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sundaysundaes · 3 years

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Started With A Kiss

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Actor AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor | NC-17 | 10K

Summary: Rookie actor, Lee Haechan, desperately wants to get the lead role in the highly anticipated upcoming TV drama. He’s sure he has what it takes to fill the part. Acting as a hero? No problem. Pretending to overcome his traumatic experience? Consider it done. A bed scene? Easy—wait, no. That might be a problem. But he should be fine as long as he gets to rehearse, right?

Warnings: protected sex, oral sex, crude humor, swearing, literally 10k of sex with very little plot, a lot of playful banters between sassy!hyuck and equally sassy!Y/N

Wrote this for my love Kira @flopim who’s been having a tough time lately. I hope this will cheer you up bb! ❤️

“I want you to make love to me.”

Standing there, still dressed in your bright pink pajamas with your hair resembling a bird’s nest, you can only blink once, twice, and several times more because surely, your ears are playing tricks on you. There’s no way that your best friend, the cutely annoying and annoyingly cute, Lee Haechan—the one who’s been practically glued to your skin like a conjoined twin of yours for the last two years—is asking you to make love to him.

Surely, this is not what you’d expected to see when you opened the door to your apartment, ready to bark at whoever it was who dared to disturb your beauty sleep (since it is seven in the morning on a Sunday), only to see him standing in his blue ripped jeans and black Michael Jackson shirt with his cheeks flushed, his bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, brown eyes desperately begging for your attention.

And you’re most definitely sure that he’s not asking you to sleep with him when you still have drool on the corner of your mouth and a terrible morning breath (in your defense, you have brushed your teeth but that was, like, six hours ago).

But when seconds have passed and Haechan still looks like he badly needs to hear an answer, you have very little options but to ask, “You want me to do what to who now?”

Catching a sniff of your mighty dragon’s breath, he promptly takes a step back, scrunching his nose while frantically covering half of his face with the script he’s been holding. “Eew, God, what is that smell?” Ignoring your glare, he repeats his words, voice muffled by the papers. “I said, I want you to make love to me.”

“What—”

“Damn it, woman, just brush your teeth and let me in!”

When he’s stomping his feet while whining that loudly—loud enough for your fucking landlord to hear, along with everybody else in the building (including your cute neighbor, Jaehyun, oh dear God, no), he doesn’t give you any other choice but to invite him in, does he?

You step away from the door, flatly muttering, “Please, come in, why don’t you.” Haechan doesn’t waste any second waiting, making sure to run and stay as far away as possible from you so he won’t inhale the poisonous air that’s tainted with your breath again.

You roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. But just to be on the safe side, you make your way to the bathroom.

***

The scalding hot shower you just took was comforting but not enough to wash your entire drowsiness away. You’re in dire need of your caffeine intake. “Would you like some coffee, my king?” You ask between a yawn, hands finding their way to the coffee jar on your kitchen counter.

Haechan throws his bag to the floor, body sinking into the comfort of your couch. “With milk, please.”

"I’m kidding.”

“Well, I’m not.” He throws one of those cheeky grins that you adore—no, wait, you hate—as he settles his legs on your coffee table. “Less sugar but more milk. I’m still growing.”

“Growing what, your balls?” You pour him a cup of coffee as requested, yes, because to balance his demonic behavior, you have to act like the perfect angel that you are. “Since you don’t have any?”

“You mean, like your boyfriend?” Haechan retorts before he gasps dramatically, his palm going to his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

You hover above him from behind the couch, bringing two mugs filled with sizzling hot coffee. “Want to repeat that?” You tip your mug just a little bit until it nearly spills on his forehead.

Haechan winces, attempting to grin. “I’m sorry, I love you, please don’t ruin my face. It’s the only thing that’s good about me.”

“It surely is.”

“Yah, what does that mean?”

“Take it as a compliment.”

Sitting next to him, you sip your coffee and curse silently when the liquid burns your tongue. “Okay, so what about this ‘make love to me’ thing you said earlier? Please tell me it’s just a figure of speech or something.”

“I wish.” He drags his legs away from the table so he can lay his cup down because apparently, he means business. “Okay, I know you’re gonna kill me after you hear—”

“After? I’m about to kill you now, actually.” You scoff. “Don’t you remember what we’ve agreed on? You cannot bother me when I’m still too sleepy to smack you in the head, Haechannie.”

“When did we ever—” He stops. “Why are you going to smack me in the head?”

“‘Cause you’ll say something stupid.”

“Who says I’m gonna say something stupid?”

“You always say something stupid. You’re saying something stupid now!”

“It’s not stupid.” He sighs exasperatedly but when your flat, degrading stare comes into view, it morphs into a groan. “Well, not that stupid. I’ve thought about this—really thought about it—and I can’t find anyone else to do this but you since you’re the only girl I’m friends with. I mean, I can pick random girls, I suppose—you know how popular I am. They just can’t stop talking about me. My hair, my eyes—”

“—your tiny dick.”

“But I don’t want to break any girl’s heart by doing something that’s gonna make them feel like I’m just using them to get a job, you know? I know I’m hot but these good looks aren’t meant to trample people’s hearts.”

“And you don’t care how I’m gonna feel?”

He has the decency to act like he’s thinking about it, but then, “No, not really.”

“Thanks.”

“Look, I really need your help.” He takes it as further as holding your hand between his, puckering his pouty lips, and blinking his eyes in a way that’s cute enough to leave you in daze so you pretend like you’re about to vomit your insides to cover it up.

Okay, so there’s one thing—one little thing that nobody knows—that you’re too ashamed to admit and that is the fact that you have a massive crush on this boy who sits in front of you with his socks unmatched. Well, no, not massive. It used to be massive during the first few weeks you knew him. How could you not? Haechan was so cute, you wanted to turn him into a doll so you could carry him around in your backpack and squish his cheeks whenever you feel like it. Sure, he’s not all jawlines and dimples like that neighbor of yours (Jung Jaehyun was probably sculpted by God himself ), but Haechan has his own charms. His devilish smirk, his loud, contagious laughter, his naughty eyebrow raise, and his lips—God, his beautiful plump lips, the way they look so pouty and soft. Honestly, you can write a whole essay about his attractive features (not that you haven’t already).

You knew you were crazy for him when the antics he did annoyed the hell out of his friends but to you, he was just plain adorable. And you realized you were pretty much fucked-up when Jeno said, “Fucking Lee Donghyuck said he forgot his wallet and robbed me this morning. Who the fuck orders a freakin’ wagyu steak for breakfast?!” and the only thing you could think of was how nice it was to go on a date with him and how your first kiss with him was going to be like (poor Jeno, though).

It’s not that you love him or anything. It’s mostly physical, nothing more—at least for now anyway. It’s not your fault that he’s so fucking pretty that he ends up showing every now and then in your fantasy, doing indescribable naughty things that will definitely make Mark splash some holy water on your face if he knew what was going on in your head.

Fortunately, now that you’ve been friends with him for two years, that massive crush you had has turned into something normal, something you can easily hide. And can be forgotten even, whenever another cute guy—like Na Jaemin, for example—takes you out on a date or two. It’s easier to breathe these days.

“Hello? Are you there?” Haechan snaps his fingers, waking you up from your reverie. “What’s your answer? Do you want to make love to me or not?”

‘It’s easier to breathe these days?’ More like fucking kill me.

“Can you stop saying that?” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’re giving me headaches.” Or a heart attack, more accurately. “Assume I said yes. Don’t you think it’s gonna get a little weird between us?”

“What is so weird about it?” He throws his hands in the air, exhausted and impatient. “It’s just gonna be two friends, pretending to be in love with each other, hugging, kissing, touching, and having sweet, tender sex.” Realization falls upon him and you resist the urge to exhale loudly. “Yeah, okay, so it is a little weird, but it should be fine, right? It’s just acting. It’s not like you have any feelings for me, do you?”

If by feelings you mean picturing you naked in my head with your mouth sucking on my neck, then yeah, I do have feelings for you. Plenty of that. But on the outside, you say, “Eew, God, no.”

Haechan squints his eyes at your response. “Can’t say I’m not hurt with the way you said it, but eew, God, no to you too. Well, if that’s the case then I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he says, sipping his coffee, and retracts his mouth as soon as the flavor hits his tongue. “What the hell is this?! Did you spit on my coffee or something?”

You didn’t but for your amusement, you throw him a sly grin. “A little.” It’s satisfying to see him looking like he’s about to pass out. “I’m still worried how it’s gonna affect our friendship later on though.”

He simply shrugs. “Meh. We’re not really that close to begin with anyway.” He takes another sip of his coffee by accident and nearly vomits for real. “Fucking hell—take this shit out of my face.”

“I'm still not sure about this, Haechannie.”

“Look, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to you, we’re just going to pretend! Acting!” He exclaims as if that was the most normal thing a friend could ask another friend. “And you’re gonna be acting out a love scene with someone as hot as me. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Consider yourself dead.”

“Damn it, my audition is in two days and I really want to get this role!” He’s whining, tugging at your hand like a baby as he practically throws himself at your feet, graveling for your mercy. “You’re the only one who can help me with this. How can I act properly if I don’t have enough experience to perform a freaking bed scene?!”

“I don’t think actors who have to play dead have enough experience of, you know, being dead.”

“Excellent point.” Haechan stares at you blankly, unimpressed. “Do you hear yourself when you talk?”

“Do you?”

A few seconds passed by in silence with the two of you exchanging sinister glares until he finally surrenders with a prominent pout on his face. “Fine, if you don’t want to.” Haechan exhales dramatically, his shoulders sagging and when you don’t respond, he sighs again only louder this time. “I guess, I have to force Mark to make out with me. Again.” He sneaks a glance to see your reaction. “And have my face slapped with a Bible. Again.”

You wince at the thought. “How did you force him, exactly?”

“Just…” He timidly scratches his nose. “Kinda attacked him in his sleep.”

You nod in understanding even when it’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever heard. “Well, maybe he would’ve been fine with it if you had taken him out for a nice dinner before that.”

Haechan smiles a little at your words, and even a little glimpse of it is contagious enough to make your own spread wider on your face. Small chuckles resonate through the air and he playfully bumps his shoulder against yours, his palm resting on your knuckles.

“On a more serious note,” Haechan says, “I know that asking you to rehearse a bed scene with me is too much and way out of line. But I swear, I’m not gonna touch you if you’re so uncomfortable with it. Won’t even hold your hand, I promise.” Then he notices he’s still holding your hand from earlier. He drops it immediately, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It’s more than fine. His hand seems to fit yours in a way that nobody ever does but there’s no way you’re gonna tell him that. “So, we’re just gonna be practicing lines?”

“Exactly.” He rubs his nape, suddenly a bit bashful. “Well, I was hoping to at least kiss you—just to, you know, know how it’d feel like.”

“You’ve never kissed before?”

“I have, obviously.” He rolls his eyes, disgusted at your question. “I’m not a fucking virgin if that’s what you’re assuming.”

“Chill, don’t get your panties in a twist. Nah, I know you’re not a virgin from how many times you’ve had sex with yourself.”

“Hey!”

“But then, why do you need to practice? Can’t you just go straight to your castmates, and kiss the bejeezus out of them?”

Donghyuck runs a hand through his face. “It’s… I’ve never done it for a role,” he professes, faint blush blooming on his cheeks, “And the scene is supposed to be intimate and I’ve never… You know…”

You gesture at him to clarify more with your hands. “You’ve never…?”

“You know…” The color on his face turns brighter. “T-the thing.”

“What thing? Never made-out in public? Never had sex outdoor?” You act clueless just because you’re liking his reaction. “Never had a finger stuck in your ass? What? Please do enlighten me.”

“I’ve never been in love, you witch!” Haechan is adorable when he’s fuming. Nostrils blaring, eyebrows knitting together in an angry frown, scarlet cheeks all puffed out. He looks like a terribly pissed Pomeranian.

Man, if I could just take a picture. “Oh, okay. So have you had your finger stuck in your ass?”

“I swear to God—”

“Kidding. I know you have.” But even when Haechan is nearly ripping your cheeks apart from your face, your giggles are never-ending. “So, you’re nervous?” You snort, raising an eyebrow. “You, the obnoxious, desperate-for-attention Lee Haechan, are nervous?”

“Will you help me out or not?!”

You pretend like you’re contemplating about it when truth is, every part of your body and mind is just screaming what the heck are you waiting for? He’s asking you to rehearse a bed scene—a. bed. scene! And he said he wanted to kiss you, for God’s sake! So, really, what else is there to say but “Okay.”

Haechan widens his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You try your best to appear nonchalant. “But you’ll owe me a favor. A huge one.”

“Anything,” he instantly agrees, “As long as I’m not dead, you have my words.”

You’re not yet sure what you’re planning to ask him but seeing his enthusiasm, you know it’s going to be good. “Great. So, umm, do you want to do it now or…?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Here?”

“Wherever you want.”

“Man, you’re giving me too much power. I should’ve agreed to this way sooner.” You can practically feel your face splitting in half from how wide you’re grinning. “My room, then? I mean, a bed scene requires… a bed, right?”

Haechan laughs and even after two years, it still sounds like your most favorite thing in the world. “No, it doesn’t necessarily require a bed but sure.” He jumps out from the couch, taking you by the hand, and only by that, you can already feel your heart thumping a tad faster. But the second he walks into your room, he makes a face. “Why does it smell like something died in here?”

“Because something did die. Your dignity.”

The tickling fight doesn’t occur very often between you and Lee Haechan but once it starts, it means war.

***

“Okay, so…” Haechan hands you the script, already opened to show you a page filled with dialogues and short narratives. He scoots closer on the bed, his knee a few inches away from grazing yours as they dangle from the edge. “Just from the top of the page, here.” He points with his finger and you do a quick scan, trying to get a picture of the intimate scene you’re going to do. “So, a quick summary. Your character, Aeri, has been in love with my character, Donghyun. In the earlier scene, you’ve confessed your love to me but I rejected you because we’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But then, later on, some things happened and I ended up catching feelings for you and this is the part where I’m gonna be telling you how I really feel and then we start kissing and—”

“Then we have sex,” you utter in dismay, but butterflies are erupting from your stomach due to the anticipation.

“No,” Haechan corrects you, “We make love.”

“Is there any difference?”

“There are more feelings involved, not just out of sheer passion. It’s slower. Tender. Intimate.” And when he notices you raising a questioning brow at him, he sighs. “That thing you did with Jaemin? Fucking like bunnies? The opposite of that.”

You mock him by imitating his sigh exaggeratedly and receiving a flick on the nose in return. “Is it just me or is the script pretty lousy?”

He nods. “But they’ll pay you good money for this.”

“I thought the reason you became an actor was to create art not money.”

“When I’m rich, maybe. Right now, I gotta pay for my rent. And apparently, Jeno keeps chasing my ass, forcing me to pay him back. It was just a wagyu steak for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself, momentarily distracted. “Anyway,” he cracks his neck, “I’ve memorized my lines. Wanna give it a go?”

“Okay, let’s try. I guess I’ll be fine if it’s just kissing. Even if it’s with you.” When in reality you’re only agreeing to this because it’s with him.

Haechan’s eyes gleam brighter, ears practically perking up like an excited puppy. “Really?”

