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13 - Dressing Room Games | Forever Winter | a.b x oc

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏

- 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 – 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵

warnings: TENSION, body dismorphia?, 18+ always

13/? - chp summary: elsie drags her best friend shopping then asks for his opinion, for ‘research’

see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

-ELSIE-

I woke up in a startle. Looking around at the dark gray walls, I realized I was at Austin’s.

Of course I’m here, dumbass.

Over the course of me being here this had happened almost every morning. But each time I felt a sense of relief. Maybe Nox had done more damage than I’d realized.

It took me a second before noticing I was in Austin’s bed. I patted around the soft satin sheets trying to locate my phone. Finding it under the pillow and groggily unlocking it.

My eyes widened to see a long text from Nox. My heart fluttered— but I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or disappointment.

“Good morning baby. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, for the way I acted. And what I did to Austin. I would love it if we could meet up and talk? I want to be better, you know that. Just know that I love and miss you so much.”

My stomach sank. I wanted to believe him, I really did.

But then again, this time could be different. Like me leaving and not giving in could’ve scared him?

That was the Nox I loved, that was the Nox I knew that he really was. The Nox I fell in love with.

I tugged at my lip, processing.

What harm would it be if I went to just talk?

I made my decision.

Scuttering across the bedroom I peeked through the cracked door. Austin was passed out on the couch - good. I didn’t even want to think about what happened last night, nonetheless talk about it.

Truth or dare – How did we end up there?

Hastily I slipped on one of the dresses I bought around Thanksgiving. This one was a dark forest green with long flared sleeves. A floor length mirror critiqued my appearance when I turned to the side sucking in my stomach then letting out a breath.

Sighing, I brought my purse over and searched for a small pouch filled with travel-sized makeup. I coated my lashes in mascara quickly, like I was on some sort of time limit. Lining my lips first then topping with gloss. Finally, I brushed out my bird’s nest hair and drenched it in dry shampoo.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and slowly made my way out, tip toeing towards the front door to not wake Austin. The wooden flats creaked under my weight causing my eyes to scrunch and my body to stay painfully still.

He tussled around then let out a yawn.

“Where are you going?” He croaked, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

His morning voice was something that gave me the same flutter in my lower stomach that I had last night. A flash of his lips on me crossed my sleepy mind.

I felt a stinge of guilt, as if I had cheated. As if Nox was right.

I stilled with my back facing him, closing my eyes in defeat.

Fuck.

I spun around to see him rubbing one eye, just barely sitting up. His golden locks tussled. The cashmere blanket slipping from his bare shoulder, revealing toned skin stretched taut across muscles, emphasizing the valleys lining his collar bone.

“I um— I thought I’d go get some food, since we’re running out of snacks.”

“Noooooo.” He whined, “Don’t leave.”

Not only did I hate lying to him, but I was a shit liar - especially when he looked and sounded like that.

“Aus, I’m so hungry. Let me just go, I’ll be right back.”

He groaned, “Fine but bring me M&M’s.”

“Of course.” I turned to make my way to the door, hand on the handle. But my bones locked up.

Why?

That sting of guilt just seconds ago, unlocked the memory of Nox’s hand around my throat. His vile words ringing in my ears.

Whore.

Liar.

Cheat.

Cheating with Austin.

Fucking Austin.

He truly believed that.

At this point, he had drilled it so much into me that I was almost convinced I had cheated on him. What difference would it make if I did actually sleep with Austin? He already believed it. Maybe if I fucked him, there would at least be a meaning behind the accusations.

Next phase of heartbreak kicked in – Anger.

Do I want to fuck him? What the fuck am I thinking – of course not.

Another memory from last night – the feeling of his tongue on my skin. It’s like I could feel it still. As if it did leave a burn. Scorching, stinging.

I spun around, doing the only thing I knew would cheer me up.

“You know what? You’re right. We could go do something.”

“What do you propose that we do?”

“Shopping.” I grinned wide.

We arrived at a strip of stores on a quieter side of the city. The freezing wind blew my dress and the flowy sleeves.

“Remind me again why we’re shopping when you just bought those dresses?”

I rolled my eyes, “First of all I only bought two dresses and secondly I just want new clothes.”

“Okaaaay.” He whined.

We ducked into one of my favorite stores and I was immediately starry eyed over the new winter collections.

As we looked around Austin kept showing me only the ugliest pieces. He brought over one of the most disgusting argyle sweaters I’d ever seen.

“Ew,” I scoffed playfully. “Please get that away from me.”

I plucked through the lined racks of clothes before landing on a red silky dress with thin spaghetti straps. I thumbed the slick material between my fingers, it was the type of fabric that resembled butter in the way it slid around your skin. I eyed it once more to make sure I liked it, then held it up to a distracted Austin.

“What do you think about this?”

He fumbled with some hangers before turning to me. I watched his eyes widen slightly and a feeling of pride passed through me. All of a sudden this felt like a game, just like last night.

“I um, I think it’s nice.”

“I think so too. I think I’m gonna try it on.”

“Here? Today?”

I raised my eyebrow at him and chuckled, “Yeah silly. But I’m gonna keep looking.”

I draped the slinky dress over my arm and continued shopping. As I looked around, I found myself gravitating towards more and more revealing clothes. An unexplainable feeling of mischief filled me.

What exactly was I trying to do? Even though we had that drunken incident last night didn’t mean he even wanted to do anything with me. It didn’t mean he felt any sort of way.

Do I want to do those things? Do I feel any type of way?

No way – Right?

Regardless of my own confusion, maybe it would help clarify things if I could find out if he felt that way – if he wanted those things.

If he didn’t, then I didn’t. It’s just in my head. It was that simple.

And yet the spirit of competition coursed through my veins like morphine. He started the last game, now I wanted to start one.

He won last night, it was my turn.

I gathered a couple more outfits with various colors and styles, trying to canvas all my options - cover as much ground on the chess board.

“Hey,” I tapped his shoulder, finding him in some obscure clearance corner. “Is this where you’ve been getting those god awful outfits?”

He held up a dress, it was floor length and pilgrim-ish. “I think you could wear this to the Met Gala.”

I literally laughed out loud, “You’re so annoying.”

“So, I think I’m gonna try these on.” I lifted the mountain of clothes weighing on my arm. “Can you come with me?”

He blinked at me, “What exactly do you need me for?”

“Well, you could tell me if they look good? Or sometimes I need help with zippers and stuff.”

“Uh- Yeah, sure.”

Navigating through the displays and shoppers, we found the dressing rooms all the way in the back. The dim florescent glow emphasized just how isolated and empty the fitting room area was.

Austin sat on a cushioned bench that was conveniently placed across from the row of rooms.

Once in a stall, I slipped my green dress off. Again, body checking myself in the mirror. My fingers squeezed the excess on my stomach. This made me happy that I hadn’t eaten today.

However, it did humble my pursuit of whatever game I was trying to play with Austin. I wasn't exactly the best looking pawn on the board, more like the piece that your dog chewed up and spit out.

The first dress was a short, fitted houndstooth dress but immediately upon my body it was an immediate no. I ran my hands cover the rough, canvas-like material that laid stiffly on my curves, it was atrocious. Like atrocious. Not all what I imagined it would look like on me, I was picturing more a Blair Waldorf-type of vibe. This was definitely not that. Immediately placing it on the hanger in the ‘no’ pile.

The couple dresses after were cute but didn’t fit. And definitely weren't winner's circle material. Fully clothed again, I opened the door to find him distracted with some random tag.

“Hey, do you mind putting these back for me?”

“Sure, what’s wrong with them?”

“Well, these two just didn’t fit well and this one was just ugly on.”

He left to put the dresses back and I returned to the other contestants. I tried on some of the more casual outfits and was having better luck with those. A little high-waisted pants moment with a flowy button-down, a very Harry Styles-esque look. Jeans with a cropped tank and an oversized cardigan, all the fall essentials.

Then a plaid slitted skirt and a tucked in ribbed sweater. Just when I had slipped the sweater off, just in the cropped tank, there was a knock at the door. I opened to find Aus who didn't even take a second look at my outfit of just a tiny top and a pleated skirt. Maybe I wasn't winning this one after all.

“I found this dress, I thought you might like it?” He then lifted the same houndstooth dress from before.

I rolled my eyes, “Can you be serious for two seconds?”

“What? You don’t like it?” His voice was sincere, almost sad that I thought it was ugly.

“No Austin,” I laughed, “That’s why I asked you to put it back.”

“No, you didn’t?” He asked, now I wasn’t sure if he was joking.

“Yes, I did Aus, I tried it on already, I said it was ugly. Remember?”

“Els, the ugly one was the purple one, remember?” Nothing I picked out today was purple.

He eyed the dress, his expression looked like it was trying to piece together a puzzle.

“Oh- yeah duh.” He paused, “I was just trying to mess with you.”

I watched him carefully, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was lying. There was no trace of humor on his sullen face. Dark bags hanging under each foggy eye.

He sounded so adamant. Why would he be lying?

He must still be hungover or, tired? He’s a man after all, they don’t pay attention to details about dresses. At least no man I’d ever dated.

He left again and I went to one of the dresses I was excited about.

A black criss-cross halter top dress, it was snug around my top half and tight at my waist, then flowed out from there landing mid-thigh. The halter part crossed my chest and tied in the back. An empty triangle-shaped cut sat below my bust, revealing just the under of my breasts.

This was perfect. I was sure to get my answer from his reaction to this.

I opened the door and found him mindlessly scrolling through his phone. I held my boobs in my crossed arm since the straps weren’t tied yet. I could’ve definitely tied them myself, but I wanted him to do it.

“You think you could help me tie this?”

He snapped up, his blue eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out. He blinked and brought them back to regular size. They might have gone back to normal, but they were still on me, drawing down my body, lingering at my full chest. Under-boob on full display.

“Oh um- uh- yeah sure. Of course.” He got up and I turned around to face the mirror- to see how the dress looked but mostly to watch him.

Ever so delicately slipping his fingers under each strap wrapping them around my throat.

It was only then that I realized I was so focused on getting his reaction but didn’t think about how I would react.

Watching him wrap something around my neck…

Brought back that same tingly, heavy feeling in my stomach. This time trickling down a bit further.

I caught his eyes glancing down and at the mirror. He tugged the straps tighter and watched my chest intently. Then the straps loosened again, causing my boobs to bounce a bit.

Was that on purpose?

He finally adjusted them and tied them neatly into a bow.

Clearing his throat and swiftly brushing a stray blonde hair hanging across his forehead.

“How do you feel about it?” He asked.

I swiveled side to side to see the angles, taking the opportunity to move back closer to him ever so slightly. His woodsy cologne engulfed me.

“What do you think about it?”

“Oh- well, uh, I don’t think my opinion matters.”

“Sure it does Aust.” I gazed innocently over my shoulder up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He just looked down at me, no words.

