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mikaleialt · 5 months

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Ride It!| Bada Lee

Bada Lee x Reader

Fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble

Synopsis: In a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. For a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the Crew Battle Mission, after getting defeated by Mannequeen on the elimination round along with Wolf'lo and Lady Bounce.

C/w: based off of this post by @westwoodsvivi. Honestly I just wrote this to finally end my writer's block as I have been gone for more than a month now.

Street Woman Fighter 2 is finally over and although your team didn't make it to the top 4, you still continued to support the other teams until the end, especially when the winner of SWF 2 is the team leaded by your girlfriend.

And now here you are, preparing for the On the Stage concert. All of the teams are in one place again, practicing the dance routines they've performed during SWF 2.

You were finally on break and some of the dancers of each team started goofing around with each other, filming tiktok dances together with Redy who seem to just stand in the background of every video. You laugh at how Redy looks like a lost child standing behind Che Che, Debby, and Yoonji as the trio dance.

Bored in your own world you decided to set up your phone as you sat in the corner of the studio, and finally hit the 'Go live' button after getting permission from the staffs who told you that it is fine as long as you don't spoil anything about the concert.

Viewers immediately flooded the comments and you tried your best to greet everyone. The viewer count goes up by the second.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🤎"

"OMG Y/NNNNN 🥹"

"Hi from 🇦🇱"

"Ano ba tayo, Y/n 😩 (what are we, Y/n)"

You read each comments from fans greeting you, to trying to make you say a phrase in their language, to asking you how you have been.

"I'm doing good, as you all know, we're preparing for the upcoming concert. We're actually on a break right now and everyone is doing their own thing. And here I am, in my own space." You picked up your camera as you show the empty dance practice room that you are in right now.

"Honestly, I got bored during our break so I went live" you chuckled. "Everyone has been really busy these days, and I miss talking to you guys." You sent the viewers a flying kiss, which made the comment section go wild.

"AAAAAAHHHH"

"EXCUSE ME⁉️⁉️"

"THAT KISS WAS DEFINITELY FOR ME"

You immediately got embarrassed as you are not used to giving out fan service or acting cute for other people. You give it a few seconds for the fans to finally calm down once again.

"Hmm, there's still much time until we go back to practicing again, what should I do? What do you guys think?" You read the comments once again as each viewers suggest something for you to do. After a few more minutes you finally settled to do a Q and A.

"What is today's TMI?" You read one of the comments as you ponder to yourself what could you share to your viewers . "Hmm, today I arrived at the studio crying because I was watching that one video of that kid from My Golden Kid." You giggled. "It was a very sad clip, I was crying the whole time while I was on my way here."

A few more question pops up after that and you tried your best to answer each one. "Who do you find attractive among the SWF 2 leaders?" You read another question.

"Me, of course" you flip your hair sassily before laughing to yourself. "No, in all honesty, it's gotta be Kirsten or Bada. They're both really charismatic." You answered.

"What part of them do you find attractive?" You read the follow up question.

"For Kirsten, it's probably her hips. I'm not gonna lie, when I saw Kirsten dance for the first time, my whole attention was on her hips..." you shyly admit to your viewers.

"...as for Bada... I really like her nose" you said without any explanation as memories from a few nights ago came back to you.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"A-ahh Bada" your breath staggers as you move your hips, grinding your wet core on your girlfriend's face.

It was the night after BEBE won SWF 2 and you told Bada that you'll do whatever she asks for if they win, which leads you to the situation that you are in right now.

Bada's only wish from you as a reward is for you to sit on her face as she eats you out, which you did without any hesitation.

"That's it ride my face, baby" Bada speak against your pussy as she continues to eat it like a starved man.

You couldn't help but moan louder as your clit presses on the tip of Bada's nose. You continue to grind your puffy clit against it, each movement makes you shiver, as your girlfriend's tongue fucks your cunt relentlessly.

"I-I'm gonna—hah" your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure in your stomach builds up. "Yeah that's it, come for me baby" Bada said as she continues to eat you out.

Soon, a loud moan escapes from your lips as you finally had your release. Your legs were shaking as Bada continues to lap up your juices, each movement of her head under you, the tip of her nose touches your clit.

"So good to me baby, can you give me one more?" Bada sucks on your clit before diving back again into fucking your cunt with her tongue...

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"Ok let's get back to work" Funky Y announces as she enters the room which snaps you back to reality.

"So yeah anyway, that would be all. See you at the On the Stage concert everyone. Byeeee" You immediately pressed the 'End live' button, before putting down your phone.

"Oh Y/n, so you're here all along" The rest of the dancers enter the room one by one.

"Unnie, why is your face so red?" Sowoen pointed out your face. To which made you turn red even more. The whole time you are reminiscing about that night, you were blushing like crazy.

"It's nothing, I was just feeling hot." You excused yourself, but little do you know, a certain someone was actually watching your live earlier.

Bada approached you as she whispers something to your ears.

"So you like me nose huh, why don't you ride my face again once we got home?"

A/n: it's been a while omg, I missed writing. I'm slowly regaining my motivation to write again finally!!! I hope you like it, sorry if its not as good as you guys thought it would be. This is just a quick drabble to finally break my writer's block, I did not proofread this.

#bada lee fanfic #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #bada lee imagines #bada lee smut #bada lee #bada lee fluff #bada lee imagine #bada lee x fem reader #lee bada x reader #swf #Spotify

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rogueddie · 1 year

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The entire group hadn't been back to Hawkins, all at once, in nearly 20 years.

The last time they were truly all together was the Christmas before Eddie left for Chicago and Nancy left for college, back in 87, the first to 'escape'. Though, it didn't take many years for everyone else to follow their lead.

Steve is the only one who stayed behind. But he didn't think it was all that bad. Robin had moved back to Indy city once she finished college, so she visited often. He's not truly alone, even if it does feel like it... most of the time.

2007 is a good year though. It's the first year that Eddie comes back to Hawkins. They've been having little reunions with as many of the group as they can, every Christmas. But there's always a few people too busy- Eddie is always one, always on tour or writing or recording.

Not this year though. And Steve is finally excited, looking forward to something so much that it buzzes under his skin.

The others are already there once Eddie arrives, the last to arrive. Steve reluctantly hangs back, trying to downplay his excitement as he watches Dustin and Erica shove their way ahead of the others, trying to greet him first.

He looks great, Steve notes. Healthy.

"And Harrington," Eddie finally greets, already saying his hellos to everyone else. "I see the crows feet only add to your charm, shame on you."

"Yeah, it's good to see you too."

Eddie laughs, eyes scrunching up, dragging Steve into a hug. Steve is happy to note that he lingers, forehead pressing down against his collar for a moment before he steps back.

"Come on, it's Christmas Eve! We're all together, at long last! Put some music on, get the alcohol!" Eddie snaps.

Everyone does as asked and, soon, Steves usually cold, empty house is full of music and laughter. The burn of cheap alcohol warming his stomach and the smell of Eddie and Argyles weed filling the air are an old but familiar comfort that he hadn't realized how much he'd been aching for.

Steve sits in the corner, on his own.

For a moment, he just wants to watch everyone else. To look around his living room, so full of people that Mike, Robin, Argyle and Lucas are sat on the floor. So full of people that Max had grabbed El with shaking hands, pulling her onto her lap, coaxing her into sharing her wheelchair.

As soon as Eddie wiggles out of the corner he'd squeezed himself into, Mike and Lucas are fighting for the space. Mike only wins, sitting down on the sofa with a smug grin, before Will helps him.

Eddie sits down on the little side table, next to Steve.

"How've you been holding up?"

"I've been good. Not as good as you, though. The Rolling Stones, huh?"

"Oh, uh, you saw that?" Eddie smiles a little sheepish. "Yeah, it's... it's been getting crazy. I don't know how it happened. One day we're a small, underground thing and the next, we're almost mainstream."

"Underground," Steve parrots, snorting. "Your first single was played on the radio. You guys have always been big."

"You listen to us, Harrington?"

"Of course. And, you know, I have a first name."

"Really?" Eddie gasps, throwing a hand to his chest. "By the Gods!"

"I know, crazy!"

They fall silent, watching the new little fight breaking out. By the yelling, Steve guesses that Dustin stole one of the pieces of candy that Mike is eating.

"I missed this," Eddie quietly admits. "I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner."

"Nah, you were busy with-"

"I wasn't. I wasn't busy. I lied to just... avoid this. Avoid Hawkins. And it's... it's not good being back, I won't lie. But it's... seeing the kids again, seeing- seeing you... it's..."

Steve waits a moment. "What?"

"It makes it worth it. It makes me wish I never left."

"You had to. Corroded Coffin was your dream and you made it happen."

"I know, I just... sometimes I wonder. You know, maybe I could've been happier here. Maybe I could've... I don't know."

"Maybe. But you're happy now, right? And you're so successful! You're doing everything you said you dreamt of doing."

"Mhm..." Eddie hesitates again, for another long pause. "Robin said that you... you're bi."

"Yeah?" Steve frowns, turning to face him a little, wondering where he's going.

"I keep thinking that, I don't know... maybe if I'd stayed..."

Steve nearly presses a hand to his chest, so sure that his heart must have missed a beat. "Wh-what? We... we could've..."

"Yeah, maybe," Eddie whispers. He tugs a strand of hair in front of his face, eyes peaking out at him. "It's just a thought. Or something. I don't know."

"I mean... you're here now."

"What, you wanna give it a shot?" Eddie laughs, shaking his head. "We're going on tour again, in a couple weeks. There's no point in-"

"There is. I mean... if you want to try, I'm willing to, like, put in the effort. We could make it work."

Eddie laugh turns into more a sigh, an almost dreamy look taking over his face. "You're sure?"

"I am." He reaches over, grabbing his hand. "I really am."

"Steve Harrington... Merry fucking Christmas to me, huh?"

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #christma22k

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karkatbug · 9 months

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They've rented a cottage for the long weekend. It's a bunch of them, they're college kids so they lie about the number of guests, of course, but it is the only way they can afford the place. There was plenty of room if people didn't mind sharing beds. Dave wasn't that close with most of the trolls joining them, but he's chill about it. He'd stick with his friends and give whoever looked in his direction an aloof nod of acknowledgment or whatever the fuck. The occasional awkward interaction was to be expected.

What he doesn't expect is one of the few trolls he did know well to pester the group chat and ask for help. The dumbass apparently slept in. He was also supposed to drive Terezi and Sollux, both of which found last-minute rides when he didn't answer them in the morning. He was on his way on his lonesome, which, fine. Glad Shouty McGee was going to make it to lunch with zero complaints, surely, but whatever. What catches Dave off guard is the fact that he's on his phone. Karkat was pretty fucking anal about texting while driving.

Apparently, he's stuck in the middle of the highway. Out of gas? Seriously? How unprepared could a guy be for a trip he had personally put so much effort into planning! That was like forgetting to attend your own birthday party. We're all here with our silly hats, Karkat. Get it together, man.

Dave is voluntold by his friends to buy some gas at the stop they're currently stretching their legs at and make the arduous trip to wherever the hell Karkat was stranded. That's what being physically fit got you, apparently. He eyes the Buc-ee's begrudgingly, wondering how much brisket it would take to forfeit him from his role.

No amount of gas station beef would ever be worth the sacrifice of his bowels, he concludes.

It takes him a bit of illegal jogging along the side of the highway, a few cases of being honked at and resisting the urge to flip them off, and a lot of time (an hour and twenty-four minutes to be precise), for him to make it to Karkat sitting on the roof of his car dejectedly.

He is uncharacteristically silent when he and Dave fill his tank. He thanks him and they're off to the rest stop they planned to meet at.

"What's up? You definitely crapped the bed at about every turn you made today, but you usually don't let that shit stop you from verbally assaulting my hear ducts."

"Just say ears," Karkat mumbles. His bags are darker than usual. Hair messier, frown deeper, brows furrowed and grip on the steering wheel turning his gray skin translucent. Dave eyes the veins on the back of his hands curiously.

"Are you okay, dude?"

Karkat quickly glances at Dave then back to the road, eyes momentarily widened by, what, surprise? "Like you give a shit, Dave. Let's just try to remain civil until the fucking cottage and then we can fuck off to our sides of the forest like some bad re-enactment of... of—"

"Oh fuck you can't even come up with an indiscernibly pathetic excuse of an analogy. I'll find us the nearest hospital."

"Fuck off, Strider! I'm just tired."

"Yeah, no shit. You like, never sleep in. You never sleep period."

Karkat hums. The sound has Dave putting down his phone and observing the other carefully. This is probably the first time he's sat alone with the other. This is definitely the first time he's given him his undivided attention. Something aches in him when he looks at Karkat.

They make it to the rest stop and find out that their friends had met up and left together to accept the key from the Airbnb owner at their previously agreed time. It's not ideal for Dave. Part of the trip he most looked forward to was being on the road with his friends, not fucking Karkat Vantas, but he was out of options and he wasn't about to be a wet blanket about it. They get some human slash troll fuel in the form of sandwiches and coffee, and head back to the car to fill the tank. Dave leans against the side of the trunk while eating his breakfast and simultaneously talking Karkat's ear off about the things he learned that morning, sensing that the other needed a distraction.

Jade's TA broke his tailbone and canceled lab on the day of the exam review, and may or may not have given his students the test bank as an apology, which Karkat is going to appreciate during the next semester when he takes the course. Karkat definitely perks up at that, which is good. A first sign of life behind those defeated eyes!

Dave also tells him Rose keeps talking about Kanaya's thesis which Karkat grumbles Jesus, same here, with the suffering being in reverse. He gets some grade-A Karkat complaints out of that one, which is fan-fucking-tasking. We're almost back to normal.

Finally, Dave drops a bomb. Turns out John dropped out of school? Like, a month ago?

"What?!"

"Yeah, fucking join the club, dude. We're still trying to figure out what the fuck happened there."

"Why? He wasn't failing out or anything! He always had his shit together too. He was doing better off than most of us fuckheads."

"You're preaching to the choir, man. I'm thinking we give him some pure vodka and speedrun getting an answer out of him this weekend."

"I'll hold him down while you funnel it in his mouth," Karkat answers seriously. They snort in unison. It's not that serious. It's sad, yeah. There's that silent understanding that John wasn't okay at all, but Christ what can you do in these kinds of situations but cope with a little humor? Karkat returns the pump and takes the sandwich Dave offers him without a word. They move the car to the parking lot and eat in silence for a moment. It's surprisingly nice. The sky is blue, the morning chill is still there since Karkat has his windows down, and they can hear excited chatter among chirping birds in the background. It was still the road trip experience Dave sought. It was nice. Even if it was with Karkat. Dave looks over to him, and can't get that aching feeling out of his heart.

"How are you doing with school?" he asks.

Karkat glares down at his sandwich. Dave thinks he's not going to get a response, but the fight seems to leave Karkat with the exasperate sigh he lets out. "I'm okay. I'm not about to drop out or anything. Just tired."

"Yeah, I feel you."

"It's a lot to fucking juggle."

Dave nods. They eat the last of their sandwiches and sip their coffees. The smell of diesel fills the air, but it's easy to ignore now that they've sat in it for so long.

"I just wish I was doing it better."

"It?"

"Everything! Academically, socially, fuck, romantically. I thought I'd be doing it all so differently."

"Your romcoms have poisoned your brain, Karkat. Elle Woods isn't real, dude. She can't hurt you."

"She'd never hurt me."

"You'll never be her, either."

"Fuck you! Now I want to watch Legally Blonde but I have to sit with you for another hour and stare at nothing but concrete and play is it garbage or roadkill?"

"Okay, first of all, it's always roadkill."

"Eugh."

"Secondly, I can reenact the movie from memory on our way to the lakehouse if you want. I'll even do different voices."

"That sounds awful," Karkat says with a smile. Dave catches himself grinning too. The ache has settled when they take one last bathroom break and stretch their legs. Dave sees Karkat's exhaustion for what it is, a tired nineteen-year-old who needs to catch a break, and insists on driving them the rest of the way. Karkat, for as good as he thinks he is at debating with others to get his way, stands no chance to Dave snatching his keys out of his hand and holding them out of reach above his head. Take that, you petite little idiot. You absolute fucking fool.

Dave takes his rightful seat behind the wheel and waits for Karkat to begrudgingly join him.

"Before we go, I have two rules," Dave mentions casually when the other puts on his seatbelt.

"Tell them both to go fuck themse—"

"Rule number one. You gotta try to catch some Z's man. It's fucking freaky when you're all quiet and despondent. Nobody's gonna sit with Mr. Doom and Gloom at the bonfire."

Karkat doesn't have a rebuttal, which only proves Dave's point. "Jesus, at least pretend to be offended that I dare have the audacity to claim that you aren't going to be the life of the party."