“You’re that excited at the thought of kissing me?” You play smug but you could practically hear your heartbeat blasting through your ears. “What else have you been thinking about me?”

“I’m not excited at the thought of kissing you, dumbass,” he spits back, the spark in his eyes vanishes in an instant. “I’m excited that finally I can practice kissing scenes with someone who’s actually willing to do it, and not, you know, like with the back of my hand or something.”

“You…” Failing to hold back a grin, you burst out laughing. “You made out with your hand?”

It’s funny that even when his skin is golden as if it was kissed by the sun, it still shows vividly on his face whenever he blushes. “I didn’t mean it literally—”

“I can’t believe you made out with your hand.”

“Would you just—” He nearly suffocates you with your pillow but you quickly retaliate by kicking him in the stomach.

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes. “Man, that mental image of yours making out with your hand will live in my mind rent-free for as long as I live.” When you still can’t stop laughing, Haechan is practically baring his teeth. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s get this going. If it gets too uncomfortable for me, I’ll stop.”

“Of course.”

“At any time I want.”

“Your call.” He nods in agreement with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen him do; it almost doesn’t seem like him.

“Good,” you say. “Now, I’ve never acted once in my life so if you laugh at me, I will sneak into your room at night and pour hot coffee on your computer.”

There’s fear fleeting through his eyes but he gives another nod. “Deal.”

“All right…” You take a deep breath, willing your heart to stop hammering against your ribcages, and for once, focus more on the script instead of the shape of his pretty, pretty mouth. “What are you doing here?” You follow the script, voice a little bit shaky as you’re still embarrassed with everything you’re doing. Haechan closes his eyes and you’re about to throw a joke to tease him about actor Haechan coming alive but when he opens them and gazes at you, you sit still, frozen.

“I wanted to see you,” he says, voice so delicate, it startles you. He’s so serious about this that you don’t find the strength within you to tease him like how you usually do. Somehow, the little gestures he makes, the changes in his expression alter the air along with the tension in the room. Suddenly, it feels like you’re standing next to him under the spotlight, hundreds of pairs of eyes following your every movement.

“It’s—” You swallow your breath, tongue lays heavy in your mouth. “It's pouring outside, why are you—”

“I love you,” he vocalizes, his eyes gentle and heartbroken. His voice suddenly sounds a pitch lower, reverberating through the air until it sends goosebumps to the tiny hairs on your nape. He waits for your reply and you have to blink twice to slap yourself back to reality.

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry it took me this long to realize, but I do. I’m in love with you, hopelessly so.” He reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Though he has pretty hands, his fingertips are not as soft as you had imagined them to be, but they feel better, feel real. His warmth is unfamiliar to your skin but it feels more pleasant than anything that ever touches you. “Maybe you’re unaware of this, but it kills me to know that I’ve hurt you because I simply couldn’t be brave enough to accept my feelings. The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.”

Haechan’s lines fit your situation so much that you wish he wasn’t acting. It’s amazing how he’s changing into an entirely different persona and yet, it feels so natural as if he has been that person all along. Your breathing gets heavier as you take a brief look at the script, searching for your lines. “This feels unreal…”

“Do you still love me?” Haechan lifts your face by the chin, his touch is paper-thin.

You wet your lips, head swirling. “But Donghyun—”

“Do you still love me?” He repeats, emphasizing with his tone. His eyes are peering into yours and you wonder maybe the quote eyes deeper than the sea refers to his gaze. “Or is it too late for me?” His thumb drifts to your lip, caressing your bottom one, your lip balm sticking to his skin.

“I do,” you reply. He’s so pretty. You’ve never taken a glance longer than a few seconds at his close-up face, but now that you’re in this close proximity, you can finally witness the two tiny moles on his cheek, the beautiful shape of his dark eyes, the delicate curve of his lips… “I do love you, Donghyuck.”

A few seconds of silence hangs in the air when Haechan stops, his eyebrows furrowing. “Umm—it’s Donghyun, actually.”

Fuck! “Right!” You nearly leap out of your bed, face aflame. “Donghyun! Of course! I don’t know why I said that. Donghyuck is your name, I know that—” Fuck, fuck, fuck, just fucking kill me. “Sorry, umm—nervous.”

Fortunately for you, Haechan buys your bluff. “Rookie mistake,” he chuckles and you exaggeratedly roll your eyes to play along. “Okay, let’s start over. Do you still love me?”

“I do,” you respond too rigidly, making him glance away so he won’t break into laughter. “I do love you, Donghyun. Dong-Hyun.”

“Good,” he improvises, as it’s not written in the script. He has a tiny smile on his face and you like to think that it’s just him doing a terrible job at hiding his amusement. But when he swats your bangs out of your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he seems like he’s seeing the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his whole life. The adoration in his eyes, his loving gaze—they are so vivid, they nearly consume you. “Because I don’t think I can resist this any longer…”

You’re lost in his eyes, lost in his touch, lost in his warmth. It’s until Haechan nudges his head slightly, indicating you to wake up, you’ve got a line to say, that you jolt, eyes hurriedly going down to the script, seeking your lines. “Umm—“ You flinch. You sound so jittery, it’s terrible. “R-resist what…?”

But Haechan doesn’t pay a mind that you just stuttered from saying two words. He doesn’t ask you to start over. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath mingling in the air and you can taste the scent of sandalwood and summer. Combined with his soft breathing, you’re almost stuck in a haze, just reeling in the feeling of how this man is now closer to you than he has ever been in the past two years and it’s better than anything you’ve ever imagined.

“Resist this,” he whispers and before you can look down to check whether you have more lines to say, Haechan dips his head, his lips brushing against yours, ever so faintly at first but when you gasp, he presses harder, framing your cheeks with both hands before he moves one down to your waist. Unlike his fingertips, his lips are soft—softer than silk or the cotton candy he once bought you. But it’s not the way they feel or the way he tastes that distract you the most. It’s the way he moves them, parting his lips slightly so he can blend with yours, your lower lip fits perfectly between his plump ones. It’s the way he sighs, so contentedly, as if kissing you was everything he ever wanted.

You close your eyes, hands reaching up to his collar, wanting to feel him more, wanting to touch him—

Haechan breaks away, placing both hands on your shoulders. “How was it?”

You’ve never had someone splash cold water on your face but you figure it might feel something like this. Your voice grows hoarse when you speak. “How was what?”

“The kiss!” Haechan’s eyes are filled with concern, analyzing your expression. “Was it romantic enough? Tender enough? Did it properly convey the desperation and longing my character feels for yours?”

You knew this was a bad idea. You fucking knew it. So, why are you still hurt when he acts like he feels exactly nothing by that kiss? This is just an acting lesson for him. You should have been prepared.

“It’s good,” you answer, averting your gaze and hiding your eyes behind your bangs. Your heart is still running a thousand miles an hour but somehow, it doesn’t feel as pleasant as before. “So, next scene—”

“Wait, are you okay?” Haechan asks, bending slightly to catch a glimpse of your face. “Was it too much? Do you want to stop?”

Truth is, you’re conflicted. You’re going to catch feelings—you most likely already are. But Haechan only treats you as a friend and nothing more, and this is the only chance you have to be this close to him. The temptation of continuing the kiss, to just hold him close for one more time, stands stronger than anything else so you say, “No. I promised you I’d help.”

He’s still unsure, eyes glinting in concern. “It’s okay if you want to stop, I—”

“Let’s just do the damn scene, Donghyuck.”

Haechan freezes on his seat, eyes searching yours as you now have the bravery to look at his face. Knowing you came on too strong, you try to ease it off with a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just my first time doing this—acting, I mean. Can we try again?”

He spends another few seconds trying to decipher the true meaning behind your smile but eventually nods his head at your command. He drags his finger back to the script. “Then, umm… Let’s start from here?”

You don’t even look at the page when you give affirmation. “Go.”

Haechan takes a moment to prepare himself and when your eyes meet each other again, he’s a different person once more. “The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.” His voice is so soothing, you almost forget that deep down you’re immensely upset knowing that the kiss didn’t have the same effects on him.

This time, when he frames your face with his palm, you lean into his touch, eyes never leaving his. “This feels unreal,” you say and for a second—just for a split second—you notice Haechan breaking out of character, surprised by the gentle expression on your face. Because you’re not acting out his script, you’re acting out on your feelings. It’s your only chance to be honest with him without forcing him to respond. So you pour all these feelings you have for him out in the open—ones that started from a mere physical attraction to something more as his presence grew bigger in your life, you’re acting out each and every one of them.

“Do…” He inhales sharply, trying to focus. “Do you still love me?” He’s doing the same thing as before, placing his thumb and index finger on your chin but before he can say his lines, you see how his eyes fall on your lips.

And you kiss him. You kiss him with everything you have, hands going to his face, fingers slipping between his strands, and Haechan gasps against your mouth, his fingers curling around your wrist. You know he’s about to push you away so you quickly murmur, “I do,” against his lips, breath stuttering, “I do love you.”

When you take his bottom lip between yours, teeth grazing against his supple skin, Haechan lets out an involuntary moan at the back of his throat. The butterflies in your stomach come alive, pumping a rush of adrenaline through your veins and suddenly, you’re brave enough to glide your tongue across his lip. His hold tightens around your wrist but instead of pushing you away, he tugs you closer and you fall into his chest, hands breaking free from his grip to wind around his neck. Your fingertips are scraping against his nape before they move upward to yank at the roots of his hair. “Fuck,” he breathes out, almost inaudibly, as if he didn’t mean to let the word slip from his mouth and it makes your heart jumps straight out of your chest. The second he responds properly, Haechan kisses like fire, all passion and urgency, and you really don’t mind being consumed by his flames.

His hands are on your waist, pulling you closer and closer until you’re almost sitting on his lap before he jolts awake, pushing you away so abruptly, you almost fall from the bed.

“I’m—We—” he stammers, looking everywhere but your eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bruised and red from your kisses. “I think we should—I gotta go—“

He stands up from the bed like the sheets are catching on fire, picking his script from the floor and gathering all his belongings at once before he runs toward the door. He turns on his heels, wanting to say something to fix the goddamn situation, but when his eyes land on yours, his words vanish without a trace.

“I—I’ll call you later,” he finally says and doesn’t wait for your response. The front door closes with a thud.

And then silence comes to answer.

What just happened?

Your heart is thundering inside your chest, you’re starting to feel nauseous. What have I done? You keep asking over and over. You thought everything was going to be fine. He responded to your kiss earlier, didn’t he? You were sure you didn’t imagine the whole thing. But now he’s gone and you’re not sure whether he’s gonna come back as the same Haechan—the old, bratty but caring Lee Haechan. The one who snickers loudly when you fall face-first on the ground but always steals secret glances at you to make sure you're not hurt. The one who makes jokes about your love life but never forgets to show up at your apartment with a thoughtful gift right at the minute you turn a year older.

Things are not just gonna get awkward, they’re ruined.

When nearly half an hour has passed by and you’re still left alone in your apartment with no signs of him coming back, you’re about to go insane. You can’t stay still, walking back and forth your living room with the tip of your thumb between your teeth.

Should I chase after him and explain that it was just me trying to improvise? You hesitate with your hand lingering on the doorknob. But with your knees nearly giving up under your weight, you decide to stay put. It will probably just gonna make it worse. He’ll see through my lies, he always does.

You’re straying away to the kitchen, hands placed on the counter. You can feel your head spinning, stomach somersaulting. Damn it, why did I have to do that?! Why couldn’t I just—

The front door slams opened and Haechan barges in with his hair messy, ruffled by the wind, and his bangs sticking to his temple. Stunned, you stand still on your ground. Your heart is the only one that’s moving beyond control. His eyes scan your apartment until they land on yours and for an instant, everything seems to fade away.

“Fuck it,” he says, dropping his bag to the ground and making his way towards you in such a hurry, he nearly trips over his feet. “You’re not that good of an actor to be faking it.” Before you have the chance to even take a breath, Haechan’s lips are smashing against yours.

“Hae—” Haechan’s kiss is insane. So forceful that you can barely keep up, taking every bit of air directly from your lungs. He has you backed against the kitchen counter, the marbled edge digging into your skin. His hands frame your face, sliding against your cheek until they cup the backsides of your neck, his thumbs resting against your ears. You curl your fingers around his wrist, gasping, “Wait—”

He pulls away, lifting your face so you can’t bring your gaze anywhere else. “You like me?” His eyes are just as intense, begging for answers. “Please tell me I’m not imagining this.”

But behind that passion, his confidence is wavering. You can tell by his quivering breath, the little tremble running through his fingertips, and at that, you’re drowning in relief. You don’t think he’s that good of an actor to be faking this too.

“I do,” you admit, heart pounding so loudly that you can barely hear your own voice. “I like—”

His mouth is on yours again and it feels like he’s kissing you in a hundred different places at once. “Jesus Christ, why have you kept quiet about this for so long?” he says, tasting your breath and skin at the same time. “Two fucking years. We wasted two fucking years.”

The words this isn’t happening endlessly run through your head but all your senses scream that Haechan is really here, in your arms, his nails clawing against your shirt and there’s nothing left you want from this world.

When you reciprocate to him properly, your palms sliding up his chest, over his shoulder, until your arms circle his neck, Haechan sighs in content. His kisses grow slower—more relaxed—but deeper, his tongue peeking out shyly at first but not for long. He still tastes faintly like the coffee you made and something else entirely different. Something pleasant that’s just exactly how you’ve fantasized him to be, if not more.

He pulls away to catch his breath with his eyes still focusing on your lips, thumb rubbing your lower one. “Does this feel weird to you?” He whispers, his temple pressing against yours.

You’re intoxicated by his sweet scent though you’re not sure whether it’s the smell of his shampoo, his cologne, or just him altogether. “No,” and as soon as the word comes out, his lips are chasing after yours once more.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can stop.” He’s breathing heavily against your mouth as you are against his. With his fingers twisted in your hair, making a messy ponytail out of it, Haechan peppers open-mouthed kisses on your neck, tongue pressing against your pulsating vein and a whimper escapes your mouth.

Your dreams, your fantasies—they all fall pale in comparison to reality. When you vocalize his name, it almost sounds like a plead and Haechan slants his mouth back on yours again, giving you another taste as he is not satisfied with yours just yet. “Your lips taste amazing,” he breathes out and it’s so quiet, it seems like he’s intending to say the words in his head and not with his mouth. But as his words fall on your ears, they send tingles down your spine.

“So do yours,” you reply, attempting to make him blush in return but if he does, he doesn’t show much. “Never pegged you as a man who wears lip balm.”

You can feel his smirk directly with your skin. “I’m not wearing any.”

“You’re not?” You lightly giggle, swiping your tongue across his lower lip. “Then your lips do taste amazing.”

Haechan’s hand is slipping underneath your shirt, fingers hovering above your bra. “Guess there are still a lot of things you don’t know about me, huh?”

“I’ve got a hunch you’re about to teach me?”

“Only if you’re eager to learn.”

The kiss becomes heavier that you’re lost for words, entirely consumed by his passion, until he breaks away, muttering, “Off, off, off, off, off,” as he struggles to tear the fabric away from your body. You titter at his desperation, raising both hands to help him out of his misery. The second it’s off, he lifts you by the waist and places you down on the counter.

