#but the beginning of i stand corrected (the humming) makes me so so so relaxed

[depresseddepot]

what is it about certain types of songs that make it feel like my soul is being pulled out of my body by some strong magnet. my liberation notes by choi jung in and outro by m83 and overture 2 by sleeping at last and sora tsutsumi by masakatsu takagi and across the ocean by azure ray and i stand corrected by vampire weekend and unbearably white by vampire weekend and lullaby by lord huron and where's my love by syml and take me back by heroe and the animal crossing wild world opening screen soundtrack. there's something to be said about the heartache that comes from a beautiful, loud, emotional ballads but it's the quiet, peaceful ones that really seem to get me

[bandgie]

As Above So Below

MDNI 18+ | fem!reader x Jongho x Seonghwa

warnings: freeuse (f!), dom Jongho, pussy eating, orgasm denial, sub (f! and hwa!), 3some, rough boob play, light clit play, brief mentions of face riding, exhibitionism

2.2k words

When you first brought up the idea of free use, Jongho seemed hardly interested. 

"But I already fuck you when I want. I don't see the point," he mindlessly had said when you mentioned it. "Okay but..." you remember fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "Like, I mean I could be doing anything. Anything and you could be touching me, using me. Like is that not hot to you?" Jongho shrugged at this, but you could see the hidden smirk on his lips. "I don't mind trying."

It's been nearly a month since the conversation and Jongho acted how he always did. Few butt grabs here, jiggling your tits there. Sometimes he'd stand behind you while you sat on the couch and leaned down to play with your pussy. Rubbing circles over and over your cunt before pulling away, leaving you bucking your hips and whining. 

He didn't use it like you wanted him to, but you weren't necessarily disappointed by it. The days carried as usual, and Seonghwa happened to be over at your apartment, talking about how he got into it with his roommate. 

"He keeps touching my stuff," Seonghwa crinkles his nose in disgust. "And he doesn't even put it back right! I'm sure he's broken one of my figurines and just glued it together." He huffs and crosses his arms. 

You set your mug on the dinner table down, crossing your legs as you try not to laugh. "Seonghwa...I don't think you should move out just cuz of that." You bite back your smile at his frowning face, "Did you ever just tell him not to?"

Seonghwa looks at you ludicrously, "Did I- Of course I did! You think I'm just gonna let this slide? No! I paid for it and I built them and it's just rude in general! Next time I see him, I'm going to-"

The front door knob jiggles, clicks and turns. The sounds make the two of you look in the direction of it before it opens. 

Jongho enters, peeking his head in and eyeing the area. "I thought I heard someone. I could hear Seonghwa crying all the way from the car." He chucks his shoes off and replaces them with slippers. Seonghwa pouts beside you, "I'm not crying."

You giggle, watching your boyfriend set his coat on the couch and make his way to you. He kisses the top of your head and smiles, but something about it sends shivers down your spine. 

"How was work? Are you hungry?" Jongho only shakes his head at your questions, "Work was stressful. Had to train the new guy, you know how that is." You hum at his answer, "Did you wanna try taking a nap? Maybe that'll help you relax."

That sinister smile appears again, but he shakes his head at your suggestions to try and mask it. "I think I'm fine here. What was Seonghwa crying about again?"

Jongho takes his place behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and Seonghwa desperately claims he is not crying. 

"His roommate Dan-"

"It's San."

"Sorry," you apologize, rolling your eyes at Seonghwa's correction. "His roommate San is giving him a hard time. Touching his things and going in his room unannounced." 

Though you can't see, Jongho nods at the information. His fingers gently begin to kneed into your shoulders, going up to your neck before traveling back down. His touch is cold from the outside, but still soft. You involuntarily shiver. 

"Sounds like he is giving you a hard time," Jongho gives a deep sigh. "Did you tell him to stop?"

Seonghwa makes a sound of frustration. "Jesus christ you two are the exact same! No shit I did. But he thinks he can wiggle his way out of trouble just cuz he's handsome."

"Still, it can't be all bad. Don't you have like what...two? Three roommates?" You ask, ignoring how Jongho dips his fingers underneath the top of your shirt. The tips of his fingers brush against the swell of your breasts before going back up. Seonghwa's eyes briefly drop to your chest before locking eyes with you. It was so quick, had you blinked you might've missed it.

"I...Yeah, one other roommate. Totally opposite," he swallows thickly. "He's fine, it's just San I can't stand."

Jongho gets brave, opting to slide his hands over your clothed breasts down to your hips. He squeezes your flesh then travels up, slowly making his way until his palms cup over your tits again. He pushes them together and jiggles.

Seonghwa and you give the same reaction, gasping wide-eyed. You take hold of his wrist with one hand while your other grips the underside of your seat. "J-Jongho what are you..." He moves your mounds up and down, squeezing and giggling at your shocked state. 

"What do you mean?" He gives a gummy smile. "I'm just doing what you asked me to."

A particularly harsh clutch makes you whine. Your hips lift from the chair for a second, as if trying to get friction in the air. Shyly, you look Seonghwa's way to see him in a quiet state of shock. Still, you catch the way his tongue pokes from his mouth. A habit you noticed he does when he sees something he likes. 

"I can go," Seonghwa gulps nervously. "I-I should go." Before he has the chance to stand to his feet, Jongho shakes his head, "Go? Weren't you just talking about your roommate? Don't you wanna get that off your chest first?"

"I...I no...my roommate..." Seonghwa's words die in his mouth when your boyfriend moves his hands to lift your shirt over your chest. Jongho places the hem in your mouth, a silent instruction for you to bite down on the material. You listen dutifully as Jongho then spills your tits from your bra. 

Your nipples are already hard from how roughly Jongho was playing with them. Your boyfriend pinches your hardened buds and rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. A soft whimper leaves your lips. 

"Oh my god," Seonghwa's eyes look like they're going to pop from his sockets. "Why are you- Is she okay with this?" He painfully tears his eyes away from your bare boobs to look at your face. Seonghwa inspects for any signs of discomfort, but he only finds your cheeks flushed. You bite your lower lip to suppress your moans, but his intense stare makes you want to fold. 

Jongho laughs at the innocent questions. "Did you hear him? He's asking if you're alright." You feel Jongho lean down until his mouth is at your ear, warm breaths ghosting over your skin, "Why don't you tell him whose idea this was?"

You turn your head the other way, unable to meet Seonghwa's eyes. Jongho smiles against your neck and tenderly pecks your skin. The soft nips and bites send shivers throughout your body, and the throbbing in your cunt begins to get unbearable. 

Maybe if you ignore the burning humiliation and listen to your boyfriend instead, he'll reward you. 

Timidly, you pick your head up and look at the overly aroused Seonghwa. "It was my idea. I...I just wanna be a good girl for Jongho. Use me whenever he wants."

Seonghwa's lips part at your confession, his eyes darkening. Jongho's smile turns into a wicked grin. It feels like you're a deer caught by two lions, only you're hoping to be eaten. 

"Dirty little thing I have, huh?" Jongho turns his attention to Seonghwa. "I bet her pussy's all wet. You can take off her underwear." Jongho kisses the sensitive part under your ear, "Put your legs up on the chair baby."

You pick your legs up and place your heels on the edge of the chair. There's hardly any room, but you keep your knees tucked as Seonghwa carefully slips from his seat. He moves slowly, assessing the situation. If he moves too fast, he thinks he might scare you away. But that's hardly an option for you when you see him bend to his knees, lifting your skirt higher until your panties are exposed. 

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes going to yours then Jongho's.

"Well?" Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at Seonghwa's reaction. There's a sense of panic that runs through you. Is he not really in the mood? Did he snap out of it? Does he not like it? Your worries are settled when Seonghwa's lips turn to a shy smile, cheekbones poking out. 

"She's so wet. I can see it through her underwear." Seonghwa gently traces the crease of your outlined pussy. The soft touch makes your hips buck, and a loud moan is finally released. You didn't realize how much you needed to be touched. Jongho laughs at your trembling state, hips chasing Seonghwa's hand. 

Just when Seonghwa hooks his finger on the side of your underwear. Jongho stops him. "You know what Hyung," Jongho's lips turn to a pout as he thinks. "Keep it on. Just touch her like that."

You whine at his change of instructions. "Jongho..." You tilt your head back to peer at him. "But I'm being good." Your boyfriend keeps his lower lip jutting out as he responds, "You don't get whatever you want just because you're being good."

You're about to argue when Jongho squeezes your breasts. You moan and arch your back, twisting your head down to Seonghwa who patiently waits for the green light. A small nod from your boyfriend is enough permission. 

He uses his thumb first, running it up and down your slit. Even through the underwear, he can feel the hotness of your cunt. When Seonghwa reaches your clit, he presses down.

"Oh!" You shake at the pressure. Your thighs threaten to snap on his head, but you keep them open. Soft whimpers and pretty gasps leave your wet lips when he rubs his thumb in circles over your nub. Jongho mimics the movements on your nipples, rolling and twisting until you're panting. 

"D-do you like it?" Seonghwa can't help but ask. Even if your body obviously shows the great amount of pleasure you're in, he needs to hear it from your own mouth. 

You nod manically, hair getting in your face. "So much. I like it so much, Hwa."

The praise gets to his head, and cock, more than Seonghwa would like to admit. It's all too much for him, your breathy moans, the way Jongho plays with your pretty tits, your covered cunt displayed in front of him. He licks his lips again, looking up to the man squeezing those perfect breasts. "Can I lick her?"

You throw your head back at the question. You know the type of tongue he has, the length, how pink it is. Even if you don't have the energy to speak, you beg Jongho with your batting eyes. Your boyfriend looks between to two of you before signing defeatedly, "Just keep her underwear on."

It's Seonghwa's nose you feel first. The tip of it brushing against your clit while his lips run over your swollen ones. They're so warm, so soft even if your underwear is in the way. He lets his bottom teeth graze over your cunt, making you squeal.

His burning tongue finally laps over your slit. Starting from the bottom, and going up. You sob, both in frustration and desire. It feels good, more than you could have ever thought was possible. But that thin layer of fabric gets in the way of you really feeling it. Feeling Seonghwa's salvia mix with your arousal, his tongue raw on your cunt. 

"Seonghwa please," you beg. "Take it off. I need to feel you."

Jongho pulls one hand away from your breasts before you feel it connect again rather harshly. You cry out at the slap, but he gives you no time to recover. He digs his fingers into your tender flesh to hear you weep more. 

"Didn't I say that's not allowed?" He questions you with a tut. "What a waste. I was gonna let him make you cum too."

"No!" You feel your eyes welling with tears. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It was an accident, Jongho, please. I didn't mean it I swear." You try and apologize your way out of it. But Jongho's grip doesn't let up. He smacks your breast again, pretending to act as though he's disappointed.

"And you're lying to me. I don't think you're a good girl after all."

The sob that wrecks through you is genuine. It even makes Seonghwa stop to look at you, making sure you're not truly in distress. There's a soft look in his eyes, somewhat pitiful. He looks up at Jongho who only looks down at him. "If you let her cum, I won't let you play with her again," he threatens. 

That's enough to make Seonghwa obey. He gives you a sheepish look, "Sorry."

His muted kisses resume, this time harder. It seems like Seonghwa enjoys the idea of teasing you, even if he has a false look of sincerity. All you can do is try and ride his beautiful face before he pulls away at the last second. He watches you vibrate with ruined orgasms, watches those tears fall down your reddened cheeks, and looks at how your boobs begin to bruise with Jongho's fingers. 

You don't know how long it lasts, you don't even know if the sopping arousal between your thighs is really from you due to the sheer amount. But you do know that when Seonghwa leaves for the night with a throbbing tent in his pants, Jongho still won't let you cum.

And he'll make you wear that underwear for the rest of the day.

a/n: first long ateez fic whhaaa kinda nervous about ittttt, tell me how you liked ittt (hopefully)

[mockerycrow]

ONLY YOURS (Sub!Price x GN!Reader)

price masterlist — price picture credit

summary; he’s just too damn loud. — 1.7k words

[WARNINGS; sub!price, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, secret relationships, handjob, light degradation, biting, out of place fluff.]

John watches as Soap laughs and slaps Gaz on his back over some story, his other hand holding a cup of some sort of alcohol; some brand that John doesn’t personally drink. He’s just thankful that it isn’t tequila as he doesn’t want a face full of his spit and the tequila. In John’s hand is a nice cup of whiskey, something that burns but goes down fairly easy. His eyes look into his cup, watching the dark liquid swirl around, vaguely hearing Ghost, who is next to him, speak up about Soap’s story, something about correcting a detail. John doesn’t care too much to pay attention at the moment, not when the alcohol is beginning to kick in just the right way. It’s rare that he gets these moments with his men; being able to drink together as John is nearly always busying himself with something. 

“—That reminds me, Captain,” Soap hums, a grin stretched across his face. John picks his eyes up from his glass of whiskey, locking eyes with the tipsy Scotsman. “You’ve seemed much more relaxed, aye?”

John’s lip twitches as he hums before taking a sip of his whiskey, relishing the burn. He nods, his other hand coming up to rub the pleasantly sensitive skin underneath his jacket. “My stress has been much better these days, yes.” John replies with a chuckle. Oh, only if they knew.

Only if they knew why.

God, John feels like such a teenager sneaking around like this; he can’t get enough of the rush you give him, the secrecy you two have to maintain—when you sit on his desk and you force him to stand between your legs with his heavy cock in your hand. John shudders as you grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer—you said no touching, so John scrambles to plant his palms down on the desk on the outside of your thighs to keep himself up. You laugh as he struggles to be obedient, as he lets you position him however you want. Your wrist absentmindedly keeps bumping against the edge of the desk due to how close John’s body is, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind at all, not when John is letting out shuddery grunts and groans as he struggles to stay quiet.

“God,” He groans lowly, his voice gritty and deep in his chest. He’s so close, your breath brushes over his face and all he wants to do is lean forward to kiss you. You ghost your lips over his as your hand begins to drag up and down his leaking cock, pulling a loud gasp out of him. Delicious pleasure shoots up his spine and melts deep in his chest and gut as your hand continues to squeeze precum from him. John’s fingers dig into the wood of his desk as his head reels from how good your hand feels. Your lips twitch into a smile as you watch John’s eyelids flutter and how he nearly leans into you for a kiss but always at the last second, he catches himself; because he wants to be good. John swears as your hand around his cock speeds up, spreading his precum along the length, making your hand a slicker surface to slide against. 

You tsk as one particular moan bounces off the wall, and you don’t miss the way his hips jolt forward. “Oh, Captain..” You murmur, your eyes never leaving his pleasure drunk face. John’s eyelids open and he looks back at you, causing his dick to twitch in your palm, his hazy eyes settling on yours—like he’s waiting for you to talk. “And here I thought that the talk we had was important; how we need to be careful and quiet.” You taunt, leaning your cheek against his, your lips brushing against his ear. John’s skin burns from touching yours and he wants more, more, more, more—”But here you are, moaning like a fuckin’ whore.” 

John shudders, doing his damn best staying still, letting you play with his cock and heavy balls all you want. “Bloody hell, sweetheart—” John breathes out and you can tell he isn’t complaining about the degradation. In fact, you swear your knuckles are stickier. You hold his cock with one hand and your other hand comes down to the head, your finger swirling right under the mushroom tip causing John to shout out and his hips thrust into your hand, his brain melting and pouring out of his ears—your hand comes up and slaps against his mouth, causing his eyelids to pop open. You’re talking, but John has no idea what you’re saying, not when you’re mercilessly teasing his tip, fuck, he wants to cum so bad.

Your hand that is covering his mouth pats his cheek, leaving a slight sting behind; just enough to ground him back into reality. You were high off of the power your Captain gave to you. Your superior, the man who others respected due to his presence, his work, his efforts; is handing everything over to you. “I’m talking to you, Captain.” You add a mocking tone at the end. “M’listenin’.” John says with a heavy tone, his breath hitching in his throat. You click your tongue, causing him to tense. He suppresses the noises of complaints that threaten to leave his mouth. “Now, there’s one thing I don’t like. Why don’t you tell me what that is, Captain?”

John swallows the spit that has accumulated in his mouth. “Liars.” He whispers, his face burning with embarrassment. God, you being in control is thrilling, sneaking around is thrilling but he can’t ignore the embarrassment that bubbles in his gut every time. “I didn’t hear you, John. You want to be quiet now, but when it matters, you’re whimpering so loudly that I bet someone heard; you know Soap has a blabbermouth,” You grin as you witness John feel conflicted, but you don’t ignore the way his cock throbs in your hand. 

John lets out an unsteady breath, and nods—he doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to anymore, which tugs another laugh from your chest. John didn’t think he was the type to do this; he was sure only reckless privates and other lower ranks would risk something like this. Handjobs, quickies, everything of the sort on base. If you told him three years ago what he was doing right at this moment, his mouth would’ve frowned and shook his head in disbelief, and he wouldn’t blame his past self for doing so. Risking his whole career for a little stress belief—except, you’re more than stress relief to him and he’s more than a toy for you to play with. John loves when you distract him from the paperwork he has to do by wrapping a hand around his throat, leaning in—so uncharacteristic of him, he thinks—but he loves it more when you press a loving kiss against his temple.

John likes it when your hand touches the small of his back to check in with him, and he likes doing it in return. He likes speaking with only glances, and no words; sending you glances only the two of you understand. You can read him like no other. John likes it when you don’t question his authority as a Captain, you respect his rank and his experience, despite your control in the bedroom—or should you say office? John liked it when he realized you began to get up earlier, at the time he got up just to spend more time with him—an hour or two just for the two of you, sipping your morning drinks in silence together. He’s embarrassed at how easily you got him under your thumb because his libido is suddenly like it was when he was much younger; he isn’t too old, but he’s certainly aged a bit.

He’s brought back to reality by your hand squeezing the back of his neck then traveling to the back of his head, grasping threads of his short hair and gently tugging. “You with me, John?” You ask, your voice firmer than before. John makes a noise as he settles back into reality, his eyelids blinking rapidly as the unbearably hot feeling of arousal swirls in his gut. “M’with you, love.” John croaks, your eyes locking with his. Your eyebrow cocks ever so slightly—he knows what you want. “Green. Just a bit out of it.” John adds, noticing the way your eyebrow relaxes back into place. You hum and let go of his hair, letting his head lean forward a bit more than its previous strenuous position. 

“Out of it?” You question, your hand tilting his head to the side by his chin. John’s eyes stay on you, searching for any hint of how you feel, but your eyes have drifted down to his neck area. Your hand trails down from his chin to the buttons on his shirt, which you slowly begin to undo with one hand, your other still loosely wrapped around his cock. “Mm, you mean you were distracted, John.” You mock pout, you blink, and your eyes meet his again. John swallows, your eyes swirling with something he craves. 

“Dont’cha worry, pet. I’ll get you back on track.” John’s eyes widen at the name—pet—but he doesn’t have time to think about it too much when you pull one of the flaps of his shirt to the side and you sink your teeth into his shoulder harshly. “Fuck—” John curses, his hips jolting as the pain swirls against his nerves, your teeth hungrily biting down on his muscle and flesh. You pull away and John winces for a second, his breath stuttering when he sees something red on your teeth. Blood. You grin and lick your teeth, somehow stealing all of John’s air from his lungs. 

His knees buckle—and crack—violently when your hand suddenly begins to stroke his painfully hard cock, causing him to gasp. “Shit, love—” John moans out of appreciation, and you roll your eyes and grab his face, covering his mouth. “Noisy brat.” You reprimand as you stroke his cock. “My noisy brat.” John can’t believe himself when he nods, agreeing with you because he is yours. All of him is yours—like you are his.

[nervousgardenerkid]

no thoughts, head empty, just being eddie’s sibling and convincing steve to come play a oneshot with hellfire (a oneshot is basically an entire ‘campaign’ that happens in one session compared to a campaign which takes multiple sessions) as a way to have eddie and steve bond in a more relaxed environment where overprotective older brother eddie is in his environment and therefore should theoretically be more chill

but no. eddie is doing whatever he can to make steve’s character suffer and/or die while steve is just flirting with you under the guise of playing his character (he’d probably play as bard because he has those vibes, probably a half elf bard or a human)

<3

Brotherly duties

a/n: this is quite literally the shortest thing i've ever wrote and it's bc i have no clue how d&d works😭i lowkey have a deep hatred for it cause my toxic ex would always play it and he was just a piece of shit so now i hate everything that reminds me of him LMAO lowercase everything is intended i'm too faded to correct things rn i hope i did this to your liking🥺credit to the gif owner! <3

steve had no clue how you managed to drag him to your d&d....thing. he cringes internally when he realizes that he can't even remember what you called it. he remembers the laugh robin let out once you skipped away from him with a smile on your face.

"dude, you don't know a damn thing about d&d!"

"don't you think i know that?! what the hell am i gonna do?"

and now here he is. sitting in a circle with the hell fire club lost as hell as everyone is chanting at steve. he breaks free from his thoughts when eddie throws a die at him.

"you're holding up the oneshot!" he shouts at steve.

what the hell is a one shot?! steve thinks to himself. his heart skips a beat when he hears you giggle at your brother bullying him. steve would gladly take a thousands dice to the face if it meant he could hear your giggle again.

steve grabs the dice that are sitting in front of him staring at them with wide eyes.

"i thought dice only had six sides?"

the party groans and dustin gently bangs his head on the table.

"just roll it!" eddie shouts.

steve tosses the dice back into the table looking back at eddie silently asking him what the fuck do these numbers mean.

eddie let's out a hum and smiles when an idea pops into his head.

"steve's character is dead!"

"what?!" you shout while standing up from your seat.

eddie nods his head. "yup, he's dead. may we all mourn his corpse, i ask for a moment of silence."

a literal second passes and eddie claps his hands together. "moment of silence is over! your turn mike."

