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angel-of-the-moons · 10 months

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Chocolate and Cream

Eddie x Venom x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, inappropriate use of chocolate, Venom's tongue should be a warning on its own, oral (Fem Receiving), piv sex, creampie, protected sex (personal headcanon that Venom can make it so the baby batter don't bake ;)), Venom is a great source of birth control, a bit of fluff, food play(?), Eddie and Venom love you so much, spme anal, squirting, Eddie and Venom definitely bang too tho IMO (PSA: PLEASE DO NOT PUT CHOCOLATE ON YOUR KITTY LADIES THAT'S HOW YOU YOU GET INFECTIONS)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Woo! My first Eddie/Venom fic! (Technically) This is based off a private fic an old friend of mine requested that I wrote years ago, adjusted more for a curvy reader, part of some of my self-indulgent fics regarding us gals on a thicker scale :)

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You took one last look in the mirror, proudly nodding your head at your handiwork. It was a pain in the ass, for sure to get done, but with the help from some people in an anonymous kink forum, they were able to help you get this surprise for your lovely boyfriends.

You see, one of your boyfriends had this "thing" for chocolate. He needed to consume an insane amount of it or he'd have to resort to... other methods of gaining a certain chemical to sustain himself...

And of course, that's how this lovely idea came to be. Edible panties were soooooo boring!

Your body covered in chocolate-based body paint however...

You had painstakingly painted cute little hearts over your body, with some artistic swirls for extra flair. You kept your apartment freezing to avoid your body heat melting it too much, or while you painted around your nipples, the rolls of your belly, and of course somewhere far more intimate...

Then came the waiting game. You didn't know when they'd be home from running their "night errands". You knew full well what that meant, and you didn't really focus too much on that fact. It helped you sleep easier at night

You should have thought this through, though. If you sat down on your couch, the chocolate would stain it. You could sit on one of your dining chairs, but the surface was far too cold for your poor bare ass to handle right now.

Shit. Well, you could always--

You jumped back with a shriek, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and held it out, obscuring the view of your body from the hulking dark mass that squeezed through your apartment's window.

You relaxed slightly, your breath escaping you in a sigh.

"Venom!" You scolded. "You gave me a heart attack! Why can't you and Eddie use the front door?"

The large creature grinned, revealing jagged fangs that sent shivers of excitement up your spine. Or maybe you were just cold.

"It is faster, this way." Venom replied.

He tilted his head at you, and how peculiarly you were holding the blanket, concealing yourself from him. Then... He tipped his head back, sniffing the air.

"We smell chocolate." He growled, his voice excited as he tilted his head at you. "Are you baking, sweet thing?"

You suddenly felt very small, very awkward. Like a bunny caught in the trap about to be devoured by a hungry wolf. You'd be lying if you didn't feel a little turned on.

You also felt very stupid. God, this was so silly. Why did you...

Venom began to stalk closer, having to lean down to avoid hitting his head on your low ceiling.

"What are you hiding, sweet thing?" His voice rumbled lowly.

"Uhm..." You peep, squirming backwards, awkwardly looking around for a way out of this stupid situation you got yourself into.

"What." Venom said, each word punctuated by a step. "Are. You. Hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" You lie.

"Really?" He purrs, his tongue laving out to taste at the air. "Because it smells like you're hiding something delicious from us."

"I..." You take a step back further, only to bump into the wall, squealing when your bare back makes contact with the cold drywall.

And in a blink of your eyes, Venom was there, his large, opalescent eyes narrowing at you, his maw curling into a lascivious grin.

Yeah. He was definitely salivating.

"What are you hiding behind the blanket, sweet thing?" He purred once more, his massive paws gripping the plush knit quilt.

"Uh--"

"Last chance."

"It's... Uh...." You flounder for an excuse.

In the span of a few seconds, the blanket is ripped away and you squeak, your arms locking and Venom's eyes get big and his head rocks back as he looks down at you.

(Holy shit.) Eddie's voice breathed from inside his head.

Venom's grin spreads even wider as he tilts his head slowly in the other direction. "I knew you were hiding something delicious."

"I just... I wanted to, uh..."

Venom pressed his mouth to your throat, and you could feel his heavy, wet breaths as he inhaled your scent, his large hands gripping the upper parts of your arms as he held you there, against the wall, just breathing.

It felt like forever you were standing there, the feeling of him just... breathing on you was enough to get you hot and bothered.

"You smell delicious." He grumbled against your throat, opening his mouth to let his tongue slide out.

The moment it wrapped around your throat was electric. It sent a throb of arousal straight through to your core.

You let out a watery sigh, your breaths leaving you in trembled gasps as his tongue slides lower, through the chocolate on your sternum, and wrapping around your pebbled nipple, the chocolate melting and smearing under his hot breath and saliva.

"Did you do this for us, sweet thing?" Venom asked as he pulled away, looking down at you. "You wanted to surprise us? Hmm?"

"I... I got the idea online, and..." You said, somehow finding it within yourself to still be embarrassed.

"It is a tasty surprise." He said lowly, curving a taloned finger along your cheek. He leaned in and placed a small, unusually chaste kiss to your cheek.

"But you definitely taste better." He whispered into your ear.

You couldn't suppress the little noise that comes from your throat.

"Let us clean you, sweet thing."

Fuck, why did his voice have to have that bone-vibrating frequency? Why the fuck did it have to be so sexy?! Him and Eddie both! Especially Eddie's morning voice! Ugh! It wasn't fair how easy they could just render you stupid.

Venom got on his knees in front of you and brought his mouth to your chest, swiping his hefty tongue through the chocolate, a low rumbling emitting from him the whole time, sending those wonderful tremors through your very bones as he took his time cleaning you, licking up every drop of chocolate from your body, moving lower and lower...

Fuck, you'd swear Venom's purring would be a great substitute for a vibrator. Not that you ever needed one. The moment Venom could pick up on your scent and told Eddie, they were all over you. It was especially bad when you were about to start your cycle. Venom would go feral and pounce on you the moment he picked up on your hormones.

Your train of thought derailed somewhere around the thought of that one time Eddie woke you up with his hand between your legs and crashed into the station of Venom's tongue plunging through your now-soaked folds.

"We were right. You do taste better." Venom purred right into your cunt, making you gasp and cry out. "Though the chocolate compliments your taste well."

"Fuck!" You cry as he hoists your legs over his shoulders, pushing you up the wall with how forcefully he was thrusting his tongue inside of you; his massive arms caging you in and his hands groping and squeezing at your breasts as he voraciously ate you out.

You felt his tongue press against that wonderfully world-spinning spot inside your spongy walls, drawing out and drinking down more and more of your slick as he snarled into your puffy folds.

Your nails clawed at his arms, doing no damage to his odd "skin", and if anything it was encouraging him to go further.

You felt the tip of his tongue press on your cervix before rolling back around and curling, the pink muscle writhing and wriggling inside of you like it was fighting desperately to become a part of you.

You had half a thought to let Venom bond with you for a little while and do something like this with Eddie...

You practically sobbed when Venom brought one of his hands down, squeezing the plush rolls on your belly, kneading them lovingly before pressing down beneath your belly button, where he could feel his tongue bulge and roil inside of you.

The orgasm that you were starting to feel build exploded, going off before you had a chance to prep, your eyes rolled back and you arched your spine, your mouth opening in a silent cry, your body unable to find its voice as everything came crashing down onto you; his tongue eagerly lapping up each drop, every bit of your sweet cream.

The moment his tongue slid out of you, you felt empty, bereft of his contact. You whined when he pulled away, and he kissed your neck, licking the skin again.

"Don't worry, sweet thing. Eddie just wants his turn with you, now." He snarled, easing you down onto the floor, his hands caressing your legs gently as he stood.

As his head reached height with yours, his scary, alien visage peeled and melted away, revealing Eddie's gorgeous eyes, full lips, and patchy stubble.

"Hey, baby." He chuckled, giving you a kiss as he pulled you against him.

"Hey..." You said, your voice weak and shaky.

"Nice surprise, by the way." Eddie smirked at you, his hands going down to grope and squeeze at your plush ass, his thumbs tracing every dimple. "Vee loved it."

"I could tell." You smile up at him.

"So... Let's move the after party to someplace more comfortable, huh?"

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God it always surprised you. It didn't matter which one of them fucked you, but somehow they always did it in a way that made you feel like they were trying to bully their way into your guts with their cock.

You whimpered as Eddie hugged your legs against his chest, snapping his hips up into you with so much vigor that he kept rocking you up the couch cushions. Hell, one of the cushions was a few thrusts from being pushed off the couch entirely.

"Fuck you're so fucking tight." Eddie groaned, looking down at you as every soft part of your jiggled and bounced with the force of his thrusts. He loved how you looked when you were utterly fucked out. Venom did, too. Venom's favorite "hobby" that Eddie teased him for, was how he loved to grab you and squish you in his hands, and move you up and down on his cock like a sweet, soft little toy.

Of course, you enjoyed it, too.

Eddie moved your legs so they were on either side of him now as he leaned down and kissed you hard, his plush lips and tongue greedily dancing with yours, your soft hands sliding up his back, feeling the droplets of sweat roll off of him.

Eddie had hips, and he certainly knew how to use him. The way he arched his back and gyrated them, you were tempted to joke and say he should start pole dancing. Maybe you'd bring it up with him when he wasn't currently stuffing you nine different kinds of full with his fat cock.

The tickling of the short hairs at the base made contact with your clit at every thrust, sending little flames of pleasure licking up your spine.

"Eddie..." You moaned, gripping hard at his shoulders and squirming your hips against his.

He gritted his teeth and groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "Fuck, baby." Eddie hissed, "You gettin' close?"

"Mhmm--" You say, nodding with a weak mewl.

You feel him grin against your throat and he sucked on your skin, leaving a nice, dark present on your skin. He pulled away, soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Oh-kay--" He grunted, leaning back as he slowed his thrusts almost torturously slow.

The black mass that is Venom slinked around Eddie's torso, thick tendrils moving out and gripping beneath your knees, gently forcing them as comfortably close to your head as possible, your cunt fluttering gorgeously around Eddie's cock so well that you felt Venom shudder.

Eddie stopped moving for a second that felt like hours, before he leaned over, one hand on the back of the couch and the other gripping the arm of it behind your head before sending on hard, brutal thrust down.

The moment he did that, you shrieked so loud you were sure your downstairs neighbors could hear you--hell, maybe the people down in the street heard how well Eddie was fucking you (with Venom's help, of course).

The sinful sound of his cock sliding in and out of your hole, your slick-coated skin slapping against each other was deafeningly loud to your ears as he fucked you with his newfound leverage over you, hitting your g-spot at just the right angle it had your brain going almost numb from the pleasure.

When you cum, you cum hard. You soak Eddie's stomach and your thighs as your pussy clamps down on him. You got so tight that Eddie's pace stuttered and almost stopped, a gravelly whine crawling out of his throat.

"God... Fuuuuuck, baby..." He panted hard, grinding his hips down into yours, bringing his knee up and pressing one of your thighs tighter to your body.

"E-Eddie--" You mewl.

"Just--Just a bit more, baby, I promise." Eddie hissed, his eyes closing in pure bliss as he fucks the absolute heaven that is your sweet little cunt.

"God--damn!" Eddie practically squeaked.

You see Venom's head materialize over his shoulder and he grinned down at you through your glazed-over eyes.

Oh god. That was a favorite trick Venom liked to pull. Whenever Eddie was close to coming, sometimes Venom liked to force a tendril up his ass, squirming and tickling his prostate.

"Vee, you little shit--!" Eddie moaned.

"Keep fucking her, Eddie." Venom purred, his tongue sliding around Eddie's throat.

"Gonna beat your fucking--" He hiccuped, his hips stuttering and jolting into yours. "--beat your ass for this..."

"You say that every time. NOW KEEP FUCKING HER." Venom snapped, forcing the tendril deeper into Eddie's ass, this time pressing with more force on his prostate, eliciting a broken moan from him as he slapped his hips harshly into yours, your sweet cunt leaving a nice creamy ring around the base of his cock.

"Fuck, baby..." You whine, feeling tears burn in your eyes as your second orgasm starts to build.

Venom can sense it, and you were fucked the moment his head snapped to look at you.

Completely, utterly fucked.

A smaller tendril splits off from the ones still pinning your legs up, and latches onto your clit, pulling and tugging and rolling in a way that has the air knocked out of your lungs.

"Oh shhhii-iIiIII-iit..." You sob, clawing desperately at Eddie's shoulders, feeling Venom's tongue wrap around one of your wrists, eagerly lapping at your skin as if he could taste your nectar from that alone.

You and Eddie cum almost simultaneously, your orgasms slamming you like a runaway freight train.

You once again soak Eddie's stomach and crotch, your spray and cum dripping down to soak the couch cushions as Eddie's hot seed floods your soft, now-pliant walls, groaning as Venom presses inside of him, making his hips jerk until he's fucked every last drop into you.

Venom finally releases the two of you and Eddie collapsed, Eddie laying across your plush body, your rolls, and cute squishy fat being the perfect pillows for him. (Your breasts too, as he buried his face in them.)

The two of you breathe hard, your sweat mingling between your bodies as you cool off, shivers causing goosebumps to rise up and down Eddie's back as his heart slowed, the heavy echoes still pattering against yours.

"Eddie?" You breathe.

"Yeah." He grunted, voice muffled by your breasts.

"I think we're going to need to steam clean the couch."

Eddie and Venom both broke out laughing.

And here you were, worried about chocolate staining your couch. Turns out it was the cream that was the problem.

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hyukaslvr · 4 months

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strong enough | J. Jungkook (3)

<series masterlist

pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie! smut, oral sex Jungkook makes your squirt, public(?) sex, teasing, pet names; baby, love, bunny, good girl, princess. facesitting, fingering, i think that’s all!

w.c: aproxx 10.2k

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

you felt breathless as you stared at your ex, the one you’ve been trying to distance yourself away from for months because you have problems. yet, he keeps ending up in front of you looking like he was going to devour you from below. Jungkook would always treat you right, letting you tangle his hair or slap his arms and face when he teases you. he will do anything for you.

“friends? i mean, we could just talk occasionally but i really think you should sit right about now-”

at that, you leaned in, kissing him hard. you tilted your head to kiss him from a better angle, you cupped your favorite cheeks to pull and squish, gasping at the feeling of him wrapping his arms around your waist as you make out with him passionately. you practically whine when he pulls away to speak again, your lips chasing after his desperately.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby, don’t you understand? you won’t regret being my friend,” you can hear in his tone that he’s playing with you, knowing you guys won’t ever be fine as friends, but you get to fuck this beautiful being below you, who you have hard as a rock below you just from kissing you.

“Jungkook- touch me!” you say, slightly rubbing yourself against his hard on, letting yourself take control as you grab the hair on the back of his head.

“sit on my face, princess, pretend its a pretty throne to get your juices on,”

the sight between your legs should be in a museum, specifically painted with oil pastels to really bring out the glossy shine of Jungkook’s sweaty forehead while he continues to eat you out from below. his hand held tightly around your thighs, not letting your go anywhere but on his tongue fucking deep in you and his nose rubbing your clit over and over again just how you like it. you wanted to scream, rip his hair out of his head between your fingers as you tug on it between every thrust of his tongue.

you grinded down on his tongue and nose, letting yourself feel and deserve everything his pretty mouth was giving you at night at the beach on a blanket from a random car Jungkook picked you up in after sneaking you out of your dorm. how did you get here? you thought as your legs started to tremble, Jungkook feeling your legs squeeze slightly against his head as he moans at the feeling of being squished by your juicy thighs.

“oh fuck!” you whined, throwing your head back as his slaps your tits slightly and his mouth leaves your heat. his face was covered in your juices when you looked down, a glossy smirk appeared on his face as his hands push your legs up and he pushes you back on your back in a smooth movement, “making me scream in the middle of the beach, huh? how fucking cheesy,” you growl, he spreads your legs open hard at your words. he shoves his body between your legs and forces them to hang off his shoulders.

“watch your tone, baby,” he warns, licking around his lips to taste you some more, you whimper at the sight of his swollen lips and his tongue that was just deep inside of you. “what do you want me to do to you, my love? i’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” he says lowly, leaning down into your ear as his hard on presses against your heat once again.

“fingers! use your fingers on me,” you moan out as Jungkook’s hands creep down to the sides of your thighs and squeezes them between his palm. one of his hands slides between your thighs and onto your heat. he doesn’t even bother to mention how wet you were, you feel the slick on your inner thighs. he begins to slide a finger in, curling it up and hitting your sweet spot before pulling back out and adding another.

he does this until 4 of his fingers are fucking into you, he whispers sweet nothings into you ears as you squirm underneath him. you gripped the back of his neck forcing him to come down to your lips, kissing you with passion and lust as he picks up his speed, ramming his finger deep into you in a quick speed.

“you love my fucking long fingers, don’t you? taking them like a good girl, baby. they fit your slutty hole perfectly,” he speaks against your lips, making you shiver as the warm bubbles appear in your stomach again, signaling your release, “you gonna come, baby? i can feel your insides gripping the shit out of my fingers, dirty girl,” he growls as his fingers reach places yours could never in you.

“Jungkook! baby- i can’t-”

“fucking take my fingers, sweetheart, you can fucking do it. come all over them, make me proud as always,” and that did it for you, you gasped for air as all your senses raised as everything tight you were holding released, letting your hips grind against his hand as he moans at the feeling of your insides clenching on his soaked fingers.

“such a dirty mouth,” you shiver in his arms, he holds you with his chin on your top of your head. he hums in agreement and you giggle in response, taking his tattooed hand into yours as your trace the letters on his knuckles.

“after this, we can do whatever you would like starting now on. if you want me, i’m here. if want me to comfort you, i’m here. if you want me away from you, i’ll distance myself. whatever you want, baby, i’m all yours,” Jungkook says, and you know he means it by the way he looks at you, trying to search your eyes to make sure you’re doing okay and understanding him. the things Jungkook will do for you, and only you.

“when will i see you again?” you duck your head into the car window to speak to Jungkook better as the night became morning quicker than expected, car horns can be heard all across the city. he bites his lip ring in thought, you wanted to roll your eyes because youu couldn’t tell if he was acting like he didn’t know his own schedule for the next week.