“What’s wrong, you don’t like it?” I pouted.

“No- No, I think it looks nice.”

His gaze not leaving my lips. The fumbling words contrasted with his expression. He looked almost, starved?

Looking back at the mirror analyzing the outfit, I smoothed out the soft material. I then reached behind and gently brought his hands to my ribcage. I felt him tense behind me.

Placing my hands on his, I guided his large, veiny hands down my ribs and landing at my waist.

“You think it is too tight here?” For some reason, my heart was racing. Thumping hard against my ribcage. I prayed he couldn’t feel it.

“I think um, I think it’s pretty tight already.”

Pretty and tight.

I wanted him to say those in a different context.

‘I wanted’?

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” And let go of his hands.

They slowly snaked round my midsection, his thumbs curving up my back a moment before pulling them back.

His touch felt like fire. I wanted him to touch me like that with nothing between us. The buzzing feeling lowered even further pooling warmth between my thighs.

‘I wanted’

Fuck, do I?

I brushed some wavey locks behind my shoulder, baring it. His finger surprised me when it slowly dragging up my shoulder. Electricity followed his touch.

One finger from each hand slipped under the straps around my throat. He slid each strap-covered finger round the curve of my neck, tracing front to back. He dipped his head down into the curve of my shoulder. His breath on my bare skin sent chills crawling up my spine, leaving icicles hanging off each vertebrae.

“I think this part is really nice.” His tone casual, but his touch was anything but.

Fuck

Had he caught on to my game or was he playing right into it?

I couldn’t decide which would be better.

Shivers rolled across my shoulders and down my arms. I closed my eyes at his touch, getting so lost in it that I stumbled back into him.

The subtle bulge poking at my lower back told me everything I needed to know.

I got my answer, but had I won?

Next Chapter: Hot or Cold?*

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colorsunimaginable · 1 year

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the spare // chapter forty-five // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 3.8k warnings for this chapter: smut, p in v, anal teasing

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Forty-Five:

When I wake in the morning, my body feels stiff. I shift, my brain slowly reconnecting as if it were fucking dial-up internet. There’s an arm around me, a body pressed up against my back – a living, breathing warmth trapped underneath the duvet.

I open my eyes, taking in the bedside table. The Return of the King is split open page side own. The sun coming through the window above it glints the gold embossing of the letters. When I spy a glass of water, my mouth suddenly feels like a desert.

I try pushing myself up onto my elbow, my arm reaching for the glass, but Thomus’ grip around my middle tightens. He pulls me back, grumbling something about “just a little bit longer”.

“I’m thirsty,” I justify, loosening his hold by pulling on his wrist. He lets me go, sighing heavily and rolling away.

When I’ve downed nearly half the glass, he takes it from me to finish it off. I don’t bother to wait for him to finish, and duck back under the duvet, settling on my back. He sets the empty glass down on the other bedside table while I stretch, arms above my head, toes pointed. Thomus saddles up right next to me again, arm stretched across my stomach, hand drifting down my hip. His head is right next to mine, too, just over my shoulder. I can’t even turn my head without shoving my nose into his eye.

I keep my eyes on the ceiling, thinking about last night. I’d been so exhausted, but I hadn’t wanted to sleep. After he’d looked at me like that, I didn’t want it to end. I’d shoved my insecurities aside and let my monkey brain take over. I had wanted him to fuck me one more time, and after sucking his dick, he’d been ready to. I didn’t even have to beg. After fucking for the third time last night, we’d both barely made it under the covers before passing out.

I think I feel a little bit better after some sleep. I still feel on edge, nervous, waiting for the inevitable, but not on the verge of crying anymore.

His hand is travelling back and forth from my hip to where my breast has pooled down my side. For as big as my boobs are, I’m practically flat-chested when I lie down. Occasionally his thumb brushes my nipple as he caresses my side. My hands curl around his arm. After a few moments I find the courage to speak. I want answers more than I am afraid.

“So, what was that last night?” I ask, my voice soft.

He takes a deep breath. “What do you mean?” His voice sounds dry from disuse, sleepy, hot as fuck.

“The, um, all the sex.”

“Well, I had to give you what you wanted, didn’t I?” he says, his tone accusatory and annoyed.

“What I wanted?”

Thomus sighs heavily, and pushes away from me, turning onto his back. He throws his arm over his eyes. I turn towards him, duvet pulled up to my chin and held firmly in place by my hands.

“Goldman, I suppose is one thing, with him being American and all,” he fumes. “But frankly I’m appalled you let Lestrange touch you.”

At first I don’t know what to say. I feel guilty, but I know that I shouldn’t.

“I didn’t choose to be in that situation,” I calmly point out. Rodolphus had been thrilling initially, but everything he said didn’t fall on deaf ears. “Honestly, I’m glad you intervened when you did.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. He removes his arm from his eyes and rubs his hands down his face. “Right.”

“No, I mean it,” I press. “He hit me and – “ under the duvet, my fingers drift along the scars on my forearm “– said he wanted to give me scars, too.” I’m staring at his shoulder, recalling what else Rodolphus had said. It makes my breath come faster and my chest tighten. When I look up at Thomus, he’s looking right back at me. “Are you really going to put me in a dog house?”

His eyebrows come together as he frowns. “No,” he murmurs after a moment.

I close my eyes and sigh with relief, turning my face down to press my face against his shoulder. I can say a lot about Thomus, but he’s never hit me. And yes, I know the bar is on the fucking floor.

Thomus shifts onto his side, facing me. His fingers tip my chin up and his lips meet mine. His kiss feels familiar now, comforting. I pull away before I get too swept up in it and turn onto my back again. He follows, moving closer until he can press his cheek on the front of my shoulder. His hand drifts over my hip again.

I remain still, knowing my next line of questioning could turn into another argument. One that could ruin this.

“So, what’s the reason this time?” I ask, my voice wavering.

“Hm?” he hums, his palm caressing my tummy below my belly button.

“Must’ve been a hell of a lust potion if you fucked me three times yesterday and you’re still –“ I stop when his head pops up, his expression angry, but then I continue before he can. “I just want to know what’s changed.”

“It’s what you wanted,” he bites out. “You just wanted to get fucked so badly, didn’t you?” His hand comes up to press against my throat. His face is a mere breath away from mine. “If anyone’s going to fuck you, it’s going to be me, do you understand?”

Everything he said while fucking me against the wall comes rushing back to me. “But that doesn’t make sense –“

“None of this makes sense, Melisa,” Thomus seethes. “All I know is that the very thought of you with another man makes me want to –“

“Okay okay,” I breathe, my hands coming up to caress his face. “I’m sorry.”

The anger leaves his face, replaced by confusion. “For what?”

My thumb rubs circles over his cheeks, swiping under his eyes. He’s so handsome. “For making you jealous,” I whisper. “I wasn’t trying to, but that’s what happened.”

The hand on my throat, while never really tight, loosens. His eyebrows have come together, his eyes never leaving my face. “What were you trying to do?”

My breaths turn shallower, my heart beating wildly under his hand. I press my lips together and shake my head.

I’d been trying to forget him and all the pain he’s made me feel. It’s barely been two fucking weeks since we fucked for the first time. So much has happened. Too much has happened.

Fuck, George is still in the attic.

Sure, I could tell him how I feel, but what good is it going to do? He’s just going to use it against me. Just because he’s jealous doesn’t mean he’ll reciprocate. He feels possessive because I’m just an object to him. There’s no way he’ll… feel anything. I shouldn’t even be feeling what I do. It shouldn’t hurt so much.

Eyes closed, he turns his head to place kisses on my palm, lingering, languid kisses.

“I just want to know what’s changed,” I whisper again. “For… this to happen.”

His eyes flutter open, his lips still pressed into my palm. For a moment his gaze isn’t focused and I can’t read his expression.

“Nothing’s changed,” he murmurs against my skin.

Disappointment sits heavy in my chest. He removes my hands from his face, lying back down next to me. His lips meet mine and he kisses me until I’m breathless.

“Enough talk,” he says, his voice gruff. Then he kisses me again. “I wanna fuck you again before I have to go.”

My hands find their way into his hair and his hand travels to my legs. He pushes roughly at one, forcing my thighs apart. His hand immediately cups me, fingers pressing in, circling, teasing me. His fingers slip between my quickly dampening lips, toying with my entrance before finding my clit.

I release a high-pitched sigh, my hips rolling. My lips part from his and I shove my face into his neck, licking and lapping at him. My other hand travels down his body to find him already semi-hard. I grip him tightly and start gliding over his smooth, hot skin. It doesn’t take long for his full size to greet me, a drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip.

He slips two fingers inside and I moan, biting into his neck. He groans, his fingers working expertly over my g-spot, thumb pressing in on my throbbing clit. My hips start to rock and while I can still think clearly, I bite him again and pump my hand. His hips jolt, his cock twitching. His fingers slip ever deeper into my dripping pussy.

His head falls forward and he kisses up my collar to my neck. I turn my face up to give him access. He wastes no time finding a spot he wants to sink his teeth into. High up on my neck, right below my jaw. He sucks and licks at the spot until it’s sensitive. I whimper as his hand gets more aggressive. My feet plant on the bed to lift my hips, returning each thrust of his fingers. His mouth finds another suction point, barely parting from the other spot, and does the same thing.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I gasp. My whole body is wonderfully tense, desperate for the moment he’ll drive me over the edge. His hips are pumping into the tight grip I have on his cock. My fingers twist in his soft beautiful hair.

The third spot he bites into is right over my pulse. My orgasm breaks right then, back arching, head thrown back against the pillows. My body freezes, awash in the waves of pleasure, before I melt.

I loosen the unintentional death grip I have on his cock and he releases my neck. Instantly I can feel how sore it already is, given how hard he bit me. He pulls back, a smug smile curling his pink lips.

“I think you enjoyed that,” Thomus murmurs. I’m panting, brainless, and all I can do is nod. He slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth, making me watch as he thoroughly cleans off my cum. His eyes travel down the rest of my body and he hums, “Turn over.”

I untangle myself from him and roll onto my stomach. He’s gotten up onto his knees and he straddles my thighs. I feel his cock heavy on my ass as his hands explore my backside. They knead and prod, caressing the curves and width. When he grips my cheeks and pulls them apart, I shove my hips up.

“Fuck,” I hear him gasp. His fingers circle the entrance to my pussy, dipping inside to wet them. With this angle, just the two fingers are a tight fit.

I let out a gasp when I feel one of his wet fingers circle my asshole.

“Have you ever done anything here?” he inquires. “Would you want to?”

“Um,” I hesitate. The only time I’d ever experimented with that hole I’d consequently had the least sexy experience of my life. “I like it teased, but that’s about it.”

“Ah,” he hums again, not displeased thankfully. “I can work with that.” He continues massaging my ass for a few moments before sliding off my thighs. “On your knees.”

