#someone came over to my house to hang out and then they discovered today they have bedbugs so now idk if I have them

[kikker-oma]

#DAY 31!!!!!!!!! #this was SO MUCH fun #but man am I glad to be done haha #sorry I was late #I’m sick and potentially have a bed bug problem #and my paranoia is through the roof now 😵‍💫 #someone came over to my house to hang out and then they discovered today they have bedbugs so now idk if I have them #I don’t mess around with bed bugs #I’ve had them before when I lived with my parents and I felt as empty as Hyrule here #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu hyrule #whumptober 2023 #whumptober

[bakugoushotwife]

Poke

Piercer!Dabi x Fem!Reader AU

req: @allofthisistemporaryy

Summary: you've been searching for the perfect place to get you nipples pierced, but nothing is like the reviews said...

warnings: MINORS DNI, explicit smut, rough sex, choking, sadist!dabi, spanking, spitting, mentions of needles and descriptions of piercing practices.

You take a deep breath in and sigh it all out, standing outside the dingiest building you could possibly picture. It looked like it smelled. Could you really go through with this? You look back down at your phone just to make sure you were in the right place. Yup, address matches. You click over to the reviews tab, something you had already studied on your mission to find the perfect piercer. You peered at the words on the screen to see if anything had changed on your way over here. 

“I always ask for Toga! She’s the best!” One review read, rating the piercer a 5 out of 5. 

“The owner is a little intimidating, but Toga is always great and painless!” 

“Toga’s amazing every time! I won’t let anyone else near my body!” 

Another shaky sigh leaves your mouth, feeling somewhat reassured, you turn your phone off and march yourself up to the shoddy door of the establishment. The building was almost entirely brick, except for a wooden porch out front. It was very obviously an old house, probably too run down and dangerous to function as an actual home. It didn’t look very big, the door on the front hanging on the hinges with nothing more than hopes and dreams. There was a neon sign that only half worked hanging in the window, the wire from the ‘Tattoo and Piercing’ sign weaving through the blinds. You take another deep breath, and throw the door open with more force than you intended. A little bell jingles as you step in, gray and stained carpet muffling your footsteps as you drag your way to the service desk. The desk was tall and wooden, overtly so. You leaned up to see if there was anyone behind, as there were no other customers in the shop. 

You can hear the faint buzz of the tattoo gun running in one room, but that’s it. The room does have a smell, you discovered. It’s a mix of tobacco and weed, maybe even alcohol. You can’t tell if it’s the drinking kind or the sterilizing kind, but with the other scents factored in it was probably the former. There was a ‘ring for service bell’ sitting on the desk, and you wondered if you should use it. 

Just as you convince yourself to press it, you hear the buzzing stop and the sound of clothes shuffling and footsteps approaching the other side of the tall desk. A man peers out at you, smirking. 

“I thought I heard someone come in. What can I do for ya sweet cheeks?” He asks, taking you by surprise. You didn’t want to stare too long, but you determined almost immediately that this must be the intimidating owner that some of the reviews mentioned. 

He was tall, much taller than the huge desk that served at the barrier between you. He was lanky, what you could see of his arms covered in brands and tattoos, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He leaned against the doorway of the room he just came from, folding the arms you were staring at over his chest. The fabric of his white t-shirt was worn enough to where you could see the outlines of more tattoos and even the metal of nipple rings peeking through. His jacket was blue, like his eyes, but the most striking thing about him was his white hair. You were nervous, you knew it was going to be hard to walk into any piercing shop and ask to get your nipples pierced, but you had done all the research to ensure you landed with a female piercer. 

“I dunno sign language, lil lady. Hello?” He asked, a pierced eyebrow raised in your direction. He chuckled after, revealing white–and sharp– perfect teeth. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say quickly, trying to come up with a good excuse for you to be so dumbstruck. “I was just expecting a woman, all the reviews..” You trail off, unsure of how to say what you were in for today. 

The man chuckled again, the sound reverberating through him. It made you smile awkwardly, debating if he was laughing at you or not. “I see! You’re wanting a piercin’ huh? Toga’s off today, but she’s my apprentice. I’m the owner, Dabi.” 

You nod once, contemplating your next move. “Oh, well..I suppose I’ll come back another day then…” You hum pleasantly, giving him a kind smile to make up for your lack of conversation and business. 

“Ah sweetheart,” Dabi pouted, unfolding his arms to lean forward across the desk, “I never get to do the fun pokes anymore, stuck doin’ tattoos all damn day. I don’t bite, hun…what’re you wantin’ done?” He asked curiously, a glimmer of something you can’t place flashes across his eyes. 

Dabi licks his lips as he waits on your reply, looking over your figure smoothly. You were a fine little thing, he decided a few minutes ago, and he didn’t want to let you slip out of his grasp without knowing he’d see you again. 

You hug yourself, biting the inside of your lip. His presence was indeed intimidating, you can verify, but there was something else making you nervous. He was gorgeous, the type of sexy everyone models their bad boy fantasies after. You knew you’d probably have a few of those later…

The idea of him near your chest gave you goosebumps, and before you could really argue with yourself, you blurted, “I want my nipples pierced.” 

This time Dabi doesn’t try to conceal the hungry look in his eye. That was it, the look you couldn’t quite place. “‘S that so, doll?” He asks, tapping a black painted finger on his cheek with a devious grin. “I’m great with nipples, you can ask around.” He winks, you feel your cheeks heat up and your pussy throb involuntarily. You nearly gulp. He pushes open the traffic door to beckon you back behind the desk, to follow him to his piercing room where he could have his way with you in private. 

Your mind blanks, a flush creeping over you. Why save the fantasies for later? Your body moves forward, and for once you were glad it was acting on its own accord. He lets the door swing behind you, leading you just around the corner to his workspace. 

Dabi smirks as he watches you take a seat in his chair. He closes the door behind you, popping the lock subtly. He wouldn’t want anyone to intrude on his private session, now would he?

He can tell you’re nervous, even though this is by no means your first piercing. He notices a few on your ears and the obvious nostril. He grins to himself, it’s just because of him. “Relax, lil thing. It’ll just hurt worse if you tense up.” He warns, his predatory gaze seemingly devouring your innocent one. 

He pulls a rolling stool between his legs, sliding to the edge of his tattoo chair effortlessly. He sat between your dangling legs, a permanent smirk etched into his features. “So princess, wanna take your shirt off for me?” He coos, resting his hands on either thigh. His fingers were long and slender, and even the touch to your leg set you on fire internally.. You could barely stand to think about how they would feel on your skin, or inside of you. How were you gonna make it through this? 

You nod, reaching for the hem of your t-shirt. Sitting up slightly, you pull it off in a swift motion, letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes focus on his, the intensity of his turquoise glare sending a chill down your spine. You feel the prickly air blow across your nipples, perking them up beautifully. His eyes fixated on them, making you shift your legs to relieve some of the pressure. You wanted him badly.

The good news is, he wants you just as bad. “No bra, I like your style…”He purred, not even bothering to hide the way he stares at your chest, thanking whatever deity blessed him with the opportunity to put his hands on them. “Stand up, I need to mark where the needle will go…” He said, scooting out slightly so you could get to your feet. He didn’t give you much room, still sitting on his stool. You practically had your breasts in his face, and you can feel the tips of your ears burn. 

“Perfect.” He sighs, and you bite your lip. “You’re in good hands baby. You trust me?” He asked, that lusty glint in his eye returning as he reached out for his piercer pen. 

You nod. You don’t know exactly what he’s referring to, but you knew no matter what he asked you to do, you’d do it with little to no protest. Your dignity was fleeting, any rational thoughts being snuffed out by the heat in your core and the building slick in your panties. 

“Say it. Out loud.” He requested simply, laying out the pre-packaged jewelry and needles on a tray next to him. 

“I trust you, Dabi.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. You catch your lip between your teeth as you admire him again. His side profile was so pretty, every feature pointed and sharp. 

“Good girl. I’m going to touch you now, to mark these pretty things up.” He says, turning back to face you. 

“Please.” You say, mentally chiding yourself. Jeez, why wouldn’t you say ‘go ahead’ or ‘okay’, now you sound desperate.

But Dabi enjoyed the way the word sounded on your tongue, and he knew he would drive you to the point of saying it over and over again. His fingers are icy when they land on the supple tissue of your left breast. He holds it just because he knows he can, letting your breasts hang as they would naturally so your piercing comes out perfect. He is still a professional, after all. He marks either side of your nipple before moving to the next side and repeating the action. 

He watched your areolas constrict even more, making him smile. He’s seen quite a few pairs of titties, but none made his pants feel as tight as they do now. “I’m sure you’ve done your research, pretty girl? Y’know no one can go near these jugs for at least six months, probably closer to a year.” He peers up at you from his stool, and his question makes you blush again, or maybe just the eye contact. 

“Y-yeah, not gonna be a problem. No one’s been near them for the past 6 months to a year already.” You chuckle to yourself, wishing you could keep your mouth shut once more. Why did you say that, just so he’d know you’re available?

“Noted.” Dabi simply replied, almost validating your compulsive need to overshare. It seemed as if he were genuinely wondering. “Sit at the edge of the chair for me, sweet thing.” He nodded towards the seat, putting on his gloves as you obeyed. 

Suddenly, your nerves were focused on the pain you were about to endure, mind racing and body tingling with adrenaline. He picks up a needle and slides his stool back between your legs, using his other hand to drag his tray closer to him. “Aw, don’t be scared, dollface. I’ll take good care of you. You can squeeze my leg when it hurts, deal?” He offered, his stare much softer at the moment. 

“Mhm.” You nod, trying to shove away all your worries. You had been through much worse, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of this sexy body shop owner. You place your hand on his thigh, his body bent over to have a good angle on your chest. 

“Take a deep breath.” He waits for you to follow his instruction before moving on, “Ready and–” He jabs the needle through your delicate skin, humming pleasantly at your reaction. You squeeze down on his leg with most of your strength, wincing barely.“Good girl,” He praises, dragging out the ‘o’ sound to show how impressed he was. “Here goes number two.” He warned, quickly lining up for the other side. 

“I know it’s brutal but you’ll thank me later. Deep breath.” He cues, waiting for your sharp intake of breath before pushing through your other nipple. “There you go, that’s it.” He cooed, patting the hand you left resting on his leg. He slides backward on his stool to get a better look. “Oh yeah babe, those look perfect on you.” He smirks, guiding you to stand. 

You cling to his hands shakily, the adrenaline still coursing through your body. He leads you to the mirror on the wall, letting you see your newly decorated chest. You beam, pleased with the results. The pain really wasn’t so bad when you’re daydreaming about the piercer. His hands rest on your hips, his touch so light you almost didn’t feel it until you saw his grip in the mirror. Your eyes flicker back up to his gaze staring at you through the reflection. He’s smirking, like he always is, watching your expression eagerly. His presence suddenly hits you again all at once. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, just inches away from yours. His breath is icy, fanning over your face and tickling your neck. 

Before you can think better of it, you press your ass back against him. Your eyes widen once you realize what you’ve done, but  his arm slides around your waist to hold you there before you can panic. “Hm, good to know it wasn’t just me.” He cooed into your ear, pressing his bulge against your backside. His other hand slides up your body, careful of your fresh piercings, until his fingers are grasping your jaw, the arm around your waist retreating slightly, his hand resting above your clothed crotch. “Did you want something, sweetheart?” He asks, his eyes dancing like the flickers of blue flames. 

You open your mouth to speak, but close it quickly once you realize you don’t know what to say. His fingers dig into your cheeks a little more, demanding a response. “Y-yes, I..I want to feel you..please!” You manage, cheeks growing hotter by the second. He rewards you by unbuttoning your pants, the zipper soon to follow. He lets go of your face in favor of yanking your pants down your legs, prompting you to step out of them and kick them aside. You hear him click his tongue. 

“No panties either? Are you sure you weren’t planning on this the whole time darlin’?” He chuckles, grabbing your hips again to turn you to face him. He admires your fully exposed body, drinking in the curves of your frame and the fullness of your ass. He might be devastated that he can't play with your tits, but he can destroy everything else. He didn’t miss the contemptuous glare you threw his way, making him chuckle deeply again. “Oh I’m sorry angel, this is a little unfair, huh?” He asked, pulling his jacket off, paper thin t-shirt soon to follow. 

You grin softly, reaching your hands out tentatively. He grasps your wrists and plants them firmly on his chest. “Don’t be afraid, pretty baby. You can’t hurt me.” He teased, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he slid his own sweatpants off, discarded elsewhere. His hands land in the dip of your waist, his touch is gentle for just a moment, until he’s using this grip on you to push you backwards until you’re sitting on the tattoo chair again, legs kept open by his figure standing between them. Dabi kneels to the floor, breathing directly over your throbbing heat. You moan involuntarily, just from the sight of the man looking up at you with the carnivorous look in his eyes.

He hums at this, the sounds he can get from you without even trying to stroke his ego and grow his cock in his boxers.He hooks his arms around your legs, pulling your pussy to his face without another passing second, causing you to gasp out in surprise, He lets his long tongue lap at your center, just tasting how worked up you already were. He drags your own fluids languidly up and down the entirety of you, his lips trapping your clit. When his tongue flicks at it, you gasp again, the cold metal unnoticed previously. You shouldn’t be surprised,  most everything else was pierced, which only left his…

The sound of his own satisfied grunts drag you away from picturing his length, not expecting him to enjoy himself so much. You feel one of his arms leave you, causing you to open your eyes and figure out why. You smile, your confidence building once you notice the man palming himself over his boxers, unable to resist touching himself while devouring your sweet pussy. “Taste good, honey?” You coo, a taunting lilt to your voice. 

The tone of your voice makes him fluster, determined to satisfy you so completely that there would be nothing for you to say, you wouldn’t be able to form words if you tried. He stands abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before grabbing your neck with gentle pressure. “You talking shit up here, darlin’?” He arches his brow, analyzing your shocked expression. “Now c’mon baby, you didn’t think you could get away with that, now did you?” His slender fingers tighten around your throat slightly. The pressure makes your head buzz, every nerve on your body craving his everything. 

“Open your mouth.” He says, thumbing at your bottom lip with his free hand. You obey instantly, your body arching out toward him in a need to replace his missing touch. He smirks and spits, slightly off center, watching as your tongue darts out to claim whatever he missed. “Taste good, honey?” He mocks, his hand dipping to rub quick circles around your bundle, keeping you from responding. The only thing you can do is gasp and moan breathily.  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I knew you were a little freak, acting so cute and innocent.” He coos, crashing his lips on yours. He was rough, but you craved that. His lips were soft, but that was about the end of his softness, the way his mouth moved against yours like you were the breath he needed to survive, the way his other hand clutched the back of your neck to keep you from escaping, how his occupied fingers moved fervently around your sweet spot. It was getting hard to handle, the pressure in your gut building to it’s toppling point as his slender fingers slipped into your eager hole, curling and hitting your insides with ease. You screamed, legs twitching as your first orgasm crashed over you, causing you to flush with embarrassment. He didn’t let you recover, grabbing you up and turning you to your stomach. You caught yourself quickly, turning your head to see over your shoulder, watching Dabi shed the last layer of his clothing. 

It was just as you thought, his solid and achingly long cock was studded with piercings, making you weak in the knees. He smirked, noticing your stare. “Oh baby, you have no idea… I can’t wait.” He chuckled, lining up to your entrance. He palms the swells of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can watch the way your pussy puckers around him, sucking him in eagerly. He gives it to you in one push, letting you experience his excruciating thickness, stretching your insides to accompany him. The piercings tickle your gummy spot, making your vision blur almost immediately. Dabi was so grateful for the mirror in front of you on the wall, able to drink up all your lovely expressions of pleasure. 

“That’s my girl. Look at you baby, takin’ it so good for me.” He growls, driving his body weight into his already powerful thrusts. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, your mind so utterly blank. You feel his body lay over yours, his hand grabbing your jaw like he liked to so often. “I said look at yourself.” He demanded, eyes taking in the way your tits clapped together with the force of him. You open your eyes, but admittedly the only thing you’re looking at is him, the sweat pooling on his brow, the way he gnawed on his lip, his hands gripping you so hard his knuckles are white and you know there will be bruises left to remind you of the way he looks in this moment. 

“Y-you’re.. s’pretty.” You whine, falling to your forearms as you begin to crumble again. He hums, propping his leg up on the chair to drive in at a deeper angle. 

“That’s all you, sunshine.” He coos, the sounds you make in return borderline animalistic. It gives him goosebumps, to hear how loud you can get in his honor. He knows he’s close, but he doesn’t want this to end. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, letting it come back down in a harsh slap to your ass. He smiles as the handprint he leaves behind glows bright red and you barely holler at the sensation.

Your screams go silent again, your body unable to move with him any longer. Your hips ache, his abuse of your insides causing everything to go black. You swear you see new colors as you cum once again, tightening around his shaft. 

“Oh fuck babygirl.” He groans, squelching and slapping noises filling the air. “You want my cum?” He asked, leaning his weight back over you. 

You can only nod, clutching the chair for dear life. “Please! Oh, god, Dabi please!” You choke out, wishing for nothing more than to feel his relief pool in you. 

He smirks, knowing he would love the way you beg for him. It wasn’t another thrust before he was helplessly draining himself inside you, slowing down his sinful pumps until he was still. Both of you are breathing heavily, and his eyes are still locked on your body in the mirror. He massages at your sore hips, wincing slightly at the bruises already forming. “I can get ya some ice, doll.” He offers sheepishly, dick still sheathed inside. 

You giggle and shake your head. “No, no, I’m okay..it’ll remind me of you.” You hum, a smirk of your own on your face. Dabi had his way with you, as you wanted, but you knew he would be addicted to the feeling. 

He kissed the back of your neck and leaned into your ear. “Now tell me you wish you came back another day.”

#todoroki x reader #mha x reader #my hero acedamia #my hero academia x reader #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #smut #dabi smut #dabi x female reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Imagine Miller doing a subbathon with yan chat except instead of donating bits to keep the stream going, they’re donating bits to see Y/n. Y/n is just sitting there next to Miller reading a book or something whilst they play a game and anytime the counter runs out because chat didn’t donate Miller juts kinda, throws a blanket over them or something until someone donates

A shadow appears outside your tent.

"Mind if I come in? Looks so cozy from here I might not leave.. Ow, ow, shit- not again." Setting up for the stream, Miller pokes their head through the curtains of your enclosure to attach a mic piece to a hanging frame, cerulean dreads snagging on the velcro latch in the midst of their playful banter. They mutter expletives, since as they tear their locks free. They crawl inside the tent and tap the mic overhead where you lay with a book in your lap and surrounded by a small library filled with more novels and other items needed for the duration of your stay. When Miller told you they'd be pulling out all the stops for your new corner - they meant it.

The whole idea for the space came when they discovered the very foundation for it online. They had mindlessly scrolling through various forums looking for ideas to make their room feel more of a home for you when they came across a frame for a floor bed fashioned in the design of a small house. It went in their cart that second and on their doorstep a day later. After gutting one side of their floor and setting the bed up, Miller fit it with your favorite sheets and pillows. They strung up mood lights and installed shelves into the walls for your trinkets. By the time they were done, the area was more decked out than their entire apartment. A fair act given who it was for. You warmed up to it well enough and that's all they could ever ask.

Miller grabs the remote for the lights and turns them up. "Quiet read in the dark unless you want eyesight somehow worse than mine." Their voice softens the closer they get until their lips graze your cheek. "You good to start?"

"Mmm...." You pull the blanket trapped beneath their knees over your lap. "Now I am."

Miller smiles. "Good. Remember, just turn off the cameras if you can't handle the attention. There's one there, there, and obviously here-" They point around the room, stopping on the front facing camera of your laptop. "And you have my card if you want order something to eat while we're live. I'll check on you in about an hour. Be good."