“you wanna see me that bad again, darling?” he lets go of his ring with a pop from his lips before his mouth curves into a smirk, knowing he has an affect on you. your face flushes, rolling your eyes to try dismissing the fact he made you all flustered, “i don’t think i’m busy this weekend, but maybe i’ll see you around, sweets. maybe i’ll come visit you during my free time,”

“maybe, and- um, thank you. thank you, Jungkook,”

“for what?” even you had to think about it, why were you thanking him? you bit your lip, slipping your head out from the rolled down window, and saying goodbye to Jungkook quickly before it gets any brighter out.

you obviously knew you were being confusing. first, you didn’t want anything to do with Jungkook. then, you have that talk with him. now, you just got home from getting two blissful orgasms taking out of you at a beach in the middle of the night by him. you wanted to process things but you just know you’ve gone too far and too distracted from you mission. your mission to stay away from Jungkook as much as you can.

usually, you would ask what to do after that; especially after he said he would willingly be anything to be around you, even being your friend; a friend that can fuck you, that is.

“i’m going to let things flow the way they should, if something happens it does,” you finish to your therapist, you couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or worried for you by the look on her face. either way, she sat up straight and began to talk.

“what do you want? Jungkook wants to be in your life, just even the slightest. he’s letting you go, ‘hey! back off, no more,’ or he’s letting you openly have sex with him as a ‘friend’,”

“maybe it’s not just about sex! we dated for awhile, it’s hard to let someone go like that,” you ponder, picking at the skin around your nails before your therapist reaches out for your hands.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks again, “the whole reason for no contact was for you to figure out yourself and let yourself heal before you help him with anything. being just friends is even a hard task because he’s still just Jungkook in your eyes. do you think your ready for any of this? i know it’s been 6 months but, are you sure your willing to bring down that wall you built up for yourself in the process of healing?” you now know why people say words can sting like knives, you didn’t even notice the tears prickling down your face until you felt the comfort of your therapists thumbs rubbing the back of your hands.

“i don’t know what i want, all i want is him. i only want Jungkook, there’s no one else for me. he knows me so well,”

“but does he? can he tell like i can tell that you aren’t sure you want this? i think, there’s way more than just Jungkook out there for you. he may have been a big part of your life, but feeling like you can’t handle yourself or your relationship is not worth it, i promise you,”

what does this mean for you? should you just go home and some how manage to contact you beloved ex that you can no longer do this after only a day of doing “this” because of your selfish reasons? but then again, is it really selfish?

no, it’s not. but maybe you’re going to fast.

a/n: ARGHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG😔 i’m so caught up in life and work and school and repeat. i’m trying to write again slowly, i have a couple drafts i wanna post in between episodes so maybe ill have my followers vote for what they want to see next! i love you all, thank you for being so sweet and patient💜

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hmusunoo · 2 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘

desc. │ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴊᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ɴᴜʀꜱᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

warnings. │ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ

“This pink …or this pink!” You had been in the paint aisle of this store for at least an hour rummaging through the various shades of pink in the hopes of finding the perfect one to adorn the walls of your child’s nursery.

Jay followed you like a happy little puppy giving pointers when he felt necessary but really only staring at you the entire time you shopped. He was enthralled by your enthusiasm, so hopelessly in love with you he enjoyed watching you pick out paint colors for crying out loud.

You held up two papers with what Jay thought was the same color pink. “Whichever one you want sweetheart” He smiled, kissing you lightly on your temple and pulling you close to his body. You whined squirming from his hold. “Jayyy” You protested cutely “Help me pick”

“They look the same to me” Jay laughed, grabbing the two sample papers and inspecting them closely. “They’re pink”

“Ugh boys” You scoffed yanking the samples from his hand. “This one” You enunciated “Is primrose pink” You held up the paper to his face allowing him all of a second to inspect it. “and this one is chalk pink. completely different colors babe” You spoke in a matter of fact tone that made Jay’s heart swell. You were just too cute he couldn’t help it.

“Hmmm…” Jay said again making a show of inspecting the two samples “I think i prefer primrose pink, right?” He held the card out to you. Your dainty fingers grabbed at the paper brushing lightly againsts Jay’s fingers, he flipped your palm over before you had the chance of pulling away intertwining your hands together.

“Are we done now? are you satisfied?” He asked smiling. You let out a little huff of air before looking down at the samples one more time then nodding primly. “Okay, primrose pink it is”

The two of you began your venture to the check out lane stopping a few times to look at things that may have caught your eye. Nothing promising enough to buy though. Once you checked out you happily made your way home eagerly awaiting setting up your baby girls nursery.

You were about seven months along now, your stomach round and heavy as your baby grew. You and Jay were excited to become parents something you had always discussed when talking about your future together. And although this pregnancy was an unplanned surprise it didn’t make you any less excited. You were starting a family with the love of your life.

Upon arriving home Jay carried all the bags and paint tins upstairs and into the empty room that would soon become the nursery.

You clapped excitedly following behind him grabbing at the plastic bags to get everything out that you needed to get started.

“Don’t over exert yourself sweetheart” Jay laughed “I’m here to help you.”

“I’m so excited!” You squeaked pulling a little pink bunny plush from the bag. “This is so cute!” You were gushing over all the small things you had gotten pulling everything out until there was a heap of things on the floor.

“We should start painting first, that will take the longest with the drying and everything” Jay said grabbing all the necessary tools to paint.

“Oh! i forgot” You sprinted from the room in a hurry running to your closet to grab two smocks that you had ordered especially for this in mind. You skipped back into the nursery handing Jay his smock. He took it in his hands looking it over before letting out a belly aching laugh. “Daddy bear?” He wheezed holding the smock up right. It was a light blue smock, at the top of the pocket on the front of the smock was a tiny teddy bear poking its head out of the pocket. The words daddy bear engraved just below it.

“Mine says Mommy bear” You said holding up the nearly identical smock, the only difference being yours was a light pink opposed to the blue that was Jay’s.

Shortly after laughing at your choice of smocks, you and Jay got to work on painting the nursery. The sound of music playing over the loud speaker and your voices yapping away about unimportant topics was all that was heard throughout the small apartment that you and Jay shared.

After nearly two hours of painting the walls were almost finished, your feet had began to hurt so you decided to take a breather sitting yourself in the rocking chair that had been placed in the corner of the small room.

“are you tired baby?” Jay said turning to look over at you, a small spec of pink paint had dried up on his cheek the sight of it making you giggle. “I’m just take a break” You said in between your laughs.

“What are you laughing at?” Jay was confused stepping down from the step stool that he was on. He walked over to you a small smile on his face. “You have a little-“ You reached your hand out, fingers ghosting over the small amount of paint of his cheek.

“A little?-“ Jay questioned the smile on his face morphing into a smirk. You blamed your pregnancy brain for not catching on that he was teasing you, planning an attack on you at this very moment.

You innocently brought your hand up again, reaching to show him where the paint had dried but before you reached him, his hand softly latched onto your wrists moving it over and out of the frame of your face before he quickly lifted the paint brush in his hand smearing pink paint down your cheek.

The small spec of paint was nothing compared to what now adorn your face. A gasp of surprise left your plump lips as Jay hunched over in a fit of laughter. “Park Jong-seong!” You shrieked. “How dare you!” You let out a laugh, Jay’s smile widening at the angelic sound.

“I’m sorry baby-“ Jay said taking a break to catch his breath from all the excessive laughing. “Actually…no i’m not” Your eyes widened before forming into slits. “You look too adorable when you’re trying to be angry sweetheart” Jay teased.

“Whatever” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest in fake annoyance. Little did Jay know an idea was brewing in your mind.

“Do you happen to have those sticker hearts for the walls?” You asked Jay changing the subject with haste. Jay’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “um..in the bags i think” He said pointing at the two unopened plastic bags you had left.

You ripped open the bag in a hurry grabbing the sticker hearts from out of it.

“We should continue painting” You said innocently over your shoulder. Jay nodded rummaging through his supplies to find a different paint brush and started painting once again.

After another coat and several minutes later Jay had finished with the painting for the night. You twiddle with the packet of sticker hearts in your hand readying yourself to hurriedly stick them on Jay’s face.

You found the perfect opportunity when Jay had crossed the room to approach you, sweeping you into to his arms kissing your forehead a few times.

“I’m beat” He sighed lips smushed against your cheek as he spoke.

“Me too” You whispered lifting your hand just slightly so he wouldn’t notice what you were doing.

“I’ll run us a bath” He sighed, closing his eyes in contentment the moment was almost too perfect to disrupt. Too bad you were competitive and you weren’t going to let what happened earlier go.

In a rush you lifted your hand smashing the sticker hearts to Jays cheek and swiping quickly at them with a paint filled brush. The hearts now sloppily embellished into his skin with paint.

Jay jumped up the surprise written on his face as he pulled the stickers from his cheek analyzing the hearts that were now over his face.

You let out a giggle. “Got you!”

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sorry for the rushed ending ): hope yall like this cute little short fic! Jay is so sweetie pie.

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mydearesthrry · 5 months

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hi!!! could u maybe write musician reader x harry idea dumping in the middle of the night???

a/n: u get it. this was fun to write teehee. song used is ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ by delaney bailey! enjoy :P (this got away from me.)

warnings: nothing, cute fluff from our fave knuckleheads!!!!

“hi baby angel, what are you doing?” harry murmured, a grin on his face as he walked into the living room, seeing his wife sitting on the floor with her guitar on her lap.

“writing something, i think,” she grumbled, scratching aggressively at her shoulder since her guitar strap was rubbing against it. “something’s not working here.”

“well, what’ve y’got so far?” he asked, plopping himself next to her, resting his chin on his hand that was propped up on his knee.

“um, i’ll play it for you,” she shifted in her spot to face him, itching her nose as she scooted. “i’m thinking it’ll be called like, ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’? i mean, i basically say it in the first verse anyway.”

“cute!” he replied, making her giggle softly.

“okay, um,” y/n began strumming, eyes closing as she played the round of chords she had in mind.

‘cause you hold in my tide

i would die a thousand times

just to see you in another life

stopping after the second chorus, she drops her chin to her chest, hair curtaining around her face as she groans in annoyance. “i can’t figure out the fucking bridge.”

“baby, that was beautiful.” harry says seriously, eyes shining with adoration and utmost love.

“shut up. help me write this bridge.” she muttered, but leaning to press a kiss to his lips in gratitude.

“hm… what if y’like, made it still ocean themed? like slow down the song at that part and make it so it sounds like the water’s coming back up the shore.” he explained casually, not realizing how complicated that sounded.

“what?” she questioned, a confused furrow in her brow.

“like, hold on, give me the guitar.” he held his hands out to grab it, settling it on his lap against his tummy when it was in his possession. harry furrowed his brow, humming a little before just barely singing the words, ‘my love’.

y/n watched as he used relatively the same chords to strum a different pattern, already filling in the gaps with his hums. “i got it! h, wait!”

“see, there y’go lovie. jus’ needed a little boost, hm?” he smiled widely, his bunny teeth peeking out.

“god, we’re fuckin’ good at our jobs.” she murmured after rerecording the song with harry’s added bridge. a giggle left harry’s throat at her look of relief, high-fiving her as she set her guitar back on the stand.

“should i release it? i think we could probably record it tonight.” y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, standing from her place on the floor.

“y’wanna record this song right now? its 2:45 in the morning, sweetheart.” he chuckled at her, standing up after she did.

“yeah, honestly. wanna be my producer for the night?” she giggled, moving towards him slowly, her hands coming to rest on his chest, then fanning out to the nape of his neck.

“sure, baby. if that’s what y’want.” harry promised, his hands resting on her hips. leaning forward, he pressed a kiss on her forehead, both cheeks, and eventually her lips, savoring the flavor of her chapstick that she loved to use before bed.

“i do want that, please?” she whispered between them, pecking his lips again.

“alright, lead the way, angel girl.”

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yourinstagram: my new song ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ is out may 1st 💌 written & produced by me and husband harrystyles eeeeek i love this song i cant wait for it to be yours!!!!!!!

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shuichisweave · 11 months

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costume party

riddler x (sort of bimbo) reader part one

halloween fic

suggestive

“Edward”

Oh dear god. Oh no. Oh fuck.

You did not call him Edward unless he had truly fucked up. What was it now? Had all of his plans of eventually letting you in on knowing who he truly was gone awry? He froze in place, unable to move or even look in your direction, as if he had been plastered down onto the cushion of the loveseat in your shared apartment.

No. Impossible. It couldn’t be- he had done everything absolutely perfectly, everything falling into place just as it should have, slowly introducing the idea of him being more radicalized than he had let on when he first met you. It was going to be sublime. He realized that by now he had not responded to you for nearly a minute. Better late than never.

“Yes dear? Is everything alright?” He looked over his shoulder to see you behind him tapping your foot on the ground. Looking impatient, disappointed even. “Eddie, baby, what day is it?” His eyes swatted from you to the calendar on the fridge. October 26th.

“Uhhhh… the twenty-sixth?” You softened your gaze slightly, realizing he had no clue how close the upcoming holiday was. “Eddie, we have a costume party coming up on the twenty-ninth of this month. There's only three days left counting today to get our shit together and put together some costumes. We’re going costume shopping today and that’s final” You turned back into your shared bedroom to get ready for shopping without another word. Edward let out a heavy sign he didn’t realize he had been keeping in.

The Halloween surplus store luckily wasn’t too bare bones for it being the end of October. A few shelves were sparingly stocked however most were full. Unfortunately for Eddie that just meant more for you to browse through and drag him into trying on. “Eddie, look at this! How cute! A playboy bunny costume! Isn’t it so pretty!” You showed him the vinyl wrapped costume package with a scantily clad woman with bunny ears on. He audibly gulped at the thought of having to share your presence with others while you wore that.

Even after having been together for over a year he still didn’t know how to respond to you in a situation like this. “It’s er- lovely sweetheart but don't you want these to be matching costumes? That means I’ll either have to be Hugh Hefner or a playboy bunny too, and I don’t know how I feel about having to wear that around some of your coworkers…” You took a moment to think on it, and placed the bagged costume back on its proper hook. “Good idea you’re so right! Plus Hugh Hefner is just ugh you know? I don’t want to think of you as a gross old guy” You went back to peruse some of the stocked costumes, taking your time to look through them carefully. “AHA! It’s so perfect, Eddie look! Look, look, look!” In your hands you held a skimpy little bo-peep costume, complete with thigh highs, a garter, and a baby pink shepherd's crook.

“So what do you think? Should I get it? That way you can be a cute little sheep and we’ll look perfect together! He nearly came in his work khakis at the thought of you, practically nude in that little get up and dragging him around the party like your sex slave. “Y-yes absolutely. I think you’ll look … so so pretty” You grinned and searched for a way to make him have a not too embarrassing sheep costume.

Finally making it home you squealed in delight at the thought of Ed seeing you in this costume and making his jaw drop to the floor. Although to him he just thought it was a shriek of happiness from finally having a cute outfit to wear for the party you would be holding. “Alright, I’m gonna go try it on! No peeking okay?” It was then that he realized it would have been a great idea to bug the bathroom, he would have made good use out of the pictures and videos that a hidden camera in there would produce. After a few minutes of hearing the sound of plastic bags and shuffling, the bathroom door opened and you appeared, donning the frilly costume. Your tits nearly spilled out the top of the corset top and the soft pink skirt left nothing to the imagination. You frowned slightly and said “Eddie? I’ve called your name three times by now. What do you think? Too much?” He nearly shouted “No! No no it’s perfect. Truly it’s perfect, you look perfect”

You strolled back over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you like it Eddie, I absolutely adore it” You gently wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hanging off of him. “So now that I know how you feel about it- do you want to try it out?”

“Try it out? What do you mean?” He looked at you utterly confused. “C’mon Eddie baby” You said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your shared bedroom.

“Oh!”

Oh.

#fanfic #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #bimbo reader #riddler #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #the batman 2022

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lv-iceprince · 2 years

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ladybird ~ part i

~series masterlist~

pairing~ badboy! choi yeonjun x fem!childhood friend! reader

genre~ (s) (a) (au) (f)

featuring~ sickeningly soft yeonjun, crime, a dramatic & emotional yeonjun, protective bf vibes, yeonjun & y/n don’t know shit about love and romance, tfw when he’s a badboy but a baby for y/n, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight dumbification, accidental creampie, porn with hella plot, use of a sex toy, wet dreams, angsty angsty emotions and actions and body worship (recieving) .

synopsis~ you were the safety pin that kept his life from falling apart at the seams, so it was only natural that yeonjun felt his heart growing every time you graced him with your presence. but it was wrong, there was no way he was going to corrupt his innocent friend, yet his mind thought otherwise. his lewd dreams were never supposed to see the light of day yet here he was hovering above you, fearing the day you would leave his arms for good...

or the one where a wish on a ladybug and a dream changes the life of a boy with an affinity for band-aids and strawberry lollipops.

word count~ 11.4k

playlists~ 🐞 💗

a/n~ thank you @fallinforgyu for inspiring me enough to leave a six year long writers block because of your beautiful series cherry. now my amazing bunny, this is crazy because ladybird would never have existed if it wasn’t for your kindness and amazing way with words and i am truly grateful. (p.s. its me vampirateking! new blog new me).

now this fic and the lo$er’s in love universe was a year in the making but i personally feel like it was worth it. there’s a lot in store for this series so make yourself comfortable, grab a snack or a drink and lets get this show on the road.

and in terms of the fic yeonjun’s dreams are in italics until the ending scene. the main smut scene will be in italics but it isn’t a dream and the song playing in the car is dream lover by the vaccines

You were definitely going to get him back for this.

“College is overrated as hell.”

“You were actually going to leave me y/n? Shame on you!”

“Fine, whatever...Oh where am I going? To see my new best friend Beomgyu.”

So, what did you do? You rejected your college acceptance letter, just so you could stand in the kitchen of a sticky, heat-drenched diner and witness the one man concert your best friend was putting on.

To say your parents were disappointed would be a massive understatement, you had a lot going for you, or so they said. Sure, you were class valedictorian a few years in a row but at the end of the day that didn’t mean shit to you. You were set up for success, but that success was just another bragging right that your parents held above the heads of their associates.

It took Yeonjun a total of ten minutes to convince you to stay, and though you feigned reluctance you weren’t actually planning to leave. You could have made the decision to cut him off so he wouldn’t have to rant for the next hour, but he looked so cute. The way his forehead creased and the way he bit his lip as he tried to come up with another reason why you should stay with him was so heart-warming, so you let him continue his one-sided debate.

Sentimentalities aside it’s times like this when you questioned your decision, college was starting to look like the better option. At least Yeonjun was enjoying himself, gripping onto the spatula he swivelled his hips to the music pouring through the radio.

