron. "Where's your date?" He asks, clearly unaware of the proximity between you and Aaron.

Aaron holds up your joined hands and chuckles. "I think this means I win?"

Morgan nearly drops the bottle of wine in his grip as he swivels his head for a double take at you both.

Rossi leaps toward Morgan, arms extended forward as panic seeps into his eyes. "Careful! That's 1860 Madeira!"

Morgan groans and lets Rossi wrestle the bottle from his grip. "Will you ever let us win at something, man?"

Aaron's chest rumbles with a chuckle as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb and shakes his head in amusement. "Not a chance."

[heeluvv]

CONSEQUENCES.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ nishimura riki x reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ teasing, orgasm denial, edging, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ request, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

you like to push riki’s buttons.

it’s a little game you play, one that never fails to make your stomach flutter with excitement. you test him, roll your eyes and pretend you don’t hear him when he tells you what to do. you know what you’re doing—you always do—and you know exactly how far to take it before he decides he’s had enough.

but the thing about riki?

he never loses control.

he doesn’t yell, doesn’t scold, doesn’t let his irritation show. he just watches, arms crossed, eyes filled with amusement and something darker, something that makes the air between you dangerous.

and when he finally does react?

he takes his time.

because if you want to play games, he’s going to make sure you lose.

“you’re so annoying.”

you huff, arms crossed over your chest, your glare sharp as you stare him down. riki is unbothered, lounging back against the headboard, legs spread wide, one hand resting lazily against his thigh.

his lips curl into that infuriating smirk, the one that always makes you want to wipe it off his face—or pull him in and kiss it away.

“am i?” he muses, tilting his head slightly, watching you like he already knows exactly what you’re doing.

“or are you just mad because you’re not getting what you want?”

your fingers dig into the sheets, frustration curling in your chest at how casual he sounds, like he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“maybe i wouldn’t be mad if you weren’t being so difficult,” you say, voice smooth, indifferent.

his brows lift slightly, but the smirk doesn’t waver. if anything, it grows.

“difficult?” he repeats, his tone dripping in mockery. “that’s funny coming from you.”

you move before you can think, shifting closer, fingers pressing against his chest in a half-hearted shove, but he doesn’t even budge. his muscles are solid beneath your touch, and the lack of reaction makes you more irritated.

riki doesn’t move. doesn’t say a word. just watches as you climb onto his lap, straddling him with a confidence you don’t entirely feel—but you’ll be damned if you let him know that.

his eyes flicker over your face, then lower, slow and deliberate.

then he laughs.

“that’s cute, baby,” he murmurs, hands coming up to rest against your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath hitch.

“you trying to act like you have any control here.”

your nails dig into his shoulders, determined not to let him see how your body reacts to his touch.

“maybe i do,” you challenge, shifting slightly in his lap, rolling your hips just enough to feel him tense beneath you.

you catch the way his fingers flex against your skin, how his breath hitches for a fraction of a second.

but riki recovers too quickly, and his smirk returns, sharper this time.

“oh?” he hums, tilting his head. “is that what you think?”

his hands tighten around your waist before you can respond, and suddenly, you’re being flipped onto your back, the world spinning for half a second before you find yourself pinned beneath him, his body pressing you into the mattress.

his lips are so close, his breath warm against your skin, and when you try to shift away, his hands press firmly against your hips, holding you still.

“oh, baby,” he murmurs, voice dipping into something low, thick, dangerous.

“you were never going to win.”

he moves with unbearable patience, lowering himself down between your legs, the warmth of his breath already making you tremble with anticipation. his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down agonizingly slow, making sure you feel every inch of fabric as it peels away from your skin.

your panties go next, the cool air kissing your exposed heat, sending a sharp shiver through you. you’re already dripping, your body betraying just how badly you need him, but riki?

he only smirks.

he doesn’t dive in, doesn’t give you what you so desperately crave. instead, he starts teasing, his tongue flicking out in light, playful strokes against your swollen clit, barely enough pressure to satisfy, just enough to make your body jerk involuntarily.

“r-riki…”

your voice is soft, shaky, laced with a mix of frustration and longing, but he doesn’t budge.

instead, he glances up, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a smug, knowing smirk, his lips still glistening from the soft licks he’s been giving you—never enough, never constant, always just out of reach.

“i told you,” he murmurs, voice low, taunting, his fingers pressing against your thighs to keep them spread wide.

he leans in again, the barest brush of his tongue over your clit before he pulls back, making your hips twitch in protest.

“you wouldn’t win.”

his fingers trail leisurely over your folds, barely touching, just enough to make you shiver, to make your body twitch in response. he feels it—the way you pulse, throb, ache for more, the way your walls clench around nothing, desperate for relief, for friction.

and it makes him laugh.

low and deep, the sound rumbles from his chest as he watches you writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“so desperate,” he muses, his fingers finally pressing against your slick, aching entrance—but before he can push in, before you can even breathe in relief, he stops.

your stomach tightens, your frustration bubbling over as he repeats the motion, pressing in just enough to make you feel the stretch, only to pull away again, leaving you empty, needing.

“riki, please…”

your voice is breathless, pleading, your hands instinctively reaching down to grasp his wrist, trying to force him to give you what you want.

but riki only chuckles, shaking his head as he grips your wrists with his free hand, pinning them down beside you effortlessly.

“oh, baby,” he hums, smirk widening as he presses down again, still not pushing in. “you really think begging is gonna make me go easy on you?”

he finally gives in—just barely.

his fingers press into you, stretching you open so painfully slow that it makes your breath hitch, your thighs twitching in a desperate attempt to pull him in deeper, faster, more.

but riki doesn’t rush.

he slides his fingers in inch by inch, letting you feel every single movement, every ridge of his knuckles, every teasing drag against your walls. it’s excruciating, the way he drags it out, barely curling his fingers, keeping his pace so slow it feels more like torment than pleasure.

“please, riki…”

your voice is small, breathless, laced with frustration and need, but he only hums in response, his smirk hidden against your skin as he leans down.

his lips find your inner thigh, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses, each one lingering a second too long, sending shivers up your spine. his breath is warm, his tongue flicking out between kisses, teasing the sensitive skin, making you squirm.

but his pace never changes.

his fingers move at a torturous rhythm, barely thrusting, just pressing, curling, withdrawing, repeating—never enough, always just out of reach.

“so needy,” he murmurs against your thigh, his voice dripping with amusement, his teeth grazing your skin before he soothes the spot with another slow kiss.

he makes a show of it, peeling off his clothes with deliberate slowness, letting you see everything—the lean lines of his body, the muscles shifting under his skin, the way his cock stands red and aching, twitching with the need to be inside you.

and when he finally pushes in, the stretch is instant, overwhelming, your walls clenching tight around him, sucking him in so perfectly that it pulls a deep, guttural groan from his lips.

his head tilts back slightly, his fingers digging into your thighs, but even as he adjusts, even as his body demands more, he keeps his thrusts slow, controlled, making you feel every inch of him as he drags in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“please, riki—” your voice is shaky, wrecked, a quiet sob escaping as your body trembles beneath him, the weight of your own desperation crashing down on you. “i-i can’t anymore… please…”

his eyes darken at your pathetic little plea, his lips curling into a mocking smirk as he looks down at you, watching the way your body twitches, the way your legs shake from the slow, unbearable torture of his rhythm.