I push my ass up, getting my knees under me. He quickly slides behind me, legs over mine. I wait with baited breath, elbows bent beneath me, cheek pressed into the mattress. With a hand on my hip, he guides his tip to my entrance and pushes in. One slow thrust and he’s seated fully, bottoming out. I let out a tortured noise from deep in my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans. I circle my hips, begging for movement. It feels like the position against the wall, but deeper, far deeper.

Hands gripping my fleshy hips, he starts to pull out and thrust back in. Each stroke turns my brain into utter mush. No coherent thoughts. Only the need for his cock to keep doing what it’s doing to me.

I push back into him with every thrust, the force of our skin hitting sending waves across my back. If I wasn’t so far removed I’d feel self-conscious about it. I hear the sloppy wet noises my pussy is making and I forget all about it.

Eventually he gets the idea to just stay still, letting me rock back against him. Impaling myself with his cock over and over again. Balancing on one hand, I shove my other down between my legs, bending around the curve of my hanging body. I shift my hips to get my fingers on my clit, but he slips out. He pushes in again and my back arches down, and I can’t reach anymore.

Frustration burns in ears and I shove myself back onto my hands, pushing myself back against him with more force.

“Fuck me, Thomus,” I plead. The desperation makes me sound demanding, so I add, “Please.”

“Just what I was fucking waiting to hear,” he growls and starts fucking me again.

He thrusting harder than before, maybe a little faster, and it’s so good I forget about my frustrations. My body is tense like I’m on the brink of another orgasm, but this feels so different, so fucking good.

His thrusts become erratic and he groans, suddenly stilling. My pussy feels fuller than it did before and when he pulls out, all of our cum erupts down my thighs. His hands are on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I peak over my shoulder to see him staring at it.

When he releases me, he chuckles. “I’ve sure made a mess of you, haven’t I?”

I straighten my body out, feeling utterly exhausted. He collapses next to me, just as out of breath as I am. I saddle up closer, and he immediately raises his arm to drape it around my shoulders as I rest my head on his chest.

After a moment, he reaches down and squeezes an ass cheek again. “I’m definitely going to miss that,” he says. His hand glides up my back, fingers drifting through my hair.

“Well, I’ll be here when you get back tonight,” I murmur.

He sighs heavily. “I’m going to be gone longer than that I’m afraid.”

“Oh,” I say, trying not to sound disappointed. I put my arm around his waist, curling myself closer. “Can I ask where?”

He pauses, considering. “I suppose I can tell you. Em, Draco and I have to go to Italy.”

“Oh, that’s a lot farther than you usually go, right?”

“Yes, Nott convinced the Dark Lord to give me a break from hunting Weasley. There hasn’t been a sighting in a couple weeks.” He laughs once, humorless. “Rabastan tried convincing me that he’s dead.”

At the mention of George, I try to remain calm. Deep breaths. Pretend nothings amiss. Keep asking questions.

“Do you think he is?” I ask hesitantly.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he sighs. “I think it’ll be good to get out of the country and focus on something other than tracking.”

“How did you get to be such a good tracker? Is it hard?”

“For some.” His fingers start tracing patterns onto my back. “It’s about finding and understanding the clues that people leave. Knowing how to follow from one clue to the next.”

“Is that why you like mystery novels?”

Thomus chuckles. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“Is it like being an investigator for the Daily Prophet?”

“It’s a similar skillset, yes,” he answers. “It’s another reason why I’m going. They’ve just installed a new Prime Minister and the Dark Lord wants me to oversee a content transition of La Penna Di Venezia, the main Italian paper.”

“Hm,” I murmur. My hand comes up from his waist, fingers toying with his chest hair. “Need a photographer?”

I don’t know what made me offer, but it’s worth a shot.

“Do you speak Italian?” he asks after a moment.

I sigh heavily. “The only language class I took for high school and college was American Sign Language. So, no.” He laughs again and I huff, “Do you?”

“Devo paragonarti a un giorno d'estate?” he murmurs and I absolutely melt hearing his deep voice in my ear. “Tu sei più bella e più temperata. Finché gli uomini possono respirare, o gli occhi possono vedere, così a lungo vive questo, e questo dà vita a te.” He pauses. “Other than those few lines, I only know it conversationally.”

I snort. “Well, if it sounds like that I’m sure you’ll do just fine. What did you say?”

He doesn’t answer and I push myself up onto my elbow to look at him. He’s smirking.

“I think I’ll keep that to myself.”

Not really thinking about it, my lip juts out in a pout. “Oh, come on.”

His eyes have dropped to my mouth. “Not a chance.” He leans forward and kisses me, tongue sweeping through my mouth and tracing my lips. All too soon, he parts, sighing. “Come on, we have to go.”

I sit up. “We? You’re letting me go with you?”

He’s sat up, too, legs over the edge of the bed. He looks back at me sheepishly. “Not quite. I’m taking you to the Manor.”

I blink. “Wait, so how long will you be gone?”

“Two, probably three weeks,” he replies. “I know you have that cat, but I figured you didn’t want to be alone for all that time.”

“Um, yeah,” I say slowly, my brain whirring. I start moving towards the other side of the bed, closer to the bathroom. “I need to shower.”

Before I shed the duvet from myself, I turn back to him to see he’s stood up, naked, rummaging through his wardrobe. Fuck, fuck, fuck… he’s like a god.

“Wait, did you leaving have something to do with the sex magic you were trying to do last night?”

He bonks his head on the hanger rod inside the wardrobe as he spins to face me. “What?” he asks, rubbing the new sore spot. “Sex magic?”

A blush blooms across my face. “Yeah, last night. When – when you were rubbing our… stuff, and saying whatever it was. I couldn’t really hear you.”

Confusion on his face quickly shifts to realization, and I see red creep up his neck. “No, it wasn’t sex magic,” he snaps.

“Then what was it?”

Thomus sighs heavily, waving his hand vaguely towards the bathroom. “Oh, go on then, off with your shower.”

With his back turned once again, I dash into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

~*~

After my shower, he brought me a trunk. It’s black with silver embellishments. A silver snake is etched on top and initials that I assume are his, T.M., are bolded on the side.

I ponder the stack of vinyl leaning against the wall. The trunk might just be wide enough to fit the record player.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Thomus says to me from the bathroom. He’s standing in front of the mirror, running a damp comb through his hair. “There’s no electricity at the Manor.”

I sigh. “Good God… No wonder the Malfoy’s breed Death Eaters. Y’all aren’t living in the 21st Century.”

With nothing left to pack, I close the trunk, enjoying the feel of clicking the clocks into place.

My gaze flashes to the bedside table, remembering something in the drawers. I go and pull out the hook shaped rock he’d found for me. It feels like it’s been ages since the time we spent in the creek.

“Ready?” Thomus asks.

I quickly turn, shoving the rock into my pocket. “Yup.”

“The elves will get your trunk after we leave,” he says, turning to go down stairs. I follow him to the living room.

As Thomus preps the fireplace for the Floor, I glance towards the utility room where I’d left a note for Caelan and George, explaining where I was going and for how long. I’d also told them about Kyle Goldman, asking that they’d let him know, too. I’d explained I’d probably have similar, if not more, freedoms there than I do here. So with any luck, I’ll still be able to be contacted.

Thomus brings my attention back to him by grabbing my arm, saying the location, and pulling us through the mantle. The green flames flash at my vision and we come to a stop in the familiar Manor entrance hall.

Narcissa’s waiting for us. She smiles at me and brings my hands into hers. “Melisa, dear, it’s going to be lovely to have you staying with us.” She looks to Thomus, who’s still standing near the fireplace. “Draco’s at the gate waiting for you, Thomus. Please take care of yourself, and keep an eye on Draco.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, giving her a small smile.

When he doesn’t move, Narcissa picks up on something I hadn’t, her eyes jumping between the two of us. She drops my hands and starts backing away.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back,” she says, disappearing behind a corner.

The moment she’s gone, Thomus steps forward, slipping an arm around my waist. He pulls me close, dipping his chin to place a kiss to my crown. He smells good, which is strange after all the sex we had. He smells like his usual cedar and pine, but a undertone of… musk? Whatever it is, it reminds me of said sex, what he smelled like panting above me.

I can’t remember the last time I had a hug, so I slip my arms around his waist. His hands cradle my face, tilting it upward so he can place his lips on mine.

The kiss makes me fucking sad. Ugh. I hate goodbyes.

“Oh, um, here,” I say, pulling back from his kiss to dig into my pocket. I grab his hand and put the rock into his palm. “I don’t know if it’s any luck, but it’s cool, so that’s something.”

Realizing what it is, he starts shaking his head. “No, it’s yours, I –“

“I know,” I shrug awkwardly, not meeting his eyes. “All the more reason to bring it back. You can use it as a paper weight or something.”

My hands hold onto his closed fist, feeling reluctant to let go.

“Thank you,” he says. I still don’t want to look at him. It’s just going to make me cry. He leans forward, placing anther kiss on my temple. I let go of his hand and step back.

He turns and I watch him walk away.

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Hi! Can you do “There has to be SOMETHING that can make you smile!” With lee Ryoma and Ler Kaede? :D

Oo, a rarepair! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

“Jokes?” “Heard them all.”

“Dog videos?”

“Cute but not that funny.”

“Oh come on!” Kaede huffed as she sat back in her chair, a pout starting to form. “There has to be SOMETHING that makes you smile!”

Ryoma hummed in thought, his expression it’s usual stoic one. “Sorry, Kaede. I guess there isn’t.” He suddenly grew somber. The unspoken ‘Not anymore’ sat between them.

Kaede felt her heart hurt for him. He never got into detail, but it was moments like this that reminded her of how much heartache he carried.

It hurt.

But it also made her more determined to cheer him up.

“Is there really nothing that makes you smile?” Kaede sat back up, studying him. Jokes didn’t work, and all the videos she showed him did absolutely nothing. Heck, even her playing didn’t help- the songs only made him sleepy. “Nothing that tickles your funny bone?

“...Nope.” Did he hesitate? Kaede continued to stare. Ryoma looked back at her. “...what?”

“Why’d you hesitate?”

“I didn’t?”

“You did after I said ‘tickles your funny bone.’”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Are you ticklish?”

He hesitated again, and she grinned. Bingo.

“Kaede…” He eyed her smile warily, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t like that look your wearing. Whatever you got planned, I suggest you reconsider it.”

“No plans, no tricks.” She held up her hands. “I won’t just start tickling you, I promise. I would only do it if you wanted me to.” With that, she went back to her notes, humming out the song she’d been working on.

Ryoma watched her. He watched her some more.

Finally, he sighed and turned, holding up his arm. “One minute.”

Kaede blinked. “What?”

“One minute. That’s what you get.”