“I told you I’d change even, when I knew I never could. I know that I can’t find nobody else as good as you.” When those words leave his mouth, he spins into an elegant half turn, topping it off with a wink, the energy he had today was impressive. He just about kicked your bedroom door down this morning, “Ass in the car now! You still work a job you hate and I’m hungry.” He clearly didn’t care about your frustrated groans when he aggressively ripped the curtains back. And like that you were rendered blind. Much to your dismay when you could actually see again you were met with Yeonjun’s face mere centimetres away from your own. He would have been a sight for sore eyes if he wasn’t such a pain in the ass.

“I take it you’ve got a new girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Got laid?”

“Definitely not.”

You quirked your brow. Choi Yeonjun, the one who openly confessed that he absolutely loathes the single life was passionately performing a song for his loyal cutlery, and he didn’t get laid? Okay.

“Well can you at least enlighten me? It looks like you have enough happiness to go around, the least you could do is share.” Yeonjun paused before grinning, he placed the spatula on the table. “I was going to leave it as a surprise, but since you insisted... Do you have any plans tonight?”

You kind of wish you never asked, even the crappy air con was caught off guard, letting out a few coughs and splutters.

“Come again?” Yeonjun rolled his eyes “You can’t tell me he doesn’t deserve it! He broke your heart and left you stranded, if he could do that to someone like you, he isn’t a good guy. Okay, how about this, I’ll take you home and I’ll do it myself.” He turns away, facing a precarious stack of plates; his lips forming into a guilty pout.

Normally if your childhood friend confesses that he had brought his trusty baseball bat to work and subsequently invited you out to wreck your ex’s car when your shift was over, you should have cut him off with a no and called for an intervention of some sort. Or at least that’s what you assumed. “Normal” was a distant memory. You had abandoned a normal life the day a scrawny boy, who donned only the best thick rimmed glasses, came to your aid after you took a tumble onto the hardwood chips scattered around the playground.

Neither of you can recall what took place or why you were on the ground clutching your bleeding knee, the one thing you both agree on is that he was suave even back then. Out of all the things he could have done the 8-year-old reached for his bag, fishing out a pack of Doraemon bandages and a strawberry lollipop.

At the time you didn’t think to question what he was doing, you just watched him unwrap the lollipop and tap it against your lips, a silent jest for you to say “aah”. As soon as the hard candy was in your mouth, he got to work meticulously patching up your leg while he introduced himself, giving you narration of his life and its dysfunctionality.

Maybe you were biased but there wasn’t much that had changed about the boy, well that isn’t necessarily true. If he were the main character in an over-the-top coming of age movie, he would have dramatically thrown his glasses into the trash, slicked his back his hair, stolen his dad’s leather jacket and called it a day.

Nevertheless, the boy in front of you still held the same look of concern that he wore that day, and he still patched your bruises and scrapes up with his sickeningly sweet band-aids.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and approach the sulking boy. Wrapping your arms around his waist you leaned in close, lazily placing your head on his shoulder, he didn’t have to look you in the eye to sense the stupid grin on your face.

“Wow, you’re really committing to the silent treatment, it’s been what two minutes? You’re breaking my heart Junnie.” His eyes widen when he feels your grip on his waist tighten, he was thankful that you couldn’t see his flustered state. If you had heard the soft gasp he let out you didn’t show it. “Hey, you know I didn’t say no, it sounds like fun!”

Maybe your parents were right, he was definitely a bad influence but what they didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt them.... right?

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The wind traced patterns in your hair, moments before Yeonjun had any sense to tug you back into your seat. Neither drugs nor alcohol could mimic the feeling you felt, he had a habit of revving his car as if to tease you, something that was confirmed by the cocky look on his face.

The misplaced beats of Yeonjun’s favourite song added to the dreamlike state you were in. The lyrics were a blurred frenzy to you but in his case each word was nipping at his sanity.

Seeing you like that, a picture of perfection, brought back the feelings of guilt he felt at the diner. It wasn’t a complete lie, he was pretty stoked to be wrecking Changkyun’s car, however, he decided to omit the main source of his excitement. There were things that he just couldn’t tell you, no matter how much he wanted to let loose and spill the beans.

Sure, his own breakup had affected him, for the first time in his life he actually thought it would work out, but it didn’t. Normally he would have been out looking for a one-night stand within a day, that didn’t happen. Reality hit him hard leaving him inconsolable for weeks. While Beomgyu and the other boys refused to go near him, you were sneaking out of your window and spending the night at his house. That was when things had changed for him.

You had both passed out on his bed after some intense mutual venting, he was certain that he had only ever viewed you in a platonic light. However, his dream said otherwise.

“Jun, wake up, you’re having a nightmare”. Your warm voice coaxed his eyes to flutter open, he squinted in confusion, immediately realising what had happened. Shame engulfed him when he noticed the damp patch in his boxer briefs.

“Sorry”.

To this day he still didn’t know whether he was apologising for startling you or on behalf of his lewd dream, in that moment all he could do was swallow the lump that formed in his throat. He prayed to God that the entire situation was a once off, it wasn’t.

It was always the same dream, the one where he would wrap an arm around you while he gently coaxes you to lie down on your plush pink bedsheets. Hovering above you he would lean in and kiss you like his life depended on it. His fingers would trace your leg while he broke the connection. The moan you let out was music to his ears and your fingertips felt like silk when you reached for his arm. His needy baby was always so good to him, so he thought he would return the favour. “Ssh, I’ll make you feel good” each night you respond with the same three words, “I trust you”.

“I trust you.” Yeonjun’s eyes widen “H-huh?” His startled expression was met with your light smile “I was just saying, I trust you to not get us arrested. I know you’ll protect me; you’d be the worst friend ever if you didn’t.” “I will baby, when have I ever let you down?” the sly wink he gave you was pure ecstasy.

Not many people could say that they had such a loving relationship with someone like Yeonjun, in your junior years of high school you had actually begged him to be your first kiss. He denied your advances and majorly cock-blocked you from himself, despite that you still chose friendship over not having him.

Still reeling from the wink, you failed to notice the car come to a shuddering stop, within seconds Yeonjun was out of the car skipping towards the back seat. Exiting, you stopped to lean against the side of the car watching him reach for his trusty baseball bat.

If his arched back wasn’t provocative enough you just had to notice his work uniform riding up ever so slightly, exposing his lower stomach. You did your best to overt your eyes but it was a too late, even if he didn’t see your gaze, he definitely felt it. He wiggled his hips before exiting the car with the bat “Do you like what you see y/n? I’ve been working the pole just for you.”

“You know it doesn’t count as working the pole for me if you never invite me to your shows, inviting my mum and not me? that’s a low blow Yeonjun.” “I’ll invite you if you give me a low blow...” “Shut up.” Turning away in mock frustration you walk off in the direction of Changkyun’s house while Yeonjun trailed behind you.

Yeonjun was the only one who could make something illegal look so charming, he kept up the skip in his step, occasionally swinging his bat. He knew this neighbourhood like the back of his hand, he had lost count of the number of times he had dropped you off at Changkyun’s house.

The day Yeonjun had gotten his license he was officially the designated driver of his entire friend group, which consisted of you, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai. He knew that the majority of you were just too lazy to drive yourselves anywhere, but he never questioned it. Despite Beomgyu spilling nearly every food and soda known to man in his car Yeonjun was still taking him on 1am convenience store food runs.

Some time had passed and Yeonjun had begun walking backwards up the sidewalk, his foxy eyes sparkling underneath the streetlights.

There is a shift in mood when Yeonjun spots the Lexus that he had come to actively despise. In the blink of an eye your best friend approaches it with a cocky saunter, he takes a moment to run his hand through his pink locks before striking the front of the car.

Somehow, even after the loud thud, the unassuming neighbourhood maintained its ignorance. And Yeonjun was just getting started. He is relentless, part of you feels like he has completely forgotten that he had brought you along. Whenever you got a glimpse of his eyes you could see anger, hurt, and an emotion you couldn’t quite comprehend.

Panting, he struck one of the rear-view mirrors watching as the glass fell near his feet. You had considered grabbing the bat from his hand and ordering him to stop but there was also another part of you that wanted to rip the bat from him and gain closure by landing a swing or two of your own. You swore the thought had only crossed your mind for a few seconds at most, nevertheless, he turns to you. As if reading your mind, he beckoned you to come closer and placed the bat in your hand. “Your turn! Really stick it to that asshole.” Noticing your sudden reluctance Yeonjun chuckled and placed his hands on top of your own.

“You’ve got this, forget you suck at baseball and follow my lead.” Placing his hands on top of yours he pulled you in so that your back was against his chest. As if he was leading you in a dance the boy swayed with you as you struck the heinous car. The boy let out a surprised laugh, part of him didn’t believe you would actually do it. His grip on your hand tightened, the only difference was that you were leading this time.

In his mind he had every right to be smug about this moment, your boyfriend had fucked up and now he held you in his arms. If he could have had it his way, he would have pulled you in for a messy kiss as Changkyun rounded the corner to find his car totalled and his girl taken.

“You’re doing so well bubs.”

Yeonjun hadn’t even realised that those words had left his mouth, why would he? He had recited them countless times in his hazy dreams.

Your thighs quivered while you tried your hardest to keep going, you were about to reach your third high of the night. Despite him reassuring you that you could stop at any moment you kept going.“Ah...fuck you’re doing so well bubs.” In these moments he is never able to control himself, placing his shaking hands on your hips he flips you over crashing his lips onto yours.

The last swing of the bat, the cherry on top, was all it took for the shrill car alarm to go off. The voyeur in him wanted to get caught just to prove a point, instead he pulled the bat out of your hand while his free hand reached for yours, and like always he ran. Yeonjun had learnt one important thing that night, that you couldn’t run as fast as he could. He was quite literally dragging you along the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but smile despite the ache that was forming in his chest when he forced himself to run faster. There probably wasn’t a need to run that fast but he was truly terrified at the thought of you getting caught. You miraculously knew how to talk yourself out of most situations, that wasn’t the thing that worried him. His main concern was with your parents.

They had made it clear on multiple occasions that they had an underlying issue with him, he was a bad influence they said, that he wasn’t going to achieve anything in life and that he would eventually want y/n in a way that would make any devout Christian clutch at their rosaries. Out of all the things your parents had claimed that was the one thing that had bothered him the most, but not anymore. Turns out that was the one thing they had gotten right.

Yeonjun collided with the car his shaking hands fumbling to open the door, huffing out a nervous laugh. “My god, why did I finally remember to lock my car?!” Yeonjun scrunched up a fist furiously slamming it at the window, as if that would magically unlock his ride.

It’s ironic. Yeonjun had just pulled you half way across the neighbourhood just so you both wouldn’t get caught, yet here he stood struggling to make a grand getaway.

“Yeonjun, Yeonjun, YEONJUN… sweetie just check your pockets, we need to go like, right this minute.” The word ‘sweetie’ dripping in the best kind of sarcasm.

In silent agreeance he leans the bat against the car, placing his hand in one of his pant pockets. Score.

He looks up at you with a dumb grin, dangling the keys in his hand

“Found them! What would I do without you?”

“I know, I know, now hurry up! Unlike you I don’t get hard disobeying the law.”

Yeonjun clicks the remote and pretty much dives into the car, pulling the bat in he brings a hand up stopping it from jabbing you in the head. Though every part of him wanted to reverse the car and trailblaze into the horizon he couldn’t pull his gaze from you. Your hair was plastered onto your forehead and your cheeks were tinged with a faint red; this wasn’t the first time he had seen you so dishevelled but he was always shocked at how good you looked. Lacking any self-restraint Yeonjun reached a hand out and brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.

You shoot him a ‘What now?’ look, Yeonjun smiled poking your nose “Hmphh.” Everything he felt was laced into that one sound. “I can’t believe you just did that; I mean I know your birthday is in a couple weeks but wow you really are growing up.” You reached across and slapped his arm “Ow! I meant that as a compliment.” For some reason you were slightly sceptical that he wasn’t going to make a joke at your expense. “I’m serious! You were so cool y/n, dude is going to be shaking in his Birkenstocks or whatever guys like him wear.”

Yeonjun turned the key bringing his car to life once again. “Hey I forgot; we’re going to buy a little birthday gift for my best girl tomorrow.” “Really?! Wait who is helping you choose out a gift. No offense but I wasn’t really too keen on what Taehyun bought me last year.” You let out a devious laugh remembering your initial reaction when you had unwrapped the neatly wrapped present, you couldn’t help the look of utter disappointment that worked its way onto your face. You seriously respected Taehyun’s love of practical gifts but you probably weren’t ever going to use “the world’s smallest vacuum cleaner”, even if Taehyun insisted that your desk would thank him.

Yeonjun broke into a loud fit of laughter when he remembered the whole event that had transpired. “Maybe this year he’ll actually buy you a sex toy.”

“Dude stop! How was I supposed to know it was a freaking vacuum cleaner, he literally said it sucked, would bring me pleasure, make my life easier, relieve me of my stresses and would be my ‘perfect little friend’. You said it yourself! He was basically marketing a sex toy!” “No way I think that says more about you than Taehyun’s taste in gifts. But that’s beside the point “we” is us! You’re coming along for the ride.”

He seemed so sure of his proposal, a stark contrast to your deadpan reaction. “Oh yay, sounds like fun.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes, kind of concerning since he was just about to round a corner. “Quit being so pessimistic, it’s not like you’re gonna die out of boredom or anything.” Yeonjun went quiet for some time, only taking the opportunity to speak, when he pulled up at a red traffic light. “Please!”

Even though you failed to answer him Yeonjun wore the prettiest smile you had ever seen for the remainder of the car ride, all of his anxious thoughts remained with the wrecked car.

“Dude you can park in the driveway you know that right?” “And face your parents? No thanks.” You frowned “Come on Yeonjun! Just drop me at the door please!” “I’m sorry needy child, it’s a hard pass.” Though you were thoroughly disappointed Yeonjun’s gaze said enough, he wasn’t serious.You pouted at him “Yeonjunnie stop being salty” Yeonjun continued to look at you, still not answering. “Fine you win, I’ll tag along if you walk me to the front door.” Yeonjun smiled, exiting the car. Patting his work uniform down he held his hand out, eagerly awaiting yours.

“Well, I guess we should leave it here, see you tomorrow?” He tilted his head flashing you a dreamy look, one that you swear he only ever gave to the girls he brought back to his bed. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” A chill made its way up your spine, you tried to convince yourself that it was thanks to the slight chill in the air, not him whipping out a cigarette just to let it hang loosely between his plush lips. “Goodnight bubs.” Your eyes widened in confusion “You aren’t coming in?” It was such a small thing, but you had come to expect Yeonjun literally walking you to your room, the only thing he drew a line at was tucking you in. “Not tonight bubs, I... I have somewhere I need to be.” It wasn’t as if this was news to you, Yeonjun had a... colourful... track record, one where he never failed to cut the night short so he could hook up with some lucky guy or girl. “Oh okay, I guess I’ll see you around then”. Yeonjun gave nothing more than a nod in agreeance before he turned on his heels and walked away.

You tried to ignore the slight pang in your heart, you told yourself that it didn’t matter whether he had another fling or not, but you would be lying if you said the idea hadn’t bothered you. You heart felt bitter at the idea of him holding someone close, sighing you graciously flopped onto your plush pink sheets. “I think it’s my room.” you murmured to yourself scanning the pink and cream décor. “Definitely friend-zoned material.” You’re jolted out of your depressed stupor by a knock at the window, you stopped yourself from letting out a startled yelp when you caught a glimpse of his pink hair. The fact that you didn’t hear him climb up to your bedroom on the second floor was honestly impressive.

You ripped the curtains open startling the boy, he signalled for you to open your window. You slid the window open “What do you want now?” You couldn’t hide the slight irritation in your voice. “Come on don’t be like that, you forgot your smile.” His words weren’t amusing “Okay I’ll stop, but you forgot your wallet.” Yeonjun tilts his head to the side, ensuring that the smoke from his now lit cigarette wouldn’t assault your senses. He reached into his pockets fishing out your wallet passing it to you “Oh, I forgot. Close your eyes.” You closed your eyes with a huff.

Yeonjun reached for your free hand, lovingly tracing patterns before sliding on a candy bracelet “You can open your eyes.” You smiled down at the hard candy “What’s this for?” “Just wanted to make sure you were joining me tomorrow. See you around y/n.” With that Yeonjun departed, as soon as his feet had met the ground, he turned to look you up and down once more before walking off into the evening sun.

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Yeonjun shoved a glob of fries and soft serve into his mouth. “So, I was thinking of going to that one mall with the tree growing in the plaza. I saw something a couple of weeks back, made me think of you, fingers crossed it’s still there.”

“Really? That’s awesome but you really don’t need to” It wasn’t that you thought he couldn’t afford to peruse that side of town, he probably could if he put his mind to it, but the Berrymont Mall always came across as being the rich persons paradise, you couldn’t even afford to go there yourself. “Um of course I need to, I promised it would be special this year.” Yeonjun stood with a stretch allowing his cropped sweater ride up.

You rolled your eyes at the little show he was putting on for the worker manning the register. “You can’t be serious” “I saw the extra swirl they gave me; I’m thanking them.” You shoved the last nugget into your mouth “Come on let’s go lover boy, I want that gift.” Yeonjun smiles at the lucky soul before following after you. “Y/n you do realise that I’m not giving it to you today.” He smirked at his own innuendo. “We were both done eating, I wanted to leave.”

Yeonjun swore he saw a smidge of jealousy, but he still didn’t want to believe it. You had handled your breakup so maturely, yeah you cried into his shoulder, venting about your heart being torn to pieces but besides that you seemed to move on with your life. If you were even mildly attracted to someone you didn’t show it, well maybe you did stare into his eyes more than usual or trace his fingers with yours but in his mind it all boiled down to his own wishful thinking.

He couldn’t tell whether he had upset you but you hadn’t shown any sign of slowing down, leaving him trailing behind in the distance. “Hey y/n! I’m just checking my account!” Yeonjun ran to the ATM that stood off to the side, huffing at the sight before him.

-$5.36.

Okay so maybe he wasn’t as wealthy as he had led you to believe, he clicked his tongue out of frustration and placed his hands on his hips. He could hear you approaching so he quickly cancelled out of everything and turned around to greet you. “Are you okay?” “Pfft yeah, I’m totally fine, just don’t want you seeing how much I have, I’m not ready to be your sugar daddy bubs. Now let’s go, got to beat the rush.”

The walk to the jewellery store was silent as Yeonjun mentally hyped himself up for the crime he was about to commit. There was no way he would miss out on getting something that he deemed as valuable as yourself. “Did you want me to come in or?” Such a simple question made him panic. “No! I mean, I’d love that, but it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you followed me around the whole day. Just relax, I’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

He wasn’t about to wait for your answer, there is no way he wanted you to witness what he was about to do. Upon entering the store Yeonjun brushed his elbow against a round bear plushie sending it tumbling to the smooth tiles. Acting the part of an innocent bystander he reached for the plushie giving it a once over ‘Cute, Kai would love this’ with that thought he resumed his nice guy act, giving a smooth charming smile he returned it to the shelf. “And I’ll be back for you later.”

