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desertno3 · 3 years

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Violet – Chapter Five (6/7)

When Sean finally meets his daughter, you wonder why you ever left him in the first place. Sean Wallace x fem!reader Chapter Five: 2136 words

Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

A/N: Oh my god. It’s been so long since I updated. I offer you the longest chapter yet as a peace offering. Let me know what you think because this one was a lot of fun to write 🧡 Also I cried a lil but that’s just me getting emotional at literally anything fluffy, lol.

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“Seeeaaaannn!” Violet yells excitedly as she runs up the path towards his front door.

Walking at a more leisurely pace behind her, you watch as it swings open and she all but launches herself at the man standing behind it.

“Hi Sean!”

“Hello, love,” He greets her, picking her up.

She grins excitedly and shows him the box she held in her hands, “Me and mummy brought dessert!”

Sean looks over to you and smiles when he meets your gaze. Your heart had already been preemptively fluttering as you pulled up and now, as you return the expression, it was out of control.

“Thanks Vi,” Sean tells her as he sets her back down. “Why don’t you go ahead and put that on the counter, hm? Your mum and I will be right there.”

Violet nods and patters down the hallway, holding the box of desserts close to her chest.

“Don’t blame me if some of those pastries aren't the best,” You murmur to Sean as you both watch her go. “She really wanted to choose them for you.”

“I’m sure they’re great,” He chuckles before turning to face you. “How are you?”

“I’m alright,” You tell him with a shrug. “Nothing new since we last spoke.”

You and Sean had been texting back and forth all week since the night he invited you over for dinner. At first it was just him asking what Violet’s favourite food was - to which you replied literally anything with pasta in it - but it gradually evolved to a casual back and forth where you’d tell him about your day and he’d tell you about his.

“I’m glad I don’t have to cook tonight though,” You confess with a sly smile, making him laugh.

“Well, that was the whole point,” He says. “I wanted to treat you and Vi a little - I made your favourite as well, you know.”

You look at him in surprise, “Did you really?”

“Yeah, of course,” He says confidently, like it was an obvious course of action, and he steps aside and motions you into the house. “C’mon, before I burn everything that’s been cooking.”

You shake your head in disbelief, ignoring the fact that you quite literally wanted to melt, before following his lead and heading inside.

Just before you reach the kitchen, you see Violet’s head peeking out from around the corner, having been observing the pair of you as you chatted. You give her a knowing look and she lets out a giggle before Sean comes striding over to pick her up again, making her squeal in delight.

“Do you want to try the food, Vi?” He asks her and she nods eagerly.

You follow them into the kitchen and raise an eyebrow at the amount of things he had going on the stovetop.

“You sure it’s just the three of us, Sean?” You tease. “It looks like you’re cooking enough for a small village.”

Sean just flashes you a wry smile in response before setting Violet down on the kitchen counter.

“Alright,” He says, handing her a bowl with some pasta in it. “Let me know what you think.”

Violet makes a happy noise when she sees what’s in the bowl and before you could tell her to take it easy, she digs into it at an alarming speed - inevitably making a complete mess.

“You’d think I hadn’t fed you at all today,” You tut although you can’t help but be amused when she smiles approvingly at Sean, the food still in her mouth making her look like a little chipmunk.

“It tastes good, mummy!” She says when you come over to wipe the sauce from around her mouth.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it darling,” You tell her, thinking about all the dinner dates you and Sean used to have at home. “Sean's very good at cooking.”

You glance at Sean at the same time he turns from the stove to look at you and you just know the same thing is on his mind as well. There's a hint of a smirk on his face and you have to fight your blush, turning your attention back to Violet who was completely oblivious to the whole thing.

“Can I have more?”

You shake your head, “If you have any more, you’ll be full before dinner even starts.”

“No I won’t!”

“C’mon,” You say, ignoring her protest. “Let’s see what else Sean’s been cooking.”

"Is that what I think it is?" You ask dreamily as you come up behind Sean, wrapping your arms around his middle and peeking past his shoulder at the stovetop.

You’d had a long day but the delicious scent of your favourite food had perked you up considerably. It hit you the moment you entered the house and you wasted no time in immediately scurrying over to the kitchen to investigate.

“It is,” Sean confirms, moving to comfortably place an arm around your shoulders.

You smile and look up at him curiously. “What’s the occasion?”

“Does there need to be one?”

“Well, no. But-”

“Maybe I just wanted to treat you, hm?” He says, his finger poking you in the side, making you yelp and jump away from him. “Maybe I just wanted to be a good boyfriend.”

You squirm when he reaches out to you, trying to avoid another jab, but he just pulls you back into his embrace. You smile and relax against his body, letting your arms rest on his shoulders.

“You’re always a good boyfriend,” You murmur as you look into his eyes but he immediately raises an eyebrow at the statement and you can’t help but laugh at his - quite valid - skepticism.

“Okay, you’re mostly a good boyfriend,” You concede, giving him a quick kiss. “Especially when you don’t come home all bloody.”

Your eyes fall on the healing bruise by his cheekbone but your attention is quickly diverted back to him when he moves to rest his forehead to yours.

“I love you, y/n.”

"Y/n?"

Jolted out of your thoughts, your gaze snaps up to Sean standing by the kitchen sink, looking at you expectantly.

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah,” You tell him, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment as you try and shake yourself from the vivid memory of being wrapped up in his arms. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

“You don’t have to help clear up, you know.”

“No it’s fine,” You assure him. “Really. I want to help.”

Not to mention that helping meant you could stick around a little bit longer.

Sean nods and continues loading the dishwasher. From the living room, you can hear Violet giggling at whatever she was watching on the TV.

“What’s on your mind?” Sean asks, sparing you another glance.

You blink at him dumbly, trying to come up with a decent excuse, but you come up blank.

The dinner had made your feelings for him stronger than ever. You’d observed Violet swing her legs happily as she ate, her joy at having Sean around for dinner palpable, and you’d observed the way Sean doted on her, listening to her every word as she told him about anything and everything. You knew then that there was no denying the fact that you wanted Sean to be a permanent part of yours and Violet’s life. No denying the fact that you wanted Sean, full stop.

“I was just thinking about the dinners we used to have,” You tell him honestly, throwing all caution to the wind. “The dinner dates, I mean.”

Sean’s back to busying himself with the plates but you can see the smile on his face from where you stand.

"I've been thinking about those too,” He confesses. “Feels like a lifetime ago.”

“You were a good boyfriend, you know,” You say, thinking back to the memory. Contrary to what you’d told him then, he had been a good boyfriend even when he got himself into trouble. “I- I should’ve trusted that you would always keep me safe. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

There’s a silence and your gaze drops to the countertop, embarrassed, but you can’t take it back now. You start occupying yourself with the containers still on the counter, too nervous to look up at him and see the expression on his face, but you have no choice when he abandons what he’s doing and crosses the kitchen to stand before you.

Your heart hammers violently in your chest as you look at him - partly afraid of what he’ll say and partly surprised at his close proximity.

“I don’t blame you, you know,” He says eventually, looking resigned. “I didn’t give you much reason to trust me, the way I’d go on taunting people I should’ve just left alone.”

You give him a sad smile and at this point he can’t help it, he reaches up and lightly caresses your cheek. You lean into his touch with a sigh, the action feeling all too familiar and all too foreign all at once.

"All I ever wanted was to make sure you were safe, y/n,” He breathes. “When you left… even I had to admit it was a smart thing to do on your part. I thought it meant you wouldn’t get caught up in the crossfire anymore.”

“I thought so too.”

“It terrified me when I got your call that night. I… thought the worst."

“You know,” You tell him quietly. “I half expected you wouldn’t answer once you knew it was me.”

“Why?”

“Thought you might’ve hated me.”

“I could never, y/n.”

Without even thinking about it, you launch forward and give him a hug, feeling so much emotion you think you might choke.

“Thank you Sean,” You manage to say with your cheek pressed against his chest. “For everything.”

He wraps his arms around you and, after a moment of deliberation, presses his lips to your forehead. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“Muuum!” You jump, not expecting the sound of your daughter’s voice to pierce the air. “Sean! Come watch this movie with me!”

The both of you look in the direction of the living room while she calls out to you both and you let out a watery laugh at her timing. Sean chuckles too and as it reverberates through you, you realise neither of you have moved to let go of each other.

“We’ll be right there, Vi!” He calls out to her.

“Okay!”

“We should probably head off,” You say softly, looking back at him. “It’s getting late.”

Sean hums in acknowledgement but you can tell his mind is elsewhere, his gaze soft as it meets yours.

"Stay till the end of her movie," He asks of you. “I don’t want you to go just yet.”

You’re slightly dazed in his hold but you manage to nod. You wouldn’t have needed much convincing to agree in the first place.

Sean gives you a small smile, “You and her have been the best things to ever happen to me. I hope you know that.”

"We could say the same thing about you,” You tell him. “You've changed Vi’s world Sean, I've never seen her more happy than when she's with you."

"And you?” Sean inquires, searching your expression for an answer. “Are you happy too?"

You nod again, your voice barely above a murmur. “More than, since you’ve come back into my life."

You only have a second to register the glint of joy in his eyes because before you know it, his lips are on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back and his hands immediately go to your waist to pull you flush against him, earning an involuntary whimper of pleasure out of you. God, you'd forgotten how good it felt with Sean.

You feel lightheaded when you finally pull away and the grin you see on his face is worth everything.

“I’ve missed this,” He murmurs, arms squeezing around you slightly. “Missed being with you.”

“Yeah,” You say breathlessly, fingers lightly running through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Me too.”

Just as he moves to capture your lips in another long kiss, you’re interrupted by another impatient shout from Violet.

You pull back and sigh at the way it breaks the moment you were having but Sean just chuckles and kisses you again anyway, like he can’t get enough of you.

“C’mon,” He says eventually, giving you one last quick peck before taking your hand in his. “Best go see what our daughter's up to."

Feeling the giddiest you’ve felt in a while, you let him pull you in the direction of the living room - and if Violet notices that you and Sean are sat closer together on the couch than normal during the movie, she doesn’t say anything.

#I have missed writing!! and making gifs of joe cole's face!!#feels good to be back #sean wallace x reader #gangs of london fanfiction #violet series #*writing #gangs of london imagines #sean wallace imagine #sean wallace fanfic

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yoongislittlemeowmeow · 3 years

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𝘽𝙏𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙏𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚

BTS

Paring: BTS X Reader

Synopsis: BTS reacting to you when you tell them that you love them for the first time ❤️.

A/N: Hello my lil beans! I hope all of you been well and if you haven’t, I hope everything will turn out okay for you and that I’m always here if you ever need to talk to someone 🥺. Now, I know it’s been a bit since I made a post so I decided on doing a BTS one since they are my other ultimate group and I haven’t made a post for them yet. I’m still trying to figure out what kind of content I want to post so please bare with me here lol. And if you guys have any suggestions, please do not hesitate to send them to my asks box ❤️. It would actually help me be more motivated to create more content and to have more ideas so I won’t be so stuck all the time. Also the gifs I’ve used in this blog do not belong to me. All credits for the gifs go to the rightful owners.

♡ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 ♡

Y/n: “Hey Joonie guess what.”

Namjoon: “What is it sweetheart?”

Y/n: “I...I love you”

Namjoon: *smiles big til the point his dimples are on full display for you and the world to see*

Namjoon: “I love you too my little princess. Now, get over here. I want to read you a story while telling you how much I love you.”

♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧 ♡

Y/n: “Did you know that I love you Jin Jin?”

Seokjin: “Well, of course I did. Everyone loves their world wide handsome. How can someone not love me.”

Y/n: *pouts all sad like...* like this 🥺

Seokjin: “You know I love to tease you hehe. But in all serious, I love you too Mrs. World Wide Beautiful. You complete me but just remember one thing.”

Y/n: “What’s that?”

Seokjin: “That I love you the most times infinity.”

♡ 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 ♡

Y/n: *whispers softly into yoongi’s ear at 3:30 a.m when he’s sleeping while having your arms wrapped around his waist*

Y/n: “I know it’s late but I just can’t hold this in anymore Yoongi. I love you with all of my heart. I can’t believe you are mine.”

Yoongi: *lightly and cutely snores like a little kitten before rolling onto his other side while grabbing you softly like you are the most fragile thing ever into his arms, keeping you locked in place as he pressed a couple of kisses onto your forehead* “I love you too my lil munchkin and I always will. But, for the love of god, kindly please shut your cute little mouth up and go to sleep. We both need to be well rested”

♡ 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 ♡

Y/n: *bounces cutely and happily up and down in front of Hobi while he cooks breakfast*

Hoseok: *softly giggles as he gently pets you on the head and a kiss on the cheek before turning back to the pan to focus on cooking* “May I help you with something buttercup?”

Y/n: “Actually, there is and it’s something important I want to tell you.”

Hoseok: “And that is?”

Y/n: “Hobi , I love you.”

Hoseok: *couldn’t contain his excitement as he immediately stops what he was doing and picked you up in his arms before twirling you both around away from the stovetop as he attacked your face with tons of kisses* “You have no idea how happy you just made me Y/n by saying that. And there’s something important I need to tell you as well.”

Y/n: “Oh? What is it?”

Hoseok: *puts you gently on the ground before pulling you close to his chest to give you and Eskimo kiss* “It’s that I love you too but more than you love me.”

♡ 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 ♡

Y/n: *plops self down on Jimin’s lap as he was working on a new song to pitch to the guys, which caused Jimin to break out into a cute, heart warming smile placing his pen down so he could focus on you*

Jimin: *plays with your hair softly for a moment before holding you secretly in his lap with one hand while the other was holding one of yours* “Ah, there you are my favorite and most precious human being in the world. May I help you with something?”

Y/n: “I have a confession to admit chim chim...”

Jimin: *chuckles as he gently rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* “Haha well okay then. Tell me what it is.”

Y/n: “I love you.”

Jimin: *blushes profusely as he tried his hardest not to get all shy but he couldn’t help it with a big smile forming on his face as he looked down at the ground as the three words kept replaying over and over again in his head like a never ending recorded message that he’ll never want to stop hearing* “Can...can you say that again please?”

Y/n: “I love you my chim chim.”

Jimin: “I love you too, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say those words. But, I was hoping I would say it first though.” *Jimin playfully mumbled with a cute pout on his lips as his crossed in disappointment that he wasn’t the first one to say it but the happiest man alive to know that you love him*

♡ 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 ♡

Y/n: *shyly tugs on Taehyung’s sweater with you focused your gaze to the ground before you felt him pull away from the drawing that he was working on to put all of his attention on you. Once he placed everything to the side, he’d pull you down onto his lap before nuzzling his head into the croak of your neck*

Taehyung: *gently lifts your chin up so you could be looking directly at him which made your cheeks flame up a bit as he looked deeply and lovingly into your eyes before stroking the side of your right cheek softly with his thumb* “Well, this is certainly a surprise. I didn’t expect you to be down here the entire time as I worked on a new drawing. Is something the matter?”

Y/n: “No...no. I-I just wanted to come and say something to you. Tae, I-I love you.”

Taehyung: *kisses gently into the croak of your neck before feeling his lips curled into a soft smile as his grip around you became more intimate and more secured, making you feel safe and loved* “You are so cute when you stutter babygirl. I love you too.”

♡ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ♡

Y/n: *whines and pouts like a little but cute baby on the floor as you tried to get your boyfriend’s attention from his video game but he was completely in the zone, almost ignoring you but you knew it was not intentional. But still, you wanted his attention and you wanted it now because you wanted to tell him that you love him. So, you decided to just playfully shove your head on his lap while poking gently in his ticklish all over his body, which made him pause the game as he looked down at you with his cute bunny smile as he grabbed you and picked you up and tossing you gently on the bed before he began his tickling attack on you, making the both of you laugh hysterically.*

Jungkook: *continuing his brutally tickling attack on you while giving you kisses on both sides of your face and maybe even sneaking a kiss on your lips here and there.* “Did you start tickling me because you wanted my attention?”

Y/n: *snorts and crying in laughter as you tried to push his hands away from tickling your most vulnerable tickling spots on your body but he didn’t budge one bit*. “Y-yes but I also wanted to tell you something but I can’t if you wot stop tickling me Kookie!”

Jungkook: *stops all of his tickling movements before placing comforting kisses on your nose, forehead, cheeks, lips, and your hands. Honestly, he loved how tiny your hands looked in his as he kept staring at them in awe as he held them both in his hands. But then he shook is head from being distracted, knowing that you wanted to tell him something*. I’m sorry my love, I got distracted by how cute and adorable your tiny hands looked in mine. Now, what is it that you wanted to tell me?”

Y/n: “Finally, thank you Kookie hehe. Well, what I wanted to tell you was that I love you and you are the only person that I have truly felt that I’m in love”

Jungkook: *stares at you in awe as he kept asking you for the rest of the day if that’s what you have said to him, which of course you always reassured him that he had heard you right. But don’t worry, during that time, he kept on reminding you how much he loved you as well. It was a never ending battle of saying I love yous to each other which you both didn’t mind one bit*.

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inkedtae · 3 years

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Hi Bee!! Last night I was gonna send a promo for the bulletpoint fics, but then the album was released and I was emotionally wrecked😂 I dont know if the suggestion time is over, but could you do something for underthebridge joon and Yn?

like, in the fic he was full of piercings, so I'd love to see how he's react to Yn getting nipple piercings (or another "sexy body part lol") and finding it after shed done it lol

also, i dont know if you watches tbe live, but jimin called Joon "daddy" and i was like: Daddy joon this you?? 😂🤪

Hey love!! I totally understand!! I was rUiNeD!! it’s such a great mf album; i think it’s the first time i’ve loved every single song on the album. and i think i was sleeping through that live bc i don’t remember that and now i feel cheated out of the experience of hearing jimin call anyone daddy... anyways here’s your request love~~ also; quick note that i know it takes at least six months for a nipple piercing to heal but that didn’t match the flow of the story so i changed it sfhshfjs okay enjoy lel~~

warnings; daddy kink, nipple play, titty fucking, motorboating, basically a total tit enthusiast!joon, extremely unedited

Namjoon sprays the little bonsai that sits on the window pane. His biceps only just flex, tattoos practically bouncing on his skin. He chews on his lip while gently grazing the branches with the pads of his finger. Touches so careful and tenditive, you can’t help but stare, mesmerized by the serenity. With a lick of his lips, he sets the spray bottle down and turns to you. A fond smile graces his features, pierced brow quirking up at you as if to ask what you’re up to.

You push yourself off the doorframe, trying to hide the smile threatening to break out on your lips. You’ve been rather excited to show him your new piercing since it’s healed. In the last month, you’ve gone back and forth with yourself, trying to talk yourself out of just telling him already. He’d been wondering why you haven’t wanted to take your bra off every time things get all heated. Of course, he’d never force you into anything. But the sudden switch of wanting to be completely exposed to him, to concealing parts of yourself does give him pause.

He brought it up last week as you were working on a term paper. Rubbing the nape of his neck, he stood behind you for sometime. You were so focused on your paper, you didn’t realize he’d been standing there until you saw his reflection in your screen.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really... I’m just wond- Have I... It’s just you’ve been keeping your shirt on the last few times we’ve really... done anything,” he nervously starts, fumbling for the words, when you turn to face him.

“No, you haven’t done anything, Joon,” you try to laugh it off.

He must’ve picked up the uncertainty in your voice as he kneeled to the floor in front of your chair. He looks up at you with endearing sincerity and holds your gaze as he says, “Whatever it is, I won’t be upset with you, if that’s what’s worrying you? If I’ve done something, tell me.”

The pleading look in his eyes all but broke your heart. Guilt bubbled in your chest as you searched for a mild excuse that would ease his worries while still maintaining the need for a shirt during sex. You swallow thickly, avoiding his gaze as you mumble, “I’m just- um, insecure about them.”

A laugh escapes him. Eyes flickering between your breasts to face, he raises and brow as if to ask if you’re serious. When you remain silent, he scoffs. “What? Baby, there’s nothing,” he emphasizes, gazing at your cleavage, “to be insecure about.”

Flushed, you resisted the urge to rip your shirt and bra off and show him the truth. “I’m just not comfortable showing them off right now,” you lied, hoping he’d ignore the hesitance in your voice.

You saw the suspicion in his eyes. He knew your lying but couldn’t figure out way. The memory still shatters your conscious, the guilt of lying scratching at your throat like a cough.

Namjoon now wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a little kiss to your forehead. You lean into him with a smile and rest your hands on his buff chest.

“Got my mark back for that paper.”

“How’d you do?”

“Ninty-eight.”

His hands travel lower, cupping the underside of your ass. “Well done,” he rasps while his lips hover over yours.