Miller nabs the pillow cushioning your elbow and lightly smacks your knee with it before backing out of the tent. They place it behind their neck as they sit down at their desk and adjust their headphones over their ears. Waking their monitors up, they find the feeds from your cameras on one and the scheduled stream on the other. Right before they tune in, Miller presses a kiss to the pads of their fingers and places it on the screen where you sat. The curtains draw back.

"Saw that!"

Miller hushes you, wiping the snicker off their face as the stream goes live. "Hey, guys. As some of you may know if you follow the community page, we have a special stream today."

They eyes the chat as you get comfortable. You yawn, laying on your side with your book in hand.

[I'll take your entire stock.]

[So glad I got paid yesterday. How are they so freaking cute?!]

[If someone gives a certain amount can they read to us too???]

[Alexa, what's my location]

"Your first mistake is thinking I'd have one of those things. Your second is not realizing we plan on moving every two years. You can watch them all you want, but it's best you remember Y/n is my partner. Cross any boundaries and I will take them away just as easily as I have shown them off to you.... but I'll still send pictures from the wedding!... Baby, you doing okay?

You hold your finger over your laptop's camera, reading the flood of messages and donations from your phone. "They absolutely hate when I do this.... but I think it works in our favor."

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #Yandere streamer #yandere oneshot #Miller my oc

[elvenisms]

friday —; s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader [3.5k]

summary: Robin orchestrates the best (and worst) Valentine's Day of your life.

cw: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, steve is an idiot (per usual), reader cries a lot (relatable), happy ending.

author's note: i got carried away with this, ngl. proof that i cannot write anything fluffy without angst. enjoy!

masterlist

It was Thursday.

Thursdays were good days. You didn’t work, giving you some well-needed rest from wearing that stupid vest, rewinding tapes, and dealing with late returns. You could throw on a movie you’d been meaning to watch for weeks, invite some friends over, and veg out. You could go see a show at The Hideout, if someone interesting was playing. Sometimes, Thursday was laundry day. But today wasn’t any Thursday.

Today was Thursday, February 13th, 1986. The day before Valentine’s Day.

“Vickie and I are going to do something, we just don’t know what.” Robin pushed her lips together, toying with a loose piece of thread on your couch. “I mean, obviously we’ll have a little date during the day, but we thought a group thing would be fun, ya’ know?”

Eddie had come over to watch Day of the Dead with you that day, and when Robin got off work, she called to see what you were up to. “Hanging out with Eds, pretending Valentine’s Day doesn’t exist.” You’d quipped, which is precisely how she ended up in your house, talking about Valentine’s Day.

“As much as I’d love to third-wheel,” Eddie stretched. “I’m going to see a show. Some new guys, but I heard they’re good.”

“Yeah, I’m…” You wracked your brain for something you had to do, trying to get out of it, just as Eddie had. “I’m, uh, working. And then… Oh, I told Max I’d help her study? Some test she has. Science, I think.”

Eddie and Robin both eyed you judgmentally. It was entirely unconvincing, and also a lie. The Max part, anyway.

“Oh, give me a break,” You grunted, their faces saying enough. “I already told you, Rob, tomorrow is just Friday as far as I’m concerned.”

“But you don’t want it to just be Friday,” She remarked. “You want it to be Valentine’s Day, but you’re lonely.”

A huff of air came through Eddie’s nose, trying not to laugh at her well-meaning bluntness. You gave him a sour look, and he quickly dropped it.

“Thank you for reminding me,” You muttered, leaning forward to pick up some empty beer bottles from the table, carrying them to the trash can in the kitchen.

You weren’t actually mad, not at Robin. You were frustrated with the fact that you cared about some stupid holiday, that you couldn’t just be like Eddie, who genuinely didn’t give a shit. Unwilling to admit it to yourself, you were also mad that every guy in Hawkins you’d gone out with was a total disaster; Matthew Campbell probably couldn’t tie a shoelace if you asked him to, and you told him that, so you didn’t suspect he’d be knocking on your door tomorrow.

You waltzed back into the living room to your unsuspecting victims, now on a tirade you’d created in your own head. “It’s not my fault that there is no one in this town for me, okay? I’ve officially given up. I’m tired of putting on makeup, going to Enzo’s, and making awful small talk, for which the reward is a lackluster trip to second base in the back of a ca—”

Robin gasped as if she’d seen a ghost. Your rant halted, staring at her, and she looked back with wide eyes, jaw agape. “How have I never put this together?”

She looked like she’d just had a stroke of genius, discovered a new element, or something. You looked at Eddie, then back to her. “Put what together? That I’m hopeless?”

“No, no no,” She leapt up off of the couch, starting to pace. “You sound just like—oh my God, this is incredible. I mean, this is actually perfect—”

“Robin!” You threw your arms out, exasperated, letting them smack against your sides.

“Steve!” She exclaimed, gripping your shoulders. “Steve, who is also lonely and has no plans for tomorrow!”

Your insides twisted. Steve.

You would’ve been lying to yourself if you said you’d never thought about him that way before. I mean, you had eyes, but your close friendship had never allowed it to last more than a minute. More than anything, the two of you poked fun at each other, constantly trying to see who could get the last word. But you were still close, close enough that you knew he’d come running if you ever really needed him, and that was… nice.

Everything about him was nice, really.

You blinked at Robin, your gears shifting at impossible speeds. She was still holding your shoulders, expectant.

“I think she’s on board.” Eddie piped up with a smirk, and you instantly held a finger out to him, still looking at the girl in front of you. “I didn’t say that.”

“You’re saying it with your eyes.” Robin was containing a giddy squeal. You could almost feel her vibrating. 

“No, no, I’m not.” You finally broke free from her grasp. Now you were pacing. “If Steve was interested in me, he would’ve said something a long time ago.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Are we talking about the same guy?”

“Yeah, dingus, with a capital ‘D’,” Robin gestured with her hands. “I saw a bird land on his head once and he asked me what I was looking at. You think he’d notice he had a shot with you?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Okay, that’s… yeah, you’re right. But I’m not just gonna call him up and ask him to be my Valentine. I’d rather puke.”

“So don’t!” Robin spun around, another lightbulb behind her eyes. “I have an idea.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

This was a terrible idea.

You were staring into your mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles on your clothes. You’d gone for not-trying-too-hard cute; a black turtleneck with a calf-length, patterned skirt, and a thick belt around your waist. You’d done your hair and your makeup, satisfied with them, but this time felt… different. You weren’t going to Enzo’s with some tip-stiffing lowlife. You were seeing Steve.

Robin had suggested a gathering at your place. She, Vickie, Nancy, and Jonathan were sitting in your living room, sipping drinks, chatting mindlessly. When she’d invited Steve, she’d said that the four of them were going to your house—assuming he’d pick up the hint, and jump at the chance to be your date. 

And he did.

The real reason you’d never allowed Steve to infiltrate your mind was because, well, that’s exactly what he’d do. You could handle losing Matthew Campbell, or Ben Taylor, or any of these meaningless Hawkins guys you never realistically saw yourself with in the first place; but Steve was close. Close to your friends, close to your heart, inching ever nearer by the minute. 

It was terrifying. But then again, he agreed to come—–and that made your stomach flutter.

Deciding you’d spent enough time making sure every last hair was in order, you took a deep breath, venturing back out to the living room. You were greeted with warm, knowing smiles. 

“You look gorgeous.” Nancy rose from her seat, coming over to give your arms a comforting rub. “Really, he’s not gonna know what hit him.”

You nodded, trying not to look as nervous as you felt. “Thanks, Nance.”

“It makes so much sense, doesn’t it? I mean, I really should play matchmaker more often. I’m changing lives here!” Robin shook Vickie’s thigh where her hand rested, excitedly. It made everyone chuckle.

Jonathan took another sip of his drink. “Now you’ve just gotta find someone for Ed—”

A knock at the door. Fuck. In an instant, every ounce of confidence you had flew straight out of the window. And your face must’ve shown it, because Nancy began soothing you again. 

“Hey, look at me.” She whispered, and you did. “You’ve never been this nervous to see him before, right? Pretend this is just another day. Just… Friday.”

You swallowed. It definitely wasn’t just Friday anymore.

Nonetheless, you shot a weak, thankful smile at her, making your way up to the door. Usually, you’d be embarrassed to let your friends see you this way—taking deep breaths, shaking your hands to relieve some anxious energy. Right now, though, you couldn’t care less, much too preoccupied with the thought of Steve’s face. Just open it. Open the door.

So, you did.

And there he was, grinning adorably, smelling of his cologne, wearing a well-fitted sweater... Holding hands with a girl.

“Hey,” He spoke happily, though his eyes searched your face for just a moment, as if you’d let the shock slip through. “This is Brenda.”

Your whole body stiffened, knowing that the rest of the group heard him, and were now searing holes through the back of your head. Your stomach flipped over on itself, even your organs mortified.

“Hi, Brenda.” You forced a smile at the girl, as if every nerve in your body wasn’t on fire. “Come on in.”

As you turned around, you studied the expressions in the room, seeking some kind of escape. Nancy and Vickie at least tried to look normal, staring at the ground or taking a sip of their drink; Jonathan’s brow was furrowed in disbelief, and Robin’s mouth was hanging open, eyes locked on you.

You quickly walked to the couch where Nancy and Jonathan sat, just standing beside it, your fight-or-flight instinct physically unwilling to let you sit. At least Steve and Brenda would have a spot now, right?

The embarrassment was already making your eyes water.

As the two of them entered the uncomfortably silent living room, you saw his eyes scan the room, similarly to how you had—like he was searching for something. And when he didn’t find it, his eyes landed back on you, any trace of his previous smile gone.

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” Brenda chirped to the group, the tension completely unnoticed by her.

You felt suffocated. Suffocated by your turtleneck, by the silence, by Brenda’s curly, blonde hair and perfectly pink lips—but mostly by Steve, who was still staring at you. You refused to look back. 

“Music!” You squawked, mind numb. “We should put on some music, it’s so quiet—” You strided toward your box of cassettes, sat beside the television, and began scrambling with them. “—I’ve got Tears for Fears, or, um, oh! ABBA, everyone likes ABBA, right? Uh…”

Without you even noticing, Nancy appeared at your side, gently grabbing the tapes from your hands. “Hey, hey. I’ll pick out some music, okay?” Her voice was quiet, forehead creased in concern.

Your movements slowed. You nodded, eyes half-welled with tears. The dam was definitely about to break.

“Okay, well,” You stood up again, arms swaying slightly, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. “You guys sit. I’m, um… I’ll be right back.”

You spun on your heel, making your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you by leaning on it. The tears began to fall immediately, streaking your face with mascara.

You felt stupid. Stupid for ever letting Robin set this up, stupid for spending so much time making yourself presentable, when Brenda looked so effortlessly beautiful. You’d convinced yourself it would be some sort of magical night, which seemed ridiculous now. Why would Steve want you? More importantly, why would you ever let him affect you this way?

Your chest heaved, trying desperately to keep quiet. The last thing you wanted was more pity.

Soon enough, you heard a soft click from the living room, the faint sounds of Kate Bush coming through the speakers. You considered your options: hide in your room until the party was over, risk someone coming to check on you, go back out there and endure stares of sympathy, or… Leave. 

A rush of adrenaline surged through you, bringing you to your feet. You went to your mirror, attempting to smear away the black marks under your eyes—it was useless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. Eddie would call it metal. So, for where you were headed, it was actually perfect.

You snatched your purse off of the dresser, the hurt morphing from sadness to anger, and marched out into the living room, making a bee-line for the front door. Everyone’s heads perked up. Your hand met the doorknob, gripping it tightly, before Steve appeared next to you.

“Hey, can you just wait a sec—where are you going?” He spoke softly, avoiding the rest of the rooms prying ears. His voice was hoarse.

You didn’t look at him. “I’m going to see a show with Eddie.”

“Can you let me explain? Please, just—”

Your head turned sharply, reddened eyes daggering through his solemn, brown ones. “I’m embarrassed, Steve. I’m…” You swallowed, fighting back any more tears. “I can’t be here right now. Can’t I just go?”

He brought a hand up, running it anxiously through his own hair. He looked dejected, and despite how much you wanted to hate him at this moment, your heart panged. It wasn’t enough to make you stay; not when Brenda was still on your couch. Not when the rest of the group felt sorry for you.

“Okay,” He finally breathed, barely audible. You started to open the door, and he softly took hold of your wrist. “Just be safe. Please.”

You looked at him, heart thrumming in your chest, eyelashes stuck together from the mixture of tears and makeup. “Have a good night. I’m… I’m sorry I ruined it.”

And with that, you were out the door, despite his attempt to say something else.

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The show was an adequate distraction.

When you’d shown up at The Hideout, scouting Eddie out in the crowd, he was shocked to see you. He was even more shocked to see the state you were in—makeup destroyed, eyes puffy, a hand clinging shakily to your purse. He immediately threw an arm around you, eyes expectant for an explanation.

“He brought a girl,” you’d shouted over the music. Eddie couldn’t have rolled his eyes any harder, squeezing your arm in frustration. “He’s even dumber than I thought then,” He yelled back. 

Steve was dumb. Purposefully dumb? You didn’t think so, and that made it all the more difficult to stay angry.

You were thankful for Eddie more than ever. He was always great at taking your mind off of things, getting you to let loose, have fun; it may have been the worst Valentine’s Day of your life, but at least he had given it some kind of silver lining. It was almost impossible not to smile around him, especially when he was acting extra goofy, insistent on lifting your spirits.

When he drove you home, the events of the night began to set in again. You dreaded your next conversation with Steve, whenever that would happen—I’m so sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about you, you could hear him saying, shoving the embarrassment deeper down your throat.

You considered never speaking to him again, just to spare yourself that feeling.

“Do you want me to come in?” Eddie laid a gentle hand on your knee, his beaten-up car parked a few feet from your door. 

“No, I’m okay.” You assured him, unconvincingly, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Think I just need to wallow tonight, y’know?”

He nodded, looking down at his lap. “I’m sorry, seriously. Kind of want to kill the kid.”

That brought a small smile to your face. “Don’t tempt me, I might just give you the go-ahead.” 

The two of you looked at each other, sharing a small chuckle. Eventually, you reached over, hugging him tight.

“Thank you for tonight. Really, I needed it.” You whispered, and he gave your back a comforting rub. “Anytime, you know that.”

You exited the car, already starting to wish you’d said yes to Eddie’s offer, and made your way to the door. Through the windows, you could see that most of the lights were off—everyone had gone home, thank God, though you were sure Robin and Nancy would be calling off the hook to talk about everything.

You jiggled the handle open, greeted by your dark living room, apart from the one lamp emanating warm light. And underneath it, Steve.

Sitting upright on the couch, head leaned back, arms crossed. Fast asleep.

You froze, a tightness in your chest. It was exactly what you didn’t want right now, to see him, have to talk to him. And for whatever reason, something in you was glad to find him there. 

You softly shut the door behind you, sat your bag on the coffee table, and took a seat beside him. The cushion dipping under your weight caused him to stir awake: his head lulled to the side, eyes fluttering open. They widened at the sight of you. 

“Hey.” His voice was gravelly from sleep, and he was quick to adjust himself to a more awake position. He cleared his throat, though it did little for his voice. “You’re home.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, toying with your skirt. “Did… did you stay?”

“I was worried about you.” He looked into your eyes, and you wanted to look away, but you didn’t. “And I needed to talk to you.”

“What about Brenda?”

“I took her home. Came back.”

“Look,” You started, finding the strength to avert your gaze. “I don’t… I don’t want anyone else feeling bad for me. It was Robin’s idea, and of course you don’t feel that way about me, it was really stupid of me to assume—”

“Stop.” He blurted, somewhat forcefully. You blinked at him. “Please, just stop. I fucked up tonight, really bad. When I got the invite, I thought you’d have someone with you. It just… I’m an idiot. If I wasn’t an idiot, I would’ve never brought Brenda.”

Your stomach flipped familiarly, like it did when you heard a knock at the door earlier. “She was  beautiful, though.”

“She isn’t you.” His hand landed on your thigh, and his eyes darted to it for a moment, as if he hadn’t meant to. You both lingered there.

When he realized you weren’t going to push it away, he continued. “If—if when you went out with Eddie… I mean, if I blew my chance, I understand.”

Blew his chance. You wondered if he could ever truly do that.

“Steve, Eddie was just cheering me up.” You couldn’t help but smile a little, putting your hand over his. “He’s not my Valentine, if that’s what you’re asking. He does kind of want you dead, though.”

“They all want me dead, trust me.” He blew air out of his lips, eyebrows raising.

“What do you mean?”

“After you left, Brenda went to the bathroom, and I got a thorough bitching out.” 

You bit your lip, trying to hide the happiness that brought you. “You kind of deserved it, though.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He affirmed. There were a few moments of stillness, your touching hands drawing both of your attention. 

“Is Brenda your Valentine?” You wondered, voice softer. 

“Didn’t ask her to be.” He looked up at you, voice matching your tone. “Are you still… looking for one?”

Your eyes were locked, melting under each other's gaze. You could almost feel his breath.  His free hand came up to cradle your face, thumbing across your stained cheek. 

“There’s really only one I wanted.”

“Same here.” He whispered.

You quickly leaned forward, disturbing the stillness of the moment, and slotted your lips with his. He tasted like beer and strawberry chapstick, and smelled like a warm summer day—one that broke through the chill you’d been feeling all evening. Butterflies erupted inside you, fluttering in your stomach, your heart, your veins.

Your hands came up to clutch at his chest, the fabric of his sweater crinkling beneath your fingers. The kiss, which had started fervent, softened; the two of you broke apart, and he stole a peck at the corner of your mouth, foreheads resting against each other.

You both took heavy breaths, caused more by emotion than physical exertion, chests rising and falling in unison.

“I gotta make it up to you.” He breathed. You shook your head ever so slightly, a grin playing across your lips. 

“Steve, you already—”

“I’ll be your Valentine every day, for as long as you let me.”

You thought it might’ve been the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to you. Your forehead creased, trying not to let your eyes water, this time for a much better reason. As close as your faces were, you knew he noticed anyway.

“Deal?” His eyes searched your own, voice small, as if he was afraid you might say no.

You couldn’t stop a happy huff from leaving your lips, a single tear fighting its way out of the corner of your eye. “Deal.”

He beamed, pressing his lips into yours, as if he’d been awaiting the opportunity to do it again.

Steve Harrington became yours on Valentine’s Day, 1986. A Friday. A day you’d almost always ignored, until you didn’t. A day you were almost certain was going to be the worst day of your life, until it wasn’t. In fact, it might’ve been the best. 

Because Steve would continue to be yours each Friday after that—and every day in between, too.

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This is random but I found out that today, November 11 in Japan is pocky and pretzel day. I don’t know your other blog but I was wondering if you could do Diasomnia with the pocky game. If you know what that is.

I hope you know, you’re making me procrastinate on formatting/scheduling all my new posts. Totally planned on doing that tonight finally, but then this came up, and I cannot help but want to do fun things only. So here we go, something cute and fluffy!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Pocky Game

Apparently, no matter what world you end up in, there will always be some delicious biscuit coated in chocolate that comes in a stick form. You discovered it one lovely day when shopping for some snacks at Sam’s, and the moment you noticed them, you grabbed several boxes. They were a delicious treat, but there was something else you wanted to do with them. You chuckled as you got home, putting the bag down and grabbing your phone, messaging a certain someone if they wanted to hang out and have snacks.

“Hey, henchman!” Grim said, crawling onto the counter and going through the bags of snacks and other miscellaneous groceries you two needed for the week, “Did you get my tuna?” he said before pulling out a box of pockys, “Oh, what's this?”