Yeonjun wasted no time pushing past the crowd giving the cashier a fright as he placed his hands on the glass counter with a loud thud. “Can I help you?” “Uh sure, I’d like to buy that bracelet please.” Yeonjun pointed towards the most dazzling tennis bracelet he had ever seen, if you didn’t accept it from him, he would definitely be able to find a use for it.

Yeonjun leaned against the counter, trying to lure the cashier in with a coy smile. “I bet it’s prettier in person” not letting his gaze falter he watched as the woman unlocked the glass cabinet. He decided to keep the conversation going to avoid suspicion “I’m surprised it’s still here; When I spotted this beauty, I knew it would be perfect for my girl.” He was too distracted by the shimmering bracelet to realise how easily the words had slipped out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t mind if I had a closer look, would you?”

Honestly, Yeonjun hadn’t expected her to cave this quickly. “It's her birthday in a couple of days so I thought I would treat her to a little something, I don’t know how to describe it but her smile is probably the cutest thing in the world, cuter than those plushies back there. Wish you could see it; I should invite you to her party.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her bored expression.

Her expression transformed into shock as Yeonjun clasped the bracelet in his hand, turned on his heels and to ran out of the store. When he made it to the door, he tore one of the bears off of the shelf, unbothered by the rest of them being knocked to the ground.

He found you, leaning against the door, you hadn’t even registered what he was doing. Tucking the awkwardly shaped plushie under his arm and ran off in the direction of the nearest exit. You were his best friend for a reason, so without asking questions you ran after him, surprising yourself at how you managed to catch up with him this time. Yeonjun waited for you to dive into the passenger seat before bringing his car to life.

You hadn’t even managed to buckle up and Yeonjun had swerved out onto the road, already driving as if he was trying to lose somebody. You considered asking him, respectfully of course, what the fuck was going on. But before you could question him Yeonjun pulled over to the side, smiling as he replayed the event in his head, he felt so cool.

“Sorry for leaving you behind, I nearly dropped the bear, can you imagine? I would have looked so stupid.” It was the cockiest thing you had ever heard but the sheepish grin that followed was contagious. His happiness was shortlived.

Spotting the flashing red and blue lights Yeonjun turned off the interior light and reclined his seat, gesturing for you to do the same. You responded by reclining your seat, the overload of energy coursing through you made your hands shake. Those hands were borderline offensive, he wanted to grip your hand and comfort you but for some reason his nerves got the better of him. Yeonjun turned on his side making eye contact with you, it took a mere few seconds for the police car to speed past, yet the tension in the air was thick. You shuffled closer to Yeonjun, noticing how eager you were he closed his eyes and leaned in, his heart viciously thumping against his chest.

“Yeonjun... What are you doing?”

He had hoped that when he opened his eyes he would be met with your lips, but that wasn’t the case, instead he was met with the realisation that he was definitely jumping the gun. He cleared his throat and sat up, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a good excuse.

“All of that for a plushie?” Yeonjun’s guilty smile fell, it would have been better if you just straight up called him out for his attempted kiss. “What no that’s not for you, that’s for Kai. Your gift is here” He points towards his crotch causing you to furrow your brows in frustration. “Can’t you be serious for one goddamn minute?! You never- “He lifted his leg pulling out the bracelet. “This is yours.” He dangled it in your face and placed it on your lap.

“I don’t want it.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be like that.”

“Wrecking his car was one a once off Yeonjun, I told you how I feel about you doing things like this. I want to return it.” Yeonjun bit his tongue, trying his hardest to keep composed. He was cursed with a hot temper but he always kept his composure around you. “There’s no way in hell that I’m going back there, if you don’t want it, I’ll keep it.”

“You’re missing the point.”

“No y/n you’re the one missing the damn point! How could you be so fucking mad at me when I literally did this for you!”

“Well, I didn’t ask for you to do that, seriously what were you thinking Yeonjun?!”

“Whatever.”

“No, I’m actually curious, what made you think this was what I wanted?”

“I’m not doing this, I’m done talking.”

Yeonjun swings the door open and takes a step into the frosty late afternoon breeze, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. He turns away from the car, his hand raking through his styled pink hair. You can barely hear the words that are spoken, before he kicks the hood of the car. Every single emotion he was feeling deeply etched onto his face. He was always bark and no bite, at least that’s what he was told, and it was true. There was no way he would even think of hurting you; in the time you had known him he had never once raised his voice and he wanted to keep it that way.

Suffering from instant regret he inspected the vague dent in the hood, his car wasn’t anything awesome, merely a crappy hand-me-down from his dad. Regardless he didn’t want it bent out of shape, his fingers were centimetres away from the bruised-up metal when something caught his eye. A small red dot, a ladybug perched on the hood above where his shoe had been seconds ago. He swiped his hand, encouraging it to take flight and ultimately leave him the hell alone.

But you were his insufferable friend who held his heart in the palm of her hand, you saw right through his act, exiting the car and pulling him into a tight hug. Which made him crumble “I’m sorry y/n, life is just really fucking stupid for me right now.” He stooped his head low letting it fall into the crook of your neck.

When Yeonjun’s tears had eventually died down you pulled away from him, he looked at you, his sweet fox eyes now resembling that of a lost puppy. He watched you as you walked over to the car and fished out a lollipop. Removing the wrapper you shoved the lollipop into his mouth, his pout becoming a thing of the past. It was then that he noticed the same little red dot that he had tried so hard to be rid of, but this time it had found an even better place to relax. Instead of shooing it away Yeonjun cups his hand gently retrieving it from your hair and presenting it to you, and for a split second, behind those gleaming eyes you swore you could see the young Doraemon fanatic in the flesh. “If you don’t want the bracelet, at least accept this wish.” Even if he was still recovering from his outburst, he still managed to draw out twin giggles from the both of you.

Clasping his hands in yours you encouraged him to unfold them, both of you tried to move your attention down to the ladybug, you found it difficult to overt your gaze. There was something there, his heart was screaming out a confession of love, but it never met the light of day. Even after the little wish took flight you were still caught up in his eyes.

“What did you wish for?”

“Like I’d ever tell you Yeonjun...what did you wish for?”

Maybe expecting a genuine answer from him was the setting the bar too high “I wished that you would have an amazing day tomorrow, how does that sound? Is that the right answer?”

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None of them were prepared for the Yeonjun that waltzed into Beomgyu’s house that night, they weren’t even expecting him to show. Beomgyu had gotten used to his friend cancelling on him at the last minute, even when it was blatantly obvious that Yeonjun was pulling every excuse out of his ass in an attempt to not leave his bed. Despite this Beomgyu let Yeonjun get off scot-free, since he really wasn’t one to speak. Even if he did have the energy of a chihuahua that downed a couple of Red Bulls he was also the king of shirking responsibility at the last minute, so he let Yeonjun, his personal jester parading around as a badass, do whatever.

“YAH! Popcorn doesn’t take ten minutes!”

Beomgyu sighed at the lack of response, brushing his arms against the smooth linoleum. Winning the game of rock, paper, scissors gave him the perfect excuse to lie upside down and shout orders.

The only reason he was still hosting movie nights was to annoy his younger friends, and while Taehyun barely reacted Beomgyu knew Kai would play along. Beomgyu started the imaginary timer, keeping in mind how long it took for Kai to respond.

‘Six, seven, eight-’

“I told you to choose a movie!” “Fine!”

Unfurling his body Beomgyu reached for Kai’s dvd case, the tattered smile of Mickey Mouse greeting him on the cover. With everything that had happened in the last year, it was comforting to see that Kai was still lugging it along to every movie night. Though it was none of his business, he couldn’t help but wonder if that dvd case was the reason behind Kai and his bitchlessness. Flipping through it he ignored each movie that revolved around boyhood and romance, which was half the case. Kai was always so soft, it was sickening. Beomgyu had no idea when he started getting so sentimental, but now everything reminded him of the happier days, when they were together. Pushing back that seasonal depression he reached for Toy Story, slotting it into the dvd player his ears pricked up when he heard a car engine.

Peering through the window he recognised the familiar license plates and ran into the kitchen to find Taehyun and Kai placing their big macs and fries onto a large tray.

They weren’t shit friends, quite the opposite actually; they had been on standby for Yeonjun most of this breakup, but even they had their limits. You hadn’t experienced dramatic until Yeonjun was the one being dramatic. They were so thankful that y/n had taken over for them so that they could have some alone time, and yeah, they had been texting him, but technically they hadn’t seen him since his last wave of post-breakup depression.

“Remember if he cries it’s Taehyun’s turn to comfort him.” And with that Beomgyu ran to the door to greet his best friend. Much to his surprise Yeonjun greeted him with a lovesick smile, clutching a plushie to his chest.

“Sorry I’m late, I was caught up in y/n’s eyes” was what he wanted to say but instead he went with a simple “Hey, thought I’d come over.” Beomgyu, still disturbed by the sight before him silently moved to the side waiting for Yeonjun to come inside.

Taehyun and Kai had since made their return to the living room clutching a bowl of popcorn and the tray of food. “Yeonjun!” Luckily Yeonjun was too far into his own fantasy to notice how nervous Kai was. With a wink he tossed the bear to Kai, not even reacting to Kai’s loud shriek as he scrambled to place the tray down in time to catch the bear.

Plopping down next to Beomgyu Yeonjun pokes his cheek with a grin. Somehow this felt even more draining than him crying.

“Hope you’re not hungry, we didn’t buy an extra burger.”

“It’s okay he ate.”

As if on cue all of the boys looked at Taehyun, who was currently slipping some fries into his burger bun. “I saw them when I bought our food.” “Well, shit, I didn’t see you there.” Beomgyu grinned, “Didn’t think y/n was that much of a distraction.” “Shut up, it’s just birthday stuff. Anyway’s it’s pretty much sorted, the party is at her place, show up whenever after six but definitely before eight.”

“Cool, that’s plenty of time for me to meet Soobin.”

The words seemed so casual, regardless, Yeonjun’s ears pricked when he heard that name.

“I didn’t know Soobin was in town.”

“He isn’t. He arrives tomorrow. I promised to meet him.” Yeonjun had always experienced a complex array of emotions whenever it came to the topic of Soobin, it wasn’t like he hated him, Soobin was his friend after all. It was more the fact that the wider public seemed to favour y/n and Soobin rather than Yeonjun and y/n.

When you and Soobin were cast as Mary and Joseph Yeonjun could only sulk as he played the important role of the guy who owned the barn. Even back then he couldn’t help but detest the idea of you two being together, if he could have kicked Soobin out of the barn in a fit of fourth grade rage he would have.

Despite his jealousy Yeonjun couldn’t recall a moment where he treated you like anything other than his best friend. There was no logic in being mad at Soobin for being your date to the graduation formal, Soobin was just repaying the favour after all. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that you and Soobin won cutest couple while he was preparing himself to mourn a relationship that was nearing its end. Despite the degree of self-realisation, he possessed he was still mad. “But he said he couldn’t make it, we were all okay with him not showing I don’t get why he bothered.” The others exchanged silent glances, they knew he had some issue with Soobin lately, but they never thought they would hear those words come from Yeonjun. It was hard to even see where he was coming from lately, after that week of you sleeping at his house Yeonjun had changed drastically.

After thinking it through Beomgyu was finally brave enough to combat Yeonjun’s harsh words. “That’s not your choice to make, y/n said she wanted him here. It was her wish. I don’t know what else to say.” “Wishes don’t always come true!”

“Look I just wanted to watch Toy Story, so you can just go away or be quiet.” Beomgyu pressed play, exhaling when the fluffy white clouds of Andy’s room came into shot. Yeonjun stirred, crossing his arms as he glared at the screen. “It actually is my choice, I’m the one organising the party not him.” Beomgyu paused the movie, clenching both his jaw and the remote. “Stop! Whats the deal? Y/n never asked you to be her gatekeeper, just give it a break.” Before Yeonjun could respond Beomgyu continued his small outburst “You can care for her but give it up, you can dream about having her but she isn’t yours.”

Yeonjun stilled, in his mind the whole room held its breath with him. “Fucking hell, I didn’t think she noticed.” Even if he was confused, Beomgyu used that to his advantage going with the conversation. “She noticed.” Yeonjun placed his head in his hands, freaking out the entire time. “She knows it was an accident, right? It was just a weird time for me, I promise I’m not a creep.” Beomgyu assumed he would be getting an explanation but somehow it took a very confusing turn. “Yeonjun... What did you do?” “Don’t rub it in we all know about the wet dream.” Beomgyu cleared his throat before murmuring under his breath “I didn’t know about the wet dream.”

The realisation had set in “You- oh shit.” Yeonjun paled, so much for keeping it a secret. “Look I wouldn’t take it seriously; it happens to everyone.” Beomgyu grinned “I don’t think I’ve ever had a wet dream about you so I have to call bullshit on that.” Yeonjun caved “Look I felt like shit when I fell asleep, and she was too close, her legs and those shorts.” After his rant Yeonjun looked Beomgyu dead in the eyes “I swear to god if you tell her.” “Why are you targetting me?! What about Taehyun and Kai, they’re here too.”

Honestly, Yeonjun forgot that his other friends were still present. Neither of them had spoken a word since he started his back and forth with Beomgyu. Kai was preoccupied with his bear and Taehyun really didn’t care. “Why should I worry about them when you’re the one with the motor mouth.” “This mouth is zipped, don’t worry about it.” It was slightly concerning how casual Beomgyu was about the entire thing, but now that was off of his chest maybe he was confident that he would be rid of his silly little dreams. Surely.

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If he didn’t insist that you needed gifts from him you would have just settled for this. The bag of gifts he bought sat to the side, unopened, your focus on the empty space in the middle of your room. There was a delay before the rock music leaked through the speakers and Yeonjun slid in. His studded red jacket and slicked back hair sparkling in the morning sun that leaked through your window.

It was no secret that you had been spending more time with him, as a result you discovered that he really was a performer. His dreams and aspirations were nothing new, in his youth all he spoke about was getting attention for his good looks and charisma. But in a town like this, if you didn’t leave you, were a nobody. And sometimes that hurt you, Soobin was able to achieve great things and that was, well, great but that was because he left. For some reason Yeonjun chose to stay, kissing his dreams goodbye and you just wished he had more.

You would never know this but he felt he had it all when he was performing for you. No audience would ever make him feel this way.

Your gaze didn’t leave his body as it rolled in time with the sultry lyrics.

You red leather rocket, you little foxy queen Everybody's watching, pretty little thing Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?

It took every bit of strength to not look away from his steely gaze as he swiped his jacket off of his shoulders playing it like a guitar. Your friend was a fiend and you loved it.

His chest was heaving at the end of the routine, his “sexy” stare was broken by a wide grin. He plopped down next to you, taking time to catch his breath before he spoke. “I would ask you what you thought, but going by your face I’d say that was a good birthday present.” I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly trying to hide just how flustered you were. “That reminds me, I think you should open these.” Using his foot to nudge the bag he brought it closer picking it up and placing it between the two of you. “You seem even more excited than I am.” “Enough talking, open.” Yeonjun pushed the bag closer to you. Swivelling yourself around you emptied the bag.

You were surprised, no shocked was a better word. They were beautiful gifts, a music box that doubled as a jewellery box, a cloud lamp, the bracelet...that he stole. But the small pink bullet vibrator rendered you speechless.

“This, no, Yeonjun what the hell?!” Yeonjun broke into a fit of laughter at your reaction “I know, I’m sorry it was too tempting, you were so disappointed by Tae’s gift last year. “Well, haha, funny, now take it back, it’s weird if I keep this.” “First the bracelet now this, accept my love you dummy!” Apparently, this was all just a huge joke to him, which was proved by him snatching the gift from you. “Fine if you don’t want it, I’ll have it. But let me charge it I might want to use it later.” Wiggling his brows Yeonjun crawled across to your bedside table plugging the charger into the socket before slipping the vibrator under your pillow.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful, the vibrator disappeared into the background, nothing more than a faint afterthought. Despite the simplicity of the entire day, everything he did filled your heart an ounce at a time. Especially when he got all domestic, switching to the mature one who meticulously organised a party you would no doubt remember for the rest of your life.

You knew he had it in him, that maternal side that kept everyone in check. His long pink hair was brushed back into a messy ponytail, as he stood with his hands on his hips trying to remember where he should put the last of the balloons. He looked like somebody’s aunt, pretty. You tried to avoid making eye contact with him, hating the butterflies that erupted in your heart. Spending more time with him was a blessing and a curse. Your school-girl crush on him only grew, even though you swore to yourself you wouldn’t pursue someone after Changkyun. Both of you were broken at the same time, and maybe Yeonjun was comfortable moving on but you weren’t ready despite your internal lusting.

Yeonjun noticed the silence, but judging by your face he didn’t want to push it. So, he opted for catching your attention through the fish tank. While you were peering into the tank after feeding them Yeonjun feigned checking the time before crouching down to meet your eyes. Nearly losing balance he steadied himself before motioning for you to smile.

The ringing of the doorbell startled the two of you, while you sprung to your feet to meet your guests while he let himself topple to the ground. His heart dropped at the squeal of excitement you let out, followed by the familiar voice of Soobin.

Yeonjun couldn’t prevent the dry smile that graced his features, in the time spent with you, in a magical world full of domestic interactions he forgot that Soobin would be here. Straightening his shirt he removed the hair tie, patting his pink locks down. He didn’t bother to greet the others, instead he plopped over onto the couch placing a cigarette between his lips, he was going to need it.

The smoking wasn’t the issue, it was the glaring silence. Shortly after the guys arrived the rest of your friends poured in, despite the music and the overlapping conversations Yeonjun refused to acknowledge Soobin. He had barely left the couch, getting another drink seemed to be the only exception. Luckily Beomgyu had lured you away with the promise of finally giving you his gift, leaving the two alone.

“Yeonjun?”

“Soobin?”

“It’s good to see you.” It was always the same, Soobin may have dyed his cotton candy blue hair black, but his endearing nature was still the same. Yeonjun on the other hand clung onto his pink hair, still refusing to give Soobin a chance.

“I actually didn’t think you’d come back; I saw your texts and assumed you had everything you wanted.” That jab didn’t go unnoticed by the other, but Soobin was hardly stupid. Not wanting to play into Yeonjun’s pettiness he smiled carrying the conversation further. “Not everything, is it weird that I miss your chaos? Especially the whole hiding in my house after you pissed off the wrong person. How’s Nali?” Yeonjun’s throat tightened. “You missed a lot, we broke up.” He took a swig of the hitachino and chuckled “But I’m fine, I’m actually seeing someone else.”