"I'm fucking not, why would I pretend I am? I'll be lucky if my friends remember that I'm there."

Oh. The ache is back. Karkat's wobbling voice certainly doesn't help. Dave places a hand on Karkat's shoulder and squeezes, hoping to get his attention. He's stubbornly turned away from Dave, looking out the window.

"They don't actually care if I'm there. I slept in and no one thought to come to check on me. Or to drag me out of my respiteblock! They all readjusted so fast. I think they were hoping I'd turn back. I probably should have—"

"Hey. They love you. I don't know where this shit is coming from but all your friends ever do is talk about you. Like. Fondly. Fuck, even my friends got the Vantas infection. I can't go two minutes without someone bringing up how something I said reminded them of you."

More silence. Well, and a sniffle.

"Damnit, Karkat." Dave reaches over and cups the other's cheeks, forcing him to turn and meet his gaze. "Your sleep-deprived pan is playing some cruel tricks on you. Trust me, I'm the king of having Mean Brain Syndrome and silent breakdowns."

"Really?" He sounds so small. He looks small. Wide, watery eyes, flushed cheeks and messy locks of jet-black hair accentuating his youthful features. "I can't imagine you of all people..." he trails off, piercing gaze seemingly looking through Dave's shades and straight into his soul.

Dave releases Karkat's cheeks a little too fast, but the other doesn't notice as he sniffles and wipes his nose with his sleeve.

"Yeah, dude. Of course. It's not all smooth raps and sick beats up in here." Karkat scoffs. Dave gently punches his arm. "I'm just saying, man. None of us got our shit together. We all have stuff going on and sometimes we get so tunnel-visioned we don't see the people around us."

Karkat sniffles again.

"Terezi went with Vriska."

"Ugh. That explains it."

"And Sollux somehow decided the fun van with Fef, Aradia and Eridan was the play."

Karkat laughs. It seems that understanding dawns on him as he nods at Dave. He punches him in the arm as well, none too gently mind you, the prick, but he's smiling again, which is good. Fucking day saved by the Dave-meister, master of unflipping shit and returning life to the way it was supposed to be: with an angry little troll and his volume control issues.

"So yeah, time to abide by rule number one."

"Fine, but—" Karkat pulls Dave into a hug that neither expect judging by how stiff Karkat is at first, which is hilariously ironic. Karkat was a hugger. Dave, not so much. Karkat hugging Dave was fucking absurd, but hey. Maybe they could blame this weird turn of events on the gasoline fumes they've been inhaling for the past half hour.

Dave melts into the embrace. He gets why everyone tackles Karkat for these. He's warm and sorta just... slots perfectly into your arms.

"Thanks, Dave," he says quietly enough that Dave almost misses it. "Seriously."

"No probs, dude. I know we aren't that close but fuck me if we can't trauma bond through the bullshit that is undergrad."

Karkat huffs a small laugh. Dave pats his back. They're about to pull away when Karkat quickly adds, "You're really nice."

"Yeah, the nicest. So about that going to sleep so that I don't have to hear you talk rule, hm?"

"No," Karkat says, jostling Dave for emphasis. He then squeezes him tightly. "You can't dry-humor your way out of this sincere one-to-one with me, Strider. You're kind-hearted and I need to make sure you know that."

Now that's funny. Dave is a lot of things. He's lucky most do think of him as cool. His closest friends call him a dork, but hey, that's fine too. But kind-hearted? His Bro would have laughed in his face if he heard that. He'd then proceed to beat the shit out of him for making him hear something so fucking atrocious. Dave pulls away from the hug with a crooked grin. He has nothing to say to something so absurd. Instead, he turns his attention to twisting the key in the ignition and pressing his foot down on the brake as he puts the car in reverse.

Kind-hearted.

Yeah, okay dude. Sure. Fuck. His chest tightens. He hopes the other doesn't notice the little spiral he's having. He focuses on his breathing, and on his exhale; he's good. All he needed was to breathe out and he was back to normal. Easy peasy.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, fuck. I'm going to try to sleep. Wake me up when we get there. Or if I talk in my sleep."

"No way dude, that sounds like some prime fucking entertainment."

Dave checks behind him to make sure no one is walking by. He slowly releases the brake just as Karkat asks "What was the second rule?"

"Oh yeah. We need some tunes," Dave says as he presses what he thinks is the radio button. Music plays, but turns out it's from whatever playlist Karkat had been listening to on his way here.

Dave slams on the brake.

"Dave, what the fuck! O—oh. Um."

It's from Dave's mixtape. He has a collection of his music that he sometimes drops in the big group chat. He never expects anyone to listen to it more than once, let alone at all. Some of their mutual friends were so polite with their responses. "It's so good, Dave!" was always appreciated. He knows how hard it was to get someone to listen to a song recommendation, let alone a song you put out, period, so he takes those kind comments with the utmost grace.

But knowing someone liked his music enough to listen to it again, on repeat, on a long drive out of town. To have his music chosen as the dedicated theme song to a long road trip, something people tend to argue over, debating over which songs should be played, something that he personally takes pretty fucking seriously, breaks something in him. The ache he thought he felt for Karkat comes back tenfold. He realizes it's a pain he's only ever harbored for himself, but kept deep within the pits of his chest, that comes bursting out of him.

"What the fuck?" Dave laughs. His voice cracks as he says it. His eyes sting, for some reason. Why was this like a punch in the gut to him? He should be flattered, and he is, but this turn of events is so unexpected he can only feel emotional.

"What? It's good! Fucking sue me for unironically liking something my friend made."

Dave laughs again. Fuck! He wipes his tears with his sleeve, bumping his shades out of the way as he does. Friend? He's only ever been flippant to Karkat's entire existence! He's only ever complained about his raucous laughter and teased him about his sleep-deprived fits. He's only ever poked fun at his abhorrent tastes in movies and dismissed his multiple attempts at pulling some form of sincerity out of Dave. Kind-hearted? Dave was the opposite. Those words should be used to describe Karkat, if anything.

"Uh oh. I broke you too. Great! I knew I was cursed."

Dave laughs again, teetering on the edge of hysteria as his song's beat changes, transitioning to an uptick of those snares he loves so much.

"Fuck. No, I'm good. I'm fine," Dave says as he wipes the last of his tears. "You have awful taste, dude. In movies and music and friends."

"Fuck you. Everything you just listed is something I can confidently say I have superior taste in. Your primitive human puzzle sponge couldn't absorb a fine understanding of the arts and friendship the way I do even if you lobotomized yourself trying!"

"Lobotomizing myself sounds like the exact thing I'd need to do to get to your level."

They banter some more. It seems Karkat is choosing to help Dave get over his brief emotional meltdown by acting like he never noticed it to begin with. Their teasing arguments eventually transition to pleasant conversation, then nothing at all. Karkat falls asleep, head resting against the window, his hood tucked between his ear and the hard surface acting as a cushion. Dave can admit, in the deepest recesses of his mind, that Karkat looks cute like this.

He also thinks he's safe from those thoughts and whatever the fuck is going on in his stomach (sword-fighting moths, he concludes) when they make it to the cottage. He parks the car next to John's and looks out at the lake. A few of their friends were on the deck, already unpacked and settled in. Dave turns to Karkat's sleeping figure and gently shakes his shoulder. The other only groans in response, which, fuck. Okay. He's cute is a thought that apparently refuses to go back into those mind recesses they came from. They've had enough of running around on the field and going down the stainless steel slides that burn your skin in the unbearable Texas heat. Those intrusive Karkat is cute thoughts want to stay at the forefront of his brain, ever the studious student working toward a 4.0 GPA.

Dave looks at Karkat, and again at their friends, who haven't noticed their arrival.

"Hey," he says quietly. He shakes him again, but Karkat is stubbornly refusing to open his eyes. Fine by him. Dave unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over. "Hey, Karkat," he repeats. No response. Dave squeezes his shoulder and experiences the most pathetic attempt at someone wriggling away from his grasp ever. A fucking toddler could fight him off better.

Karkat frowns as he's gently jostled from his slumber. His pouting lips are a little dry from the air conditioning, but his cheeks are plump and rosy from his hour-long slumber. Dave finds he can't stop himself from trying to find out what it feels like. He uses the back of his index finger to caress the skin and confirms with some degree of glee that it's exactly what he thought it'd be. Smooth and warm and inviting. Without a second thought, he leans over and presses his lips to Karkat's cheek.

Eyes fly open. Long lashes flutter and incoherent sounds of confusion escape dry lips, but Dave isn't processing any of it. He couldn't if he tried. His heart is hammering so loudly in his chest that it feels like his brain produced white noise just to protect his eardrums from it. He's out of the car in an instant, telling Karkat that they made it and he'd see him around before shutting the door behind him and rushing inside to meet with his friends.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.

"Hey! You made it in one piece!" John laughs.

Dave jumps and whips around to the voice.

"Yeah, more or less," Dave nods, trying his damnest to seem nonchalant. His friends are in the kitchen, distracted with lunch preparations. He hovers for a bit, catching them up to speed on the ride: totally boring and uneventful, by the way, (I didn't just kiss Karkat and run away), and tries to offer his assistance wherever possible. He's only met with polite rejection and a mean smack to the back of his hand for trying to snack on some of the appetizers. Eventually, he is dismissed to collect his belongings from the living room since the couches are claimed by two. He's instructed to put his overnight bag in the one bedroom they have left, a single Twin XL bed.

"Hey, sorry I tried to save you a spot with us but everyone sort of first come first served the place," John says with an apologetic shrug. "You and Karkat are gonna have to share."

Fuck.

#accidental fanfic #homestuck #davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #ask bug #hsfanfic #3.4k words and for what? ill upload this on ao3 eventually #long post

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moobell55 · 1 year

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"Are you wearing my shirt?"

~An Evajacks smut I've been working up for some time, Smutty but also very Fluffy, He just really loves her, I made this for Valentine's day~

18+ -Smut Ahead, all characters are the age of consent in this-

It was a quiet evening in The Hollow as a light rain poured onto the roof top, filling the air with the scent of fresh rain. The sun had set only an hour ago but the darkness of the North cast away any remaining light from the sky.

Evangeline had retired to their shared bedroom not too long ago, stating that it was a "Hair washing night" and she needed time to do it properly.

Jacks wasn't sure what that meant entirely, but nerveless he kissed her before whispering a quick I love you into her thoughts. She looked disappointed when he didn't follow her up the stairs.

He wasn't really sure why she looked disappointed, after all having him in the same space as her when she was naked would prove a distraction for Jacks. They've been living together for weeks, sharing each other's company, cuddling to their hearts content, and proving the most trouble for Jacks was sleeping in the same bed together.

They'd not yet bedded each other yet, he didn't want to push her into something she didn't want yet. They weren't yet married, despite sleeping in the same bed and sharing many heated kisses and touches.

But that was all they ever shared as Jacks often pulled away before anything moved under her clothes. He didn't want to rush her or pressure his sweet Evangeline to lay with him simply because he couldn't control his lust.

He wanted her, wanted her love, her time, her kindness, her kisses and her body all for himself. He could wait a lifetime without having her simply to be in her existence everyday of his mortal life.

Oh how he loved her, the only good thing is his long immortal life. As he sat there thinking about his Little Fox, a sweet voice caressed the corners of his mind.

Jacks, come to bed I miss you already.

A smile grew across his shape face at her sweet words.

Of course my Love, I'll be right there Little Fox.

A laugh sounded through his head, one he could sense anywhere.

Hurry, I have something I want to show you.

He sat up and began making his way through the long wooden corridors of The Hollow.

Does my Little Fox have a surprise for me?

Another warm laugh traveled through his mind as he at last caught sight of their bedroom door; it was a simple door made of spruce wood, and had a lock that didn't actually lock.

You'll just have to open the door and see my Prince.

Opening the door Jacks was met with a sight sweeter than any Apple he'd ever tasted, one he couldn't quite believe for himself.

Evangeline was naked, well not naked but the cloth barely covering her breasts hardly counted, and the sorry excuse for undergarments that didn't cover much of anything. A familiar blue shirt caught his eyes, from where it sat on her shoulders.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" Seemed to be the only possible thought his mind could conquer, in the sight of so much of her soft flesh being exposed.

She raised a brow and spit out a chuckle, and pulled her face into a smirk, a look rarely seen from his Little Fox.

He watched as she sat up on the bed, her cleavage even more on display and on the verge of threatening to spill out of the lacy blue and gold bra.

Her smirk concerned Jacks, "Why Yes love, I found it lying around and decided it looked more comfortable than a nightgown."

His mind was not working, centuries of scheming must've worn him down; or truly it was the sight of the half (more like 3/4) naked love of his life before him. His eyes zoned in on the softness of her thighs, taking in every inch of the soft, rosy exposed skin that he could.

Without drawing his eyes away he spoke, breathless, "Is there any reason for all of this?"

Evangeline huffed out a laugh and his eyes snapped to the rise and fall of her breasts.

"Well Love, I've been trying to seduce you for the past week but nothing seems to be working," her tone was full of mock annoyment.

"Oh," seemed to be the only thing he could think of.

She laughed, "That's why the nightgowns have been getting shorter, but since you didn't notice I took matters into my own hands."

Her words bought his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.

"That's why you've been wearing those? I thought it was because they looked more comfortable."

She simply smiled and patted the bed next to her, becoming him forward. His feet seemed to move on their own as the next thing he knew their thighs were touching as he sat next to her on the bed. His spot next to her let him feel the pure heat radiating off her body, and also provided him a rather lovely viewpoint of her breasts.

Carefully she took his chilled hands in hers and held them in her lap. A lovely blush had risen on her cheeks, a blush that he wanted to kiss all the way across her body.

"I've been wearing them in hopes that you would take my message," her tone sounded almost bashful. So different from her previous demeanor.

It was his turn to go back to his normal snarky and teasing self.

"And what message would that be my sweet Vixen?" Lifting a golden brow in a mock challenge against her.

Suddenly that previous bold spark in her returned, a scheming look appearing in her sapphire eyes that sent his body aflame. Quickly she moved her hand against his clothed chest, running her hand over the hard panes of his chest while bringing her mouth to his ear.

Hot breath fanned his neck, "Well I've been waiting for you to fuck me, but it seems you're so old you must've forgotten how." As she pulled away she bit the corner of his ear and tugged at it, just how he often did to her.

A growl left his lips and she did nothing but smile, and remove her hands from his chest.

However she didn't stay off of him for long, her arms moved to push him back against the bed then carefully made her way to the buttons of his shirt. She perched herself on his thighs and took his shirt in hand, examining the buttons before ripping his shirt right down the middle. She smiled and ran her hands over the panes of his now exposed chest.

"You told me once that everyone should have their clothes ripped off sometime," desire coated her voice.

His hands moved to her hips and pulled her down to his level, hearing every little movement of her rapidly beating heart. He felt his lust for her begin to overwhelm his thoughts, and he surly knew she could feel him hard beneath her.

Rose Gold strands of hair fell down around their faces creating a certain with just the two of them hidden beneath.

A lustful smile covered his face, "In that case I'm going to rip these off you then," his hands quickly grabbed her rather full behind and gave it a squeeze.

She let out a small shriek and fell onto his chest, giving Jacks the chance to begin sucking on the exposed skin of her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts. Red and purple marks were left in the wake of his lips, painting a clear path to where they were headed.

He pulled away briefly and met her eyes asking permission.

Go ahead, please I've been waiting long enough for you, her voice sent chills across his mind and his growing desire only burned hotter.

He carefully moved his hands to cup her clothed breasts, they filled his hands almost completely; which was perfect in his opinion as it made them easier to squeeze. Carefully he felt the weight of them as he ran his thumbs over the tops, kneaded them back and forth between his cold hands.

Watching every move Evangeline's face contorted into as he played with them, hearing the quiet moans that slipped from her lips every time he gave a small squeeze.

His hands traveled to the middle of the lace, and with a firm tug it ripped right in half. Giving him a perfect view of them as they hung in front of his face.

She watched as he licked his lips like a man starved, as his hands quickly returned to her breasts. This time he focused on her rosy nipples, drawing circles of them and giving them firm tugs that had her fighting moans. He gave a firm pinch to them and the moan that slipped out caused his hardened cock to twitch in his pants. A whimper left her lips from where she felt it against her drenched, still clothed core.

He ground his hips into her from below and the friction causes her to practically fall on top of him. Giving him the perfect opportunity to lick a strip up the middle of her breasts, which his face now rested between. She cried out and his heated gaze met hers, a smell look of worry on her face.

“Evangeline? Is this all right?”

A nervous smile come over her face, and she sat upright on his lap so her breasts were no longer in his face.

“I don’t want to accidentally suffocate you,” she was unable to meet his eyes as she spoke.

A boisterous laugh left him, he was unable to help himself despite the growing look of anger on her face.