“They’re pocky, and you’re not allowed to eat them all. I bought plenty of boxes. You can have one, but the rest are mine.” You said, knowing that Grim would certainly steal more than one box. He opened it up and took a bite, humming at the taste before going to scarf the entire box down. You just sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. He went to snag another box, and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

You felt your phone buzzing and checked it, seeing you got confirmation for snacks and chill. You chuckled, grabbing two boxes and stashing them in your coat pocket as you started to get ready to head out, “Grim, I’m heading out. Please unload the groceries…your tuna is in one of the bags.” You said, gesturing to the small pile. Grim perked up, deciding to just tear through them until he got what he wanted.

“Whatever you say, henchman!” Grim said, not bothering to ask where you’re going.

“Aaaaaaand?” You trailed off, wanting him to give you a proper answer.

“I’ll do the groceries…” Grim said, and you hummed another ‘and?’ at him. “Aaaaaand thank you for the tuna,” he finally said. With that, you grabbed your house keys and began making your way over to Diasomnia.

Malleus Draconia

“Mal!” You called out, running over to him. He had been kind enough to have met you at the entrance, and you noticed a lack of guards. Malleus smiled over at you, opening his arms so you could run in and give him a hug.

“My child of man, how has your day treated you?” He asked and you chuckled, detaching yourself from him and smiling over at the imposing dragon fae.

“It’s been amazing! Found a snack that’s common in my world at Sam’s shop, and wanted to share some with you!” You asked, holding out the box, “Shall we head for your room?” You really didn’t want to be interrupted by any overbearing guards right now.

“Of course, right this way.” He said, holding out his arm for you to take. You happily grabbed it, letting him lead you over to his private room. It was always so neat and organized and smelled faintly of old parchment and ink. You sat down on his bed, opening up the box of pocky and putting one in your mouth. You held it for him, and Malleus was more than happy to grab one.

“What kind of snack have you brought today?” he asked, taking a small bite of it. He seemed satisfied with the flavor as he finished the small chocolate biscuit.

“It’s pocky, it was popular in my world…mainly in one country but it kinda carried over through media.” You explained before coughing into your hand, “There was even a game that was normally played with it.”

“What game was it?” Malleus said, and it was now your moment to be a bit embarrassed. 

“Well, someone held the end of the stick in their mouth, and then the other took the opposite end. Then you both nibble on it, until either it snaps or someone gets the last piece. Whoever has the larger snapped half, or takes the last bite, is the winner of the round.” You explained and this seemed to intrigued Malleus.

“Shall we play a round then?” He asked, and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded. You put one end in your mouth and held the other out for Malleus. The moment he got onto the other, you felt like your heart was gonna jump out of your throat. His face was so close to your own. You guys slowly began nibbling on the stick, and you realized there was no way it was breaking.

Then you felt the soft peck of Malleus’s lips on your own. It was short and you felt him take the last piece, making him the winner. He pulled back, happy to see how flustered you seemed. He licked his lips, getting the small bit of chocolate that was on it.

“It seems like I won our little game,” he said, and you decided you wanted to be a bit bold.

“Can we have a rematch?” You said, grabbing another stick and holding it in your mouth. Malleus, loving this side of you, took the other end. It ended up with another soft kiss, this time you won. As you pulled back, Malleus had a small frown on your lips. You hummed, wondering what was wrong.

“You have something on your lips…let me get that for you.” He said, leaning in closer and licking at your lip. You felt like you could melt as you followed his lips. Malleus seemed to get the message, leaning back in and giving you a proper kiss this time around. Once you pulled apart, he smiled. “Mind if we have a rematch…? We’re tied right now.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Now what did my little bat bring for a snack?” Lilia said, popping up behind you and making you scream in surprise. You spun around, seeing his smiling face, upside down, and it was oh-so-close. You backed up a bit, placing a hand over your heart as you tried calming down from your mini heart attack.

“Was it really necessary to scare me?” You whined, watching as Lilia flipped to be on his feet. His arms were crossed as he seemed to debate this for a moment, before that mischievous smirk appeared.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled and you knew it was pointless to try and get any other response. “You never did answer my question, what did you bring?” he asked, not seeing a bag but knowing you probably put them in your pocket.

“I don’t know if I want to share them anymore.” You teased, making Lilia huff as he wrapped his arms around you and began leaning his weight into your body.

“Don’t be like that!” He chuckled, watching you stumble back a bit from him. He helped make sure you didn’t fall over and you decided to just give in.

“It’s pocky! I found some at Sam’s store. They were on sale and everything.” You said, pulling out the box. Lilia’s eyes glinted as he took in the box, then over at you. “They were popular back where I was from and I wanted to try them again…with you.”

“They were probably on sale since today is national pocky day here.” Lilia said and you were curious now. You didn’t realize something like that even existed, “Did you know there’s a game tied to these sweet treats?” He said, already dragging you to his room. As soon as you entered, you felt bold enough to speak.

“I’m aware.” You said, and Lilia clapped his hands before opening the box and waving it in your face.

“Let’s play a round then, to celebrate this joyous day.” Lilia said before sticking the chocolate covered end in his mouth, and holding the other half to you. You chuckled, grabbing onto the end. You began slowly nibbling and right as you thought you would kiss him, the stick snapped. Lilia chuckled, holding out his piece which was just a hair longer than your own. “Seems I won.”

“Rematch, right now.” You said, grabbing another stick. Lilia laughed before going along, biting onto the other end. Three rounds later, and they kept ending the same way. You were certain Lilia was doing this to tease you. You groaned in defeat, and that’s when Lilia put a hand on your chin.

“You seem disappointed? Were you hoping for another outcome?” he asked and you felt your cheeks becoming hot at the statement. “If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask.” He said before leaning in and giving you the well deserved peck on your lips. “So sweet…” he murmured under his breath, not being able to help himself as he pulled you in for another kiss.

Silver

You made your way through the familiar corridors of Diasomnia until you came across Silver’s room. You knocked three times before hearing Silver call to come in. The door was unlocked and you were hit by the sweet scent of lavender as soon as you came inside. You hummed happily, loving how peaceful his room always was. You could see Silver, sitting over at his desk, doing some homework before retiring for the day.

You walked over to him, placing the snack next to him and sitting on his desk. He looked up at you with a smile before going over the snack. “Is this pocky?” Silver asked, inspecting the box quickly.

“It is! It was a popular snack in some areas of the world where I come from. I was so happy to see they sell them here as well.” You said, taking the box from him and grabbing one of them out. You held it out for Silver, who just opened his mouth and let you place the treat inside. He nibbled on it lazily before swallowing and smiled.

“I know father has mentioned it before, but I’ve never actually had any. It’s sweet, but not overwhelming.” He deduced as you popped one in your mouth as well. The taste was exactly like how you remembered.

“You know, there was also a game that went along with these, for friends and couples to play,” you mentioned. This piqued Silver’s interest as he looked at the snack then over at you. “You each take one end of the pocky and eat it together. Whoever has the biggest piece after it snaps, is the winner. If it doesn’t snap, then whoever gets the last bite wins.” You explained and Silver seemed to find the game amusing.

“Is this why you wanted to eat them together, so we could play?” he asked, letting it click in his mind.

“Exactly…if you’re down of course.” You said and Silver smiled, taking a pocky and putting it into his mouth. You leaned over and took the other end. You both nibbled away until you felt his lips on your own. You managed to get the last bite and hummed, cheering a bit, “Looks like I won…want a rematch?” You asked with a wink. Silver smiled at this before nodding.

“We can’t leave the game at just one round, now can we? We have an entire box, after all.” He said, grabbing another one. This time he held it out for you to put in your mouth first. You happily took it between your lips and bent down for him. Another round with a soft peck at the end. This time, your lips lingered together for a moment longer and you couldn’t help but crave more from the man.

“Another round?” Silver said against your lips and you hummed before taking his cheek into the palm of your hand and leaning in for a proper kiss. Silver seemed satisfied, kissing you back as one of his hands landed on your thigh. Once you parted, you looked into his eyes and just knew he wanted more.

“We can play this game all night…I brought two boxes and I know Sam is open late.” You murmured and Silver just dragged you in for another kiss. Guess you didn’t need the pocky after all.

Sebek Zigvolt

You went to grab your shoes before hearing a knock at your door. You curiously walked over and opened it, seeing none other than Sebek at your door. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing a bit heavy. You also took note of the PE uniform and figured he was on his evening jog, since Malleus didn’t need him during this hour.

“I was planning on coming over to you…but this works as well,” you said and Sebek seemed to be a bit flustered at reading the messages wrong. You took off the shoes and jacket you had thrown on before motioning him into the home.

“I apologize for the intrusion!” Sebek announced, coming inside and also taking off his shoes. He fumbled a bit before following you to your room like a lost puppy. Grim was too entranced to really take note that you two now had a visitor; he was happy to have found his premium tuna cans you got him.

“It’s no problem at all,” you said, getting to your room and opening the door for him. He walked inside, a bit stiff as normal, before looking around for a place to sit. “My bed or desk chair, all up to you.” You told him and Sebek opted for the desk chair. You sat down on your bed, grabbing the box of pocky out and tossing him one of them.

“What are these?” Sebek asked, his volume as loud as ever.

“They’re called pocky, they were a yummy snack where I used to live. Wanted to share it with you.” You explained. You opened up your own box before eating one of them, almost groaning with how delicious it was. You really did miss the smaller things. Sebek followed suit, lighting up at the sweet flavor before turning to you.

“This is a delectable treat! I’ll be sure to save some for Lord Malleus!” Sebek declared, and you just shook your head, wanting to laugh at his dedication to your other friend.

“I have plenty of boxes, I’ll send you home with a few to share with everyone.” You assured him before deciding to tell him, “There was a game that went along with these snacks as well.”

“A game? You must show me!” Sebek demanded, leaning a bit closer now with his excitement. You chuckled before quickly explaining the rules of the game. To your surprise, he didn’t seem bashful at all with the thought of it, probably not clicking with how the game ended. “We must play this game immediately!”

You loved the enthusiasm as you popped one in your mouth and motioned him to come over to the bed. Sebek didn’t miss a beat, coming over and placing his mouth on the other end. To your disappointment, it snapped within the first two bites. To no one’s surprise, you were the winner. Sebek gasped before grabbing another one, “Another round! I refuse to lose this time.” And again, the round ended in disappointment.

You two had almost gone through the entire box before you grew bored. He used all his jaw strength and wasn’t gentle at all, so of course it would snap, “Sebek…” You trailed off as he went to grab another one, “You know, I wanted to play this game as an excuse to kiss you, but if you’re going to keep breaking it, I’ll have to do this.” You said, grabbing his shirt and dragging him down for a kiss.

It seemed to click in Sebek’s mind what the game was for and he felt himself growing hot as you parted your lips. He looked on with shock before covering his mouth. “Human!” He began, and you really hoped he wasn’t mad. “If you wished for a kiss, all you had to do was ask! It could have spared us from playing this ridiculous game,” he said, going in for another kiss. You smiled happily into this one, feeling his warm and plush lips melding against your own.

“It’s only ridiculous because you kept losing.” You snickered once your lips were parted Sebek choked back an annoyed groan.

“That’s not it!” Oh, the king of denial was here.

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A small little modern au domestic and parenting vaxleth ficlet ?

Super nervous posting this but my best friend said I should and I wanted to cheer someone up so here's a little (very far off) snippet of a modern au ive been working at. its a university au so this is like in the future. im new at this so 

also thanks to my best friend for proof reading it I couldn't decide between robin or Crowe as a name and I think they fixed all the misnames.

Description: Vax and Kiki have twin babies and they’re adorable and love their parents and have discovered a quicker mode of transportation to get to them and its domestic and happy for like a page. 

it doesn't have a title bc if it did im in a joke mood and it would be “they see me rollin”

edit: I really just posted my lecture notes instead of the fic sorry yall its fixed 

“Im home.” Keyleth cheered into the house as she shut door and toed off her shoes. There was  a muffled “Mama’s home!” from the living room before there was an odd sound, almost like an office chair rolling over their wooden floors. Soon theres her little twins, each in a a round table like contraption with their little bodies in the middle, their little legs and some wheels pushing them forward,  rounding the corner were bouncing their way towards her cheering for their mama, repeating one of the few vet very valuable words they knew.

Keyleth could not help the laugh that came out of her. The sight of her children so excited to see her, and trying to figure out their legs to get to her quickly was a source of happiness and love she never imagined she’d have. It was too sweet, and too funny.  Vax trailed behind them with a laugh.

“Hi my baby birds!” She chirped crouching down to their level and ignoring the contraptions banging into her as she moved to pepper kisses over both of the twins. The babies shrieked with happiness at her kisses and finally seeing their mother after such a long day at work. “What are these things?!” She asked with extra excitement to keep their excitement. They continued to giggle and shriek, Raven reaching out towards Keyleth to be held, Robin slapped at the table in front of her. Keyleth picked up Raven out of his toy as she stood.

“Vex thought it was imperative that they have these exersaucers, and that we have one for each of them. Got a surprise delivery today and put them together before Vex came up here herself begging to see them.” Vax laughed. “She’s been begging for a video all day, but I thought mommy deserved to see first.” He would have moved to greet her proper, but his way was currently blocked by his barely one year olds and their vehicles. Instead he reached to grab her bag and hang it on the coat hanger beside her.

“They’re so cute. And funny. But when they’re out running us I’m blaming her.” Keyleth cooed and balanced Raven on her hip as he cuddled into her. She attempted to wave Robin into the house.“Come on. Come inside.” Keyleth encouraged the twin still in the toy to go back into the living room and she happily bounced along.

“Oh certainly. Minxie is slightly terrified. They are much faster than when they crawl and they take up more space.” Vax laughed.

“Oh no my poor Minnie.” Keyleth pouted looking for the feline around the room but it seemed like she had excused herself.  Robin started to fuss and reached out towards Keyleth who moved to take a seat on the couch. Robin, had learned quick and scooted her saucer closer to Keyleth allowing her to reach up and bring Robin into her lap as well. Vax dragged the second toy along behind him, ditching it in front of the couch.

“They’re even more adorable.” Vax chuckled meandering his way onto the couch beside Keyleth. “They’re gonna have legs like Grog.” He shook his head. There was a soft “mama” from one of the twins as they played with her hair.

“Yes my loves.” She replied giving either of them a kiss to the head and a tighter hug.

“They were both good today, very excited about their new toy. Im sure they’ll sleep well tonight.” Vax finally leaned in to give his wife a quick kiss to the lips. “I should probably go put dinner on. Do you have a preference?” Vax spoke softly as he stood.

“No preference. I’ll come help. Just give me a second.” Keyleth responded cocking her head towards to the toddlers clinging to her and Vax gave her a toothy smile.

“Take your time.” He replied heading to the kitchen. Raven watched as Vax exited the room and started fussing on Keyleth’s lap reaching out to they abandoned rollers. Keyleth carefully balanced both twins on her lap and reached over to grab the toy that was on the saucer and tried to hand it to Raven.

“Mr. Dino?” She offered but Raven only grunted and kept reaching out to the saucer, now trying to scoot on Keyleth’s lap. Keyleth giggled getting the idea and dragged it closer with her foot before placing him inside. Robin made a noise of interest as her twin bounced and started to scoot away before reaching out to the other toy. Keyleth placed the other twin in the other saucer and Robin scooted over to her brother before they both started scooting away.

“Where are you going?” Keyleth whispered, standing a little confused watching her toddlers scoot away down the hallway. She heard them start shrieking  and chanting “Dada!” Before she heard Vax laugh. Ah yes, the kitchen.

and thats it bye 

#vaxleth

[duskys-dreams]

After breaking my spine in gym, I went to the hospital. They gave me some large steamed kidney beans and I read Deltarune comics while I waited to be treated. I saw a random door appear, and went through.

On the other side, there was a house in the middle of snow. Inside were a bunch of people who welcomed me and Marcel inside (he was there at the hospital too apparently, but neither of our parents were.) The leader looked like my cat, Cheddar, with a top hat, but nobody acknowledged it.

Apparently, they were a magical society who was hiding from the rest of the world who wanted to know their secrets. They decided that we had potential and summoned us with the door. Marcel and I joined their society, befriending these two twins, Laarte and Scaya. Laarte was goofy and sweet, Scaya was serious and smart. We all learned magic, and learned that our power came from this tall flower with leaves. It was encased in a glass dome to be kept safe. Marcel and I learned more powerful magic, like turning invisible while shapeshifting.

I decided to follow Cheddar into his temple one day. This is where he prayed, and nobody else was ever allowed in. I listened to him. It felt like a normal Christian prayer at first (it was a made-up dream religion not Christianity) but he eventually began talking about how powerful marriage was, as discovered by Layla Jefferson. It could amplify their powers. It didn’t have to be a happy marriage, they just had to go through with the ceremony and stay near each other.

As Cheddar was leaving, he felt my presence (I was hanging on the ceiling as a cat, invisible.) He called different peoples names to see if I would twitch or something, then he tossed a small wooden doll onto the shelf I was on. I had to move away so as to not obstruct the doll’s journey. Cheddar noticed this movement and started casting spells to see who dared spy on him. I ran out the door (I had silver glasses which gave away my position) and Cheddar gave chase. I managed to turn a corner without him knowing and he ran ahead, stopping at the flower.

He saw damage in the leaves, and called a meeting. He said that someone had spied on him and tried to destroy the Power Flower, and to speak up if anyone hadn’t seen anyone else for the last twenty minutes to speak up now. Marcel claimed that I had been with him and the twins (he knew of my stupid plan beforehand), so I was safe. Nobody came up with anything, so Cheddar just angrily said that everyone would be on closer watch, and told his right-hand man (an unnamed motherly-type woman) to keep all the students on a tighter leash. Despite that, I managed to watch Cheddar’s prayers one more time, and didn’t discover anything new.

Eventually, Cheddar proclaimed that my year of students now had to choose someone within the school to marry, as we were now over eighteen. He said it was tradition and a way to keep close bonds within the school, but I knew better. Still, there was no way to get out of it, so I just went along.

The courtship went as follows: someone would park their car next to the car whose owner they wished to marry. Every car was in its own area with pretty decorations to appear more tempting. I wanted to marry Laarte (while I wished that the situation was more gay), and Marcel didn’t really want to marry anyone, but eventually decided on Scaya. There was some confusion over whose car belonged to whom, and we almost parked next to the wrong ones. I eventually went back inside to ask Cheddar who owned what car, but he just sent me away. He didn’t care.

As I was leaving, I ran into Laarte. We weren’t supposed to talk to the other groups today (one group was decided to court, and the other was to wait. It was always the stronger ones who were in the first group, so Marcel and I were there.) Laarte noticed that my boots were kinda ratty and shyly said that he’s be happy to help fix them. I smiled at him, then went back outside. We eventually figured out the right cars. As we went back inside, we saw Laarte anxiously looking out the window, and Scaya comforting him.

#dusky’s dreams #dream journal

[aliterarydumpsterfire]

The Crash, or The House That YouTube Built

It’s quiet this morning. It’s been quiet for weeks. Or maybe it’s been months? The calendar on the wall has been used more in the last seven months than probably any calendar we’ve owned. It hangs next to the fridge with a little post-it note that hovered over the twenty first that read in all caps “Dr. Theisen, 8AM!” From my spot at the kitchen table I squinted to find the date. The smell of coffee wafted through but it hadn’t quite kicked in for me. Today’s the tenth. It’s been exactly nine months. I’ve never been a good judge of the passage of time, especially without all of my automatic synced calendar alerts from before The Crash.

At first it was a crisis. Not to me, but to my wife Vanessa. I’ve always had a healthy aversion to the internet but to her the panic from the sudden loss of the invisible network that wove us all together was palpable. In the hours following The Crash it seemed easy for her to distract herself with shopping and admiring herself in the mirror but after the twentieth hour her efforts were something more…. Desperate. She asked me to take her phone so she wouldn’t obsessively check it, then took a melatonin and lain in bed, staring at the ceiling. She dreamt about hitting 3 million followers on Instagram. When she woke to the still-same status of The Crash she was crushed.