For someone who was so skilled at lying Yeonjun had a hard time believing his own words. Soobin was going to question his friend further, but then you and Beomgyu returned, squeezing yourselves into the space between the two. You were completely oblivious to the lie you were currently supporting when you placed your head on Yeonjun’s shoulder, waiting for him to wrap his arm around you. After you had gotten comfortable Yeonjun tapped your shoulder, once your eyes were on him, he passed you the beer. Taking a couple of sips you passed it back to him, though you thought nothing of the exchange Soobin was shocked. He had always held you in a very innocent light, he never understood how someone so gentle and kind could be so close to someone like Yeonjun. He still thought of you as the innocent friend he left a year ago, he never once thought you would ever date Yeonjun. Yeonjun was oblivious to the awkward glances Soobin directed towards him, too preoccupied by the conversation you were having with him and the food Beomgyu had placed on the table. “Thanks man, appreciate it.” Yeonjun reached out to place a hand on Beomgyu’s shoulder both out of love and to push himself forward to grab the food Taehyun had yet to touch. Taehyun blocked the food with his hand, before Yeonjun could start whining Kai passed him his paper plate. Soobin was still confused but he pushed his questions to the side so he could take everything in, it was as if he stepped back in time, to the good old days.

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Yeonjun’s eyes flutter open, adjusting to his room. The darkness a soothing balm on his sore eyes. He couldn’t recall when sleep had overtaken him, or what he had even dreamt about but his heart felt heavy. Rolling onto his side he sat up a yawn ripping through his entirety. He wasn’t hung over, that much he could tell, but the sick feeling in his stomach had yet to leave him. With no thought into his actions, he managed to walk to the bathroom, still stuck in his drowsy state.

Once in front of the mirror he was able to take everything in, starting with his messy pink hair and ending with the light scratches that trailed up his back. It was pretty ironic, he just had to give a dry chuckle. He assumed that the night he would stop having those dreams would be a cause for celebration, that wasn’t the case. Returning to his room he reached for his phone, greeted by a string of missed calls and text messages from you. He wished his mind wasn’t as selective, he forgot when he walked home, he forgot what he took from his dingy refrigerator and he forgot when he fell asleep. All of this was overtaken by a memory, the one where his dream had become a reality.

He was incredibly sober, which at first seemed like a good idea. Being the other half of your parental duo, making sure that no one started shit or overstayed their welcome. The beer he had shared with you was the buzz that you both needed, so he was fully aware of everything, he knew just how hard he was falling for you in this moment. He distracted himself with the thumping music but once that was over and the only music was the buzzing of crickets while you sat on the roof he was doomed.

“You know Yeonjun, I think we did good. No one died, and we’re both sober as fuck.” “You make it sound like a success, to be honest that just sounds depressing.” “Hey! I said you could drink, that’s on you for being an idiot.” “Do you really think you could have handled your guests if I didn’t step in. You’re too soft.” For some reason that struck a nerve with you “Fuck off.” You followed those words with a chuckle, it wasn’t a serious thing but soft wasn’t a thing you necessarily wanted, it just happened. Some days you would wish you were cooler, which ultimately lead you to come to the conclusion that if you were a badass you definitely would have dated Yeonjun years ago. “You say soft, I say shut up.” Yeonjun pulled your arm “Don’t be like that you know I love you.”

The warm lights cast shadows against his cheeks, hiding the faint blush on his cheeks as you leaned close to his face before springing to your feet. A sinking feeling made its way to his stomach at the thought of you slipping, so in a panic he stood, immediately clasping your shoulder in his tight grip. “Are you sure you didn’t steal a couple more bottles?” You glared at him “I’m not drunk! You’re just a bad influence.” “And? You never complained about it before.” “But that’s why I love you, bad boys are where it’s at, though I don’t consider you a bad boy. You’re too cute.”

That made him falter, he knew how platonic that love was but he also couldn’t even determine why you loved him that much. His life was harsh at times, love wasn’t something he was given, hell he wanted his ex to love him and that didn’t work out, so why were you saying such things? “I think the air is getting to your head” The meaning was lost on you which was shown by your cheeky grin; but he was actually irritated with how bubbly you were. It was too cute.

He managed to predict your next move, grasping your wrist before you could poke his cheek. You sighed trying to yank your hand back but he didn’t let up, looking up at him was enough to erase your bratty frown. His dark eyes were hooded as his gaze flickered from your lips to your eyes and back again. Backing out wasn’t an option anymore. Yeonjun brought your hand up to place it on his cheek, a silent cry for you to kiss him like you meant it.

Every fantasy you had about kissing him was a poor comparison to the real thing. He was desperate and needy, something that would have been rough if it wasn’t for his soft lips. You could have kissed him all night but sadly you had to breath, you placed a shaky hand against his chest pushing him off of you. His lips reluctantly left yours, forcing out a soft whine as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before finally parting. He was about to complain until he felt your hand slip under his tank top “I never knew you were such a little slut.” It was insane weak your legs had become, as far as you were concerned degradation wasn’t your thing, until Yeonjun made it seem pretty. It was completely unlike you to be so passive, but all you wanted, all you needed in this moment was him. With one more tug of his shirt you were being led off of the roof and into your bedroom.

Any sign of a gentle kiss was thrown out the window as soon as you made it inside. He wasted no time crashing his lips against yours. Lust clouded your vision, and every sense for that matter. You hadn’t even noticed him guide you towards your bed until he pushed you onto the plush pink sheets. Yeonjun towered over you with a pleased smirk, in this moment he was far from the gentle guy who fussed over you every single day, he was better. Yeonjun brought his hands up, pinning your wrists above your head. He casually nudged your legs apart before moving in closer, his lips finding their way back to yours.

Eventually his desperation resulted in him rutting his hardened member against your bare thigh, the rough material of his jeans another thing that you didn’t know you needed. “I know you’re the one losing it but you have no idea how worked up I am y/n. I’m so ready for you.” Never in a million years did you think someone would have this much of an effect on you, but it felt natural to be like this with him. You snaked your hand down to rest against his bulge “It’s kind of obvious, but enlighten me…show me how much you want me.”

His already dark eyes gleamed as they got impossibly darker. In his effort to tighten his grip he pushed a silken pillow to the side, accidentally revealing the small pink vibrator in the process. What had once been and afterthought gave Yeonjun a brilliant idea. Unplugging the device he brought it into his palm, showing it off. “Kiss me if I’m wrong but this is the best gift you’ve ever received.” He moved in closer, lifting your skirt and sliding your panties down your legs. You leaned up to kiss his cheek, catching him completely off guard “What? I can’t say it’s the best gift I’ve received.” “By the end of tonight I’m going to prove you wrong bubs, just you wait.” “That’s what I want to hear.”

The only thing his dreams glazed over was the ability you had to tease him to no end. “Yeonjun, please hurry. Just give me anything.” Yeonjun clicked his tongue “So needy, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” The vibrator buzzed to life; the gentle rhythm was far from what you desired until he pressed it to your entrance. You brought a hand up to muffle the whimpers that he worked from you by tracing the tip against your folds. “So, wet, but I haven’t even done anything yet.” “That’s the problem, stop teasing me Jun.”

The beauty of his smart mouth was that you were pleasantly caught off guard when he pushed the device into your soaking wet folds. His repetitive movements never failing to draw some type of reaction out of you. The overwhelming feeling of you being at your wits end was daunting, there was no way you wanted to cum yet, not without him inside of you.

Trembling wrists gripped at his messy pink hair as you fought against the coil that tightened in your stomach. “Y-Yeonjun stop.” The teasing tone wasn’t lost in his voice “It’s okay, let go for me.” Your grip tightened “No, I want you in me.” Yeonjun remained poker faced even when he pulled the vibrator out, pressing it against your clit, making sure to remove it when he felt your thighs quiver around him.

Call it déjà vu, but he knew exactly how this was going to play out.

Throwing the vibrator to the side he hovers above you, kissing you like his life depended on it. His fingers that were tracing your leg the entire time, remain when he breaks the connection. The tiny whine you let out is music to his ears, it’s his turn to let out a low moan after you reach for his arm, fingertips as soft as silk. His needy baby was always so good to him, so he thought he would return the favour. Yeonjun leans down to place feather-light kisses across your neck. Seeing you shiver under his touch was something he never thought he would witness. He doesn’t try to prevent the words that fall from his plush lips “Ssh, I’ll make you feel good.” You didn’t know it but your response was something that he was all too familiar with.

“I trust you.”

Up until then he had shown just how domineering he could be. So, it was odd to see his faint blush as he removed the rest of his clothing. His slender form pressed into yours as you pulled him into you, resting your forehead against his. Any sickening, romantic words you were about to throw at him disappeared as he removed your shirt, kissing down your clavicle. An easy distraction as he unclipped your bra. “How in the world are you prettier than yesterday?” “You’re so cheesy I-” Your own moan interrupted your playful jab, with good reason too. His tongue swirled around your nipple, refraining from any urge he had to gently bite you. He groped your tits giving them as much attention as he could, somehow, he thought he had enough self-restraint to tease you more.

Pulling back Yeonjun swiped at his mouth just to rest his head in the crook of your neck. His raspy words teasing the edge of your ear. “It’s obvious, but God, are you sure you want this y/n? ‘Cause I want it so bad.” He was already drunk on lust, but your words sent him spiralling. “That’s funny, last time I checked I’ve always wanted you.” In one quick movement Yeonjun pushed into you, stuttering a string of curses when you clenched around him. From the moment he entered you he had built up a merciless rhythm, just falling shy of your sweet spot. “Y-Yeonjun” You rolled your hips into him trying to satisfy yourself. “Is this what you want princess?” Yeonjun’s fingers danced on your thigh as he brought one of your legs up, trying to better the angle. He was acting coy, knowing that if he played out exactly what he had in mind you would be cumming soon.

He wanted this moment to be as beautiful as yourself, so he leaned giving you the last kiss of the night. Something heated and though it was rough, it was dripping with passion. While you were caught up in his everything Yeonjun jerked his hips forward finally giving you what you wanted. The strength of him holding you up and his strong thrusts blended together to rip out a scream that you were withholding. You arched your back, gripping onto his, trying your best to have mercy on him but your nails dug into his back leaving a string of red lines, littered with small crescent indents. “I’m close, Yeonjun” You let your head fall back, “Already? But my pretty little whore you’re doing so well.”

Your incoherent words told him all he needed to know “But let go, I want to see how you look when you cum.” His words were the encouragement you needed to completely lose yourself to him. You tilted your head to the side the pulsing deep inside getting more frequent. “Nuh-uh what did I say? Look at me y/n.” Though he was strict he let that caring side shine through once again “I want to see your pretty e/c eyes.” With a gentle touch he softly cupped your jaw and tilted your head up.

Looking into his eyes you let go letting yourself be engulfed by the harsh waves of your climax. Yeonjun never thought of himself as a needy fool but when your walls fluttered around his cock Yeonjun fell apart, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came. In the past he prided himself on having enough control to pull out, but he was willing to accept it tonight.Brushing the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead he pulled out, coming to rest at your side.

After the dual panting had died down Yeonjun rolled onto his side. Placing a hand on your hip. “That was amazing. Sorry for going so rough, I hope it was okay.” Yeonjun interlinked his hand with yours “Happy Birthday y/n.”

The night was supposed to end like that, on cloud nine. But he had gotten ahead of him, the after-sex stupor was amazing, he wanted to live in that feeling. Staying by your side until the next day, but he couldn’t. He cared about you enough to delay leaving until after you had fallen asleep, he wasn’t about to share his post-sex guilt with you, you deserved better. In fact, that’s why he left, as much as he pretended to take it in stride, he didn’t want to be your bad influence. You stayed because of his stupid whining, you were a different person when you were around him.

While tracing your features with his hooded gaze it was apparent that despite his dreams and what he wanted to be his reality, you were never going to work out. So, with a soft kiss to your temple, he wriggled out of your soft grasp, replacing himself with a pillow. His heart sunk lower as he watched you cuddle into it murmuring something that he couldn’t hear. And he left.

Yeonjun’s fingers halted before he could press send, after a brief second of hesitance, he just deleted those pathetic words. Your texts were curious and innocent, asking why he wasn’t there when you woke up, and for once he didn’t have an answer. Turning off his phone he placed it to the side, his slow breathing became rapid has he placed his head in his hands, trying his hardest to prevent guilty tears from falling. But that task was nearly impossible considering he couldn’t quite get that late afternoon out of his mind.

“I wish I could love you.”

“I wish you could be my forever”

“I wish you were mine”

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~in other words please don’t repost or steal my work as i’m a slow writer~

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degenrcy · 3 months

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roger's family -> ticci toby dark fic

warnings: omgggg dead dove do NOTTT eat this actually sick and twisted (incest, underage, rape, death, violence, EVERYTHING)

when lyra died, a part of your family died with her. no one was ever the same. no one recovered. all of you just got worse and worse.

you missed your big sister, your little brain could barely comprehend that she was never coming home from the hospital, or the box they sent her down in, or that she was in that little tiny box in the center of the fireplace with her pictures and other things of hers scattered around. you missed your mom and dad picking you up from school or driving you to the park or driving to get ice cream... driving around, sitting in the backseat watching the roads and trees and big huge buildings go by. no one wanted to drive you anywhere since lyra drove and died.

you missed toby the most. he was your big brother, but not older than your sister, so he used to actually like being around you. now he hated you. he hated himself. he hated your parents. everyone. he scared you now.

when your dad first caught him hitting you, he grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the side. everyone started yelling, and sitting in the middle of it all was little you. dad yelled at toby for hurting you, mom yelled at dad for yelling at toby, toby yelled at dad for yelling at him, toby yelled at you for being a constant reminder, mom started crying, toby rolled up his sleeves and all you saw were red lines, mom started screaming and dad yelled some more... then everyone was quiet for the rest of the day. you sat alone in bed all day. you didn't know you were hurting your brother so much. maybe it was alright he got you back once in a while. bruises are nothing to bleeding. maybe you deserved it.

you did deserve it. it made you sad toby hurt himself, you should be doing it instead. that is what he told you after all, holding you down on the bed as he caressed your bare, smooth arm. you were untouched. toby hated that, he had to make sure you felt what he did. why did it have to be lyra?

"toby please!" you sobbed, pleading with your big brother. it hurt so much, you couldn't handle it like you said.

"s-shut the f-fuck up!" he spat, his fingers wrapping tighter around your much thinner wrists. even his tics were getting worse. toby just got worse and worse around you.

at night you imagined lyra comforting you again, doing your hair nicely and letting you use some of her lip gloss. she would drive you, and toby, out to get food or shopping. she'd let you guys get some free stuff from her job. she'd still be right next door to you, waking you up the next morning to get you ready for school. she'd tell toby to get out your room, to stop touching under your clothes and to stop leaving marks all over you. it hurt to press at them during recess, sitting against the wall of the school.

everyone played, and you could only imagine running away from home. never taking the bus back. lyra would never pick you up from school again.

during class you'd burst into tears all the time. you were a baby, crying for anyone to see you. to see past your dead sister, to see toby luring you into dad's shed to show you stuff he found. you start crying when he shows you the dead animals. "i-it's gonna be you n-n-next, y/n. if you tell a-anyone, you'll be just-"

he slammed the hatchet down on the poor little bunny. its feet stopped kicking, it stopped squirming. the head slid off the sharp end of the blade, leaving gross stringy muscles and dark blood across the wooden floor. "like that." toby threw the hatchet to the side, making you flinch. you fell to your knees, sniffling.

toby's eyes held no emotion as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his muddied/bloodied/ripped jeans, stepping closer to you.

your bed wetting was chalked up to... lyra's death. your lack of appetite, poor school attendance and participation, overall presence and consciousness... surely it was all about your dead sister. no one cared about you and it was all your fault. that's what toby said at least, and the last thing he said before he went off the rails and lashed out on the rest of the family. he went away for a little bit, and suddenly your skin was free of bruises and scratches, your parents saw you smiling.

and when toby came back, it was like your little life had been sucked out of you again. you were refusing showers, change of clothes, food, light, water, air, living.

you wished it was you instead of lyra. toby liked her more. he would have never done this to her.

"please, toby, i can't..." he was already tugging off your skirt as soon as your parents left you two upstairs. his cold hands ran up and down your bare legs and touched you between your thighs. he sniffed your hair, shakily breathing into your ear. he waited so long. pretended to be better for so long.

his fingers tasted like iron around your tongue. you two share the nail and skin biting habit. this was all your fault.

years after she died, years after you died alongside her, residing in toby's relentless grasp of your bones and every fiber of your being, he finally snapped on all of you. he threatened to kill dad, mom stayed back looking in horror. you sat in the middle. mom looked at you for once. she ran to the bathroom and threw up, then forced your dad to throw toby out. never let him come back. he's sick, perverted, psycho.

that night your curtains were on fire. mom and dad were no where to be found. 3 men dragged you out of your room and into the shed, ripping you apart and burning you too from the inside. you knew one was toby. you could tell by the way he slammed your head into the blood soaked wooden floor. it was sticky and crawling with maggots. splinters needled into your knees, small body barely able to hold yourself up as your brother showed no mercy. he grunted into your ear saying dirty words, the other two masked men watching silently, coldly.

you screamed and retched, begging falling on deaf, disinterested ears. you watched your house engulf in flames, reflecting in your glazed over eyes.

lyra would kill toby for what he's done in the name of grief. this was just how he was. what he became. he finally found a good enough excuse. you were just a little girl. the baby of the family. you had no time to dream about your sisters return, only to fear your brother's. he shackled you up in the shed, starving you for days before coming back for you again. he poked your spine and turned you over to face him. his hatchet, rusted over and caked in dirt and blood, in his gloved hands.

soon enough you'd melt between the floor boards, seep into the earth below you. you'd drip down every layer of the earth, and you'd meet your big sister at the core. you'd shoot back into the sky with enough force to burn toby's skin off and enough to break all his bones and rip out his organs through the gaps of his evil soul. you'd be a butterfly, the sky, a bunny, headless in a filthy, reeking shed. over and over again for eternity. toby would never suffer, he'd kill anyone before they get the chance. he'd have friends that help him get away with it. he'll get away with much worse after doing this, killing his own sister.

tears poured over the bridge of your nose as you braced for impact, heaving into your arms. a faux sense of protection. even if your weak arms covered your neck, he'd have more fun cutting right through them anyways. he told you he always hated you. that he was just saving you from a lifetime of pain anyways. all with a smile on his face, hole in his cheek. not that you were listening. there was a knock on the door, then a slam to the floor. then another. and another, another, until your bones were chipping away and your brains were splattering on his boots and the walls and spreading your pollen all over the field and growing white flowers through the cracks in the floor. lyra pushes your hair out of your face, a sad look in her eyes.

she asks you if toby hurt your feelings, and you can only close your eyes and melt into her touch. clouds overtake you, and she's carrying you to your bed after falling asleep on the couch. she lays you in a dirt pile and tucks you in. toby throws his head back as he relieves himself over you one last time- not actually the last, he'll be back to visit your grave. he'll leave some flowers in your mouth and tummy and laugh himself to death. not before wilting everyone around him, cutting every limb off until his axe splits, desire insatiate until everyone feels what he feels.

you lay with hands over your chest in a dress your family bought you for your birthday. you tell lyra to stay a bit longer, to not go out driving in this weather. you are grown up and tell her everything before it happens. toby lunges at you with a knife and kills you anyways. in every way, every universe, he stops you from ever telling.

