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minv97 · 1 year

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Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!

Mentions of unprotected sex, cum, dick riding, and oral sex. Minho calls reader kitten and precious. Reader is fem!

Your parents are visiting but Minho's finding it hard to not touch you while they're there and slowly gets you to cave in too <3

Minho's only focus is finding you right now as his sleepy head still isn't fully awake yet, stumbling right past your guest without even sparing them a glance as he forgot they were there at all.

You gasp lightly, sitting down your cup of coffee before you could spill any of it as Minho presses his chest to your back, purposely pressing his morning wood against your backside just so you can feel it, his feathery bangs tickling the skin of your neck as he dips his head low to kiss in-between your shoulder blade.

"Morning' pretty."

If it weren't for your innocent parents sitting right behind the two of you you'd be so turned on just from the sound of his groggy morning voice in your ear, but since the circumstances are different you have no choice but to spin around and place a hand on his chest to create enough space between the two of you because you already know what's to come next with those sneaky hands of his as you feel them playing at the band of your pajama pants.

"Minho, my parents." You whisper as low as you can, unwilling to look behind Minho's shoulder to see if they witnessed any of that, you'd rather just pretend it didn't happen at all.

Suddenly Minho feels wide awake, eyes widening and he's quick to spin around, sparing your parents a quick smile that barely reaches his eyes before he exits the same way he came from.

"Who's ready for some eggs?" You advert back to the stove, but not before picking up your TV remote to power it on and fill the awkward silence that's taken place with sounds of the News.

Minho leaves for work early a few minutes later, claiming it's important and his boss called him in but you call out his bluff and instantly catch on to the fact he's trying to avoid the awkward silence between you and your parents now, barely kissing your hair before he slips out of the front door.

It isn't until midnight that he comes crawling through your bedroom door, kicking off his shoes and undressing to nothing but his boxers and sprawls on top of your legs with a loud groan, you spare him a glance over your book and smile down at the dramatic man.

"Still embarrassed?" You tease, giggling when he drops his head into your lamp and groans again.

"I'm actually very horny right now." His words are muffled but you still make out what he's trying to say, as if you didn't see the bulge in his boxers already when you were sneaking glances at him undressing.

"Really?" You muse, placing your bookmark in your book to hold your spot and sitting it down on your nightstand to begin threading your fingers through Minho's curls. "Me too."

Minho perks his head up at that, "Just the tip?"

You roll your eyes.

"You know that never works out right for either of us."

"Fine. Let's just fuck-"

"My parents are literally right next door Min, they're very light sleepers."

He's hardly listening as he's already climbing up over your body to press his lips on yours. Despite the point you were trying to make you fall silent under him, a small whine escapes your lips when his tongue slips past your lips and grazes together with your own.

"Just keep quiet, kitten. You can do that for me right?" Minho whispers in between kisses, tongues swirling together into a sloppy kiss, making it all the more difficult to say no, but you keep your ground, keeping a tight hold on his sneaky little wrists and it actually makes him smile against your mouth.

"I can't believe you right now," he starts, moving away from your lips to continue kissing along your neck, biting down on the flesh gently and only stopping when he hears a whimper slips past your lips all the while tugging his wrists free from your hold and quickly changing the position. It was now his turn to grab ahold of your wrists and he held them above your head while he continued biting, licking and sucking on your neck, you could feel his hard on pressed against your inner thigh and felt like you were only a second away from giving in. "Torturing not only me but yourself too like this."

You could only whimper, head turning foggy and moving your hips upward to connect with his own, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the soft moans wanting to come out when his cock grazes against your puffy folds but Minho let's his own moans be heard by you against your ear.

"That's it baby," he praises you, hissing and rolling his hips to meet with yours again and again, burying his nose in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his neck, like the two of you couldn't be any closer.

"fuck you, Minho." Comes out of your mouth barely above a whisper, has Minho pinching your thigh and you squeal but Minho only gives you open mouth kisses before biting down on your bottom lip to muffle his own moans when he feels your pussy rubbing along his cock so well, couldn't wait to peel back your underwear and feel all your wetness drip down his cock.

"Well since you asked so nicely I might let you fuck me," Minho jokes, chuckling before pressing a single kiss to your lips before pulling away. "Actually-" he sounds more serious, eyes darkening over as he stares at you. "I want you on top tonight, yeah?"

You give Minho a pointed look. "Are you trying to get us caught? Can't we just hurry and-"

"Hold on," He cuts you off, barely listening again as he moves himself from between your legs to get comfortable on his side of the bed, fingers sneak past the band of his boxers and he fishes out his cock which springs to life against his stomach, all red and swollen. "Alright, come on," he places his hands behind his head as he gets comfortable on his pillow. "Come fuck me."

You sigh in defeat, shaking your head slightly but you still move from off the bed to remove your shirt and underwear but Minho cuts you off.

"Keep your panties on, kitten. Just push em to the side."

"I swear to God Min, if you rip another pair of my underwear-"

"Relax, that was one time only." He chuckles at the memory, cheeks turning a light shade of crimson. "And an accident by the way, I said I was sorry."

"Next time control yourself better, mister. It hurts having fabric ripped from your body." You laugh along, climbing over Minho's hips to straddle him, taking his painfully swollen cock into your hand to pump it a few times, spreading the precum from his tip around his entire base until he's nice and slick and ready for you to take.

"I know, I know," he says softly, supporting himself on his elbows to lean up and kiss you, moaning quietly against your lips. "I get a little dumb every time I'm inside you." He confesses.

Minho and you both try to be as quiet as possible, but when you slowly slide down onto Minho's cock inch by inch it's hard, can feel him stretching you out and it burns so deliciously you have to muffle your moan behind your hand. Minho's a bit better at it than you, keeps his lips pressed into a thin line as if he's afraid he'll make too much noise if he lets them part, watching intently the way your areas meet before throwing his head back onto his pillow.

It isn't until you really start moving your hips against his does it get even harder for you, your moans begin spilling from behind your hand and Minho thinks it's so amusing, watching you with his cat like eyes as you try to fuck yourself on his cock and trying to be as quiet as possible, failing at both things.

"God, you're so precious," he whispers, hands roaming up your torso until he's cupping your tits with the palms of his hands, giving them a squeeze.

He's having fun teasing you, playing with your nipples and watching your reaction each time he twists your swollen bud between his fingers all while whispering playful insults at you. "Come on, I know you can fuck me better than that."

"Ts'hard, Min.." you whisper, eyes beginning to water you're so wet and needy, searching for that feeling and moving your hips up and down on Minho's cock but it's no use, you can't fuck yourself like he can. "Pleasee."

"Please what?" He eggs you on, resting his hands on your hips to guide your movement on his dick when you begin to go sloppy.

"Need you, Min," You're in no mood for begging, trying so hard to be quiet, even with the way you come down on his dick you hope the sound of skin against skin isn't audible to anyone outside of the room. "Just give it to me, please?"

He rolls his eyes, "I spoil you a little too much apparently," he begins gently thrusting his hips up to meet yours, "Can't even beg properly and I still give you what you want."

His dick slides in and out of your walls fast, finally hitting that spot that makes you forget all common sense, feels so good you forget to hold your mouth shut, Minho has to yank you down by your hair and muffles your moans with his own lips, kissing away all sounds from you because he knows you can't control it like he can.

He holds your ass cheeks to guide you up and down on his cock, meeting his thrusts every time and you begin to cry against his lips, clenching around him like crazy and you've made a mess of your juices on his lower abdomen that he'll for sure have you licking up later.

You have to hold on to his shoulders for stability, digging your nails into his skin as you cum hard, pussy pulsating and squirting your juices all over Minho's cock and without a doubt on your shared bedsheets, thighs shaking and your head feels like it's spinning you have to shut your eyes tight for a moment, biting on Minho's lip a little too hard as you try not to cry so loud.

"Shit baby," Minho chuckles, thrusting into you a few more times before sliding out of you fully, cock still fully erect, lips swollen and tinted with blood from you. "Are you trying to take my lips off?" He chuckles humorously, swiping his tongue over his lips.

"I'm sorry," you apologize repeatedly, kissing him gently after each one. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head, cupping his hand against your cheek to run his thumb along your bottom lip. "Don't worry about it, doesn't even hurt."

You wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger before pulling away. "I can make it up to you?"

Minho smirks at you, nodding his head before connecting his lips to yours for one last kiss before you crawl down his lap, ass in the air as you get in position between his mascular thighs.

"Ahem," he clears his throat dramatically, giving you an expected look when your eyes meet his and he looks down at the mess you've made. "Good girls clean up after themselves."

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, taking in how much liquid really came from you but you push that thought aside. Minho holds your hair back for you, watching you intently as you lick his lower abdomen clean, chest heaving up and down and he swears he could cum just from the feeling of your tongue exploring his body. You leave a trail of kisses all the way to his cock, grabbing it in your hands and you give that a long lick from bottom to tip too, taking just the tip of him in your mouth and swirling your tongue around him just like you had with his thumb earlier.

"Stop teasing, can't hold it much longer." Minho has the nerve to say as if he hasn't been teasing you all night but you give in easily, taking his dick inch by inch down your throat until he's hitting the back of it, gagging a little before you begin bobbing your head up and down on him.

Minho's worse at keeping his cool, he's got your hair wrapped around in his fist and he bobs your head up and down on his dick until drool spills down your chin, lips pressed into a thin line, humming quietly as he fucks your skull.

He cums in your mouth without warning, white liquid filling your cheeks and you try your best to swallow as much as you can, spitting the rest of it out on your already ruined bedsheets.

Minho opens his arms for you right afterwards and you climb into his chest, laying in a puddle of each other's fluids as Minho strokes your hair, whispering praises only you two could hear for a moment longer before you both have to get up to change your sheets and shower.

"You know," Minho starts, throwing you the other side of the clean bed sheet. "I really hope these walls are soundproof. I can't imagine facing your parents ever again if they heard any of that."

"Well Mr. Couldn't-keep-it-in-my-pants, should've thought about that before we had sex." You respond, lifting up the mattress slightly to tuck the clean sheet under it as Minho did the same on his side.

"You were louder than me, I'd be more embarrassed if I were you." He retorts back.

You roll your eyes, face slowly beginning to burn as it dawned on you he might've been right.

"Let's say we've got errands to run and leave early tomorrow morning before they wake up, deal?"

Minho looks at you, studying the way your face is flushed with embarrassment and he chuckles to himself. "Deal."

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rachalixie · 1 year

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a/n: tiny little minho fluff sprinkled with a bit of hurt/comfort idk what this is honestly

it’s when you just get home from your third time trying and failing to adopt a kitten from the animal shelter that you see it.

the plant you’ve been trying so hard to take care of is wilted beyond repair, brittle leaves either hanging on by a thread or fallen to the soil in the pot to decay. their sad appearance matches the feeling in your heart right now.

you drop to your knees by the pot, hands hovering over it trying to decide if you should help the limp stems stand back up again or water it or what even should you do right now?

“i think it’s dead,” minho pans from where he’s standing behind you, leaning over your body to peer at the sad excuse of a plant.

“i think you’re dead,” you bite back, gritting your teeth when it comes out wobbly from how tight your throat feels.

“that doesn’t even make sense,” he says, sounding a bit shocked when he kneels next to you and sees the beginning of tears brimming under your lashes. you try and hold them back, letting out a scoff, but one dribbles it’s way down your cheek anyways. “hey, baby it’s okay, we can get a new plant.”

“but i want this plant!” you almost wail, letting him gather you up in his arms as you let your control of your emotions go completely. you know you’re being a bit childish right now, crying over a cheap plant you bought from ikea, but it was a test. that you failed.

his eyes are a bit bewildered as he rubs a hand up and down your back, the other pressing your face into his chest, but he doesn’t say anything. he lets you get it out, let’s you tangle your hands into the back of his jacket that he’ll have to iron out later, let’s your saltwater tears dot his collar.

“it’s not the plant,” you mumble into his shirt once you’re all but wiped out, slumped half into him and half into the hardwood floor.

“i know,” his voice is soft even as it’s trickled with amusement, and you let out a huff of laughter. you can’t see his responding smile but you know it’s there. you know him.

“it’s just,” you start, leaning back and swiping the back of your hand across your face to clean it up. he holds your wrist back after a moment and resumes with his own hand, his sleeve covering his skin as he dabs at yours. “i can’t even keep a plant alive. how am i going to take care of a kitten?”

blunt realization crosses his face at your words, and he immediately shushes you.

“that’s completely different, and i know you know that. a plant can’t meow at you to tell you that it’s hungry, or scratch you when it’s upset. it can’t curl up on your lap when it wants attention.” you can see him almost lose himself in the metaphor before pulling himself back. complete cat boy. “and you’re not alone in this, okay? i’m going to be there the whole time. any gaps you leave, i’ll fill in for you. and you’ll fill in my gaps too, yeah?”

“yeah,” you can only respond, leaning forward again until your forehead thunks into his chest. “i was being ridiculous, wasn’t i?”

“maybe a little,” he teases, his hand resuming its precious trek up and down your spine. “but isn’t that better than not caring at all?”

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eilaafterhours · 3 months

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Different Shades: Baby Blue [Prompto Argentum]

Content: Oral Sex, Implied Polyamory (Noctis/Reader/Prompto), Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Light Dom/SubPOV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Rewrite of: Shades of Blue: Baby Blue

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“Ahh…an—!”

You sighed to yourself as you forced your eyes to keep from rolling back.

Blondes always made the prettiest of sounds. You hummed against him, pulling another beautiful moan from his flushed, red lips.

You glanced up at him, finding that those straw-colored lashes were concealing those beautiful eyes of his.

That wouldn’t do.

You back off of him, calling his name. “Prompto.”

Finally, he graced you with those beautiful baby-blue-sky eyes.

"You've got to stay quiet." You nodded to the side, gesturing to the open hall. "We're in public, y'know?"

He nodded and went to close your eyes, but you stopped him. “Ah, ah…keep your eyes on me.” He flushed even harder, giving you another nod before placing a hand over his mouth.

“Ah

You smiled. "Good boy."

You flattened your tongue, giving him a wide, long swipe. Curled your tongue around the head and flicked the very tip. Then dipped your tongue in the slit as a bead of slick spilled from within. And your kitten licks kept him on the edge.

If his hisses and whines were anything to go by, you were doing a pretty good job.

