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We are Infinity

Hi guys!

I had several asks for a new Luna one, I feel like I’m writing a lot for them those days but I think we all need some fluffy stuff after Mariona’s departure 😔 I’m still mourning.

TW : pure fluff honestly

It was hard for Lucy to let Ona go to the Spanish camp, where she knows that the staff and the head coach won’t really take care of her girlfriend. She got hurt on her face and near her eyes and to get better soon it would have been better for her to rest at home.

But it wasn’t on the Spanish’ plans, so Ona had to take her plane with Alexia, Mariona and the other player from the Barca to go to camp. Lucy specifically asked Alexia to have a close look at Ona, the younger girl being a little too reckless at her taste sometimes. Lucy’s request activated Alexia’s protectiveness and Ona couldn’t make a meter without having her captain near her, slapping her hand away from her face, asking her to hydrate herself or checking several times a day her wound.

It was pretty cute to be honest and Alexia doesn’t stop, even if Ona walked on her feet almost three times before she gets called by the medical team to have a closer look of her injury. Alexia was there too, listening to the discussion and even giving her opinion.

Ona wasn’t really happy to go back home, to be honest. She loves camp and Leila, who she liked very much and doesn’t see a lot, was called too. She was happy to be able to play with her again, but it would be for another time.

They gave her only two hours to get her things together before leaving and she even run into Jana at the airport, who were coming at her place. Ona was excited for her friend too; she knows how much Jana would be happy to be here.

While she was waiting for her plane, she finally calls her girlfriend, who is herself in England for the camp. Lucy doesn’t know for now that she was leaving.

“Hola Bonita” Lucy says happily, making Ona smile.

“Hello beautiful” Ona answers back.

She can hear noises in the background, and she wonders what Lucy is doing. She sometimes forgets that there is one hour less in England. It’s not a lot, but it’s sometimes very much too.

“I’m sorry, am I disturbing you?” the Spaniard says.

“We are at diner but it’s alright. Is everything’s fine?”

To be honest, Ona thought about making a little joke to Lucy about here face going suddenly not good as a revenge for asking Alexia to look after her. She then changed her mind, but she haven’t thought that Lucy would be the one asking if there is a problem.

“Yeah, I mean… You know, how you asked me to be careful with my wound?”

“Mhm?”

Lucy’s tone was perfectly neutral, but Ona knows better. She can draw with precision the face of her girlfriend right now. Lips pinched, eyebrows raised and waiting for the end of the sentence while knowing that she will not like what will follow.

“Well, they decided to send me home” she finally say, not wanting to play with her girlfriend nerves.

“Oh, thanks God” Lucy sighs.

Ona hears someone piping in the background and she frowns slightly, trying to hear who it was. Lucy answers to the girl but her voice is almost muted, like if she putted the phone against her chest or something.

“It’s Ona, she’s going home.” She hears from afar before that Lucy’s voice is clear again. “I’m so glad Onita, it’s really a great thing.”

“I don’t know, I’ll be all alone in Barcelona.”

“What do you mean? You will be with your parents, your brother, Mapi and Bruna, the dogs…”

“Well, they are not you.”

“I will be back before you know, I promise.”

Ona can hear Lucy’s smile in her voice and if she’s not able to hear what is said next to Lucy, she easily can catch the teasing tone with which we are talking to her girlfriend.

“Who is talking to you?” Ona asks when she hear Lucy answer a « fuck off ».

“Maya. She’s so annoying.”

There are protestations and Lucy is laughing, making Ona smile. She misses her girlfriend laugh so much and they are separated since only two days.

“Oooh I miss her! Say hello to her for me”

Ona knows Maya very well; she played with her at Manchester United for three seasons before coming back to Barcelona. They were both playing on the last line on the pitch, being a lot next to each other during the games.

“I miss you too Ona!”

The Spaniard chuckle when she hears her friend’s voice, probably stuck against Lucy. She then hears Lucy groan something and asking Ona to wait for several seconds before she’s talking again. Without any noises or voices behind her this time.

Even with Lucy reassurances, Ona hated her time at Barcelona without her. Sure she went to her brother’s house, she went for a lot of walk with their dogs, she ate lunch almost everyday at her parent’s house and she saw Mapi, Pina and Patri sometimes too. Not Bruna because she went to the camp after she left.

But the time is long without Lucy.

Even longer now that she knows how much her girlfriend is struggling with her knee. It’s not a surprise to be honest, their schedules are insane. Even if she hates being at home when her team is playing important games, she’s happy to have several days to rest correctly. This is something Lucy would have needed too.

And worse, Sarina made Lucy played the two games, every single minute. Saying that Ona is mad is very far from the truth. She’s fuming while looking at her girlfriend playing with her extra bandage on her knee.

Lucy complained about her knee several times on the phone during their calls and Ona knows how much Lucy is in pain to talk about it like that.

“Just ask to go home” Ona said during one of their FaceTime.

“I can’t, Ona. There isn’t anyone to replace me if I left. The team would be into deep shit.”

She knows Lucy is right, but having seen her girlfriend so upset after the first game and their lost crushed Ona’s heart. She almost jumped in a plane to England, but Lucy begs her not to do it. Ona wasn’t really happy about that, wanting to take care of her girlfriend if the England squad doesn’t seem to be able to do it.

Ona is jumping and stressing so much during the last game that her brother put several shots of tequila in her hands to try to relax her. It kind of worked, even if she’s a little bit tipsy when she FaceTime Lucy latter that night.

“Ona are you drunk?” Lucy asks after hearing her girlfriend giggling about everything during several minutes.

“Nooooo, not at all my Love, why?”

“You are” Lucy laughs. “What have you done; you burden?”

“Nothing” Ona giggles again. “It was Joan, he forced me.”

“He sure did” Lucy says, rolling her eyes, before asking with a softened voice “You are at home, right?”

“I am. At home and safe” Ona smiles too “I can’t wait for you to come home though. I really miss you.”

“Tomorrow you’ll have me in all for yourself again. It won’t be long now.”

“I can’t wait”

Ona rolls on her side to get under the cover of their bed. The dogs are sleeping on Lucy’s place in the bed, but Ona didn’t say it to Lucy. Dogs aren’t allowed in their bed usually.

“How is your knee?” Ona asks with a suddenly sleepy voice, the alcohol starting to kick in.

“The ice was very welcome, to be honest.”

She shows her knee wrapped in ice and Ona frowns. She hates seeing her girlfriend in pain and even more if she’s not with her to help her to get better.

“This is so bullshit, honestly.”

“I know” Lucy shrugs.

What can she say more? She knows her girlfriend’s opinion and she know too that if things were reversed, she would have the same. But she doesn’t want to pick a fight now, she would rather look at Ona falling asleep.

“Sleep well Bonita” Lucy whispers when she spots Ona’s heavy eyes.

The younger girl only answers with a vague groan before falling asleep for good. Lucy smiles and for the first time since they started talking, she doesn’t hang up. She cute the sound on her side not to wake her girl up, but she falls asleep a half-hour later looking at dead-asleep Ona.

Ona is more excited than ever. Lucy was only several minutes from her now, Ona can follow her on the app on her smartphone. Of course, her girlfriend told her when she left Paris and when she was in Barcelona’s airport, but being able to follow her like this help her to be patient. Or to be even more excited, maybe.

“Mommy is coming home Narla!” Ona sings, making the dog waltz in the living room.

Narla barks and Ona really think that the dog understands what she was saying. Laughing softly when she tries to lick her face, Ona put her softly on the ground, to hug a jealous Coco. She kisses her head several times but stops when she hears a car stopping at the bottom of their building. She just has to take a look by the balcony to see her girlfriend collecting her suitcases before going in the building.

Ona is almost running when she goes to the door and Lucy just has the time to open it before being struck by a brunette storm. Lucy laughs when Ona jumps on her arms, securely passing hers around her girlfriend’s waist.

She lets Ona hiding her face in her neck, allowing herself to do the same in her hair, breathing with pleasure the comfort that her smell offers her. She smiles when the younger one start to kiss her cheek and then every part of her face she’s able to reach.

“Hi” Ona says happily when she retracks her head to have a better look at Lucy.

“Hi” Lucy laughs in return.

She puts slowly Ona down, kissing her lovingly on her lips this time. She doesn’t remember who and when they close the door, but it doesn’t really matter. After the kiss, Lucy grabs very softly Ona’s chin between her fingers to tilted it a bit and have a good look at Ona’s injury. Rolling her eyes but still smiling, Ona lets her do, waiting patiently while Lucy is looking at it.

“It’s look better, sì?” Ona asks after several seconds.

“It does” Lucy approves softly.

She then takes Ona in her arms again to hug her, enjoying Ona’s heath against her. The Spaniard sighs of well-being and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment.

“I missed you so much” Lucy mumbles against Ona’s hair.

“I missed you too” Ona smiles, raising her eyes to look at her.

The sweet moment is interrupted by Narla, who seems to think that all of this is very cute but she waited enough for her humans to have their reunion and that it’s now her turn. The small dog nudge Lucy’s knee with her nose, making both girls laugh.

“You know I missed you too!”

Lucy manages to take Narla in one of her hands without letting Ona go. But it was before Coco came too, barking with what could be vexation.

“Oy and you too of course! I’ll never forget my boy. Sorry, Bonita” Lucy grins at Ona when she needs to let her go.

Too happy to have her girl back to even imitate a pout, Ona let Lucy with their dogs, taking her suitcases directly to the bathroom to start the laundry. She smiles hearing Lucy’s talking to the dogs, even if she can’t really understand all she was saying. They both are barking happily, and Ona doesn’t hear when Lucy asks “Alright, where’s Mama now?”.

She’s soon spotted though, Lucy’s hugging her from behind only ten seconds after that.

“Fuck the laundry, Babe. I need to catch all the hugs and kisses I missed” Lucy mumbles against Ona’s neck.

“Mh I don’t know if you deserved it, you choose the dogs after me just two minutes ago” Ona jokes before turning in her arms.

“You know very well that I’ll make it up to you”

Lucy has a smirk and a playful face, who make Ona smile wider. She knows that they will be separated again during the Olympics – if Ona is selected of course – but those separations aren’t easy anyway. Ona feels like it got even harder every time. She just too used to have Lucy next to her in her daily life.

Lucy drags her on the couch, and they put something on TV that none of them is really watching, too busy to hug, talk, look and kiss each other. Maybe not in that order.

“I’m hungry and I probably should go take a shower” Lucy yawns when the sky is almost dark.

“Go shower and I take care of the food” Ona decides before getting up from the couch.

She was already turning her mind upside down to know what to cook to Lucy, when the girl takes her by the arm and make her sit on her lap. She stoles a rather hard kiss to the younger one before letting her go.

“Now we can go” she smirks, getting up to even left the room before Ona.

Ona stays still in the kitchen for several minutes after deciding that it was better to command something for tonight. They are both tired and the fridge is empty, they really need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. When she’s alone, she’s usually feeding herself with fruits, avocado toast and Iberic ham, much to Lucy desperation.

Lucy finds Ona sitting on the table in the kitchen when she’s showered, smiling at her with her phone in her hand.

“What?” Lucy asks.

“Nothing. You’re here, walking with your two knees. I’m just happy.”

How can someone be so cute, adorable and dramatically hot at the same time? Lucy asks herself for the hundred times since she met Ona.

“Happiness looks good on you.”

With two steps, Lucy is in front of Ona, passing her arms around the smallest girl. She just can’t help herself, with time she even sometimes forgot that they are supposed to be private about their relationship in public. So, in private, she just can’t keep her hands away from Ona. The Spaniard being touchy, she never complained about it.

“You can congrats yourself, you are the reason of my happiness.”

“Look at you, who is the sweet talker now?”

Ona laughs, it was one joke during the first days of their relationship. Lucy liked to hit on Ona with the most random sentences ever. It wasn’t in attempt to flirt really, she just wanted to hear Ona’s laugh every single second. She had other things to flirt with Ona and make her fall for her. She never had to try hard to be honest.

“But I see no food cooking. Were you planning to give yourself to me for diner?”

“You wish” Ona laughs when Lucy wiggles her eyebrows. “I ordered to the Thai restaurant across the street. It will be here in like ten minutes.”

“Perfect.”

She made Ona squeak when she takes her suddenly in her arms to go to the couch again and dropping her on it before wrapping herself around Ona.

“We have time for more hugs until they come” she decides.

“We have” Ona confirms, smiling softly.

Looking at the ceiling, she starts to stroke Lucy’s back under her shirt. She can feel her muscles contract under her soft skin, and she just have to take a look at Lucy’s face to realize that she’s half-asleep. Lucy must feel her girlfriend’s gaze on her though, because she mumbles

“’m not asleep”

“Sure, Beautiful” Ona laughs slightly.

She smiles again when Coco jumps on the couch to install himself next to them and raise her head a little bit when she hears noises that she can’t really identify.

“Oh. Looks like Narla wants to show you her new rocks” Ona informs Lucy when she sees the dog starting to align to rocks in front of the couch.

If Coco groans before heading back to sleep, Lucy groans and sit down, rubbing her eyes. But she can’t be mad at her dog who have a strange thing for rocks when she looks at her with so much happiness, wiggle her tail with excitation. And she just has to look at Ona’s smile to feel her heart melt. She’s the happier girl in the world. She would never complain about anything.

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #woso one shot #lucy and ona #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze

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citrusbatsandhoneybees · 1 day

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Lucifer X Fem! Pornstar! Reader SMUT

A/N: God I'm finally done with this! I've been so excited to share this! Hadddd to try to write my own getting caught fic after reading and getting inspired by @heart-of-the-morningstar's Behind (Not So) Closed Doors fic, (If you haven't read it obviously go read it right now) and maybe I've got another idea for another one. Tehee~ I LOVED writing this, and I hope you like it!

Synopsis: Reader used to be a pornstar, and Lucifer gets caught watching one of your films.

Content Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Heavy Smut, mentions of porn, masturbation, voyeurism, teasing, edging, oral (m receiving) and fingering.

Word Count: 7K

Divider Source: cafekitsune

You used to be an actor for Valentino. You quite enjoyed doing those long films, and they started to gain a lot of traction. However, after a while, Valentino had tried pushing you towards doing shorter films that didn’t have any plot outside of the erotic parts, and you refused, effectively showing him that you no longer had any worth to him. When you first arrived Hazbin Hotel you were quite literally at your lowest; losing your only job since arriving in Hell and having been kicked to the curb. However, since getting there it has done nothing but good for you. You have gained a new home, safety, and a small community to be a part of, so you’ve done everything you could to be helpful to its’ cause.

Quickly Lucifer had caught sight of this, and you were able to form a valuable comradery between the two of you in your efforts to help Charlie. Almost instantly the two of you clicked, from being able to share similar senses of humor and a mutual hate towards Alastor the bond you formed made the two of you stronger. However, you never really spoke of your past with the King of Hell. You were scared that it may put him off, or disgust him, and he would no longer want to be friends with you. You knew how he used to feel for sinners, and you didn’t want to give him any reason to hate you.

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You and Charlie were up early that morning making breakfast together for the other residents of the hotel. Cheerful music played and flowed through out the kitchen as the two of you hummed and worked at a steady rhythm together filling the area with an aroma of sweet, fluffy pancakes and scrambled, seasoned eggs. A small smile formed on your face as you looked towards the princess who was hard at work.

“Do you think we should make some bacon too?”

Charlie’s warm humming finished, and her long blonde hair flipped to the side, as she turned to look back and answer you.

“OOooh! If you’re finished that would be great!”

With a small nod, you made sure to push all of the yellow fluffy eggs to separate dish as you worked on placing the strips onto the hot pan. The meat sizzled and popped within the grease that pooled below. By the time the food was officially cooked, a few of the others had joined the two of you in the kitchen, and started to make their own plates, eating happily at the dining table and island that the vibrant room held. For the others that hadn’t arrived, like Husk and Lucifer, you joined the princess in setting nice trays to bring up to their other rooms. Then for a final touch you placed a small glass vase on each of the trays with a small set of flowers that Charlie had brought inside. Abruptly, after the two of you finished, a rush of dark green smoke enclosed the trays, and pulled them away to the doors of the respective residents.

After feeling the chilling magic send the food away, you glance over to Alastor who gave you a bone-rattling grin and turned back away to eat your own breakfast with your friends. You decided to take a seat next to your old work friend, who sent you a much warmer smile, and settled your fingers around some silverware to pick up bites of the pancakes you helped make.

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While everyone was eating together Lucifer was hard at work in his workshop putting together a specialized, custom rubber duck. He had spent several days on this, creating different prototypes, but never was fully satisfied with the result. He wanted, no needed, for this one to be perfect so that he could present it to you. Maybe then he could have some confidence to finally ask you out. He had been tiptoeing around the idea for a while now, but it never seemed like the right moment for him. Of course, he worried that you would reject him, how couldn’t he be?

While he continued his tinkering the king turned on some background noise to accompany him. Lucifer wouldn't normally watch or enjoy television because he believes it scrambles the brain, but during his stay at the hotel he has astutely learned that using current technology is a sure-fire way to piss off the radio demon, so naturally he invested in one for his room. He was grateful for it too because it was able to help him tune out any wandering thoughts, totally not about you, that normally invaded his mind during the noiseless hours.

Quiet clicks sounded from underneath his hand as he screwed together a small piece to place inside of the little rubber gift, but before he could finish with the piece Lucifer whipped his head around to the abrupt sound of knocks that resonated throughout his room.

“Char Char?”

He called towards the door but didn’t get an answer. The blonde groaned lightly as he stood from his work bench and stretched out, rolling away the strain his muscles had from his sitting position. Satisfied after a few stretches, he started his trek towards the door. Lucifer barely noticed, but the television shifted to another movie after the previous finished as he walked past. Once he placed his hand on his golden doorknob, he turned it to open and revealed a mahogany tray with a couple plates full of a nutritious breakfast, a tall glass of apple juice, and a small glass vase with a set of orchids. Then next to it was a small bottle of golden syrup and a folded note. On the note was a wish good morning with small hearts drawn to it, in your handwriting. A small smile painted its way across his face as he looked over the tray. Slowly Lucifer bent over to grab the little slip of paper, and traced his thumb over the ink as he stood back up. She's so sweet. His heart warmed as he looked it over and reignited his motivation to finish his small gift.