“aww, my baby can’t take it?” he coos, his tone dripping with condescending amusement, his fingers trailing up your sides, his nails barely grazing your heated skin. “but i thought you liked playing games?”

he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm and teasing as he whispers, “wasn’t this what you wanted, baby? to push me? to see how far you could go?”

but then—finally, mercifully—he gives in.

his grip tightens, his smirk widening as he pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in, his hips snapping forward in a sudden, brutal thrust that knocks the breath out of you.

and then he does it again. and again.

harder. faster. deeper.

“fuck—” your hands claw at the sheets, your head tipping back as waves of pleasure crash through you, the ache that had been burning in your core finally being satisfied.

“is this what my baby wanted?” he taunts, his voice barely steady, strained with his own pleasure.

his pace is relentless now, his cock hitting deep, perfect, making you gasp and moan uncontrollably.

“tell me, baby—” his teeth graze your jaw, his breath uneven but his tone still so damn smug. “was this what you were begging for?”

you’re left utterly speechless, body wrecked and trembling beneath him as he continues his forceful, merciless thrusts, each snap of his hips perfectly calculated, hitting that sweet, devastating spot inside you with unwavering precision.

the teasing, the slow torture, the unbearable restraint he had forced on you—all of it had worked too well, leaving you on edge, too sensitive, too desperate. your walls clench aggressively around him, your body betraying you, gripping him like you never want him to leave.

“please, r-riki—don’t stop…”

your moan is loud, raw, your head tilting back against the sheets, the sensation of pleasure crashing over you, your climax sitting dangerously close, teetering on the very edge of release. you can feel it, taste it, the high building so intensely that your vision starts to blur—and then it’s ripped away.

your eyes snap open, a choked whimper leaving your lips as the sudden loss of him sends a sharp, empty ache through your core.

riki has pulled out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing, your body twitching from the shock of denied release.

above you, he groans—a deep, strained sound as his cock twitches violently, and before you can even process what’s happening, hot ropes of cum spill onto your stomach, painting your skin in messy streaks.

his chest rises and falls heavily, his breath uneven, labored, his gaze still locked onto yours as he tries to catch his breath.

his expression is unreadable—something between satisfaction and warning.

but you?

you look at him with wide, shocked eyes, the remnants of pleasure still coursing through your body, your orgasm still lingering just out of reach, cruelly stolen.

“should’ve thought about the consequences of your little games, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low, teasing, still breathless.

his fingers trail over your stomach, smearing his release across your skin, his smirk returning as he watches the way your body twitches in frustration.

“but don’t worry,” he leans down, lips brushing against your ear, his tone laced with amusement and promise—

“i’m not done with you yet.”

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ hoped you enjoyed it !!!

[privitivium]

yandere boyfriend, gamer male reader

blowjob. thats it ꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅๑)༡

boyfriend who's confident enough to leave you to your own devices while he goes out and deals with totally important business!! he knows how you get when you're sucked into playing these 'live games' with your dumb little friends, and he knows just how to get your attention! and now here you are, playing some game with your 'duo' while he goes out to murder the very very bad people who decided to try their luck with you !! best couple ever...

so immersed into playing your game... you didn't even hear the front door open and close. he startles you, standing near the couch waiting to be acknowledged.

ㅡ"heyyy, baby. back so soon?" you offer a fleeting smile, greeting him warmly before diverting your attention toward the device in your hands. duo dragging your attention away from your lover. so soon? hm...

his heart fluttering, feeling a rush of excitement. baby... "hey yourself... aren't you gonna give me a hug?" he teases, crossing his arms as he admires the sight. his lackadaisical boyfriend relaxing... pouting when you don't jump up and immediately shower him in affection like usual? harumph

ㅡs-shit, what was he asking for ?! usually you could multitask quite well - but holy fuck the last hour had been stressing you. loss after loss. you didn't hear what he said is all...!

;; "i-it's a live game, just give me a second..." you implore him, turning away - glued to the screen of the fucking ipad he gifted you for such things... wow, looked pretty serious. he mused, tilting his head at the sight of his boyfriend, ever the oblivious to his adventures... shedding his coat, sighing dramatically as he disposes the blood spattered jacket else where. "hun, could you get your pants off? they're in the way."

ㅡ"yeah, yeah - w-whatever." you do as he asks without question, too distracted to really inquire... unbuttoning your pants and halfassedly tugging them down to mid thigh before you were back into action. requires both hands afterall... 2 knocked, 1 left... res teammate... blahblah... ignoring the way he slinks closer on his knees, crawling inbetween your legs... he'll get your attention one way or another. roaming his hands all over your thighs - teasingly slow and eyeing your expression. irritation bubbling up underneath the surface of his smile as you ignore him. moving in close, breathing hotly over your clothed manhood,,,

relishing in the way you shiver at the warm, wet graze of the flat of his tongue. tonguing over the slit of your cockhead, feeling your prick harden in his gentle hands... soft to inflexible, real quick. humming softly, letting all the vibrations do the work as he lovingly cradles the base of your cock in hand, looking up at you with big ol doe eyes as he takes you in full - look at me, look at me... hmm... finally got your attention, huh? you know better than to ignore me, even for a millisecond...

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Could you write something for having a deep conversation with Sirius about your future plans, like marriage, kids, etc. just something reallyyy fluffy? Maybe they’re cuddling in bed ready for sleep but they’ve been sidetracked by this conversation🥺

“I don’t see why we don’t sleep in my bed. It’s much more comfortable.” Sirius complains quietly, pressing himself further against your back in an effort to move away from the spring that’s incessantly poking into his side.

“We’ve discussed this.” You reply with a grimace, envisioning the—ahem—decor in Sirius’s childhood bedroom. “I don’t like strange, half-naked women being the last thing I see before closing my eyes at night.”

“I don’t think it’s so bad.” He muses after a moment of thought.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” You state dryly, closing your eyes. “Goodnight.”

“I’m joking.” Sirius says into your ear, and you can practically hear the smile in his voice. “I’d take them all down if I could.”

“I’m sure.” You open your eyes long enough just to roll them.

“I mean it.” He states, this time with a tone of finality. “I hung them up as an act of defiance; I certainly didn’t have the foresight of knowing I’d be a grown man still sleeping in there with my future wife.”

Your eyes snap open at his particular word usage. Your eyebrows raise and you ask to confirm what you thought you’d just heard. “You, um—your future wife?”

“Well… yes.” Sirius chuckles, finding amusement in how surprised you seem to be. “You don’t agree?”

“Yes!” You blurt too quickly, then clear your throat as you try to recover from the embarrassment of sounding too excited. You make an effort to speak more slowly. “I mean of course. We’d just—ah, well—we’d never discussed it.”

“My apologies for not being more clear, then.” He smiles. It’s rare to see you flustered, and it’s flattering to see you jump at the idea of being together forever with him.

A comfortable silence follows as you digest the information.

Sirius wants to marry you someday. Considering the state of everything at the moment, you assume it’ll be someday far off, but someday.

“Kids?” You ask quietly, unsure if he’d fallen asleep.

“However many you’d be willing to give me, darling.” Sirius answers without any hesitation, leaning forward and kissing your head.

