#i want to smush him. give this boy back his mom

[drewlover]

when hades took away sally percy was so hurt and. he was only twelve. nd the scene when he looks at camp half-blood & its beautiful but he thinks nothing shld look beautiful. my mom is gone why is the world not black. when he accepted the quest but only bc His Mom Was There Too. when the sea nymph looked like sally and his heart broke into pieces. WHEN HE SAW SALLT BUT REALIZED HE COULDNT CHOOSE HER 😭😭………. when he got her back nd he was so happy and and and when he made the choice 2 go back to her after summer.. my baby

#reresidng the lightning thief pls do NOTTT talk 2 me #the scene when he jumped frm the arch nd wondered if he shld just stay there in the river. HE WAS TWELVE 😭 #and he was so angry too #i want to smush him. give this boy back his mom #sally loves him so muc.h.. so much bro #i lov them

[amsznn]

COOK OUT - c. sturniolo

chris x black !fem reader

in which chris is invited to the reader’s yearly family cook out

warnings: none, just fluff

-

“okay, how do i look?” your focus shifted from your phone, to your boyfriend standing in front of you. he did a little spin to show off his outfit which made you laugh.

“babe you look fine, i told you this like five times now.” you sighed before getting up from the couch, while adjusting your dress.

“i know…i just,” chris sighed before continuing. “i just want everyone to like me.”

you frowned as you saw how anxious your boyfriend seemed. you cupped his face with both of your hands before smushing them together, eliciting a smile from the brunette.

“they’ll love you babe, now lets go.”

-

as you chris drew nearer to the entrance to the backyard, the music got louder, and chris’ nerves seemed to increase as well.

you took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. “we can always go home, i’ll say you’re sick or something.” you say worried your boyfriend will be uncomfortable but chris quickly shook his head to the idea.

“no baby, i want to meet everyone, and i want to see you around the people that make you happy.” you softly smiled, before leaning up to give chris a big ol smooch on the cheek. he knew how family oriented you could be, and how these barbecues were a chance to bring everyone you loved together.

you two made your way through the gate of your parents house. you began to introduce chris to a lot of your aunties and uncles that were scattered across the lawn. each of them were dying to see the boy you brought back home.

after all the introductions, you made your way inside to the kitchen, where your parents were cooking up some more delicious food.

chris had already met your parents, from various holidays and vacations, so to say the least they were more than comfortable with each other.

“my y/n, chris!” your mom exclaimed as she put a spoon down before making her way to the both of you. giving you both hugs and a few pecks on your faces.

your dad was next to greet you two as he embraced you both in a tight hug. “oh, chris, come help me flip these burgers while you’re here!” your dad said while passing chris a spatula and some paper plates.

you roll your eyes playfully. “dad, we just got here!” you laugh as your dad began to lead chris out the kitchen.

your dad simply shoo’d you off before reassuring you. “oh he’ll be fine, cmon boy.”

you gave chris an apologetic smile and he could only laugh before giving you a kiss goodbye. he followed your dad outback to help him prepare more food to serve to the guests. truthfully, he loved this. he felt like this was the best way to bond with everyone around him.

you could already see from the kitchen window the amount of uncles surrounding him at the grill. probably asking him a bunch of questions, and popping a few jokes here and there.

you also made your way outback but instead, you went to go rest at the lounge chairs where your cousins were hanging out.

you all caught up and a few of them even asked about chris here and there. complimenting him and his burger making skills which you were amused to hear.

after a while, you excused yourself to get a burger for yourself to eat. you made your way over to chris with a paper plate in hand. chris seemed to be having a conversation with one of your guy cousins but he excused himself when he saw you making your way towards him.

“you okay, baby?” he asks while adding more stuff to the grill.

“yeah, i just wanted to try a burger ‘cus everyone is talking about them.” you say while smiling and holding your plate out.

“like good talk, or bad talk?” chris asks playfully while placing a burger on your plate, before grabbing two buns to assemble your burger with.

“if it was bad talk you wouldn’t even be here anymore.” you laugh while taking back your plate.

“well i’ll be done in a few, i’ll come join you over there okay?” you nodded before turning around to make your way back to your seat.

-

about 2 hours went by with you and chris at the party. your dad finally let the poor boy go from the grill and you could finally spend sometime with each other.

chris was amazing from talking to the elderly, to even bonding with the little kids. even the grumpy teenagers were intrigued by him.

you yawned as you rose from your seat. “well, i think its time for us to go guys.” your little cousins groaned at this, not ready to say goodbye to their newfound best friend, chris.

after they bid their goodbyes, you two made way to say goodbye to everyone else. you got a lot of aunties telling you that you made a good choice with chris and hopefully he’s here to say to which you respond with a chuckle and a ‘definitely.” while chris got a lot of uncles dapping him up and bringing him into a hug as well.

your parents walked you two to your car and gave you both a goodbye hug.

“he’s coming next year right?” your dad asks almost immediately the hug ended. you and chris could only laugh and nod.

your parents waved goodbye as they watched your car drive off.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling in the passenger seat (yes chris can drive in this), which chris notices.

he takes one hand off the steering wheel and rests it on your thigh. you looked at him as you held his hand in yours. chris could feel your eyes lingering for a second more than usual.

“what?” he questions, not being able to hide the smile that was tugging at his lips.

“oh nothing..i just really love you.”

-

A/N: no foolish update todayyy sorry, possibly tmr tho! this was inspired by their one video where chris was flipping burgers. super cute 🫶🏽

tags:

@junnniiieee07 @tillies33ssss @whore4matt @stellarsturns @summerl986 @inveigledvex @beccaluvschris @stingerayyy2 @bunnysturns @braindead4l @vickyzloserz @sturnzsblog

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo x black reader #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

[alovesongtheywrote]

holy crap girl… nightmare academia, i just wanna smush them into a locked room together AHHHHH

♥ Summary: oh man, you're not the only one. in this chapter of nightmare academia, morgan and garcia hijack a prank. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: none?

♥ A/N: careful babes, the plot's getting closer

♥ Word Count: 1402

Series Masterlist

♥♥♥

“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!” Morgan exclaimed as he burst into Garcia’s Batcave.  He probably wasn’t loud enough to warrant all-caps, but he was definitely excited enough to warrant all-caps, and that’s why Garcia spun around in her chair, preemptive excitement building up inside of her.

“What is it?  Is someone dead?  Is someone pregnant?  Are you pregnant?  Am I gonna be a god-mom?  Again?”

“What?  No.  Guess who I just got off the phone with.”

“Savannah?  JJ?  Hotch?  Blake?  Reid?”

“Well, it's none of those, but you’re close enough with that last one, so I’m just gonna give it to you,” Morgan leaned in, showing Penelope his phone screen as she clapped her hands together in excitement.  Your name was the first one in the call log.

Garcia’s perfectly glossed lips popped open, “Is that-!?  Is that Spencer’s-!?”

“And are they-!?”

“They are just as perfect for him as we suspected, if not more.”

“Wh- well, why did they call, what did they want?”

“Well, first, they wanted information on the rabies case, which I thought was weird until-”

Penelope cut him off with a gasp, “He’s using horrific case facts to keep them at a distance!”

“Something like that?  Apparently, he’s using horrific case facts for quote-unquote, vengeance. The lovebirds aren't as romantic as we thought.”

"Is it a case of enemies to lovers?"

Morgan paused, raising an eyebrow, "I'm gonna need you to elaborate, baby girl."

"You know! Enemies to lovers! The romantic trope where they go from bitter enemies to the most adorable of spouses! Oh, that is right out of a rom-com!”

"Whatever you say, doll," Morgan continued, “But I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of rom-coms that involve rabies in any capacity."

"That's because you haven't seen enough of them. Anyway, tell me more about the call! What happened next!"

"Well, initially, they told me they were a criminal justice student, but they made the mistake of using their real name.”

“What did you do!?”

“I played along with it until I asked them where they’d heard about the case- they folded fast, but I assured them that when it comes to Reid, I am the prank master.”

Garcia kept a smile on her face, even though she knew her friend was technically wrong, “I mean… technically you’re not.  He beat you with that screaming thing, on the plane.  Remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember.  I also remember that you had a lil’ something to do with that, which means, Reid cheated and I am the prank master.”

“Well, technically I am the prank mistress- but whatever, it’s all digressions, what happened next?”

“Well, I volunteered to be a part of their next prank.”

“Which is?”

“Stealing all of pretty boy’s mugs and rigging the cabinet they’re stored in to scream at him every time it opens.”

“Ah, so this is revenge for both of you.”

“Perhaps,” Morgan’s smile betrayed the truth.

“I love it.  There’s just one thing- Morgan, my lovely, do you have the technical knowledge to make that happen?”

“Well, I’ve definitely got the physical knowledge.  Cabinets are easy, the mechanical parts are all in the bag- but we do need a little assistance from you.”

“From moi?” Penelope gasped, though it sounded like she had been expecting this outcome.  Mostly because she had.

“We need a little bit of programming work that the genius won’t see coming.  So, are you in?” 

“Now that, gorgeous, sounds like a conspiracy.  I’m in.”

Garcia spun in her chair, turning back to face her monitor before immediately turning back to face Morgan, “For the record, we will be sabotaging this plan so that it backfires on both of them and makes them fall in love, oui?”

“Baby girl, would I have come to you if that wasn’t the plan?”

“You would not, and that is precisely why I love you.”

-

You did your best not to sing the Mission Impossible theme as you carried out your part of the prank.  You failed.  The theme just came out of you as you took the mugs two by two from Reid’s office and into yours.  

Once you’d stolen Reid’s horde of mugs, you set the trap in place.  You had to be incredibly careful.  Derek Morgan’s instructions had been very specific, and you followed them to the letter.  While you wouldn’t usually work with the FBI, this was a special case.  This was necessary.

And lord, was your little mechanism a beautiful one.  You gave it a quick test, closing the cabinet door before swinging it open again- once the dulcet sounds of screaming met your ears, you slammed it shut again.

You’d done so just in time.  

“Professor (L/N), I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this isn’t your office.”

“I’m not aware of anything, Reid- I mean, we’ve been over this, honey, I’m fucking stupid.  Y’know, I’m starting to worry about that eidetic memory of yours.”

“Don’t,” he stepped into the office, standing with you behind the desk, “It’s none of your concern.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, close enough that you could almost feel his breath across your lips.  If you wanted to, you could reach out and touch his chest- you could fuck with his perpetually crooked tie, but god, why would you?

It was clear that he was waiting for you to move.  When you actually did move out of his way, it shocked him.

He kept his eyes on you, watching wearily as you wandered through the small box of his office.  You examined every book and every doctorate the room had to offer- and he never stopped looking.  He expected you to say something, do something, or hurt him superficially with a mean comment or a dumb prank, but you didn’t do anything.

With his focus still on you, Reid opened the mug cabinet.

Screams filled the room.  Spencer jumped back, smacking into one of his bookshelves before sliding halfway down the wall.  He took several books down with him, knocking them to the ground as his slender fingers grasped helplessly for purchase somewhere.  

Your laughter echoed in his ears, a grating, awful, beautiful sound mixed in with the clatter of falling objects.  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Adrenaline filled each and every one of his limbs.

He was going to kill you for this.  

“(L/N)!” he yelled out your name, struggling to pull himself up from his half-bent position.  You’d never heard him sound so angry- and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Are you-” you wheezed, “Are you okay?”

“No!  Come here and help me up!”

There he was- his voice took on a higher pitch, signalling his indignation.  You walked over, offering him a hand up.  Of course, he immediately pulled you down to his level.  You both collapsed to the floor, you with a screech and Reid with a triumphant cry.  

He sat against the bookshelf, a little dishevelled but overall okay.  You just gave up, lying on the floor with your head inches from Reid’s thigh.  The mechanism in the cabinet kept screaming in the background.

“So, how’d you pull this one off?” Spencer asked, speaking over your laughter.

“Made a couple of calls.  Got in touch with the FBI.  I’d tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.”

"Wow, you contacted the FBI about me? I must really bother you, doctor."

"Not in the slightest. You're a minor nuisance at best."

“I'm sure. So, did Morgan help you with this?  Did Garcia?”

“Maybe both of them. Maybe a little bit.”

Spencer sighed, “You are all terrible.”

“I wish I could say I was sorry.”

The two of you stayed there on the ground for a moment, just listening to the sound of screaming.  Then, the sound changed- smooth saxophone emanated from the cabinet.  You recognized that melody.  Was that?  No, it couldn’t be-

“Is that Careless Whisper?”

You and Reid stayed frozen on the floor.  The voice of George Michael spilled over you, barely covering the awkward silence.  Eventually, you sat up and shut the cabinet.  The song didn’t stop.  You bit your lip, and when you spoke again it was through clenched teeth.

“Do- do your friends want us to fuck?”

“I hate to say it, but… I think they do,” he paused for a moment, “Hey, (L/N)?  Where are my mugs?”

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

A Girl on A Boy's BasketBall Team

Chapter 1: A Meeting With Red & Blue

E/n- Enemy Name

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be the best right?"

"If anything it's in our genetic coding as humans."

"Strive for the best and you'll become the best."

Bright florescent gym lights that leave you partially blind, obnoxious tennis shoes squealing and squeaking as they slide and glide across the freshly waxed floor, the smell of sweat and B.O from teenage girls that desperately try to forget it exists by drowning it with overly flowery perfume and wayyy to minty gum, the crash of the rim as another basket is made scoring 2 more points, it's all so tantalizing.

So why? Why am I currently being yelled at by my coach, as my "teammates" whisper and jeer at me in the corner of the gym? Those sluts, with their toothpaste ad smiles and their gold flaked nails I'll show them who to laugh at when I dunk on their asses. They aren't even fucking good at the game, they only play for attention, to scared to break a nail or even to much of a sweat.

"This is the 3rd backboard your daughter has broken in a month." Your coach grumbles bitterly, fidgeting her foot up and down on the maple floor planks "The school really can't afford to keep replacing these monthly. 

"Can't we jus' send a check to the school to replace the backboards." Your mother suggests boredly, as she pulls out a spare checkbook from her pocket scribbling numbers and scrolling through her phone simultaneously.

"Well it's not only that... your daughter she's an awful team player, she refuses to pass the ball to anyone else, all her teammates feel neglected on the court" Your coach backs away, her eyes longing yet, hesitantly rejecting the check your mother is waving towards her in her hand."But their winning right." Your father queries, cutting your coach's complaints short. "My princess's team is bringin' home the gold every time." Your dad rubs the top of your head playfully smushing your hair in the process as you whine and stomp for him to quit it. He obliges to your request of course, but not smacking you lightly on the back of your neck causing you to jump away from him.

"How many points did you score in practice today hunnie." Your mom scribbles more numbers on the checkbook paper after examining it again. "38 points mum." You fiddle with the hem of your jersey shirt nervously already knowing what to expect.

Your mother gives you "the glance" and clicks her teeth, not in disappointment you've come to understand, but more so in encouragement. "You can do better than that hunnie."

"Your mother is right princess, we need at least 50 points per session practice or not." Your father hands you 38 dollars from his brown leather wallet tucked away in his back pocket, to which you gladly accept. "Yeah I know, but it ain't my fault Coach, wouldn' let me play at all." You point your finger and blame accusingly at your Coach, who's face has begun to morph into annoyance from being ignored and spoken over.

"No excuses hunnie." Your mother places phone down and digs her free hand into her purse to hand you 38 dollars as well. "Fine..." You place the two sets of money in your wallet and groan slipping it into your sports bra. "Moving on ladies."

Your father breaks the tension in the area with his signature grin. "My princess will see you tomorrow right at practice right Coach." Your father gives the woman an even toothier grin along with a smooth chuckle, causing your "teammates" to swoon in unison, as he takes the check from his wife. "We'll jus' drop this off at the front desk and take our leave."

 "Coach did you tell 'em yet."

"The team is ready to start practice again." A snobbish voice is heard from behind your Coach. She averts her eyes nervously and rubs her hands together. "I'm letting them know right now E/n."

 "Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. L/N." A girl with long silver hair tied in a high ponytail with a black ribbon strides over to your Coach standing beside her confidently. Her hands were placed sassily on her waist, hiding a mischievous smirk. She shoots daggers through her eyes at you for a moment as you both make eye contact, and quickly turns to smile sweetly at your Coach and parents. "Well hurry, we're all ready to finish the quarter." 

"Let us know what?" Your mother questions, as you hand your schoolbag over to your father, who willingly takes it. Your coach clears her throat awkwardly, the whole room becoming deathly quiet. Slowly, you rummage through your mother's handbag for a stick of gum, placing the wrapper back into her bag.

She gives you another "glance" this time more fed up, and snaps her fingers rapidly. "What were you lettin' us know Coach." Your mother slides a pair of encrusted shades onto her face.

"We have places to be, my daughter needs a new pair of sneakers for next week's game and has a photoshoot in a few hours."

"Your daughter's off the team." Your coach says bluntly, as you hear E/n and the entire team snicker. "What the hell are you sayin' Coach." The dribbling of a basketball in your hand starts, as you raise an eyebrow at your coach waiting on a response. "All of your teammates think your a selfish player Y/N, and I'd rather lose one player rather than the whole team."

"So until you can prove that your ready to treat this team and I with some respect and sportsmanship you're off the team."

"Tch, really Coach is that how it is." "You're gonna' get rid of your most valuable player." The ball your dribbling rolls away from you, and E/n snatches it, spinning it around on her pointer finger, a fake sense of disappointment that you can detect from a mile away radiating from her voice.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been so selfish angel~." You ball your fists in pure anger, hissing your teeth loudly. "Don't call me that you skank." Your father rests a hand on your shoulder "Calm down princess."

"But father I-" Your sentence is cut short. "Let it be, if your off the team, it's final." Your mothers says bluntly, as a lump forms in your throat and you excuse yourself outside. You swing the gym doors open, ignoring the cruel headache inducing laughs of your teammates.

And in a fit of rage you punch a wall over and over, the jagged surface bruising your knuckles. "It's not fair." "Not fair." "Not fair." Not fair." You mumble repeatedly, turning around and leaning against the wall you had just finished assaulting.

You slump down onto the floor and bury your head in your arms. "Why do it matter, if I'm a team player or not." "They shoulda been grateful I was on they shitty ass team anyway." "That stupid skank E/n, has nothing better to do obviously." You hear the crunching of gravel as footsteps approach you and quickly you assume them to be your parents, but blinded by anger, you don't look up from your self-pity.

Two presences tower over you as you sit huddled in a ball, rudely snap at the figures. "What the hell do y'all want, I don't need no lecture or nothin'" "It's obvious yall didn't mind lettin' me get kicked of the team so go away."

"You've got the wrong people." A voice scoffs. Even more annoyed, you look up to see a tall and muscular red-headed man? His aura is quite intimidating as he looks down at you. "I'm not supposed to talk to older men." You bury your head in your arms once again.

"What the hell!" "I'm a teenage boy, do you not see the uniform." He grabs your hand and places it on his school uniform. "Whateva.. and tell your friend to stop standin' behind me like a weirdo." You pull your hand away and pick yourself up off the ground and turn around to see a pale boy with light blue hair.