He licked his lips, “I’d be quite happy with being suffocated with your breasts; in fact I’d enjoy if even more if you sat on my face. I think you thighs would cause me a very lovely death.”

He didn’t sound like he was kidding from the look on his face. In fact he looked rather happy to be thinking about the thigh of dying because of her thighs.

A surprised look covered her face, “I see you’ve thought a lot about this.”

A chuckle left his lips, and he said nothing and just pulled her back down onto him. His long fingers once again finding hold on the soft skin of her chest. Using his knees her pushed apart her legs further so she was positioned right above his clothed member.

"I dreamed of it more like. You're a very hard person to fall asleep next to, and its not because you love stealing all the blankets despite being a furnace." He squeezed her breasts as he spoke, seemingly doing it with no thought. "It's because when we cuddle you love to push that lovely behind of yours right against my crotch, makes it rather hard to sleep when I'm hard as a rock behind you."

A bright red blush covered her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the pure desire that filled his tone.

"So yes, I would say that I think about it quite often," golden strands of hair framed his sharp face and Evangeline felt as if it put her under a spell.

Her hands moved to his gilded locks, intertwining with the soft strands as a low groan slipped from him. Only a devil could have hair as perfect as Jacks, well only a devil could be as eye appeasing as he was.

"Do you like it when I play with your hair?" Evangeline knew the answer but she wanted to know if he liked it when she would pull and tug at it.

Smirking he pinched her nipples suddenly, causing both a cry to form and her to tug at his blond locks. At the pain his eyes rolled partly back into his head and a loud gasp of pleasure to fill the room.

With a lazy grin he flipped them over on the bed, his strong hands left her breasts to rest gently on her waist. He was propped up on his elbows to keep his weight off her, she moved her hands to rest them against his muscled back.

Evangeline rather liked the feel of him on top of her, the glow of the firelight making his hair shimmer in the dark of their room.

"Evangeline." His voice held a question.

"Yes my love?"

Cool circles were being rubbed into the exposed flesh of her thighs, sending tingles throughout her over sensitive body. Jacks icy blue eyes were glowing, something that wasn't usual for him but Evangeline felt as if she'd never truly get used to it.

His hands stopped their movements as he seemed to gather the words of what he was trying to say.

"Evangeline may I taste you?"

She felt her bravery fall away at his strange question, not knowing what he was even trying to imply.

Hesitating, "I'm sorry, taste me? What do you mean by wanting to taste me?"

It was his turn to look bashful but his courage didn't falter.

Smiling, "Well when a man loves a woman very much, he'll often be inclined to pleasure her in any way possible, including licking and sucking that sweet cunt of yours."

Evangeline cheeks have never been brighter in her life, she was sure of it; but his words filled her with a new kind of desire for exploration.

His cool fingers resumed rubbing her thighs, traveling close to her clothed center.

Evangeline was certainly curious about his desire to taste her, not quite understanding the appeal but eager to try. She spread her legs wider giving him room to move his body down between her thighs.

Gazing up from where he rested between her warm thighs he carefully ran a finger over her soaked panties. His eyes met her asking for permission and she could do nothing but nod, letting him continue.

He took her panties in his grasp and with a firm tug the thin lace ripped off of her. Leaving Evangeline complete bare before him except for the shirt that hung over her shoulders.

Instantly his frigid fingers met her overly hot core and Evangeline bucked her hips towards him at the delicious touch. He did nothing but smile and repeated the motion, this time gathering her dripping wetness onto his fingers then hastily popping them into his mouth.

She couldn't help the gasp that left as she watched his face contort in pleasure as he tasted her juices. He cleaned his fingers quickly before returning his hands to her hips, spreading her wider before him.

His hot breath fanned her drench cunt before it was quickly replaced with his mouth and tongue. He began licking the length of her cunt, licking up her juices like a man starved for eternity.

As he worked her over with his tongue she moved her hands to his locks and pulled them tighter every time his tongue collided with her clit. Her body felt if it was on fire and the only possible way to put it out was from the coolness of his frantic tongue.

Pressure was building inside her body as he worked her, it felt as if she was walking a thin tightrope in between this world and whatever form of Heaven would allow Jacks in.

When her peak became closer Jacks removed a hand from her thigh and quickly slipped in finger. Listening as she cried out at the intrusion, her body quickly welcomed the long digit as he began curling it inside her shaking cunt.

Bucking her hips against his face now running with her juices, she could do nothing but grip his hair as Jacks fucked her with his tongue and fingers. Quickly she was approaching that edge she been craving for weeks.

Catching her off guard he added another finger and began scissoring her cunt as his tongue sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth. The feel of his long, cold fingers in her too hot cunt added to the frenzy of her movements against his face. Jacks knew her peak was near.

With a thrust of his fingers she came apart from his tongue as he licked her through her peak. Evangeline pulled his hair and squeezed his head between her thighs as her moans filled the darkness of their bedroom.

As she came down he gave gentle licks to her throbbing cunt before at last pulling away. Her juices ran down the length of his face, coating him with a shine that she had the sudden denier to lick off of his face.

Breathlessly she beckoned him up towards her face, where they hastily collided their lips together. The pair moaned as she tasted her own sweetness on his lips, unable to get enough of the taste.

His Lips were the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted before now, but with their combined taste she knew nothing would ever compare. With kiss bitten lips they pulled away from each, sweat covering both of them from their antic.

He looked almost drunk from the taste of her as he at last spoke.

"You have two delicious pairs of lips for kissing, and I'm going to be spending a lot more time getting antiquated with the sweet lips of your cunt." His words sent another wave of wetness to her thighs.

Letting out a huff she turned to place a kiss against his cheek.

"I'd be rather fine with that, I have no plans on my agenda for tomorrow morning if you'd like to further meet them," she said slyly.

Jacks grinned, showing off the dimples she loved so much.

"So my lady wishes to be woken up with my mouth feasting on her cunt yet again, I think I can arrange that," he was a devil, a lovely one, but a devil neverless.

She rolled her eyes and moved her hands to the buttons of his black trousers, carefully undoing the buttons as he watched her work.

He pulled them down his hips and threw them somewhere in their shared bathroom. Gold hair dusted his legs, enhancing the cords of muscles in his lean body.

Tenderly she ran a hand up one of his legs, clear to the inside of his well built thighs.

"You talk about how perfect my legs are, but yours look as if they were carved from a block of marble."

He chuckled darkly, "If you think my legs are perfect you should see my cock."

Challenging his tone she moved her hand to the waist band and began yanking them over his hips. His cock sprung free and Evangeline refrained from letting out a gasp, knowing it'd only fill his massive ego more. Evangeline had never seen anyone cock before this, but she knew they usually weren't this large.

Truly she doubted if he would fit but she was thrilled with the excitement that he'd soon be filling her aching cunt.

Gesturing down at himself, "Is my cock fitting to my future wife's liking?"

Rolling her eyes she ran her fingers over the red tip of him, watching as droplets began forming at the tip.

"I will admit it's rather nice but I'd prefer it being inside of me," he was a little bastard sometimes but so was she.

Pausing for a moment he ran the backs of his knuckles across her face soothingly, before helping her lie beneath him comfortably. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and placed her head comfortably beneath it before carefully moving her hair away from it so it wouldn't catch.

"Evangeline, before we begin I need you to know that we can stop at any time you wish, if the pain becomes to much or if I hurt you, you must let me know," he kissed her forehead before placing a kiss on each cheek.

With a smile she placed a quick kiss on his lips, "I trust you Jacks, and I know there will be some pain but I can handle it, and if not I know you'll stop."

A loving expression overcame him as he began lining up their hips, he quickly ran his cock through her sleekness to each his passage. She moaned and pushed their hips closer togther.

Taking this as a sign he carefully began pushing into her, listening to the way her heartbeat and breathing changed as he pushed on. Slight pain filled her, nothing overwhelming but every time she moved he stopped and waited for her to adjust to his size.

As Jacks bottomed out inside of her both released a moan at the feeling of her being stretched. Jacks looked near breathless as he ran soothing circles across her body, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside of her.

"Is this alright? Is it too much?" His voice was filled with concern and love for her, as his hands traced hearts against her soft skin.

Pulling his forehead to met hers she held him close to her body, griping onto the tough muscles of his back.

"It feels perfect, you can start to move but be gentle," at her words he withdrew a little before before carefully pushing back into her.

Slowly he began building setting the pace, giving her time to adjust to his size as her pleasure slowly began to build. Heat was pooling in her stomach again after he groaned his hips into her, the movement rubbing agiasnt her clit.

Nails dragged across his back as he began putting more force into each thrust that sent heat through their bodies.

"Evangeline, my love," a thrust punctuated his words. "You're so incredibly perfect, everything about you is so impossibly wonderful that I often wake up thinking I'm still dreaming." ]

He was starting to pant as his thrust became relentless, he was now chasing down her high and his own.

"You don't know what you mean to me, how happy I am to be able to wake up everyday here with you, safe in my arms," the sweetness of his words combined with their love making had her crying on in pleasure.

"Jacks please," she was so close to her high, she just needed him.

His hands returned to her clit and began rubbing the swollen nerve.

"I love you, and I'm eternally thankful to the forces in this world that you love me in return, that soon you'll be my wife and I'll have the honor of being your husband," his eyes never left he once as she approached her high.

With a final thrust and flick to her clit Evangeline came apart under him. Digging her nails further into her back as she screamed his name in pleasure as Jacks own high overcame him as he spilled into her core.

As they lay there holding onto each as they came down from their highs, Evangeline pulled him into a sweet kiss. Neither one wanted to pull away from the others lips, but alas they needed to breath.

She held his face in her arms whilst looking deep into his icy eyes.

"I love you too my sweet prince, and I can not wait for the day I can call you my husband at last."

Foreheads touching The Prince of Hearts held his Little Fox in his arms knowing he'd never felt more loved in his entire existence.

~Finish~

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isabella-45 · 11 months

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Word count: 1035

Title: A Day in the Park

Summary: In this Todobakudeku x Reader one-shot, you spend a lovely day in the park with your three favorite heroes, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shouto Todoroki. As you enjoy a picnic, laughter, and friendly banter ensue, deepening the bond between you all.

The warm sun rays spilled over the lush green park, casting a golden glow on everything it touched. You laid out a soft blanket near a serene pond, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead. Today was a special day—a day you had been eagerly waiting for. You were spending the day with your three closest friends and heroes, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shouto Todoroki.

As they approached, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you. Izuku's infectious smile, Katsuki's fiery determination, and Shouto's calm and composed demeanor made for a truly remarkable trio.

"Hey, [Y/N]! We brought the food!" Katsuki called out, proudly holding up a large picnic basket.

"Excellent!" you replied, making room on the blanket for the feast. Izuku sat down next to you, a playful grin on his face. "I hope you're ready for some amazing homemade sandwiches, [Y/N]."

"Of course, Izuku! I know you're an expert in culinary arts," you chuckled, causing him to blush.

Shouto joined the group, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the park. "The weather is perfect today. It's nice to have some time to relax."

"I agree," you said, handing him a sandwich. "We all need a break from hero duties once in a while."

As you all enjoyed the food, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Jokes, laughter, and friendly banter echoed through the park, drawing the attention of passersby. You cherished these moments, where you could just be yourself around these extraordinary individuals.

Katsuki, as always, couldn't resist teasing Izuku. "Hey, Deku, remember that time you tripped over your own shoelaces and face-planted into a villain?"

Izuku's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, thanks for bringing that up, Kacchan."

You stifled a laugh, glancing at Shouto who seemed to be enjoying the exchange.

"I must say, Katsuki, you're quite the provocateur," Shouto remarked, smirking at the explosive hero.

"Someone's gotta keep this nerd in line," Katsuki replied, nudging Izuku with his elbow.

"Don't worry, Izuku. Katsuki's just jealous that you've surpassed him in every way," you chimed in, causing Izuku's face to turn as red as a tomato.

Izuku stammered, trying to find a comeback. "T-That's not true, [Y/N]. Kacchan's strength and determination are unmatched!"

"Damn right!" Katsuki said with a smirk. "And let's not forget about [Y/N]'s quick thinking and bravery. They've saved our asses more times than I can count."

Shouto chuckled softly. "Indeed, [Y/N] possesses remarkable courage. It's an honor to fight alongside them."

The warmth in your heart swelled, grateful for the bond you shared with these incredible heroes. They saw you for who you truly were—a valuable friend and an equal.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange hue across the sky, you leaned back on the blanket, your gaze fixed on the horizon.

"I'm glad we could spend this day together," you said softly. "Moments like these are what make life truly meaningful."

Izuku and Katsuki nodded in agreement, their smiles reflecting their contentment. Shouto reached out and gently placed his hand on yours, his touch bringing you comfort and reassurance.

"We're lucky to have you in our lives, [Y/N]. We're stronger when we're together," Shouto said, his voice filled with sincerity.

A sense of unity washed over you, binding the four of you together. You cherished this friendship, knowing it was something special—a connection that transcended heroics and touched the depths of your hearts.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you realized that today was not just a day in the park. It was a day filled with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bond between heroes.

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A Specific Request

Donna has a fantasy they've been dying to try with Nadia—she is more than eager to indulge them while she shares her own fantasies too.

Pairing: Nadia x Donna (with minor references to ValDonna)

Rating: Lemon 18+ MINORS DNI🤺🤺

WC: 1800

Fic contains: face sitting/ass eating, in general smothering, established dom/sub dynamics, clit play, descriptions of vaginal fingering, and hypothetical kinky situations that include mentions of outdoor sex, public sex, and fantasized ownership/being collared.

A/N: I have no other explanation other than I needed more Nadia face-sitting in my life 🥴🥴

“Mistress…” Donna breathed out as they turned their face up, panting against Nadia’s sex. She opened an eye at them, one hand clamped to her breast, the other entwined in her hair. “Can I make a… specific request?”

“Request?” Nadia huffed, a wry smile on her face. “Are you in any position to make requests?”

Donna let out a small, bashful noise as they bit down on their lip. Gods, Nadia was filling up all their senses. She was all they could see, all they could hear, touch, taste, smell. They wiggled their hips; they were face down and ass up, just as Nadia liked it.

“Oh but… it’s really for you! If you would want to, that is…”

“Mm, you are lucky I enjoy your vivid imagination so much.” Nadia laughed before sliding her legs under herself as she sat up. Donna quickly got to their knees, sitting up straight and proper. Such a good pet they were. Whoever had trained them did a bang-up job—it couldn’t possibly have been Valerius. Whoever they were, Nadia was sure she would need to send them a gift basket one day.

“What is it that you want, my sweet little toy?” Nadia cooed as she pet Donna’s face. They eagerly pushed into her touch, excitement clear on their face.

“I was just wondering… I mean, again, if you like this sort of thing, if you would want to… maybe… sit on my face?”

Nadia blinked at them, her other hand inching to rest above her breast. Donna shrank back, their face burning.

“It’s totally fine if that squicks you out!” They quickly rambled. “I know not every domme wants to sit on her subs face! It’s just… You can if you want is all I’m saying—”

“You have thought of it, then?” Nadia cut in, her tone dipping lower as she squeezed Donna’s cheeks between her fingers. They whimpered, rubbing their thighs together. “You have imagined you lying below me as I use your face as a pretty little cushion? Unable to do anything but lick me and writhe beneath me? Completely smothered by me?”

Donna shuddered, their cunt throbbing between their legs.

“I… Y-Yes, mistress. Exactly that.” Donna swallowed. “Very well put.”

“I adore your wicked imagination, Donatello. Lie back for me. Now.”

Donna quickly obeyed, lying down so their head rested on Nadia’s pillows. They kept their arms snug to their sides, wiggling into the sheets until they were comfortable. Nadia hummed, her eyes tracing over every inch of them. She noted every slight twitch, every shimmy of their hips. Wordlessly, she lightly dragged her fingers up their thigh, tickling over their stomach. Donna gasped, the small touch alone sending a fire deep below their gut. Nadia grinned, stretching her fingers to cup underneath their breast.

“You love to be used by me, is that right, pet?” she breathed, leaning down above Donna’s face.

“Yes, mistress,” they whispered, their voice quaking. “I love it.”

“Any of my twisted wants and desires—you would try to indulge them all?”

“Oh yes, yes of course!”

Nadia grinned before she turned away from them. Donna could barely react before they were crying out as Nadia flung her leg over their chest. Immediately the only thing they could see was the round curve of Nadia’s ass. She was grinning down at them, peering over her back to catch a glimpse of their expression. Not giving them any more time to adjust, Nadia immediately planted herself down, stretching her cheeks apart before pushing them together on Donna’s face.

“What else would you do, I wonder?” she mused, her voice raising in volume now. Donna whimpered into her; the vibration of it was nearly maddening. “Do you have any ideas, Donatello?”