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty pleaseeee?"

"No and that's final!"

MC pouts making you roll your eyes at her, pushing around your straw that was in your drink. You place your chin on your palm and sigh. "Look, it sounds fun don't get me wrong, but I'm not really an art person you know? I wouldn't understand anything going on!"

MC raised a brow and pointed at your computer. "Isn't writing basically an art form!? So that makes you an artist as well!"

You could only deadpan at your twin. "Writing fanfiction is not something I typically boast about."

"But you display them publicly, like an art gallery! Hence, you are perfect for this!'

You stared at her and loudly slurped up your drink, then raised a brow at MC. "Ok, let's recap." You say, letting out a small sigh. "You got invited to this huge gallery thing, but you were also assigned to be security by the Hunter's Association for the very same gallery. So the person who gave you the invite said to not waste it and invite someone else, am I right?"

"Basically yeah."

"Ok. Next question before I decide to go or not. Why me-"

"Oh? If it isn't Miss Bodyguard~"

You pause when you hear a strinkingly familiar voice, then glance up when you see him.

Holy shit. He looked even hotter in reality.

"Rafayel?" MC blinks with confusion, placing the spoon she was about to put in her mouth back on her plate. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be preparing for your art show?"

You freeze at her words. Art Show? Rafayel? His Art Show!?

You should have known! How many fucking artists did your sister know except for him!? Of course, the art show she was bugging you to attend was his own! How could you be so stupid!?

You flinch slightly as Rafayel lets out an amused laugh, waving his hand nochantly. "Thomas has everything under control. All I really have to do is just show up and smile a bit. How boring."

Alright, [Name], this was NOT the time for simping! Sure, the man you wasted so much time and energy on was right next to you. Sure, the man you actually spent money on was breathing the same air as you, but crush down those hopes and dreams of seducing him! You weren't MC, and that was fine.

When they get married, at least you can stuff yourself full on the seafood that no doubt will be there. Mhmmm, you couldn't wait!

"Oh, Rafayel. This is my twin [Name]!" MC's voice breaks through your mind, and you blink back into awareness, then shoot a panicked, wide-eyed look at your twin, which she easily ignores. "[Name], this is Rafayel, the person whose art gallery is putting on a show for his works."

You finally raise your head to look up at him again (when had you lowered your head?), and your breath stutters. Fuck him being a mermiad, he was a gosh darn Siren. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Rafayel." You give him a small smile, trying your hardest not to squeal with excitement as he gives you a smile back. "I've seen some of your artwork. It really is beautiful."

"Hmm. I know."

Brat.

"So, will you come?" MC demands, reaching over to tap your arm. You let out a long sigh, rubbing your forehead. Alright, what were the pros and cons of going to this art show? Pros! You get to see Rafayel's work in real life since the game wouldn't show you anything. Pros! There's bound to be good food there since the little fishie is so rich. Pros! Hot Man In Sight.

Cons: Hot Man In Sight. Cons: It might disturb plot. Cons: Even though you loved your twin, jealousy was an ugly thing.

. . . . Damm. The pros outweighed the cons. You let out a tired sigh and glare at your sister. "Fine. But! As soon as you're off the clock, I'm out."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Hours passed, and you found yourself in the art show. You take a bite of the shrimp you had snatched from the table and stare up at the painting before you. The beautiful blues of the ocean, the little pink and orange jellifishes, and a colorful school of fish swam around the huge white clam that had a beautiful pearl in the middle. You swallow your shrimp and tilt your head to the side, trying to imprint the painting in your mind.

"I saw those little fishies in a dream." A voice whispers next to you, making you almost choke on your shrimp. After you had finished dying, you turned your head to see Rafayel standing next to you, his gaze completely on the painting. "In my dream, a silly fish let his friends so he could try and get that pearl. But he failed in the end."

Hot man talking hot man talking hot man- "The fish sounds very brave." You inwardly panic as he turns his head to silently stare at you. "Even if he failed, at least he tried! Most people, or well, fishes in this case, would rather let their desires fester back to the bottom of the sea."

Wait a second. Was Rafayel talking about how he represented the fish and how MC was the pearl? Goodness gracious, you were about to scream. You clear your throat and quickly toss another shrimp in your mouth to try and calm your thoughts. "My sister is still busy."

"I knoow," he sighs out, and you can't help but let out a small laugh. "And this art show is so boring. So, tell me about yourself."

Huh? "What?"

He leans closer to you, a smile on his face that makes your heart beat faster, blood rushing in your veins. "Tell me more about yourself," he says again. "I want to know more about Miss Bodyguard's twin."

. . . . You know what? Fine. It wasn't like you were actively trying to romance him! You could be friends! "Sure! What would you like to know?"

"Everything and anything." he smiles wider.

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xavier | Rafayel | Sylus |

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Rafayel | 18+

Happy Birthday, Rafayel! I hope you have a wonderful day with MC

[m1stm3]

now playing…

won’t bite!! by doja cat

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tattoo artist! suguru x body piercer! reader

is everyone excited for friday the 13th flash sales. ik i am.

cw’s!!: none!!! ^.^

wc: 1k (on the dot!!)

“alright, so-“

the clap that comes from your gloved hands is horrendously loud and you’re wincing before you can control your expression. you mutter out a small “sorry” when you turn to face suguru, a sheepish little smile spreading across your lips.

“anyways, um-“ you’re trying your best not to stare. “do you mind opening your mouth? for the anatomy check.”

he lets out a little hum, parting his lips while you move closer. you’re really trying not to stare — in a creepy way, at least. you kinda had to stare right now…

this part of the process is quick and easy (thank god), your mind more focused on making sure you won’t hit a vein and make your boss bleed out and die… and that the little dot that you put on his tongue is centered. that’s also important.

you switch out your gloves for the last time, your mind suddenly grateful for the opportunity to keep your hands busy instead of mindlessly fidgeting as you speak.

“so the aftercare is pretty easy…” you trail off, your hands unwrapping the needle and getting your clamps ready. “alcohol free mouthwash every time you eat or drink something, soft foods for the first three or four days, ice for swelling, blahblahblah…” he looks amused at your words and you silently thank whatever gods are listening.

“this part hurts more than the actual needle, in my opinion…” you mumble under your breath when you clamp the pink muscle. you line up the needle on the underside of his tongue and pray that he can’t feel how hot your cheeks are with the sudden closeness.

“alright, breath in… and out…” his nose crinkles when you push the needle through but he doesn’t flinch other than that.

your voice is all comfort and sweetness after that, a soft “good job” leaving your lips as you take the clamp off and prep the jewelry. you try to ignore the way his lidded eyes follow your every movement.

“keep your tongue out aaaand… done.” you hum, handing him a mirror when you take your gloves off. you’re nervous — not because he’s your boss (though that’s definitely a factor) but because it’s him.

a smile spreads across his lips as he studies the shiny silver and you feel the need to fill the silence.

“you did really good! most people flinch because of adrenaline n’stuff.” you give him a little thumbs up and almost immediately regret the awkward motion when he chuckles in response.

“i appreciate you making space in your schedule for me. you’re quite gentle for someone who stabs people for a living.” he muses. there’s the slightest lisp to his words now but he doesn’t seem to notice. you do though. you definitely do.

your hands are back to fidgeting with anything they can reach, the hem of your top being the current victim.