This happened for a long while before he finally spoke up. " P-lease ..." God, the way he whispered it had you dripping. The whole ordeal did.

You contemplated playing with him for a little while longer but decided to grant him mercy. You devoured him with more vigor, even using your hands to speed along the process.

But just as he was about to fall apart, several clacks of heels echoed from around the corner.

"My, my, the prince was in such a foul mood today, wasn't he?"

"He was. I've heard it's because of the engagement."

"Supposedly, the girl is of Solheim lineage, which makes her a powerful ally to the kingdom."

"How peculiar. No matter, it's simply a political matter, nothing more."

"And you are happy for such a reason, I wonder why?"

Their group burst out in a fit of giggles that faded further down the hall.

God, you hated it here. There was always someone saying something behind your back. Something about your status, your engagement with the prince. They’ve even gone as far to say that you’ve fucked every guard, that one surprised you just a bit considering you made sure to cover up your previous sexual escapades.

You removed yourself from him, readjusting both your clothes until you looked presentable enough to emerge from the dark corner.

“Wha—huh?” Prompto stuttered, obviously unaware of those women's babbling.

“It’s nothing. I’ve just decided that I don’t want to finish this here… or alone.” You smiled at him, the gaze hiding another deep desire behind it. “I think you deserve to be worshiped.” You stepped closer to him, lips right against his ear.

“By a princess and prince.”

Then you were out of his space again, holding back a smirk. He looked so pretty looking this red.

“I’ll go inform his highness. We’ll have someone to fetch you later tonight—”

“Actually…he just texted me and, uh, wants to see me now.” Prompto was staring at his phone in disbelief.

You took a peek and weren’t surprised to see the prince’s leaking cock sent as one of the attachments.

You hummed, “I guess he’ll be seeing both of us then.” then gave Prompto a kiss on the temple. “Let’s continue where we left off, yes?”

“Won’t that end in…” He gave a wobbly smile.

Of course, Noctis will be mad if the two of you walk in and continue your activities without a second glance, however…

“I don’t care. I told you that you’d be getting worship, so he’ll either join me or be good and wait” You smiled at him, “But I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

You stepped out into the light, “Well then, I’ll head off first to change. Please get him as riled up as possible, beloved.”

Prompto watched as you disappeared down the hall, then brought a hand up to his forehead.

“Those two will be the death of me, I swear.”

Listen, if I ever write a part two for this because maybe this is connected to the other one, I don't know yet. Prompto's genitals will be revealed (pretty sure I know what I'm gonna do, keep in mind that he's not human wink wonk).

Anyway, eat up.

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year

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@jegulus-microfic - september 19 - content - 770 words 🐈‍⬛

This doesn’t happen to Regulus. It never should have.

He’s good at this normally.

Knows perfectly well how to switch back and forth between animagus and human form, he’s practiced it often enough.

Apparently though, when under extreme stress it’s a different story.

Regulus has miscalculated and it pisses him off.

He’s trapped in a fucking broom closet and he can’t get fucking out.

Regulus doesn’t do confined spaces.

They make him itch, his breath coming in difficult, insufficient little puffs and feeling all sorts of helpless. Little heart pounding wildly in his chest, hammering against his sternum.

He’s meowing pitifully, scratching at the door, the scared animal not caring how ashamed Regulus feels by the action, by needing someone else’s help.

And then, “Shh, listen, Moons.”

“Yes, we got her. Good fucking job, congratulations, now let’s go.”

“No, wait—” a small scuffle, “That’s not Ms Norris.”

“I think if we would have accidentally trapped Minnie we would know by now. She’d have blasted that fucking door down not a second later and had our arses in detention faster than you could utter Borgin and Burks.”

A pause and Regulus knows those voices, his brother’s stupid best friends, but the panicked feline doesn’t care as long as it gets out. So he keeps meowing then, nails digging in the wooden door, hoping they’ll let him out.

“Just– I’m telling you, Moony.”

An exasperated sigh, “Fine, go check and get your eyes clawed out. I’m heading for Sirius now, we told him we’ll not be far off.”

“Sure, go meet him and Wormtail, but tell Pads to keep an eye on the mirror.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Footsteps and then a spell mumbled against the lock of the old door. Opened a small slit and Regulus immediately sticks his nose out, trying to get his head through the opening. Another pitiful whine when the door doesn’t give and then pawing through the slit, nails out.

“Oh, poor baby,” and Regulus stills.

The door opens and before Regulus has time to sprint away he’s grabbed under his armpits and hauled up into warm arms.

Laid on his back, belly up, and that just– no fucking way.

Regulus frantically tries to wiggle out of the hold, clawing at the skin and through the shirt by the chest but then there’s a grunt from above and a grip on his neck, tightening and Regulus thinks he lets out a small squeak of sorts before he’s held an arm’s length away by his cuff, suspended in the air.

Chestnut brown eyes squinting at Regulus, bottom lip sticking out in a pout and Regulus can see where he must’ve gotten James on his jaw, a small red line, lined with little dots of blood.

Regulus lets out a small snarl and James of all things starts fucking smiling.

“Feisty little thing, huh?” carefully brings Regulus closer again and he wants to keep clawing at him, adorn his stupidly handsome face with more cuts. Having the satisfaction of sitting at breakfast in the Great Hall tomorrow morning and watching all the other students fawn over him when Regulus knows he’s the one that put those marks there.

But he can’t fucking move, body lax and legs curled up to his body loosely. All he can do is keep growling in the back of his throat, aiming for threatening but it comes out high-pitched and sounding like a small fucking kitten.

“Oh, yeah, dangerous little thing you are,” James chuckles amused then brings him back in his arms and starts scratching behind Regulus’ ear and then under his chin and—

Oh.

Oh, fuck yeah, that’s kind of– mm, yes.

It feels good, very pleasant and it makes Regulus’ small body all tingly and warm. He rubs his head into the crook between the arm and chest, giving more access and demanding more attention.

A snicker from above and Regulus vehemently pushes the knowledge of who it belongs to away, much too content as he is feeling right now to let anything destroy his delusion.

“Mm, right there, hey?” nails raking through Regulus’ satiny black, short furr, “Oh, that’s a good boy.”

Regulus’ inner human glares daggers in offense and wants to fire all kinds of jinxes and hexes off at the older boy.

Feline Regulus though… feline Regulus fucking purrs.

He’s a mess.

This is his lowest point in life.

It can only go upwards from here, Regulus is sure.

And like most times in his miserable life is immediately proved wrong by the universe when next morning he wakes up sprawled over James’ naked chest in Gryffindor Tower.

In human form.

#animagus regulus #his kitten form is not immune to scratchies #idk what this is honestly #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #lune’s tiny fic

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divine-misfortune · 1 year

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your tags on crim’s dew packer post…. would you care to elaborate ? 👀

oh i am SO glad you asked!! I was actually going to throw these thoughts into Crim's ask box but I can put em here-

okay so? The packer post? T4T raindrop? Yeah. I have two different trains of thought here so please bear with me because I'm gonna be a little (very) rambly.

@crimsonclergy stop making me think weird things about raindrop :/ /j/j/j

On one hand? I love the idea of Rain feeding into Dew and all his bragging. He loves how flustered Dew gets, how his confidence wavers and he begins to stammer...Rain is obsessed with it, or maybe he's just obsessed with Dew, a little bit of both probably.

He'll kneel in front of him and nuzzle his cheek against the front of Dew's pants, make a show of mouthing him through the fabric. Cooing over how perfect his dick is, oh it's all for me isn't it baby?

Dew starts to lose his pride when stripped down out of his boxers because he isn't able to hide behind it but Rain's enthusiasm doesn't falter. He still instinctually goes to get the strap when Rain begs him to fuck him, but Rain tugs him back to bed when he gets up because no, he wants his cock.

Just slottng their hips together, a mess of slick and heat between their thighs. Dew's t-dick dragging between Rain's folds, occasionally catching against his twitching hole. Rain has this pleased look on his face, a kitten curl to his lips as he goes on and on about how good his cock feels. Dew just gets more and more red, can't even hide his face in his hands, they're occupied holding Rain in place. He still tries to avert his eyes because the look on Rain's face is too much. I'm sure Rain doesn't let him turn away long, guides his face back to look at him. Maybe he makes Dew stare at the place their bodies meet, watch how that big dick fucks him.

BUT on the other hand?

There's so much room for humiliation here.

Dew is so much talk, so arrogant. What if he can't deliver?

Rain's entertained him and his ramblings but he seems to get a little shy when Rain tries to make him back it up. He'll palm him through his pants and seem so excited by the idea of getting his hands on his that big cock...But Dew gets too flustered, always backs off, and Rain finds it funny. It's a game to him and he is winning

But backed against a wall, Dew can't shy away from Rain's excessive touching. The little bit of pressure from his packer pressing into him makes it hard to keep his composure. Rain plays it up, whines into his neck, pulls their bodies flush, tells him all about how bad he needs him until he has Dew in the palm of his hand.

The clothes come off and Rain's expression twists. Confusion and dissapointment as he sits between Dew's spread legs. He strokes his fingers over his fattened clit and frowns when Dew gasps over the light touches.

"You call this big?"

And Dew stammers.

"Oh sweetheart, look at you...So small and sensitive," he almost sounds pitying as he strokes his clit between his thumb and forefinger. "I thought you were gonna use my mouth, make me gag on it, but its so little...I'm not even sure you could fuck me with it."

Dew argues, or tries to. Rain seems bored as he idly plays with him.

"You wanted to fuck me, didn't you baby?"

He flushes darker somehow and nods which makes Rain perk up a little.

Before Dew knows it, Rain's wrangled him into a harness, some ridiculously sized dildo held in place. And Rain sinks down on it with an exaggerated sigh of relief, and moans so pretty when it bottoms out. He takes Dew's hand and holds it aginst his lower belly with a chuckle.

"See? This is what a big dick feels like...You couldn't fill me like this, could you? That's okay, you can still be useful...All you need to do is just lay there for me, and maybe later you can show me how you stroke your pretty little cock." He smiles so sweetly, too much emphasis on the little but something in Dew's stomach tightens, he drips uselessly down his thighs and lets Rain have his fill.

#spicy tag #void rambles #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain/dewdrop #ghost bc #the band ghost #answered

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majesticwren · 11 months

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fallingforyou (MJF x OFC)

following this post this concept is now a fic, sorry not sorry. I'm struggling trust me. (help me)

Trigger Warning/s: slow burn (?) but is it, childhood friends to lovers, depiction of toxic relationships, intimacy and commitment problems, childhood traumas, jealousy, possessiveness, physical and verbal abuse (in the third scene things gets a bit heavy), bullying, hints of anti-semitism, everyone is a walking red flag, angst, fluff, smut.

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Part I | Part II | Part IV

Chapter 3.

Six Years Ago.

“Time’s up, kitten,”

Stella chose to ignore him.

She stayed perfectly still, curled up under his arm, pressed by his side. Her arms wrapped around his waist; face nuzzled in his chest. They both knew better and still, they both didn’t let go. Even when he was the one who tried reminding her they had responsibilities waiting for them, he was easily tempted to forget the world.

Max pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before leaning his chin on her head, squeezing her even tighter.

“I don’t want to go,” she started, feeling tears gathering again and pressing behind her eyes.

“I know.” He lulled, cradling her slowly. “Me either.”

Stella didn’t hint to move even an inch.

She had graduated from college just before the Summer. And now, she was about to hop on a plane to California. Stella had been admitted to Stanford, enrolling in their four years of law course. And she perfectly knew that was her path. Her future wouldn’t have had any better chances than that. Stanford law was the endgame.

But she also knew everything would have been different now.

It was selfish. Maybe even stupid. But thinking of being on the other side of the country, at times even the other side of the world, compared to Max, made her chest ache.

She knew it wasn’t a goodbye. But it sure felt like one.

“Promise me,” she sniffled, looking up at him, not even trying to hide her tears, “You promise me we won’t lose touch, okay?”

“Oh, baby,” seeing he was just as moved as she was made her crumble.

“Promise me, Friedman.” She needed to hear it. “We’ll keep in touch every day. And we’ll visit each other no matter what.”

Max cupped his big hands around her face and made sure she looked straight into his dark eyes. “You know I will.”

She sighed, releasing some of her sadness and finding solace in that closeness. Stella wrapped her hands around his wrists, trying to hold onto him, and pressed her cheek into his surprisingly soft, warm palm.

“I can’t be without you. So, don’t think that California is far enough, fuck, anywhere wouldn’t be far enough.” He continued.

Stella melted into a smile.

It was so easy for her to just dive and drown in his gaze. There was a type of warmth and affection he didn’t allow anyone else to receive. It was only hers, and it was intoxicating. Max was like the worst drug to her. She had accepted to be only friends, forever starved of her desires, forever blind to her real feelings, only to keep receiving her dose.

“Right, I should probably go.” She sighed sadly.

“Yeah, you should.”

And yet, she didn’t hint at moving away from him. If possible, she moved closer.

Stella left her hold on his wrists only to raise her hands to his neck. The brush of her fingertips on his skin was soft, it was as if she was pulling him into a hug, although her move was way greedier than that. Something that would have granted her high now, and that would have revealed itself to be tragically toxic later. She knew it. Stella was well aware. And chose to pretend there was nothing abnormal in their behaviour.

Max didn’t oppose her. He was selfish too. The most selfish of them all, in truth. But Stella would have never held that against him. He knew exactly what she was looking for and was ready to deliver the only way he knew how.

He propped her face up, pressing a thumb under her chin and met her lips in a soft kiss.

Everything had disappeared around them. It was easy for her to forget she was standing by the gate of her flight and the queue to embark was running out. The attendants had been called to boarding already twice. And yet, that was all so unimportant now.

Their kiss was only a brush of the lips. Nothing more. Nothing less. Stella was naïve enough to think that until there was no tongue, then she could pretend them kissing on the lips was a normal occurrence between friends.

It wasn’t the first time it had happened. Max and she had kissed before, just like that. Softly and quietly, they collectively had decided to keep pretending it didn’t also mean their hearts were touching.

It started off like a joke, in a bar. Their friends had challenged them to prove they were only friends and kiss. They were all drunk and better decisions could have been made, that night, but better judgment had escaped them. So, they kissed. And then Stella had to pretend in front of everyone that it felt like kissing her brother.