Donna tried to open their mouth, but as soon as they did, Nadia began rocking her hips back and forth, further muffling them. Shutting their eyes, they brought their lips closer to her, lapping at her with abandon. She hadn’t even needed to instruct them; it was dizzying not to eat her out her ass like this.

“Oh, I can’t hear you like this!” Nadia gasped, a wide smile on her face. “I shall have to give you examples, won’t I? Simply nod your head for me, little toy.”

Donna quickly nodded, moaning into Nadia as they licked and teased her with the tip of their tongue. She growled, biting down on her lip as she dug her nails into their thighs.

“Let me see,” she huffed, setting a rhythm to her hips as she pondered. “Would you let me take you on a hunt with me? Would you do every little task I give you, tend to me as I see fit? Even if I were to ask you to strip down in those very woods and let me take you there, on the cold ground? Our bodies already sweaty and feverish from the day?”

Donna let out a muffled “Yes!” as they nodded. Nadia laughed, loving the sensation of their words on her asshole.

“You would even do this? Be my seat even after a day of hunting and riding?”

More frantic nodding; more muffled cries.

“Of course, you would. Of course. But would you have me even if the whole world could see you? Would you let me dress you up however I wanted, however revealing it may be? Have you collared and leashed at my side like a prized pet at the next gala?”

Nadia braced herself for the next series of cries and whimpers, for the feeling of their face tickling her as they nodded their head.

“I would feed you by hand the entire evening, have everyone know you’re too silly and too precious to eat with your own hands. And then I would simply throw you on the table, have you face whatever crowd of people may be there—perhaps even your lover, Valerius. And I would finger you right there, bringing you orgasm after orgasm for all to see with my hand alone.”

As she spoke, Nadia dipped one of her hands between Donna’s clenched thighs. She ran the pad of the finger between their clit, sifting through their bush and rubbing in small, delicate circles. Donna was practically screaming into her, their entire body trembling. She grinned, leaning down as she slapped her hips onto their mouth.

“Oh, or I would keep you all to myself. Keep you tethered right here, in my private rooms all day and all night. I would visit you whenever I had the urge to use your mouth or use this pretty pussy of yours,” Nadia paused to drag her finger from their clit to their hole. They gasped, wiggling underneath her. “Or even have you conjure me a nice, thick cock for me to ride. Maybe even use my own strap on your tight little ass? Oh, who am I kidding; I could do all of that and more to you, and you would love it!”

“Yes, Mistress! Gods, I just want to be used by you!” Donna finally turned their face enough so their words could be heard. Nadia laughed, an airy sound, before she forced them back under herself.

“That’s right, Donatello,” Nadia panted, her voice growing shriller. She humped their face with a fevered frenzy now; she rubbed and fingered their clit with two fingers, keeping her pace steady and brutal. Donna was screaming and writhing beneath her, their tongue plunging in and out of her as they cried out into her. “Yes! Yes! You’re my toy, my precious little doll! I can use you however I see fit and you’ll love it all! Love being owned by me!”

Donna let out another slurred “yes” as they licked and pressed their tongue into her. Nadia was crying out, her back arching back into them as she played with their clit. They felt euphoric, their mind hazy and blank, their entire body buzzing with life. Their climax was close, so close, and she was keeping them on the edge. They could hear how wet they were over their sloppy kisses, could only think of the burning pleasure surging from their cunt.

“Cum for me, Donatello. Cum while I sit on your beautiful face!”

That was all it took; Donna was practically screaming into her as their legs twitched and spasmed; Nadia could feel them squirt their climax, a sick pride swelling her chest. Now that was a finale—and they were even still licking and kissing her ass as they rode each wave of their climax! It was too much, even for her; she planted down firmly on their face, smothering out any other noise as she arched back into them, moaning her own release as she humped down on their face. Her thighs were crushing their face as she slowed her movements to a halt.

They stayed like that for another moment, both frozen in their own lingering pulses of pleasure. Finally, Nadia dismounted them, her hair wild and cheeks a deep red. Donna was no better; their entire face was slick, their skin red and mouth damp. Gods, they looked so cute when they were disheveled. Nadia smiled, lifting them up to sit up by their arms. They swooned back slightly, allowing Nadia to grab them and steady them. They were shocked when she pulled them close to her chest, their face pressed against her breasts.

“You are wonderful,” she mused, softly petting their hair as they nuzzled closer to her. “You exceed my expectations every time I have you. Do you know how rare that is?”

Donna could only shake their head; any words were lost on them now, it was clear.

“Well, it is very rare. I haven’t had this much fun since… well, it’s been some time. And I hope I exceeded some of yours?”

Donna quickly nodded, pulling Nadia closer into a proper embrace. She giggled, resting her cheek on their hair. She petted their back, humming as she held them for a moment. Donna’s eyes drifted shut as they only focused on both of their breathing. They tried to match Nadia’s calm, steady deep breaths, wanting to keep their bodies in sync. The bed below them felt like it was floating like they were out at sea. And in some ways, that’s exactly where they were.

“Now, my Donatello,” Nadia whispered into their ear. “You made a bit of a mess on my bed, and you have a bit of a mess on your face. I’m going to take you to my baths so we may get clean together. Do you understand?”

Donna only nodded, just barely opening their eyes to look at her. They registered how tenderly Nadia dressed them both in sheer robes. How with little effort she carried them in her arms, encouraging them to cling to her neck. They registered how good she smelled, how nice it was to feel her hands on their skin. How safe it felt, being in her presence alone.

#the arcana #the arcana lemon #nadia satrinava #fan apprentice donna #nadia x donna #nadia x apprentice #bottom writes #lemon #if there are typos forgive me ive done all I could while still feeling zooted lmfaoo #truly no betas here i die like a captain on my ship #anway i just. wanted them to be nasty together LMFAO

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supernatural s14e3 the scar (w. robert berens)

all right, here's hoping i can get through this today. tail end (knock on wood) of a bad migraine but i can listen to things with headphones now and not feel horrendous so maybe?

lol just stab him with the archangel blade somewhere non-lethal, see what happens, there's an angel test for ya. still bothered that they apparently have no desire to truly confirm michael isn't playacting dean? whatever

DEAN It’s just every time I think about it, you know. It's like a nightmare. I mean I can’t eat, I can’t sleep - it’s always just there watching me. SAM Dean, it’s just a beard. I’ve been a little busy lately.

absolutely have seen gifs of this whole bit a bunch of times. why is sam's beard watching you while you sleep, the perennial question (has enough time even passed for them to try to sleep? :p)

DEAN So, I’m good. I’m just really, really, happy to be... home.

i watched until this scene when i started this episode a couple days ago and noped out. their home being taken over by all these people continues to give me the heebiejeebies. granted their home is massive and more like a work space than a home, so it's more like it's getting used like it was designed, but they've been so isolated forever basically this is just a lot. (also i'm a jealous asshole in some ways and i'm like oh dean's gotta share sam with all these people now? lol 😬)

why's bro always getting weird scar things on his person? the hand print, the mark, whatever the fresh hell this thing is

is it the spear of destiny lance of michael whatever business. doesn't seem nearly wide enough to account for his scar. wonder if this is another episode by that different editor (john fitzpatrick on imdb), reminiscent of those visions of jody dying in 13x09. ding ding ding, it is indeed the same editor. funny. last episode he did was 13x21

speaking of, hey jody! even though i just referenced the episode with her in it i forgot about the whole kaia / dark kaia thing -_-

JODY No, no. I have video surveillance going down at the fair, Claire practically sat shiva down there. There’s been nothing.

shiva reference #3 (7x10 and 8x16)

cas conveniently has to stay back to fix rando hexed girl, so dean and sam can have some arguments on the way to jody. after dean upset jack too of course by refusing to let him go with. which i think was the right call but, you know. do it less dickishly.

SAM C’mon man, this isn’t a joke! Something huge happened and you won’t really even talk about it. Look, this whole Michael thing: we need to deal with it. DEAN I’m going at 80 to deal with it. How can I be running from something when I’m RACING toward it?! SAM I know, kinda your thing. DEAN Ok. SAM I’m just saying. You said you let Michael in, then bang, you’re back in a blink. But for me, you were gone: for weeks. I didn’t know if you were alive. I just need you to talk to me. Slow down so I can catch up. DEAN Call Jody, let her know we’re almost there.

way to talk about your feelings, sam! way to be a jerk, dean. both being able to open up at the same place and time has never been their strong suit. honestly don't have the wherewithal to even ponder why dean's being like this

LOL very cute. like the little "see dean, people do like the beard!" from sam. also cute little exchange where dean rolls his eyes about sam knowing a serial killer fact and sam makes the wtf bro face

very special episode where jack realizes he can Be Useful in other ways than a rock 'em sock 'em hunter? helping with the hexed girl

DEAN We’ll make better time if we split up. SAM No, Dean we’ll be safer if we stick together. JODY If I get a vote, I’m in team stick together. DEAN Fine.

man i do not enjoy dick!dean :p he gets like this sometimes and i wanna smack him. use your words, asshole, instead of taking whatever out on everyone else

no one was expecting dark kaia! oh, how i do not care. sorry, girl.

LORA Is that your Dad? JACK One of them, yes.

can i say again i really appreciate how they make it textual that sam, dean and cas are all jack's fathers. it's just nice. doesn't have to mean anything outside of their relationship to him, regardless of their relationships with each other. as it should be

JACK Do you have parents? Or someone we can call? LORA My mom, but she probably hates me. JACK Why? LORA Because I left, I ran away. I hated school, I hated our crappy one star fleet town and I hated her rules. I was sick of being treated like a kid. I thought I could make it on my own but then I met her.

lol this show can be so literal when it wants to make a parallel to a victim of the week and a recurring character's situation. literally laughed out loud when she started "because i left"

i'm sure the giant necklace gifted by the evil witch is unrelated. i keep looking at her (false) lashes. they're pretty but a little unexpected in the locked up by a witch situation

SAM Or it could have been Michael. C’mon, three vamps in Sioux Falls and not a single civilian death. That’s not an accident. I think they were hunting her. DEAN Why? SAM I think because Michael sent them to finish what he started.

trying to remember what michael had to do with kaia and drawing a huge blank, clearly retained almost nothing of her storyline. imagine how bad i'd be at keeping track if i didn't write these posts.

back when i was watching game of thrones (as it aired so i'd get a week to process between episodes) i would always read recaps/reviews after the episode because they were so densely packed and i knew i missed stuff, but i dunno, i just don't want other people's takes muddling up my feelings about this show in particular. more personal investment or something in it (it's also a *lot* more straight forward, it's just got the overloaded plot/characters syndrome past the first handful of seasons)

did not manage to watch this in one sitting so we're day 2 but i think (knock on wood again), demon migraine was smushed into 2 days instead of 3 and is gone

'squatchin

way dean is acting reminds me of a little how he was acting, and how i expected him to be acting, directly after purgatory. bro is pissed and gonna make it everyone's problem

losing my mind, just take the necklace off the girl -_- as she writhes around with this giant bauble flopping around where she's actively mummifying

JODY They have a right to know but I can’t. I promised Claire human cases are mine, but anything "monstery" I’d loop her in: this. God. Claire’s been doing so good. I mean anything connected to Kaia, she’s a powder keg. First loves strikes quick, and then to lose it like that.

couldn't remember if that was a thing that we knew about or not lol seriously, brain.

JODY Well, you two are having a time of it. SAM Yeah, he’s working something out and he’s working it out alone. The only thing I know is he’s not ready for this case. JODY Maybe. Maybe he needs it.

maybe he needs it but also him haring off (practically) alone with not enough information rarely ends well. nonetheless, glad jody's here to support them. my favorite family dynamic on the show, and the one that i don't feel like i need the text convincing me of. it's just there

DEAN That pig sticker she’s hiding, it is the only thing that we know that hurts Michael. I’m gonna do whatever it takes.

literally just raised my hand. um hello, what about the archangel blade?? do we not have one anymore?

JACK Lora’s life force: it’s in here. CAS Jack, are you sure? JACK No... (he smashes the pendant and green smoke twirls its way in to Lora’s pendant and she comes to life.)

this is so goofy :p

SAM Wait a second: you’re a dreamwalker, too? Your powers, they connected you. DARK KAIA Our whole lives, what she saw, I saw. I know where it comes from your anger, your impatience: itvs fear. You’re scared and you’re weak. DEAN Alright, shut up! DARK KAIA Michael hurt you. He hurt me too.

i mean, everyone is doing a good job acting-wise but this is just. ridiculous. so is dean mad because he's feeling guilty about what michael did while using his body against his will? that probably should have been incredibly obvious, i'm just so not connecting with this story 🥴

SAM So Michael wants the spear because he knows it can hurt him? And that’s why his monsters are coming after you?

okie dokie

jody sure gets pretty serious injuries a lot? how about pop back to the bunker so cas can just fix it :p like the... broken leg? was it? hmm, guess it wasn't healed magically there either

from 11x12 JODY Oh, it had to be the leg. I'm gonna need bionics.

DEAN Jody. JODY Dean Winchester, you have nothing to apologize for. DEAN How is the arm? SAM You sure you don’t want a ride to the hospital or… JODY I’ve driven with a broken arm before. I’m more worried what I’m gonna tell Alex when I get there. And then once I get home… SAM Claire. JODY I’m dreading those consequences. She’s got to know, she’s got to know that Kaia’s killer is still out there. SAM You alright? JODY It’s just seeing her face again. Raising three hunters and fearing every day that I might lose one of them. I didn’t even really get a chance to know Kaia before she died - just feel like I already lost before I even ever began.

again, well acted but this is a stretch emotionally, for me

CAS Well, Jules is off. She’s taking Lora back home to her mother. Jack, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know that you have been going through a lot lately:. We’ve all been going through a lot but it’s no excuse. I just haven’t been there for you: not the way I should of. JACK Cas, it’s okay. CAS Well, what you did today made me so proud. You know, learning to hold your own in a fight without your powers. That takes time and training, but today you proved that you have the mind of a hunter and the heart of a hunter. I was thinking, erm, I’ll talk to Sam and Dean, but maybe-- maybe we could go on a hunting trip -- I mean if you want to?

good sentiment but oh so cheesy -_-

JACK (coughing) Yes (coughing again) Sorry. CAS You ok? JACK I’m fine: I’m human now. Must be getting my first cold. CAS Well, I’ll make you some soup then.

LOL not ominous at all. i'm sure it's fine. not a plot relevant illness, just a garden variety cold!

DEAN I put us all in danger today, stupid danger. SAM Dean. DEAN You were right. I just didn’t want to look at it, what Michael used me for. I just wanted to race ahead. You know, skip to the end of the story the part where I get the weapon and I take out the bad guy. The part where I kill Michael. SAM Yeah, I know. DEAN You know I said yes to him because I thought: it was stupid. I was stupid. SAM Dean, you did what you had to do.

just following directive number one, keep sammy safe

DEAN And it wasn’t a blink. I got possessed: I made it sound like that but it wasn’t. I don’t remember most of what Michael did with me because I was under water. Drowning. And that I remember. I felt every second of it - clawing, fighting for air. I thought I could make it out but I couldn’t: I wasn’t strong enough. And now he’s gone: he’s out there putting an army of monsters together. He’s hurting people. That’s all on me, man. I said yes. It’s my fault.

i know i've talked about the moral calculus of it all, the number of people they saved vs the number they've gotten killed by their decisions, specifically to save each other (insert enraged noises that my blog is nigh on unsearchable so who the fuck knows when i actually talked about it). sam more directly gets a lot of credits i think from preventing the (first) apocalypse by jumping into the cage, puts them all in the black possibly indefinitely :p but how many people died because dean killed death to save sam and sam needed to save dean by removing the mark and letting out the darkness. from dean stopping sam from dying to finish the trials and closing the gates of hell.

not even sure what i'm arguing here. get over it, bucko? you've done worse? lol i don't know. round and round we go. we've been down this road too many times and i'm tired. yeah, he said yes. he thought he could make deal with michael that he'd uphold, and he didn't. and we're always gonna swim around in dean's neverending crushing guilt

jack's got the (magical??) consumption apparently

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#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x03 #robert berens #john fitzpatrick #spnwhinge

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Hi! May I request a vanitas x reader? where reader is a vampire and vanitas wants the reader to drink his blood. After many hesitation the reader finally gives in but feels guilty for liking his blood and hurting him from drinking his blood

Hi! Yes of course! But first off all let me apologize for taking so long and second of all... I kinda went overboard and got pretty much side-tracked so it may be way too long and not what you had in mind at all. I hope you don't mind! And if you do, feel free to send in a new ask! But until then enjoy!

~Vanitas with a reader who is hesitant to drink his blood~

Lately you felt on edge everytime you would meet up with your boyfriend Vanitas.