I remember how she put on that fake high voice she uses when she’s not okay. “Oh! Well, I’ll just… go for a run I guess”. She hadn’t actually ‘gone for a run’ since senior year for P.E. exams, though her feed would tell a different story. So many photos of her in running gear. So many hours meticulously feigning a runner’s sweat with glycerin and posing in athleisure for the camera. Her announcement to go on a run was cautious, and almost nervous. I didn’t laugh at her. I simply nodded and tried to keep my eyebrows from betraying my surprise. Be cool. Don’t make it a thing. “Okay, babe. Don’t forget your water bottle.” For a moment she perked up. She was cheered by the reminder of the branded posh water bottle, an item she’d received only the week before as a PR package. I went back to my book as I heard her fill the bottle in the kitchen and left out the front door. She came back in a better mood to proudly show off the most genuine selfies I’d ever seen from her, but her overall antsiness continued. Those small pick-me-ups as reminders of her importance grew fewer and more distant as The Crash became a greater reality.

Vanessa Moore is the beautiful woman I have called my wife these past seven years. I don’t remember quite how or when she became fully attached to her fame or phone, but it happened slowly. First she Marie Kondo’d all her favorite souvenir national park t-shirts, then the spare room became a filming room, then she went blonde, and then one day I found myself picking her up an outpatient clinic for a procedure she swore would make her happy. It all seemed so linear to me now, how I lost my wife to the internet personality she’d rather be. The word they use for someone with that great of a following is ‘influencer’ but I cringe to think of my Nessa like that. She used to be so different. I didn’t used to be an Instagram Husband. I couldn’t have been more relieved that The Crash happened, to be honest it probably saved my marriage. My wife wouldn’t share my opinion. I held that secret thought as bitterly as my coffee tasted in my cooling mug.

The first six months were rocky for us. I couldn’t conceal my annoyance at being constantly asked to take photos for an audience that was lost in the ether. More importantly, Nessa discovered something that rocked her world– her sudden loss of connection to the sycophants she called fans and community left her lonely and depressed. Somewhere along the way her self confidence had been replaced by relying on validation from faceless interactions. I bet that even that some of those interactions came from bots, but she missed them all the same. It’s been hard. She still has dreams about hitting 3 mil. Her therapist says she has PTSD and FOMO, the second of which I cannot help but doubt is a technical term. As baffling as it was, we’re still coming to terms with what that means. For Vanessa that means she has to find meaningful things to do, and learn new skills. She’s enrolled in school for a real degree…. .. this is where I have to stop myself. Reframe. She has a real degree– Online Influence Marketing. She’s just getting one that is more relevant to the post-Crash economy now. I can hear Dr Theisen’s voice in my head correcting me. “Mr. Moore, despite benefiting for your wife’s influence you don’t really respect her, do you?” That question still felt like a punch to the gut, followed by deep and immediate shame. I benefited from the free vacations, home that YouTube bought, the brand spokesperson discounts, the random PR boxes that arrived on our doorstep. I couldn’t deny that my wife had worked hard to paint a picture on her social media of a… ‘bossbabe’. That word still makes me shudder. It all seemed so vapid and empty to me. If The Crash hadn’t happened, would I still be here? I constantly asked myself that question, steeped in guilt.

Nessa’s voice in the hall broke me out of my shudder. “Babe?” “Yeah, hon?” I raised my head to look her direction. Morning rays from my nook window played on her face. Her eyes were heavily lidded, her blonde hair and dark roots a mess, but still a welcome sight after all these months. She wore a long tee with GLACIER emblazoned across the front in faded letters. I could’ve sworn that used to be my shirt, though I hadn’t seen it in years. Her voice came again, this time softer. “I had a dream.” Dr. Theisen said that was common after devastating loss. Recurring dreams that haunted the broken. I stretched out my hand to her and she took my hand, folding herself into my arms to perch on my lap and curl into me. Her heart beat felt unsteady through my shirt. “The three million again?” That’s the only dream she ever had. Her head shook slightly against my shoulder. Her voice was so quiet I strained to hear her before the silence of the kitchen swallowed it up. “You left me.” The guilt came back to me again with a roaring vengeance. “Oh, Nessa. No, honey. I’m right here”. I held her tight. The pain in my gut was visceral, twisting and searing up a rebuke at me. The smell of coffee drifted through the kitchen but was completely forgotten. The wetness from her cheeks smeared against my shoulder and that twisting deep in my chest amplified. “No, no, no. Sssshh. You’re ok,” I whispered to her. Now I could hardly get the words out. You bastard. You coward. You would have. I croaked out another reassurance and I felt a tear fall from my face too, my breath caught on the lump in my throat. She dreamt of you. I lifted her chin to look her in the eyes. With a thumb I wiped away her tears. I nearly lost you. “Vanessa Moore, I have not left you. Shhhh baby, I’m right here.” I hugged her tight again. You’re still in there. I’m still here. I nearly lost you, but I’m still here. The Crash ruined so many lives but it saved mine. I couldn’t ever tell her. I couldn’t ever tell her that The Crash may have left her nothing… but it had given me back everything.

#flash fiction #influencer fiction #aliteraldumpsterfire #influencer

[moemoemammon]

So bear with me. MC sleeps like a rock. A bomb could go off next to them, and they don't wake up. Now, add shallow breathing, and they look like a corpse. You could mistake them for a corpse if you don't check their pulse.

How would the brothers (+ datables if you're not too picky hehe) react to the first time waking them up for school only to think they probably died in their sleep on day one??

Sleeping Like a Corpse!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer didn’t think much of you when you arrived, now could he be bothered to personally make sure you peeled yourself out of bed in the morning. So naturally, he sent Mammon to go do it.

But when Mammon came back complaining about how you didn’t budge an inch, big bro realized he’d have to take care of it himself, like usual.

He figured slamming your door open would’ve done the trick, but you remain still. And as much as he wants to drag you out of bed by the ankle, he knows how fragile humans can be. He opts for giving you a vigorous shake, and.... you don’t budge.

He calls your name, nothing. He literally pulls you upright by the shoulders and jostles you around like a protein shaker bottle, but you don’t move, and- wait... are you breathing? MAMMOOOOOO-

“Haaah... It’s your first morning with us, and you’re already causing me trouble. If it weren’t for the warmth of your skin, I’d have thought you were dead. Perhaps I should give you an enchanted alarm clock, if you prove to be this difficult to wake every morning.”

Mammon

Tch, he seriously didn’t get why THE Great Mammon had to do this sorta grunt work! Why should he have to make sure a lousy human gets up for school? It’s not like he’s their babysitter! but we all know he’s a p*ssy so he’s not gonna say that out loud

But that means he’s gonna make sure you know how irritated he is! Mammon bursts into your room, calling you a ‘stinkin’ human’ at the top of his lungs, and... you don’t move a muscle. So his next step is to stomp over and rip your blankets off, and..... you still don’t move.

What the hell? It’s like trying to wake up Belphie! He leans in to try to smack you awake, when he finally notices how it...kinda...looks like you aren’t breathing.

Wait. Wait wait wait-! SURE he didn’t feel like having to watch you, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to die on the first night! Lucifer was gonna KILL him-! Did you die of fright or something?! He didn’t really mean all that stuff he said about eating you, you know?! Hey, snap out of it-!

“What the- You’re ALIVE?! I thought you died in your sleep, dammit! TCH! What’s the big idea, playin’ dead like that?! Ya tryin’ to get me in trouble?!” “-N-no I wasn’t worried about ya!”

Leviathan

Why does HE have to wake you up..? Sure, he has to go to school today anyway for the student council meeting, but what does that have to do with a human..? Couldn’t Lucifer have asked ANYONE else..?

Beyond annoyed when he enters your room. What’s he supposed to do?? Shake you?? Hit you with something???? Levi opts for awkwardly poking your side, and noticing how you don’t react. Great. Ugh... this sucked....

He tries again, then pokes the back of your head, tugs your sleeve, shakes your arm... then you roll over from the movement and he nearly has a heart attack. Not only because you surprised him, but because you.. wait, did you die?!

Stuck between “LMAOOOO ROFLMAO the human died on their first night! What a noob! #fail!” and “KDAKLFHLDSJFKL OH NO HELLO?????”

“WH- Ahhh... I thought you were dead. You know how long Lucifer would've lectured if if you died, right? He'd be so mad, i bet he'd even confiscate my D.D.D.! Normies like you are nothing but trouble. This is why a human shouldn't even be here..."

Satan

What a chore... This felt like more of a punishment than anything, and Satan hadn’t even done anything yet. Unless Lucifer already discovered the ink he dripped into his shampoo? Either way, he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you.

But seeing as he got to hang around you in your most vulnerable state, wouldn’t it be funny if he put a curse on you? He was sure that whatever he chose would become a headache for Lucifer in some way, so the possibilities were endless.

Temporary blindness, backwards speech, rainbow colored skin, extreme bad luck, he didn’t know what to choose! Ah, and there were a few curses he wanted to use on Lucifer that needed to be tested out, so why not experiment on you?

He had plenty of time to pick the perfect one and- ah. Were you.. dead? Did someone beat him to the punch?

“Ah, so you’re alive after all. And here I thought I could harass Lucifer with knowing his human had died in their sleep. Well, it’ll have to wait, I guess...I was really looking forward to the expression on his face...”

Asmo

What? Lucifer was ACTUALLY letting him go in the cute little human’s room, completely unsupervised? What a bold move, dearest big brother~! There’s no way he’d pass up the chance to take a peek at your sleeping face! You were pretty cute, but he’d like to see if you were worth his attention.

That being said, Asmo creeps into your room like a sneaky toddler, and doesn’t hesitate to grab your shoulder and roll you over to get a good look at your sleeping face. Hmm... Not bad! 

So with that, he hops right into your bed unannounced, bouncing you around and giving you that innocent giggle of his. Aren’t you lucky? You get to be woken up by the endlessly charming Asmo-chan~! The first thing you’ll see is his gorgeous face, and you’ll be blessed with the perfect first school day! 

Why, there are hundreds and thousands of demons who wish they were as lucky as you were right now! He’s seen how they’ll fight tooth and nail for a chance to-..... hey, how come you’re not breathing..? Er, he’s not really into that sort of thing...

“Oh thank goodness! I thought you up and died before I had a chance to get to know you! You know how disappointed I’d be, right? Knowing I wasn’t able to explore the cute human living in our house... it’d be a tragedy!”

Beel

Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind that much. Having to go and wake you up reminds him of when Belphie was still around, so it’s familiar and feels kind of nice. What DOESN’T feel nice is that he’s missing valuable time he could be spending inhaling his breakfast, because you won’t wake up.

Hangry Beel enters your room with a bagel in his mouth, so you couldn’t understand what he was saying even if you were awake. Just know he’s calling your name and threatening to eat your breakfast. It’s your loss if you miss out.

Hm... You don’t wake up even after he shakes you, so he’s tempted to just leave. But he knows Lucifer will scold you if he returns downstairs without you, so he’s got to improvise.

It’s fine if he just carries you downstairs, right? He’s just tryin to eat man why can’t you- ...Beel is noticing a distinct lack of breath coming from you when he picks you up. Uhhh

“Oh, you aren’t dead. I was going to ask Lucifer if we could have you for breakfast too, but I guess that’s not an option anymore. He says hurry up and get dressed, and that you should give me your breakfast. Bye.”

Belphie

He’s in the attic, so same lmao.

Twins! Still gonna strangle and throw you down the stairs in the future tho

Couple goals amirite?

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me writing #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[straylightdream]

sweet nothings - s.cb

Featuring: Seo Changbin x f.reader

acquaintances to lovers au

↳ there an air of innocence to him. Curiosity leads to both you discovering more and more about yourself.

wc - 10.6k

warnings: explicit sexual content such as unprotected sex, sexual self discovery.

an: this is a reworking of an older fic of mine on spide-babe-parker.

Life has never been easy for you. You came from a broken home. Your parents got divorced when you were young. You were raised by a single mother who taught you to be strong will and someone who didn’t let people walk all over you. You live in a small house in on the edge of the city. You worked in a small diner in town. 

Your shift at the diner had just ended and you couldn’t wait to get away. You had to deal with too many assholes today. The cook kept messing up orders and everyone kept blaming you. Hanging up your apron, you grabbed your purse and headed out of the diner in a hurry.

Tugging your jacket close to your soft body you walked down the street towards the bar. Your day completely sucked and you needed a drink.

Walking into the bar you smiled as you saw the familiar faces of Chan and Minho. As Chan saw you he waved you over. Walking over you slid into the booth into the empty spot next to Chan.

You were surprised to see Changbin sitting next to Minho. It was rare that the busy producer came out to the bar with the boys.

The three boys all worked in the industry some way or another. Chan and Minho were dancers and choreographers. Chan also worked with Changbin producing songs. 

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight (YN),” Minho smiled.

“I had a shitty night at work, and honestly I need a lot of alcohol,” you sigh, resting your face in your hands.

“Well, we’ll get you a drink right now,” Chan said.

“What do you want?” Minho said before sliding out of the booth.

“Jack and coke please.” You were in need of something strong to get your mind off your terrible day.

He walked over to the bar leaving you alone with Chan and Changbin.

“What happened at work?” Chan asked.

“The new cook kept messing up orders and everyone took that out of me,” you sighed.

“Well you’re here with friends now,” Chan smiled.

Minho walked back to the booth and handed you a drink and said, “I made sure they made it a double for you.”

Chan and Minho were some of your best friends. They always went out of their way to make you smile. You looked over at Changbin to see him listening intently to the conversation around them. 

You and the boys sat at the table talking about random things. Minho had you laughing about some new dance he had to teach. Chan had left the booth to go get another round of drinks.

“(YN) didn’t you say you had a date with that guy who works at the coffee shop?” Minho asked.

“I did have a date with Hoseok, and it was okay,” you said awkwardly thinking back to your date. Hoseok is a handsome and charming guy, but you didn’t exactly have a connection.

His eyebrows knit together as he was trying to figure out what you meant, “just okay?”

Shrugging your shoulders you say, “let’s just say it went okay until we got back to my place.”

“Bad sex?” Minho asked.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you nod your head. You and Minho were close and he had no shame of bringing up the topic of sex around you. You were confident women who had grown to love who you were, and we’re comfortable in your own body. 

The topic of sex did make you a little shy, but you weren’t ashamed to admit you were a girl who enjoyed it.

“It wasn’t great, I don’t think he knew his way around a woman’s body.”

“How does he not know his way around a woman’s body?” Changbin innocently asked.

“Some men are selfish and don’t know how to please a woman,” Minho placed his hand on Changbin's shoulder.

“Oh,” Changbin said, confused.

“Well darling maybe you need good sex to fix that,” Minho leaned forward on table in front of you and smirked. 

A lot of women would jump at the chance to take him up on that offer, but you couldn’t do that. Minho meant too much to you as a friend to do that. 

Looking over at Changbin he had a surprised look on his face.

“I probably do,” you smirked.

Chan slid over next to you into both and passed around the beers he had gotten everyone. Chan looked over at you and noticed your embarrassed look on your face and looked at you completely confused.

“What did I miss?” Chan asked.

“We’re talking about her shitty date,” Minho said, speaking up, reaching over and grabbing a beer.

“What happened?” Chan asked.

“Bad sex,” you sighed wishing that you could finally stop talking about your sex life.

“Okay then,” Chan says before taking a drink of his beer.

All four of you sat in the booth for about another hour talking before Chan went off to take a phone call, and Minho went over to talk to a pretty girl at the bar. They left you and Changbin alone at the bar.

You took a drink of your beer and looked over at Changbin who seemed to be studying you. 

“What’s on your mind Changbin?” you asked, curious to what was going on in his mind.

He tilted his head to the side and asked, “what is the difference between good sex and bad sex?”

Your cheeks instantly burn at his question. You hadn’t ever heard Changbin ever mention sex before. From what you had heard from the boys, Changbin was pretty innocent. He grew up pretty sheltered and never really dated or anything. You we’re pretty sure sex wasn’t something he knew a ton about.

You paused because you weren’t exactly sure what you should say to him. How do you even describe the difference between good and bad sex.

“Well good sex is when you have a connection with someone, and they tend to know what what makes the other person feel good,” you say feeling suddenly shy.

“Oh, do some men not care if it’s good for some women?” he asked with his head still tilted to the side.

You shrug your shoulders thinking back to the handful of men you had slept with that had left you disappointed.You suddenly had a burning desire to know if Changbin had ever had sex before. 

“Can I ask you something?” you needed to know.

“Sure.”

“Have you ever had sex?” you asked knowing that it wasn’t any of your business.

He nodded and leaned back, “yes once in college.”

Your eyebrows knit together curious to know what type of girl was able to take his virginity “how was the sex with that person?”

“I thought it was good and she said she enjoyed it.”

Everything he was saying left you with more and more questions. 

“Oh that’s interesting.” You weren’t even sure what else to say. 

“According to Minho, if I have sex more often I’ll enjoy it,” he said before taking a drink of his beer that was in front of him.

“Oh okay. So your knowledge of sex comes from the one time you had sex?” you were now extremely interested in what Changbin was like in bed.

“I guess that’s all I know about it.”

You couldn’t lie, you had always thought that Changbin was attractive, and part of you had a little crush on him. You couldn’t lie you suddenly wanted to have sex with the man sitting across from you in the booth.

“Have you ever thought about having sex again?” you needed to know.

“Yeah I have,” he said looking at you a little confused.

“Oh okay,” you grabbed your beer and took a drink. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to sleep with him. Your mind suddenly only seemed to think about Changbin.

“Why do you suddenly seem so tense?” he seemed completely unaware of how flustered this conversation was making you.

You glanced over at Minho who was busy flirting with the girl at the bar. Looking back over at Changbin you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Because this conversation has suddenly made me wonder what you're like in bed,” your cheeks burned suddenly embarrassed that you just confessed this. 

Tilting his head to the side he asked, “do you want to have sex with me?”

With wide eyes you stared at him feeling nervous. You weren’t the type of girl who needed to be in a relationship to have sex with someone, but this was completely different. You took a long moment to process his question. Your body was screaming to say yes, but you weren’t sure you could just causally have sex with him. 

“Yes,” you hesitantly say.

“I would like to find out what it’s like to have good sex,” he said smiling.

A smile spread across your face as you looked at him. You know if you sleep with Changbin this can’t be just a random hook up.

“Okay,” you nervously say.

“When would you like to do this?” he asked.

“Tonight if you want,” you felt suddenly nervous setting up basically a date to have sex with the man sitting across from you.

“I can come by your place later if you would like,” he smiles.

Before you could respond you looked over to see Chan walking back over to the booth. 

“Okay,” you say quickly hoping Chan and Minho wouldn’t find out about this.

Chan walked over and stood next to the booth, “Sorry, we have to head out. Hyunjin called, panicking about something to do with a dance he’s working on. I need to take Minho with me.”

“Okay be safe,” you say.

Minho walked over to the table and placed his hand on your shoulder, “hey love, sorry to run off you.”

“It’s okay boys, go calm down Hyunjin.”

“Come on Bin we’ll take you back to the apartment,” Minho signaled for Changbin to follow them.

“I can take him,” you say knowing this was a chance to get alone time with him. 

“I’ll ride home with her,” he says smiling at the boys

The boys left and you and Changbin silently sat at the booth both silently finishing your beers. As you finished your beer you looked over at Changbin who looked like he had gone back to studying you.

“I walked to work today, do you mind walking a couple of blocks to my house?”

“Not at all.”

You slid out of the booth and watched as Changbin got out of the booth. Sliding on your coat, you buttoned it up. Changbin stood in front of you and you reached down and took his hand and led him out of the bar. For some reason holding hands with him felt natural. Walking down the street the cool air pushed your hair away from your face. 