You don’t let him kiss you just yet, whispering, “Take a seat, daddy.”

He pulls back a bit. Brows raised, face lifted in surprise, he silently questions what’s got you so turned on. You ignore it, fighting off your giddy giggle as you gently guide him back to the couch.

“I lied before,” you confess once he’s seated.

“Which time?” He teases.

You playfully roll your eyes at him. His cocky smile falls when you pull your shirt off. “I’m not really insecure,” you continue, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. It falls to the ground, along with his jaw. “I was just waiting for it to heal.”

He doesn’t seem to really be listening though. Pulling you closer by your hand, Namjoon gestures you to seat on his lap. You straddle it. It’s not until your nipples are hovering in front of his face, do you realize he’s drooling. You reach to wipe his lips, when he wraps them around the silver stud pierced through your nipple.

Starved, he sucks and licks at the sensitive nub. Hands groping, massaging, grabbing and gripping on your breasts, he growls against the stud. You throw your head back with a little moan. The sound of you, though tiny, draws him out of his frenzy. He meets your gaze as you look back down at him. A string of saliva connects his lips to your nipple. He looks like he’s finally mentally processed what you’ve done.

He says your name darkly, as he always does when you misbehave. But you push your breasts in his face and he’s hypnotized all over again. Face between their warm, he babbles and buzzes his lips. Pushing them against his cheeks, licking and kissing, shaking his head, he lets himself go on another frenzy of appreciation.

You whine and giggle at the why it somewhat tickles. He doesn’t really care, not stopping until he needs another fill of them elsewhere. Switching your positions, he stands over you, fumbling with his zipper. You spread your legs, to which he chuckles.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispers while pushing his jeans off.

He pulls your lower, half your body off the couch, almost kneeling for him. Then he slides his thick, throbbing cock between your tits. A choked gasps escapes him at the sensation. “I’ve missed you fucking tits,” he groans as pre-cum leaks onto your chest. “You should’ve just told me.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you mewl, resting your hands on his.

He smirks and flicks the studded nipple with his thumb. Hearing you gasp, “daddy,” snaps his hips into action. The tip pokes at your lips, but he denies you the opportunity to taste him. Even licking your lips is restricted.

“Just sit pretty, baby,” Namjoon moans as he tightens his grips on your tits. “Just until daddy comes all over your face.”

[create a moment with me]

#create a moment with me #namjoon drabble #rm drabble #namjoon smut #rm smut #kim namjoon smut

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reddrobins · 4 years

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teasing [j.todd]

Titans! Jason Tood x Reader

Request: Can I get a Jason Todd x reader with “I’d like to see you try.” Or any prompt really. Just give me Jason Todd.

Summary: After Jason berates you with teases, you finally snap and accidentally confess your feelings.

Warning: Steamy teases (lol), Both reader + Jay are 18 in this :))))

To say you were tired was an understatement. You were exhausted.

It had been 5 hours, 5 HOURS, of non-stop sparing with Jason and he still wanted to go for longer.

Eventually you waved the white flag. “Jay, I really can’t do this anymore. I’m exhausted, my brain hurts and my whole body is sore.”

The older teen smirked, “I bet I can make you sore in other ways, yeah?”

You threw the bo-staff you were holding at him, which he easily caught and rolled your eyes, “Oh my fucking god, shut up.” Walking over to the bench, you sat down, trying your best not to pass out from said exhaustion.

“Look, I’m just saying (Y/N), everyone else is away. Dick and the squad are on a mission and Rach and Gar are off being losers. It’s just us babe,” He sauntered over to you and took the spot next to you, leaning into your ear, “We could even do it right here if you’d like…”

Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered out the lame excuse of ‘there are cameras!’ Standing up, you ignored the emotions that were erupting within you. It's just Jason being Jason, you told yourself, he doesn't even mean it.

Jason watched as you exited the training arena but he was quick to follow after you, not done with his merciless teasing.

“Babe!” He hollered down the hall towards your room, “C’mon, don't leave me hanging like that!”

You shut your door and practiced some deep breathing - something Kori told you to do when Jason got on your nerves, why did Jason always do this to you? Did he want you to die of embarrassment?

As you were about to sit on your bed, your door swung open, a smug Jason in the frame. “So was that a no? Or are we just going to do it in here?”

You brought your hand up to your face, massaging your temples, Jesus, why did you ever let this boy get to you? “No, Jason, we’re not doing it in here.”

Jason frowned but then an evil smirk spread across his features. “If we're not doing it in here,” he mock pondered, “Then we must be doing it in my room! Fuck yeah, that's more like it (N/N)!”

You rolled your eyes and stomped over to Jason. Poking him in the chest, you made eye contact, glaring up at him. “No you imbecile, we are not doing it anywhere.”

He smirked again and grabbed your hand, playing with your fingertips. “So, that means you’re doing it and I’ll watch?”

Yet again, your face broke out into a blush and you ripped your fingers away, “No. Oh my god, Jason what is your deal?” You asked, putting your face into your hands.

Jason wrapped his arms around your waist, “My deal, princess,” he leaned down to your ear, “Is that I’m horny.”

You swallowed, “Jason. We just sparred for 5 hours and you're telling me that you're not tired?” It was a lame excuse yes, but you couldn’t handle this teasing any longer.

He pulled away groaning, “Why are you trying to avoid this, babe?”

Turning around, you crossed your arms. You couldn’t handle Jason when he got like this. “Jay. I’m beyond exhausted. I can barely move my legs.”

You felt arms snake around your center again, Jason pressing into the ‘hug’. Against your willpower and better judgment you leaned back into him, getting comfortable.

Lips pressed into your ears, the whisper of, “I bet I can still make them shake.” lingering.

Instantly, you pulled away from the warm embrace. “Jason!” You hissed.

“What? Babe, I’m just saying.” He shrugged innocently.

“Jason I swear to god I will ruin you if you don’t leave me alone.”

“Oh,” He said lowly, “I’d like to see you try.”

His tone of voice left you a blushing mess again and you stuttered, looking for a reply.

All you could come up with was a weak murmur of ‘You’re insufferable.” then, “Seriously Jay, I’m tired. I can’t - we can’t do this.”

Jason frowned, “Listen,” He started, his smug demeanor now placed with one of insecurity, “If you don’t like me that way then just say it, I don’t need you to protect my feelings or some shit.”

You turned to face him again and furrowed your brows in confusion, “No, Jason that is not what this is.” All this time you thought he teased you because he knew about your crush on him.

“Then what is it, huh?”

You couldn't do this now. You were far too tired to think straight and you did not feel like confessing your feelings right now.

Though, because you were as exhausted as you were, all rationality fled your body as you began, “Jason, I love you. I have since the moment Dick introduced us, but I don’t want our relationship to just be about sex or just be you teasing or -”

Before you could finish your statement, the older teen made his way towards you and gently placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your lips towards his.

You melted into the kiss but then Jason, all too soon, pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“I don't want that either (Y/N). I want you to be my girlfriend. I want the whole world to know you're mine, to know that we're an item.” He then pulled away and ran his fingers through his hair, “I only teased you because it was the only thing that got a reaction other than annoyance out of you. It's like every time I try to get close to you, you put up these walls of anger and frustration towards me and I just… I didn’t know what to do.”

God, you were such an idiot. How could you sleep now knowing you made Jason, your Jason, feel this way? “Jaybird, I’m sorry. I was just scared. Of what? I don't know, maybe rejection or the awkwardness about telling you that would ensue. But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away…”

The other teen was silent at your words and you panicked, thinking that you messed things up.

“Jason?”

He gave a ‘hmm’ in response.

“Can I kiss you again?”

At that, his whole demeanor shifted once more, he was no longer the angsty teen he put off a few seconds ago, no, now he was the sly, smug Jay that you grew to love.

“Of course, babe, you never have to ask.”

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be mine, valentine! (all troupes)

ok but fr this took me way too long to finish lol. sorry for being super extra duper slow! happy late valentines day bbs!

With Valentine's Day coming up, the boys from the Spring Troupe were getting restless with excitement, save for Itaru and Tsuzuru. Despite Masumi being excited to give Izumi chocolates for the romantic holiday, Sakuya was practically vibrating.

Valentine's Day was such a sweet holiday, and he loved seeing couples walk around during this time of year. Citron was merely excited to experience Japanese Valentine's Day for the first time.

"What are you planning on doing this holiday, Izumi?" Citron had asked curiously as the director was putting a small stack of papers into a file at the dinner table. Unknowingly, Citron had piqued the interest of Sakuya and Masumi who were studying together in the lounge room, and even Tsuzuru who was reading over his most recent script to see if there was any changes he needed to make.

When reminded of the upcoming holiday, Izumi pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb as a habit of stress and held her head in her free hand, sighing in defeat.

She'd been single ever since she was born, never experienced a happy Valentine's day full of chocolates or laughter, and was too cowardly to ever give any of her past crushes a gift or even a letter.

She's probably planning on doing nothing this year too.

"Think I'm just gonna work. There's no reason for me to do anything for Valentine's Day." She comforted herself by patting her cheek then leaned back into her chair to smile at Citron who was frowning at her from the kitchen counter.

"Well ain't that sad." Itaru yawned lazily when he popped out of nowhere, effectively startling Izumi who was silently sulking. The business man rummaged through the fridge until he found a water bottle and shut the door, leaning against the kitchen appliance to stare at Izumi, a bored expression on his face.

"I'm getting the holiday off. I hate bringing gifts home from work," Itaru sighed and shrugged a shoulder. "My room's open if you need company that day."

Masumi quickly protested. "I should be the one saying that."

"Uhm, no." Tsuzuru shut down Masumi before the teenager could continue to be possessive over Izumi and held an arm over his chest to prevent him from standing up from the chair, his face slightly worried.

Citron pursed his lips as he leaned against the counter and watched as Izumi put her attention back on him, his hands excitedly clapping together when an idea popped in his head.

"I shall personally take you to the Cherry Blossom Festival!" He exclaimed.

A frown made its way onto Sakuya's features and he couldn't help but shake his head at Citron, who was understandably happy for the great idea, and had to regrettably break the news to him.

"The Cherry Blossom Festival is in the Spring. Valentine's Day is in the Winter."

Citron slumped and held his cheek in his hand, the frown coming back to decorate his face. "That is too bad."

Sakuya suddenly jumped up to his feet right then and ended up startling both Tsuzuru and Masumi who were huffing and puffing at each other. The sweet redhead reached out for Izumi's hands and stared at her with bright eyes, his teeth showing as he smiled.

"Why not bring the whole Spring Troupe out on an excursion?" The young boy bounced on his feet as Izumi looked at him with an unsure expression, her smile turning into a grimace.

"Depends on what kind of excursion we're talking about."

"A picnic!" Sakuya quickly exclaimed, this time startling Izumi while she was in the middle of releasing his hands, her eyes blinking rapidly when her body unwillingly jolted while sitting in her chair.

Itaru groaned and hit his head against the fridge door. "My games."

Izumi scoffed at the grown man amongst the younger members of the group and crossed her arms over her chest with a reprimanding glare, standing up from her chair to wrap an arm around Sakuya's shoulders.

"It's only a few hours outside, Itaru. I'm sure it'll be just like how you don't play video games at work."

His bright eyes glowered right back at Izumi when he pushed himself off of the fridge and trudged to where she stood, looking down at her as he squinted while she stared right back with a challenging look in her eyes.

When she wouldn't look away, Itaru sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before reaching out to hold the back of Izumi's head, fingers tangled in her messy hair. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead to soothe the furrow there and deliberately ignored the betrayed sound Masumi made from the couch.

"Whatever. I'll think about it the day of." He murmured and ruffled Izumi's hair before moving to go back to his room, playfully sticking his tongue out at the student who was staring at him with evil intent.

Sakuya was already excited as Izumi rested her cheek against his and he curled his arm around her waist to squeeze her close to him.

"Awesome! I don't think any of the others are against this idea so let's start planning now!"

Citron nodded enthusiastically in agreement while Masumi pouted as Tsuzuru scolded him for being so hostile towards Itaru who had already gone into his room, Izumi also managing to get a small word in while she patted Masumi's head when her and Sakuya moved to the living room.

"Spending Valentine's with the director is a dream come true." Sakuya sighed dreamily to Citron as they both watched Izumi laugh at Tsuzuru and Masumi who were arguing over something and leaned against Citron who made a noise of agreement.

"Most definitely. I am sure Itaru wouldn't miss the picnic!"

On the day of, Izumi was pretty sure Itaru was the most clingiest to her out of all troupe members. Despite turning his phone on and off multiple times during the outing, he would only curl himself against Izumi and bury his face into her neck like a sulking child; itching to do something he's not supposed to do.

Masumi was irked that she fed that old, grown man his lunch while she didn't do the same to him, but he has to be understanding. Izumi is the nurturer.

Sakuya, Tsuzuru, and Citron were just happy to have a successful excursion with everyone, and the chocolates that Izumi surprised all of them with definitely made them glad that they planned this whole thing.

"Don't make me go to school today, I beg of you." Tenma pleaded with Izumi as she stared down at the young boy who was kneeling down in front of her in the living room. The boy was obviously dishevelled, with his uniform shirt buttoned incorrectly and pants wrinkled.

Tenma did not want to go to school.

"Yeah, me too." Yuki said impassively as he walked past Tenma and into the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge, still in his pajamas. He plopped onto a chair at the dinner table and let out a sigh, slumping in the uncomfortable wooden seat.

Muku ran into the living room with wide eyes and tripped onto the couch with a surprised shout, already managing to crumple up his middle school uniform.

"It's Valentine's Day, Yuki! We have to go!"

The other middle school student grimaced and waved his hand at Muku who was pouting and whining like a puppy as Tenma continued to beg for Izumi's lenience just this once.

"Whoa, the gang's all here!" Kazunari cheered gleefully and plopped onto the other couch that wasn't taken up by Muku, with Misumi clattering against the walls as he scaled them excitedly.

Izumi internally groaned at the sudden commotion that the Summer Troupe brought along with them as they gathered in the commons, and she placed her hands on her hips to calm herself down.

"Kazu said it was Yummy Triangle Day!" Misumi hollered happily as he tackled Izumi's side and didn't let go, his eyes sparkling with excitement as the promise of triangles from Kazunari had him buzzing with joy.

The director quickly whipped her head to stare at Kazunari who playfully poked his tongue out at her, his smile unashamed as he rubbed the back of his head to say 'oopsie!'.

Inhaling, Izumi plastered on a sweet smile and curled an arm around Misumi's shoulders to make sure he had his attention on her, his eyes still wide as he looked down at her with a tilted head. She raised a hand to pet his cheek and couldn't help but laugh when the young man leaned into her touch, letting her know that she had his attention now.

"It is. Why don't you sit down with Kazunari and I'll give you something to eat after I've dealt with Tenma and Yuki?"

Yuki scoffed while Misumi listened and plopped down beside Kazunari who was scrolling through something on his phone.

"Me?"

"Yes, you too." Izumi groaned and crouched down on the floor to stop Tenma from kneeling down, gently chiding him by slapping the back of his hands with light palms.

"I get it, you don't want to go to school," she rubbed her forehead, making a disgusted sound when she saw the fat, fake tears that were rolling down Tenma's face (crying was his strength, of course). She gently pushed Tenma away with a hand on his chest and scooted backwards on her knees. "But I don't think any of your parents would like it if they heard I let you skip."

It was Tenma's turn to groan and as dramatic as he could, flopped onto the floor in front of Izumi.

"My parents won't even bat an eyelash." He reasoned with the director who wasn't even looking at him anymore. Izumi was busy telling Kazunari that there was still some leftover triangle onigiri left in the fridge that she managed to hide from Masumi, and told him to feed Misumi that for breakfast.

Immediately after, she turned back to Tenma with a deadpan look and harmlessly snarled at him.

"Doesn't mean you should skip school just because you hate getting chocolates from girls. If anything, give them to Juza; last year all he got was dark chocolate and he looked like he was going to break something in the dorm.

And you, Yuki. Just because you hate seeing your classmates do 'dumb things' like handing each other love confessions doesn't give you enough of a valid reason to skip."

"Plus, I think it's really sweet when they do those things!" Muku chimed in, making Izumi nod in approval as she stood up from the floor to let Tenma roll around in his fake tears, walking over to the pink haired St. Flora High student to run her fingers through his hair.

"Muku's a good boy." The director spoke in an endearing tone and smiled down at the young teenager when he turned around with glittering eyes. She carefully fixed his uniform and did the tie that was loosely wrapped around his neck with skilled fingers, squishing Muku's cheeks when she was done.

The young boy stood up tall from the couch and put on his backpack that he had dropped earlier when he was stumbling into the living room. Izumi did a few final checks of his uniform and made sure he had everything he needed for school, including a small chocolate treat that he was going to give to a friend today.

"Alright, come home safe." She cooed and slightly dipped her head down to place a light good luck kiss to the boy's forehead, causing Muku to flush at the action that he should be getting used to by now. He quickly bowed to Tenma and waved at Izumi and the rest of the boys in the kitchen before scurrying down the stairs to get to school.

"Tenma, please get off of the ground." Izumi sighed in exasperation and went back to crouching, her hands gently tugging at the crinkled uniform shirt that belonged to Ouka Public High. The young boy let his body go ragdoll like, and by the time Izumi managed to get a strong hold on him, he lay lifeless in her arms.

The director groaned in annoyance and sat down on the floor instead with Tenma's head resting comfortably in her lap. The Ouka High student managed to keep a smile from showing on his face when she combed her fingers through his bedhead, and Izumi started pointing at the boys who were in the kitchen.

"Kazunari! Don't you have a festival at school today?" She questioned when the young man popped his head out from behind the fridge door with a small piece of onigiri hanging from his mouth, Misumi already at the dinner table with his own plate in front of him.

"I do, but I've got no date." He pouted. "Can you be mine for the day?"

Yuki gagged at how casual Kazunari managed to say that line and threw his now empty water bottle at the university student who was giggling to himself. Misumi was happily jittering as he handed Yuki some of his onigiri to make the student feel better, and he took it with a low grumble under his breath.

Izumi grimaced at the greasy line that was delivered towards her and sighed as she watched Kazunari playfully wave his hand at her to tell her that he was joking. The university student skipped towards where both Tenma and the director sat and patted her head.

"I was joking, but the offer still stands! I gotta get ready now!" He shouted after squishing Izumi's cheek between his fingers and scurried to his room with excited footsteps pounding on the floor.

Tenma groaned next and the director quickly redirected her attention to him, her fingers gently slapping at his cheek to reprimand him.

"Still not gonna go to school, huh?" She taunted him as he whined when she continued to pester him with little slaps to his face, his hands coming up to protect himself from the assault. Izumi did her best to make the teenage celebrity get up from her lap by bouncing her legs next.

Yuki stood up from his chair after he helped Misumi finish his breakfast and began to stride back in the direction of his room with Izumi calling after him with a pout.

"I know you're not gonna go to school, Yuki!" She started desperately, "But I'll at least take you shopping after I'm done helping Kazunari out."

"Whatever. Come by my room when you get home." Yuki sighed and entered his shared room with Tenma, shutting the door closed so that he could go back to sleep.

Izumi pinched Tenma's nose much to his dismay.

"And as for you, you don't want to go out because you'll attract attention everywhere." She gritted out while Tenma whined and swatted at her hand, wriggling around in her lap as he got his uniform shirt even more wrinkled.

"I can't bring you to Kazunari's festival, nor can I bring you to the mall with Yuki." Izumi frowned and gave Tenma a break, her hands coming up to hold his face in her palms as he stared up at her, upside down, with squinted eyes. His lips were pouted because he knew she wouldn't be able to hang out with him in public due to his status as a celebrity, but he still wanted to do something fun with Izumi!

The director glared right back at him and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows to remove the furrow there, her mouth twitching as she tried not to smile.

"We can go somewhere late at night and eat a snack? Food tastes better when you're not supposed to be eating."

Tenma frowned. "Clearly, that's a bad idea "

Then he smiled. "I'm in."

"Thank goodness." With a big sigh of relief Izumi finally pushed Tenma's head off her lap causing the student to groan when his head met the rug on the floor. Standing up from the floor, Izumi smoothed down her pants and motioned to Misumi who was doing whatever in the kitchen.

"Come, Misumi. You have to change clothes if you want to see some triangles at the Valentine's Festival today!"

Cutlery began clattering where the young man was before Izumi saw him begin to bound towards her, his body agile as he jumped over the sofas and the coffee table until he collided with the director. He laughed happily when she let out an oof! and dragged her down the hall.