#ticci toby dark fic #creepypasta dark fic #tw.rape #tw.violence #tw inc*st #tw.abuse #tw gross

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cl00udyyanan · 2 years

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HII! could i req a cyno x reader, he gets jealous or somth? 🙁 idek i just want cyno.,😭😭😭🙁🙁🙁🙁😭‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i don't know much about cyno so pls forgive if this is ooc

sickening gaze

synopsis: tighnari has all of your attention while you help him, and cyno is feeling some type of way

warning: jealousy, slight possesion maybe, cyno being rude abt tigharni, tighnari lowkey hitting on your

characters: cyno x reader, tigharni

notes: cyno is so petty in this like hello,, i hope this came out okay i enjoyed writing this. it was either tigharni or alhathaim but, i didn't feel like keeping up with writing two pessimistic characters. tighnari kinda out of place tho im on cyno’s side

IM SORRY THIS IS BAD

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with eyes trained onto you like a hawk, the general mahamatra was shooting daggars from his irises, cursing both you and tighnari. cyno was leant against a tall tree, bark poking into his back, arms crossed and biting his lip. he was hiding behind the lush greenery wanting nothing more than to leave this damn forest and just take you home; to have you all alone with you only focused on him. tighnari was hunched over on the ground, an arm loosely splayed on your back with his other holding a small roll of bandages. whilst walking with your boyfriend, you had ran into tighnari with a little bunny who was bleeding so you had offered to help. you took the bandaids from him and rolled it around the white furred creature, he cooed at the animal softly as you did so.

"who knew you were so sweet with such creatures?" tighnari spoke as he pet the bunny, trying to get it to relax. his curious gaze came to face you. you let out a small chuckle.

"oh... you know, i had a couple bunnies growing up so i guess i know some things." you looked up to him, wide eyed, "its kinda weird how often you come across injured bunnies."

"is that so? well no wonder, you’re as cute as this one here..." his hand went from the small bunny to your chin, lifting your face towards him with a whisk of his finger.

cyno could kill him with no remorse, the way tighnari was touching you so comforting should be illegal. how could he be so okay with doing such a thing in front of him?

this was supposed to be a nice walk in the forest with just you and him, he was finally mustering the courage to hold your hand and here you were cuddle and google eyed with this dope. of course cyno didn't say anything, as you were helping a poor bunny and he didn't want to seem possessive. yet when his own friend touched you so tenderly he had an urge to pull out his pole arm and smack his fox friend on the head with it.

you patched the creature up, and tighnari held him in his arms like a small baby. he heard a grunt that he had looked up over to the white hair man sulking over by a long tree. cyno's brown cheeks were a dark shade and his red eyes were staring down at the grass. his foot grazing the ground back and forth idley. the archer turned to you, watching you dust the loose grass and sand off of your knees before he spoke,

"whats wrong with him?" he asked quietly. you looked up, head waving back and forth before you landed on your boyfriend who imitated that of a child casted away in the corner. you shrugged and tapped tigharni on the shoulder, telling him you'd be back.

cyno saw your shadow approaching him from the grass, he kept his eyes down, refusing to look you in the face. his breathing became irregular and his stomach felt like it was swirling up a concoction. you stood infront of him, a mischevious smile on you face before you lent down to get in his point of view.

"cyno?" you quipped, waving your hand in his face, he snapped his head away, pointing to the other direction. oh, so he wants to catch an attitude. "fine, i'll just spend the rest of my walk with tighnari." you whirled away, not letting his petty feelings bother you, but before your fore foot could even land to the ground, the snow haired boy grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, "no." he said softly, his ruby eyes peering softly at yours.

he held you for a while, not saying anything. slightly embarassed, you turned back around to find your friend, seeing he got the picture and had distanced himself away, playing with the bunny. cyno grabbed your chin and pulled it to him, "why do you keeping seeking him, focus on me." you laughed at him, was he getting all this worked up over tighnari, really?

"sweetie, calm down okay? it snothing like that i swear, he's your friend don't be like that. you haven't even said hi to him this whole time."

"he doesn't deserve it." he muttured as he got from the tree with you hand in his, slightly tugging it like he’s trying to get you to start walking in the other direction. you let him take you, considering your work with tighnari was done with, though you felt bad to leave him with no parting words.

cyno had taken you deep into the forest, before he stopped suddenly. he leaned into your face, eyes pondering yours. he pulled your hand to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his hand around your waist, bringing you in by the middle of your back, kissing your plush cheeks.

“whats wrong with you?”

“..you smell like him.” he pouted, hands prancing along your jawline, as he continued to smother you with his lips

“you’re so weird.”

“im weird? i thought i was cyno.”

you bit your lips, holding back a chuckle because that joke was not funny at all. yet you fell a victim to him when his gentle eyes looked at you so lovingly. even the worst of his jokes could get you to crack this way. he softly placed his lips on yours, taking in your sweet scent. he looked into your eyes softly, his cheeks still flushed.

“...you love me?” he muttured.

“of course i do...” nuzzling into his chest, taking in his warm scent of sand, wood and musk. strong built arms carressing your lower back, pulling you into him ever so tight, like if he let you go, you’d slip away.

“good” he pecked your forehead, resting his chin upon the crown of your head. you relished in this sweet moment in his arms, knowing that all though he can be a bit rash, he only loves you so.

little did you know he was wide eye staring at tighnari from a mile way, the two of them swearing eachother out with only eyes alone. how sweet.

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hells-greatest-performers · 3 months

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Somebody go get the princess

Calliope

By @bunny-is-cute

The forest loomed dense and dark around Alastor as he wandered its winding paths, each step carrying a sense of unease that had nagged at him for days. His hand rested protectively over his slightly rounded belly, a constant reminder of the new life growing within him. Yet, despite this profound connection, a gnawing sensation of forgetfulness persisted, like an itch just out of reach.

Alastor's senses were keen, honed from years of navigating both the earthly and the supernatural. So when he first picked up the faint strains of circus-like music on the edges of his hearing, he paused. The melody was whimsical, enchanting, and altogether out of place in the quiet, brooding forest. Driven by curiosity and a subconscious need to uncover what he'd forgotten, he followed the sound.

The deeper he ventured, the thicker the air became with magic. The trees seemed to part for him, guiding him toward the source of the music. Soon, he found himself standing before a house seemingly grown from the forest itself. The structure was a masterpiece of natural architecture: branches wove together to form walls and windows, leaves created a lush, green roof, and the entire edifice pulsed with a life of its own.

The music was louder here, spilling from the house in waves. Alastor felt a shiver run down his spine as he brushed past the protective wards that tingled against his skin, making his fur stand on end. Whoever lived here had powerful magic at their disposal, yet the wards parted for him as if recognizing his presence.

With a mix of trepidation and determination, he knocked on the door. It swung open almost immediately, revealing a small child with unruly blonde hair, a white face with red circles on her cheeks. The poor dear looked tired and filthy. She gazed up at him with wide, expectant eyes, and for a moment, Alastor's breath caught in his throat.

"Hello," she said, her voice sweet and clear. “Um…why are you here?” She was defensive, using the door as a shield.

Alastor blinked, trying to reconcile the child's familiar yet foreign face with his own fragmented memories. Then he heard the music once more.

“I heard the music. May I come in?”

Shyly, she stepped aside, motioning for him to enter.

He hesitated only a moment before crossing the threshold into the house. The interior was bare, filled with the scent of pine and the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. No furniture, but there was blood on the floor and fresh dead animals in the corner along with some hunting tools.

The music continued to play, now accompanied by the gentle hum of the forest outside. Alastor's eyes roamed the room, taking in the details.

"You don't remember me, do you?" the child asked, her voice tinged with sadness.

Alastor knelt down to her level, searching her face for clues. "I'm sorry, little one," he said softly. "I feel like I should know you, but I don't..."

The child's expression brightened with determination. "I'm Calliope. And it’s fine that you don’t remember me. It’s my fault after all…I erased myself from you and Daddy’s memories along with everyone’s memories.”

A wave of guilt and sorrow crashed over Alastor as the memories began to surface. “You…made me forget you? But why? Was I a terrible parent?”

Calliope turned her head, “no! It wasn’t that…I was trying to prove a point…that all love was conditional. And I was right…because you didn’t recognize me or love me instinctively!”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he reached out to touch Calliope's cheek. "Calliope..."

Calliope threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, crying, “Papa I love you! I love you unconditionally! There’s no one else I would rather have as a Papa!”

Alastor held her close, feeling the weight of years with his child flooding back to him. Her birth…all of her firsts…his baby…his…

“My Voodoo Doll…” Alastor said quietly with realization.

The music in the background seemed to swell with warmth, filling the room with a sense of reunion.

"Tell me everything," he said, pulling back to look at her. "I want to know what’s happened in these last few months."

Calliope's face lit up as she began to talk, her words tumbling out in an excited rush. She spoke of her adventures in the forest, the friends she had made among the animals and the trees, and the magic she had learned to wield. Alastor listened intently, marveling at her spirit and resilience.

As they talked, Alastor's unease began to fade, replaced by a profound sense of connection. He realized that this moment, this reunion, was what he had been missing.

“Calliope…let’s go home and get you washed up and then we can have your favorite dinner.”

Calliope smiled, genuinely smiled, and hugged Alastor, “Thanks Papa..”

#hells greatest performers au #hazbin hotel #alastor #calliope morningstar #calliope #music #fanfic #Alastor remembers Calliope #papa and daughter reunited #calliope has to understand what unconditional love was #only took her 2 months

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multiwreckedmess · 2 years

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February Filth Fest - Day 18

Pairing: Changbin x gn!reader (I will explain below cut) Prompt: femdom (kinda) WC: 2.4k Summary: basically pwop. Changbin’s had a stressful few months and what better way is there to release that stress than some good no-thinking time. TW/CW: dom!reader, sub!Changbin, like two light thigh slaps, orgasm denial, begging, trained positions, Changbin called variations of “bunny/bun”, reader called “Miss”, restraints, breeding kink, unprotected penetration

I’ve very deliberately not described the reader too much so that despite being labeled femdom the only fem specific this is the title used. If you are okay with “Miss” as a title, this fic should be safe for you to read!

“Attention!” Changbin’s arms snap to his sides, pinned by the invisible force of his training. Eyes focused forward he waits, trying to contain his entire body vibrating with excitement. He hears you before he sees you, stilettos clacking against the wooden floorboards. Appearing out of his periphery, he tenses, holding his position with perfect form. Nothing less than expected from him. “Wait!” He relaxes slightly, hands held behind his back, legs spread wide, weight balanced equally between them. “My quick little bunny is eager today isn’t he?” You coo. “Was it a hard couple weeks of promotions?” Changbin nods briefly but fiercely. It had been a long few months. Touring, fansigns, interviews, promotions, new stages, new choreography. All things he loved about his job. No matter how much you love something, it can wear on you. It wasn’t even those parts individually, it was all the thinking surrounding them. The planning, the meetings, the need to manage every waking moment. He just didn’t want to anymore. He wanted to just relax. He wanted you. “Yes, miss.” “Let me see you my poor bun,” you squish he cheeks lightly, accentuating his little pout. “Inspect!” Every motion is rote. Arms and hand snapping up to behind his head offering access to every inch of his body. Waiting for you to meticulously combe over every inch of him. “Bun! Look at those biceps!” At eye level his hulking shoulders and arms were the first thing you noticed. Finger tracing over hills and valleys carved by years of dedication you brush over the trained muscle. “You worked so hard, you must’ve grown at least a centimeter!” you beam at him. Changbin fights the breening grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Yes Miss. I have. Thank you Miss.” Smoothly stroking your way down over his collarbone you pull the pretty pink leather harness he’d picked out for the night. It digs in as you yank it, already fitted taut to him, making its own indents in his flesh. Following the line of inspection you slip your first finger between the matching collar and his neck, not too loose, not too tight. “Good job fitting yourself today my smart little bun bun! And with such a nice color, a beautiful set for a beautiful boy.” “Thank you Miss, I hoped you’d like it, Miss.

Of all the parts of Changbin you liked, material and immaterial, his chest was in the top three. It was difficult even for you to remain in character as you cupped his pecs. Your lizard brain needed to lick him. Bite him. Make him squeal with delight as you worship his sizable chest. Inspection was not the time for this. Instead you ignored your instincts, opting to pet his cute stomach. “Don’t worry bun, you know it would be a punishment for you and me if that was all you were getting.” Tracing his belly button he whimpers, already at half mast and quickly growing, pressing against his baby pink boxer briefs. Don’t do it, he thinks to himself over and over, stand still, let Miss take control. Miss knows best. If you’re a good boy, Miss will reward you. Unlike fate and daily life, Miss was always fair. Eyes crossing with effort, Changbin whines as you play with him over his underwear. “Baby bun is so responsive today, being such a good boy for Miss aren’t you?” “Yes Miss, I’m a good boy for you, Miss.” Changbin nearly barks out as though addressed by a drill instructor. His sudden volume is cute, nerves wound almost as tight as his muscles. “Wait!” Changbins arms relax once more, placed behind his back. “You’re in excellent condition as expected!” You let your hands wander your strong man. ”But, bun bun…I checked in with your trainer…you’ve been skipping cardio again.” You tut, slapping his thigh. He doesn’t flinch, eyes closing briefly with a heavy sigh as you rub the reddening flesh. “Is that what a good bunny boy does?” Changbin hesitates, wishing there was a good excuse or something that could get him out of his allotted punishment. You swat his thigh again, the sting only momentary but enough to earn a small yelp from him. “No, Miss! I just didn’t want to do it!” “Oh my sweet Binnie…cardio is so good for your stamina. Don’t you want to endure well for me?” “Yes Miss.” “So, what sort of punishment fits a bunny who doesn’t do his training as requested?” Changbin hated when you did this. Making him pick his punishment was almost worse than receiving the punishment itself. Requiring him to think when you already had something picked. “...spanking?” He asks hopefully. You laugh, shaking your head. Somehow Changbin knew that was not the answer you were looking for but had decided to say it anyway. “Oh bun, you know that’s hardly a punishment for you! Besides, how will that help your stamina? No, you’re going to be a good toy for Miss today.” Changbins eyes flick to the bed, restraints already set in place. Four tethers at the headboard and one at the foot of the bed. He knew what that meant. He’d have to wait to cum. Not that he would cum without your permission during your play sessions but you’d make it difficult this time. “Bed! Back!” Obedient as ever he clambers to the center of the bed, lying on his back staring, waiting for your next move. It doesn’t take long, slipping yourself under his torso. Changbin is like a weighted blanket, warm and heavy and soft. Having him propped against you between your thighs you could easily lavish praise in his ear to work him up.

Beginning by gently squeezing his pecs, you slowly slide the pads of each of your fingers over his nipples, listening for his sharp inhalation. Pinching and pulling the pebbled nubs Changbin becomes a whining and squirming puddle in your arms. The buff man reduced to a needy mess as his cock throbs untouched in his underwear. “Thank you Miss. It feels so good Miss,” he whispers, flushed from his neck up. “Strip,” you nuzzle his red ear, soft but stern with him. As he complies you grab the lube and a pink silicone cockring from the bedside.

Cock already angry red and leaking Changbin crawls back to position. Squirting some lubricant into your palm you pump his length, fist just tight enough to spread the liquid evenly, slipping the cockring over his shaft and balls smoothly. Changbin gasps as you slide him into place, chest rising and falling more rapidly as his heart rate elevates. The back of his brain buzzes with need, the fuzz masking over the usual background noise. Slipping one of his arms over the back of your neck your lips latch to his tit, sucking gently at the puffy tender flesh. Tongue tracing soothing circles as your hands lovingly caresses his stiff cock. “Color, bun?” “Green, Miss. Very green.” He whines and strains, head of his dick reddish purple as the blood rushes to his groin. Leaking with precum he twitches in your palm. Hips kicking and twisting you stop everything as he arcs and bows, grunting. “Baby bun, this is your punishment, you know?” “I understand Miss!” He yelps, face twisting as the need to cum washes hot through him. “Kneel.” Knees into the covers he waits, legs parted, palms up. His dick stands proudly jutting out from his body, still twitching and leaking. Pulling his harness away from his skin you clip the o-rings into the restraints at the headboard, securing the second pair to his ankles. Finally you clip the tether at the foot of the bed to his o-ring of his collar, it has the most slack of all of them, only there to remind him he cannot collapse backwards.

Slowly you climb over his thighs, inserting him easily into your hole. He shakes and shivers below you, your tight heat enveloping him completely, pleasantly working his pained erection. “Oh bun, you’re so lucky you have such a fat cock. Feels so good filling me up like this I can’t help myself. I just have to use you like the dumb fucktoy you are.” “Your dumb fucktoy miss,” he burbles, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging loose in a state of bliss. “Such a good stud. My stud. I only let my biggest best bunny breed.” He groans, thighs tensing he can feel his impending climax. But he can’t. He can’t cum yet. His chest tight he knows he can’t cum. If he cums he’ll disappoint you and all he wants is to be good, for you to keep saying nice things about him, for you to keep lavishing praise on him. Lower lip trembling, a tear slips down his cheek. “Miss, I can’t-I can’t-I can’t hold it Miss. Please Miss.”

You nearly jump off him, standing in front of the foot of the bed to watch him struggle. His hips chase you, arms extending sluggishly swinging to grab you. Changbin is stuck, headboard creaking as he fights against the restraints His chest bulges as the harness holds him back, thighs flexed Changbin is upset and when he’s upset he’s loud. Whining and twisting and pouting, cock purple and shiny as he bargains with you. “MIss I need to cum. I need to cum. Please Miss I’ve been so good, haven’t I been so good?” “You should’ve thought of that when you were skipping your stamina training,” you tut. Flexing with all his might, you doubt the structural integrity of the bed frame. You’d had it reinforced but still, the bed in the woodgrain was impressive.