It didn’t take long before Max and her found each other alone and decided to try again. It wasn’t like kissing her brother. Not in the slightest. That second time, she had to fight against herself not to let her dormant desire awake. And she knew Max was of the same idea. If he had thought it to be as disgusting as kissing his sister, then why keep kissing her?

It became a habit of theirs. Not for the day-to-day, but some occasions may require a kiss on the lips every now and then. But it always stayed vanilla between them. She had never pushed herself any further than holding onto him, maybe daring to push just her fingertips through his curly hair, but never more than that. And Max had never hinted to wishing to go any further than that either.

So, that was it. A kiss. Honest and mostly sad.

Stella pulled back, releasing a soft sigh, but Max didn’t let her go, not yet. He kept her close and pressed his forehead on hers.

“I love you,” he whispered softly.

She let his words sink in, doing her best to not let him rip her apart. And failing. “I love you too.” Oh, if only he had known. “Goodbye, Maxwell.”

Present Day.

Driving back to Manhattan was taking the best part of an hour, but Stella didn’t mind it at all. Being stuck in a sea of traffic and lights, with the Big Apple's beautiful skyline on the horizon wasn’t at all bad. Part of her was almost dreaming of getting stuck in a traffic jam only to be home late and have an excuse to cancel her plans with Greg.

She could have lied and cancelled her plans regardless, but where was the fun in that? Where was her integrity? There were still things they needed to resolve, like his hectic behaviour of that afternoon and how she expected an apology for all the words he had said and the names he had called her.

But also, there was a dark side of her, that just craved the chaos and the pain.

It was something Stella didn’t like to face all that often. It liked her to find herself in miserable situations. There was a broken side of her that had found a way to cope with the way things always went in her life. If her anger and hate could be directed to a specific, tangible cause, she had no reason to focus on the real reasons why she was so unhappy, unfulfilled and always disappointed.

It was a coping mechanism like any other. A version of self-destruction.

And now the thing she had chosen to hate and the miserable situation she had decided to bask in was Greg. He gave her all the ammo she needed to fire at her disheartened without her having to face reality.

“That poor man. Stella, you are driving him insane.” Anissa chuckled from the other side of the line.

After what she had to go through that afternoon and knowing what was expected of her that evening, Stella needed nothing more but a good chat with her best friend. Anissa and she had met at Stanford some years ago and had been friends ever since. They didn’t always see eye to eye on many things, and yet, they had never argued for longer than a couple of days.

“Me!? Don’t blame me! He’s the one acting crazy! He knew I was with my sister this afternoon and still proceeded to send me hundreds of angry messages!”

“Sorry, I phrased that wrong. He is totally abusive and you should drop him.”

“Thank you very much. I don’t even know if I want to see him tonight.”

“And the fact that you must watch Max on tv, and Greg loses his shit when that happens has nothing to do with this last statement, yes?”

“Nothing at all.”

Anissa giggled. “I do not get why you keep dating him. You don’t even like him and you two definitely aren’t a match. He’s too… What’s the word?”

“Stiff? Grey? Bland?”

“Precisely! Plus, he’s a psycho.”

“Yeah,” Stella sighed, knowing she was right. The best decision for herself was to break up with Greg. Especially since she didn’t feel anything for the guy.

“Then why? Does he fuck you so well that is impossible to let him go!?”

“God, no.” Stella let go without even thinking about the truth of her words. More than that, her defeated tone meant it all.

They had sex only once. Recently. She had thought that maybe her emotions would have defrosted if she had let passion creep through. But she should have known better. She should have listened to her body. And yet, she didn’t and ended up feeling stone cold, looking at the ceiling over his shoulder, just waiting for him to finish. She didn’t even try to make it pleasant for him. She didn’t waste any energy faking. She wanted Greg to know she wasn’t with him at that moment.

She had decided that the lack of desire and pleasure she felt was his fault and wanted to hurt him.

God, only thinking about it made her shrink. She had been cruel and she was aware.

That too was something Stella hadn’t told anyone, not even Max. Too ashamed to reveal her true colours.

“Poor girl, I think you need some good dick. That would solve many of your current problems,”

“Anissa!”

“What? It’s true! When was the last time you got fucked good?”

The fact that Stella had to think about it confirmed Anissa's words.

“We are no charity cases, girl. We are empowered, strong women. You need to get with a guy that knows how to fuck you properly.”

Stella blushed violently, hiding behind a nervous laughter. “Anissa stop,” but she wasn’t done with the wisdom. “I am serious, girl. If you found yourself some good dick and a guy that actually feeds into your desperate need for adventure, then you might be able to forget all the shit between you and Max.”

“Don’t bring Max into this, please.”

“No? Don’t pretend even for a second we both don’t know exactly what I am talking about. You can’t spend the rest of your life withering away, never getting what you want.”

“I don’t want Max. Not in that way. He’s my friend.”

“And I am the Queen of England.”

“Shall I start referring to you as your Highness, then?”

“Bitch, don’t even start with me. Have you answered even one of Greg's texts this afternoon?”

“I did just before getting in the car so I could tell him to calm the fuck down and that I would have seen him later. I was busy I told you!”

“But you had time to have a snuggly chat with Max and to send him live updates about your sister’s dress choices and to flirt about fucking bride dresses, uh?”

“We weren’t flirting.”

“Who the fuck dares to ask you which dress you would have picked if not to see you in it.”

“It’s not like that, he was joking.”

“Joking my ass. This is my problem with the guy, right? You two are a couple except for some reason you aren’t admitting to it and keep bringing other people into this toxic situationship you got going on. And then you both get fucking surprised when your partners get upset!?”

“Ok, except we are not a couple, Anissa.” Stella was really trying not to get angry and protective about her business, but she was failing.

The truth was she knew exactly what Anissa was talking about. But she didn’t want to hear it. And she didn’t want to argue with, yet again, another person.

“No? What about the copy of the key you got to his place? And let’s all remember he gave it to you during a fancy date? Speaking of dates, are you going to tell me that��s not what you do when you take each other out all the time? Or what about the fact that he got a drawer full of his own clothes in your bedroom? And don’t even get me started on the way you behave around each other.”

“And what would that be, let’s hear it.” Stella tapped her fingers on the wheel, “please don’t stop there, Anissa. You are very opinionated, I wanna hear it.”

“Ok, you want to be like that? Fine. It’s unbearable to watch you around each other and I don’t even date you, guess what the person you date would think seeing you all up against another man!”

“I-”

“Don’t you even try to contradict me because I swear to God Stella I will hang up.” Stella had to bite her tongue and her silence was perceived by Anissa as a free-to-go pass. And she took it. “You two are so physical and you know that.”

“Ok. Say we are. So, what?”

Anissa grumbled. “You kiss each other on the lips for fuck’s sake! How stupid can you fucking be!?”

“We don’t kiss like that.”

“What? No tongue so it makes it any better? Please, girl. Wake up.”

“Ok.” Stella felt backed into a corner and didn’t know what to do or to say.

There was nothing to say, Anissa was right about it all. She knew how her relationship with Max looked, but she was too used to brushing it all off as normality. It was a toxic habit that became a comfort. To just diminish what she had with Max was easier than facing it.

The last thing she wanted to admit, even to herself, was how her heart ached every time she remembered how they almost had something, but it was never enough.

“Can we get back to how Greg called me a whore in the first place!? Why aren’t we grilling him?”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll get to him in a minute.” Anissa chuckled aggressively, “But I am trying to make you see my point here.”

“And what is your point?” Stella sighed. She rested her arm on the side door edge, letting her forehead fall into her hand. She was exhausted.

“Maxwell is using you and your fascination with him to feed his own massive ego. And you are just totally submissive to it. That is what drives me insane.”

“Have you ever thought about the fact that I might be the one using Max?” Stella lashed out. “Maybe I like being treated like he treats me. And maybe I like the way he makes me feel. And we are friends. It’s always been this way.”

“I do not doubt about that. Please, Stella, don’t take my words the wrong way. It cannot go on like this forever. It’s already been what? Fifteen years?”

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen,” Anissa chuckled again, “exactly what I am saying! Wake up, the man you want isn’t Greg. Or the guy that came before him. Or any of them. The guy you want is Max.”

“Damn it, Anissa, I can’t do this right now.” Her breath was shaking as she was trying to fight against the tears that burned through her eyes.

Stella felt her heart rolling out of her torn-open chest.

It was true. It was all true. No man would have made her feel complete because she had already found the one. And she could never have him. Maxwell wasn’t the type to ever get there. So, they were to be stuck forever in that situationship.

She knew him well enough to know intimately the kind of problems he was tangled in, and she would have never done anything to jeopardize his wellbeing. Daring to try and change their friendship would have been catastrophic for them, she knew it. And she would have ripped one of her arms off before even thinking to risk losing him.

“Girl, I am sorry. I just can’t see you keep doing this to yourself-”

“I said I can’t do this. Bye Anissa.” As she hung up the phone call, panic started to grow inside of her as anxiety swirled free through her nerves, across her chest and under her skin, making her hands shake.

She thought the decision to break the conversation with Anissa would be the best way to escape the realisation of all of her implications, but she quickly realised her mistake the moment she was left alone inside her car.

The silence surrounding her was pressing and loud.

She started crying, doing her best to keep it as quiet and still as she could. However the more she tried to control her emotions, the more these would fight back, burning wildly through her chest and stomach.

One moment she lied to herself thinking everything would have been fine, and the next she just couldn’t do it anymore. Stella hit the wheel repeatedly, letting out the desperation she had been trying to hide from everyone for years.

When tiredness took over her, washing over her wilder painful emotions, Stella was left feeling empty and cold. She let go of the wheel and dropped heavily on the back of the seat, releasing a small sigh. Then, she did what she knew how to do best, wiping her tears off.

Just now getting back to reality, Stella found herself even more grateful for the slow pace of the traffic she was stuck in. If it had been any other way, she could have risked crashing, losing her mind like that and all.

Another sigh left her chest, making her feel emptier and lonelier than before. Floating above her own emotions and not letting herself feel any of it.

Wiping away another tear escaping her eye, Stella tapped on the radio screen of her car, accessing her phone contacts list. She desperately needed to find a way to cope and escape what was happening. It was so ironic that said way would incidentally be the very reason why she was in that position in the first place.

Selecting Max’s number and starting the call made her nerves calm. She felt like an addict getting through the toxic bliss of a dose after the worst part of her withdrawal symptoms. The familiar noise of the line ringing made her feel stable enough to take a deep breath and relax.

“Babe?” His voice alone made her feel like she was wrapped up in a tight, warm hug.

“Max?” God, her voice sounded shaky. She should have cleared her throat and gathered herself, before calling him.

“Are you ok?” His concern brushed over her skin, making her heart flutter. Everything had already started to feel better. Only now Stella had the certainty she could make it.

“I-” It sounded like he was in a crowded place. “Sorry, I should have texted.”

“Nonsense,” the loud chattering surrounding him suddenly became muffled and distant, “I’m here. What happened? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I am ok.”

“Are you crying?”

“N-no.” She tried to hide away as if she stood right in front of him, wiping her face once more to the best of her abilities. And then, as she caught herself doing it, she felt ridiculous.

“Tell me what can I do, kitten? What’s happening?”

She sighed. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” And I am dying to hear you say how much you love me. She wouldn’t say that. Only thinking about it made her feel guilty and wrong and desperate. Stella cleared her throat. “So? Tell me something.”

“Uh- sorry, you caught me off guard.” Max paused, “I can’t think, I need to know you are ok.”

“Define ok. If that implies that I must have had a pleasant Saturday afternoon and now I must be heading home to spend a lovely evening relaxing to top the beautiful week I just had, then that’s not it. Far from it.” Stella rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “I was happy to be stuck in traffic.” She hoped Max would say something, but he didn’t, he was waiting for her to express whatever was on her mind. “Do you know what it means to be happy to be stuck in traffic for twenty minutes in order to have an excuse to be late tonight and possibly cancel my date?”

“Why don’t you just cancel then?”

“I can’t just cancel on Greg this late. He’ll lose his mind.”

“You can. Fuck him. It’s clear you don’t want to see him. Am I wrong?”

“Ok, so, why even bother dating a guy I don’t want to see?”

“You tell me.”

“Max- I’m drowning here, I- I am serious. I can’t do it.”

He sighed on the other side of the line. “Damn it, baby, I wish I was there.”

“I wish that too.”

“Why don’t you take the evening to yourself? Fuck them all. Go to my place and spend the weekend.”

A smile popped on her lips as she drifted away into the idea of hiding away in Maxwell’s apartment.

She could already picture herself taking a long bath in his massive bathtub. Or cooking a nice meal and dancing to some blasting music. Or just lazing on the sofa with his cat.

It wasn’t something new. She often did it in all honesty. There was a reason if she had the key to his place and he wasn’t bothered at all about her coming and going as she pleased. And she just knew she would have enjoyed the quietness of his home. There wasn’t a place that made her feel safer, ever. Even when they had been kids she often found refuge in his family home. But she suspected that feeling she now craved didn’t come from a place, but from the person that lived in it.

“I should be back by tomorrow night and then I can take you out to dinner and we can try and turn your weekend around.” He continued, trying to persuade her.

“I don’t want to be alone, Maxwell.” She confessed with a sad, soft huff.

“You won’t be. Piper is there, she can look after you. And I am pretty sure she could use the company; she doesn’t like her carer all that much.”

“She doesn’t like anyone that’s not you, babe.”

“Ah, but she likes you. Great judge of character that cat, let me tell you.”

Stella tapped her fingers on the wheel nervously as her eyes drifted into the sea of cars in front of her. The traffic had sped up now and she started to feel the pressure of what was expected of her as soon as she got home.

“That’s not what I mean, though. I’d of course love to spend some time with Piper, but I want to see you.”

“Then come here. Come to me, kitten.”

“Where? To Philly, are you insane?”

“No. Deadly serious. I can have you on a helicopter in a couple of hours and that should get you here just in time.”

“You are insane.” She still giggled, “How do you know all of that?”

“I am always prepared.”

“Maxwell Jacob Friedman, what am I gonna do with you? I can’t just run away from my problems.”

“Why?”

“Because! That’s irresponsible. They’ll still be there when I come back.”

“Yeah, but you’d still be able to get a break from that shitshow. Think about it, you can get here, enjoy the show, then we can go out with the guys and then tomorrow you can leisure in my fancy hotel. SPA, room service, no-limit shopping, whatever you wish it’s yours. I don’t know what made you tick this way but whatever it is I need to make sure you are ok.”