Arriving at your house you released Changbin’s hand and reached into your purse to find your house keys. Unlocking the door you walked inside and he followed behind you. Standing in your living room you sat his purse down on the couch. You removed your coat and kicked off your work shoes. Standing in front of Changbin you stared at him wondering how this was possibly happening.

“Should I take my coat and shoes off as well?” he asked.

“If you would like,” you say, smiling at how innocent he seemed.

“Okay,” he says as he pulls his coat off and sits it down on the couch next to your coat. You watched as he took off his shoes and socks. 

“Follow me,” you reached down, taking his hand again.

Silently you walked down the small hallway towards your bedroom. You suddenly felt nervous and you weren’t sure why. This wasn’t a normal hookup, this was something different.

“Why don’t we kiss?” you dropped his hand and smiled at him. You were curious on how his lips felt against yours.

“Okay.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and looked at you for a long moment before he connected his lips to yours. You stood there for a long moment as your lips moved together before he moved you so you were pressed against your bedroom wall. With his lips moving against yours he had one hand resting on the base of your neck while the other tangled its way into your hair. You felt butterflies in your stomach as he held you close. No man had ever kissed you quite like Changbin was. You moaned against his lips as you rolled your hips against him.

He pulled his lips away from yours and stared at you.

“Who taught you how to kiss like that?” you asked as his hand was still resting on your neck.

“A girl back in college.”

“She did a damn good job at teaching you.”

“Did you want to do more?” he asked.

You nodded, craving to feel his hands all over your   body.

“Show me whatever you know,” you smiled.

His hand moved away from your neck and he reached for the button on your jeans. He dropped down onto his knees in front of you and slid your tight jeans down your thighs. With lust filled eyes he looked up at you like he was looking for permission.

“Show me everything you know,” you groaned as his fingers hooked into your cheeky panties. 

As you leaned against the wall bare from the waist down you stared down at the man who was making you feel things you weren’t even sure you had ever felt before. His full lips pressed a gentle kiss to your knee before his lips started moving towards your core. Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth you wanted to groan in anticipation as his lips were close to your core.

His lips brushed against your core and a moan passed your lips. As his tongue lapped at your bundle of nerves you couldn’t help but tangle your fingers in his hair holding him close to you as his skilled tongue worked on the most sensitive part of you.

For a man who didn’t know much about sex he sure knew his way around a woman’s body. His fingers toyed with your entrance as pushed you closer and closer to the edge. 

As you found your release you moaned Changbin’s name. Your fingers released his hair as he looked up at you almost as if he was seeking your approval.

“Did the girl in college teach you that?” you asked.

“I guess,” he says as he stands up.

As he stood in front of you, you reached for the bottom of your sweater and removed it leaving you in only your bra. 

“May I,” he asked looking at your peach colored bra.

“Of course,” you say softly.

Turning around you looked back and watched as his hand reached for the clasp on your bra. As your bra fell to the floor you stood in front of Changbin completely bare as he was still completely dressed.

“Let’s take some of your clothes off,” you say, reaching for his tie he was wearing.

You worked on taking off his tie, before untucking his shirt and slowly unbuttoning it. He stood in front of you in a pair of jeans that were obviously tented with his excitement. Your hands nervously unbuckled his belt and then you undid his pants and stepped back staring at him. How did your life lead to you asking your innocent friend to have sex with you.  

He pushed down his pants and boxers leaving himself as naked as you were. Leaning forward you pressed your lips to his for another kiss. His strong hands moved so both of them were resting on your neck as your lips moved together. 

Sparks flew as your lips danced. His lips and touch was intoxicating to you, you weren’t sure how you had gone your whole life without his touch.

“Take me to bed,” you whispered with your lips touching his as your hand reached down and gently stroked his excitement.

A moan passed his lips as your hand touched him.

Stepping away from him you walked over to your bed and crawled to the center. With hungry eyes you watched as he moved to the edge of the bed.

“In the top draw of the dresser I have condoms.”

“Okay,” he nodded as he reached into the top drawer and pulled out a foil packet.

“Can you help?” he asked, holding the foil packet out in front of you.

You smiled as you nodded. 

Tearing the foil packet open with your teeth you slid the rubber down his length. You moved so you were laying on the bed with legs pressed together staring at Changbin.

“Show me what you know,” you slowly opened your legs as he crawled onto the bed.

Sitting on his knees in front of you his hand reached up and took your breast in his hand and gently squeezed it before he reached down your soft hips. As he lined up with your entrance he pushed in causing you to gasp at the feeling. As he bottomed out he stared at you with lust filled eyes as if he was attempting to figure out what he should say.

“Please move,” you moaned, reaching for his hand.

He sat back on his hunches and moved into you at a slow pace. Your head rolled back as you moaned. This sex was completely different from your shitty sex from your date. Leaning forward he rested on his forearms over your soft body as he connected his lips to your neck. He nipped at the delicate skin on your neck. You were going to be left with marks in the morning, but you were okay with that.

Your hand reached for his butt wanting him as close as possible to you. 

The only words you seemed to know at that moment were variations of his name. 

As your bodies were one you couldn’t help but wonder how you went all this time having shitty sex when Changbin existed. 

As he pushed you over the edge you moaned his name as your high washed over you. As he grew closer to the edge he pushed himself up so he was once again sitting back on his hunches as he thrust into you as continued to moan his name.

As he hit his high he stilled in you with his hands gripping your hips. You might have fingerprint shaped bruises on your skin, but you wouldn’t mind one bit.

“Oh wow, that was good,” you smiled looking up at Changbin who was silently staring at you.

“That was good sex right?” he asked.

You nodded with a goofy grin, “that was amazing.”

He pulled himself from you and rid himself of the condom and laid down on the bed next to you. Looking over at him you were still in shock that he was that amazing in bed.

“May I spend the night?” he asked.

“Of course,” you smiled, reaching down for the blankets that were pushed down at the edge of the bed.

“May I hold you?” 

“Yeah that would be great,” you asked as he pulled you closer to his body.

You fell asleep in his arms. Your mind wondered constantly about the man holding you. You weren’t sure what was going to happen after tonight, but you prayed that this wasn’t going to be a one time thing.

-&-

As you wake up your eyes slowly open as you stretch your tense body. Your body gently nudged the man who you had shared a bed with. Looking over at Changbin you found him staring at you. 

“Did you sleep?” You asked curious to why he seemed so awake.

He shook his head, “I have a hard time sleeping.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at the fact that he didn’t sleep. You couldn’t exactly be shocked, Chan had mentioned that Changbin was up most nights when Chan would work on songs late at night. 

“Oh,” you say softly as you slowly start getting out of bed. You walked across your room well aware you were naked and suddenly you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You grabbed your robe that was hanging on the back of the door and pulled your favorite fluffy pink robe on. 

“I need to take shower,” you awkwardly stated standing by the bathroom door that was connected to your bedroom.

“May I shower with you?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed with sheets covering up the lower half of his very naked body.

“Of course,” you opened the bathroom door and stepped inside expecting him to follow you into that bathroom.

Walking into your small bathroom you walked over towards the shower that was directly across from the door. You pulled back the peach shower curtain open and turned on the warm water on the faucet. As you heard footsteps you turned to see a very naked Changbin standing behind you. Your bright eyes traveled down his toned body. He was a beautiful sight standing in front of you. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with me joining you?” you couldn’t help but find it sweet that he wanted to make sure that you were okay with this.

You nodded as you slowly took off your robe. Reaching in you tested to see if the water was warm enough. 

Stepping into the bathtub you stood under the warm water and watched as Changbin stepped in before pulling the shower curtain closed behind him. 

This was all so strange to you. You normally weren’t the type of person who after having casual sex with someone then offered them to shower with you. 

Washing your hair you could feel Changbin’s eyes on you. As the water washed away the conditioner from your hair you reached for him. You wanted to feel his hands on your skin again. 

“Have you ever showered with someone?” you were curious to know if that girl had showered with him. 

“No I haven’t,” he said as he stood close to you. 

“Why don’t you kiss me again?” 

“Okay,” he stepped closer to you and pressed his lips to yours. One hand rested on the wet skin of your hip and the other hand rested on your cheek. Your lips moved together for a moment. He pulled away and looked at you before he turned you like you weighed nothing and pressed you against the cool tile. His leg was resting between yours as he kissed his way down your neck. You couldn’t help but moan as he gently nipped at the skin where your neck met your shoulders. 

Changbin was a talented man and he seemed determined to find out all the ways to drive you wild. His hands moved up and took your breast in his hands. His lips moved away from your skin and he stared at you with lust blown pupils as his hand massaged your breast. Instinctively you rolled your body against his thigh that he had placed between your legs.

Leaning forward you connected your lips to his again. He tasted as sweet as honey and you weren’t sure if you would ever get enough of him.

With your lips brushing against his you mumbled, “I want to make you feel good.”

He pulled away and tilted his head and looked at you curiously. 

“You’ve already made me feel good,” he stated.

You reached down between you and ran your fingers across his excitement. He gasped as you stroked his hardened length. You toyed with him until he was on the verge of coming undone. 

“Turned around,” he groaned before he could find his release.

You pulled your hand away and stared at him with lust blown pupils. You couldn’t help but smirk that he was telling you what he wanted. He stepped back and you turned around placing your hands on the tile wall. You felt his lips place a kiss on your spine between your shoulder blades.

Closing your eyes you took in the feel of his touch as the gentle stream of water fell on both of you. Looking over your shoulder you watch him stare at you as his hands move to grip your hips. 

“We don’t have a condom,” Changbin stated.

“We should probably get out and get one,” you stood up and turned around so you were facing him.

Quickly you shut the water off and pulled the shower curtain open. You handed Changbin a towel you had hanging and grabbed one for yourself. You wrapped it around your body and quickly started drying off. You could feel his eyes burning a hole in you. You turned and saw him drying himself off. Dropping the towel in the hamper you had in the bathroom you rushed into your bedroom. Changbin dropped his towel in the hamper and followed you. Reaching into your nightstand you grabbed a foil packet and tore it open. 

Changbin stood in front of you by the bed. You rolled the rubber down his length and then gently pushed on his chest and he sat down on the edge of your bed. You used to feel self conscious of your weight, but right now the way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You placed your knees on both sides of his thighs and hovered over his hardened length. Your hands rested on your shoulders as you stared into his warm eyes. His strong hands moved to rest on your butt. Slowly you sank down on his length and gasped as he filled you.

“Oh wow,” you sighed as you sat on his thighs.

“Is it automatically good sex when you have a connection with them?” He asked as one of his hands moved up your back.

You were speechless as you nodded your head.

“I think sex with you would always be considered good sex then,” you weren’t sure how somehow he managed to say something so oddly romantic. 

“I think you’re right,” you leaned forward and connected your lips to his. 

Slowly you started moving your body. His hand moved down to rest on your hips helping you move up and down his length. Your hands rested on his shoulders helping you to have leverage as you moved against him. Rolling your head back you couldn’t help but moan. 

Leaning forward he connected his lips to the base of your neck. He left a trail of wet nips across your skin. You knew that after this you were going to have a few marks on your neck. 

“Touch me,” you moaned, wanting him to help push you over the edge.

His hands moved and gripped your butt and stood up holding you as if you weighed nothing. He laid you on the edge of the bed. He slowly slid back into your as he stood at the edge of the bed. His hand moved down to toy with your sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to slowly move into you. It wasn’t long before he pushed you over the edge. His thrusts grew sloppier as he was getting closer to his own high. 

As he found his high he leaned forward and connected his lips to yours. 

Changbin stayed at your house until the sun started to set. You drove him back to the apartment he shared with the boys. You weren’t sure when the boys were going to be home and you didn’t want them to question why Changbin wasn’t home yet.

You were parked on the road by the entrance to the apartment. Changbin reached for the door but before he got out he turned and looked at you.

“Can I have your phone number so we can see each other again?” he asked with a sweet smile.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “of course.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out for you. You typed your number into his phone and handed it back. There was something so sweet about Changbin that you found so caring and adorable. 

You watched Changbin walk into the apartment building. You glanced up into the rearview mirror and saw that you had two large hickies on your neck. They were going to be a reminder of the wonderful night you spent with a man that seemed to hold your attention.

-&-

A couple of days have passed since your night you spent with Changbin. You had shared a few texts back and forth, but hadn’t really been able to see each other. The messages you sent to each other was nothing romantic or anything of that nature. It was just casual conversation.

It was another long night at the diner and Minho has sent you a text telling you that he and the boys were grabbing some drinks. Walking into the bar you smiled seeing Changbin sitting at the booth with Chan. Minho was playing pool with some random guy. You knew he was probably hustling the stranger out of money.

You slid into the booth next to Changbin with Chan sitting across from you. Changbin smiled at you, and you couldn’t lie, his smirk gave you butterflies.

“How was the rehearsal?” you asked looking up at Chan.

“It went pretty smooth,” Chan says before taking a drink of his beer.

“How was work?” Changbin asked.

“It wasn’t terrible for once,” you let out a little laugh.

You placed your hand on the booth between you and Changbin and looked up at Minho who was walking over towards the booth. Without a word he sat down next to Chan. He held his beer in one hand and twenty bucks in the other hand.

“Did you hustle the poor guy out of money?” you asked.

“I didn’t hustle him out of anything he just sucks at pool,” he had a cocky grin plastered across his lips. “Angel, who left the huge hickey on your neck?” Minho asked with his eyes locked on the side of your neck.

Your eyes grew wide realizing that you forgot to cover up the mark that Changbin had left on your skin. Your heart rate picked up as your eyes quickly looked down at the table in front of you.

“I met a guy,” you attempted to sound like you weren’t freaking out.

“Did you finally have good sex?” he asked oh so casually.

“I had great sex to make up for that shitty night,” it was taking everything in you not to look over at Changbin who was sitting right next to you.

It was almost as if he could sense your tension. He gently placed his hand on your thigh. You took slow deep breaths trying to stay calm, hoping that neither of the boys would pick up that there was something going on between you and Changbin.

“I’m glad a man finally didn’t leave you feeling disappointed,” Minho says with a smirk.

“Yeah it’s great that I finally found a guy who finally knew how to please me,” you say as you feel Changbin slide his hand towards the inside of your thigh. He didn’t even act like anything was happening as his hand moved closer to your core.

As Chan and Minho talked about something random you could barely process anything they were saying. Your mind was hazy as Changbin’s hand crawled up your thigh. Changbin didn’t even look at you while he touched you. He looked at his roommates listening to them intently while he teased you. His hand on your thigh left you feeling dizzy.

Reaching for your purse you searched through it and found the foil packet you kept in there in case of an emergency. Subtly you placed it on the booth between you and Changbin. 

His fingers brushed against the hem of your undies. You inhaled trying not to make a sound. 

“You okay?” Chan asked, noticing something was wrong with you. 

“I don’t feel well,” you lied as your cheeks burned, feeling completely flustered. “I need to use the restroom.”

Changbin removed his hand from your skin and took the foil packet and slid it into his pants pocket. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Minho asked. 

“Yeah I just need to use the restroom,” you say, excusing yourself. 

You were playing with fire and you didn’t want to stop. With the lit match in your hand you dropped in the trail of gasoline. Walking off to the bathroom you took a deep breath as you walked into the single person washroom. Leaning against the door you listened for the gentle knock on door and Changbin’s muffled voice saying your name.

Unlocking the door you opened it and watched as Changbin walked into the small room. Shutting the door you locked it and without thinking twice you leaned forward and connected your lips to his. Strong hands held your face as your lips started to dance. Reaching down between you fumbled with his belt buckle. You were both wearing way too much clothing. 

Pulling your lips away from his you stared at him with lust filled eyes as you unbuttoned his pants. His bottom lip was captured between his teeth as he reached his hands under your dress and hooked his fingers into your panties. He slid your undies down your thighs and shoved them into his coat’s pocket.

Reaching into his pants pocket he pulled out the foil packet had placed on the booth between you. He quickly shoved his pants and boxers just far enough down to free himself. He captured the foil packet in his teeth and tore it open, he wasted no time sliding the rubber down his hardened length.

You were so turned on from him teasing you at the booth it wasn’t going to take much for him to push you over the edge. His lips crashed into yours as he walked you back towards the sink. As you butt bumped against the sink his hands reached for your butt and lifted you up so you were sitting on the edge of the cold porcelain. He stood between your legs kissing you as if he needed you to breathe. As his lips brushed against yours he slid into you. A gasp passes your lips as you are fully connected.

Rolling your head back, you closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of Changbin stretching you in the best way possible.

His strong hands gripped your thigh as his hips rolled into your. Both your legs wrapped around his waist holding him close as he thrust into you. Hungry hands reached up holding your sides as his thrusts grew sloppier. His wet lips connected your neck leaving a trail of gentle nips.

“Bin,” you quietly moaned.

 His lips murmured something against your skin, but you weren’t even sure what he said. You were so close to finding your high you couldn’t really process much. You craved the feeling of finding your release. Reaching up you took Changbin’s face in your hands. His warm eyes locked on yours as the wave crashed over you and you found your release.

Silent moans passed your lips as you continued to stare at him. His thrusting didn’t stop as his eye stayed locked on yours. Your hands held his face as he found his own release.

His hips stilled as he reached up and rested his hand on yours that still held his face.

“Was that good for you?” he asked through pants.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. It was insane that he could even ask if it was good for you. “That was amazing,” you smiled before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his for a gentler kiss. “We should head back, I think the boys might suspect something,” he slowly slid out of you leaving you feeling empty.

Slowly you jumped off the sink and stood there trying to find your balance. He left you feeling quite weak in the knees. He disposed of the condom and worked on fixing his pants. Walking towards him you reached into his coat and grabbed your panties. You slid them on and leaned over and connected your lips to his for a gentle kiss.

“I’ll walk out first, you can come back out in a minute,” you say as you smoothed the wrinkles out in your dress.

Walking out of the bathroom you quickly shut the door and attempted to walk into the bar like nothing had happened. Luckily for you the boys didn’t even seem to notice that you had been gone. Sliding back into the booth you looked over at the boys who were talking about something random.

“Have you seen Changbin?” Minho asked.

Your stomach dropped, you couldn’t help but wonder if they knew what had just happened. “No I haven’t,” you lied.

Chan and Minho stared at you with almost a knowing look. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips weren’t swollen for kissing the man they just mentioned. Your dress was also wrinkled from his hand roaming your body. Anyone with common sense could probably tell you just had sex. 

“Sure about that?” Minho asked with the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. 

“Yeah,” you lied again. 

Changbin walked back towards the booth and sat next to you. He acts as if nothing had happened. The boys start talking about something random; they're no longer giving you a strange look. You can’t lie, you feel completely alive after hooking up Changbin. There was something about him that made you feel more confident then you had ever felt before.

-&-

How do you go from casually sleeping with someone, to constantly spending time with them? 

It had been two months since you slept with Changbin for the first time, and you hadn’t stopped sleeping together. I’m the last month things changed from being about only sex. Now you spend most of your time with the handsome man. 

It was a chilly afternoon and Changbin came to visit you after you finished the morning shift at work. He was sitting on your living room couch watching your fold some of your laundry. He hasn’t come to hookup or anything like that. He told you he just wanted to see you when he greeted you. 

“How do you feel about taking a bubble bath?” You ask folding the final piece of your clothing. 

“I don’t think I have ever taken a bubble bath,” he says as he’s still sitting on your sofa. 

“Well it looks like we need to change that,” you walked over and grabbed his hand. 

You lead him off to the bathroom connected to your bedroom. You turn the warm water on and reach under the sink to find the lavender scented bubble bath. You poured the lovely scented soap in the rising water and turned around to find Changbin standing in the doorway. 

Slowly you stripped away your clothes and stepped into the warm water. 

Leaning back the bubbles covered your body. Looking over at Changbin he watched you for a long moment, almost as if he wasn’t sure what he should do. 

