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agirlwholovesrockstars · 7 months

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need your loving tonight

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

summary : Eddie is trying to make amends with you after he acted like an idiot to you but no matter how hard he tries, you wouldn't forgive him for his mistakes

word count : I hope this won't be too long 😭

warnings : 18+ MDNI Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both 20, EVENTUAL SMUT‼️, protected sex (as they should) Jason Carver I know I'm sorry 😖 Eddie being dumb at some points, reader might be too harsh with Eddie here, happy ending? will see 🙃

what to expect : lots of ANGST‼️ in the beginning but fluff in the end, friends to lovers

note to reader : VECNA & UPSIDE DOWN DON'T EXIST HERE! it would be nice to read that Eddie is begging for your forgiveness hehe

author note : I love Queen and this is my ultimate favorite song of all time never get tired of listening to it- if you haven't- MY GOD! SHAME ON YOU! 😤

He struggles not to get mad at you

He struggles not to get frustrated at you

He struggles not to hate on you

What happened?

Did he have done something wrong?

Hell

Hell yes, he did something wrong with you

"I'm so fucking dumb" he mumbles to himself

"What did you say?" Jeff says as he flips the next page of his comic book

The voice of his friend made his snap out of his thoughts while he's looking at you at the other side of the cafeteria

"uh- nothing" he clears his throat, straightens himself up and he averts his eyes away from you

Jeff looks up to his friend with critical eyes as he observes him, slowly putting his comic book down on the table, he turns around and he founds you there

"Ah" he chuckles shaking his head, he finally understands the situation

Eddie catches this and he questions him "Excuse me?"

"Make it up to her, man" Gareth says as he takes a sip from his canned Coke

He swings his head over to his other friend, confusion expression sitting on his face clearly

"Woo her" Dustin added while he's writing on his science notebook

Eddie quickly shuts his eyes as he responds "Was I too obvious for thinking about her too much?"

"Stop moping around and talk to her!" Lucas leans in, his tone is serious making Eddie nodding taking his words carefully

"The more you don't try to fix, the more she'll gets angry at you, been there done that" Mike raising his hands up as he tries to forget the idiot things that he did to Jane

"What the hell- did you to her this time, Munson?"

All of them turn their heads at the other voice, it's standing right there next to Eddie looking at him down with a stern look on his face

The look is not threatening but Eddie can see it that he genuinely cares

Eddie just lifts his head up to see the man standing beside him and he can see the guilty and sadness on his eyes

He sighs "I don't know anymore, dude...." He trails off

"He probably done something asshole to her girl" Jeff fills him up

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes and then turns to a pointed look

"I-I'm sorry, man, it's the truth!" Jeff surrenders

He shook his head as he leans his back against his seat

Eddie's eyes always goes back at you for everytime he tries to rethink and remember those past few weeks before you chose to ignore him

It's been 3 weeks

It almost looks like he doesn't even exist to you

He should've known, a girl like you who got a heart of gold, nicest soul

Could turn into something else that he never expected to happen

You became mean, hateful, rude, impolite to him

The only time he sees you smiling and laughing so sweetly is when you're not close to him

But whenever your eyes falls to him, it changes into anger, it flashes to him so sharply that he can feel your gaze stabbing into him

He knows he deserves it for treating you this way

And my god, both of you have been bestfriends for years and he never thought this day would come

The day he will never ever forget is that you despise him, every bit of him irritates into your core

He can't blame you, you've been together since elementary, he knows how much you give your whole heart to someone you love

And then he just chose to fucking mess things up

"Answer me, Munson"

he puts his food tray on the table, it made Eddie flinch a little, he goes straight back into reality again

"What's going on between you and her?"