“If only-” she whispered distractedly, more to herself than to him. She needed much less than a trip to Philadelphia and the promise of living at no expense for a day and being treated like a princess. She knew Max would do it. She wasn’t new to the ways he liked to spoil her, but none of those things would have satisfied what she craved, nor they would have brought peace to her heart.

She was still so mad at Anissa for what she had said. And more. She was mad because Anissa was truly and fundamentally right.

What she had going on with Maxwell wasn’t normal between just friends. And yet, that’s what they were.

“And what if I tell you I wanted to see you? Then would you come?” His tone was soft and tempting. He could be a devil without even trying sometimes.

Just knowing that was his genuine desire made her choke on her breath. Adrenaline started to flow through her veins, fluttering her heart and igniting her nerves. He wanted to see her, and she was ready to drop everything to run to him.

“Maxwell,”

“I mean it.”

“Ok, say I do that. I get home, pack quickly and fly over. Then what?”

“I told you what we’d do if you get here. I got you baby; I’ll take care of you, and you can spend at least a day without shit happening.”

“And we’d play couple.” Her tone was harsher than she wished it to be.

The second she spoke her heart jumped into her throat and regret washed over her. Maybe she should have thought about saying something like that. Maybe she should have counted to ten before speaking. It escaped her tongue, ignited by her tumultuous emotions and desires and now it was out there, floating between them.

But she also knew it was the truth. It was like Anissa had said. They went on dates, they made each other presents, and they had a spare key to each other home. They kissed on the lips. Not for a second, she had ever doubted Maxwell’s intentions. She knew she meant to him more than any other woman he ever had just as much as she knew what tied them was real. And yet it also wasn’t.

A heavy curtain of silence fell between them.

“What are you saying, Stella?” His tone was now deadly serious. As cold and detached as she knew Maxwell could be. He had never been like that with her directly. Until now.

“You know what I am talking about,” a sour smile popped on her lips as she distractedly kept driving, “It’s our game, is it not? We play boyfriend and girlfriend for a bit, but we never go all the way.”

“Stella,” he choked, but she cruelly ignored it.

“And then we just keep living our usual life,” she continued, “pretending this thing between us it’s fine.” A chuckle left her chest, making her second guessing being totally sane at that particular moment. “We aren’t friends.”

“I-”

“Friends don’t behave like we do.” She wasn’t done. “We are the toxic ones, have you ever considered it? We are the ones that are hurting other people because of this thing.”

“I cannot have this conversation with you right now. I need to go.”

“Fine. Go. Get back to me when you are ready to talk about it. So, I am assuming this is a goodbye.”

“Stella,”

“What? Am I wrong!?”

He released a heavy sigh. “Go to my place.” He was angry now. And somehow, knowing she rattled him made her both feel guilty and excited. “Spend the night. At least I’ll know you are safe there.”

Something dark took over her. The idea that her words had power over him was getting to her head, like the rush of adrenaline, making her dizzy. She wanted him angry. She wanted him to lose it. Maybe that was the way to get a reaction out of him.

Consequences? She didn’t want to know the meaning of it. Not then. Not when she was so drunk on the courage and clarity she never had before.

“Why would I do that? I am not your girlfriend, am I?”

“For fuck’s sake.” His frustration made her heart flutter, “No, you are not my girlfriend, and? I still want to make sure you are ok.”

“I am not okay, Maxwell. Nothing about this conversation is okay. Nothing about us is OK! You know what will happen if I go to your place tonight?”

He huffed tiredly, “what?”

“I’ll get there, and I’ll be surrounded by your things, in your space, and I’ll play pretend.” He mumbled something but she ignored him. “I could walk around naked. But more likely I’ll wear something of yours just to smell you on me. And I will miss you more than ever because I’d know how out of place I am. And then I’ll snuggle in that massive empty bed, and I’ll pretend you’d be there.”

He hissed on the other side of the line, but again, Stella ignored him. “And that’s how you like me, uh? That’s what you like. You want me in your space. You like me around. Just never entirely.”

He chuckled dangerously. “Stella, I swear to God, I’m losing it right now,” and then she heard a thud like he had hit something.

A shiver crossed her spine to the idea he was losing control. She was high on that feeling, it made her feel like she could achieve anything. She could lift the entire world if she wanted. And it may have been only an illusion, but she felt like she had him in the palm of her hand.

“Yeah? And what will you do about it? You are in Philadelphia. And I am here.”

“Stop being difficult. Jesus, what got into you!?”

“Nothing. I am just saying out loud something I should have said years ago. I am done playing pretend, Maxwell.”

“Fine, you want to be like that? Be like that."

"Fine."

"Goddammit, Stella,"

As her high started to wear off, Stella started to realise there was nothing but pain gnawing at her bones.

"I'm sorry," her tone was shaking, "but I mean it. Come and get me, otherwise, I think we should be done."

"Don't do this," he pleaded, "please,"

Max's words ripped a gasp out of her chest.

"Too late." Stella looked right in front of her. She was squeezing the wheel so tight the knuckles went white. "I love you. And it's not enough anymore."

"I need to go." He still hesitated, staying a moment longer on the line before hanging up.

When silence surrounded her once more, Stella felt like she was choking on her own breath. Her chest was compressed shut. Heartbroken.

She tried to wrap her head around what just happened and nothing made sense. Yet, it felt like there was nothing else that could have happened.

For the first time in her life, she had been honest. With herself. With Max. She loved him. And whatever that was giving her wasn’t enough. She needed more and what she truly needed she knew Max would never be ready to give. And the world was spinning so fast around her and didn’t hint to stop.

She had lost control completely. And, incidentally, she had never felt so free.

A smile grew on her lips as tears started falling across her reddened cheeks again. She welcomed the pain with solace, like an old friend. It was consuming and at the same time, it was tranquil.

But she wasn’t done. The emotional starvation that spiralled through her quickly became a hunger for more truths. She needed more chaos. Suddenly, Stella felt the desperate need to see her entire world crumble and go up in flames. And maybe she was acting erratic, spiralling towards complete madness, but she didn’t care.

She hadn’t cared for consequences all that time; she wouldn’t have started then.

Taking advantage of another stop through the traffic, Stella picked her phone up from the charging station and opened Greg’s chat, ignoring the sequence of texts he had sent in the past half an hour.

“I am sorry to do this through a text. I wish I was a better person. I won’t make it tonight. And this isn’t working. You deserve better. Best of luck out there.”

Sent.

Stella wondered if she was supposed to trust her decision-making a moment too late. Everything had been set in motion now. It was late for regrets.

She dropped her phone on the passenger seat and then quickly tapped on the car screen, hitting redial.

Stella tapped her fingers impatiently on the wheel as the line rang and realised she was holding her breath in only when the call got finally picked up on the other side.

“I want you to know that I was considering ignoring you.”

“I am sorry,” Stella blurted out, “I shouldn’t have reacted that way, shutting you out.”

“Girl,” Anissa sighed, “no, you shouldn’t have, but I understand. I shouldn’t have insisted-”

“You were right.” Stella cut through Anissa’s words before she could make even more of a fool out of herself. She had been clowning for seventeen years, after all, it was about time to be done with it. “Max is not just a friend to me. I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“No, I am. I’ve been horrible to so many people because of it. I’ve hurt people,”

“You hurt yourself more than anyone, Stella. What’s done is done, let the past go.” Anissa grumbled softly, “Fine, you have been shitty with a few of your exes but, in all honesty, they were the stupid ones if they didn’t see it coming.”

“I need you to be real now, not to be my loyal best friend.”

“I am always both, girl. Listen, what are you going to do now?”

“Nothing. I’ve already done it. I think me and Max are done.”

“What!?”

A wall of pain hit her. She felt it on her skin and into her flesh, like swimming through fine glass. It was tangible and suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

But Stella held a brave face, drying her tears with a quick brush of her fingertips.

“I- I told him how I feel. What I want. And, I do not think he is ready. I don’t think he ever will. So, yeah. This is it. And I just broke up with Greg too.”

Anissa cheered from the other side of the phone, “On fire! Girl, what got into you!?”

“Question of the day,” Stella shook her head and then sighed, “Anyway, now it’s your turn to get toasted. How’s LA?”

Stella kept her eyes pointed in front of her, not that she was paying attention to the traffic, but it was better than risking looking at the screen of her radio and seeing the pop-ups of all the messages coming from Greg.

“Usual. Sunny. Why? Feel like visiting?”

Stella chuckled, “You know what? Doesn’t sound too bad. I might, after my sister’s wedding.”

Right. The wedding. She didn’t even want to think about it. Not now. Not when it would have been her kiss of death.

Anissa burst into laughter. “Bitch you sure will need a holiday. What’s your plan now?”

“Gonna get home and have a long shower. Maybe cry? Then I’ll order myself some takeout and then, I plan to pass out on the sofa eating ice cream.”

“Sounds fucking amazing if you ask me.”

“You know me. Keeping up living the dream.”

Stella wrapped her wet hair into a towel and then, she gave a good look at herself in the mirror.

God, she looked so tired.

She had tried to cancel the traces of misery off her skin with her serums, oils and creams, but it didn’t seem to do the trick. Not to her eyes anyways. Not when she could so clearly see the traces of pain and guilt smudging her expression. Not when she knew the extent of the violent sobs that took over her as soon as she stepped into her house and felt completely naked and alone.

Maybe she should have avoided mirrors for the next few days. Only to give herself some time to recover. Just until Monday. Then, with the start of a new week, there was also the hope of her being able to look at herself. Maybe.

Walking around barefoot, Stella didn’t much care for how cold the wooden floor of her small apartment was. She wasn't really there after all, she was floating, trying to ignore the despair gnawing at her insides. She was only wearing the top half of a pyjama and was ready to settle in on the sofa, which looked perfectly welcoming with its nest of pillows and blankets.

Her TV was tuned on TBS.

She may have known it would have been better not to tempt her pain. Just thinking about watching Max live on screen made her so painfully aware of the empty space carved into her chest. Just like his silence.

Max hadn’t reached out. However, she had taken the decision to actively ignore it because just thinking about it made her spiral into the void of fearing he would never reach out ever again. And how could she ever deal with that level of mourning?

And yet she couldn’t keep away. It was her guilty pleasure.

No one needed to know. No one needed to see how small and desperate she could become only to feel connected to him, even if in such a fleeting way. Even if that made her pathetic.

Though, despite it all, there was peace settling into her, now.

That was at least until her door was shaken by three firm knocks.

Stella flinched and froze, looking over at the thin wooden panel.

Her heart started to beat faster and faster. As adrenaline buzzed through her nerves, she felt her skin warming up for the first time in hours. Her eyes were suddenly brightened and even a smile grew on her lips.

It couldn’t be.

But what if it was?

What if-

She threw herself at the door, opening it up with all the outburst of expectations to find, on the other side, a Max that had dropped everything just to get to her. In her head, she was already picturing how sweet it would have been to be finally swooped into his arms with no remorse, no pain, and no more fear.

Though reality was quickly slapping her in the face.

“Greg?” Her smile died out.

“Expecting someone else?” He wondered dryly.

He looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot. He wore a creased shirt that seemed to be missing a tie. Maybe even a suit jacket. His breath reeked of booze. He held himself up on the door frame, just as if he feared he would stumble if he stood up straight. But worse, was the look he had. Crazed and unstable. Somewhat dangerous.

A cold shiver crossed her back. All of a sudden, Stella didn’t feel safe. It was an unexplained feeling that gathered behind her neck. Everything inside of her shouted to run.

She acted without thinking clearly. Stella checked the corridor around Greg before looking back up at him. Before she could say anything, or even try to pretend to be welcoming to maybe put him at ease, she instinctively hid herself behind the door.

What a mistake.

Greg acted immediately and pushed the door open. “Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me I’m not welcomed all of a sudden, uh!?”

“I-”

Before she could even try to say anything, he was inside her house. Greg gave her a harsh push hurling her in the middle of the room, far enough for him to have access to the door and lock it.

Stella's fear grew. She felt her blood pound into her ears. She didn’t even try to fight him but took advantage of the time he took to fiddle with the lock to move across the room and around the small kitchen table.

“Let’s talk about this,” She tried to appease him, as she looked around, desperately trying to find anything that could be used against him. Though the moment he turned towards her, Stella raised her hands into a peaceful gesture, now her entire attention was on him. “How can I help you?” She continued, deciding that maybe she needed to act casual.

“How can you help me?” Greg chuckled. “Maybe picking up your fucking phone!?” He shouted startling her. “You always run like a fucking bitch to pick it up for him but the moment it’s me, your actual boyfriend, you don’t even bother.”

Stella had to bite her tongue not to correct him in any way. It wasn’t the time to remind him they had never gone official.

“I’m sorry,” she was trying her best not to succumb to her need to run. She had a feeling if she did, it would have prompted him to catch her. And she didn’t want him to put his hands on her. “You are right; I should have picked it up.”

“Am I right?” Greg chuckled again, pinching at the root of his nose. “Of course, I am fucking right! You dumped me through a shitty text and then didn’t even have the decency to pay me the respect or even the care of an explanation!”

He was out of his mind. And she hated that she had to make herself small in order not to get a violent reaction out of him. But she knew the situation would have only gotten worse if she had said what she truly thought.

“I am sorry,” she started, deciding to be brave - or maybe stupid – Stella left her safe spot behind the table and moved closer to him. She knew it only had the appearance of being safe, if Greg had snapped, he could have easily flung it out of the way. Keeping her hands well risen not to appear threatening, Stella approached him. She only needed to calm him down to give her enough of a chance to get out of there. “You are right, I have wronged you. I wish I could justify it with having a bad day, but it still wasn’t fair on you.” Greg didn’t react, which prompted her to place a shaky hand on his chest. Since he still didn’t move, she cupped the other around his jaw, looking straight into his eyes. “I had wronged you so much.”

It was still dangerous. And he still looked completely out of it. She wasn’t safe there, but at least her plan seemed to work.

Greg crumbled in her hold and shrank on her, pressing his face into her shoulder and she did the only thing she could think was right. Taking advantage of his distraction once more, she looked around the room.

He blocked her way to the door, plus it was locked and taking the time to open it would have ruined her chances. She already knew her best way out, if she didn't manage to get him out of her apartment of his own accord, was the fire escape running on the side of the building by her bedroom window.

At least that gave her an out. She would have thought about the rest later.