“I’m amazed you could lift me,” you coo, admiring the sight of his lean stomach as he pulls his shirt over his head. His silver necklace hangs loosely around his neck and you hook a finger around it to yank him back to you.

He doesn’t seem to be able to detach his lips from yours for too long, especially when you keep sneaking glances at his. So when he speaks again, his every word is painted directly to your skin. “It wasn’t easy.” He settles between your thighs, mouth latching against your collarbone. “You weigh a ton.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip, holding back a moan as he sucks bruises on your neck, the edge of his fingers trailing over the seam of your bra. “Then you must be so strong.”

“I am, haven’t you noticed?” Haechan pulls away just to showcase a mischievous grin. “I work out, you know.”

You blurt out laughing. It’s not solely because of the mental image of Lee Haechan—a full-time gamer, Lee Haechan—doing push-ups seems so funny to you. It’s more about the way he wiggles his eyebrow, trying to be sexy about it when you know he’s the weakest one in your group. Flustered at your reaction, he flicks your nose. “What is so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize though it doesn’t seem that much sincere with the way you’re still giggling at him. “It’s just that an hour ago we were two friends making fun of each other and now we’re here, in this position. I don’t know, it just feels surreal to me.”

An adorable pout blooms on his face. “I thought you said this didn’t feel weird.”

“No, it’s perfect. I want this.” You wrap the end of his necklace twice around your index finger. “I want you. It’s just… I’ve been imagining this to happen for such a long time and now that it’s happening, I’m feeling a lot of things at once.” You place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “I’m nervous.” This time landing one on his cheek. “I’m relieved.” When your lips hover above his, you notice him parting his own slightly in anticipation. “And it feels so good, I don’t ever want to stop. Even if that means we can’t go back to being friends.”

Haechan can’t form a response as you don’t let him, your mouth swallowing the tiny moans he emits. “We’ll talk about that later,” he hastily replies, “I still haven’t had enough of you yet.”

Without warning, he lifts you off the counter, making you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist for support. “Haechannie!” With you holding onto him, he takes a step forward, ignoring your call. “Where are you taking me—"

“Wait, no, back pain, back pain.” Both of you nearly tumble down to the ground from how he’s harshly placing you back to your feet, wincing at the ache erupting from the strained muscles in his spine. He’s groaning in pain, massaging his back with both hands. “Fuck, you’re really heavy!”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You throw your slipper at him, missing his head just a few inches, laughing all the way. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to move us to the couch.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I was trying to be sexy.” He juts out his lower lip, and it takes all control of your body to not squeeze his cheeks from how adorable he looks.

“Honey, you are sexy, believe me, but you’re also weak as fuck. Consider hitting the gym for real next time and then carry me.”

“Shut up,” he sighs, holding out a hand for you to take. “To the couch, please? And maybe a massage after this ‘cause my back is killing me.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and drag him over to the couch. He’s in the middle of asking, “Do you want me to be on top or—” when you push him down and straddle his lap without warning, legs tangling around his hips. “Oh, okay.”

You run a hand through his hair, pushing them back so you can witness the glow in his eyes. “You look sexier with your hair pushed back.” You love the way he stares at you, eyes half-lidded painted with lust and desire. And combined with your commentary, he now has his cheek tinted with red. “Do you have a problem with me being on top?”

His eyes quickly run down to the place where your denim shorts are riding up your thighs, your zipper pressing against his groin. With a noticeable gulp, he stutters out, “N-no.”

You smile, patting his cheek. “Good.”

The kiss starts slow as you focus more on moving your hands down his body. Haechan shivers a little when your palm is pressing against his bare chest, sliding down to his navel. When you pull back, raising a questioning brow at his reaction, he bashfully says, “Your hand’s cold,” looking like a nervous little boy who’s a stark contrast to how he usually behaves.

He’s so cute.

“Well, I know a way to warm you up.” You smirk, almost cringing when you hear your own words but Haechan seems to like it.

“Oooh,” he coos, grinning against your lips. “Are you offering what I think you’re offering?”

“I don’t know.” You kiss your way down from his jawline to his chest, pushing yourself off his lap so you can kneel on the floor, your fingers unbuckling his belt. “What do you think I’m offering?”

Haechan’s eyes are glowing with anticipation. He curves his fingers around the edge of his seat, wetting his lip nervously when you pull his zipper down. You release him from his boxer, stroking him to life and he sinks his nails further into the couch. A train of expletives breaks free from his mouth but he’s so quiet, you can only hear his ragged breathing.

But by the time you run your thumb over his slit, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin, Haechan melts into a whimpering mess. “Please don’t tease,” he begs.

“I haven’t even started, Haechannie.” And he looks like he’s about to say something but it only turns into a mewl when you press a kiss to his tip. “You’re so cute,” you comment, and he shivers when the vibration of your voice meets his skin.

Haechan tries to act composed. “Of course I’m cute, it’s—”

You cut his line short by darting out your tongue, giving kitten licks at the side, smiling satisfyingly when his eyes meet yours. As you give him a little suck around his tip, he throws his head back, his lower lip between his teeth. “I—I said don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing you.” But you are. How can you not? He looks so fucking cute. You’ve never really enjoyed giving head before, especially when your opponent gets rough and ends up pushing too deep until you gag. But with Haechan, you feel like you can do this for hours. He’s so nervous and shy, doesn’t even dare to place his hand on your hair, and his reaction to every bit of your action is honest even when his words aren’t.

“Here.” You take one of his hands, moving it to your head. “You can use me as much as you want.”

“Use—” he crumbles at your choice of words. When you suddenly envelop him with your mouth, moving from the tip to the base in one quick motion, Haechan instinctively grabs a handful of your hair, flinching. “Goddamn, why are you so fucking hot?”

You giggle, sliding his cock out of your mouth with an obscene pop. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean your mouth. It’s so fucking warm.”

“So, you’re saying,” you dip your tongue into his slit, eyes seductively peering into his. “I’m not hot?”

“You’re—Fuck, fuck—” Haechan seethes, hips buckling when you bob your head down again, tongue pressing against his veins. Shivers run through his fingertips when he slips them between your locks, pushing your fringe back to have a good look at your face. You catch a glimpse of him, his lips unconsciously moving to form words that you can’t hear. So pretty, he seems to say, and the thought of it makes your stomach lurch in delight. Taking him completely in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him. He tightens his hold around your hair, cheeks flushed and you expect him to hold you in place so he can thrust against your mouth but what he does is pull you away. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.”

Wiping a string of saliva away with the back of your hand, you ask with a frown. “Something’s wrong?”

Haechan hides his reddening face behind his fingers, quietly answering, “I was about to come.”

You hold back a grin. With a nonchalant hum, you dip your head down again, this time engulfing him until he hits the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ.” His sanity is deteriorating, he can feel it.

“Don’t bring Lord’s name when I have your dick in my mouth, Haechannie. Mark would kill you if he knew.”

“Fuck Mark. Come here.” He rushes forward, forcibly pulling you up with both hands clamping your arms. When you follow his order, settling back down on top of his lap, he confesses with his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. “I really won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Despite your previous teasing and confidence, you squirm inside his arms, feeling warmth spreading from your chest to your cheek. “So I have these effects on you?”

He’s almost growling when he retorts, “You don’t even know.” Haechan pushes your bra strap until it falls off your shoulder, teeth marking your supple skin until you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He presses a softer kiss to soothe away the bruise. “Sorry, I… You’re gonna need to cover it up tomorrow.”

“It’s fine.” You stroke his cheek, tracing the tiny mole on his jawline. “Seems like you have a biting kink.”

He sheepishly chuckles, “I don’t know. But if you let me, I’d love to do that again.”

Something about him saying it in the most sincere way possible, almost too formal even, makes you crave more for him and everything he does. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want with me, Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan swallows hard, barely has the bravery to look at you in the face after hearing your words and his real name tumbling out of your mouth. His fingers are now on the hem of your shorts, trembling a little bit. “Umm—may I?”

Helping him further, you stand on your knees, unclasping your bra first to his surprise and pulling your denim shorts and panties down to your thighs. Haechan watches with his eyes wide open, mouth parted in awe as he commits every bit of your curve and movement into memory. It feels so thrilling to be this wanted, to be ravished by his eyes, until you begin to struggle to push your clothing away from your legs.

“Need some help?” He asks, lips pursing as he tries to hide a grin.

You exhale loudly, detaching yourself from him. “Let me just—” You jump off his lap, standing back with your feet on the ground, and kicking the clothing away with annoyance—why in the world did you have to wear shorts this tight—and slap him in the chest when he’s chuckling at the sight.

“Maybe you should stop trying to be sexy too,” Haechan snickers.

“Shut up.” You crawl back into his lap. “Go back to staring dumbly at me like before. I’m naked.”

“I wasn’t staring like tha—oh,” he inhales sharply as you grind your heat against his cock, amazed at how warm you are despite your cold palms. The sensation of skin meeting skin feels much more different. There’s really no going back this time. Somehow, it feels dangerous, as if you’re doing something forbidden and it makes your skin crawl with excitement.

And by the look on his face, seems like he feels the same way.

“Lost for words?” You taunt him with a smirk, hands on his chest. “That’s new.” His glare is menacing but it falters away the second you rub your arousal against his.

His head falls to his shoulder, eyes tightly shut. “God, baby…”

There it is again. The funny feeling in your stomach. “Baby?” You simper though your heart is palpitating like crazy. “We’re moving on to giving each other pet names now?”

If he can blush any harder than this, he probably might but with the way you’re grinding shamelessly on his cock, letting him get a glimpse of how wet and warm you are, he’s all maxed-out.

His earlobe lays between your teeth when you whisper, “Shall we put it in?”

Haechan’s nails are sinking into the skin of your hips, both to hold you in place so you’ll stop torturing him and to press you down harder on his crotch. “I…” He’s so distracted, he can’t even think. The way the side of his length is pressing against your folds is pushing every little bit of self-control he has to the back of his head.

“Haechannie?” You giggle, moving your hips. “I kinda asked you a question here.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please.” Haechan tries his very best to not sound that desperate for your touch but he is that desperate. “Wait—aren’t we—shouldn’t I wear a condom first?”

You blink, halting your movement. “You brought a condom with you?”

He nods as he leans forward, fingers searching frantically at the pocket of his jeans that hang low on his knees. “Here.”

“Why do you have a condom with you?”

“‘Cause I bought it downstairs just now.”

Your jaw grows slack at the realization. “Is that the reason why your hair was so messy and you were sweating when you barged in here? ‘Cause you ran downstairs, trying to find a condom?”

“I’m sorry, are you really complaining about this now?”

At the feeling of his member twitching underneath you, you sigh. “You’re right. Let’s discuss that later.”

It feels a bit awkward when you stand on your knees, giving him some space and wait until he finishes wrapping the rubber around himself. The silence that hangs between you is almost deafening that by the time he’s done and you fall back to his lap, sitting on his thighs, it feels like you have to start over again.

You diffidently smile. “Hey.”

Haechan is equally as embarrassed, mirroring your gesture. “Hi.”

“I guess we’re gonna have sex.”

“Guess so.”

Another few seconds pass by where you can only meet each other’s eyes, feeling your heartbeat racing louder and louder. It feels like you’re about to burst, honestly, but fortunately for you, Haechan leans in, his fingers tentatively caressing your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” He questions.

You melt under his gaze, his gentle touch, his honey-like voice. “Yes, please.”

Your lips start the connection and the rest of your body follows, fitting every curve of his perfectly like you were made for him. The way Haechan sighs against your mouth sends sparks of electricity all the way down to your toes and you don’t waste any more time. With his mouth latching on your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple, you lower yourself on him.

Haechan’s hold your waist tighter, eyebrows adjoined in the middle at the sensation, his moans muffled. He presses his spine back against the couch, admiring the sight of his member disappearing inch by inch into you. His eyes begin to droop when he’s completely sheathed inside, his bruised lips parted. He cups your cheek, kissing you softly on the corner of your mouth, making you shiver at the sudden tenderness. “I guess we are having sex,” he murmurs with a bashful smile.

You can’t help but laugh a little. “I guess so.”

It starts slow, with you placing both hands on his chest and him swallowing his breath at the sight of you moving up and down his length. You hiss slightly at the friction, adjusting to his size.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, tucking a few loose strands behind your ear.

“A little.” You reassure him with a grin. “Relax, you’re not gonna break me.”

You expect him to send back a snarky remark but what he does is press his forehead against yours. “You’re so warm,” he whispers, tasting the skin that connects your shoulder to your neck. Something about his words, his sensual kiss and his tender touch makes you squeeze your walls around him and he clutches harder around you. He glides his hands lower to your hips, silently urging you to pick up the pace and you follow.

Breathing heavily, Haechan has his thumb grazing your lower lip. “You have such a pretty mouth,” he professes as if he was in a trance.

You seductively bite his thumb, still working your hips. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked your dick.”

“Yes, that too, but really.” It’s as if he’s staring at a work of art, eyes twinkling with admiration. Sometimes, when you’re hitting the right spot and quiver around him, a small moan escapes his lips and you feel him twitching inside you. “It’s—ah—It probably doesn’t sound sincere when I’m saying this now, but I’ve always thought you had a pretty mouth. And lips. I’ve thought about your lips a lot.”

“Yeah?” You mouth against the sensitive skin below his ear, sinking harder on his length. “What else do you like about me?”

“Y-your voice—” You can actually feel him shivering. “You have such a—fuck—I just—I really love your moans.”

You’re not sure whether he’s saying that because he’s so distracted with the way you’re breathing in his ear or he genuinely loves it. Either way, it’s a pleasure to know how much you’re affecting him with your actions. With a chuckle, you say, “You’re rambling, baby.”

“And your hair,” he adds, probably losing every bit of his self-control by this point. “I love your hair. Looks so soft.” Haechan cards his fingers through your strands. “Feels so soft.”

You hum in response, hoping that your flushed face doesn’t look as apparent as you think. “Anything else?”

“Your—” He shudders when you paint a mark under his collarbone. “Your ass.”

You stop, pulling away to give him a look and he whines at the loss. “My ass?”

“What—” The tips of his ears are turning red, steam practically coming out of them. “Why are you staring at me like that—you have a great ass!”

Teasing him is such a joy to you. “Then, let’s do it this way.” You part away from him, landing back on the carpeted floor so you can turn around, giving him the chance to ogle at your behind, before you ease yourself down onto his lap once more.

“Fuck—” Haechan’s hisses, his hands going down to your hips again. The new position doesn’t allow you to meet his eyes but with the way he’s whimpering behind you, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass, the sensation increases.

“You okay back there?” You taunt smugly, chuckling a bit because Haechan sounds like he’s losing it. His nails are sinking into your skin and you just know that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise tomorrow. “You seem like you’re enjoying this way too—“ You’re interrupted by your own moans when he suddenly has one hand massaging your breast and another one sliding down your stomach to find your clit. “W-wait, Haechannie—”

“You’re such a tease,” he breathily whispers into your ear, his chest pressing against your spine as he leans forward, pulling you into his embrace. “Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”

His fingers are rubbing you in circles, making your thighs tremble. “You’re right.” You move your hips harder, going out of rhythm with how fast you’re going and Haechan sinks his teeth to your shoulder again.