For quite some time now he has been pestering you about drinking his blood when you're together. He claimed he is curious how it would feel having someone you love (you blushed at that and his teasing undertone) drink your blood and experience the side effects, good and bad.

Vanitas liked to tease you, a lot, that you must be curious how his blood tastes and how sweet you must think it smells everytime he comes back with new scratches after another cursebearer healing escapade, that you so graciously always patched up for him.

But you refused every time, saying that you don't want to hurt him. Even as a vampire, spilling even a drop of blood of someone precious to you made you uneasy, especially when that person in question was a human, a really strange one, but still a human. And they were much more fragile than vampires und you were really afraid of accidentally hurting him as well.

But that didn't mean that Vanitas' teasings didn't have some truth to them. You really thought that his blood smelled sweet and you were sure that it must taste just as delicious. You knew Noé shared the same sentiment, so it wasn't like you were the only vampire Vanitas' blood had such an effect on.

And that was another reason that made you restrain yourself. You didn't want him to see you as just another vampire after his blood. You knew there must have been plenty in his life time already.

But it wasn't until a few days later, that this internal conflict of yours would finally come to an end

(scenario under read more for length)

It was another night where you were waiting in Noé and Vanitas' shared hotel room at hotel chou chou for both of them to return since they've been out to take care of another cursebearer that's been making the news lately.

You always stayed up waiting for them since you took it upon yourself to help both of them with their scratches and wounds they would obtain during the fights with a cursebearer. They assured you it wouldn't take more than a few hours but the clock was already nearing the 1AM mark and you were impatiently pacing around the room. Even though you knew that they both knew what they were doing, it still made you nervous to think about possible complications. What if they've run into Chasseurs?

It wasn't until way past 2AM that the door finally opened. You turned around to see only Vanitas stepping into the room, quite battered up, but still showing a smirk as he sees you waiting for him, first-aid kit in hand.

"Ah, (Y/N), how nice to see you waiting for me~"

"What took you so long? And where is Noé?" you approached him with an worried expression.

Vanitas' smirk turned into a sigh.

"The whole case took an unexpected turn and as it turned out we had to deal with more than one patient" he explained.

You threw a quick look over his shoulder and to the door. Noé didn't come back yet.

"And where is Noé?"

The young man walked past you and threw himself onto his bed with a groan, you sat beside him.

"Apparently we made quite the ruckus while trying to restrain the cursebearers so I could heal them and it seems like even old man Orlok took notice and sent his two servants to assist us. Since they have to report back to him, Noé, the fool, insisted that he comes with so he could tell our side of the incident, too. I hope they escort him back, I don't feel like getting him" he explained and mumbled the last part face-down into his pillow.

You gave him a once-over.

"Seems like they really got you this time, huh?"

Your boyfriend only grumbled in response and you opened up the first-aid kit.

With a quick glance at your exhausted looking boyfriend you added, "Guess I'll have to stay here the whole night then, since I'll have to wait for Noé"

Vanitas looked up from his pillow with a smirk.

"Ooooh, so (Y/N)-Chan and I will have the whole night for ourselves~ What could we be possibly doing-Ouch!" you interrupted him with a slap on the back of his head.

"I can tell you what I will be doing. I'll patch up your wounds. And you will follow my instructions, so sit up and take off your coat. I don't want you bleeding into the blanket more than necessarily. Poor Amelia always has to clean up the mess"

He followed, but not without some grumbling, and threw his coat over the nearest chair, then he took off his tie-ribbon and started with the buttons of his dress shirt when he hesitates.

You knew why. You knew about Doctor Moreaus' human experiments and the scars. You've seen them before, even though on accident, but a few days later on a quiet night Vanitas relented and finally told you a few things about his past. You noticed that he omitted a lot of Information then, but you didn't care since you were happy enough that he would tell you anything so personal in the first place.

"It's fine," you reassured him. That made him undo the rest and throw the shirt over the same chair as his coat before sitting down on his bed next to you.

He was quiet. From exhaustion, you assumed, so you began to clean his wounds with antiseptic and dress them in bandages and band-aids. It was a quiet process and when you finished you got up to store away the first-aid kit when two arms sneaked around your waist and you were suddenly sitting on Vanitas' lap, your back on his chest, with him grinning up at you while placing his chin on your shoulder.

"Soooo, now that you have finished helping me, don't you think it's time that I help you?" he asked with an suggestive undertone.

"In what way?" you asked, trying to ignore the intense look in his eyes you looked away.

"Well, for starters you could drink my bloo-"

"NO!" your head whipped around to face Vanitas again, "I told you, I don't want to hurt you, so I won't"

Vanitas gave you a smile, "Ah but I already told you, your fang's venom will make this so much more bearable and, dare I say, pleasurable for me, and you of course, so there is no need to worry. And I know you'll be gentle" he started, "and also I've seen the way you looked at my blood during the wound-cleaning, while I commend your self-restraint I know that the smell of my blood must seem quite intoxicating to you and since it's you, I'll be more than happy to indulge you. Let's call it a gift from me to you for always helping me, how about it?"

You hesitated. You've had this exact same conversation many times before but this time there was a small part telling you to just listen to Vanitas saying that it's alright.

But is it really? Just because he says so? He tends to do things he doesn't 100% agree with , that much you have learned. So was this really coming from his heart or from this dark, self-destructive part of him that sometimes seems to take hold of him. You didn't want that and it scared you to think you could do things to him he doesn't want. So you don't.

You tried to stand up and get out of this grip but he tightened his grip around your waist, not enough to hurt but enough for you to know that he won't let go so easily.

"I just don't understand. Does it... make you that uncomfortable?" his voice was quiet and he had a thoughtful look on his face, almost sad, "or do I?"

At that you turned around in his arms and took his face in your hands. His somber face made you sad yourself, you just couldn't let him think that it's his fault when it's you overthinking everything.

So you decided to tell him what's plaguing your mind lately.

"No, that's not it! Vanitas, you're right, I want to drink your blood. To be honest I have never in my life smelled something sweeter than yours. And yes, I want to know how it tastes so bad but I can't. I don't want to be like every other vampire that ever wanted to drink your blood. I love you, Vanitas, so I don't want to hurt you, how could I hurt someone I love? That's impossible!"

You fell silent after your little outburst. Vanitas didn't say anything, his head down. His shoulders begin to slightly shake and you thought he was about to cry.

"V-vanitas...?"

He burst out into laughter, shaking you with him in his arms. You didn't know whether to be offended that he was laughing at what you just told him or to be sad that he wasn't taking you seriously. Before you could voice your anger he suddenly looked up, directly into your eyes, a care-free smile on his face like you've never seen before and sparkles in his eyes. Taken aback you didn't know what to say.

Your boyfriend chuckled, "My, you're quite the overthinker, aren't you, my dear (Y/N)?"

You were confused and it was visibly showing on your face.

Vanitas took his hands from your waist and instead grabbed yours and held them against his chest.

"(Y/N)" he addressed you, voice and expression changing into a serious tone," do you really think I would offer anyone my blood? No, I'm not even giving a single drop to Noé, that idiot, nor would I offer it to anyone else but you. You know why? Because I..." he took a deep breath, "I care about you, more than anyone else. I know that you're not like anyone else, otherwise I wouldn't show myself this... This vulnerable to you. I trust you. And I appreciate your help with everything and while, yes, I'm also really curious about you drinking my blood, I also really want to give something back to you. For not leaving me and always being at my side" during his speech his voice became quieter and while a small blush started to dust his cheeks he also started to avert your gaze, being embarassed. A really cute and almost enticing sight, you thought, especially since he's still completely shirtless.

And it wasn't like you weren't blushing yourself.

Vanitas being so open about himself and his feelings was something really rare and completely unexpected. This way he was much more agreeable unlike his always closed off and teasing side.

He gulped but didn't dare look up when he said, "I... Want to give myself to you. My blood and everything else if you want..."

This raw display of emotion and trust touched a place deep inside your heart and you could feel tears forming into your eyes. You were glad Vanitas felt this way, the same as you did for him.

"So it is okay for me to drink your blood? You really want it, too?"

Finally he looked at you again, still blushing but with a small smile, "Yes, take as much as you want"

And with these last words, after all this time of second guessing yourself, every guilty thought and restraint flew off you. Vanitas released your hands he still held and you immediately grabbed him by his bare shoulders, leaning down to his neck and sinking your fangs into his flesh, the sweetest liquid you've ever tasted soon filling your mouth.

You heard him hiss and tensed up, immediately wanting to pull away but he placed a hand on the back of your head and began to caress your hair, telling you that it's fine and to keep going.

At that you relaxed again, leaning against him and causing him to sink on his back onto the bed, you hovering above him, still drinking from him. You could hear his breath starting to get quite heavy and coming out in little puffs.

He seemed quite... Taken with the situation he's in, skin blushed and more warm to the touch than usual. And so were you. Drinking his blood meant that you were also ingesting your own venom your fangs simultaneously have been injecting him with and it's side effects made you feel quite warm inside yourself. Warm and calm, and above all, connected with Vanitas like you've never felt before. It was a truly divine feeling and it felt... addicting...?!

You pulled your fangs from your boyfriends' neck and sat up, searching for any signs of discomfort in him, while licking any remaining blood from your lips. But he only looked back up at you, eyes lidded, breathing heavily and blushing, holding his mouth shut with one hand.

"Are you alright?" you asked concerned. He gulped and nodded, taking a moment to collect himself before he answered, albeit a bit shakily, "I'm fine, really"

You let out a relieved breath and let your self sink down onto his chest again and began to think to yourself. You really liked his blood, it was the best you ever tasted and it was already clear to you that you wanted to drink it again. But was that really alright? What if after this experience he never wanted to experience again? Would it be your fault?

A hand on your head made your train of thought stop.

A small chuckle erupted from your boyfriends' chest, "Hehe, would you stop thinking so much about it, I'm fine and you did very well"

"Really? You mean it?"

"Yes"

You looked up to him and noticed him intensely staring at you. Your gaze was slowly drawn down to his lips. He noticed and did the same, taking the initiative and slowly drawing closer, your lips almost touching when...

Boom! The door flew open. You both practically flew apart.

"VANITAS, (Y/N), LOOK! COUNT ORLOK GAVE ME SOME SNACKS FOR MURR- uhm. Am I interrupting something?"

"NOÉ?!?/NOÉ-SAN!?!"

Well, that was awkward.

Thank you for your request! 💙

Link to the masterlist~

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Melodious Mourning

***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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in your head. // weki meki, kdy. // one-shot.

in which you were forced to face your deepest fears the one time you were finally able to fall asleep after an exhausting day. fortunately enough, doyeon was right there to help you through it.

word count: 3.6k

author's note: happy new year! let's kick the year off with a doyeon fluff! wishing all of us a good start for this year~ let's also manifest an early weme comeback because we all need to see more of them hehe. i hope you all enjoy this!

tags: hurt/comfort, wlw, idol!reader, weki meki 9th member!reader, (mutual-ish?) pining, fluff, friends to something more, nightmares, token tom & jerry members except this one time, anybody else just think and freak out in the middle of the night, and they were roommates!

warnings: none.

"Please get along this one night," Suyeon makes sure to tell you and Doyeon just before the two of you could make it inside your shared bedroom. "I forbid you, both of you, from waking me up in the middle of the night just because one of you decides to be an ass and steal a pillow from the other." And with that, your tired leader drags her feet towards her room, and shuts the door loudly. She makes sure you and Doyeon hear the sound of the doorknob locking.

"Hmph. I didn't like how she was looking at me the whole time she said that. You're the pillow hogger." Doyeon nudges your arm as she steps inside the room. Too exhausted to start another arguement for the umpteenth time today, you walked straight towards your closet and started taking out some change of clothes.

Doyeon does the same, and immediately runs in the bathroom. "Dibs!" She yelled before shutting the door close. You really didn't have the energy to fight over who gets to shower first, so you accept defeat and sat on the floor, patiently waiting for your roommate to finish up.

You pressed your back against your bed stand, and rested your head on the side of your bed. You try your best to fight off your fatigue. There was nothing worse than going to sleep without washing up first.

After years of debuting, you thought that you would get used to all the late night practices, rigorous dance lessons, anxiety-inducing vocal lessons, and the pressure from the general public, but you were so horribly wrong. In fact, the longer time passes, the harder everything becomes. Sometimes it would all become too much and you just wanted to run away from it all, but this was your dream. And it was your members' dream too.

And as much as you would willingly trade Doyeon to Satan himself for a pair of Dollar Store sunglasses, you would also do everything to keep her dreams alive. Those were the things that kept you going. But sometimes, of course the pressure would just be too great of a burden to shoulder, and all you would want to do was lay down and be a normal person for a few hours.

Only a few hours, then you would go back to eager stares, rumors, back-handed compliments, blatant hate, and everyone and their mothers looking into your business. Some dream this is.

You blinked. No. This was a far greater dream than that.

You loved being on stage. Having everyone's eyes and attention on you was one of the best feelings ever. Of course, you would get a little nervous every time you get on for the first time in the day but once you open your mouth and sing, nobody can say that you were the timid airhead member. Perhaps there were people that had a thing or two to say about your personality or how you approach and perceive the world around you, but they couldn't deny that you had incredible talent. And they've only seen so little of what you can do.

Things like this get you excited about your group's future. You knew that you all could do amazing things together, just give it time. We will all get there.

It didn't take long before you started dozing off. The sound of the water running was somehow able to clear your mind, and soon enough you were completely passed out.

"Hey, dum-dum, it's your turn on the show--"

Doyeon feels like she almost stepped on some eggshells when she saw you sitting on the floor in deep slumber. She closes her mouth, opting to shut up and let you rest peacefully this one time. Normally, Doyeon would have sat on her bed, dry her hair, and laugh quietly to herself while watching you sleep while sitting up, but that would have been months ago, when Doyeon had a... much more different perspective on you.

The tall girl bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting back and forth between your figure and her own bed. She was exhausted and she wanted nothing more than to lie down, but instead she approaches you and crouches down. She'll kill me if she wakes up while I'm doing this.

It takes a solid minute, but Doyeon takes you into her arms. She was surprised at how light you were despite your height, which almost matched hers. Doyeon carefully puts you down your bed and she really should have just left you there all alone, but she stays still. She stares at your face, fascinated by your features and how regal you looked asleep. She could only wish that she looked that beautiful while sleeping.

Doyeon's heart rate picks up when she realizes what she was doing, and she quickly stands up, clearing her throat. "See you in the morning when you inevitably yell at me for letting you sleep with your makeup on, Aurora." She says before sitting back down on her bed.

She avoids looking at you for quite some time as she always does from time to time. It became quite a shame, because as much as of an annoyance she was to you all the time, you were quite a sight to behold. Doyeon tried to convince herself that being a brat towards you was just for fanservice, but eventually, that turned into something else. Doyeon relished in the feeling of having all of your attention on her. She loved the look on your face whenever she'd bothered you, it only made her want to tease you more.

But then you'd calm down and do your best to not pay attention to the pain in the ass that is Kim Doyeon, and you'd look away from her. Back then, Doyeon would just be all smug, thinking that she won your daily 'bout' but eventually she found herself to be completely staring at you while you do something else. Doyeon was all too focused on bringing out the less pretty parts of you that she never noticed how well you took care of the members, even Doyeon herself, in your own way.

And how could Doyeon forget the many times she fell asleep on her bed after getting off work and finding her blanket magically wrapped around her? It was you who had always been watching out for her. That was probably how you knew the things that would piss her off when you become the aggressor sometimes.

Thinking about it all, Doyeon sighs heavily. She puts her towel down and once again walks over to your side. She scratched the back of her neck, a blush creeping up on her cheeks before she reaches out to you. Doyeon's hand stops halfway, however, when she saw the look on your face.

Not very long ago, it seemed like you were the happiest napper ever, but now you just looked like you were having the worst time of your life. Doyeon panics. What the hell is she supposed to do?

Someday, all of this will end. All of them are going to move on from it, and I'm going to be stuck begging for the hands of time to be turned back to live my dream for one second more.

Will any of them stay? Haerim-unnie? Hyojung? Soeun?

Doyeon? Will she leave too?

You find yourself in your own version of paradise, a place you've built in your head. It was where most of your happiest, weirdest, and scariest dreams alike took place. You imagined your paradise to be a whole world, but there was really only one place that you were mostly in whenever you dreamed.

It was near the edge of a cliff. There was a big table with nine seats surrounding it, obviously it was meant for you and your members. In front of you all was a view like no other; a whole darn waterfall, which was always shining no matter if it was night or day.

Usually, the seats would be mostly or completely filled with your members, either chatting or bickering or bonding, while you watched them adoringly. But today, the seats were empty because your members had gone up and left. You were watching them leave from your seat, right at the center, and you couldn't move.