"hold on now." steve says while sitting up. "you guys literally get to do whatever you want in this game. lucas literally rolled so that he could push gareth's character down!"

"and i will do it again." lucas said while glaring at gareth.

"let me roll again! if i land on a seven then..." steve decided now was the time. well, not really, but he figured he'd really get under eddie's skin and ask you out on a date in front of your very protective older brother.

"i get to take y/n on a date."

eddie slams his hands on the table and stands from his throne.

"YOU DARE TO DATE MY LITTLE, BABY SISTER."

"dude, you got me beat by like two months." you mumbled while sitting back down in your seat.

steve stares at eddie with wide eyes and opens his mouth only to close it quickly.

"um, yeah? you heard what i said right?"

eddie stands up straight and crosses his arms over his chest.

"absolutely..."

you smile at eddie. "really?!"

"NOT! over my dead body you're dating her!"

you stand back up and lean over the table. "that can be arranged."

bickering starts between the three of you and the rest of the part watches like it's free entertainment, except for dustin.

"i have to deal with these bone heads on a daily basis. all i wanted to do was play d&d...why me?"

"OKAY FINE!" eddie shouts. he points at the both of you and begins to smirk.

"he can take you out IF he defeats vecna."

you gasp and place your hands over your mouth as you narrow your eyes at your older brother.

"you monster."

eddie begins to laugh evilly knowing steve would never defeat him, not even the party has done that yet!

"who the hell is vecna?"

everyone groans, including you. steve rubs his finger tips along his temples trying to play catch up.

"i thought the bad guy was that werewolf dude-"

"he's a VAMPIRE!" eddie shouts.

steve looks at him and shakes his head.

"same thing."

eddie let's out a scoff. "same thing?! THIS IS WHO YOU WANT TO DATE?!"

"YES AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND EDDIE!"

"is vecna the mind thingy? that's something different isn't it?"

eddie stares between you two and narrows his eyes at steve.

"steve. let's take a walk."

steve starts to follow eddie out of the theatre room when you grab his hand and hand him a bag of cheetos.

"take this with you, if he gets aggressive just hold it up like you would feed a rabid dog some steak."

you give him a small kiss on the cheek and push him out room. eddie is stood next to his van smoking a cigarette.

"listen man, i didn't mean to put you on the spot i just figured-"

"do you know why you're here, steve?"

"like...as in on this earth?"

silence is shared between the two of them before eddie take a long drag from his cigarette.

"no," he coughed out. "on oneshot night."

eddie takes his silence as a no and blows out a streak of smoke.

"she wants us to get closer. she figured since this my area of...expertise," he says with a smile. "she thought i'd be chill. laid back even!"

steve nods his head and chuckled at the fact that you think your brother would ever be calm.

"but let me be clear." eddie flicked his cigarette on the floor and stomped on it while blowing out whatever smoke he had left. "i am not calm when it comes to my sister. if i see her crying and she tells me it's because of you, i will break all of your fingers and feed you to that vicious dog."

steve gulps and looks at the dog eddie was pointing at that was sat next to his car.

"a cat could eat that dog."

"shut up!"

steve slowly takes the bag of cheetos out from behind his back and hands it to eddie with a smile on his face. eddie looks from the bag to steve's face before smiling and taking the bag of chips. he pops one into his mouth and walks back toward the building.

"i expect her home by 11! don't keep me waiting harrington, killer is a very hungry boy."

the small dog yapped at the two boys and ran in the opposite direction of them. you poked your head out once eddie was gone and stepped outside of the building.

"so, how'd it go?"

steve smiled and threw an arm around you.

"let's go hot shot, i have to have you home by eleven or your brother will feed me to the school's stray."

you let out a squeal and jumped into steve's arm laughing when he spun you around.

"HEY!"

you and steve look back at the school and see a very angry looking dustin.

"IF YOU BRING HIM BACK HERE TO PLAY AGAIN IM GOING TO KILL YOUR CHARACTER SO HARD. YOU'LL BE DEADER THAN STEVE'S DWARF!"

"I WAS A BARD!"

"do you even know what a bard is?" you asked him.

steve shook his head. "it sounded cool when your brother said it."

[draconicsparkle]

The SCP au first meeting! Some of you have been asking for it. And I am happy to provide!

I really enjoyed writing this one. It was very entertaining the whole time. It also ended up much longer than I expected. But I suspect no one will be upset about that.

It’s so fun switching between the Lighthouse au and the SCP au. The Nagizurus are so alike, yet so different. It’s awesome to explore the differences.

Btw, if you are squeamish, there is going to be a scene depicting something unpleasant. So I just wanted to caution people just in case.

Hajime sorted the papers and envelopes on the table in front of him into a near stack. He tied them up tightly with a bit of twine before handing it off to one of the facility staff. “Here. This is all I want sent. They’ve been looked over already and are clear to go. Nothing confidential is in them.”

The doctor standing nearby nodded in approval. “Excellent. I’m sure you know the routine by now. We can proceed with the interview immediately. Though… I have to ask. Is he going to be accompanying you during it?”

Hajime rolled his eyes as he felt Nagizuru hum in amusement. He was currently being hugged from behind with the entity nestling his head on Hajime’s shoulder. “Correct. Any attempts to remove me by force shall have consequences,” the SCP warned.

“Believe me, I tried to convince him to stay in the room. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He swore that he wouldn’t interfere, though,” Hajime told the doctor, who still looked a bit on edge.

“If he will not leave, then there’s little we can do to prevent him from attending. Very well, he may be present for this,” they relented. They pulled over a recording device, adjusting some settings and preparing it. “Have a seat. We shall begin momentarily.”

Nodding, Hajime moved to do just that. Or, he tried to. The arms around him held tight, not allowing him to move forward. Then Nagizuru whispered in his ear, sending thousands of shivers down his spine. “No need to force yourself upon such a stiff seat. I have a better idea.”

Hajime felt some kind of energy run through his body, making him feel strange and light. And soon, both he and Nagizuru were floating in the air a foot off the ground. He yelped and clung tight to the arms around him, as this was very new to him.

“Calm yourself. It is alright, my dear Hajime. Just relax and lean back into me. You’ll get used to it very quickly,” Nagizuru assured, soothing and gentle. It made his body instinctively lose tension, even while his mind raced.

“Warn me next time!” the human scolded, releasing his death grip on the arms holding him. He got a laugh in response, but nothing else. That was all he would be getting this time. He tried to regain his composure while in his new position, seeing the doctor watch them while furiously taking notes. “Hope you don’t mind me being in the air for this,” he commented to them. He didn’t want to admit it aloud, but it was strangely comfortable like this. He understood why Nagizuru wanted to do it.

“Of course. The recorder will be able to pick up your voice even from your current position. Are you ready to begin?” they asked, flipping to a new page on their clipboard to take more notes.

Upon seeing Hajime nod, they pushed the recording button. “Today is May 29th. We are sitting down to interview Mr. Hajime Hinata. SCP-49878 is also currently present in the room.” They paused, then spoke again. “Today, we want you to describe your first encounter with SCP-49878 in greater detail. Can you remember enough to accomplish this?”

Hajime nodded again, seeing Nagizuru’s smile widen out of the corner of his eye. He made a point to lean back firmly into the other, hearing a tiny giggle in response. “Oh yeah. I remember it all. Would be hard to forget that whole week.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Hajime sighed in aggravation as he felt the first drops of rain begin falling. Perfect. This was just what he needed. He had already been stressed from a hard day at college, and now the weather was turning against him. The only saving grace was that he had an umbrella with him, which he quickly grabbed and unfolded. He heard drops hitting the material above him, grateful that he managed to escape most of the moisture.

Then he set off for his dorm room shortly after, wanting nothing more than to collapse on his bed and sleep. It was the beginning of the school year, yet he was already drained. What did that mean for the rest of the year? He found himself sending out a silent prayer to the universe that it would help him find a way through this. That he wouldn’t have to struggle and stress through college. That he would be able to find a life that would be exciting.

He huffed as he walked forward, about to pass the bus stop. “Yeah, like that will happen,” he muttered to himself as he avoided a large puddle.

“What do you want to happen?”

A calm, neutral voice ripped him out of his thoughts. He turned to the source of the noise, seeing someone his age sitting on the bus stop bench getting drenched. His clothes looked tattered and filthy, sticking close to the pale body they were on. Long, white hair also covered the man’s shoulders and back, stringy and unbrushed. But despite his obvious poor state, the man looked at him with a smile.

Hajime still couldn’t help the words that spewed forth. “Are… are you okay? Do you… have a place to go to? Are you a student?”

A humorless laugh arose. “I am not a student. As for shelter, I can make do with any location. However, I must admit that I’m surprised. You are the first to exchange words with me. All others simply ignored me and carried on.”

The brunette felt pity for the poor man. Was he homeless? Did he have nowhere stable to sleep? It must be rough. He wanted to try to do something to help. So he reached into his bag, pulling out the granola bar he had been saving for later. He extended both it and the umbrella over to the white haired man. “Here. Take these. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I have to offer. I… hope it’s enough for tonight.”

The red eyes widened, staring at the offered objects. Pale arms reached out and took a hold of them, bringing them closer to himself. “You… are gifting me your rain protection and sustenance? Are you quite sure?”

Hajime nodded, feeling the drops of rain hit his head. “You need them more than I do. Now, can you tell me your name? I’m Hajime.”

“Hajime? A nice name. I shall remember it for all eternity.” The stranger fell silent for a few seconds, then resumed talking. “I was once called Nagito. Recently I have been referred to as Izuru. And there are several other titles I have been given that I don’t care much to recall at the moment. You may use whatever name you desire.”

Hajime groaned loudly. He hated needing to choose between options. Especially after a long day of studying and stress. “If you are going to be so difficult about your name, I’ll just make it easier for myself. I’ll merge the first two together. You’re Nagizuru now,” he stated, earning an interested look from the other.

“Nagizuru, hmmm? Interesting. So very interesting. But I shall accept that as my identity now. You alone may call me this.” He stood up from the bench, keeping the umbrella over his head. “Many thanks for your kindness, Hajime. I am sure your desire for excitement shall come true in due time. Be patient until the moment comes. I shall see you later.” Then he turned, walking across the street to the other side of the road. He faced Hajime again once he reached the other side, waving to him with the hand still holding the granola bar. The view of the man was then suddenly blocked by a large truck. And once it passed, Nagizuru was gone. As if he just vanished.

Hajime stared at the spot he had been standing at, full of questions. Where had he gone? What did he mean by saying that he would see him later? And how did he know what Hajime had been thinking? He hadn’t revealed his earlier thoughts to the man. So how?

A large, cold drop landed on his neck, reminding him that he was still in the rain. He immediately started sprinting towards his residence. He could think about this later. He needed to get home now.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was the day after, and the weather had improved greatly. Not a single cloud in the sky and no wind. A nice day, and it helped improve his mood. So much, that he decided to go grab takeout at a place near campus.

He was excited. The food smelled so good and was warm. He hummed as he walked down the street, oblivious to his surroundings through a combination of exhaustion and tunnel vision.

Which is why it startled him so bad when something grabbed his arm and tugged hard from the alleyway.

He yelped as he was pulled, ready to fight for his life with his meager abilities. But he soon came face to face with the man from the previous night, still with that smile. He lifted a finger to his lips, instructing Hajime to be quiet. The man then turned to face the alley’s exit, staring at it while blocking Hajime from sight. It was silent for a few seconds, then a group of four men stood there, peering in as if looking for something. They spotted Nagizuru, expressions morphing into ones of unease and discomfort. Then they left much quicker than they had arrived.

Once they were gone, Nagizuru turned back to look at Hajime. “They had been tailing you since you left the restaurant. I suspect they intended to mug you. How fortunate that I happened to be nearby to witness it.”

The explanation helped calm the brunette down. “Th-thank you. I… I appreciate it.” He watched Nagizuru step back to give him room, breathing deeply to calm himself. “I… I didn’t expect to see you again. Do you live around here?”

The man grinned. “Temporarily. But that is not important. Come, I shall escort you to your home. It’s not safe to be alone at this time.”

Hajime had to bite back another yelp as his wrist was again grabbed and pulled, forcing him to follow. Nagizuru was strangely strong, despite how frail and skinny he appeared. Distracted by this fact, it took him a bit to notice that they were now on the opposite side of campus, close to the student dorms. “Wait, how are we here? That was so fast!”

Nagizuru released his arm, smirking. “I have my ways.” He gestured down the street. “You are headed that way, yes? It will be much safer now. Nothing will bother you the rest of your journey. And before I forget, allow me to return this to you.”

The pale man revealed what his other arm had been holding. The folded up umbrella, dry and in perfect condition. Hajime took it back in amazement. “Thank you again. Are you sure you don’t want to hold onto it? I can always get a new one.”

Nagizuru shook his head, his crazy hair way more fluffy looking now that it wasn’t soaked. “I don’t require it any longer. I had my fill of the sensation of rain. I shall take measures to protect myself from it should another storm arrive.”

“If you say so.” Hajime felt grateful to the person in front of him. He not only returned the umbrella, but he had saved him from a mugging. Was there anything he could do to show his appreciation? It was around then he recalled the bag in his hands. He held it up, attracting the attention of the red eyes. “Hey, want to split this with me? It’s the least I can do since you saved my bacon back there.”

Nagizuru nodded with a look of great interest. “I shall accept your gracious offer. Many thanks.”