Inspired to get back to work, Lucifer was quick to bend over once again and pick up the tray you and Charlie set up for him, however he was interrupted by the echo of a familiar voice. Before he could identify who it was, he turned his head to look through the hallway, to no avail. Then he heard it again, a little clearer now, he recognized that it was coming from behind him, and Lucifer turned back towards his room. Calling towards the room, he searched for the source and soon inferred that it was your own. Leaving the door to close behind him, he turned his head towards the large television that stood over a grand dresser, and soon his jaw dropped. On the screen held an image of you in elegant clothing, arguing with some other sinner that you were with. He froze, mouth remaining slack, and eyes widened as he watched the film. The script seemed quite cheesy and dramatic, but he had never seen you like this, and he especially didn’t know that you had been involved in recording a film, and a lead at that. Once the initial surprise weared away, he took a few steps away towards a bed that stood across the television and sat, watching the movie closely.

He remained entranced and engaged with the film as it continued. Lucifer was mesmerized with your acting as your character involved herself in more and more romantic activities with the character that filled the role of being your “love interest”. He couldn’t believe or understand why you had held this away from him. You were good, really good. Lucifer continued to watch as the two main characters were put in a room together, only to realize that there was only one bed to share. He chuckled lightly to himself at the predictable nature of it all as he leaned his head against his hand. However, after a few more moments, he wasn’t able to keep such a comfortable position. The scene had quickly shifted towards something more pornographic. His eyes widened once again, and he roughly wrapped his hand around his mouth as loud moans flooded past your lips from the love interest’s touch.

He wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that the film had took this turn, it was hell after all, but his body tensed as he watched your hands wander down the other actor’s chest and before he could stop it, rapidly his own mind wandered on and imagined how your touch would feel on himself.

“Shit shit shit…”

Logic told him that he shouldn’t watch any further, especially since you hadn’t even told him about this, and he was about to leap towards the remote until he saw the camera zoomed in towards you and your passionate touch, causing only more torture for the poor devil. His face flushed, and it wasn’t too long until his hardened arousal started to pull his attention towards it. He felt small twitches under his boxers after every exaggerated moan that the speakers poured out, and soon he felt the absent-minded need to buck his hips for any friction that he could get.

“Fuckkkkk..”

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You remained content in the kitchen, sitting close to your friends, and slowly eating the food off your plate as you made small conversation. You laughed lightly as you watched Angel continue to tease another sinner from across the table throughout the meal, and after you finished the last few bites of your fluffy eggs you took the opportunity to help Charlie. Taking your dishes and a few plates from the others that had finished before you, you made your way across the kitchen to the large steel sink. You easily rinsed off any of the remains that were left behind, before filling the vessel with hot soapy water and starting your task of scrubbing away anything that you may have missed.

The princess was quick to take her place next to you, grabbing a small towel, drying off the ceramics, and putting them away. It was a successful meal that the two of you started together and now cleaning away together. Soon some of the others brought over their plates and left the kitchen after giving the two of you a thanks. Then, Angel Dust was the last one to walk over.

“Thanks toots, delicious as always.”

You gave the spider demon a smile and a nod as you continue scrubbing with the yellow sponge, not expecting anything more out of the conversation.

“Short king never came down, disappointed?”

Of course. He nudged you with his elbow as small flush ran across your face. The actor never hesitated to tease you about your relationship with Lucifer; you rolled your eyes towards the demon, and lightly gestured towards the princess as you looked back at him. Hoping the knowledge of her being there would shut him up.

“What are you trying to say?”

Angel Dust looked you up and down and raised his brows in response with a smug smirk laid across his face. He hummed lightly, waiting patiently as Charlie finally took a few steps away to put away some of the dishes she had dried.

“You should go up there, finally make a move toots.. Alone~”

This again? A small scoff escaped you, and you turned your head to look over to the spider as you set a clean cup to the side. You caught sight of his wiggling eyebrows and let out a small laugh.

“Angel, you know I won’t”

He shook his head and rested one of his hands on his hip. He was getting tired of this song and dance between the two of you.

“And why not?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him before you returned to your task, explaining your reasoning once again.

“First off, I don’t think he feels that way.”

Before Angel could interrupt you, you speak a little louder and look back at him as you continue.

“Second! I don’t know if he would like me if he knew what I used to do. What if he finds out and he’s disgusted?”

A light laugh runs out of the actor, and he rests one of his elbows onto your shoulder as he leans down against you.

“Sweet cheeks you were hot in those films, 10/10, if he saw them, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.”

Before you could respond, Charlie spoke up brightly from behind you. You didn’t even realize she was back to dry more dishes.

“Whatcha guys talking about?”

You whipped your head around to respond frantically, but the arachnid beat you to it.

“Oh, I was just tellin her she should go check on your dad.”

You wanted to send the spider demon a glare, but Charlie looked over to you with a glittering grin.

“Oh, that’s a great idea! He’s probably working on something, and you know how he can get tunnel visioned when he works on something!”

Charlie giggles lightly thinking over her father’s small quirk, as she looks over to you.

“I don’t want to leave you to clean everything Charlie.”

You retorted, trying to escape the spider demon’s incessant setup. You wouldn’t hear the end of it if you went up there.

“Oh, don’t worry toots, I can help her!”

Charlie looked over to Angel with practically sparkling eyes, and then back to you insisting that you should go. Heavy drops of frustration started to fill you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to back out.

“Okay! but I’ll be back with his dishes, okay?”

You gave the two of them a reminder of the tray that you helped set up for him this morning and stepped away to dry off your hands. You shoved the wet sponge towards your old work friend and started to walk out of the kitchen. Your last view of the two in the kitchen was Charlie back to being hard at work, and Angel Dust using two of his limbs to make an erotic gesture, and one other to make a phone next to his ear. You flipped him off as you made your way out and started your trek to the elevator.

As you arrived at his floor, you stepped through the engraved elevator doors, and walked towards his suite at the other end of the hall. It wasn’t too long before you were in front of his door. The mahogany tray was still there, left abandoned and now cold to your dismay. You worried over Lucifer. Had he really been that distracted with his project to not answer his door? You just hoped that was the issue, and he wasn’t spiraling again. You started to speak as you twisted the gold encrusted doorknob open.

“Lucifer! You missed your breakfast, are yo-?”

As you slipped the door open, a mixture of moans started to pour past the large crack. You froze until you had heard a recorded line.

“YY-yeah useee mee~”

Is that?? Your heart started to rapidly pound against your chest as you realized that Lucifer could have been watching a rerun of one of your films. Shame pulled your heart strings. You pushed open the door, tray still in hand, and words were ready to fumble past your lips to try to explain yourself. A small click sounded behind you as the door shut behind you, and your jaw dropped at the sight. You looked towards the television to reaffirm your thoughts, then back at Lucifer. Fuck he's gorgeous. He laid against his mattress unabashedly pumping his member, as his head leaned against his headboard. The pretty sight caused a strong heat to swiftly pool within you, and your thighs quivered with anticipation. You felt a strong fiery magnetic pull force you to take a step towards further, and before you even realized the heavy tray you held had tipped forward in your lack of attention towards it.

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Before you even arrived at his door, Lucifer groaned down at his predicament, and looked back towards the screen to see a large image of your cheek pressed against the others sinner’s cock. His eyes bulged at the sight, and his body grew more desperate for relief. His teeth clamped down onto his bottom lip as he worked through the choice whether or not to relieve himself or not, and quickly decided to go against his better judgment for it. The blonde huffs, pushing his pants and boxers down and away to quickly rid himself of this issue. Lucifer revealed his desperate standing member, that already had started leaking precum running down his length, leaving it slick and ravenous for friction.

He grunted as he felt the cool air against him and wrapped his hand around it. Lucifer started slow strokes up and down the whole of his length. His head leaned back, hitting the top of his headboard, as he continued the slow pace. Lewd noises from the film flooded his ears, as his mind ran through images of you: your tongue running up the side of cock, wrapping your pretty lips around him, and taking him fully down your throat as you did on the screen in front of him. Then to other images: pushing himself deep inside of you, making you scream his name, and screaming your own in return. Eventually low groans started to leave his throat as he started to quicken his pace, and his eyes fell shut. As Lucifer started to rapidly rush down the course of an orgasm, his free hand gripped the sheets next to him, and low repeated whimpers of your name slid off his lips like a prayer.

Just as he found himself on the edge, a loud crash and shatter reverberated around his room. Panic rushed his veins, as he abruptly ripped his hand away from his length to hastily jerk up a blanket up and across his body. Lucifer then looked towards the source of his interruption and saw you. Shame, overwhelming shame, filled him as he saw you. What was he thinking!? There was no hiding the humiliation he felt. You stood just inside of his door, breakfast tray slightly tipped forward and your eyes rapidly switched between him and the television on his wall. Lucifer worried that you would scream at him, and rid your relationship with him all together, but instead the quick realization of the mess you had created had you setting the tray down. He watched in shock as you got on your knees to attempt to clean the spilled apple juice, and shattered vase. As you were about to grab the first piece of glass, he snapped his fingers, poofing any of the messy evidence away. You looked back up at him and watched him as countless apologies started to fumble its way out of his throat.

His glossy eyes stared over to you as you approach his bed to sit on the edge, feeling the overwhelming warmth cover your face as you look over towards him.

“I- it’s okay… I mean that’s what it’s for.”

Slightly unsure of yourself, you crawl a little closer to the man, and he backs up until his back hits flush against his headboard. Lucifer remained ashamed of his actions but grew slightly confused as he watched you get closer, getting more aroused by your actions. You stopped crawling, your weight now falling onto your knees once you were close, sitting in front of him.

“And you’re not grossed out?”

“What? No?”

You asked as you looked over to him, with worrisome eyes, and Lucifer looked back at you with concern and a large bundle of confusion. He shook his head feverishly and waved his hands. Why would he be grossed out? You should be the one that was repulsed by him. He yearned to move forward and comfort you but stayed like stone in his spot, as to not make you uncomfortable. His answer was enough to push away some of your insecurities as you continued.

“Is that what you want?”

You gestured towards the screen that continued to play, now on a scene of you riding the love interest of the film. Lucifer gulped slightly as his eyes turned back to the television, feeling his cock sinfully twitch once again in anticipation from the film. Then he turned his head back to you, who stared back at him wantonly.

“N-not exactly…”

Were you assuming wrong?? A small panic raced through you, and stuttered your actions, but allowed him to continue. He saw the panic in your eyes. Realizing his fuck up, he continued to fumble through his stuttered words.

“Wait! No, no no no n-no! What I mean is.. I.. I want you.. I need you.”

He emphasized his last words as he leaned forward towards you. Your own heart stutters from his statement and pushed your thighs together slightly as you allowed your hand to move up and brush off some of the sweat that collected across his brow. Then you gently held his face, tracing his cheek with your thumb as you met his softened eyes with your own.

“I need you too.”

His lip trembled slightly from your words, and he pushed himself forward off his hands. Then a small smile pulled at your lips, as you met him in the middle to press your soft lips against his. Your heart continued to pound hard against your chest as your lips met. Feeling the euphoria of finally being in the moment you wished for so long. The first kiss was gentle and slow, as you continued to trace gentle circles across his cheek. Lucifer chased after your touch for a moment as you pulled away to look at him, and he looked into your eyes. His own woozy smile graced his blushed face after the shared high of your first kiss and after you laughed lightly at his expression. Once you pushed away the pieces of blonde hair that had fallen out of place, you moved forward to kiss him once again.

Soon your lips pressed further against his, and the pace picked up to a more feverish one. Taking initiative, you opened your mouth a little to allow passage for your tongue to brush against his bottom lip. He almost too hastily opened his mouth to match yours and you started to massage your tongue against his skinnier split one. He melts further into your touch, proving himself to be like puddy in your hands. A smirk spreads across your face as an idea hits you, and with a slow hand you place your fingers onto the edge of the blanket he hastily threw over himself to bring it down. Lucifer pulled his face away from yours, and his breath broke into heavy, hot pants as he wipes away the saliva that connected the two of you.

“Y-you don’t have to!”

Lucifer stares into your eyes, worried that the two of you were advancing further than you were more comfortable with. You bit your bottom lip, grateful for his kindness, as you reassure him.

“I want to help you finish your movie, Luci. Would you like that?”

Your voice carried a seductive edge, and Lucifer swallowed hard while nodding eagerly in response. With a small giggle, you returned to slowly removing the blanket from him. He clenches the sheets beside him in anticipation and bites his lip down hard. The ravenous look you held had him feeling desperate for your touch. As you finally pulled the covering past his waist, you got an up-close view of his hardened arousal. It stood tall, leaning against his stomach, practically quivering, anxious for more. You quickly threw the cover away as you stared down at the sight. The pure white member was slick with large amounts of his precum, and the head’s color was a pretty pink contrasting from the rest of him. Pushing past the thoughts of pouncing on him right there, you looked back up at him as you tugged his shirt lightly. He helped your efforts and practically ripped off his shirt as you pulled his pants past his hooves to leave them abandoned on the ground away from you.

Breathlessly you looked his body over, admiring his pale white skin that was warm to the touch. He truly was Heaven’s prettiest angel.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your hand traced his chest and stomach as you whispered. He picked up on your compliment and if he could blush more, he felt it. Lucifer watched you as you looked back towards the film, and realized you were just on time for the next scene. Your lips pulled to a tight-lined smirk as you moved to sit on your knees to his side, and he looked over to you slightly confused.

“If you need me to stop, tell me, okay?”

Lucifer nodded towards you at your request, but the king hadn’t completely comprehended what you had suggested earlier, not quite understanding why you were at his side now. Amused, you laugh lightly and grasp his chin to lead his sight back towards the screen. Leaning in close, he felt your hot breath against the shell of his ear.

“The movie, pretty boy.”

You cooed, and he quickly put the points together. Realizing the teasing he was probably about to endure he bit back a whimper and stared back at the screen. The television displayed an exaggerated scene. The camera zoomed in showing only you as you started to grind against the other actor. Your moans streamed out the speakers, helping you overwhelm his senses. His cock twitched against his stomach, and luckily for him your hand gently wrapped around him. Lucifer felt a fleeting sense of relief as you touched him, and you started to press small pecks against the lid of his ear. You prompted leisurely pumping him at a slow pace, aiming to pull any pleasure out of him you could, as you continued your sweet affection across his ear and down his neck. Continuous translucent pearls ran past his slit, sliding down his head. A grin grew across your face at the sight, as you rubbed the slick precum up and down his member.

It was pure torture for him to only watch this fake version of you, and agony to keep his hands to his side. You continued your cruel pace up and down, and Lucifer writhed and moaned from your strokes. You eagerly continued to fulfill your incessant need to pull more of these precious sounds, and luckily for him you allowed his hip movements, but you kept stopping those in mind for the future. Lucifer started to plead between his desperate gasps and moans.

“Please.. p-please faster.”

You obliged and picked up the pace to keep a quick momentum. Your small pecks changed to more exchanges between open mouths kisses and small bites against his chin and neck. His own breath picked up and grew more ragged as he clenched his eyes, focusing on the waves of pleasure. Noticing this, you lectured him with a teasing tone.

“Ah. Ah… Luciii~ the movie?”

Lucifer whimpered, and obediently forced his eyes open to watch the film. His jaw fell, and remained open as continuous moans left his throat. His legs quivered, and his hips bucked up into your grasp as he felt a tight thread start to rapidly coil within him.

“Fuck FUUuck, Yes! I- I’m gonna-!”

As Lucifer started to rolling towards the edge, you ripped your hand away from his member. A loud whine escaped from him as he continued rutting his hips up searching for the friction that was taken away from him. Before he could complain, you explained your cruel punishment.

“You’re not even close to the end yet Lu~.”

He turned his head to look back at you. Lucifer had been pulled away from two orgasms now. Sweat soaked his skin, his cheeks flushed, and drool colored with a hint of golden blood ran past his lips leaving a glimmering line down his chin. His desperate expression forced a tingling heat started to pool within you, and you felt your own panties slick beneath you from your arousal.

“Can’t you at least finish this scene for me?”

Lucifer hesitantly agreed, nodding toward you and reluctantly turned his eyes back towards the film. His body tensed lightly as he prepared himself for what was next. A mischievous grin twisted your lips upwards, as you wrapped your fingers around him once again. You returned to the pace that you left off with, and he choked back his breath from the brutal swift pace. He begged out to you, whimpering out your name as he writhed under your touch. Ironically, he wanted to pray for release.

“What…? I thought you wanted me to go fast Luci~?”

The next few minutes felt like hours, as the scene continued on. It was truly addicting for you watching the painful pleasure you brought him with simple strokes, feeling your own body slick and wanting for more.

Lucifer never asked you to stop, so you edged him on and on, pulling away if you needed to keep him from releasing until you recognized that the pornographic scene was close to the finish. Enthusiastically, you prepared yourself to finally fulfill his wish. Keeping your strokes steady, he watched with surprise as you moved your place back in front of the man and gave him a warm smile as you leaned forward to lick his weeping head. The new sensation had Lucifer’s head reeling as he absent-mindedly bucked his hips forward. As you continued, you hallowed your cheeks, and wrapped your perfect wet lips around him, taking him fully down your throat. Lucifer practically saw stars as his cock was engulfed down your throat. Your eyes gazed up at him, as you practiced your skill, tracing your tongue up and down the side of him as you pushed your head up and down at a steady pace.

“S-so so so perfect.. F-feels soo good!"

Lucifer’s eyes stayed fixated on you as you used your freehand to lead his own to your hair. He eagerly took the opportunity and wrapped his fingers through your hair pulling it as softly as he could in his predicament. Quickly the familiar feeling of the thread coil tightens, and you were able to understand him instantly as he pleaded with you once again. Though this time, you gave him your acceptance with a small nod, and not a second later he was seeing stars.

“Ahhh fuck! Th-thank thank you thank you!”

His glazed over eyes clamped and he clenched his teeth as his head hit his headboard. Lucifer felt his mind stop as shockwaves of rippling pleasure ripped its way through him. His body jerked up from underneath you, and you kept your lips wrapped tightly around the tip as you gave him slow strokes to help him through his orgasm. You swallowed the thick spurts of his seed that leapt out of him, making sure to collect everything before you pull yourself off of him. He watched eagerly as you licked your lips and took in the addicting sweet taste of his angelic cum. Wiping away any of the left-over fluid across your chin, you made your way over back to his side and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You cooed, whispering sweet things into his ear, as you held his hand, and rubbing your thumb gently over his knuckles.