“i’m only as good as my client.” your voice is soft and his smile grows. you don’t know whether the slight tension is the air is genuine or just you being hopeful.

“um- i forgot to mention-“ you finally manage to squeak out after the — very short — quiet moment. “no… oral activities for the next six weeks.” you don’t know why you’re so embarrassed saying this! you go on this spiel almost everyday! you’re both adults!

“i know that’s one of the main appeals of the piercing but it’s a huge risk for infection so…” you trail off. it was a sad attempt at a joke, but it was still an attempt. a for effort!

your small — very small — victory is cut off as soon as you see him raise an eyebrow at your words and suddenly you want to curl up into a ball and rot for the rest of your life.

“‘one of the main appeals’, huh? is that why you got yours done?” if it were anybody else it’d be so easy to just laugh it off and move on, but obviously the universe has something against you so now you’re left hopelessly letting out a laugh that is way too stiff while your eyes frantically dart to the clock on the wall.

and finally, finally, you’re thrown a bone.

“ah! my 2:30’s gonna be here in a few, sorry!” you’re suddenly shuffling around your station, eyes glued to the metal tray that you had your tools on earlier.

“let me know if you need anything, ‘kay? i’ll get you in here in a week or two to downsize.” you send him a short smile, your voice the polite chirp he was used to hearing when you talked to clients.

he doesn’t move for a moment and you have to hold back the urge to say anything else and dig a deeper hole for yourself.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even hear him moving closer to you until he’s already pressing folded bills into your palm.

“for your troubles, yeah?” it’s the smallest mutter by your ear that’s gone before you can even protest, the shuffle of the curtain closing being the only indication that you didn’t just hallucinate how close he got.

you manage to collect yourself while you’re counting the bills he handed to you (the cost of the piercing and then some, by the way…. you told him you’d do it for free).

and you think you’re fine, you really do! until your phone pings! with a new text.

‘my books are always open for you, by the way.’

another text.

‘it’d be an honor to be the first to tattoo you, if you’d let me :)’

you react to the message with a heart… and also mentally plan out a design for the rest of the day. totally chill.

[darthwhorecrux]

TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P

Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.

"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.

"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.

Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"

At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"

You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"

He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).

You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"

"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"

"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.

But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.

"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.

This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.

Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.

"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"

"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.

It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.

"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"

You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."

"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.

You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.

In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"

You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.

"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.

You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.

He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Ready?" You giggled at him.

"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.

You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.

"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.

"But-!"

His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.

You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.

Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.

He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.

Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.

Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.

Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.

Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.

"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."

You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"

"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."

"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."

"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.

The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.

"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.

Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.

"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"

"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."

[retrobutterflies]

Ambrosia | billie eilish

Billie Eilish x Female!Reader

Summary: Your avoidant attachment style can only work for so long until it's time to face the music.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: Bi panic, hurt/comfort, fluff

Part II

A/N: If you've gone to see her on tour, you and I are in a fight.

You had been acting off. You knew it. And you weren't a very good actress so you could tell your friends knew it too. But no one had said anything, at least not yet. You had tried to drop hints of work being stressful or your lease ending soon but they were halfhearted and pitiful attempts to camouflage your real turmoil.

You could tell Billie knew it too. Her eyes lingered on you a little longer when someone would say a joke and everyone would laugh and you would be quiet in the corner consumed by your thoughts. A few times she called your name to pull you back into the conversation, a quirked eye brow and side smirk barely concealing the confusion or concern lingering in her eyes. Sometimes it was a gentle nudge in the side or handing you a fresh drink to pull you back from your mind. And it would work for a while until you couldn't stop focusing on how close she was sitting to you on the couch or how every time she would laugh her body would lean into yours and you would feel her warmth and smell her perfume. And then you would be sucked right back into the buzzing thoughts of panic and fear and confusion and you would be plotting your escape route before you imploded.

Tonight was harder than usual. You had been in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sipping your third beer that was finally giving you a little buzz, softening your brain for the time being. Oliver had come up to you with an award winning grin and glinting eyes. He was a friend of a friend but he seemed to be at every party you were and slowly but surely you started talking and flirting every time you saw each other. You knew if you wanted someone to dance with or chat or make out in the bathroom you could find him and he would give you his charming smile and an enthusiastic yes.

Only tonight it was different. Everything had felt different since your startling realization on the floor of your room a month ago. You noticed him before he reached you and instead of the usual feelings of excitement or anticipation, all you felt was anxiety. Your stomach had been in knots on and off all night and suddenly at the sight of him they were back to full power.

"I thought I'd never find you," he mused, strolling up to you and leaning his torso against the marble counter top. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me."

You let out a soft puff of a laugh, taking a larger gulp of your beer before replying, "I'm avoiding everyone.”

He quirked an eyebrow, pushing back a brown tuft of hair out of his forehead. "For any particular reason?"

You pursed your lips, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, thinking about how to respond. "Just, tired, I guess," was your intelligent response.

"Just tired, you guess," he echoed, eyebrows raising further as he tilted his head at you. His eyes were piercing and you could feel him trying to peel back the layers of your newfound shell.

"Too tired to even dance with me?" he asked, giving you a soft, playful nudge in the side. You tried to give him a smile though you were sure it looked more like a wince.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, I'm just–" You struggled to find the words, the knots tightening in your stomach, "–out of it today."

He let out a hum, taking a sip of his IPA, and stared at you long and hard.

"Is this about a boy?" he questioned.

You winced but it only seemed to encourage him.

"So it is. C'mon, I'm not upset that you have a crush, I’m just upset its not on me," he joked, nudging you again. When you didn’t respond he continued.

"So," he repeated, "Who is it? I promise I'll keep it a secret."

You shook your head, taking another large sip of your drink like it could wash away the anxiety blooming in your chest.

"Is it Ben? You guys used to talk didn't you?" he continued, eyes now scanning the busy kitchen and through the archway peaking into the living room.

"Or Sebastian? I know he's always had a thing for you. He glares at me sometimes," he let out a chuckle.

"Oliver–" You tried to cut him off.

"Wait no, it's Griffen isn't it? God, I should've guessed that first."

"Oliver, stop, please," You put a hand up to rub the spot between your forehead that was starting to ache.

He looked back at you and frowned. "I get it, you don't have to tell me. I have been told I give good advice though," he said.

You looked up at him. His big brown eyes were sincere and there was a time when they used to make butterflies erupt in your stomach. But now it was like any fascination you had had with him before had puffed out like a candle.

"Listen, I appreciate that, but–" You let out a breath, trying to choose your words carefully, "this has nothing to do with a boy."

"You sure?" he replied, skeptical. Your stomach twisted again.

"I'm sure," You breathed.

He left you alone after that, strolling away to find his next playmate. You stood there for a while, people watching and sipping on your beer. It didn't take you long to notice Billie with a few of your friends, perched on a couch in the living room, a perfect view from the kitchen. Someone said something and she laughed, throwing her head back, hair glinting in the low lighting. You stared for longer than you should've.