"You noticed I was behind you." The blue-haired boy speaks quietly, his straight face matching his tone of voice. "Of course I did, you ain't Casper the ghost or sum shit." You look at him confused "I think I'm jus' gonna go, yo crazy asses."

"Before you do, why were you crying and punching that wall." The blue haired boy asks you. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, realizing that they saw your tantrum a few minutes ago. "Can we go know, I'm starving." The red haired "boy" grumbles obviously bored, as the blue haired questions you.

"In a second." The soft voice protests, waiting for your response. "I don't tell strangers my personal life." You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well my name is Tetsuya Kuroko and that over there is Taiga Kagami, we're both middle schoolers from Seirin High."

"Dude don't tell random chicks my name." The red boys yells at him, as you look at him a bit skeptically, squinting your eyes. "You sure his ass is in highschool, blink twice if you need help." Kuroko cracks a soft grin.

"No, no he's a teenager." Kuroko reassures softly, causing you to sigh softly as you sit back in the ground where you were previously. "That's good, thought the old man was gonna kidnap me or something." Kagami yells at you again, as he rants about how he's not an old man. 

All you do is grin at him, until he gets bored and rolls his eyes ready to walk away. "Whatever, Kuroko let's go I'm starving." Kuroko nods and hold his hand out towards you. "You wanna join you look like you could use it."

A little stunned by his kindness your cheeks flush as you shrug "Why not, what's the harm in it."  As you grab his soft hands and follow the red and blue haired duo along, Kagami insists that Kuroko shouldn't have brought you along and that's he not an old man.

You can't help it, their chaotic energy is contagious so much so that you grin the whole walk.

So if anyone's to blame it should be these two.

Nobody should have let you meet red and blue.

#knb x reader #seirin #akashi seijūrō #knb kuroko #kuroko no basuke x reader #kagami taiga #knb kagami #knb fluff #knb x y/n #knb taiga x reader #knb kuroko x reader #kuroko x reader #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #murasakibara x reader #kise ryouta #knb murasakibara #aomine x reader #knb aomine #kuroko no basket

[topsytervy]

Graduation Present ~ Quinn Hughes

synopsis: Quinn flies from Vancouver to Michigan to watch you walk across the stage and he gets you the best graduation gift you could have asked for (besides a puppy)

word count: 2,574?

warnings: swearing, spelling/ grammar mistakes, small mentions of drinking, i think thats it.

Note: this may contain more mistakes than usual solely because my computer decided that while I was editing this it was going to make me miserable in every way possible. Acting slow, whenever I would correct my spelling and grammar with the suggestions it would duplicate the word or smush it together with the next one and listen, I was over it after the first five minutes of it pulling that shit so I pushed through it the best I could and fixed what I caught that it messed up. So yeah. Enjoy :)

~~

"Quinn!" You shouted, running down the steps of your parent's front porch as you watched your boyfriend unload his bags out of the car in the evening light.

A small smile made its way on Quinn's lips as he turned around and saw you running towards him, holding his arms open slightly for you and when he felt your arms wrap around his waist, his wrapped around your neck, arms resting around your shoulders.

He was absolutely exhausted from his long day of travel but seeing you lifted his spirits.

"Hey, gorgeous. Missed you." He mumbled into your hair, kissing your temple and letting himself relax slightly.

You and Quinn had been dating for a while, having known each other longer thanks to Luke being friends with your younger sister. Back in high school when you and Quinn got your license, it wasn't uncommon for you and Quinn to run into each other when one of you were picking up or dropping off your siblings. Sometimes you even took Luke home if Quinn wanted to hang out with friends. And then both of you ended up attending University of Michigan so you two stuck together as much as you could since you two were familiar with each other.

Summer going into sophomore year of college was when Quinn had asked you out and when sophomore year came to a close and Quinn was getting ready to go to Vancouver, you two decided to give long distance a shot. Both of you were pleasantly surprised at how well it was working out for the two of you.

Of course there were times when Quinn or you would wish you two weren't so far from each other, however you both knew you had a couple of times throughout the year that you two could spend time with each other.

Like now. The offseason had officially started and Quinn couldn't have been more grateful of the timing so he could watch you walk across the stage and get your diploma. He only wished he could've gotten a slightly earlier flight.

"Missed you too," you replied, kissing his cheek before burying your head back into his neck.

"Alright, lovebirds. Pack it up before I vomit all over the grass." Jack hollered, not entirely thrilled that he had to be the one to pick up Quinn at 7 o'clock at night.

"Why don't you go inside and stop watching us then?" Quinn shot back, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

He hadn't held you since you visited him during spring break so he’d be damned if he was going to let his younger brother tell him when to let you go.

You heard Jack groan as you pulled back a little and kissed Quinn on the lips, followed by a 'get a room' before hearing the front door open.

"Quinn!" You heard Ellen say and you pulled away from Quinn so she could hug her oldest son.

"Hi, mom," he greeted her as he wrapped his arms around her.

"So glad you were able to get a flight out. Are you hungry? We saved some dinner for you." She pulled away and looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"I could eat."

Ellen smiled before turning back to the house. "I'll fix your plate while you get settled in." And then she was gone.

"Feels good to be back?" You asked, reaching into the trunk and grabbing Quinn's backpack to carry inside.

Quinn made a noise of disapproval at you grabbing his things before he took his bag from you and picked up his duffle. "Of course it does, my love." He told you, kissing your lips one last time before slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. "Am I rooming with my girlfriend or am I forced into a room with my brothers?"

You grinned, grabbing his hand as you closed the trunk for him. "I'm going to be your roomie if that's okay."

"Sounds better than okay." He answered, following you towards the house.

Once inside, you grabbed Quinn's bags from him and before he could protest, you told him to sit down and eat.

He reluctantly sat down and you disappeared down the hall to set his bags in your room.

"Quinn! It's good to see you," your mom beamed as he sat down with the plate his mom handed him.

"Good to see you too, y/m/n. How have you been?" He asked.

"I've been good. How about you?"

"Doing alright."

"Sorry about the season, Quinn" your dad chimed in.

"It's alright. There's always next season." He scooped some mashed potatoes onto his fork and took a bite, glancing down the hall when he heard your footsteps coming back into the living room, giving you a smile as you sat down next to him.

The next hour consisted of Quinn catching up with his family and yours, his plate empty next to him.

You glanced over at the clock on the wall and stood up, stretching. "I better get to bed. Early day tomorrow." You sighed, grabbing Quinn's plate to wash before heading to bed but he grabbed it back from you.

"I'll wash this really quick and then I'll join you. I'm beat."

You smiled at your boyfriend before bidding good night to everyone, heading towards the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. As you looked in the mirror while you brushed your teeth, you watched Quinn sneak in next to you with his own toothbrush, grabbing your toothpaste as he wets the toothbrush.

You basked in the domestic feeling of it all as Quinn asked you about a quick rundown of tomorrow as he brushed his teeth.

"Wake up, get ready, go to graduation, take some pictures, come home, eat, relax." You told him, Quinn's hand coming up to your hair to hold it back as you spit into the sink, rinsing it down the drain as you rinsed off your toothbrush.

Quinn nods, following suit before turning to you. "You're amazing, you know that?"

You smiled. "I've been told once or twice by a certain someone."

Quinn wrapped his arms around your waist, "only once or twice? Then I'm failing as a boyfriend." He joked, kissing your nose.

"Sure you are. You only get me flowers and chocolate every Valentines Day, birthday and anniversary. Always making time for me, even if it's just a five-minute phone call, no matter how busy you are. Oh, and let's not forget the care package you have Luke drop off every month when I'm on my period, which by the way, he’s tired of being your errand boy and told me to tell you to just send it through the mail. You’re totally failing as a boyfriend."

"You deserve it all." He placed a kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you y/n and you deserve nothing but the best. Especially now."

You brought your hands up to cup his face. "And you deserve the world because you're the best, Quinn." You told him.

"Oh my god. Seriously. You two are taking over the bathroom now?" Jack’s voice cut through the air and Quinn groaned as you let out a giggle.

"Come on, Quinny. Let's go to bed before we make Jack sick." You grabbed Quinn's hand and pushed past Jack.

"You two better not do anything," Jack called after you two but you two pay him no mind, disappearing into your bedroom and closing the door most of the way, leaving it open enough for when your cat inevitably decides to join you.

Quinn knew you wouldn’t though, at least not for another hour. You're excited that he’s here with you and that tomorrow you will walk across the stage, all the hard work you put into school finally paying off.

You and Quinn climbed into bed, facing each other as you moved closer to him so you could snuggle into his chest and he draped his arm around you, letting his hand softly rub your back as he attempted to lull you to sleep.

And as tired as he was, he listened as you quietly rambled about whatever came to your mind, humming every once in a while, so you knew he was still awake and listening. Eventually though, you trailed off, letting yourself shut down for the night as Quinn continued to rub your back, watching as your eyes fluttered close before he closed his own.

"Night baby. Love you." He whispered as he pulled you closer.

"Love you too, Quinny. Sweet dreams." You managed to get out before letting yourself finally fall asleep.

**

You sat down next to Quinn, slumping against him as his arm went around your shoulders as friends and family gathered around the bonfire your cousins had started, a beer in Quinn's hand as he chatted with everyone. You were in a hoodie that belonged to Quinn at some point and a random pair of pajama pants, your third, and final, outfit change of the night after changing from your graduation dress into something you wouldn’t mind getting something spilled in after you got home that afternoon.

Quinn glanced over at you when your aunt walked away for another glass of wine, letting his mouth drop next to your ear.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Just worn out."

Quinn smiled as he kissed the top of your head. "Long day for you. I’d be surprised if you weren't."

"I'm surprised your voice isn't hoarse considering how loud you were cheering. The world won't believe me when I tell them Quinn Hughes was actually loud and excited for once," you teased as you looked up at him, "it was like you and Jack switched personalities for the ceremony. Your reaction to me graduating was almost the same reaction that Jack had when Luke got drafted to the devils." you finished, referencing how loud Quinn cheered from his seat when you walked across the stage, matching the volume with half of your family as you stared straight ahead, your face starting to heat up.

You caught a glimpse of all of them though when you walked off the stage. Your immediate family along with 4/5 of the Hughes family all stood up and cheered as Jack and your extended family remained seated, clapping before Jack caught your eye and shot you a thumbs up.

"Baby, you are one of the few people I will stand up and cheer for like that. You know this." Quinn’s smile grew as he brought his beer up to his lips and took a drink, swallowing before speaking again. "I think that you should go upstairs and take a power nap."

"If I take a power nap, I might not go back to bed when I get up and I can't risk messing up my sleep schedule." You tried but Quinn shot you a look.

"You won't mess it up. It's seven pm. You'll be up no later than 9 and you'll go back to bed at midnight." He said, nodding towards the screen door. "Go take a nap."

You sighed, leaning more into Quinn. "Fine, I'll take a nap but I'm taking one right here." You told him firmly, closing your eyes.

You felt Quinn move slightly, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head before resting his arm back around you and starting a conversation with your sister, the sound of their voices putting you to sleep.

You stirred awake a couple of hours later, blinking as you gathered where you were.

The chatter between friends and family had died down quite significantly, along with the bonfire, just a baby if a flame dancing along the wood.

You heard your dad and mom bid Quinn a quiet good night before you heard footsteps and then the screen door opening and closing behind them.

You let out a small yawn and Quinn looked down at you, brushing the hair that had fallen into your face away.

"Don’t you feel better after that nap?" He cooed and you shrugged, sitting up straight and stretching.

"I still feel tired if I'm honest." You responded, looking around to see everyone gone.

"Well then let's go to bed, yeah?" Quinn said, going to stand but you grabbed his bicep to stop him.

"No. Let's just stay out here for a bit longer. Have some us time." You said, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure.

Quinn smiled at you, pulling you back into his arms as he leaned back on the bench, and you felt your own smile grow.

You sighed as you closed your eyes again, basking in his warmth. "Thank you for being there for all the late-night breakdowns and making sure I took care of myself."

Quinn pressed his lips against your temple. "Anytime, baby." He paused for a second before continuing. "What are you going to do with your free time?"

You laughed. "Free time? Right. Well, going to start applying for jobs, that internship I had this year should help land one fairly quick, and while I'm doing that, I'll pick up some more hours at the job I have." You shrugged. "I'm just gonna go with it, I guess. Wherever the wind takes me."

You felt Quinn start moving so you sat up, allowing him to do the same. "I have a graduation gift for you." He told you as his hand went to the pocket of his sweatpants.

You watched him pull out something slim before he handed it to you, your eyes skimming over the words that were on it.

"It's a ticket to Vancouver. It's your ticket to Vancouver." He whispered.

You looked up at him, "what?"

"I want you to move in with me." He started, "we've been together two and a half years and I wasn't going to ask you to move to Vancouver when you were still finishing your degree, so I figured I'd wait until you graduated. You can apply for jobs there and we won't have to go months before we can see each other in person again. It's okay if you don-"

You cut Quinn off by pressing your lips to his, your hands cupping his cheek, the ticket still in your hand and Quinn kissed back, his hands going to your waist.

When you finally pulled away, Quinn spoke. "I'll take that as you're coming back to Vancouver with me towards the end of the offseason."

You nodded. “Absolutely. I'll start looking for jobs and I'll put in my notice at my work in the next couple of months."

"Or," Quinn started, "you could put in your two weeks tomorrow and you can spend the entire summer with me at the lake house."

You bit your lip as your hands dropped from his face to your lap, ticket still in your hand as you stared at it.

You felt Quinn take your hands in his. "Let yourself have one last summer vacation like when we were kids. No responsibilities. Just fun."

You smiled before nodding. "Okay. I'll put in my two weeks tomorrow and then once I'm done, I'm all yours for the summer."

Quinn pulled you into his chest as he leaned back once more, kissing you yet again. "And all mine after summer." He mumbled against your lips.