Once he was finally able to form a full thought, a wobbly smile formed across his face as he leaned his weight onto you. He took in a deep breath before pulling your knuckles to his lips to place a gentle kiss to the surface. A small sigh escaped from you from his soft touch, and you looked over to view his tiresome glow. After a few moments, a light tug of concern pulled at your heart, as you worried about the small possibility that you may have gone too far for a first time.

“It wasn’t too much was it?”

He rigorously shook his head before he turned his body fully to look into your eyes.

“No… no! you were perfect hun.”

You matched his gaze, and the tender affection that radiated off his expression gripped your heart. He traced gentle shapes on your knee and moved forward to press his lips lovingly against yours. His warm fingers weaved through your hair and held you close. You felt his lips turn up against yours, and he pulled himself flush against your chest as your arms naturally wrapped around his neck. Lucifer pulled himself away before leaning his damp forehead against yours. As the two of you remained in your place, a silent peace fell on you. He was the first to break it with a hesitant whisper.

“I love you..”

You picked up your hand from around his neck to trail through his hair as you reciprocated his words.

“I love you too.”

You could feel you heart thumping in her chest, as the two of you meet together in the middle. Warmth flowed between them during this gentle, slow moment, and Lucifer achingly dragged his claws down the bottom of your thighs until he was able to hook his hands under your knees. With his hands anchored in your legs he pulled you up until you sat on his lap. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his waist and Lucifer’s lips pulled away only just enough from you to share his shaky hot breath.

“Please, let me make you feel good too.”

The blooming heat within you was fertilized with his words, and you agreed to his request with a low whisper, and he gratefully took this opportunity using your position to lift you and lay you against the cool sheets. A light gasp escaped you as he brushed your hair out of the way and traced his lips down the side of your neck. Once he reached the crook of it, he grazed his teeth against it, receiving a delightful shiver from you. His lips turn up against your skin, and his tongue moves past to roll over your sensitive skin as he moves one of his hands from your thigh to bunch your shirt up past your chest. Your breath hitches as his hot black claws tenderly trails from your navel up to your chest to cup and fondle your breasts. Mindlessly your head pushes back against the plush pillow, and heavy gasps pour out of you as he starts to circle of areola, and gently roll your nipple between his forefinger and thumb sending shockwaves to your abdomen. Lucifer readily moves down to be between your breasts and continues his nipping slowly down towards your navel, pushing your pants and damp underwear down during the process. As his attempts to remove your clothing gets blocked by himself between you, he sits back and is able to get a full view of your sensual state. His mind reels at the sight. Your eyes were half-lidded, holding a hungry expression, and your mouth hung open just enough to allow heated pants to run past your lips as you stared over at him. Slowly small marks started to show, decorating your skin from his previous nipping. Your arms laid at your side after being taken away from his neck as he laid back, waiting to return to their earlier position.

“So.. beautiful...”

He muttered under his breath as he pushes the clothing past your legs to throw off beside him and sinks down to his spot between your legs. You watch him plop down between your thighs, and suddenly the sound of his breath hitching runs to your ears as he examines the hot, soaked, slit that laid there. As he continued leaving feather-light kisses on your inner thighs, you feel the soft circles Lucifer draws around the sensitive core that had your deep entrance clenching for more. Your hand made their way to his blonde hair and his eyes remained straight on you, entranced by the small sounds that slipped from your throat and the view of your glistening cunt, as he riled you further. As one of his prolonged circles ended at the bottom of your entrance, your breath gets ripped from your lungs as he plunges one of his fingers deep inside you. Lucifer had to steady his foggy brain after feeling you: hot, soaked, tight, and pulsing around him. The blonde thought that he could practically cum right there just from the feeling of you. Slowly he starts to make a consistent pace, thrusting his finger in and out, and in and out of you all while curling it upwards to pull the most pleasure from you. Your head tipped back, and your toes curled as the heavenly drag of the tip of his finger, reached in places your own couldn’t, and sent your shockwaves to your core. He adored this; Lucifer wanted nothing but to please you, to treat you like the goddess he felt you were. It wasn’t too long until moans and praises pleaded for more.

“Sh-shit Luci.. So.. good for me..”

His eyes glimmered from the praise, as he stared up at you from your slit, deeply into your eyes as he continued, making sure to study your reaction to find what exactly made you feel absolutely and utterly blissful. Not even a moment later his lips parted allowing his tongue slip through, and he made quick work to flick it up across your pleading clit. The sudden wet attention had your hips bucking from underneath him, against his face and hand. Sonorous moans continuously gushed out of you. He excitedly continued his attention inside you, as he started to suck the sensitive bud intently as he continued to flick his tongue up it at the same pace of his finger. Your tight grasp started to pull at his scalp, and hot white pleasure overwhelmed your mind, as you arched your back up off the bed. Lucifer pleaded with pent-up whine came from between your legs as you tugged his hair. Then soon a skinny scaly tendril wrapped around one of your thighs joining his other hand to pull it back as Lucifer plunged another finger with the other, causing the tight thread that started it’s endless knotting within you threatening to split.

“F-Fuck Love I’m gonna-!”

Your toes curl at the feeling and your melodic warnings of the impending results of his touch graced his ears. Lucifer was unrelenting, continuing this pace as he aimed to tip you over that edge. A few seconds later you felt the thread snap, causing your legs to tremble under his touch, and your back arched further up from the bed. Harmonious whines and moans flooded out of you as trails hot fire overtook your mind and body while you released from underneath him. Lucifer calmed the pace of his fingers down, and watched, mesmerized by you and your walls pulling his fingers further as he helped you ride out your orgasm. As the arch of your back relaxed, and your breathing steadied, he slowly slipped his fingers out of your tight grip.

“Sooo gorgeous hun, and so…”

He spoke lowly as Lucifer moved up to face you and positioned his hips back in between your soft thighs. Slowly his fingers were placed to the surface of his lips, pushing past, as he made a show of sucking the slick that coated him. A heavy breath fell to your ears as he allows the fingers to leave his mouth and used his tongue to lick his fingers frivolously. A smirk paints his expression as your eyes met his once again.

“... delicious..”

You couldn’t help but smile back at him as you see his face. You admired his expression as you saw his chin glisten with your slick and saliva and his half-lidded eyes looked towards you like you were the sweetest dessert he had ever tasted. A whisper of a laugh falls out of you between heavy breaths, as your arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck, and the tips of your fingers raked through his blonde locks.

Delicately, he held your cheek to lean forward and give you another honey-sweet kiss. For a while it remained as tender and sugary as it started. His lips parted to massage his tongue against yours, and you could taste a faint hint of his blood and you spread across it. You would live in this fleeting moment of connection forever if it hadn't been for the damned need to take a breath. As the contact between the two of you was split, Lucifer could feel your heated breaths against his cheeks. The two of you cherished each other's comfort as you pressed your foreheads against each other once again. A soft smile graced his lips as he savored being with you and held you close.

It wasn’t long till the blonde started to feel the natural need to have you closer. Then he pulled you up against him; your legs instinctively wrapped their way around his hips again. However, your breath picked up as you felt his newly, almost forgotten, arousal against your core, and watched as a guttural groan sneaked its way past his clenched teeth. You looked over to him and whispered to open his now clamped eyes.

“Luci...”

His eyes flickered back to yours as you spoke and felt as his breath hitches at the sight. He looked towards you lovingly; You practically glowed beneath him. Your own breath was bated, and your eyes brimmed with an emotional passion, and fervor. You may have been in an intimate position, but this was so much more than the film he was watching before, and he was relishing having you.

All of you with him.

“Fuck me Love…”

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Bonus Scene:

Angel Dust continued cleaning the resident’s dishes and took over drying them as the princess moved on to round up the other sinners for an exercise. Then the engraved kitchen doors creaked open with a groan. He didn’t question it too much as he saw the feline bartender stepped in and brought the now only half-empty tray to the sink. A simple clink sounded besides the arachnid as the tray was set against the counter, and Angel looked towards Husk with a raised eyebrow.

“Not hungry or what?”

Husk looked back to him after he strolled towards the coffee machine and rubbed his temple, trying to will away a migraine that started to form.

“No, those two are finally fucking.”

He could hear the creaking and moaning through the floors. Angel Dust’s jaw dropped as he set his rag and plate down, and the corners of his lips curved devilishly.

“Hell yeah finally! That’s all me baby! I did that! Pay the fuck up!”

Husk grumbled with a small roll of the eyes, and turned back to him after he poured the black steaming liquid into his mud. The pornstar looked back to him with his hand outstretched and a smug grin that revealed his shining golden tooth, but despite Husk’s small frustrations he handed over the twenty that Angel was looking for.

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a/n: Haha poor Husk, anyway, hope you enjoyed! <333

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This man

Best friend Jeonghan x fem!reader

Warnings: maybe a little swearing, kissing

Genre: idiots to lovers, fluff/suggestive MDNI

Summary: You've loved your best friend, Jeonghan, since forever. You're so obvious, but he's an idiot. The question is, are you an idiot too?

You spot Jeonghan as soon as you step into the cafe. This was one of your most favorite cafes, so many good memories here. He was with Joshua (as usual). You and Jeonghan were best friends since primary school, and he found Joshua during his University years. Two best friends from two different times.

You wave hi and take off your coat, hanging it on the back of your chair before sitting down. Jeonghan looked at what you were wearing and smiled. Somehow you two had managed to dress similarly on one too many occasions. Today he wore a pastel green and white chequered shirt with light blue jeans, while you were dressed in a pastel green dress with little white daisies sprinkled on it.

'So, what was so important that I had to get here asap?' You ask.

'Were you busy?' Joshua asked. 'We could have met later.'

'I was working on something with Ver-' You were cut off by Jeonghan who was placing your order all of a sudden, very loudly.

He knew your regular order from here, so he ordered without even asking you. And you just stare at him (a little starstruck every time, but also with a stab of annoyance this time). Communication wasn't one of Jeonghan's strongest points and miscommunication, on the other hand, his natural self. You knew he was mad about something.

'So you were saying?' Joshua said, taking a sip of his coffee.

'Right. I was with VERNON.' You said, emphasising on your friend's name because you knew this made Jeonghan very jealous.

You didn't even know what it was about Vernon that got to Jeonghan so much. Vernon was one of the coolest people you've ever met. You felt lucky to be working with him since he always had the most creative ideas (and best snacks and the bestest cats!).

'Oh right, how's that new project going?' Joshua asked, ignoring Jeonghan's annoyed sighs.

'Really well!' You reply with a smile and you could sense Jeonghan's eyes bore holes into your head.

'What's the matter Jeonghan?' You ask, giving him an irritated look. 'What are you looking at me like that for?!'

'I'm waiting for you to stop gushing over Vernon for a minute' Jeonghan retorted.

'Yah! I wasn't gushing!' You snap, kicking him under the table.

'Oh real mature, Y/N' he grumbled kicking you back. But his shoe landed on your bare calf, making you gasp.

'That's my leg you idiot!' You say, glaring at him.

He looked to the side as you lift your leg from under the table. His expression changed immediately.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' he cooed suddenly, bending down to run his hand over the skin. You feel butterflies in your tummy as his fingers touch your skin.

'It's alright.' You said, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

You sit up straight, only to see Joshua giving you a look.

'What?!' I mouthed to him and he just shook his head with a grin.

Jeonghan straightened as well and said 'You obviously enjoy spending time with him more than with me now.'

'Like you enjoy spending time with Joshua more than with me?' You tease back.

'I don't!' Jeonghan whined.

'Yah!' Joshua had a funny frown on his face.

'Stop bullying me now!' Jeonghan said, taking a bite of his cake.

'Ok ok, so what's the 'thing' you had to tell me?' You ask, digging your fork into Jeonghan's cake.

'So we're having a party at ours this weekend to celebrate the release of my first single album!' Joshua said with a big grin. 'It's doing really well, so we thought we should celebrate. Just some close friends.'

'Oh great!' You said with a smile. 'It's all I see every time I open social media!'

Joshua blushed and said, 'You should bring Vernon too.'

'Of course I will.' You said and you could see Jeonghan rolling his eyes at that.

Jeonghan was mad at you all day. He ignored you and backed out of any conversation you were part of. It made you so mad!.

'Whats the matter babe?' Vernon asked.

'Hannie's being a bitch and I don't even know why!' You muttered, taking his cup from him and sipping his drink.

'Go talk to him' Vernon said with a shrug.

'Right, he runs away every time I try.' You said sadly, sitting next to him, and placing you head on his shoulder. He rested his head on yours and said, 'You two are the biggest idiots I know.'

'What? Why?!' You asked sitting up and looking at him.

'Because, Jeonghan is whipped for you. And you are for him. Two idiots.'

'He's my best friend.' You said with a pout.

'So? Can't best friends love each other? Can't they be a couple?' Vernon asked.

'Yah, don't be loud!' You whispered, touching his hand.

'Well?' He asked. 'I know you love him. Not as a best friend, but as something more.'

'I can't risk it, Vernon. He's not just my friend, he's literally my whole life.' You said sadly. 'I would rather be his friend than going and ruining it all for more.'

'Darling, he feels the same way' he said. 'You should see the way he looks at you and the way he's glaring at me right now' Vernon laughed.

'Stop it!' You said, slapping his hand. 'Oh God, help me!'

'Go for it!' Vernon hyped you up. 'Please, so that he would stop giving me those death stares'.

'He does not!' You said, not believing your own words since you knew how he felt about your friendship with Vernon.

'Please turn around' Vernon said, and you did slowly.

Jeonghan had a drink in hand and he leaned against the door to the kitchen. He WAS actually glaring at you both. You have never seen such a look on Jeonghan. He wasn't a hot head. He actually never got that mad - he was more into solving his problems strategically than with his fists.

'You should go.' Vernon said again, nudging you with his elbow.

'I think I should' You agree and stand up. Taking a deep breath, you walk towards Jeonghan. Seeing you, he pushed himself off the door and started walking away. You run, blocking his way.

'Hey!' You said, 'I want to talk.'

'I don't' he said, trying to step away. He was way taller than you, so it wasn't that hard for him to escape.

'Hannie please!', You said in a small voice, head hung. The only voice you knew would get him. You were right because he froze and turned to look at you. Taking your chin between his index finger and thumb, he raised your face up.

'What's wrong?' He asked, his voice laced with worry.

'We have to talk' You said, and he nodded, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom. He shut the door behind you. Folding his hands against his chest, he said 'Go on'

You squirmed under his gaze. He was just looking and you were falling apart.

'Um' Your voice and vocabulary decided to say goodbye at the very moment and you stood gaping at the gorgeous man in front of you. His beautiful brown eyes set on you and his dark hair falling over his forehead, almost over his eyes. His black round neck T-shirt and light blue jeans looked perfect on him. You thought he was way too beautiful for someone like you.

You felt the soft material of your navy blue dress crumble under your tight grip.

'What's it sweetheart?' He asked softly. 'Since when do you need all this time and formality to tell me anything, hm?

'Since I'm an idiot and a little bit greedy at this point.' You said, blushing.

'What do you mean?' He asked.

You couldn't look at him. You were embarrassed of yourself, and your pathetic attempt to tell this gorgeous human being that you have been in love with him for a good 10 years. You wanted to cry and you wanted him to just understand already. But Hannie's a tease. Even if he knew he wouldn't say anything.

You sigh and said, 'Sorry I wasted your time, Hannie. You should get back to your party.'

He looked way too shocked to even move. And the look on his face scared you to death.

'You've gotta be kidding me!' He said, his eyes wide.

'Whaat?!' You whine.

'You should try not to tease a man like that!' He growled. 'I just want to spank you for all the times you bring it this far and brush me off!'

'Oh woah woah woah!' You say, holding your hands up. 'Me?! I AM THE TEASE NOW?!'

'Of course you are!! Every single time I think that it's about to happen you pull away! You FUCKING pull away and leave me hanging!'

'I've NEVER brushed you off!' You said, your body shaking. 'Why would I ?!'

'Why don't you tell me that?' Jeonghan snapped.

'Why don't you?'

'You first'

'Jeonghan!' You let out a frustrated sigh.

'I won't let you out of this room until you give me an honest answer.' Jeonghan said, shaking his head.

'Oh right, we'll see about that!' You snap and walk towards the door.

He was there first with his bloody long legs. He blocked your way, locked the door and pressed his back to it.

'Move.' You said as seriously as youbcould. 'Now.'

'I'm sorry, can't do that'

'Why Jeonghan, pray tell!' You said, trying to pry him off the door.

'You know why sweetheart' he said, his voice low and menacing.

'I don't! I can't think why, ok?' You lied, even though could see it now. Vernon was right. THIS MAN!

'Oh you know.' jeonghan teased. 'I can see it on your face.'

'I could just kill you right now!' You mutter, taking your hands off him.

'You naughty girl. Brining Vernon here even though you know that it makes me so mad.' He said, taking a step towards you.

'Hannie. Stop.' You said, putting your hands against his chest to hold him back. 'Vernon is my friend. You know that.'

'Really? Just a friend?' Jeonghan asked, his voice anything but innocent.

'Yes' You said.

'Doesn't feel like it'

'Wow, sounds like a you problem!'

He took another step forward, you took one back. The back of your legs hit his bed and you lost balance. You plopped down at the edge of the bed, looking up at him. Your heart raced and the butterflies in your tummy did you no good. He just looked at you and he looked absolutely ravishing.

'Jeonghan, stop looking at me like that!' You whine, covering your warm face with your cold hands.

You hear a chuckle before he kneels down in front of you.

'What's wrong baby?' He teased, his hands on your wrists, pulling your hands off your face. 'Don't hide from me.'

'Oh my God!' You were absolutely melting under his gaze.

He laughed, not his usual gremlin laugh, but a more sweeter one.

'Are you shy?' He asked. 'Really? For me?'

'I won't shy away from slapping you if you don't stop teasing me!' You warn him.

'Go on then.' He said, turning his face a bit, showing you his right cheek. 'I don't think I can ever stop.'

And you shocked yourself by pressing a kiss on his soft cheek. And before you could pull back, you felt his hand at the nape of your neck. And his lips against yours. You think you died for a moment there, before he pulled you back to life.

Biting his lip, he watched you. Then he kissed you again. And again. And again.

'Baby why are you crying?' He asked, his forehead pressed to yours.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until he asked that question. Wiping your face quickly with the back of your hands, you said 'I've wanted to do that for so long, Hannie'

'How long?' He asked, tilting his head.