And then she finally noticed you. Her eyes caught yours and her smile morphed into a softer more tentative one. The anxiety that had been appeased for the moment roared back to life and you felt your heart rate quicken to the point that you could feel your pulse in your neck. You looked away, clenching onto your near empty beer can before sliding it onto the counter. You looked up to see the far door to the balcony and before you could think your legs were taking you there.

It was surprisingly empty and the chill of the autumn air felt refreshing against your burning cheeks. You leaned your elbows on the metal railing, taking in a few deep breaths as your eyes scanned the glowing lights of the city skyline.

You felt like you were going crazy. Everything you had known about yourself had suddenly flipped on its head on a random Tuesday and now you couldn't function normally. You were overthinking everything. All of your relationships, all of your friendships, all of your actions. How could you have not known? How could it have taken you this long? Don't people usually know right away?

"Hey," her voice hit you like an electrical shock. You jumped slightly and usually this would've made her chuckle but you could tell she knew something wasn't right. "Sorry," she said, her voice a hair softer, "I didn't mean to scare you."

You finally turned to look at her as she was closing the sliding door behind her. Her eyes seemed cautious and she took slowed steps towards you like you were a frightened animal.

"No, it's fine. Sorry, I'm–" losing my mind, "just a little tired."

She came to stand next to you, leaning her arms on the railing as well, and nodded. A few pieces of dark hair fluttered in the crisp breeze and your eyes lingered for a moment. You took in her side profile, the slope of her nose, flush of her cheeks, the pinched wrinkle between her eyebrows. She was quiet for a while, eyes looking out at the city, seeing through it like it wasn't even there at all.

"You seem to be tired all the time now," she finally said, her voice low and soft. You could hear her attempt at light humor, trying break the tension that had settled between you as the weeks went on but you could read her well and you could see the worry etched on her face and feel the apprehension in her words.

"Yeah," was all you could muster to reply. Your mind flashed back to all of the plans you had turned down or cancelled on last minute under the ruse you were tired. You turned your attention back to the city, trying hard to focus your eyes anywhere but her face.

You could practically hear the thoughts buzzing in her head, all the words and questions she had for why you had suddenly sunk into yourself. And why you had suddenly started avoiding her. She let out a soft sigh. You could feel her gaze on the side of your cheek but you couldn't bring yourself to look at her.

"Are you doing okay?" she asked, voice even softer than before.

You bit the inside of your cheek. You weren't sure how to respond. Any wrong word and you might very well burst into tears.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You replied. You tried to sound nonchalant but even you could hear the slight waver in your voice. You moved your hands to grip the railing, an attempt at grounding yourself so you didn't lose your resolve in front of her. You were already thinking about an escape route, maybe to the bathroom to cry or maybe straight out the front door where you could call someone to come pick you up.

She paused for a moment, staring at you. You could tell she was trying to read between the lines, hear the words you weren't saying. And you knew if you met her eyes she would be able to pull them from you in an instant.

"You know," she paused again, her eyes still boring into the side of your face, "usually I don't pry because you always come to me when you're ready but–"

She let out another sigh, finally pulling her gaze away and back towards the twinkling night. She tapped her fingers softly on the railing. You could hear her rings making gentle clinks against the metal. It was a tell tale sign she was nervous or agitated, or maybe both.

"You're worrying me a little." She took another breath. "And I just want to make sure you're alright because I can tell something is bothering you even if you're not ready to tell me what it is yet."

You could feel your eyes start to sting and your hands were starting to freeze from clenching the cold steel of the railing for so long but you didn't dare move them for fear their fidgeting would give you away. But your throat had tightened to the point that you weren't sure you could say any word without it sounding strained and threatening tears.

"And–" she started again, her voice taking on a slightly pained sound, "if I did something that upset you I'm really sorry. I know I can be a lot sometimes but I don't want that to make you uncomfortable or . . ." She trailed off, grimacing at her own words.

You finally plucked up the courage to look at her. She looked pained and you felt the anxiety in your stomach turn to dread. She looked so worried and it was obvious that your strange behavior had been affecting her for a while now. And somehow she knew she was the cause.

"You started acting strange after the last time we hung out and I–" she scrunched her face up in regret, "–didn't mean to do anything that would make you uncomfortable and sometimes I get too comfortable and I forget to check myself–" she let out a frustrated sigh. You turned your gaze away sharply.

Your mind spun back to that moment a month ago, both of you sitting on the floor of your room. You didn't even remember what you had been talking about but you remembered your stomach had cramped from laughing so hard. And your faces were so close together. And she had started playing with your hair, first brushing it behind your ear and then twirling a strand or two. And then her finger had brushed so lightly against your cheek once, then twice, then it travelled down your jaw then towards your neck and left goosebumps and tingles in its wake and then so suddenly like a bolt of lightening you had wanted her to kiss you.

Your whole life you had thought you only liked boys. You had only ever had crushes on boys and dated boys and then suddenly you wanted a girl and you had to double back through every interaction in your life to see if you had been deluding yourself, refusing to acknowledge this second side of you. And it was an earthshaking realization that you hadn't even known yourself and that you had been so blind to it.

And then the worst part about it was that it wasn't just any girl but it was your best friend. The most major, important, integrated person in your life and suddenly you had feelings for her and you had no idea what to do.

"I just–I didn't mean to let it get–" she cut herself off, letting out another frustrated huff.

You couldn't risk looking at her. Your eyesight was already blurring from the moisture building up in your waterline and you knew if you made a sound it would cause them to start falling, ruining any last shred of dignity you had left.

You could feel her gaze on you again, penetrating and heavy and from the corner of your eye you could see her shoulders sag and her head dip slightly.

She was quiet for another few seconds before murmuring a quiet, "I'm sorry."

It made your heart clench painfully and you wanted to turn to her and reassure her that nothing was her fault and you were just dealing with your own inner turmoil but you could already feel a few tears escaping your eyes and rolling hot and fast down your wind-bitten cheeks.

She took your silence as rejection and pulled back suddenly from the balcony. "I'll, um, leave you be for a little. If, uh–" her voice sounded pinched and low and you could picture the look of defeat on her face and it made you feel like throwing up.

"If you need a lift home, just, uh, let me know," she murmured.

She turned around and took a few steps to the door, hand resting on the handle. You turned to look at her, sudden panic and desperation clawing at your neck at the thought of her leaving even though a second ago that was all you had wanted.

"Bil–" Her name got caught in your throat that had tightened so much you felt like you were choking.

She turned quickly, shock filtering across her features as she noticed the tears.

"Are you crying?" her voice held a quiet tone of surprise but it was enough for the rest of the tears you had been desperately holding back to break free.

You cupped your hands over your eyes, a hiccup of a sob leaving your lips, and pressed your sleeves into your eyelashes in a piteous attempt to dry up your tears. You heard her whisper your name before you felt her in front of you.

"Please don't cry. I didn't realize–" Her hands went to your shoulders, squeezing slightly before pulling you forward until you could feel her torso pressing against yours and feel her arms winding around your body.

It was useless fighting your emotions. They had always won before. It was silly of you to think you could beat them now. You felt yourself sink into her, your hands moving to wind around her neck, pressing your cheek against her warmth.

"I'm–I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were so upset. I–" she sounded like she couldn't find her words, still surprised by your reaction. Her arms tightened around you, one of her hands reaching up to cup the crown of your head.