The musician began to smile. “Really? Oh okay! Um- where do I…” She scooted closer, considering the best approach. “You don’t mind? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Time’s ticking. Get going.”

“Right!” Kaede experimentally reached out and poked his side. He didn’t so much as flinch. She tapped along his ribs; yet the reaction stayed the same. “You’re not that ticklish, are you?”

“I’m ticklish in one spot.” He told her.

“One spot, eh?” She tried his armpits, stomach, hips. With his permission, she gave his neck a gentle stroke. Nothing! Feeling defeated, she sat back and studied him again. “Where would you be…” Her eyes locked on his hand, balled up as he raised his arm.

Deceptive little-

“Found it!” She cheered, gently taking his hand and wiggling her fingers into the palm. Almost immediately Ryoma jerked with a laugh, squirming in his chair as her fingers danced along his skin. “Ohohohkay, ohoohohokay, you found it! Time's up!”

Kaede pulled back, satisfaction oozing out of her. “Hehe, I knew I could find it! Hey, Ryoma?” She nodded to his face. “You have a nice smile.”

The shorter man’s eyes widened as she turned back to her music, raising a hand to his face.

A nice smile, huh?

He should probably smile more often.

#sentence starters #danganronpa #v3 #kaede akamatsu #ryoma hoshi #tickle #tickle dabble #backlist sentence starters #fluff

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease?

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up.

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?”

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled.

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! can’t wait to host more :) enjoy! x

kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen.

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?”

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for.

“not right now,” he replies shortly.

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist.

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.”

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you.

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap.

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection.

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly.

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you.

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up.

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek.

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent.

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand.

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you.

“oh, hey.”

“are you ready to go?”

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates.

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder.

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!”

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder.

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again.

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever.

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.”

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers.

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.”

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours.

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow.

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose.

“okay, let’s go.”

he holds your hand the whole way there.

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice.

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you.

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word.

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street.

“y/n? please, wait!”

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him.

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.”

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours.

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest.

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.”

nishinoya

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates.

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst.

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it.

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.”

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face.

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes.

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness.

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy.

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed.

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.”

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?”

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together.

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him.

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions.

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful.

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking.

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours.

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?”

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework. also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly.

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck.

“thank you. love you so much.”

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball.

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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Baby Talk - Part II

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)

You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.

Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.

Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.

Up and down and up and down.

But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.

It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.

So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.

It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.

Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.

Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.

You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.

Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?

Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...

But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?

FLASH.

BANG.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.

Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.

“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.

“I-I I’m sc-”

FLASH.

BANG.

You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.

‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.

Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.

Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.

Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.

Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.

The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.

Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.

“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.

“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.

Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.

“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.

“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.

“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.

“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.

“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.

“Okay, yeah!”

Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.

“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.

“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.

The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.

Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.

You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.

What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.

Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.

Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.

Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.

The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...

“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.

“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.

“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.

“Books,” both of them said quickly.

The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.

“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.

Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said.

The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.

You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.

“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.

Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.

“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.

“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.

They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.

God, they had messed this whole day up.

“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.

“Not including you,” Jimin explained.

“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.

“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.

“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.

“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.

“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.

“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.

“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.

“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.

“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.

“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.

You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.

However, you needed to get that under control.

This wasn’t your baby.

And that’s just how it was going to be.

Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.

“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.

Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.

Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.

Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.

You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.

Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.

It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.

Jimin was stunned.

You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.

Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.

“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.

“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.

“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.

“I did, yeah,” you answered.

“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.

Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.

Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.

You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...

Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.

The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.

“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.

“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.

Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.

“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.

“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.

“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.

“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.

“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.

Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.

Then, they held up their wrists.

A sun and a star.

You looked and saw it was all a matching set.

“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”

“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.

“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.

“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.

“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.

A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.

“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.

“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.

“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.

Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.

“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.

“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.

“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.

“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.

“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

—

The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.

It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.

Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.

“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.

“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.

“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.

“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.

Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.

You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.

You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.

He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.

But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.

Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.

Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.

Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.

The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”

Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.

“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.

But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.

Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.

You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...

You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...

You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.

The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.

You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.

Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.

You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.

“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.

“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.

“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.

Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.

“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.

“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”

“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.

“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.

“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.

“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.

Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.

And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.

They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.

With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.

“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.

“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.

“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.

“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.

“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.

Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.

Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.

The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.

“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.

“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.

“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.

“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.

“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.

Even though the words felt hollow in the air.

“I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...

Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.

It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.

The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.

“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.

Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”

You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.

Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Soon, you were all at the clinic.

Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.

The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.

Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.

“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.

“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.

“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.

“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.

“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.

Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.

When no one had any, she proceeded.

“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.

You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.

Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.

“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.

“What?” Jimin said.

“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”

Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.

You were stunned.

Twins?

The first try?

Wow, you really did win the lottery.

“Oh my God,” Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.

“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.

“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.

“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.

You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.

“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”

You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.

Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.

“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.

You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.

“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.

“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.

You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.

Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.

But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...

You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.

Eventually, you were all set.

Except for the zipper on the back.

You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.

“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”

Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.

But the damage had been done.

Both men walked in your room.

Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.

You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.

“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.

“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.

“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.

“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.

Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.

Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...

Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.

“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.

Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.

“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.

“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.

“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.

“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.

“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.

“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.

“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

—

The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.

There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.

It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.

“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.

“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.

Namjoon noticed it first.

The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

This would need to be discussed...

Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.

When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.

“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.

“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.

“Like what?!” Jimin argued.

“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.

“What?” Jungkook coughed.

“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.

“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook broke first.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.

“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.

“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.

“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.

“I’m not!”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.

“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.

“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.

“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.

The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.

While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.

And Jungkook adored it.

He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.

But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.

Jimin nodded his head.

“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.

Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”

“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”

Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.

“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.

“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.

“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.

“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.

“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.

“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.

“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.

“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.

“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”

Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.

“What?”

“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.

“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.

“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.

“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah.”

The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.

“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.

“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.

“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.

“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.

“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.

“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.

“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.

“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.

“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.

“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.

“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.

“I-I want-”

“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.

“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.

“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.

“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.

“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.

Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.

You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.

He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...

“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.

You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.

“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.

“You want some water?” Jimin asked.

“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.

“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.

“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.

“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.

“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.

“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.

“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.

“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.

“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.

“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”

“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.

“Y/N-”

“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.

You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.

“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.

“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.

“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.

“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.

You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.

Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.

“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.

“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.

“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.

Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.

“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.

“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.

“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.

“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.

“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.

“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.

“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.

“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.

“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.

“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.

“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.

“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.

“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.

“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.

“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.

“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do...”

You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.

Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.

Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.

“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.

You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-

No!

No no no no no!

Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.

How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...

But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...

You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...

Hot breaths touching your ears...

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thewangshuinn · 2 years

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Hi, so are your requests open right now? If yes, can I request Aether x fem s/o fluff? It doesn't have to be female, the s/o can also be gn. Also, can the s/o be Klee's older sister who is taking Klee on a vacation at the Wangshu Inn and they encounter Aether and Paimon. Klee then sees the blushing faces of s/o and Aether becomes their personal wingman and asks Aether "Will you date my big sister?" and the s/o and Aether just becomes a blushing mess.

Sparks

A/N: Hello anon! Thank you for one of the best kinds of prompts ever for me right now I’m so bad at thinking up plots you have given me life! I only write for gn!reader so you can imagine whatever you’d like in the story. I hope this does your idea justice.

Pairing: Aether x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of cliff diving???????

“Klee, no!” You laugh, chasing your little sister down the path. She was racing ahead, trying to get a view of the Inn. “It’s dangerous! We’re still super far from everywhere!”

Quite honestly, you were half sure that you’d gotten lost.

“Relax, (Y/N)! I’ve been here before! I know where we’re going!”

“Really? And how long ago was that?” You knew full well that Klee had no memories of such a place, if she had.

“Um…” She stopped, thinking. “Uh… I don’t remember. But I still know!”

“Which way are we going then?”

“Uh… this way! On the path!” She pointed to the path, which had a fork in it right there.

“Which path?”

“This one!” Sure enough, lights seemed to shine farther ahead. Night was approaching soon, and you’d feel a lot better if you and your sister were safely at the Inn beforehand. This was your best bet.

“Alright, lead the way.” You had been defeated. “But don’t run! What if we run out of water? We don’t have time to-”

Klee was already racing ahead, and you sighed and followed.

Aether sat at a table at the Wangshu Inn, watching Paimon inhale the entire menu and feeling his mora disappear with each bite.

“It’s getting late.” He started. They had come for lunch, but it had been quite some time since. He’d intended to stay the night and make his way to Liyue Harbor later the next day, but now he wasn’t so sure they’d be able to leave at all.

“Aether, you should really try this Jueyun Chili Chicken! It’s so good!”

“...Paimon, you’ve said that at least five times already.” He was tired. He was very tired. “We’re not ordering more, are we?”

“Uh-uh. Paimon’s getting really tired. Can we stay the night?”

He sighed, giving her a small smile. “Sure.”

You ended up at the Wangshu Inn moments after sunset, carrying Klee. She’d gotten tired of running about halfway through, and her legs felt like jelly. She was also getting sleepy. Was it later than normal?

She looked around, disappointed that nothing seemed familiar. “(Y/N)? We’re here, right?”

You nodded at her. “This is it.”

Klee heard the weariness in your voice, and she cuddled close to you. You held her hand as you walked.

And then you bumped into someone very pretty, on their way out.

And they caught you.

Aether’s first thought was to check if you were alright, but his second was to figure out how to make excuses to stay here as long as you were staying so he could get to know you.

“I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?”

He helped you to your feet, and Klee watched him. You were all smiles and reassurances, but Klee wasn’t. She was very, very excited. “Aether? Are you going on vacation too?”

“You know him?”

“He’s the Honorary Knight!”

He nodded modestly, and watched your face change in recognition. “Thank you so much! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” He tried to ignore the way his heart stuttered at your smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N), Klee’s older sibling.”

“Oh! She talks a lot about you.”

“Only good things, I hope!” You giggle, and he nods.

“You’re here for vacation, right? How long are you staying?” He could feel Paimon’s eyes on him.

Klee brightened. “Yeah! (Y/N) and I are staying for a whole week! We’re gonna do all the cool Liyue things!”

“I wanted to come during the Moonchase festival, but everything kind of got in the way.” You explained. “This was the earliest we could’ve come.”

“Oh. That makes sense. The Lantern Rite is only a month or two away, though!”

“Oh…” Clearly, you hadn’t known about it. “Maybe next year, then!”

“Maybe.” An idea came to him, one that he knew Paimon would have mixed feelings about. “Paimon and I come here a lot. We’re constantly going between Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma. Maybe we can show you around, if you want!”

You didn’t get a chance to respond over Klee’s cheers, and so settled for a nod.

“Do you want to meet for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Oh, can we, (Y/N)?” Klee asked, hugging you.