Hajime portioned the food in half, wrapping half of the sandwich in napkins and giving the container of fries to Nagizuru. After a nod of gratitude, the strange man walked around a corner, disappearing again. Hajime stared after him, wondering if he would ever see this person again. But something in his gut told him he would.

~~~~~~~~~~

“How do you do it?”

Nagizuru looked up from the textbook he had been reading, snatched from Hajime’s bag. “Whatever do you mean?”

Hajime repeated his question with more details. “How is it that you always find me? Are you just super lucky? Or…”

Nagizuru laughed and shook his head. “I am not stalking you with intentions of harm. You can rest assured of that.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

The white haired man smirked. “I won’t deny that I’m fascinated by you. However, it is mostly luck and the will of the cosmos that allowed our meetings.”

The student rolled his eyes, taking a drink from his cup. “I’ll never get a straight answer from you, will I?”

The smirk got wider. “Keep trying and see if the result will be different next time.”

The student decided to just let the question go, as he often found himself doing. His new companion was mysterious and had no problems in continuing to be so. Even after a week, Hajime knew very little about him. All he could confidently say is that he was… unusual. Both in speech and in behavior, including all his crazy vanishing and appearing acts. He always seemed to find Hajime when he was on his own, worming his way into his schedule with ease.

But, Hajime was strangely fine with this. It was nice having someone to talk to. He had no friends at college and his family was far away. It had been lonely up until Nagizuru. And now, he felt happy.

“I’m glad we met,” he blurted out, surprising both Nagizuru and himself.

The other person recovered pretty fast though. “I feel the same. Existence had largely been immensely boring. But now, I have something to look forward to. Someone to look forward to. The eons before our meeting were worth the wait for the treasure I have found.”

Hajime grabbed his churro and held it up close to his mouth. “Geez, you always make it sound like you’ve been alive for millions of years. What are you? A cosmic horror?”

Nagizuru chuckled, closing the textbook. “You will soon find out.”

That was… not the answer he expected. “What do you mean by that?” he asked before biting into the churro.

His companion stood up, walking around the park table they had been sitting at, standing close by him. “They located me. They will arrive shortly. I suggest you pack your things in your bag. You have 23 seconds, starting now.”

Thoroughly confused, Hajime stood up from his chair. “Who are ‘they’? What is going on?” he inquired as he shoved his possessions into his bag. He managed to get everything in as several armed cars screeched down the park roads, heading right for them. Hajime felt himself freeze in terror as they circled around them like sharks. They parked, and a horde of armed soldiers piled out, surrounding them in a matter of seconds.

“SCP-49878! Halt where you are! Don’t resist recapture!”

The commands came from one of the people, though he couldn’t tell who exactly had spoken. In addition, the actual words made no sense. SCP-49878? What was that? Recapture? What was going on?

He jolted as one of the soldiers approached. “You! What are your connections to SCP-49878? Have you been working with it? Explain yourself!”

“I… I… I don’t…” he tried to speak, but fear overrode his mind.

“Explain yourself!” the man repeated, stepping aggressively towards them. But his progress was halted unexpectedly, in a way Hajime had never seen.

In the blink of an eye, the man in front of him was changed. His armor, clothing, and weapon disappeared, but that wasn’t all. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie. All skin was red and raw, pulsing as the man’s heartbeat increased from pain and fear. This was very evident due to the fact that his heart was in full view of everyone, as well as the rest of his internal organs. He had been… inverted. The shock of what he was witnessing muffled the pained screams from the man, which continued until he fell over and laid still.

Hajime stepped back in fear, but was only able to accomplish that single step. His feet felt heavy, as if made of lead. How… how was this happening? It shouldn’t be possible! He wasn’t really witnessing this, right?

The body in front of him continued to prove his desperate thoughts wrong.

“SCP-49878! Refrain from inverting anyone else! What is the reason for your continued stay in this town? Why haven’t you caused mass destruction yet? Does that human beside you have anything to do with this calmness?” another soldier shouted out towards them.

“Correct.”

The single word answer came from behind him. In a voice he had grown to know. Eyes widening, he realized who they were talking to.

Nagizuru. They were here for him.

But before Hajime could ask any questions of his own, he felt the man approach and wrap his arms around his waist. With his crazy strength, he pulled the student close, sighing contently into the hug. He looked satisfied, as if being near the brunette was soothing.

Evidentially, Hajime was not the only one to notice. The next round of orders were directed at him. “Civilian. We need your assistance. Guide SCP-49878 over to the truck and get in. You will need to accompany us back to the facility. This is of the utmost importance. The world is at stake.”

“The… the world? Someone please tell me what’s happening!” he practically screamed, desperate for answers.

The soldier looked at him with understanding. “I know this is a lot to take in. But please, sir. Get into the car and we will do our best to explain things.”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Hajime asked rhetorically. He took a shaky breath, and nodded. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll get in.” He looked over to the person, or rather creature, resting on his shoulder. “Will… you follow me in?”

The red eyes met his, which made the always present smile widen. That was enough of an answer for him. “Okay. Let’s go.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“After that, we were brought here. I learned about the SCP Foundation, everything they knew about Nagizuru, and what he was capable of. And since I’m the only human he has been amicable with, they have required me to remain here to help keep him contained. And I’ve been here ever since,” Hajime finished, taking a sip of water from a glass Nagizuru had willed into existence for him.

“This concludes the interview. Thank you for your insightful recounting,” the doctor stated, stopping the recording and setting their clipboard down. “That is all that is needed as of this moment. You are free to leave.”

The entity seemed to have been waiting for those words, as not even a second later, they had teleported back to their apartment. “Finally. I have you all to myself again.”

Hajime patted the creature’s cheek firmly, but not painfully. “You know as well as everyone else here that you have me almost all the time. Relax for once in your eternal life.”

“In OUR eternal life. And yes, I plan to do much of that activity. With you and you only,” the SCP told him as he nuzzled into the crook of the human’s neck.

Hajime relocated his hand from Nagizuru’s cheek to his hair, petting the soft strands and earning a happy noise. It made him smile, knowing he had such an effect on the creature. Despite all the horrors he had witnessed, all the terrifying sights and sounds, he still looked forward to being in Nagizuru’s company. And he was sure he would forever and always.

Masterpost

[skygodtraumabond]

<Oops! This video file appears to be corrupted! Don't worry, I will provide alt text!>

<The video appears to have been taken the previous night in Amy's lab. The angle is strange, like it was shot close to the ground and from around a corner. All of the lights are off, and the only light in the room seems to be coming from an outdoor street light shining through the window. Ray stands alone in the middle of the room, swaying back and forth slightly to some unheard rhythm.

Then, slowly, methodically, they begin to dance. Their movements are stilted and unsure, and they occasionally stop mid-step to correct their footing or the position of their arms. It's barely audible, but they can also be heard humming a song they've half-forgotten, their movements faltering when they struggle to remember the next part of the tune. At all times, at least one arm is held out into the open air. It's like they're performing a duet without a partner. Despite the performance being overall painful to watch, there are moments where they seem to synchronize with the memories all over again, and their movements become incredibly graceful and fluid for a brief burst.

Their questionable attempts at dancing are halted by someone shining a light on them from off-screen. This causes the cameraman to flinch back around the corner for a few seconds and Ray to jolt into a defensive stance, putting one hand on the hilt of their machete and the other in front of their chest.

???: Ray?

A tired voice calls to them from out of frame, causing them to relax their stance and take their hand off of their weapon. It sounds familiar, but with how tired and quiet it is, it's hard to nail down the identity until Ray speaks up.

Ray: Amy... It... It's just you. Skies above, you scared the skin off of me.

Soft laughter can be heard as Amy approaches from the right side of the shot. He seems to be ready to go to sleep, dressed in an old Goldenrod Ecological Center t-shirt and Joltik-themed pajama pants. Notably, they don't seem to be wearing their glasses. By their side is Maxx, who looks just as irritated as usual by Ray's general existence, if not moreso considering the late hour.

Amy: Speak for yourself. I thought my lab had a ghost in it.

Ray: Wait, really?

Amy: ... It's a nice night, isn't it?

Amy doesn't answer the question, only giving a sly smile and looking outside. Ray huffs quietly in irritation, but still allows the ghost of a smile to grace their face for a second before returning to their usual stoicism.

Ray: Yes, the sky is beautiful from in this lab. I can see stars for miles.

They both spend a minute in silence, staring out at that lone street light as Maxx's tail glow becomes less focused, becoming more of a lantern than a flashlight. Eventually, Ray speaks up, sounding much more solemn and serious than before.

Ray: ... Amy. If anything goes wrong in there, I want you to make sure Marny gets out alive. Don't worry about me.

Amy seems visibly bewildered by this statement, turning their head back to face Ray as if looking into their yellow-tinted goggles would give them answers.

Amy: Ray, I'm not-

Ray: This is my fault. Not just the past stuff, but... If I had been here, maybe I would've been able to speak to her before she made a life for herself. A life with you.

Ray shakes their head, their hand drawn up to the left side of their chest as they look away from the window.

Ray: I saw the posts she made. It's not hard to see that the happiness she found... It's you. It's hardly a surprise. Guardian knows you've been nothing but kind to me as well. If I was able to talk to her before all of this, then maybe she'd understand that I'm not out to steal you from her. I... I wouldn't mind being left in those caves if it meant she was able to be as happy and herself as she was with you. So... Please, if it's between her or me, then just-

Amy: Ray...

Amy reaches up and cups Ray's cheek, gently guiding their head back towards them. The hand then moves into their hair, and they seem to lean into the touch slightly as Amy gently traces beneath the green and blonde mess.

Amy: No one is getting left behind, okay? Look... Marny and I are good friends, nothing more than that. I don't know why she'd think you're "stealing me" or whatever. If that's how you see it, then I understand why that would make you feel so afraid, but... I promise, that's not what you're doing. And I'm sure once we get her out of there together, she'll understand that. I care about both of you equally. I don't think I could live with myself if I left you to die like that.

Their hand moves down to Ray's shoulder, resting on a patch of sky-themed fabric, drawing a sigh from the vagabond as they move their hand on top of the professor's.

Ray: ... And I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because you wanted to keep me alive. You've already done so much for me, even though I kept trying to push you away. If you hadn't found me, if you hadn't put your neck on the line to keep my secret safe... We wouldn't be having this conversation. I would have just stayed isolated again, and... I don't know if I ever would have come back. You've done so much to protect me and let me heal, and I'm still not sure why. Please. At least let me pretend I can do the same thing for you.

Amy seems stunned speechless for a moment. Ray's inflection is just as flat as usual, but near the end of their spiel, their pace seemed to grow unsteady, speeding up and slowing down with their racing thoughts. Despite the struggle to emote, their emotions can still be read. Amy seems like they might try to continue the conversation, but Maxx's tail brushing against his leg forces the two apart with a shock. Ray gasps sharply and clutches their hand, murmuring something unintelligible in Hoennian.

Amy: Ah, sorry! You're not-?

Ray: I'm fine, I'm fine. It just caught me by surprise, is all...

Amy: Oh, good. Good...

They stand there in awkward silence for a moment before Amy clears their throat, breaking the silence.

Amy: We should probably get some sleep. I doubt Juno is going to have much patience for us if we oversleep.

Ray: I know xe won't, believe me. I have stories.

Amy chuckles, reaching down and petting Maxx as he bleats impatiently, trying to guide his trainer back to bed.

Amy: Alright, alright, I'm going... Goodnight, Ray. Make sure you tell me those stories later.

Ray: Yeah... Goodnight to you too, Amy.

As Amy walks out of the room, leaving Ray in darkness once again, the silhouette of a Morgrem can be faintly seen peeking from behind an office chair on the other side of the room. After that, the video cuts out.>

<This alt text was provided by me, Techie! I'm a Rotom, so I might make mistakes! Let me know if I did a good job! :> >

[bangchanzz]

The Bet

Summary: You and your boyfriend Chan make a bet and the loser must do what the winner says for a full twenty-four hours. When Chan loses, you make it your mission to get your boyfriend to do the one thing he absolutely refuses to do: relax.

Warnings: SMUT!!! oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, foul language, a wee bit of angst

A/N: Here’s the first chapter of a short Chan fix I wrote while slowly decaying from COVID! Enjoy!

Chapter One

12:00AM—8:00AM

Chan had arrived at your apartment at promptly 11:50PM in a somewhat sour mood.

It was the same sour mood you had come to expect from him in the past few weeks.

The company had him taking on a lot of responsibilities—too many, in your opinion—that often led to him emotionally shutting down. You tried not to let it effect your relationship, but lately it had been getting more and more difficult to ignore your boyfriend’s piss poor attitude.

“How was your day?” you asked him as he plopped down on the couch, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

You didn’t know what answer to expect, but one look at his haggard features and you knew it wasn’t going to be a good one.

Chan groaned in response, scrubbing at his face with his large hands. “Exhausting.”

You frowned, making your way over to him and settling yourself in his lap. “Well, it’s a good thing I have an extraordinary twenty-four hours planned for us.”

He cracked an eye open to look at you, a small smile forming along his mouth. “Extraordinary, huh?”

“Yep,” you hummed, planting kisses along his collarbone and up his neck. You continued to kiss along his jaw line until he turned his head to kiss you on the mouth, your lips colliding to ignite a spark in your stomach.

The two of you hadn’t been dating for long, but you were obsessed with each other.

Chan was perfect, even if he didn’t believe it himself. You had never been treated so well by anyone…well, ever. It was like he was made for you somehow.

His soft lips moved slowly against yours, his teeth pulling gently on your bottom lip, eliciting a low moan from you.

When the clock struck midnight, you pulled back. You grinned at him. “It begins.”

Chan chuckled, looking tired.

“First things first,” you announced, standing. “A shower.”

Your boyfriend looked stunned. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “Right now, you can make me do absolutely anything in the world, and you’re going to make me…take a shower?”

“Correct,” you said, nodding sagely. “Now let’s go.”

Still looking confused, Chan stood up and followed you to the bathroom.

The two of you stopped in the middle of the small room, Chan looking down at you with exhaustion.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then took the hem of his black t shirt between your fingers and lifted it over his head. Chan raised his arms, allowing you to remove the garment.

When you saw his face again it was tinged with red.

“Cute,” you murmured, pressing a kiss along his jaw.

“What is?” he asked, unable to meet your eyes.

You laughed. “I’m literally your girlfriend and you still get all red when you take your shirt off. It’s cute.”

At that, Chan looked skyward, his face getting even redder somehow.

When he finally looked down at you again, you had also discarded your own shirt. His eyes scanned your body wearily before meeting your gaze and giving you a small smile. “You look so beautiful,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

You smiled against his kiss, fumbling with his belt.

He chuckled in response, his large hands covering yours and beginning to undo the buckle of his belt.

Your pants followed his onto the floor and he followed you into the warm shower.

The water gleefully welcomed you both, surrounding you with a comforting warmth.

Chan mumbled a low moan as he relaxed under the constant barrage of heat.

You grabbed your favorite bottle of shampoo and emptied a glob of it onto your palm, a calming floral scent filling the small space.

Chan only studied your face as you began to work the shampoo into his hair, gently massaging it into his scalp.

He slowly closed his eyes as you continued your ministrations, his entire body finally beginning to relax.

You had him rinse his hair and then added the conditioner, letting it sit while you washed your own hair. Chan just watched you the entire time, never taking his eyes off you.

He watches you wash your body, his warm hands reaching out to run his fingers along the smooth planes of your form.

“So perfect,” he whispers into the steamy air.

You wash him next, taking care to gently scrub his skin from head to toe.

“I can wash myself, you know,” he tells you, face red once more.

You giggle at his blushing features. “I know you can, babe, but isn’t it nice to be taken care of once in a while? You always take care of me, so let me return the favor.”

He humphs at your words but allows you to continue without further complaint. It made you realize how tired he truly was.

You spend a few more minutes in the shower just holding each other, letting the warm atmosphere calm the boy in your arms.

Upon stepping out of the showers warm embrace, you wrap each other in warmed towels and force Chan to moisturize more than he ever has in his life.

“Alright, milady, what’s next?” Chan asks once you’re both warm and dry.

“Bed,” you announce, taking his hand and pulling him towards your neatly made bed.

“Really?” he asks, cocking a brow. “You’re not going to make me stay up and watch anime with you?”

You laugh, pulling him down on top of you on the bed. “Maybe an episode or two.”

“That’s my girl,” he says with a kiss.

The two of you curl up in bed, soft music playing from your speakers into the dark.

“How are you doing, Chan?” you ask suddenly.

“I’m fine,” he says a bit too quickly. “Why?”

You sigh, pulling away from him slightly to look at his face. “When you want to talk about it, I’ll be here to listen.”

This time he’s the one to pull away. “Y/N, really, there isn’t-“

You held up a hand. “Chan, I can tell by looking at you that something has been weighing you down. You look exhausted, baby.”

“Gee, thanks,” he snorts, rolling his eyes.

You keep your gaze on him. “You know what I mean.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I do?”

You sigh again.

“Just spit it out, babygirl,” he says, his words edged with something hard.

“Fine. I can see you pushing yourself past your limits every day and it worries me because I care about you.”

His face softened slightly. “I know you care about me, baby, but I know my limits just fine.”

“Okay,” you murmur into his chest, not willing to argue about this right now. “Just promise me you’ll take some time to relax.”

You can feel his laugh in his chest.  “I’ll rest when I’m dead.”

And that was what worried you.

“I hope you don’t mean anytime soon,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

“Not as long as I have you,” he said, smiling into the dark.

Your kiss slowly became something more heated.

Chan began running his hands down your back, getting lower and lower until they cupped your ass and squeezed. His hands then worked their way to your hips and pulled them against his where you could feel his hardening length against your stomach.

You smiled against his lips as you rolled your hips against his, eliciting a loud groan from your boyfriend.

“I wanna be in you so bad, Angel,” he whispered into your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. His actions sent a thrill down your spine.

“Can I please fuck you, Princess?” he asks, grinding against you. His hand finds your throat and squeezes as he continues to kiss you.

You began feeling a euphoric high in addition to the constant need for him.

“Please, Chan,” you beg, letting a whine creep into your voice. “Please fuck me, please.”

You sling a leg over him, wanting, needing, to be closer to him.

He’s entering you in seconds, sliding into you with a single thrust.

You love how full you feel, how well he stretches you out.

He begins to fuck you slowly, but not gently, his eyes boring into yours in the darkness.

His pace begins to quicken, and you feel your head lull back from the pleasure.

“Stay with me, Princess,” he tells you, his favorite pet name sending a thrill down your spine.

You snap your head forward and press your lips to his, the kiss savage and unforgiving. You took his head in your hands and his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a low moan from Chan.

His hips continue to snap against yours, hitting that spot just right. His hand sneaks between your legs and begins to rub lazy circles on your clit.

The ecstasy is almost too much to bear.

You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you’re barely hanging on. Pleasure is coursing through your body as the boy next to you continues his relentless ministrations on your body.

You barely feel yourself mutter the words, “Chan, I’m-“

“Cum with me, Angel,” your boyfriend cuts you off, his own face contorted with pleasure.

Seconds later the two of you reach your high together, clinging to each other for dear life.

Chan continues to thrust into you, slowly and lovingly as he plants lazy kisses all over your face.

“Bedtime,” you murmur into the dark, exhaustion taking over from your own long day.

But your boyfriend is already asleep, curled tightly against you, where he would stay all night.

[flower-seeks-the-moon]

the sun's coming out (but i'm feeling colder)

fandom: bustafellows

relationships: shu lyn o'keefe & yang lyn o'keefe, shu lyn o'keefe & teuta bridges

characters: shu lyn o'keefe, teuta bridges, yang lyn o'keefe (mentioned)

words: 2310

ao3 link

first posted on ao3. a character study of shu on his route during the sunny island excursion. a speculative glimpse into his thoughts during the carnival, teuta, and himself, interspersed with the broken pieces of a sibling relationship.

He’s not sure what he expects, coming out to Sunny Island when he could spend his spare time catching up on lost sleep. There’s no need for him to patronize a place full of lights and noise, where he can’t relax the hard-earned instincts beaten into him over the years.

A promise is a promise, though; he doesn’t try to wiggle out of the coupon he gives Teuta. She deserves this much from him, though he doesn’t know where they currently stand after their last conversation. Or why she would even want something from him.

He has nothing to offer that the others couldn’t give her.

Shu still remembers that sudden shout.

“That’s just wrong!”

Hell of a woman, that one. To look him in the eye, aware of his profession, and exclaim that accepting his death as one of the many nameless killers in New Sieg would be wrong.

He hasn’t weighed life in the context of rights and wrongs, he doesn’t have that privilege.

Revenge isn’t a morally correct call to make.

He’s far past caring.

He has to be.

“Oh, it looks more beautiful than I expected. When you called it a pop-up amusement park, I expected something cheaper.”

“Lemme guess. You’re regretting that you didn’t bring a girl with you, huh.”

“That’s a-mazing , Scarecrow. You’re absolutely correct.”

But the warm festive lights, the unceasing sounds of chatter, and the idiots he’s been lumped with beckon to him and don’t make him feel like he’s not wanted.

“Hey, time out. There’s a girl right here. And you’re looking at her!” 

He is looking at her, but he doesn’t know if the other idiots are.

_____

A heart-to-heart in a noisy amusement park isn’t what he had in mind, but Teuta has a talent for subverting his vague expectations. He also doesn’t expect shooting with a fake gun to be one of the more meaningful social interactions he’s had in his life, but here he is.

Must be some shitty marksmanship lessons she had though if his instructions were all it took for her to get results.

Shu stares at the fake gun in her arms. Feels a momentary shiver go down his spine.

He knows it’s fake, but it reminds him of what he does, what the Fixers do. Thinking of this odd girl’s life before she meets them? She’s unprepared, fancy-ass power that she has or not. Maybe he could impart something useful here that the others couldn’t.

The look she gives him with those big green eyes of hers makes him reconsider the benefits. Up this close, they dominate her face and it strikes him, just how expressive they are. Too expressive, even.

Shu doesn’t want to dwell on what lingers in them as she looks up at him.

“Stop giving me the stink eye,” the hitman mutters down at her. For his or her sake, whichever, they need to get this over with.

“I-I’m not.”

He lets Teach’s instruction come to the surface, and drags it back up despite the memory that anchors it. “When you hold a gun, only look at your prey. Let the prey enter your sights, and all that’s left after that is timing how to fire.”

It’s easy to figure out the moment she begins to hesitate.

He can empathize, though shooting for him is a matter of steeling his nerves and his gut. Reminding himself of why he kills. The weight of a life taken, in exchange for stopping killing that lacks love and hatred.

Each and every time he’s won against the part of him that flinches before a hit, he has the song that he’s grown up humming.

“You can count down from three, but it’s easy to lose your sense of time, so Teach told me to hum a familiar melody instead.”

What would Teach think, that the boy she raised would someday be guiding a girl to sing Yellow Rose of Texas for firing a carnival gun? She’s not here to see it, not here to raise an incredulous brow at the lass between his arms.

“Whoa! I did it!”

The blonde in front of him cheers as her shot successfully lands, and he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him then. Hah, he really was better than those prissy instructors of her police academy.

But really, it’s because of this bright young thing.

He’s successfully taught her something that he knows, and for once, his specialty doesn’t end up with blood spilled. This moment could stand to last longer, him basking in the surreal feeling of having done something nice with these hands of his.

… What the hell, he’s having fun.

Shu even lets himself go along and fire a few times for Teuta. He’s not showing off, he’s just showing her how a professional does it.

_____

The knot in his chest loosens as he watches Teuta toss back her favorite Corona. There’s a smile that she’s probably unaware of on her lips, a visible satisfaction that somehow seeps into Shu, along with the heat from a carnival packed with more people than he should be comfortable with.

He doesn’t dislike it, for now.

Shu takes a long draught of beer, leaning back against the bench they found.

“The shooting range was fun,” Teuta begins, and he turns towards her to listen. “My brother was good at shooting. He’d hit all the targets with a revolver. It was cool.”

Her immediate pause afterward, the realization in her eyes, and the subtle way her enthusiasm begins to dim make him move.

“So what else?”

Teuta blinks those green eyes at him, and he relaxes as he watches the self-consciousness recede from her gaze. “What else?”

“There’s more to this pop-up than just the shooting range, right?” He nudges her with his shoulder. “Where else did you go? With your brother, I mean.”

The girl lights up like someone who’s been overlooked for a long time, launching into chatter that he doesn’t mind listening to. Even if it could take a while.

She looks like she needs it.

Her face is soft with reminiscence, relaxing into a look he’s worn himself many times. Does she not get this chance a lot?

They’re like two peas in a pod in this regard.

He feels the smile on his face mirror hers. Remembering his mentor is a tired old rodeo that he’s done alone, one that he doesn’t mind. But it’s even more fun to talk to someone on the same level.

So he allows himself to be pulled into the easy conversation.

With Teuta, the memories of Teach are softer, dull, and hazy around the edges. When he touches them, he isn’t cut anew, but holding a fuzzy blanket worn soft from years of love. Viewing them is like staring at the dreamy watercolor paintings that cost too much and Scarecrow is all too happy to overspend to decorate his mansion, with no pain in the worlds they portray.

_____

They just had to lose sight of the others, huh.

He goes through all this effort to give Teuta a good time on Sunny Island, and she’s left with Shu and his bumbling attempts to let her enjoy herself.

Not a half-bad job, until they remember what they argued about.

He can’t allow the frown to stay on her face, not when they almost had a good thing going earlier.

Maybe a ride on the Ferris wheel would be a good start, and place, to talk. Wait, she had a miserable time here in her past reminiscence, what was he doing?

Well, they’re here now.

He takes a look at the pout on her lips after she gracefully slams her head on the ceiling, and can’t help but crack a bit. He laughs, a little. It’s not on him that Teuta makes it so easy to smile, she does this to everyone.

All he has is the honesty to offer her his thoughts and the hope that they won’t leave her sad.

“Sorry for making you mad.” Shu gives her another gentle pat, rustling her hair and watching her frown waver.

“But I seriously don’t understand why you’re mad. I’m not just teasing you or anything.”

Her answer is equal parts frustrating and amusing to him.

I don’t really know, myself . Hmm.

“If a friend you lived with just out of the blue said ‘Hey, just so you know, I could wind up dead,’ wouldn’t that make you mad, too?”

Well, for one thing. Shu doesn’t have many friends, and this kind of talk just doesn’t have a place in the relationships he has with the rest of the Fixers.

For another… Maybe part of him doesn’t want to know what looks they would wear, should he go in the fashion he expects himself to go.

… He shouldn’t be smiling this easily. “Dunno. Should it make me mad?”

“You’d get mad if your family said ‘I’m probably gonna die, but it’s no biggie,’ wouldn’t you?”

Right from the mouths of babes. His chest feels tight, but it’s not a bad feeling. It’s the tightness that comes from the laugh that threatens to bubble out of your throat.

“We’re family?”

He wants to hear her say it herself.

Her eyes are so, so green as she peeks up at him through her fringe, that Shu has to shut his own. There’s no way for him to avoid the longing that creeps up and catches him unaware, otherwise. Him, a hitman, of all people.

He can’t keep staring back or he might do something stupid. Maybe he already has.

“We’re family… ish.”

That does have a nice ring to it. This realization catches him off-guard when he thinks of how he didn’t notice until now. 

This… Family-ish feeling. It extends to the other guys who are currently having a grand old time without them.

And all it took was the entrance of this sunny young woman into a mansion full of hot messes. 

What could he even do with this information?

How many breakfasts prepared by Mozu’s hand, dollars in Crow’s respect jar, audacious stunts from Limbo, and petty jabs exchanged with Helvetica would it have taken for him to acknowledge this?

“We’re not family just because we live together,” Teuta continues, unaware of how her words are tenderly picking him apart and making him whole at the same time. “But I think we’re family-ish. You’re all important to me.”

This girl. He looks down at her, and the pout on her face, and doesn’t fight the fondness that comes, overwhelming and freeing. He can’t, even if he wants to.

“Being a family can be a catch-22, you know? Familial bonds can’t be broken unilaterally.” Dark hair and even darker eyes, a thin wisp of a smile, flash in his mind.

Oh. He really is a fucking idiot, isn’t he?

He pushes on. “So us being family-ish is also a catch-22, isn’t it?”

She shouldn’t be sad for someone like him. But Shu doesn’t want to stop it.

What he wants shouldn’t matter, though.

____

The reminder of why comes soon enough. He shouldn’t have mentioned Yang. The name is a portent of what could come after things that, all of a sudden, are too important to lose.

Damn.

This scent in the air that he could have caught if the gentle atmosphere hadn’t lulled him into complacency.