“You’re supposed to get naked and join me,” you say as you start to play with the bubbles near your body. 

Your eyes stayed on his figure as he reached up and started taking off his sweater. As his clothes sat in a pile next to yours he walked towards. Leaning forward you gave him room to sit behind you. He steps into the water and leans back. Leaning back you rested against his tone body. 

His hands rested on your thighs and your head rested against his chest. Things between Changbin and you just seemed so easy. Being around him was easy and he made you happy.

His fingers drew circles on your thigh. The tub was filled with bubbles and you reached out and took some in your hands looking up at Changbin. You held the bubbles close to him.

“How have you never taken a bubble bath?” you ask. It blew your mind that he had never experienced taking a relaxing bubble bath.

“I’ve just always taken showers. Do you like playing with bubbles?” he asked with his eyebrows knitted together.

“I guess I do,” you say before blowing the bubbles.

Closing your eyes you took in the closeness between the two of you.  Mindlessly his hands traveled up and down your thick thighs. He parted your thighs and slowly slid his hand between your legs. Looking over your shoulder you watched him study you as his fingers brushed between your folds. Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth as you tried not to moan. With a simple touch he seemed to leave you a quivering mess. You were putty in the boy's hand and you were fine with that. Your past that was filled with terrible sex was nothing more then a faint memory. 

His soft lips pressed as kiss below your ear sending a shiver down your spine. As his fingers continued to play with your bundle of nerves you let out a quiet moan.

“Is this how bubble baths normally are?” he asks.

A smile spreads across your lips at his naive question. If all your bubble baths were like this you would never take a boring shower ever again.

“No,” you say.

“I think I really like taking bubble baths with you,” he says before pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss. 

Pulling your lips away from him you say, “I will take as many bubble baths with you as you want.”

Reaching down for Changbin’s free hand you place it on your breast and look back at him with lust filled eyes. He massages your breast knowing exactly how he needs to touch you. He plays with your bundle of nerves until you come moaning his name. He continues to play with your breast as you ride out your high.

“You sure know your way around my body,” you sigh.

“When you feel as strongly as I do for you, it’s only right I know my way around your body,” he pressed his lips to your bare shoulder.

“How do you always know the right thing to say,” you ask.

“It just comes naturally with you.”

Your cheeks flush lightly at his sweet words. 

Reaching up you remove his hands from your breast and pull away from him. Turning around you move so you’re facing him. He looks at you with a confused look for a long moment.

Sitting on your knees you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. His hands rested on your soft sides as you held his face. Your lips moved towards his as you held on to each other. You couldn’t get enough of Changbin. You weren’t sure if you ever would. The water swayed against your skin as your lips continued to move against his. Pulling your lips away from him, you held his face in yours hands. His warm eyes were locked on yours as just smiled staring at him. Being with him was a sexual awakening for you. You had never been nearly as comfortable in your own skin as you had grown around Changbin. His hands roamed up the wet skin of your back pulling you against him.

“When I’m not around you my mind often wanders to thoughts of you,” those sweet words pass his lips as he leans closer to you.

“I want you all of you,” you whisper with your lips brushing his.

His lips tug up into a smile as you pull your face away from his. Your hands still held his face. His warm eyes were lust filled as he rolled his head back gently.

Pulling away from Changbin you stepped out of the warm water. He watched you as you reached for a towel and started drying yourself off. 

As soon as your skin was dry enough you say, “come with me.”

You drop your towel on the floor and Silently he follows your command. He dries himself off quickly as he follows you into your bedroom. Your lust filled eyes travel down his glistening body and you can’t help but smile at the sight of his excitement. 

Holding out a foil packet Changbin takes it in his hand, and tears the foil packet open before sliding it down his hardened length. Crawling onto the bed you stay on your hands and knees looking back at the boy who is slowly pumping his hardened length.

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip as you watch him crawl onto the bed. He stops right behind you and his strong hands move up to knead your round butt. One hand slides downs and starts to brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You can’t help but moan at his touch.

He presses his lips to your spine as his excitement brushes against your entrance.

“I need you,” you practically whine looking over your shoulder at Changbin.

Without a word he slides into you. You gasped at the feeling and closing your eyes.

He starts to slide in and out of you, and your hands grip the sheets below you. His strong hands are gripping your soft sides as he thrust into you at a slow and deliberate pace. With each of his thrust you lean back into them. 

He starts placing wet kisses up your spine and you can’t help the moan that passes your lips.

Dropping down to your elbows you change up the position slightly, and with every thrust Changbin hits the spot that drives you crazy in the best way possible.

You moan his name over and over, but the way he’s touching you his name is the only word you think you know. 

He pulls out of you before either of you find that sweet release you’re searching for. Looking back at him your eyes are wide and you don’t even know what to say.

“Lay on your side,” he says as he moves closer to you in the center of the bed.

Mindlessly you nod your head laying on your side. He hugs you from behind and slides into you slowly. Leaning back you connect your lips to his for a passionate kiss as your bodies move together. His arm hooks under your knee gently lifting it up. Your lips continue to move together as if you needed the other to breathe. The feeling of heat pooling in your stomach was a reminder that you were walking closer and closer to the edge.

With your lips against his you murmur, “I’m so close.”

“Come baby,” he rasped with his lips still brushing against yours.

His sweet as sin words were the only thing you needed, you over the edge moaning his name. Dropping your leg he laced his fingers with yours as he found his own release. He slowly thrust a few times riding out his high. 

Removing himself from you he laid on his back staring at you with his pretty eyes and a soft smile. Laying on your back you looked over at him and were well aware that you have fallen in love with the man in your bed. You weren’t sure if he felt the same way, but you knew he felt things for you he didn’t even know existed. 

-&-

You had just finished working the morning shift at the diner. Walking into your home you removed your coat and headed off to your room to change into something a little more comfortable. 

Before you could even pick something out to wear your phone starts ringing. Reaching into your jeans pocket you pulled out your phone and couldn’t help but smile at Changbin name and photo showing.

“Hello,” you say with your phone held up to your ear.

“Are you home from work?” he asks, not even bothering to say hello. Whenever you spoke on the phone he normally likes to get straight to the point. 

“Yeah I’m home from work,” you sit down on the edge of your bed wondering why Changbin wanted to know if you were home.

“Chan and Minho are gone for the night at a dance competition,” he says.

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face at his request. In all the time you have known the boys you’ve been to the apartment quite a bit, but Changbin had never specifically invited you over. 

“I would love to come over.”

“Okay great, let me know when you get here,” you can tell by his tone that he’s smiling as he says this.

“Okay I’ll leave in a minute,” you say.

“Okay see you soon,” he says before hanging up.

You sit your phone down on your bed and smile. You hadn’t planned on seeing Changbin today, your original plan was to lay around being lazy, and just relaxing at home. 

Standing up you walked over to your dresser and pulled out the wine colored lace matching bra and panties set your had ordered specifically for Changbin. This felt like the perfect time to surprise him with it. You change into the matching set and then find something cute that is also easy to take off. 

The drive to the apartment is short and when you arrive you text Changbin telling him to let you in. The moment he opens the door he greets you with a kiss. Things between you are far from shy and timid. He’s now so comfortable around you that if he wants to kiss you he doesn’t think twice about it.

“Come inside,” he says, taking your hand. 

He leads into the apartment holding your hand as he leads you inside. He takes you into the kitchen and releases your hand walking over towards the fridge. You take your coat off, setting it on the kitchen island.

“Did you want something to drink?” he asks. 

“I’ll take a beer,” you say knowing that with Chan and Minho living here the fridge was filled.

He hands you an open bottle of beer

“So we have the bunker to ourselves?” you ask as you start to bring the bottle close to your lips. He nods his head as you take a drink. 

His warm eyes are locked on you with a curious look. You take another few drinks of your beer before sitting the bottle down on the island that’s near. 

“Okay, I’m happy we’re alone,” you say as you start to unbutton your dress. His head tilts to the side as his bottom lip is captured between his teeth. As you unbutton the final button you shrug your dress off you’re left standing in front of him in the matching wine bra and panties. His pupils grew larger as his hungry eyes traveled down your body. His eyes stopped on your mound that was exposed because your underwear are crotchless. After many hours of online shopping you found this lingerie set and knew you had to buy it.

“I bought this just for you,” you smile, taking your flats off.

He walks towards you and places his hand on your neck tilting your head gently to the side. He silently stares at you for a long moment. 

“Are you going to kiss me or are you going to make a girl wait?” you ask almost begging him to just kiss you already.

“Give me a minute to enjoy the view before I take this off,” his voice is low.

Reaching up you remove his hand from your neck and you step back. He’s watching you almost like a predator watching his prey. You stop walking when your body bumps the table.

“It’s all yours,” you say, reaching up to play with your bra strap almost teasing him.

“Is it only mine?” he asked, shrugging off his jacket. 

Slowly you nod and you smirk at him. He doesn’t seem to realize that you’ll only ever be his. He’s touched you in ways nobody has ever touched you before. You never trust anyone like you trusted him.

“I won’t ever be anyone else’s,” you say, finally gathering up the nerve to tell him how you felt.

He stops in front of you and reaches up, removing your hand from your bra strap, and slowly pushes down each bra strap one at a time.

“Are you saying you want something more?” he asked, leaning close to you with his lips near your ear.

Slowly you nod once again, you want nothing more in the world for this to be more than just causal sex.

“I would really like to finally know what having something more is,” he says before gently pressing his lips to yours.

The room suddenly felt like it was spinning as he pulled away from you. When this started with Changbin long ago you didn’t ever expect him to be asking you for more. 

“Show me how badly you want more,” you say with your lips brushing against his.

He places his hands on your soft sides as he stares at you for a long moment. You never felt safer than when you were with the man standing in front of you. He catches you off guard when he picks you up sitting you on the edge of the table. Leaning forward he presses his lips to your for a hungry kiss. Reaching forward you started to mess with the hem of his shirt as your lips moved together. 

Pulling away from you he pulls his shirt off, tossing it on the floor next to your dress. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to yours for another searing kiss as his hands played with the clasp on the front of your bra. 

As he undid the clasp your bra fell in your lap leaving you completely topless. He reached for it and looked at it for a short moment before he dropped it into the pile of clothes.

“Can these stay on?” he asked as his fingers glided across the top of your lace panties.

“You like them?” you ask, trying to sound seductive.

He nods with the corners of his mouth turning up.

You look down at his pants to see they’ve grown significantly tighter.

Your hands reach for his buckle but move your hand away and say, “that can wait.”

You aren’t sure exactly what he means by that. 

He rested his hands on your thighs and rubbed them slowly. You quickly learn what he means by that can wait when his fingers run up and down your dampen folds. He toys with your sensitive nub while your lips move together. The heat in your stomach grows as he wines you up. His lips move down your next leaving a path of gentle nips. You were going to be left with marks, but you didn’t care.

“Please take your pants off,” you groan.

Pulling his lips away from yours he smiles, “someone is eager.”

“I said please,” you bat your eyelashes and smile.

“Okay,” he reaches for his belt buckle and quickly gets his pants unbuttoned and he pushes them just far enough down to free himself. You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t care that his pants were still basically on along with his shoes and socks.

“I don’t have any protection,” he says with his voice sounding slightly panicked.

Reaching up you rested your hand on his cheek and said, “I’m on the pill and I trust you.”

“You trust me?” he asked.

A smile spreads across your face as you nod your head. You want to tell him you love him but you can’t help but be afraid that it’s too early to say that.

“Okay,” he reaches up, taking your hand away from his face and brings your hand towards his lips. He places a gentle kiss on your knuckles and your heart soars.

“Show me why I trust you,” you whisper.

His hands grip your soft hips pulling you close to the edge of the table. He lined up with your entrance and his warm eyes locked on yours as he slowly slid into you. A gasp passes your lips as he bottoms out. His hands still grip your hips as you reach forward to hold his face. 

Your lips brush as he slowly thrust into you. You moan his name quietly as his hips move into yours. 

You pull his face closer to yours pressing your lips to his for a hungry kiss. As your bodies move together you the coil in your stomach starts to tighten. With each thrust he seems to hit you in just the right spot. Pulling your lips away from his, you lean forward resting your forehead against his.

You’re both so lost in each other that you didn’t hear the apartment door open or the footsteps entering the kitchen. You pull away quickly when you hear Minho yell, “what the hell?”

Your eyes grow wide from shock as you are well aware that Minho just walk in on you in the middle of having sex.

“What’s wrong?” Chan says running into the kitchen. He soon finds the naked pair of you and Changbin in the middle of having sex.

Changbin pulls out of you quickly, reaches on the floor and hands you your dress in an attempt to cover you up.

“Seriously you two are having sex on our kitchen table we eat on,” Minho shouts turning around to avoid looking at the naked pair in front of him.

This is probably the most embarrassing moment of your life. “Can you please leave the kitchen so I can get dressed?” you plead feeling already embarrassed enough.

“Yeah we’ll give you time to get decent,” Chan says quickly leaving the kitchen with Minho following behind him.

You hold your face in your hands. Your cheeks are burning as you look at Changbin who is in the middle of pulling his pants up. 

“I thought they were at a dance competition?” you say still holding your face.

“They weren’t supposed to be home until way later,” he reaches on the floor and hands you your bra.

“This is the most embarrassing moment of my life,” you say, pulling your bra back on. “I haven’t ever had anyone walk in on me. I think I would rather die than face Chan and Minho again.”

“It’s fine,” he places his hand on your knee and gives you a reassuring look.

You both finish getting dressed and Changbin leans in and gives you a sweet kiss. Almost trying to let you know that everything was okay.

“I guess I’m going to have to face them sooner than later,” you reach down, taking Changbin hand.

Hand in hand you walk into the living room  where you find Chan and Minho sitting. They both look just as embarrassed as you. All four of you stand in silence for a long moment.

“So this is awkward,” you say, breaking the ice.

“Yeah totally didn’t expect to walk into our kitchen to find you and Changbin having sex,” Minho says awkwardly.

Your cheeks were still burning. Changbin had stopped holding your hand and rested his hand on your back. 

“I thought you guys were just hooking up at your place,” Chan says, speaking up.

You knit your eyebrows confused on how they knew you were sleeping together. You hadn’t ever mentioned it and you were pretty sure Changbin hadn’t told them.

“You guys knew?” you asked.

“You two aren’t the best at hiding it,” Minho states.

You couldn’t help but feel suddenly weird that Chan and Minho knew what was going on between you and Changbin. It wasn’t like you were exactly trying to hide it, it was just that you weren’t even sure what exactly was going on.

“Angel you constantly have some form of a hickey on your neck, and Changbin is constantly gone and won’t tell us where he’s going,” Minho says.

You reach up to cover the newest mark Changbin had left on your neck.

“You guys knew?” Changbin asks, finally speaking up.

“Yeah Bin you aren’t exactly great at hiding things like this,” Minho says standing.

“You guys seem happy together, don’t stop whatever is going on because of us,” Chan says.

You can’t help but smile at the fact that the boys were encouraging you to be together. Cas gently rubbed your back and you looked up at him and smiled.

“What exactly is going on?” Minho asked curious as to what was happening.

“She’s mine,” Changbin says with a proud smile.

“I’m yours?” you ask, still looking up at him.

“Only mine,” he smiles before pressing his lips to yours for a soft kiss.

Pulling away from him you look over at Chan and Minho who were just watching you. You let out a laugh and step away from Changbin. You walk over and sit on the couch across from Chan.

“So should we all drink some beers and hang out?” Minho asked.

“I would like that,” you say smiling.

Changbin walks over and sits next to you. He reaches over and rests his hand on your knee and gently squeezes it. Things just seem so right between you and can’t lie you love it.

Minho walks off to the kitchen and comes back with four bottles of beer and sets them down on the coffee table. You all pass them around and Minho sits down next to Chan.

“I’m totally fine with whatever this is between you both, but can we have a rule where you don’t have sex in public places in the apartment?” Minho asks, causing you all to laugh.

“I think I can guarantee that won’t happen again,” your cheeks burn with embarrassment just thinking about it.

The night is spent hanging out with the boys hanging out and having a good time. When it gets really late both boys head off to bed and Changbin asks if you want to stay the night. He leads you off to the room that he says in. 

Crawling in bed you laid under the covers in your bra and panties and Changbin was in his boxers. He held you close as your head rested on his chest.

“Changbin, can I say something?” you ask as you drew a circle aimlessly on his chest.

“Of course,” he responded.

“You don’t have to say it back but I want you to know something,” you say looking up at him.

“Okay.”

“I think I love you,” you don’t think you actually know, but you don’t say that encase he rejects your feelings.

“That’s good because I love you too,” he says.

A large smile spreads across your face as you look up at the boy you were in love with. He holds you close as you fall asleep in arms. Everything feels perfect knowing that you this was more than just sex, and the boy  holding your felt the same way you did. He loves you and you love him.

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❤︎ forever is a long time, but I won’t mind spending it by your side ❤︎

an; how Tokyo Revengers characters realise they have fallen in love with you; warnings: none, slight angst, fluff, slight manga spoilers

characters; mikey, draken, chifuyu, baji

For as long as you could reminisce, MIKEY and you have been thick as thieves, doing all sorts of shenanigans (with most of them being his idea of course) and enjoying the time of your youth together. How you wish good times could stay like this forever; just the two of you running through the labyrinth of streets without having a single worry about what the future has to offer, the thrumming of footsteps echoing against the asphalt pavements as chime-like chortles reverberate in remnants of the dwindling sunset.

The two of you have been through ups and downs throughout the years, yet you and him would always seek for solace in each other’s company. The one incident, though, which brought both of your hearts closer than ever — was Emma’s passing. In the dingy bedroom, it was the first time you saw Mikey’s walls collapsing as he leaned into your chest, raw cries laced with heart-wrenching pain reverberating through the solemn midnight air. It broke your heart to witness the tough blonde in such a state of despair; he had lost way too many people already, and the light that was long lost in his hollow eyes now bore semblance to an impenetrable void — devoid of life, and the will to live.

“Hey, y/n ...” A meek croak cut through the lingering silence. “What does it feel like to be left alone ... before you get to realise all of the people you’ve loved is gone?”

Hearing that, your eyes were glassed with a layer of tears that was threatening to overflow. Nonetheless, you held it back, leaning forward as you pulled the blonde into your arms and gave him a tender hug.

“I know how it feels, Mikey ... it’s painful, you’re left alone, you want the agony to stop ... but you’ll not be shouldering this on your own. I’m here for you ... when you need me, okay? So please ... don’t bottle up all of these feelings by yourself. We’ll share the suffering and live on. Promise?”

People came and go in his life, yet the only one who stayed with Sano Manjiro until the very end was none other than you — his first love.

DRAKEN’S instincts have always been spot-on, and this is the same just like any other time — the only thing special is you being in the picture. From the day you become acquainted with the gang’s vice commander, Ryuguji finds himself gravitating bit by bit towards you. He would look forward to seeing you at every meeting, feeling his heart sink whenever you can’t hang out with him, Mikey and the others; initially the blonde only thinks that it is nothing more than a measly feeling — friends would look forward to hanging out with each other, right?

But it is soon proven to be wrong when an unintentional comment from him reveals his feelings towards you to everyone.

“Where is y/n? It feels a bit different today —“

As if everything is in slow motion, his friends swivel their heads around — stares burning into the back of his skull with their jaws dropped.

“Dude, you’re totally into y/n huh.”

Oh shit.

Before the blonde realises, everyone starts to bombard him with questions; not that they aren’t happy for him who finally manages to find the one, but rather — how do polar opposites like you and Ryuguji attract one another.

“Dude, you’ve totally found the right one!”

“Man I feel jealous that you have your eyes on them first! I would’ve shoot my shot if I were you.”

“If you don’t man up and confess, don’t blame me for stealing y/n off their feet —“

“Hold on!” A yell from him is all it takes to make the gang quiet. “How do you guys know it’s love? I mean it can be anything —“

“Just how dense can you be, idiot?” The others chime in unison.