Kazunari left his room first once he was ready, and both Tenma and the university student whistled; impressed when Izumi left her room with Misumi in tow.

She wore a simple pale blue sundress that flowed prettily at mid-thigh while Misumi wore a subtle triangle patterned button down with his usual pair of jeans.

"You guys are looking totally awesome! I can't wait until we can take photos at the fest!" He cheered and threw a casual arm around Izumi's shoulders as the director firmly held Misumi's hand in hers to keep him from wandering away.

Before they descended the stairs, Izumi turned her head to look at Tenma who was waving goodbye.

"Make sure you're ready for tonight!"

"I can't wait for Valentine's Day tomorrow!" Taichi all of a sudden crowed once the Autumn Troupe's session in the practice room was over. His booming voice startled Izumi, who was going over a few things on a camera with Sakyo listening to her concerns.

She nearly dropped the device when Taichi jumped on his feet, but the camera was quickly caught by Juza who was sitting down on the floor beside her with a towel wrapped around his neck. She crouched beside the high schooler and thanked him in a flustered panic, already feeling the judgemental gaze of Sakyo burning into the back of her head.

"Keep your voice down, Taichi." Omi gently scolded the boy beside him and aggressively ruffled his hair to make him apologise.

Juza stared unblinkingly at Izumi who was still fumbling around with her camera while all of this was happening, but merely went to drying his hair with his towel as Sakyo lifted their director back up to her feet with his hands on her waist.

"Dummy." He grumbled and knocked his knuckles gently against her temple to reprimand her clumsiness.

Banri could only yawn in mock boredom.

"Valentine's Day sucks. I hate being nice to girls when they give me their crappy chocolates." He sighed, pulling his hair tie from it's place in his hair to let the sweaty locks dry.

"Same." Juza mumbled sadly. Whenever he received gifts from girls, the chocolates wouldn't be sweet enough, and most of the time they'd always assume that he was a dark chocolate kind of guy. The gifts always somehow ruined his mood and he'd always have an uneaten pile of sweets spilling from his locker and shoe cubby.

"Oh, shut it. As if a girl would give you chocolate." Banri waved his hand at Juza dismissively, causing the latter's eyebrow to twitch in annoyance.

Taichi quickly cut in after Omi released his unrelenting grip on his head, invisible tail wagging.

"So lucky! The girls always give me pity chocolates, but I bet you guys get the real deal!"

Just the slightest bit agitated, Sakyo lifted an arm to rest heavily on Izumi's head causing the woman to falter for a brief second before she curled an arm around his waist to keep herself up, the pout on her face charming the boys and men in the room.

"I'm sure you guys have better things to do than worry about a holiday that only makes you complain."

Omi nodded in agreement and pushed over Taichi who was sulking to the side. "And anyways, I can make sweets for you guys at home."

"It's not the same!" Taichi wailed once he hit the floor, and Banri rolled his eyes, gently kicking the boy in the side to keep him quiet.

"A lil' weird getting chocolate from you on Valentine's Day, Omi, but sure."

Juza stayed silent, but somewhat agreed with Banri.

Izumi frowned alongside Sakyo when the conversation about Valentine's Day continued and she sighed, shaking her childhood friend (or babysitter?) off of her to fix her messy hair. Sakyo was only a little disappointed when she removed her arm from his waist, but covered it up by crossing his own pair over his chest.

"I can make sweets for Juza. Last year, he looked so pissed off when all he received were boxes of dark chocolate." Izumi quietly mused to herself and ruffled the top of the boy's head as if to coddle him, and only smiled cutely when Juza wrinkled his nose at her touch but leaned into her hand nonetheless.

Last Valentine's Day, Izumi was greeted with a sulking Juza who had an extra bag on his shoulder that held all of the chocolates he was given for the holiday. His expression was cranky, and Izumi did her best not set him off by greeting him normally, and didn't bother saying anything when he dumped the chocolate filled bag on the floor with a glare.

He had plopped onto the couch beside Izumi while she took a peek inside, and was delighted to see the bundles of chocolate he had brought home. None of them seemed to be touched, and with Juza's current attitude, it looked to Izumi that he wasn't going to eat those anytime soon.

She pursed her lips and looked at the coffee table where her untouched piece of cake lay, then looked back at Juza who was staring up at the ceiling; slightly dazed.

"Hey, Kid." Juza turned his head.

"You can have my cake. You look like you had an awful day." Izumi cooed and reached out to pet the boy's messy hair, causing him to nod stiffly in agreement and scoot closer to where the director sat, politely waiting to be handed the plate.

"If you want, I can give these chocolates to the adults." She offered, only to be met with a mumbling Juza who was already eating the cake she gave him. By the time Izumi was finishing whatever she was reading, Juza had finished eating and was napping on the sofa with his head in her lap.

Banri had bumbled into the dorm not too long after and when he witnessed a knocked out Juza on Izumi's lap, he almost screamed in shock.

"Um! Talk about unfair?" He whisper shouted as he dropped his own bag full of candies and sweets onto the floor, not so surprisingly shocking the director and causing her to drop a few papers on Juza's sleeping face. He did not wake up.

"You playin' favourites, Izumi?" Banri had accused the director all of a sudden and didn't even wait for an answer before he had snatched up the spot beside her that wasn't occupied by Juza, his arm casually wrapping around her shoulders. She grimaced at the sudden addition of body heat that Banri shared with her and couldn't reprimand him when the boy happily cuddled himself into her side.

"Brats, both of you." Izumi complained when Banri hummed a jovial tune into the cut of her jaw, his nose lightly pressed to her cheek as he decided to be a bit risqué and pulled one of her legs over his knee to curl his hand around, almost bursting into a fit of giggles when she punched him in the chest.

"Sakyo's gonna kill me." She weeped when Banri wouldn't let her go.

And she was somewhat correct, because Izumi fell asleep a few minutes after Banri coaxed her into resting her eyes and when Sakyo came home to the sight of two young boys sandwiching their precious, sleeping director, he had automatically slapped the back of Banri's head and lifted Juza's upper half from her lap with just a fist holding onto the boy's shirt.

The trio were startled awake by the threatening voice that whispered creepily into their ears, and Izumi almost cried when Sakyo gently scolded her for not being stricter with the boys; still half asleep.

The man quickly shut up when sleepy tears welled in the young woman's eyes, and with a cutting glare that was directed to both a groggy Banri and Juza, Sakyo had carried Izumi back to her room to give her some more time to sleep until dinner.

Omi frowned once the director was done recounting the story of last year's Valentine's Day and leaned back against the wall with a pondering expression, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Wish I had come home earlier that day. Would've been cute to see a weepy, lil' Izumi. Sakyo probably didn't even kiss her tears away."

An offended gasp escaped her when Omi suddenly winked, silently suggesting that he would have done so instead.

"What were you doing that kept you so busy?" Taichi asked from the floor he was still lying on, causing Omi and Banri to look down at him with squinted eyes. With the towel that was wrapped around his neck, Omi blinded Taichi by dropping the soft fabric on his face, sighing.

"I was helping out at a Valentine's party. Took photos and all." He shrugged.

"I was really hoping it would end sooner, though. I wanted to make something special for Izumi, considering she told me earlier that morning that she had no plans." Omi pouted, and Sakyo couldn't help but scoff as he unconsciously wrapped a protective arm around the director.

"At least I got my goodnight kiss." He casually tacked on.

Every other troupe members in the room sputtered in surprise, their eyes wide as they all looked between Izumi and the university student.

"Excuse me?" Taichi shouted, sitting up from the floor.

"It was a kiss on the cheek to keep his nightmares away! Goodness gracious." Izumi groaned when Sakyo glared at her for the unsatisfactory explanation while Omi smiled behind his water bottle, watching as Taichi and Juza fell into a silent frenzy.

"That's it," Banri dropped his towel on the floor. "I got dibs on her bed then."

"I don't think that's how it works, Kid." Sakyo quickly interjected and glowered at Banri who was snarling right back at him. Izumi had to hold Sakyo back by his wrist while pushing away Banri by the chest when he tried to square up; the two men sandwiching her body in an uncomfortable position. They towered over her as she tried to keep them apart with an annoyed groan escaping her lips, and the other boys in the room only reacted to keep the situation from escalating when she clumsily stumbled into Banri's chest from a loss of balance.

Juza silently pulled Sakyo back as Omi tried to laugh the tension off while roughly smacking Sakyo between the shoulders, his eye smile slightly threatening to make the older man back off and cool down.

Taichi made sure to get Izumi away from Banri to keep the young man from tightening his hold on her and stuck his tongue out when the Hanasaki student barked at him.

"How about we all have a sleepover on the living room floor tonight? Just me and the Autumn Troupe." Izumi begged while she ignored how Taichi protectively curled his arms around his waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as he looked wide eyed at everyone in the room.

Somehow, that offer got everyone to calm down and the boys and men were nodding their heads in silent agreement.

And the next morning on Valentine's Day, Izumi woke up with her head in a dozing Sakyo's lap while Banri and Juza were on either side of her. The former's hand was mischievously placed underneath her sleep shirt with his fingertips just barely grazing her bra while Juza's head rested on her splayed out arm.

Taichi was plastered to her side as his arms were wound tight around her waist, his nose pressed into her ribcage while Omi on the opposite side had his own head comfortably resting on the spot where her hip and thigh met, his nose dangerously pressing into the waistband of her shorts while he cradled her leg between his arms.

Sakyo may or may not have kicked everyone in the stomach (save for Izumi) once he awoke.

It was Valentine's Day.

Izumi had a cup of black, bitter coffee in her hand.

Homare was somewhere in the courtyard spewing whatever romantic ridiculousness he had conjured from the top of his head while the director was aimlessly stirring her coffee with a spoon, the silence of having no students in the dorm a bit too lonely for her.

"It's odd, seeing you awake so early." A voice came from behind where she was standing at the kitchen counter, barely startling her as she was still half asleep and in a daze when the deep voice addressed her.

Izumi turned her head to see who was talking and was met with a sweaty Tasuku who was holding a cold water bottle in his hand, having just come back from his morning run. He must've left the dorm in the early morning if he had come back in a sweat.

The director shrugged her shoulders lazily and went back to staring at the centre of her cup of coffee, her body sulking as if she was going to melt and fuse with the counter she was leaning against.

"I know. My body automatically woke up today." She murmured before taking a sip of her acrid beverage, her face not even moving an inch as the disgusting taste of bitterness swept through her mouth.

Tasuku let out a 'hm' and greeted Tsumugi who seemed to be wide awake and happy. The young man walked into the kitchen with a curious smile and thanked his friend when he was given a cold water bottle of his own.

"Mornin', you two." The troupe leader chirped after he took a refreshing swig of water, not minding that Izumi only responded with a wave of her hand as Tasuku went to make a plate of toast for the three of them.

"Not happy it's Valentine's, huh?" Tsumugi gently teased Izumi who was chugging her coffee down like it was juice, and much to his amusement, Tasuku was heard making a confused noise.

"Totally forgot about that." He murmured in the midst of slicing bananas onto a plate.

"Wouldn't put it past you, Tachan." Tsumugi rolled his eyes and sidled up to Izumi with a kind smile, his hand coming up to soothe the pouting woman by combing her hair with his fingers and giggling when she responded by leaning into his side with her eyes falling shut.

"Tasuku, come join." Izumi waved her free hand at the man who was sliding plates of honeyed toast with bananas across the counter and hummed a faint sound of approval when her own plate was presented to her. She bumped her shoulder against Tasuku's when he sidled up to the spot that wasn't occupied and lifted an arm to wrap around her shoulders while Tsumugi lifted a piece of toast to her mouth.

She gratefully chomped at the toast she was being fed and slumped against the counter again, feeling a little better about the day as she was squished between the best friend duo, their warmth gradually seeping into her bones and making he toes feel tingly.

Azuma strode into the kitchen next, looking lovely as always as the sun rays filtering in through the blinds made him look like he was glowing. His long hair was silky and shiny in the sunlight, and Izumi couldn't help but stare in amazement with how ethereal he managed to look so early in the morning.

"Good morning, Honeypie." The older man cooed from the other side of the counter and held out a hand to brush his fingers through Izumi's already messy hair, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to her forehead with a sweet smile. The director let out a small sigh and let herself be pampered this quiet morning, her eyes falling shut once more when a comforting arm slung itself around her waist.

"Any idea if Hisoka's awake yet?" Izumi murmured with sleep still riddling her voice, and finished the last bite of her toast that Tsumugi offered to her, his cheek gently pressed to the side of her head as it seemed it was his arm around her midriff.

Azuma chuckled faintly and took Izumi's plate to eat the bananas she wasn't touching, nodding as he motioned towards the sofa.

"He followed me down the hall and fell asleep in the living room. Homare is still reciting his poems in the courtyard."

Tasuku scoffed at the mention of the word poem and rolled his eyes, popping a piece of sliced banana into his mouth as Azuma took a high stool and sat on it comfortably, the man of the night resting his cheek in his palm as he adoringly watched Izumi get cuddled by the duo.

"I need to feed Hisoka." She murmured, but was quickly caught by Tasuku when she slipped away from Tsumugi's casual grip on her waist, the former God Troupe member staring down at her with sharp, but curious eyes.

"What are you planning on making for him?"

"The omelette soufflé Omi always cooks." She pouted when she was crowded back into the counter by Tasuku, the edge gently digging into her spine as he uncharacteristically kissed her temple, Tsumugi already moving around the stove to get the pan and bowl ready.

"How about you just stick to your curry while one of us makes breakfast for Hisoka?" Azuma kindly offered Izumi, but the director knew deep down that with the tone he was using, they were not going to let her cook such a difficult meal and ruin it for one of the pickiest eaters in the dorm.

"Now up you go." Tasuku crooned and held Izumi's hips with firm hands, effortlessly lifting her up onto the counter without so much of a grunt as the sound of eggs cracking distracted her. With a pout, Izumi pushed Tasuku away while she set down her empty coffee mug and turned her body slightly to face Azuma, the man already gazing at her with warm eyes as he held out the last piece of banana for her to take from his fingers.

A small ah left her when she leaned in, picking off the banana from Azuma with a thankful grin. Almost as fast as it came, Izumi's grin fell in shock when the former professional cuddler proceeded to lick the fingertips that her lips touched to get the honey off his skin.

He winked.

"Azuma! Oh Go–" She gasped, but was interrupted by a half asleep Hisoka who was tightly wounding his arms around her waist to snuggle up against her, his body sulking as he rest his head against her chest.

"So warm.." Hisoka sighed when Izumi immediately responded by wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders, her free hand coming up to brush through his bedhead as he decided to go back to snoozing.

The sound of Tsumugi and Tasuku quietly bickering over how to properly flip the omelette was background noise to Izumi as she pet Hisoka's head, the gentle lull of his calm breathing slowly seeping into her body as she relaxed again in the sweet embrace of a friend, her legs curled around his torso to make sure he wouldn't fall to the floor in his sleep.

Just then, Homare came back inside the dorm, but was quiet as he tiptoed back up the stairs. He curiously looked around the corner when he reached the top, and was relieved to see that everyone else in the troupe was awake.

He was reciting his poems out loud in the courtyard rather than in his room because he finally understood why Hisoka always had a difficult time sleeping in there. Plus, it was best to not disturb the other members in the dorm as well.

"Good morning, everyone." He greeted jovially and somewhat skipped towards the kitchen where everyone was with his indoor slippers sliding across the floor, a small bundle of light red and pink carnations in his hands.

He handed the flowers to Izumi who was still holding Hisoka as he slept, but didn't seem to care as he lifted his hand to hold the back of her head and carefully pull her a few centimetres down to print a kiss to her forehead, his smile near blinding when he ruffled her hair and kissed her cheek next.

"And Happy Valentine's to you, Izumi."

"Thanks, Homare." She laughed bashfully and removed her hand from Hisoka's hair to affectionately rub her palm against the poet's cheek in gratitude.

Tsumugi turned around after giving up arguing with Tasuku and let the fitness junkie do whatever he wanted with the omelette. He was surprised to see the flowers that were held in Izumi's hand and looked up at the director who seemed to be happy to be surrounded by his troupe members.

His heart slightly swelled at the smile she so shyly hid by ducking her head and sighed, his shoulders loosening up as he reached out for the carnations that were cradled by shaking, caffeinated fingers.

"Great choice, Homare." He complimented the poet who was now sitting at the dinner table with Azuma. Homare smiled proudly before going back to explaining his latest unpublished work to Azuma, who was nodding along with half lidded eyes.

Tsumugi took the carnations from Izumi so she could go back to holding Hisoka and went to find a vase in one of the low cabinets in the kitchen, a nostalgic melody escaping him as he found a little pot for the flowers to sit in.

He filled the glass with a bit of water then gently sunk the flowers' thin stems into the vase, pushing it into the corner of a separate counter that had the most sunlight.

The carnations wouldn't last very long, but they still deserved the utmost care.

"I think dark red carnations would've been a nice addition." Tsumugi commented as Tasuku helped Hisoka sit down on a chair so that he could eat his breakfast. Izumi turned to look at the troupe leader with a curious gaze, but the man could only laugh and shake his head to dismiss the thought, only making Izumi more curious to know why.

"You can find out on your own when you're feeling better." He spoke ominously, but with a gentle expression as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his warm fingertips lightly tickling her skin while she pouted.

Tsumugi brushed his knuckles against her cheek and grinned.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

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Demonic Possessions Ch 2: Getting A Little Cozy

NOTE: Sorry about the delay. Had an unexpected guest I had to babysit. I also couldn’t stop writing this. I had no idea where to stop this chapter lol.

Warnings: None, just a little language. I

“Pftssss…” Lena had to cover her mouth with both hands quickly. The badass demons everyone on Earth feared were a bunch of bratty children! The nephilim wanted desperately to film the scene and share with her brothers. They wouldn’t believe her if she told them about this.

Lilly rolled her eyes and sighed as she begrudgingly went on into the room to join the chaos. She then patted the empty seat beside her for Lena. Of course the guys didn’t even pause in their antics at the arrival of their new guest.

The remaining seat available for Leviathan was on the other side of Lena. It seemed he would be stuck beside the 3D nephilim for eternity at this rate. He sat down, focusing on his phone, trying to rapidly tap on it while reaching towards his food.

“You’re going to pay me back for my property AND you’re going to retrieve it.” Satan responded. Lena thought he looked like he was going to snap at any moment given the giant vein on his forehead. She didn’t envy Mammon being the target of his rage.

Lucifer started to eat, but hesitated to say, “Mammooooon…” Which instantly caused the loud demon to melt into his seat to sulk. The eldest resumed his meal, ignoring the death stares still being shot at him by Belphegor.

“This looks delicious.” Lena finally spoke. The commotion, all of the food, the smells; All of it had been overwhelming and she didn’t realize she hadn’t tried anything yet. It was definitely colorful, and somewhat intimidating. She absolutely would not question the ingredients, let alone the nutrition facts. Wait, do they even have Nutrition Facts in the Devildom?

Asmodeus had sat down, giving up on Beelzebub’s inability to control himself. When Lena spoke up, he gave her a sweet smile, “Oh it is. And it is super healthy. I wanted you to get to taste something wonderful for your first meal in the Devildom.”

“That’s sweet of you, thanks.” Lena chimed with a huge grin before digging in. “Damn this is sooooo good!” Her piercing blue eyes widened with excitement. No wonder the bigg’un over there was wolfing the stuff down. Her reaction caught a few of them off guard and nobody confessed that Asmo merely ordered the food. He solely focused on the presentation.

It did get a few under-the-breath chuckles from a few of them as Asmodeus beamed at her response, “Oh thank you hun. I knew you’d like it. You seem to have good taste...you’re brothers too.” He was referring to the fashion they were wearing. He also noticed the fine quality of her luggage before. It looked quite expensive.

Lena chuckled, “Haha...Azri trained me well. We share a love of fashion...and shopping. I really need to do some shopping as soon as possible…” It was more of a note to herself out loud, but the beauty guru of a demon lit up with excitement, “Oh let me take you! Lilly we have to show her Majolish!”

Lilly joined in with equal amounts of excitement, “Yes we gotta. And it sounds like Azri should tag along too.”

“NO!” Lena responded louder than she meant to. Lucifer actually stared at her for a moment. “I mean uh, not this time...he and I may have a few disagreements...when it comes to expenses.” There were a few demons at the table who could understand that. Pretty much Lucifer and Satan were the only responsible shoppers in the room. And of course Lucifer tried to keep a tight leash on his little brothers’ shopping expenses.