You laughed. “Sure. We’d love to.”

“What was that about, mister?” Paimon asked once they got to their room.

“What was what?”

“That deal!” That, and Paimon had seen the way Aether looked at you. She could not wait to absolutely destroy him over it. She’d been oddly silent the entire conversation, watching him flounder. “And you were blushing. Paimon saw you blush.”

“I wasn’t blushing!”

“Yes you were.”

“No I wasn’t! And I just wanted to be helpful! Klee is a friend of mine!”

“Suuuuuree. Paimon knows it’s more than that.” But she dropped the subject. It was getting late, and she curled up under one of the blankets as Aether went to the window. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could’ve sworn the tips of his ears were pink.

The next week went astoundingly well. Every morning, you and Klee would meet with Aether and Paimon for breakfast, and then they’d take you out on some activity. You seemed to crave Aether’s presence, which scared you. The two of you grew closer each day, and that seemed to give you butterflies even more than the prospect of taking Klee to go cliff diving. You did not take her cliff diving, by the way.

The last day had arrived, and it was time for goodbyes. Klee seemed to be whispering something to Paimon, which you knew better than to trust.

Still, you stood with Aether awkwardly. You weren’t sure if you were to give him a hug or something, and you felt heat rising in your face as you tried and failed to think of anything to say that would sound too wrong or too right.

Klee exchanged a glance with Paimon. They really had gone downhill. She looked up at you with a face that she thought said “if you don’t do it, I will” but really looked like she was waiting for you.

You looked like you wanted to say something, but you weren’t.

So she did.

“Aether? Will you date my sibling?”

Both you and Aether turned to her in shock.

But Aether, who was always thinking something, she was sure, answered her as soon as he could.

“Of- of course! If they’re willing, that is…” his blush deepened, and he was staring at you, not Klee.

It was all you could do to nod shyly, and the relief on his face was enough to propel you into his arms.

You hugged him close, certain nothing bad could come of this.

#interwoven fates #aether genshin impact #paimon genshin impact #klee genshin impact #spark knight klee #aether x reader #wangshu inn #genshin impact

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pixla · 3 years

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Love letter

Tommy Slater x nb!reader

Summary: you find an anonymous love letter and assume it’s from Kurt

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: confession, fluff, kissing, (light) drug use, very undedited (tell me if there’s anymore)

(Btw cindy and Tommy are not and have not dated in this au)

You look down at the cream envelope in your hands. You had found it tucked under your pillow after returning from the mess hall for dinner.

You smile giddily to yourself, tearing open the seal of the envelope carefully. Your mind flutters with the image of a familiar face as you read the words that were written about you.

Alice walked over to your bunk leaning over the piece of paper you held on your hands. She scoffed, sitting beside you, causing the bed to creak. “Is that a fucking love letter?! Who the fuck still writes love letters over the age of Twelve?!”

“Hey!” You ellbow her in the side to shut her up. “I actually find it quite sweet.”

“Shut up and read it all ready! I wanna know what this little stalker you have has to say about you.” Alice whined.

You began.

“I don’t really know how to start this letter but I really need to get this off my chest. Y/N, you are so fucking perfect. I remember the first time you introduced yourself to me. I think about the way you looked at me that day. The way your-“

“blah blah blah.” Alice interrupted. “This is surprisingly really fucking boring, just get to the good shit!”

You groaned. “If you feel the same way, you’ll know who this is from.”

“Ooooooo.” Alice whistled. “Wellllll, who do you think it is?!”

You stared at her with a particular look that set off a switch in her brain as it finally clicked. “KURT?! Shit! I mean it makes sense..”

“There’s nobody else it could be, right? I always catch him staring and he’ll take any opportunity to talk to me so I guess it has to be him.” You hypothesise.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it, you gonna try and get in his pants?” Alice half jokes, raising her eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know, I always thought he was kind of a dick but this letter, this letter is different.”

“Welp, whatever you think.” Alice said, shrugging her shoulders, not judging you at all.

—

You awoke to the feeling of someone’s hand on your shoulder, shaking you. You jump slightly only to realise it was Alice, of course it was Alice. “Wake up sleepy head, you’re gonna miss the most important meal of the day!” She said sarcastically.

Pulling your body from the bed, you sat there arching your back, cracking it as you yawned. “Fuck I feel like slept for the entire summer.”

“You practically did, I thought you were dead it was so hard to wake you up.”

You both chuckle as you quickly slip into a pair denim shorts, paring it with the white tank you were already wearing.

“Sooo.” Alice began as you both walked in the direction of the mess haul. “About this ‘Kurt’ guy.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you had completely forgotten about the whole secret admirer situation. “Idk, I guess I’ll just confront him?”

“What no way,” she snickered, “you’ve gotta be subtle. Flirt! Play with your hair like in the movies even!”

Walking into the haul, Arnie immediately walks up to the both of you, swinging his arm around Alice. “Soo, Y/N I’ve heard about this mystery lover boy of yours hmmm..”

You roll your eyes at Alice who’s wearing a guilty grin over the fact that she’s basically already told half of the camp.

“Y’know, I think it might be Gary.” Arnie says with zero sarcasm.

After grabbing breakfast, you follow Alice and Arnie over to a table situated on the right, in the back of the haul where Cindy Berman, Tommy Slater, Joan and Gary sit.

You sit yourself down next to Tommy smiling at him before dropping your food tray on the table next to his. He looks at you, “so um, Y/N, any uh le- I mean-“ He stumbles over his words slightly running his fingers through his hair.

You look over at Alice immediately. “Really, him too?”

She raises her hands. “Uh! No actually!”

You look at Tommy confused, about to question him before Arnie raises his hand in defeat. “No, um that was me actually.” You sigh, somehow not surprised. Everyone laughs including Joan despite her probably being too high to even know what was going on.

—

You sat on the edge of your bed contemplating to yourself. “Okay, fuck it! Tonight I’m gonna make my move on kurt.

“Got fucking finally.” Alice groans, jumping onto her bed, sighing.

“You know tonight at the bonfire, I’m just gonna go over to him and just tell him how I feel!” You say standing up in revelation.

“Well better get yourself all dolled up and pretty for little old kurt, the suns already starting to fall.” Alice smirks.

—

Strutting from your cabin, you feel like a whole new person, confident and ready to finally confront your feelings.

You look around as you near the bonfire, looking for kurt. You spot him in a large group of people, typical for someone as popular as him.

You walk in Kurt’s direction, looking at him as he laughs and jokes with his circle of friends as he takes sips from the coke can he’s holding. “Hey kurt.” He turns to you. “Oh hey Y/N…um what you up to?” He laughs awkwardly. You brush a loose strand of hair from your face. “So I got your letter… I thought what you wrote was super, like super sweet and I think I feel the same way.”

He laughs confused looking back at his friends, signalling to them that he’ll only be a second. “yeah I don’t know about any letter.” Your face drops as he looks at you as though you're insane. “But like if you're looking to y’know I could probably free up my schedule I don’t know, um maybe tomorrow?”

Your face drops. “Yeah…nevermind...” You U turn in the opposite direction as Kurt shrugs your strange behaviour off, redirecting his attention back to his friends.

You walk back to Alice and your group of friends with fear shining bright in your eyes. You grap Alice’s shoulder pulling her out of her conversation with Arnie and Joan.

“Yo what’s wrong?!” She questions as you pull her away. “Wrong. Fucking. Guy.”

“Wait so it’s not Kurt? Then who the fuck is it?” She asks just as confused as you.

You ponder for a second and then it hits you. Tommy. Fucking. Slater. “Where’s Tommy?” You ask Alice hastily, grabbing her shoulder again.

“Um I don’t know, he said he was going to the outhouse, why do you need to know anyways?!” Alice stood there stunned as you ran off before you answer any of her questions.

How could you possibly be so stupid. It was always him. It was so obvious. Out of anyone it was always him who would come to your aid, to help you when you got stuck with cleaning the mess haul or outhouse. Or when you seemed down, he would always be the first after Alice to ask what was wrong.

Running as fast as you could, you prayed that he’d forgive you. Your mind was occupied when you failed to notice a pothole that hooked your foot causing you to tumble to the ground. “Fuck!” You look down at your now muddied hands.

“Hey are you okay?” You look up.

“Tommy?”

He smiles, holding a hand out to you, helping lift your weight. “I’m so, so sorry Tommy. I should’ve known it was you but I was too stupid to realise.” You begged, praying he wouldn’t hate you.

“Hey, hey don’t say that about yourself. This was all my fault, I shouldn’t of left you that cryptic note like I pussy, I should’ve just told you.” He looked at you. “I hope you can forgive me.”

You reached your hand up, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him in. Breaking the distance, you brought your lips together in a kiss. “I really like you Tommy.” You say softly between kisses. He snakes his arm around you waist pulling you in closer, “you are so perfect.”

#tommy slater x reader #tommy slater #fear street 1666 #fear street 1978 #fear street 1994 #fear street #fear street x reader #simon kalivoda x reader #simon kalivoda

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Hot Chocolate.

Pairing: Chris Evans X F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Summary: Chris Evans has seen this woman a couple of times before. Turns out, she's a good friend of Scott's, and the two brothers are supposed to meet at the park that day.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! A lot happens in this fic and I hope it makes sense... Enjoy!

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Chris paused in his tracks when he saw her. He had seen her around a handful of times. She was standing between two groups of men, scolding both the groups as the men hung their heads low in shame. "Now can we all apologize to each other and play nicely?" she huffed, placing a hand on her hips. "Yes Y/N," they drawled, the groups united and they began playing their game again— dodgeball.

A smile bloomed on Chris' face. She was the mother of the group. Every friend circle had a mother hen, and that was… Y/N, they said? She was the only girl in the group of 7, but just as badass as all the boys. "Chris, Chris!" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see his brother, Scott, running towards him. "Hey man." The two men hugged and Scott glanced around.

His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. "Y/N/N!" At the loud yell, Chris' eyes went wide as Y/N looked over at them, her lips forming a smile so beautiful that Chris was rendered speechless. "Scott!" she exclaimed happily, running towards them. Unfortunately, she happened to trip over a small rock and stumbled forward, landing on her front with an 'oof' and a groan.

Scott simply laughed as Chris ran forward, terrified. He helped her up, offering her his arm. She clutched it when her head started spinning. "Still as clumsy as ever," Chris' brother snorted and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "Still as immature as ever. Be more like your brother, dude, he helps." The tip of Chris' ears turned pink as Scott rolled his eyes.

"Mind introducing me to your friend?" Chris spoke as Y/N dusted the front of her t-shirt. "Right, this is Y/N Y/L/N, a very good friend of mine. Y/N—" She cut him off by waving her arm in dismissal. "Who doesn't know Chris Evans? It's very nice to meet you, sir." Chris grinned at her. "Chris will do just fine, darling." Scott huffed at the nickname.