You chuckled before pecking his lips one last time and let yourself rest against him. "Yes. And after summer too."

~~~

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes x reader

[louiscarrotsxoxo]

chapter eleven (berryhill)

Harry

I look into my mom's eyes as she looks shocked at the most at what she had saw, I hope I can make an excuse for this.

Or rather we, I don't want Lou to get in trouble. Or make mum didn't see, if she didn't it'd be loads off me, there's so much to explain.

"Hi Mum!" I said trying to be chirpy, but still extremely nervous on the inside.

"Hi there Harry, Louis," she starts "Louis you're Mum wanted me to give you an overnight bag, I understand you wanted to spend the night honey?" My mum asks, looking to Louis as he is stood in shock.

"Erm, yes, tell Mum I said thank you!" Louis said confused as he walked back to my room.

I pondered if my Mum had known already, or she had been stunned for a different reason, what if she didn't accept us? What then?

My fingers tap awkwardly on my thigh as I look to my Mum and walk away. Why is this so awkward? I thought, because I'm hiding the biggest secret of a lifetime, or of my lifetime; I like boys.

It came as a realization for me, that I had feelings for Louis, I wasn't sure if my Mum would accept us, or even understand us in the first place.

That's what I was truly afraid of, I just wanted to be accepted. I think I'm in love with Louis. That's the scary part.

So much has changed, I thought. Wouldn't I have to deal with this when I was much older? Maybe I'm just too young, I don't know the meaning of love yet! But I might be starting to realize it.

Maybe I'm overthinking this entire thing...

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Louis

I looked at my backpack as I zoned out thinking about Harry, just the thought of him gave me butterflies. I love the way his shot curls frame his face, and his green eyes shine against the light in a room, creating a light of their own, I was crazy about him.

Maybe one day we could be boyfriends when we grow up, I thought. I could buy him pretty flowers and take him on dates and spoil him, maybe he would like that.

I'm really starting to like the idea of being gay, I thought, especially since Faith is on our butts about everything, girls are truly crazy, I thought.

But I like Harry. 

My thoughts were washed over by the butterflies in my stomach as Harry had leaned over and whispered to me, it caused a shiver to go up my spine

"Hey Lou." Harry said 

"Hi H, you kind of scared me." I said nervously 

"Did I? Sorry Lou?" Harry said as he placed his hand dangerously close to mine, causing me to blush instantly.

Two beats later Harry and I are found staring into each other’s eyes, I looked to his lips as they are curled up in a smile.

"Hey Lou?" Harry asks

"Yes H?" I say as I blink slowly 

"You know one thing I'd love you to be for me?" Harry says as he smirks 

"Hm?" I say playfully 

"Be my, boyfriend." Harry says 

"Nuh uh Harry, I wanted you to be my boyfriend!" I pout

"How can we both be boyfriend's Lou?" Harry asked

"I don’t know, will you be my boyfriend?" I asked halfheartedly

"I asked you first Lou!" Harry laughs

"Yes, I'll be your boyfriend." I say as I roll my eyes

"Then I'll be yours too." Harry says 

I look to him as a light in his eyes shines brighter than I could ever imagine. I realize now I have a special connection with Harry, I just didn't know it yet, I thought to myself. I could be serious and wonder what the heck we were doing, but I couldn't help but desire his lips on my own, no matter how hard I fought it. In the end we were both just a couple of kids discovering each other on the way of growing up.

“Lou why so serious?” Harry laughs as he breaks the ice that was between us.

“I’m thinking about you seriously, H, that’s why.” I said as I threw myself onto Harry for a hug

“I like you, Harry.” I whispered as my face was smushed into his chest

“I like you too Lou.” Harry laughed as he ruffled my hair, I felt a strange purr as I jumped to find a black cat with green eyes almost seeming to match Haz’s, maybe he was related to the cat?

That’s just silly now

“Have you met my cat, Dusty?” Harry laughed as the cat perched at us from the bookshelf in Harry’s room.

The dim lights seemed to make his room feel homey, the magnolia-colored lights casted over the room, matching Harry’s aura. I never thought when I saw Harry that day, I would be falling this deep, I never thought any of this would be what my life would be like, except it hasn’t changed much at all, it’s just Harry I should suppose.

I felt a pit in my stomach as Harry’s thigh and mine touched. I would say I’ve never been this jumpy, I just never have had a crush, there’s so many words I would love to say, I just don’t have the courage to say them.

But when I think back to the fight Harry and I had, was it really a fight against each other? Or a fight against our feelings, our heart’s? This is all too complicated, is love this complicated?

It’s not that complicated, c’mon now

Are we even doing this right? Crushing, at least, there’s probably a lot of things I’m doing wrong, I laughed to myself.

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Harry

I feel dizzy at this moment thinking about everything that’s happened in such a short amount of time, with Faith, those bullies, and Louis’s mum and mine, it’s inevitable that those will come back to bite us in the bum, or arse as Louis would say.

So many feelings begin to explode inside my stomach and inside my head, I like Louis, I like Louis Tomlinson. I just don’t realize what I’m afraid of, facing the fact that we might be different from everyone else in the entire grade? Or that it took us that long to figure it out?

That’s what I’m afraid of.

I sigh and look up at the ceiling as if the answers are written on the upper floor walls, I wish they were. People honestly say ‘don’t worry about it’ but I just can’t help but desire Louis’s lips on my own, I can’t help but want to hold his hand, I can’t help to do all the things I know that are fundamentally wrong by some people, was I told that? No. But I may have done some research of my own.

I couldn’t give a flying fuck about Faith’s opinions about what love is, or two wrongs don’t make a right. Would that mean that Louis and I are two wrongs? What if two wrongs make a right? What if they don’t?

Sometimes I forget I’m talking inside my head.

I take in a big breath and let it go slowly as I attempt to relax, by chance my head snaps to the right as I hear a strange noise as I was relieved by the curious cat Dusty hissing at Louis’s red vans laying idle on the floor beside the bed, that cat is crazy, I thought.

“I don’t think Dusty likes me, Harry.” Louis mumbled

“She for sure likes you, Lou! How could anyone not like you!” I exclaim as Louis blushes

I kissed his nose as his cheeks began to blossom and flutter in shades of red. I chuckle as my lips capture his, whatever we are is killing me slowly, but I’m holding on for the ride. I feel Louis’s hands tangle in my hair as I ascend to cloud nine, I’d always loved kissing him since our first kiss. I love the feeling that I get when our lips lock, I love to hear the way my ears pop as if I’m physically going way up high. It’s so addicting.

I feel Louis pull away as he snuggles into my side, I find a small reason to cringe for some reason, but I don’t. Sometimes that immature goof in you has to sneak out at times.

I give Louis a few pecks as he giggles slowly. He captures my lips once again as we toss around on the bed as the television plays in the background. Creating a static to our muffles of play and harmless pleasure, I begin to tickle Louis’s sides as he gasps and wriggles away from my grasp.

I smirk as I pull my fingers away from his sides as he gasps and hiccups from his endless laughter.

“So, I take that my Louis is ticklish?” I tease playfully as Louis deadpans me and shakes his head disapprovingly

“I know you love me.” I sing as I get up from the bed and shake my hips seductively

“Haz! What the fuck are you doing!’ Louis curses and omits a high-pitched laugh

“Seducing my boyfriend, obviously.” I scoff as Louis throws a pillow at my face.

My smile grows wider as I drag him to the end of the bed as he squeals.

 “Rawr!” I growl

“What?! Haz you are so weird!” Louis laughs as I can’t help but pull my face into the sassiest expression I can fix up.

“You love my weird self, admit it, Lou.” I squint my eyes as Louis nods and hums as butterflies begin to take a flight inside my stomach.

“Boyfriend and best friend, you’re quite lucky if I do say myself honey.” I say as my voice dips in sugar sweet dulcet slyness, like a cat charming it’s curious capturer that oh so helplessly has it wrapped around their finger, or paws, I might add.

“Honey? Best of both worlds.” Louis mumbles before the light encased in the room becomes dark and the moonlight casted over both of our bodies through the large canopy window.

I smiled once more as I my head plumets onto the pillow beside Louis’s head and I close my eyes.

If only I could see a glimpse of what’s to come

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A/N: Well, well well, we have some Larry fluff going on here! Everything seems peachy perfect from here on out! NOT *evil laughs* could Harry's suspicions be right? What could be in store for the both of them? Comment you're theories!

all the love, Louiscarrotsxoxo 💛

[i-cant-sing]

No cause I'm imagining Enji waking up in the middle of the night to get himself some water, and he walks into the kitchen to see his baby and that bleached brat cooking some brownies and dancing to some soft tunes. Bakugou has his arms wrapped around you, his forehead resting on yours as you slowly move your bodies around and laugh.

He kisses your nose, watching it crinkle. "It really was worth sneaking into your house to fix your cravings, hm?" You nodded, tapping his cheek. "Yep, but we have to be quiet. I don't want mom waking up and then she'll ground me for staying past bedtime for months."

"What about your dad?"

You shrugged. "He knows I'm a good kid, won't do anything to put myself in trouble. Plus, he and I have woken up many times to get some ice cream at night. Besides," you leaned in closer. "-if anyone's gonna get in trouble with him, it's you. For keeping his sweet daughter up at night because you missed her and bribed her with brownies."

Katsuki smirks, trapping you between him and the counter with his arms and leaning in closer until your lips were just a few centimetres away. "Oh yeah? He thinks I'm the bad guy corrupting his daughter?" He asks, about to kiss you but suddenly was pulled away by the scruff of his neck.

"Yes." Enji's daunting voice halts Katsuki from blasting whoever grabbed him from behind and was holding him like a kitten.

"D-dad!" You sputtered but Enji narrowed his eyes at you. "Why are you awake at this ungodly hour?"

"Its winter holidays... I just wanted some brownies..."

"You should've woken me up. You know I would gotten them for you, princess."

You nodded timidly. "Yeah but I didn't wanna disturb you. You'd came home after a whole month, I just thought you should get some rest."

Enji sighed. He could never be mad at you, especially when you had the purest intentions at heart. You really are an angel (and you were dating this blonde spawn of the devil.)

"Alright. But you go to bed now. Don't wanna worry your mother about giving you some melatonin for no reason." You nodded, before standing on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. "Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight, darling."

You looked at Katsuki, who leaned in to kiss you goodbye but was stopped by Enji pushing his face away. "Yeah that's enough defiling my daughter." You just waved at Katsuki and gave your dad a look that meant "please don't hurt him." before leaving.

Katsuki felt awkward standing around so he began to take his leave as well, but was pulled back his shoulder.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Out-"

"Not yet. You're gonna stay back, finish baking your brownies, and then clean up the kitchen. If I even see a speck of dust in here, I will beat your ass before letting Rei skin you alive for not only keeping our daughter up, but also daring to use her kitchen. Now, chop chop."

Needless to say, the kitchen was shining and there was a box of brownies waiting for you outside your door. You let your father take the credit for it, but you knew it was lover boy who did it all.💞

Also me imagining Shotou walking in on his sister and Katsuki arguing loudly and Shotou thinks "yeah, your relationship is about to end. Finally." But when he hears what yall are arguing about, he's confused.

Y/n, holding Katsuki's face and showing him tye mirror: ARE YOU BLIND??? LOOK AT YOURSELF! YOU ARE VERY CLEARLY MY BABY!

Katsuki, smushing your cheeks together: IF ANYONE IS THE BABY IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, ITS YOU! LOOK HOW ADORABLE YOU ARE! *bites your cheek and tugs it a bit with his teeth*

Y/n, winces and pulls him away: NO WAY! LOOK AT THESE CHUBBY CHEEKS THAT I WILL DIE FOR *starts to pull his cheeks* YOU ARE THE CUTIE!

Katsuki, angrily: NO, YOU ARE THE CUTIE!!

Shotou, watching the two of you pulling each others cheeks and calling each other cute names: ... I wanna be included in this... whatever it is...

#yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #bnha bakugou #yandere bakugou #bakugou headcanons #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere endeavor #yandere enji todoroki #yandere todoroki family #yandere todoroki clan #yandere shotou todoroki #yandere shoto x reader #yandere rei todoroki #yandere rei

[aecu]

being mark’s gf and u being genuinely innocent n naive but so terribly unknowing of how hot and gorgeous u are, even the other boys tease him that u’re putting an act up for him so he’d fuck and corrupt u. having him over for dinner for the first time and hearing u say daddy and mark not being able to take the way ur skirt swishes around ur thighs and ending up stuffing ur panties into ur mouth to shut u up as he fucks u in ur bedroom so ur parents can’t hear u 🤲🏼😿

just so you know, i am definitely working on a longer thing for this but since you’re a new anon i do not wanna keep you waiting so here is a quick(ish) summary of my thoughts :)

mark would feel so dirty getting hard just by looking at your thighs. vulgar thoughts run rampant through his head, things like painting your thighs with his cum, or making you whine when he pulls out and cums on your pussy instead of inside, just to make a mess between your legs. it’s hard to contain himself, and it’s not made any easier when he hears the word ‘daddy’ leave your mouth. he knows it’s cliche, he knows that it shouldn’t make him wanna take you over the table, but it does.

later that night when it’s just the two of you in your childhood bedroom, mark is all over you. hugging you from the back, leaving kisses on your neck. you know he wants something, he’s not very subtle about it, and the worst part is that you want him too.

you feel so dirty, soaking your panties over the thought of your boyfriend fucking you stupid in the room you grew up in, down the hall from your parents no less. whether you admit it or not, it excites you. it sends an unfamiliar thrill through your veins and sooner rather than later, you’re giving in to the feeling.

he fucks you at a brutal pace, lightly creaking the bed as he pounds into you from behind. your face is smushed against the bed while he keeps your back in a deep arch, watching the way you swallow his cock into your cunt, leaving a pretty sheen down the length of it. he wants to keep going with no concerns, but he knows you’re getting too loud and regardless of how exciting the idea of being caught sounds, the last thing he wants is to face your mom and dad after fucking their daughter in their house.

conveniently, your soaked underwear lies just beside him and before you know it, the cotton is shoved between your lips, affectively muffling your sounds of pleasure.

#just a little sampler of what i’m thinking of hehe #welcome new anon i love u forever and ever mwah mwah #🎞 anon #asks #mark lee smut

[dr4kenlvr]

can i 💤 in ur bed, i sh!tted in mine lol

pairing: most of the toman boys x gn!reader (separate)

genre: crack/humour (writing this was so wack help)

request: Hey I hope you had a good day. I don’t know if you’re taking requests or not but if you are ... may I request a headcanon of tokrev guys reacting to reader saying “hey can I sleep in your bed I shit in mine”? (Based on a tiktok)

a/n: HELPPPPP this is so funny im dying imagining the look on ken's face,, also i did a mini scenario-like format to fit more boys in, hope that's alright! (they're basically smushed together headcanons) + um,, lots of swearing!! nana has a huge pottymouth but so do these boys

you've been meaning to pull this prank on him for a while, ever since you saw that tiktok. walking down the path to his room, you could barely supress your laughter. you creak open his door, standing there with a still expression before telling him, "hey.. can i sleep in your bed? i shit in mine."

mikey: he rubs his eyes and yawns at your sudden appearance at his door. this mf probably didn't hear you the first time, so he just goes "huh?" when you repeat yourself, his ears perk up and his eyes widen and he just bursts out laughing because what the fuck did you just say?? he's still laughing, moving the blanket over and pats down the place next to him. "you weirdo.."

draken: grumbles and rolls over at the intrusion, he stills for a moment before he processes what you just said. he sits up, "you what?" "i shit-" "no, be quiet, i heard you" he's looking at you with a face that could only be described as stanky and annoyed. (HELPPPP) either way he scooches over, but lays back down, not bothering to say anything else. the man is tired.

takemitchi: he definitely didn't hear you at first, honestly got scared when he woke up to someone at his door like that. you tell him again, and he just "HUH? YOU- YOU WHAT?" he sits up, and asks if you need help cleaning. "you'd do that for me? you'd help me clean my shit? he stumbles on his words, "well i mean... i don't really want to.."

baji: "huh?" he's looking at you with the most confused face ever, eyes squinting at the sudden light. you repeat your words. he just looks at you for a moment, looking at the clock and back at you. you stand there waiting for a response. finally he says, "that's fucking gross, y/n... get in."

chifuyu: he's passed out, so you gotta shake him up to tell him that you shitted in your bed. "wha.. what? what do you mean you shitted in your bed?-" he pauses, then sniffs his nose "huh, i guess you really did." you smack him gently, "stop omg i was joking!" he grins at you, bedhair and all, "me too babe- you smell great don't worry!"

kazutora: he is.. shocked to say the least. just looking at you like :o because it's so random. "um,, okay?" "that's it? just okay? so i can sleep with you?" you give him hopeful eyes. he looks around, "i mean i guess, but don't get shit stains on my bed, my mom will literally kill me."

mitsuya: "sorry love? did you just say you shitted in your bed?" you nod, shuffling your feet around for emphasis. "well.. did you clean it up yet?" you shake your head, "i was wondering if i could sleep in your bed.. and maybe you could help me clean it up..." "no." "huh?" "no, go to sleep y/n." mitsuya is tired of your shit, and hakkai's shit.

peh-yan: "HUH?? YOU WHAT IN YOUR BED?" you almost broke the act right then and there, i mean- when he's standing there in a white tank and tiger boxers, looking out of his mind, how could you compose yourself? "yeah ryohei.. could i sleep with you?" "fuck no, no, let's go clean it, what the fuck."

smiley: he looks at you like -o- for a while,, until a huge smile appears on his face and he just goes: "get out then you smelly bitch!"

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou (send an ask or dm to be added)

#mikey sano x reader #draken x reader #takemitchi hanagaki x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji keisuke x reader #peh yan x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #smiley kawata x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #takemitchi x reader #chifuyu x reader #baji x reader #mitsuya x reader #smiley x reader #tokyo revengers crack #tokyo revengers fluff #request #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader

[nana-phobia]

The Afton Family

Genre: Dark-Content, Smut, Crack, Yandere Themes.

Pairings: William Afton x MILF! Reader x Michael Afton

TW: This series may contain Stepcest, drugging, sexual intercourse, Manipulation, Lots of Dirty Talks, and Heavy Kinks. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

A/N: This is the continuation of my short fic called 'The Afton Family'. The first one is now considered as the FIRST CHAPTER.

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 5 [Masterlist] CHAPTER 6

Michael stared at you with widened while William just sat there while tapping his fingers on the table.

"W-what?..." Michael asked, you looked at him and saw how his eyes were glossy. You quickly stood straight and waved your hands while shaking your head to a no.

"It's not like that!! We're getting a divorce cause...I wanna... I wanna continue what we three have..." You continued, you quickly sat down and started to hide your face while William patted your head.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked again as he turned to his father with furrowed brows.

"What she means is, she wants both of us to fuck her but she can't do that since she is your mom and she would feel uncomfortable so we both decided to divorce...and if we're lucky...maybe she'll pick one of us..." William continued, the last part of his sentence was whispered with a smirk on his face. Michael turned to look at you, you stared back at him with your big doe eyes. He squinted his eyes at you before sitting back down again.

"What are the rules?" He asked, your eyes started to sparkle as you looked at Michael with hope. William looked at you, he felt his heart clench but decided to ignore it by continuing to frantically tap his fingers on the table.

"Its simple really...No consent means No fucking, Respect each other but mostly Y/N" William answered, Michael, scoffed.

"I didn't know you know what consent and respect mean..." He commented.

"I'm not a monster, Michael...Maybe I am but am not a sexual offender nor do I condone Woman harassment" William added with a sly smirk. For once, Michael was proud to say that he was lucky that his father wasn't that low of a person.

Silence filled the room as the three of you sat there, waiting for another person to talk. Lifting your hand, you swiftly removed the strand of hair that was distracting you and tucked it behind your ear.

"We need to hear your answer, Michael..." William started. Michael looked at his father with a deadly gaze but once he turned to look at you, his face turned soft and it was replaced with worry and questions.

You felt your heart flutter at how he stared at you, you quietly played with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N..." He called out to you.

"Y-Yes?..." You softly asked, If you were talking in front of a mirror--You were sure that you looked like an appropriate gift for valentines day because of your redness.

"Are you sure you want this? I really didn't mean it and I'll move ou--" You didn't even let Michael finish when you bolted up and leaned towards him, Michael felt his face heat up.

"It's fine! I actually...Let's just say I've been having...desires..." You added, Michael was about to speak up when William let out a cough.

You immediately sat back down and looked at William, He stared at you with raised brows and his eyes squinting. He was angry but to your surprise, he smiled.

"It's settled then, This arrangement will continue--" He stopped and grabbed your face by your cheeks, smushing them together. You started to rub your thighs together, fidgeting under the cold and serious gaze he was giving you.

Michael could only grit his teeth as he watched.