“I do need a few immediate room amenities ASAP.” Lena continued, “After Levi wrestled down all of those sheets, dust and cobwebs went all over the place. It’s a hot mess...and not in the good time.” that got a laugh out of Asmo and Lilly, “And I have no sheets, pillows, or a comforter...and I some furniture for my clothes...they’re all packed away still…”

“Awe! That’s no good! You can’t let your clothes get dusty!’ Asmo covered his mouth. He couldn’t imagine living in a room so dusty. It made him want to skip dinner and head directly to his luxurious bathtub. “Lena, you can sleep with me tonight?” Of course he was all smiles and eager to offer that.

“Asmo. Yer just being a perv.” Mammon commented, pausing his sulk-eating.

Lilly shook her head, “I’m lending her a set of my sheets and a pillow for tonight. And did you show her the Akuzon app Levi? She can quickly order some cool furniture to be sent here in no time.”

The otaku demon looked up from his phone, “Yeah, I showed her Akuzon. We ordered some manga and wall scrolls and…” Leviathan proceeded to list 30 unnecessary anime or gaming-related items.

“What the hell! Did you just order that for yourself?!” Mammon exclaimed. He thought his brother went on a wild spree with Akuzon again. A rather bold assumption coming from the Avatar of Greed himself.

“No no no no!” Lena laughed, “He gave me a few recommendations, and then I saw a few things I liked. I'm a huge fan of gaming and manga myself.” Mammon, Asmo, and Lilly blinked with surprise. Great, there was another one amidst them. “Hey, don’t judge me! They are great art forms and there is such a plethora of dynamic stories you couldn’t experience in any other media. I would also like to add that I am a freelance artist on the side and I focus on anime and gaming characters…”

Leviathan stared at Lena for a moment in awe of her ‘speech’. Where everyone else understood that she was just conversing about the subject, the indigo-haired demon saw her standing at a podium, giving an academy award-winning performance and he fought the urge to clap.

“Ah, gotcha.” Mammon responded. The other two nodded.

“Hey! Why did you guys just nod when she spoke passionately about those things, but when I say anything, you give me such crap you normies!” he scrunched his nose at his brothers in particular.

“Because she didn’t try to ramble incoherently about it for an eternity or bog us down with unimportant details Levi…” Asmodeus shrugged.

“Awe...I’m sorry…” Lena patted his shoulder, feeling bad for Leviathan, “I’ll listen to your rambles anytime.” Leviathan sighed and shrunk down for a moment, then realized that the female nephilim was patting him. A girl. Touching him. Repeatedly!

“WAAAAAGH! NooOoooOO!” Leviathan rose like a vampire from a coffin, out of his chair, and ran from the room. Everyone laughed at the scene. Even Lucifer ‘covered his mouth to cough’ at the same moment.

Lena merely chuckled sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to make him so uncomfortable...I guess I’m a little too chummy…”

“No. Leviathan is just…” Lilly tried to find the right words for it, “well he refers to himself as a shut-in. He always freaks out about body contact. Pretty much with just about anyone…” Though she knew Lena’s case was a little different and couldn’t help but chuckle.

When dinner was over, the house members scattered. Lena went with Mammon and Asmodeus to Lilly’s room to hang out and further discuss shopping plans. Levi didn’t respond when Mammon banged on his door to join them. It was nice to be getting along well enough with a few of the brothers already. The nephilim didn’t feel as welcomed earlier that day as she was now.

“This looks cool!’ she said as she approached the tree, “I can’t say I’ve seen a huge tree just growing in someone’s bedroom before. Are Poison Ivy or something?” Lena chuckled and sat on the side of the bed.

“Well, she and I do have a few things in common, not gonna lie…”Lilly responded as she joined her new friend.

“So, are we gonna go shopp’n after class tomorrow?” Mammon scratched his head, looking a bit uncomfortable as he sat on the couch, “I may have to ditch last period if I’m gonna go too.”

This made a huge smirk spread across Asmo’s glossy lips, “Ah, trying to avoid paying our Dear Satan your check tomorrow by spending it all with us?” The question caused his older brother to blush and furrow his brows, embarrassed and angry that he got caught.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin about. I just feel like getting a head start…”

Lilly exchanged looks with Asmo, then Lena. “You know that’s bullshit, right?”

“100%. I just arrived here today and I can read you like a book dude.” Lena gave Mammon a devilish grin.

Great, now the new girl was joining in on the ‘let’s pick on Mammon brigade. It’s bad enough when his little brothers and best friend did it, but her? Crossing his arms, the greedy demon refused to respond to her remark.

“While I do love poking fun at my scummy big brother,” Asmo chimed, “I do want to resume our discussion from earlier. What are we ever going to do about you in that filthy attic room?” Lilly joined in at the concern. “Why don’t you store your clothing in my closet until your furniture arrives from Akuzon? Lilly did the same thing.”

“That would be great, actually, I was kind of concerned about wrinkles and creases...and my brother vaporizing me over it.” Azri was the chillest guy out there, but fuck with his clothes and he was a 6’4”, fire-breathing maniac with claws.

“And as for sleeping arrangements, I do really think you should consider sleeping in my room with me.” Asmo added. Immediately Mammon and Lilly glared at him.

Lena wasn’t an idiot; she knew he was clearly the Avatar of Lust. The right amount of narcissism, the insistence of closeness, and the weariness of everyone around him. She was also a big girl that could take care of herself. Even if he was a demon of seduction. “You know what? I’m game. If you have a clean, comfy bed I will crash it.”

The other two just looked dumbfounded at her, while Asmodeus closed his eyes and grinned. “Oh this will be lovely. We can do nightly facials and I’ll braid that beautiful silvery hair of yours. Maybe we can take a bath together?”

“Hmm...I might forgo that bath...for now.” Lena responded, “but the rest of that sounds delightful after this incredible fucking journey. My day wasn’t going well before I arrived, and then I’ve been a little overwhelmed by...well, EVERYTHING I’ve seen since we got here.”

“Are you sure about this? My brother’s a little perv…” Mammon’s arms were crossed again and he looked genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to be strung upside down somewhere by Lucifer again for not at least warning the girl. They were also supposed to be cautious with the nephilim until they learned more about them at least. Lucifer’s orders.

Lena yawned, unphased by the older demon’s concerns, “Maybe I am too?” She gave a sly expression at Mammon, making him blush and look away, pretending not to be. “I think you guys have some misconceptions about nephilim. Just because we are half angels, doesn’t mean we are highly virtuous and prudish.” She grinned, reflecting on the trouble she and her brothers have caused over the centuries. “I mean, we have more morals than demons, that’s for sure, but our feelings are so intensely human and we’re considered flawed for it. We’re whimsical, passionate, reckless, and live life to the fullest. And we suffer for it too.”

The others in the room were quiet, reflecting on what she said. Mammon admittedly thought she and her brothers may be a bit innocent-like. Even older angels like Simeon tended to be. He and his brothers were once before. Asmo shared that sentiment as well, but was delighted knowing for sure that Lena wasn’t.

Standing up, Lena yawned again and stretched before she walked over to Asmodeus with an extended hand to help him up, “I’m really tired after eating so much tonight. Don’t we have to get up early tomorrow? I wanna rest ‘cause I am a horrible monster to wake up in the morning.”

Asmodeus took her hand; it was as soft as his. He blushed with delight and excitement. “Yes, we’d better get our beauty sleep! You too; the both of you!” Lilly was something of a muse for Asmo when designing and consulting Majolish with petite creatures in mind and his big brother did a lot of modeling.

The demon’s bedroom was so pretty and feminine. And it smelled wonderfully. The bed looked as soft and comfortable as she’d imagined it to bed. “Asmo, are you sure you’ve fallen? ‘Cause this room looks heavenly after doing all that dusting!” she stepped out of her shoes quickly and sprung for the bed, eager to touch the cozy comforter. “You weren’t kidding about this.”

There was a chuckle from Asmo, not taking offense to the comment at all. She was genuinely excited. Mimicking a feline, he walked slowly towards the nephilim. ‘I never kid about luxury and beauty darling.” He reached for Lena’s hair, pulling it all behind her. It was as silky as he imagined. She didn’t withdraw from him, good. He ran his fingers slowly through her locks before suggesting they went over to his vanity.

They both gazed in the mirror together. She looked drowsy, he was only a little. “I am so curious about you nephilim. I never met one personally until today.” He picked up a brush and began running it through her hair before putting it into a braid. Everything he did was in a rather intimate way, yet Lena never gave a reaction beyond her tiredness.

“There’s honestly not a lot to be curious about.” Lena responded. She loved when others played with her hair and it was quite common for Azri to braid hers so no tangles got in it. He was more concerned by it than she was. That Mother Hen. “You really can ask me anything. You all can. We are transparent; we literally can’t lie. That’s the stupid angelic trait we all share. At best we can simply not answer you. That being said, and simply because we three are scorpios, we fucking hate lies. Don’t. *clap* Do. *clap* It. We sense that shit miles away.” She made Asmo laugh uncontrollably as she gave instances where exes got their cars destroyed or a garden gnome’s decapitated head through their bedroom window on the 5th story of an apartment. They were definitely far from angelic. Definitely emotional creatures to say the least.

“Lena. I think you and your brothers will really like it here in the Devildom. Your..passionate natures can run wilder here than it possibly could in the human world.” When he finished her hair, Asmo lifted the end and smelled it in a sensual way. “You can put your jewelry here. I promise it’s safe from my scumbag brother, Mammon. There’s a curse on this box specifically targeting him. Solomon created it.

“Oh did he now?” That got her attention. Her brow was raised as she looked at it. It did have the elaborate designs he fancied. “So you’re one of his..contracted?”

Asmo nodded as he retrieved the night masks they agreed to apply once their make-up was removed. “Yes. We have a contract. He’s such an interesting human; I couldn’t resist him.”

Lena chuckled, “Trust me, I know. Been there…” This time Asmo was brought to attention.

“Are you one of his…?” he asked carefully. “Hell no! I wasn’t one of his 300 wives or 700 concubines...or is it vice versa? Any no. We did have a wild time together during the renaissance period in Italy. I’m not easily tamed and we were just ‘having fun’.”

Asmo beamed, wanting to know all of the juicy details. “Oh I’ve got some stories for you, darling. But then again he has plenty on me so you’d better not say anything to anyone else, got it!” Lena gave him a serious expression with the mask on, making him chuckle, but agreed not to tell. “I can promise pinky. Lilly explained how important a tradition it is. Heavier than a blood oath!’

The nephilim started at him blankly. This was one of those times where she just had to avoid the truth. No comment. No problem. She shared the pinky promised the demon and they continued getting ready, spilling little stories along the way. Then came time to change clothes.

The demon leant her an oversized t-shirt that smelled like citrus, because Lena wasn’t going all of the way back to the dusty attic after getting nice and clean. She began removing her shirt, not thinking anything of Asmo being in the room.

“Oh my!” he said with wide eyes, “how bold you are, tempting me like this.” He turned away blushing, but held quite the smile. He thought of how much fun they might have in time.

Lena chuckled, “Sorry, I’m used to changing in front of others. Dorm life; fashion life; party life.” Her bra was tossed aside only after she put the shirt on and slid her ripped jeans off. Asmo changed in his giant bathroom.

He emerged where cute, cyan pajamas that made Lena giggle, “You look so cozy.”

“And you look cute, yet seductive.” he chimed back as he headed to pull back the comforter. He insisted that Lena got in first, and to get comfortable. She followed the suggestion, then decided it was best to place a pillow between them, just to set things straight. She didn’t mind flirting around with him, but she had a little apprehension and self-control.

He wanted to pout at the dividing pillow. Lilly did the same thing, which was no fun. He wanted to at least snuggle with her, feel her curves that filled-out his shirt. They laid beneath the top sheet and comforter, facing one another with smiles. “Good night Asmo. Thank you for the delicious first dinner, volunteering to go shopping with me tomorrow, and letting me crash here.”

“You’re welcome Darling. And thank you for sharing some candid Solomon stories. I’ll cherish them forever!” They both laughed and the demon watched as Lena drifted off into her dream world. It was really quite something. She had all of the trust in the world in him not to try something with her. He was always used to apprehension and it took forever for Lilly to fully trust in him.

He found himself wanting to run his fingers against the edge of her soft, porcelain face and hair as she slumbered. Asmodeus refrained, but continued to watch over her until he too fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of some odd alarm clock started buzzing, causing Lena to groan and bury her face under a pillow. It was strange. It smelled like lavender and honey. She didn’t recall trying any new perfumes lately. And she didn’t have one of her witchy ladies crash.

“Good morning Darling.” she heard a songbird voice chime. It was so close to her; TOO CLOSE! The nephilim quickly rose, clutching the pillow beside her in a panic. It was obvious that she forgot all that had transpired the night before. Lena was totally lost, having no recollection of entering this “Better Homes Than Yours”-looking bedroom.

Her eyes darted straight over to the owner of that voice: a “pretty boy” type. He had a seductive smirk as he stared up at her. He was clothed, though his pajama shirt was completely unbuttoned. It made her instinctively look to see what she was or wasn’t wearing.

The nephilim’s antics caused Asmodeus to chuckle lightly. He knew exactly what was going on in her head. He’d seen it happen so many times: The panic of waking up in a stranger’s bed. The Avatar of Lust never got bored watching this scenario play out. He was highly curious about what Lena thought had happened. “What’s wrong Darling? You look a little lost…” He decided he would have a little fun with her.

“I uhm…” was all Lena could manage to respond with. Her hair was braided, yet the top was completely frizzed. Her eyes widened when the stranger reached towards her. “Did we…?” It wouldn’t be her first time, by a long shot, but she felt completely refreshed instead of her normal hung over status after an ONS.

“Did we what Lena, Darling?” Asmo asked, playing coy. He was loving this. What naughty thoughts was she having about him? She froze, looking at his open shirt. He looked so hot laying like that. She’d be very proud of herself if she didn’t in fact jump his bones the night before.

“You know…” she said, slightly embarrassed, “bump uglies…”

“There is most certainly nothing ‘ugly’ about me Darling.” he responded, giving her a wink. He let her process that for a moment, watching her sigh and throw herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. He knew he was on the edge of taking things too far, and decided to stop with the charade.

Leaning really close to her, Asmodeus whispered in Lena’s ears, “As much as it would’ve been, we only did facials and went to sleep.” He chuckled softly as he saw her ear turn pink.

“Eeeergh!” Lena gritted her teeth and popped the side of his hip, as he was casually lounging on his side, embarrassing the hell out of her. “You are fucking aweful!” She kicked around, pouting.

Asmo chuckled more, loving being able to see her like this. She was absolutely adorable in this state. He totally saw why Solomon would try to fool around this dangerous beauty. He didn’t react, but that swat actually hurt a little. “As much as I want to keep snuggling-up in bed and tease you, we really need to start getting ready for class. You do NOT want Lucifer on your case, especially so early in the morning.”

Remembering she had to go to school made Lena groan even more. “Damn it! I don’t wanna Asmo...it’s too early!”

It took awhile for the two of them to get dressed, followed by hair and make-up. Asmodeus couldn’t resist getting to make-over someone after getting himself dolled-up. It was clear that Lena was used to it, holding perfectly still and moving about just right. She explained that she modeled for her brother, Azriel, quite often.

When they were ready, both Lena and Asmo exited his room, giggling about some joke she’d told about Solomon. It just so happened that Levi and Satan were walking down the corridor to witness this.

Of course, neither of them knew about the sleeping arrangement, and thought exactly the wrong thing. “Oh, good morning guys. What do you think? Am I RAD material?” the nephilim asked, showing off her school uniform. She felt rather silly wearing a uniform. Her school didn’t require one, focusing on individuality and expression more.

Satan merely stared at her, blinking. He wasn’t sure what this situation was, nor how to respond. “Uhm, it suits you well..” he cleared his throat a bit. Asmo was such a clever little demon, knowing what his older brothers thought and continued to play games. He reached out and took Lena’s hand. “It does, doesn’t it!?”

Leviathan’s face was red, but he looked otherwise rather deadpan. He gave no response, but instead walked right past his younger brothers and the nephilim. It was a curious reaction to both Lena and Satan. She assumed he just wasn’t a morning person.The three followed after Leviathan downstairs to the dining room table.

It was Mammon’s day for cooking. He’d gone the waffle route, making it quick and easy. The was beast bacon, hellfire bumble bee syrup, and fresh fruits of The Devildom. “You guys are gonna spoil me with all this delicious food.” She chimed and gave her compliments to “Chef Big Money Mammon” which caused him to blush and go tsundere on her.

“You don’t eat like this at your place?” Beelzebub asked, before swallowing what she was sure to be an entire waffle whole.

Blinking for a second in disbelief, she quickly shook her head, “Nah, we had a cafeteria at Belmont. We’re too much in a hurry to enjoy a setdown meal in the mornings. Too many things to do on our agendas. That and Azriel forbids sugary foods, especially during the most important meal of the day.”

“There’s only one important meal?” Beel asked, swallowing even more food.

Lilly laughed, “I told you we believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It sets your energy and mood.” Lena nodded as she began to take her seat.

‘Oh Lena, Darling,” Asmo chimed, “I might have to agree with your brother about eating too much sugar at breakfast. Your skin is so soft and smooth…..(paused for effect), I don’t want you to get any acne flare-ups. Especially after I spoil you with the latest line from Majolish.”

Okay, the sneaky 5th brother was really having some fun with his implications. Though everyone really did jump to conclusions quickly. And what made things even more suspicious was the way Lena didn’t react to him or get embarrassed.

“Today, Asmo DARLING, I will make an exception to the dietary rules thwarted upon me.” she replied, “Mammon took time to fix me a plate and I intend on enjoying it. Besides, it’s a part of my learning experience. Cuisine speaks volumes for culture anywhere you go.”

The second eldest brother couldn’t help but smile to himself at the appreciation for the food he made. It was unexpected coming from a stranger. “Yeah, don’t waste that food. I got up early to get it ready!”

There were jokes flying around the room about ‘chef Mammon’ with a lot of laughter. Even Belphegor, who was still in sulk mode, took the time to thank him for ‘slaving over the waffle iron’ for everyone. The only one that didn’t seem to joke around was Leviathan. He was quietly focusing on his phone as usual.

“Enough, everyone. It’s time to leave.” Lucifer announced. There were a few sighs that followed. Beelzebub quickly crammed as much as he could in his mouth as his twin began to push him towards the exit. “Beel, you should be good til lunch…” he murmured sleepily.

Lena was actually excited to share her first night experiences with her brothers and learn about how they fared. She didn’t text them anything besides ‘good night lub you!’. She’d rather see the expressions on their faces.

On the way to the Academy, Lena walked up beside the 3rd eldest; her ‘keeper’ she decided to call him. “Hey, are you playing the same Otome today?”

Leviathan froze for a moment, then continued to play. “No, I’m playing an action RPG…” He didn’t seem enthusiastic, nor did he seem focused on the game either. It puzzled Lena, so she kept on with the conversation, “I like those. The Marvel Alliance is my favorite.”

She could see a struggle in him. It was like he wanted to ask about it, but held back. What was his deal? Since he wanted to know, obviously, she went ahead and continued, “So it's all of the characters in the whole Marvel universe. It’s random what good guy characters or bad guys you get, but you draw random ones, build your team that are good against certain types of enemies, and level em up. It’s got decent story lines, and it’s cool you can play as bad guys too...it’s just. I really hate the ‘pay to play’ games that get you into gambling away your money for the characters you want.”

He glanced at Lena out of the corner of his eyes as she spoke. She really was the only person he knew that could ramble on about games like he could. Well not as much as him. He was the king otaku here after all.

“Are you by chance upset with me?” Lena asked, “I figured you’d at least share your opinion of the whole pay-to-play thing…” she had a tuition for these things and hated feeling awkward around people, especially ones she’d be around a lot.

At first Leviathan was going to dodge her question, then Asmodeus called to the nephilim to ‘hurry up’ to walk with him. It made him grit his teeth. “NO! Why would a shut-in otaku care about a 3D girl getting a little cozy with Asmo!?” He shouted at Lena and stormed on ahead of everyone.

Lena felt the eyes upon her. Not only did the fellow House of Lamentation members look at her for answers, but other RAD students gathering about the school grounds who witnessed the scene as well.

The nephilim facepalmed as Lilly joined her at one side, with Asmodeus at the other. “What was that all about?”

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[SYT] 6. the lofty lion

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Explicit (tagged as thoorist) Tags: loss of virginity, body worship, cock worship, edging, trans female character, confessions Word Count: 8,705

Summary: According to the movies, May was due for an epic love confession. She never could find a movie to relate too.