His sibling.

The sound of their voice, slick with the satisfaction he’s learned to loathe, rips a gasp from him.

It hits him like the slash of a knife to the artery, like a shot to the head, like waking up after he’s sobbed himself dry, Teach’s body gone cold in his arms. The killing intent that follows narrows his world down into two people, and everything surrounding them slows down, cold clarity in his head and cold everything in his chest. Teuta really shouldn’t see him like this, but he’s drawn the knife out before he could think, and he’s ready.

Ready for what?

It’s only Teuta’s uncertain voice and the tremble in it that pulls him from the brink. Barely.

He can’t risk her.

But hearing Yang’s voice after their time together plunges Shu back into the icy river that he’s familiar with, and he needs this ice more than he needs her warmth.

He needs the ice, if he wants to be the one to put an end to this stupid, painful, wild goose chase that Yang has led him on for years. He needs it, if he wants to look his only sibling in the eye and put a bullet or more in them for killing their mother.

He needs to be cold, if he wants to lay Teach’s memory to rest.

Because he’s the only clown in this carnival, chasing after a sibling even as he looks forward to and dreads the loss of one more person in his family.

The truth is, he’s not sure if he can live with himself after he finishes the job.

Not sure if he wants to.

“Shu, is that…”

Don’t talk to him with that voice, Teuta.

Don’t give him the fleeting yet powerful urge to be a man he isn’t, hasn’t ever been, a man who comforts shivering girls who just had guns pressed to their backs. He’s not Crow, who could probably make you laugh even after something so scary. Neither is he Mozu, who would know what to give you when you’re afraid.

He’s not sure if he can justify it when there are still so many targets to hunt, Yang last of all.

Shu can’t look at her as she reaches with a shaking hand for him, can’t take it in his as he clutches a knife.

He feigns deafness to her words and walks away from the first warmth he’s known in a long time.

[willowfolksong]

Your first date with them, after coming out of a toxic relationship

- Sano Manjiro "Mikey" x Reader; Keisuke Baji x Reader; Takashi Mitsuya x Reader.

- SFW

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

✨ You agree to go on a date with him after he asks you out multiple times. Really. Multiple times. Sometimes he would come around and ask, trailing behind you after school. Sometimes it would be Draken, hanging around by your locker and asking you what your plans for the day were. You were not that sure as to how you should react, having the President of the Tokyo Manji Gang following you around. Your friends didn't do much to ease your nerves either, telling you horror stories about their gang everytime you brought up the subject. But after some time of having them both around, you start to relax and think that maybe they're not that bad.

✨ When you finally say yes to Mikey, he smiles as brightly as the sun and disappears just as quickly as he appeared, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the hallway.

✨ The next morning, he's waiting for you outside your house in his motorcycle, ready to take you for a ride.

"I'm here for our date" he proudly tells you, patting the seat behind him "Come on, let's go"

"Ahm... Mikey-san" you say "We have classes today"

"So?"

You really don't know how to answer that, and you've never missed classes before, so you end up changing into something else and getting on the motorcycle with him.

✨ As soon as you do, your arms snake around him like a vice, and you bury your face on the back of his neck.

He looks back at you, humming. "Something wrong?"

You nod vigorously "I've never rided one of this before, sorry"

"Is that so..." he trails off, turning the bike on. The loud engine roars to life, and you muffle a little scream against his skin. Mikey chuckles "Then hold on tight, I'm going to show you how good it feels"

✨ It actually does feels good, and you slowly end up relaxing your arms and bringing your head up to admire the view on each side of the road.

✨ You drive until the sun is setting down, making a quick stop to buy some dorayaki for Mikey, and a milkshake for you.

✨He leaves his motorcycle by the side of the road, and the two of you sit down near the riverbank to enjoy the last rays of sun. You promptly realize he's been looking at you the entire time.

"How was it?" he asks.

"It was great. I never got to ride a motorcycle before, and it was awesome"

"Really?"

"Yes! I would love to do it again!" you stop, eyes widening and mouth closing. Mikey frowns at your sudden change in behavior, and you quickly clear your throat as to not make things worst.

You know what happens when you push guys into doing what you want.

"I mean... only if you want to, that is" you clarify, voice only a whisper— eyes on the ground.

"Why wouldn't I want to?"

You see his hand coming into view, and you know he's moved to sit closer to you. "Well... maybe I sounded to eager, and I really didn't want you to feel as if I was pushing you to do something you didn't want to"

"Hey" he takes your chin in his hand, eyeing you curiously "What are you talking about?"

"I don't..."

"The only thing you need to worry is about holding me tight once more, when we get back on the bike" he says, and your cheeks immediately flush pink "Getting confident is no excuse as to not do it, alright?"

"Mikey..."

"Manjiro" he corrects you "Come on, try it on"

"What?"

"Try my name, come on" he says, still holding your chin.

You gulp "Manjiro-kun"

"Nice!" he says, leaning to peck you on the lips and then quickly standing up.

Your mouth opens in shock because Mikey just kissed you all of the sudden.

He stretches his arms over his head "Come on, let's ride back before I change my mind and decide I want to keep you the whole night"

✨That night after he rides you home, he meets with Draken.

"You want what?" Draken asks, frowning.

Mikey hums, looking at the sky, hands in his pockets "I want you to find out who she dated before"

"Why? Something wrong?"

"I just have a bad feeling" he says, shrugging "And I don't really like feeling like this"

"And what are we doing when I find out?"

Mikey smirks, eyes devoid of emotion. He can still feel your lips on his "We'll go ask him how he wants do die, of course"

Keisuke Baji

✨You're not ashamed to admit that you've had a crush on him even while you still had a boyfriend, and so you trail happily behind him when he finally asks you to hang around, thinking already about how it will feel to hold his hand.

"Hey" he stops, looking back at you with his eyebrows furrowed "Come here and walk beside me"

"Oh... I'm sorry"

"Why are you apologizing, dummy? I want to see you"

✨ You don't do much, and that's okay, because the only thing you want to do is to be with him. Somehow you end up going into a manga store, and you couldn't be more happy to run to the aisle where you know the last number of your favorite manga is, waiting for you.

✨Baji follows you, hands in his pockets, and when you turn around to show him the book, he smiles.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he asks. You let out a high pitched scream.

"Like it? I love it! You see... the characters are..."

✨ You spend around twenty minutes explaining why the manga is so good, and how the characters should totally end up together because they belong with one another. It's fate. They're soulmates.

✨You cut yourself short to look at him worryingly. He's leaning on the shelf, arms crossed over his chest, an expression you've never seen before on his face.

"I'm so sorry" you apologize, biting your lip.

You know how much a guy can hate that you won't stop talking about what you like.

"What? Why are you apologizing now?"

"Well... I was talking non stop and I probably bored you..."

Baji takes a step towards you, grabbing the manga from your hands and scanning the cover. "This is one of my favorites. You didn't bored me"

"Wait" you pause, surprised "For real?"

"Yeah! Come on, I'll buy one for you and one for me" he tells you, picking another volume from the shelf and walking down the aisle to the cash register. When he realizes you're not following him, still glued to the same spot, he clicks his tongue and offers his hand for you to take it "Come on, hurry up!"

✨ You run and interlock your fingers with him, giving him a little squeeze because oh, this is real. When he squeezes back, you can't help but swoon internally.

"Oh, and hey" he says, leaning down until his eyes are right in front of yours "I would like to know the name of the bastard that said you bored him"

"Huh?"

He smiles, canines showing, and pushes a lock of your hair behind your ear "Just to give him a piece of my mind, that is"

Takashi Mitsuya

✨ He takes you to a nice restaurant, after many walks together to your place, all the times he offered to drive you from school.

✨And so you feel like you've had many dates already, sitting now in front of him in the dim light of the candles— talking about fashion, and what you two will do when you graduate.

✨You have a special talent for knitting, the two of you having bonded in the Home Economics class. He still wears the little pouch you made for his phone in his pocket, and you have a bracelet he braided for you in your right hand.

✨ He's looking at you intently, as he always does, eyes following your every movement with the same intensity that doesn't fails in leaving you breathless.

✨You feel so comfortable and relaxed with him that you end up sharing a joke your friend told you, just to look at him in surprise when he throws his head back and laughs.

"What is it?" he asks, once he takes a look at your bewildered expresion.

"Oh. It's nothing"

"No, seriously" he places his arm on the table, hand up, fingers coaxing you to take it. You do, and he holds tightly on to you "What's wrong?"

"I'm just surprised that you laughed, that's all"

"Why? It was a funny joke"

You laugh nervously, suddenly a bit self conscious "I'm just not really funny, that is"

That's what he used to told you at least.

Mitsuya shakes his head, and is suddenly standing up and leaning down on the table to kiss you, stealing your breath away once more, and leaving a tingling sensation on your lips. He cleans the smudged lipstick on your bottom lip with his thumb, giving you another kiss on the cheek before sitting back down.

"You're funny, princess" he assures you, grabbing your hand again "And no one else will tell you that you're not anymore"

He'll make sure of that. He just has to make a couple of calls.

🧣 RED Love Story Collection

Part X - Come back, be here

[poguesholland]

No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

-

Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

[blu-joons]

Besotted Uncle ~ Kim Taehyung

His eyes lit up the moment the front door opened, glancing past his shoulder as Taehyung watched you walk into the house, dropping your bag straight away whilst letting go of a sigh, relieved to be back in a quiet environment.

“How was your afternoon babysitting?” He grinned as you looked across, noticing him laid out across the sofa.

“Busy,” you simply chuckled.

Taehyung tapped the space beside you, inviting you over with his arms open, ready to hold you and relax you after your busy day. “I’m guessing Y/N/N wasn’t particularly well behaved for you.”

“She cried constantly,” you groaned, collapsing into his side, “it took ages for Y/S/N to get off because she refused to stop crying.”

“She is cute though,” Taehyung mused, “so, I guess you can forgive her for getting so upset.”

A small hum of agreement came from you as his arm moved around your waist, “the first time she smiled was when Y/S/N came home, all night long I was trying to entertain her though.”

“You should have played her some of her Uncle Taehyung’s songs,” he suggested to you, “remember that time she fell asleep when she stayed here for the night when I had Butterfly on repeat?”

Your head nodded as you remembered the memory, for hours you had been trying to settle your niece in your spare room. As you began to run out of ideas, Taehyung suggested a song, knowing the perfect one that would calm her down too.

“Aside from the tears, did you enjoy being with her?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded straight away, without even having to think, “I took a few photos of her, and a couple of videos too if you want to see them.”

His eyes widened at your offer, “that shouldn’t even be a question, of course, I want to see them, your sister makes cute babies after all.”

A chuckle came from you as you reached into the back pocket of your trousers, pulling your phone out. You quickly loaded up your album of photos too, scrolling back a little way to the start of the many photos you had taken of your niece throughout the night.

“I just can’t get enough of her eyes,” you spoke up as you loaded the first photo, “sometimes I just think she knows exactly where the camera is too.”

Taehyung smiled across at you, admiring the pride in your voice as you spoke, “maybe she’ll take after me and be a celebrity, wouldn’t that be pretty cool?”

“You’d like it,” you corrected, “me and Y/S/N already know you’ll teach her to sing.”

Although she wasn’t Taehyung’s niece by blood, she was as good as. He doted on her, constantly, never showing up at your sister’s house without a gift, and making sure that when you took her out, she had everything that she needed and more, just to be on the safe side.

“I can’t believe how big she’s getting,” you commented, moving onto the next photo.

“She’s still adorable,” Taehyung added with a tiny giggle.

Your expression softened as you continued to move through, “this is the baby grow that we bought when she was born, do you remember?”

He couldn’t believe it as you zoomed in to show him the item of clothing that your niece was wearing, the item that was far too big for her when she was first born just a few months ago.

It scared both of you at times how quickly your niece was beginning to grow, the little baby that she was when your sister first brought her home was slowly disappearing, becoming more and more independent each time you saw her.

You both loved being able to dote on her, do everything for her, but as she began to crawl around and move around the house on her own, the two of you hated not having to hold her.

Taehyung especially hated how much she was growing, he loved babies, and your niece was definitely a baby he was protective of. The thought of her growing, meeting boys, standing on her own two feet was terrifying for him.

“You know one thing she still has, her feet are tiny,” you laughed as you found a photo that you took zoomed in on just her feet.

“Do you think they’ll ever grow,” Taehyung laughed as he studied the photo, noticing no change since the last time that he saw her.

With his schedule so busy, it had been a couple of weeks since he had last saw her, having to leave you alone to babysit for the afternoon. Even in such a short period of time, it seemed like she had changed too much, far too much for him to cope with.

If he had it his way, he would drop his work in an instant to be able to spend some time with your niece and watch her grow up as much as he possibly could. Your family adored Taehyung, especially your sister too, they were more than happy to have him over whenever, especially when he took your niece out of their hands for a while.

“I can’t wait for her to start talking,” Taehyung suddenly whispered in the middle of one of the videos you had taken of her, hearing her babbling constantly as you spoke.

“You can’t wait for her to sing,” you clarified once again, knowing exactly what he wanted from your niece. “Y/S/N says it won’t be long until she can stand, so it won’t be long until you can start teaching her how to dance too.”

His eyes rolled at the predictions you had for him, “I would never teach her how to dance, I would drag Jimin along to teach her to dance instead.”

“I can’t believe you’ve already decided that our niece will be an idol,” you chuckled.

Taehyung nudged gently into your side, “Y/N, with such gorgeous eyes and such a bright personality, I can tell that she’s destined for stardom.”

“Is that what your parents said about you?” You teased.

You already knew the story of Taehyung’s childhood, how his parents knew that he was going to go into music, but they never expected him to be an idol. His parents might have missed that side of him, but he was never going to miss the chance to help your niece make it.

“Whatever she’ll be, we’ll all be very proud of her,” you acknowledged, “but at six months old, I don’t think she’ll be making her mind up for quite some time just yet.”

“Just remember that it was my song that helped her sleep a couple of weeks ago,” Taehyung reminded you, as once again your eyes rolled. “All I’m saying is that it’s obvious that she must have a bit of a thing for music, that’s why Butterfly put her to sleep.”

“Or maybe she thought it was so bad that going to sleep would be the only way to turn it off,” you joked, feeling a hand tickle tightly against your waist in reply.

Taehyung pouted down at you as you placed your phone to one side, “I already know Y/S/N likes my music, I’ve seen the smile on her face.”

“She’s a baby, she’ll laugh at everything,” you joked.

“Y/S/N and I, we’ve got a connection, I know she knows really.”

---

Masterlist

[cryoaquila]

oblivious love

prompt - kaeya confronts you on your obliviousness to his and your own feelings.

pairing - kaeya x gn!reader

tags - smut, coworkers, dom!kaeya, oblivious!reader, wall fucking, teasing, slight exhibition, strong language, light possessiveness. 

wc - ~3.7k

a/n - i went a little extra on this request ha.

nsfw content under the cut. +18 only. minors dni.

you let out a sigh as you shuffle through papers, placing them in their correct bins on your desk. you eye the clock, wondering when your next break was so you could go chat with your coworkers - well, more like one specific coworker. you hum dreamily, resting your chin in your hands as you think about him working hard at his desk. your dream, however, shatters as you hear the doorknob to your office turn. you frantically sit up straight and throw a couple papers in front of you to try to seem like you were doing work. upon seeing your coworker - the one you were imagining only a moment ago, kaeya - enter into your office room causes you to relax. his appearance makes you smile, suddenly the boredom that was gnawing at you was replaced by joy. “oh, kaeya!” you exclaim as he quietly closes the door, “i was just thinking about you.”

“oh, really?” he asks in a chill voice that sends a shiver through your spine.

“why, yes. i was thinking about how you’ll brighten my day up when i get to go see you on my break but looks like i don’t have to wait that long now. so, what can i do for you?” you ask him cheerfully.

"you can answer some questions.” he let go of the doorknob, turning to face you. his expression causes you to become confused - was he angry? upset? you couldn’t quite tell.

your brows furrow as you stand from your desk, “questions? what?” you sigh, bringing a hand up to run your fingers through your hair upon feeling a headache coming on, “did something happen? am i in trouble with the boss-”

“out of everyone in the office, you spend the most time with me, and i’ve been wondering what the reason for that is. i mean, you did just say i brighten your day, but why only me?” kaeya cuts you off with a question of his own.

you pause and cross your arms around you, feeling even more confused than before - this was quite a personal question and had nothing to do with work even though you both were currently on the clock, why would he ask such a thing? “because we get along so well.” you respond with a simple answer, not certain what he was searching for.

he purses his lips as his ice-blue eyes narrow, “oh really? is that really it?”

“of course,” you begin walking over to him, “kaeya what is this-”

he holds up a hand to signal for you to stop, “and when you help me with my work, what is that?”

you chuckle at the sudden bombardment of random-seeming questions, “that’s what colleagues do.”

“see, i thought that, too.” he took a step toward you as you tilt your head curiously at him, “but i noticed you never help anyone else unless they specifically ask you, and even then you only help them with the bare minimum. for me, well, you seem to not care if your whole day is taken up by aiding me with my work. sometimes that gets you in trouble with our boss but, it doesn’t matter to you, does it? as long as you’re spending the time with me... a little trouble is worth it, is it not?”

your mind rushes with thoughts. it was true, you specifically went to him whenever you had the chance, even when he was working. sometimes, he’d be too busy to chat because he was bogged down with work so you’d help him out with anything and everything just so you could spend some time with him undistracted. but that was because, out of everyone else, he was the only one you wanted to see and be around. “well, it’s because i enjoy your company more than anyone else’s in the office.” you conclude out loud.

“uh-huh” another step toward you, “alright, different question. when you compliment my looks, my attire, my hair, my body, is that just a part of you enjoying my company? i mean,” he snickers, “you only do it every single day.” 

you laugh awkwardly, the absurdity of whatever he was digging at causing you to wonder what his motive was, “i really don’t understand what this interrogation is.” you say, not willing to answer his previous question for, truthfully, you didn’t really have an answer for him. with that, he takes another step toward you, leaning a hand against the wall behind you, getting close to your face, his eyes looking you up and down. admittedly, being this close to him, you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. “u-um, k-kae... what are you...?”

“and see? your face is becoming red, your words jumbling together, and you’re stammering; whenever i get close to you, you get like this. i mean, i’m not complaining, it’s very cute,” you avert your gaze as he compliments your expression, feeling overwhelmed suddenly by his closeness, his warmth, and your own warmth, “i just want to know the reason behind it is all.” he finishes his sentence with a smile.

"i um... sorry, i don’t understand...” you ask again, oblivious to whatever he was trying to get at.

the tip of his nose touches yours, his breath hot against your face, his eyes stern and smile gone, “then i’ll just get to the point. you have feelings for me, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

it took you a second to process what he had said, staring at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. “s-sweetheart? f-feelings? ah, for you!? um...” you stutter by the direct question. your mouth hangs agape as you finally understand what his expression was before - lust had blanketed his eyes, his expression, even his voice. was it... lust for you?

“admittedly, i’ve been trying to figure it out for a while, your actions, your reactions, your flirts, it’s all very flattering and i do enjoy them quite a lot, but... i’d like more than just words and longing looks. thus i confronted you, but... it seems you didn’t even realize your own feelings.”

“f-flirts?” you mutter, “have i been flirting with you?” you thought about your past compliments and questions you’ve asked him - things like wanting to feel his muscles, asking if he was with someone, spending the entirety of your break time chatting with him because he made you feel all warm inside and... your hair began to bristle upon your own realization and you had to stop yourself from facepalming.

kaeya was also deep in thought, a silence befalling the two of you. finally, he broke the silence with a confession, “indeed, you’ve been flirting with me as much as i’ve been flirting with you.”

“huh? you’ve been flirting with me?” each revelation made your head spin. your thoughts quickly change from thinking about your own apparent past flirts to wondering when he had flirted with you.

“of course,” he interrupts your thoughts before you can figure it out, “as soon as my eyes laid upon you, i couldn’t help myself for you were so beautiful that i wanted to see if there was even a chance of getting with you... and now i find myself in such a situation again where i just can’t help myself. i want you.”

“you want me?” you wonder out loud before adding, “i just thought you acted like that to everyone, you know, just that you were overtly friendly and playful to everyone.”

he chuckles, “flirting with everyone, hm? i guess i enjoy some playful banter in conversations from time to time, but that’s where they stopped... except with you. i just kept wanting more of you.”

your face felt so hot, almost as if you were running a fever. those times he complimented your clothes down to the smallest detail and accessory, that one time when you asked him if he was with someone and he asked you right back the same question, and the times he suggested the two of you hang out after work and get some dinner or drinks or catch a movie... he was genuinely flirting with you instead of just his normal playful banter. “i... can see now that i was... flirting with you,” you admit to him before quickly adding, “who wouldn’t though? you’re... you’re hot.” you laugh nervously, such an addition to your sentence sounded far better in your head than out loud and you regretted saying it entirely.

although he seemingly enjoyed your little awkward confession, “so, you admit it to me and yourself, that you have feelings for me.”

“i-i just, i like being around you-”

“and?” he asks, trying to lead you to a conclusion.

“and i think...” you scratch the back of your head, “i mean, of course, i want to continue being around or... with? you? um...”

“because you have feelings for me.” he repeats once again, “does that mean you wish to be with me and that you want me?” a mischievous smirk curls onto his lips.

“i mean, um, ah, hah hah...” you shake your head, even though you didn’t want to, “we’re coworkers, we can’t have feelings for each other or relationships or-”

“is that what’s stopping you?” he scoffs, “is that why you’ve been so oblivious to both our feelings? just because of some stupid office rule?”

“i mean, sort of, yeah. do you really want to be with me?” you question, still quite unsure of your own feelings and afraid of losing your job.

“of course, why wouldn’t i? would a kiss help you realize?” he asks.

you can’t help but chuckle at his request, “a kiss? that sounds so cliché, but...” you glance between his lips and eyes, “if you believe it will help me decide then... kiss away.”

as soon as you agree, he catches your lips in his own with a resolve to help you understand your feelings for him. the kiss was sweeter and softer than you had imagined it to be, and thus causes you plenty of feelings that you were expecting not to feel. that whole thing with the sparks flying and the fireworks bursting when you first kiss someone you’re meant to be with? well, you know they’re real now. he breaks the kiss and you bite the bottom of your lip, wanting the taste feel of his mouth against your lips to stay forever. he looks at you, his expression in his eyes unchanged from before, but a cute blush was now showing on his cheeks.

“i...” you slightly nod, not wanting to give away how amazing that kiss was for you as there were a few things that you were still apprehensive about. “i did like the kiss, it felt... good...”

“but?”

“but... i dunno, it’s just, i’m worried about work and i’m worried that this isn’t... real... from... you...” you sigh, knowing that sounded quite rude, but your brain was in shambles and you were just trying to understand everything yourself. you only just realized you had been falling for him since the day you began working here, and him liking you too? well, you could barely believe it.

he interrupts your thinking, “you’re still worried? hm, this is quite a difficult situation... maybe if we took things further. at least, it’d be less of a cliché than a kiss suddenly helping you realize yours and my feelings.” there was a glint in his eye as he asks unapologetically - the worst you could say was no, and he’d leave it at that.

“further? wait, you don’t mean...” you laugh again nervously, your heart beating fast at such a request, “further, further... ah, sex, you mean, like, here, now? with me? you want to with me?” you place a hand on your chest, “like me-me?” 

“only if you want to, and if you feel nothing, if you want to stop, then we stop and nothing will come of this. but if you’re worried about me being genuine, well, i will show you how genuine i am being and i’ll show you why being with me is better than any silly office rule,” he promises you, his voice seductively smooth like silk.

“i um... i mean...” you stammer, “uh, being with someone like you, you know, hot... you’re... hot, heh, is what i mean, um... would be... fun...” the heat was getting to you - it literally felt as if your brain was melting and you were making less sense than before.

“is that a yes to sex?” he cuts straight to the point and asks decisively for your consent.

you blink, thinking for a moment, collecting your own racing thoughts before nodding, “well, yes. yes, it is,” you confirm. 

with that, he brings his lips to yours for a far more passionate kiss than before, his tongue piercing into your mouth and you groan against his lips at the sudden intrusion. after a few seconds of making out, his hands slip across your body, feeling you up, unashamed of exploring even your most sensitive areas; which you didn’t mind at all and even encouraged, adjusting in ways to make it easier for him to lightly trace his long, thin fingers across your body. you lean forward, into him, allowing his hands to slip to your ass where he gently squeezes. you feel his cock hardening in his pants against your groin, and he gently thrusts his hips forward into your clothed genitalia, dry humping as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. his breaks the kiss and instead begins nibbling on the side of your neck as his hands reach under your shirt, playing with your stiffening nipples, rolling them around his thumb and forefinger, pinching whenever he wants to hear a squeal from you. soon, the foreplay led to clothes being stripped and the preparations for his cock began. he held your leg up, as far as it would stretch, supporting it with his forearm as one of his fingers enters inside you. he watches your reaction, hesitant at first, making sure he wasn’t hurting you. when you let out a gentle moan of approval, he began pushing in and out, letting your body get used to the feeling of the digit before adding more. the slight discomfort of more than one finger causes you to flinch and, upon seeing your reaction, he quickly stops his movements and begins kissing you once more, waiting for the discomfort to turn to pleasure before beginning to move once again. the preparations were slow and steady, and he made certain that you would be as ready as you could be for his member.

once he deems your hole as ready, he picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your back barely grazes the wall behind. he lines up his cock and you feel the head touching your entrance, smearing a little precum against you. a short whine comes out of your mouth as you squirm impatiently. once he’s made sure you’re secure in his arms, he slides inside you and you bring your hands to your mouth, muffling the groan you let out as you feel his large cock pressing into you, spreading you wider than any fingers could. he lets out a pleasurable sigh as he pushes all the way in, and you hope that no one outside your office will hear the dirty noises the two of you were about to produce. you press against the back of his head, bringing his face into your chest as you nestle your nose in his soft hair, letting out heavy, lustful breaths as, slowly, your body begins to relax around him. once he feels you start to loosen, he slides his cock out a little before rocking his hips forward, pushing his dick back inside you, starting the pace off nice and slow. the movements cause both your bodies to rock together in unison.

“kae-mm...” you moan from the cock pressing into you and he glances at you, your eyes a little teary from the pleasure. you tighten your thighs around his waist, consequently tightening your walls and he gives you a little smirk from the pleasurable feeling. you bring your hands down from cupping your mouth and onto his toned chest, tracing your fingers across his pecs, feeling the warmth of his skin and his heartbeat which began to quicken even further as he picks the speed up.

“does it feel good or do you want me to stop?”

“don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you beg before gasping, biting your lip, your voice much louder than what you meant for it to be.

he chuckles, “oh? looks like that obliviousness that you were dealing with before is long gone.” much to your dismay and going against your requests, he stops his thrusts, causing you to whimper. your hole tightens around him, wanting him to continue. “now, now, let’s ask again,” he says in such a calm tone that one would have a difficult time believing he currently had his dick stuffed within you, “do you believe i have genuine feelings for you?” 

“y-yes! i do believe, i do, idoidoidopleasekaeya...” you whisper so quickly that your words slur together.

“good, good. now then, you want me, don’t you? in your life, with you, dating you, loving you, fucking you - despite work rules?” he teases, a little grin gracing his lips, wanting to hear you sing his praises and beg for him all the same.

“you know i do!” you snap before clearing your throat, hushing your own tone, “i want you so badly, even if work says no... i don’t care! now c-continue... continue fucking me! even though i know now that i’ve had feelings for you for so so so long, don’t stop! i want to finish with you-” your begging was cut off as he nearly brings his cock entirely out of you before slamming back inside you just like you asked. you throw you head back, shuddering out a soft “yes!” as he continues screwing you.