"You're our little whore~" William continued as he opened his mouth using his thumb and spitted inside your mouth, He roughly lets go of your face and proceeded to walk up the stairs--completely leaving you and Michael.

"A-Are you okay?..." The boy in front of you asked due to your being hung low, you looked up at him with a hazy gaze, drool on the side of your mouth, and a crazy smile. Michael gulped.

"I'm all good~ I'm now William and Michael's slut~" You cooed, Michael felt his jeans start to tighten as he stared at your features.

You may have given them the green light to fuck you but he knew better, he wanted you to trust him and be his so he won't want to do anything to stain than with hatred and lust.

Michael smiled, looking at his watch and it said 11:45. He quickly stood up and rushed to the door.

"I'm going to work, please take care of yourself, Y/N" He said before rushing out. You stood there with a pout, you thought he was gonna do something to you.

Michael is an innocent boy who hasn't had real fun sex yet, he's sweet like vanilla and has high morals of treating a woman with class but you were not like that.

You were an insatiable monster, people would call you a succubus if they ever saw your inner desires. Your desires to be fucked by both the afton's, treating you like a whore and being the only woman they ever use for their satisfaction.

William was right...You know this family wasn't normal and so were you...

William sat on his office chair, typing away letters and numbers on the files he needed to send for his job but even though he was trying his best to distract himself from the constant pain. He was angry.

How could you look at Michael like that when you never looked at him with those expressions? You only look at him like a hungry demon waiting to be fed with his cum, You never showed him the sparkles in your eyes.

"Fuck..." He groaned before leaning into his chair.

It was no shock that William was a scary man, he was an abusive father, A sadist, and a murderer--although you and Michael didn't know he killed children, you both were afraid to get on his bad side...

If he could, he would but he loves you so much that he was willing to not take away the thing that made your eyes glimmer with hope, love, and satisfaction. He was willing to not kill his son on the spot.

"Michael...MICHAEL!" The black-haired boy jolted from his seat and stared at the person in front of him, It was his co-worker. Jessica.

"What do you want?" He groaned as a reply, Jessica rolled her eyes then stretched out his arm towards him with an open hand.

"Give me the keys to the storeroom, I need to refill the cabinets" With a grumble and a headache, Michael gave the key to her.

"What's gotten into you? This job is shitty but did something happen?" Michael raised his head.

"Nothing---Actually...I have a question?" He asked, Jessica, fixed her posture and crossed her arms; waiting for him to continue.

"Hypothetically if a person you like was fucking your father but you two also slept together...what would you do?" He asked, Jessica's expression contorted into a scowl as he looked at her friend.

"What the fuck have you been doing on your weekend?"

"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Michael whined, she just sighed and started playing with the keys.

"Well this is my opinion and I think it's disgusting, just find some other woman to fuck and stop seeing the girl your dad already put his dick in"

"But what if I like this girl?"

"Then that's a problem, I mean are they married?"

"Y-Yes?..."

"Then that would be incest---wait---You just said...I?" Michael's eyes widened and quickly sat down to do some work.

"Oh my fucking god...Michael Afton!??!" She yelled, everyone inside the convenience store turned to look your way. You turned around and apologized to everyone then quickly turned to look at Michael who was biting his lip. A habit he does whenever he feels guilty.

"You've been fucking your step-mom?" You hissed quietly, Michael looked at you with a warning look.

"No?" You rolled your eyes.

"Let's talk about this at lunch break" You added before walking away.

"I pretty much don't want to talk about it with my friend!" He yelled.

"Too bad! You can suck it up and don't be a bitch!" You yelled back.

Well at least he was thankful that you weren't that quick to judge him...or so he thought?...

Taglist (OPEN): @astrobunny @large-juice @leonamberley @ulilililiu

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #fanfic #michael afton x reader #michael afton smut #william afton smut

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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[kingsuckjin]

Ungodly Beast 2

⸸ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader, Priest! Namjoon x reader

⸸ Rated: M (18+)

⸸ Genre: smut, horror, fluff?, angst?

⸸ Synopsis: You’d rather go to hell yourself than let the devil take your baby, even if he helped create him… even if your little boy is beginning to sprout horns.

⸸ Warnings: (may contain spoilers) death, kidnapping, kind of depression and some heavy feels, satanic symbolism, voyeurism, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap your ding dong before playing ping pong), more sinful shit, male masturbation, dom-ish reader, strangulation (like also not in a sexy way), dom! Jungkook, spit kink, the most dirty talk you've ever seen, fisting, fingering, dick size kink, daddy kink, degradation, impreg kink, pain kink, devil kook still looks wild, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, biting and scratching, blood play/blood eating, tattoo kink, really rough sex, a very jealous Jungkook, more death/murder, a very brief mention of drugs, fluffy sex, gore, a fight scene, it's just graphic and awful.

⸸ Words: 15k

⸸ Note: I’d link the first part in this fic here, but tumblr has been doing this cute little thing where if you insert a link in something then the fic won’t show up in the tags. So I very sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but you’ll have to go through my masterlist to find part 1. Also, an anon told me that this fic goes really well with the album Too Weird to Live too Rare to die by panic at the disco, specifically the song Far too young to die, so if you're looking for something to listen too while reading this, then that would be perfect.

"What have you done?"

Those were your mother's first words after telling her you were pregnant. You had no idea how she knew, perhaps it was the worried, troubled, tired look on your face that that told her. Maybe she just sensed it, sensed the seed of half evil already taken root and growing inside of you.

You stayed silent, confirming an unspoken conclusion between you. She clutched at the rosary around her neck as her shocked, open mouth quivered and glossy tears pooled in her eyes.

"You didn't…" She whispered, "please tell me you didn't." 

Out of shame, you still didn't speak.

"How did you know?" You finally decided to ask.

"I've dealt with him before, I know the way his terrible presence feels, and now I feel it with you. I almost can't stand it." Her words both stung and made you have an unsettling feeling that crawled up your spine. Was it simply the baby she had felt? Had he marked you somehow and now it was you making her feel like this? Or was he with you? Silently watching and waiting.

"What did you give for the child?" Your mother was nearly in sobs now.

"He didn't tell me at first-" you began to try to defend yourself but your mother cut you off.

"He never does. What was it?" 

"He's taking him…" you felt the prick of tears sting your eyes now too. You had to cover your mouth quite suddenly to keep a sob from escaping. It hurt to think about, to talk about. You were afraid. "...when he turns five."

She took your hands between hers and looked you in the eyes.

"We will do everything we can, I promise. We will fight."

You nodded and attempted to blink away the tears.

"Pray with me. We can pray. God will help us, I know it." 

You nodded again as she gripped your hands firmly in hers reassuringly. She let her head fall slightly and closed her eyes prompting you to do the same.

As she started with her prayer, you began to feel a ringing in your head, the sound grew and grew until it was piercing, drowning out her words. A tsunami of nausea overtook your body so powerful you jumped up from your seat at your mother's kitchen table, knocking the chair back as you ran for the bathroom in a dizzy haze.

"Ah, they should call it all day sickness instead of morning sickness." Your mom had committed, seeming to brush it off, but you knew in your heart and deep in your soul that something was very, very wrong here.

From the moment you first saw him, you were in love. His big doe eyes, his chubby little cheeks, his soft little hands, and feet. Although he had no horns or black eyes, you tried hard not to see his father in him, which was difficult sometimes.

The worst memories for you were taking him to get baptized as a newborn. He had screamed from the moment you had entered the church and nothing you could do would calm him.

The moment the blessed holy water touched his skin, you watched as it seemed to burn and blister his infant skin in just seconds. You went out to your car in the church parking lot, 

calmed him the best you could before strapping him into his car seat, and you cried.

You cried because while he seemed to be a normal little baby, your son, the baby you feed with your own body, sing to, bathe, and love, you were occasionally reminded of what he was and that you might only have him for a very short time.

He still whimpered in the back seat just as you did in the front. Guilt and sadness and fear prompted you to get out of the car and into the back seat where you unfastened him as his pout only worsted your feelings. You took his small body in your arms and held him to your chest. Your nose snuggled into his mess of fluffy dark hair.

"I love you. No ones ever going to take you away from me. I don't care what you are, you're my son more than anything." You let your tears fall onto his head.

That wasn't the scariest thing you had been through though. The worst was the nightmares.

The first was just under a month after he had been born. You had sat up in your bed covered in sweat, the house felt like an oven. Your heart was beating hard even before you had heard it coming through the baby monitor.

Singing.

It sounded high and angelic along with the happy coos of your son. As your groggy mess faded with the race of your heart you also realized it was in a language you not just couldn't understand, but had never heard anything like it before.

It took no time at all for you to practically leap from your bed, and dash from your room and down the hall to your son's room.

As you pushed his door open you saw him. You felt like your heart was beating in your throat now as you saw him with his back to you holding your son, bathed in only the moonlight that the sheer curtains of the nursery let in.

The singing had turned to a soft hum. You realized how wrong you were upon pinning his voice like an angel. You saw the horns sprouting from his wavy hair that dangled as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight, you wanted to do anything to save your baby and keep him from being taken away from you. He was a newborn, it wasn't even time.

You couldn't do anything though, and you didn't know why.

Horrifyingly you found yourself yet again drawn to him, in awe at his presence.

"You can't…" you managed to choke out.

"I will." He didn't turn as he spoke to you. After he spoke, you woke up.

You couldn't sleep very long for months after that nightmare. 

There was no denying by age two and a half that he looked more like his father. There was also no denying the little bumps you found while brushing his shaggy hair that sat on the top of his head under his skin. Most mothers would be concerned, wonder if their child had gotten hurt, and bumped their head a few times. But you just sat there frozen, feeling the bumps. You knew what they were, they were his father's claim to him, they were forming horns.

"Mommy okay?" Your son noticed your strange and oddly still demeanor as the hairbrush dropped from your hands onto the bathroom tile where you sat. 

That's when it hit you the hardest. Your baby was halfway there. Halfway gone. All you had done so far was helplessly try to deny the fact that he was coming for him. He would take your little boy and drag him to hell if you didn't do something to fight this, find some way, something, someone to help you.

"Mommy?" your son had turned around and was now reaching for your cheeks to smush with his hands like you often did him. His face read of concern and question. Your heart melted at his little gesture. You took in his sweet little face again, his little two front teeth poked out just a little. You couldn't help but squish his face gently right back.

"Mommy's okay." You tried to reassure him the best you could, and it seemed to work. Lucky for you toddlers were sweetly gullible.

The moment you got free time you sent a text to your mom telling her you'd be dropping her grandson off at her house tomorrow, you didn't wait for a reply as you already knew she would jump at any chance to see her grandson whenever she could.

You then made a very important series of phone calls.

"Thank you, thank you so much for meeting with me today on such short notice father-" 

"Father Namjoon or just Namjoon is fine." He interrupted. "And don't mention it, I'm here to help. You mentioned problems with your child?"

You took a deep breath and let your face finally show the worry you felt, your bouncing foot on the floor let out your anxiety. You sat there in his office at this tiny church. Worried he would throw you out the moment you told him the truth about what was going on.

Father Namjoon sat across the big worn wooden desk from you and waited patiently for you to further explain. Behind him on the wall was a massive cross along with pictures with him and maybe members of the church pinned to the wall.

" I'm afraid I didn't tell you everything over the phone because… well, every priest I've called said I was crazy and hung up on me after I told them." You admitted and watched as his body language changed with his growing attention.

"But father Namjoon, I swear on my son's life that what I'm about to tell you is the truth. My son is no trouble, but his father is. See, I would've brought my son in today, but he gets these… headaches and nosebleeds in churches." 

You watched his reaction carefully, he curiously tilted his head.

"Go on…" he urged.

"Because his father… is… the devil."

Namjoon gave you a nod of understanding that was far too casual for the words you said.

"I have proof." You defended before he could even think to refute your claim.

"I believe you." 

"What?" You asked thinking maybe you were only hearing what you wanted to.

"Listen," he leaned forward so that his arms rested on his desk. "He's real. I know he's real. The nervousness in your voice and you say you have proof… you seem perfectly sane to me. When can I meet with your son? Would your home be alright?"

"What are you doing right now? He's with my mother right now."

"Let's go." He said with sureness and no thinking time behind it.

He followed your car to your mother's home. You watched as he got out of his car and just stood there in the driveway, staring at the home.

"Something wrong father?" You asked as he brought forth the cross around his neck and clutched it tightly.

"I can feel him."

"My son? My mom says the same thing about him. We just assume he carries the same feeling as-"

"Not your son, the devil. He's here." 

Your heart began to race at the thought of encountering him again. Maybe you had gotten in over your head by asking a priest to see him, but you had to do something.

"Your cross." You stopped father Namjoon as he started to walk towards the door. "I'm sorry but you can't have it near him. My mother had to take down all of hers when he was born." 

His eyes seemed to shift around nervously before finally taking off his cross and putting it in his car.

"No worries." He gave you a reassuring smile. 

You expected more upon entering the house, not just for your son to casually be sitting there watching tv.

You and your mother had exchanged silent, nervous glances upon her letting you in and seeing the priest.

"Hey buddy, someone wants to talk to you." You knelt down and told your son but he seemed to ignore you.

Your mom turned off the tv, but it didn't seem to affect him.

"Touch his head." You whispered to Namjoon.

He stepped forward and crouched on the floor.

"Hey, little guy! What kind of show were you watching?" He placed his hand on your son's head to pat it but quickly retracted it.

"Don't touch me." your son spoke clearly and firmly. His speech was nothing like his normal, broken toddler way of talking.

You looked at Namjoon who still looked shocked by something, it had to be the growing horns.

"Daddy said don't touch me." Your son spoke again perfectly as if he were a few years older.

Daddy said

"Oh my go-" you couldn't help but let out at his words. Had his father been around this whole time? Just watching him… and you?

"I won't touch you, I promise. Could you turn around for me?"

Your son did as he was asked and faced the priest, looking up at him with wide, almost terrified eyes.

“Can I show him your back?” you asked knowing he would let you touch him before he would a priest. Your son nodded but seemed confused. 

You lifted the side of his shirt and showed Namjoon the mark spread along the ribs. The upside-down thick, black cross.

“Quite a birthmark you have there.” Namjoon joked with the boy.

“His father has the same one."

Namjoon stood to his feet which prompted you to do the same.

"Can we talk?" His eyes flickered towards the front door.

"Yeah of course." 

"Possibly off the property?" He added and you gave him a nod.

“I'll be back” you assured your mother as you left with the priest.

He led you to his car before asking if you wanted to get a coffee and told you he needed it after what he had just seen and felt. You understood and agreed.

He continued to apologize on the short drive there, but again you understood his need to process this.

It wasn't until after you both had gotten your drinks and sat down in a quiet corner of the shop that he began to talk openly.

“I’m still not sure what to think of all this, but I know you're not lying. He looks like him. My…” he let out a sigh as he played with a pink packet of sugar. “My grandmother had a run-in with him once, never said why or how, but she described him and the way his presence felt. I just don’t think it's your child making me feel that way. I really need to ask what happened between you and...his...father.”

“I-um..I…” you too took a deep breath and decided to explain everything as detailed as you could from summoning him, to only having a few years left with your son. You felt ashamed as you explained to this priest how you had slept with the devil.

Namjoon didn't seem to judge you though, as a matter of fact, he looked sympathetic. He seemed so sweet, kind, and understanding.

“I’m not sure what I can do here,” he told you and reached across the table to place his hand on yours “but I promise to do the best I can. I will do what I can to help protect your family and son.”

You felt the honesty and sincerity in his words, it felt so comforting to you.

“It’s going to be hard, I can just tell he doesn't want me there. I don't know if it’s because I’m a man or because I’m a priest. Let me ask you a rather personal question, have you dated at all since your son was born?”

“No.” you shook your head “I don’t want anyone getting attached to my son because I just don't know what's going to happen. Also, I’m afraid…he might do something. I just… I don't want to put anyone else into this that doesn't need to be.” that part hurt you too, you just felt so lonely on top of it all. “I've had no one to turn to with all of this except my mother.”

“Well, you have me now, okay? You don't have to feel alone anymore. We can solve this together.”

Namjoon had come up with a plan to meet with your son every other day, and at the end of the week, he would meet with only you and talk over the progress, if he had made any at all.

Just a few months in, there was a difference. It seemed his method of slowly introducing god and holy objects such as crosses were beginning to work, he no longer got headaches and nosebleeds around them, and his horns while still little bumps under his skin, they had stopped growing. That also happened to be the month your mother got very very sick. No matter how many times Namjoon came and prayed over her, she still continued to just slip away until she was gone.

And now you had no one but Namjoon.

The day after she passed away was the hardest. Your son was still too small to fully grasp the concept of death, but he still cried about his grandmother never getting to play with him again.

You had waited until you had put him to bed and he had fallen asleep to pour yourself a glass of wine and just cry.

Nothing could distract you from the pain, from the heavy misery, not even the pouring rain and house shaking thunder.

You had turned off all of the lights, the only thing that would occasionally light the room was the lightning.

You felt so alone, more alone than you've felt in your life. You tried hard to sense him, but he just didn't seem there. The one time you felt so desperate and alone, his presence didn't loom over you. 

“I hate you,” you spoke out loud. “If you can hear me I hate you. I hate that you've done this to me, I hate that you took her from me and your son. Are you really watching over your son or do you just love to see me suffer? Do you love to see me alone? Huh?” anger coursed through you as you talked to the walls “Answer me!” you yelled a little too loudly and worried that you would wake your son up so you decided to be quiet.

The desperation and loneliness felt like it was suffocating you, you had to do something.

You felt pathetic calling him up this late, but once you heard his voice you already felt better.

“Hey, how are you hanging in there?” 

“Not good Namjoon.” you sniffled “I-I just feel so alone, so in over my head. All the things my mom has done for me I just…” you did your best to hold back tears.

“Do you want me there? Is it alright if I come over so you don't have to feel alone?”

“Please?” Your plea was squeaky and weak.

“I’ll leave right now okay? It's just important to remember that you're not alone. God is with you.”

“Thank you. I don't know what I would have done this past few months without you.”

“Please, don't mention it.”

You don't know how it got here. You had only had a half a glass of wine in total, and a two-hour deep conversation and now you had pulled him into your room and you were ripping off each other’s clothes as if they were tainted.

“Fuck me” you tossed your shirt to the floor and pressed your lips back to his with ferocity. He sharply exhaled through his nose at how turned on he was by your demand, although you could feel it through his underwear. 

“You sure?” he mumbled into your lips. You let out a hum into his before sinking to your knees.

“Fuck.” he muttered, mesmerized as you pulled his underwear, letting it fall at his feet and letting his cock loose.

You let little time pass between the moment you saw his cock and putting it into your mouth. You were hungry for touch, for affection, for sex, for companionship, and you were sure to show that in the form of his dick in your throat. It was as if somehow you hoped it could fill that strange void that had existed in you for far too long.

He thrust in tandem with your head bobbing while letting out groans and sharp breaths of pleasure that just told you that it had been a while for him too. 

Thunder rolled in your dark room as you suppressed a gag and let your spit dribble down your chin. You were dripping with need at just the thought of sex.

As a brief flash of lightning lit the room, you swore you saw him in the chair in the corner of the room, legs crossed, watching you.

Could it have just been your imagination playing tricks on you? Could you have been just thinking about him? Was it what you wanted to see?