At the sound of his name departing your lips in the most sinful moan he’s ever heard, Haechan curses. “Shit, you’re not gonna let me enjoy this longer, are you?”

“There’s always a second round, Haechannie.” You smirk, raising your hips all the way up in intention to slam it back down again but Haechan catches you and pushes you forward until you land on the coffee table, stomach pressing flat against the wooden surface. “What—"

“There’s always a second round, right?” His lips are brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you. “Then I’m going all out.”

When he slams his hips in one swift motion, hard and deep, he knocks all the air out of your lungs. “Wait—” You choke out, can barely keep up with his pace. “Oh God—”

“Now, now,” he coos, his hand finding its way to your throat, fingers pressing against your veins. He raises your face, his chest completing the dip of your spine. “Don’t bring God’s name when I’m fucking you like this, baby.”

You can’t even find the strength to retort, eyes shutting tightly until you see stars behind your eyelids. It almost feels unreal how fast he can go from being awkward and tentative about all of this to raw and wild within a few minutes but Haechan has always been fast adapting to new situations and you have been teasing him way too much. It’s about time that he snaps.

Haechan moves you down to the floor, forcing you to stand on all fours and you’re so glad you follow his lead. “Spread your knees. Bring your head down,” he instructs and you do as you’re told, extending your arms in front of you. Haechan has his hand on the dip of your shoulder blades, holding you still until you have no choice but to press your cheek against the carpeted floor, ass in the air. “Good girl,” he praises, kneeling behind you and rubbing his tip along your folds. “Ready, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer.

With only a few minutes in, you know you’re getting close, you can feel it. He has switched from giving deep, hard thrusts to quick, shallow ones and it’s driving you insane. “H-Haechannie, I—” you whimper, “I’m close—”

And he knows it too, of course he does. He can tell by the way you’re clenching around him. But instead of going harder and driving you completely over the edge, Haechan suddenly laces his fingers with yours, his lips painting soft kisses from your nape down to your spine, his hips hitting another angle that feels just as amazing even when he slows down the pace. The intimacy surprises you as you don’t expect him to be this tender. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like you’re doing this out of sheer passion. With his palm covering the back of your hand, fingers slipping between yours, somehow, everything feels more sentimental, stronger, crossing the lines.

With a moan of your name, Haechan flips you to your back, fingers framing your face, lips meeting lips as he thrusts back in, gasping against your mouth. “I want to see your face,” he says when he pulls away, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours, thumb slipping between your lips. “Not sure if I’ve told you this before but…” He snaps his hips, and you tangle your legs around them in response, fingernails digging into his upper arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

The knot in your stomach untangles without warning and your orgasm hits you so hard, you nearly sob at the sensation. With the way you’re quivering and squeezing around him, Haechan follows right after, his face sinking into the crook of your neck, hips stuttering as he rides out his own orgasm.

***

With his jeans back on and his used condom thrown away to the nearest trash bin, Haechan joins you back on the carpeted floor as you still haven’t found the strength to get up and get dressed after that. He shamelessly lays his body down on top of yours, his cheek pressing against the valley of your breasts. “I’m spent,” he mumbles, feeling drowsy.

“Haechannie?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re heavy.”

“I know.” But he doesn’t get up, only moving his head slightly to press a tiny kiss to your bare chest before he lies his head down over your heart again. You give up with a smile, wrapping your arms around him, fingertips stroking his hair. Haechan sighs contentedly under your touch. “Man, that was…”

“That was?”

“Amazing.” He props himself up on his elbows so he can meet your eyes. “You’re amazing.”

Your heart jolts at the sincerity in his words but you cooly smile back. “I know.”

“And I’m amazing too, I’m sure?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “Could be a little better but I’ll let you practice on me for free.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head, his strands tickling your nose. “I don’t even have the strength to join your banter. You know, I’ve always wondered since you’re pretty much shit at everything, there must be something you’re good at. But I never thought that something would turn out to be sex. I can’t even believe I’m saying this but you’re really, really amazing at it. I feel like I should give you a medal or something.”

“Thanks,” you flatly mutter. “Not sure if you’re praising me, though.”

“Oh, I am praising you, believe me. And you know me, I rarely praise.”

“Stop it,” you use your robotic voice. “You’re making me feel so special, I’m about to cry.”

Haechan playfully nips at your nose, forcing you to break off your act and laugh directly into his mouth. “Seriously,” he says, breaking off the kiss. “If I were to pay you for sex, I would give you everything I own. Even the clothes I’m wearing. Hell, I’d even sell my grandma but don’t tell her that.”

Your laughter has reduced into small giggles. “That’s comforting.”

“So…” The way Haechan is caressing your hair is so soft, almost like a mother to her sleeping child. “What should we do about this?” When you raise an eyebrow, he tensely adds, “Do you, umm… I mean, do you want to, like—”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know, God, I’m so nervous! I may look like a naughty, sexy bad boy—”

“No one is saying that—“

“But I actually suck at this—as in, I don’t really know how to date a girl.”

“You don’t even know how to talk to a girl, based on the conversations we’ve had,” you comment and you know it’s not helping but it’s worth seeing his adorable pout. “Then don’t date me. If it’s hard for you to date, then let’s just keep being friends—"

“But I want to continue this!” He says it so fast and firmly that you don’t even have time to feel hurt about your offer.

It’s not like you crave a relationship with him—you haven’t thought about it that far—even just holding him like this is enough for now, so the fact that he’s so excited to have this going makes your heart swells with joy. “Well then, we’ll be friends who have casual sex anytime we want,” you suggest.

He blinks twice, a bit amazed at your offer, but to your surprise, he seems rather… disappointed? “What happens if we start catching feelings?” He quietly asks.

“Then I guess we’ll start dating for real.”

“Then…” He runs a hand through his hair, nervous. “What happens if I already have feelings for you?”

He states it so quietly, it’s a miracle you can even hear him. “Do you want to date me, Haechannie?”

He looks away, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Do you want to date me?” He murmurs against your skin, unsure and flustered.

You heave the heaviest sigh you’ve ever done in your life. “You’re unbelievable. I’ll decide for us then. Starting now, we’re dating.”

He lifts his head, and if he were a puppy, he would’ve had his tail wagging behind him, even when his face doesn’t show much. “That easy?”

“That easy. What, you have something to complain about?”

“No.” He grins, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Hey, girlfriend.”

“Ugh, get off me, you’re gross.”

But no matter how hard you push your palm against his face, Haechan only giggles and turns you around so this time, you’re lying on his chest. “So,” he pushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “You like me, huh?”

“No, what makes you think that way?”

“Says the girl who just slept with me.”

“I slept with you ‘cause I was just curious about your dick. Jeno said you had a dick that was the size of his thumb.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Didn’t you see his InstaStory last night?” You reach up to gather your phone from the coffee table. “I took a screenshot of it actually. Man, you should’ve seen the comments. They’re hilarious.”

Snatching your phone away, Haechan runs his eyes along the words written on the screen. “That son of a bitch!”

Simpering, you sneak a peek under his boxer. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

“Oh, it’s on,” he deadpans, throwing your phone away and pushes you back down on the floor. His eyes glinting mischievously.

“What are you doing?” You’re still half-laughing when he brings your hands over your head, holding your wrists together with one hand as he settles between your thighs, his fingers hovering dangerously close.

“I’m gonna make you take your words back.” He wets his lip, one corner of his mouth turning upward. “Time for the second round, baby.”

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yupitsbambi · 3 years

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ok ok ok we all know I’m rabid for Protective Demon Bros (tm) but I haven’t seen a single thing about protective Diavolo and I am absolutely going feral at the concept

Edit: holy shit oops my hand slipped and I wrote like 2k lmfao enjoy

Tw: kidnapping, blood, fear, bad jokes, no beta, riffing off the top, half hc/half fic???, omfg, definitely so much cursing

Like.... you’re walking home alone from RAD, carrying your textbooks and humming softly to yourself. Everyone was busy after school, but it didn’t bother you that much- you had mostly adapted to the realm and usually had your wits about you, so what’s the big deal?

When you stop for a second to glace at something in the park, you notice something B I G looming down the street, probably 10 yards from you

nopenopenopenopenope

You’ve gotta be fuckin shitting me. TODAY??? After Mammon had slipped in the cafeteria and sent fried cockatrice all down your uniform? And after you got a B on your History of Demonic Uprisings (1129-1378 AD) essay?

I think the fuck not

Time to skrrrrrt girls gays and theys

So you start high tailing it out of there, deciding that going through the shops might be your best bet since it would be crowded

Not that anyone would help you but at least someone would see it!!!

You finally slow down after ten minutes of fear-trotting

It’s probably fine now

At least you don’t see them anymore

Whew.

F U C K theres a big greasy claw wrapped around my mouth!!!

(If I’m going to die you should at least let me curse you out first)

You’ve been now dragged into some scummy alleyway behind Hell’s Kitchen. The demon who decided to take his lunch to-go has you thumped up against the brick wall, yellow fangs covered in sticky saliva gleaming down at you. He smelled worse than HK’s dumpsters, and that was saying something.

Well this is it I suppose. Staring up into the dripping maw of some fugly rando who’s about to devour your shiny soul. You didn’t even get to enjoy having a soul for that long, and now it’s going to be gobbled up by Slimy Steve over here? It’s a damn shame.

Eww. Did he just drop slobber onto my shoe?

Welp. Here we go. I just hope someone gives this asshole a good kick in the keister for me once I’m Demon Chow

Turns out it was going to be a lot sooner than you thought.

“What the f u c k do you think you’re doing.”

You nearly broke into tears right there. You were going to put Lucifer to shame in certified ass kissing if you managed to survive this

The grip around your face loosened and you took a deep breath, not sure if you should be thankful or not that you could breathe again considering the stench

(I guess thankful, but just a little bit)

Once the demon saw who it was, you were released fully, falling to your needs onto the concrete beneath you. When he had dragged you down here, claws had ripped through your uniform. A cool breeze brushed by and you shivered a little at the sensation of air brushing through your ripped clothes, and you could feel something hot and wet dripping down your front

Oh, you were bleeding. Great

In an instant, Diavolo was on him. Your assailant was large, but even his strength couldn’t touch the Prince’s- Diavolo grabbed the side of his head and thrust him directly into the wall. You heard something crack, though whether it was the wall or the demons skull, you had no clue. You decided now wasn’t the time to ask.

“I will leave slivered parts of your disgusting, filthy soul floating across the realm, just so you can inform every other piece of scum in the Devildom exactly what happens when you touch my exchange student.”

Holy shit that was hardcore

At that, Diavolo snapped his fingers, and long, tendril-like black shadows came out of their crevaices- creeping out from behind the lamp, the floor, the cracks in the walls. They wrapped around the kidnappers body, slowly pulling him through the concrete floor.

There was a scream, and then there was nothing, except the sound of a few flies floating around the lightpost.

Low key, that was fucking terrifying. Actually-high key. High key that was fucking terrifying.

Not even just almost becoming a Not-So-Happy meal. You knew that Diavolo was strong, stronger than Lucifer even, but you had never seen him just totally snap like that. Even now, he was radiating an orange glow, and a sound similar to electricity was vibrating the air around him.

You had just watched an empty black void grow hands and pull that demon into who-knows-where at a snap of his fingers. He didn’t even break a sweat. That was a little demented

Thank the demon lord you had developed a strong psyche over the past year of living in actual Hell

Diavolo just brushed off his blazer like it was nothing. The orange light faded and the buzzing slowly stopped. He looked over at you appraisingly.

When he saw the hole in your shirt, his eyebrows raised in concern, intimidating aura gone instantaneously.

“Shit... you’re hurt.” All you could do was nod meekly at him, looking down for a second to inspect the damage. You touched the wound softly, hissed, and your fingers came back stained red.

“Come on,” he crooned sweetly. His deep voice soothed you, shock still setting deep into your bones. You hadn’t felt this rattled since you watched Beel eat a whole turkey in a single bite.

Without asking, he scooped you up, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your shoulders. “The boys are going to pitch a fit when they see this,” the prince grumbled. His baratone shook your face as it laid on his chest.

All you could do was stare up at him. That was your same prank-loving royal... the same one who had given everyone a day off of school just to see if Lucifer would notice when he was in grind-mode (he didn’t) and who had sent everyone on a wild goose chase looking for a flower thief when it had been him the whole damn time

And yet, it was just now sinking in that he was one of the most dangerous creatures in all three realms. Sure, you had known that logically, but now, after seeing it for yourself...

“I hope I didn’t scare you back there.” Although you couldn’t see much, you could tell his face was stoic. His jaw clenched, and you gave yourself a moment to examine your unexpected savior.

The lamps were lighting up his fluffy hair, illuminating it a bright red that cast a glow around his face. His tan skin was rosed slightly pink, probably from the fight. The muscles in his cheek tensed and released, like he was about to say something, and then stopped himself.

The tension in his brows, jaw, and fingers gave it away- he thought you were afraid of him.

You shook your head softly.

“I can normally keep my power well concealed,” he cleared his throat. You blinked at him, silently pushing him to continue. He looked at you for a moment, golden eyes meeting yours.

dontblushdontblushdontblush

“You don’t have to be worried about me. I promise, the only time you will see that anger is when someone threatens to hurt something or someone I care about.” He offered you a small, nervous smile.

“So don’t be spooked, okay? You’re safe as long as you’re in the Devildom, with me.”

(Fuck I blushed!!!!!!!!)

“Let’s hurry and get you bandaged up.”

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When you got home, it was pandemonium.

Diavolo had scolded Lucifer for leaving you alone, and then Lucifer had turned and raised hell on the other 6

“You mean not a single one of you could find 10 minutes to walk them home???????? You have one fucking job!!!!!”

Diavolo stayed by your side while you were getting bandaged up, offering to hold your hand through the stitches and joking lightly with you at the chaos Lucifer was currently bringing to the HOL

After some banter, a much needed snack, and fashioning a few ice packs, he informed you he had a meeting to attend, but that you were invited to come join him and Barbatos at the castle for tea that evening. Barbatos would surely want to give you a look over as well, just to make sure that you would heal properly.

Just as he got up to leave, he grabbed your hand, raising to to his lips and kissing it softly. A shiver ran up your arm straight through your spine. You stared at him owlishly.

“If you ever need an escort, please, just contact me. Even if I am busy, I will make sure it’s seen that you get home safe.”

You thanked him, and he flashed you his warm smile again. If you kept blushing this much, you were going to catch a fever.

He bid you adieu, and you watched him leave out the door, still sitting on the countertop-turned-medical-table.

What were you going to do about that?

“So,” Asmo drawled in your ear, startling you. When did he get here?! “You and the prince, huh?”

Well... this is going the be an ordeal.

#wtf how did this happen #I cannot write headcanons for shit they always turn into like full out fics #but with more crack #this wasn’t even supposed to be anything so I’m not even ashamed if it’s a dumpster fire #obey me #bambi speaks #obey me imagine #Bambi writes #Bambi imagines #diavolo x reader #diavolo x MC #diavolo #swd lord diavolo #lord diavolo

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Flirting, Teasing, Tension- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Kody: Requests are open and all that good shiz. Enjoy this story my dudes.

Warning: Cursing, Sexual themes, touchy touchy. Draco being mhm hawt and you being a badass.