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A/N: starting moving to my new apt. Don’t know when i’ll have time to post this so here it is! will fix errors when i have time lol

May told herself she was going to tell Winter today. After the usual ‘Accelerated Program’ debriefing, the group will go on another not-date stroll around Mantle and goof around until Glade told them where they trapped the Grimm.

Everything went as planned. Fiona dragged them around her neighborhood. They found an empty park and jumped on the swings. May got to see and smile at Winter’s soft embarrassed blush as her adult teammates tried to do a full 360. She got Winter laughing softly when the pair of stopped at the apex and fell onto the bars. She got to hold Winter’s hand as security chased them out of the playground.

Winter didn’t let go of her hand, as she fixed her hair and tried to hide the smile behind a fist. May couldn’t even breath at the sight. It’s been years since the women looked so relaxed and happy. Joanna only smiled at the pair, lifting Fiona onto her back and linking arms with Robyn as they went about to cause more mayhem. May should have told Winter then.

They checked in on Glade who was slowly recovering and sleeping on the clinic’s couch. None of them had the courage to slip off those glasses and peek at their face. Fiona did produced a marker from her semblance. When she went to draw on their face a sudden headbutt had Fiona on the ground. Robyn and May screaming, practically climbing into their partner’s arms. Winter openly laughed.

May could have confessed through a kiss. Wanted to right then and there. Instead May blushed, heart cowering and thundering in her chest as she tried to worm her way out of Winter’s grasp. The women sneered and adjusted her grip, holding May tight until she finished laughing. It was soft and gentle and confused Glade enough for Faunus wears to poke out from the sides of their head and swivel around. It was like May’s head and heart, confused and dizzy and May thought she could feel Winter’s chest beat in time with hers.

Winter did admit she loved her back after all.

Nothing would go wrong if May told her.

Somehow Fiona managed to drag Glade to the movies with them. It involved flustering them with too much physical affection and playful headbutting until they were a little overwhelmed. The Thief was lil’ Fi’s prisoner for the night, trapped between Fiona and Robyn to make sure they didn’t slip away.

May would confess her feelings before they went into the theater. The not-date night out would turn into a date night out and May would finally fucking kiss her.

Instead May’s heart was in her throat. A nearly choking pressure as Winter stood comfortably at May’s side, talking with Glade about Dust while Robyn tried to wrestle Fiona into not stealing from the arcade machines. May would tell Winter after the fifth pointed look Joanna would give but Winter didn’t talk much.

The Schnee commanded, gave advice and lessons. Her tone was always above others, either as a leader in the public eye, a parental figure to her siblings and even a challenger to May and their friends. But with Glade, Winter’s voice was non of the above. It was cautious and curious as they talked about Dust. It was a voice May rarely hears so she didn’t chicken out of confessing, she enjoyed the moment and listened. Until Glade and Winter both gently prodded May into joining the conversation.

Gentle prods turned into teasing May tried to match their bite. Far too soon Joanna dragged Glade away. Winter pressed into May’s side, shoulder to shoulder and whispering taunts Fiona and Glade could hear. May played along, waiting till her nerves and irrational fear calmed down.

She’ll tell Winter after the movie…

Or after they made sure Glade was on Robyn’s couch to rest instead of Grimm wrangling. Their ears flicked nervously and they loosely hugged the Spring the toy lion. “Did… did you guys just kidnapped me?” They mumbled

“Is it possible to kidnap a stray?” Winter teased slipping into Robyn’s room to change. May followed before her nervous could stop her. She gently closed the door and… Stood there. Fiona was loud, excited and teasing her fellow Faunus but Winter’s calm breathing was easier to hear. Easier to focus on as Winter slipped the tie and shirt.

In the movies Fiona likes, this would be the scene where the hero finally confess.

Instead May’s mind stopped, eyes lingering on the bra that slipped to the floor and then mesmerizing the planes of Winter’s back, the flexing shoulders and arms as she slipped on a looser bralette for the night. Up to her neck and lips as Winter turned and smiled at May.

“You are such a bottom.”

“I… f-fuck off,” May stammered eyes wide. She tried to be polite and keep her eyes on Winter’s face but it was getting harder as she walked towards her. Harder when those hands slipped the belt loose and hips wiggled her pants down.

She knows. It’s so fucking obvious but every confession May tried to force out just choked in her throat. Frustration started to prick at her eyes. May tried blinking away the tears and saw a Winter’s hurt expression for a moment. The Schnee almost stepped away but May grabbed her.

She had no plan, she just wanted Winter close. Wanted the smile back. Winter braced herself against the door, hugging May tight to her body. If this was a movie they would kiss. May wanted too and now that she knew Winter liked her back it was so obvious that Winter wanted to kiss her too.

Instead Winter took a deep breath, gently pushing May against the door. May blinked away the frustrated tears but more swelled up as Winter’s hand slide from her back to her ribs, over her chest and slowly up May’s neck. Her thumb brushed May’s lips. The Marigold would have whimpered if her breath wasn’t stuttering.

“You always sucked with words,” Winter mused lightly. May frowned, grumbling and looking away. Winter laughed softly resting their foreheads together. Still she didn’t kiss close the few inches, those blue eyes didn’t move from May’s lips. “I think you’ll taste better if I have you wait a little longer.”

“S-seriously!?” May weakly growled.

“You want it so bad? Take it,” Winter said, lifting her fingers off May’s lips and cheek to grab at May’s tie. She even encouraged her partner with a light tug but May was frozen. Shaking. She felt too hot against Winter’s cool skin. Winter waited for a minute, getting comfortable and enjoying how May’s beating heart made her tremble. “Good girl.”

“Cheating,” May said with a gasp. With two words all the heat fluttering in her chest shot low. May tensed, the romantic frustration slowly draining as as she fought the lower fire in her gut.

“Sorry,” Winter said with a mocking smile. A hand was on May’s check again, first pressed against her lips then swiping the tears that slipped past. “I… I don’t know if I liked you as long as you liked me but I want to do this right.”

“Because making me cry from frustration is a good start,” May grumbled.

Winter blinked, surprised. She then tucked her head into May’s neck and laughed softly. May leaned her head, opening up and letting the Schnee cuddling into her. May’s arms finally felt light enough to move but felt heavy as she wrapped it around Winter’s neck. Her partner gave a content sigh, soft laughter turning into a gentle chuckle.

“Just for that you don’t get a kiss until, after our first date.” Winter said.

“How does tonight- fucking today not count as a date?!”

“Because I didn’t ask you out yet,” Winter teased. May was about to yell, face now burning more frustration but calmed the instant Winter’s lips pressed against her pinched brow. “Give me a little more time, I want you for myself for a day and because of… some people it’s a little hard.”

“It doesn’t need to be fucking perfect!” Fiona screamed through the door. May screamed a little, jumping in Winter’s arms. She blinked, surprise fading to angry realization.

“Where you assholes listening!?” May yelled through the door.

There was a pause and feet scrambling, shadows moving under the door. “No!”

May wiggled free from Winter’s hold, ignoring Winter’s pout and grumpy face as May threw the door open. She had too much energy and if Winter wasn’t gonna burn it off with a lot of kisses then revenge will have to do. Fiona only stuck her tongue out from behind Joanna and Glade.

“Wait till I get my hands on you, you little shit!”

By the time Winter finished changing Fiona had pinned May to the ground. May didn’t miss the grins Joanna and Robyn was giving her partner. Instead she tagged Glade in to the wrestling match and was surprised when the Thief and Fiona was nearly tied on the ground. For a moment Glade was winning until they favored their side and Fiona scrambled to get off them.

The following morning they were late to their debriefing and got their ears chewed off but May barely stop herself from grinning. She felt lighter, the pressure of actually stating the obvious off her chest. It still took a few days for her nerves to calm down but even a week after it was obvious she was on cloud nine.

During the ‘Accelerated’ student’s combative training Marrow paused during their spar. He frowned, tail twitching. “Did your uncle die or something? You’ve been… in a scary good mood lately.” Across the training room, May heard Fiona snickered. She glared at her teammate, but the Faunus was busy dogging Harriet and swinging a sledgehammer into the senior’s gut.

“Just… good news,” May said with a shrug. She tapped her staff on her shoulder before activating her semblance. She watched Marrow jump and look around, trying to guess where she’d appear next. Instead she took the time to watch Winter and Robyn.

Winter was good but no one expected Robyn to be better. At least against other humans. She trained to take down humans without a protective Aura. She was used to holding back but against Winter she shoot those explosive bolts at that pretty face and just leave her stunned. Those sharp blades on her wrist mounted crossbow didn’t slice open skin but slowly at at Winter’s low Aura.

It would have been match if May hadn’t jumped in staff crackling with lightning Dust. Robyn gasped, throwing herself back to avoid it. Winter blinked surprised. May only winked at her and disappeared again before one of the instructors spotted her. May was grinning when she reappeared in front of Marrow, feet kicking him in the chest.

“Ow! See, that’s what I mean!” Marrow grumbled. May only rolled her eyes and sneered, twisting the Dust chamber in her staff and activating the fire Dust.

The sparring session ended with the usual outcomes. Marrow just a little burnt, Harriet pulling tricking Fiona and winning, Elm and Joanna was now tied, Clover’s stupid semblance gave him the upper hand against Vine. Finally Winter and Robyn… was the same as last week and the weeks before.

With Winter sprawled on the ground and Robyn sitting on top of her, victorious.

Fiona grinned into May’s line of sight. May scoffed and turned away with a light blush. They looked good together but right now May wanted Winter for herself.

Robyn laughed and helped Winter up, “And here I thought you were the knight, snowflake,” She teased with a wink. Winter rolled her eyes trying to roll a kink out of her shoulder.

“And here I thought you were above cheap shots,” Winter replied, not mumble or pout. The Schnee was too dignified for that.

“I prefer the term ‘trickshot’, thank you very much,” Robyn said with a haughty scoff and lead the group to the showers.

May frowned for a moment, trailing behind the Mantle Rats with Winter. She kept rubbing her neck and rolling her shoulder. “You okay? I do owe you a massage.”

“Sounds like a good way to end a date,” Winter said with a small smirk. May’s eyes went wide, a blush quickly crawling over her cheeks as Winter finally asked, “Mantle has that carnival today. Would you like to go out?”

“Yes!” Fiona screamed.

Winter clicked her jaw shut, an angry blush dusting her pale cheeks while May shuffled a little embarrassed. Those Faunus ears has been particularly… sensitive lately. The pair had a hard time glaring at Fiona as she prounced back to her elites.

“This was suppose to be just me and May, Thyme,” Winter said. Her voice was a little hard and Fiona’s cute ears twitched low and sad. “Damn it… You idiots have been on my ass and when I finally ask May out you all think it’s another group date.”

“Oh! Ooh!” Fiona said with a slow gasp of realization. Fiona nervously twitched, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, lambchop,” Robyn said. It seemed she was coming to Fiona’s rescue but then she leaned with with a smirk, “Me and Joanna will take you on a date.”

“It- It doesn’t need to be date!” Fiona huffed, shoving Robyn back who only rolled with it and laughed.

“Call it whatever you idiots want but I doubt it’ll be any different from a normal day,” Joanna said with a laughed. She got behind the couples and gave them a light shove forward. “Come on! No one is going on a date all gross and if we all shower at Robyn’s place the water will get cold.”

“This is not a double date!” Winter stressed with a hard blush.

“Oh please, May can give you all the privacy you need,” Robyn teased, wiggling her eyes brows. At first May only raised a brow. Then she gasped, face burning as images of herself between Winter’s legs and her hand through May’s hair while a crowd of people walked, oblivious- “Wow… your kinda innocent aren’t you?”

“Shut up!”

May’s mind instantly went into overdrive, body on autopilot as she undress and showered. She thought about all the outfits in her closet and the ones left at Robyn’s place. A dress was out of the question if they were going on some rides- would they be going on some rides? Does a Mantle carnival even have rides? May should definitely avoid white, the stains would be near impossible to get out but anything too color full would clash with Winter’s wardrobe.

Winter didn’t wear anything fancy though. In fact after the shower in the locker rooms and after changing into into the usual Atlas uniform, Winter dragged her back to Mantle. Robyn and Joanna blew wolf whistles at them, a blushing lamb swatting the former cops.

At the carnival entrance Winter pulled their ties off, shoving it into a trash can and then tossed the gray vest next. May blinked surprised. Winter rolled her eyes, unbuttoning her cuffs and undoing the top two buttons of her shirt.

Then the Marigold crossed her arms and smiled, watching her picture perfect date muss herself up into something casual, "What happen to doing this right?"

“You’re smiling and not a nervous wreck,” Winter pointed out. May quickly turned her head away with a blush. When did her angry facade completely disappear? Winter hands gently on May’s chest as she unbutton the vest a little to be much more comfortable. “Would you like to keep the skirt or change into pants?”

“The um… the skirts fine,” May mumbled. May’s heart skipped a few beats every time Winter’s skinned bushed against hers. It nearly gave out when Winter undid May’s cuffs and folded them up her arms a little. Her heart completely stopped when Winter held her hand and pressed her lips to her knuckles. Light and quick, a sharp contrast to the lingering and intense blue eyes staring at her.

Before May could feint Winter grinned, something wicked and endearing, and pulled her into Mantle’s Carnival. Right towards the biggest, fastest ride on hard-light rails.

“You’ve been on roller coasters before, right princess?” Winter taunted with a raised brow.

May scoffed but it didn’t come out as strong as usual, “I should be asking you that. When do you have time for fun?” she said with the same playful bite.

Joanna was… right. It wasn’t much different from a normal day minus the fear and anxiety of having to confess. The ride helped May scream out her nerves and burned excess energy that rolled over into anxiety. She laughed linking her arms with Winter as they hurried over to the next ride.

After each ride, their linked arms slide lower and lower until Winter’s hand was comfortably in hers. Winter smiling and tilting her head down to let May tidy her hair a little. It took a few tries to brush Winter’s signature fringe back together and by the end of of May was staring at Winter’s lips. Until they curled into a teasing smirk, pointedly leaning back.

May growled, face hot with a mix of frustration and anger and she nearly ripped the shirt open. All that was forgotten as the next ride slowly crawled up the hard-light rails. May’s anger burned away with a scream, heart lurching between her gut and throat as the ride whipped them around. In between it all she got to hear Winter’s laugh in her ears.

By the time the Mantle Rats finally got into the carnival the place was packed and the lines were long, but because this was Atlas, military personal and students, had free access to the VIP line. Winter spotted the trio first, the cheater having a few inches over May. Still Fiona was easy to find, atop of Joanna’s shoulders and sometimes leaning down to give Robyn a kiss. They were adorable, picture perfect cute.

So May pulled out her Scroll and sent the picture to the group chat. She pulled Winter to a corner and they watched as Fiona perked up, eyes scanning for white and blue hair. Winter and May giggled as Fiona kicked her feet and wiggled her ears in frustration. Robyn reached up, pulling Fiona into a calming kiss and then dragging them onto a ride.

Winter continued to take secret pictures whenever they’d see the trio by chance. Finally fed up, Fiona dragged the other Mantle Rats to the Farris Wheel to try and find them. Winter and May giggled, ducking into the large tent housing the games.

At first it was a small competition. Then it became a losing streak as Winter cheated her way to victory for every game. Then cheating became the game and May wrapped her arms around Winter’s waist, tucking her head into her shoulder to muffle her laughter.

Winter’s small Beowolf summon would appear whenever the carnival worker wasn’t looking, pushing the ball into the hole or kicking a pin. Children would gasp and clap their hands adorably and Winter would give them the prizes and wink. They were a little younger than Whitely.

“You two are too adorable,” Robyn said. Winter’s relaxed smile slipped into a small playful huff as she looked up at the others. Fiona was finally walking on her own two feet with Joanna’s arm draped across her shoulders. Robyn had that stupid cute grin. May didn’t know if she wanted to slap it off or watch Fiona kiss it off.

“Oh! I wanna be romantic and steal May for myself,” Fiona taunted and sang, striking romantic poses like in those movies they watch sometimes. May blushed and decided that slapping both of them would be better. Fiona only laughed at their faces, “Then she spends the night taking pictures of us and baiting us around.”

“May started it,” Winter said quickly.

“How mature,” Joanna sneered. She rested her arm heavily across May and Winter’s shoulder, guiding them out of hiding and to the food stands. May sighed and rolled her eyes. Even on an official and proper date it felt like a normal day.

“At least have dinner with us! I’ll show you the best food in the carnival,” Fiona said with a grin, grabbing Winter and May’s free hands and tugging them faster along. May and Winter gave each other a defeated look. Their lil’ lamb was too cute. They both dramatically sigh and acted reluctant, making Fiona blush and hear ears twitch nervously.

Fiona didn’t take them to dinner, she dragged the group to an Argus crepe booth. It was delicious, filling enough to stave off hunger for a real meal and they should be safe enough for another ride as long as it wasn’t extreme. But instead of turning the date into a double date May noticed Winter rolled her shoulder, face twitching in pain.

May did owe her a massage…

“Actually I think we’ll head back,” May said. Fiona frowned and pouted. May smiled down at her, rubbing the base of those fluffy ears. It always made Fiona smile, “It the weekend tomorrow, we can ride all day if you want.”

“Phrasing,” Robyn said with a cough. Fiona and May glared at her, a hard blush on both of them but Fiona was the only one that actually elbowed Robyn.

The walk to Robyn’s apartment was slow but May didn’t notice the time. Only the smile and Winter’s unguarded voice as they chatted without a goal. A review of the past month, reassurance about Weiss and Silvio, speculations about Fiona’s crush on the pair. Her hair was a mess, out of that tight bun and in a loose ponytail, her cheeks were a little rosy from all the laughing and smiling. The pristine white shirt actually a little dirtied from all the rides and kicked up dirt.

“You look better like this…” May said softly as Winter sat down on Robyn’s bed. She raised a brow a smile slowly crawling across her face as May stepped between her legs. If this was earlier in the day May’s anxiety would have killed her. She wouldn’t be able to slide her hands up Winter’s chest. They would be shaking as she applied a gentle and firm pressure around the back of Winter’s neck.

The Schnee’s breath hitched, body shuttering as all the tense muscles twitched and relaxed under May’s fingers.

“You look better happy,” May explained. Winter blinked, trying to focus but her eyes kept lingering on May’s lips. “Alive, actually enjoying yourself with other people instead of on that stupid Schnee pedestal.”

“Good,” Winter said. For once her voice was the one weak and trembling. May smirked, settling against Winter’s body. The white knight only had her hands on May’s waist like she was a cherished maiden. Even as May undid the ponytail and reach brush of her hands drew soft moans from her.

For a moment May remembered that just hours before the mere thought of this would send her into overdrive. Hours of screaming and laughing, the fear she had twisting her gut was gone. Fear and a pressure she didn’t realize was on her chest. But right now… May smiled and enjoyed it.

The warmth their families never gave. Trust and intertwining history so deep it was almost protective.

Her body moved without second guessing everything and her lips was soft against Winter. After years of crushing on her family rival, childhood friend and partner… it felt natural. It wasn’t wasn’t like the movies, books, her first kiss or whatever bullshit people like to say.

It wasn’t an explosion of fireworks.

It was warm and slow, her lips following Winters as she pushed and pulled. May’s mind wasn’t racing, her heart wasn’t trying to escape her chest and run. It was… calming. Devouring. Like Winter herself, the kiss was cool on the surface, the bite on May’s bottom lip was gentle and teasing. Once she opened up she beyond warm.

Hot didn’t even begin to describe it. Intense and passionate fell short.

It just felt like Winter.

May moaned into the kiss, her tongue gliding against Winter. Cold, hot, too much but not enough. May’s body felt hazy and heavy, her heart and head somewhere on cloud nine as she pressed Winter’s back into Robyn’s bed. May pulled back, softly panting for air. She pressed into Winter’s tense neck again, harder than before. Winter’s back arched a low groan and face slightly twisting in pain had May laughing a little.

“I owe you a massage remember?” May asked, getting up and closing Robyn’s door.

“Finally paying me back over a month later. Typical Marigold,” Winter teased. May rolled her eyes instructing Winter to take off her shirt and pants, if she wanted a full body massage. May looked around for some lotion. The first draw on Robyn’s nightstand was locked. The second was ammo for a gun and the last was… very Robyn.

A small boxes of condoms for various of sizes for the toys that laid neatly next to it. The harness was suspiciously missing. And of course there was edible oils and lube-

Only then the high of the date sparked into embers low In May’s gut. She tried to smother it, glancing at Winter’s bare back and nearly bare ass.