You closed your eyes as you took Namjoon deeper into your throat, letting the tip of your nose connect with his thin patch of pubes.

His hands tangled in the back of your hair.

"Can- can we have sex? Please? This feels too good to take this anymore." 

You took him from your mouth and got into the bed on all fours. He took a moment to take your body and pose in for a moment, but once his brain seemed to function again he got behind you on the bed.

His fingers ran down the skin of your back almost making you shiver.

He yanked your underwear down around your thighs and ran his fingers along your soaking folds.

"No teasing, fuck me."

You heard an almost inaudible moan behind you before feeling his tip at your entrance.

The feeling of him slowly sinking into you, filling you, felt so nice after so long.

"Be rough with me."

"O-okay." He stammered and grabbed the back of your hair to pull on as he began slamming into you.

The skin of his thighs slapped at the meat of your ass over and over, but it somehow just wasn't enough.

"Harder, call me names." 

"I won't- I can't call you names." He panted his refusal.

Thank god he was behind you so he couldn't see you rolling your eyes.

"Stop stop, stop." 

His hips quit moving at once.

"Lay on your back." You had had enough and wanted to take this into your own hands.

One he pulled out and played down you straddled his hips, reaching down to guide his cock into your entrance before sinking down on it.

The moment you slowly moved your hips with him buried inside of you he began to moan. You picked up his hands and placed them on your breasts.

"What do you think, father?" Your voice dripped with seduction as you clenched around him.

"You're so- oh god- so beautiful." 

"Wrong answer." You stilled your hips making him scramble for the right words.

"Your pussy is so wet… just for me." 

"All for you." You began to move your hips again with the answer that satisfied you. Possibly to make sure they didn't stop again his hands drifted down to your hips to move them faster on his own. You couldn't help the loud moan that slipped out of your mouth at him taking control just a little.

"You take my dick so well." 

"Fuck fuck." You chanted, moving your hips faster, feeling so close to losing it. You couldn't lie, the thought of him being a priest was really about to get you off right now.

"Such a bad girl." He murmured. Maybe he felt the same.

"Does it feel good being in the same cunt as the devil has been?" You teased.

You swore you heard a very short, unamused chuckle from somewhere in the room. 

"Fuck yes, fuck I'm so close." He aggressively moved your hips now, his fingers digging into your flesh and finally making you cum.

"Up up" 

You got off of him fast and watched ad his hand went around his cock to give it a few short jerks. His thick cum spurted from the tip. Coating his hand and shaft.

"I'll get you something to clean that up with." You climbed off of him as he quickly nodded.

"Darliiiiing" 

You felt a hand on your thigh that woke you from your sleep.

"Wake up, I need you." Your face contorted in confusion at Namjoon's words.

"Too tired." You muttered into your pillow.

"But I'm so hard for you." His deep voice whispered in your ear sending tingles through your body.

"All I can think about is your wet little cunt of yours. I'll do whatever you want me to darling." His hand ghosted up your back until it came around and reached your neck where he left it

"Mmm." You hummed in satisfaction as you rotted your ass into his once again hard dick.

"You like that? Hm?" His voice was so thick and rough with sleep. "What if I squeezed just a little?" His fingers tightened slightly around your throat.

You were more than ready now for round two, it seemed he had found some courage between when you fucked earlier and now.

"Who does your pussy belong to, darling?" 

"You." You whispered mixed with a moan. You needed him back inside of you so badly that you ached for it.

"You lying whore." His grip on your throat tightened, so much that it became almost impossible to breathe.

You struggled against his grip and tried to pry his hand from your throat.

"Your body and cunt belongs to the devil. Evil courses through your blood." You could hear the hate in his voice through his gritted teeth.

You tried to kick at him, hit him, but you could feel the tightness in your face and brain from lack of blood flow and oxygen.

"Stop, please." You attempted to choke out as your vision grew hazy.

"You belong in hell too." 

You thrashed until there was no more pressure on your throat, your hands and feet collided with nothing.

You sat up in your bed covered in sweat. You were alone and once again your room was as hot as the pits of hell themselves.

You picked up your phone from the nightstand, almost blinding yourself with the light from it as you checked the time. 

Namjoon had left hours ago. He had left upon your request.

"What the fuck." You sighed as you flopped back into your bed.

As you laid there the weight of reality seemed to feel heavier and heavier on your chest, crushing.

Your mother was dead, you had fucked a priest, the devil wouldn't leave you alone, and you had very little time before your son was gone forever.

Your bedroom felt too large, too spacious for your lonely body just as all of your problems did. Would you end up sucked into it all? Eaten alive? Was there any point in fighting at all?

You swallowed down the lump in your throat but it was no use. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and leaked into your hairline as you stared up at your ceiling.

"Please" your word brought forth your sobs in the empty room "make it stop. I'll do anything but give up my son, just make it stop."

You couldn't help it, for weeks after your dream you felt weird around Namjoon. The rational part of your brain knew he wouldn't hurt you, although you still denied any little advances he made. It did fade, and once he took you out to dinner and you let him put his hand on your knee, but he was careful not to overstep boundaries.

You thought about calling him one night as you laid there sleepless in your bed. You don’t know how you had gotten so turned on but your body felt so hot with need.

You tried to just roll over and go to bed, but your sensitive clit throbbed along with your heartbeat as if begging you to touch it. Sny motion you made at all only made things worse until you gave in.

You pulled up your oversized sleep shirt and shoved a hand down your panties. You paused a moment as you realized that it wasn't just getting off you needed, but contact with someone.

You went to reach for your phone on the nightstand, but your hand didn't even meet it before you froze.

"Don't." It was a command.

Your eyes flashed to him sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, just like you thought you had seen him a month ago with Namjoon.

You quickly pulled your hand from your underwear and sat up with your mouth agape.

"Did you miss me, darling?" His horns tilted as his head did.

"Get out of my fucking house and leave me and my son alone!" You growled, clutching your shorts angrily in your fists.

"Why? So you can fuck that priest again?" He held up his index finger, slightly shaking it making a tsk-ing sound. 

"Why does it matter to you what I do?" Your voice was stone cold.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned forward in the chair with a smirk. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking how regal and utterly beautiful he looked. He looked far more casual this time in a black t-shirt and jeans, but nonetheless majestic and powerful.

"You must've forgotten. That's alright, I wouldn't mind reminding you. I'm not here for our son, don't worry, not just yet."

"Then let's talk about that." 

"Talk?" He gave a little smile "we can talk. Come here." 

Although you wanted to, almost needed to, you stayed in your bed.

"Then feel free to keep going… unless you want some help."

"Tell me why you're here." You demanded.

"I'm here to save you. You called me."

"I didn't." You argued.

He beckoned you over once more as he stood from the chair. You got out of bed this time and stepped closer.

"You've done nothing but try to get my attention for months. Don't argue, you know I'm right. I can hear it again, that delicate little heart of yours fluttering when you see me." He reached a hand out for you, you took it, it was just so warm in yours. You let him pull you in until your back faced his chest with his hands on your sides.

"You called me, see?" You closed your eyes as he whispered to you, your bodies swayed together in a nonexistent song. It felt as though he was pulling you deeper into a trance, and you let yourself go.

"Does that heartbeat for me? Do you live for me? Do you want me?" You felt his nose graze your neck, the hot air from his worst trailing behind it. You had dreams of this moment for years. His whispers, his touch, the way he made you feel drunk and hypnotized you, the way he made you feel whole.

"Yes." You couldn't lie, everything but the truth had melted away, you couldn't feel or speak much else. You were weak for him, weaker than you remembered.

"Then are you mine?"

"Yes." You answered once more.

"I'll talk to you my love, about whatever your heart desires. First, tell me what it is you want from me." He whispered as you felt him grip the hem of your sleep shirt at your thighs. His hands brushed your skin. You continued to sway with him, eyes closed, worried that if you opened your eyes that this would all be a dream, worried that if you looked at him you'd fall deeper.

You didn't want to say it, you didn't want to admit you wanted him right now. He had done so much to you. Your internal struggle was hard, you wanted him desperately, yet he had done so much to you and your family. Even your closed eyes couldn't hold back the tears that escaped.

"Why did you take her?" A single son escaped but you shut it down, you refused to show all of your weakness.

To your surprise, he gently shushed you.

"Darling, I didn't take her. Her soul was never mine to take. I don't decide who lives and dies, it was just her time."

You were stunned, why was he comforting you? Why did it feel so good?

"Please don't take our son, he's alI have now, he-"

"I've thought about so many things. We can talk later, no tricks, no lies. You don't need to worry. Just let them all fall away and tell me what you want."

You bit your lip as you felt his cock begin to twitch beside you.

"You already know I want you." Your voice was a soft, weak whisper.

"Yes, but do you want me to hold and comfort you? You've been struggling so much with that. Perhaps you want my cock buried so deep inside of you that it hurts. Or maybe you just want me to pump that belly full of a second baby." 

His hand slid into your panties as you let out a gasp of excitement. Every nerve in your body felt hypersensitive, so when he slid his finger over your slit you cried out for him.

"All of it. Please, I want it all." 

"What a greedy, needy little bitch. Did that boring god loving freak not satisfy you?" He teased as his finger dipped into your folds and teased at your clit.

"N-no." You stammered.

"You didn't look like you were having much fun, not until you saw me at least." He seemed so amused by it. "I'm a little mad you let him poorly use you like that" he seemed to growl making slight fear go down your spine. "Who fucks you better? Who has a bigger dick?" His finger circling your clit picked up speed with the ferocity of his words.

"You." Your breath was already short.

"Tonight, prove to me that you're mine, that you're devoted, that you'll do whatever it takes for me, And I'll show you I'm yours." 

This wasn't happening, you couldn't believe the words he had just softly said into your neck. Your disbelief was cut off by your quickly approaching orgasm. You let out a whine as your knees turned to rubber, you would've fallen had he not have been holding you tightly against him.

"That's it darling, let me have you, let go for me." Your orgasm exploded through you like a bomb and all you could do was whine.

"Such a good girl." He still held you tightly and placed light kisses on your neck and collarbone as he took his tattooed hand from the front of your panties.

You let out a small shriek when he picked you up and carefully set you on the bed. He could've broken you in half right then and there, if he wanted to.

"On all fours, ass facing me." 

You hurried into position for him, and for a while, you felt nothing until you felt the fiery sting of a slap along a cheek.

You sucked in a breath.

"What's the matter baby, can't take it for me?"

He was so wrong, you loved it.

"I'll take whatever you give me." Your words were followed by the pleasure of another slap.

"Fuck it." He muttered and suddenly you were dragged by your legs onto his lap where he positioned you over it.

"Take anything for me, huh? We'll see about that." The slaps kept coming until your ass felt raw. You arched your ass up for him as you let out a needy whine.

"You're so fucking wet, it's everywhere. Do you want me to touch you? Is that what you're whining for?" 

You let out another whine.

"Say it."

"Please touch me. I want you to touch me." 

"I'll give you what you want." You knew that tone he used, it was the tone of having something else planned.

His fingers immediately sunk into your core.

"You're wetter than I thought, I could slide whatever I wanted into you so effortlessly." 

You could hear the sounds of his coated fingers working you too.

"Whatever you want." You replied hoping it was his cock, but you knew better at this point.

"My love, I'm going to absolutely fucking ruin you."

You went to reply but suddenly felt the slight stretch and sting of more fingers entering you.

"Ahhhh." You let out but backed up further onto his hand, still wanting more.

"What a good little whore, look at you riding my hand and taking it all for me." 

You loved the pain, and he gave it to you like no one else could. You were already ruined for anyone else, but he didn't know that.

His hand felt so deep inside of you that you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

"Harder." You begged,  and he obliged.

"You like me filling you like this, slut? I'm going to stretch your pussy so well for my big cock."

You continued to rock backward in tandem with his movements, it didn't take long at all until you were almost there, panting and gripping the sheets.

He stopped and slowly pulled his hand from your cunt, leaving you feeling more hollowed out than a pumpkin.

You left his lap and looked at him just in time to see his shirt come off. His body was just as beautiful as you remembered it, something of pure art and fantasy combined. Tattooed, muscular, and smooth you just wanted to lick every single inch of him, you had to.

You climbed back into his lap and pushed him back while you leaned forward and placed your lips to the very warm flesh of his collarbone. Your lips made their way down slowly to his nipples and enveloped one in your mouth.

"Ah." A sound of surprise and pleasure came from him, and you loved it, you loved that you could make him feel that way, you wanted more.

You took your mouth from his chest and crawled backward until you sat between his legs.

You undid his pants and pushed his underwear down along with him. You had almost forgotten just how massive his cock was. It was veiny and the tip was a blushed shade of pink that made your mouth water.

You spit in both your hands and wrapped them both around his shaft.

You slid your spit slicked hands over his leaking head before slowly bringing then down to the base.

"Faster darling. Don't play with me." He threatened with a grunt. You did as he asked and even added your mouth.

His hands tangled tightly in your hair at once.

It was hard to take him even halfway into your mouth without you gagging around his size and thickness filling your throat.

As you sucked his dick, you stared at the three black sixes on his lower stomach and watched as they moved as his muscles flexed.

"What I wouldn't give to cum down your throat right now."

You moaned around his cock at the desperation and lust in his voice.

"So fucking good for me. You suck my cock so well with your little whore mouth." He gripped your hair tighter but still not enough to hurt.

Him lying there, moaning and groaning as you pleased him made you all the more impossibly wet, you could feel it as you squeezed your thighs together.

"Please come here." He asked as he released your hair and sat up.

As you let his cock leave your mouth and too sat up only for him to lift and drag you onto his lap once again. He reached down and guided his cock into your entrance.

As you lowered yourself onto him he made a noise that should've stopped your heart.

It was a moan and a sigh all at once, he combined that with dropping his head onto your shoulder. The fullness and warmth of his cock inside of you, every little move he made, he was all just too much. How could you survive something like this a second time, especially with being this close to him.

He didn't move even an inch for a moment, not until he lifted his head off of your body and peered at you with those inky black eyes through his just as inky dark hair.

His net movements were fast, rough, and hard. He grabbed your hair from behind, forcing your head as far back as it could go without breaking anything. Your chest was arched towards him and he used it to his advantage by taking a nipple into his mouth as he bucked his hips into you quickly. All you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucked into you, fingernails sinking deeper and deeper into his muscular flesh the closer he pushed you to your high.

You felt the little sharp sting of him pinching your nipple between his teeth. You couldn't help but fall completely apart as you moaned out the filthiest curse words that you could.

Once he let your hair go and you could properly look at him, you saw beads of dark liquid forming on his shoulders. Your nails and grip had drawn blood, real human blood.

All you could do was stare. He bled just like you, he was vulnerable just like you, just like anyone else.

"Hm?" He caught your staring but seemed confused.

"I-I hurt you. I'm sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows with guilt.

He laughed, it was a real laugh, not a teasing one, not an unamused snort. His nose crinkled and his more prominent two front teeth were made more visible.

"It didn't hurt, I didn't even know you did it." He tried to get a look at the little droplets himself before wiping one away with his finger to show there was no mark left, he had somehow healed.

Each fleeting glimpse of his humanity vanished as soon as you spotted it.

His dick was beginning to soften inside of you despite him not getting off yet.

"Did you want to kiss it and make it better for me?" His voice was seductively playful and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not until he brought his blood-smeared fingertips to your lips.

You looked him in the eyes as you took them into your mouth and sucked them clean. He looked satisfied and you could feel his dick twitch back to life inside of you, showing you how much he liked that. Without a second thought, you attached your mouth to his shoulder and began to lick and cuck at the blood droplets where the wounds once were. The moment reminded you of when you were a child and they told you that wine was the blood of Christ, except this was so much better. You wanted to show him you were willing to take him in any way possible, to submit to every desire he had.

He pushed his now hard cock as far as it would go into you.

"I want to do something to you." He whispered as he continued to slowly thrust.

"Do it." Your reply was fast.

"It's going to hurt you." He added.

"Do it."

“I will. For now, shut up and bounce on my cock, slut.” his tattooed hand grabbed throat “ and you better fucking ride it harder and faster than you did that stupid Jesus loving freak.” his face read of disgust.

“Yes daddy,” you replied trying to hide the smirk at the satisfaction on his face from you calling him that.

He dropped his hand from your neck and you began to move your hips as he laid back. You would normally start slow, but you let him have it. Everything about him was incomparable to anyone you’ve ever slept with.

“Fuck, like that baby.” His hair was messy, his eyes were squeezed shut and his tattoo that looked like a snake that wrapped around his torso almost looked like it was slithering. 

“You like that daddy? I took every inch of your big cock just for you.” you loved the power over him that he was letting you have and you were going to make sure you got to enjoy it.

His hand shot to your hip and he squeezed.

“I swear If you fucking make me cum right now you’ll fucking pay for it,” he grunted obviously trying to hold back seeing as his hand was digging into your skin as if it was the last lifeline between him and losing it.

“Don’t you want to cum in my pussy daddy? Fill it full of cum and watch it drip out of me?” you continued to tease him and bring him even closer as you jackhammered up and down on his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, this is your last damn warning bitch.” his jaw was clenched, but it was too late, you were already falling apart on top of him, once again saying the dirtiest shit you could as he shuttered under you, barely hanging on as he watched you cum.

You paused, breathing heavily for a moment of rest, but it didn't last long. He was pulling out of you and throwing you face down on the bed, holding your hands by the wrists behind your back.

“I fucking told you, didn’t I?” 

“Sorry, dadd-”

“Did I say you could speak bitch?”

He wasn’t even inside you anymore but you’re empty walls clenched as you let out a small moan onto the bed sheets.

“Now let’s see just how fucking much you’re willing to take. Be good for me darling.”

You were scared but excited at the same time, the adrenaline that coursed through your veins was nothing like you’ve ever felt before.

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t fucking move.”

You listened and stayed completely still.

You felt his hand cover the back of your neck. It got warmer and warmer until it felt searingly hot, it was burning your skin. You bit down on your lip so hard it had to have left a bruise just to keep from screaming. There was no way of stopping the whimpers that came from you in the few seconds that his hand was on your skin.

“There,” he said and sounded as though he was admiring his work before releasing your body and letting you sit up. By the time you sat up though, the pain was entirely gone as if it had never even happened.

“It’s the mark, to match.” you knew he meant that he had just branded you with an upside-down cross to match his and your son’s. You were too busy noticing the wetness on your cheeks and wondering where they had come from to concentrate on this strange sentimental moment.

You felt something warm roll down your cheek and lifted a hand to wipe away what you now realized were tears, but he gently grabbed your wrist.

With his other hand went to your chin and guided your head to face him.

You were met face to face with him, his dark eyes peering into yours and also assessing your wet cheeks.

Both hands now went to your cheeks and his thumbs wiped over the wet mess on your skin. 

He was trying to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” his voice was quiet. It was a glimmer of sincerity, a splinter of sweetness.

“I didn’t even feel it.” you joked but he didn’t buy it or laugh, instead he just continued to stare into your eyes with both hands on your face.

He leaned in so slowly, head tilting slightly and his lips met yours so gently. Your eyes closed and pressed your lips harder into his.

It was a sweet kiss but it held the strength and intensity of being punched in the stomach.

Your hands came up to roam the back of his shaggy, dark hair but your mind was elsewhere.

You imagined him as an average man, your son as a normal little boy, you imagined a family. Cuddling on the couch, touching him whenever you pleased, your son being able to play with his father, your life with him would never grow dull. However, your daydreams were dashed as your hand accidentally met with a horn. 