Breathing slowly, you approach him again, running your hands all over him as his muscles relax. “Color, bun?” “Green,” he replies meekly. Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down air. “Kneel.” You pull him forward so the restraints at his back are stretched long, held so that he can only move his hips. Positioning yourself on all fours you back into his cock. Changbin gasps, able to clearly see your tight muscles stretching around him to accommodate his girth. “Mmmhm, you can put your hands on my waist Binnie bun,” you arch your back, “bounce my ass on your cock. Go ahead.” His hands grip, digging into your hips, as he pulls you back and forth. His arms can barely move enough in conjunction with his hips, relaying on you to fuck back into him. He feels so much longer when you fuck in this postion. Almost as though the head of his cock hits your diaphragm with each thrust. Strained grunts and strangled, frustrated, moans escape him as he tries his best to please you. Your ass ripples pleasingly with each stroke, walls eagerly pulling him back in and hesitantly gripping as he retreats. It’s mesmerizing to Changbin. The steady tempo has him in a trance, almost unaware of his lower belly tensing, preparing to release.

But you are very aware, pulling yourself forward as his hands scramble to pull you back onto him. His hips still thrusting into the cool air. He lets out a single distressed dry sob, closed fist beating his chest. His cock looks so full that if you flicked it, it might pop in a shower of cum. The skin taut and shiny and purple. Tracing your fingertips under his sharp jaw you coo. “Oh bun, don’t be sad. You’ve been so good!” As you stroke your fingertips languidly down his spine he shivers, eyes rolling back. “I’ll let you breed me this time okay bun?” Changbin’s heart leaps in his chest, pained face turning bright. “Really Miss? You mean it? I’ve been good?” You chuckle, mounting him. “Yes baby, you’ve been good. Now you may please and breed me as you want.” You unclip his harness, letting the restraints fall to the bed, weaving your hands between the leather straps. His hips stutter, unsure for a second of how long he will last. Changbin rubs his face into your shoulder, he wants to make each second count. He has to make each second count. He knows he’s just at the brink but it feels so good to be wound so tight. Gripping onto your shoulders to leverage his hips, he snaps against you brutally, mindlessly pummeling into your heat like a man possessed. “Breed me. That’s it, breed me. Go ahead, fuck me full, you deserve it. “ Grunting and groaning his chest rumbles against yours, cumming violently as your walls flutter around him. He can’t stop now, spine burning with overstimulation. Damn the refractory period, you’re letting him have you and he’s going to take full advantage. Hips pinned up as he leans forward, his jackhammering hits you directly each time, stomach bulging out as he passes. Slick with cum and sweat, the percussive slap of skin on skin fill the room. Mind blank he cums again as you climax, fluids leaking from you, spilling onto his pelvis, coating him in a clear sheen. “My good bun, my good sweet bun, you did so well bun. Fucked me so good, so full.” You mutter, hips still pushed up beneath him. His cock continues cumming, streaking your walls white with painful spurts. Rolling to the side you pull him from you with a pop, sliding the cockring off his wilting member. “One last step, my bunny. One last,” you reassure the broken man, your own vision still swimming. Unclipping his ankles and undoing the clasp of his collar, he is free to relax fully. Exhausted but pleased he floats happily in the plush bed. Changbin knows for certain that today, he did a good job.

I will be looping back for the ones I missed, I was just really excited to write sub!changbin. Something about a buff man groveling really does it for me.

#changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #seo changbin smut #sub!idol #sub!changbin #dom!reader #february filth fest

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kas-eddie-munson · 1 year

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Discord drabble for the prompt 'toast!' Just some short and sweet Buckingham fluff, rated G ^^

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Robin knocked on the door, and looked down at her shirt, pulling at the bottom and adjusting it. She looked around the hallway and ran her fingers through her hair. The door opened.

"Hi! Oh my gosh I'm glad you made it!"

Chrissy smiled at her, warm and gorgeous as ever. Robin tried to smile back and hide her nerves as Chrissy motioned her into the apartment and pulled her into a hug. Robin was going to die.

"Before we head out, I actually have someone I want you to meet."

Chrissy grabbed her hand, (again, Robin was going to die today,) and pulled Robin towards a door with a baby gate in front of it. Chrissy opened the door and the two girls looked inside. It was a bedroom. The floor was covered in small objects - toilet paper rolls with what looked like grass stuffed in the ends, cardboard boxes, a litter box with more grass in it. She looked to Chrissy, who seemed a bit nervous.

"I guess I should have asked before… Are you okay with animals? You don't have any allergies or anything, do you?"

Robin shook her head. "No, I'm all good. Who am I meeting exactly?"

Chrissy smiled again and opened the baby gate, ushering them both inside, and instructed Robin to sit down next to her on the floor as she closed the gate again.

Robin's heart burst as a small black and white bunny popped its head out from under the bed. He looked like he was wearing a little suit, and his nose did this cute little twitch twitch twitch as he breathed. Robin held out a hand and the bunny tentatively hopped over to sniff her fingers. She looked over to Chrissy, who was beaming at her.

"Robin, meet Toast! I had a feeling he'd like you."

Chrissy rummaged through a plastic storage bin next to her.

"Would you like to give him a treat?" She asked.

"Oh my God, do I get to feed a carrot to a bunny???" Robin didn't think she could possibly be more attracted to this girl, but the fact that she had a pet rabbit was possibly the cutest thing she'd ever heard of.

Chrissy giggled. "Actually, can I tell you a secret?"

Robin nodded vigorously.

"Bunnies actually don't like carrots very much."

Robin gasped.

"But… do you want to know what they go absolutely nuts for?"

"What?"

Chrissy pulled something out of the bin and held it behind her back, giggling again.

"Bananas!" She presented a banana with a flourish, and unpeeled it.

Robin squeaked and took the banana from Chrissy, heart skipping a beat as their fingers brushed. She held out the banana to Toast, who sure enough perked up when he saw it. He lifted his head up to reach it, sitting on his back legs like a little person. Robin laughed and Toast shuffled forward, putting his little front paws on her knee to reach it better.

The two girls went out for smoothies later. It was the most fun she'd ever had on a first date, between the laughter and the sunshine and the bunny that kicked it off. But Robin had a feeling the real reason everything felt so right was because Chrissy was the one she shared it with.

#buckingham #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #st ficlet #st drabble #stwgdailyprompt #fluff #stranger things fic #my writing #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham

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jeongyeonluvr · 1 year

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baby!jihyo having a bad day and just wanting to be snuggled by cg!2yeon :((

-🦝

Snuggles

first request lol, hope you like it 🫶

cg!Nayeon/Jeongyeon little!Jihyo

•TW: accidental cut, panic attack, mama!Nayeon dada!Jeongyeon

Jihyo didn't mean for it to happen. Frankly, she didn't know how it happened. All she knew was that she managed to cut herself on her hand on accident.

All of a sudden, Jihyo couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening, it shouldn't be happening. Why did this have to happen right now?! Jihyo felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She slowly sunk down next to the bathroom stalls and cried quietly. Cold fear made its way through her body. Jihyo let out a little gasp for air.

"Jihyo?"

Jihyo looked up and stared at none other than Hirai Momo. "Ji? What's going on, you okay?" Momo asked, kneeling in front of the crying girl. Jihyo tried to get the words out, but it wasn't working. All she could let out were choked sobs. "Woah, woah, breathe Jihyo. Remember to breathe. You want me to call anyone?" Momo asked.

Jihyo sniffled and nodded, her breathing going back to normal. "Okay. Okay, that's okay. Who am I calling?" Momo asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "M-Mom." Jihyo said quietly. Momo nodded and called Mrs. Park without a second thought. Jihyo watched and cried a little more, regressing more and more by the minute.

Momo was on the phone for a good minute.

Once she took the phone from her ear, she looked at Jihyo with sympathy. "Jihyo...your mom didn't answer. Do you know anyone else I should call that could help you?" Momo asked softly. Jihyo sniffled and nodded. "N-Nayeon, Jeongyeon..." Jihyo said quietly. Momo nodded and dialed Nayeon’s number as quick as she could.

Thankfully, Nayeon answered within seconds.

"Hello? Who is this?" Nayeon asked. "Hi! Uh, I'm Momo, Hirai Momo and something happened to Jihyo and she's crying, and she wants you and Jeongyeon, and I don't know what to do!" Momo rambled.

"Momo, Momo, slow down. What's going on exactly?" Nayeon said calmly. "Jihyo needs you and Jeongyeon, like a lot." Momo said in a more steady voice this time. "Is she alright?" Nayeon asked, a little more frantically. "I-I don't know!" Momo yelled into the phone. "Jeongyeon and I will be there in a few minutes. Where are you two?" Nayeon asked. "The girls room." Momo said nervously. "Tell her we’re on our way." Nayeon said in a calm, motherly voice.

"Gotcha." Momo said, hanging up. "Uh, Nayeon is on her way, Jeongyeon as well. Need anything while we wait?" Momo asked, sitting next to Jihyo. "B-Bunny..” Jihyo whimpered. "Bunny?" Momo asked. Jihyo nodded and held her hand tightly. "Hey...what's that?" Momo asked softly. "Boo boo.." Jihyo muttered. Momo nodded, not quote understanding what was going on.

Just then, Im Nayeon and Yoo jeongyeon came running in. "Momo? What's-" Jeongyeon started, but then she saw the state Jihyo was in. "Hey, hey, sweetie." Nayeon started. "What's going on? Can you tell me what happened?" Nayeon asked softly. Jihyo whimpered and jamp into Jeongyeon’s arms.

Jeongyeon immediately wrapped her arms around Jihyo and rocked her. The older woman gently combed a hand through Jihyo’s short hair and kissed her head. "It's alright sweetheart. It's alright, you're alright. Everything's okay." Jeongyeon said softly. Jihyo cried into Jeongyeon and held her tight. Nayeon scanned over Jihyo, lifting her head and having a quick glance before the girl gets more fussy. She didn’t notice anything untill she looked down and seen Jihyo cradling her hand with a cut agenst her stomach.

"Oh sweet girl...it's alright, it's just a little cut. Here, I'll take care of it." Nayeon said. She'd packed a few bandages beforehand in case Jihyo needed it. A mama was always prepared.

Nayeon quickly disinfected the cut, Jeongyeon shushing Jihyo’s whimpers and keeping her head close to her chest as Nayeon quickly bandaged the cut up. "There we go. See? All better." Nayeon said, placing a kiss on the bandage.

Momo stared at the three, a shocked expression on her face. She didn't understand how Nayeon and Jeongyeon had just known what to do. "Bunny." Jihyo mumbled. "What's that baby?" Jeongyeon asked softly. "Bunny." Jihyo said, pointing to her bag. Momo quickly dug through the bag and pulled out a soft pink bunny. Jihyo perked up at the sight and made grabby hands for the rabbit.

Momo smiled a little and handed the kid her toy. "Jihyo, can you tell us how old you are?" Nayeon asked. Jihyo thought for a minute and held up three fingers proudly. "You're three? Such a big girl!" Jeongyeon said, making Jihyo giggle and blush. "Now. Do you want to go home, or to mine and Dada’s house for a bit?" Nayeon asked.

"Hmmm... your house!" Jihyo chirped, sliding out of Jeongyeon’s lap. "My house it is sweetheart." Nayeon smiled. Momo was able to grab Jihyo’s stuff and walked over to Jeongyeon. "Um so what exactly is-" Momo started. "It's called age regression. It's where the mind reverts to a younger age." Jeongyeon said. Momo nodded, handing Jihyo’s stuff to jeongyeon. "If you guys are ever needing any help I’m always here.”

Nayeon looked over and gave her a sweet smile. "Thank you honey, but we’re okay for the now." Jeongyeon said with a smile. "Mama!" Jihyo yelled. Nayeon chuckled a bit. "Jihyo, shhh, we need to use our inside voices, honey." Jeongyeon said with a soft, motherly smile. "Oh. M’ sowwy." Jihyo giggled.

Jeongyeon gently lifted Jihyo up and kissed her cheek.“Wan snuggles Dada!” Jihyo whined. “You’ll get them when we’re home baby.” Jeongyeon promised.

#mazzy stuff 🦦#🦝anön #age regression #agere little #kpop agere #little space #sfw agere #agere post #agere twice #little!jihyo

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Unlikely familiar - Chapter 10

Pairing: God Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Magic/royal AU, fluff, romance, soulmates, falling in love, God Levi, mentions of blood and fighting.

Concept: Levi leaves you to go free the goddess Freya. While back at your home, Freja attacks with some soldiers but you fight back and Levi returns in time. You and Levi have a nice day together just being romantic.

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You made a circle of chalk and began drawing rune symbols. You muttered under your breath in the old language as you set up the circle. You picked up the salt, tapped the bag against your head, and kept up the spell. You lined the circle with special salt and sat back as you observed your work. You placed four candles in the four corners to symbolize the four elements.

You placed a few offerings down and began muttering under your breath. You closed your eyes and focused hard as the wind started rushing around you. You flinched when you heard Levi say your name. You opened your eyes, lowered your arms, and looked at your husband. You smiled softly as he looked you over.

Levi walked closer. “What are you doing, little spell bunny?”

You hummed. “I’m trying to find the goddess Freya who was locked away like you.”

“Cute. You’re very lovely to do this, but it is getting cold now. Winter is on its way.” He knelt. “Our babies will be due in a few months.”

You rubbed your belly with a soft smile on your face. “Babies…”

“They’re due in April, right?”

You hummed a laugh. “Spring babies.”

He took your hand and held it a little. “Liana and Evan. They’ll be perfect.”

You kissed Levi’s hand. “They will, now I need to find Freya.”

Levi shifted into the circle. “Allow me to help. We’ll find her together.” He wrapped his arms around you and started chanting with you. “Love, put all your feelings into this.”

You closed your eyes. “Got it!”

Levi massaged your waist to make your feelings ignite. He smiled as your powers increased. He kissed your neck and felt his power rise inside him. He felt a link was being formed inside him. He frowned a little when he felt as if his soul was flying over the land until it came to a stop. He saw where Freya was locked up and knew just how to get there. He was ripped back to reality when you squealed in delight.

You turned to face your man. “We found her!”

Levi chuckled. “We did.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “What are we going to do? If we both go this place will be left unattended, but we need each other.”

“It’s difficult.”

You ruffled your hair. “Who is more likely to come here and attack?”

Levi growled. “That evil woman.”

“Well, I can face her and I almost killed her. So, I think I’ll stay here and you should go free Freya.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “I don’t want to part.”

“I know, but it has to be done. I can face that witch but you can’t. Next time I see her, I’m killing her.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. “You take such great care of me. Thank you.”

You stood up and sighed. “I know Freya will love to meet you.”

Levi smiled a little. “She’s a good woman.”

“Are you going to be okay with her? She doesn’t look like that evil woman, does she?”

Levi shook his head as he helped you clean up. “No. She has dark ginger hair and her facial features are a lot rounder. She has a motherly face. I’ll be okay.” He cupped your face. “Are you going to be okay?”

You nodded. “I’ll be just fine. You should take someone with you.”

Levi hummed and started walking with you. “Hange might be best. Her crystal abilities could prove useful.”

You stopped in the little town that had been built around Levi’s home and Hange’s castle. You smiled at how busy it was and how many families had moved in. “I’ll start working with Rolf in making defences around here. Erwin will also help.” You looked back at Levi. “Are you going to be okay with just Hange helping?”

“I’ll ask her lover to come with me too.”

You smiled a little. “I feel a bit better now that you have two people with you.”

Levi pouted. “No getting closer to Oleander, Rolf and Erwin while I’m gone.”

You giggled a little. “Promise. You have nothing to worry about though. I love you. I’m married to you and I’m making our two babies. I want you, forever and always.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. He held your hands and felt a vibration of magic move through the two of you. “Be well, my darling spell bunny. Know that I am always with you. Just call upon me and I will return to you, okay?”

You hummed in response. “I promise.”

“Good girl.” He kissed you and smiled. “We may be married, but I am still your familiar. You can call upon me whenever you need me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” He kissed you again before walking over to Hange and her love. “Hange? I need to borrow you and Alyssa. We have a mission.”

Hange tilted her head. “What are we doing?”

“We’re going to free Freya.”

“Oh, wonderful!” She leapt around and twirled. “I am so excited.”

He let out a long sigh as he looked over at you talking to Erwin. “Mm.”

Hange leaned and looked at Levi. “She will be just fine here. Besides, she’s already proven to you that she can fight. She almost killed that evil woman, remember? She’ll be just fine.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed again and accepted everything. “Get your lover and we’ll head out. I will say my last goodbyes.” Levi drifted over to you as if a magnet pulled him.

You smiled at Erwin and nodded as he talked. You gasped when you felt a familiar strong body bump against yours. You giggled as loving arms wrapped around you. “Hello, Levi.”

Levi kissed your shoulder. “I will be going soon. I just wanted one last cuddle.”

Erwin chuckled. “I bet you are worrying about her. I can assure you that she will be just fine here. My wife and I will look after her and she is rather capable.”

“I know, I just love her so much and want to protect her.”

“You two are such a cute couple.” He leaned a little and nodded. “Your escorts have arrived.”

Levi turned you and kissed you. “I will return in a few hours with a Goddess.”

You cupped his face. “I believe in you.”

“And I you.” He kissed you one last time before walking over to Hange. “Let’s go.” He looked over at you and waved as his black shadows wrapped around him, Hange and Alyssa. He sighed when you disappeared from view and then a vast land appeared. “She’s here somewhere.”

Hange hummed as she looked out at the land. “Big area.”

Alyssa crouched and placed her hand on the ground. “I’m reading the earth.” She frowned a little. “I feel something.”

Levi placed his hand on her back. “Let me give you a blessing, it should increase your power.”

She gasped as her eyes widened. “Oh, I think I know where they have her locked up.”

Levi hummed as he received the message. “I see where it is. I’m guessing you both can’t fly.”

Hange grinned. “You can always carry us.”

He groaned before scooping Hange and her lover under each arm. “Fine.”

Hange laughed. “This is amazing!”

Alyssa giggled. “We should do this more often.”

Levi sighed as he lifted into the air. “No, we won’t.” He flew across the land as his eyes looked over everything. He hummed when he saw the spot where Freya was. He was surprised at how the place looked. There was a beautiful wooden canopy made with flags and flowers over where Freya was under. “I think someone knows she’s here, or something.” He landed and released the two ladies and sighed. “It might be someone who can’t use magic.”