Now wa a perfect time for revenge for the changing room. May was not easy, even if Winter made her come with just looks alone. But- but may must have been thinking to loud because Winter turned her hears towards her a smiled. She was blushing a little hard, “I’m fine with whatever pace you want to go at,” She said settling back down.

May tensed, abs flexing as her member throbbed once but hard. Winter’s eyes glanced down to the small tent in her skirt and she tried to hide the smile in the pillows. May blushed hard, grabbing the edible oil and shoving a few more pillows under Winter’s stomach and hips so her spine wouldn’t be completely fucked.

She moved quickly, standing next to Winter’s head and warming the oil in her hands. She tried to keep her thoughts chaste but that quickly went out the window as Winter tensed for a second and let out a low groan. May’s hands faltered a little, entire body shaking as the sound hit deep between her legs.

Bits of her dreams and daydreams ghosted over her skin. Her body didn’t feel as cool as May thought it would. It flexed, blood running hot under May’s touch. After one long and deep stroke along Winter’s spine, the Schnee melted a little into the pillows and bed with a happy and pleased moan. May took a quick breath, trying to ride the innocent high from the carnival as other parts of her got harder.

May tried not to focus on it… Then she scratched that thought, realization and the rush of their first date and kiss calming her fears. I’m fine with whatever pace you want to go at. Winter Schnee could be a rough lover the women choked Robyn in a changing room while Fiona fucked her. May trembled, as the memory of Winter pinning her with her eyes came back. Joanna’s hot hands pinning her hips and finally Winter’s own fingers grazing the tip of her leaking head. Winter’s eyes staring right into her as she licked her cum off her fingers. May groaned shaking her self back to the present.

I loved her since I could remember.

Loved her enough to sooth her nerves and make sure May was truly comfortable before kissing her.

The embers low in her gut didn’t feel sinful or tainted. In fact it felt rather holy.

“Always the knight,” May whispered. Winter looked up, a surprised blush on her face at the low and hungry tone in her voice. May didn’t even realize she was speaking until the next words spilled out. “Always with the restraint and control…” With purpose May’s palms firmly pressed into the base of Winter’s neck. She tore a moan from Winter’s throat with a gentle pressure on tense muscles. The sound throbbed painfully between her legs, panties tight and slowly growing slick.

May doubted she’ll ever see Winter lose control but getting her close would be fun.

Winter made another noise as her girlfriend’s thumb dug into the muscles between her ass and lower back. Winter’s hips subtly grind into the pillow and bed. May felt it more than she saw it. Her dick throbbed, imagining the hot pressure sidling gently over her shaft. May took another slow breath, a rush hungry rush of power throwing completely fogging over her fears and nerves. “I’m not sorry for enjoying this,” She heard herself say.

Winter growled softly but with another stoke down her back it choked into another whimper and an empty threat, “Don’t bite off more than you can handle, May.”

"Shut up and let me worship you," May said, the words surprisingly hard as her hands squeezed the back of Winter’s neck. Winter gasp and did just as May ordered. Fist clenching the sheets and a quivering moan spilling out. May let the sound roll through her core and down between her legs, groaning with her. More slick smearing on her head as she moved to continue the slow massage. Winter’s face was right there… Blue eyes on the bulge of her skirt but her lips were too far to do anything.

It felt like a trance watched the women she loved that was so forcibly perfect and put together fall apart. Sculpted hard muscles loosen, gasp slipped into small moans. Each pass over Winter’s spine made her tremble. The knot in her shoulder had her biting the pillows and wiggling until it was gone. But she was wasn’t worked up enough, the grinding on Robyn’s pillow obvious now but not desperate enough. She was still too controlled, so May focused on her neck.

Winter gasped, eyes fluttering close. Cool skin was starting to warm under the attention and oil, blushing softly. The soft moans turned into pleased and sleepy hums. The tension was completely gone from her shoulders, making the women she loved look smaller somehow.

At least until May transitioned to Winter’s lower body. She leaned over her, propping a knee by Winter’s shoulder to get the right pressure. Hands splayed wide, May pressed at the base of her spin and pushed low, thumbs digging under the dimples on her back and rolling lower to the swell of her ass.

Winter whimpered, body shivering slightly as May’s fingers slipped under those panties. When her hands glided out towards her hips Winter growled in frustration, a fist clutching at May’s skirt so near the bulge May bucked her hips a little.

“Relax, Win.”

“I’d relax a lot more if you’ll let me suck you off,” Winter mumbled as she let go. May only laughed. It was a little shaky as her member leaked more pre-cum, and the feeling of it wetting her panties didn’t help.

May straddled Winter’s lower back and licked her lips. She warmed a little more oil in her hands before adjusting Winter’s panties a give May more room to work with. She might have pulled the wet cloth tight against the core and Winter might have shivered at the pleasure. The selfish Schnee was definitely a little restless, shifting as May’s hands started on the swell of Winter’s ass and rolled down the back of her legs.

Winter tensed for a moment. May repeated the massage, applying a little more pressure into the tense muscles, feeling it quiver so slightly. Winter melted again and groaned. Slowly she relaxed. And slowly May’s hands wandered higher inside Winter’s thigh.

High enough to feel the heat and wetness that escaped onto her thighs. May swallowed hard, cock throbbing between her legs. Winter must have felt it too because she growled and shifted a little. She took a shaking breath, hands losing their focus and just kneading Winter’s ass. For a moment May grind down, imagining her shaft disappearing between the soft muscles in her hands.

When her grinding started to become a little too desperate, May forced herself off. Leaving a small droplets of pre-cum on Winter’s slower back.

Trying to regain some self control, May returned to Winter’s head, her hands starting at her neck and working down again.

“Lower,” Winter instructed. Her voice was low and husky, almost half asleep but the blue eyes on her restraint and covered hard on gave her away. With her hands spread wide May started at the edge of Winter’s wide back. Fingers following the curve of her breast, just shy of her nipples.

The Schnee whimpered, shifting with just a hint of desperation. Her pale hand fisted May’s skirt. The light clawing had May’s heart jumping, chest stuttering for breath. May watched Winter observe the tent in her skirt, the throbbing… Winter licked her lips but that damn control kept her from doing what they both wanted.

May repeated the motion a few times. Wondering who’s will would break first. Each time, Winter shuttered with pleasure, first bunching up the skirt and inching closer and closer to May’s leaking member. She was sure her panties were dripping just as much as Winter’s. Another pass and the selfish Schnee almost tugged the skirt off-

“Ma-May…” She begged. Winter-fucking-Schnee begged, her voice high pitched and hopeful.

“Fuck-” Her breath caught in her throat. You are so easy. “Fuck,” May cried again. With one breath May’s hour of hard work and control broke. Her hands completely slipped around to Winter’s front, oil slick hands kneading her once. Winter cried out, pressing her chest into May’s hands. Another call of May’s name as fingers pinched her nipples. Winter grind down on the pillow, other hand clawing into the back of May’s thigh to anchor her self. Winter’s grinding stopped and that hand on her thigh quickly slid up, under her skirt-

A moan was pulled out of her as hands finally cupped her throbbing slick shaft. It took May an hour to get Winter to whisper her name but she was about to say Winter’s like a prayer in less than a minute. The only reason she wasn’t was because Winter didn’t move her hand.

The Schnee paused eyes up at May in wonder and desire and love that somehow looked far too wicked. Winter’s hand slipped off her, May would have whimpered at the lose but then her panties snapped. But her dick wasn’t free, it was back in Winter’s fist and May nearly screamed. Too hot and too cold and not tight enough. May clenched her jaw, head dizzy with a rush of pleasure.

Then May was on her back in the middle of Robyn’s bed, hands pressed firmly on her mouth to muffle any noise but her harsh breathing. May felt like she was burning in Winter’s cool skin. The contrast was delicious, making her thigh shake slightly as hips moved. May cried into her open hand. Winter’s fist moved with her, giving but the tiniest teasing friction.

“How your refractory period?” Winter asked, voice stupidly cool and control for someone with eyes that was devouring. May didn’t answer at first. She tried again and again to thrust into Winter’s hand. She didn’t want to answer, she wanted pleasure, her head an angry red as pre-cum slipped out. May gently thrash in a haze, not fighting or helping Winter as she undid the buttons of her vest and shirt just enough to slip a hand under May’s bra. It wasn’t the pleasure she was begging for but it was enough to calm the fire in her gut and head.

“I- I don’t know!” May answered honestly.

“You don’t know? How can you… You’re a virgin.” Winter realized, eyes a little wide and grip a tightening. May was confident in her body, proud but… sex was never an itch for her, not like Winter and Fiona. It was a craving only one person could fill and that person was just a big fucking tease that was going to make her cry from frustration soon. The pressure in her gut and balls, and cock was almost painful. It was spreading all over her body and sending her into a craze.

“Oh… Oh, May. If, I’d known,” Finally Winter’s fist started to move. A tight tug up had May gasp for breath. A twist at her head, a fucking tight and hot twist at her head had May completely breathless with one sharp cry. “I wouldn’t have teased you so hard in the changing room.”

“Shut up and make it up to me then,” May said with a clench jaw, hips fast and desperate. Winter hummed in thought but didn’t slow her hand. It kept a lazy pace as Winter finished unbuttoning May’s top and flicked the front clasp of her bra open.

“I’m debating on how hard I want you begging.”

“You are such an asshole…” May huffed. Winter only laughed as tears finally fell from May’s eyes. Winter made her self comfortable at May’s side, kissing the tears away before gently claiming her lips. May groaned and growled into it. She bit her bottom lip, desperate for more heated and faster affection. But Winter’s hand continued to lazily stroke her, forcing May’s hips to move.

A shock of pleasure spread from her chest, Winter’s fingers pinching and twisting a nipple. “Sorry May, but I’m going to break you in the most gentle way I can,” her knight promised. May was about to bite her neck, frustration turning into plain anger but then Winter’s lips claimed her in demanding kiss, swallowing a near scream of pleasure as Winter’s hand finally moved. Hard and fast, almost vicious but May wanted more.

May’s hands clawed deep into Winter’s back, hips stuttering and rolling, trying to match Winter’s pace but it was faster than May could manage. Pleasure coiled in her gut, climbing quick and making her body tremble. Winter moved from her lip to her neck. Biting hard enough for her Aura to flare. A flash of heat spreading throughout May’s body, pleasure turning everything white for a second.

May found herself begging and whispering Winter’s name. Her member was twitching, pre-cum leaking out in a steady stream. Tears pricked her eyes as the hight of her pleasure was suddenly taken from her.

“Please… Winter, please!”

“Aura,” Winter growled into her neck. She bite again, making her Aura flash hot and making May’s entire body pulsed. Her dick throbbed and twitched, the need for something around it making her head spin and more tears slip out. “Turn off your Aura.”

“I-I can’t… please just,” May’s hips fucked the air. Winter groaned, watching her shaft twitch. She bit down May’s body but stopped at her breast. May softly cried, her own hands moving to continue but Winter pinned her wrist down. She thrashed lightly, chest arching into Winter’s mouth as she bite and sucked and teased.

The edges of an orgasm eased off, May’s breathing just started to even out when her Aura flashed across her body. Turning off. Winter groaned, teeth sinking into her chest and sucking hard. “Good girl,” Winter praised, hand tight around the base of May’s cock. May threw her head back, a fast pace stealing her breath again.

May whispered Winter’s name, begging for her hand to move faster but ever time she got too desperate Winter only slowed down. The selfish Schnee left love bites and marks across May’s chest. Then her soft abs. When Winter bit at her hips May’s hips stuttered to a stop. Her eyes wide as she propped herself up to watch.

Winter smiled up at her, making herself comfortable between May’s legs and even grabbing a pillow to slide under her partners ass. It was clear Winter intended to be there long enough to kill May.

“A small confession,” Winter said licking her lips. “Me and the others… all of them talked about your…”

“Dick, penis, cock, whatever is fine,” May mumbled in a haze. Her heart did odd skips, fear and nerves coming back. She knew Winter for years, everything about her partner was second nature but Joanna and Robyn… The anxiety was pulled out of May, with a twisting pressure of Winter’s fist over her head and slit. May moaned, arching and hips thrusting to chase that pleasure. “S-surprised I’m not cut?”

“It’s a good surprise,” Winter whispered. May gasped, hand covering her mouth as Winter decided to play. Her thumb pressed against the rim of her head, tongue twirling around the slit, slowly working under the foreskin-

Lightning hot pleasure shot through May’s body, completely overwhelming her. Suddenly everything before felt muted. Her tongue was twice as soft, twice as warm. Winter had her at tears before and now she was freely crying. Winter pulled off with a pleased hum.

“So we were right… You are more sensitive…” Winter murmured. It sounded distant to May’s ears. Her heart beat too loud, pleasure clouding all her senses except for touch. The cool fingers claws warm trails down May’s stomach, the hands massaging her balls as Winter’s tongue followed a vein down and licked pre-cum back up.

May wasn’t even aware when Winter finally wrapped her lips around May’s hard shaft and started sucking. She came back to Winter groaning around her cock, the vibrations prolonging her orgasm as she slipped deep into Winter’s throat again. Her throat felt rough, just barely hearing herself scream Winter’s name. When she tried to pull her hand free from Winter’s hair she held it there with her free and pointedly swallow.

May whimpered, thrusting deeper as she felt another load pulled from her. Winter finally lifted herself off May, taking a deep breath and clearing her throat a little. With one last lick and a some sucking she cleaned May off and hovered over her with a smile clean smile.

“Welcome back,” She mused, wiping her mouth with her fingers and licking it clean. May groaned at the sight, her hard member throbbing painfully. She grabbed Winter’s hand when it wandered through her soft mound. Winter settled against her. Thighs and panties wet, leaving a hot trail on May’s leg. She shifted at the friction but didn’t chase it. Though May could feel her desperation in the hard kiss. She didn’t give a fuck about how she tasted, it was Winter. “You… are back, right?” She muttered softly, eyes a little concerned.

“If back you mean still in heaven, sure,” May mumbled, voice slurred with pleasure. She pressed her leg into Winter’s core, listening and eating up her soft moan and the way she anchored herself with her nails. May grabbed Winter’s ass, slowly encouraging her to grind against her thigh. May hooked her thumbs under Winter’s waistband and slipped them down during the next thrust.

Winter pulled back letting out a sharp and shock cry of pleasure her wet lips and hard clit glided down May’s thigh. Suddenly that hunger in her gut was back, drying out her mouth. May’s lazy breathing speed up, soft noises of her own muffled by Winter’s desperate whimpers.

“Winter… please. I’m not done worshiping you,” May begged, the hands on her ass and hips trying to guide the women up. Up past her hips, past her breast and guiding those toned wet thighs to the side of her head. May melted at the sight. Her perfect partner completely flushed above her. Her pale skin a rosy pink from ears to cheeks to the top of her breast. May pulled her down a little, turning her head to lick at her thighs.

The Schnee whimpered while May closed her eyes and moaned at the taste. Before she knew it her lips was pressing kisses closer and closer to the soft wet curls. Her hands roamed Winter’s front, deep red lines marked Winter’s abs and chest. Her body twitching each time May twirled a nipple between her fingers.

May hovered less than inch away from Winter’s core, taking in the heat and the smell, the sweetness before her tongue slipped in. Winter lurched forward, fingers digging into the headboard and the other clawed deep into May’s hair. She groaned at the pain, at the taste, at the liquid heat finally spilling into her mouth. She leaned up, nuzzling and breathing deep. Thrusting her tongue as deep as it would go while her nose rubbed against a hard bundle of nerves.

“Fuck! May!” Winter gasped eyes wide and back arching. Wetness trickled onto her tongue and chin, making May groan. Her hips thrusting into the air as her member throbbed in time with Winter’s core, squeezing hard on her tongue and trying to pull it in. Instead tongue slowly slide out, drawing out a cry from Winter and making her grind to chase it. May only chuckled softly. A quick broad lick, tasting the wetness on her lips and a teasing gentle pressure over her clit. Broad strokes had her panting and tight circles just grazing the bundle of nerve nearly had her screaming.

She had to pull May’s head back before those lips sealed around her clit. “Virgin, huh?”

“You can thank Robyn and Fiona,” May said with a hazy smirk and heavy breath. She might have looked a mess, face wet and blushing but Winter looked worse in a perfect way. She looked a mixture of embarrassed and frustrated, gasping for breath, pupils wide with desire and stomach flexing as her core tighten around nothing. Like this, her knight looked more like a Goddess. “Watching them eat each other out gave me a good idea of what to do.”

Winter groaned, body shivering. May hummed happily, leaning up to as Winter settled back down. May was polite enough keep her licks light and pleasing, not overwhelmingly pleasurable so Winter could talk a little, “I have… some pretty good ideas on how to thank them,” She mumbled, voice trembling at every stroke around her clit. “Fuck. If I’d known you were a virgin I would have asked you if you’d wanted Fiona to join. Watching her ride your face while I fuck you- Fuck! May!”

All at once May sealed her lips around that throbbing nub, a slick finger sliding deep into her core. May groaned, her member twitching and throbbing as Winter squeezed her finger. The memory of Fiona pinning her to the floor of the training room, her warm small hips on her… May groaned, clawing at Winter’s hips and ass.

“May!” Winter nearly screamed at the finger slowly dragging along her front wall. She trembled. “More, harder,” She ordered. After over an hour of teasing each other Winter was far too worked up to last long. She pushed Winter forward, angling her hips for a brutal pace with two fingers focusing on that spongy spot that had her partner screaming.

In a few minutes she was trembling, whispering May’s name in a small prayer begging for just a little more. That she was close. May thought about bringing her to tears but her body betrayed her. Before she could stop herself, May’s lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, tongue gently rolling around it as she sucked.

Winter came with a shout, fingers clawing through May’s hair as her body shook and stilled. May groaned, slick hitting her chin and rolling down her neck. “Please don’t stop! S-Slow. Please, May,” Winter whispered again and again in a broken voice.

Those tight muscles and spasms didn’t relax until Winter was out of breath and then dragged on a few minutes more thanks to May’s gentle and slow thrust, alternating between the sensitive spot and just giving her a pleasing stretch. May avoided her clit, licking around it just to give Winter as much attention as possible. She’d love to massage those breast but her other hand as keeping Winter from completely crushing her.

When those soft moans turned into a sharp whine, May finally stopped. Head sinking into the pillow. She felt stupidly high and satisfied. The hunger in her blood now content and warm instead of starving hot. She gave a grin up at dazed blue eyes.

“Been awhile, huh?” May teased, clean hand guiding Winter to laying next to her. Winter huffed and sneered biting at whatever was closest, May’s shoulder. “You back yet?”

“Shut up…” Winter whimpered, her voice slurred and fairly unconvincing. May laughed lightly at it, trying to kiss Winter’s forehead but the women pulled her down for a messy kiss. May groaned, melting into it. Her mouth parted with Winter’s tongue meeting her halfway. Winter pulled back before she lost her breath, “Since Fiona isn’t here…” Her hand squeezed tight at the base of May’s shaft.

“Twice…” May said with a groan. She pumped her hips into Winter’s hand a few times before she remembered she was speaking, “I can cum twice before going soft and I usually don’t try for a third.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t cum when you were eating me out,” Winter said between bites down May’s chest.

May blushed and huffed, “Three hot girls fucking each other and being felt up by Joanna would probably do you in too!”

“Challenge accepted,” Winter said with a small laugh. She bit May’s stomach, sucking a mark there before throwing her legs across May’s hips. That content feeling was suddenly gone.

“Fuck! Win- Winter!” May gasped head thrown back as a blaze of heat and pleasure made her back arch. Winter laughed and gently grind down, spreading her wetness over May’s throbbing cock, pinned between her pelvis and Winter’s hot core. “I’m pretty sure your wet enough,” May teased, blinking back tears of frustration. Her fingers trailed under her chin, gathering the wetness from Winter and licking her fingers clean. “I’m sure you didn’t just soak Robyn’s pillows and sheets.”

Winter only smirked and raised a brow, hips sliding low. The warm pressure shooting down May’s spine making her legs trembled. Down and down, to the base of her cock and balls… Then she rose up, head lightly brush past Winter’s clit.

And sunk down to the hilt.

May saw stars, burning hot and impossibly tight. Winter gasp, moaning and almost purring as May’s hips snapped up. Once, twice, on the third time Winter pulled May’s hands off her hips and pinned them beside May’s head, a hard kiss taming May’s desperate thrust.

“Slow. May… fuck, please. Slow!”

May stopped and Winter continued rocking at her pace. Small and gentle. Her head deep in her core. May swore and twitched, the skin on her head slipping on and off. The alternation of burning heat and muted pressure clouding paralyzing her for a moment.

Winter whimpered, hips adjusting a slow circular grind. THey both gasp as somehow May was pulled in deeper.