Doyeon was the last to stand up. You couldn't tell if she was leaving or staying. You couldn't see the look on her face because her back was facing yours. You watched her figure closely, heart beating loudly against your chest.

Will you leave me too?

As if she heard your thoughts, Doyeon turns her head over her shoulder, looking at you with a pitiful look on her face. You couldn't tell if she was apologizing for what she was about to do, or if she genuinely felt bad for your state. She says something, but you don't hear it over the sound of the waterfall.

Kim Doyeon starts following after your members, and just then, you hurriedly stood up from your seat, nearly pushing it over the cliff from the force. You chased after Doyeon desperately. Somehow, you were fine with the other members going about their life, but the thought of Doyeon of all people leaving you alone... just thinking about it was torturing you.

You stretched out your hand, and just when it looked like you were about to reach her, she just moves so much farther away. You tried to run faster as much as your body screamed for you to stop, but you couldn't go any further than where you were.

I'm stuck.

Eventually, your paradise was gone, and there was only an endless field of nothingness. You screamed each of your members' names, but you only heard it being yelled back at you. The air was still, there were no clouds in the sky— no birds either.

You were alone, and none of them were going to come back. Not Haerim, not Soeun, and not Doyeon.

Doyeon...

You wake up with a deep gasp, startling one Kim Doyeon who had been walking back and forth on the side of your bed for minutes too long.

"What the fuck! I thought you were getting possessed by our sleep paralysis demon! I was about to call an exorcist— goddamn!" Doyeon runs a shaky hand through her partly dried hair. She rambles in a panicked tone some more, but immediately quiets down when you poke her stomach three times.

Her eyes widened when you clutched onto the hem of her shirt and pulled her close while tears formed in your eyes. You looked up at her, and she really was there.

It was a dream. Of fucking course it was, but...

There was a part of you that didn't want to believe that dreams were inklings of what could happen in the future just this one time. But it was all so realistic. It was terrifying.

"Hey, hey," Doyeon's voice wavers when you start crying. You bowed your head down, refusing to let her see your pitiful face. Doyeon starts caressing locks of your hair while you hugged her waist tightly. She takes your hand with her free one, intertwining your fingers. "It's okay, (Y/N). It was just a nightmare."

You calm down soon enough, but you kept your head buried in Doyeon's tummy. You were too embarrassed to let go and act like nothing happened. Somehow, Doyeon doesn't seem to mind.

"Hold on, I'll get you some water, 'kay?" Doyeon gently pulls away and leaves the room. The cold immediately settles on your skin, opting you to wrap your blanket around your shoulders. You hugged your knees and waited patiently.

As expected, dread suddenly starts to fill your head the longer Doyeon was gone.

What if she was put off by the way you were acting? What if she thinks you were weird? What if she doesn't come back because you've scared her off?

What if Doyeon really leaves?

You shut your eyes tight. It was getting ridiculous at this point. It was like your own mind wanted to torture you until you were a mess in the head. Still, you couldn't push away any of the thoughts with positive ones because they all seemed plausible.

Thankfully, your doubts were soon erased when you hear Doyeon's voice from outside. She was bickering with Yoojung.

"You telling her yet?"

"Go to sleep before I pour all of this water on top of your head, squirt."

"Yeah, yeah. You're gonna thank me for encouraging you when you finally kis--"

"Go!"

Doyeon enters the room a few moments later, closing the door with a defeated sigh. You could still hear Yoojung snickering outside.

"What was that about?" You asked, eyeing Doyeon with curiosity. The tall girl stands still by the door, her eyes darting everywhere, before she approaches you with a glass of water in hand.

"Nothing! Just... Yoojung being an ass." Doyeon places the glass on your bed stand, then she sits beside you. You decide not to dwell on it any longer.

You and Doyeon were silent. You knew what she was waiting for; for you to elaborate whatever the hell happened inside your head. What you didn't know is if whether or not she truly wanted to hear it all. Looking at Doyeon now, she wasn't wearing her usual sneer and playful-mocking eyes. Maybe she really did want to know, but how were you supposed to explain it all?

You were never the most open to your members about your inner thoughts after all. In fact, it was all of them that come to you whenever they struggle with something that is too much for them to handle. You were a great listener, and an even better problem solver. You weren't used to being the one who needs the help.

But perhaps that was a problem. Maybe this was the source of your dreams. It was that lack of personal connection with your groupmates from your end. They've reached out for you, showed you their true colors, but they haven't even seen a speck of yours.

"Do you want me to get the water running for you? It takes a minute or two to start warming up." Doyeon says carefully. (Almost stepping on eggshells, once again.) You don't look at her, still deep in thought. (Doyeon bites her nails nervously. She cursed you for not being more of an open book.)

"I'll... get it started then." Doyeon stands up. Within two steps, she reaches the bathroom door. She wraps her hand around the doorknob, and she turns it. You clenched your fists. Now or never, literally.

"You were leaving," You muttered. You were afraid that you were a little too quiet, but Doyeon heard you loud and clear. She turns around, silently encouraging you to continue with concerned eyes. "All of you. Even... God, even Haerim-unnie."

(A part of Doyeon's heart breaks at the sight of the upset look on your face. She knew just how much you adored Haerim among all of the members. I can't imagine seeing the person you basically see as your older sister leave you just like that. Oh, how much Doyeon wanted to take you into her arms and shield you from it all.)

"You were the last. I thought you'd want to stay. It looked like you were going to... but you just left like the others did," Your voice started shaking at the memory. "I tried to run after you all but I was just... not moving. And none of you were coming back. Then I was just alone, and I—" You shake your head, not wanting to think about that nightmare anymore.

"I'm so afraid that it means what I think it means," You looked at Doyeon. You couldn't read her expression, not very well at least. "Are you... are you going to leave me?" You felt ridiculous saying your greatest fear out loud, but it was progress. Doesn't make it any less dehumanizing, though.

To your surprise, Doyeon drops to both of her knees to the ground in front of you. She smiles up at you, genuinely, and takes both of your hands in hers. You've never been this close to her, only during songs where the choreography forces the two of you to be close. You never realized how big and pure her eyes really were. This is the same girl that pisses me off every second of the day?

"I'm really sad that you think we could just leave you all alone like that. I mean, have a little more faith," Doyeon laughs. You couldn't help but laugh yourself. "We all love you, (Y/N). Just because a nightmare told you otherwise doesn't mean it could be true. And don't say anything about how dreams are foreshadowing or whatever because I'll say this over and over again if I have to; I love you, and stop being so superstitious!" Doyeon lightly slaps your shoulder. Her laughing fit stops when she'd realized what she just said, then her whole face warms up.

You pull away from her hands, staring at her intently. (Doyeon's heart drops to her stomach. Fuck. This isn't how she was supposed to tell you.) Doyeon starts panicking again, "I-I didn't mean that I love you like that. Like, I do really love you as a friend, a member, and everything in-between b-but not like that! Not saying that I wouldn't grow to love you like that, but— you know what I mean, right? (Y/N)?"

Smiling, you cupped her cheeks tenderly and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

(Doyeon feels as if time completely stopped. Her heart blooms, and every nerve in her body just screamed at her to seize this chance.)

"I understand. And I love you too, as a friend, a member, and everything else in-between." You said, repeating her rambling. Although you weren't quite sure if friends held each other this way for this long.

Doyeon reaches up to hold your hands, but she doesn't remove them from her face. She runs her thumb over your knuckles, sending your heart into overdrive. Doyeon boosts herself up and catches your lips with hers, making your hands rest on top of her shoulders. Though this was completely unexpected to you, you accepted her affection, and didn't dare to pull away.

Someone you didn't expect to feel this way for you was indeed Doyeon, but maybe you should've seen it coming. You've seen all the hints but failed to put it all together. It now makes sense why she has been going easy on you with her teasing lately, how she has been lingering closer to your side, and how you would sometimes catch her staring at you with entranced eyes. You smiled into the sweet kiss, you didn't know Doyeon could be so cute when she crushes on someone.

"What's so funny?" Doyeon asks when you part shortly, catching your breaths.

You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and adore her for a few seconds. Doyeon really is beautiful.

"You." You replied. Doyeon raises an eyebrow, but you shake your head. You cup her cheek and swoon at the way she closes her eyes and leans into your touch. God, she could have your whole heart right there. You slowly swipe your thumb over her lips.

"You know that was my first kiss?" Upon hearing the fun fact, Doyeon's eyes snap open.

"You're joking," You shake your head again. Doyeon's eyes only widen in bewilderment. "No way! But you've always been so cute!" The tall girl exclaimed.

You grinned, "Thank you. But I guess I just wasn't... kissing material for everyone."

Doyeon softly smiles, "Well, I'm honored to be your first kiss." She giggles and places a quick peck on your lips. "And second."

You lean in and kiss her properly. (Doyeon was pleasantly amused, and suspicious. Because how could you be so good at kissing already?!) When you pull away, you could feel Doyeon's adoration for you through her eyes and your chest warms up. "Third." You whispered.

(And hopefully your last.)

"Don't go anywhere, okay?" You say as you approach the door to the bathroom. Doyeon was now sitting on your bed, half tucked in while holding one of your books on her lap.

"I won't," Doyeon smiles endearingly at you. "I promise."

And you believe her.

When you come out of the bathroom after the excrutiatingly long time it took for you to dry your hair, Doyeon was still on your bed, waiting patiently and surprisingly invested in the book she was reading. She closes it once you join her on the bed, and almost automatically, she leans closer to you.

"Ready to sleep?" She asked. You nodded, and she turns off the lights.

Doyeon threads her fingers through your hair again, and you can't think of anything else that brings you a sense of comfort and safety. Immediately, your eyes start getting heavy and even more when Doyeon completely wraps her arms around your figure.

Doyeon kisses your forehead, and you fall into a comfortable sleep.

You were in your paradise for the second time that night. This time, the events were so much more different.

You were approaching the cliff where all of your members were gathered. You watched them as they chatted amongst themselves. You wanted to join them, but you hesitated.

Do they even want me there?

As moved to step away, one Kim Doyeon stands beside you and takes your hand. "Let's not keep them waiting."

Doyeon leads you towards the big table, and the way she held your hand tightly assured you that she, as well as your members, will never leave.

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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If you still haven't reached ur 25 requests limit, can I ask for the brothers hanging out with MC at a party when an old flame (of the brothers) approaches them and they get overly comfortable with them but because their old flame is drunk and they don't want to seem rude in front of everyone they tolerate them for most the night until it's time to go home and their old flame insists on the brothers escorting them home, and they feel like they can't say bc they are drunk, so the brothers walk them home and as they walk back to the house of Lamentation they call MC to apologize for the night and let them know nothing happened between them and their old flame when they took them home but MC seems unbothered by it and replies "you don't have to explain yourself to me, after all we're just friends and you're free to do whatever you want." Genuinely unbothered, but the brothers are because they thought they were dating considering they've been on a lot of dates as of recently and expected MC to sound jealous, so they basically tell MC that they are dating and MC is like "you never formally established our relationship, and if you want to be my s/o you're going to have to ask me to my face." How would they handle the situation? I hope it made sense... I know my request is pretty long just to get that out but I hope it okay! Good luck!

I don’t even know what to title this so uhhhh…

Brothers When MC Doesn’t Think They’re Dating but the brothers think they are dating and… we’ll just jump right in alright here we go

These got really long so... under the cut!

Lucifer

He didn’t expect to see them there, it had been so long he barely even remembered them until they came up to him. It had been decades… centuries even since he had seen the person, but when they came up to him he could tell they were visibly drunk. Now, Lucifer was an asshole, sure, but he couldn’t be rude to them, especially when everyone was watching him. He grinned and beared it, even when they were clinging to his arm, he didn’t brush them off. You weren’t around when it was time to leave and he thought that maybe you had just gone to the bathroom or something until his brothers told him that you had left a while ago. All he wanted to do was go back to the house and explain to you what had happened, but of course his ex would practically beg him to walk them home. He made it quick, making sure they got back to where they needed to be before zapping himself back to the House of Lamentation, making his way up to your room and knocking on the door and slowly opening it, seeing that you were already in bed. “That person… they weren’t-” You cut him off, laughing softly as you rolled your eyes at him. “You can do whatever you want, Lucifer. It’s not like we’re a thing.” He was confused, shocked even. The two of you weren’t a thing? “Of course we are.” You pushed yourself off the bed, walking over to him, staring him in the eye as you folded your arms across your chest. “If you really want to be with me, then you’re going to have to say it, not just assume it.” He smirked, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly in his own, his eyes serious as he stared deep into yours.

“Darling, would you, officially, be mine?”

Mammon

Getting you to go to the party was something that he was immensely proud of. He had promised to stay by you the entire time, and he had stayed true to his word. Honestly, he didn’t want you to leave his side at all, he was always worried that your attention would sway from him, so he tried to keep you focused on himself. What he wasn’t expecting was for someone to grab his attention, not just his attention, but they physically grabbed him, pulling him away from you. He wasn’t like Lucifer, and he had his fair share of exes and flings, so it took him a while to remember who exactly they were. Their lingering lips against his neck sent the memory coursing through his brain, and he quickly pulled back with a flushed face. He didn’t want to be rude, but he also didn’t want to upset you. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, he didn’t have it in him to actually be rude, so he put up with them, allowing them to drunkenly follow him around the party as he looked for you. “Oi, where ya goin’?” You were already heading out the door, not only that, but you were still smiling. Were you not upset at all that his ex was hanging all over him? That didn’t make any sense. When they asked for him to walk him home, he reluctantly obliged, he still had an image to keep up with the public, but the entire time his mind was on you. As soon as he dropped them off, he started racing back to the house, pulling out his phone to call you. “Y/N. Why’d ya leave early? I swear, they mean nothin’ tah me. Yer the only one for me, ya know that, right?” Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he called, he also wanted to make sure that you made it back to the house in general. He would have hated himself if anything happened to you. But he also needed you to know that there was nothing going on. “Oh… okay? I just went back to study, it was getting late. I didn’t care.” He froze up, his heart sinking a little. “Whadda ya mean ya don’t care? We’re datin’, right?” Please say yes. All he wanted to hear was a simple yes, to validate his own thoughts and his feelings. “Uhm… no? You never said that we were.” You were right, he hadn’t. He didn’t waste any time, quickly sprinting back to the house and barging through your bedroom door and pulling you from your chair into his arms.

“Yer the only one I wanna be with, I want to be with ya all the time… whadda ya say?”

Leviathan

Parties weren’t his thing. Leaving his room wasn’t his thing, and if he had it his way he would just stay in his room all day with you. As life would have it though, Asmo had invited everyone in the house to a giant party the Levi didn’t even know what it was for. He was practically dragged out of the house, and the only reason he even allowed himself to be dragged out was because you were going. You looked amazing and he didn’t want anyone else looking at you, so he kept you close, his arm wrapped around you tightly as he moved you through the crowds, making sure that no one else even touched you. He heard his name, drunkenly called out from across the room and he tried to ignore it, smiling softly down at you, hoping that you weren’t mad at him. Then he felt something, someone, wrap their arms around him, causing you to pull away. “W-Wait, Y/N!” He tried to call out to you, but the music was so loud and you had already walked away. He finally looked down, realizing who the person was immediately and wanting nothing more than to grab you up and run back to the house, but he couldn’t. Lucifer would scold him for being rude, and he really didn’t want to deal with that, so he put up with it, putting on a fake smile all while internally screaming because you weren’t right there next to him. He was already irritated that he had to come out in the first place, you had gone off somewhere and he didn’t even know where you were at this point, and now his ex was asking him to walk them home. Of course, the one person that he’s been with within the last eon would be at the party too. He couldn’t say no though, it would cause an unwanted and unneeded altercation. He made it quick, pulling out his phone before even saying bye to them so he could call you. “Y/N… a-are you mad at me? Did you already go home? Are you alright?” He could barely even get the words out, he was worried and upset with himself for even letting this happen. He should have just stayed home, he should have just kept you there with him. “Why would I be mad, Levi? I’m fine. I’m about to go to bed.” Fine? You were fine? How could you be fine? Were you not even slightly jealous? Sure, you had no reason to be, but he would have been jealous if what had happened to him happened to you. “Well I… I just thought that… since we… you know… we’re… you’re my... “ He heard you laugh on the other line and almost died. “Oh… am I? Are we? You never told me that.” He didn’t know he actually had to tell you, he thought that he showed it enough. The rest of the way home he thought of how he would tell you, his heart racing so fast that it felt like it was going to burst through his chest at any moment. He felt like an idiot, an absolute fool for assuming that the two of you were already dating. He had to set things straight though, he needed you to be his. He walked into your room, his face already burning bright red as he sat on the edge of your bed, too nervous to even look at you as he spoke the words.

“I-I really like you… Y/N… and… I want us to be… t-together….”