She still needed to put on clothes. Some sort of pants at least. New York was crazy, but it didn't mean she was willing to get out in the streets in underwear.

Her bag. She needed her bag. That she knew was on the counter behind her.

Her phone? God, where did she put her phone?

She started to panic, looking around. Her heart was beating so quickly that she started feeling light-headed. Trying to keep Greg calm and oblivious, cradling him slowly, was nerve-wracking. He could have switched at any minute. And if he did, she was right under his grasp. If he did, she would have had to fight her way out of there.

The TV in the background chattered. She wasn’t paying too much attention; she was too concentrated on Greg's every tiny movement to listen to Tony Schiavone and Jim Ross talking along one of the matches.

The second the fleeting thought she had it and could make it was the moment Stella regretted every choice she had taken that day.

It happened in a second. One moment Greg appeared harmless as he bent into his insecurities, letting her hold him. And the next, he violently snapped, leaving her no way out.

Greg grabbed her arms and gave her a strong squeeze. Firmly holding her, he pushed her harshly through the kitchen, willingly railing her through the table and against the counter. Stella lost her breath. She had barely time to assess the hit, as a shot of pain exploded through her back and right leg. It seemed unimportant to think about the bruises she would have probably shown in a few hours, and yet, part of her brain escaped there, already at the after.

“You fucking whore,” Greg snarled in her face, “tell me the truth. You are fucking him, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Stella pleaded, trying to push him off her without success. She kicked and wiggled, but he was unmovable. His entire body weight pressed on her.

“No?” He hesitated a moment, only to get back in her face. “Liar!” He shouted.

A split second later, Greg punched her right in the face. She didn’t have any time to react, nor to see it coming and at least try to defend herself. Her head cocked back, hitting the hardwood of the cabinets and hot pain gushed through her skull, making her squeal. Her vision went black. At first, she got disoriented. Her thoughts suddenly light. Her fear was unimportant. Then she felt her blood pumping into her head and she started to fear to be bleeding.

Trying her best to recover her focus, Stella barely had a second to gather herself. Greg wasn’t done. “If I can’t have you. Nobody can.” By then he was manic. “Not even him.” He pushed her against the cabinets once more, just to hurt her and cruelly smiled at her whimpers. “What do you think he’d do once he found out you had been ruined? He wouldn’t want you anymore if you weren’t so pretty and delicate,” he smiled cruelly and a shiver of pure terror crossed her.

He wanted to seriously hurt her.

Greg clutched at her throat squeezing the breath out of her lungs. This time he didn’t contain himself like he did earlier. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her neck, pressing against her jugular.

Stella needed to react. Fast. She would have fainted in a handful of seconds if she didn’t. And the last thing she wanted was to be unconscious around him.

The fear that froze her caught fire, possibly prompted by the adrenaline that raged through her veins. At first, Stella grabbed Greg’s wrist, digging ferociously her nails into his skin, trying to make him loosen his grip. Then, as soon as she noticed she wouldn’t have much success, she moved to his face.

Stella scratched his cheeks causing him to yell. The moment she realised her main thought at the moment was to gather as much of his DNA under her nails as she could, was the moment she decided it wasn’t the time to play safe anymore. She went full-on fight mode and shoved both her thumbs into his eye sockets, pressing vigorously on his eyes until he let go of her.

She didn’t even care about the extent of his possible injuries.

As Greg was destabilised, crying out loud, she took advantage of his loss of balance and gave him a strong push with both arms and legs. Enough to give her a small opening to bolt towards her bedroom.

Stella jumped through the door, remembering to grab her bag on the way, and then locked the door behind her back, taking only a second to rest on the wooden panel and catch her breath. She needed to get out of there. It was about the only thing she remembered clearly. Everything else was so fuzzy. She still felt her head on fire. Her lower back was hurting. The entire left side of her face was numb.

She needed to call the police. But her phone was lost.

A shot of clarity made her remember she had thrown it distractedly on the sofa, which meant it was impossible for her to reach it now.

And then her second of peace to gather her thoughts was gone. Greg hit the door once. Then again. “Don’t be like that, sweety. What you just did wasn’t nice.”

Stella didn’t let herself freeze again. Even if she just wanted to curl into a ball and cry until she would have disappeared, she fought again. Now against herself.

Greg hit the door again. This time he was pounding it down with his shoulder, trying to cave his way through it. “You got nowhere to go. I will catch you. And then you will pay for how you had humiliated me.”

He was out of his mind. And that door may have had perfectly good hinges, but she suspected he would have found a way in, sooner or later.

Losing time was out of the question.

She so wanted to shout at him all the ways she would have made him regret what he had just done to her. She wanted to scare and hurt him just as much as he dared to try and do to her. But she had to swallow her pride and accept that that battle wasn’t to be won there and then. She needed to be alive and well to win anything.

Stella ran across the room and grabbed the first thing she found to cover herself. She hurried to wear a random pair of joggers she didn’t even see the colour of, and then she threw on an uncoordinated cardigan, just to keep warm. Quickly looking underneath her bed, she pulled out a box containing an old pair of shoes she bought on a whim and never wore because they were too pretty and too expensive. They were heels. It didn’t matter.

Holding them firmly, together with her purse, Stella slid out the window and down the set of steep metal stairs of the fire escape. As soon as she hit the ground, she started running literally for her life.

#mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #maxwell jacob friedman x ofc #mjf x reader #mjf aew #mjf smut #mjf fanfiction

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rotp-on-ao3 · 7 months

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Bury Me, Bury Me: Part 1

Alright... I had to split this into 2 parts. Not because the length. (The 1st part is only about 2k words.) No. It's because my brain is refusing to cooperate with getting the details down in sections for the 2nd half... And I've been promising this for a bit. I want to get it out. So enjoy part 1 of Bury Me, Bury Me.

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Title: Bury Me, Bury Me

Category: M/M

Fandom: Psych

Pairings: Pre Shassie, Shassie

Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton "Lassie" Lassiter, Lucienne Allera, The Gusters (Mentioned)

Warnings: Verbal Child Abuse, Coarse Language, Idiots to Lovers

Summary: 18yo Shawn Spencer makes one final stand against his father before departing on his escape. A decade later...

Height Notes: Shawn, 5'9"; Carlton, 6'1"; Lucienne, 5'5"

Note Notes: I actually had some notes, but then thoughts.exe decided to stop running. So. Yeah.

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"Joyriding, Shawn! Do you understand how embarrassing it is having to arrest my own kid?" Henry blustered, pacing in front of his son. Standing near the door, Shawn didn't bother to look at his father. Arms crossed over his chest, the teen was just waiting for the moment to bolt. "Of course you don't! Just like you don't understand that you just threw away your life!"

Shawn laughed coldly at that. Lips curling in a smile filled with disgust, the long-haired brunette finally looked at his father.

"That's real fucking rich. I'm dying of laughter over here, Henry." Said man paused in his steps, looking at his son in astonishment. The audacity of the punk. "My life, right."

"Shawn." A warning. Shawn had heard it all before. He wasn't interested in hearing it again.

"No, Henry. It wasn't my life! It was yours! I don't even know who the hell I am! You made sure of that!" His body had moved on its own and lifted his hand to point accusingly at the older man, working himself up to a blow up. "It was all you wanted! It seemed like I wanted it too, but I was just a dumb impressionable kid! And by the time I realised that wasn't how all kids were, I had no foot holds in the social world besides the Gusters!

But they were just as malleable! A 'He's just in need of something to hold his focus' and a 'He's fine, just needs to run off some steam' and no one was the fucking wiser! Realised early fucking on that I couldn't go to any adult about either without being called a liar!" Shawn paused, breathing heavy. Locking eyes with his father, Shawn let his hurt shine through. "But sure, I threw my life away... Did you even care about me as a person?"

Silence rang out, only interrupted by Shawn's heaving breaths.

Closing his eyes, Henry didn't see his son's heartbroken smile.

"Did you even care that I was a person who had to make mistakes to learn? That I might've grown to have different goals and ambitions? That I never finished much because I knew, in the long run, it wouldn't have mattered in Henry Spencer's Grand Plan for Shawn?" The younger man's voice was barely a whisper at that point. It may as well have been a shout with how clearly Henry had heard it. He flinched.

The silence told Shawn all he needed to know. Readjusting his duffle, the teen turned to the door. The sound of the doorknob caused Henry to look at his son. "I'm leaving."

A kindling of anger flared in the older man. "You leave, you don't come back. You understand?"

Bitter didn't even begin to cover the emotions swirling in his hazel eyes and dripping from his smile.

"Wouldn't dream of it, dad."

~~~~~

10 Years Later

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Busing tables and making coffee in Santa Barbara hadn't really been his intention when he visited Gus, but here he was. Two months into his stay and he'd needed to pay the bills somehow. And at least the people were interesting.

Like his next customer. A woman who was about 5'5" with dyed red hair- pulled into an artfully messy bun-, sharp dark green eyes that were at odds with the soft shape of her face; crisp burgundy pantsuit hiding what is likely a toned body, and black, pointed kitten heels. Catalogued in a second, Shawn smiled at the woman, who smiled amusedly back.

"I've gotta go, Jodey. Gotta place the coffee order." Raising her hand, she pressed a button on her headset. A flicker of a glance told Shawn she had read his nametag. "Sorry about that, Shawn."

"It's all good. What can I get for you, Ms. Allera?" Two could play the name game, given the context clues. The amused smile on Lucienne Allera's face held notes of impressed. It really was a shot in the dark, but those tended to be right for Shawn more often than not. Like now.

"Well now, if it weren't for the fact that I offered to get coffee for the team, I'd have you take a stab at what I would like." A knowing glitter brightened her dark green eyes. "Unfortunately, we just don't have that time. And please, call me Lucienne."

Smiling cheekily back, Shawn said, "Of course. Now, I'm putting this as a to-go order, correct?"

"Of course!" Giving himself a moment to really look at her- as she gave a very big order-, the brunette had the feeling this wouldn't be the last time he'd encounter her.

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A few days had gone by before he saw Lucienne again. This time the Cafe was practically dead, giving Shawn the perfect opportunity to catch up on his reading. He had looked up when he heard the gentle tinkle of the bells above the door. Seeing Lucienne perked him up, up until he noticed how visibly angry she was. Still, she was gentle with everything she came in contact with.

"... You okay, Luce?" he bit his lip in hesitation, but ultimately asked. Blazing moss wildly caught sight of him before disappearing behind painted lids. Taking a deep breath, the redhead opened her eyes, much calmer.

"Sorry 'bout that, suga'. Damn colleagues pissed me off." Her expression fluttered before settling on sheepish. Shawn smiled warmly.

"It's all good, Luce. What can I get for you?"

"A friendly listening ear?"

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And it went on like that for a few weeks. Lucienne visiting, often in good spirits, and Shawn enjoying her company as best he can. The most recent visit stuck in his mind, though,

"Oh, before I forget! Shawn, I'll be bringing my best friend by in a couple of days!" She paused to snicker at a thought. "I would've dragged him down sooner, but he was being a grump-a-whump-a-gus. Kept saying, 'Don't need a new coffee joint, Allera. My usual place doesn't serve swill, Allera.' I mean, honestly."

Shawn could admit to himself that he was nervous. Lucienne's friend was a cop and it was general rule to avoid those. But he wouldn't bolt. He liked the eccentric Prosecuting Attorney.

If the cheerful tinkling of the bell didn't alert him of new arrivals, the loud protesting definitely did.

"Al- Lucienne! I really don't need a new coffee joint! My usual spot is good!" Shawn looked to the new voice- deep and gruff, he had to know what the man looked like. Standing at about 6' 1", the man was using his height to stop Luce from pushing him through the door by leaning back. He had short, dark hair that did nothing to flatter his ears and an off-the-rack suit that did little to flatter his frame. ('Though,' peaking a flash of the shoulder holster behind the suit jacket, 'that certainly would,' Shawn mused.) A tall, lean frame. A playful side. (Yeah, Shawn could see the smile playing at the edges of the man's lips.) Shawn begged the universe that he didn't have blue eyes. He'd be screwed.

"Alright, alright! I'll try it! Stop pushing me!" His face turned and Shawn locked eyes with delighted baby blues.

...

Fuck.

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Meanwhile....

"Just! *huff* Go in! Asshole!" Lucienne pushed her, admittedly, heavy friend. "I already told my friend we'd visit! Stop being an ass!"

She just knew Carlton was laughing at her, amused by her plight. He was such an ass. Had been since they were kids.

"Alright, alright! I'll try it! Stop pushing me!" Straightening up and dropping her arms, she was tempted to give him another shove for the laughter in his voice. She waited for him to move, but realised he'd frozen in the doorway from something other than playful stubbornness. Following his gaze, she smirked.

"Carlton? Wha's the hol' up?" She made sure her voice rang as annoyed and not amused. It seemed to knock him out of his trance and he grabbed her arm, dragging her out of view of the barista.

"Luce!" he hissed, a wild panicked look in his eye. "You said your friend was a barista, right?"

With a raised eyebrow, she nodded.

"Please, for the love of Lady Justice, tell me he isn't the barista at the counter!" It wasn't a question, so much as a plea. With her eyebrow still raised, she nodded again; almost giggling at his soft curse. He glowered at her ineffectually.

"You never said he was cute!"

Affecting an innocent demeanour- that her friend saw right through-, she asked, "Really? It must've slipped my mind."

"I hate you, so much." He straightened, trying to look like he wasn't ready to commit murder. Turning around, he muttered, "Come on. Let's get this embarrassment over with."

Smirking at his back, she chirped, "Love you too, bestie!"

~~~~~

Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-! Hot Cop was coming his way and he could not screw this up! He had to play this cool.

"Hi! Welcome to the Santa Barbara Cafe! My name is Shawn and I'll be your barista! What can I get for you?" ... fuckityfuckfuck... Auto pilot. But that was okay, because it seemed Hot Cop was having just as much trouble as he was.

"'Ello, Duck. I'll have my usual and Carlton, here, will have the equivalent of a cup of coffee with 3 sugars and 4 creams!" Lucienne! His friend- his evil and sadistic friend- shoved Hot Cop (Carlton, he noted) aside with her elbow, to give their order to him.

Seeing Carlton's disgruntled expression directed at their mutual friend and her cheeky grin, Shawn couldn't help but laugh behind a hand.

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(Later, Lucienne would make a "casual" note how Shawn was kinda cute when he laughed and how it might up his chances at getting a date. "Oh, well, what do I know, though..." Causing the head detective- as Shawn would soon find out- to glare.)