'Um... 10 years?' You said, shy and embarrassed.

'What?!' That incredulous look came back to his face. 'You kept this from me for 10 years?!'

'I was scared!' You said. 'I didn't want to lose you!'

'Did you ever stop to think that maybe I felt it too? Why do you think I never had a girlfriend? Why did I put you first all the time?'

'I thought you had a secret girlfriend because you used to giggle into your phone all the time after you started uni!' You said with a shrug.

'What?! I don't giggle!' He said, squeezing your thigh.

'That's not the point. The point is that I thought you met someone at uni. Until I knew that it was just Joshua. Then I thought you were with Joshua!'

'You DID NOT!' he said, turning beet red.

'I'm sorry, Hannie. I knew that when you brought him home' I said giving him a sheepish smile. 'He wouldn't stop flirting with me, haha'

'Mhm' he said with a smile. 'And?'

'And?'

'You wanted to say something?' He asked, his hand still on your thigh.

'Maybe' you muttered. 'Since you're being a big baby and you won't say it first.'

He didn't say anything, just grinned.

'I love you, Hannie. I'm so in love with you.' You said, your insides feeling warm and fuzzy. 'So so much.'

'Yeah?' He asked, cupping your face with his hands. 'That's good, because I'm in love with you too.'

You squeal like a little girl and throw your arms around him, giggling and kissing his cheek.

'Say it again' you say, holding him close.

'I love you. I love you. I love you.' He said, hugging you tight. He kissed you again, long and deep. His lips are wet and warm on yours. This is simply the bestest kiss ever. Then with one arm around you, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone.

'Shua's looking for us' he said, putting it back.

'Come on, let's get back to the party. Poor Shua.' You said, standing up.

On your way to the door, you stopped still as you felt his hand land a slap on your butt. Face red and voice shaky, you asked, 'What was that for?!'

'For cuddling up to Vernon before' Jeonghan replied simply.

'I thought we were over that'

'You deserve it for teasing me all day!'

'Says the tease!' You retort and move back quickly as he took big steps towards you, caging you between his body and the door, his arms on either side of you. You grin even though this made your legs go all wobbly.

'You are so hot, oh my god!' You said, hands covering your face again.

He laughed and said 'I'm trying to look intimidating here!'

'Ok, hot and intimidating' You said, as he pulled your hands off your face. Again.

He just leaned forward and delivered another mind blowing kiss. 'And, just so you know, you're hot as fuck too'

You laughed and said, 'I love you Hannie'

'I love more, baby.' he said with a wink.

Joshua and Vernon grinned like idiots as they saw you, but were kind enough to keep the teasing for later. But you knew that you wouldn't hear the end of it for a very long time.

When Jeonghan drove you back home, you asked him if he wanted to go up to your apartment with you.

'And do what?' He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

'Shut up!' You said, turning away to hide your burning cheeks.

He laughed, parking the car and coming up with you. Your roommate was spending the weekend with her boyfriend so you had the house to yourself. Keeping your shoes on the rack near the door, you walked in, for the first time as a couple.

Jeonghan followed you into your bedroom and climbed into your bed. He patted the spot next to him and held out his hand for you. Heart fluttering and legs shaking, you were way too nervous.

Though you have had way too many naughty dreams and fantasies about Jeonghan, seeing him on your bed was a bit scary. You've slept on the same bed so many times over the years, but things are so different and easy when you're just friends.

You put your hand in his, letting him pull you into his arms. Placing your head in his chest and listening to his heartbeats felt surreal. He may have noticed how tense your body was because he kissed your forehead and said 'We don't have to do anything today, ok? I just want to cuddle with you and kiss you for now. We can take it slow.'

'Thank you Hannie' You said, feeling relieved.

You place a soft kiss on his chest. Jeonghan smiled and pulled you closer, if that was even possible. Flush against his toned body, you were trembling a bit.

'Hannie?'

'Yeah?'

'I've only ever dreamed of this...I can't believe you're really here, like this-' You didn't even know what you were saying.

'Yeah? What other dreams do you have? We'll make them all true!' Jeonghan whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

'Don't be so cute!' You said, burying your face in his chest again.

His breathy laughs were the best. Everything about him was just more beautiful now. He's your boyfriend after all.

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sourmiguel · 2 days

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Hi there!

Biggest sterek fan here, could you recommend any Alive Hale family fics where they love Stiles and want Sterek to happen.

Bonus point if Peter plays the matchmaker and tell Derek to stop being uptight

Pretty please 🙏.

Also thank you for the amazing work you’re doing with your blog, much appreciated 🫶🏻

Hey! I have so many Alive Hale Fam fics bookmarked it's crazy! I love them so much. I'm not coming up with any Peter ships Sterek specifically, but here is a wide variety of some fun Alive/Meddling Hale Fam fics:

Blind Date With a Book by thepsychicclam (wc30361, mature)

Summary: Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books. Derek didn’t know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date.

I’m totally obsessed with this fic. So cute. I love Derek and his aversion to his blind dates. I love Stiles and how cute and eager he is. I love their game nights. I just love this.

Follow the Jelly Beans by @afailureandamasterpiece (wc5793, teen)

Summary: Derek waves hello to everyone else who is gathered around a bare tree and hops up the stairs to his childhood bedroom to put on his soft flannel bottoms. Gracie had picked them out especially for him last Christmas and he made sure to pack them for the traditional pajama decorating party. Only his pants aren’t in the bag. In fact, none of his belongings are in the bag. It’s not his bag at all. “Oh no,” he mutters, sifting through the contents. “Who the fuck packed this?”

I love: meet cutes, Hale family love, single father!Stiles, fluff. This has all of that.

Just a Hobby by kaistrex (wc3009, teen)

Summary: Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the world of the supernatural and the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

Silly Derek, trying to shelter Stiles from the big bad world of the supernatural.

When You’re Close I Feel The Sparks by Leslie_Knope (wc39671, mature)

Summary: The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles’ poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

This is the best kind of HSAU - still in the ‘verse, just everyone lives. I love the progression of their relationship and the twists and turns of this fic!

Hale’s Modern Encyclopedia of Playing Cards (and Dating Humans) by thepsychicclam (wc49698, mature)

Summary: Wolves don’t date humans. And Derek’s okay with that. He’s got his Pack, his friends in the Pack network, and lacrosse. Plus, he plays cards with his grandma all the time. Stiles Stilinski definitely doesn’t factor into his life - no matter how much of a crush Derek has on him. But when bird creatures attack Derek, Stiles, and their friends in the Preserve, Stiles finds out about werewolves and things get pretty complicated. For Derek at least. And he thought school was his only problem, but now he’s grounded and Stiles is hanging around way too much for Derek to ignore him any longer.

I adore Derek and Stiles’s relationship and the growth it goes through in this fic. I think Derek with an uncontrollable crush that makes him wolf out in Stiles’s presence is so cute. I also love the Hale fam and the way Stiles (and Scott and the Sheriff) just get folded in after the crazy. So good.

Children’s Tales by @artemis69 (wc4690, general)

Summary: Be careful, little girl. Don’t go causing troubles in Beacon Hills, little girl, because the Hales live there. Keep away from Beacon Hills, little girl, or the Hales will destroy you. – Or: In a world where the Hales are alive and the protectors of the town of Beacon Hills, the humans politely fake ignorance of their not-really-human status, and they all live happily ever after. Then Kate comes in. Well. Tries to.

There are so many things about this fic that I love - the Sterek friendship, the Hales protecting the town, and the town protecting the Hales right back. So great.

Followers, let us know if you have any Peter ships Sterek / Alive Hale Fam fics for us!

#sterek #fic search

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t00thpasteface · 3 hours

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all of your post are making me want to watch M.A.S.H.... and I do really like stuff involving the korean/vietnam war.... do i do it?

it really is great if you already have experience with other art/fiction created during and after the vietnam war. Apocalypse Now comes to mind, but that really undersells how much of a total fluke MASH was for its time. i mean, it started airing while the vietnam war was STILL HAPPENING, and they HAD to keep it about korea just so they could get on the air, AND this was less than five years after the Hays code ended. it was the 70s, but it was also the 70s, you know?

you NEED to go into this show acknowledging that it was produced in a very very particular window of time; as much as we tend to think of pop media as existing in this anachronistic homogeneity wherein which things remain static for decades, that is not the case, and MASH is very very clearly a product of its time, as everything unavoidably is. general consensus is that the show really "grew the beard" around season 4/5 (the last 2 episodes of s4 are some of my favorite episodes of the whole show) but it's never perfect, and you shouldn't expect it to be. and this too has a metanarrative merit to it. we are all capable of evil (or just saying things in poor taste) even when our intentions are good, etc...

on the other hand, sometimes that's an incredibly impressive thing. watching MASH with a solid lens of its contemporary audience and culture will reveal all sorts of little shocks and rebellions that would seem tame or even regressive to a later audience such as us. if you have a cool parent or older friend/relative to watch this with who was alive at the time of the vietnam war and remembers seeing the dead bodies on the news every night, watch this with them. alternatively, check out commentary online by people in that age range, as well as writer/actor/director commentary if that's your bag (sometimes alan alda was all 3). enjoying antiwar fiction like MASH with that cultural context is like using one of those little decoder lenses on a cereal box or whatever. i said to another asker: "by 70s tv censorship standards, this show was basically on-screen gay sex and flag burning."

it's fucking uncanny when something in MASH strikes you and you can see how little has broadly changed in global politics since. and yes that's a tragedy. but i think there's a corollary to it:

#INCAPABLE OF SAYING ANYTHING CONCISELY. I HAVE THOUGHTS. mom and i were just talking about this exact thing yesterday #and talking about her dad's journey from nasa scientist to hospital neurologist to hippie hermit camping in an rv #as it related to that cultural shift around that time. so yeah sorry you hit some very particular timing with this ask #shebbz shoutz #ask #mash #m*a*s*h #meme redraw

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Our Little Secret (Part 53)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

Over the next few days, this was exactly what Mark did and what he found was something Sean knew would upset you greatly.

"It looks like your girlfriend's ex is a serial cheater and he has been for quite some time," Mark divulged, as Sean listened intently, taking in all the information with great interest. He already didn't like Cillian but this, this just confirmed it all for him.

"In early 2009, he cheated on his ex-wife with Sianna Miller, then in 2010 he hooked up with some model from Brussels when they were attending some kind of event. He also had a few flings while filming, one with Annabelle Wallis in 2014 and another with his assistant Julia. Then of course he went on with your girlfriend and knocked her up, but who's counting?

"Fuck me," Sean gasped as his face blanched at this revelation and he felt disgust building up within him.

"Do you think she knows?" Mark asked, looking at Sean with curiosity written all over his face.

Sean sighed heavily, "I doubt it. She's too engrossed in the whole idealized perception of this man to actually see who he really is," he told his friend impassively.

"You still want to play this game, then?" Mark taunted, grinning at his friend's reaction.

"I think so," Sean replied flatly.

"Good because I called that woman from Brussels, and she confirmed the affair," Mark said proudly, wondering how Sean could possibly break the news to you now that he had some proof.

"And what now? Am I just going to tell her about it or, -?" Sean pondered aloud to himself before rubbing his temples with his thumb and index finger, feeling a growing sense of urgency brew within him.

Having spent hours on end gathering the information on Cillian's alleged infidelity, Sean couldn't help but feel a strong compulsion to confront you with the evidence, forcing you to make a decision regarding your future with this man.

But, at the same time, Sean also knew that his actions could potentially cause the two of you to drift apart as well. Revealing dirt on your ex would make him look bad and jealous, which was something that could be detrimental against winning you over.

Thus, Sean spent several days mulling over the best course of action, coming up with various scenarios and schemas until, eventually, he hit upon a seemingly flawless plan.

Mark had agreed to write about it to you, anonymously, seeking your comment on these allegations before publication would take place. He knew that this would prompt you to discuss the matters with Cillian and thereby creating a conflict between the two of you just before the wedding without Sean actually having to get involved.

Sean thought that this was the best way to go about it and make you question the wisdom behind your ongoing platonic and yet conflicting relationship with Cillian.

And, of course, the plan worked when, on the Monday morning, a few days before Siobhan's wedding, you received an email with the subject line "Unverified Allegations Against Cillian Murphy - Invitation to comment" sent from a reporter at the Irish Times, from an email address you didn't recognise.

"Dear Miss Y/LN

I am writing to invite your comment for an article that is currently being put together here at the Irish Times. The article deals with unverified allegations of extensive infidelity of the Hollywood actor, Cillian Murphy, with whom I understand the recipient of this email had an affair during 2023.

The allegations relate to incidents reported between 2007 to 2024 respectively and whilst we have already received statements confirming these allegations from some of the other women involved, including model Alana Simmons and two others, we would also welcome and appreciate any relevant comment you would wish to make.

I look forward to receiving your reply, which we will ensure is included in its entirety in our article.

Kindest Regards

Mark Schulze

Reporter

The Irish Times"

You squinted at the screen, feeling a strange mixture of shock, anger, and confusion. What the fuck was this?

You stared at the email, your heart beating fast. You couldn't believe what you were reading. It couldn't be true, could it? He had always been adamant that you were the only one he had ever cheated on Danielle with and you wondered whether it was all a lie.

Was all that you had together a lie? Did he ever love you? Could he ever love you?

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Austin part 3

Austin Master List

Chapter Warnings: Language, cheating, angst, Fluff, feels, Smut 😘

A/N: Reader is new to the Austin area with her husband and teenage son. When a car accident brings her face to face with Jensen Ackles. Absolutely no disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not represent reality. This chapter is a little long, but I needed to set up the story. I edited this fast so please overlook any mistakes.

All work is my own, don’t take it

18+ Minors DNI

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The rest of the night was pretty quiet. Jacob offered to cook dinner which you happily agreed to. As he was cooking you sent Jensen a text.

You: Hey Jensen are you busy?

Jensen: Nope. What’s up?

You: You wanted me to call you but I didn’t want to call unannounced so I figured I’d see if you were available.

Jensen: Yes. I’m not doing anything. You can call whenever you want. Or better yet…

Your phone rang and it was Jensen. You smiled and answered. “Hey.” “Hello beautiful. How is Jacob doing? How did the talk go?” He asked. You smiled when he called you beautiful. It made you blush a little too. “It went really good. He’s glad I kicked him out. He’s pissed at his dad which is understandable. Jacob is an amazing young man. I’m so glad I have him. (Pause) And you.” You said hesitantly. “He seems like a great kid. I’m glad you have him and me too. I’m glad I have you too, Y/N.” Jensen said. Your breath hitched. “Hey, Y/N. You okay?” Jensen questioned. “Yeah I’m okay. I guess I’m just still trying to process the past few days. It’s been a roller coaster of emotions.” You said. “I understand. It’s really quiet here and it’s hard” Jensen said.

“I’m so sorry Jensen. I know you’re used to the house being filled with the sounds of your kids. Are they coming home to you or are they going with Danneel?” You asked. “Right now they are coming home. They are just staying with Jared for the weekend so D can move out and I can figure out what to do next.” He said.

“Do you need some company? We could hang out and talk or watch movies or whatever you want” you asked him. “That actually sounds great. Want to come here or do you want me to come over there” Jensen asked. “I can come over there if you want me to. Jacob is cooking dinner so it will be after dinner. Is that still okay? It’s not too late is it?” You laughed. “No, it’s perfect. I’m about to cook something myself. I’ll text you my address. Just let me know when you’re on your way so I can make sure to open the gate.” Jensen said. “And, Y/N, thank you. I appreciate you coming over.” He said. You smiled and said “you’re welcome Jensen. I’ll see you soon.”

You hung up and Jacob said dinner was ready. The two of you sat at the table eating. “Mom, I am so sorry dad did that to you. You deserve so much better than that. I was going to go out tonight with Becca but I can stay home if you want.” Jacob said. “No honey. You go out with your friends. Wait, who’s Becca?” You smiled. Jacob blushed. “She’s one of the friends I went to the lake with. She’s really sweet and asked me out.” “Oh Jacob, that’s great. Go out with her tonight. I’ll be fine. I’m actually going to go out myself. Jensen and I are going to hang out and talk. His wife just left him so we are kinda like kindred spirits right now.” You told him. Jacob smiled and nodded.

Once dinner was done you washed the dishes and sent Jensen a text.

You: I’m leaving my house. I’ll be there shortly if it’s still okay.

Jensen: I can’t wait. See you soon.

You smiled, grabbed your keys and purse and headed out the door. On the way to Jensen’s you decided to stop and pick up something. Your mother had raised you to not show up to someone’s house empty handed. You knew exactly what you were going to pick up. You parked your car and got out. You pushed open the door to the store and were greeted with a sweet hello and smile. “Hey honey. It’s good to see you again.” She said. “Hey Ms Betty. How are you today” you smiled. “I’m good. How’s that boy of yours?” She asked. You smiled because you couldn’t believe she remembered. “He’s doing pretty good. He’s actually on a date with a young lady named Becca.” “Oh sweet Becca Lynn. She’s a good girl. Very sweet and very pretty.” Ms Betty said.

“Well, what can I get for you honey” she asked. “Can I get a 2 pints of the chocolate brownie. Jensen recommended it and I really wanted to try it.” You said. She smiled softly and her eyes seemed a little sad. “How’s he doing honey? I heard what happened with him and D. I can’t believe she cheated on him with his good friend. Then she left him and those kids.” Ms Betty said as she started to scoop the ice cream. “Yeah, he’s doing as well as he can. I’m actually taking him a pint of the ice cream as a surprise.” You told her. Ms Betty smiled and nodded. She handed you the pints and you went to pay for them and she said “Just be good to our boy. Treat him right and be there for him. He’s one of the good ones.” She said shooing your money away. “Ms Betty, I promise you I will do whatever I can to help heal his heart and be there for him. He’s an amazing man and a great friend.” You smiled at her still trying to pay for the ice cream. She smiled and said “broken hearts need unconditional love and ice cream. It’s on the house honey.”

“Thank you Ms Betty. I appreciate it.” You smiled. “Give Jensen my love, and Y/N, love him like he deserves and he will be yours forever.” She smiled and winked. You smiled, nodded and left. You couldn’t get what she said out of your head. She’s older and you know how older ladies like to play matchmaker, but was she seeing something you didn’t. Jensen is sweet, but his marriage just fell apart and so did yours. There is no way he has feelings for you.