“It’s… It’s been while since I last took anything your size.” Winter confessed, “I… I screamed your name during a one night stand and well.”

“Honored,” May said after several deep breaths. She couldn’t form any other words, Winter’s lips on hers as she controlled the pace.

Slowly May’s hands wandered down Winter’s body. From her chest to her neck. As Winter’s increased her pace they traveled lower and lower. Finally her hands was back on Winter’s hips, slamming her down into thrusting hips.

After years of dancing around each other and the hours of working each other up it didn’t wouldn’t long for May to finish. She pulled her head back from the kiss, whispering warnings. Winter laughed and smiled. She leaned back hands wandering her torso as she her hips grind in low circles that kept May on the edge. Pale fingers pinched her own nipples, fingers splaying wide down her abs. The show stopped as Winter rubbed circles around her clit, hips stuttering.

May closed her eyes, grabbing Winter’s hips and thrusting as she spilled into her. Winter followed seconds after, drawing out soft confessions as May trembled under her.

“I love you too. I always have, Winter.”

#Robyn Hill #Winter Schnee #springthyme #schneewood forest #rwby #rwby7 #May Marigold #Fiona Thyme #Show Your Teeth #hellbore #poly #wlw #very happy huntresses #very seasoned huntresses #fic #thoorist

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tenroseforeverandever · 5 years

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Labels, Laws, and Lips

Characters: Tenth Doctor; Rose Tyler

Rating: General

Tags: Fluff; Fluff without Plot; Plot, What Plot?, Minor Hurt/Comfort; Romance; Humour; WARNING! Pears! Lots of mention of pears!

Summary: The Doctor finds something in his galley, but is it really the nightmare he believes it to be?

Notes: Another story written for a prompt from long, long, long ago… In April 2018, @doctorroseprompts offered a drabble prompt, vile. The drabble got away from me, so I figured if I used another drabble prompt from that month, flail, I could justify the excess wordage. LOL Well, the story finally came in at just over 1600 words after I finally figured out an ending. So, nothing remotely resembling a drabble…

Oh, and a word of warning… if you’re looking for plot, you won’t find it here.

A whole heap of thanks, as always, to my two lovely betas, @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci. Their ideas, support, and wonderful advice made this story oh-so much better. I have fiddled with it since they last looked, so all mistakes are mine.

Read also at: AO3; FF; Teaspoon

LABELS, LAWS, AND LIPS

“What the hell is this?” His brows furrowed, the Doctor pulled a jar from the back of the fridge.

Rose toed the tip of her trainer against the galley floor. She squinted at the jar in his hand, feigning ignorance. “I dunno…” She shrugged, softening her eyes and offering him a pretty smile. “Looks like jam.”

“Oh, you don’t fool me, Rose Tyler! Looking at me like that, all…” his hand flapped in wild circles as he searched for the correct word, “…all innocence and, weeell… like that!”

Rose stepped toward him, making a show of carefully reading the label. “Pro…bu…floo…thig Pear Jam, it says.”

“Pear jam, Rose! PEAR jam!” He set the jar down with a thump, screwing up his face in revulsion as a dollop that had congealed on the side of the jar stuck to his hand.

“I don’t see why you’re so upset. They’re not proper pears, Doctor. They’re Profloo-thingy pears. Completely different thing, yeah?”

“Pear! Pear! That word isn’t just bandied about willy-nilly, you know. In order to call something a pear, it has to actually be a pear! It must be of the Pyrus genus, originating from Earth. In addition–″

“Seems like a lot of fuss over a jar of jam!”

He scowled and raised his voice. “In addition, if it contains any pear – at all – it must be clearly labelled as such.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Blimey!”

“This is a serious matter.” He sniffed and made a show of straightening his tie. “All sorts of legal mumbo-jumbo surrounding it, specifically to keep people like me safe from accidentally consuming it. Can you just imagine the danger if some unsuspecting soul was to unknowingly eat that vile concoction?”

“Mumbo-jumbo, yeah? Seems right up your alley. Why do I get the feeling you might have been instrumental in getting this particular law passed?”

“Weeell…”

“Ah-ha!”

“I suppose I may have offered my expertise and had a hand in writing up the legal documents. The wording on the labels needed to be precise. It was a matter of self-preservation, really.”

“More like findin’ a way to ruin breakfast for billions of people across the galaxy, when all they wanted was a nice bit of pear jam with their morning toast.”

“Oh, I see. By ‘ruin’ you actually mean ‘saving them from the horrific torture of having their taste buds assailed by a noxious compound.’ I consider it to be an invaluable public service. But I suspect, Rose Tyler, you are trying to deflect the conversation.”

“W’at? You’re the one’s been nattering on about laws and labels and all that.”

“All I’m saying is, what really matters is who brought this onto the TARDIS? Hmmm?” He directed his raised brows at her with a terse nod.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me?”

“Well, I certainly didn’t put it here. So that leaves…” He gestured in her direction with a flip of his hand.

“What? Me? Look at it! It was shoved right at the back, behind all sorts of rubbish. Could have been back there for years, yeah. You’ve traveled with… ya know… others in the past.” She nibbled on her thumb. “Maybe you even bought it yourself, in an earlier body, and just… I dunno… forgot. You are gettin’ on, yeah? Memory slippin’ a bit, there, Doctor?”

He sputtered. “My memory does not slip.”

“If you insist, bu–”

“I, Rose Tyler, am in the prime of my life! And, by the way,” he scoffed, “I would never (I repeat never!) in any body procure a Pyrus preserve. The fact that you could ever suggest such a thing…” his face screwed up again, “…repulsive!”

“So you say…”

“I do. Besides, it looks suspiciously like one of the jars from that vendor stall on Hraxro 4.” He gave the jar a suspicious poke, nudging it along the counter, away from him.

“The one where you were sampling preserves like they were goin’ out of style?”

“The one where you used up nearly half of my virtually unlimited-credit credit stick... apparently with the intention of smuggling this… this abomination onto the TARDIS.”

Rose snatched up the jar. “How d’ya know it’s an abomination? I bet you’ve never even tried it.”

“And I’m not going to!”

“Scared?”

He rolled his eyes. “Please, I’m a Time Lord, Rose.”

Rose grasped the lid of the jar, and looking him directly in the eye, sent the Time Lord a challenging smirk.

“Now, Rose…”

She twisted the lid, loosening it.

“Don’t…” the Doctor ran a hand through his hair, “don’t do that…”

“What? This?” She lifted the lid off the jar, exposing the chartreuse-coloured contents.

He yelped, springing backward as she tipped the jar toward him to prove to him how innocuous the jam was.

She laughed. “Ya plum!”

“Plum! Plum would be fine. A plum is a perfectly lovely fruit. That…” he took another step back, “…that is… weeell… it’s not!”

Rose pursued him, thrusting the jar toward him, laughing breathlessly, and relentlessly pushing into his personal space as he floundered backward. He bumped against the breakfast table, arms and legs flailing as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Mind the…” Her amusement quickly turned to alarm. “Oh my God!” She slapped the jam jar onto the table and grabbed the Doctor’s hands to steady him. She coaxed him into one of the chairs, then settled onto his lap, facing him, her legs dangling on either side of his. She stroked the hair by his temple. “You all right, mate?”

“I’m fine!” he snapped, shoving her hand away and turning his face from her, a great, big, Time Lord pout quivering over his lips.

“I’m sorry, Doctor.” Rose caught him by the chin and gently turned his head back to face her. “I was jus’ takin’ the mick, ya plonker. If I’d realized how violently you’d respond… I mean, you didn’t seem to mind before, yeah…” She let her words trail away, not sure he would be in the mood for such drastic revelations. She ran her finger over the stress-dimple that had formed in his cheek.

He harrumphed, but she could feel his tension slowly easing.

She shook her head with a fond smile. “So, I guess even Time Lords get scared sometimes, yeah?”

“S’pose so,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around Rose’s waist, pulling her closer against him, and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Hold on,” he suddenly stiffened again, pushing her back to look her in the eye, “what did you mean when you said, ‘you didn’t seem to mind before…’”

“Nothin’ really. Doesn’t matter. Can we jus’ cuddle? It was nice, that.” She offered him a soft, flirty smile.

He wasn’t taking the bait. “Out with it! What did you mean by ‘before’?”

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Then she reached back and grabbed the open jar of jam, and ignoring the Doctor’s gasp of horror, she stuck her finger into the jam and swirled it around. The Doctor’s legs jittered underneath her, his flight response kicking in again.

“Remember, the other night, there, after we got back from rescuing all those Vriomri herdbeasts from the mud pits?”

He nodded, his feet tapping against the floor. His eyes were fixed on her finger, stirring the jam. Rose could see it was taking all his willpower to not throw her off his lap and run. She would make it quick, then, put him out of his misery as fast as possible.

“We were filthy, yeah, so we each went and showered, and then you met me here, in the galley.”

“Ah, yes,” he relaxed again, his attention drawn from the jam by his memory, “you smelled so good. So Rose-y and lovely. A relief, I’ll tell you, after smelling nothing but that foul muck for ages.”

“We snogged, remember?”

“Oh, yes! How could I forget. A brilliant snog, that! And you had that brilliant new lip balm. That was the icing on the perfectly delicious Rose-cake!” He beamed a toothy grin at her.

She removed her finger from the jam and brought it to her lips.

“NO!” The lovely smile dropped from his face. “Oh, don’t do that! No, no, no, no, no! Here I was reliving a lovely memory and...”

Rose made a show of seductively sucking the confection from her finger. Then, she wound her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his, their breaths and his whimpers of trepidation mingling between them. His hearts crashed against her through their layers of clothes and she didn’t doubt arousal was to blame as much as fear.

She closed in on his mouth, their noses bumping awkwardly. His hands trembled at her waist, grasping her tighter.

“Jus’ think of it as an adventure, Doctor.” She carded her fingers through the soft hair at the back of his head, and after a moment, she felt him relaxing into her touch.

“Weeell,” he drew her against him, his words ghosting over her lips, “when you put it like that… Who am I to say no to an adventure?”

“Exactly! But, getting back to what I meant when I said, ‘before’, I have a confession to make...” Before he could respond, she quickly closed the remaining space between them and captured his lips with her own Probufloothig Pear Jam-coated ones, murmuring into the kiss, “It wasn’t lip balm.”

#doctorroseprompts #ficandchips #fluff #fluff without plot #plot what plot #minor hurt/comfort #romance #humour #tenroseforeverandever's fic

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aerynwrites · 6 years

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More Than a Machine (Pt 2/2)

Connor/RK800 x Reader

PART 1

Authors Note: So here is part two! This will be the last part but i had fun writing this because angst lol, but i also just liked this idea in general. I hope you guys enjoyed this little two part journey, and if you have any requests i am still taking them! as always I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, cursing, i think thats it.

Word Count: 1.8k

Darkness is the first thing that greets you when you regain some sense of consciousness. The next thing you meet is an endless, droning beeping. And then your world explodes with light. The next few hours were chaotic, filled with people shining lights in your eyes and checking your heart rate and just making sure that you were actually alive.

And then there was silence.

The last nurse filed out of the room and a familiar face walked, holding two cups of steaming coffee. The old lieutenant smiled at you as he handed you one of the cups and pulled a chair up to the side of your bed.

“How ya’ feeling kiddo?” he asks

You shrug your shoulder and take a small sip of the hot beverage, “I feel fine…what happened Hank?” you asked.

Hank sighed and set his coffee down running a hand down his face, “Well, what’s the last thing you remember?”

You blinked, unsure of the last thing you remember. You think for a moment before speaking, “I remember trying to talk Connor down. Trying to stop him from killing Markus. And then…I don’t know. Its all blank after that.” You state.

“Well there is a lot to fill you in on,” Hank sighs again and leans back in his chair, “You’ve been out for almost a month.”

Your eyes widened, “a month?! H-how, how is that possible?” you ask your head reeling from the sudden realization that you’ve missed a month’ worth of time.

Hank leaned forward and rested a hand on your shoulder pushing you back into the bed slightly. “You were shot (Y/N). in the head. Your lucky to be alive. The bullet missed your brain completely, and they have no clue how it happened. I’d call that a miracle in my book.”

The minute the words left Hanks mouth, your last memory came rushing back, forcing its way to the forefront of your mind.

“Connor shot me.” you realized out loud, “he shot me, didn’t he Hank.”

“Now listen, before you go getting angry- “Hank interjected.

You held your hand up, “I’m not angry…surprisingly.” You stated, “Where is he?”

Hank shook his head, “He doesn’t want to see you.”

You scoffed, “he shot me, and he doesn’t want to see me? I think it should be the other way around.”

“No, I didn’t mean it- “Hank groaned quietly, “Look. He is really shook up about what happened. The minute it happened he realized what he did and broke free from his program. He’s the one who got you to the hospital on time, and probably saved your life.”

You continued to listen to Hank as he told you what happened. He caught you up on the androids’ victory in their revolution and how Connor broke into Cyberlife to help Markus’ cause.

He also told you about how Hank and Connor had been promoted as the heads of the new Android Crime Department at the DPD.

“You could help us run it when you get back on your feet.” Hank suggested.

You smiled and nodded, “I would love that. Speaking of which when do I get out of here?” you asked itching to get back to work, and hopefully speak to Connor, whether he wanted to or not.

The lieutenant laughed at your enthusiasm, “hopefully today. It just depends on if all your neurological tests come back okay.” He stated.

“They better, I don’t want to stay this place one more second.”

You ended up leaving that same day, however it was a few weeks before Fowler gave you the okay to go back to work. And they were the longest weeks of your life.

When you were finally able to go back to the DPD, you donned your officers’ uniform and breathed in the smell of the precinct as you walk back into the familiar environment. You walked to your desk and saw Connor occupying his usual spot in the desk next to yours and across from Hanks. You smiled as you saw him and called out his name.

“Connor!” you called walking towards the android.

You were just about to reach him when he abruptly stood, said something to Hank and walked off in the opposite direction. You frowned.

“I told you he didn’t want to see you.” Hank stated matter of factly.

You shrug halfheartedly, “I know, but…” your mind flashed back to that fateful night and how you confessed your feelings to a certain android right before he put a bullet in your head.

“I just thought he would be somewhat happy to see me.” your sadness quickly fades to frustration.

“Whatever. Let him do what he wants.” You say bitterly.

“(Y/N), it’s not like that you just have to give it time.” Hank defended.

You sigh dejectedly and nod. Maybe hank was right, Connor just needed time, he was probably eaten up with guilt.

So, you gave him a few weeks. And then a few weeks turned into months, and then months turned ever longer, and your patience had run out.

It wasn’t even coincidental avoidance anymore. It was intentional. Anytime you would walk into a room he would make eye contact with you and immediately find the quickest exit. Any text message you sent or phone call you made went ignored. And the few times you did manage to corner him he only referred to you as ‘officer’ and wouldn’t look you in the eye until he found a way to wiggle from your grasp. Today you wouldn’t let him get away, you were going to make him talk to you.

You managed to get Hank in on your plan considering he was getting tired of Connors antics as much as you were and told you to be at his house at six o’clock. You agreed and soon you were standing on Hanks front Porch ringing the doorbell. The door opened not long after you rang, and Connor stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and mouth slight ajar at the surprise of your visit.

“Officer (L/N), I was not aware you were coming. I was actually just leaving- “Hank cut Connor off, dragging him into the apartment while simultaneously inviting you in.

“No, you weren’t Connor.” Hank stated, “I’m leaving. And you two are going to work this shit out so we can actually get work done.” Hank scolded.

He grabbed his coat from the coat rack and walked out the front door, closing it with a loud bang.

You and Connor stood in silence for what felt like eternity before you spoke.

“What did I do Connor?” you asked feeling the lump in your throat start to form.

No. you thought. I can’t let him see me as weak. Not now.

Connor looked puzzled by your statement, “Officer, I don’t understand.”

You felt anger bubble up inside you as you stepped forward slightly shoving the android.

“Stop with the Officer bullshit! I think were way past formalities considering what happened.” You spat.

Connors LED spun red for a brief moment, he opened his mouth slightly to speak but you cut him off.

“Do you even remember what happened Connor? What I told you? I spilled my heart out to you! And then you fucking shot me! do you remember that? Do you- “

“Of course, I remember!” The android yells.

You fall silent at his outburst, you had never once seen him angry at you or anyone really. Connor continued.

“I remember every time I close my eyes. I remember every time I look at you, o-or hear your name.” his voice cracked. You didn’t even know that was possible.

“I remember every goddamn minute of my existence that I almost killed the most important person to me because I’m a machine!”

The room was crackling with tension as Connor finished his outburst. You didn’t know what to say right away, so you opted from slumping down onto the couch, emotionally exhausted. You felt the cushion sink even further as Connor sat next to you.

You looked over to him. you weren’t sure what to say, so you asked the one question still burning in your mind.

“Do you love me?” you asked in barely a whisper, afraid of what he would say.

Connor closed his eyes, his LED pulsed red before returning to a calm blue.

“yes…I think I do.” he says, “I’m still trying to grasp what it’s like to feel.”

you turned to face him fully, “Then why did you avoid me?”

Connor sighed, and looked over at you his brown eyes full of turmoil and sadness.

“because I was scared. I do know what that emotion is.” He stated.

You frowned slightly and reached out to grasp his hand, “Scared of what?”

Connor looked you directly in the eyes, “I’m scared of loving you. I’m scared that once I let myself get close to you again, they will just take control of me. I’m scared of losing you, of hurting you again.” He confesses.

“I’m not.” You state, “I’m not scared of you Connor.”

He looks up at you perplexed, “How can you not be scared of me? after what I did to you?”

You shook your head and smiled softly, “Because that wasn’t you.” You state. You grasp his shoulders and shake him slightly, “This is you,” you poke his nose where a slight blush has started to rise, “and this is you,” you run your hands through his hair, “and this is you,” and then you place your hand on his chest in the area where a heart would be if he were human, “but most importantly, this is you Connor. You feel things, you feel emotions. You’re more human than some people I know, and that’s nothing I need to be afraid of.” You state.

Connor opens his mouth to protest but you stop him, “I love you Connor. And I’ll be damned if I let you walk away this time.” You look up at him and are surprised by how close you two became during your confession. You blush at the close proximity and go to move away but Connor quickly stops your movements, bringing his lips to yours in a sweet yet hesitant kiss.

His lips are softer than you imagined, you smile slightly as you pull away, noticing the blush on your partners face.

“So, I’m taking that as an ‘I love you to (y/n) more that you could ever imagine, and I’m so sorry for being a dick.” You tease.

Connor laughs at your jesting but nods none the less, bringing his forehead to rest against yours.

“I love you too.” he sighs.

You feel a fuzziness bloom in your chest as the words leave his lips. The confirmation just solidifying your previous thoughts.

Connor always has been, and always will be more than a machine.

#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh markus x reader #dbh hank #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh x reader

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moonlit-seren · 5 years

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One Last Time || Mark Lee x Reader

Summary: After a failed confession, y/n seeks out help from Mark knowing full well her best friend’s feelings towards her. Unable to turn her down, he allows her to use him as a rebound for the night despite knowing that he’ll only get hurt in the end.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Slightly suggestive towards mature themes, I guess? Haha... I dOn’T kNoW wHat I wRoTe...

Word Count: 2.6k

Key:

Y/n- Your name

Y/b/n- Your bias name

(If your bias is Mark, which is understandable ;p, then substitute the name of your bias wrecker or secondary bias since most nctzens, like me, seem to have multiple biases)

A/N: This was inspired by all the cliche unrequited love imagines I’ve found littering Tumblr and Wattpad, that I can’t seem to prevent myself from reading despite knowing that I’ll want to cry a river afterwards lol.

꧁Masterlist꧂

Feelings can’t be controlled.

They dictate the way our lives progress over the years and the seemingly little decisions we make on a daily basis.

Even when they appear to be under control, the moment a small hiccup occurs the tranquil stability crumbles and disintegrates within seconds of instantaneous chaos. Whether it be a friendly smile from an attractive stranger or a vicious breakup after a happy two years.

Sometimes people get lucky and their romantic feelings immediately get reciprocated, but others pin after another for years only to get rejected over and over again.

Unfortunately, that’s the way of life. Some get fairytale endings while others are left with agonizing heartbreak.

Happy ever afters have always been elusive, if they even exist at all.

•

“I’m sorry, I don’t like you the same way.”

That was all it took for the misplaced hope in y/n’s chest to dissipate as if there was a black hole sucking away all of her happy emotions into the depths of her stomach.

Unrequited love is never easy to handle, some are able to move past it quickly but others are left holding it dear and tricking their minds into ignoring the fact that their feelings are one sided.