Someone save him, boy is hopeless sometimes.

To pinpoint how he has fallen in love with you would be immensely difficult for CHIFUYU, there are way too many moments where he just finds himself diving headfirst into love! But if he has to choose the exact instant which kindled the flames of adoration, it would be every little bits about you which make him lovestruck.

He loves how your gaze softens at the sight of pets running around every time you come and visit him at the pet store he works at, cooing over how endearing you look as your eyes crinkle when kids wave to you on the streets, admiring your patience and kindness towards everyone you meet — the list goes on and on. Falling in love with you (to him) feels like a typical romance troupe which he has read ad nauseam in shoujo mangas, yet experiencing it firsthand is definitely a first for him.

And of all the attributes he loves about you, the one which makes Chifuyu ascertain his feelings is how you could see the good in people whom you hold dear to your heart — him included.

The sky fades into a myriad of pomegranate pink and indigo as the two of you hang out at the park after the gang meeting has ended, each of you eating an ice cream. With you finishing yours first, you turn over to look at the blonde, only to discover that he has some smudged on his cheeks. Seeing this reminds you of your childhood years together where Chifuyu also had ice cream smeared over his face — the nostalgia of it making giggles roll off your tongue, earning a perplexed look from the vice captain of the first division.

“What are you laughing at y/n??” It only make you laugh harder as his whining reaches your ears.

“Nothing! It just reminds me of how we used to hang out at the same spot when we were younger, also eating ice cream whilst watching the sunset. You also had ice cream all over your face back then. I can still remember that cute ass look on your face ~”

“Come on, it’s in the past! Stop mentioning it y/n, I’m going to die from embarrassment before long. You better attend my funeral —“

“Cute and dramatic as ever Fuyu.” You give him a tap on the nose. “But you know what? I feel so glad that fate brought me to this adorable kid with ice cream all over his face back in the days, and I’m grateful for having you in my life Chifuyu.”

Poor boy almost suffers from a heart attack.

BAJI adores your duality; whether it is watching you coo over street cats or casually firing comebacks at his occasionally snarky remarks, he embraces both sides of your personality, thinking it is what makes you unique to him. Other than that, the teen finds himself drawn towards you for another reason. Being the motherly figure of Baji and his friends, you would always make sure they take care of themselves, chiding them gently whenever they neglect their health; it is something in which he values a lot — he might be known as one of the toughest fighters in the gang, but Baji is also a teenager at heart.

Whenever he needs to vent, you would be there to lend an ear; every time he falls ill, you would rush to his house with warm chicken soup and all the necessary medications to take care of him until he feels better (despite him telling you that he is capable of taking care of himself, which he isn’t). Occasionally Baji would show up outside your bedroom window bartered and bruised, and you would put aside the things you are doing at that moment to dress his wounds, giving him a nag on how he should prioritise his safety over anything else.

You are like a pseudo parental figure to Baji — his solace and anchor whenever life doesn’t go as what he expects; he could never ask for more from you, but deep down — the teen knows that people would eventually drift apart someday.

And a part of him wished this would last forever, that he could let down his walls and be the middle school Baji that yearns to be taken care of by nobody other than you.

The longer he’s spent time around you, the more the queer sensation in his gut stirs. Baji could feel his heartbeat becoming frenzied each time he is hanging out with you, and his usual confident facade would drop as the teen stutters over words. And being rather dense at the beginning, nothing dawned upon him until Mikey and the rest almost have to withhold the urge of bonking Baji in the head for not realising how he’s fallen head over heels for you, did he realise all of this is love after all.

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[folklorelise]

Captain’s girlfriend taking care of the kids

PART 1: here

 - Eren when his experiments fail

When you found out that Eren was a titan, you and Hange would talk about non-stop which would drive Levi crazy.

”Erwin agreed to my experiments!” Hange informed you one morning, really excited.

”Can I come please?”

”Levi’s the boss, gotta ask him.”

”He’ll say yes!” you cheered.

Hange brought you to the old survey corps headquarters which was where the experiments would take place. It was also where Levi’s squad where.

”Leviii!” you yelled happily.

”No.” Levi stated once you were beside him.

”What do you mean ‘no’?”

”I meant no you’re not supposed to be here. How did you even know about Eren?”

”Hange told me because I am their best friend! Please let me stay.” you begged him. To your luck, Levi loved you, so he agreed to it. ”But you stay behind me, I don’t want that titan touching you.”

You greeted Eren just before he went into the pit.

”Eren, you got this!”

”Thank you Y/N.” Eren answered nervously. ”You are going to be there?”

”Yes, I’ll there the whole time so don’t worry about it.”

But during the experiment Eren just couldn’t transform, no matter how hard he tried to bit his hand over and over again.

”We should stop, he’s obviously hurt.” you protested.

”It’s Hange call.” Levi explained while taking you far from Eren in case he would transform.

”Y/N! Come back please, Eren’s hands aren’t healing either.” Hange screamed.

You ran to Eren and started to put alcohol on his hand and bandage everything.

”Are you feeling alright Eren?” you asked.

”Why can’t I transform?”

But before you could say anything, Hange took Eren. Levi walked to you and took your hand in his.

”Don’t worry about him. He’s going to be fine, he’s a titan.”

”Yeah...”

That night, you brought Eren his food.

”I’m not really hungry.” Eren assured.

”You have to eat, you didn’t eat anything at lunch too so you have to now.” you said putting his tray on his bed. ”Don’t force me to feed you like I did with Jean.”

”Fine.” he laughed.

”It’s alright if you didn’t transform today.”

”I disappointed everyone! Squad leader Hange had so much faith in me and I did nothing.”

”Eren, honestly, it’s fine because you don’t know how this works. Trust me, you’re doing great.” you smiled.

”Y/N...”

”Yes?”

”I heard something earlier. Something about the Captain.”

”Oh? What about the Captain?”

”Hange said that the Captain and you are... you know.” Eren ranted.

Except for the squad leaders and the commander, no one knew Levi was in a relationship with you. You did not hide it but wouldn’t scream it on top of every roof either.

”No actually, I don’t.” you hesitated.

”Captain Levi and you are... intimate with each other.” Eren whispered the last part.

”Yeager!” Levi yelled from outside the cell startling both Eren and you.

”Captain Levi!” Eren saluted him, spilling his soup on his bed.

”Clean that mess. Y/N, Hange is asking for you.” Levi waited for you to leave before talking to Eren, ”I didn’t know you were into gossip.”

”I’m not sir, Captain, sir. I apologise!”

Levi did not say another word and left Eren alone so he could find you.

”Hange didn’t need me.” you said once Levi entered his bedroom. ”What did you say to Eren?”

”Nothing.”

”Riight. Anyway, let’s sleep because there’s nothing else we can do.”

”I can think of one thing we can do.” Levi whispered next to your ear.

 —————

 - Armin after he killed a guy to save Jean

You were fighting alongside with Levi against Kenny and his soldiers.

”I can take care of this Y/N, go back to the kids.” Levi ordered.

”I’m helping!”

When you went back to the cadets, you spotted Jean corned by one of Kenny’s pawn. You were ready to shoot the person, but a gun was fired before you could. You thought for a second that Jean was shot dead, but that unknown person collapsed right in front of Jean. You moved to where he was and found Armin with his gun still pointing toward the dead body.

”Oh...” you mumbled, ”Armin, are you okay honey?” you knelt down to him.

”I... I killed someone.” he voiced absently.

At night, you were preparing the bedrooms in the abandoned house before joining the rest of the squad outside.

”... you save Jean.” Levi said.

You looked at him asking him what they were talking about and he nodded toward Armin.

”We should all go to sleep, it has been a long day.” you suggested.

Before walking away, you made sure Jean was doing great and then you went to see Armin. He was sitting in the corridor, holding his gun as if his life depended on it. You sat down next to him and he automatically rested his head on your shoulder.

”You did great today. You saved your friend’s life.” you tried to cheer him up.

”Levi said the same thing.”

”Levi’s never wrong.”

”I...” Armin started after a long pause, ”I constantly feel like I’m going to puke and I can’t sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see myself pulling the trigger.” he finished sobbing. You circled your arms around him and told him it was going to be fine.

”Do you want me to stay so you could sleep?”

”I- you have to sleep with the Captain though...”

”You can come in our bedroom then, I think there a couch there.” you cheered softly.

”Captain Levi wouldn’t agree.” Armin guessed.

”Don’t worry I’m sure he’ll say yes.”

—————

”What? No!” Levi shouted.

”Oh my! Not that loud! Armin is just outside!” you shouted back just as loud, ”but please say yes.”

”Is he supposed to sleep between us or something?”

”I was thinking about... hm, how do I put this delicately?” you asked yourself, ”I was thinking you should sleep on the couch because it might be uncomfortable for him to sleep with you.” you said cautiously.

Levi stared at you without smiling, saying ‘are you serious?’. Armin at this moment came in the bedroom worried.

”I don’t to be the cause of a fight, I can sleep with the others, it’s fine!” Armin inquired.

”Fine.” Levi sighed, ”but I’m not sleeping on that that thing.” he showed the old couch.

”The bed’s big, it’s fine!”

You were in the middle while Armin was on your left and Levi on your right. Armin fell asleep rather quickly while you and Levi were still awake.

”So that’s how my life’s going to look like? You and these kids?” Levi stated.

”They won’t be needing me anymore in a few years, so then it’s going to be just you and I. How does that sound?”

”Great. Sounds great to me.” he answered while spooning you. ”Are you really spooning Armin?” Levi asked you.

”Yeah, it’s more comfortable for the three of us, believe me.”

 —————

 - The night after Armin was captured as Historia (after that weirdo who said weird things and touched my boi)

When you found Jean and Armin, you kicked that old pervert in the balls and threw in far away from Armin. That same night, you found him crying silently outside of your tent. You and Levi sat down beside him.

”You did great.” Levi told him.

”I’m sorry you had to go through that.” you said.

”I think he’s asleep,” Levi started, ”That boy falls asleep so quickly when you’re here, it’s insane”

”Should we just sleep here?”

Levi ended up carrying Armin to his tent and you and Levi stayed with him, because neither of you could sleep anyway. Through the middle of the night, Jean opened Armin’s tent slightly and you came out.

”What’s wrong?” you asked worried.

”I just wanted to make sure Armin was alright.”

”He’s asleep which is great. You can’t sleep either?” you saw that Jean just looked away blushing, ”come, there’s enough place for a giant like you.” you joked.

When you came back Armin was awake.

”Why aren’t you sleeping?” you asked to which he responded with a shrug. ”Let’s all go back to sleep, and that includes you too Levi.”

Levi was right when he said that his life would the kids as long as you were there.

 —————

 - After the serum had to be given to Armin

Hange was screaming that Erwin had to have the serum. Mikasa and Eren were screaming that Armin should have it instead. While they were screaming, you were silently crying over Erwin’s almost dead body. Levi looked at you and for a second he thought about given Erwin the serum, but in the end, he gave it to Armin. When Levi made his move, you broke down crying, you were a mess.

You knew Levi had a special bond with Erwin and giving the serum to someone else was a hard choice. On top of that, Erwin was one of your closest friends. Which meant that you knew about his goal of discovering the secret about titans. And knowing how close he was to fulfil his dream broke your heart. Hange was beside you, on their knees beside Erwin. Very soon after, Levi joined the two of you.

”Y/N,” Levi started, ”I-”

”W-we have... we have to bury hi-his body.” you said sobbing uncontrollably, ”we can’t... we can’t just let him here.”

”Y/N, we still have to go to the basement.” Hange explained while you refused to let go of Erwin.

”I can stay here, I can wait for you to come back.” you chocked on your words.

That night, you hardly had any sleep. Levi holds you in his arms the whole night. By the morning, you had stopped crying, there were no tears left to cry.

”Do you want to go and eat?” Levi asked you.

”Not hungry.”

”I’m still going to grab some bread for us.”

The day passed too slowly for you, you stayed in the infirmary the whole day, but no one needed help - almost every member of the survey corps were dead anyway. But someone still knock on your door late in the afternoon. Before you could answer, the door opened on Armin. None of you talked - you could only assume that Eren and Mikasa filled him in about what happen.

”I can’t replace Commander Erwin.” Armin whispered. ”Please don’t hate me.” he faltered.

”What? I could never hate any of you! How — why would even think that?” you yelled.

”Erw—”

”Erwin’s dead yes, I know! But— all that matters is that you are here, and I’m glad you are.” you calmed down. ”I’m glad you’re still alive.”

Armin came running toward you and hugged you so tight that you could hardly breath.

”I thought you’d hate me.” Armin confessed.

”I would never because I love you.”

  - Reunion with Reiner

When you heard Gabi saying that Reiner had passed out, you follow her without saying anything. She showed you the house where Reiner was, and you opened the door slowly. He was on the ground, wrapped up in an old and thin blanket.

”Reiner?” you asked softly next to his ear, ”wake up and tell me if you’re hurt somewhere, Gabi told me you couldn’t heal properly.”

He groaned and opened his eyes. The last time you saw him was during the Shiganshina attack he planned with Bertolt and Zeke.

”I-”

”Reiner, are you alright?” Gabi asked worried.

”I just need to rest.” Reiner answer looking away from your stare.

You sat down and put Reiner’s head on your lap so he would be more comfortable.

”Sleep a bit before the others come, then we’ll move again.” you told him.

”I’m sorry.” Reiner whispered. He turned his head toward your stomach and curled up on himself. He was so afraid that you reject him after what he did, but he was one of your kids — you could never throw them away when they needed you.

—————

  RANDOM HCs

- Sasha would always ask you for your food because she knew you could never refuse.

- You always helped Connie take care of his mother after she was turned into a titan.

- One of your ritual with Armin would be reading together at night, before sleep. After hearing your stories from when he was sick during the training days, he never got tired of hearing them.

- Mikasa teaching you combat skills because she does not want you to die during expeditions.

- Once during training years, you tried to separate Jean and Eren and received a punch from Eren. They apologised a lot and you said it was fine, but Levi was so mad he almost went there himself to kick their butts.

- Reiner, Bertolt and Annie feeling bad because you were always so nice toward them. Plus, when you saw Annie again, you just hugged her and told her you were glad she was back.

  —————

MASTERLIST

NEXT POST IS GOING TO BE: that one time the kids called you ”mom” and that one time Jean called Captain Levi ”dad” —> really excited to write this one :D

Also, yes it was a lot of Armin but when I made my rough drafts of ideas, it was a lot of Armin. Also (x2) shorter than expected but yeah, wanted to get this out of my system before writting something else, hope you guys liked it though :) also (x3) it did looked better in my mind

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[hollyhomburg]

Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring. 

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts, 

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic!  i wrote this drabble in one sitting! 

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do. 

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new. 

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible. 

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks. 

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~” 

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise. 

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today. 

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts. 

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings. 

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point. 

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts. 

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved. 

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day. 

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence. 

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours. 

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??” 

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

-  “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands. 

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.  

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~ 

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[tender-rosiey]

I just recently discovered ur blog and let me just say...*heart squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze* SO SOFT AND ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME I JUST LOVE *squeal* HOW SOFT EVERYTHING ISSSS AHHHHH... anyway i REALLY I'm thriving for Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi reacting and what they will do discovering Y/N is pregnant^^

❥ BSD characters discovering that their s/o is pregnant

Includes Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: AHHHH I AM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WORK LUV 🥺 I hope you enjoy this one as well 💘 also I tried changing from headcanons to a really small drabble here :D

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai never wondered about how tomorrow will play out, he never looked forward to it. He never thought about his future unless it ended with him taking his life away. He never thought he would be committed to live let alone to someone.

But you came in and changed that for him.

First from strangers to friends, from friends to best friends, from best friends to lovers, from lovers to fiancé’s and from fiancés to husband and wife.

He never imagined being in a relationship with anyone yet here he was laying on the couch with you trapped in his arms while talking with a voice he always found music to the ears.

“Hey ‘samu..” your voice suddenly called out to him in a small tone while he tilted his head. Why did you get anxious suddenly? Did something happen? Why are you nervous? He couldn’t place his hand on whatever made you feel this way right now but nevertheless he wanted assure you.

He rubbed your back hoping it can give you a push forward and that you can tell him what’s on your beautiful mind. “...what do you think about having a baby?”

Oh. So that is what it’s about.

“It’s just a hypothetical question by the way!” you stuttered confirming his suspicions before he hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I am pregnant ‘samu..” you ended with a smile. “Thank you...thank you, thank you..” he kept repeating the same words like a chorus that he memorized by heart.

Dazai was happy, his heart is full. He didn’t take a life now, he made one. He made one with you, his beautiful wife and his loving belladonna. Eyes getting teary, he smiled against your skin. He pulled back and connected your foreheads.

“God I love you more than anything.”

He said with a tone nothing less than sincere and passionate. Had you expected this reaction? A part of you told you that he won’t like it, but another told you he will be the best father he can be and won’t leave you.

And then the mood turned 180 degrees as Dazai turned to his goofy self and started screaming “WE ARE GONNA HAVE A BABY!” And that’s how he started his mission of telling everyone in the ADA about the wonderful news.

But despite his exterior, you both knew that he was genuinely happy with it and it’s not his clown mask that is supposed to convey his true happiness authentically. That’s why what’s under the mask and behind the walls is only preserved for you.

His belladonna, wife and mother of his children.

Chuuya Nakahara:

You felt somewhat confident and more assured about telling Chuuya about the two lines that changed your entire lives.

He had been having a baby fever lately, always glancing at the babies’ isle, sometimes trying to subtly make a baby laugh and feeling joyful when it does. It was another reason that made you know he is a wonderful father.

You heard the door of your house freak open with the usual “I am home!” of your dear husband. You smiled at the sound of his voice and felt a kiss on the top of your head. “How are you, dove?” He asked before hanging his coat and taking a seat beside you.

You giggled and assured him that you are okay then held his hand. “Chuu I wanna show you something.” You carefully let out, you had been planning this for a long time after all. He squeezed your hand ushering you to go on.

You got a box and placed it on the table. Chuuya started wondering if you got him a gift. Excitedly he looked at you then back at the box slowly pulling off the top of it. He pouted in confusion when he saw a pink shirt, nevertheless he took it out and saw the writing that said “Mama Chihuahua”

He blankly stared at the shirt and let out a mocking laugh “very funny, dove.” You encouraged him to keep looking and the next thing he got out was a blue shirt with “Papa Chihuahua” he furrowed his eyebrows starting to see a certain pattern.

He subconsciously hoped it was what his heart desired for some time now.

He lastly pulled out a yellow baby onesie with the writing “Baby Chihuahua” he then gripped the shirt tightly and looked at you in complete shock and disbelief. “Y/N you are-“ “ pregnant.” You ended with a soft grin.

Chuuya hugged you tightly and cheered, “HAHA YES FINALLY I HAVE BEEN WANTING THIS!” He started peppering kisses all over your face and chuckling, it truly fulfilled what his heart has been longing for.

Chuuya held your hand and kissed the ring on your finger and vowed once again but for a different person “I swear on my life that I will protect you and our baby from everything and anything.”

His eyes held a certain look of stern and honesty. Chuuya was always a loyal man to anyone who shows that they deserve it and he was one to keep his promises.

And until now he had kept himself true to his vows, and he won’t hesitate or fail to be true to the one he made just now.

Atsushi Nakajima:

(Atsushi is aged up to 23 cause I am not letting you guys be teenage parents at 18 👩‍🦲)

Atsushi was always good with kids. It honestly reassured you that whenever you guys will have a child then it will be easy and nice for them to interact.

Despite rambling a lot about how kids are adorable and how he wants to squish their cheeks, He has never asked you if you ever wanted a child or suggested having one. Not that you were expecting him to since he does get shy quite often.