(Also later, Shawn would pull aside his red haired friend to complain. "You never said he was hot!"

Lucienne wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Uh, yeah. He's like my brother. I have three of those, so I can confidently say that that would be super weird for me to say about him.")

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And much like when he first met Lucienne, it became the new normal for Lucienne to drop by with Carlton. This went on for nearly a month. Nearly a month of attempting to flirt with the man with captivating baby blues. Nearly a month of great conversation and childhood stories. ("No, no! I remember Mona looked ready to blow a gasket at seeing us covered in mud just before we were about to take pictures! Althea! Althea couldn't keep from laughing! That was the day that Mona decided I was a bad influence." "Oh, that's right. Althea later gave us cookies because she really didn't want to take pictures that day.") Nearly a month before Lucienne finally broke.

"Just kiss already! I'm getting sick of your flirting!" She pointed at the both of them. "'Oh, Lassie, I'm sure no one can compare to you at the SBPD!' 'That was a cute little smile, Shawn. Where has that been hiding?' Ugh! Sickening!"

The two men watched as their friend threw her hands up in disgust and walked out of the Cafe. They sat there in silence, steadfastly not looking at one another.

"So..." Carlton, still not looking at Shawn- just as much as Shawn wasn't looking at Carlton-, broke the silence moments later. "... You wanna get dinner later?"

Glancing over, the younger man locked eyes with the older, causing them to laugh a little.

"... Yeah, Lassie. I'd love to."

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And this is where the story should've ended. A lovely promise of dating and shenanigans. The hope of budding romance and flourishing friendships. The thought of new friends meeting old.

This is not where the story ends.

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(Part 2!)

#rotp ficlet #there will be a part 2 #eventually #psych #psych fic #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #henry spencer #shassie #lucienne my oc #i'll be posting about lucienne soon #cliffhanger

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the poets and their pet of choice (aka: dog or cat people?)

(there's ship stuff under the "keep reading" tag and i wrote for whatever ship i could think of hcs for)

neil: dog person. c'mon, neil perry is a walking golden retriever, of course he loves dogs.

todd: controversially, a dog person. he loves cats, but there is nothing like a dog jumping up on you to give you kisses. he seems to like their company more than some humans, occasionally. they're easier to talk to. (todd + therapy dog?)

charlie: also controversially, a cat person. charlie loves dogs, yes he does, but he embodies cat energy. specifically a jaguar. he just loves cats (and wearing cat-based animal prints [like cheetah, tiger]).

knox: dog person. there are no thoughts behind his doe eyes and though dogs can be smart as hell, they can also be dumb as hell, and they just work so well with him. also, imagine him holding a puppy. done.

meeks: cat person. he may be a talkative person, compared to other... nerds, i said it, but the silent solitude a cat provides is perfect for him. he loves that they can curl on his lap when he studies and also try to interupt the studying for his attention but in less distracting ways than a dog.

pitts: dog person. it feels like i can make a "tall person" joke here but just, dogs. actually, i think pitts is allergic to dogs and is so sad that he can be toppled over by a sneeze because of dogs but not by the dogs themselves.

cam: cat person. do i really need to explain? i will regardless. he genuinely thinks any animal would hate him but cats come up to him and he is so confused, but they are also a lot less energetic than dogs, so he can deal with them and their affections easier. he, like meeks, also likes their habits during your own studying.

multishipper madness:

anderperry: as two dog lovers, they would get their first dog within a few months of moving in together. neil knows that todd is it for him, and todd knows the reverse is true, and though the latter struggles with saying it, the dog exemplifies it in ways todd cannot put into audible words. it's a golden retriever, and it serves as the biggest source of comfort for the two of them when things get hard. nights spend cuddling with a pooch hopping onto the couch and subsequently their legs are the best nights for them. todd writes a poetry book about the dog (as todd writes a poetry book about everything, the words never stop spewing from his mind, especially with the infusion of love he feels everyday) and publishes it. dog lovers everywhere adore it.

knarlie: charlie comes home one day with an armful of cats (not kittens, as one would expect. charlie went into the shelter and adopted six of the oldest cats without ever asking a question about kittens). knox cannot say no to him. they baby these cats for as long as they live. charlie does the same thing with two dogs later on in their lives together, and knox is so in love with him it hurts is just as happy to baby these babies until they pass on. knox and charlie and their kids would be the family always surrounded by a thousand pets of different kinds, i wouldn't doubt. there is so much love in that household that it could suffocate you if you weren't careful.

mittsie: because of pitts' unfortunate allergy to dogs, they get a cat, and pitts cannot think of anything prettier than meeks, asleep on their bed, with their cat laying on his hip and purring louder than he believed possible. there's also nothing prettier than meeks laughing as he tries to move their cat off of his arms so he could keep writing whatever paper he was fixing up at the moment. there's truly not much of anything prettier than meeks, in pitts' eyes, and it is only bettered by the presence of a cat with fur a familiar shade of orange. meeks also insists on feeding their cat the healthiest food they can manage, but since meeks cannot be allowed into the kitchen as he can burn water, pitts prepares cute little healthy meals for the cat. they're so in love with each other it hurts.

cherry: neil will walk into their apartment with a puppy in hand the same day charlie gets a cat, but there is no argument over which one they keep. "you got a cat without asking me?" "you got a dog without asking me?" "fair... so we're keeping both?" "char." "yeah, why did i even ask." the cat and dog don't get along the best and neil and charlie both have different ways of getting them to befriend each other. they never figure it out, but one night, something clicks, and the cat and dog become cool as cucumbers. charlie nicknames them the most ridiculous things, and neil thinks it's adorable. neil thinks all of charlie is adorable, even though the boy couldn't take a genuine compliment to save his life, but it works.

chadd: todd and charlie go to the shelter together to adopt an animal and somehow end up with an old therapy dog and two cats, thanks to charlie's pleading and todd's pure love and inability to resist him. todd swore up and down they only had the means for one pet, with their lease and all, but he did not complain at all about the two carriers and one leash they ended up putting into their car and driving home. charlie thinks the therapy dog would be most useful for todd, since he can't always be there for him when he has some of his worse panics, but charlie finds a lot of use in the dog too. their relationship is a lot of healing and these animals only serve to help that. the cats are twins and serve their own platter of chaos. todd writes many a poem about their similarities to his boyfriend: no wonder he picked them out.

camtodd: there's a sale at the shelter, and neither of them plan to get a cat, but by some random chance, they both have a break in their day just long enough to go. the shelter is crowded with families who were waiting on a chance to see the animals, and cam almost leaves because he doubts they'll get to, but they do, and when he sits down on a floor, todd scooting against his side, in a room swarming with kittens, he expects all of them to crawl into his boyfriend's lap. and they do. but then one falls into his own lap and pads around, mewing. then another. and another. and then he's swarmed with cats, something he never believed could happen. he doesn't call it crying, but tears do fall down his cheeks. they adopt the first two cats that crawled into both of their touches. cameron cannot believe he managed to get this lucky, he has no idea how. todd doesn't really know, either, but they are so happy together that it frankly doesn't matter.

kitts: pitts goes to visit knox's family, who are all too excited to meet him: of course, knox's family includes their adorable bernese mountain dog, skipper. pitts is not deathly allergic to dogs, but he came prepared with enough allergy medication to drown a horse. he takes one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening: thankfully they only make him lightly drowsy and not entirely delirious. knox, who had completely forgotten his boyfriend was allergic to dogs, sees him taking the pills and asks, only to be brutally reminded the man he loves can never be a dog owner: he feels terrible, and offers to go home early, but pitts would never end this trip prematurely for the world. when it does end, though, knox suggests they look for a hypoallergenic dog. pitts laughs. they adopt one a few years later.

kneil: knox is one for big romantic gestures, so he figures, after he and neil had been together for three years, he'd celebrate their anniversary by getting a dog. neil had mentioned wanting to get a pet far more in those past few months than he had the first two years of their relationship, so knox took the logical leap. when he comes home on their anniversary with the cutest dog he could find, neil is just... totally in love with him and the dog and he can't believe it. his boyfriend knew how to take hints, but he did so in the dorkiest ways, sometimes, especially since neil thought his disappearance the entire day meant last-minute anniversary preparations (it did. the dinner neil was expecting would come later that night. along with the proposal, but adopting a dog, for the two of them, was likened to a marriage proposal, so neil sees it coming before knox even has the chance to ask.)

carry: cam is the one to surprise neil, this time around. sort of. though everyone else is great at surprises, cam is constantly worried that the other person won't like it, so the moment he seriously considers getting a pet to try and bring more comfort into their lives, he asks neil. neil is all too quick to agree, and they have a cat by the next week. cam made sure, time and time again, that neil was okay settling for a cat instead of a dog, because he could handle a dog, he could, but neil did not think he could handle a dog (and the sharp cacophony of their barks) all too well, so they take home the large white cat that curled up in the brunet's lap and fell asleep while cam was sifting through paperwork at the shelter. this cat brings them comfort at their roughest times, when human touch and words are too much for the mind, as well as many happy memories.

parlie: pitts' allergy stikes again, though not to his boyfriend's dismay, and after much deliberation over whether they could handle a pet together, their question is answered for them when a kitten appears on their doorstep and they immediately take her in. watching your partner nurse a little kitten back to help is the most adorable thing to watch, they'd both agree. it makes them think about the impossible. once the kitten is healthy and older, they love having cooking competitions to see whose food the cat likes more: it's an even split, since pitts can cook amazingly and with heart while charlie creates on instinct without any semblance of intent and yet still produces beauty. the cat doesn't mind and lives heartily on both of their delicious productions.c

gingersnaps: they are totally the couple to get a dog that is almost as tall as the both of them and take them for walks all around town. they are both cat people, a fact that cameron mentions the moment meeks sees the puppy and cameron knows they are going home with a dog. the worker at the shelter warns that the dog is going to grow tall, sending cautious glances at their nowhere-near-six-foot selves, but they shrug it off. the dog does grow quite big, and they just barely manage to keep them adequately contained and healthy on top of maintaining their own health, sanity, and savings, but they make do. meeks tends to get attacked with kisses by their very tall dog often while he's trying to relax on the couch, and cameron tries to help him, only to get "attacked" as well. their rest only comes when their puppy tires out and falls asleep and they can curl up in each other's arms, notably covered in dog slobber as they do.

meekx: to combat knox's usual big romantic gestures, meeks is the one this time to surprise knox with an animal. he gets a puppy with eyes the same shade of brown that he's seen in the eyes he's come to fall in love with. knox is almost moved to tears, and he hugs his boyfriend and their dog close to his chest when he first sees them together. there's something so endearing to him about seeing meeks attempt to hold a squirming puppy in his arms, and knox presses several kisses to his curls and to the puppy's adorable head once he pulls away from the hug. this new love is fast and immediate, kind of like how the two of them fell in love in the first place.

a bundle of nerds: their dog, because even with two cat people, they end up with a dog, has bronze fur, increasing the number of orange-haired dorks in this grouping to three and leaving the sole brunette outnumbered even further. they let the dog onto the bed at night with the three of them, though it was already a squeeze before, since pitts tends to be colder than the cam or meeks and they need to supply for the lost heat. pitts finds it easiest to play with and "wrangle" the dog when they're being a tad too energetic, but meeks has a way with training them, and cam has a way with soothing them, that perfectly balances their care and love between all of them. pitts buys a gross variety of different toys for the dog, and cam and meeks love watching their boyfriend play with the dog from their porch/balcony, while simultaneously falling even more in love with him, if that were possible.

mittsiedd: college and career life is tough, and as everyone starts working later hours to try and provide in the grueling and failing economy, they start spending less time together, and todd's and pitts' anxiety starts to worsen. they're typically together for the hard nights, pitts silently holding todd as he gets him to mimic what he can remember from his own therapy sessions while he does it for himself, with meeks trying his best to provide comfort from his graveyard shift with whatever he can think of. when his coworker tells him that her cat had a litter and she needs to rehome the kittens, the answer to his problem bursts into his head as if it had been obvious the entire time. he does ask first, though, and todd, who had a calm night, easily agrees, as does pitts, with the little convincing it took of meeks saying "studies show that petting an animal can lower your blood pressure." cuddles with a kitten do not supplement cuddles with your lovers, but the cat really does help them make it through this tough stretch of their lives.

camderperry: cameron has always been afraid of getting a pet with neil and todd, because he thinks their mishmash of a relationship will not last as long as the animal's life. todd and neil disagree. enter: mx. whiskers (charlie, a part of the entire plan to get cameron out of his goddamn head, c'mon, didn't he see how annoying it was in school, was responsible for the name). cameron admits to breaking out in a stupid sob when he comes home form work to a text saying "surprise!" and a cat bundled in todd's arms, because its there, its real, it means something. neil pulls him into his arms before he can start bawling, which he still does, and todd immediately supplies him with the kitty, and suddenly, for a moment, a long and dear moment, everything is right in the world. the cat snuggles into cam's arms, and he rests his head atop of their warm head, and todd presses a soft kiss to his cheek, followed by neil planting a kiss to the both of his partners' foreheads, and everything is good. everything is right.

polypoets: it is hard enough to coordinate anything when seven people are all dating each other, let alone attempt to decide if they should get a pet, as it involves feeding, grooming, play, and vet schedules which are tough to dictate between two people as is, but somehow, the poets manage. at first, when they decide to try and see if they should get a pet, they cannot agree on what type of animal to get ("four to three. we win!" "we can't get a dog, knox! what about ger's allergies?" "i'll be fine, but i don't think we should get an animal until we have our own place together." "this three bedroom apartment isn't enough?" "we can barely afford rent without the pet fees." "oh fuck, i forgot about those." "we can afford rent just fine." "not with pet fees.") they get a fish for their first attempt at pet parenting while still in that apartment. it goes... about as expected: chaotic but surprisingly well. cam and todd are in charge of creating the schedules, neil cleans the tank, meeks is in charge of health, knox and charlie make the fish do dorky tricks while they do their feedings, and pitts keeps track of their supplies. when they do get their own place, a house with a huge primary bedroom that seems as big as the average studio apartment but with enough space for all of them plus some, they get a cat. and then a dog. and another fish, for old time's sake. the schedule is pretty much the same, give or take some semantics. they all grow old together, happy and in love with each other and with these dorky pet additions to their family, okay?