You got in your car and drove to Jensen’s. When you pulled in the driveway you saw this beautiful home in front of you. Then you saw Jensen. Leaning against the doorway, long legs crossed at the ankles. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans without shoes. Your breath hitched and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You bit your bottom lip and tried to shake away the thoughts creeping in your mind. It didn’t work. This man was sex on two legs and you wouldn’t say no.

Jensen pushed off the doorframe and walked down the stairs towards your car. He opened the door and when you got out he pulled you into a hug. “Thanks for coming” he said as he kissed the top of your head. You melted into his arms. You pulled back and smiled “thanks for inviting me. I brought you something.” You held up the bag and he looked puzzled. “Ms Betty sends her love” you laughed. He laughed that hearty laugh he’s known for and without hesitation he pulled you in and crashed his lips to yours. Your mind was racing. You love kissing him but he didn’t hesitate.

Jensen pulled away “I’m so sorry Y/N. I don’t know why I did that. I mean I love kissing you but I…shit…I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” You placed your finger on his rambling lips and told him “it’s okay. I love kissing you too. Now let’s get this inside before it melts from the heat.” Jensen nodded, smiled and led you into the house placing his hand on the small of your back.

Walking in his house you took in the beauty. It was an open floor plan and absolutely stunning. “Wow Jensen, it’s beautiful”. “Yes you are” he said looking at you. You blushed and smiled at him. He walked you into the kitchen and put the ice cream in the freezer. “Figured I’d give you a tour if you wanted before we started eating the ice cream.” He said taking your hand.

Walking from room to room you saw how his face lit up talking about memories with his children. Anytime he mentioned his wife he looked so sad. You would gently squeeze his hand and he’d smile. He showed you the kids bedrooms and of course they were adorable. Then he stopped in front of his bedroom. He opened the door and stepped in. “This is my bedroom. Well it was our bedroom but I guess now it’s just mine.” He looked around. You walked up to him and put your arms around him pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry Jensen. Ms Betty told me what happened. Seems like we both really understand what the other one is going through.” You offered him a soft smile.

He smiled and there was a comfortable silence that fell between you two. He cupped your face, leaned down and kissed your lips softly. You ran your hands in his hair and he pulled you closer. The kiss changed. It was deeper and filled with need. Your tongues fought for dominance. Jensen’s hands ran up your back and you felt his arousal push against you. As you pulled away your breath hitched. You could feel excitement and want radiate through your body.

Jensen felt it too. He took your hand and led you to the bed. The two of you sat down and kissed again. The kiss became more intense and the two of you laid back. “Is this okay” Jensen questioned. Words wouldn’t come. You shook your head yes. As the two of you laid back Jensen’s hands started to roam up your body. As he found your left breast you moaned into his mouth. He gripped your breast through your shirt. God this man was driving you crazy. With each touch and each kiss you felt your arousal growing. You wanted him. Was it wrong to want him? Did you even care if it was? Did he want you too?

Jensen felt you tense a little. “Y/N, I’m sorry. We can stop. This was too soon wasn’t it” he panicked.

You looked in his beautiful green eyes and shook your head no. “No, Jensen. I don’t want to stop. It isn’t too soon. I want you to touch me. I…uh…want you.” You said in a breathy voice. He pulled his shirt off over his head with one hand exposing his perfectly toned body. You bit your lip and could feel the slick pooling between your legs. You leaned up and pulled off your shirt. Jensen looked at your bra covered breasts and smiled. You reached your hand around and unhooked your bra. Your breasts sprang free and Jensen bit his lip. “Damn you’re beautiful” he said taking in the sight of your exposed chest. He cupped one breast and his mouth took the other in. Sucking it and nibbling the nipples. You arched your back and gasped. He felt so good and the electricity coursing through your body was something you’d never felt with your husband.

Your mind was racing. You both were still married, but you both are heading for divorce. Is this wrong? How far are you willing to go, how far is he? Do you really care. Jensen Ackles is making out with you and clearly he wants you.

You felt his hands on your body and leaving kisses up and down. He made his way to your pants and stopped. He leaned up “we can stop. We don’t have to go any further than kissing and what we just did. I would love more, but I’m willing to wait for as long as you want.” “Jensen, I do want you. I want you to touch me and to take me as far as you want to go. I’m just scared. Not of you but of me. I know how being with someone changes things and if I’m being honest I already have feelings for you.” You said without looking at him.

Jensen smiled, lifted your chin until your eyes met. “Sweetheart, I have feelings for you too. I thought that was obvious. I know we both just got out of bad relationships but I really feel we can make it. I can’t explain it but I really feel that way.” He placed a kiss on your lips and you moved your body closer towards him. “Take me Jensen, make me yours. Please” you whispered.

You laid back and he started to unbutton your pants. You lifted your hips so he could take them off. Jensen threw them to the side and stood up taking his off. He was in his boxers and you in your panties. Jensen looked at you, took his tongue and brought in his bottom lip biting it. “Damn sweetheart you’re absolutely gorgeous.” You blushed. “Are you ready, Y/N. We don’t have to do this. I want you to be ready” he said sweetly. “Jensen, I’m ready. I’m more than ready. I want you and I want to be with you.” You slid off your panties throwing them to the side. “Now, make me yours, please” you said.

Jensen removed his boxers and his hard length sprang free. Damn he was bigger and thicker than you thought. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be easy.” He smirked. Jensen kissed up your thighs. You squirmed under his touch. His hot breath causing chills on your body. As he got closer to your pussy you could feel your body responding to his touch. His fingers slipped between your folds and you gasped at the thickness of his fingers. “You’re soaking wet baby” he said looking at his wet fingers. You smiled and gasped as he put his fingers back on. He hooked his fingers up and started to lick your clit like a starved man. You moaned loudly.

You couldn’t help it but you took a hand and held his hair, pushing him into you more. “Oh god Jensen. You feel so good. I’m going to cum” Jensen looked up and said “cum baby, cum for me.” A few more licks and pumps of his fingers and you were cumming hard. Your legs are shaking and he kept licking. You moaned loudly and grabbed his head. He hooked his strong arms around your thighs and kept licking your sensitive clit. You felt yourself close again. You moaned loudly and yelled “Oh fuck! Jensen I’m cumming again.” As you came undone for the second time Jensen backed away smiling.

You looked at him with a flushed face and smiled. “That was amazing Jensen. I’ve never felt like that.” He smirked and said “just wait.” He kneeled between your legs, opened the condom he pulled from the table and slid it on. He lined himself up and slowly started to push in. Your breath hitched as he entered. Oh he was so big, stretched you in ways you’ve never been before.

Jensen was taking his time entering you. Each thrust he would go a little further in. Moans escaped your lips and his. You both grunted and moaned as he bottomed out. He would pull out and slowly push all the way back in. Your toes curled as his hands roamed your body and his lips kissed you. “Oh Jensen, you feel so good. Please don’t stop” you said. “Mmm Y/N, you feel amazing. We fit together perfectly.” He thrusted in deeper. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure. The moans, grunts of pleasure and the sound of the furniture moving were swirling through the room, mingling together like a sweet symphony.

As Jensen sped up you moved your hips with him. Your nails running down his back as you pulled him closer. He kissed your lips and his movements got faster. He was chasing his release. As his release came he grunted and his movements slowed. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and as he softened he removed himself and got out of the bed.

He walked to the bathroom to remove the condom and clean himself up. When he returned he brought a warm washcloth to clean you up. After you were clean he threw the washcloth to the side and pulled down the blanket. You both crawled in the bed and Jensen offered you his arm. You snuggled into his side and placed your head on his arm. He kissed the top of your head and said “that was amazing Y/N. So much better than I had imagined. Thank you.” He kissed your head again. You looked at him and smiled. “Jensen that was absolutely mind blowing. I’ve never felt like that before and you were so gentle with me.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I” he questioned. You shook your head no. “You were perfect” you smiled. As you laid with your head on his chest you felt a little tingle in your chest. You tried to deny it but you knew. Jensen laid holding you and drawing delicate patterns on your skin. He was blissful, and not just because he had sex. Everything with you felt easy. Almost comfortable. Like you two had been together for years. He felt a little tingle in his chest. He tried to deny it but he knew.

“So Jensen, are you ready for another orgasmic experience? I’m kinda hungry.” you giggled. Jensen laughed “yeah let’s go put my theory to the test.” You both laughed. You started to get up but Jensen pulled you back into his arms. You giggled as he covered you with kisses. He let you go and you both got dressed.

Walking downstairs hand in hand you felt something shifting between you two. It was exciting but scary. Could you trust him with your heart, you thought to yourself. Jensen led you to the kitchen and grabbed a pint and two spoons. “Figured we could share the orgasmic experience” he winked. You smirked and nodded yes.

The two of you sat on the couch together and Jensen put on a movie. You have no idea what movie because you were too busy watching how he ate the ice cream. You could see now how he was able to give you an orgasm with his tongue. Damn everything he does is sexy as hell.

Jensen saw you staring and asked “you okay, sweetheart?” “Yeah, I’m just wondering if you’re trying to give that spoon an orgasm?” You chuckled. “You jealous” he smirked. You nodded yes. “I’ll be happy to give you a third one if you want.” He replied in a lust filled voice. You clenched your thighs together and moaned.

Jensen’s eyes turned a darker shade of green and filled with lust. He sat the ice cream down and took your spoon. His lips found yours. They were cold and tasted like brownies. His hands found the hem of your shirt and slipped under. He grabbed your breasts causing a moan to escape and a chill ran through your body.

Before either of you could comprehend you were making love again. This time was different. Jensen was incredible before, but this time it felt like your souls were making love. By the time you two were finished the credits were rolling on the screen. You had never been with anyone who took their time with you. It felt perfect, this felt perfect.

You knew it was late so you had to leave. A huge part of you wanted to stay but you had to get home to Jacob.

After you got dressed Jensen walked you to your car. “Thank you for coming over tonight. I want you to know I don’t regret anything you and I did. I wanted it. I wanted you.” He cupped your face and kissed you. You smiled “I don’t regret it either. I wanted it and you too. Thank you, Jensen for making me feel beautiful and wanted again.” You kissed him again and he opened your car door. “Call me when you get home.” He said as he closed your car door. You nodded and pulled out of the driveway.

On the drive home you replayed the events of the evening in your head. You smiled. Your phone dinged with a text message. You had your car read it to you. It was from Rob.

“Y/N, please don’t throw away our marriage. I love you. I couldn’t help myself. Call me. We need to talk”

You dialed his number. “What the hell do you want Rob?” You hissed when he answered the phone.

“I’m sorry baby. Please let me come back. I know I messed up.” He pleaded

“No, Rob. Absolutely not. We are done. You and Cindi have an amazing life together.” You said

“You know what you bitch, I was going to take you back but fuck you. I’m glad I have a pretty, younger woman to warm my bed. Good luck finding someone who will want a middle aged, used up woman to warm his.” Rob said.

“Don’t worry about me, Rob. I’m sure I’ll have no problem finding someone who can fuck me like I deserve.” You laughed then hung up.

You pulled in the driveway at home and saw Jacob’s car was home. You got out and went inside. Jacob was sitting on the couch eating chips. “Hey mom. How was your date” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I didn’t have a date. We just watched a movie and chatted.” You laughed. “How was your date” you laughed. “It was good. We had a lot of fun. There will be another one” he said.

“I’m glad honey. Well I’m heading to bed. Love you and good night.” You said. You went to your room and closed the door. You called Jensen. “Hey sweetheart. Did you make it home” he asked. “Yes Jens I’m home. Getting ready for bed. Jensen, I can’t stop thinking about earlier and you. It was incredible. I’ve never felt like that before.” You told him. “It was incredible. Thank you for trusting me enough to take that step with you. You felt incredible and I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He said.

The two of you talked about any and everything for a few hours. You kept yawing but didn’t want to go to sleep. “Sweetheart, you’re tired. Let me let you go to sleep.” He whispered into the phone. “No, I don’t want to go” you whined. Jensen chuckled “how about we go grab some breakfast tomorrow morning, or better yet you come here and I’ll cook for you.” “That sounds wonderful baby. What time do you want me to come over.” You asked. “How about now” he laughed. “I’m kidding. You can come over about 8 if you want.” “Okay. I’ll be there by 8. Let me know what I can bring.” You said. “You just bring your cute self” Jensen said.

“Well we should go to sleep. Good night Jensen” you whispered. “Good night baby. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jensen said. You both hung up and you sighed. Today was incredible and being with Jensen was beyond anything in your wildest dreams. You put your phone down, set your alarm and lay down. As you fell asleep you could feel your body tingle with anticipation and your heart fill with love. You knew it was too soon, but you couldn’t deny it. You were completely and irrevocably falling in love with Jensen. You only hoped he was too.

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lieslab · 1 day

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Somewhere only we know

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Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: You find yourself in an overwhelming pit of depression when your boyfriend interrupts with a plan to cheer you up.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.7K

Trigger warning: Depression and self-hatred.

A/N: I finally got around to this request!! This idea has lived rent free in my head for a while, so I'm glad I've finally gotten the chance to put it to good use. This might be one of the only pieces I've written that has me giggling and blushing. Enjoy <3

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The lights were off again and the ghosts were roaming. Whispers of hatred and the acidic self-insecurity had taken control of the reigns. You couldn’t remember the last time you smiled. It had been so long since you spoke, you couldn’t remember what your voice sounded like.

What was new? Trapped in another bottomless pit. Choking and screaming, you used to fight to stay floating, but something had just changed recently. Why was it so hard to be happy?

When did waking up feel like a chore? The walk to the bathroom felt like climbing Everest. Picking up your toothbrush was like picking up a boulder. Why did it all have to be so hard?

There was a permanent curve in your spine now. You couldn’t remember when your eyes were bright. Everything was easy when you were a naive child. Unfortunately, time changed and life went on. You didn’t have the safety of adults surrounding you.

That was the one thing that truly sucked about getting older. Sure, you could have friends and you had your boyfriend, but you had to face your battles alone. Your friends couldn’t make life choices for you. It’s not their responsibility to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

It’s something you struggled with. Part of you wanted someone to reach out. You wanted a helping hand and yet you didn’t. You wanted to be entirely alone and at peace. Let your eyes glaze over and the muted TV screen colors melt together. You weren’t even paying attention anymore.

The episodes of ‘The Great British Bake-Off’ blurred together. There were Italian cakes and pies. There were French pastries that you had no idea how to pronounce. The blend of sweet treats meddled in your mind.

You used to watch this show with such passion. Happily rooting for your favorites and becoming distraught when your favorites went home. Rolling your eyes at silly technical flaws and gasping when desserts fell apart.

With a scoff and a “I could do that better and I’m not even a baker,” you used to amuse Seungmin. You were the one that introduced him to the show. The two of you used to taunt each other over who could bake what dessert better. They were empty taunts and free fun, nothing less and nothing more.

You missed him. You missed him more than words described. It had been a while since the two of you had been around each other. Comeback seasons were always hard and there wasn’t enough time to juggle a relationship and his career.

You didn’t mind it, but he did. He was always feeling awful about not being around. Interview questions kept him preoccupied. Photoshoot poses had to be shot without his cell phone. Music videos had tight deadlines with all hands on deck.

It wasn’t really a surprise that the last text you sent him this morning went unanswered, but you still missed him. You missed those teasing and the taunts and the-

What are you doing?

A soft sigh escaped your lips and you shut your eyes. Even the memory of him was starting to physically make your heart ache. The two of you had been dating for a while and yet, you still weren’t used to these few weeks where life seemed a bit emptier.

Struggling with your mental health only made it harder. Were these dark shadows eternal? Were you cursed to drown in this wave of sadness? Maybe you weren’t meant for all of this. The never-ending wheel of misery that life seemed to be.

You were spiraling and you couldn’t help it. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached for the remote. Screw it, you were heading towards bed. That exhaustion always seemed to seep into your soul lately. Sleep was the best temporary cure for it. It was starting to get late anyway.

You pushed yourself up, picked up the remote, and then your body froze. Your ears perked up and you shifted towards your front door. Surely, nobody would be here at this hour? It was almost ten in the evening.

You swallowed your nerves and stood up. Wooden floorboards creaked beneath your weight. The doorbell rang once more. Closer and closer you inched to the door. Closer and closer until…

“I know you’re in there! Don’t leave me out here, it’s hot! I can hear you watching that stupid baking show. Let me in! This shit is heavy!”

You blinked in shock at the sound of Seungmin’s voice. Your hand outstretched and it didn’t take long for you to yank the door open. There your boyfriend stood with two hands full of plastic bags.

“Thank god, you’re still awake, I thought you’d be asleep. Now move your ass and let me in.”

“What are you-”

“Don’t ask until I have it all put together. Go sit on the couch and I’ll tell you when you’re done. You’re not allowed in the kitchen, so if you need me, just holler.”

“But why? You have work tomorrow and yo-”

“Nuh-uh. We finished everything early and the company gave us the next two days off. I’ve missed my significant other. Let’s go, haul your ass!”

He was used to your apartment. This was his home away from home. This safety net of love and compassion. He knew where you stored everything. He knew where your secrets hid and he had seen your inner demons roam.

You sighed at his insistence, but went back to the living room anyway. Sinking back into the couch, you glanced out of the corner of your eye. The kitchen was partly hidden by the bar counter that shot out of a distant wall. You didn’t know what he was doing with all the bags.

“If you’re making dinner,” you finally mustered up the courage, “we could have ordered takeout.”

“We’re not making dinner, but speaking of that, have you eaten?”

You frowned and your eyes went to the coffee table. The remote and a near full plastic bottle of water were sitting there. You thought it’d be easier to drink water from a water bottle, but it wasn’t.

“Not yet,” you admitted. “I’ve kind of been too soaked up in the show, I’ve been binging it.”

Seungmin knew that response was bullshit, but he wasn’t going to press you about it. He knew something was up with you when you stopped responding to his texts. He’d have to wait hours before he’d get a single response. He tried to answer as soon as he could, but then you wouldn’t respond.

He knew how much you liked to curl inward on yourself when you mentally struggled. You were good at shutting yourself away from the world. You thought it was fine, but he knew that if you kept it up, you’d collapse beneath it.

“Okay, so you can order us some dinner. I haven’t eaten dinner either.” It was a lie, but he didn’t want to make you feel guilty for being the only one getting food. “What are we thinking?”