"That's my best friend, douche."

"And what about it?" Chris countered, turning to Y/N with a worried look when she groaned. "What happened?" he asked. "I skinned my knee and ruined my pants." The three of them turned to look at Y/N's legs; her pants were torn on the left knee and blood was seeping into the pants through the wound. "That's not a skinned knee, that's a whole wound!" Scott yelled.

"Well, now I know why it hurts so much," she laughed in defeat, leaning on Chris. "My house is nearby, why don't we go there? Get you cleaned up," Chris offered. "Boys!" Her group of friends turned to them. "I'm going with Scott!" They shouted their goodbyes to Y/N and hellos to Scott, getting back to their game. "You know the guys, too?" Chris asked his brother.

"Yeah, man, as if I'm going to let her hang out with just any group of men. Let's go to your place, can't wait to see Dodger again," Scott grinned. The three of them left the park, Y/N doing her best not to fully lean against the handsome man who was almost carrying her at this point. She had had a crush on Chris Evans ever since she became friends with Scott; that was almost 10 years ago.

Imagine holding onto a crush for that long.

How did Chris not know her if she was such good friends with Scott? That will forever remain a mystery, he thought.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" Chris asked her to take her mind off the wound that was now starting to throb badly. "Last year PhD student," she answered, hissing. "Nice, nice. Which subject are you getting your PhD in?" he smiled. "Law. I love A Starting Point, I never miss an episode." She looked up at him, giving him a small grin. "That means a lot, thanks."

"If this is your version of flirting, change it. It's very boring."

Scott snickered as Chris and Y/N both gave him glares. Soon, they reached Chris' house and Chris opened the door. Dodger was asleep in the sitting room and Scott immediately ran over to the dog, petting him. Chris, meanwhile, took Y/N to the bathroom. "Take a bath, you have mud all over you. I'll keep clean clothes outside." She let go of Chris' arm and he immediately wished she hadn't done that.

"Oh, but uh… your clothes…" she stammered, blushing furiously. Chris rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "Don't worry, I'll find something that fits. I'll also keep a towel outside." She nodded and closed the door when he left. Chris went to the stairs only to see Scott standing at the bottom of the stairs, his hands on his hips. "What do you want?" Chris sighed.

"Ask her out, please!" the younger man groaned as Chris went to the guest bedroom, taking out the towel kept in the cupboard in the room. "It's not that easy," Chris muttered, walking to his room. Scott followed him. "Why not? You were blushing so much when I introduced you to her," Scott pouted. "She is gorgeous, I agree but— but what makes you think she'll wanna go out with me?" Chris startled when Scott burst out laughing.

"That woman has had the biggest crush on you ever since the first Captain America movie came out, okay? There's no way she is going to say no to you. I have to warn you, though, if you ever break up, I'm breaking your kneecaps." Chris gave his brother a shove, but a smile bloomed on his face when he went downstairs, a towel, a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts in his hands.

"Y/N?" he called out, knocking on the door. "Just leave the clothes outside, I'll get them!" She called out from inside. "Do you want anything to drink? Hot chocolate, maybe, tea?" he offered out of the blue, leaning against the door. "Hot chocolate sounds nice, thank you!" He nodded and went to the kitchen. Y/N, when she heard his footsteps echo away, shuddered in pleasure.

Oh my God, was she really going to sit there and have hot chocolate with her crush and his brother, who happened to be her good friend? She quickly got out of the tub, wincing when her knee jolted with pain. Y/N grabbed the towel and dried herself off, careful about avoiding the wound which had not stopped bleeding.

She put on her bra and panties, flushing when she realized that the t-shirt Chris gave her was slightly see-through. She put it on anyway, also wearing the shorts. "Um, Scott?" she called out upon walking out of the bathroom. "Yes, babe?" he yelled from the sitting room and she walked outside, sitting next to him. "Did you not clean your wound?" Scott sighed when he saw her knee.

"It won't stop bleeding, I think I have to bandage it," she groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Should I help with that?" Both Scott and Y/N turned to see Chris standing there, holding three mugs of hot chocolate. Y/N's breath hitched, he wanted to clean her wound? "That would be amazing!" Scott agreed with a proud smirk. Chris rolled his eyes at his brother and kept his mug down.

"I'll bring the first aid kit."

"Scott," Y/N hissed as Scott hurriedly finished his hot chocolate, slamming the mug on the table. "I just got an urgent text message, I need to go," he smirked at her. "Shut up," she growled when he got up, ruffling her hair. "Enjoy your date," he crooned, leaving the house before Chris could return with the first aid kit. Y/N simply sat there and clutched her mug, imagining it was Scott's neck instead.

"Where did Scott go?"

Chris blinked when he walked back into the sitting room. "He got an urgent text, he had to go." Chris saw right through the lie. "That bastard," he grunted under his breath but Y/N heard and giggled. "Language," she chided jokingly and he grinned at her, sitting on the floor in front of her. "Why did it not stop bleeding?" he asked as he carefully cleaned the wound.

Y/N moaned in pain when the ball of cotton dipped in antiseptic came in contact with her knee. "I don't know," she muttered, a tear leaking out of her left eye as he continued wiping the blood away. "Aw hey, don't cry, it'll be fine," he whispered softly, leaning up to flick the tears away when he heard a sniffle. "Yeah I know, sorry…" He shook his head as he tied a bandage to her knee.

"Don't apologize, I know it hurts. You gotta be brave, though." She nodded when he stood up, keeping the first aid kit away. He washed his hands and came back to examine his work. A spot of blood was visible on the bandage. "Feeling better?" he smiled at her, sitting next to her with his own mug of hot chocolate. He took a sip; it had gotten a bit cold but he could manage.

"A lot. Thank you so much, Chris, you're awesome."

"All my pleasure, darling. Wanna watch a movie?"

She shrugged and he switched the TV on. Y/N kept her empty mug on the table as he flipped through the channels, stopping when he saw that Mr and Mrs Smith was playing on one of them. "How about this one?" Y/N nodded and leaned back against the couch, smiling to herself when Chris rested his hand against the backrest, almost dropping his arm around her shoulders.

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Y/N's eyes started drooping with sleep half an hour into the movie, the bath, the hot chocolate and the 2 hours of exercise in the park finally catching up to her. "Sleepy?" Chris chuckled softly when she yawned, rubbing her eyes. "I should probably get going or I'll fall asleep right here," she laughed, turning to get up but Chris grabbed her hand. "Sleep here, I'll wake you up in a few hours," he insisted.

Y/N bit her lip in apprehension. "You shouldn't walk, not when your knee is like that," Chris tried again, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw Y/N's expression. "Okay, fine." Chris smiled hugely when she relaxed against the couch. She yelped when he brought her closer to him, making her rest her head on his chest while he put an arm around her shoulders.

"I got you, sleep." Y/N snuggled further into his comfortable arms, not believing this was happening but not wanting to ruin the moment. Chris switched off the television, taking his phone out as he rubbed her back with his left hand, lulling her to sleep. When she finally fell asleep his hand rested against her hip, holding her to him. He opened the messaging app, rolling his eyes when he saw messages from Scott.

Did you two kiss??????

Chris smirked to himself, took a quick selfie of him holding Y/N in his arms, and sent it to Scott. The man replied within seconds.

OMG

I'm warning you again

If you break her heart

I'm breaking your kneecaps

You're breaking my kneecaps

Yeah I know that

Don't worry I'm not going to break her heart I promise

Good

Gtg fr this time bye

Bye

Chris kept his phone away for a moment as he adjusted himself; getting comfortable while also making sure Y/N was comfortable. Then he picked up his phone again, opening Instagram as his arms went around Y/N's waist.

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"Mm!"

Y/N stretched her arms above her head as she opened her eyes, blinking when she realized Chris was not next to her. "Chris?" she called out, sitting up. No response. She couldn't even hear Dodger's bark. Where was he? She stood up and waddled all over the place, yelling Chris' name. Finally sure he wasn't at home, she groaned and plopped down on the couch.

She was alone at Chris Evans' house.

"Damn it," she muttered, suddenly spotting the three mugs that were still on the table. Well, Chris had shown her such wonderful hospitality, she should only return the favor, right? Smiling, she got up and grabbed the mugs, taking them to the kitchen. She laughed when she saw a mountain of dishes still in the sink; she was lazy when it came to doing dishes, too.

Taking out her phone and playing songs, she kept her phone on the kitchen counter and started washing the dishes. It was the least she could do for him after he let her stay at his place for— she checked the time; almost 5 hours. She had been here for almost 5 hours now.

"Dodge, come on bud, time to go home!" Chris shouted and Dodger came running over, leaping into Chris' arms. The man laughed and they walked back to his house. When they entered, though, Chris was a bit surprised; he could hear songs playing in the kitchen and the unmistakable sound of water running. Quietly tiptoeing into the sitting room, he peeked into the kitchen and saw Y/N.

He gulped; the sight of her wearing his clothes, standing in his kitchen doing the dishes for him was something else. She was singing along to the songs, not at all aware of his presence. "Y/N." She yelped and almost dropped the plate she was holding, turning to look at Chris. "You scared me!" she laughed, giving him a huge smile.

Unable to help himself, he strode forward, took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N kissed him back, wide-eyed. "What was that for?" she whispered when he pulled away, panting. "You didn't have to," he spoke instead, running his thumb across her bottom lip. "It's the least I could do," she chuckled when he took the sponge out of her hand, keeping it to the side. He easily picked her up and set her down on the counter, reconnecting their lips.

"God, you're so awesome. Please stay for dinner," he pleaded after their 15 minute make out session got over. "Okay, I will," Y/N giggled, putting her arms around his shoulders. He carried her out of the kitchen and they sat down on the couch, Chris holding her on his lap. "Where were you? You took Dodger for a walk?" Y/N asked him as Dodger sat near the table, closing his eyes.

"I did, yeah. I also filmed another episode of ASP, you were out cold for a long time," he laughed. "I know, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, this must've been the breaking point. Thanks for not waking me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, smiling. "Of course, darling."

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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angstyaches · 3 years

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I'm not sure who to suggest for it because I feel it could fit several of your OCs, but maybe two of them cuddling or sleeping together and one of their stomachs decide to wake both of them up? Or something like that. Hunger or tummy ache is fine either way~ I just think that kind of scenario is fun!

Alright. I'm a bit Fond of this one and even though it’s a request, I feel like I mostly did this for Me lol

CW: stomach ache, body kissing, Charlie’s Actual Kink TM being indulged. Mostly just soft boys. No emeto.

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Shayne woke up feeling miserable, which didn’t happen often when he was waking up next to Charlie. It took almost a minute of lying there, under Charlie’s arm, staring at the far wall, for him to realise what was wrong. Besides the fact that it was clearly still the middle of the night.