House: Slytherin

Summary: Draco has been flirting with you relentlessly, but when Pansy gives you advice you give him a taste of his own medicine and then some and he cant handle it, neither can you too.

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You sighed and continue to scribble down notes, trying to ignore the Slytherin boy failing at getting your attention. “Psst L/n” he says in a low whisper. You ignore him again, hearing him groan. You think that’s the end of it, but when a paper swan lands on your desk, you knew it was him. You place your quill down next to your parchment and begin to unfold the swan.

As you undo the last fold, you look at the words and read them in your head ‘You look ravishing in that skirt today, but it would look better on my dorm room floor’ you let out a bitter chuckle. This guy just doesn’t quit. You turn in your chair to see Draco with his famous smirk plastered on his face. You lift the note and give him a innocent smile.

A spark of hope lights in his eyes before you rip it in half in front of him and flip him off, then it dies out. Leaving “What a git” you mumble and pick up your quill once more. You could hear his friends laughing at him abit, which was kinda funny.

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Sitting down next to Pansy you groaned “He’s staring at me, isn’t he?” you questioned the brown haired girl

She peeks over your shoulder to see the Slytherin boy indeed smirking at you. “Yeah he is, what a creep” Pansy sneers before facing you again. “He’s still flirting with you right?”

You give her a nod as you take a bite of your food “I have an idea, but it might cost you your dignity” Pansy begins, turning your attention towards her “Flirt with him back”

You choke on your food and let out a cough “No, definitely not. Are you mental Pansy?” you asked as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Pansy rolls her eyes at your comment “Think about it, flirt with him as much as he does to the point where he is so annoyed with it to. A taste of his own medicine if you will” she says proudly.

You lean back in your seat and smirk thinking about it, it would stop him from his constant nagging. “Alright, i’ll do it”

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Free periods were one of your favorites, sitting down and reading a nice book was always a fun way to pass the time. You’d like to read in the courtyard while sitting on a bench. The fresh air was nice and calming today so you might as well right?

When you heard laugh, not just any laugh mind you. The laugh of a a stuck up rich boy, you knew there be trouble. Keeping your eyes at your book, you continued to the read the words as footsteps approached you. “Ah Y/n, lovely to see you today. You look absolutely beautiful”

You lower your book. What? No sexual remark? Was this even Draco Malfoy you were looking at? Since he was being nice you gave him a nice answer for now. “Why thank you, how’s your day so far?” you asked. Draco shrugged and took a seat next to you.

“Better now. I get to sit next to you in a really short skirt, your legs are really sexy Y/n” Draco leans in and you feel his breath fanning your face. Well that didn’t last very long, did it? You feel anger boiling inside you, but remember what Pansy had told you.

You muster up all the seductress in you that you could and close the boo in your lap. You turn your head and grab his tie, pulling him only centimeters from your face, you hear him inhale sharply which makes you smirk. A spark igniting in your chest. “Thank you, but wouldn’t they look so much better wrapped around your waste as you hold me against a wall”

You watch as Draco’s face turns into one of shock at your words and his eyes trail down to your lips then back to your E/c eyes. He leans in to what you assumed to kiss you, but you put a finger over his mouth “Aw, no” you laugh softly and let go of him, standing up and collecting your things. You leave, purposely swaying your hips as you walked.

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As you wrote the last line of your essay you heard someone come through the portrait, but you didn’t pay much mind to it as you placed your essay in the folder, then the folder in your bag. As you grab your textbook so you can shove them in as well you hear a whistle from behind you, turning around you see Draco.

He eyes you up and down and takes a look at your outfit. “Well well, look what we have here. You in a even tinier skirt.” He begins and sits next to you on the sofa. he places a hand on your thigh and feels the spiderweb stockings under his hand, he starts to trail his hand dangerously up which makes your stomach do flips.

You try to ignore the feeling in your chest and remember to not let him get to you, but you get to him. You grab his hand and take it off, you throw a leg over his lap and straddle him. Feeling the same spark you did the first time you teased him. Draco’s eyes widened as he saw you on top of him, a feeling of arousal coursing through him.

“You must really be turned on by tiny skirts, Malfoy” You start, shifting your hips in his lap so you could lean in, a small groan falling from his lips “I can feel you getting hard under me” You whisper as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. You smirk feeling satisfied and hop off his lap, scooping your bag in your arms.

You give Draco a small wink as your eyes go down to his pants “Might want to handle that” You say and point to the obvious bulge in his pants before walking out of the common room and down the hall to your dorms.

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“You did what?!” Pansy yelled, causing a few Slytherins to look at the both of you weirdly. You laugh at your friend. It had been two weeks since you started your teasing with Draco and you had completely broken him down to the point where he blushed whenever he looked at you.

“I’m just doing what you asked” You said back, laughing as you took a bite from your muffin, placing it down on your plate.

Pansy sighs as she rubs her temples with her hands “I told you to flirt with the man, not grind on him and feel him up!” She snaps in a hushed tone. You shakes your head and lean into the table.

“It’s fine i know what i’m doing, plus his reactions are the best” You laugh quietly and watch Pansy’s face twist into one of curiosity and you raise a brow “What?” you ask.

Pansy crosses his arms “What do you feel when you tease and flirt with Draco?” she asked. You open your mouth to speak but she holds her hand up “Just answer”

You sigh, rolling your eyes “Okay, well when i flirt with Draco, i feel like a spark i guess. Its exhilarating and makes me want him to hold you a grab at me all over and on the rare times he can back it makes me melt. Makes me want to give in...oh shit” You run a hand through your hair, eyes widening.

Pansy nods “You like him or in short terms want to shag him-” She says and you cover her mouth shaking your head.

“Not another word”

Pansy takes your hand off and laughs “Both of you are clearly attracted to each other so go for it” she shrugs and picks up her cup, taking a sip of her drink.

“You say that as if it’s so easy to go up to him and ask that handsome demon to rip my clothes off-” You start before its Pansy to cover your mouth this time.

“Please, not another word” She says and removes her hand. You both stare at each other and break out in laughter.

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The next night you were in your dorm, just wearing something comfy and warm. A knock comes from your door and you place your book down on your bed and stand up, slipping on your white slippers so your feet don’t touch the cold floor, another knock comes to your door “Calm your tits, i’m coming!”

You walk to your door and open it, seeing a very disheveled Draco. His white hair was all ruffled and messed up, he was also wearing regular pjs. “Draco?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer and just pushed past you into your room. “Okay?” you say and shut the door.

You cross your arms and look at Draco, watching as he looked at his hands before walking towards you “I can’t stand the way you tease me, touch me, or even breathe next to me then just leave me. Its fucking annoying” he growls, making a shiver run up your spine.

Your frozen as he pushes against the wall, both of his hands slam next the wall by your head “I can’t even sleep without thinking about you and the sight of you sitting on my lap i-” Draco stopped himself, but he had already said to much. You could see the needy look in his eyes.

“It was only to get you to stop flirting with me, then i guess i liked the way you reacted” You spoke, making Draco look you in the eyes which made your heart thump widely. “Then the tension grew”

Draco nods “Yeah tension” he repeats before his eyes trail down to your lips, looking at you expectantly and you just nod slowly. Without hesitation he slams his lips on yours, the feeling sending sparks throughout both you and Draco. His hands move to cup the back of your thighs, pulling away from your mouth for a moment “Jump”

Who were you to deny the literal god in front of you right? So you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he squeezed your thighs making you gasp. Using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You both kissed roughly and passionately, desperately even. Grabbing onto each others clothes in a lustful way.

The night was filled with a passion like no other and would certainly not be the last, the way he touched you was like no other and would be engraved into your mind for the rest of your days.

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Your eyes flutter open as you are face to face with a sleepy Slytherin boy, you smile as memories from the night before flood back into your mind like a tidal wave. You didn’t get long to relive them in your head when your door creaks open, you sit up quickly to see Pansy, you quickly put a finger to your lips gesturing for her to be quiet.

Pansy gasps quietly and point to the both of you “I can’t believe you two actually liked, you know. Fucked” she said making you flush red and waves your hands.

“Go, get out”

The brown haired girl laughed and blew you a kiss before shutting the door. You hear Draco mumble and you turn to face him. He looks at you and gives you a smile “What are you doing sitting up? Lay down and cuddle me” he says like a baby and you laugh before laying back down.

Wrapping an arm around you he pulls you flush against his chest and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. Both of you went back to sleep quickly in each others arms.

♡~🐍~♡

Kody- Hey hey hey, i wrote something spicy. Crazy right? Anyway, peace p.s my requests are open

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #fanfiction #fanfic #pansy parkinson #slytherin #harry potter #potterhead

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flying-guinea-pig · 2 years

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Not What He Seems Ch.7

AO3 link.

Chapter 7 – The New Project

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining through the window panes, the birds were wheeling through an azure sky, and a demon was moping around in Thomas’ office.

"And you call yourself my friend."

Thomas rolled his eyes in exasperation, capping his red pen and putting it away. Hicks had him correcting the essays of the demonology first years. He really hoped some of them would drop out before reaching the actual practical summoning classes... Had he ever been this gullible and lazy? "Will you give it a rest? You're being overly dramatic."

"Overly dramatic? After such a betrayal?" Tyrone said, draping himself over the edge of the desk. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

"I thought you would be happy," Thomas said. "You've been trying to convince Hicks to add Alcor to the safe summons list for years now. We’re upholding our part of the deal, that’s all."

Tyrone glowered. "You know very well that isn't what I'm talking about."

Thomas did, but it was still worth the attempt. He sighed. "Listen, I had nothing to do with this. But you understand trade-offs. You wanted to join the list, well, the university board would only agree if we expanded the curriculum about you. And yes, that includes Alcorian Lore and pop culture." He lifted a brow. "Think about it this way: you get to correct all their misconceptions about you. Isn't that a wonderful opportunity?"

"I could live with that," Tyrone muttered. "But the guest speaker is going a bit far. Do you even know who she is?"

"She's an expert. She wrote a book about notable demons and their influence on pop culture."

"She's a Twin Souls fanatic."

"So is Brad, and you're okay with him, aren't you?"

Tyrone shuddered. "Not like Brad. Worse. Way, way worse."

"I'm sure it will be fine," Thomas said. "For crying out loud, it's only one hour. She'll talk about the theories in her book, she'll leave, and you never have to worry about this again." Until the next year, at least, but Thomas surely didn't need to mention that right now. "And she won't even know you're you. You're going to attend as Tyrone Evergreen, after all. Really, you don't have to be there at all."

"You'll let her fill all their heads with nonsense about me."

"But next class, we'll summon you, and you can tell everyone how wrong she is."

"Hmpf." Tyrone floated down until he was sitting on the windowsill, the sunlight a halo around his messy hair, like the world’s grumpiest angel. “This is revenge for something, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Thomas mused. He organised the essays in a neat pile. “What is there for me to get revenge for? I mean, you only caused a panic at the mall while my fiancée wanted a relaxing shopping trip, and then you disappear for weeks with no more explanation than ‘I almost died’, and oh, you also left me waiting in that restaurant for hours with nothing to do but worry about the mess you got into this time. That’s all nothing, right? It would be so petty of me to be upset about that.”

“Yeah, it would be,” Tyrone said, and gestured at the desk. The pile of essays moulded together into a blob of dough. “But I see you’re annoyed anyway, so here.”

Thomas frowned at the blob. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I know you, and you bake when you’re stressed.”

“Give me back my essays, Tyrone.”

“See, that’s the fun part, if you bake that it’ll turn into – hey!” Tyrone ducked away from the dough Thomas lobbed at his head. It collided against the wall with a splut! and slid down, turning back into essays as it reached the floor, crumpled and in disarray.

“Thanks, Tyrone,” Thomas said, with a sigh. He rubbed his face, getting red ink all over it. “But I’m not upset. Well, okay. Maybe a little annoyed, but I’m trying not to be.”

“You could try a little harder.” Tyrone kneeled down to gather the essays again, and put them in a disorganised pile on the desk. "None of those things were actually my fault, you know."

Thomas raised a brow. "They weren't?"

"I can't help getting summoned. And disappearing for weeks, well, I had to make sure that transdimensional portal was properly removed. Do you know how difficult that is?"

"I don't, because you’re always so vague about it."

Tyrone made a face. "Adams got roped into a ghost hunting show, someone got possessed, I closed the portal and ate the demon. The end. Oh, and some other people died, but I couldn't help that."

Thomas felt a headache coming up. With how much Tyrone avoided giving more details he just knew there was a lot more to this story, but it was no use trying to pry that out of him. Demons could be very secretive if they were in the mood, and Alcor was no exception. "Possessed?"

"Yep. Not Adams though, this time at least. And that reminds me, the mall thing may have technically been my fault? But it was actually a good thing I got the whole place riled up, because there was another demon walking around there as well, piloting a flesh puppet. And they got caught, so I sort of saved the day? Again."

"What?" Thomas frowned. "The news only mentioned enchanted clothing on the loose. Nothing about demons."

"Huh. They must have kept it on the down low then. But I'm not making this up."

"Piloting a flesh puppet - you mean someone was possessed there as well?" The thought made his skin crawl.

Tyrone shrugged. "It happens. Not so often, usually."

"We know very little about the mechanics of possession," Thomas said, and an idea - a horrible idea - needled his mind. "Only that some demons use it to hide in our world, and that they are very difficult to force out once they get inside..."

"Oh, I don't know," Tyrone said, staring through the window. "Sometimes tickles do the trick."

Thomas ignored that nonsense and tapped his fingers on the desk. "How often does it happen? I'd need to get statistics on that..."

"Thomas? I don't like that pensive look on your face."

Thomas waved him away. "I just need to think. Thanks Tyrone. Now, I really need to get some work done. Would you mind organising these again? All the pages are out of order."

Tyrone glanced at the mess of essays and grinned. "Sorry, dude, I need to check up on something. See you later!"

He poofed away. But that was okay, he'd be back.

Thomas could use a moment of peace and quiet. He had a project proposal to put together.

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Hicks was less than enthused. He stared down at his computer screen, and then back again at Thomas, who tried not to fidget.

The long silence while Hicks was reading through the project draft was getting to him. He was almost relieved when Hicks finally spoke, even if the words weren’t at all what Thomas had expected.

"Did Alcor put you up to this?"

"What?” Thomas blurted out. “Not at all! I haven't even asked him yet."

“Hm.” Hicks turned back to the screen. It had been inactive for such a long time that the screensaver took over, which consisted of a bunch of fluffy guinea pigs with hats. Hicks looked at the cute pets for a moment. Then he sighed and finally met his eyes again.

"I can't sign off on this," he said. "Thomas. This is madness."

It did sound like that at first, Thomas had to admit. But it wasn’t. "Please sir. Read the whole proposal. I did think this through."

“I know I said you were going to do great things in the field of demonology, Strange, but I didn’t mean you needed to rush into the most dangerous experiment you could imagine.”

“Sir, you must see what an opportunity this is,” Thomas argued. “This is research that could have a huge impact and the only reason it has never been tried before is that there’s never been a demon trustworthy enough to do it.”

Hicks was silent for another long, long moment. “That is not the only reason. The lack of dependable research on the topic also means we have no idea what kind of long-term effects repeated possessions have.”