She dragged her hand down the back of your head, fingers raking through your hair, brushing against your scalp. You stood there for a while, your tears soaking into the sleeve of your shirt, her delicately stroking your head, dolling out a few hushed apologies even though there was nothing for her to be apologizing for.

Finally, when your choking whimpers and nearly ceaseless tears quieted down, she pulled back. She pulled her sleeve over her hand and pressed it gently against your cheek and with slow and deliberate movements she wiped away the wetness on your face. It was an intimate enough gesture to bring more tears to your eyes but she tutted at you.

"Come on, baby. I don't want you to run yourself ragged," she cajoled though her voice was still hushed and the worry never left her face.

'Baby' hit you right in the chest. She had called you that before, and more often in recent memory, and though it had always made you feel warm it had never quite knocked the breath out of you like now.

She swiped her thumb over your eyelid, then the other, brushing the new tears from your lashes. Then she swiped the delicate skin under your eyes, once, twice, maybe a third for good measure. You couldn't tell where the flush in your cheeks from the cold stopped and the blush began. Her eyes now held yours and in the darkness their hue was almost as dark as the deepest part of the ocean and you could see the lights of the city glittering in her irises like she had plucked all of the stars from the sky and sprinkled them in her eyes. And for a second time you were breathless.

"Why don't I take you home?" she breathed, eyes now flittering around your face.

You wanted to reply with something witty, something to ease the tension even a hint but you couldn't find your words. All you could do was give her a nod. She held out her hand to you and like it was second nature you took it. Her rings were cool against your skin but her hand was warm and soft and she gave you a reassuring squeeze before gently tugging you back inside the apartment.

She didn't bother to say goodbye to anyone. You were sure she was doing it for your sake. You knew you looked like a mess. Her car was parked on the street and she opened the passenger door for you and waited until you were seated before shutting it and going towards the driver's side.

She didn't say anything, only turned the radio on to a comfortable buzz before starting in the direction of your apartment. You leaned your forehead against the cool glass of the window and shut your eyes tight, trying to take in the small moment of peace before you knew you would have to finally explain yourself. You could feel her heavy glances and for a moment you swore she was going to reach out to touch you but she didn't and soon enough you were pulling into the parking garage of your apartment.

She pulled into one of the designated spots for your unit, the other one reserved for your roommate. It was essentially hers since you didn't have a car and the familiarity of her pulling in like normal when she hadn't done it for a month had your heart clenching again.

The elevator ride was quiet as was the walk to your unit. When you opened the front door, your roommate and her boyfriend were cozied up on the couch, watching the newest slasher flick. You had calmed down enough to offer them a pleasant greeting as you took your shoes off and they turned their attention from the glowing TV to respond. You could see the peaked interest on your roommate's face at the sight of Billie standing next to you who she hadn't seen since that fateful day.

"Let us know if we need to turn the volume down," your roommate said and you gave her a small smile before leading Billie down the hall and to your room, shutting the door behind you.

For the first time ever, she looked somewhat lost being in your room. You were so used to her sprawling on your bed, borrowing your clothes without needing to ask, using far too much of your body wash when she took a shower and now she was lingering by the door, arms crossed over her chest like she was too scared to touch anything. You dropped your bag onto your desk and sunk down to sit on the bed. You patted the spot next to you.

"You can come sit," You said, before adding, "If you want."

She relaxed slightly and nodded, shrugging off her jacket onto your desk chair before taking the space next to you. You sat there in a thick silence. You opened your mouth to speak but your courage was depleting at a rapid rate and your eyes kept flashing back to that moment a month ago, seeing you both like ghosts sitting on the floor in front of you. She finally broke the silence first.

"I just want to say that," she took a steadying breath, eyes focused on her hands that were wringing nervously in her lap, "I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry that I overstepped a boundary."

You let your eyes wander over her face. Her brows pulled together, furrowing slightly as she thought back to that day.

"I know you don't have those feelings and I–" she shook her head, pieces of dark hair falling into her face making her brush them back behind her ears.

"I shouldn't have let myself get close like that. It wasn't fair to you," she admitted, letting out an irritated exhale.

She was quiet again. You weren't sure if she was waiting for you to answer or trying to find the words to keep going. You felt your pulse quicken as you stared at her. She lifted her head and her eyes met yours and again you were breathless. She had always been beautiful but you had never let yourself view her as anything more than a friend. And now looking at her you had the crushing realization that you didn't think you could ever view her as anything but anymore.

"Billie," your voice was quiet and you didn't realize what you were going to say until the words were spilling out of your mouth.

"I love you."

She blinked at you, eyes wide and flickering between yours. And then she grimaced. You couldn't help but feel the wash of rejection settle in your chest.

"Don't say that," she said, shaking her head and looking like you had just slapped her.

"Why?"

She stood up abruptly, like being close to you was suddenly suffocating her. She crossed her arms back in front of her chest, eyes looking around your room but focusing on nothing.

"Because you don't mean it," she muttered, her eyes following the myriad of pictures and polaroids you had decorated over your wall, her face smiling back in more than a few of them.

"What do you mean?" You almost laughed at the absurdity. "Of course I do."

She shook her head again and turned back to look at you and you were taken aback at the sudden anger swirling in her eyes.

"You fell of the face of the planet four weeks ago," she snapped. Her eyes were narrowed and her thick liner made them look darker than normal.

"You barely answered my texts. I thought I had done something horrible. And then when I realized what I had done you were no where to be found for me to apologize. You iced me out so fast it made my head spin!"

You couldn't help but gape at her. She bit her lip, her eyes now glimmering with her own tears threatening to fall. The sight of them made your insides coil up so tight you almost felt faint.

"One second we're talking about the future, laughing at the possibility that we could ever live apart from each other and the next second you're gone like I was suddenly nothing to you," she exclaimed, her voice raising in a mix of anger and pain. A couple of stray tears rolled down her cheeks and she angrily wiped them away with the back of her hand.

"You can't just leave me like that and then . . . and then–" she let out a shuddering breath, "say you love me."

You felt your tears resurface, stinging against your lashes as you stared at her. Guilt was wrapping around you like vines and you couldn't believe you didn't realize how much you had hurt her from pulling away like that.

"And it's not fair because you don't even mean it. Not–" she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment like she could force her tears back.

"It doesn't mean the same thing to you,” she finally met your eyes, "Not in the way that it does to me."

"Billie, I–" You felt your breath get caught in your throat, "I'm so sorry."

She stared at you for a painstakingly long moment before the anger seeped out of her and was replaced by dejection. She sunk down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

"No–" she rested her forehead against her knee, her face now hidden from your gaze, "I'm sorry. I just–You'd think at this point I'd be able to deal with it better, you know? But it doesn't seem to get any easier."

You got up from your spot on the bed and sunk down to the floor with her.

"You have feelings for me," You suddenly realized, eyes scanning her as if you were trying to see what you had been missing all this time.

She let out a humorless laugh. "Brutal, isn't it?”

She chuckled again, raising her head to rest her chin on the top of her knee.

"You don't even like girls. And I can't seem to like anyone but you," she admitted, her voice rasping at the end. It sounded like she had accepted her fate long ago and you couldn't help but feel the pang of regret in your chest at wishing you had realized this so much earlier.