“you’re begging is adorable, i love it as much as i love you.” his teasing, his own uneven breaths, and his cock sliding in and out of you was quickly causing your body to feel hot all over. to be dominated and pounded into in such a powerful way was incredibly sensual, your sloppy hole taking him with ease, wanting the continuous pleasure as he begins speeding up, jostling you up and down, your back rubbing against the wall as your fingers trace his tense muscles. your mouth contorted, teeth-gritting, nails digging into his skin, toes curling as you try everything in your power to not scream with each of his thrusts, instead muffled mewls and whimpers were all that escaped your lips, much to his disappointment. 

“i want to hear you.” he leans his head forward to whisper into your ear, “i’ll thrust harder if you don’t let me hear you.”

“ahh-” you moan softly at his words, “but our coworkers-” 

“stop worrying about work, focus on us. if it really bothers you then know that their own rooms are so far from here that they won’t hear any soft, cute moans or the occasional scream. i swear to you, they don’t deserve to hear any of it anyways. i want to hear it for my ears only.”

your shoulders relax upon hearing this, and you start allowing unadulterated moans to echo throughout the room with each thrust of his hips. “there we go, i want to hear such wonderful noises.” he mutters before nibbling on your ear. he gets what he wants as he thrusts dirtier and louder moans out of you.

even though you gave him what he wanted it seemed like it wasn’t enough, as each thrust was harder and quicker than the last, almost like he was trying to get you to scream. and, once again, he thrusts the screams from you - one particular scream of his name escaping your lips causes him to hiss as he pushes your back completely against the wall; now it felt as if you were sliding down onto his dick as he thrusts within you, never letting you go a second without his cock buried within you. the fucking became a rough mess of liquids and skin slapping against skin, your own louder moans and occasional scream mixing with his soft groans and cocky huffs. you feel your liquids coating his cock as you were on the edge of cumming, his member throbbing inside you, threatening to release at any moment.

without warning, he smashes his lips into yours in a heated make-out session, tongues swirling around each other. he breaks the kiss, mouth slightly open, lips rubbing against your own from his movements, and you glance into his half-lidded lust-filled eyes. suddenly, one of his eyes closed tightly, his breath hitching in his throat as you feel his cock pump its seed deep inside you. the cum shooting inside you and his own cock shuddering as it finishes causes you to gasp and tighten and twitch before sending you to your own blissful orgasm, your whole body tensing around him as his thrusts become slower, the last of his cum dripping out and into your convulsing hole. after what seems like an eternity you relax limply in his arms, your orgasm fading, leaving your body fatigued.

you both stay there as a minute or so passes. exhausted, slow gasps ringing from both your mouths, his arms still somehow holding you up without shaking. “so...” his voice was breathy and raspy, “do you know what you want or should we go another round just to be sure?” 

you shake your head no with a tired laugh, “i want you. i love you.” he presses his lips to yours for a loving little kiss. “kaeya...” you mutter against his lips.

“mhm?” he mumbles back.

“i don’t think i can walk...” you admit to him, your legs feeling shaky from the dirty actions you two had just participated in.

“hm, no worries, i’ll carry you back to your desk, and when work is done i’ll carry you home, and back to your bed, but the activities we will do later might not allow them to recover for some time.”

“heh, don’t worry, i have plenty of sick days saved up...”

[silver-tongued-bby]

Devotion - Part I

Pairing: Dark!Loki x Nun!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dark!Loki fic and it explores sexual and dark religious (catholic) themes, including mind control (paralysis), loss of faith, oral sex (m and f receiving), loss of virginity, knife play, blood play, dirty talk, a dom/sub relationship, and general blasphemy. Read at your own risk!!

Words: 3,668

Summary: You chose to devout yourself to God. But did you choose the right one?

A/N: If there is a hell, I think I'll be going straight to it for this one. Please remember this is a work of fiction- if you take issue with the themes mentioned above, please do not interact.

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It was late when you finished your prayers- much later than usual. You’d stayed by the chancel, kneeling on the soft velvet of the hassock well beyond the sunset, your Sisters excusing themselves one by one. The votive candles were mostly out by the time you stood on shaky legs, the feeling slowly coming back to them as you extinguished the remaining flames.

You sighed, hoping that the twelve hours of prayer today would be enough to rid yourself of the dream. Walking behind the altar, you turned off the lights. Things were still somewhat illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight coming through the stained glass.

Moving back around the altar towards the nave you stopped, seeing the outline of a figure before you, your heartbeat in your ears as you held a palm to your chest. You tilted your head, blinking furiously in the darkness, attempting to make sense of the form. It looked like a person- a man, standing by the open doors. Must be a trick of the light, you thought as you squinted in an attempt to make out the tall shadow.

Sighing, you gingerly stepped down the altar’s carpeted stairs to slowly approach the form, keeping your eyes on it. Suddenly, you stopped, the hairs standing on end at the back of your neck. This was how the dream started. A figure- a dark figure is what you’d see before it would float towards you, wrapping you up in its darkness and consuming you whole. You’d wake gasping for air, your eyes wet with tears.

You took a deep breath, chastising yourself for your foolishness. You were awake, and the dark mass in front of you was likely a shadow from outside, or the coat rack, or the monstrance- Sister Anne always left the monstrance out after she buffed it.

Shaking your head, you stepped down onto the cold stone floor. Then you thought you saw the figure move. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears as you stopped once more, trying to make out the shapes in the shadow. You attempted to calm yourself down- you were awake, this wasn’t a dream. Besides, in the dream you always heard that laugh- the dark, velvety laugh ringing out in the silence. There was no laugh now.

You pinched yourself for good measure, nodding when you felt the pain, ensuring that this was not a dream. Huffing, you decided to speed-walk down the nave, your steps ringing out as you approached the shadow.

You were about four paces away when you finally saw the glint of two eyes in the moonlight. You gasped and scrambled backwards, the figure before you now clear.

“At last.” A voice- the voice from your dream. It was deep, dark velvet ringing out through the silence. A sliver of moonlight was hitting two green eyes, illuminating pale skin and a dark brow. You could see the inky, black hair that fell around his face in waves.

You were stunned, and wanted so desperately to turn and run but you couldn’t bring your body to move. You opened your mouth to scream but no sound came out, just like the dream. You began reciting The Apostles Creed in your mind, attempting to calm yourself and awake from whatever this was.

The familiar deep chuckle hit your ears. “Your prayer falls on deaf ears, little one. As they always have.” He stepped closer, then slowly circled your paralysed form.

Undeterred, you kept praying, shouting each word within your mind at the presence before you.

A hand came to grip your face firmly, long fingers digging into your delicate skin. “No more of that, little one.” With that, your thoughts were silenced. Held in place like the rest of you.

Your breath was loud against the silence, shaky puffs coming in and out as the entity observed you. You were struck by the beauty of this presence, his chiseled face more breathtaking than the paintings of Christ. He stood tall, before you, lithe figure covered in a crisp black suit.

“Your god has long since abandoned you. All of you, worshipping an entity who simply flicked the switch to humanity, who left once the beginnings had been set in motion.” He let his hand fall from your face and circled you once more.

“Yet you continue to pray, to worship, to adore him. And this Jesus Christ you vow yourself to,” he laughed pitifully, “a mortal. Long gone.”

“So much work, so much devotion, to an absent god. A god who cannot solve your problems, empower you, or answer your prayers.” He stopped in front of you and reached to pull at the veil covering your head, letting it drop to the floor. Tears were welling up in your eyes, obscuring your vision.

“Beautiful,” he breathed against your ear, “what god would ask for such beauty to be hidden away, like a dirty, little secret? What god would tell their most devout followers to vow themselves to never be touched,” he lightly traced your cheekbone with his knuckle, “be pleasured by another?”

His eyes searched yours for a moment, and you felt the hold on you release. “You may answer,” he watched you as you blinked and shivered, a tear falling down either of your heated cheeks.

“You can’t know that- that He isn’t with us,” you frowned at him, your voice small.

He gave you a pitying look, his head tilting slightly. “Oh but I do, little one. And so do you.” He clasped his hands behind his back, regarding you darkly. “You prayed to your god for twelve hours this day, ten hours each day before. I heard you. I watched you.”

Your eyes widened. How could he have known? How long has he been watching you?

“A long time, little one. I heard you praying to your god to take away the dream I sent you. The dream foretelling you of my arrival.” He circled you again, leaning in to speak close- so close to your ear. You shivered. He could read your thoughts.

His mouth quirked upwards in acknowledgement before he continued. “If your god is with you, why did he not answer your prayers and protect you from me?”

“I- He must be testing me,” you said, the tears still falling.

“If your god is here with us, why is he not striking me down for standing on his ground? Speaking such blasphemy, in his own house?”

“I- I don’t know,” you said, a quiet sob shaking you. You felt alone, scared, and lost. If He was not with you, how could you carry on devoting yourself to Him? Was any of this His will? Or were all the rituals, the sacraments, fabricated by man?

You’d been having doubts for a while- since the dreams started. Instead of opening up to your sisters about it you held your tongue. Saying it out loud would have made it all so real. As it is now.

“Hush now, little one. Tears won’t do a thing.” He touched under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

You felt defeated and betrayed by the cause you’d so devoted yourself to. Pointless. What were you to do now? Without your faith you had nothing, no one.

“You started down the wrong path.” His eyes were locked with yours, a glint of something beneath the blue-green. “I can help you correct it. Worship me, and I’ll hear your prayers. Devote yourself to me, and I’ll answer them. Adore me,” he brushed his finger tips across your lips, “and I’ll empower you.”

You felt a thrill with his words, his actions, and his darkening stare. “What must I do?” You asked, your heart racing.

“Get on your knees.”

You knelt in front of him, bowing your head to his towering form, your hands clasped together in your lap.

“Eyes on me. Always.” He said, and you brought your face up to meet his stare. Before you were fully aware of what was happening he’d taken himself out, his hardened member before you.

Your eyes widened at it- you’d never seen a phallus up close in person. The vow you took promised yourself to your lord. You weren’t even supposed to touch a man, and had stuck to that for the majority of your life. You were nervous, unsure of what to do, how to please this dark entity before you. You also realised you’d never even asked him his name.

He chuckled darkly. “I am known to many as Loki, but you may call me Master. Now, bring yourself closer to me.” You leant forward. “Good. Open your mouth, little one.”

You did as you were told and he laid his thick member over your tongue, the taste of his skin salty, his heady scent enveloping you.

“Use your lips and tongue to worship me. Show me your devotion,” he angled his hips forward so more of his length filled your mouth.

You kept your eyes on his as you started to run your tongue along him, pursing your lips slightly. You took him deeper until he hit the back of your throat, which made you gag, tears springing to your eyes.

“Relax, little one. Breathe through your nose,” you did as you were told, consciously relaxing the muscle at the back of your throat. You found you could take him further, more of him pressing into you as your saliva dribbled around your lips.

“Good,” his voice sounded deeper, a small edge to it. He grasped your head, his nails lightly scraping against your scalp, bringing a little hum from you at the sensation. He twitched at that, and you took note, humming and groaning around him as he began to move you back and forth over his length.

His lips were apart as he moved you over him, his eyes running over your features. The lustful approval of his gaze made your heart flutter, and your core ache. You were so pleased to serve him, to have a God you could so tangibly show your devotion to. You wanted him to use you, use your body and soul for his pleasure.

He grunted, teeth clenched as his grip against your scalp became harsher. His hips stuttered and he groaned, his warm essence spilling into your mouth and down your throat. You were filled with pride to receive his seed, eagerly swallowing and revelling in the taste. You cleaned him off, his length remaining hard as he watched you work below him.

“Very good, little one.” He removed his hands from your scalp, gently brushing the hollows of your cheeks as you continued to suck his length. “What do you say after such a gift?” He asked.

You let him fall from your mouth, licking your lips. “Thank you, Master.” You said breathlessly.

He nodded at you in approval then motioned you to stand from the cool stone floors. You stood on shaky legs and he held up one hand, palm upwards. You tentatively put your hand in his and he gripped it lightly as he guided you towards the altar.

Once up the steps, he turned to you and in a flash of green he held a dagger. He hooked the blade into your tunic, tearing the fabric as he brought it downwards. The linen opened to expose the virginal white of your underwear. He pushed the cloth off your shoulders, letting the tunic fall to the ground. He did the same with your underwear, tearing the soft white fabric of your bra and panties to shreds, leaving you naked before the altar. He flipped the knife in his hand, catching it before disappearing it in another flash of green.

“Present yourself to me,” his eyes were busy running over your exposed skin.

“Yes Master,” you said, moving up against the altar before settling upon it and spreading your legs, exposing yourself to the cool air. You laid back, looking up at him from heavy-lidded eyes. Remembering all the times you’d prayed staring up at this altar made you ache for your new Master, needing him to feel your worship.

“So wet and needy for me,” he brushed a knuckle over your heat, forcing a shudder from you. “Though since it’s your first time, I will ready your body to take me.”

“Thank you Master,” you said again, resting on your elbow so you could maintain his gaze.

He smirked at you and bent a knee to bring his face closer to your heat. Your muscles twitched in anticipation as he lowered his gaze to your wet heat, his hands sliding up from your calves to your thighs, stopping so they could grip your tightly.

“Have you ever been touched here by another, little one? Kissed?” He asked, his breath ghosting over your heat.

You swallowed, shaking your head. “No, Master. N-never.”

“So pure,” his eyes ran over you before capturing your gaze once more. “Have you ever touched yourself here?”

You cast your eyes downwards, “yes, Master.” You whispered, feeling shame bubble within you, your face hot.

His hands tightened around your thighs. “Look at me,” he commanded, and you quickly met his gaze. “Never feel ashamed for taking your pleasure. Worship me through it. Give into your pleasure, give into me.” He licked a slow stripe up your folds, and you cried out, your back arching against the hard wood of the altar.

From the angle of your gaze you could see the crucifix, inverted at your position. Blinking your eyes up at the sculpture of Christ, you felt your Master’s tongue swirl over your bundle of nerves and you moaned, still gazing up at the crucifix, as if you were expecting it to come to life.

You heard a low chuckle. “I told you. He’s long gone, little one.” Your brow furrowed- you still felt your Master’s tongue over your centre, hot and wet. How could you hear him?

“Look at me,” you heard his voice once more and pulled yourself up on your elbows to meet his icy gaze as he dipped a finger within you, causing you to shudder. “Do not question. Surrender,” he curled the finger on a spot that had you seeing stars, “surrender to me.”

You nodded, licking your dry lips as you panted. You were close. His hand was pressing hard into your thigh, while the other was quickly moving in and out of you, his tongue moving in tandem. “Let me feel your euphoria, little one. Let me drink it from your very soul.”

It was all so much, the feel of his fingers within you, the flick of his tongue against your most sensitive part. You were lightly moaning, the sound of your voice and his ministrations echoing off the stone of the church. His eyes were cold steel, demanding your gaze as he steadily stoked the fire within you, the flames licking at your skin.

“Oh! Oh my…” you trailed off, “God.” He finished darkly, and you came undone, writhing against the altar. As you rode out the waves of your high you whispered, “thank you Master,” over and over in prayer, your eyes slipping to those of blue-green below.

“Very good, little one. You’re ready to take me now. To feel me deep within you.” He pulled his fingers from you and stood, eyes roaming over your naked form. He ran one finger, wet with your excitement down from the hollow of your throat to the soft tufts of hair between your legs and you shivered, the cool air kissing the trail he’d left.

Smirking down at you he gripped himself, coming closer to run the head of his length up against your dripping core. You inhaled sharply, your hand gripping the wood of the altar below.

“You were built for worship. Body and soul,” he spoke, his voice rough. He slowly pushed in an inch, your channel tight around him. You squirmed, feeling a sharp pain as he continued to push in.

“Relax. Deep breath, little one.” You did as you were told, filling your lungs with air and he slid the rest of the way in on your exhale. The pain turned sharper still, and you whined, your breaths quick and pained.

“That’s it. Don’t cry,” he brushed a stray tear from your cheek. “It will feel better soon. But I need you to feel the pain. I need you to feel me stretch you, to feel me break you.” His eyes went to the skin where your bodies met, where he was stretching you, holding still while you desperately tried to relax your muscles, your nails digging into the wood of the altar.

He brought his hand down, swiping around your folds. Bringing his fingers before you, you could see they were wet with slick and bright red with your blood. He brought his fingers to your lips and swiped them over your tender skin. He bent to kiss you, his tongue running along your lips. He hummed at the taste before kissing you deeply, the metallic-tinged taste lingering in your mouth.

He started to move his hips, pulling back out of you before coming forward. Your back arched, the pain mingling with some deep sort of pleasure as he began setting a pace. He moved to whisper foreign words over the shell of your ear.

You felt a warmth wash over you, the pain slipping away with it, leaving the pleasure. He came away from you, standing back up to his full height as he looked at you, his head tilted. “Does that feel better, little one?”

“Yes, Master,” you moaned, your hips moving in time with his thrusts. His hands gripped either side of your waist, long fingers pressing into the skin as he continued to move with you.

“That’s it little one, worship me as I fuck you. Worship me as I taint you.” He continued to thrust into you, the stained glass windows of the church framing his dark figure. He gave a little flick with his fingers in the air and you felt a pressure on you- similar to finger tips, gently rubbing at your clitoris. You cried out, and he bent forward to clasp his fingers over your wrists, pulling them upwards to hold them firmly on the altar over your head as he continued to thrust within you.

You were writhing against him, the soft, woven material of his suit rubbing up against your sensitive skin, the phantom touch still continuing below. He was grinning at you, the glint in his eyes that of pure sin as he watched you lose control. You came fully undone beneath him, giving in to the pleasure he was wringing from your body, every nerve alit with it. Your vision blurred slightly but you kept your eyes open, his smirk taunting you as you came thanking him at the top of your lungs.

The touch below had continued as you rode out your orgasm, coming back in full force once your breath settled. He moved to grip your wrists with one hand, the other coming to firmly grasp your jaw, pushing your face to the side. You felt his tongue against the shell of your ear and you cried out at the sensation. He chuckled lowly before taking your earlobe between his teeth, marring the flesh then running his tongue over the heated skin. Your breaths were quick puffs, your chest rising against his as he continued to nip, bite and lick at your skin.

“You will cum once more, little one. Cum for your Master and I will reward you,” he nipped at your earlobe once more, “I’ll fill you little one. Would you like that?” His voice was divine, the dark tone of it bending you to his every will.

“Y-yes please, Master, please fill me,” you stuttered, your hips arching towards his thrusts, angling you slightly off the altar.

He chuckled once more, “good. Now, little one,” he licked the skin beneath your earlobe, “cum now.” With that he bit you- you could feel his teeth break the skin of your neck as you moaned, the pain mingling with the pleasure sharply bringing your release. The pleasure electrified you, you couldn’t keep your body still as it fully overtook your every sense, clouding your vision.

As if it were far away you heard your Master moan. His muscles tensed against you, and you felt him twitch within you. As your breath returned he pulled out of you, stepping backwards to admire your form.

He smirked and brought two fingers to your dripping hole, swirling them in the wet there. Removing them, he traced a line down your chest in the slick, forcing a shudder from you.

He connected the vertical line with one horizontal, painting a cross over your breasts. You flinched when his fingers skimmed across your nipples, your body still overstimulated.

“Perfect,” he breathed, his hand moving to close his trousers.

His eyes falling back to you, he held a hand out towards you. You took it and he guided you to stand, the cum dripping down the insides of your thigh.

He snapped his fingers and suddenly you were clothed in a tight fitting tunic, the neckline low and the colour a rich emerald green. A golden pendant hung between your breasts, a small, detailed snake on the end with emeralds for eyes. You could still feel the cold wet slick on your chest and between your legs- he hadn’t given you any underwear. “That will do,” he nodded, “very fitting of a high priestess.”

He swiftly turned on his heel, heading down the steps and down the nave. Your heart beat loud and fast in your ears as you watched him walk away, unsure if he wanted you to follow. Stopping at the final pew he turned, long fingers of one hand beckoning you.

“Come along. You have work to do, little one.”

Part II here.

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in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right?  Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on. 

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt. 

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince. 

His father didn’t like that though. 

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer. 

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news. 

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away. 

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor. 

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan. 

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite. 

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment. 

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything. 

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises. 

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside. 

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time. 

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves. 

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this. 

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!”  He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite. 

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this. 

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him. 

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though. 

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both. 

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by. 

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though. 

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow. 

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are. 

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though. 

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.  

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though. 

“Tell me what sooner?” 

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.” 

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish. 

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though. 

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart. 

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air. 

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes. 

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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my arms will hold you

summary // you and bucky are having your first child. [established! bucky barnes x fem!reader]

words // 7.7K (wowza) 

warnings // pregnancy, birth, brief mention of religion, excessive use of the nickname pretty girl, depiction of labor, post endgame, post tfatws. steve didn’t go back in time but no other changes to endgame ending. i hate the word belly so it’s literally not used at all sorry, it’a majority fluff!

notes // this got away from me, it was supposed to be short lol check out the iconic song you’ll be in my heart by phil collins! from the tarzan soundtrack! i researched a lot for this so hopefully it makes sense & works well!!

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7 Weeks 

You hope they have his eyes. Bright, blue and sparkling. You stare down at the three tests before you, all clear and unambiguously positive. 

A laugh bubbles out of you, full of joy and absolutely thrilled as you think of how long you’ve been trying and waiting for this. How happy Bucky will be. How happy you are. 

You hear your front door open and close which immediately makes you pick up one of the positive tests. “Bucky!” You call out in pure excitement, unwilling to wait and tell him the news any other day. 

He barely has the chance to put his bag down before you’re jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips as his hands come up to grip your thighs and hold you up. 

“Pretty girl.” He laughs as you pepper kisses across his face. “What’s got you so happy? I was only gone for three days!” 

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s watching you with a bemused smile which makes you giggle. He has no idea of the test in your right hand or the other two sitting in your shared bathroom. 

“I’m pregnant.” You breathe out. His eyes trace over you as you bite down the smile threatening to break out on your face. You wrap an arm around his neck as you pull the hand holding the test in between the two of you. His eyes immediately snap to the test and you’re sure he can’t actually read it in this position, but you’re too excited to care. 

He shakes his head in shock. “You’re pregnant?” He asks softly. There was a happy lilt to his tone that lets you know his silence isn’t anger or nerves but just him struggling to figure out if this is real. 

You nod your head rapidly and can no longer hold back your smile. “Three tests. All of them say yes to there being a baby Barnes in eight or nine months.” 

His smile appears slowly, but it’s beautiful and bright as he gently places you back on your feet. “Fuck.” He laughs before pulling you into a kiss. 

It’s all smiles and one of the messiest kisses you’ve ever had, but definitely one of the best too. When he pulls back, he’s breathing heavily and he rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispers. 

His look is full of unadulterated love and affection, a look you’re sure you’re returning tenfold. “I love you more.” 

His hands move to your waist and he hoists you up again. “Not fucking possible, pretty girl.” He mumbles into your neck as he begins to press soft kisses to your skin. 

10 Weeks. 

Your foot is shaking anxiously on the edge of the exam table as your eyes filter around the room. You had been in this gynecologist office many times, but today you can’t help but feel anxious as you wait for your doctor. The nurse had already come in and done your pre-physical checks; Weight, blood pressure, and some questions. 

Bucky leans forward and wraps his hand around your ankle gently. “Relax, pretty girl.” He’s pulled up the guest chair so it’s next to you as you two wait. 

You chew on your nail nervously as you stare down at him. “What if I got your hopes up? What if it was a false positive?” You can’t help but feel like maybe you had jumped the gun in telling Bucky the day you had taken the test. 

Bucky’s hand moves up your leg until it’s resting right above your knee. “Then I’ll take you home and we’ll try again. I have no problem with trying for babies with you, pretty girl.” His hand slides further up and you laugh as you push it away. 

“Buck! I’m serious.” You groan. You hear footsteps outside your door and freeze before they fade away. “What if-“

“-Stop.” He says firmly. “I’m serious too. Then we try again. Maybe it’ll hurt for a while, but we'll get through it together.” He reaches up and pulls your hand away from your face before wrapping it in between both of his. “And I’m no doctor, but I’m sure three false positives is pretty rare.” 

Your heads snap up as the door opens and your doctor steps in along with a nurse. She turns to you both with a bright smile as the nurse shuts the door softly. 

“I hear somebody thinks they’re pregnant!” The nurse sits by the computer in the room as she comes to stand beside you. 

You nod slowly. “Me.” You shake your head in embarrassment. “Obviously. I’m the one with the vagina.” You flinch, but can’t stop the words from tumbling out. “I took three tests and they all came out positive. He says false positives are pretty rare, but he’s also not a doctor or scientist. He didn’t even go to college-“ You’re rambling on out of nerves. “Sorry. That came out wrong. I love you.” You say quickly glancing at Bucky before looking back at your doctor. 

Bucky laughs as she watches you with amused eyes. “He’s right though! False positives are far rarer than false negatives.” She pulls the stool towards your table and sits down next to you. 

You let out a deep breath. “That’s good to know.” Bucky squeezes your hand gently in a relax, I told you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barnes. I’m Dr. O.” She reaches her right hand across you, Bucky glances at you nervously before holding out his left hand to meet her. She doesn’t acknowledge the vibranium hand, just turns to look at you once the handshake is over. “I was so happy when my receptionist told me what your appointment was for, I know you two have been trying for awhile now.” 

“We’re just going to ask a few questions, then determine the best course of action for finding out if you're pregnant. Depending on how far along we think you are we’ll either do an ultrasound or blood test.” She explains as she leans away from you. 

You nod. “Sounds good.” It’s weird to have another person in the room besides your doctor and nurse, but Bucky’s presence is welcome. His hand in yours and thumb gently rubbing circles into your skin helps relax you as Dr. O talks. 

“Let’s start with when you took the tests.” She looks over to the nurse who nods, hands ready to take notes as you speak. 

You nod. “Around three weeks ago?” You look over at Bucky who nods. “We were out of town for a few days visiting a friend, so I booked the first appointment available after we got back.” 

“Where did you go?” She laughs when you furrow your brows at her question. “I’m sorry! I’m nosy.” 

You laugh gently at that. “Oh it’s fine! We went to Louisiana! One of Buck’s best friends is down there and we just love the area.” You explain. 

She nods. “What made you take the tests? Mention anything like a missed period, morning sickness, any other symptoms.” She explains. 

“I originally thought my period was late. I didn’t think anything of it until we reached the second month and then I realized it wasn’t late, I had missed two periods.” You explain as you think back to what made you get the tests that day. “But what really made me get the tests was I was planning on cooking for Buck, he was getting home from a work trip that day, and when I pulled out some of the ingredients I just felt so sick. It’s my favorite dish! The smell never bothers me, nothing in it bothers me, I was just so confused until I put two and two together and thought I should buy a test just to check.” You’re a little breathless as you finish and she’s nodding along as the computer keys clack away. 