“I trust Tyrone to warn me.”

“I like Tyrone Evergreen as well, Thomas, but that doesn’t mean I would trust Alcor the Dreambender with this.”

“They’re one and the same.”

Hicks was shaking his head. “The Dreambender is known for his two sides, Thomas. You’re teaching a class on him soon, you should know. Even his most prolific cult agrees on this. There’s the Star that goes easy on the young and the desperate, and then there’s the Beast that destroys both friend and foe in its rage. Both are his faces, with no warning when one will flip to the other.”

“With all due respect, sir, I don’t think that’s true,” Thomas said, straightening his back. “I’m not naïve, I know he’s responsible for destroying most of California. And yes, he’s done some other questionable things, but I’d hardly call him a monster. Mischievous, yes. But not evil.”

Hicks looked like he wanted to argue this further, but Thomas cut him off, “This is an opportunity that could be completely unique, sir. If we can figure out a way that protects against possession, or a ward that manages to exorcise the demon without risking the host – it could save so many lives. When is someone going to get a chance like this again?”

Hicks pinched his nose, eyes screwed shut for a moment. “Thomas. You’re proposing he possesses you. You don’t know what you’re risking.”

“Excuse me, sir, but I know exactly what I’m risking. Besides, research is never completely safe. Not in our field.”

“Research. With a sample size of one. That's not enough for proper statistical conclusions, you know. To be honest, anything below forty is just laughable."

"Demonology isn't like ordinary science, we always have small sample sizes. For obvious reasons.” Every demon was different, after all. But Tyrone had already been pretty helpful in giving feedback on binding circles, he would help here as well. Thomas was sure of it.

“I’ll need to think about this,” Hicks said, eventually. His expression was grave. “I agree this could be a very promising research topic. And I cannot stop you if you want to pursue this on your own time, but if you’re doing this in the context of your job at the University… You know you have nothing to prove, don’t you?”

"You think I'm not going to see this through?”

"I think we should keep the threshold for abandoning this research topic as low as possible. You need to be able to quit whenever you want to." Hicks’ face twitched. “If Alcor allows.”

“I have faith in him, sir.”

“I know you do, Thomas. But whatever else he is, he is still a demon.”

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“Do you think I’m reckless?” he said, later that night in the apartment. He and Elisha had finally agreed on a wedding date and spent the evening spitballing some ideas for venues. It had been a good distraction for the thoughts still spinning through his head.

The salad dinner, while healthy, was less good at distracting him. He poked a slice of tomato around his plate.

Elisha paused halfway through her salad. “Why do you ask?”

“I might be considering a possibly dangerous research topic. I’m sure Hicks thinks I’ve lost my mind.”

“Is that why you’re dissecting your dinner?”

His answering smile was a bit sheepish. “I’m not such a fan of raw tomatoes.”

“So I noticed.” She speared a piece of chicken on her fork and smiled at him. “What’s the research about?”

“Possession,” Thomas answered, and in a rush it all came out. “I want to design a ward that prevents possession, and if possible another ward to easily separate a demon from a host body without harming the latter. Do you know how high the death rate of possession is? It’s through the roof – and mainly because exorcising a demon is so damn tricky, once it’s inside! I’m sure there has to be a way to make it easier, but it’ll require a lot of research.” He took a breath, and admitted, “More than just research. Practical tests. And this isn’t really something I can just recruit volunteers for. Maybe eventually, once I’m sure it has a chance of working. But in the beginning it’d be just me.”

“You and Tyrone,” Elisha said. She tapped her knife softly against her plate. “I won’t pretend I understand what this all means, Thomas, but it sounds ambitious.”

“It is,” he said. Let his shoulders slump. It was a stupid idea, wasn’t it? Way too dangerous, way too risky. And maybe it’d never work. This kind of groundbreaking research would take years – maybe even a lifetime. Who did he think he was, to attempt something as huge as this? “It could take years to even get a glimmer of a result.”

“Good thing you’re still young, then,” she said, with a teasing smile.

He tentatively returned it. “You think I could do this?”

“I think that if anyone can, it’s you, Thomas.”

He melted, the silence between them soft and warm. Until she laughed softly, her eyes on his plate, and he realised he’d mindlessly extracted all the tomato slices from his salad and pushed them to one side. “Let’s not have any tomatoes at our wedding dinner.”

“Maybe we should figure out who to invite before we settle on a dinner menu,” he said, ruefully.

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The demonology lab was nicely cleaned up. The large blackboard on the left wall, usually only in use during practical exams for the students, was plastered with printouts from research papers and news clippings.

Thomas lit the expensive candles and took a deep breath. Yep. He was doing this. He was one hundred percent, certifiably insane, but he was going through with this.

At least, if Tyrone agreed.

Did this occasion require the nice summoning incantation, the fancy one which the Circle members used? Or would the mainstream one be okay? He could even just drop some blood on that calling card Tyrone had given him, but that seemed so unprofessional… Ugh, he was overthinking this.

Before he could think better of it he took his phone and typed a quick message to Tyrone.

[I never asked, but do you have a favourite way of being summoned?]

The reply was nearly immediate. [Am I invited into the lab today?]

[Yes.]

He’d only barely hit ‘send’ when Tyrone popped into the lab, right next to Thomas. Only years of exposure to Tyrone kept Thomas from jumping in surprise.

“Heya Thomas!” Tyrone looked at the circle in front of them, then raised a brow at him. “At least this time you just called. The good candles, again? I’m flattered. Why are you trying to butter me up this time?”

“I’d like to propose another deal,” Thomas admitted. “A big one, that will take up a lot of both of our time. But first – how are you?”

“I’m fine. Really looking forward to that movie day next Saturday.” Tyrone rubbed his hands together. “I’m finally going to introduce you to the marvel that is the Revengers Universe.”

“Oh goody, another ancient film series from a time before arcanotech effects,” Thomas smiled back. Some of the nerves from his plans started to settle. This was Tyrone. No matter how dangerous this was, Tyrone wouldn’t really hurt him. Right?

“Eddy and Maria are coming over too, by the way” Tyrone went on. “Not sure about Brad, but if he doesn’t show by one pm I’m just going to tesser over there and kidnap him. It’s going to be like old times again!”

“Yeah,” Thomas said. He glanced at the speech he’d prepared. Hicks had looked it over and declared it ‘as good as it’s going to get, are you sure you want to do this?’ so… that was good. “Like old times.”

He didn’t know how to start. Stars, he really should have used an actual summoning incantation. At least Tyrone would be standing in the circle then, not idling on the outside. It would look more proper. More professional. Now he was just letting the expensive candles burn with nothing between them… he should probably put those out.

“So, about that deal,” Tyrone broke the suddenly awkward silence between them. “Let’s hear it. Am I going to like it?”

“Er. Not sure. Maybe?” This was Tyrone. This would be fine. He could do this.

Thomas took a deep breath. And made his offer.

"I ask for your cooperation in my research project involving the construction of protective wards against demonic possession. To this purpose, you will possess me for a duration of five minutes or until I tell you to end the experiment, whichever comes first. You will give me your honest and truthful evaluation of the effects the experimental wards have on any aspects of the possession and any related processes. You will perform this possession only when I specifically request it and during the possession you will not leave this room nor intentionally do anything that would harm my body or others present in this room.” Thomas’ hands felt clammy. “Those are the terms. What would that cost me?"

The sudden silence was deafening. Tyrone stared at him. Blinked.

"I think you've got this whole thing confused," he eventually said, his tone light. "It's supposed to be the other way around.” He made a wide gesture at the lab and the world outside. “You know, you ask for something like the wisdom of the universe and then I'm supposed to sneakily trick you into being my meat puppet."

"You're hilarious," Thomas said. "But please just answer the question. Without using the words 'meat puppet', if possible, because that sounds creepy as hell."

"I don't know if you realise exactly what you're asking."

"I think I do," Thomas said. He took a deep breath. "This is going to be unpleasant and terrifying and probably painful. But imagine if it works. If we actually discover a way to protect people against possessions. Even if it only works against low level demons - this would be invaluable for exorcists. Their job would get a lot safer. So yes. I think we need to do this."

And they'd need to do it more than once. At least once for reference - and then who knows how many times to check and finetune the wards to make them work and to make them as strong as possible.

“Gotta admit, it’s been a while since I possessed someone,” Tyrone mused, almost nostalgic.

“Right,” Thomas said, and tried to ease the tension in his chest. “You’ve obviously done that before.”

“Not really known for it, of course. It was mainly just a thing between me and… Mizar. With the occasional exception.”

Tyrone’s mood seemed to take a dive at the mention of Mizar. Thomas frowned. The few stories he got about Mizars were usually a lot more upbeat. “Are they currently reincarnated?”

“In England,” Tyrone said. “They’re seventeen.”

“Are they being a difficult teenager?” Thomas said, kindly.

Tyrone looked away. “Yeah. It’s probably just that. Anyway, about this deal you’re proposing…”

“… yes?”

“When do we start?”

“You’re suspiciously eager,” Thomas said. “Let’s first hash out what you want in return, right?”

Tyrone grinned in response.

Oh boy.

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#transcendence au #fic: not what he seems #thomas strange #alcor the dreambender #elisha mckenzie

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lizisshortforlizard · 2 years

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Dominion trailer thoughts?

How would Lizzy fit in if at all?

If you can’t tell from my entire aesthetic change, I’m very excited.

Under the cut because it really is an essay.

*cracks knuckles*

I’m excited too.

Gonna be a mess as I’m spewing thoughts here.

Okay, first of all. The latest trailer is extremely cool. Ignoring the actor who plays him, Grady is a great character and him doing his Monty Roberts thing with the parasaurolophus was a strong intro. Curious what Claire’s contribution is as she appears to have been sidelined apart from holding her breath as a dino looms above.

Hammond’s voiceover almost made me cry. God, I miss Richard so much.

Now, I’m a sucker for practical effects. But they appear to have outdone themselves with the CGI (feathered dinos?!) The visuals with the Mosasaurus, the rex at the drive-in, the trikes and the helicopter attack were insane.

Baby Blue? Blue’s baby? Teaching to hunt? Yes. Life finds a way and so on. Interested in the science behind that.

There’s definitely something going on with Maisie and Biosyn, whether Blue is involved or not, that’s hard to tell. The fan theories about Maisie being part-dino might not be so far-fetched after all. But I don’t think the dinos are the main villains…

ALAN

ELLIE

IAN

Mum, dad and weird uncle Ian! The band is back together! Seeing Alan and Ellie at the dig site gave me such feels.

I want to know who that other woman is in the helicopter, standing beside Grady etc. it would be oh so cool if it were Kelly Curtis Malcolm, but I don’t know how likely that is.

(Also Sarah Harding?)

One thing I am really missing is Lex and Tim. I wonder if Joe and Ariana have cameos, if they are being kept a secret, or if they were never signed up in the first place. But it would be cool to see the Hammond grandkids all grown up and having to deal with what their grandfather set in motion.

Finally: Dilophosaurus. I have a special place in my heart for that pesky lil demon. That display at the end of the trailer was just…yeah. It got to me. (The dilo is special to me because its where I h/c that Lizzy is actually mentioned, though not by name, in the JP novel, one of the first chapters I ever wrote for LD)

As much as I think Lizzy would still be up for helping out if she really had to (and she still loves Alan, Ellie, Ian etc. to bits) Jurassic Park is her story, not Jurassic World. She lost a lot of people the first time around and isn’t in a hurry to do it again (also I am not at all tempted to write a full-length JW fic for her!)

Maybe she is like Yoda and appears to give Owen advice using the Force before dematerializing again. Or, y’anno…drops in via Skype when he’s least expecting her.

I’ll let her enjoy her peace in India sitting drinking chai (yeah, she’s given up the coffee now) while the odd pteranodon flies overhead.

Your header image of the teeth is extremely cool. I think we’re all excited, even those of us that weren’t so much before. This movie feels like more of an homage to the original JP.

#thanks for the ask!#jurassic park #jurassic park oc #jurassic park female oc #jurassic world #jurassic world dominion

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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Shdjdjjddjjs okay but, more buff cat hcs when ?? But seriously, i know it probably counts as crack hc but i enjoyed it way to much i cant get it out of my head anymore, i havent laught so much in a while now sjdjchdj. I sure hope the buff cat saga will continue !!

You know what? I’ll give you some buff cat content now. 😤 my school work can wait. And trust me, the buff cat saga WILL continue. I just tend to work on requests first rather than my own wants haha.

I’m really happy you like buff cat! Buff cat is my life now. Constantly haunted by buff cat. Maybe one day I’ll introduce a girlfriend or friends for buff cat too 🤔

Maybe I’ll do a background about buff cat and how they met MC?? And why buff cat is so attached to MC? I don’t know. 👉👈 maybe if someone requests, otherwise I’ll just do whatever I feel like in the moment.

Anyone can also feel free to request any buff cat scenarios!! If not I’ll think of some up. THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY. I WROTE THIS LIKE 1 HOUR OR SOMETHING STRAIGHT AHA.

The boys react to buff cat teaching you

Lucifer

Lucifer had noticed your grades were improving recently, and wanted to take you out to eat for working so hard to both keep up with your class.

When he came to your room, he saw a scene that honestly shouldn’t of surprised him, but did anyways.

You were sitting at your desk, books sprawled across the entire surface area of it. On top of a book pile was buff cat, wearing a pair of glasses, and he was using a pointer to show you important parts you should remember.

He watched in awe as you two never exchanged any words, but you were scribbling down definitions and important notes, while buff cat turned the pages and reviewed your work.

He’s gotten fairly use to buff cat cooking, cleaning, intimidating others, but he has never seen buff cat act like a teacher before, it was sort of new, and he even had a teacher outfit.

He swears that he never sees you buying these outfits, or that people in the devildom actually sell muscular cat clothing.

Buff Cat is the first to break the silence, looking over at Lucifer and positioning his pointer at Lucifer’s head, and then to in front of your desk.

You were still focused on your studying, knowing that you were steadily improving. Buff Cat got out a notepad from one of your desk drawers, and wrote “Leave what you require on this note, I am instructing MC right now, and when we are done tutoring I will give this note to them.”

Lucifer ended up having to take a rain check on taking you out to eat, and learned that your cat has really advanced vocabulary.

Mammon

He was failing the majority of his classes, and ended up asking you for help. You were his best shot, and you seemed to be passing all of your classes with flying colours.

You said you were happy to help him! Except that someone else was actually helping you study. They were a very efficient teacher.

He was relieved to hear that you’d introduce your teacher to him, until he found out it was that fucking demon spawn from hell.

He screeched so hard and ran out of the room, crying like a girl. “aAAAAaaaaAAAH”

Mammon is terrified of buff cat, and now you’re telling him this cat has the intelligence of a genius? You came to the devildom like a few months ago how is this cat tutoring you and making you pass your classes with ease??

He swears your cat is trying to plot for world domination or something. Will NEVER ask you to study with him again.

Leviathan

You walked into Levi’s room trying to find buff cat. It was a Sunday, which was typically a boys night out between them, but it was getting pretty late and you need to study.

There was a test tomorrow on devildom history, and you wanted to review one more time with buff cat, as to make sure you’ll do well on it.