“It’s getting late.”

“So fast food, it is.”

You chuckled and shook your head, but it didn’t sway you away. While bags ruffled and Seungmin grumbled and struggled in your kitchen, you ordered the two of yourselves food.

“Holy shit,” you got out.

“What? What is it? Are you okay?” He stopped what he was doing and rushed towards the living room.

“They’re totally backed up on orders! It looks like there’s a few places closed, so if we want food, it’s going to take two hours. I mean we could go get it, but I-”

“Do you think you can wait two hours?”

“Can you?” You jerked your head up to glance at him.

He grinned, “this is perfect. Go ahead and order and I’ll finish setting up.”

“I don’t like not knowing what you’re doing.”

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“What do you want?”

“The usual.”

As you ordered, he continued to set up until he finally finished. “Okay, I’m ready! Come out here now!”

You pushed yourself off the couch and headed towards your kitchen. Before you could make it there, he stopped you and shoved something over your head. You raised an eyebrow as you glanced down at the black apron. “What are you doing?”

“Every baker needs an apron.”

“Huh?”

He grabbed something from behind you and shoved it on your head. You stared at him in shock as he adjusted the puffy white hat. “Ta-dah!”

“Did you just put a chef hat on my head?”

“Maybe you should be thanking me because I didn’t put a rat up there first.”

You rolled your eyes and glanced over. A wide variety of ingredients were placed along the counter tops. Two large mixing bowls were situated on the counter behind you. You glanced at all of it in confusion.

“What is this?”

“Welcome to your very own version of your favorite baking show. The contestants are us and the winner gets bragging rights. The other will never be able to forget that they suck at baking.”

“You gave me a chef hat…for baking?”

“Cooking and baking are basically the exact same thing.”

Your jaw dropped in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that. You watch my show with me and you still don’t know the difference? Baking is usually measured ingredients and it’s baked whereas cooking is flexible and you can add and subtract things into your di-”

“Spoken like a true nerd. Anyway, let’s get on with the show. Chop, chop!” He clapped his hands and spun around. “Since I clothed you, I expect you to do the same. The stuff is behind you.”

You tried not to laugh as you put the apron over his head and tied the strings. When you were finished, you placed the chef hat on his fluffy hair and tugged too hard. He yelled the moment he couldn’t see.

“You’re cheating! Cheater! We’ve gotta cheater and the competition hasn’t even started yet!” He huffed and jerked the hat back up while you laughed.

There it was. That melodic sound that he thought about every night before bed. It was so rich and so glorious. He wished he could experience it until the end of time.

“You’re so dramatic!”

“Well, someone has to call you out on cheating and I’m the only one here to do it!”

“What are we making?”

“What if I said I haven’t figured it out yet?”

Your eyes glanced over in confusion. All the ingredients were sprawled out, but he didn’t know? “So what is all of th-”

“I just picked out a bunch of random stuff,” he shrugged. “There’s some different fruits. Flour, sugar, baking powder, and baking soda. I got some different spices and some vanilla. I just figured that we’d try our best to make something out of it.”

“We’re going into this blind?”

“Yeah.”

“I hope you know that this is going to be a disaster.”

“For you, it is. For me, I’m basically a pro.” He rubbed his hands together and then clapped. “Alright, let’s get this party started!”

You walked over to your bowl, grabbed it, and glanced at all the ingredients. “So what are you making?”

“I’m not telling.”

“How are we going to bake something without measuring cups?”

He froze and his eyes widened. “Wait, I thought you had those! Please don’t tell me that you…” You shook your head. “Oh no.”

You waved him off and shook your head a final time. “It’s fine, we can adjust. We’ll just use spoons or our hands. Speaking of that, I need to clean mine.”

“Ha! I’m already one step ahead of you. I’d never poison the judges with germs.”

“What judges?”

“You.”

“Oh.”

While you washed your hands, Seungmin headed over to the opposite counter and grabbed the flour. He started to tug, but the bag wouldn’t open fully. With a sigh of annoyance, he gripped the sides tighter and tugged.

When you heard sputtering, you whipped around with the dish towel still in your hand. You were utterly speechless as a puff of flour blew out of Seungmin’s mouth. The two of you stared at each other in silence.

It covered his entire face. Both of his darkened eyebrows and eyelashes were coated in it. Sun-kissed golden skin had turned moonlight pale. The chef’s hat tipped back off his head and laid on the floor behind him. A strangled giggle erupted in the back of your throat.

“Stop it! It’s not funny!” With every word spat, flour slipped off his head. It blew off his nose and freed itself from his lips. When he brushed pale handprints on his black apron, you lost it entirely.

Collapsing onto your knees, giggles streamed from your mouth. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop them. Every time Seungmin huffed or grumbled, you laughed harder. He looked like the abominable snowman.

“You think this is funny, huh?” He grabbed a handful of flour from the table and chucked it your way. The snowy smoke stained the front of your own apron.

“Hey!” You cried out as you brushed it off. “That’s not fair! You did this to yourself, don’t take it out on me!” He laughed and grabbed another handful. You screeched and ran to the other side of the kitchen. Your hat managed to fall off in the process. “Stop it!”

“Get back here!”

He couldn’t help it. Your smiles and laughter were so infectious. He knew it had been harder for you without him around all the time. The two day vacation from the company was a small slice of heaven.

When you dodged one way, so did he. You slipped onto the floor as he shoved the handful of flour in your hair. You grabbed another one and shoved it to his chest. He yelped as the powdery substance slipped down his shirt.

“Hey!”

“You started it!”

“You brat!”

You didn’t know how long the two of you ran around throwing handfuls of flour at each other. Unfortunately for you, the bag of flour he had gotten was bigger than usual. Flour was all over your pants, your cheeks, and your apron. You were even sure it had entered your armpit.

You finally collapsed onto the ground in the leftover piles. A powdered haze settled over the area. Both of you were breathless and full of delight.

“Okay,” Seungmin managed to get out, “we call it a tie for now.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Next time, we’ll prepare better.”

“With an actual recipe,” you added.

“With an actual recipe,” he agreed.

The two of you stayed silent for a while. Your eyes shut and you panted. It had been so long since you had a little fun. You forgot how small things like this tended to fossilize in our hearts. This tiny memory was one that you’d remember with such joy and delight, you’d never forget it.

“I think I choked on too much flour. Everything tastes like bland ass and-”

“You’ve eaten ass?”

“You’re about to eat this fist.”

You laughed and sprawled out your limbs. Your eyes shut and before you knew it, your limbs began to move. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Snow angel.”

“This isn’t snow.”

“A flour angel is the same concept.”

Seungmin pushed himself up and stared over at you. A small smile was on your face as your body moved up and down. Sure enough, it looked like an angel was forming behind you. The blank pits of the floor created the illusion of wings where your arms were shifting.

His own smile appeared on his face. Your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. God, he wished he could keep you happy like this forever. He knew he couldn’t, but he’d sure try.

“Okay, come on, angel.” He stood up and reached out a hand towards you. “We’ve gotta go shower and clean this mess up before the food arrives.”

“Or we could just stay here for a little longer.”

“Or we could just go get cleaned up, so we don’t smell like grain.”

“You always have to ruin the fun,” you huffed.

“Who said the fun had to stop at the shower? You never know what might-”

You were up within seconds and rushing towards the shower. All he could do was playfully roll his eyes and chuckle. You left white footprints the entire way there. He wanted to lecture you, but for now, he was just glad you were smiling again.

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halfdeadsage · 3 days

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Hi! I just read through your post defending Logan (I reblogged it with a kinda-long addition haha) and I just wanted to say thank you for putting that out there. I hadn't done all the research or known any of the specifics, I just knew about his insane ability and potential. I love that you said you'd defend him with your life, because I feel the exact same way. I feel like there's so much power in your post, if that makes sense... it's one thing to see reblogs of logan videos with captions saying "how could you hate him 😢" and stuff (which no hate to anyone who does, I'm guilty of doing this too and I don't think there's anything wrong with it!!) But I just think it's so special and so important that you actually went out of your way to do the research, learn the info, and share and demonstrate just how remarkable he really is.

I'm sorry this ended up being so long!! All this to say, truly thank you so much for defending him, and honestly I'd love to be your friend because you seem like such an amazing person and I need more LS2 defender friends 😅

I hope you have a great day 🫶🏻

hi !! thank you so much for your kind words , this was so lovely to read in response to my logan post 🥹 i genuinely did not expect it to gain as much traction as it did , i was just upset one day and decided i needed to write that post about him so that others can gain some perspective on him and his situation . and i fully agree about what you said concerning reblogs of logan videos !! yes i agree , there's nothing wrong with reblogging videos / photos of him and captioning them "how could you hate him :(" because i , too , have done the same ! but not everything knows the full scope and extent of his career and talent capabilities , hence the need for further explanation on why we could never hate him . logan haters see posts about logan with captions like "how could you hate him :(" and don't get an explanation for why he's better than everyone thinks . often times , they end up thinking we just love him because he's cute and has a good personality -- which he does , and i love that about him !! but there's more to him than just those things , and understanding WHY he's a good driver and WHY we love him outside of the surface level version of him we've seen thus far in f1 is so so so important .

and it becomes especially important when logan haters only see his career in f1 so far and don't see the little wins he's had along the way . they focus solely on his crashes , the "destructor's championship" , and how alex is doing in comparison to him . they seem to forget that alex has been in formula 1 longer than logan . they seem to forget the hardships that alex had -- must i remind us of his redbull years ?? they seem to forget that alex has had more time to develop his skill and become a better driver than logan . and it's such a frustrating thing , because logan is then immediately credited as a "bad driver" when he's nothing of the sort !! he just needs support from his team , the proper amount of experience before getting into f1 (though by now that's a little too late because of how quickly williams jumped him up to f1) , and he needs to be getting the same upgrades as his teammate ???? it's genuinely ridiculous that they're having him drive a car that's heavier and has outdated (2023 !!!) parts and expect him to do as well as his teammate who has a MUCH lighter car and new parts .

and no worries about your message being long !! i'm sorry that my response ended up being super long , too , haha -- i am just so so passionate about people knowing drivers' past before they jump to conclusions and hate on them . the drivers in f1 are there for a reason and they're the top 20 in the world . they were chosen for a reason . that means that logan sargeant was chosen for a reason , and they're treating him like crap currently . williams needs to shape up so that logan can start showing the most of his potential and show how good of a driver he is , rather than constantly being pushed out of a moving car onto the highway -- aka what they're doing to him now !!!

i would love to be your friend , too !! i love making new friends who love logan the same way i do , and who have the same interest in formula 1 as me !! just send me a dm :))

you have a wonderful day, too !! <3

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #logan sargeant #williams racing #logan sargeant rants #logie bear #logie sargeant #logie sarge <3

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I've been taken over by thoughts of @zhukzucraft Quadruple Life series and dapper duo/mumskizz so I wrote a little thing for them.

"You two can rest here! If you need anything just holler."

Joe waved goodbye to the new soulmate pair before disappearing back into the hallway. Mumbo turned from his disappearing back to the room he had been led to. It was a small room dug out underground with two beds nearby. Meant to be used as a bedroom of some sort. Not that anyone would really be getting sleep.

Skizz was already relaxing on one of the beds, peering over at him with one eye open.

"You okay there Jumbo Jet?"

"Me? I'm fine."

Mumbo didn't feel fine. He hadn't felt fine since he had caused their accidental death, or maybe even before that. Certainly since. It wasn't just that they were both on yellow already that had him shaken, but the strange choice he was given. It was a relief that his soulmate was Skizz out of everyone. He knew that if his luck had been worse, he might not be able to relax here at all. If he could relax.

Skizz was a strange one, though. He hadn't really spent that much time with him before this, but he knew what he was like—to a degree. He was a little overwhelmed with how friendly and affectionate he was. Skizz wasn't doing anything at the moment, and already Mumbo's face was heating back up just thinking about his teasing joke that they were married.

Was being soulmates equivalent to being married? No. Joe and Doc weren't married, right?

"You sure, buddy? You're just kind of standing there looking like you might faint."

"Do I? I'm sorry. I'm just a little overwhelmed at the moment. I think I just need some time to unwind."

"Well, you're in the perfect place for it." Skizz patted the side of the bed he was on. Not the one next to it, the one he was currently lying across. Yes, Mumbo was properly blushing now. "Come over here and relax."

Mumbo didn't reply but instead took the other bed, sitting on it facing Skizz. Skizz didn't seem disappointed if he was at all that Mumbo had taken the other bed in the room instead of joining him. Perhaps he hadn't intended to imply that Mumbo should join him in his bed. Skizz smiled at him, as bright and warm as before. Mumbo felt shy again, but there was something else there. He was happy, yes, happy. Happy his soulmate was Skizz. Someone who wanted him was happy to have him around. Who wasn't upset that he took their first life.

Someone who smiled at him laughed with him and called him a silly nickname. Skizz was an amazing person, a great friend, and an ally. He was lucky to have him, but he didn't think Skizz was as lucky to be stuck with him.

"Don't want to share our wedding bed," Skizz finally said, affirming Mumbo's first idea. Mumbo started to stumble over his words, beet red and trying to turn away. Skizz laughed, but it wasn't mean. "Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to tease you so much. I don't want to put us on red accidentally by making you die of embarrassment or something."

"I'm not embarrassed," Mumbo tried to assure but felt like he was doing a terrible job of it. "I'm just not good at.... any of this."

"Don't worry there Mumble Jumble. I won't say another word about it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

There was a long stretch of silence.

"I don't mind it."

"What?"

"The flirting. The jokes about being married. All of that. I don't mind it."

Skizz was quiet and for a moment Mumbo wondered if he messed it up. Maybe Skizz didn't care for it and was trying to find a way out of joking about it. Had he messed things up?

"Good. Because you know... we aren't really husbands." Skizz paused before giving a different kind of smile. Something far more cheeky and flirty. "Yet."

"Yet?"

"You know, at the end of the whole deal, the two people getting married kiss to seal the deal. We haven't kissed yet!"

"Skizz. We can't. We can't kiss," Mumbo replied, his voice dropping down at the end as if he was trying to prevent anyone from overhearing them. "Can we?"

"I think that's up for the two of us to decide, don't you think? If you want to kiss me and I want to kiss you."

Mumbo wondered if he'd ever stop blushing. If he'd go through this whole game with a bright red face. He couldn't look at Skizz as he spoke, feeling nervous and shy and ready to explode. This was all so much.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Just a quick and simple response. What did he expect from the man who chose to keep their bond so quickly? "Okay."

"Okay? You want to kiss me, too?"

"I-- Yes. I want to."

Mumbo turned back, seeing that Skizz had sat up on his bed. He was leaning forward, giving Mumbo that same warm look. He felt like he might die instead of having a heart attack. He closed his eyes, leaning towards him. He could feel Skizz's hand on his thigh, feel him get closer. He heard the soft whisper of, "You may now kiss the groom," and then Skizz was kissing him.

It was a soft, chaste kiss that lingered for only a couple of seconds, but it felt so nice. Mumbo was almost sad when Skizz pulled away. He opened his eyes back to see his bright grin, his hand still on his leg. Mumbo let out a shaky breath. Oh, Skizz was going to be the death of him in so many ways. He just knew it.

"Let's get some rest, hubby. I think we've both earned it."

"Of course." Mumbo finally gave back his own smile. "Husband."

#charlie has a boring life #trafficshipping #mumskizz #dapper duo #quadruple life #I hope this was good

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g3z0 · 20 hours

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Boy next door P13

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

Summary: You move from Florida to Boston in the middle the school year. Being the new kid is hard - being the new kid in the middle of the school year is even harder. Especially if you’re not good in making friends. But suddenly, there’s this boy who lives next door that caught your attention

Warnings: 💏

-gezo

Avoiding Kayla was harder than I thought it would be.

She would be on my ass 24/7 in school.

In the hallways, Lunch, my way to class, she almost followed me into the boys bathroom because she was telling me about her great date with Owen.

With Kayla being near me almost the whole school day Nick kept his distance.

That was pissing me off the most.

So I was fucking relieved as the Friday came in.

„Nick!“ I grinned at him as I approached him quickly, slowing my steps as I walked next to him.

„Chasey got home early. Wanna walk?“

The boy returned my smile and nodded „sure.“

We walked out off the school property and towards our houses.

„Wanna go to mine? Moms making sure always to cook for one person more.“ he smiled as he nudged me with his elbow.

My heart fluttered. „Yeah, that’s nice of her.“ I smiled to myself.

„You could sleep over again, mom and dad wouldn’t mind.“ he shrugged, looking over to me.

„she‘ll get lonely, won’t she? I’m just saying. You should spend more time with her.“

Fucking Kayla.

„Nah, not today.. I think I should sleep at home, moms mood is still not better.“ I breathed „sorry, Nick.“

Nick smiled and shook his head „don’t apologize. It’s alright.“

The didn’t talk for the rest of the walk. It wasn’t awkward. Things are never awkward with Nick.

Nick pushed the front door open and kicked his shoes off „home!“ he yelled through the house as he threw his backpack into the corner.

I rolled my eyes at his action and took my shoes off, placing mine and nicks out of the way.

I let my bag down next to nicks and followed him into the kitchen.

Immediately my nostrils were filled with the smell of Mary-Lou‘s cooking.

„Hey boys.“ Mary-Lou smiled.

„Hey mom.“ Nick smiled, peeking a kiss on his moms cheek before walking into the living room.

„Hey.“ I breathed, smiling down at her.

„Y/n! B+ in maths, hm? Nick told me about it, very proud of you darling.“ she smiled.

I felt my ears burn up in embarrassment. „Thanks..“ I smiled sheepishly before following Nick into the living room.

After we ate and had a chat with Mary-Lou we went into nicks room.

Nicks room felt much more home than mine.

I liked his silk bed sheets and his posters. And it smelled like Nick.

My favorite thing was his record player.

Nick put a vinyl of T. Rex in before he jumped next to me into the bed.

Sometimes we both just layed on his bed, staring up the ceiling, humming to music and moving our feet our hands to the rhythm from time to time.

It would have been awkward with everyone else. But like I said - Things are never awkward with Nick.

I had my eyes closed as we listened to the song Jeepster.

My hands were resting on my stomach and my knee occasionally brushed against nicks.

Only the slightest touch made butterfly’s grew in my stomach.

I had hoped that the things I feel when nicks around would just go away after some time.