"I tried to make it go away. But sometimes I would just let myself pretend just for a second that you felt the same way," she let out a heavy breath.

"The last time I was here, I just, I let myself pretend a little too long and I got carried away."

She met your eyes and a few rouge tears dropped down her cheeks. Instinctively, you reached out and brushed them away, cupping her face and swiping your thumbs across the swells of her cheeks. She closed her eyes and you watched her face relax for a fleeting moment before the anguish was creeping back in again.

"You can't do that," she whispered, eyes blinking open as she pulled her face out of your hands. "You're only gonna make it worse."

You stared at each other for a few moments, the air heavy and thick with emotion. But you could feel your resolve strengthening after she bared her heart to you. You figured it was only fair to do the same.

“I love you,” you repeated, this time more firm than the last.

She winced again like the words were painful to hear.

“I mean it,” you said, “I love you.”

She shook her head, not believing your words or maybe thinking you didn’t understand her.

“You don’t,” she denied, opening her mouth to retort again but you cut her off.

“I do,” you insisted. “Please, just–Let me explain.”

She closed her mouth, blinking at you before giving you a short nod.

"I grew up in a very traditional household," you started, taking a wavering breath to ready yourself. "My whole life I was surrounded by nothing but heterosexuality. My parents, my relatives, all of my friends. And I had always liked boys but it had never crossed my mind that I might like girls too."

"And when I met you I knew you were going to be so special to me. It was kind of frightening how quickly we grew attached. But I had always valued my close friendships with girls that I just–" you shook your head, eyes straying to your hands nestled in your lap, "I hadn't realized that sometimes my feelings went beyond the scope of platonic."

"But last month, when you were here and we were talking I . . . I had this sudden realization that I wanted you to kiss me.”

You looked up to see her eyes boring into you. She kept so still like she was worried one wrong move and you would close back up.

“I had to . . . comb back through my life to make sense of it. I didn’t realize–I thought you just knew. I thought it was so crazy of me to only realize now and . . . how stupid could I be for not knowing I felt like this.”

You shut your eyes, thinking back through all those memories you had replayed over and over again.

“And then I thought back to moments between us,” you let out a shaky exhale, feeling your eyes sting, “How close we get, the things we talk about. How I don’t let anyone do the things you do. How I always look to you first for anything.”

You could feel her penetrating gaze even with your eyes shut.

“And then I just . . . I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Your friendship is so important to me but I didn’t know how to be around you without confronting these new feelings. And I couldn’t,” you winced, letting out another shaky sigh, “I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you because of them.”

It was so quiet for a moment you thought maybe she had left. But after a few beats of silence you heard her shuffle towards you and then slowly her arm curved around your back and she was pulling you into her.

“You could never lose me,” she said so softly it was nearly a whisper, her voice thick with emotion.

You bit your lip hard to stop it from trembling. Her other hand found your face and cupped your cheek, nudging you to look up at her. You opened your eyes to be met with her anguished expression, eyes glossy in the dim lighting, eyeliner smudged at the sides.

“And you’re not stupid,” she said, brows furrowing further.

“But how could I not have known–”

“That doesn’t make you stupid. There’s no calendar for this shit,” her thumb danced softly over the plush of your cheek, so light, so delicate, you couldn’t help but lean into it.

“So you believe me?” you finally asked after another bout of silence.

“That you love me?” she questioned, a rasp in her tone. You nodded.

She moved her hand to stroke back your hair from your face, thumb lingering on your hairline as she brushed back the soft baby hairs.

“Yes,” she finally conceded, eyes roaming around your face like this was the first time she was able to openly admire it. Her face drew closer and you could feel the warmth of her breath graze your lips.

“You just can’t go cold on me like that again,” she breathed, her eyes so blue and captivating like this was some sort of spell she was weaving on you. “I felt insane.”

You let out a weak chuckle. She mirrored your smile, eyes straying to your lips.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, making her eyes meet yours again, “I really am.”

“I know, baby,” she replied.

That was all it took for you to lean in and kiss her. She took a sharp intake of breath, maybe in surprise, but her lips responded to yours in an instant. They were so soft, velveteen and silky, and you could smell her sweet perfume overwhelming your senses. And she tasted like honey and mint and ambrosia and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t kissed her before.

Her hand raked through your hair, curving around the back of your neck, massaging the tendon as her kisses grew deeper and sweeter. You felt your mind start to mellow into a hypnotic buzz where you couldn’t think much past her and her satin lips and her soft exhales fanning over your face. Her other hand slid around your torso, palm centering on the small of your back, before she was pulling you into her and up onto her lap.

“Fuck,” you breathed between kisses, wrapping your arms around her neck so you could press yourself in further.

Slowly her kisses strayed from your lips, tracing the edge of your jaw. She nudged her cheek against the underside of your jaw making your head lift so she could press fiery kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. You dug your fingers into her hair, tightening your hold when she found an extra sensitive spot making her let out a pleased hum against your skin that vibrated and tickled.

“Bil–” You could barely speak, so consumed by her ministrations.

She littered kisses on your neck and over your pulse point where you were sure she could feel how fast your heart was beating. You felt her grin against your skin, nipping softly before apologizing with a searing kiss. Your body was turning lax and her arms tightened around your torso, anchoring you to her.

Then her lips were moving back up, leaving a wake of tingles as they climbed before they found yours again. You kissed back eagerly, trying to convey everything you weren’t able to in words, your guilt, your fear, your worry, your adoration, your love. And she drank you in, evaporating the remnants of your anxiety and doubt.

It took you a moment to realize one of her hands had slipped under the back of your shirt, her palm warm and pleasing against your bare skin. She dragged her nails lightly down your spine and you couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation. You felt her smile against your lips and after pressing one, two, a third, another kiss she finally relented, pulling her head back so she could look at you.

Your eyes fluttered open, dazed. Hers were half-lidded and penetrating and her lips were a bright pink, bruised and swollen. Her free hand reached back up, pushing your hair back and stroking her fingers delicately along your cheek.

“I love you too,” she murmured, voice so soft you could’ve missed it.

A flood of warmth filled your chest and a blush rose on your cheeks and she seemed unable to stop herself from leaning in and pressing a kiss against the flushing skin.

“I really missed you,” you confessed, sighing in contentment as her lips lingered on your cheek.

“Not as much as I did,” she said, leaning back again so she could look at you. She rested her head back against the foot of the bed, looking at you low through her dark lashes.

“No I was going crazy,” you admitted and she let out a spluttering laugh. You smiled for the first time in what felt like forever, gaze lingering on her squinting eyes and the small dimple that appeared on her chin.

“Dude, I was out of my mind. I wouldn’t shut up about you. I literally wrote a fucking song because you were ignoring me,” she confessed.

“No way,” you laughed, delighted at the thought that she would ever like you enough to write a song about you.

“I did,” she affirmed, snickering, moving both of her arms down to rest behind your back, tugging you in again so you sat higher on her lap.

“Will you let me hear it?” you asked, moving your hands down to her neck, finding the soft baby hairs at her nape and brushing your thumbs against the sides.

“I was really in my feels,” she warned.

“That’s okay,” you said and she smiled at you so softly that you felt a swirl of butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Okay,” she said, biting her lower lip, eyes flashing back down to yours.

“Really?”