“Mr. Kitty, are you here?” You called out, as soon as you said that Buff Cat paused the game and ran up to you. Levi was slightly annoyed as Buff Cat was beating a hard level for him, but he is your cat above all else.

You smiled as Buff Cat greeted you, and apologised for interrupting them. You explained to Levi how you wanted to review for the test, and if it wasn’t an issue could he spare around 20 minutes?

Levi huffed and agreed and called you a normie, and was about to pick up his switch when your words finally set in.

You put down the book you were carrying and got out a pencil, and took a piece of paper out of the book. You began writing down all of the important stuff on the paper while Buff Cat watched over your shoulder.

When you were finished, he went into the book with you and showed you a couple things you’ve missed or had forgotten, and then got you to write it down three times each as to remember. He even wrote a few essay questions for you which you got.

Levi was impressed. Not only did Buff Cat seem to know the whole devildom history by heart, he knew the exact pages and lines, and even how to write.

He didn’t really care as long as Buff Cat beats the hard level for him. He just considers it to be cool.

Satan

Satan was impressed with your high grades. It must be hard for a human to suddenly learn about a whole new realm, right? So if you had Cs he would understand, but you were getting 97s and 94s.

He understood everything when he started to notice what kind of books Buff Cat had been reading in his room, recently.

You all were having a test on curses soon, and Buff Cat came by his room and began looking for books about curses, and similar ones to what you all had been learning about.

Satan ended up chuckling to himself and found it amusing. It was amazing how your cat even spent his free time coming to someone’s room, finding books for your tests, and reads them before going back to you to help you understand the content.

He likes to get coffee with Buff Cat and talk about the stuff you’re learning in classes, he never directly said it to you, but he helps Buff Cat find specific books when Buff Cat comes over.

Asmodeous

Lucifer decided to punish the house of lamentations by taking away all of their electronics after they did something stupid again. The only way to earn it back, was through getting an 80% or higher on their next test.

You and Asmo suffered because you would normally look up answer during your test, and Asmo had no social media or contact with any of his friends with benefits.

You two weren’t ashamed to beg Buff Cat for help to pass your next test. He was probably the smartest in the house. He goes to Satan’s room almost every day and purchased books when he goes out. Your cat even tutored you when you were in elementary school.

You and Asmo barely needed to convince Buff Cat, as he was ecstatic to help you again. He’d do anything to help you, and was even willing to help Asmo out as well.

Asmo thought that Buff Cat looked REALLY adorable in his teacher’s outfit. A suit, tie, glasses, and his claws were so shiny from their manicure earlier.

Buff cat even slicked his fur back to look like he gel’d his hair. He was a literal fashion icon. Asmo could do some sewing, but nothing to the degree Buff Cat did.

Buff Cat had so many outfits he made himself, and he even did them so quickly. They all turned out perfect. Oh right, this was about studying wasn’t it?

Asmo never really asked questions about why your cat could just be so smart, and more so focused on how cool your cat looked. Priorities.

Beelzebub

Beel and Buff Cat are gym buddies, so naturally they’d walk home together from the gym. Everything was fine until Buff Cat’s MC senses were tingling, and began to walk towards you, crouching down in a store trying to figure out which notebooks to buy.

Beel thought it was pretty cool Buff Cat knew where you were, like how he and Belphie were that close to each other.

Brel asked you what you were doing, and you explained that you wanted to get some new notebooks because your old one is messy and confusing. You just scribbled whatever you could down, and were having a bit of a hard time in class.

Buff Cat immediately perked up, and you two seemed to have a conversation. He meowed and you happily said “I’d love that!”

Apparently, Buff Cat had offered to tutor you. Beel wasn’t so sure how well your cat could teach, though, considering he still is a cat, and offered to help you as well, since he wouldn’t like to see you sad from overworking yourself.

He was scribbling notes alongside with you five minutes into your first session together. Buff Cat wrote such simple explanations, and even prepared notecards ahead of time, Beel forgot he was supposed to teach you.

He is pretty fine with Buff Cat teaching you both, and once again forgets that Buff Cat is a “normal”? cat and not some weird creature that knows the answer to life.

Belphegor

Is really fucking terrified of your buff cat. Like TERRIFIED. So when he sees your cat in a teacher’s outfit sitting at the dinning room table, teaching you math, he was frozen.

He came down to get a glass of milk but what is this. Do you- do you have to do it in the living room?

There is no other reaction than physical fear coursing through his body his adrenaline is at the highest and his fight or flight instincts kick in.

He’s already fought once and that caused Buff Cat to exist in constant Buff form around him, so you can bet he is running.

Probably has a group chat with Mammon and Luke. “Buff Cat Conspiracy”. They talk about how scary buff cat is.

Diavolo

Buff Cat told Diavolo he was the one who helped you study. They were having conversation (buff cat used a notebook) and the topic of your studies came up. He mentioned how he had been helping you study, and understand the terminology in the Devildom better.

He was happy to hear that you understood it, and that it wasn’t too complicated for either of you too.

He actually asks if he can watch your study sessions, to see if he needs to lighten your workload just in case you’re pushing yourself too much.

You two allow him to watch, and he’s giving soft claps and smiles as the two of you give it your best.

Is honestly very happy with how much you two get along, and how you say it’s very simple since Buff Cat explains(meows) it in a very efficient manner.

He already knew Buff Cat was smart, but haha. Maybe he should hire Buff Cat to be a teacher or support class teacher for RAD?

Barbatos

You had grown accustomed to the devildom these past few months, and with Buff Cat with you, you were allowed to freely explore it when you want.

Buff Cat also happens to have a spare key to open the castle when he wishes.

Exam/testing season was coming up, and you knew you couldn’t study at the house of lamentation.

It was very distracting, and so you decided to go to the castle. No one will be screaming there, or trying to convince you your cat is a weird entity trying to plot world domination.

Barbatos was sort of used to seeing Buff Cat come and go as he pleases, but why were you here? Before he could say anything, you told him that you were visiting to study! And that you hope he didn’t mind that Buff Cat was going to tutor you.

Alright, so you’re studying, but why at the castle? You had to explain that it was very distracting at the house of lamentations, and Mammon was trying to convince you to get rid of your cat 24/7.

Ah, he could see that. Your cat isn’t exactly normal, and Mammon does occasionally scream like a girl. I promise I love Mammon. But it’s not like he minded, so long as you two were quiet and actually studied.

He left to clean for a bit, and when he returned to the guest room he saw you wearing a headband, violently writing down and muttering definitions at an insane pace. Buff Cat was in a teacher’s outfit, and holding out flash cards.

He’s slightly taken aback, but doesn’t show it anywhere on his face. He has never seen you so serious before, and neither has he seen Buff Cat so focused on you, as well.

He’s quite proud of you two for your hard work and dedication. He doesn’t interrupt but instead pours you three cups of tea, Buff Cat thanks him, and watches over you two.

Solomon

Solomon invited you over for a study session. He may be a little shady, but he does care for you, as a fellow human.

He was ecstatic to see Buff Cat come with you, because he still wants to dissect your cat.

He was about to talk to you about letting him research you cat, but you made yourself comfortable on his bed, and Buff Cat began to put on glasses and take out a pointer.

He didn’t have anytime to talk beforehand, as you were highlighting certain areas of your book, your cat pointing to certain parts, and you patted the bed beside you for Solomon to join.

Solomon’s plans to dissect your cat are set back another day, but he takes great interest in the way he teaches. Your cat is very methodical about how to remember things, and explains(meows) it rather simply.

He swears that your cat is not a normal human cat, but why can he sense literally zero magic power from it? If only Buff Cat could teach him that.

Solomon also gets 100% on the next test by remembering everything the way Buff Cat had taught you two.

Simeon

Absolutely chaotic man, when he sees you and Buff Cat in a classroom when school was over, he approached you two, and said hello.

You greeted him, and so did Buff Cat. He asked what you were doing after school so late, and that it was dangerous for the two of you. Buff Cat not so much but could still be in danger.

You told him you were studying for the upcoming test, and that Buff Cat was helping you.

Simeon was like!!! 💖👉👈💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥺🥺 could I join?? This sounds so fun!! Buff Cat is so smart!!

He does not question the fact he’s studying with a cat, learning from a cat, or just how nice your cat can write on paper, like perfect handwriting.

He has such chaotic energy that he’s just like you, what a cute cat!

Luke

no.

just no.

he’s fine with your cat but does your cat have to be in buff form when you’re being taught?

he is happy you are getting good grades but please get him away from buff form buff cat.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me hc #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanon #buff cat

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paradife-loft · 3 years

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xue yang and jin guangyao genuinely like each other. (I'm curious about your thoughts here.)

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

Ahh, man, I hope I’m not going to be disappointing here then?? Idk, I don’t know that I have super complicated thoughts on this?

Just kidding, I apparently wrote a goddamn essay 🙃 Cut after the next paragraph for length.

So, first of all - yes, I do think they like each other! I would say “agree” though rather than “strongly agree” just because... I mean I don’t think that’s the whole of it? There are absolutely several notable ways they each piss each other off and can actively dislike each other on occasion, mostly centering around Jin Guangyao’s need for control and for respectability, and Xue Yang’s need to be an uncontrollable chaos agent. But, that aside!

Like, okay, I figure Xue Yang’s the easiest part to explain bc he’s never really all that discreet with his emotions, and as we see numerous times depending on the canon, he doesn’t exactly stay tied down in a place that he doesn’t actually like for long? And even though the material comforts of Jin patronage are nice, the presence or lack of such things clearly isn’t a dealbreaker; a steady supply of ~fun demonic cultivation victims to play with is likewise nice, but he can demonstrably get up to shenanigans of that sort of his own perfectly well.

So yeah, it seems quite reasonable for me to conclude that a part of why he’s willing to stay working with the Jin for a while is because he does enjoy Jin Guangyao’s company? Both of them are very clever and kind of... equally-matched, in a way that I don’t think Xue Yang is super used to encountering? Not just/necessarily in a power sense, but in, hmm... an ability to be reciprocally honest about a lot of things, and not be judged or rejected for it in the way they often are in the rest of the world? They have similar-ish worldviews, though Jin Guangyao ofc buys into some of the aspiration of goodness and respectability that Xue Yang thinks he’s ridiculous for - but then at the same time, I think whenever he does encounter that drive toward being genuinely good, he’s drawn to it despite himself? (In Jin Guangyao, it’s a totally hypocritical interest in being ~good, if you ask Xue Yang, but hey, at least that’s funny and fun to poke!)

Oh, and also - Jin Guangyao demonstrably likes to take care of people, and provide for them in a material sense, and I think even though luxury is not itself a huge draw to Xue Yang (certainly not for long), the reality of being cared for and given those sorts of tokens is absolutely something that Xue Yang enjoys and craves even if (especially at this point) I don’t think he’d admit it to himself. It’s very heady, meaning something to someone, even if it’s kind of fake because you’re their demonic cultivation and murder employee, y’know?

Anyway, on Jin Guangyao’s side - yeah, I think it’s definitely... relieving, to be able to not put on quite so much of the perfect servant/perfect gentleman/eternal conciliator face when he’s around Xue Yang? He spends so much time having to self-monitor, and be hyper-aware of everything going on around him, and like - it’s not as if he’s doing none of that with Xue Yang, because there’s a certain extent of it that’s just who he is and a layer of remove and control that he tends to keep to be the most comfortable, but. Even buying into gentry values in a way that Xue Yang of course doesn’t, it’s... something Jin Guangyao appreciates and values, I think, having someone to interact with who, again, isn’t going to flinch at the ugliness, the violence, the cynicism that he can’t display or admit to in any other sort of company.

(Which, actually - so, obviously Jin Guangyao can, in a literal sense, “admit” to lots of violence and the ugliness of politics around his father, because he’s the one he’s doing it for! But I think what’s more important than the literal fact of like, having a whole bunch of people tortured and killed, is the... place he’s coming from in doing it, and the valence it has as something he’s getting orders for, not just doing on his own for funzies. And that subordinate position in the context of the violence he does, and the ugliness of cultivator society, I think is kind of the key to why he appreciates Xue Yang in that specifically, in a way I don’t think he would feel as comfortable with during e.g. his stay with the Wen sect, for example. Even though Xue Yang is much more openly “lol violence fun”, they still both have an understanding of being ruthless and vicious from below, as a survival strategy, with the implied threat from their “betters” always hanging over them.)

But yeah, beyond that - I do think again, there’s the sense of being intellectually on a level, and Xue Yang being different from most of the people he hangs around with in a way that’s interesting/intriguing to him. Spontaneity and mayhem! Most of the time something Jin Guangyao does not enjoy at all, but hey, in small doses, directed at the right targets.....? I think he can appreciate a little shake-up of routine and expectation very occasionally, when it’s something that’s not threatening to his sense of control and therefore safety. And Xue Yang also has a sense of humor! That again, Jin Guangyao can actually just appreciate as a person without having to navigate the minefield of Everyone Else In The Room Needing To Be Managed! It’s nice.

(A last sub-point, also - I think Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao working together at the specific point in Jin Guangyao’s life when they did, is also fairly key to them developing this dynamic of actually liking each other? Like, if they met and had to be interacting at a point later in his life, when he’s established as Chief Cultivator and not having to work as a very fancy sort of servant for his father, I think the lack of those pressures would remove a pretty essential ingredient to Jin Guangyao finding Xue Yang something of a peer and a relief from the rest of his life, and Xue Yang finding him at all relatable and not just totally removed from his own experience and perspective. In that context, I think the reasons they’d have to dislike or grudgingly tolerate each other would play a stronger role in their interaction, and they wouldn’t end up any sort of friends.)

#veliseraptor #ask a James #opinions meme #no good things for the poor sad cultivators #Jin Guangyao #Xue Yang #rambling #headcanoning #op

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aradiiaa · 3 years

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I finally read the AOT manga in this one night, starting on chapter 115, and holy shit that was a wild fucking ride - anyway, thoughts under the cut! I wrote these down as I read through the chapters and don't really feel like writing a neat essay.

All I'm gonna say is this was a really interesting direction that the series took and I definitely did not expect everything that happened. I think I would have preferred... uh, a different ending, but oh well, it's just manga so it doesn't really matter in the end. I'm gonna get my tissue box ready for when all this gets animated, and in the meantime, I'm gonna go to sleep and see if maybe I'll finish processing what I just read by tomorrow because this was a lot

I love how much more gore there is here, the anime really censored a lot, huh

Connie and Jean agreeing to beat the shit out of Eren someday is so good, love that for them

Magath and Nile character development? Good!

Gabi coming to terms with the realization that she'd been brainwashed is so good

Falco really let all his feelings out and talked about marriage before he and Gabi even so much as went on a date, Christ

I almost thought Pieck died but I'm glad she's alive (so far)

Damn Zeke's just gonna betray Falco and Colt like that? Top 10 anime betrayals 😔

NO THEY KILLED GALLIARD

This is an unpopular opinion but Galliard's cool, everybody else has no taste, and I would have rather have lost Falco than him tbh

Gabi fucking 360 no-scoped Eren, love that for her

Eren and Zeke both pulled an Uno reverse card on each other at the same time??? Guess that confirmed my theory that Eren didn't actually mean what he said to Mikasa and Armin

OG Ymir's backstory is... really something

All my homies hate OG Fritz (if that's his name idk)

Sasha thought the car was a horse/cow???? And they're eating ice cream for the first time and then got drunk omg babies

God damn Eren woke up and said fuck the whole world

Gabi went off and SHADIS IS BACK

Saul Goodman is a titan now?