Hange ran over to the land and hummed. “Possibly. There are offerings here.”

“Might be the last of her worshippers.”

All flinched when they heard a crashing of pottery. All three turned to see a woman in white with a flower crown looking a little emotional. She bowed deeply. “We have been blessed! Our saviour has arrived. You will awaken our goddess again.”

Levi frowned a little. “Was there a prophecy?”

“Freya has been talking to us ladies of the forest. She has let us know through years of trying to communicate that a God filled with love would save her.”

Hange chuckled. “He is deeply filled with love for his wife, that’s for sure. I suppose we should awaken Freya.”

Levi hummed in response as he looked at the ground. “She’s here all right. You’ll need my power to break the chains upon her. Start the summoning circle, both of you.”

Hange winked at her lover then the two started making a circle on the floor. As they placed offerings around and lined them with salt and candles, there was a gathering of women formed. There was no hate or evil in the air, but simply love and excitement. The women started chanting and adding a small amount of magic to the summoning. Hange held hands with her lover and started chanting with her as their magic mixed so perfectly. Their familiars, a squirrel and a stoat, ran around in the air above them to generate as much magic from nature as possible.

The ground inside the circle lit up as the air rushed around inside it. The dirt cracked revealing light under the ground. Golden chains shot out at people. Levi twisted and grabbed all the chains together. He growled and yanked on them hard and pulled Freya out of her prison. He growled and slammed his palm into the chains and make them obliterate.

Levi looked at the chains turning to gold water before looking over at Freya as she placed her hand on her neck and looked up at Levi with tear-filled eyes. He took her in and saw she was a very motherly figure. Her hair was dark ginger with braids, beads and flowers. Her hands and arms had tattoos on them. Her eyes held a haunting look of pain and relief. He watched her well up and let out a loud pained scream.

Freya screamed and cried for a while before she started to relax. “Heimdall.”

Levi knelt before her. “Tch, he did the same to me.”

Freya looked up at Levi. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not to blame. He saw that he would lose everything to me and you would help me. So, he locked us both away but what he didn’t expect was-.”

“Your soulmate.” She touched Levi’s neck where the familiar bond was. “You found each other.”

“I did.”

Freya smiled softly. “I am glad.”

Levi took Freya’s hands. “Heimdall is after my wife and he’s using a mage to help him. The mage is trying to be a fake version of you. We need your power to help us.”

Freya stumbled to her feet. “I need to regain my powers slowly, but I want to help you. Heimdall messed with the wrong Goddess. I should have known that egotistical prick would have done something like this.” She looked at the ladies gathered and smiled. “I should talk to my followers and bless them. I will be with you three soon.”

Hange jumped to her feet. “I can’t believe we’ve freed the great goddess Freya.”

Alyssa hugged her lover. “It’s amazing.”

Levi hummed and walked away from everyone and stopped for a moment. He inhaled deeply and tuned into the world around him. He reached out and looked at his palm as a shadow version of you appeared. He smiled as the shadow hugged his thumb tightly and kissed. He let out a long sigh as he began to miss you terribly.

Freya stood at Levi’s side. “You wish to return to her.”

Levi nodded. “I do, but we’re not ready to go back because you need more power.”

“You need your wife and your wife needs you.”

“Thank you.” Levi clutched his chest and gasped. “What…my…my curse is breaking…” He softly said your name. “We need to get back. I think my wife is fighting the one who cursed me and is about to kill them.”

You let out a long sigh as Levi disappeared into the black shadows with your two friends. You turned to Erwin with a pout. “I miss him.”

Erwin patted your head. “I have just the thing to cure your sadness.”

“Nothing can cure it.”

He chuckled. “Kat? Activate the happy weapon.”

Kat lifted her daughter Lilly. “Attack!”

You gasped and took Lilly. “Baby.” You held her close and smiled. “She’s perfect.” You pulled faces at Lilly making her laugh hard. “I can’t wait for you to meet your new friends.” You pressed her cute nose. “You must wait until April.”

“I’m sure she can manage.”

You hummed a laugh. “She’s so beautiful.” You tickled her cheek. “She looks tired.” You handed her over to Kat. “I think it’s nap time.”

Erwin sighed. “That sounds rather nice.”

You hugged yourself. “Both of you should go rest and I’ll keep an eye on the land.”

“Are you sure?”

“You need family time.” You pushed him a little. “Go.” You waved to your friends as they retreated inside a wooden home near yours and Levi’s. You let out a long sigh and thought about your husband. You played with the bracelet that you used for power. “Levi…”

You drifted up into the air and landed on top of the castle. You cast your eyes out on the land Levi loved. You placed your hand on your baby bump and thought about your future and theirs. You thought about your husband and how you’d live a love-filled life. You longed for peace and you knew the only way to get that was to get blood on your hands.

You frowned when you heard someone call your name. You looked down to see Oleander gazing up at you. You floated down and landed in front of him. “Hey, Ole.”

He looked down at you. “I’m going on patrol with Rolf, would you like to come with us?”

“Sure.” You walked at his side and smiled at Rolf waiting. “Hello, Rolf.”

Rolf bowed to you. “Goddess.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re in a good mood.”

“I am! It’s a good day.”

You took him all in to see he had an axe and shield to help him in fighting. “It’s a bit unusual to see a magic user with a weapon.”

“Freja is dangerous. So, we have to be prepared.”

You snarled a little. “She’s weak.”

Oleander cleared his throat. “I understand your words, both of you, but we shouldn’t get excited over ending her life. We need to be focused because excitement can make us sloppy.”

Rolf laughed. “Speaking like a true Captain.”

“I’m not a Captain of that life anymore. I’m just a soldier.” He turned to you. “Sorry if my words were harsh or offensive. Though you are not mine, I don’t want to lose you.”

You rubbed his back. “You won’t lose me. Besides, I am pregnant with two babies and I will fight until the very end for my kids and to live.”

Oleander blushed a little. “You’re right. You’re a goddess. I keep forgetting you are strong now.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s okay. It’s all strange to me as well.”

“You know, you’re going to make a wonderful mother.”

“Thank you.”

Rolf rolled his eyes. “She’s married.”

Oleander blushed. “I know that!”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re both funny.” You looked ahead and saw Freja. “She actually came.” You snarled a little. “I’ll kill her.”

Oleander shouted your name as you flew towards Freja. “Stop!” He ran after you and yanked you back. “It might be a trap!”

You growled. “I want her dead!”

“Doesn’t it seem odd she’s alone?”

Rolf let out a war cry and ran. “Soldiers!”

Oleander tackled you to the ground as he let out a grunt as something hit him. He winced and leaned up. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widened when you saw an arrow in the back of his shoulder. “Ole.”

He smiled softly. “I’m okay, as long as you are.” He stumbled to his feet and panted. “I’ll do anything to protect you and make up for my mistakes.”

You welled up as you watched Oleander run into battle. “Ole…” You growled as magic rushed around you. You flew up and glared at Freja as she smirked. “FREJA!”

A blast of energy wrapped around you. Traditional clothes like Levi’s wrapped around your body. You reached out and grasped your staff. You raised boulders and rocks from the ground before hurtling them towards Freja. You rose up and flew towards her as you screamed in rage. You swung your staff as she dodged just in time. You slammed your staff into the ground making the earth crack and chased her.

Freja sent a wall of light out and protected herself. “I have been blessed with more magic! You can’t get to me so easily this time!”

You gripped your staff tightly as shadows like Levi’s started surging around you. You screamed causing a shockwave of shadows and rocks towards her. “I’ll kill you!”

You yanked your staff out of the ground and flew towards her. You twisted in the air and put force behind your hit. You smacked her across the face and burned her skin with your shadows. You growled at her as rocks flew at her again. You twisted and hit again but she caught your staff with a staff of light.

Freja grinned as blood trickled down her cheek. “I’m stronger.”

“Which makes killing you more satisfying.”

She shoved you back and sent shards of light at you. You flew back from her and summoned a gust of wind to blow the light away from you. You blew away as much light as possible as you slowly went for a sneak attack. Freja kept smirking at you thinking she was going to tire you out.

Freja laughed. “You’re weak because you’re pregnant. Your babies will drain you of everything you have!” She moved closer to you as she laughed. “I’m the better witch. I’ll become a goddess! You’ll be locked away just like the others. Heimdall and I will rule together.”

You smirked at her. “Pointless words.”

You looked behind her as a spear of rock slammed through Freja’s side. Freja gasped as blood spatted from her onto you. She sent an arch of light at you shooting you backwards. You grunted as your chest was cut by the light. You stumbled back and panted. You winced a little and tuned into sobs and screams of pain. You cast your eyes on Freja.

Freja pressed her hands against the hole in her body pouring blood. She lifted her hands up and looked at the blood. She screamed and began rolling around on the floor. “NOOO!”

You stumbled to your feet and panted. “I’m going to show you the real you.”

She put her hand out to you. “Please, no!”

You held your hand out to her making strings of light that looked like cobwebs dance towards your hand. You gripped them and yanked hard causing the illusion spell to be pulled off Freja. You stared at the old woman before you. “You’re nothing but a shell of what you were.”

She turned and crawled away. “Don’t look at me!”

You followed her as she crawled towards some water. “You’re a wicked person to the core. Time for you to see that.”

She saw herself in the water and screamed. “No, no, no! I’m supposed to be beautiful!”

You flew back as something hit the side of your neck. You stumbled back and fell against the floor. You stared up at the sky as you felt something hot trickling down your neck. You reached up and touch the warm area to feel what had happened. You lifted your hand and saw blood. Freja had cut you with a shard of water or ice.

Rage filled you. She had hurt you and put your son and daughter at risk. A sonic boom surged out from your body making the ground crack below you. You rose into the air and slowly turned to face Freja trying hard to stand to her feet and fight back. You glared at her and sent everything you could at her. You watched as your rocks ripped her to pieces.

Freja dropped to her knees and coughed blood. “I…I…” She coughed again as blood poured down her chin. “You.”

Shadows appeared behind Freja before dissipating and revealing Levi. He raised a sword before slamming it through Freja. Levi leaned closer and snarled. “I told you I’d kill you someday.” He yanked his sword free before kicking her to the floor. “Spell bunny? Look away.”

You turned. “Yes, Levi.”

Levi sliced Freja’s head off and kicked it away. “Tch, disgusting.” He made his weapon disappear before he approached you. “Spell bunny?”

You turned a little and smiled. “Levi.”

His eyes widened. “You’re bleeding.”

You welled up. “You’re free. You’re finally free.”

Levi gasped when your eyes glazed over as you collapsed into his arms. He picked you up and adjusted you. He called your name. “Talk to me.”

Freya hurried over and placed her hand on your forehead. “She’s alive, just exhausted. Get her to bed and heal her wounds with your powers. I’ll check on the others who fought.”

Levi adjusted you. “Thank you.”

Freya bowed and hurried with Hange to Rolf and Oleander. “Are you hurt?”

Oleander panted a bit. “I have an arrow in the back of my shoulder only.”

Rolf smiled. “Man was impressive.” He eyed Freya. “By the Gods, you’re the goddess Freya!”

Freya hummed a laugh. “I am. Levi freed me. I’m here to heal you both of wounds.”

Oleander sat on the floor as he said your name. “Is she well?”

Freya knelt behind Oleander and removed the arrow before healing the wound with her divine powers. “She collapsed from exhaustion and she was hurt, but she’ll be okay.”

Oleander sighed. “Good, I’m glad.”

Rolf chuckled. “Hey, Freya? Can you heal broken hearts?”

Freya smiled at Rolf. “I can ease the pain.”

“Good, ‘cause Ole needs it.”

You opened your eyes and frowned when you realised you were in bed. You reached up and touched your neck expecting a cut, but it was clean. You frowned at feeling something heavy on your breasts. You looked down carefully and saw Levi’s head on your chest as he slept soundly. You played with his hair a little and relaxed your body. You closed your eyes again and let your body relax against the soft bed.

Levi squeezed you as he slowly awoke. He yawned a bit and tuned into your beating heart. “Mm, perfect.”

“Thank you.”

Levi lifted his head and looked down at you. He blushed when you opened your eyes and smiled at him. “Master…”

You giggled. “Wife. I’m your wife now.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “Yeah, yeah you are.”

“Welcome home. Sorry, I couldn’t greet you better earlier.”

“Yesterday.” He sighed. “You’ve been asleep for a day.”

You nibbled your lip. “I’m sorry.”

Levi lay on his side and hugged you tightly. “Don’t be sorry, okay? You used a lot of power yesterday and you got hurt. You need to heal up.”

You hummed. “You sure I didn’t do bad?”

He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “You did perfectly. Thank you for stopping that woman and freeing me.”

You smiled softly. “I’m glad I could free you, but you were the one who killed her.”

He hummed as he played with your hair. “You’re right, but you broke her to the point where I could face her. The illusion was something that cursed me, but seeing her as an old lady helped me end her.”

“We just have Heimdall to stop.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “Yes, but we need to relax for now, okay?” He rubbed your cheek. “I’m thinking we have a nice soak in our pool bath. After we’ve had a dip, we’ll have a big feast before resting in bed. We need to charge up as much as possible.”

You sat up and pulled at the bed. “Can we take Máni for a walk?”

Levi sighed. “I suppose, but bath first.”

“But Máni.”

Levi climbed out of bed. “Okay. We’ll take him for a walk.” Levi whistled making a ball of smoke appear and Máni jump out. “Come on boy, we’re taking you for a walk.”

You jumped into Levi’s arms. “Yay! Thank you!”

Levi hummed a laugh. “I just want to take care of you.”

You jumped down and twirled making warm clothes wrap around you. “You take great care of me.”

“I wasn’t here and you got hurt.”

You walked to the door and waited for Levi to change. “You healed me. Levi, you can’t protect me all the time. I used too much of my power and that’s on me. If I would have gone about it calmly, I would have fought her, killed her and healed quickly. I admit I am to blame for a lot.”

Levi held your baby bump and kissed you. “You’re perfection.” He smiled and purred against your lips. “And so sexy.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you. We should go for that walk. Máni is waiting.”

Levi released you and sighed. “Come on pup.”

You laughed as Máni jumped around you and Levi. “Someone is excited. Does that mean you are Levi? Máni is a part of you.”

Levi blushed. “Maybe.”

You hugged Levi’s side. “You’re cute.”

Levi put his arm around you. “Does being cute get me kisses?”

“Many.”

“Good.” He walked out of the home with you and started walking the long path around the lake. “Are you warm enough?”

“Yes.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Good.” He sighed. “The lake will freeze soon. I bet the kids would love to play on it.”

You hummed a laugh. “It’ll be cute to watch them.” You walked off the path to a little patch by the lake. You crouched down and watched a few fish. “Look Máni.” You giggled as Máni stared down at them. “Cute, huh?”

Levi stood at your side. “The fish are beautiful here and delicious.”

You looked up at Levi. “Maybe we should go fishing and catch some.”

“We should.”

You pushed the tip of your finger into the water and wiggled. “So, Freya.”

Levi looked down at you. “What about her?”

You pouted. “I haven’t met her, but I sense her on you. She has a nice aura.”

Levi crouched down and kissed the side of your head. “Don’t get jealous. She’s just a Goddess whom I helped free. I love you more than anything in this world.” He pinched your puffed-out cheek. “You’re adorable. You’re my soulmate, little spell bunny. Do you really think I’d leave my soulmate for someone else?”

You sighed. “You wouldn’t.”

He released your cheek and kissed where he’d pinched. “Good girl.”

You turned and wrapped your arms around Levi. “Mine.”

Levi chuckled and pulled you close. “I’m all yours.” He smiled as your rubbed your face against his chest. “You’re so cute.” He kissed the top of your head. “Shall we head back for the bath?”

You nodded and gripped his back. “Mm.”

Levi scooped you up and cuddled you tightly. “Come on Máni. Your momma needs some love.” He made his shadows wrap around him before revealing he was back home. “Máni, go play with the kids in town, I know you secretly do that.” He smirked as Máni bounced around and jumped into a wall of shadows. “Fun pup.”

You looked up at Levi with your bright puppy dog eyes that made Levi melt. “Máni is a part of you, meaning you really love kids.”

“I do.”

You hugged Levi. “You’re going to be an amazing dad.”

Levi smiled softly. “Thank you.” He put you on your feet and walked into the large bathroom. He checked the pool bath and clicked his fingers to add a few things to it. “It’s all ready for you.”

You stripped and hurried to the bath, but a mirror caught your eye. You touched your belly and hummed. “I’m getting big.”

Levi walked over and held you from behind. “You look incredible.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

He released you and pulled you down into the water. “Come. We must cuddle and relax.”

You walked down into the hot water and sighed as your aching joints relaxed. “This is so good.”

“I put something in the water to help you relax.”

You closed your eyes and hummed. “It’s perfect.”

Levi held you in his arms and began massaging your muscles. “You need to rest more than you do.”

You leaned your head back against his shoulder. “I know.”

He kissed the side of your head. “I should be a better husband.”

“You’re perfect, Levi.”

“You’re too kind.” He lifted your hand out of the water and kissed the back of it. “I love you so much.”

You turned a little on his lap. “I love you too.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “No matter what happens next, I need you to trust me and do as I ask.”

You kissed Levi’s neck. “I swear I will.”

“Good girl.” He sighed. “Who knows what Heimdall will do? I know he wants you because he can’t predict you. Be safe.”

“I will.”

Levi massaged your hand as he thought about what had to be done. “Good.”

You rubbed Levi’s wet chest. “Is Oleander okay?”

Levi flinched a little at your question. “You want to know about another man?”

“Levi, the last time I saw him he had an arrow in his back.”

Levi growled a little. “Sorry, I shouldn’t get jealous.” He let out a long sigh. “He’s okay. Freya healed him up and he’s all better now.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek. “Good. He took an arrow for me.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “He did?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I couldn’t believe it.”

Levi pouted a bit. “Now I feel guilty that I was so angry about it all.” He kissed your temple. “I will thank him for protecting you.”

“You’re sweet.” You sighed a little. “I feel bad that me rushing in got him hurt.”

Levi rubbed your cheek. “He’s okay, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Mm, I suppose.”

Levi kissed your cheek. “You’re too kind.”

You closed your eyes and hummed as you rubbed your belly. “We should go away somewhere.”

“We will. You need some time off to relax.” He sighed. “We both do.”

You kissed Levi’s neck. “I know what I need.”

Levi blushed. “What’s that?”

You straddled Levi. “I need my husband to make love to me.”

Levi massaged your butt. “I’m more than happy to do that.”

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