Eddie breathes from his nose deeply, he looks down shamefully

"You can still bring her back, you know, it's not too late"

"How can I ever talk to her if she doesn't give me a chance?!" Eddie finally speaks throwing his hands up while stealing a glance at you

You're staring at him coldly

Eddie can't even look at you like that for long giving him that icy glare

The man beside Eddie gave a gesture to Jeff and Gareth to scoot over on the side so he will have a seat next to Eddie

Eddie rubs his face, he's stressing out, his friend can see that

"It's not the right time to give me advices, Harrington"

"Look, dude, I just wanted to help you, if you lose her you're going to regret it, believe me"

Eddie stare at him for a second, he nods along for him to continue

"What did you do that might upset her?" Steve tries to look at his friends eyes

The whole crew looks at him directly, awaiting for his answer

Eddie swallows he knows he's gonna get scolded from his friends and if Wayne knew about this

He's a fucking dead man

"b-before the 3 weeks happened, we h-hang a lot like the usual a-and then I-I think she gives so many hints that s-she liked me and I thought she's j-just expressing her l-love to me as a f-friend and then few days later it feels like she's n-not the same anymore until s-she finally let it all out that she h-has feelings for me"

"and then what happened?" Mike asks

"She told me she w-was fine, she'll be in t-touch with me until I received a letter from her, I'm still confused and I don't know what she meant about it, I reread it like a million times and I think-"

"you think what?" Lucas cuts him off

"She d-doesn't want to be with me a-anymore" Eddie said the last line like he was holding his breath, he breathes out shakily

"Well, that sucked" Gareth saids while Jeff nudges him in the stomach as he gestures to be sympathetic for his friend for a moment

Steve facepalmed for a second as he tries to think of something

"What did you do after she..." Dustin glances at you before he continues "confessed to you?"

"Here's the thing, Henderson" your voice goes behind his back making Eddie tense up at the fury anger coming out from your voice

All of the boys stare at you like they've been caught

"He fucking acted like our friendship together didn't exist and let me guess he told you I was the one who got cold right?"

All of them nod and then they scrunch their faces up making it harder for Eddie

You laugh in disbelief "What y'all boys didn't know right after I confessed at him, he just acted like it was nothing, he just go on day by day like nothing happened, just like that" you shrugged

You lean down close to him, his breath hitches being you this close to him while you're in rage

"He expects me to be like?!? Do the same shit that he did?!? No fucking way" you whisper on his ear and he squeezes his eyes shut

All of the boys are intimidated seeing you like this

They're used to see you being so lovely and fun like Eddie

But now, they get it, why Eddie can't just talk you out of it

"That's why I wrote him a farewell letter to end my misery and his misery because I'm such a good person" you say the last word clutching to your heart sarcastically and smiling

Your forced smile drops, you say one more thing before you leave "Even though he doesn't deserve it" you scoffed at him while you look at him up and down

He pushed his seat back running after you

You ignore him calling out for you until he finally reaches your hand you turn around

You slapped him across his face making the other students gasped and you don't even care if the other students having prying eyes on you and him

"Oh shit!" Dustin exclaimed

The whole gang stand up from their seats, jaws are dropped and shocked as they watch the scene unfolds

There's a bit of regret of what you just did to him but you can't help it, you're just so mad at him for invalidating your feelings and you hate that you got rejected at your most beloved and important person in your whole life

You wished that you didn't confessed at him, if only you knew that this is going to happen

But it already did so.... you'll just hop in onto the fire and burn and live through the chaos of your emotions

"Don't you try to touch me again, we're through" your eyes became glossy but Eddie knew that's how you get angry

You rip his hands off from you as he watches you disappear in the cafeteria

Angry tears coming out from you eyes and he hates that he's the cause of it

He only sees that if you're having problems at your life and now he's the part of it

He hates himself for it, for letting this happen

If only he wasn't so dumb about it, this wouldn't happen

He is making this hard for you, he doesn't even know where to start

He's tearing up, half of his face burning up from the slap that you gave him, it turns to a bright red color from his cheek

All of his friends goes after him, giving him a pat behind his back

Jeff and Gareth both saying in unison "Are you okay?" he just nods weakly and he sniffles

"Now all of you believe me?" He told them referring to the question earlier "just talk to her"

"I believe you, man" Steve sighs and he gives a small smile to his friend

It's been a month ever since you slapped him

Eddie's eyes still longing on for you everytime you brush past by him

He's trying to look into your eyes and tell you that he's sorry

"I think you're too hard on him" Robin says as she offers you a cherry lollipop, you grab it and unwrapped it and you stick it out to your mouth

You watch Eddie with his friends cheering for another successful D&D meeting

Your heart aches at the sight of it, you should've been there if it wasn't for the unfortunate events that happened

Even his friends are in celebration, you can see his eyes and his smile not reaching to his ears, he is not happy because you're not there

"I think you might be right" you remove the lollipop from your mouth

Robin's voice is muffled from the lollipop as she darts her eyes to you and to him "What- wait- how's so?"