ANNIE IS BACK!!! I'm excited to see her again

Armin calling Eren a "lost cause" made me laugh 💀

Good, Gabi and Kaia seem to be getting along, I like that

NOOO FLOCH KILLED NICOLO WTF I LOVED HIM

Connie's face when he tried to convince Falco to brush his titan mom's teeth.. I'm sorry but that's hilarious

Ah I had a feeling titan breath smelled horrible but I didn't expect someone to actually point that out to Pieck dgldfjlghdjflgh

Lmao OG squad having a campfire with the Marleyan squad was awkward and funny

WHY DOES EREN'S NEW TITAN LOOK SO UGLY, IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON

Whelp, Floch's dead

NOOO MY WIFE HANGE IS DEAD

Pieck is going off on all these random titans, love that for her

The dead titan shifters are back I think??? Damn I miss Bertholdt and Galliard and I think there was somebody else but I don't remember who it was

Damn I never expected an Eren vs Armin face-off to happen like this in titan form wtf

I don't really understand how all these civilians suddenly turned into titans?? I don't think Zeke screamed???? What

Oh ew Mikasa kissed Eren

I KNEW IT! EREN ONLY TALKED SHIT TO MIKASA AND ARMIN TO MAKE THEM LOOK LIKE THE GOOD GUYS! I CALLED IT!

OG Ymir "loved" Fritz??? Well, good thing it's just fiction, I guess..

Ok so everybody's back to human... Sasha appeared for a bit 😔

Damn so that's it??? Well that happened

#post #aot #aot manga

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shadow--writer · 3 years

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I Love your Demons, Like Devils can

Somethin soft I wrote while ignoring an essay (something something title)

Maeve x Lucas. When all I see is you 2.6k

CW: talk of past, slight nudity, overthinking

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“Why do you love me?”

It was a lazy afternoon, warm and breezy. She closed up early, inviting Lucas over to stay the night. The sun was still high in the sky, the breeze cooling her room down. She was reading a book in a language he didn’t understand, one about star charting back home. It made her feel homesick.

He was running his hands through her hair as she laid on his chest, reading and enjoying his company.

Until this, that is.

“Why do I what?” She traced the scars on his arms, sighing. “Love, did I not give you plenty of reasons before?”

“I just…”

“Oh don’t go doing that again,” she huffed, discarding her book. She flipped over, tangling her legs in his, and pressing her chest to his. “I love you for many reasons. Your sulky puppy eyes are one of them.” She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know why I’m feeling like this,” he murmured, kissing her again.

“One of those days?”

He shrugged, half heartedly. “People stare, how do you...tolerate it?”

“Tolerate staring? I get it all the time.”

“When...you’re with me.”

She smiled. “I don’t tolerate it, I embrace it. I think I’m very lucky, managing to love you the way I do. And to be lucky to have you love me back? Sometimes I think I’m the one who should be asking you all of this, I’m nothing special.”

He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her cheek. “I think you’re special.”

“I think the same of you.”

“...why?”

She kissed the tip of his nose, pushing herself up. “I’ll show you.” She got to her feet and tugged him off her bed and out of her room. He shuffled after her, watching her as she led him to her makeshift dining room. Humming, she threw open her blinds and dug around for the body paint she was experimenting with.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly as she set the jar down. She knelt beside it, motioning him to sit down on the floor with her. He followed suit, letting her crawl closer.

“Shirt.”

“What?”

She tugged on his arm, making him move closer. Letting go of his hand she shifted between his legs to hold the hem of his shirt.

She peered up at him through her lashes, brows set and her mouth pulled downwards in a stubborn look. “Shirt.”

“Maeve-”

“Love, trust me.”

His cheeks reddened and he nodded slowly. She kissed his cheek. “Relax.”

“I’m relaxed.”

“Your voice is cracking.” She helped him tug his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as she kissed the tip of his nose.

He wouldn’t meet her eye as she brushed his scars with a light touch.

“Your hands are cold,” he murmured.

She kissed his neck, biting softly. She felt his breath hitch.

“Do you trust me?”

There was a pause, a small sigh. “Y-Yes.”

She opened the jar of paint, staring at the familiar dark blue.

“What are you…”

She dunked her hands inside, coating her palms in the paint. It ran down her arms as she stared at him, lips twisting.

“First we’ll start on your shoulders. Move down your chest…” she swirled two fingers against his scars, pressing her palm against his neck, staring at the handprint she left.

She kissed the side of his jaw once, cupping his face in her hands and smudging paint along his skin and down his neck.

She dipped her fingers back into the paint, dragging them down his eyes and smudging the paint along his nose. She dragged her thumb down his lower lip and chin, leaving a strong line of blue.

“I love you so much I’ll share the greatest honour I can, our warpaint,” she murmured, brushing her hands down his arms. “The sign of our strongest and it’s our most treasured tradition.” She held up her arm. “One we get permanently inked into our skin once we come of age.”

She dipped her hands into the paint again, swirling it around his collar and pecs.

He stared at her, lips parted slightly and pupils blown wide. Swallowing all that blue.

She tilted his head up, smiling a little.

“Mo anam cara.”

He moved closer, the blue striking against his skin. His hair was soft against her forehead as he rested against her. She let her eyes flutter shut.

“And what does that mean?”

“Something you’ll just have to find out for yourself,” she murmured.

He chuckled softly, kissing her. “Okay, Trouble.”

She giggled, opening her eyes. She kissed his eyelids, making them fly open.

She took his hand, smearing paint along her lips and kissed his palm. “A kiss for good luck,” she murmured, kissing his fingertips and watching them turn blue with her touch. Her mom showed her this tradition, one only in their family. A reminder of what you have home when you left to fight.

“All dressed up in blue,” she hummed. “Strong and beautiful.” She smiled, lacing their fingers. “Look at you, one of us. Well…almost.”

“Al…most?”

She got to her feet, running her fingers along his shoulder and neck. He stiffened as she paused behind him.

She combed her hands through his hair, pulling it back and tying some of it up in a bun, letting the rest curl around his neck. Then slowly, she started to braid the pieces behind his ears.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered.

“Scars and pasts don’t make us who we are,” she replied. His hair was hard to keep down in a braid, but she didn’t mind. It made it all uniquely him. “Bloodied hands and closed hearts are but a concept.”

She finished one side and moved on to the other.

“You have kind hands, you’ve only touched me with care and love.” She kissed the shell of his ear, nibbling softly. “Mhmmm. You’re kind, lovely and I love you.”

He let out a small squeak.

“You make me happy, my love. That’s more than I could have asked for.”

“You deserve to be happy.”

“So do you.”

He went silent.

She brushed the scar around his neck, bending down to kiss it. “I love you, Giant. Mo ghaiscíoch.”

“You’re really good at this.”

“At what?”

He tilted his head back, resting it against her stomach. “Making everything…seem okay. Even if it’s for a moment.”

“I can’t promise it’ll all go away, but I can promise I can help you. Besides, you look good in blue.”

He chuckled. “I wish I could make you feel the same. I’m kind of…”

“Say useless and I will pull your hair.”

His eyes snapped open. “What.”

She tugged on his hair lightly.

“You’re not useless. You’re Lucas. Hmm,” she paused. That wasn’t right. “Batsaikhan.”

Ah she liked him blushing, it was cute. It brought light to his freckles and the paint down his eyes and lips.

“I don’t need any usefulness from you, silly gander.”

He laughed. “Little goose.”

“Honk honk.”

“Is it my turn to offer up wisdom and paint on you?”

She giggled. “Sorry love, I’m already covered in war paint.”

He reached up to cup her face. “Ah, that’s right. How could I forget?”

She smiled, rubbing her nose against his.

“It’s the least I could do, paint symbols of my people.”

“It’s part of you,” he whispered.

“And now I’m passing it to you as well.”

“Why?”

She shifted closer, nipping at his lower lip. “Because I love you, and I wanted to. That’s enough.”

“I love you,” he murmured. “I don’t know if I’ll get used to you saying that.”

She let her voice roll into a low purr. “Well you better, because I’m not gonna stop.”

He held her hand, fingertips stained with blue. She sat in his lap, snuggling into him. He dipped his other hand into the paint, caressing her cheek and smearing blue along her skin.

“Now we match,” he said with a small smile. She leaned into his touch, kissing his fingertips again.

The dark colour stood out against his skin, making his eyes seem even more electric. She held his hand in hers, moving closer to him. His breathing hitched as she rested her palms on his chest, pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“I think you’re beautiful in blue,” she murmured.

He tilted her chin with his hand, leaving smudges of paint down her chin and throat. He hummed at the taste of the paint, trailing his hands down her sides to rest on her hips.

“I’ll wear it more often then,” he said with a small smile, resting his forehead against hers as he squeezed her hips.

She shifted, huffing a little. He laughed. “You’ll get paint on my clothes. I at least made you strip first.”

He kissed her again, tasting sweet. “I don’t think you mind.”

“If it stains I’ll mind,” she said, flicking the tip of his nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with the little curls at the nape of his neck. She kissed the tip of his nose, shifting off his lap. She smudged the paint off the center of his chest, slowly looping her strokes. It was messy, uneven, but it made her smile as she finished a serch bythol.

He only watched her paint, massaging the skin of her hips as she pressed a kiss above the symbol, in the hollow of his collar. She smiled, pushing back on his shoulders to look at her handiwork.

“There. Perfect,” she said with a hum, pressing her fingertips to the hollow of his throat. “Serch bythol. A messy one, but one all the same!”

“What’s a serch bythol?” he asked, taking her hand and kissing her palms. She chewed on her lower lip, ignoring the flush building under the paint.

“A...knot we’d paint and make back home. Well, obviously we’d make them back home.” She laughed nervously, her heart a steady thrum in her chest. “It’s...made from two knots to symbolize unity.”

He kissed her forehead. “You’re blushing, what are you hiding?”

She groaned, burying her face in his neck. “It’s sappy.”

He snorted, burying his hands in her hair. She knew he was getting paint in it, making it all stick together…she didn’t mind.

“Sappy? Now you have to tell me.”

She whined, making him laugh, untangling the ends of her hair. “I don’t make the rules, love.” She squeaked, digging her nails into his back. He smiled, she knew he was smiling based on how he hummed. “Love?”

“L-Lucas,” she whined.

He hummed, kissing the top of her hair. “Okay, love.”

“Stop,” she groaned.

“Ah so you can do it but I can’t?”

She huffed, wrapping her legs around his hips. “It’s unfair. You sound too sweet saying it.”

He chuckled, shifting to get a look at her face. She blushed at the knot on his chest, chewing her lower lip as anxiety ravaged her body. It was a dumb old tradition. He wouldn’t want it anyway or to know more about it. It was something dumb she did spur of the moment-

He kissed her sweetly, smiling. “You’re beautiful when you blush, but if you don’t want to tell me what it means, that’s okay.”

She sucked in a breath softly, resting her forehead against his, his bangs tickling her cheeks. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

He blinked, brows furrowing. “Laugh?”

“It’s...kind of dumb. I don’t...know why I did it! It’s so stupid.”

He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not dumb, it’s not stupid. I won’t laugh, love.” She pinkened at the nickname. She was starting to like hearing it from him, it sent sparks of heat down to her toes, making her feel like everything was okay.

“It means unity between two people,” she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “It’s a fancy way to say it was made for people to express their love, romantic or otherwise. Sometimes we’ll paint it on our shields when we go into battle, the unity of mind, body and soul with your loved ones and your fellows following in battle.”

She chewed on her lower lip, feeling sheepish. It sounded so sappy she was going to turn into her dad.

He only smiled, eyes growing misty.

“D-Don’t cry!” she sputtered, pushing back. “Please don’t cry, I'll take it off, I promise! I was dumb I’ll-”

He kissed her roughly, making her stutter off with a tiny squeak.

“You better not,” he sniffed in between kisses. “I, for one, love it.” He nipped at her lower lip, making her squirm. There was a threat behind the nip.

“I’ll…” he kissed the corner of her mouth, his breath hot against her face. She flushed, burying her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Make the knot for you then,” she breathed, feeling dizzy with each kiss.

“Can you show me how?” he whispered, leaving blue smudges as he ran his thumbs under her eyes. It wasn’t overwhelming, the smell and taste of him. In fact, the more she sat there, straddling his hips, covered in blue paint (which she hoped wouldn’t stain) the more she fell in love with him. Him and those electric eyes of his, large and loving.

“I’d…” she swallowed, smiling. “I’d love to.” Her dad would be thrilled with him, she knew he’d go on and on about their knots if Lucas asked.

He kissed both of her cheeks, making her giggle with the rough touch.

“I love you,” he murmured, nipping at her ear.

She squeaked, biting her lower lip. Her face was hot, making him smile. “I...love you too,” she muttered, moving to hold his hands. “Now stop touching my dress, you're going to stain it.”

He pouted, brows softening. “But-”

She silenced him with another kiss. “You’re going to ruin the paint,” she whispered, shifting away. She knew full well the paint was already ruined.

He held her hand as she stood, kissing her knuckles. His smile was slightly wicked, his eyes shining as he pulled her back down.

She yelped, limbs flailing as he held her close.

“I want to touch you though,” he murmured, leaving small open mouthed kisses along her exposed collar.

“But I don’t want your handprint stained on my ass,” she muttered, pushing his face away. “If Amani, no not only her, do you know how long we’d have to go before living it down? A lifetime.”

He nuzzled her hands, smirking. “Well maybe I want to leave a stain of my hand on your ass.”

“You cheeky bastard,” she huffed, squishing his cheeks again. “...cute cheeky bastard.”

“You love me,” he said with a lopsided smile. “A lot.”

She sniffed. “You can’t prove anything.”

“But I can, a serch bythol was it?”

“I regret telling you that.”

He moved one hand off her hip, dipping it in the long forgotten warpaint. Her nose wrinkled as he painted on her cheek. “There’s a symbol for love from me,” he said, nibbling on her lower lip. “Now we match.”

“....is it a heart?”

“...maybe.”

She snorted, batting his hands away. “No more touching. You’re banned.”

He whined, it sounded so doglike it was eerie. “But Maeve-”

She pressed a finger to his mouth. “No. Nope. No more. You’ll stain my fabric, and I’ll be sad if you ruin all of my hard work.”

He sulked, making her giggle. Her expression softened when she looked at him. Her swirls and dots were smudged by touches, fingerprints dragged across his skin, he was a mess and she was sure she was too.

But she had never felt more in love with someone than she was with him.

She bunched up her skirt, shifting over his hips again to kiss him.

“I love you,” she murmured, tracing the lines of his face with a light touch as she kissed between his brows. “I love you.”

He buried his hands in her hair as he kissed her again, feathery soft. She giggled. “I love you too, Thumbelina.”

#the arcana #the arcana game #maeve #lucas #maevas #my writing #maeve x lucas #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dweebs #dorks in love #somethin soft for my evening #once maeve started saying I love you she aint gonna stop #I better not overthink this #.......#im overthinking it F- FUDGE IT #dang u tunglr

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