“That sounds like you’re anywhere from nine to eleven weeks!” She stands up. “We can definitely try a transabdominal ultrasound. We should be able to get a clearer date and maybe even hear a heartbeat.” 

“Really?” You ask softly. You hadn’t expected to come in and hear or see your baby. You weren’t even sure if there was one. “We can… We can see the baby today?” 

“If your dates are correct, then yes!” She gives you an excited smile as she pulls the small machine towards your bedside. “Or we can do a blood test. It’s up to you.” 

“Oh, can we try the ultrasound? I would… That would make me feel better.” You admit, squeezing Bucky’s hand tightly. “Of course.” She agrees. 

Bucky pulls his hand away from its resting spot on your stomach, but doesn’t release his grip on you. You pull up your shirt with one hand as she and the nurse move around the room. “This will be cold. Try not to move around too much.” 

You flinch as the gel touches your stomach. “That is cold.” You murmur to Bucky as she pulls the wand towards you. He smiles up at you and it makes your cheeks warm. 

“Okay.” She hums as she moves the wand around your stomach. You wait with baited breath in hopes of hearing a heartbeat come through. Your grip on Bucky’s hand gets tighter and tighter as the seconds tick by, but he doesn’t say a word in complaint. 

Then there’s a loud thumping sound and Dr. O turns to you with a bright smile. “There we go! A nice, strong heartbeat.” She turns the screen so you and Bucky can see it clearly. 

You and Bucky look at each and it’s like everything has fallen into place.

Bucky Barnes had never allowed himself to dream of this life. A wife, a house of his own, a baby; Bucky Barnes had never imagined his own family. 

“Oh!” Both of your heads snap around the look at the doctor. “There’s two heartbeats.” She moves the wand around again and then there’s another steady thumping sound. “Baby A and Baby B.” She moves the wand back and forth so the two of you get a clearer picture. 

When you look back at Bucky his eyes are brimming with tears, but there's a smile on his face that makes your heart race. So big that his eyes crinkle and you’re positive his cheeks hurt, but it makes you smile too. 

“Twins.” You whisper to him. Everything else fades into the background as you two stare at each other. He nods and pulls your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss to it. “Twins.” He whispers back. 

“I’ll print out some photos for you two.” Dr. O says quietly. 

And… Bucky Barnes didn’t know if he still believed in God, but he would thank Him everyday for this miracle of a life he’s been granted. He would go through hell and back again if it meant he still got this life with you. 

16 Weeks

“Do you think it’s a boy and a girl? Two boys? Two girls?” Your now nursery is painted white with one forest green wall. Bucky is sitting on the floor in the middle of the room working on the matching cribs as you lean against the door jam. “Should we have waited until we were further in to start all this?” 

Bucky looks up at you and notices you chewing on the skin around your nail nervously as your eyes flicker around the half finished nursery. The walls had been painted when you had been gone for the day so you could stay away from the fumes. Bucky had started the cribs first, boxes of blankets, mattress pads and other small items were piled in the corner of the room. 

“I thought you wanted it to be a surprise.” He puts down the screwdriver in his hand to focus his full attention on you. “And your doctor said the first twelve weeks held the highest risk for anything happening.” 

You look down at him. “I know… I do want it to be a surprise… I just want to know what you think we’ll have. I think it’s boys.” You look down at your small, but there, bump. Your doctor had informed you that twins would most likely make gaining weight more likely and quicker than a single baby. You guess you just hadn’t expected the bump to show up so soon. 

You hear Bucky stand and watch as he stumbles over all the spread out pieces of the cribs. “Listen.” He tilts your chin up towards him. “I can’t promise you this will be perfect, but I can promise you I’ll be here every step of the way.” 

You reluctantly nod. Logically you knew he was right, you had taken all the necessary steps and precautions your doctor had suggested. You felt good, despite the uncomfortableness of growing two humans. “I know I’m being, like, anxious or whatever. I just… I want this so bad. I don’t know if I could survive if something happened.” You admit quietly, almost ashamed at the weight this feeling had left on your shoulders. 

“Pretty girl.” Bucky murmurs sadly. “If anything ever happened, I would be here every step of the way. You’ve got my heart. You’re my life.” He rubs reassuring hands up and down your arms. “And if you ever felt like you were too far gone, I’d be there to pull you back.” 

You feel your eyes tear as you look up at him. “Tell me what you think they’ll be. Boys. Girls.” You wrap your arms around his waist and step forward to rest your cheek against his chest. “Please.”

He wraps his arms around you in return and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we’re going to have girls.” He says softly, “And they’ll be beautiful like you. I hope they are. Your eyes, your hair, your pretty smile.” Bucky presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, you hum in response and he takes that as a hint to keep talking. “And smart like you too. I just want mini yous, pretty girl. If I could live my life surrounded by my girls, I would be content.” 

His soft words and the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear pressed against his chest has you calming immediately. You take a deep breath before pulling back to look at him. “I love you, Bucky. I am so lucky that you’re my husband.” 

You can feel Bucky’s laugh and it makes you smile. “Pretty girl, I’m the lucky one. I never thought I’d have this. Buying a house and building cribs and picking out baby clothes.” 

“Buck-'' You try to interrupt him, but he shakes his head and you shut your mouth. Instead you smile up at him softly as he continues speaking.

“I never thought I could be loved like this.” He leans down and gently nudges his nose against yours. You close your eyes and do the same. “But I’m so happy I have it.”

You have to admit, when Bucky Barnes had come into your life with harsh stares and an intimidating presence, you had never imagined this would be the life you would have with him. 

“I love you pretty girl.” He declares, voice strong and full of love, before dropping to his knees in front of you. You laugh as his hands land gently on your stomach. “And I love you, babies Barnes.” 

“Babies Barnes?” You ask with a small smile. “That’s what we’re calling them now?” 

Bucky looks up at you with a shining smile. “We’ll talk names later, I think Babies Barnes sounds good for now.” 

You rest one of your hands on his and run your other hand through his hair as he talks quietly to your stomach. “What about the Barnes Babies?” You murmur. “Sounds better.” 

20 Weeks 

“Bucky.” You call from your spot on the floor in the center of the nursery. You were in the middle of folding clothes. Most of the items were matching and you had been slowly but surely separating them out and into the two separate dressers. “Bucky!” You call again, raising your voice just a little more. 

There are heavy footsteps as Bucky rushes up the stairs. “What? What’s wrong?” He asks from the doorway while his eyes flicker around the room panicked. You feel a little guilty when you notice his shoulders relax at the sight of you fine on the floor. “Why are you down there?’ 

“I’m organizing the baby clothes.” You answer in a matter of fact tone. Bucky opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off already knowing what it’ll be. “I’m fine down here! I’m not in any more danger down here than I am sitting on the couch.” You look around the almost finished nursery. “You’ll just have to help me up later.” You look back up at him a little embarrassed. 

Bucky comes and kneels down beside you. You let out a relieved sigh as he runs his knuckle against your cheek gently. “What did you need, pretty girl?’ He asks with a knowing smile. 

“I’m starving.” You throw your head back in an overdramatic groan. “I would kill for some oreos…” You think for a moment. “Do we still have the kraft macaroni and cheese?” 

Bucky scrunches his nose up in disgust, but nods. “Please don’t ask me to mix those together.”

“I wasn’t!” You slap a hand against his chest. It makes him shake a little in his kneeling position, but he stays upright. “I want them separately. But I do want both. Please, Buck? You always make the macaroni and cheese so perfectly! I always mess it up.” You put on your best puppy dog eyes and pout your lips. 

He throws his head back in a laugh. “You don’t need to do all that, pretty girl.” He snorts. He kisses your cheek before standing up. “I would do anything you asked me to.” 

“Even bring me a glass or cherry Dr. Pepper with it?” You weren’t a huge soda person normally, but you had tried a sip of the drink when you and Bucky had gone out to dinner and it had become one of your biggest cravings. 

“Especially that.” He grins at you before spinning on his heel to retreat back downstairs. “Thank you!” You call out. “Call me if you need me!” He yells back and you smile to yourself. You place a hand on your stomach and look down. 

“That was your daddy.” You say softly. You rub gentle circles over your loose t-shirt. “He loves you two so much already. We love you two so much. We just can’t wait for you to get here.” You admit. Talking to your stomach has become a habit of yours. Your doctor had explained babies will usually respond to noise when they can start hearing and while she had assured you kicking with twins may take a little longer, you were desperate to feel them move around. 

You glance at the door before looking back down. “He’s been so much help. I’d read horror stories about husbands who are never home or who don’t take up cooking and cleaning. But your daddy just… does it all for me.” Your voice has taken on a tone of pure love as you talk to your babies about Bucky. “He built your cribs. Rubs my feet. Cooks me disgusting children’s food.” You giggle quietly. “I’m so happy I get to build you two a home full of love and-” You jump when you feel a gentle kick against your hand. “No way.” You whisper. 

“Bucky!” You yell out shakily. “Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!” You don’t think of the panic you could be making him feel as you stare down at your stomach with happy tears in your eyes. Bucky’s by your side in an instant, his hand coming to rest over yours and his eyes observing your face in a frenzied panic. 

“What’s wrong? What hurts?” He asks anxiously. You shake your head and move his hand so it’s resting underneath your own instead of on top. “What? Christ, pretty girl! Is every-”

“Just talk to them.” You say quietly. “About anything.” Your urge. 

Bucky looks at you questioningly, but settles next to you when you nod. “Okay…” He says quietly. “Um,” he glances at you, “I’m so excited for you two to be here.” He starts a little nervously. You squeeze his hand in reassurance. “I never thought I would have my own baby, let alone twins, with such a knockout.” He laughs when you roll your eyes. “I never thought I could love anybody this much, then I met your mom. Then she told me she was gonna have you guys and I… I knew that I would do anything if it meant I got to keep all this love in my li-” He cuts himself off and looks at you with wide eyes. 

“Did you feel it?” You ask softly. Bucky moves his hand over a little and lets out a wet laugh. “That’s... That’s fucking amazing.” He presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re fucking amazing.” 

The two of you can’t stop staring at each, certainly looking like some smiling fools, until Bucky’s eyes widen and he yanks himself away. “You’re macaroni and cheese!” He yells as he stumbles out of the room leaving you doubling over in laughter. 

26 Weeks

“When she said twins,” You pause as you take a deep breath, “I didn’t think she meant everything would be so much worse.” Bucky laughs as you settle on the couch next to him. He holds his arms up as he waits for you to rest your feet in his lap. 

He immediately begins to rub your feet as you turn the movie on. “What hurts?” He asks softly. His eyes trail over you like he expects a wound, something easily fixable, so he could better help you. 

You give him a gentle smile. “My feet. My back. I’m just uncomfortable, Buck.” You explain. You knew he felt bad that there wasn’t much he could do besides sit next to you and rub your feet and legs. “I don’t think I realized how fast things move when it’s two babies growing inside you instead of just one.” 

“I wish I could do more.” He says quietly as he massages your left foot. His vibranium hand is cool against your skin and offers some relief from the heat you felt was taking over. You know he’s unsure of what to say or do to help and that he didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but, “All I need is this, Buck.” You poke his thigh with your right foot. 

When he looks over at you questioningly, you smile. “I’m gonna be totally honest with you here, Bucky. There’s not much you can do to help me now, or the next few months, except keep rubbing my feet, helping around the house and keep calling me pretty girl.” 

He pinches your ankle. “For years you’ve told me you didn’t like that nickname.” There’s no malice or annoyance in his voice. Bucky knows as well as you do that although you may roll your eyes or laugh when he calls you that, you hate when he calls you anything else. 

Especially now. “Makes me feel good.” You shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I’m gaining weight like crazy. I’m swollen and cranky, it’s nice to know you still think I’m your pretty girl.” You admit shyly. 

“I always think you’re pretty, my love.” You feel your neck heat at his words and his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “But… fuck… I don’t know if there’s anything as beautiful as watching you grow our children. I’m in awe of you everyday, pretty girl.” His eyes are lit up with passion. You laugh as he moves towards you. “I am so in love with you, it’s crazy. I just... I can barely keep my hands to myself half the time.” 

You cup his jaw with your hand and your nails lightly scratching at his beard. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Bucky Barnes.” You murmur as he leans in towards you. “Cause I’ll make you follow through.” 

He groans before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Come on, pretty girl. Come to bed. I think I know a way to make you feel a little better.” He whispers against your lips. You nod with an excited giggle as he stands and holds a hand out to you. 

32 Weeks

“I appreciate you guys coming out to see us.” You press a kiss to Sam’s cheek before moving to hug Wanda who was trailing into your house behind him. “We didn’t want a huge baby shower, but we did want to see some of our closest friends and it means so much you all came out!” You gush.

Wanda presses a kiss to your cheek before standing back and looking at you excitedly. “Oh, you look beautiful.” She says kindly, her eyes trailing over your now much larger bump. “Twins.” She murmurs wistfully as your hands grip hers tightly. 

“Oh, Wanda…” You trail off, suddenly feeling guilty for your pushful invitation to your closest friends. She shakes her hand with a bright smile. “None of that! I’m so excited for you and Bucky. I’ve never met two more deserving people.” She presses another kiss to your cheek as she moves past you. “Now where is your husband?” 

“In the backyard!” You laugh. “He’s working on grilling. We have drinks and snacks out there!” You push her and Sam towards the sliding door in your kitchen. Steve slips through your front door next, a bright smile on his face when he realizes it’s you who’s greeting him. 

“You look lovely.” He says kindly as he leans down to press a kiss to your head. “Bucky has spent hours on the phone talking about how beautiful you look, but still didn’t do you justice.”

“You charmer!” You squeeze his arm as you laugh. “He’s outside. I’ll give you fifty bucks if you say something just as sweet to him.” Steve shakes his head with an ill-suppressed smile. “Come on! I’ll add an extra twenty if you kiss him too.” You plead. You and Bucky had been so busy with preparations, neither of you had seen your friends in a long time. You were in desperate need of a laugh with everyone. 

Steve shakes his head, but he turns to you and winks when he goes to open the sliding door, which makes you smile largely.

You greet a few more friends; Rhodey who comes with a gentle smile and gifts from Pepper despite your warning against them. He has a nervous Peter Parker in tow, who adored you but was still terrified of Bucky despite it having been years since their fight. 

“For you.” He smiles sweetly. He’s gotten more handsome as he’s gotten older, more confident too, but he still turns red when you press a kiss to his cheek as you thank him for the small box he has handed over. You laugh as he rushes after Rhodey, face down in an attempt to hide the blush. 

You were unsure when the Avengers had become your family too. Bucky had brought you around eight months into your relationship and they had taken you in easily. Bucky says your light filled a void after all the darkness they had suffered. You shook him off, but the words always made your heart soar. If you were even just a small piece of their healing, you were happy. 

An arm wraps around your waist and you smile when you smell Bucky’s cologne. “Funny joke with Steve, pretty girl.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

“I thought so.” You shiver. “Did he kiss you too? Please tell me he did!” You turn and look up at him with pleading eyes. Bucky laughs before reluctantly nodding. “That’s incredible.” You move away from your spot in the entrance and hold onto Bucky’s arm as he leads you towards the backyard. “Give him seventy dollars sometime today, please.” 

“What?” Bucky stops in his tracks, making you freeze too. “For what?”

You look up at him innocently. “For making your severely pregnant wife laugh.” Bucky slides the door open with a shake of his head and gestures for you to go out first. You smile gratefully and step out. 

Your friends are spread out in the small yard. Sam has taken over the grill, while Steve is deep in conversation with Rhodey and Wanda. Peter chatters away as Sam nods along his eyes glazed over. 

“Thank you for planning this.” You slip your hand into the crook of Bucky’s elbow as the two of you make your way into the group. “I didn’t realize how much I missed everyone with how busy we’ve been.” 

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” He says softly. “Everyone loves you, it wasn’t hard to convince them to make the trip to come see you.” 

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You tease. Bucky laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before going to join Sam at the grill. You meet Steve, Wanda and Rhodey with a smile. 

“We were just talking about names.” Steve quickly stands up from the chair he had been lounging in. You shake your head with narrowed eyes. “Sit down.” He orders, it’s not harsh, but he’s taken on a completely different tone of voice that makes you giggle. You glance at Wanda with comical, wide eyes before taking the seat. 

“I like it when you use your Captain's voice.” You glance at Wanda in thanks when she hands over a glass of water. “I never got to hear it. We met after you retired!” Steve’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Rhodey and Wanda laugh. “Anyways, tell me about the names!” 

Wanda starts. “Bucky told us you two wanted to find out the gender when you give birth, so we each came up with two names for each of the three scenarios. I was given the one girl, one boy scenario.” She explains quickly her hand waving around in front of her excitedly. 

“And what did you come up with?” You ask in amusement, but also with a little curiosity. You and Bucky had briefly discussed names, both floating around ideas when they appeared, but nothing had been chosen yet. Maybe one of your friends would have a good name idea. 

Wanda claps. “I chose Oliver George Barnes if it’s a boy! Oh, I think Oliver is such a lovely name. And then the baby has Bucky’s dad’s name too. A little bit of old and new.” She explains and you nod along. “And for a girl, Elena Rebecca Barnes.” 

You furrow your brows at her. “How do you know so much about Buck’s family’s names?” A light blush colors her cheeks. “I may have visited the Bucky Barnes page on the Smithsonian website in preparation.” She admits.

“Okay Rhodey, hit me!” You turn so you can look at him. He sits up a little straighter. “For two girls. Baby girl number one, Olivia Rose Barnes” You scrunch your nose up at the middle name. “And for girl number two, Eloise Ann Barnes.” Your eyes widen at the suggestion. You had expected him to just repeat your name back to you. 

“I… I actually kind of like Eloise.” You admit after a moment. “Little El.” One of your hands comes to rest on your stomach. You look up at Steve with a smile. “Hit me with the two boys' names, Rogers.” 

Steve glances over at Bucky and Sam before stepping towards you conspiratorially. “Samuel James Barnes and Theodore George Barnes.” You look over at Bucky and your eyes meet his. You smile softly when he waves you over. 

“Those are lovely, Steve.” You hold your hand out for him and he helps you stand. “I… I will tell Buck about all of these names. I love them all.” You say gratefully before slowly making your way towards the grill. 

Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist as soon as you’re beside him. “What are you four whispering about over there, pretty girl?” He asks quietly as Sam and Peter begin to bring the plates of food over to the table Bucky had set up earlier. 

You glance back at Sam to make sure he’s out of hearing distance. “Baby names! Buck, Steve came up with Samuel James Barnes. I just love it.” Bucky’s already shaking his head with a frown. “What?” You ask. 

“I’m not naming our son after me and Sam.” He glances back at the group who has come together at the table. Wanda and Steve wave you two over and you hold up a finger in response before looking back at Bucky. “What were the girls names?” He asks. 

You shrug. “Olivia Rose, Eloise Ann, and Elena Rebecca.” None of the names hit a particular chord with you, but you could admit they were all very pretty. “I like Eleanor, I think.” You admit as Bucky mulls the names over. 

“That’s a pretty name.” He says softly. “Eleanor Rebecca Barnes.” He adds on and a smile breaks out on your face. You lean up and he meets you halfway in a gentle kiss. When you pull back he rests his forehead against yours. 

“Did we just pick a baby name?” You whisper in shock. Bucky’s eyes crinkle as he smiles excitedly. “I think we did, pretty girl.” 

38 Weeks

At first you think they’re just kicking. They’d been doing it more and more the further along you got. You groan and shift around in bed as quietly as possible trying not to wake Bucky. 

You take a few deep breaths as you try to drift off into sleep, but a shooting pain hits you and your arm whips out and your hand grips Bucky’s shirt. 

You gasp. “Bucky.” You pull at his shirt in an attempt to wake him. You whine in pain and begin to pull harder. “Bucky!” You say a little louder.

You feel him begin to wake under your palm. “What’s up, pretty girl?” He mumbles into his pillow, still not looking over at you. 

The pain rips through you again and this time you yank at his shirt violently. “James Buchanan Barnes if you don’t get the fuck up, I will murder you.” 

That has him turning to look at you with wide eyes. His eyes scan over you and pause on the hand sitting on your stomach before they trail up to your face scrunched up in pain. 

“Oh shit.” He stumbles out of the bed and comes around to your side. You turn to look up at him with pleading eyes and notice the pure panic in his. “Um- Okay.” He stands up straight and takes a few deep breaths.

Another contraction hits. “Take your time.” You grit out as you try to breathe through it. “Not like I’m having a fucking baby here.” 

“Shut up.” He laughs as he leans down to gently grip your arm. “Did your water break?” He asks as he helps your stand. 

You look down at the mattress then the floor before shaking your head. “Not yet, but these really hurt I-“

“Don’t have to explain yourself to me, pretty girl.” He helps you around the room and into the bathroom and helps you sit on top of the toilet lid. “You don’t have pants on, what should I grab for you to wear?” 

You glance down at your bare thighs, you hadn’t really realized. “A dress! Just grab a dress, I can slip into it.” You murmur as you rest your forehead against the tiled wall next to you. 

Bucky disappears and you count to yourself as you breathe through your pain. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” You murmur. They were early, two weeks early, but Dr. O had warned you that multiples liked to make surprise appearances. 

“A dress.” Bucky stands in front of you with one of your maternity sun dresses. He helps you stand again and you take it from his hands. 

“Go put on pants, I can get the dress on myself.” Bucky looks hesitant at the suggestion even though all he’s got on is a t-shirt and boxers. “Buck. Please. The sooner we’re both ready the sooner we can go.” 

He nods and sprints out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. You slide the t-shirt you had fallen asleep in off and pull the dress over your body. You let out a sigh of relief at the fact that Bucky had chosen one of the stretchy cotton dresses and not one of your nicer maternity ones. You brush your teeth quickly and splash some water on your face.

“Bucky.” You cry out when you feel the rush of water between your legs. 

“Let’s go.” Bucky appears in the doorway with sweatpants and his jacket pulled haphazardly over his shirt. He freezes when he notices your problem. He doesn’t say anything, just disappears then reappears with clean underwear for you. He helps you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom again then helps you change again. “Let’s go.” He says softly with a gentle kiss to your temple. 

It’s all a blur from there. Bucky’s grabbing your go bag, leading you to the car and driving you to the hospital. 

“She’s having our babies.” Bucky blurts out to the receptionist once the two of you reach the neonatal ward. She smiles pacifingly at him before looking at you with concern. “Sit her down, sir.” She orders and Bucky helps you sit in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. 

“She should be in a bed right?” Bucky asks worriedly looking back and forth between you and her. 

“One of the nurses is going to bring a wheel cheer so we can bring her to her room.” She explains kindly. “I just need your names and your doctor’s name.” 

You block Bucky’s voice out as another contraction hits. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” You cry. “B - A - R - N -E-S.” Bucky glances back at you at the sound of your cry. “Her doctor is Dr. O.” The woman hums as her fingers fly across the keyboard. 

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder that makes you look up. “I’m Natalie.” The woman smiles kindly. “I’m gonna bring you to your room, okay?” 

You nod slowly with tears in your eyes. You’re tired and uncomfortable and the pain keeps getting worse and worse. “Let’s get you up, mama.” She helps you stand slowly and guides you to the wheelchair waiting by the doors. 

You glance back at Bucky, who’s still talking with the receptionist and scribbling answers on the clipboard she had slid over to him. “My husband. I need Bucky. I-“

“They’ll bring him back as soon as he’s done with the paperwork.” She rubs your shoulder calmingly. “I promise all we’re gonna do is get you in bed.” 

You take a deep breath as she pushes you down the hall and away from Bucky. “I can’t do this without him.” You’re breathing heavily as the contractions hit you. “I need him. Please. Can’t he do paperwork later? It’s not like I can leave!” You cry out. 

She gently moves you from the wheelchair to the hospital bed. “We’ll wait until your husband, Bucky, right?” She asks as she pushes you back so you’re laying down. You give her a teary eyed nod. “We’ll wait until Bucky is here to help change you into your gown.” She murmurs reassuringly. 

There’s a knock on the door and then Bucky is rushing in with another nurse trailing after him. “I’m pretty sure half the answers on that paperwork are illegible but…” The nurse trails off with an amused smile. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bucky pushes back the stray hairs that are sticking to your sweaty forehead before giving you a kiss. “I’m here. What do you need?” 

“It’s up to you, mama.” Natalie places the hospital gown on the edge of your bed. “If you want us or your husband to help you into the gown.” She gives you a knowing smile. 

“Can we…” You take a deep breath. “Can we have a moment?” They nod and leave the room. You look up at Bucky with teary eyes. “I don’t think I can do this, Buck.” You admit. 

He helps you sit up while shaking his head. “Yes you can, pretty girl.” He murmurs reassuringly. He lifts your dress so it scrunches up at your hips and waits until you raise your arms so he can take it off completely. He picks the pink gown up and slides it over your held out arms. 

“How do you know that?” You wipe hastily at the tears streaming down your face as Bucky moves around the tie the gown in the back. He helps you lay back down before slipping his shoes off and crawling in beside you. 

You moan in relief when he starts rubbing gentle circles over your stomach and as his warmth envelopes you. Bucky presses gentle kisses to your neck and jaw. “I know because you are the strongest woman I know.” He whispers. “You have been growing these humans in your uterus for almost nine months. And you’ve done it without flinching. This isn’t gonna be what takes you out, pretty girl.” 

There’s a gentle knock on the door and your nurse comes back in with a soft smile, followed by Dr. O and two more people. “Who’s ready to have some babies?” Dr. O asks with a bright smile. 

You look up at Bucky, who can’t do anything but stare at you in awe, then nod. “We are.”

Twelve and a Half Hours Later 

“I don’t think I could be any more in love with you.” Bucky declares as the nurses dance about the room, cleaning your crying babies up. “Shut up.” You murmur tiredly. “I wanna see my babies.” They’ve been checking and cleaning for what felt like forever. 

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” The two nurses come over with little bundles in their arms. “You have two healthy babies, a boy and a girl.” You look up at Bucky with bright eyes as the nurse hands him the blue bundle. 

Your eyes move away as the pink bundle is gently handed over to you. “Hello.” You whisper softly at the fidgeting baby. You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks as you down at your baby girl. Completely healthy and absolutely beautiful. “Eleanor Rebecca Barnes.” You murmur, running a gentle finger over her cheek. 

“Pretty girl.” Bucky’s voice is wet and you look up to see tears on his cheeks too. You scoot over and make room for him to sit beside you again for the first time in hours. He sits as slowly as he can and then looks over at the baby in your arms as you glance at the baby in his. “Hello, Eleanor.” Bucky whispers to the little girl. 

There’s a knock at the door that has the two of you snapping your heads up. You see the balloons first and then Steve and Sam behind them. 

“Boys.” You whisper happily. Bucky nods them into the room. They come to stand in front of your bed as quietly as they can. “Meet Eleanor Rebecca Barnes and,” you and Bucky glance at each other with soft smiles, “and Steven Samuel Barnes.” He finishes for you. 

Their eyes snap to you two in shock. “What?” Sam asks after a moment of silence. “You… You said you would never name a baby after me.” He’s getting choked up as he stares at Bucky in betrayal. 

“Yeah, well.” Bucky shakes his head. “You’re uh… You’re one of my best friends.” He looks over at Steve. “You’re both some of my best friends. And uh… I wouldn’t.” He sniffles and you lean your head in his shoulder in an attempt to give him comfort. 

He presses a kiss to your hair before he looks back at the boys. “I wouldn’t have all this if you two hadn’t stuck your necks out on the line for me. If you two hadn’t kept looking for me.” 

“Buck, you built this life all on your own.” Steve says gently. 

Bucky shakes his head fondly. “I know that, punk. I got the girl and the house and the babies all on my own. But I wouldn’t have even had the chance without you two so…” He trails off before looking back down at the babies you two held in your arms. 

“Can I take a picture?” Sam asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You two nod excitedly and look up at the camera with tired but thrilled smiles. “Beautiful family, Buck. You two should be proud.” 

“Oh, Steve, grab a nurse or someone in the hallway please!” You plead. “I want a picture of all of us!” He obliges without a fight. although you’re sure right now nobody would pick a fight or say no to you. 

One of your nurses comes back in with him. “Okay! Just a couple pictures then I gotta kick you two out. Mama needs her rest.” 

You all nod in acceptance as Steve and Sam come to stand on either side of you and Bucky. “One...Two...Three!” She snaps the picture and turns the phone around to show you. 

Your heart all but jumps out of your chest at how sweet it looks. “I love it. Thank you.” She hands the phone back to Sam and ushers the two men out. Sam calling over his shoulder, “We’ll come back tomorrow!” 

You and Bucky laugh. “My heart is so full right now.” You whisper.

“I love you, pretty girl.” Bucky whispers in response. “I love our family.” You can’t do anything but nod. “I love you too. I love our family.” 

The two of you sit in silence as you bask in the glow of your family. 

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notes // i really enjoyed writing this. it’s so happy & made me so happy. thank you to the anon who requested it! i really hope you all enjoyed this because it’s probably one of my favorite pieces now.

if you did enjoy it, replies & reblogs are greatly appreciated 💞

[lonely-lost-soul]

Blood for the Blood God

(Technoblade x Reader)

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