“Mhm, you just can’t make fun of me though,” she replied and you let out another soft laugh at the thought.

“I’ve never made fun of you in my entire life,” you said unable to stop your smile and she guffawed at you.

“Still a shit liar I see,” she retorted.

“I’ve never lied either,” you said, grinning and she squeezed your side making you let out a shocked giggle.

“‘No, I’m fine Billie. I’m just tired. Nothing is wrong and I’m not ignoring you’,” she paraphrased, poking fun now at your sorry excuses for avoiding her.

You groaned half in regret, half in embarrassment.

“I mean, it’s not entirely a lie. I was sleeping like shit,” you admitted.

She hummed, eyes seemingly now noticing the darker shadows lurking under your eyes, your makeup long gone from all of your tears.

“I was too,” she said, taking a deep sigh, “How do you think I had time to write a whole song?”

You laughed again and she smiled at you. All of the worry and sadness that had clouded her face for the past few weeks had finally left. She looked like she had her sparkle back and you felt breathless at the thought that it was because of you.

“Would you, um,” your eyes flickered between hers, suddenly nervous, “wanna stay the night?”

She let out an affronted laugh. “Did you think I wanted to leave?”

“I was just checking. I didn’t wanna push you or anything,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at her but unable to quell your smile.

“I know, baby. And I appreciate it,” she cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek again.

“I like when you call me that,” you confessed, the words leaving your lips before you could even think to stop them.

“Yeah?” Her grin deepened and you nodded, your cheeks warm. She hummed again.

She stared at you for another long moment, eyes scanning your face, her hand reaching up to brush your hair back. Your eyes fluttered shut at the comfort.

“You’ll tell me next time when you’re this upset?” she asked, voice softer now.

You blinked open your eyes. Her worry was seeping back and you felt the guilt pool in your stomach again but you pushed it back, confident in the fact that you couldn’t ignore her again even if you tried.

“I promise.”

She stared at you long and hard. And then she leaned in and pressed another silken kiss to your lips.

“Good because otherwise I’m breaking down your door,” she mumbled against your lips and you couldn’t contain your laugh. And then she pressed in further, kissing away all the guilt and fear that lingered, replacing it with nothing but the touch of her lips.

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[saintobio]

₊˚✩ starlight.

pairings. l&ds xavier, fem!reader tags. 800+ wc. jealous bf!xavier, fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, main story long awaited revelry spoilers, altered some scenes, may or may not be inspired by his tender nights memory :’) dividers by strangergraphics.

xavier isn’t exactly the happiest when you returned to linkon city after being in the n109 zone. don’t get him wrong—he’s absolutely grateful that you came back safe and whole. it’s just that… he didn’t like how your eyes sparkled when you started mentioning his greatest adversary: sylus.

you’re obviously suppressing a smile too, as you reminisce the events that occurred between you and the onychinus leader. you’re particularly giddy about that moment at the auction, it seems, where you said you had to play the part of being sylus’s partner for the night.

dammit, xavier feels his chest tightening when he imagines those scenes in his head. he wants to cover his ears badly, but has no other choice but listen intently. all he can do is listen in silence and try to bottle every spark of jealousy that ignited within him. he has to pretend that he’s happy and proud of you, but then again, he just can’t freaking ignore the way your face lit up at the mention of sylus. 

xavier sighs as you continue your enthusiastic storytelling. fine, then. he sulks to himself. just have to get this day over with.

~

date night came, and as you walk through the city garden, you notice xavier’s silence grew more pronounced. you try to engage him, but his responses are rather curt, his usual warmth replaced by a cold distance. during dinner, even his favorite hotpot couldn’t lift his spirits. he would push the food around on his plate, barely having the appetite to eat.

huh? that’s new, you muse. xavier is usually the most excited to eat hotpot on a cold day.

when he takes you to your place later that night, the tension is palpable. you know you have to bring it up at that point. otherwise, this game of silence will never end.

“xav, is something wrong?” you try to ask in a soft, comforting voice. 

but xavier only shakes his head, forcing his usual endearing smile. “nothing’s wrong. you should go to sleep.”

~

that same evening, xavier sits at his desk, staring at his laptop screen for more than an hour. his fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating before he finally types into the anonymous forum.

starlight123: what do you do if your gf keeps talking about another guy? i love her, but it’s driving me crazy. any advice?

he hits post and leans back, running a hand through his hair. the minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. then, the replies start coming in.

anonymous user: talk to her about it. anonymous user: maybe she doesn’t realize how it’s affecting you. anonymous user: communication is key, bro.

but one comment stood out, cutting through the well-meaning advice like a knife.

anonymous user: it's game over for you, man. girls like toxic boys who treat them like dirt. you're too nice. she probably already slept with him.

xavier’s heart sank.. he quickly closes the laptop, feeling an uncomfortable pang on his chest. is he really losing you to someone like sylus?

~

the next few days are torture. xavier stopped responding to your messages. he stopped commenting on your moments posts. he won’t even ask you to play kitty cards or catch plushies on the claw machines. and even if you see him around, he’s always distant, giving you brief, obligatory smiles. he still greets tara warmly, but with you, there’s always this thick wall in between. he's acting like a stranger, as if he doesn't care about you, as if he's not dating you...

agh, you can’t stand it anymore!

one night, you find yourself knocking on his door, needing desperate answers for your desperate questions.

xavier then opens the door, sweaty and out of breath. a dumbbell lay on his living room floor, and his hair is pushed back, revealing a flushed face.

“new hairstyle?” you ask, stepping inside and noticing the sudden eccentricity in his movements. “what are you doing, boyfriend?”

xavier’s cheeks are limned with a red tint as he looks away. “nothing.”

“are you trying to gain more muscles?” you press, amusement edging your voice.

at this, he lets out a defeated sigh and finally faces you. “do you prefer tall, muscular guys?” the sudden question came out of nowhere, until it was followed by another, and that’s when you started seeing the pattern. “do you… do you like bad boys more?” 

“xav, why are you asking me this?” crossing your arms, you tilt your head so his avoidant eyes would meet yours. 

“well, you can answer me first.” 

“not until you look me in the eyes!” 

still, he refuses to meet your gaze and his voice wavers with insecurity when he spoke, “it's okay, i get it. you do prefer guys like that.” his eyes stays on the floor, turning his face away. “if so, then i may not be like them, but i can still make you happy in my own little ways.”

your heart immediately melts at his words. it all makes sense now. him working out in the middle of the night, him styling his hair up, him trying to act like he doesn’t care about you—he’s trying to be sylus!

stepping closer, you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “xavier, you’re the only one i like. i’ll never replace you.” you place another peck on his lips, then on his cheek, then on his nose. “besides, sylus is annoying. i prefer the presence of my very adorable golden retriever boyfriend!”

“you really mean it?” his puppy eyes stares at you earnestly.

your response is a confident nod. “i swear it. and, duh! lumiere is way hotter than him.”

his arms encircles your waist, holding you tightly as he lifts your chin and plants a tender kiss on your lips. the tension eventually melts away as you reassure him with your touch and your words. in that moment, all his jealousy and insecurity faded, now replaced by the warmth of your love. “you’re mine,” he reminds, nose nuzzling into yours. “i don’t want to share you with anyone else.”