His stomach felt as though it was knotted, forming a solid lump of pain in his abdomen. If he’d been alone, he would have rolled onto his front, pressing his belly against the mattress, but it’d be hard to do that now, without disturbing Charlie. He closed his eyes to the dark room, almost allowing himself an audible groan at the pain, but just managed to hold it in his throat. His stomach didn’t seem to mind disturbing the quiet, though, as it twisted and let out a deep grumble under the sheets.

Out of instinct, he cleared his throat and shifted his weight around a little. The movement seemed to stir Charlie too, because he drew a deep breath and pulled Shayne a little closer to his chest. His breath was warm and tickled the back of Shayne’s neck.

“You okay?” Charlie’s voice was heavy and lazy, laced with sleep. His hand came to rest on Shayne’s belly, warm and gentle against the outside of his t-shirt.

Pain pulsed in Shayne’s stomach, exhaustion pounding in his head. He didn’t want to relay his symptoms to Charlie and worry him; he just wanted both of them to go back to sleep. A sigh shuddered out of him as he felt Charlie’s hand stroked over his stomach. Shayne knew he probably didn’t know it was hurting; this was just a sleepy habit of Charlie’s these days. Either way, the contact was blissfully gentle as his palm glided over his belly.

“Shayne?” Charlie whispered, his voice sounding more pinched this time.

“Mmm.”

“Mmm,” Charlie mimicked, making Shayne roll his eyes. “You okay? You’re really tense.”

“I just want to sleep.”

“Sorry.” Charlie’s hand came to a stop at the base of Shayne’s ribs as he cuddled a little closer. “Let’s sleep, then.”

A loud gurgle from under his hand made Charlie realise why that might not be an option. Shayne flinched, wishing his body could have stayed quiet until Charlie had fallen back to sleep. Now he was just going to worry.

“You feeling sick?” Charlie asked softly. He sounded much more awake, now that he was alerted to the distressed grumbling sounds coming from his boyfriend’s stomach.

“No.” Shayne sighed in defeat, his ego relenting against his reluctance to lie to Charlie. “Not really sick, just… not good.”

A sympathetic murmur escaped Charlie’s throat. He pressed a kiss against the back of Shayne’s head. “Tummy ache?”

Shayne whined and burrowed his face deeper in his pillow, ducking further away from Charlie in the process.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous,” Charlie giggled, trying to scoop him back towards himself. “It’s not embarrassing.”

Resisting the pull, Shayne groaned into the pillow. “It is...”

“Ssshhh. Relax, okay? Come here.” With one hand on Shayne’s hip, Charlie rolled him gently so that he was flat on his back. Their eyes met; Charlie’s were sleepy, but patient as always. “You’re adorable.”

Unsure whether it was the attention or the pain in his stomach making him so fidgety, Shayne groaned and threw an arm over his face. He squirmed in Charlie’s arms without making an actual effort to get free.

“It really hurts,” he admitted with a groan, letting his other hand rest on his belly. It grumbled with the next pulse of pain that went through his midsection.

Charlie cleared his throat, eyeing where Shayne’s hand was half-heartedly pressing against the ache. “I, um – do – do you want some Panadol? Or a hot water bottle?”

Shayne shook his head. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it. Charlie was going to get worried and keep offering solutions until he was blue in the face.

“I just want to sleep.”

“Yeah?” Charlie cleared his throat again. “I, actually – I happen to know a way of making a tummy feel better that’s also been known to make you incredibly sleepy.”

Too annoyed and preoccupied by the discomfort in his gut, Shayne just shrugged without even looking at Charlie. He jumped when he felt Charlie’s hand slide under his t-shirt, but he exhaled slowly, making himself relax.

He lifted his arm from his face and looped it behind his head, barely conscious of the way he was leaving his torso exposed. In the past, he would have hated leaving himself so open like this, but it was just Charlie. Charlie, whose hand was sending waves of gentle relief through his belly as he rubbed it in slow circles.

In spite of his attempts to relax, Shayne still felt a little grumpy at the prospect of being fussed over. “Doesn’t make me sleepy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really,” he murmured, even though he already needed to tense his jaw to stop himself from yawning.

A knot of tension seemed to relax in the pit of his stomach, the pain sharpening for a second before it dissipated. He whimpered, while his belly groaned under Charlie’s fingertips. Those same fingertips slid back and forth frantically for a moment, as though searching for the precise cause of the movement and the noise.

“Is this where it hurts?”

“More or less.” Shayne frowned as Charlie shifted his body, edging further down the bed. The sheets made a smooth ruffling sound. Charlie’s feet must have almost poked out from under the duvet, but Shayne didn’t have the energy to ask him what he was doing. He just stared up at the darkened ceiling, eyelids fluttering as he stifled another yawn.

“Mmm,” he groaned as he felt Charlie press his lips gently against his skin, just below his ribcage. Charlie froze at the sound, hand resting by Shayne’s hipbone.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, ready to abandon his new position and crawl back up the bed.

But Shayne nodded, inhaling deeply as Charlie continued planting kisses all over his stomach, slow and lingering. They left a tingling feeling in his belly, which spread through his whole body until he felt like he was floating. When his eyes started watering, Shayne couldn’t tell if it was from stifling yawns, or from the sheer, overwhelming bliss of being loved and taken care of so intimately.

He was almost disappointed when Charlie stopped and cuddled back up next to him, but he was also glad to have him beside him again. Charlie went back to massaging in slow circles with his palm while Shayne nuzzled against his shoulder, lost in the scent of Charlie’s pyjamas.

His stomach felt so fuzzy that it had forgotten it was supposed to hurt. His eyes forgot that he’d been trying to keep them open.

And when Charlie whispered, “Told you I could make you sleepy”, Shayne hummed and let himself yawn, forgetting why he’d been holding them back in the first place.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Could I request a Stucky x reader, where they went on a date, but it gets interrupted by fans and reader feels jealous/upset about the attention Steve and bucky get from all the girl fans. Stucky notice, so Stucky show her that she's their best girl. Little fluff and smut if you're comfortable ♥️

Impromptu Dates | stucky fluff fic

Summary: Y/N gets jealous at all the attention her boyfriends are getting from the women. Steve and Bucky show her they only have eyes for her, no one else.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I’m not including smut because I don’t write smut, but I will include fluff!

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Waking up by falling face-down on the floor was not a good start to the day.

Y/N groaned, although it was muffled by the wood. This happened far too often - one of her boyfriends would have a dream and they’d kick her in their sleep. She wondered who did it this time and grunted as she pushed herself up, rolling over and staring at the ceiling for a moment to fully awaken.

“Good morning, Earth,” she grumbled, pulling herself to a sitting position and rubbing her face and limbs which had smacked the ground and was sure to leave a bruise. She stood up and looked at Steve and Bucky, who were still asleep. Steve was the closest to where she had been sleeping, indicating that he had been the one who kicked her.

“Steve,” she whined, crawling back into bed. When he didn’t respond, she nightly nudged him and he made a small noise.

“Yes, darling,” he mumbled, blinking a bit before fully opening his eyes. Within a split-second, the sleepiness that clouded his bright blue eyes was gone, an urgency replaced, as he sat straight up and gingerly brushed over Y/N’s cheek.

“What happened?!” He asked, which awoke Bucky who grumbled something incoherent. Y/N instinctively recoiled, as the little pressure he was applying made the bruise next to the left side of her nose ache.

Bucky sat up, at first looking at his boyfriend and girlfriend in confusion, but like Steve his eyes widened, although he was still a little sleepy.

Y/N blushed, a guilt wiggling its way in her stomach. ��You kicked me in your sleep again, hon,” she murmured, not wanting him to feel bad and putting her hand delicately over his.

Steve’s shoulders slumped, defeated. He immediately leaned forward to kiss the bruise. “Gosh I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take you and Buck out for lunch to make it up to you,” he said in a hushed tone.

Y/N, who still got butterflies from the kiss, smiled in appreciation and leaned back. “Well, thank you, but you really don't have-” she began to assure him, but was cut off.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant!” Bucky interrupted, a goofy grin dancing on his face. The slightest of gasps escaped from Y/N’s lips and she quieted down, completely for going to her favorite restaurant, and blushing when her boyfriends chuckled at her cuteness.

. . . . . . . . .

Y/N could officially say that she was having a great day. She had ordered her favorite lunch meal on the menu of her favorite restaurant with her favorite men in the world who were graciously paying for their impromptu date.

“Oh my god, is that Steve Rogers??”

GASP!

“And the Winter Soldier?”

Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw three young women walk over to their table, eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of the heroes. When they were out in public, Steve and Bucky were approached by fans all the time. At first, it was a little bothersome, but now she didn't mind. She just smiled, watching her boyfriends’ eyes light up, since they loved and appreciated their fans.

“Can we get a picture?” One of the women asked, resting her hand on Steve’s shoulders.

Y/N didn’t think much of it, but couldn’t deny the breath she had released when her blonde beauty gently and kindly removed her hand from his shoulder. “Sure,” Bucky answered for Steve, making Y/N playfully roll her eyes (and grin when Bucky lightly kicked her under the table).

The two men took the picture and the women thanked them enthusiastically.

“Say, Mr. Barnes, do you have a girlfriend?” One of the women asked with a sly smirk. Her friend who was standing next to her lightly hit her on the arm and the woman by Steve rolled her eyes with a laugh.

Y/N did her best to ignore the question, trying not to think about it.

Bucky was a spy, so he made it look like as if he wasn't avoiding eye contact with Y/N (even though he was), but she could see straight through him. “Um, no,” Bucky answered awkwardly, the lie tumbling off his lips uncomfortably. The three had decided not to go public with there relationship yet.

“Are you looking?” The woman asked, leaning closer to him.

Bucky leaned away. “I’m flattered, but no,” he said, and the woman beside Steve barley let a couple seconds go after he answered to ask her question.

“What about you, Mr. Rogers?”

Y/N’s hand curled around her croissant.

Steve’s entire face got red.

Y/N’s finger’s tightened.

“N-no,” he chuckled.

“Oh. that’s good! I just applied for the Stark internship so maybe I’ll see you around!″

The croissant broke in half. Bucky covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter and then laughed even harder when he felt a kick to his shin. All eyes turned to Y/N. She fake smiled. Glared at her boyfriends. And got a check.

“Come on, let’s go,” the woman who had been watching her friends attempt to flirt with the super soldiers said, clearly annoyed. She took her friend who was standing near Bucky by the arm and dragged her away, the woman by Steve following.

As soon as they left and the waiter gave them their check, Bucky let out the laugh he was holding in and Steve looked back-and-forth between his boyfriend and girlfriend, utterly confused.

“Looks like someone is jealous,” Bucky teased in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows.

Steve chuckled and grinned.

“Oh, c’mon,” Y/N muttered. “I’m not jealous, just . . . Those women were really pretty, okay? I mean, I saw you two blush!”