~~~

A young hybrid stood at the edge of the world, his pink hair tied up in a bun, face free of scars he’d acquired in his later years, and he looked decades younger. A diamond-encrusted dagger rested against his hip in its holder, his feet nervously tapped on the dirt. Silence surrounded him, maybe he should’ve told Phil where he was going, what he was going to do, the deal he was about to make. There were no trees on the cliffside, no signs of life anywhere for miles, in fact, he wasn’t sure if he stepped into another realm altogether. It was just him, the cliff, and of course the ancient scrolls in his bag. Technoblade frowned slightly thinking back on his old friend once more, would Phil’s family and his old friend be disappointed in his choices. Did he even care? He swallowed thickly holding out his hand, he pulled out a dagger from its holder, and drug it across his palm. Blood spilled from the wound, Technoblade let out a hiss of pain watching the blood pool in his palm. He held his hand out over the void and let a few drops of blood seep into space. He had long since memorized the words on the scrolls in his bag, Technoblade chanted the words written in Greek and he felt the wind begin to pick up around him. Goosebumps appeared on his arms, He was grateful his hair was wrapped up in a bun or else it would be tangled and blowing all over the place. At this time in his life, his hair was down to his ankles, getting it calm in any sense of the word was a struggle.

Dust picked up and he covered his eyes, by the time Technoblade opened them a beautiful figure stood in the void, the goddess was giant, towering far above the treelines below the cliff. A crown rested on top of the Goddess’s head, it was golden and formed a halo above her head, stars littered across her face as her eyes opened. Her gaze bore straight into Techno’s soul, her gown was a deep black with red lacing across the neckline, and it flared out at her feet. A corset tight around her waist, intricate gold was embedded into the fabric, her (h/c) hair floating around her head.

“Technoblade,” Her voice sounded like silk in his ears, and he loved the way her voice said his name. Pink blossomed in his cheeks as his eyes widened, he didn’t even comprehend that she knew his name without even asking. “Why have you summoned me here today?” The Goddess hummed softly leaning downwards her giant face in front of Technoblades, he was in awe at her majesty. He gaped like a fish for a few moments and she lightly giggles pulling away from his body, Technoblade swallowed thickly recovering from his shock.

“You’re the Blood God?” He questioned not expecting you to be so womanly, you hummed softly tapping your nails on the ground causing it to rumble under his feet.

“I go by many names young one, but yes that is one of them.” She hummed the clouds began to swirl around her head, “I’m known as the Blood God, Blood Goddess, but if we strike a deal you may refer to me as (Y/n).”

“The scrolls said you’d be a man.”

“Disappointed?”

“No, not at all.” Technoblade hurriedly corrected himself, “Just startled.”

“Men always like to change history,” She clicked her tongue in distaste brow furrowing in frustration. “Changing the great things women do, the fear of powerful women is only felt by weaker and pitiful men.” He watched the Goddess’s eyes turn blood red a smile came across her lips, “They deserve to bleed. Pitiful men don’t deserve to walk the same earth of those worthy.” Technoblade felt himself nodding alongside the Goddess’s words, she had a point. Any man who disrespects or underestimates women deserves the fate she mentioned. “Now Technoblade tell me what you need from me?”

“I wish to never die.” The words hung in the air, he watched the goddess lean back in contemplation.

“I cannot make you immortal, I’m afraid you’ve contacted the wrong God.”

Technoblade shook his head, he knew he contacted the proper God, if he tried to contact the God of Death, Phil would know immediately.

“It’s not necessarily immortality I am after,” You titled your head curiously urging the young man to continue his point. “I just want something to make me never die, whether it’s power or unaging, I need something.”

“Why? Are you aware of the consequences of becoming immoral or like an immortal,” The Goddess gently reached her hand out nudging her giant finger against his cheek, “To see those who love you die around you while you never age? Anyone, you fall in love with won’t grow old with you.”

“I don’t plan on falling in love.” He interrupted the goddess, standing up straighter. He watched her purse her lips, in a blinding flash of light a woman was standing in front of him. Technoblade felt his face heat up, in her mortal form she was much smaller, but her outfit remained the same, the crown still on her head, showing off her power.