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We've had our new cats for like two weeks now and. I just wanna tell you about these guys. They're eight months old, they're still kittens. They're brothers and while they look nearly identical they couldn't be more different. They're american longhairs that we think might have some maine coon or norweigan forest cat in them, and like i said, they're still young, they're not done growing yet, and we're expecting them to get Big.

But they're brothers, eight months old, and the first one, Rocha- gentle giant. He's the sweetest. But he's already HUGE. He's sweet but also. I'm laying down in bed and he comes up to splay himself on top of me but in doing so climbs over me and . Hes big. Hes HEAVY. He comes up to bed and i might be asleep and suddenly. Boom! Like 30(its probably more like 20 but still hes Heavy) fucking pounds of cat, the weight all in one paw straight into my spleen and i just kind of die. Worth it though.

Then he sucessefully splays out on top of me while I'm still wheezing and hes like. Pinning me down hes so big. He doesnt loaf he splays and hes on my entire chest and stomach and his tails like past my knees. Hes like three feet long its crazy. Hes like. A whole toddler. He needs his own bed.

Then comes his brother. Maple looks like hed be the sweeter one, hes more confident, he comes right up and greets everyone while Rocha hides for a while around strangers. But no, hes the menace. You cant eat or make food in the room because he will scream and bolt for you and jump on the counter and stick his face in whatever you're doing. I have to put him in the closet while i get his food because he literally wont let me get it out of the can. He acts like hes actively starving to death and when he does get his food he fucking sucks that shit up like a shopvac. Its gone becore you can even stand back up meanwhile Rocha takes his sweet time eating his little plate of beef saute. One second versus several minutes. Also Maple has been DESTROYING all the pillows and stuffed animals in the house, hes like a dog, he doesnt eat the tuffing thank god just bites the ears and limbs and corners off of everything.

Also, unlike his brother, Maple is. Well. Tiny. Like TINY. They're identical in looks aside from their size. Rochas a workout to pick up and you have to hold him like a large baby. Maple I can pick up with one hand and i could easily chuck him like a football. In fact thats exactly how i get him off the counter. I scoop him up with one hand and drop him out of the way even though i know he'll just jump back up ten seconds later. And yknow how Rocha kills me in the process of cuddling and then splays out huge. Well Maple is the sweetest when hes actually not playful or around food. Hes so light i know he wouldnt wake me up even if he climbed all over me. He'll climb on my chest and like put his head at my chin and be soo sweet and he'll curl into the tiniest little ball or cat loaf and hhhhrg. Tiny. He could fit in a little round fishbowl that's how small he is when he curls up. Then theres his brother thats three times as big 💀 its actually hard to tell ones so much bigger unless they're sleeping how they do because they're so fluffy they just look the same when theyre like walking around. Anyway i just think they're silly. The twin but not so much brothers

Maple in the mentioned tiny loaf on my chest right this moment actually(left) and last night Round(right)

Meanwhile theres Rocha standing at windowsill height like a whole child

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cielitomarmar · 6 months

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Prologue

Hell.

Hell can be classified as different things, you can use it as an emotion. Claiming you "feel like hell", It can be a place, where sinners land after they die, but it can also be classified as an experience. You can experience hell in any form. However, no one has ever felt hell like that of Violet June Hernandez.

She was a normal girl, with normal hobbies but not much of a normal background. If anything, she would give anything to feel normal. Her childhood was normal until it wasn't.

"What do you want?" Selina asked the tall man at the door, he was graying but he was well groomed. He wore red shades to hide away at his brown eyes. He had a mustache and somewhat tan skin.

Selina was shorter than him, her hair cut into a pixie cut, her brown siren eyes shooting daggers at the man as he grinned at her. A cold, menacing grin.

"I just wanted to know why I haven't seen you at the Iceberg. You okay honey?" He asked her even though she didn't want him to speak. He knew she knew he knew, yet he didn't believe it.

"None of your damn business, now leave," She warned him, he didn't listen, he wanted the proof, he wanted to know why she was barely showing up to work, and when she did show up why she wasn't showing up her usual self. Until he saw it himself.

His gaze left hers as he saw a little girl, she's about seven years old, in a Disney princess nightgown holding a black kitten. She has Selina's big brown eyes yet the gaze of someone he knew, someone he despised.

"Cute kid, she your sister?" He asked as he returned his gaze to Selina. Selina's eyes widened as she turned around and saw her daughter, she had a scared expression on her face. Selina rushed up to her as the little girl's eyes began to water.

"Violet, honey, why aren't you in bed? You should be asleep," Selina mumbled to her young daughter as she brushed down the stray hairs on her little head, Violet hiccuped and let out a shaky breath.

"Mama, I'm scared, who is that man?" The little mutter softly, as Selina kissed her forehead and wiped the straggled tears from her chubby cheeks. Violet was the spitting image of her mother, the curls, the lips, the nose, and the eyes but her gaze wasn't of Selina's, no, it was someone else's gaze. Someone they should never ever mention.

"Who's her father, kid?" He asked Selina as she didn't look back at him. She was only worried about calming Violet down so she could go to bed. Selina took the black kitten gently as it meowed softly. Selina looked at Violet and grabbed the girl's little hand. Selina stood up and sighed.

"Come on, princess, let's get you to bed," She whispered to Violet. The girl looked at the man and then looked at her mother, she nodded at her mother's words and Selina took her to her room and placed her on the bed gently.

"That man, is a bad man, baby," Selina told her young as she tucked her in. The child looked at her mom, who looked frantic.

"Why is he here mommy?" She asked gently as Selina placed the small kitten next to her. Selina looked at her child, those eyes of hers makes Selina want to start crying. It is unbelievable how someone so damaged was able to make someone so beautiful, she was the luckiest woman on Earth to have such a beautiful baby girl.

"He wanted to see if I was going to work today, that's why I need you to sleep, take care of little Salem, I will be back later, okay?" She asked as the kid could do that. The girl nodded and the older woman smiled softly. She leaned down and kissed the young's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Vivi, you make me the happiest woman on Earth by being your mother, I love you so much," She said as she caressed Violet's cheek before standing up and walking to the door. She was about to flip the switch but forgot to turn on the girl's nightlight. As she flipped it on she looked at the child.

"Good night, honey," Selina whispered to her little girl.

"Good night mommy.." the young girl mumbled as she looked at the nightlight. That nightlight had always kept the 7-year-old company. Something about a bat hanging over her bed was comforting to her.

Selina didn't bother to check if her daughter was asleep to leave the room. She saw him standing by the door as she closed the door. He sighed and took off his shades.

"Listen, kid, I don't want to ask again, but who's the father?" He asked him and she looked at him. She went to grab her coat, and when she started putting it on she sighed.

"Her father is an addict that frequents the Iceberg," She said, she kept saying that to herself as if it was the truth but it wasn't. She knew who Violet's dad was, but she doesn't want him to know, she wanted no one to know about it.

"I wish I could believe that, Selina, I really wish I could, kid," He spoke as he put the shades back on. He looked at her with not a look of disgust, or disdain, but of disappointment.

"I would've believed the lie of immaculate conception before the whole 'her fathers an addict' schtick. You know who I think is her dad? I don't know if you really know him, I know he goes by a bunch of nicknames," The man spoke as she had enough.

"The knowledge of who her father is, is none of your business Carmine." She told him sternly as she grabbed her keys.

"What's going on?" Annika, her best friend called out as she was leaving her room. Selina looked at Ani with a sigh of relief.

"Ani, honey, can you watch Violet for me? I picked up a shift tonight," Selina asked, it was more of a pleading tone. Selina didn't have anyone to watch Violet, it was either she had to leave her alone in the apartment or take her to the Iceberg, both were a no-go.

"Yeah, of course, Seli," Annika nodded as she put her hands in her pockets. Annika was a tall blonde woman from Russia. She met Selina at the Iceberg 3 years ago when Violet was 4 and had a babysitter until Selina found out that the babysitter was bringing in boys into the apartment and leaving Violet in her room. It wasn't a pretty sight for any of them.

"Thank you so much, Ani, I owe you," She said in relief as Annika shook her head.

"It's nothing, I love Violet like my own," Annika said as she smiled "Go! You have to work!" Ani added as Selina laughed and closed the door. Carmine stood by the wall outside of the apartment as he watched Selina lock the apartment.

"You see, honey, it is my business as not only you work for me, but as your father," He told her as she looked at him. Her eyes had narrowed, she wanted nothing to do with Violet's dad, or her own father.

"I hope one day I can prove you wrong," She muttered as they started walking outside of the apartment building. It was a bad area in Gotham but it wasn't as bad as living near the Iceberg or living in the Cauldron. Hopefully, this was the first and last time he ever mentioned the subject of Violet's dad. She never wanted him to know of Violet in the first place. It was something that she needed to keep a secret from the Earth.

She was never disappointed in Violet, how could she be when Violet saved her at a time of need? Selina loves her daughter so much that she would kill for her. There is nothing Selina wouldn't do for her baby girl. But sometimes you have to hide the things you love so they won't get hurt.

The last thing Selina wants is for Violet to get hurt.

In any way.

HI BABIES!!!!!! Mother and mother's mother are here, I can't wait for you guys to read it and fall in love with Violet's character!! I have been COOKING with her and making her edits. Can't wait for you guys to see what's in store for Miss Violet June Hernandez.

#bruce wayne #batman #dc comics #selina kyle #carmine falcone #comics #the batman #the dark knight #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #tumblr #ao3 writer #the dark knight: legacy

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Dee but he sleeps like...cat

And his family just found out

CATDEE-

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Why did Glam not know of this sooner?

He prided himself in taking the time to know about his kids, from hobbies and likes, to dislikes and troubles. Glam liked knowing that he could easily interact with his kids in ways in which please them, and he simply likes knowing that his kids are, well, good kids.

This? This thing he didn't know about? It was so cute.

He didn't know what to expect when Ches came to his office, a dopey grin on his face as he practically dragged him from the office, down the stairs to the living room. Glam thought that perhaps the man finally got enough money to buy a better guitar, and wanted to show him.

But no, it was much better. Even Vicky and Heavy were there, respectively holding expressions of astonishment, then pure confusion.

When Glam was able to follow their gaze to the couch, he had to surpress a snort.

It was Dee, and he was sleeping. Better yet, sleeping like a cat. Curled up on the literal top of the couch for who knows what reason, lightly snoring away with his phone held limply in his hand.

It was so cute, Glam couldn't help but hold up his phone (after checking the flash and noise) and taking a few quick pictures, stifling his laughter.

"When did this start happening?" he muttered to his wife, who shrugged with a shake of her head, clearly just as amused as he was.

"What, do we have a full grown cat now?" Heavy interrupted, causing Vicky to snort. "He's a cat now. Oh no." Glam spoke teasingly.

Glam shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on it as he gestured to the kitchen, where a (conveniently place) roll of tinfoil lay. Ches was quick to catch on, snickering his ass off as he grabbed the roll and left the room, to tear a few of them off without disturbing the sleeping teen.

He came back a bit later, and the two were quick to start surrounding Glam's son with tin foil. Heavy was silently wheezing in the background, find it funny how they treated Dee like a literal cat.

Once they had finished their devious preparations, Ches went into the fridge and got out some pre-sliced cucumbers, placing them on top of the tin foil for maximum hilarity. God did Glam wanna shake that man senseless, trying instead not to breakdown laughing. He noticed Vicky recording and oh was this gonna be good.

Ches backed away, and so did Glam, looking at them all as he grinned almost deviously. Taking a second, he a finger, took a deep breath...

And whistled with deafening pitch.

It startled Dee awake in an instant, letting out a yelp as he did. He barely even processed what was going on, mind too foggy of sleep to actually identify the shininess around him as tinfoil, and the green around him as cucumbers.

But he let out a scream anyways cause clearly his mind must have seen something different, and clearly jumpstarted some kind of fright machine in him.

And he fell off the couch.

The family almost crumbled to the ground in laughter.

Dee jumped up with a start, knocking off some of the prank material as he whipped his head around, finally processing what in the world just happened. And that red shade of embarrassment consuming his face was worth it.

"DAMNIT DAD!" He exclaimed, immediately accusing (and rightly so) of his father being the originator of the chaos. "What was that for!?"

"I'm sorry! I just made a huge discovery that my son was half a cat! Can you believe it?" Dee's face of incredulity said otherwise, but Glam just thought that made it all even funnier.

"Our own fluffy kitten to snuggle with!" Vicky came in, Dee unable to escape her bear hug, though he desperately tried. "No!! No, I am not a cat- mOm!" his voice cracked in surprise when Vicky pulled him up from under the arms, shaking him around joyously.

"AAAAGH! I hate you!" Dee exclaimed, writhing in her grasp all he could. Glam wasn't gonna do it again, he knew that, he would let his son sleep like that if he wished. But he just had to do that, the idea was brilliant!!

At least he didn't mean the screams of hatred!

#DJC Drabbles #metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #vicky metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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Your boyfriends have both had a long day at work, and they're not too eager on sharing you. Luckily, you've found a solution that will satisfy them both.

Aizawa/Reader/Hwanjin

Word count: 3,071

CW: female reader, threesome F/M/M, sex toys, huge dildo, double vaginal penetration, safe word mention, multiple orgasms, creampie, fluff at the end

A/N: helloooo my lovelies! Are you having a good day? If not, hopefully simping for two strong, dark-haired men will make things better kssksk I hope you enjoy <333

It wasn't easy being in a relationship with two dominant men. You constantly felt like you were being pulled thin between the two, each one wanting you desperately and struggling to share. You're still not sure how the three of you ended up together, but you were making the most of it. You loved them and they loved you and that's all that mattered.

Although they weren't fond of sharing, they did their best for you, especially in the bedroom. They would prepare you until you were gushing, fuck you to your heart's content, and cuddle up to you needily afterwords. Most of the time, one would get your cunt and the other your mouth. During particularly heated sessions, they would take turns fucking your cunt, one pounding into you while the other recovered and left kisses along your skin. Sometimes they flipped a coin to decide who went first or who got which hole. Regardless, the sex was always amazing and they made sure to leave you a gooey, whimpering mess.

But tonight was different. Aizawa had picked up another hero's shift and ended up patrolling for over 12 hours that day. Hwajin had gone to a new high school and had to put half of the students in their place. It was a disgustingly busy day for both men, and all they wanted to do was release their frustration on your warm, wet cunt.