The Avengers softened and dropped their amusement. Bucky immediately stood up from his seat and wrapped her in his arms, even lifting her off her feet. “Bucky,” she said through her laugh, seeing Steve paying out of the corner of her eye.

Bucky laughed and set her down. “You’re the only one we have eyes for, right, Stevie?” He said, putting his arm around her.

Steve nodded, standing up. “Definitely - and the only reason I was blushing was because I was surprised, you know?” He said, looking at her with the kindest gleam in his eyes that made Y/N melt.

She nodded and took his hand in hers. “Of course, I believe you,” she said softly, and the three left to enjoy their day at their apartment.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Quirks

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader with OCD

Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!

Disclaimer: It is not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character.

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“Are you ready for bed?” Tom asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Tom’s house after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Tom to notice as well.

“Almost.” You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Tom as if nothing happened, leaving Tom puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Tom chuckled as he watched your movements.

“If I don’t do this, I can’t sleep.” You said simply.

“Okay.” Tom laughed again, making you grime a little.

“I know it doesn’t actually help me sleep.” You admitted. “I just need to do it.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see all the other little quirks you’ve been hiding from me.” Tom smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Quirks.”

Tom woke up the next morning to the feeling of you playing with his hair.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You said through a yawn as you combed his hair off his face.

“Good morning to you too. Are you hungry?” Tom asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Um, what time is it?” You sleepily rubbed your eyes.

“111:23” He answered after checking his phone.

“I’m okay.” You decided, despite your stomach growling. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Tom noticed the growl. “I can make you something.”

“I’m sure. Sure, sure, sure.” You told him. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

Once the clock hit an even number, it was lunchtime. You walked into the kitchen at 2:24 feelings famished.

“God I’m hungry.” You patted your stomach. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Let’s see.” Tom said as he opened his cabinet. “I have honey and boxed Mac and cheese.”

“Ooo. This a fancy restaurant.” You teased as you hugged him from behind.

“Shut up.” He laughed and turned around in your arms. “I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow.” You told him before kissing him. You broke away from him and took out the macaroni while he got out a pot and filled it with water.

“Here you are, my love.” Tom carried the heavy pot with ease and placed it on the stove.

“Thank you. How long does the box say to boil it for?” You asked as you turned the heat up on the stove.

“11-13 minutes.” Tom read off the back of the box.

“Okay.” You nodded as you set the timer to 12 minutes. “Okay, okay, okay.”

“So precise.” Tom joked, making your face flush.

“Yup.” You forced a laugh and kept your tone light. “I just like to be precise. I definitely don’t feel like I can’t eat the macaroni unless it cooks for exactly 12 minutes.”

“What was that?” Tom asked curiously when he didn’t understand what you said.

“Nothing.” You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. “It’ll be ready soon.”

A month later, Tom walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were already in there, leaning close to the mirror and pressing on all your teeth.

“What are you doing?” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I need you to check my teeth.” You turned around in his arms with a panicked expression.

“For food?” He asked and looked at your teeth. “They’re all good.”

“No, for any loose ones.” You told him and he let out a short laugh.

“Why would your teeth be loose?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking you were kidding.

“They’re not. I know they’re not.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Could you just confirm for me that they’re not?”

Tom found the request strange, but obliged and pressed on your teeth the way you had.

“All good.” He confirmed. “Nothing loose.”

You sighed in relief and turned around again, leaving Tom curious about the encounter. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bedroom, throwing on his jacket as you finished up in the bathroom.

“You’re going out?” You asked from the doorway when you noticed Tom in his jacket.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be too long.” He promised. “I just need to run to the store. I’ll be back before you’re asleep.”

“Will you be back before 12?” You asked as you tugged on your earlobe.

“Yeah, I will.” He told you as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” You smiled at Tom as you patted his cheek twice before kissing him. You did this every time Tom was about to leave the house. Before you were a couple, he’d text you before he would go out so you could flex your hand three times to ensure his safety. Now, it was two taps to the cheek and a kiss.

A few minutes after Tom pulled out of the driveway, his phone rang and lit up with your contact. He answered it but before he could say hello, you started speaking.

“Tom, are you okay?” You wheezed, sounding frantic.

“I’m fine, honey.” He quickly assured you. “Are you okay?”

“Yea.” You sounded more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

“I’m near the bakery.” He answered. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He confirmed. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” You said into the phone. “I love, love, love you.”

“Are you ready to watch the movie, honey?” Tom called from the living room. It was a few months now since you started living together and he had taken a night off from work to be with you.

“Almost. I’m just washing my hands.” You called back. A commercial playing in the background caught your attention and you shut the water off to listen.

“What did they say it treated?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“BPH.” Tom answered, reading off the screen.

“Do I have that?” You wondered, making Tom laugh. He looked back at you to see if you were kidding, but your face showed your we’re serious.

“BPH? No, lovey.” He shook his head. “That’s just for men. I think it’s when your prostate in enlarged. And in the words of Noah Puckerman, “chicks don’t have prostates”.”

“So I don’t have that?” You asked him again, as if you didn’t believe him.

“No. You don’t have that.” He answered, growing concerned.

“Okay.” You nodded and dried your hands. “Do you have that?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Tom furrowed his eyebrows at the strange question.

“Okay.” You said again. “Just making sure.”

“Okay.” Tom eyed you curiously as the opening credits started to play. “Oo, it’s starting.”

“I love this movie.” You mumbled as you nuzzled into Tom’s side.

“Me too.” Tom smiled as he pulled you closer. “I’ve seen it like 3 times already.”

“I’ve seen it 13 times.” You said after a beat of silence, making Tom’s eyes widen.

“Really?” He asked. “You must really like it.”

“I like rewatching the same movies.” You said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“I like knowing the ending and whats gonna happen next.” You told him, looking at him to see if he thought it was weird. His face didn’t show any signs of disdain, so you relaxed.

You watched the movie in comfortable silence as time went on, never leaving each other’s sides.

“What time is it?” You asked as the movie neared it’s end.

“11:47 babe.” Tom answered when he checked his phone.

“I have to go to bed.” You said suddenly, getting up off the couch.

“The movies almost over, lovey.” Tom chuckled in confusion as you left his side. “Just 30 more minutes.”

“I know.” You chewed your lip nervously and twisted your fingers. “I just have to go to bed. I can’t really explain it.”

“Okay.” Tom nodded, still confused. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You bent down to kiss him before trotting off to bed. “Night, night, night.”

Tom was beginning to pick up on certain things. You needed it be in bed by 12, you often called him randomly to ask if he was okay, and you stayed away from odd numbers. He didn’t know what to chalk it up to, but he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it.

Tom caught you putting your caught on one morning as he was coming into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Where are you sneaking off to so early?” He asked through a yawn as he lazily kissed your lips.

“I forgot I have a doctors appointments today.” You pouted. “It’s in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Do you need me to drive you?” He offered.

“You don’t have to drive, but could you come with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Tom grabbed his keys and walked with you to the car.

You walked into the lobby where Tom had waited for you with a strange look on his face. Tom immediately stood up and met you halfway, feeling concerned when he saw your expression. He could sense something was off with you but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hey darling.” He rubbed your arms in comfort. “How was the appointment?”

“Um, fine.” You nodded hesitantly. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Tom asked. “Did the doctor say anything?”

“No.” You lied. “Nothing important.”

“Thats good.” Tom agreed, not fully convinced you were okay.

“Hey, when’s the last time you had a check up?” You wondered as you walked towards the car.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Tom shrugged. “Less than a year ago.”

“You should probably get checked out. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Sure. I can schedule an appointment soon.” Tom nodded, still looking at you in confusion.

“Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” You put your hand on his forehead while keeping your eyes on the road.

“No.” You said quickly. “I’m okay.”

You continued driving in silence as Tom wondered what was bothering you. You were nervously chewing your lip as you checked your rear view mirror every few seconds.

“Oh my God.” You gasped and looked behind you. “I have to turn around.”

“Why?” Tom turned around as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I might have hit someone.” You gulped and changed lanes so you could turn around. Tom jaw dropped a little, knowing full well that you hadn’t hit anyone.

“Lovey, you didn’t hit anyone.” He said slowly. “We would’ve felt it.”

“I know I didn’t.” You said in defeat. “I just need to check to make sure.”

“Okay.” Tom nodded, sensing something was wrong. “We can turn around.”

You turned around and passed by the street where you though you hit something. Nothing was there, so you kept driving. Tom kept his eyes on you, notching the worried look on your face as you continued to check the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“I have to do it again.” You sighed. “I have to turn around.”

“You didn’t hit anyone. You’re a good driver, baby.” He said quietly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I know I didn’t hit anyone. I know that but I just…” You sighed in frustration and put your blinker on. “I just have to. I’m sorry. I have to turn around.”

“Okay.” Tom agreed, not taking his eyes off you. You drove past the spot again and kept going, but your expression didn’t change.

“Do you want to turn around again?” Tom asked gently, and hit tears fell down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You sputtered. “I have to do it again. I know I didn’t hit anyone but-“

“It’s okay.” Tom assured you. “We can turn around as many times as you want.”

You gave him an appreciative look before turning around again. You calmed down as you passed the spot and continued driving in silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a minute. “I know it’s weird. I know I’m weird. I can’t help it though.”

“You don’t have to apologize. And I don’t think it’s weird. I just don’t understand.” Tom spoke softly as he rubbed your knee. You looked at him quickly and chew your lip as you toyed with something in your mind.

“Tom, I have OCD.” You said weakly as you snuck glances at him. Tom’s eyebrows raised in surprise before settling back down into a look of confusion.

“Oh. You do?”

“That’s what the doctor just said.” You continued. “He wants me to start medication but I’m not sure. I think I might need some help.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me you need help.” Tom squeezed your knee. “I had no idea you had OCD. You don’t clean things all the time or like, straighten your pencils or anything.”

“That’s not - no.” You shook your head. “It’s not really like that. It can be for some people, but that’s not what mine is like. OCD is not always cleaning bases. Mine is mostly instructive thoughts or repetitive behavior.”

“Oh.” Tom thought back on all your repetitive phrases and movements. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed and looked at him out of the corner of you eye to see his reaction.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“Could you just text me? I worry about you. Like, a lot.” You admitted. “I worry about if you’re okay or not all the time. Every time you go out of the house, I put on this one movie. I feel like if I’m not watching the movie, you’re gonna die. I can’t explain it. I know you won’t die, but I can’t shake the feeling that you will. I just always worry about you.”

“I think I can help that.” Tom offered. “I can text you every half hour and make sure you know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you pulled into your driveway. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s okay.” Tom assured you. “Whatever I can do to make this easier, I’ll do it.”

You smiled fondly at Tom before leaning over the gear shift and kissing him, patting his cheek twice before pulling away.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thats exactly what I needed to hear.”

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