“You cannot comprehend the ideas of the goddess of love Technoblade. She has many interesting ideas on who should fall in love.” Technoblade straightened as she leaned in closer to his face,

“I’ll fight them.”

The Goddess blinked a few times as Technoblade looked away awkwardly at what he blurted out, and you burst into hysterical laughter. You covered your hand with your mouth trying to stifle said laughter, he made a small ‘heh?’ like sound as you clutched your abdomen.

“Sorry- Sorry! I just never heard someone so willingly eager to fight the God of Love so they don’t fall in love.” Your eyes lit up with delight as Technoblade visibly relaxed, for the self-proclaimed Blood God you sure were child-like, much like Wilbur, “You’re so cute yet so naive.” He tensed again his teeth grinding together,

“I’m not naive.” He huffed narrowing his eyes not even processing that she had called him cute. You hummed a few more giggles spilling past your lips, before collecting yourself and straightening your dress.

“Technoblade, before we continue forward with our potential deal there are some stipulations.” You hummed softly holding out your hand, “If you wish for my power to never die this is what I can grant you.” You pressed your glowing red finger to his forehead, his pupils shrunk in and he saw himself in the future. Scars littered his face, arms, and back, his hair was tied into a tight braid, gold jewelry coated his ears and fingers. He had a scruff of a beard on his chin, and he overall radiated power. By his side in some form of a Tundra, was Phil, looking a little older, his right-wing shredded beyond repair. On Technoblade’s back were three Wither Skull tattoo’s one in the middle of his back and the other two on his opposite shoulder blades. A netherite sword hung on his hip and it seemed to be coated in dried blood, his arms were crossed in distaste, he caught a glimpse of three lines on his arm.

He never lost a single life. Suddenly he heard thousands of voices echoing in his head, he clutched his ears falling to his knees, all of them were screaming, pleading for blood.

Technoblade breathed heavily snapping back to the current reality, “what was that?” He panted eyes a bit frantic, “the future?”

“One version of it,” You hummed pulling your hand down to your side. “The future can change on such a whim there never may be a true future I can show you, but it was one.” His brow furrowed watching you reach out and trace over the lifelines on his wrist, a pleasant tingle was sent up his spine. “I can assure you the power I can give will not make you immortal, but it will give you the power to slaughter all your enemies on a whim. Reach your goals and make it nearly impossible to die, that is the power I can grant you.” He watched his lives glow a soft gold and he choked on his spit, another tingle shot up his body, “but there are consequences as there is with every deal one makes.”

Technoblade nodded in understanding willing to risk anything to be that powerful, keeping his life and living with Phil. So the older man won’t have to lose anyone else in his life due to his immortality.

“While you’ll be powerful and practically impossible to kill you will still be mortal. You will be able to die and will still be bound to the three life systems my brother has set up. However, you will live forever so long as that does not happen.” He felt your hand move up his arm and he involuntary flexed his muscles. “But, you’ll have to bear the curse of the Blood God,” You whispered eyes flashing in regret, “The voices.”

“Voices?” He questioned with an eyebrow raise watching you nod almost sadly.

“They will be hard to ignore and occur almost instantly once the deal is in place. There will be thousands of them, always talking or screaming begging you to kill and slaughter. Begging you to kill and supply me with the blood I so desperately crave be spilled on the land. They will say other things too, commenting on your thoughts and your life, you’ll eventually learn to live with them. Especially with my help, but they’re hard to deal with, hard to ignore their yearn for the slaughter of anything with a pulse. You’ll have to learn to get along with them, that is your only hope to not lose yourself to them.” He felt your hand up to his cheek, thumb brushing against the apples of them, “It will be painful and you’ll still need to train to gain more muscle and strength, but it will be easier for you to reach that goal. So with that in mind Technoblade, do we have a deal?”

Technoblade locked eyes with the Goddess in front of him, he could deal with a few voices screaming in his ear, after all, you’d be by his side, helping him learn and grow.

“Deal,” Technoblade spoke gruffly, “how do we go about this?” He tensed swallowing thickly watching you cup his cheeks in your hands. “You’re touching my face, that’s fine this is fine, not intimate at all.” He watched you raise an eyebrow,

“It’s about to get a lot more intimate I’m afraid,” You purred as Technoblade flushed red, he felt your one hand remove itself from his cheek. She trailed her hand down his neck and his body, he was a shivering, red mess, she found the dagger at his side. He watched in awe as it floated in front of her, slicing open her palm, blood bubbled from the wound it was laced with golden flecks of ambrosia. Technoblade looked at her nervously, “Drink.”

“Eh?” He made a disgusted face eyeing the blood smearing on your palm, he watched it drip intimately down your wrist. Technoblade swallowed thickly, “why?”

“You have to take a piece of me to grant my power, you’ll grow fond of the taste of blood eventually.” You smiled pityingly, another hand gently squeezing his neck and Technoblade let out a shaky breath. He placed a hand on your wrist looking up into your eyes, you hummed sweetly urging him to continue, “I don’t bite. Hard.” You mused, eyes sparkling, dangerously, the look was verging on flirty, the young man flushed. He leaned forward, hesitantly licking the dripping blood that spilled down your arm up to the cut you made with his dagger. The ambrosia in your blood tingled his tongue tasting sweeter than honey, his pupils blew wide dragging his tongue across your palm. He barely registered your hand in his hair, curling around the loose stands tenderly, and much like a kitten, he began to lap at your palm. Technoblade felt like his entire body was on fire, but the blood you possessed tasted so sweet, he felt as though he’s never tasted anything better. He drank until your body healed and he couldn’t taste any more blood, he felt a whine bubble in his throat desperately trying to get more blood from your healed cut. You shushed him softly poking his nose, which seemingly snapped him back to reality, ears turning red as a small amount of blood stained the corner of his mouth. You leaned forward standing on your tiptoes, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of his mouth, tongue lapping at the left-over blood. He let out another whine as you pulled away licking your teeth, humming fondly at the taste. “Such a good boy, listening to your god,” he felt himself pant his vision blurring the praise from you swimming in his head, doing things to him he didn’t quite understand.

Technoblade’s eyes snapped open as the world around him filled with screaming voices, he yelled out in agony as a fire shot through his skull, burning his brain and licking at the top of his spine. Voice pleading and screaming for more blood, to paint the entirety of the cliffside with sweet blood, to grab the nearest thing with a pulse and tear it to pieces. His pupils shrank and his mouth began to water helplessly,

‘Blood for the Blood God! Serve her! We live to serve her, get her blood. Feed us, Feed her. Blood. Blood. Blood. Kill anything that tries to stop us. Blood. Blood. Blood.’

These millions of voices pounded heavily in his ears, he felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Suddenly the voices quieted and he was vaguely aware of your hand on his forehead,

‘Goddess, our goddess.’

“Shhhh,” You whispered fondly and Technoblade leaned into your cool touch. “Be kind to this one, he’s special.” He didn’t understand what you meant but heard the voices calm down as you spoke to them. “Play nice,” Techno realized that you weren’t talking to him but the voices in his head.

‘Yes ma’am. We’ll be good. But I want to break this one. Don’t be rude to our goddess! Bark, bark, bark. Don’t bark at her! She’s gorgeous though! Truly a work of art. We just want to provide you with blood! Let us play with him a little!’

“I know my darlings and I appreciate it.” You cooed fondly and Technoblade felt warmth flow through his entire being. “But try to get along with this one, he’s special,” Technoblade watched the goddess wink at him. He found himself asking her if he would see her again and she snickered softly,

“Of course you will. We’re interconnected now,” you took his hand, allowing his bigger one to encompass your own. “I’ll see you again soon, try not to die.” In another flash of light, the goddess was gone, he was left alone with the roaring voices and deep-seated loneliness that he was not accustomed to feeling.

It only took a few weeks for Phil to find out about his meeting with the Blood God herself he was immediately worried for his friend. Scolding him for doing something so stupid and reckless, even if what he was preaching was largely hypocritical. The newly acquired voices seemed to have a different interpretation of his nagging, instead, they urged Technoblade to call the man Dadza. Behind Phil his crows cawed and flocked around the both of them, Phil’s brow furrowed and squeezed Technoblade’s shoulder.

“I hope you know what you’re doing mate. Dealing with gods is a dangerous game,” Phil sighed “I know that better than anybody. You need anything, contact me immediately.”

“I will,” The young man nodded in response to his old friend, “Trust me.”

“You know I do.” Phil responded his wings fluttering anxiously, “Just know how dangerous the Blood God can be, the voices granted to you will be hard to resist.”

“She gave me the spiel Phil, I can handle a few voices.” Technoblade scoffed crossing his arms over his chest, “Have a little faith.” Phil only grew more concerned watching Techno’s hand twitch, he could only hope he knew what he got himself into.

~~~

“Oh, Technoblade what have you done?” Your voice echoed in his head as he snarled loudly, red eyes blazing fire. Corpses littered his feet, blood staining the floor and walls, he was older than the last time she had visited. Hair was tied in a braid, scars littered his face and arms that seemed to only accentuate the blood staining his face. His ax was in the corner of the room blood stained the weapon as well, “You poor man.” He turned towards you and snarled the voices in his head roared needily, his head and heart were pounding, “Use your words.” You commanded hardly red mist swirling around your fingers, it hit him square in the chest sending him flying backward into a wall. Behind you stood a taller figure, in his state Technoblade could only make out a mask with a large ‘X’ carved into it.

“Your little plaything seems to be struggling with your curse dear sister,” XD mused from behind you, “Your supposed prodigy seems to have lost control.” You clicked your tongue in distaste sending your brother a look.

“Technoblade come back to your God.” You commanded your voice harshly seeping into his ears, he only roared in response, steam coming out of his nostrils. “I’m disappointed in you all,” the voices all at once stopped their screaming and Technoblade fell to his knees the sudden shift to silence throwing him off. You walked over to his crumpled body, bare feet stepping on the wooden planks marking the floorboards with your bloodied footprints. You knelt in front of him, the hybrid breathing heavily, his tusks tried to cut your skin and succeeded in pricking your fingers. You grabbed onto his tusks, those were also bigger than the last time you saw them, you tugged them harshly. He grunted in pain, “No.” You snarled looking deep into his eyes, “You slaughtered an entire village of innocent lives! That is not in my plan or my wishes you stupid mortal!” You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, his clarity was slowly coming back to him. “There were children here! Children you tore apart, I trusted you to have some semblance of control, and you!” She pressed a manicured nail to the top of his head speaking directly to the voices, “I asked for one thing from you and you make him do this!”

“Get ‘em, girl. You tell them.” XD mused from behind you, snapping his fingers almost sassily. His robes flowing around his arms, you turned over your shoulder to glare at him.

“Oh, go fuck George Lore.”

“Fuck you.” Lighting cackled from behind the God of the SMP his long nails digging into the flesh on his arms. You huffed glaring at your older brother, from behind you Technoblade tried to lunge at God for disrespecting his Goddess. “Watch your dog,” He scoffed another growl bubbling in Technoblade’s throat.

“Techno.” Your voice filled his ears again and he fell against your shoulder, “I haven’t been a good Goddess to you have I?” You spoke softly, his entire body relaxing into you as he listened to you. “You cannot handle the voices on your own that was my mistake, I will train you so this doesn’t happen again that I can promise you.” Your fingers gently played with the hair on the back of his neck,

“(Y/n)?” He mumbled groggily,

“There he is, welcome back to the real world.” The goddess pulled away from his beaten body, he looked around seeing the blood and the bodies. His ears twitched something akin to guilt curled in his stomach.

Had he done this? To a village of innocent traders?

“Did I..?”

“You lost control I’m afraid.”

“I- that’s impossible, I was doing so well I had control-”

“Technoblade!” A voice called out pushing past XD, an older gentleman with messy blonde hair a bucket hat. “You’re alright!- Who the hell are all of you?” The man seemed to realize they weren’t alone and his eyes locked onto yours. “(Y/n)?”

“Philza Minecraft. Long time no see,” You hummed a smile spreading across your lips, “Kristin says hello.”

Phil’s entire face flushed to the tips of his ears and he coughed nervously, “Er...tell her the same and that I miss her.”

“I will,” You gave a little bow of your head, “Is Technoblade your son?”

“More like an old friend, but I see him as such.”

“Shut up old man,” Technoblade grumbled sitting up on his knees without you to support him.

“I didn’t realize you were the Blood God,” Phil continued dropping by Technoblade’s side the old man was missing a few of his flight feathers. A large cut was gouged into his shoulder, that was it that was the trigger, something must’ve hurt Phil and caused the halfling to snap.

“That seems to be a common theme,” You frowned a little with a gentle sigh, you tried to glance at your brother, but XD had long since disappeared from the doorway. Most likely because he was bored and wanting to go bother Foolish, “Philza.” You declared as Technoblade glanced over at you through hooded eyes, “Will you allow me to train and help your son."

“He’s not my dad-”

“Of course Goddess, whatever will help him stay in control.” You nodded your head at the consent, in a flash of light your entire appearance changed. You looked much more human, with a simple yet sophisticated outfit that fit the period

“Then let’s begin.”

~~~

The sun began to rise above the cliff where Technoblade had first summoned his Goddess. He took in a deep breath inward and then let the breath outwards after a few minutes of holding it. He sat criss-cross on the cliffside letting air into his lungs as he remembered the meditation techniques you had taught him many years ago. The voices were particularly antsy today but he had learned from the best how to control them, to quiet them down, talk, and reason with them.

‘The sun is rising. It’s very pretty, can we please just spill a little bit of blood?’

“No.” He murmured under his breath, “We get to see (Y/n) today. Don’t ruin this for me. We need her help.”

“They bothering you?” Your voice flowed through his head like butter, and warmth engulfed his entire being,

‘We are not! Come on, we love you! E!!!! Don’t be mean to us!’

“They said you’re being mean.”

“Am not,” You snorted wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and fell across his broad shoulders. Surprisingly the goddess’s touch comforted him, while others’ touches felt like fire, yours was pleasant. “Just want to make sure my prodigy is safe and in control,”

“I am thanks to your lessons.”

“Good, now. You said you wanted to talk to me about something important. Do tell, I’m very curious. It’s not like you to keep secrets from me.” A feather-light kiss was placed on his cheek as you moved from behind him to the front, he adored you. The sunlit up your cheeks and framed your head like a halo, it was like everything on earth was made to make you look perfect.

“I have a predicament,” He tapped his nails on his knees as you hummed thoughtfully, “There’s a war brewing between the government of ‘New L’manburg’ and myself. The government killed Wilbur, drove him so mad that Phil had to kill him to stop his nonsense.”

“I remember that,” You said with a stern nod, “there was a lot of blood spilled that day.” The people who fought in the war lost a lot of lives and you remembered it vividly, XD watched the battle with you from above, you wanted to keep an eye on Technoblade. When the battle was over and his allies betrayed him it took all of your willpower to not go down there and kill them all where they stood.

No one touches your prodigy.

XD had to physically hold your powers away from you, it was the closest you’ve come to losing control of since you were a young Goddess.

When Technoblade escaped to the Tundra that’s when you appeared in front of him, giving him a bone-crushing hug. He grunted at the unfamiliar body but there was only one person that he knew of who could appear out of nowhere and that was his Goddess. You remembered him apologizing to you, fearing you’d be mad at him for failing to kill all those who opposed you and him. You shut him up with a searing kiss, he was dizzy as you pulled away,

“Don’t scare me like that again.”

“I won’t,” he murmured still recovering from the shock of the kiss, recovering from how much he enjoyed feeling your lips press against his own. “I won’t disappoint you again,”

“You better not.” You cupped his cold cheek with your hand, he nuzzled into it, “You have so much more to give.” Technoblade gave a stern nod as the voices urge him to kiss your forehead, and he listened. “My strong prodigy,” you recalled how he shivered at your words “Are you mine?”

“Only if you’re mine in return.”

“I can live with that.”

His big hand cupped your cheek and you snapped your attention back to the mortal in front of you, you smiled and kissed one of the scars on his palm. Techno brushed his thumb across your cheek, the stars on your face left his fingers tingling. “I need your help, they tried to execute me and hurt Phil they need to be taught a permanent lesson. Please fight by my side,”

“Love, you know I’m not allowed to interfere with wars of mortals. My brother will demote me.”

“I know that,” Technoblade assured reaching out to squeeze your hand, “that’s not what I mean or what I want for you Goddess.” You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head,

“Explain,” consider your curiosity peaked.

“Grant me more of your power, fight through me, my dear.” Your eyes widened as his eyes flashed red,

“That’ll tear you apart, you will not be able to handle that.”

“I will.”

“Techno-”

“I trust you.”

Your lips dipped into a tight frown, “I don’t trust myself.” You admitted closing your eyes, “I’m called the Blood God for a reason Technoblade.”

“You’ve taught me how to keep control, I know you can as well darling. Please.”

“Fine,” You agreed after a while looking at the ground, “I’ll let my power flow through you on one condition. You only use it once when it’s life or death.”

“I promise you,” he leaned forward and kissed your lips causing you to purr happily. “I’ll only use it once just keep an ear out for when I call for you.”

“I will.”

The battle came much faster than Technoblade would’ve liked, he had Dream, Phil, and the dogs by his side. They would blow the government to smithereens and won’t stop until they hit bedrock. Above the clouds, he knew his Goddess was watching over them, there was no way they wouldn’t succeed. He felt the voices yearn for blood, yearn to serve and please their god, to wreck the entire governmental system. Dream told Technoblade and Phil their duties, which consisted of distracting the government with as many Withers as possible, so Dream could set up the canons. Technoblade could feel the buzzing in his skull knowing the voices were itching to set off the Withers and conquer. They gathered the wolves from underneath L’manburg and Technoblade ruffled their fur and gave them each some last-minute treats, he hated to think of that as a last meal for some of them, but that’s essentially what they were. As he made his way into the country Phil had squeezed his shoulder, a gesture meant to be affectionate in nature.

“Try not to die.”

“You too old man. You still have the totem I gave you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good. Now let’s kick their asses,” Technoblade grinned viciously. He looked up into the swirling clouds in the sky, crows screaming overhead, “Watch over me, my goddess.” His head filled with warmth and he knew you were by his side like you promised you would be, Phil smiled over at Technoblade and looked to the sky as well.

‘Watch over him (y/n), Kristin,’ He thought getting into a position to release his Withers onto the world.

Technoblade followed suit, the citizens caught onto his presence almost immediately, ready to battle him with weapons drawn. Luckily the dogs took care of anyone who dared try to get a hit in, ripping apart any exposed flesh and spilling their blood on the ground. The dogs allowed him to set up two Withers and send them into the battle, exploding and targeting individuals in their line of sight. Technoblade escaped into a small area by a river and was suddenly attacked by Sapnap. The fire demon spawn’s eyes were alight with bloodlust, seemingly from slaughtering half of his pet wolves singlehandedly.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” Sapnap grinned swinging the sword in his hand, fire sparking from the horns on his head. Technoblade had no time for the cocky man’s small talk as he charged at him, he blocked the blow with ease, golden ring glinting in the fleeting light. “Not much of a talker huh? No matter,” Sapnap snickered, “I’ll be the one to take your first life.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Technoblade snorted pulling away to kick Sapnap in the chest, he stumbled back but he was known for his quick recovery time. He grunted a little and sent a trail of fire-spitting towards Technoblade’s feet. Technoblade was distracted by the fire and it allowed the demon to slice a deep cut into Technoblade’s chest, the man didn’t have time to block. He grits his teeth and felt blood seep across his chest, pain ricocheting through his body. The voices roared to kill the idiot, to get up and give him a severe wound back, but before he could he was kicked in the chest by Sapnap and fell to his back. The sword was pointed at his neck and it dug in just deep enough for a droplet of blood to bubble under the sword.

He was fucked.

‘Call her. Call (Y/n). Call the Blood God. Call our Blood God. Blood for the Blood God.’

“Any last words?”

“(Y/n) I need you.”

“Who the fuck-” A blaring light blinded Sapnap as he stumbled back, squinting his eyes he could barely make out Technoblade in front of him. Technoblade’s eyes blazed a scarlet red, the wound on his chest healing over rapidly like he just ate two god apples. That wasn’t the worst of it though, Sapnap stumbled back some more, above Technoblade’s head was a stunningly gorgeous woman. Her hands were cupping his head, red seeping from her fingers and licking at Techno’s head like flames. The Goddess’s eyes were closed as her hair floated around her head, framing her face beautiful, she was terrifying calm,

“What the fuck. Who the fuck?” His voice cracked watching the being open her sharp eyes, a bloodthirsty grin appeared on her lips. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Technoblade. Kill the idiot man, who dared to try and kill you. That is my command. Give Blood to your Blood God.”

Technoblade’s lips curled over his tusks, he was salivating, the voices were roaring. “Blood for the Blood God,”

He spoke and the last thing Sapnap saw was the shine off Technoblade’s blade, and the glowing eyes of the Goddess herself before the world around him went dark.

Technoblade was breathing heavily, the voices wanted more blood, he felt the pull from you as well, you wanted more blood spilled. Steam curled around his nose and he shook his head, ‘no. no more. Thank you.’ He licked the blood off his sword and the voices quieted, satisfied with the taste on his tongue.

“Stay safe,” Your voice echoed around the battlefield, some chose to ignore the booming voice of the female but others turned to look. Staring in awe at the sight of the goddess, many not knowing her origin or what she was but felt her power over the battlefield. “Don’t disappoint me,”

“You know I won’t.” He grinned blood staining his teeth, behind him an explosion rang out, Dream was ready with the TNT cannons. He heard a familiar cry from who he assumed Tommy and when he turned back to face you, you were gone.

They will forever know that Technoblade serves and is dating the Blood God.

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