The silence that followed the stinging rejection was great enough to hear a pin drop and clank softly on the snow covered ground which felt like it was spinning beneath the girl’s feet.

Y/b/n smiled apologetically, whispering a quiet ‘goodnight’ and closing the door, unable to look at the hurt expression adorning his close friend’s face.

Y/n blinked slowing as a light gust swept into her eyes, acting as the catalyst unlocking the flood gates which held back her tears.

Years and years of quiet frustration hidden by fake smiles and hollow laughs seeped out of her puffy eyes, as her vision blurred and a dry laugh slipped from her swollen lips, riddled with invisible bite marks from the nerve wracking hours she spent pouring over how to confess to her long time crush.

Unable to stand there, where her heart had dropped into the depths of her stomach and shattered, y/n ran from the doorstep. The ground was slick with glistening ice making navigation incredibly difficult considering the fact that tears were already blurring her vision.

Not knowing what to do, or how to cope with the heart wrenching emotions swimming in her veins, the heartbroken girl ran to the one place she knew was always safe, to the one person she knew who would always love her despite her affections toward another.

“Mark…Mark open up…” shouted y/n desperately, ignoring all the half-concerned, half-annoyed looks she was getting from the few passerbyers walking around the neighborhood she currently found herself in.

The door swung open a couple of second later, preceding the soft thunks of worried footsteps from inside the apartment. Mark poked his head through the door, hair ruffled from having been woken up from a nap, and eyes heavy with sleepy confusion.

Upon seeing the tears streaming down y/n’s face, he sighed already knowing the reason behind her grief. “Come here.”

Gently tugging the girl forward by her wrist, Mark closed the door and pulling his best friend forward to wrap his arms securely around her shaking form.

Y/n sobbed quietly into his chest, hands bunching up the back of his shirt as her shoulders heaved up and down with every wave of tears.

Pulling back a little, Mark reached up to brush a stray tear off of y/n’s cheek despite knowing that it would quickly get replaced by another. He gently removed her hands and slipped one in his own before walking off towards his staircase.

Y/n silently trailed after him recognizing the familiar route towards his room. Even once they reached Mark didn’t let go and instead lied down on the mattress before pulling her down next to him so that she was facing him.

“Wanna talk about it?” He whispered, gently stroking the stray hairs off of y/n’s forehead as his eyes bore into hers with loving concern.

Letting out a shuddered breath, y/n shook her head slowly, snuggling herself further into the warmth of Mark chest as he enveloped his arms around her once more.

No words needed to be said as no explanation was necessary. The pair had been friends since childhood and were able to read each other's thoughts with a single glance alone.

And due to all the years they had been friends, it was inevitable for the platonic love felt by one of them to fester into something more. Unfortunately, it was Mark who had fallen prey to the sick games played by fate as it controlled his heart strings like an invisible puppeteer.

It didn’t take long for y/n to catch onto Mark’s newfound emotions, feeling his lingering gaze when he had thought she wasn’t looking, and the soft kisses he left on her forehead in what was meant to look like nothing more than the love shared between siblings.

It was hard acting oblivious to the sweet smiles and hidden signs he sent her on a daily basis, as she didn’t want to hurt him in any way, shape, or form.

Maybe it was selfish for her to continue drinking in his affection like a morningly cup of coffee without reciprocating anything, actually, scratch that, it was selfish for her to bask herself in the gentle warmth he extruded but she couldn’t do anything even if she wanted to.

Her heart already belonged to another. Y/n didn’t know when it started, perhaps it was when y/b/n lent her his coat when she had forgotten her own a few months ago, or even at first glance like all the cliches.

Regardless, she was utterly smitten by him the same way Mark was smitten by her. It’s cruel had destiny had played out, leaving the two friends drowning in unreciprocated feelings and heartbreak.

It was moments like these where y/n’s heart stung the most, seeing the never ending love swimming in Mark’s eyes but she couldn’t help but be selfish as all humans are flawed.

“Why are you in love with me?” Asked y/n, finally addressing the elephant in the room, despite knowing that things would only spiral downhill from there.

Mark flinched a little at her bluntness, blinking slowly as he quickly stuttered out a rehearsed answer in denial. “W-well, you’re my best friend of cours-”

“Cut the bull crap,” y/n cut in, knowing that he knew exactly what she meant.

Mark sighed, exhaling deeply as if to mentally prepare himself for the unavoidable conservation he knew was bound to follow the first question.

“How am I not supposed to?” He replied softly, a rarely seen sad smile adorning his lips as his fingers started to absentmindedly draw small circles on y/n’s back through the worn, cotton material of her shirt.

“Just the sight of you brightens up my entire world and don’t get me started on the beautiful melody of your laugh, I swear I could listen to it all day like a broken record on repeat. Only a fool would be blind enough to miss the radiant perfection that makes up the unique masterpiece that is you,” he continued, overwhelmingly confident in the truth behind his answer because that’s exactly how he felt.

Y/n’s eyes softened in guilt as she asked the other question that has been plaguing her mind despite already knowing the answer to it. “Doesn’t it hurt at all?”

“Maybe, but I can’t force you to feel the same way,” he responded with an almost fragile smile, feeling bare as all the secret feelings he keep suppressed and hidden shakily slipped out into the open.

Something inside the girl broke a little more at Mark’s honestly, as all coherent thoughts slipped from her mind and she was left with her consciousness muddled with overwhelming irrationality.

If anyone asks what’s the strongest thing in the world that intoxicates a person into not being function logically the obvious answer would be alcohol or drugs, but they’d be wrong.

It’s emotions.

Whether it be the unforgiving fires of rage or the exhilarating bliss of happiness, they leave us blinded to the consequences of our actions until we plummet and crash from the euphoric high and are left to face brutal reality.

“Then lie to yourself,” y/n whispered, pulling back slightly to stare into Mark’s eyes. His face morphed in confusion, brows furrowing even more as y/n reached up to cradle his cheeks in her hands. “Tell yourself that I feel the same way. Be selfish for once.”

Mark’s eyes widen at the her words, reaching up to clasp his own hands around hers. He gently pulled them off, shaking his head with a sad smile. “You’re not yourself right now, sleep here, I’ll take the couch.”

But before he was able to get up, y/n quickly protested by pushing his shoulder down so that he was now laying on his back. Mind clouded with a drunken desperation, she swung her leg over his waist, sitting up so that she was straddling his hips. “No. Please, I’ve handled enough rejection today. Help me, just for tonight.”

“Y/n-” he began to protest, heart throbbing in his chest as y/n’s eyes watered again at the mention of her failed confession. He knew that she wasn’t thinking straight but didn’t know how to snap her out of her dark reverie.

“Just for tonight,” she begged leaning down so that her nose was only a millimeter from his. Her eyes boring into his, pleading as if he were the executioner beside her chopping block. Except it wasn’t her neck lined up with the ginting steel blade, but her heart.

The flimsy walls Mark threw up came crashing down at the broken expression y/n was wearing, hands gently reaching up to cup her face the same way she had only moments ago to him.

“I’m sorry, for no longer having the strength to stop this,” Mark sighed out gently bringing her closer so that their lips were nearly brushing. “But if you ever want me to, tell me and I will.”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” y/n whispered back sealing the gap.

•

The sun filtered weakly through the blinds, bestowing it’s soft morning glory upon the littered articles of clothing lying hazardously around the room.

Near silent snores filled the peaceful atmosphere, stifling as a soft yawn replaced the sleepy constant.

Mark’s eyes fluttered open, gazing absentmindedly at the ceiling as he tried to blink out the sleepiness in them.

His mind seemed to function in slow motion, still thick with early morning haze as he started to recall the events of last night.

From the lustful and empty kisses, to discarded clothing and sweet, sweet lies. Each puzzle piece slowly clicked together as the full story unraveled inch by agonizing inch.

Groaning a little as the memories were being processed, something undeniably important started nagging at the back of Mark’s mind.

And moments later, the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.

Y/n.

The soft creme sheets suddenly felt wrong on his bare skin as he realized what was missing. Or rather who he had forgotten about.

The unusual silence was explained when Mark turned around seeing nothing more than a neon pink post it note laying beside him.

Fear and dread crept up in his chest as his eyes landed on the messily scribbled message, which had most likely having been hastily thrown down before a swift escape

And unfortunately, he had every right to be afraid of it’s contents.

“Dear Mark,

I’m sorry for leaving so soon but I didn’t want you to expect anything from me if I had stayed. It wouldn’t have been fair for me to lead you on, not that I have been very fair to you lately. You’re the funniest, sweetest, most caring person in the entire universe and deserve someone so much better than a selfish, broken girl like me. I refuse to let myself be a set back in your promising life. Please move on and find your true happiness with another woman because I guarantee it isn’t with me. Thank you for being my best friend for so many years and for always being there. I love you and goodbye.

-y/n

“Goodbye,” Mark read aloud, eyes wide with a mixture of hurt, shock, and sadness. The word left a bitter and foreign taste in his mouth, for it had always been a taboo term between the two of them

Goodbyes seemed too permanent, as the pair were always confident that they’d see each other again. And farewells were habitually littered with ‘see you later’ or even a quick ‘Till next time’.

Suddenly, the reassuring feeling of knowing that they’d meet again didn’t feel as solid anymore. After all, goodbye meant forever in y/n and Mark’s vocabulary.

Something cool and wet slipped down the smooth expanse of Mark’s cheek, preceding a barrage of salty tears which trekked down the grief stricken lines of his face.

It already hurt enough being constantly rejected by the one who he truly loved, but now there was an added feeling of loneliness thrown into the chaotic mess that Mark felt in what remained of his once battered, but whole, heart.

And the agonizing feeling of abruptly being left alone felt like a pair of invisible hands choking out the last of his will to seek happiness or even to live.

All of a sudden Mark felt like the vulnerable teenager he was back in high school again, facing his very first heartbreak when he deluded himself into believing that he liked the prettiest girl in his grade in order to stop thinking about y/n.

It worked at first, and two long months had miraculously passed before that girl finally started to notice her boyfriend’s lingering glances at his best friend.

But regardless of his feelings for y/n, it had still hurt when his first love broke off their short relationship. And like that day many years ago, Mark once again found himself curled up in a ball under his covers, nose red and stuffy, and vision blurred with tears.

Though the pain of that heartbreak was nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to over a decade of relentlessly pursuing someone who had never more than a foot away. Someone who’s heart felt like it was seas apart from his own.

If Mark could turn back time he would’ve done anything he could to prevent himself from falling for his best friend, even if it meant never having become friends in the first place or having said that first ‘hi’.

But no matter how hard he wished to go back to the past, nothing would happen. After all, humans were never blessed with the ability to control time just like how not everyone was blessed with that perfect romance found in story books.

There are no fairy godmothers in the real world, no kind hearted maidens who don’t care about appearances, no midnight balls where fated soulmates meet for the first time. Life is not a fairytale and dreams don’t always comes true.

But despite knowing that, Mark whispered out his final wish, letting the tear filled words linger hopelessly in the air.

“Come back to me, love...”

“I need you in my life…”

“Please…”

“Lie to me again…”

“One last time.”

#nct #mark #mark lee #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2018 #fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #angst #nct mark imagine #nct mark oneshot #nct mark fanfic

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bowtiesquad · 5 years

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How about some tasuku family angst to prompt #37 after the events of the disaster ig lol

Prompt #37 “Do you think they could have loved me?”

Tasuku couldn’t breathe. It was so hot. There was so much smoke. There was fire everywhere. There was no escape.

“Tasuku!” That voice was so familiar and comforting, but it also filled him with rage. “Hey, Tasuku! Wake up!”

Tasuku opened his eyes. Gao was standing over him with a concerned look on his face. Tasuku tried to sit up. His body felt like it was made of noodles. He plopped back down.

“You really are in bad shape,” Gao put his hand on Tasuku’s forehead.

Tasuku was on fire and not just because of his high fever. He turned his head away from Gao’s hand. “Why are you here?”

“Jack called me,” Gao sat on edge of Tasuku’s bed, “he’s really worried.”

Jack knew better than anyone that Tasuku and Gao were in a fight. He could have called Takihara or Stella or Ku or Gaito or literally anybody else. He didn’t want to be anywhere near Gao at the moment.

“I’m fine,” Tasuku coughed. Why was his body betraying him? “Really, you can leave.”

Gao frowned. He had no right to look so sad. He was the one in the wrong. Gao stood up. “Even if that was true, I’m going to stick around for a bit, okay?”

No, it wasn’t ‘okay’. It was the opposite of okay. It was---un-okay? The exact word didn’t matter. What did matter was not even a week after Tasuku had finally built up the nerve to confess to Gao, Gao was considering going back to Paruko. They’d been broken up for a month and now she wanted to ‘give it another try.’ Then Gao had asked Tasuku of all people if he should go back to her.

In response, Tasuku made it very clear Gao could do whatever he wanted as long as he never spoke to Tasuku again. And yet here he was, in Tasuku’s apartment, talking to him.

“Tasuku,” Gao reached out for him, but stopped before touching him. His hand hovered there for a moment before he pulled it back. “Try to get some rest, okay?”

Tasuku didn’t respond. Gao sighed. He got up and walked out of the room. Tasuku watched him go. As soon as he was gone, he missed him. Tasuku drifted back to sleep.

It was a hot summer day. The sun was pouring heat over the small village. Tasuku was on the back porch. He swung his feet back and forth. His legs were too short to touch the ground.

“Tasuku,” his mother appeared in the doorway, “it’s time for lunch.”

Tasuku did not respond. He was angry. He was angry at her and at his father and at all adults. They were all liars. He didn’t want to talk to any of them.

“Tasuku,” his mother sat down next to him, “you can’t stay mad at us forever.”

“Why did you lie to me?” He looked at his mom. Her face, no matter how hard he looked at her, was out of focus.

She sighed. “Tasuku,” she put her hand on his head and ran her fingers through his hair, “we didn’t want you to be sad.”

“Well, I am sad and I’m angry!” Tasuku wiped a tear out of his eye.

“I know, but sometimes parents tell little lies to keep their kids safe. Sometimes people tell little lies to protect themselves or to keep things from changing. It’s just how the world works.”

“It’s terrible!”

“I’m sorry, Tasuku,” that wasn’t his mother’s voice.

Tasuku’s eyes came into focus. Gao was standing at the end of his bed. His back was to Tasuku.

“I don’t know what to do,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I love you, but I still love Paruko too and we have history--”

“Gao.”

Gao turned around. His face was red. “You’re awake?” Gao rushed over to him and placed his hand on his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Angry.”

“Right,” there was hesitation when Gao pulled his hand away.

“So you haven’t decided about Paruku yet?”

“No,” Gao fidgeted with his hands, “but--”

“Go back to her,” Tasuku couldn’t catch the words before they left his mouth.

“Really? You think I should?”

“I don’t care what you do.”

“You don’t?”

“Water?”

“What?”

“Can you get me some water?”

“Yea, okay,” Gao headed out.

Tasuku put his hands over his face. He pulled his blanket over his head. He shouldn’t have told him that.

It was an early spring day. Tasuku was sitting in the backyard with a tiny shovel. He scooped up dirt and added it to a growing pile.

“Tasuku,” his mother came outside, “you shouldn’t dig in the backyard.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you dig too deep the Mole King will capture you and turn you into a mole!” She did a monster gesture with her arms.

“I don’t want to be a mole!”

“Then don’t dig okay?”

“Okay!”

Tasuku returned the dirt to its place. He patted it into the ground, but it was still softer than it had been before he moved it. When he was satisfied with his work, he stood up. He dusted off his shorts. He looked around. There wasn’t much to do in the backyard now that his lizard Green Patch had run away. Tasuku wished he could find him. He could almost see the great landscape appear in his yard. He started running around and pretending he was on a quest to find Green Patch.

His foot sunk into the ground. He tripped. Tasuku sat up. That wasn’t the spot he’d dug in. He looked into the hole. There was something in, but it was too covered to see. He bit his lip. He wasn’t supposed to dig, but it wasn’t very far down. He removed the dirt from the hole. There was a small cardboard box with a ribbon tied around it.

Was it treasure?

Tasuku untied the ribbon. He opened the box. Green Patch was in the box, but he wasn’t moving or breathing. Tasuku poked him a couple of times. He felt wrong. What was Green Patch doing in the ground? Hadn’t he run away? Did his parents lie to him? Why would they lie to him?

He touched Green Patch again. He wasn’t alive anymore. He was gone. His heart hurt. His throat was on fire. The tears came first. Then his body started to tremble. Next he started to scream.

“Tasuku!” His mother ran outside, “What’s wrong?” She ran up to him. Tasuku was clutching the box to his chest. She fell to her knees and pulled him into a hug. She stroked his hair. He cried and cried and cried until he couldn’t cry anymore.

“Water,” Gao pressed the cold glass against his face.

Tasuku jolted up. “Gao! Why--”

“Would you still be my friend if I started dating Paruko again?”

Tasuku was quiet. He took the glass out of Gao’s hands. “Of course I’d still be your friend,” Tasuku sipped the water. His hands were trembling.

“Do you want me to hold that for you?”

“No, I don’t want you to do that.”

“Okay.”

“I’m feeling better, so you can go home.”

“You want me to leave?” Gao put his hand on Tasuku’s forehead. “You still have a fever.”

Tasuku layed back down and closed his eyes. “Do whatever you want.”

“Enough is enough, Tasuku,” his father was a few feet away from him. No matter how hard he squinted he couldn’t see his face. “You can be mad at us, but you cannot ignore us. We are still your parents.”

Tasuku was sitting on the steps before the front door. He’d just finished tying his shoes. He had a tiny bundle of clothes next to him. He didn’t respond.

“Sweetheart,” his mother sat down next to him, “even if you’re still upset, running away isn’t the answer.”

“I’m not running away,” Tasuku picked up the bundle, “I’m moving out.”

“Well, where are you going? Maybe we can help you take your things.”

“Why are you even entertaining this?” His father’s voice was loud and harsh.

His mother stroked his hair, “You wouldn’t want to leave all your things, right? You’ll need books to read and toys to play with at your new home, right?”

Tasuku shrugged.

“Why don’t you go to bed and we’ll pack in the morning, okay?”

Tasuku was quiet for a long time.

“Tasuku?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Thinking?” Tasuku’s father stomped forward.

“Take your time--”

“This is the problem! You’re too soft with him! It’s the reason he doesn’t respect us!”

“Please lower your voice,” Tasuku’s mother stood up.

“I will not lower my voice! Our son is six and you keep putting wild ideas in his head!”

“Lower your voice.”

“Don’t tell me what to do?”

Tasuku walked to the door.

“Sweetheart--”

“You were lying again weren’t you! You weren’t going to help me.”

“Tasuku--”

“I hate you!” Tasuku ran out.

“Tasuku!”

He could hear them running after him. He ducked under a porch and crawled away. He ended up outside of the village. He layed down under a tree. There was a large boom. Tasuku looked up to see a monster looming over his village. In moments the village was on fire. Tasuku jumped up and rushed back to the village. People were running and screaming. They pushed him out of the way and ignored his cries for help. Tasuku called for his parents, but he couldn’t find them. He couldn’t even find his house. He tripped. It was easier to breathe on the ground. Tasuku rolled under a porch and crawled away.

When help came it was too late. Only Tasuku was left.

“Tasuku!” Gao was sitting next to him. “What’s wrong?”

Tasuku sat up. He tried to steady his breath. Gao reached over and wiped the tears from his face.

“My parents,” Tasuku was shaking, “I was so mean to them. I never even got to say goodbye to them. Even though I was stubborn and a brat, do you think they could have loved me?”

Gao pulled Tasuku into a hug, “Of course they loved you.” He stroked Tasuku’s hair.

Tasuku rested his head on Gao’s shoulder. “My mom used to do that.”

“She did?”

Tasuku nodded.

“What was she like?”

“Gentle and kind.” Tasuku closed his eyes and tried to picture her, “she was always there when I needed her. She tried to tell me important things a lot, but I never really understood her.”

“What about you dad?”

“He wasn’t around a lot because he worked in the city. He had a short temper and was really stubborn. He wasn’t a bad person though.”

“You loved them a lot.”

“Yea, I did.” He pulled away, “thanks for being here.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t want you to go back to Paruko.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Gao nodded. He put his forehead against Tasuku’s. “You still have a fever.” Gao kissed him on the lips.

Tasuku pulled away, “You’re going to get sick.”

“That’s okay,” Gao leaned in.

“No it isn’t!” Tasuku pushed his face away.

“I love you,” Gao layed down next to him.

“I love you, too.”

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