What was wrong with you? You knew these things were stupid and unattainable, he was unattainable. Although you had known this fact from the start, here you were sleeping with him again. He fucked you over so hard, he was pure evil and you knew it, but yet here you were falling for him even harder. To be fair though, was there a soul living or dead that could resist him, that ever has been able to?

You pulled away, his hands left your face.

He looked at you with wide eyes, he looked almost shocked, scared. There was some kind of very deep feeling moment between the both of you, some kind of wordless exchange of revelations. 

A million things you wanted to say to him flooded your mind at this moment. There were so many things you wanted answers to ”Do you know how miserable I was? Do you know what it felt like waiting for you in fear the entire time? Do you know how much I hate not being able to hate you? Do you know how bad it hurts me seeing your face in my son’s? Do you know how badly you ruined my entire adult life? Do you know how hurtfully perfect you look? Do you know how lucky and cursed I feel all at once? Do you feel any weight for the things you've done to me and my family?” but you were too scared this moment would end, that he would never come back, that he would take your son and leave. You wanted to cry, but you pushed the entire internal war out of your mind, you boxed it all away just to not ruin this moment.

During your thoughts and your stares at one another, his face had softened and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n” you realized that it was the first time he had ever spoken your name out loud, and as beautiful as it had sounded coming from his lips, you didn't want to hear it spoken so guilt filled. “I’m so sor-”

"Are you going to make me cum again or not?" You broke the silence, and he seemed thrown off for a moment. You didn't know what he was apologizing for, but you didn't want to know. Not only did you want to shut this sad moment down just to have the fun back, but something inside of you hurt to hear and see him like this.

An expression you were familiar with him having flickered onto his face, a smirk. It relieved you and set the fire in your body back alight.

He tackled you with his hands wrapped around you. You were flesh to flesh, his lips moving to the space above your breasts, sucking hard before moving onto another are.

“Dont fuck anyone else.” it wasn't sharp like his normal demands, it was almost as if he was asking you not to without making it into a real question.

You almost snorted as he continued making an army of marks that continued to trail lower and lower.

You almost snorted sarcastically.

“Then who the Hell am I supposed to fuck?”

“Me, fuck me.”

You did sarcastically laugh at this one. 

“Don't laugh at me.” he said defensively before sucking a new place by your belly button.

“What? Every few years you’ll swing by and I just have to wait until then?”

“No. Are you even enjoying this anymore or have you now set your focus on calling me out?” he looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Calling you out seems more fun right now.” you were only half joking, all of that hurt hfrom earlier was now festering back up to the surface upon hearing his stupid lies.

“I told you I’d talk, and I will. Trust me.” he sat up and looked down at you.

“I’ve trusted you before and that was shitty.” you argued.

“Then why the fuck are you fucking me now? Why the fuck are you letting me mark you? Why the fuck are you telling me you belong to me?” he shot back.

“BECAUSE I WANT TO PRETEND YOU'RE NOT… NOT...I DON’T KNOW...THE ACTUAL FUCKING DEVIL!” you whisper yelled at him through clenched teeth.

He came down over you and looked you in the eyes for a moment with such a look you thought he might kill you, but instead his voice was quiet and calm.

“If you think I’m incapable of feeling then you’re wrong, you're dead wrong. If I didn’t feel, then why would I want my son? Why have I been watching him grow, watching you love and take care of him and doing my best not to interfere with your time with him. I may not be mortal but I have feelings, I have empathy. Do you understand the shit I have to see and be in charge of? Do you know what it feels like to just want something so pure in good while living in something so fucked? Watching you and our son has been the only sliver of heaven that I’ve ever been able to have.” his arms were shaking as he held himself over you. You had never seen his body show any signs of tiredness or weakness, even his wounds had healed right up. He was shaken talking about this and it was obvious.

It hit you hard. Why would he want to take him? Why did all of this just make sense?

“So please, don’t take this away from me right now. Let me make you cum again, let me just have this for a little longer and we can talk.”

You were stunned. He had felt the same way, he wanted to drag this out just as much as you did, he wanted to cherish this. The question now in the air was, if you both wanted to be together, then why couldn't you?

You yanked him by the hair, forcing his lips to collide with yours. Your tongue clashed with his split one, but it no longer surprised you or made you nervous. While little about him was normal, what was normal anyway? From the moment you saw him as he really was you had thought he was perfect, so why until now had you been wishing for him to be the man you first saw at the bar? Was it because the puzzle piece of his humanity had been missing in an otherwise perfect puzzle?

Your teeth gnashed together as if you were young, new lovers blooming with anticipation, as if you had never touched before now, despite fucking for god knows how long already.

He bit at your already sore lip you had bitten down on, but he wasn't harsh.

“I want you.” you told him meaning more than just how he took it. He reached between both of you and pushed himself into your already abused core, you winced from the ache and the sensitivity.

“Close your eyes” his voice was so quiet you almost didn't hear his instruction.

You closed them though.

“Now imagine me like you.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Humor me.” 

You did, you imagined him like he was the night of the bar, like you had thought of him earlier.

“Now run your hands through my hair.”

With your eyes still closed, you felt for his hair before coming them through the soft, wavy strands. Your eyes opened just to make sure what you were feeling was correct. As you looked at his hornless head, his brown eyes looked down at you. Now you properly looked him in the eyes and now that you could see his irises, you knew now that he was looking right at you, not just at you though. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen with a small smile of amusement.

“I just wanted to have this moment with you, like you. I thought it would mean something to you to not have to look into cold, black pits.” 

The man looking and speaking to you right now was not the devil, he wasn't horrible or evil but neither was the man he was before but you were yet to know why he did the things he did.

You lifted your neck this time to kiss him and his lips chased yours as you laid back onto the pillow. He once again slowly began to thrust, short breaths and quiet moans escaped you both. Your legs entangled around his hips, angling your own body so he could hit just the right place.

“Be with me.” his voice shook as he continued to thrust “I’ll do anything.” he sounded just so weak as if he were pleading.

“I’m already yours, don't pretend you don't know that.”

“Let's have a family then, I’ll stay.” he rested his forehead on top of yours, his eyes were closed, hips still moving hard cut slow as if with each powerful but passionate thrust was a chance to convince you to be with him.

“As-” you could feel yourself coming closer and struggling harder to catch your breath. “As long as you stay.” You knew it, if he went away, if you lost him tonight, nothing would ever feel this good again, you'd never feel this complete for as long as you lived.

“Let's start now on expanding.” you could see his slight smile before his voice turned serious and sultry.” want me to put another baby in you?”

“Please, fuck I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, cum for me one more time.” he picked up the pace with his hips up just a little more. “Let me get you pregnant again.”

He only thrust into you a few more times before you were coming undone underneath him.

“Fuck, I love you fuck fuck fuck.” you moaned as he also let go, burying himself deeper than he already had been.

“I love you, I love you too.” he messily kissed your lips as you felt his last few pumps slow.

Only when he had said it back did you realize you had said it at all. 

You were still breathing heavily as he pulled out and laid down next you. There was silence between you, for a while as you both recovered.

"I said I would talk so here it is."

You decided to just lay there and listen to him.

"I've always known we were supposed to be together, always. There are things I just know, I can't explain it, sometimes I just know destiny and sometimes I don't until certain events happen. Ever since I became the king of hell I've always known that eventually there would be one woman that would bring me to my knees. They call her Lilith, although that's not her name just as satan, the devil, whatever, isn't mine. There have been stories and mythology written about you that just aren't true, much like everything else in my life. When I met your mother, I knew I was fucked. So I stopped you from being able to conceive, how was I supposed to know I was only helping destiny along? When you summoned me I was nervous, although curious as to what you would be like, I never watched you until you began to work on summoning me. I developed a plan. I thought if I just gave you what you wanted and then took it away from you then you would hate me, you would never want to see me again, but yet again I plated into destiny. The moment I saw my son… when I watched you care for him and love him, I-I felt this longing. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to be with you both. I kept my distance and fought against the urge to just drop in and tell you how I felt. I resented you for the power you held over me, but at the same time I wanted to give you your space and let you have your time with him. I was still going to take him but at that point it was out of love. I knew you were still angry with me anyway, rightfully so, I also thought… that you couldn't love someone like me anyway, you were better off with a mortal and I wanted to let you live your life. I watched your pathetic attempts to protect our son from me, at least you thought you were only trying to protect him. You're a good mother, just like yours was. When our son was really little I used to sneak into his nursery and just hold him and stare at him, I could see you in him. The point where I knew I had to step in was the priest. Not only did he treat my son like his, not only did you fuck him and make me jealous but-"

He abruptly wet quiet just as the anger in his voice seemed to pick up.

"I'm sorry." You replied.

"It's not that, it's not any of that that makes me hate him, it's not my jealousy." He still didn't say what it was, but instead he got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" You sat straight up.

"I'm going to shower if that's okay." He replied as he shuffled for the bathroom attached to your room.

"Sure." He was already in there by the time you uttered out your dumbstruck reply.

He had said he would stay, you don't know why him doing average things in your home just astounded you.

You laid back in the bed with the reassurance of him planning to stay and you thought about it all.

At first you asked yourself what your mother would think of this, what she would say. Maybe if she knew everything that he had just told you she simply wouldn't say anything at all. She had been able to love the devil's son and see him for just the little boy he really was, so maybe she would've done the same for the devil himself had she really known him.

You were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the stickiness of his speed leaking out and smearing all over your thighs.

Some part of you was nervous to go into the bathroom with him showering in there, but it was your house.

You ran to the bathroom as fast as it could to keep the cum from dripping everywhere and making a mess on the floor.

You paused as you caught a glimpse of his silhouette through the shower curtain.

His horns had returned, but you didn't look at him as much as his overall shape, you could help your staring.

"I hear your heart again, are you looking at me?" He chuckled and your eyes went wide with the horror of being caught.

"I…"

"Do you want in here with me?"

"...y-yes?" 

"Get in, I promise to just let you shower, no funny business." He offered.

He kept his word though, he did his own thing in the shower and so did you. He did look jarringly beautiful with the water beading on his tattooed skin and muscles, but you didn't know how much more your body could physically handle of him so you kept your hands to yourself.

He got out of the shower before you, you were a little concerned at the silence so you got out soon after.

You found a fresh towel and pajamas waiting for you on the bathroom sink so you quickly dressed.

He just sat there in a white t-shirt and black sweat pants at the foot of your bed. His head was down and he looked to be in deep thought as he stared at the floor. He looked a little sad.

"Have you seen him since you've been here?" You asked curiously, making him finally look up and shake his head.

"Would you like to?"

He seemed shocked by your offer.

"I wouldn't want to wake him…" 

"It's alright, he's a good sleeper, he'll go back to bed… if you want to that is."

"I really really want to, I haven't seen him person to person since he was a newborn."

You led him down the hall and pushed open your son's cracked bedroom door.

His night light dimly lit the form of his little body snuggled in his toddler sized bed.

You let his father take a few apprehensive steps into the room, slowly approaching him before he knelt on the floor by the bed.

You just looked on at the little moment.

He gently pushed his son's shaggy hair from his sleeping face, but caused him to stir.

"Daddy?" You heard your son's sleepy voice ask. You had no idea how he knew it was his father, and from the look on his father's face, neither did he.

"Hey buddy." 

Your son sat up and threw his arms around his father's neck, who promptly picked him up and stood. He wrapped his arms around the little boy, holding him close.

"How did you know it was me?" 

Your son unwrapped his arms from his father and looked at his face.

You saw his lips begin to quiver and his eyes fill with tears as he started to break down.

"Oh no." You whispered as you saw your boy stare at the horns on his father's head.

"Your horns are scaring him." You whispered.

Your son patted the top of his own head as he sobbed in his father's arms.

"Me too, I too."

"Oh." You said as you realized that your son was answering his dad.

"You have them too? That's how you knew, huh?"

Your son nodded to his father and began to cry harder. His dad pulled him back into his body, lightly shushing him and patting his back. He buried his head in the little boy's hair much like you had the day in your car after he was horrifically baptized.

The moment hit you like a train.

He had missed his father all this time, and you had no idea.

"you know I'm always with you, right? You and mommy both." 

Your son nodded into his father's neck, soaking his shirt with tears although his father didn't seem to mind at all.

"I know you hear me sometimes. You know I'm here." 

Your son pulled away from him again to look at him.

"Daddy-" his words were cut off by upset hiccups from crying so hard "no leave."

"I'm not. I'll stay, I promise." 

His father knelt back down on the floor and attempted to lay the boy back in his bed, but his little hands stayed locked around him.

"I'll be here when you wake up, and all of the rest of the days when you wake up from now on, you can let go, I'll be right here."

Your son finally relinquished his hold on his father who pushed more hair from his son's face.

"And mommy?" Your son's eyes look at you now.

"Mommy has always been here, silly." His father then spoke something in a strange language, it might've been the one from your dream after your son was born.

Your son gave his father a nod not just as if he understood, but he did understand this very strange language. You had never heard your son speak it, and you had no idea that he even knew a whole other language, until he spoke it back to his father.

He sat there knelt beside his son's bed until he drifted off to sleep. You watched as he gave him a kiss on his forehead before standing and turning to face you.

You walked into the hall and closed your son's bedroom door when he looked at you with a look of concern.

"There's still more I have to tell you, it's the most important thing."

"You're going to have to trust me, okay?" He asked from his seat on the sofa beside you. "There are things I know and things I don't, you have the power to change destiny, and right now what I'm seeing is someone is going to try to take you away from us, from your family."

"Okay," you tried to patiently follow, ready for him to say anything.

"Namjoon is going to kill you."

"Why's he going to kill me?" 

"I had this deal with his whore grandmother… she wasn't happy with it, it wasn't my fault. It's not my fault mortals are idiots."

"Hey." You firmly snapped at him.

"It's just what I do, I teach lessons. Anyway, I believe Namjoon is going to hurt you and maybe even our son. He can't physically harm me, I'm immortal, but he can hurt the things I care about. Unfortunately, I can't kill him either, I can't kill humans, God's rules. So I can't stop him, there's nothing I can do but pass this to you. It doesn't matter what you do, Namjoon will hunt you down."

"Okay." You simply just sat there looking calm on the outside but terrified on the inside.

"So, y/n… I think it's kill or be killed in this case. If you die, I'm not sure how much I can do to protect our son but take him with me…" 

To hell was what he meant.

You let out a sigh as you stared at the floor and scraped together some kind of plan.

"Take my soul." You offered.

"Why?"

"In case something happens to me, take my soul." You were sure of your decision.

"I'm not taking your soul." He declined.

"Why?" It was your turn now to ask.

"Do you want to go to hell? Do you realize how many eternities you would be tortured down there before I ever found you?" 

"No." You answered both questions and seemed less sure of your offer now.

"I'm not taking your soul. Our son could come and go with me because he has that power, but you, a pure mortal… you would be in more pain than you could ever imagine." 

"But if I killed a man… wouldn't I go anyway?" You pointed out.

"Not if it was out of self defense for you and your family."

"What the fuck am I saying?! I can't kill father Namjoon!" You realized.

"Y/n, I know he's going to kill you, and I don't want to lose you, I'd do anything not to lose you. What about our son? What about our second child?"

Your mouth dropped open.

"Second child? It-we…?"

"It's not just you living in that mortal body anymore. I know, just like I did the moment I gave you our son. You have to live, you have to do this, you have to trust me."  He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers through yours. "I love you and I need you here with us."

"How do I do it?" You gave in.

You were terrified as the phone rang.

You had just left your son with the babysitter and you sat in your car. You were alone but you felt him near you.

"Hey!" Namjoon's voice came through cheerfully and it made you feel sick.

"Hey, I'm not doing so great tonight. Everything is a bit heavy and I kind of want some fresh air. Would you go for a walk with me at the park? I know it's late but…" 

"Of course. The one closest to where you live, right? I'll meet you there in a few."

You thanked him before hanging up.

"I'm sorry you have to do this." He appeared right beside you in the passenger's seat now, but you didn't look at him, instead you spaced out while looking out the window at the dark park. You were nervous, you were trying to ready yourself, you were trying to wrap your head around this situation.

"What happens after? What do I do right after?" You asked.

"I'll take care of everything. No one will know." The grim thought of what that entailed was shadowed by reassurance of only having one task to do. "You just wait in the car, I'll drive us home. I'll take care of you." 

"What if he sees this opportunity to kill me like I do with him?" You asked with your hands shaking in your lap.

"I think he would wait for a moment when our son is with you, pick you off at the same time." 

Your mouth was dry, but you still tried to swallow down the weight of his words.

"But what if I die? You said you don't know all things." You continued to think your worries out loud.

"I also said people can change destiny, they do it all the time." 

"You haven't been able to." Your point made him go silent a moment. It was true, he had been fighting against his destiny with you since before you were born only to end up with you.

"Part of me didn't want to change it, even if I hated it at first. I've always wanted you. The first time I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. The first time you saw me, I just wanted you to look at me that way forever, I didn't care about anything anymore and that was scary. You're my Lilith, my eternal soulmate, there was never any fighting you. There's nothing more powerful than what we have, not me, not god himself."

"What if you're tricking me?" You asked abruptly.

"You really think I would?" His voice sounded hurt and you could feel him looking at you as you said nothing "of course you do, of course you'd think that after what I've done and because of who I am." His voice was soft now like he had accepted that option "I wish I could take back what I did to you, everything I've done to you. I wish I never would've made that deal with your mother, I wish you would've had a family with a normal man, a normal life… what have I done?"

"Like you said" you sighed "it was supposed to happen anyway, it's not all on you. I've suffered for you, and now I'm going to kill for you. Would I be doing that- any of this if I really thought you were tricking me?" You admitted. "Maybe I'm just blinded by you, so in love with you and wanting a family with you that I can't see anything else, you're the devil, it's probably what you do, but what other option do I have anyway?" 

"We could go home." He offered softly. "We could have our family and play pretend until it's ripped away." You could hear him swallow louder than his soft words."Then I'll have nothing, but at least I would've had everything for just a fraction of a moment in my eternal life."

"I'm not going to live forever anyway you know, our son might, but I'm human. I die, and when I do I'm destined to be tortured in hell for eternity." 

"You're not going to hell." 

"How do you know?" You asked partially out of curiosity "I'm in love with Satan, I bare his mark, I bared his child. How much more sinful can I be? You can't sit there and tell me Satan's soulmate is going to heaven."

"God has never let me have anything. If he decides it's your destiny and your time to go, if you're taken from me and I can't have you in life, he's not going to let me have you in death." He explained.

You sat there thinking about what he said and came to the very real conclusion that you were most likely going to die tonight. God wouldn't let him have you, he had already seen that Namjoon would kill you, you were going to die. 

Your eyes began to fill with tears as everything finally began to sink in.

"Please take care of our son." 

"Don't." He snapped at you "Don't you say that shit like I'm going to lose you."

You began to sob, you weren't listening to him.

"You're going to go out there and fuck him up and that's going to be the end of it." His voice was stern, but you were falling apart. You let your head fall onto the steering wheel.