So when you heard their voices coo from the front of your apartment--

"Kitten~"

"Princess~"

--you knew you were in for a long night.

But for now, you were lying down on your bed, tapping your fingers against your bare stomach as you watched your boyfriends argue at the end of the bed.

"No way in hell you're fucking her cunt first." Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Hwajin, I'm not doing this with you. It's only rational for me to fuck her first." Hwajin scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Why? Because you beat up a couple villains? I had to beat dozens of shitheads today!"

"You mean kids?"

"Oh, not this shit again--"

You rolled your eyes, sighing as they continued bickering. You turned towards your nightstand, grabbing your phone. There had to be some way for you to please your boyfriends without leaving the other disgruntled or unsatisfied. You ignored their frustrated voices as you scrolled through poly-sex forums, looking for an answer.

You stopped scrolling a minute later, your lips curling into a smile. Maybe this would work.

"You're just mad that a quirkless guy like me is stronger than you."

"As if I would ever be mad about something that isn't true."

"Oh ho ho! You little fucking--"

"Excuse me." The two men stopped, turning to look at you. You had moved to kneel at the end of the bed, sitting on your calves. You outstretched your hand, holding your phone out to them. "I think I found a solution."

Aizawa reached for the phone, but Hwajin snatched it up before the other man could grab it. Aizawa glared as Hwajin stared at the phone. He was quiet for a moment, then snorted, shaking his head.

"Haha, very funny Y/N--" He stopped when he looked back up at you, realizing that you weren't joking. "...You're serious?" You nodded, smiling back at them.

"Give me that," Aizawa grumbled, peeling the phone away from Hwajin. His eyes widened when he saw what you were proposing. He glanced back at you, unsure.

"You really want to do this?"

"Mm-hm!" He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I don't know, Y/N."

"Please," you whined, clasping your hands together. "Can't we just try it out?"

"We don't wanna hurt you--"

"If it hurts," you interrupted Hwajin, "then I'll just use our safe word!" Hwajin frowned, sharing a look with Aizawa.

"I don't know..."

"Please," you whined louder, giving your biggest doe eyes, pouting up at them. "Pretty please with cherries and whip cream and nuts on top?"

The two men stared at you, slowly cracking under the pressure of your pleading gaze. Hwajin sighed loudly, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

"I can't say 'no' to that face," he grumbled, looking at Aizawa for some kind of assistance. He just stared back, sighing and scratching his cheek.

"We'd have to prepare you. A lot."

"That's okay!" You moved closer to the edge of the bed, reaching towards them, grabbing one hand each. You brought their hands to your face, letting them cup your cheeks. "I don't mind. I just want to make you guys feel good."

Aizawa inhaled shakily as Hwajin licked over his lips.

"You naughty little thing--"

"You're so precious--"

"C'mon--"

"Let us take care of you."

"A-Aaah!" You shuddered, wailing as you came again. You clenched around the toy inside you, arching your back.

"That's it," Hwajin hummed, holding your leg back as he kept thrusting the unrealistically large dildo into you. "That's my girl."

You whimpered, throwing your head back into Aizawa's shoulder, whining pitifully as he held the clit sucker firmly against you. His arm was wrapped around your waist, grounding you through you orgasm, keeping you snug against him as he kept torturing your sex.

"T-Too much!" you cried, scratching along his arm, bringing your leg up to try and push Hwajin away.

"Ah ah ah," he scolded, bottoming out the giant dildo into you, making you gasp. "You're the one who wanted this. Why are you backing out now?"

"I-I'm not, I--"

"What's the matter, kitten?" Aizawa whispered in your ear. "You want to please us, don't you?"

You whined, feeling another climax building as you nodded quickly.

"Well, you can't please us both if you're too tight," Hwajin stated, angling the dildo so that it thrust into your g-spot easier. You keened, clenching around the toy. "We need to make you cum in order to stretch you out."

Aizawa increased the intensity of the clit sucker, making you cry hopelessly.

"Come on, kitten. Cum again and we'll fuck you."

"You can cum one more time, can't you?"

"We know you can do it--"

"You're doing so well--"

"You're so good for us--"

"So perfect--"

You couldn't stand when they ganged up on you like this, overwhelming you with sweet words and praise, making you feel like a goddess. Your body heated up so quickly when they spoke this way, your cunt clenching rhythmically, fingernails clawing into flesh until--

"Fuuuuuuccckkkkk!" you shrieked, your voice climbing until you let out a guttural groan, your legs shaking as you came once more. Hwajin kept his pace and Aizawa kept the clit sucker on your sex despite your pained cries.

After a moment, Hwajin slowed down and bottomed out the dildo again. Aizawa decreased the intensity of the toy, helping you come down from your high until he turned it off completely. He dropped it to his side, running his hands over your stomach.

"Good girl," Aizawa purred, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Shit," Hwajin grunted, massaging your hip as he slowly pulled the toy out of you. "How many times did you cum? Seven?"

"I counted eight," Aizawa replied, nipping gently at your neck. Hwajin huffed, smirking down at the slick and cum coating your toy.

"Regardless, our little size queen seems to be ready for us." Aizawa hummed, lazily kneading your breasts.

"Get the lube, just to be safe."

Hwajin grunted, getting off the bed as you slumped against Aizawa. He cupped your chin, turning you towards him and capturing your lips with his. You moaned tiredly against his mouth, letting him move you, turning your body to face his. He lowered you to the bed with him, running his hands over your waist as your body sagged on top of his.

"Don't get too comfortable," Hwajin spoke up, getting back on the bed. "The fun's about to begin."

You pulled away from Aizawa, hearing the bottle of lube pop open behind you. You steadied yourself as you got up on your knees, waiting patiently as Hwajin gave the lube to his doppelganger, letting them smear the slick liquid over their cocks.

"Here," Aizawa murmured, adding some more lube to his fingers before moving his hand between your legs, rubbing it over your entrance and pushing some into you.

"Doubt she'll need it," Hwajin spoke up, pressing his chest into your back, tucking his face into your neck. "She's more than soaked already."

"The last thing we need is for her to be uncomfortable," Aizawa replied, glaring back at Hwajin, "or do you not care about that?"

"Watch your mouth--"

"Hey," you interrupted, resting a hand on both of their bodies. They visibly relaxed, giving you their full attention. "Don't fight. I wanna make you two feel good. Just focus on me, okay?"

You felt fingers dig into your flesh, low groans rumbling to your bones as you were sandwiched between the two men.

"You're right, kitten--"

"This ain't about us--"

"This is about you--"

"We want to make you feel good too, princess--"

They kissed along your skin, easily moving you so you were straddling Aizawa, lowering yourself onto his cock. He hissed at the feeling, squeezing your hips as you took him in with ease. You were shocked to find that it wasn't as tight of a fit as it usually was.

"Relax for me, princess," grunted Hwajin, pressing his cock against your entrance. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you leaned forward, trying to give him easier access to you. He placed a hand on your trap, squeezing gently before he finally pushed forward.

"Ah!" you cried, your voice catching in your throat as he entered you. Now it was a tight squeeze, Hwajin's cock filling the spare room in your cunt and then some. You placed your hands flat against the wall, trying to stay calm as you adjusted to his size.

"Breathe, kitten," Aizawa soothed, rubbing his thumb over your clit, making you jolt before melting into his touch. You moaned when Hwajin bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against your ass.

"God damn it," he growled, resting his forehead against the back of your neck. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

"Yeah?" you breathed, smiling softly. "You guys like it?"

"Yes," they groaned in unison, pushing their hips closer, making you gasp as they pressed against every inch of your inner walls.

"But are you doing okay?"

"Does it feel alright, kitten?"

"Uh-huh," you huffed, nodding. "I-It's fine. Just... new and... a little overwhelming.

"If you want to stop--"

"N-No!" you interrupted Aizawa, making his eyes widen slightly. "I-I want to do this. I just--f-fuck--it's just so much."

"Poor baby," Hwajin teased, wrapping an arm around you and pinching your nipple, smirking when you squeaked. "Is two cocks too much for your little pussy to handle?"

"N-No," you pouted, flushing when they snickered at your expression.

"So cute--"

"Cute little kitten--"

You whined in embarrassment, blushing darker when they 'aww'-ed at your reaction.

"Adorable."

"C'mon. Let's fuck her stupid."

Aizawa lifted your hips slightly, moving his legs underneath, planting his feet and keeping his legs bent. His legs kept yours open wide, and Hwajin was able to shuffle closer between them, kneeling comfortably right behind you.

"Still alright?" Hwajin asked, squeezing your waist. You hummed, nodding slightly. He smirked, straightening out. "Good, because I don't plan on holding back."

With that, Hwajin pulled out, snapping his hips forward while Aizawa thrust up into you. You shrieked in pleasure, your toes curling, cunt clenching tightly down on the two of them. They groaned in unison, holding your hips in place as they started fucking you in earnest.

"Fuck, that's it--"

"Shit--"

"Yeah, moan for me, baby--"

Your mouth hung open in a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut and opening wide whenever their cocks brushed against your sensitive walls.

This was so much better than you thought it would be. You were determined to make your boyfriends happy, so you planned on enduring this even if it wasn't pleasurable, but the pressure was maddening and the friction was to die for. For god's sake, they'd only been thrusting for a minute and you could already feel that familiar heat begin to bubble in your core.

"You feel so good--

"So fucking good--"

"Should've done this sooner--"

"We should do this more--"

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, panting uncontrollably as they pounded into you. Your hands gripped the wall uselessly, your legs tensing beneath you, beginning to shake. You could feel the fire inside you start to burn, catapulting you towards your peak.

"Want to cum, kitten?"

"Wanna feel you cum on my cock--"

"Want to make you cum--"

One of them--you weren't sure who--moved his fingers towards your cunt, rubbing swift circles around your hardened nub. The sudden attention made you cry out, your hips rocking as you neared your climax, doing everything you could to reach that delicious feeling that left you breathless. A reverberating growl and a few well timed flicks brought you to your peak, pushing you over and making you scream.

"That's it--"

"Fuck, just like that--"

"Scream my name, princess--"

"You're such a good girl--"

"You take your daddies' cocks so well--"

They kept muttering sweet nothings as they fucked you through your orgasm, kneading your hips and thighs, anywhere they could grab and hold onto you. Your climax was prolonged by their frantic thrusts, making you moan and whimper, clenching around them.

"Fuck, I'm close--"

"Gonna cum--"

"Do you want it inside, kitten?"

"Fuck, lemme cum in that cute little cunt--"

You were breathless, barely able to speak let alone think a proper thought, but somehow you mustered up the strength to moan a request.

"F-Fuck! S-Shou, Hwa, please! Cum in me, fuck, cum in me!"

You loved the resulting groans that came from the two of them, your body quivering as they held you tightly, thrusting wildly into your dripping cunt.

"So good--"

"Wanna make you all mine--"

"All ours--"

"F-Fuck--"

You could feel their hips stutter, their moans turning desperate as their muscles twitched.

"Shit!"

"Y/N!"

They both bottomed out inside of you, pushing their cocks as deep into your cunt as they could go. You gasped at the sensational feeling of their cum shooting inside you, filling you to the brim, leaving no space left. They thrust shallowly into you, groaning as your cunt milked every last drop of them, leaving them breathless.

The three of you stayed still, Hwajin and Aizawa keeping a firm grip on your body as your breathing returned to normal. You gulped, letting out a breathy whine as you squeezed your walls around them, your hips twitching slightly.

"S-Shit--"

"Don't move, kitten."

You stopped, waiting quietly as they sighed, relaxing against you. Large, strong hands smoothed over your skin, massaging your flesh as their lips found your body.

"God damn--"

"That was great--"

"You did so well, kitten--"

"You were so fucking good for us, princess--"

"Such a good girl--"

"Our good girl--"

You moaned happily, letting them kiss along your neck and cheeks, trailing over your shoulders and back. You sighed when they squeezed your breasts and thighs, smiling when they muttered sweet words against your skin.

Aizawa sighed and patted your hip, preparing to lift you off of their cocks when Hwajin held onto your shoulder, keeping you on their dicks.

"Don't move." Aizawa frowned, confused.

"Why not--"

"Just gimme a minute." Hwajin leaned over, stretching out and grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

"What're you--"

He returned to his original position, holding up his phone and aiming it at your cunt.

"Wanna film my cock pulling out."

"Jesus Christ, you're ridiculous--"

"Shut up, dude."

You giggled softly, moaning quietly as Hwajin began pulling his dick out of your cunt. You released him with a wet 'pop', feeling much emptier without him. You heard Hwajin groan faintly behind you as Aizawa helped lift you off his cock, his hands keeping a firm grip on your hips. Hwajin reached out to keep you from moving anymore, holding his phone closer to your cunt. You heard him chuckle darkly as you felt your combined fluids begin leaking out of you, trailing down your thighs in a sticky, goopy mess.

He stopped the recording, sitting back on his calves as he watched it play back. You sighed tiredly, lowering yourself on top of Aizawa, cuddling into him as he rubbed your back. Hwajin handed his phone to Aizawa a moment later, holding it up so the two of you could watch the video. You marveled at how much thick, white cum spilled out of you, your cunt completely covered in sticky slick. Aizawa grunted softly.

"Send that to me."

"Oh, so now you wanna see it. I thought I was being 'ridiculous'."

"You were," Aizawa replied, handing the phone back to him, "but it paid off this time."

Hwajin was about to give a snarky reply when you giggled, silencing the both of them.

"You two are so silly."

They stayed quiet. Hwajin sighed and plopped down on the bed beside you, pulling you between him and Aizawa. You happily cuddled between them, sighing happily when they snuggled into your sides.

"How do you feel?" Aizawa asked, grazing his fingers over your hip. You hummed softly.

"Good. Tired. Kinda hungry." Hwajin chuckled softly.

"Can't believe you're hungry after getting fucked senseless." You giggled weakly, rolling onto your stomach, pulling a pillow under you and hugging it tightly. You felt yourself start to drift off to sleep when the bed shifted. You looked up to see that your boyfriends had gotten up.

"I'll go get us a snack," Hwajin smiled, winking at you before he moved to the door.

"I'll get a washcloth to clean you up," Aizawa mumbled, patting your shoulder before he turned towards the bathroom.

You were left alone on the bed, smiling stupidly before you nuzzled your face into your pillow.

They weren't perfect, but they did their best. That's one of the many reasons why you loved them.

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This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

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