But oh, I was so wrong.

It only got worse.

I tried to tell myself I thought Nick was cool. That it was nothing more than a friend crush.

Like not a real crush but you wanna be friends with that person so bad that it drives you insane.

Of course I thought that Nick was extremely cool. I also thought about how it would feel to press my lips against his.

Not a friend crush then.

„Hey, y/n?“

„Hm?“

Nick rolled to his side to look at me „you really want to go to prom with Olivia?“

I blinked my eyes open and turned my head to meet his gaze.

If you looked closely you could see Nick had light freckles spread across his nose. I wanted to count how many.

Shit, that’s weird.

„Yeah?“ I shrugged. „Why do you ask?“

He bit down his lip.

Fuck Nick, don’t do that.

„I just thought.. shouldn’t we go to prom with a real date? Like a person we like like?“ he mumbled.

I licked my lips „I suppose.. but then again there’s no one I like like.“ I lied through my teeth.

„Do you want to go with chasey?“ I asked.

He smiled a little „there’s barely any other guy that likes guys at our school. So yeah- I guess.“ he shrugged a little.

„How did you..“ I bit down my inner cheek and stared at him.

He smiled gently and rolled his eyes „go on, ask.“

„How did you know you’re gay?“ I asked hesitantly.

Nick rolled over to his back and stared up the ceiling „I just did.“ he shrugged „it was always there. I just needed time to figure it out.“ he explained.

I nodded a little.

Time to figure it out..

„How did you figure it out?“ I laughed a little and felt like I was stabbing holes into him with my questions.

Nick smiled and turned his head to look at me. „Crush on male cartoon characters as a kid.. crush on a male teacher when I was younger.“

„then eventually crush on a boy my age.“

I raised my eyebrows „you had a boyfriend?“

He nodded in response „mhm.“

I trained my eyes on his „and uhm.. what happened?“ I swallowed a little and tugged bottom lip between my teeth.

Nick poked his tounge against his inner cheek.

Oh god Nick, especially don’t do that.

„we broke up. He moved away.“ Nick shrugged a little.

„I see..“ I cleared my throat.

„Have you ever kissed anyone, y/n?“

I blinked at him for a second.

My ears started to get hot „yeah.. wasn’t that nice to be honest.“ I mumbled with a small smile.

„Really?“ he chuckled and rolled back to his side, our faces just inches away. „How come?“

I desperately tried to only look into his eyes.

My heart was bumping against my chest so hard, I was afraid he might hear it.

„Kayla kissed me.“

Nicks expression hardened. „Oh.“ he breathed.

„Oh..“ I breathed back, nodding a little.

„the night she slept over at my place. We were at a party before and she cried because she had a fight with Owen. I comforted her and then she just.. yeah.“ I explained to him, being embarrassed by it.

He frowned at me a little „so Kayla was your first kiss?“

I pressed my lips together and turned my face away, groaning in embarrassment.

Nick laughed a little „that’s completely fine. Really.“ he comforted me.

„Nah, it’s embarrassing to have your first kiss with 17.“ I sighed. „And I didn’t even want it.“ I almost whispered.

Nicks hand came up to my cheek, turning my face back towards his.

„I don’t think it’s embarrassing..“ he whispered.

Nicks face was so close to mine now, I could feel his warm breath on my face.

My throat went dry. „Okay..“ I whispered, my eyes moving down to his lips.

If someone just slightly pushed me, our lips would touch. I would kiss Nick.

Unfortunately, there isn’t anyone who would push me so my and nicks lips would touch by accident.

It’s just me and Nick. I have never been so frightened to be alone with him as now.

If he doesn’t move away any time soon I might do something incredibly dumb.

I looked back into his eyes and brought my hand up to his hair. I gently pushed my fingertips through his hair strains, enjoying the feeling of his soft hair brushing against my skin.

Nicks cheeks started to radiate pure warmth. I’m sure mine did also. At least it felt like it.

My cheeks felt hot. But then again my whole body felt hot.

Nicks eyes flicked over my face for a brief second. It took only a second to drive me over the edge.

Before I could to something about it I just snapped. Every rational thought has left.

I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips against nicks in a soft manner.

And that was the fucking scariest thing I ever did.

Nick didn’t respond and I felt his body stiffen a little.

I quickly pulled away and stared at him with wide eyes. He looked like a deer in headlights - wide eyes, parted lips.

„O-oh.“ I breathed shakily, pulling my hand away from his hair. „Fuck I-"

Before I could form a proper sentence, Nick grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, closing the gap between us.

My eyes fluttered close and I breathed into the kiss, laying my hand on his hip as our lips moved gently against each others.

It was very different from the kiss with Kayla.

I didn’t feel anything but uncomfortable and awkward as Kayla kissed me but with Nick-

Oh Nick.

Adrenalin was pumping through my veins and my stomach tingled. Everything tingled.

Nick had very soft lips, a light taste of mint behind it.

It was hard to not let my hand roam around his body - to pull him closer.

But I didn’t want to push. I just wanted to enjoy it.

I parted my lips slightly and Nick slipped his tounge inside, deepening the kiss.

Okay, this was new.

I almost moaned at the new feeling.

Nicks thumb brushed across my cheek before he pulled away slowly.

I took a shaky breath and blinked my eyes open, looking at him.

He pushed my hair out of my face and smiled „was that okay?“ he whispered.

I nodded quickly „so okay.“ I breathed, returning his smile.

„You sure you don’t wanna sleep over?“ Nick mumbled as he ran his fingertips through my hair.

I sighed and tapped my fingertip against my phone display.

8:42 pm

„Yeah..“ I whispered, pressing my cheek against his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat.

„Okay..“ Nick whispered back.

We stayed like that for a few minutes more before I slowly stood up from the bed. „I should go.“ I breathed, not really wanting to.

Nick gave me a nod and also stood up. „Im gonna bring you downstairs.“

I smiled at him before I walked out of his room and down the stairs. I put my shoes on and grabbed my backpack.

Nick watched me before he opened his front door. „we’re hanging out tomorrow?“ he asked, tilting his head.

I nodded a little and walked over to him „yeah.“ I smiled down at him.

I looked around before I pressed my lips shortly against his. His cheeks turned a soft pink and he smiled up at me. „Night.“ he whispered.

„Good Night.“ I whispered back walking out of his house.

I smiled to myself as I put one feet after the other.

My heart was still beating fast and the butterfly’s were going crazy in my stomach.

I took a deep breathe to calm myself down and pushed my front door open.

„Im home!“ I said as I closed the door behind me.

No answer.

I sighed to myself and ran my hand through my hair.

I walked towards my moms bedroom, past the living room.

I stopped midway, something catching my attention in the corner of my eye.

My heart skipped a beat before it sunk down to my stomach.

„Mom..?“

Tags! @udotnknowme @sturnclouds @patscorner @miloisdone1 @thenickgirl @freshloveforthefit @nathandoesgf @m0r94n @sturniolo0ntop

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick x reader

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New Goth: Chapter 4, Part 12

The week wraps up!

James: How did it go

Ariadne: *sighs* not great. The principal made me feel small, the teacher sprung exams on me and some girl made fun of my hair

Milton: I think your hair is pretty

James: I taught a lot of teens. Often they will pick something random to make fun of, something that isn’t actually bad, they just make you think it is. Did you do your hair yourself

Ariadne: *quietly* Just the colour. I went to a proper place to get it cut

James: We can get you a salon appointment to maintain the colour if you like but do it for you, not because some girl had an issue. If you like to dye it yourself, keep doing it

Ariadne: Thanks James. Oh and I met Carson, he seemed nice

James: Harvey’s youngest? I haven’t met him myself but I’ve met the next oldest. The brothers don’t get along from what I hear but the family are nature loving so he could be a good friend option

Ariadne: I hope you don’t mind but I invited some kids over after dinner. Hopefully they can be friend options to

James: This is your home, invite over all the friend options you want

Milton: Good thing you didn’t invite them before dinner

Ariadne: Why

Alexander: I’m home! Did you tell her?

James: Ah. Well we want to properly welcome you so Alexander’s sister and her family will be coming for dinner

Ariadne: For me?

Alexander: Of course, you’re important

After a quick small family photo the Chopra’s arrive and Ariadne has a chance to meet them all.

Cassandra: And my youngest is Viola, she’s still learning to talk

Ariadne: Hi there

Viola: *shyly* hi

Alexander: Care to help me cook Rahul

Rahul: Of course, I brought some herbs I think would be good in the pasta

Viola: Ari… up?

Cassandra: Don’t feel like you have to play with her, she’s a bit wild

Ariadne: I don’t mind. Come on Viola, let’s have fun

Savannah: See Milton, you’re meant to treat us like that

Milton: You’re meant to treat Viola like that

Mercedes: *sighs* shut up

James: Do you think it’s twins again

Cassandra: I don’t know, I’m definitely getting stronger symptoms than the last pregnancy

Ariadne: Are you excited for another sibling Viola

Viola: Ye ye

Cassandra: She’s always- ohhhh

Alexander: Are you okay sis? Is it the pregnancy

Cassandra: Kind of…

Rahul: *chuckles* I know that kind of

Alexander: What does it mean

Rahul: Do you feel too nauseous to have the pasta sauce darling?

Cassandra: *sighs* Sorry

Rahul assures her it's fine and talk turns to an alternative dinner plan.

Ariadne: The spice festival is on, do you think you could eat something from there

James: Good idea. How about we go out instead?

Twins: YES

Everyone manages to find something they can swallow at the festival even if the lighting is being stupid! Looks like Devin is gracing us with her presence and a performance!!! No one tell her my lighting is this bad. The lack of proper light does send us home pretty quickly though. Ariadne has invited some kids from school after all and Joey is going to come for a game or two.

Scarlett: Damn girl your house is massive

Ariadne: What can I say? Rich parent perks

Rodger: My household is the same size as yours, cats included, and we live in a relative shoebox

Ariadne: Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come across as-

Rodger: It’s fine. Everywhere is a shoebox compared to this place

Ariadne: You’re not utterly disappointed in me?

Scarlett: *laughs* Nope. Girl I'd brag about it to

Rodger: What can I say? You give us something to aspire to

The trio burst out laughing and Ariadne feels like she could finally be making some friends.

Joey: Zooming by on your left

Alexander: Hey that was an illegal driving move

Milton: Alexander, there’s no illegal driving moves in this game

James: Hurry up love, I’m going to lap you soon

Alexander: I don’t get how you’re all so good at this

Joey: Practice and technical know how. Hey, who threw that banana?

James: It was Milton

Milton: It was not me, Uncle James is lying

Joey: It’s okay Milton, I believe you

James and Milton leave once the game is over and Alexander takes the opportunity to talk to Joey.

Alexander: You know how James and I have adopted Ariadne?

Joey: I haven’t got a proper introduction but yeah

Alexander: I need to know you won’t sleep with her

Joey: Dude! She’s a teenager. I like to screw but I don’t have a screw loose

Alexander: I know but she won’t always be 13 and I don’t need you laying on your charm and breaking her heart, ever. No matter how hot she may grow up to be, don’t sleep with my daughter

Joey: What if she makes a move on me once she ages up? You know boobs distract me

Alexander: You drag your eyes up and say, no thank you, your dad is one of my best friends and I will not cross that line

Joey: Agreed, I’m never going to sleep with any kid of yours... I did want to woohoo your mum though

Alexander: *laughs* I knew it!

With Joey heading home Alexander goes and makes sure Milton is heading to bed. Milton is actually busy talking to his friends online though…

Alexander: Come on, bedtime. How are you getting on with Mum’s journals

Milton: *sighs* fine. I wish she was here to tell me abut her life instead of me needing to read it

Alexander: I miss her to Milton, every day

Milton: You don’t think she’d be mad I’m reading them do you?

Alexander does his best to assure Milton it’s fine and get the boy to sleep. In her room Ariadne has said goodbye to her visitors and is trying her luck at the flower arranging table. She planted some but has quite a few left over to play around with.

Alexander: So Mr Dad how are you doing

James: *chuckling* I’m good, really good. Ariadne seems to be settling in although she had a rough day at school

Alexander: She told you that? That's not great but I guess that’s better than lying to our faces. We should do something this weekend to cheer her up

James: Did you have something in mind

Alexander: She’s a teen girl so… shopping?

James: Do you just want to go shopping

Alexander: *laughs* Maybe, but her being honest with us should be rewarded right?

James: You are going to be a much better dad than you think love

The household falls into slumber and we leave them for now.

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ryanmarshallryan · 21 hours

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Art Reflects Reality - A Prey's Birthday

Carter had been enjoying some community with some new friends of his local chapter of a gay rugby association. They played hard on the field, then they played hard afterwards, often partying or hanging out together, and always eating big.

Some of the guys accidentally came across some vore art Carter had drawn of himself getting swallowed, when it fell out of his bag one day after a practice.

“Hey this is good!” one said to Carter, who looked a bit mortified at the paper in another’s hands, “Don’t worry mate, you’re in good company.”

“No kink shaming here,” said another.

“Sounds like a good way to get protein,” another said with a wink and a slap of their gut at Carter

After that Carter assumed the other guys had forgotten about it. But when it came to his birthday, he discovered he had been wrong. One of the guys who had seen the drawing, held out a large envelope to Carter, with “Happy Birthday” written on the outside. Carter opened it to find a very well done comic sketch of a vore scenario. In the art Carter saw himself being swallowed head first, by another one of the players during a rugby practice. There was another comic panel showing the aftermath and the pred saying “Sorry, I was trying to catch the ball, accidentally caught you in my throat instead!”

“Been meaning to get back into art for fun, so I decided to take some inspiration to make you something for your birthday.” Carter was speechless at hearing these words from his teammate.

The player went on, “Oh yeah and some of the guys have another surprise as well.” Just then five other players lined up and started lifting their shirts off over their heads and casting them aside, “If you’d like, feel free to choose a belly to lounge in the rest of the day.”

Carter looked puzzled. What could they mean?

The guys laughed, and one piped up “Maybe he needs a demonstration.”

“All right then,” said the artist player, who promptly stripped off his own shirt and walked over to the other who had spoken. Carter watched in disbelief as the artist was lifted off the ground and swallowed whole in less than a few moments by the other player, who sat down with a thump on a bench and began rubbing his gut.

“Oof, great, idea Carter, great idea,” he said, “Wanna rub?”

Carter came over and cautiously felt over the player’s hairy belly, with his mouth dropped in awe, “How did you do that?” Carter felt the prey player writhing around underneath the layers of fat.

The player gave a great belch, “It’s your birthday, mate. Feel free to watch and rub a gut… or if you’re adventurous… why not get inside one?”

Carter considered a moment. He heard a shout of approval from the artist prey, and decided it couldn’t be that bad in reality if there were no signs of pain. Maybe vore in real life could be fun. But how?

“Oh yeah, and don’t worry mate, we each got a whole bottle of Tums if it gets too tingly in there.” said one of the big bellied players jiggling his belly, “happy to have you be a snack to hold us over for your birthday dinner, but don’t wanna lose a player off the team to a digesting belly.”

Carter smiled and shrugged, “Ugh I wish I could choose all of you,” looking around at the bellies in front of him. One player had a round hairy gut, another more smooth with a low hanging gut. Another had one that looked like their gut was hard as a rock. He decided upon the last in the line, a player named Kai, whose round, flabby belly looked soft and cozy, roomy but still snug.

Kai gave Carter a smile, and took his hands and placed them on Kai’s belly, “Wanna get cozy up in here?”

Carter nodded enthusiastically, and stripped off the rest of his clothes. The other players lifted Carter up in a fireman's carry, and tilted him downward into Kai’s waiting maw. Kai made quick work of Carter, swallowing him down into his fleshy belly with the ease of someone a pro at eating. Carter felt himself jostled around inside Kai’s belly, and saw the faint red light through Kai's shirtless belly fat. He could hear muffled talking and laughing, felt a jolt as Kai must’ve sat down, and heard a car rumbling. Carter felt around his enclosure and got comfy, experiencing his vorish dream for the first time in an unexpected birthday fashion.

Quite suddenly he felt Kai’s stomach muscles begin tensing and relaxing with intense force and thought that they might have waited too long. Carter felt a twinge of fear and arousal, assuming that Kai’s stomach was about to begin digesting him right now. Bracing for the stomach acid to burn his body, and the air to leave his lungs for good, Carter tried to let go of inhibition and relax into this final birthday adventure, when suddenly he felt himself thrust upward back through Kai’s throat and into the waiting arms of half a dozen players, who forcefully dried him off with towels and had him throw on some clothes.

Carter was both relieved and a little disappointed in his vore experience being over, but the fun did not end, the boys chanted a drinking song while leading him into a local bar. They ordered him a piece of cake, and continued singing joyous melodies of “he’s a jolly good fellow” and such, much to the annoyance of some other bar hoppers.

After a raucous chorus of another song, one of the other potential pred players leaned in close and asked Carter, “Had enough of being in a belly? Or still wanna try out the other guys’ guts?”

On his other side the artist friend leaned in close, “Reynolds is probably big enough to fit both of us if you’re looking to try some fun a little different.”

Within five minutes the crowd was chanting on Reynolds, who had swallowed the artist friend already, and was beginning to swallow Carter, headfirst.

“I could get used to this as a post game activity,” Carter suggested to the artist friend, as they squirmed around in Reynolds belly. Through the thick layers of fat, they could hear a chorus of “Happy birthday dear lunch meat! Happy birthday to you!” Carter never thought he’d be so aroused and excited to be called “lunchmeat” by a group of big men, but alas, birthday magic makes the strangest of scenarios wonderful and memorable.

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rea-grimm · 2 days

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Arachne Law

You stood outside, excited about who your new roommate would be. You signed up for a program that incorporated supernatural creatures or someone would say monsters among humans, and a lot of your friends praised the program.

That's why you decided to register there too. However, you had no idea who would be assigned to you. The agency even came to your house and, at their expense, remodelled your guest room to accommodate your new roommate. However, according to that, you didn't find out much. Maybe just that it won't be an aquatic creature.

You were even more shocked when a truck pulled up in front of your house along with a car that belonged to the agency. You immediately thought it might be a centaur or something.

However, when the truck door opened and you saw giant spider legs climbing out, you immediately broke into an icy sweat.

You immediately remembered the fear box that you just crossed off. The list of species was long and you didn't even get to the end. However, you haven't read anything about spiders anywhere, so you didn't even think to fill it in.