Asmodeus

Of course he was going to the party. He didn’t really mind if you went or not, but he wanted you to go so he could show you off. He had been telling all of his friends about you and they all wanted to see you, so when you agreed to go to the party he was beyond excited. “This is going to be SO fun, Y/N! You’re going to love it!” The party itself was honestly just a bunch of people at a club, and you weren’t sure if there was even an occasion for celebrating, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. His hands were on you the entire time, moving his body against yours to the rhythm of the music, and you were pretty sure that this was as close to sex as two people could get in public with their clothes on. The loud squeal rang in your ear from behind him and then you felt the force of someone running at him, pushing the both of you forward as their arms wrapped around him. He didn’t seem fazed by it, he kept his hands on you as he turned around, giving this person his famous Asmo smile as they pushed themselves closer to him, their lips trying so desperately to land on any visible skin which he quickly dodged each and every time. You quickly moved out of his hold and nodded to him. “I’ll be heading home now. Clubs aren’t really my thing. I’ll see you back at the house.” He turned to you, still dodging kisses and politely swatting away their lingering hands. He was trying to find any type of hidden emotion, maybe jealousy, anger, something that would show him that you were possibly upset by the way this other demon was hanging on him. There was nothing, and he assumed that maybe you were just trying to be polite. His eyes followed your form as you moved through the crowds of people, watching as you walked out of the club, walked away from him. At that point he didn’t even want to be there anymore which felt kind of strange to even him. It just wasn’t fun without you there, he felt no need to even be out. What was even more strange was when he actually decided that he wanted to go home, he wanted to be with you. He nodded to his ex, who wasn’t even really an ex, more like a one night stand, trying his best to be polite as he shrugged them off, only to feel them basically tackle him again. They wanted him to walk them home, of course they did, and he was forcing a smile now, quickly leading them out of the club and back to their place. He pulled out his phone, expecting a text from you, but for once, his phone had no notifications at all. He sighed heavily, making his way back to the house to talk to you. This wasn’t a conversation to have on the phone, he needed you to know what had happened, or more like, what hadn’t happened. “Y/N, are you asleep already?” He hoped not, and he let out a breath of relief when he heard your voice from behind the door, quickly opening it and walking in to sit next to you on the bed, smiling proudly when he saw that you were in the process of doing your night time skin treatment. “I know what you’re thinking, but, I promise, pinky promise even, that I did nothing with them.” You looked up at him, laughing quietly before shaking your head. “That’s not what I was thinking at all. I wouldn’t have cared, you do you Asmo.” You went back to rubbing the lotion over your legs, still laughing to yourself, but he didn’t think this was funny at all. He didn’t even know what could have been funny. “Wait. Am I missing something? Did we break up? I don’t remember…” You looked at him, your eyebrows raised and your eyes wide, trying to hold back from laughing even harder. “We were… never together?” His mouth fell open, did you really not know that the two of you were dating? He tried to remember asking you out, but he realized that he never actually did it. He takes a deep breath, finally letting out a small giggle as he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

“We’re together now, Y/N. There we go! That’s better, isn’t it? You have nothing to be worried about. I’m all yours!”

Satan

Why he agreed to go to a party was beyond him. Someone must have asked while he was reading and he only agreed to shut them up, that had to be it, because he wasn’t having a good time, at all. The only thing, the only person really, that was keeping him from leaving already, was you. You seemed to be having a good time, and he liked seeing you happy, it made him happy as well. He was about to make his way across the floor to you, getting slightly antsy when he saw two demons come up to you and start talking, and, even though you didn’t seem scared or even bothered by it, he was. The voice, he knew it, and it made him physically cringe when he heard it, hoping that maybe they’d leave him alone, but he could hear that they were drunk and he knew they were coming right at him. Due to him being the Avatar of Wrath, many would think that he would have just blown them off, not really worrying about public image, but it was quite the contrary. Sure, he was annoyed, irritated, and the paper thin shred of patience that he had in the first place had finally completely disappeared, but he was very good at keeping his composure in situations like this. Plus, they were drunk so it would be useless and a waste of his energy to push them away, they’d just come right back to him. His eyes were trained on you the entire time though, and he wanted you to know that nothing was going on. The last thing he needed was an argument over this, so he pointed to the person before twirling his finger next to his temple, basically signing to you from across the room that they were drunk and crazy. Big brain Satan at work. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to give him a thumbs up, visibly laughing before pointing to your wrist and mouthing to him that you were going home. Why were you leaving? Were you upset? He tried to move away from his ex, but they moved with him and he was getting slightly jittery, wanting to follow you and make sure that you weren’t mad at him. “I have to go now.” He said sternly, but then they asked to be walked home and he couldn’t just say no. Well, he could have, but then he’d seem like a bad person and he didn’t want you to think that he was like that. He made it quick, not wasting a second before pulling out his phone and dialing your number, not even waiting for you to speak before he began talking. “You left early. Are you upset with me? I assure you, there was nothing between them and I. I just had to walk them home.” There was silence from your side for a couple seconds before you responded. “I was tired. I don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to me. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. I gotta go to bed now, see you in the morning.” You hung up the phone and he didn’t even know what to think, he wouldn’t have known what to say if you stayed on the line. He got back to the house, going straight to your room and turning on your lights, not really caring that you were already sleeping or that you seemed pissed at the intrusion. “What did you mean when you said we’re not dating? I thought we were. I took you on those dates to the library and the cafe…” He was honestly so confused. Were you using him? He wouldn’t allow that. You rolled your eyes, letting your head fall back on the pillow, groaning quietly. “You never asked, Satan. Assuming doesn’t count.” You were right… he hadn’t asked, but he wasn’t going to waste another second.

“Y/N, I want you to be with me. My life without you would be like an empty book, all paper and no writing. Do you want to be with me?”

Beelzebub

The game had been won, it called for celebration. He was the star player, of course, so that made him the most sought out person in the room. Everyone was hanging on him, circling around him like bees around their hive, and he wasn’t bothered by it, apparently it was normal. He spotted you in the crowd, trying to shimmy through everyone and make your way to him. He excitedly waved to you, trying to meet you somewhere in the middle so you didn’t get trampled on, you looked so small in the sea of people, but he was so happy to see you, and you were the only person he was looking for. He was almost there, just a few more steps and he’d be able to grab you and hug you, and that only made him more excited as well as impatient. He wasn’t expecting for one of the cheerleaders to jump in front of him, not just that, but jump into his arms as well. He instinctively caught them, but once he realized what was going on he looked back to you. His mouth hung open as his mind went through what you might be thinking, but you only smiled, shaking your head and turning back around. Were you crying? He felt awful, terrible. This isn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted to celebrate his big win with you. “I’m sorry, I need to get back home. I’m pretty tired.” He spoke softly to them, setting them down on the ground, catching them before they could stumble over. Of course they were drunk. He didn’t have the heart to leave them alone, not when they weren’t in the right state of mind, but he also didn’t want you to go back home and assume that he was doing anything behind your back. The cheerleader had been an ex of his, and it only made the entire situation seem even worse in his mind, his thoughts were eating away at him. He needed to get home, but he couldn’t leave his ex there, not when they were drunk, someone might take advantage of them, and no one deserves that. “I’m taking you home, alright?” They didn’t even have to ask, he was going home and so were they, and then he would set things straight with you. He dropped them off, making sure they got into their house before sprinting, literally sprinting, back to the house. He knew he would make it there in a matter of minutes, but he didn’t want you to wait that long, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket and called you. “Hey Beel. How’s the party going?” You seemed so calm, which both made him happy and confused at the same time. He’s glad that you’re not upset but… shouldn’t you be just a little bothered that there was another person in his arms? “I’m actually on my way home right now. I didn’t want to be there if you weren’t there too. I wanted to celebrate with my (boy/girl)friend…” He heard the fridge close on your end and then the sound of a chair scraping across the floor before you started talking. “Oh? Who’s that? Was that the person you were holding?” What? Now he was more confused. Were you joking? He didn’t really think it was funny, it actually made him sad. “No…? You are. Aren’t you?” Silence, the silence was the worst part for him. Why were you hesitating? It was a simple question. Yes or no. “I didn’t know it if I was. You never said anything about it. If that’s what you want, I’d like it if you asked straight to my face though.” He ran through the front door, going straight to where you sat in the kitchen, a big smile on his face as soon as he saw you.

“I’m sorry for not asking, Y/N. Would you like to go out with me?”

Belphegor

The fact that he actually got out of bed to go to a party is wild, but once he got there he dragged you to the comfiest surface and laid his head on your lap and somehow managed to fall asleep, even with all the commotion going on around him. “Belphie, I have to use the bathroom.” Not just that, but your legs were falling asleep and you needed to stretch them for a second. He hesitantly lifted his head from your legs, whining quietly because now he was awake and you were leaving. He watched you make your way to the bathroom, making sure you got there without anyone stopping you or talking to you or even looking at you in general. The seat shifted next to him and he side eyed the person, letting out a disgusted groan when he realized who it was. He scooted over a little, trying to get away from them, but they only scooted closer. When you came back from the bathroom he was about to tell you that he didn’t know that person at all, even though they were touching all over him and saying his name, he didn’t know them. He thought you’d be upset, he sure as hell would have been if he came back and saw that, but you only nodded, smiling to the person and then to him. “Cool, you have company. I’m gonna go dance for a bit.” Hold up… that was… that’s not what he wanted. That was the complete opposite of what he wanted. “No no no no!” You were already too far to hear him, he didn’t like that at all, so he moved across the floor until he reached you, becoming more and more annoyed when the person followed behind him. They were like a leach, and he wanted nothing more than to tell them to get away but he didn’t want to cause a scene, not right now at least. “They won’t leave me alone…” He tried to whisper to you, but you only laughed, shaking your head. “You’re going home? I… I can’t hear you!” He heard you clearly though, and he quickly nodded, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit. He looked behind him, hoping that the person had been left behind and he’d be able to just go home and fall asleep with you. He almost jumped when he saw the person, not only that, but they were really close. Their speech was slurred and their breath smelt of Demonus as they asked him to walk them home. “Fine. Y/N, are you coming?” Please say yes, please say yes. You looked at him as if he was crazy, snorting quietly and shaking your head. “No thank you. I’m not into that.” You went the other direction, walking back towards the House of Lamentation as his ex dragged him down the street. It took him a bit to figure out what you meant, but about a block away from their house it finally hit him. He pulled his hand away from them, groaning even louder now as he pulled out his phone, calling you quickly as he walked faster, wanting nothing more than to get back to you. He heard you pick up, the sound of your breathing in his ear let him know that you were about to speak, but he wouldn’t let you, not before he said what he needed to say. “I just need you to know that I’m not cheating. I would never do that.” He saw their house coming up, practically pushing them towards it as he turned around, waiting for your response. “Oh… Well that’s… it’s not cheating, Belphie. We’re just friends.” He pulled his phone away from his ear for a second, giving himself a second to let what you said sink in. “Uhm, no we’re not. You’re mine, obviously.” “Yeah, no… you can’t just say that over the phone. You’re gonna have to come back and tell me that.” He hung up, making his way back to the house and storming into your room, pulling you out of your bed and dragging you up to the attic.

“You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine… okay?”

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP 105 - Iris (New Character)

First Encounter You both met when you accidentally walked into Iris. This caused you both to accidentally drop your lunch and she felt so bad that she went up and got you another one. Later on, you both started to hang out big by bit and became close friends. Not only that, you've met Abel, though only through observation, and Cain, who was friendly and gave you a tour since you were new to the place.

Your Feelings for Her You've realised that you had feelings for her when you felt your heart pounded from just the thought of her came up. This was made prominent when Iris became more shy and attempted to flirt with you every time you both saw each other. Poor Cain was just sat there awkwardly while the other doctors began to notice the strange behaved and started to ship you both. It wouldn't have been too hard if it wasn't for the fact that you both were shy and awkward. Some like Clef and Bright would tease you where as Glass and Kondraki would just be in awe.

Her Confession Following the events from the above point, both you and Iris asked each other out a few hours after and you both said yes at the same time. Unfortunately for the both of you, you both happened to be outside of 035's testing room where he possessed a guy and heard the whole thing. Word spread across the foundation and everyone would either tease or be in awe from the sight of you both together. Cain would pop up now and again to check up on you and you both would tease him because he doesn't even have a partner yet and he's acting like a grandpa. You both constantly have him grey hair from your childish antics.

Date Dates with Iris would be rather sweet and most of the time, you'd be visiting others or just chilling. Sometimes you'd even go to 'God' and just have some small talks. Other times you'd be with 999 where you would share treats and enjoy the rest of your days outside. But most of the time, you'd be spending time alone together in her cell or if you're allowed to, have a stroll just outside the facility, with some guards monitoring you both obviously.

When she's jealous Don't. Ever. Make. Her. Jealous. Ever.

She looks kind and gentle on the outside, but in the inside, she could kill you instantly if she wanted to. The person who hit on you learnt this the hard way. Poor person thought you was single and attempted to flirt but failed miserably. Of course, our girl here, Iris, witnesses this in the corner and went out of her way to take you back. And arm over your waist and she stared daggers which sent shivers to the poor guy as he just ran. You thought she was cute and when she was flustered. Needless to say, you both stayed up the whole night.

When there's a containment breach Iris would be the mother hen when it came to containment breaches. She'd constantly worry about you which motivated her to search for you without rest and wouldn't listen to anyone at all. Not even 343, 999 or Cain. You'd be a bit more chilled about this, but you'd worry just as much and would instantly look for Iris if you weren't with her in the first place. One time you almost got hurt and Iris refuses to leave you alone ever again. This, of course, surprised the staff because they've never seen her so protective of you.

Yandere!SCP 105 Yandere!Iris would be the same as Jealous!Iris but with more possessiveness and a slight anger issue. Like she'd tie you up if she's feeling overly jealous and perhaps torture you if you'd flirt back just because. However, if she's feeling generous, she'd just have an arm around you and show some affection while staring venomous daggers to whoever if grabbing your attention. In conclusion, Iris would never ever attempt to hurt you on purpose and she's overly soft. Unless provoked obviously. Sometimes you'd even tell her that she's being paranoid and obnoxious to which she claims it's for your safety and she doesn't want anyone to take you away from her since she's experienced many things in the foundation.

How she reacts to her angry!S/O Let's say you both are such a loving and calm couple, so you both making each other mad would be rare and if it were to happen, you'd both cheer each other up. In this case, someone was trying to hit up Iris, your girl, and wanted to asked her out in a date. You overhearing this decided to storm up to the guy and gave him a good old punch in the eye which did resulted in him being taken to the medics. Iris had to restrain you and calm you down as the guards had to escort you both out of the area temporarily. Luckily, you went back to being your old self and had a talk with Iris to which she replied that you looked cute and hot when you're mad.

When someone tries to steal you away Iris' reaction wouldn't be too far of from jealous and Yandere!Iris but albeit softer and more worried. The only reason why someone would steal you away is either they're obsessed with you or they needed Iris to do something for them. In this case, the kidnapper wants Iris to do something for him because he has a hard time finding a certain SCP. He, let's call him John, was able to kidnap you because you weren't with Iris. You were supposed to meet up with her at 10:00 am but you never showed up. Iris went looking for you for 5 hours and none of the researchers had an idea of where you could've been. That's until a kind soul went to help Iris by contacting the O5 Councils and Bright went in to search. Turns out, John worked with the Serpents Hand and needed Iris to search for the SCP who kidnapped his younger brother, who in turn, worked for Chaos and Insurgency (Complicated, I know 😅). Luckily Dr. Bright and Iris managed to find you before anything could happen and Iris never left your side ever since.

(Sources - Pics: SCP 105)

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procrastination-queenie · 3 years

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Cheater || JHS

Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Pregnant wife!au Reader.

Synopsis: You're mad at your husband for something he didn't do.🤷��‍♀️

Warning: None. The reader is emotional because of pregnancy hormones.

Word count: 1,415.

Looking to when you were younger and reflecting now on your present you would consider yourself and your mum to be the best of friends. Thank God for having a healthy relationship with your parents; this allowed you to remember some of your heart-warming and funny moments that you've experienced with them. Your mum was and still is like any other woman who has a daughter would sometimes talk to you about how her day went, what made her happy, what made her super mad and so on, so it was not strange to confide in you with the silliest things that bothered her deeply. One of which those things that you oh so prayed to never pick up from her was how she tended to get suspicious of your dad because of a bad dream she has had.

"I think your dad is cheating on me!" She said, eyes widening, gazing at nothing probably recalling the events in her head.

"What makes you think that?" You asked turning upon hearing her sudden confession.

"I dreamt about it!" She answered you back with this certain tone as if to say 'duh' minus the eye roll.