"Why wont you just take my fucking soul?!" You cried in despair and frustration "you have every single fucking thing in my life but that, just take it god damn it! Take it and let me burn until you find me. I will obviously go through anything for you and our son at this point. Just fucking take it." 

"You don't deserve it. I don't deserve you, okay? I've fucking destroyed your life, I'm not dragging this into the timeless afterlife, no matter how badly it hurts. We have one single shot, and this is it. I'm fucking horrible, I'm the worst of the absolute worst, but there’s no way I'm going to be that selfish to let you rot in hell because of me." 

"Please?" Your voice was a desperate squeak as you finally turned to him. "Fuck." You uttered at what you saw.

There was a dark liquid running from his pitch black eyes and down his cheeks.

"Is-is that fucking blood? Are you crying blood?" 

You watched as it pooled at his chin and dropped onto his white shirt.

"Please do everything you can tonight." He ignored your question and begged you.

If you had a doubt that he loved you before, you didn't now. You watched as he closed his eyes.

"God," he began, he didn't seem as though he was talking to you at all "just let me have this, please? I'll do anything. Just let me have my family."

The dark car was suddenly illuminated by headlights coming from behind. You turned to see a car pulling into the parking lot.

"I'll be with you." He spoke as Namjoon parked beside your car.

The passenger's seat was empty when you looked back.

This was it.

You felt for the pocket knife you had put in your pocket upon leaving the house and your adrenaline began to rush through your body.

You willed your weak legs to get out of the car.

You forced a half-hearted smile but did your best not to look him in the eyes.

It was quiet at first as you both started down the dark trail.

"Don't get offended, but you look terrible." 

You hadn't slept since you had gotten your mission yesterday night, your mind felt fried and stressed and tired.

"It's been hard." You were honest about how you felt.

"Why is your lip bruised? Did you get hit?" He pried as you thought back to how hard you had bit it the other night.

"No, I did it, by accident." Although it was the truth, you wouldn't have believed it either with the way you had said it.

"Are-are you seeing anyone? It's been a few days since we talked and-"

"No." You lied quickly.

"If there's anything I can do to help you or your son… I know things are still rough for you…" 

"We'll be okay." 

He gave you a strange look.

"You're not still worried about… him?" You could hear the suspension in Namjoon's voice and you knew you had to say something to extinguish it for now.

"I am, I just don't know what's left to do, I feel so hopeless." You said as you saw the path begin to lead into a more wooded area ahead.

"Don't you feel him right now?" Namjoon asked.

"He's always just… around, I'm used to it. Maybe it's just me at this point." 

"What's that on your neck?" He reached out to see.

You had to do it now, you felt like your mark had given you away.

You stepped back out of his grasp as you quickly took the knife from your pocket and flipped it open. You didn't know if he had time to see it or not before you lunged at him.

He had put his hands up to stop you but the force you had come at him sent him toppling backward. 

You went to plunge the knife into his neck only to feel his hand around your wrist stopping you.

He yelled for help but there wasn't another soul at the park, you had been here awhile waiting, you would know.

You used your other hand to help overpower him, but he was still stronger even with all of this adrenaline and chemicals coursing through your body, even with the image of your family in your mind.

"Stop!" Namjoon yelled at you, but this was too far gone to stop now, your mind was already made up. You knew that if you stopped now then you would be the one who died.

Your arms were beginning to grow tired and your strength was weakening and because of that he was able to shift the point of the knife towards you.

In one last burst of strength you tried to switch the knife's direction back towards him but your muscles just gave out.

You didn't feel the pain of the plunge into your chest at first, but you felt the crack of your ribs at the sheer force. You were in shock, it didn't feel at all like you had just been stabbed. You let go of Namjoon and rolled over onto the cool grass as you tried to process everything.

You could hear Namjoon panicking, sitting over you, trying to help you,  it was confusing.

Why was he trying to help you? He wanted you dead.

"Please? Where are you?" You choked out. It was hard to breathe, you felt like you were drowning as you looked up at the stars.

"Get away from her." It was the only voice you wanted to hear, it had brought you some kind of peace.

You saw Namjoon look at something with wide eyes before leaving your line of vision. His quick footsteps on the ground you lay on got further and further away. 

You continued to choke and gasp.

Jungkook watched in the distance as the knife was turned on you and the blade disappeared in your chest.

It hadn't hurt until now. It was as if you were his voodoo doll. He had never felt pain before, but once he felt the sting, he knew exactly what it was, although his pain came from the inside. Until now he had been watching coldly, waiting for this to happen, knowing you would die.

You had to die, there was no other way you'd let him have his son, there was no way you'd let your son end this world. You were too compassionate, too human, too emotional. You were all the things Jungkook never thought he was. Perhaps you completed him in many ways he only was now able to realize.

He was able to fool you so well, tell you all the sweet things you needed to hear to lead you to your own demise. But why did it only now hurt him? Had it been so easy to lie to you because maybe somewhere deep down in his unbeating heart he knew that maybe you really were the one? He felt as though that as you laid there dying, that you were forcing your most human parts into him, you were cursing him.

He had never actually thought you were his Lilith, his soulmate, not until now as he watched you bleeding out and physically felt it. He felt the weight of every sweet thing and lie he had ever told you pressing on his chest. Your face, the sweet moments, holding you, the guilt of never telling you his name, everything flashed before him. He wondered for a moment if he was dying too.

"I have given you a gift, the gift to feel.Your heart is broken, child. Go to her, be with her in her last breaths before I bring her home."

It wasn't even a voice that Jungkook heard, but it wasn't in his head either. He knew who was speaking to him. He suddenly felt enraged. He wasn't going to let God take you away from him.

"Get away from her." Jungkook boomed making the silly mortal that was panicking over you run at the sight and power of his voice.

Jungkook knelt down beside you and watched as the blood flowed from the corners of your mouth and tears streamed from your eyes.

"He's not going to take you from me! God damn it! Please don't take her!" Jungkook knew you wouldn't go to hell, god himself had said so. You did nothing wrong, you had been fooled by him just like Eve had been, and Eve still went to heaven when she died. He would never see you again and it hit him harder than anything ever had before.

Jungkook  lifted his hand, the one he hadn't unknowingly slipped through your fingers, and produced a flame which gave way to a scroll of paper.

He pulled you into his lap as you continued to choke. He put your hand to your wound and dipped your fingers into your blood.

"It's okay, it's going to be fine, please just sign it, you have to move, sign it." He let go of your hand but it was limp. There was no more choking, only a faint rattling coming from you now.

"Please please just sign the paper." He begged. "I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I did this and I'm so sorry. It hurts so badly, sign the paper, I need your soul, I need to find you." 

Silence.

There was no hummingbird heartbeat, there was no heartbeat at all as he looked into your empty eyes that still looked back at him. Your body lay in his lap with the mark he had given you, but you were gone. 

“But I love you...” it was the first time in his existence that he had said it and meant it. You had never known he didn't mean it, you had never known everything he did was a lie, maybe it was best that way. Despite not feeling any of it before, he felt it now, all at once. If he could do it all over again just to mean it, just to experience those feelings along with you he would. He would have held you longer, cried more, he wouldn't have ever let you do this, he wouldn't have fed you those dreams and lies and he would have protected you. Namjoon never wanted to hurt you.

All Jungkook wanted to do now was hold you, so he did until you grew cold. It wasn't fair he only got to feel this after you were gone as punishment. He wanted to go back, he wanted to start over, but it was too late. What kind of cruel god would gift him with his now?

His chest continued to sting, as his anger continued to fester. He hated everything, God, Namjoon, himself, this horrible fucking mortal world. 

He was going to burn it all. He never wanted to make another deal with any human ever again.

Whilst he couldn't touch these stupid fucking humans, his son could, he was half human.

This wasn't supposed to happen for another few years. He didn't think his son was old enough just yet, but it would have to do, he was still naive enough to destroy humanity on his father's command. All he had to do was show his son what he was capable of, fill him with rage for his dead mother, and watch the world burn. All Jungkook knew was fire and destruction, now his son could learn as well, both of them with a bitterness in their hearts.

Jungkook let out a loud scream of anger and frustration and all of these new feelings that he didn't want that felt like they were internally ripping him apart. 

The entire park was sent up in flames, including your body.

The end was coming early for this world, it was over. He was going to destroy every last one of God's precious creations for making him feel like this.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Bad Reputation

Fandom: Marvel (High School AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x GN!Reader

Summary: For some reason, your high school’s resident bad boy, Bucky Barnes, seemed to have made it your personal mission to be a thorn in your side.

A/N: inspired by this gif set.

Your eyes glance up every so often to make sure your notes are correct as you scribble into your notebook. Mr. Coulson continues to talk about history and you're adamant to jot down every single thing he says.

You feel something hit the back of your head, but you ignore it. A minute goes by and you feel it again, along with a "pssst!"

You shake your head and try to keep your focus. Something something 1894-

"Hey," you jolt when you hear a whisper and a tap on your shoulder.

You look over your shoulder and see James "Bucky" Barnes now sitting the seat behind you that was previously occupied by Brunnihilde, "What, James?" you hiss.

James, or Bucky as he likes to be called, smirked at his first name. Not many got away with calling him that, but you did.

"Wanna hang out after school?"

You turn back around to continue taking notes, "Don't you have detention...again?"

He scoffs, "Yeah, but I'll skip it for you."

"Pass," you mumble.

You hear him sigh and lean back, "Suit yourself." Minutes pass and you turn back around and Brunnhilde is back in her seat.

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When you walk out of class, Bucky is waiting for you by the door. You ignore him as you walk down the hall to your next class. He follows closely behind, you hear the creaking of his leather jacket that he usually wears.

"Leave me alone, James."

Bucky rushes around to stand in front of you, stopping you in your path, "Y/N, why do you hate me so much?"

"Because you're annoying, you're a troublemaker, you never know when to shut up you, you-"

"Jeez. Alright. Damn."

"I have to go to class, James," you walk around him and continue your journey.

He catches up to you again, "I'll walk you!"

"No, thanks."

You continue to head to class, but Bucky doesn't follow this time. He stops in the hall sighing and pushing his hands into his distressed jeans. He looks down dejectedly and heads in the other direction to his class.

The bell already rang by the time he steps into class. Ms. Hill writes him off and he, to no one's surprise, get detention yet again for having three tardies in a row.

He slumps into his seat behind his best friend, Steve, and sighs. As Steve is writing notes, he murmurs only low enough for Bucky to hear, "No luck?"

"Nope," Bucky murmurs back. He looks down and looks how his black t-shirt clings to his round belly. He pats it and sighs, "Do you think they'd like me if maybe I wasn't so chubby?"

"Y/N may not like you, but they're not shallow, Buck."

"I just don't get it. Why don't they like me?"

"Probably because you annoy them so much," Steve answers with a smirk, which earns him a flick to the ear.

"Ow!"

"Steve, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

He shakes his head, "No, ma'am."

Ms. Hill goes back to giving her lecture and Steve hisses, "Quick being a jerk."

"I'll quit being a jerk if you quit being a punk, you punk," Bucky retorts with an amused grin.

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You head to your usual table where Scott, Hope, Luis, Carol, Brunnhilde, and yourself usually eat.

You sit in between Scott and Carol with a sigh. It's Tuesday, but you already want the week to be over. Carol leans in and whispers to you, "Don't be alarmed, but Bucky's been looking at you since you walked over here."

You groan and let your head fall onto the lunch table, "Why can't he just leave me alone?"

"Because he likes you," Hope answers.

You snort, "More like he likes to annoy me. I don't want anything to do with him. Bad guys like that are up to know good. I don't have time for that."

"I like Bucky," Scott speaks up with a smile, "He's cool."

"You just like him because he gave you a nickname," Hope replies with knowing smirk.

"He's a cool guy!"

You hear a burst of laughter and you look up to see Bucky throwing food at Clint and Sam two tables down.

You roll your eyes and pull out your own lunch. As soon as you're about to take a bite, you hear "WATCH OUT!" and you're hit in the face with a piece of pizza.

Everyone suddenly goes silent. You look up and see Bucky's look of horror. He's immediately rushing over to you, "Y/N! I am SO sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, James." you say calmly.

He looks at you in surprise, "Wait, really?"

You take Scott's cupcake that he got from Gamora and said, "NOPE!" and smashed it onto his face.

He wipes away the frosting and smushed cake, and smirked, "That's how it's gonna be? Fine." he grabs your tupperware of pasta and dumps it over your head, "FOOD FIGHT!"

Everyone begins to scatter and starts throwing their food left and right. You grab your food, Scott's food, Luis' food, any food you can get your hands on and throwing them to Bucky.

"YOU'RE SUCH AN ASS!" you yell at him.

"AND YOU'RE A STUCK UP!"

The doors to the cafeteria burst open and the principal, Mr. Fury, yells, "EVERYONE FREEZE." And you all do.

You're seething, glaring at Bucky, chest heaving.

"Who's responsible for this, huh?"

Everyone points to you and Bucky who are in a more isolated area of the cafeteria. Fury, watching where he stepped, marched over to you. He points to Bucky, "Barnes." and then you, "L/N, my office. Now."

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Two weeks. Detention for a whole two weeks. You couldn't believe this! Because of Bucky, your record was no longer clean. Your dislikeness towards Bucky just grew after that.

After school, you marched into the cafeteria where you'd be helping the lunch faculty.

"Alright James and Y/N, you'll help with dishes. You can discuss who will wash and who will dry."

Without looking at Bucky you head to the sink, "I'll wash."

Bucky cautiously follows you and stands by your side waiting for you hand him washed dishes.

"Y/N-"

"Don't talk to me, James."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs in a painted tone, "I really didn't mean to throw that pizza at you."

"Why are you like this?!" you drop the dishes back into the sink, "Why must you annoy me and bother me every chance you get?!"

"I-I don't mean to-"

"Bullshit, Barnes!"

"I like you, okay?! I like you and I-I don't know what to do! The only time you look at me or talk to me is when I bother you and I just-I just want you to talk to me, Y/N. To see me."

"Why me? There's plenty other people who'd rather have your attention!"

"I don't know. There's just something about you. You're sweet and smart. You're caring. I know-I know something like me doesn't deserve the attention from someone like you, but I can't help it."

You snort, "You don't know me though. Not really."

"Well, maybe I can get to know you now? Ya know, since you and I will spending a lot of time together here?"

"We'll see," you answer before heading back to doing dishes.

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After a week of detention, you and Bucky were more civilized. You got to know each other a little bit more. You found out that he wanted to take over his dad's construction company, that he wanted to help Steve get into NYU with the money he's been earning from working with his dad.

Bucky learned that you wanted to go to school for journalism and that you have a pet bunny named Floppy.

You found out that Bucky knows Celine Dion's music very well because his mom loves her.

He found out that you wanted to be on Broadway when you were younger, but realized you had bad stage fright.

Whenever you two saw each other in class or in the halls, you didn't turn in the other direction. You gave each other a nod and a polite smile.

Then...the flowers started happening.

You walked into Mr. Coulson's classroom and found a daisy with a note next to it. You picked up the note and it read:

I saw this cute flower and thought of you. Have a good day.

-JB

You looked at the back of the classroom to where Bucky usually sat, but he wasn't there. You snort to yourself and roll your eyes. He's probably going to late, per usual.

A few minutes before class started, Bucky waltzed in and sat in the empty seat beside you. He pulls out a notebook and pencil. He writes the date at the top and looks up at the front of the class to see if there was anything on the whiteboard.

He then turns to you and smirks, "Hi."

"Hi. Thanks for the flower."

"You're welcome," he looks down at his notebook and then looks up to see you still staring at him. He chuckles, "What?"

"You're early to class and prepared....are you feeling okay?" you lean in, feeling his head with the back of his hand.

You swats your hand away, "Quit it! I'm fine! Just turning over a new leaf. I'm gonna be a changed man, Y/N."

"Okaaaay?"

Your school day went by fast. One moment you were in your first class and the next you're in the cafeteria helping clean the kitchen.

"So...what's the real reason you're suddenly trying to be a good student?"

"Does there have to be a reason?" Bucky asks as he wipes down the counters.

"There's a reason for everything, Bucky." you freeze and so does Bucky. You look up and he's looking way too smug for your liking, "It was a slip of the tongue."

"You called me, Bucky."

"It won't happen again."

"Can I hear it again?"

"Nope."

"Please?"

"Hell no."

"Okay...I do like it when you call me James, though. Just so you know." he looks at you with a soft stare and an equally soft smile.

You cleared your throat and went back to refilling the fridge with milk, "Anyway, the reason?"

Bucky sighs and walks over to you, resting against a counter as you work, "Had a meeting with Fury. Said if I don't improve on my grades, I'm gonna get held back. Means I can't pursue my goals with taking over my dad's business, can't help Stevie with school. I gotta be better."

You pause and then ask, "Do you....want some help?"

"Um...I'd like some, but you don't have to. I can't ask-"

"You're not asking, James. I'm offering."

"Sure."

So after school, while you and Bucky served your detention, you helped him study.

Eventually, your detention was over, but that didn't stop you from helping Bucky. During lunch, you two would be in the library. You two would study at the park near your house. You soon began to show you his grades and they were definitely improving.

When Bucky got his first A in a long time, you took him out to lunch to celebrate.

You guys went to the local café in your neighborhood, getting burger, fries, and shakes.

You lifted up your shake, "Congrats, James, to your first A in a logn time!"

Bucky held up his own and clinked it to yours, "And to you, Y/N, because I wouldn't have done it without you."

"Guess we make a great team, huh?"

Bucky smiles that smile that you've noticed he only does with you, "Yeah...we do."

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"You've been spending a lot of time with Bucky for someone who hates him," Carol states as you join them at the lunch table after what seemed like forever.

You rolled your eyes as you sat down, "I don't hate him. I never did, honestly. Just strongly disliked! But anyway, we're good now. Bonded a lot during detention and then I was tutoring him. We're....friends now."

"Just friends?" Brunnhilde asked.

"Yup. Just friends!"

After school, Bucky is waiting for you by your car.

He nervously wipes his sweaty palms down his round belly and runs a hand through his hair, "Um, hey."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know something. You know my feelings for you and, honestly, they haven't changed. In fact, they've only grown since we've been spending so much time together. And, there's another reason why I wanted to do better in school...and that's you."

"Me?"

"I wanted to be better for you, so I can show you that I'm not just that punk ass kid that doesn't care about anything and anyone. That I'm more than just my bad reputation. And, I think this past month, I've done a pretty good job at showing that. But anyway, I was wondering, if you feel the same? And if you wanna go on a date sometime?"

His confession floored you. You didn't expect him to say any of this, "James, I-I won't lie, that I have some feelings for you, but it-it takes a lot more than this for me to like someone. I mean, we just became friends. And while I do like how you've changed, I just-there's more to it than just that."

He nods and clears his throat, "Right. Got it. I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," you grab hold of his arm, "Maybe...we can just be friends for now and see how it goes?"

He nods, "Yeah. Okay. You set the pace and I'll follow, Y/N. I'd rather have you as a friend than not at all."

"I can't promise anything would come from this."

"I know. I'm just....glad you finally see me."

You smile at him with softness in your eyes, "I'm glad I finally see you too."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #au #marvel au #high school au #gn!reader #gender neutral!reader #chubby!bucky

[theobligatedklutz]

omg hi i’m assuming you take requests for headcanons?

bc i know everyone writes about reggie and Ray father-son relationship or whatever, but what ab alex with ray??? i need some more ray adopting a ghost band + alex’s ‘eh, he’s a dad, it doesn’t count’ bc i just think it’s funny.

thank you haha i love your hc’s

Alex and Ray Headcanons:

Alex doesn't get the initial excitement of just sitting with Ray while he does his everyday things ("Reggie, how does staring at Julie's dad like a creep make you feel better exactly?" "You'll see.") but once he does it himself, he starts to get it. Alex never got to starry-eyed stare at a parental figure in his teenage years. Mostly because Alex's parents would easily find any excuse to leave the room when he entered and barely tolerated him after he came out. With Ray that was easy, he couldn't see Alex so sometimes, when no one else was there, Alex unloaded on Ray. Told him about how Willie made him feel, how all the changes brought him anxiety but he was starting to like them because those changes brought him Julie, Ray, Carlos and Willie.