The fact was that you suffered from arachnophobia. You didn't scream and run headlong, but you didn't look for it either. You hated having to come into contact with spiders. And now you had to live with one? That felt like a nightmare come to life.

"Are you all right?" the agency worker asked you as he got out of the car.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied and smiled. You didn't want to come across as racist, especially when you didn't even know what your roommate was supposed to be like. You took a deep breath and tried to sound friendly.

"That’s good. I'd like to introduce you to your roommate. This is Trafalgar Law,” the agency worker said as the spider walked over to you.

“I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. I hope you like it here," you said with a smile, even though your voice trembled slightly against your will. You had the impression that the agent didn't notice anything.

Law, on the other hand, saw right through you. But he didn't say anything about it and let you deal with it. He was interested in how far you could go.

"Nice to meet you. I think we'll get along great," he said with a slight smirk on his face

This seemed to be enough for the agency. With that, they bid you farewell and left. Now you had a better chance to see him, even if you didn't want to stare that much.

From the waist down, he had a giant black spider body and you noticed that he had a white smudge resembling a smiley face on the spider body. He had 8 long slender spider legs.

At the waist, where as a human his legs would start, he had pedipalps that resembled human legs up to mid-thigh. From the knees down, they were short spider legs.

His arms were also covered in the same exoskeleton as his legs and body. The last distinctive feature was his eyes, as he had additional smaller pairs of eyes above the main pair.

That day passed quite calmly. You only spoke the basics and there wasn't much that could be done. The next morning was quite a shock for you.

You were making breakfast when Law walked into the kitchen. You were still sleepy and he completely caught you by surprise when he wrapped his arms around your neck from behind and his pedipalps around your waist.

"You look delicious in the morning. That I would wrap you up and have you for a snack,” he whispered in your ear, where upon you felt a weak string, a web as he loosely wrapped it around your shoulders.

He really wanted to eat you for a snack? Did his kind really eat people? You didn't have the slightest idea, because they only wrote a minimum about them in the brochures.

But just the way he wrapped the web around you and kept holding on to it made you shiver. You thought you had your fear of spiders under control, but this was too much.

“Y/N-ya. Y/N-ya,” you caught his voice as he shook your shoulders weakly, his face had worry written on it. "Breathe. I won’t eat you. I promise,” he said trying to calm you down.

"D-do you promise?" you asked in a cracked voice.

“I promise. I was just messing with you,” he said and was glad to see how you slowly calmed down.

After all this, however, he made fun of you here and there and teased you. Thanks to him, you also gradually overcame your fear of spiders. You didn't even have a choice. Although, you'd say Law was the only arachnid you didn't mind at all.

In addition, due to your clumsiness, it sometimes happened that you cut or scraped yourself and then you went straight to Law.

Over time, you found out that he was studying to become an interspecies doctor and this was an opportunity for him to train on humans. In addition, he had the biggest problem with practising with people, because they didn't want to come to him very much.

It was exam season for you and Law's exams were much more difficult than yours. He regularly studied late into the night to be sufficiently prepared.

You were making coffee and decided to make him a mug as well. However, you had never seen him drink coffee before, so you had no idea how much he liked it. You made the same cup for him as for yourself and brought it to him.

You knocked on the door and entered the room. He was sitting at his desk and was buried up to his nose in notes and textbooks.

“I brought you coffee,” you said, placing the mug in front of him.

“Thanks, Y/N-ya,” he said taking the mug in his hands. “This is the first time I've tasted it,” he said, and your guess was confirmed.

"Then you'll see if you like it," you smiled. Law nodded and sniffed the drink first before taking a sip. He seemed happy with his coffee.

He finally decided to take a break from studying and enjoy a coffee with you. As you both finished your mugs, you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. But before you could ask him what was wrong, he leaned over and hugged you.

“You are so soft and warm. You're warm. I could easily have you as a pillow. Y/N-ya…” he said snuggling closer to you.

"I could easily fall asleep like this. You are so soft and cute…” he mumbled.

You had no idea what happened to him. It wasn't until the morning when he was hungover that you found out that for spiders like him, coffee was like alcohol and vice versa. From then on, you always brought him some booze instead of coffee.

And when you wanted to drink again, you drank your favourite alcohol while he drank coffee.

You knew Law had just finished his last exam so you thought he was catching up on sleep when you didn't see him in the morning. However, when he doesn't come out of the room even in the evening, it bothers you.

You wanted to make sure he was okay. You walked over to the door from his room and knocked. You were answered by a weak groan.

You immediately opened the door and walked inside. Law was lying in his hammock, as a normal bed was small and especially uncomfortable for him.

Law was much paler than normal, with giant circles under his eyes and white spots on his body that were most prominent on his spider half.

The room was dark and as you opened the door, he groaned more.

"What's wrong? Shall I call the doctor?” you had no idea how to help him. Law shook his head and took your hand.

“No doctor… I couldn't stay,” he said, still holding your hand.

"What do you mean? You are obviously sick…” you furrowed your brows.

Law knew how you were afraid of him like a spider in the beginning and he didn't want to give you reasons why you should be afraid of him. However, when he saw how worried you were about him, he decided to confess to you what was wrong with him.

"I come from a small island. All the other Arachne from that island are dead because something is missing from our bodies. Some thought we were sick…” he began to explain. You guessed these were the symptoms.

"When I was little, I was taken in by vampires, and I discovered by chance that blood helps me suppress the disease, the weakness. However, the agency does not know about it. If they figured it out, they'd send me back. Just getting here as an arachnid was difficult for me, and if they found out that I was drinking blood on top of all that, it would be almost impossible," he explained tiredly. You could see how exhausted he was.

"And how much blood would you need?" you asked him.

"Just a little. Much less than vampires,” he admitted. You didn't really know what he meant by that, but you definitely didn't want Law to be taken away for it.

“I can offer you mine,” you finally said, looking into his eyes. You saw how surprised he was.

"I can't ask that of you," he shook his head weakly before collapsing back into the net.

"Do you have a better idea?" You asked him. You walked over to him and took his hand. Law closed his eyes and groaned. At the moment, even thinking about him was too strenuous.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked you tiredly. You nodded your head firmly and gave his hand a light squeeze. Law sighed and let you crawl into the net to him.

As you held his hand, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed your wrist. He didn't want to bite your neck, because that would be harder to disguise. He looked into your eyes one last time if he could have seen hesitation, but it was completely absent from your expression.

He took a breath before carefully biting your wrist. However, he was careful not to bite too much. As he tasted your blood, he had the impression that he had never tasted anything better.

He could feel his strength slowly coming back, but he knew it would take a while for your blood to work. Once he was sure he had enough and only took what he needed, he pulled away.

Blood was still flowing faintly from the wound, which he licked and when it stopped flowing, he kissed the bitemark.

“Thank you,” he said softly, pulling you close. You lay there with him in the net with his head on your chest as if he was listening to your heart.

“I'm glad I could help,” you said softly with your fingers playing with his hair.

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xxfromthestartxx · 2 days

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Todo x fem!reader who has Inumaki's cursed technique pleasee

Beneath Your Silence (Todo Aoi x Reader)

pairings: Todo Aoi x Fem!reader

summary: Todo x reader where the reader is a descendant of the Inumaki clan

warnings: This doesn't follow the JJK plotline, Violence, Language

The sun was shining brightly, the light blue sky fill of clouds. It was not your ideal weather, you would rather be inside, doing nothing and listening to pitter patter of rain on the windows - but no, you were wearing your training gear, stretching your limbs while watching your schoolmates stretch too.

You were an exchange student, well, not exactly exchange because you were just moved to the Kyoto branch this year, your last year. It was inefficient, for both you and your colleagues- because you can't and don't want to talk to them.

Just like your cousin, you've obtained the snake and fangs seal. Though unlike him, you are able to talk freely because you are in control of your cursed technique. That is not where it ends, you are also a descendant of the L/n clan meaning, you have inherited your mother's cursed technique, the ability to use music as your weapon.

Being a combination of these clans makes you a special grade sorcerer, not that you have a choice. Still, you want to make your parents proud- you didn't want to be a disappointment. You are your family's pride and joy, the only child and a candidate of being a clan head.

You took a deep breath, coming back to reality. You finally had took a good look around you, noticing your now classmate, Todo Aoi, staring at you. "Hey, you." You narrowed your brows at him, not interested in talking.

You ignored his call and continued stretching, tilting your head to the side until you heard a satisfying crack. You watched as he approached you, a wild smirk on his face. He stopped in front of you, crossing his arms.

He saw your eyes wander on his form, though your eyes were dull- it was the same look you always gave people around you. "You like what you see?" He teased, flexing his biceps a bit.

You scoff at his words, taking another good look at him. He was only wearing jogging pants, his pecs and abs on view, it didn't help that he was built like a greek god. You scrunched your nose, looking at his eyes, which you need to look up because even if you have an average height, he was a giant.

You chose to not talk, rolling your eyes instead. "Hm, I take you can't talk?" He then placed his hand under his chin, thinking. You pointed at the sigil on your cheeks, then shrugged, not interested on making friends.

"That's okay, I can be your spokesperson. You're our new classmate anyway." You scrunched your nose, displeased by the idea. You shook your head and avoided his gaze, seeing another third year who seems to be talking to Mai.

You recognize her, her blonde ponytail giving it away who she is. You quietly walked over to the two girls to avoid Todo, a great excuse if you were really being honest. Mai was the first one to notice, gently nudging Momo who immediately turned to you.

"L/n." You heard Mai coo, smiling widely. "So, how's the experience so far?" She asked, her brows quickly furrowing when she noticed Todo coming up to them. "What do you want?" She scoffed, crossing her arms at him.

"Easy, she's my classmate, not yours." Todo replied, smirking when you met his eyes once again. "She's my classmate as well." Momo quirked her right eyebrow, glaring at the buff man in front of them.

You watched as the three of them bickered, quite amused that the girls were acting as your spokesperson, stopping Todo from whisking you away from them. At one point, Mai was already annoyed and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you closer to her.

"Come on, she doesn't want to be close with you. Don't you, L/n?" She asked, you just shrugged, staring at the man towering the three of you. The man just stared back, annoyed at Mai's intervention.

"Yeah, whatever. You're lucky today- I'll be leaving now, I still need to prepare for Takada-chan's meet and greet." Todo huffed, glaring at Mai and Momo, before turning to you.

"Welcome or whatever. Just know that if you crossed me, there will be consequences." You stared blankly at him before nodding. "Good." He huffed then tirned around, giving you quite the view. You caught yourself staring at his toned back, blushing slightly, you avoided your gaze.

...

That encounter was 2 weeks ago- it was strange to have a conversation with Todo- well, a one-sided one. He talks a lot, and half of the time, you don't follow or understand what he was talking about.

You sighed, adjusting your collar shirt which is another version of your uniform. This one specifically when you need to go on missions. You were waiting for Todo on the car, quite annoyed that you need to wait for the muscular man.

In your opinion, you could've handled the reported curse alone, but since you were a tranferee, your teacher, Ms. Utahime recommended to bring Todo with you. Not that she doesn't trust you- she said it will be a good bonding and learning experience for the both of you.

She say and you quote, "So the two of you could get to know eachother." You just knew that Todo pulled strings so he could come with you. Speaking of the devil, you could see his figure starting to form from afar.

He was running, plastic bags on hand. "Wait up!!" Under a minute, he was already in front of the door, opening it. "Sorry for the wait. Got you some food for the trip." He showed you the plastic bags, inside was a bunch of sweets, snacks, and drinks.

You quirked an eyebrow before taking them and putting it beside you, he smiled in return. "Hope I got something you like in there." He said, getting inside the car with a smile.

You watched as he locked the door, the car dipping slightly to his side. You rummaged to the plastic, trying to find something to eat. "Slow down, no one's gonna take 'em away from ya." He teased, taking out a drink from the other plastic.

You kept silent, a bit embarrassed at his words. You then returned to finding something to eat, this time a lot slower. "Everyone's here?" The driver asked, you gave him a nod while Todo answered for the both of you. "Yeah."

The car ride starts, it was quite peaceful, which is rare because with Todo by yourside, it was quite impossible. You finally got something out of the bag, which was your favorite snack. You took a glance at Todo, who was eating quietly with his eyes outside.

Maybe he's not in the mood to yap your ear off today, you thought. You shrugged and opened the bag full of snacks, catching Todo's interest. "Ya like that?" He asked, taking a sip of his energy drink.

You nodded and offered the bag, he's eyes widened in shock, not because of the sweets but the action. You were not one to share or to give someone food- but he disregarded it quickly, remembering it was him who bought the food.

He smiled, taking a piece and popping it on his mouth. "Mhm, ya got really good taste." He complimented, taking another piece. You smirked, popping a piece into your mouth. "Ya know, I'm getting tired of our one-sided conversations."

You quirked an eyebrow, staring at him. "I mean, ya sure, I like yapping but it feels like you have no choice but to listen to me. At least that's what they told me." He shrugged, grabbing a bag of chips and opening it easily.

You thought for a moment, processing what he said. Now that you think about it, there were times the others drag you away from the man beside you- but you find his presence quite endearing sometimes, well, when he's not yapping about Takada-chan.

You hesitated to answer- but it felt right to at least assure him that it was okay to talk. You reached for his forearm, taking a look at him directly. You rubbed your thumb over his forearm, hoping it was enough to tell him it was alright.

He chuckled a bit, taking your hand in his. "I guess one-sided conversations with you isn't that bad." He joked, placing your hand on his lap. You laughed dryly, nodding and taking another piece, popping inside your mouth.

...

The area you were supposed to be exorcising with Todo was an abandoned school- yes it was cliché but you have no say in the areas where cursed spirits houses.

It was a blur to you, you were not supposed to use any of your cursed technique, but it was a life or death situation. Your eyes shrunk, hesitating when an unregistered curse showed up behind Todo.

Your mouth went dry- eyes and hands panicking from what to do. "Explode!" Your eyes dialated, the enhanced command surprising you as well. Just in time, the curse burst into fits of blood- exploding from your command.

Your heart was racing, thumping hard agaisnt your ribcage- the blood of the curse staining your face and Todo's back. You gripped your cursed weapon tightly, knuckles turning white from the pressure you are putting in.

On the other hand- Todo couldn't believe his ears. The sound of someone's voice was enough to pull him out of a trance and to turn to look at you. "Huh." He stared at your shaken form- having mixed emotions about the situation.

You took him by his wrist and dragging him down- another curse emerging behind him. "Die!" You closed your eyes at the impact of your command. Just then, the curse behind him fell with a thud.

"Come on." You urged, dragging him away from the area- it was full of unregistered cursed spirits. He followed with no questions, but his minds were foggy from the sight of you being able to speak.

You halted, dropping his hands before pulling down the zipper of your shirt a bit. You pull out a harmonica and blew the highest note- immediately executing most cursed spirits. "So that's why you're a special grade." You turned to see Todo smirking at you.

"You don't need to worry about me," he started, inclining his neck to the side with a crack. "I can handle myself." He continued with a smirk, stretching his arms a bit. You let out a scoff, zipping up the zipper of your shirt and letting the harmonica disperse into thin air.

The moment was interupted when an octopus emerged underneath the floor- unfortunately covering your mouth. You muffled a scream, watching the floor colapse along with Todo. Your eyes widened, trying to reach for the zipper of your shirt when a sound of clap reached your ears.

In less than a second you were free from the slimy texture of tentacles- your eyes widened, processing what happened when you saw Todo fighting the octopus. "Freeze." You shouted, giving Todo the advantage to easily exorcise the cursed spirit.

You felt your throat itch, scratching it a bit before grabbing a shot glass like - throat syrup from your pocket. "Let's go." You heard him say, hjs voice stern. "There's still a lot of-" you were cut off when he grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Your throat is damaged from commanding curses to die twice, and you made a big ass octopus curse freeze- as in freeze. Now drink that cough syrup or whatever and let's go." You scoffed at him, swatting his hands away.

"'M fine." You scrunched your nose, opening the lid before downing the syrup. It burned your throat a bit, forcing you to let out a rough cough. "Know your limits." He huffed, glaring at you.

"Fuck." You rasped, massaging your throat a bit. "Let's get out of here. Most of the curses were exorcised anyway." He grabbed his jacket from somewhere, placing it on his shoulders.

...

After the mission, you were surprised he didn't said a word to the others. You were skeptical. He didn't brag about seeing you in action, neither the fact that he heard your voice. Since then, you tried to talk to him when no one's around, trying to befriend him.

It was like a secret, a secret that the two of you share. You started going to places where he often hangs around, and he returned the favor, often going to the pond near the dormitory to talk to you. No one really goes there except for you, so it was the perfect place to have Todo with.

It was a clear day, the sky was blue, the clouds are scattered, and the sun is shining. The sakura tree shielding you and Todo from it's burning shine. "Why don't ya speak?" He asked, picking on a leaf that had fell. It was a sudden question, and you don't know if you are ready to say your reasons. "Will you believe me if I said I just don't want to?" You retorted sassily, watching as the air blew the falling flowers away.

"I guess so, but what is the real reason?" He stopped fidgetting with the leaf and turned to you, staring straight in your eyes. His eyes were stern, but still soft at the same time- it makes you cave in but at the same time, it makes you nervous. "I..." you started, taking in a huge breath. "I don't want to get attached."

"Huh, never expected that reason." He averted his gaze, now understanding your actions and behavior towards the other sorcerers. "I guess I don't want my friends from Tokyo to think I forgot about them." You picked a leaf from the ground and started peeling it.

"I don't want them to think it's their fault I'm here." You lowered your head, "Well, are you attached? To us, I mean." He watched as you stopped your picking, hesistating for a moment before you continued. You didn't know what to say- are you attached? Have you let yourself be attached?

Once the leaf was nothing but a small chunk, you lifted your head and looked straight at Todo. "The others? Maybe. Maybe not." You answered, "But you..." you stopped, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I wouldn't call it a day without hearing your voice."

Todo raised an eyebrow, his eyes widening once he realized what it meant. "Are you saying what you think you are saying, N/n-chan?" He smirked teasingly, adjusting his position to face you completely. You could only huff at his teasing, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Think whatever you like to think of it." You scoffed, crossing your arms. Your face was getting hotter, embarrassed about how he reacted to your words. "Well then, Inumaki-chan." He started, his words serious.

"Can I court you?"

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