Of course, it was not enough evidence to start doubting your dad, plus you assured her that your dad would never do such a thing because you knew him like the back of your hand. So, the matter would be brushed off with some laughter, joking about the whole thing with an "I can't believe you, mum!" Sometimes, after these little outbursts, if you may call it that, you prayed for your future-self to not be like your mum or like those women who suddenly think suspiciously of their partners because of a dream. It's not that there was something wrong about it; you just simply found it to be silly, and you didn't need to frighten off the opposite sex; it's enough how they freak out when you question them about the date of the day, and they start stuttering feeling like it's an important date that they've forgotten about and how they will never hear the end of it. So, you trusted your future-self to be the open-minded person you expected her to be and not get mad over such mundane things.

This; however, could not be applied to your state right now because fast forward a few years from that moment you've shared with your mum, here you are heavily pregnant during the last days of your 2nd trimester, washing the dishes with so much anger radiating off you as if the dishes were to blame for your current state. You feel so disappointed for letting down your younger-self; however, you can't shake off the feeling of betrayal and distress right now.

Poor Hoseok didn't know how to approach you since you woke up today with that attitude of yours, brushing it off as your pregnancy hormones, and that you were probably getting tired of carrying all that load around. He couldn't imagine the discomfort you were feeling, yet the alarming sound of the China dishes, that you both bought together before your wedding, being treated harshly made him sink into the sofa deeper and deeper hoping that it would somehow swallow him, shielding him from any possible outbursts, until your not so silent tantrum is over. This kind of behaviour confused him, it really did because your attitude screamed 'I AM MAD, AREN'T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?' but then again he remembers every single time he has tried to approach you since this morning to find out what's wrong, only to be met with the bloody red eyes of Scarlett the witch, something that definitely made him rethink the decision of approaching you in the first place. Nevertheless, the way that you slammed the plates and cups made him worry that you might hurt yourself in the process of trying to calm down by slamming everything you laid hands on.

Sighing, talking himself into why he can't back out now from talking to you, he reluctantly got up and walked towards you with a smile on his face that clearly displayed 'Please don't kill me,' on his features. "Babe do you need any hel-"

"BACK OFF, YOU CHEATER!" Your sudden outburst scared him before his face turned pale like a lily flower withering. Cheater? "How could you do this to me?" Putting down the dish that occupied your hand and the sponge that you were using. Hoseok ran over to you from behind the counter that he agreed with himself, during his pep talk before he approached you, to stand behind in case you decided to throw something at him. He turned off the faucet and turned you towards him so that you were facing him. "Y/n, what are you talking about?" He asked wiping away your tears. Cheater? Was some article released about him having an affair? Did someone tell you something? Did you misunderstand a photo that was probably taken of him with a fellow female artist that may have raised speculations? Because as far as your husband is aware he didn't drunkenly cheat on you, and he would never do such a thing because you were the love of his life. Why would he cheat on you? Hoseok was trying to calm you down so that you can answer the questions that were plaguing his mind in order for him to fix any misunderstanding if there's any.

"Tell me, do you love her that much to the point that you would leave your pregnant wife and run away with her? Huh?" You said looking at your husband, accusation burning through your eyes. "What?! Who are you even talking about?" Hoseok frowned reaching his peak of confusion.

"Amanda Seyfried!" You burst again looking at him as if how could he not know something like that.

Hoseok looked at you in disbelief, he has never in his entire life met Amanda Seyfried, yes he mentioned once before in an interview that she was his celebrity crush, and that was even before he met you, so he didn't understand what all the hype was about. "Babe, I've never met her! How could you accuse me of cheating on you with her when I never met her before?"

"I dreamt about it! Last night, you to-told me that you d-didn't love me anymore and that you're better off with her. Y-y-you also said that you wanted blond and blue-eyed b-babies!" You explain crying, again as you recalled the pain that you felt during the nightmare. It felt so real that you woke up with a pounding heart and teary eyes. "Why would I say that?" Hoseok stifled a laugh, reminding himself that these are just your hormones getting the best of you and that you're never like this. "Because you want your babies to look like her, the love of your life, that's what you said," you sniffed, wiping your eyes and nose. Hoesok laughed as he couldn't contain it anymore, "why are you laughing?" You pouted, frowning your eyebrows trying to look mad at him. "Baby, I would never, ever leave you for Amanda Seyfried," he laughed, pulling you into a warm hug to ease your nerves. "But it felt so real, it felt like you were really leaving me to be with her!" You pouted as you were about to cry again, making Hoseok take your face between his hands, thumb brushing your cheeks gently to calm you down. "I am so sorry baby you felt like that," he said pulling you in his arms, again. His heart clenched at your distress. "Come on, let's go sit down, you've been standing for too long," he said walking you slowly towards the sofa. Hoseok sat down as he laid your head on his lap, caressing your hair softly as you both watched the t.v. "y/n!" You hummed looking up at him. "I don't want blond and blue-eyed babies," he said smiling down at you. "You don't?" You asked softly, eyes filled with hope, like a kid on Christmas eve that hopes his name would be on Santa's list of the well-behaved children, as he told you so. "No, I don't." He answered shaking his head to put your thoughts at ease. "Good! Otherwise, you'd be dead!" Hoseok laughed at your sudden change of attitude, portrayed in your sharpe tone, knowing that you were not talking seriously and that it's just your hormones.

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normatural · 4 years

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JJ MAYBANK | HER

PART 1

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Summary: the reader had found herself in love with a certain blondie but his heart already belongs to someone else.

Warnings: angst

A/N: I still don't know how long this will be, but probably not longer than 10 parts.

They say the more you love someone, bigger is the pain and you couldn't agree more. Sitting on the back of boat with a beer in hand, you watched the group before your – or better, the blonde boy and Kie dancing.

She was one of your best friends and probably one of the niciest person you've ever met, it was great to have another girl on the group to chat about girly stuff but you couldn't help the feeling that always seemed to creep in your chest every time you watcher her and JJ together.

His eyes held a diffirent glow everytime she walked in the room but how could you blame him? Kie was beautiful, smart, rich and fun. She even helped baby turtles go to the ocean with safety and was so dedicated to her goal to do everything in her power to protect the earth.

How could you compete with her? How someone would look at you and feel something after they've met her?

"Hey, you good?" John B sat by your side, pushing you slightly with his shoulder, following your gaze until he found them.

He knew about your feelings for his best friend. it was during one of the parties on the beach when he found you drinking more alcohool that he thought it was possible for you, angrily wipping a tear from your cheeks as your eyes burned holes on the touront dancing agaisnt JJ and everything made sense in the moment.

"I'm pathetic." you mubled, laying your head on his shoulder as you tried to shift your gaze to somewhere else.

John B looked down at you, putting his arm around you as his hand moved up and down in your arm, soothing you as if it could send your pain away.

The boy couldn't understand how you managed to keep this feeling for yourself when you and JJ were together everyday. hell, one night with Sarah and he was already screaming his heart at the girl in front of everyone but he knew it must hurt, a lot.

"Eh, I'd say annoying but if you wanna go with pathetic." you rolled your eyes, laughing while you pinched his stomach.

You were glad you shared your feelings with John B, knowing that he knew what to be in love was. the only difference is that he was lucky, he and Sarah had something so beautiful that some times you'd envy them but not in a bad way – you wanted so bad what they had.

The sound of water splashing made both of you turn your attention to the water in time to see Kie returning to the surface with a smile.

"What was that?" Pope asked, turning his hat backwards.

"I don't know but that was hot, bro!" JJ smirked, sipping on his beer.

You were about to hide your face on John B's shoulder, your stomach twisting when you heard Kie call your name.

"What are you waiting for, girl?! get in the water!" she said loud enough so you could hear, winking at you.

See, the perfect girl.

You rolled your eyes at her, smiling before John B pushed you to get up and into the water, barelly giving you time to take off your shirt.

Of course you knew that it wasn't her faul but you wish you could hate her, but how?

You let the water engulf you, staying underneath as long as your breath allowed you as you promised to yourself to have fun. crying over yourself would do nothing but ruin your and your friends meeting. you gotta get it together and that's what you did when you saw the sky again.. or you pretended.

It was a nice afternoon, filled with laugh, beer, water and weed – for those who smoked. it's been a while since the group had a great time without a care in the world.

You were the first to get out of the water, rubbing your arms to try warm yourself now that the sun was almost setting, the cold breeze sending goosebumps on your skin. JJ laughed of the scene because you looked like a chihuahua shaking, wrapping a towel around your shoulders and pulling you to sit between his legs.

The boy was the only one to stay in the boat all day, using any excuse he could to don't have to take off his shirt and let his friends know about the purple bruises on his torsos – bruises that you knew and have helped take care of two nights ago.

"Does it still hurts?" you layed your head where his arm meet his shoulders, ignoring your heart beating faster when his arms wrapped around your belly.

"Not much.. i've had a pretty good nurse"

You turned your head to face the boy, smiling as you found his eyes.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, just don't let her know that, don't want it getting to her head. Really, Y/N. you're the best friend ever, thank you." he kissed your cheek.

You forced a smile to your lips, ignoring the way these two words stincks in your heart as the others started to get in the boat.

Best friend. That's what you are and will eyes be for him. Nothing more than a friend.

By the time the hms pogue arrived at the Chateau, it was already dark for you to walk home and John B needed your help to plan a surprise to Sarah – he planned on officialy asking her to be his girlfriend – so he let you crash his place for the night, assurring you that you didn't even need to ask.

The both of you sat in the living room's floor for hours, legs criss crossed as you discussed the details about the plan, wanting this to be perfect.

"Your mother still have those Christmas lights, right?" he turned to you, snapping his finger as the new idea came to his mind. "I think we could put it around the tree outside and light up some candles. do you think she'd let me borrow.." john b stopped talking when he notice you starring at him.

"Why are you starring at me like that, weirdo?" he frowned, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

"She's lucky to have you, you know?"

"Aw, come here" he pulled you close, one arm wrapping around you. "You'll find someone for you too, y/n/n. It'll happen when you last expect."

You woke up to the sound of voices coming from outside the house. You grabbed your phone to check the time. 8am. You fall back on the couch, groaning because you knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep and you still had a hour before your alarm, so you decided to see what was going on.

You were about to open the door when you heard John B's voice, making you stop on your tracks.

"You kissed Kie?!" John B wide eyes starred at JJ, who had his head on his hand.

The blonde boy quickly got up, telling John B to 'keep his fucking voice low' since he didn't want the whole neighborhood to know.

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Would you write a fic where the reader used to date Spencer but they've broken up and she started to date another guy from the FBI and Spencer is really mad about it? And it'd be great if you wrote it from Spencer's POV

Length: 1.3k

Characters: Spencer Reid (POV), Ex-girlfriend, Dave Rossi, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis & Jennifer Jareau

Content Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage

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A/N: Hey, thanks for requesting! I don’t know how my brain went this way, but it did and we’re going with it... My apologies if it wasn’t the sort of thing you’d had in mind! I hope you do enjoy it thought xx

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Peering up from your book, you watched her saunter across the room and into his arms. Every simulation, every possibility, and every outcome, you’d ran them through your mind, but this one is the one you conveniently forgot. How could you think it wouldn’t come to this? So very naïve. Fingers digging into the hard cover, your eyes caught on her like a magnet. Everything about her was different and it made you angry; why was she dressing like that? She hates those clothes, you thought. Never would she have been comfortable with you touching her like that in public. Your brow began to furrow into a frown, your eyes glaring at tiny black words on the pages but not taking anything in. Why was this so hard?

You were together for so long, how could she move on so quickly? So caught up in your own mind, you didn’t even see her approach you, noticing how you scowled at her from across the bullpen. “Spencer” She said softly, “Please, stop looking at me like that”. You cleared your throat, snapping back to reality as she filled your view. “Like what?” You asked, feigning confusion. You knew how you were looking at her; a sense of hatred washed over you as her face softened and gave you a slight smile. “It’s been two weeks and you’re already seeing someone else! We were together for three years. We had lives together, a home, a family...” Your voice carried in anger, multiple people beginning to stare, as if they weren’t already. “Spencer please, I’m sorry that this is hard for you... But I - I’m letting go of that part of my life and I think you need to as well” Her words fell on your ears so carelessly. How could she say that? Your legs sprung out beneath you, you slammed your hand on your desk and stormed up the stairs, headed for the round table. Anywhere where her face wasn’t. You were glad she wasn’t on your team, and you almost wished for a case right now.

Derek and Dave filed out of their offices as you stormed by them. They gave each other a worrisome look as you passed. As you flopped down into a car, exhaling air in a great huff, Derek and Dave joined you at the table. Elbows on the table, hands over if your face trying to cover tears. “Kid...” Rossi searched for some semblance of a response from you, but you couldn’t bear to speak. Derek placed a hand on your back, patting it softly. You sucked in air as you sobbed into your hands, the other men in the room wondering what they could say that would help you. “How could she?” Your weeping manipulating your words into mush. “Come on, man” Morgan started, “You’ve gotta let us help you, it’s been weeks of this. What happened?” He asked, a little sterner than when he had asked a couple of weeks ago. “Yeah, the kid I know would never make a scene like that in public. Something is really wrong here Spencer” Rossi took a lesser tone to Derek, which you noticed was some sort of good cop - bad cop routine they used often.

Bringing your hands away from your face, you wiped your eyes with your jumper. You paused, knowing that even in this safe space, this was something you didn’t ever want to talk about, not even with her. “We had so much trouble trying to have a child together, but we thought this was it” You paused, “We were waiting to tell you all at 6 months, we learned our lesson the last time with telling people too early. She’d been able to hide it well and no one knew. Five months, we’d gotten to five months!” You hit the table again, hands finding their way back to your face, covering your grief.

“Man” Morgan’s arms wrapped around you. Rossi’s face sunk and his eyes glued themselves to the floor. Nothing else was needed to make them understand. You had lost your baby; she had lost her baby. But your reactions were dissimilar. In the end of your relationship, she began to see you and be reminded of the trauma of losing her children. Children you both so desperately wanted together. Some relationships survived; it turns out you were in the 22% that would never recover. She never liked you giving statistics. It made her feel cold and detached from a situation. “People handle things in different ways Spencer. I know that this is one of the hardest things you’ve ever been through, and you’ve got to get some help” Dave instructed. You nodded, knowing full well that the way you were handling it wasn’t healthy for you. “We could have helped you kid, why didn’t you come to us? Or one of the girls?” Derek reached out his hand and took yours into his.

“I’m just trying to forget” You breathed deeply and sighed, as if some weight was off your shoulders, “But I can’t, not while she’s out there, all over him like we never existed, - like our son never existed” Gasping for air as tears streamed down your face. Dave stood and gestured to Derek to leave with him as you looked to the door to see her standing there. She closed the door behind her and knelt next to you.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry” Tears spilled from her eyes, her hands hanging off your arm as she tore at you to look at her. The sight of her eyes in that moment would haunt you forever, her pain seethed from her expression. “Of course he existed, he existed so strongly for me. He was my dream” She mumbled through snot and tears as she held eye contact with you. “But it’s got to be done for me Spencer, it has to. My dream was destroyed, and I shared that dream with you. I made your dream my own, and that was so selfish of me. I’m setting you free Spencer, you don’t have to live this nightmare” You turned to face her, continually wiping your face as she became harder to see.

“Why are you with that guy? This isn’t you, this isn’t you” You repeated back to her. “I’ve gotta find a new dream Spence, I’ll die if I don’t move on” She cried, planting her face into your pants, like she was begging for forgiveness. “You’re still m-my dream” Your words were incoherent, desperate gasping for air and sobbing filled the room. You dropped out of the chair and onto your knees, taking her in as she wrapped her arms around you. You sat there for what seemed like forever, just holding each other. You both eventually stopped crying, your faces relaxed. And as you parted, you saw how her face had changed again. She looked at you like she always had, like you were the world. You tried to hide your anger, giving her a slight smile. She nodded in acknowledgment; it was okay that you were angry.

“I’m going to go back to work” She touched your arm one more time, turning you into a puddle until her hand left you. “I’ll see you around” You sighed, crossing your legs and remaining on the floor, wiping your face again and hoping you didn’t look too disheveled. Emily, Tara and JJ entered the round table room, staring at you on the floor. JJ held in her hands a large bottle of tequila, Tara throwing a shot glass your way, hoping you’d catch it.

“God yes” You welcomed the ladies to the floor, your unit chief quietly closing the door as you accepted their invitation. Tara poured four shots and sitting in a circle, she held hers up in the center and said, “To drinking on company time”. Emily laughed hysterically. “To friendship” JJ held hers to the center, one hand on your back as she rubbed gently. “To moving on” Emily threw her hand into the mix, each of them looking to you. “To my son” Your hand wavered into the circle and as you clinked, you all threw the shots back, a load of tense expressions on each face.

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