Ray always feels like there's someone there near him. He thinks it's Rose but the energy he gets is too peppy, too excited and teenager-y to be Rose. Then one day, there's a new presence. It's still soft but it's more-toned down then the first one. And just like the first energy, it craves attention, affection but there's this overwhelming need to be accepted in this energy.

Sometimes Alex catches Ray looking right at him and even though he knows Ray can't see him, he feels like he was caught in the act of self-indulgence and it suddenly feels wrong (even though it isn't, he's just used to not taking up a lot of space in front of moms and dads), like he's violating Ray's time and space. Everytime it happens, Alex poofs off quickly.

Ray finds out about the boys being ghosts. Asks Julie a plethora of questions about them. She lets it slips that Reggie and lately Alex had been spending a lot of time with him.

Ray: "That's why I always felt like I was being watched!" Alex: "dude, I told you you were being creepy!"

When Ray finally processes it, he goes: "so who's the puppy dog I need to desperately hug and who's the one who needs an 'I'm proud of you' pat on the shoulder?"

Reggie and Alex both flush and poof out so quickly in embarassment.

Ray is cooking one time and Alex poofs in to sit on one of the island stools and Ray immediately looks up. Ray: "Alex, right?"

Alex freezes, he almost throws up and poofs out at the exact same time and the spike in fear in the energy is all the answer Ray needs to know yeah yes that's the Alex Julie mentioned. Alex is about to go until Ray softly tells him to "Please don't poof out, please stay." Alex almost doesn't want to listen. He suddenly feels so much fear from being known by Ray. A dad. His dad would never give him the time of day, this feels too new and too scary.

Ray: "Hey Alex, I don't know what's got you so afraid. But I'm here and I'm not gonna reject? you. I think you're a great drummer and you make my ninã very happy. So you make me very happy."

Alex is crying before he even realizes it, hot tears tumbling down his cheeks and Ray feels it, he almost thinks he can hear the way Alex sniffles. "It's ok. I'm here. I'm here." Ray feels a warm pressure behind him and he turns away from the cutting board and feels the pressure wrap around his waist and a heaviness on his shoulder and - wow Alex is taller than Ray imagined- and he circles his arms into the air around him assuming where Alex might be. And then that pressure disappears and he hears an echo of "thank you" that he's pretty sure he's imagined.

Next time Julie goes to band practice in the studio, Ray follows her. Julie: "Dad, what's this about?" Ray: "Remember that hug and shoulder pat I was supposed to give? I'm here today to give them."

Julie can't wipe the soft smile off of her face when Ray tucks himself on the couch while she sits herself down at the piano, completely ignoring the way the boys almost drop their instruments at Ray's presence. They are still freaking out when Julie starts singing and they cut it off abruptly and play their instruments. And Ray stands up as soon as the boys become corporeal and vaguely gestures for Julie to keep singing the lyrics to 'Bright' as he walks over to Reggie, says his piece and pulls him into a hug with Reggie's bass smushed between them. Then he goes to Alex.

"Hey, I know we talked the other day but I just wanted to say this to your face. I'm really proud of you, kid. I think you are the greatest drummer in the world and I'm so proud you got all the way here. I don't know what else is on your mind. But I am happy for you, son."

The 'son' does it. Alex feels like his limbs are jelly, there's a lump in his throat and heat behind his eyes and then Ray is ruffling his hair and pressing a firm hand on his shoulder with the softest smiles on his face and Alex sniffles and drops his drumsticks, steps around his drumset and slams into Ray. Ray stumbles back, arms filled with 155 pounds of teenage boy. This time he has no problem wrapping his arms around Alex.

You're a dad so of course, you'd call me the greatest drummer. Dads don't count but you count.

If you want Ray - Luke or Ray - Reggie Dynamics, send them to my ask box.

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[sassysambucky]

Whelp, here is the start to the Gideon and Sam clashing fic that I had no business writing 🙃 mid-day. It’s mild now but I expect all of my own feelings to be hurt down the line. Warnings: homophobic relatives, angst, anxiety.

I’m semi-horrible with titles, so I will to probably pick a new one, but this is the ao3 link (with the most edited version) Rated E! My ch 1s are always scandy 😅

Ch 1 - (1.5k). Draft, Rated E

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Sam didn’t want Gideon to find out about him and Bucky in the worst way, and, Sam supposed, he didn’t.

The worst possible way would’ve been an hour and a half later with his mouth sucking Bucky like a lollipop and then fucking the daylights out of him as he whimpered and started begging, getting real dirty about it, hips slamming back against Sam while moaning.

Jesus, that would have ended their relationship. Maybe Sarah could come back from something that embarrassing, and thankfully, they’d never gotten the chance to test it, always making sure she was out of the house for hours, first, and the kids were at a sleepover. But Gideon wasn’t built that way. His mind had settled somewhere between a rock and a hard place, firm in his ways, weathered like their mom could be. He wasn’t a piece on the board to consider because he hadn’t even contacted either sibling for months on end… and yet, he was the last person who Sam wanted to tell about him and Bucky… because he hadn’t told him about being gay. He couldn’t.

So, if he had found Sam in Bucky’s lap straddling him on the couch, moaning as Bucky practically dry humped him through his jeans, breath in his mouth, tongue tasting his teeth, that would have been level 2 bad. And thankfully, he didn’t. But he still found out, and level 1 bad was enough to leave Sam feeling anger and shame that he hadn’t felt in years, crying in a way he hadn’t in months, trying to hold back his super boyfriend from fighting his brother who suddenly hated him.

~*~

“Do we have to watch the movie?” Bucky whispered in his ear, hands clasped around his stomach, tickling Sam’s skin with insinuation.

“Come on,” Sam moaned, comfortable in Bucky’s lap as he smushed his face into the crease of his neck, forcing a shiver even though the heat was on. The shivers lasted for an additional moment as Bucky kissed him all the way under the jaw, and Sam finally - somehow, Jesus - found the strength to push out of his hold. Then he turned around and crossed his arms, stern. “Baby.”

Bucky swallowed, giving a shy smile at his playful squint. “I mean, we could be spending the night in other ways, not watching Cinderella… 5?”

Sam laughed, not missing the way Bucky trailed his slick hands up his thighs over his jeans and slithered into his belt loops with two fingers. The tug was suddenly strong, bringing Sam crashing into his lap, a groan on both of their lips as they grinded. And Bucky kept going, rolling his hips up, eyes glazing, making Sam want it. Fuck, he knew that drove Sam crazy, when he’d suddenly turn on his strength like a button, one that awoke both of their primal sides. Bucky’s hands were hot on Sam’s back, even having the nerve to slide one into the rim of his briefs as Sam managed to huff out, “But it’s the fifth one, baby, please-“

That made Bucky groan and slow his roll, releasing him. “I want to make out right after, doll, right after.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll even suck your dick.”

“Not if I suck yours first.” Bucky pulled him into his arms and they were cuddling on the sofa again, an angry kiss placed on his head. As the movie played, Sam settled the blanket over both of them and pulled out the foot rests, laying on top of Bucky, back pressed to his chest, occasionally receiving more frustrated kisses.

He couldn’t help it. Sex was one thing, and exciting, but how often did they get to have a real date together at home. Sure, Sarah and the boys didn’t mind them cuddling at the couch or cooking together and smiling at each other. Cass had blatantly gone, “Aww,” once, seeing Bucky hug over Sam’s shoulder while he chopped ingredients for TT’s beef stew, and that little sound had made Sam’s eyes water. Seeing his nephews and sister approve of him was something he couldn’t have dreamed of in the Air Force, just being proud of who he loved and not having to apologize for it.

Cuddling while watching Cinderella 5. Yeah, that was better than finding out when he’d planned to slink out of Bucky’s lap and onto the floor, unbuckling his jeans, sucking him right then and there. Them smiling at Disney’s version where they finally included a gay prince, Prince Charming’s cousin, who found a male lover of his own, that was better… Sam told himself.

“Wake up, they’re kissing,” Sam whispered, smiling at the two princes as they danced, sneaking a kiss. Bucky moaned a little, opening his eyes, having been lulled to sleep by the medium volume of the TV, the washer running, the overall gentle breath of the Wilson home, and the peace.

Sam shook his head with a smile. “I’m gonna make you watch it again just for falling asleep.”

Bucky didn’t laugh back, and Sam paused the movie, something weird in Bucky’s posture as he suddenly sat up, making Sam shift forward. “You okay, baby?”

“Did-“ Bucky narrowed, tilting his head as Sam followed his eyes to the screen door, his own heart starting to pick up in response. “Did Sarah switch cars?”

Sam raised both brows, shaking his head as he looked from Bucky, half his hair sticking up, breaths almost invisible, to the door. Sigh. “Maybe her friend dropped her off, baby. I’ll give her a call if it’s that deep.” Because, really, Sam had always considered the possibility that his job would affect his family, but their side of town was very safe and they knew all of the neighbors. He didn’t really believe anyone would attack them right now, knowing their skills and background.

Bucky hesitated. Sam threw his arms around his waist, hugging his back, now seeing the lights flash through cracks in the curtains over his shoulder, and smiled. “It’s just Sarah, baby.” And he got Bucky to sit back down, taking a deep breath with him. Sam understood, it was hard to adjust to being safe, but they were together now. Things were different.

“It just didn’t sound like-,” Bucky started and then shook his head, exhaling out the tension as Sam found a place on his lap again. This time, he wouldn’t care if Sarah walked in and they were hugging. Let her call them old lover birds, he’d laugh back happily.

“I know, Baby,” Sam said gently, giving Bucky a kiss before they settled into a cuddle, Sam resting his head in Bucky’s chest as he reached for the remote to resume the last part of the movie. It was favorite where they said they’d be happily ever after, as cheesy as that sounded.

Though, Sam really should have trusted Bucky’s instincts, considering the guy had experience with danger. Therapists called it trauma responses and other more complicated phrases that Bucky relayed back to him during a few vents. They don’t get it, Sam, I know danger, it’s not fucking panic disorder. He did, and this time he really did.

Sarah’s steps were heavy up the porch, and Sam thought nothing of it, feeling Bucky tense again, left arm whirring a little. She fumbled with her keys, the way she always did, and Sam smiled, pressing his head to Bucky’s shoulder, rubbing his chest to calm him. At first.

She took a little too long, and a sudden pinch in his gut made Sam sit up, a sixth sense, him reaching for his gun on the table, not quite leaving Bucky’s lap as hands curled around his knees and waist a little protectively.

The door opened, and a block of emotion hit Sam like he hadn’t felt in a long time, staring at the man who resembled him, a little taller, definitely less hair, but with a beard that made up for it. Sam’s voice caught in his throat and he couldn’t stand up this time, not knowing what to do as Gideon’s deep voice, sounding like their dad, “The hell you watching?” turning his head to the TV.

Bucky started to shift but Sam couldn’t move, all but frozen as he put his gun down, so Bucky held him instead, legs ready to stand at any moment, all but saying, I’m here.

Gideon landed on him, and his eyes filled with something different, confused, maybe disgusted, but dark.

“Gid-“ Sam started, shaking. “Been a while-“

“Sammy, same here,” Gideon returned politely and put down his bag, trench coat wrinkling, and Bucky suddenly hardened his eyes. He turned back to Sam, voice coating with venom as he asked, “Now what in the fuck are you doing with that mutant?”

- further chapters continued on ao3

— thanks for checking it out 😀

#sassyao3 #sambucky fanfic #post fatws #gideon wilson #based on comic gideon

[treasure-hwa]

no love anymore?

pairing: mingyu x female reader

genre: fake angst, fluff

synopsis: Haeun hears a talking between her parents and misunderstands it, getting super confused when they act like the usual lovey-dovey couple. Weren't they going to get a divorce?

word count: 1931

contents: married couple, parents au, mentions of divorce.

author's note: aaaaaa Kim Mingyu, I love you so much ugh! Happy birthday! About the story, I have no idea how little kids speak English, so I just... tried.

Taehwan was playing on his bedroom, patiently waiting for his older sister, Haeun, to come back from taking a glass of water. He simulated a car hitting and made ambulance sounds to make the playing more interesting.

He always got so immersed on his playing that he almost didn't notice Haeun coming back, her big eyes filled with tears, nose red and lip quivering.

— Noona! Let's play! — He shook his toy car, barely looking at the girl, who just nodded and tried to not think about what she had just heard.

That, however, proved itself to be a hard task as she was constantly remembering about the talk she had accidentally heard between her parents.

"— What is left to do now?

— Divorce is the best option, unfortunately.

— I guess you are right. There's no escaping this now."

Dad had always said how communication is the key to everything and how their family should talk to each other when they had an issue. Mom would complete saying they would never be angry about bad grades, for example, they would try to solve it together. But listening to others' conversation was very rude. So how could Haeun tell her worries to her parents?

On the other room, Mingyu was talking on the phone to one of his best friends about the divorce. It was the best solution now that things got to that point. They would be better far from each other.

When it was bedtime, the little girl was already at her bed, hiding her face on the pillow, that was taking her few tears silently. She could hear her mom brushing her brother's teeth on the bathroom and talking happily to him, but her mind was busy.

She knew what a divorce was. Her friend at school said her parents' were getting a divorce and that meant they wouldn't be a couple anymore and would live in different houses. Another friend said it was good, because she would have two bedrooms, two houses and twice more toys, but Haeun thought it was awful. She loved seeing her mom and dad together, she loved playing with them and dancing and singing with them in the kitchen. If they separated, how could she get those moments she cherished so much?

— Okay, my little angels. I have something important to say to you.

The girl heard her mom speaking lowly when she entered the child's room with Taehwan on her lap and sat up right away, drying her face of tears. It was the moment. Mom would tell them about the divorce.

Except... she didn't.

— Your dad's birthday is coming in a few days and I wanted to ask you two to make nice presents to him. It can be a really good drawing or a sweet message. And we will make his breakfast. What do you think?

— I will do best drawing for daddy!

— Awn, Tae, will you? Thanks, prince! And you, Haeun? — The mother looked at her oldest child and noticed the faint red on her face. — Princess, were you crying?

— Me? No! I was just with my face smushed on the pillow. I think I'll write something for dad. — Haeun quickly changed the topic. 

— Okay, thank you, guys! You are the best! — She high-fived the little ones, but stopped the excitement when Mingyu came into the room.

— What are the loves of my life planning, hm?

"Loves of my life". That means me and Taehwan now that he doesn't love mom anymore.

— Nothing, daddy! — Taehwan covered his own mouth after giggling, and Mingyu took him on his arms, smiling.

— Well, it's bedtime, so you should all be in bed. Let's leave Haeun so she can have her beauty sleep.

The three kissed Haeun's forehead and got out of her room, letting her sleep, but she couldn't close her eyes for the first minutes and when she did, she dreamt she was all alone. She had many really nice toys, but dad was cooking alone, mom didn't finish his singing and Taehwan didn't have his parents to help him swing while they were walking and he was clutching on their hands. It felt sad and she woke up crying in the middle of the night, so she made her way to her parents’ bedroom and nudged her father to wake up?

— Princess? What are you doing up at... — Mingyu looked at the digital clock, and spoke again, voice hoarse and heavy with sleep. — At three in the morning?

— I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?

He nodded, even though she could barely see it. The man took her daughter and laid her on the bed, between him and his wife, who noticed the movement and woke up right away. Being a mother meant light sleep for the rest of her life.

— Love, she had a bad dream.

— Okay. — The woman smiled sleepily. — We will take care of our big girl, no monsters will take my Haeun away.

The next day, Haeun and Taehwan kept their promise and made nice things to their dad, and the activity helped her forget the divorce thing and the lacking of love dream. She helped her brother with drawing and coloring and wrote a card for Mingyu, with the nicest words she knew.

— Noona, daddy like my drawing? — The boy showed his colorful drawing.

— Yes, I'm sure he will, Tae!

Then she saw her parents going to the kitchen. Mingyu followed and tried to talk to his wife, but she wouldn't listen at all. Haeun felt her eyes fill with tears again. Would they argue? Would they want the divorce faster? She didn't want to see nor hear it, so she asked Taehwan to take his drawing and pencils to his bedroom, far from the kitchen.

— What is wrong, noona?

— Nothing, nothing, let's go back to painting on your room, okay?

— But..

— I think mom and dad will divorce, okay?

— Okay? — Taehwan asked more than agreed, as he didn’t know that word yet.

When Mingyu's birthday came, his wife prepared a really nice breakfast with a little help from the kids and laid it all out on the table, she even picked some nice flowers from the garden to decorate it.

— Beautiful, mommy.

— Thanks, prince! Daddy deserves it. Now, let's go wake him up!

They walked to the couple's shared room and got on bed carefully to not wake the big sleeping body. The woman smiled big and kissed his forehead while caressing his jaw gently, she was just so happy to be spending another birthday by his side.

— Gyu, babe... Good morning, my love...

Why was she being so sweet towards him?

Mingyu mumbled out a "morning" back. That was when the woman let the kids wake their dad up, so they jumped on him and kissed his face several times, saying "wake up, daddy! Wake up! Happy birthday!"

Nonetheless to say, Mingyu woke real fast with his children and engulfed them in a hug with his strong arms.

— My babies woke up so early for me — he whined cutely, kissing their heads. — Even mister Kim Taehwan. Thanks, babies!

— Mommy gets kiss too? — Taehwan asked, pointing to the smiling woman.

— Of course she does!

He sat up and took his wife's face on his hands, pecking her lips.

— Happy birthday, Gyu. I’ll give you your gift later, okay?

— Thanks, my love. You already gave me the best gifts I could have ever asked for, though. — He looked at their kids with a loving gaze. 

Haeun was so confused right now. Why were they smiling and kissing each other if they were getting a divorce? Didn't divorce mean you didn't love each other anymore?

— Come on, Gyu, we prepared a delicious breakfast for you.

He smiled and made surprised sounds, engulfing his family on another big hug before getting out of bed and taking them to the kitchen table, where pancakes, fruits, juice and coffee could be seen. Beside the plate, however, Mingyu saw colored cards with hearts on the front and a drawing of a sticky family of four.

Taehwan wriggled from his dad's embrace and ran to his chair, taking a strawberry of the plate and stuffing his mouth. However, he stopped his munching to ask something:

— Dad, what...

— Swallow first, Taehwan. — Mingyu said, smiling like a fool while he was analysing the paper gifts. Taehwan obeyed. — Now, speak.

— Dad, what is divorce?

He was taken aback by the sudden question, but explained the best he could:

— Divorce? Hmm, well, it's when a married couple doesn't love each other anymore and decides to live alone again.

Almost instantly, the boy's big eyes filled with tears and his lower lip jutted forward, forming a pout that was painful to look at, because the little one looked genuinely sad.

— Why you no love mommy? — He said.

— What? I love mommy.

— Bu-But you are divorcing! No love!

— Who said that to you?

Taehwan pointed to Haeun in front of him, who was as confused and teary eyed.

— Haeun, why did you say that to your brother? You know lying is a no-no.

She wasn't lying! She heard their talk, she knew what they were talking about and she would tell them that on that moment.

— I heard you and mom talking about how getting a divorce was the only thing left, that it was inevitable. And I know what dicorce means, because my friend's parents are getting one and she will have two houses, two TVs, more toys, but I don't want it! I want mom and dad together!

Mingyu took her on his lap and hugged her while the mother took the youngest on her arms. The man dried the many tears of his daughter and held her face close to his.

— Haeun, sweetheart, you understood it wrong. Me and your mom are not getting a divorce, we love each other too much, we will never separate. There is just... this super strong force that keeps us together.

— So... why were you talking about it?

— It was about dad's friend. He had trouble with his wife and will get a divorce. It was not about me and mom, you heard just a fraction of the talk.

— And — she sobbed, calming down slowly — why were you following mom to the kitchen yesterday, trying to talk and she was not listening to you?

— Oh, babe, that was your dad being stubborn — the woman said, caressing her son's back, but looking at her daughter with so much love. — He said I should cancel his birthday party, but don't you think we should celebrate?

The girl looked at her dad, who was giggling at his wife, caressing her hip with his fingertips.

— Yeah, dad, we should have a party. It's your birthday!

— Party! — the boy exclaimed and patted his father's messy hair. — Party for daddy.

Mingyu chuckled and put Haeun back on her chair, cutting the pancake in pieces for her.

— Okay, okay, my little angels, party for daddy. We will celebrate later. Now, let's eat!

So, while the four of them were laughing, eating and complimenting the breakfast, Haeun understood her parents could never be away for each other for the love was too much for only one heart. They needed to be together forever, like the happy family they have always been.

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