Even after 5 years of being together and being married just last year, kisses from your turn his face into a pink hue. Truly a lot of milestones have been placed in your relationship and you two enjoyed every single one of them.

Today however was a new milestone.

As soon as his eyes landed on the pregnancy test you forgot on the sink of your shared bathroom last night, he got overwhelmed. He held the test shaking and slid to the ground.

You are pregnant.

Happy tears flooded his yes as a smile cracked so wide reaching his eyes, Atsushi was strong when needed but right now he wanted to show even to no one just how happy two dashes made him be.

He stood up slowly not to wake you up and kneeled down to your bed. He kissed the top of your head, wiping his tears so they don’t fall on your face and wearily whispered “thank you...”

He held your body tenderly and a smile never leaving his face as he kept talking to your tummy hoping that even now his baby would hear him and know that his dad is already ready to welcome him with open arms.

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[spidernana]

Day 4: Tired

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34214341/chapters/85306531

Some days it was good to be a basically invisible, ephemeral being. It came in handy when snatching things out of unsuspecting monsters' pockets, drawing on people's faces while they slept, and sticking gum in obnoxious do-gooders' hair.

Chara still hadn't forgiven her for that one... heheh.

But some days, Frisk was convinced that it was the hardest thing in the universe. Those days were ones like these, when her absent-minded floating around the chimney tops in Snowdin Village (not any one in particular... the skeleton brothers' just happened to have a great view over the forest) was interrupted by a louder than usual slam of the front door, so hard the windows shook in their frames and several drifts of snow slid from the roof and to the ground below.

Couldn't have been Papyrus... she'd seen the lanky layabout slouching off towards Waterfall with Chara hours ago. They'd be sure to be gone til the night cycle, at the very least... Chara loved to watch the crystals in the dark, and her skeletal bone-friend loved to distract her from them as best as possible.

Tsk.

So it was Sans... and he was in a mood.

Not that that was an unusual event. Sans always seemed to be in a mood, ranging from gloating giddiness to tempestuous rage, and liked to inflict his varying tempers on everyone in his vicinity. On top of that, his personality was overwhelming and electrifying, despite his stature, so it was nearly impossible to even pretend to ignore him, he was just too magnetic for that.

You could say that she, in particular, need not play party to the older skeleton monster's vacillating moods... he should, among all others besides Chara, not even know she existed. And yet she tossed away a scrap of paper she had been reading, an advertisement of some sort for a fortune-telling monster bearing an evil grin and three eyes, drifted through the roof of the large, two-story house, through a dusty and disused attic chock full of lovingly packed boxes of photographs and baby monster toys (he had been a very doting older brother, while raising Papyrus... she'd looked over nearly every one of the pictures in her boredom), and through the ceiling of the room where she was certain Sans had stormed off to anyway, because despite all logic, despite her shock and trepidation over the fact... Sans could see her. He always had been able to, from the moment he spotted her hanging around behind Chara's shoulder, that first day on the snowy roads in the forest.

She didn't understand it... she'd been dead, and long forgotten, surely, by just about every monster in the Underground. The taste of that fact was a bitter one, one that had, at first, brought to life a vengeful hatred... but Chara's kind heart, and Sans' ability to see and speak with her (whether he wanted to or not; she'd hung around him almost incessantly since she'd discovered his ability, despite his explicit and violent demands that she be gone), had stilled her vengeance, and awoken something she hadn't felt in ages gone.

Curiosity.

This was what brought her to the captain of the Royal Guard's bedroom late in the evening, peeking through the plaster and paint cautiously to ensure he wasn't... busy (neither spoke of the time she had found him occupied, for lack of a better term... though she thought of it, on occasion), and found the skeleton monster, oddly still wearing his armor, collapsed face first on his extravagant and lusciously made-up bed. All the blacks and reds blended in so well that she nearly didn't spot him lying there, and wouldn't have but for the long and weary groan he let out, muffled by the pillow he seemed to be hugging.

The mischievous grin that had grown across her face, in anticipation of annoying the prickly monster further, vanished as she watched him hug the pillow to himself tighter, the plates of his armor catching the light of the one lamp he had bothered to turn on.

This wasn't like him at all. Something was wrong.

Slowly, so slowly that she almost felt silly for doing it (it's not as though her movements made any sound... she just had the strangest inclination not to disturb him ), Frisk glided down from the ceiling to the floor, to dither uselessly at his bedside. The crack slowly but surely marching its way over the top of his skull seemed to grin at her, from this angle, mocking her inability to help anyone now, and for a moment, a long, silent moment that carried and echoed and stung, she considered just leaving again. He'd never appreciated her presence, not really... she liked to hang around just to get a rise out of him, honestly, and he was always willing to give her that.

But now... there was no desire to pester him now, and in the lack of her usual occupation, she was uncertain of what to do. She could offer him little comfort... that sort of thing was outside her wheelhouse. Should she go to Waterfall, and tell Chara that her best friend was in need of her company (more than the mutt, at least...)? Maybe she could-

“If you are here to mock me, princess, I would like for you to get on with it and leave me. I am not in the mood for much more distress than I've already dealt with today.”

Frisk jolted, any remaining fragments of a soul she still had nearly leaping from her ghostly chest. Sans hadn't moved from his position, face still buried in his pillow and legs curled nearly up against his chest, but had somehow known she was there.

Another curiosity...

“I'm... I'm not gonna do that today,” she managed to whisper, once her shock had settled, and sat on the edge of the bed, as near to him as she felt she could without upsetting him further. For a monster his age, and an unmated one at that, Sans was rigorously insistent on propriety, and had nearly shouted himself hoarse the first time she'd welcomed herself into his bedroom, despite the fact that she was all but literally a ghost. He'd given up that fight awhile ago, after she'd made it clear she didn't intend to listen to him on that account, but she did allow him the space he insisted two unmated people required between them.

Not that her touching him would do anything. No one had ever felt it when she'd tried to make contact with them before... she had the ability to touch and manipulate inanimate objects, but had never been able to exert her will enough to affect anything living.

Maybe if she touched their souls... but that was another thing entirely. Off-limits. Taboo, and akin to possession, more than likely.

She was getting lost in her thoughts again. Damnit.

When she withdrew from her own, slightly see-through head, it was to face the monster she had sat beside head on, his cracked and narrowed sockets, lit with fiery pinpricks of scarlet magic, watching her with clear and disdainful mistrust. It was always such a rush, to know he could see her... Chara could feel her presence and hear her, but Sans was the only one that had ever actually looked at her, after she'd woken up as a spirit.

“You'll forgive my skepticism, considering your proclivity to bother me at every possible moment,” he scoffed, laying his skull on the pillow again but keeping his face turned towards her, and Frisk could only shrug. She had no way to refute that, in all honesty... it was true.

Why did it leave her aching, in the strangest and most impossible way?

“Fair enough. You just... don't seem okay. Are you? ...okay?” she replied, tapping ethereal fingers against a nonexistent knee, and Sans flicked the flecks of light in his sockets over her face, his mistrust lingering for another, tense moment before, alarmingly, he seemed to buckle, the tension in his body falling away. His sockets turned away, to consider his intricately decorated duvet, and his arms clenched more tightly around his pillow, until she could almost hear the cotton within complaining.

“...You are possibly the only person I can tell this to, with full confidence that it will not leave the room,” he murmured, his jaw, lined with sharpened fangs, gritting as he chewed over whatever was going on inside his skull, and Frisk leaned closer, now more than rapt.

Sans sighed, not even glancing up to look at her, and squeezed his sockets shut, as though his words hurt for him to even be able to consider seeing them realized.

“The queen has been facing criticism for giving Chara refuge rather than killing them... and she has decided to blame me for it. All I have heard for the past two weeks have been calls for my head, or at the very least my resignation. I have no intent to back down, and I can more than defend myself, but...” he paused, his words falling away and his expression hardening.

“But I doubt myself. Did I truly have a good reason to spare them? Was I blinded by foolish sentiment? And my brother... would it have been kinder for Chara to die before he knew they were soulmates? Losing her now would kill him, but then... perhaps it would not have. I do not know. And it irks.”

He turned his face away again, pressing it deep within the comforting embrace of his pillow.

“I am weary of it all, princess. More tired than I ever have been,” he murmured, Frisk could only stare at the back of his skull, at a complete loss. She knew her mother could be petty, but this was just disgraceful. Mercy was a new sentiment for most monsters, certainly, but Toriel couldn't really be so cowardly as to throw the only person that stood up for a helpless human amongst literal monsters under the bus.

Well. Maybe she could. She'd been cowardly in much more pressing circumstances too...

Frisk teetered there, for a moment, on the brink of simply leaving him to his difficulty (who was she to give advice? She'd utterly failed where he had succeeded, she had no right or ability-)... before letting out a ghostly sigh of her own. She reached out a hand, from a long dead but still present instinct, to touch the back of his skull comfortingly, knowing full well that he wouldn't feel it but wanting to do something all the same.

“As... as someone that went that road... made decisions that cost monsters their freedom, and someone dear to me their life... I can tell you that you made the best possible choice. Chara deserves to live, and monsters can find another way, rather than through hate. I didn't see it then. But you did. Don't doubt yourself over that, not when you've done more good than anyone,” she muttered quietly, rubbing her thumb over the back of his skull, and then let out a chuckle, shaking her head as she pulled her hand back to her own custody.

“And as gross as it is to see them together... Chara and Papyrus deserve the love they have. I don't think you really believe it would have been better for him to never have felt that way. Not with how much you care about him,” she finished, smiling despite herself, and fell silent when Sans, his armor clanking against itself solidly (that stuff must weight a ton... crap, how strong was he?), sat up and turned to look at her, almost through her, so hard that she felt she shouldn't have said anything at all.

She thought she saw his hand start to rise to touch the back of his skull, for an ironically breathless moment, hope singing through her so quickly and suddenly that it made her ghostly head spin (what...? Why did she want him to be able to feel her so badly?), but he merely adjusted the seating of his armor on his shoulders before folding his arms across his chest and raising his cracked brow.

“Surprisingly insightful, for you. I must say I am impressed,” he snarked, the barest hint of a smile pulling at his fanged mouth, and Frisk rolled her eyes, pushing off the bed and into the air with a crude snort.

“I've got more where that came from too, if you'd ever do more than cuss at me. Don't you know how to talk to a lady?” she sniped, sticking her tongue out at him, and Sans barked out a laugh, smirking fully up at her now.

“Let me know when a lady is present, and I will treat with her appropriately,” he replied cattily, and Frisk, with a huff and a blown raspberry, glided her way up through the ceiling without another word, though, for some reason, their banter had left a warm and permeating glow within her, spreading from her invisible fingertips to her ghostly toes.

She'd seen another side of Sans today... one that had surprised her. Maybe she should try to talk to him more, rather than just pestering him constantly. She could ease back on it...

Heh. Only a little, though.

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Sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, suddenly alone and feeling a little more empty for it, Sans looked, for a moment, at the spot that the ephemeral vision of both loveliness and irritation had sat in only a moment before, and raised a gloved hand to rub at the back of his skull.

As she had spoken to him, words of wisdom that had touched his soul more than he cared to admit, he had felt... something, though he wasn't sure what, glide across the back of his skull. More than a breeze, and less than a caress... could she have touched him?

She was an odd enough being, for a ghost... maybe she was able to. Or maybe she was something else entirely...

He brought his hand back around, rubbing his fingers together and looking at them intently, as though expecting something, some sort of proof, that it had really happened. Of course, nothing was there... but the sudden and aching sensation of disappointment was such that he had to hold his hand to his chest for a moment, thrown by how much such a short and simple meeting had affected him.

Perhaps it was nothing.

...or perhaps it was everything.

#frans #franstober #day 4 #tired #fellswap #flirty flirt #poor sans #works so hard #self doubt

[sweetcathedral]

Note: Finally back from my break! Lots of things keep happening in my life that I’ve never expected, so I’m busier than usual, but I have queued up some quick stories for the next few weeks. Although this was inspired by the Are You Am I dresses, it’s more centred around Catholicism that I have a love-hate relationship with. Enjoy!

⚠️: 18+, fem! reader, altar sex, raw, church sex, overstimulation, creampie/breeding

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Cut the act. You’d be fighting me, if you really opposed it,” Sukuna scoffs, admiring the view of your legs spread open—laid on top of the altar. Your ripped stockings, now webs of black thread, running across your thigh, like it’s still trying to keep him from tainting the last bit of innocence you had left. Beams of light fell from the skylight of the church, casting a soft glow on the God that was once loved, but now abandoned and left to be eaten by what he created.

“The hell are you wearing?” Sukuna arched his brow in a grimace expression.

You looked down at your outfit, not seeing what could be wrong with it. It’s your first time wearing something like this; a silk dress with dainty straps and a raw hemming that looks like it’s about to come undone & sheer opaque black stockings. “I don’t see anything wrong with it, does it look bad?” Sukuna strides towards you, analyzing your outfit, even lifting the hem of your dress as if he doesn’t know what’s already there.

“I will never understand the evolution of clothing in this era,” he cocks his head to the side with a placid look in his eyes. Ah, right. He died a long time ago.

“What did people used to wear in your time?”

“Fabrics that actually clothed them,” he tugs at your stockings and wiggles his finger in them, still trying to wrap his head around its function.

“Hey, stop that, it tickles and it feels weird,” you giggled, pushing his hand away.

“I don’t see any point in wearing it. I could rip this off right now.”

“Sukuna, no! This is expensive!” you bicker at him, clinging on to your dress as he tugs at it like a child does when they want their mom’s attention.

“Just ask Gojo to buy you a new one when we’re finished.”

“Finished?” the sound of threads shredding apart startles you.

You scan yourself like a puppy chasing its tail to see if he’d actually ripped your dress apart. Nothing, but something felt off—looking down at your stockings, you see that there was a large slit running down your leg, exposing your thigh.

"Heh, whoops," he flicks the small shred of fabric off his nails, walking you into a corner. The shadow of the room contrasts his face making his eyes glow a deeper crimson. "Don’t look away from me," grabbing your face, his nails dig into your skin as you try to fight off his grip. Lifting you against the wall, he softly drags his nails along your exposed thighs, teasingly drawing circular patterns the higher up he goes.

"Sukuna," you pleaded softly, his hand now on your neck, lifting you ´til you were on your tippy toes & trying to balance yourself so that you wouldn’t fall into complete suffocation.

"Shh, someone might hear you," he whispers in a low octave. You forgot you weren’t in a closed off area. The two of you were originally sent to an abandoned church to investigate a curse user of the Roman Catholic religion, that is until Sukuna took over Yuji’s body.

Your body jolts at Sukuna brushing his knuckles over your clit. The heat of you traces over the length of his finger through the thin fabric of your panties, stifling a moan. "Don’t be shy. It won’t be your first time sinning in front of a God," he cooed in your ears. He told you to be quiet, but he really just wanted to see you hold yourself back as he evokes your temptations & diminishes your composure. He loves seeing you corrupted, especially when it’s in a respectable church built to honour a God who guides herds of blinded sheep.

Only shame & humiliation wash over you as you avert your gaze from looking at the smaller crucifix hanging over the doorway the two of you came from. He turns to look in the same direction you did, a sly grin stretches from ear to ear. “I have a better idea,” his eyes narrow in defiance as he turns to look at the God overseeing the center aisle.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Cut the act. You’d be fighting me, if you really opposed it,” Sukuna scoffs, admiring the view of your legs spread open—laid on top of the altar. Your ripped stockings, now webs of black thread, running across your thigh, like it’s still trying to keep him from tainting the last bit of innocence you had left. Beams of light fell from the skylight of the church, casting a soft glow on the God that was once loved, but now abandoned and left to be eaten by what he created.

You released a deep exhale at the feeling of something soft and wet trailing over your inner thighs—Sukuna. The warm feeling eases the tension all over your body and you can feel the heat of your blood pumping in your ears, his face getting closer and closer to where you want him the most. “Maybe we should find a more private setting,” you try convincing him.

“Now why would I want that? Just look at how wet you are down here,” he bites on your panties and pulls them off, revealing a dripping mess. It was embarrassing, immoral, but there was something about how good it feels to be doing something so wrong. The thrill of it sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins, your heart beating against your ribcage. More. “Tell me what you want.”

Everything, but even that thought wasn’t enough. “I want you . . . to take me to hell,” you whisper to him.

Taken aback by the words that just came out of your mouth, he brings himself back with that same sly grin and a soft look in his eyes. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

From one moment to the next, Sukuna drove your sanity out from you until you could think of nothing, but only him. The bold movement of his tongue reaching in to taste you, his fingers teasing around your clit and fondling your breasts, his lips pressing on every part of your skin, leaving wet splotches that are deep enough in colour to bloom into an aching bruise afterwards.

“Sukuna,” you lift the hem of your dress over as you fold your legs to your chest—revealing your painfully aching cunt, glistening with desire. The syllables of his name roll off the tip of your tongue like nectar. “More.”

“You don’t need to tell me,” he pulls your hips towards him, enough for your cunt to be pressing against the thick bulge fighting the strain of his black jeans. The altar creaked, as if in disappointment, at the sudden weight change.

Mesmerized by the sight of you laid on the altar like an offering, he takes his time to soak in the image, burning it into his mind; the burnished oak altar with the scene of the last supper carved beneath it, a warm glow cascading from the skylight of the church and the large crucified God, looking down at the lustful act unfolding in his house of worship. But then the feeling of your hips impatiently bucking at him interrupts his thoughts. “You know, they say patience is a virtue,” pleased at your eagerness.

“Fuck the virtues.”

“What a bold thing to say in a church,” he softly chuckles, the sound of his zipper perking your ears.

You reach for his belt, but he laces his fingers into yours, pressing your hand down. The tip of him brushes against your soft folds, lubricating itself with your juices. Without a struggle, his cock unfolds you, pushing a welcoming entrance open between your legs. Your walls flutter in excitement, pulling him in, as the creaking floors of the church groaned in disapproval.

“Oh, God,” you gripped at the altar cloth.

“You should moan louder for the angels to hear,” he thrusted into you harder than when he entered, the sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls. “Fuck.”

All righteous thoughts were purged out of you, like a soul being cleansed anew at adoration. Demon. It wasn’t your first time with him and it definitely won’t be your last. You can feel your body getting desperate to finish as you began to buck your hips faster.

“Closer,” you held your breath, arching your back.

The sound of his name falling off your lips sends a painful feeling of the need of wanting more. He wanted to strip away your senses to see a side of you that no one else has ever seen, the first to discover you and explore whatever you hid away from plain sight. That is what drove the King of Curses, Father of All Sins, to greed.

Echoes of your panting and moaning became a choir of sultry tones, replacing the familiar sounds of organs and bells in the church. Even though your legs were trembling from reaching your limits, he kept on going, ignoring your pleas and begging.

“Not yet,” he grunts in your ear.

“Please . . . I can’t take it anymore.”

Tears stream down your face as you grip onto Sukuna’s arms. The feeling in your legs were no longer there and you were having a hard time controlling your tremors. Just when you thought you couldn’t reach another climax, your cunt began pulsating rapidly as your body uncontrollably tensed up again.

When Sukuna pulled out, a waterfall of cum spilled out of you and pooled onto the altar cloth, dripping down the carving of the Last Supper. The two of you pant in exhaustion, he’s laying on top of you with his arms wrapped around your head, his hand firmly holding you close to him.

You brush your fingers through his hair, reciprocating the same affection back. “Tell me you’re finished for today,” you giggled.

“I wanna say ‘no’, but that’d mean you’d be knocking on Shoko’s door again.”

Both of you laughed as you teasingly tugged at his ear.

“Should we clean—!”

As he helped carry you off the altar, you looked back at the aging oak and crumpled cloth that had been perfectly fine and untainted—now dented with deep inhuman scratch marks surrounding the faint imprint of where you laid.

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