"He isn't like the kind of trying to get my attention, he stopped doing that"

Robin smirks "You miss him, don't you?"

You huffed and chuckled "There's no shame in that, and you know it, Robs, yeah I do miss him" you admit unashamedly as you popped the lollipop back in your mouth

She gives you a empathetic smile

"Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he is truly sorry for what he has done"

You stare at her, This is the only time you let your walls down, Robin can see that you're also longing for him

You're just wearing this facade of yours so don't that he can't see how you truly hurt

At least that's what you think

Eddie knows it and you know that he can see right through you

You gave your friend a warm smile "I'll think about it"

"I just wanted for the both of you to be happy, I don't want you guys end up giving each other's cold and hatred remarks when they can be together again" she says as she puts her hands on her pockets

You nod at her, you're now thinking deeply about it

Eddie decided to ignore you or maybe if possible, forget about you

He gets even more scared of the letter you gave him that haunts him til' his day

He'll have to learn to forgive and forget

Which is impossible

He goes out looking strong but whenever he saw you, all of his courage to not acknowledging your existence just quickly fades away

He can't sleep either, he just keeps rolling around his bed all night, he can't stop thinking about you, he doesn't even know how he can get rest enough for the next day

His body aches and he stopped trying to get talk to you, he doesn't want to argue with you anymore, he's exhausted, he knows how will end up

Another slap from his face

He groans and goes back to his previous bed position as he throws a pillow on top of his head

He knows what you need, you need space, but he's trying his best to stay away from you he can't remove himself out of you that easy

He got even more mad when he saw you talking to another guy at school

Eddie can't deny his looks, the guy is good looking, maybe he's one of the popular guys at school judging by the way he dresses

His eyes turn to jealousy, his jaw clenches when you giggled about the guy was saying to you

He furrow his brows, he's the only one who can make you laugh like that, his heart drops of what the future might be

He would rather die seeing you holding hands with another man when he must've been the one with you on his side

He'll eat his heart out on how much he loves you

Eddie walked inside of the men's restroom

"It's a good thing you let her go, man"

Eddie raises his head looking for the familiar voice in the room, he rolled his eyes when he finally see him

It's Jason fucking Carver

Until he freezes, he can't recognize him because of the dim lights but his posture and his mannerisms

It's him, he's the guy that he saw with you

He is now simmering with anger, he knows guys like Jason just get girls and leaving them after they got what they wanted like they're pieces of trash

"Just get the hell away from me, dude" he spits out

He laughs darkly "I'm giving you a piece of advice, freak"

He gives him a daggering stare at him, a warning

"Girls like her, are too much of a work, they think a lot, they're unstable and hell, too fucking sensitive"

He shakes his head at his words and scoffs, he goes by the sink and wash his hands

Jason follows suit and he leans his back as he continues to talk

"You should get yourself a girl who doesn't have anything like her, just by one look she knows what you needed"

The faucet keeps running, he pauses, he knows exactly what he mean by that and that alone just pisses him off

Jason flinches at Eddie's action by holding him up by his collar pining him behind the wall

"I don't want any girl, Jason, I only want her, I am not like you breaking every girl's heart in Hawkins High, you're full of shit!" He punches him causing him to open the men's door

Throwing Jason in the process on the floor, making every student halt their tracks as they watch the scene, Jason can't even give a fist to Eddie

Eddie grabbed Jason again by his collar as he give him 2 blowing hard punches on his face, making him bloody enough to not speak to him ever again

"Next time, Carver, I hope this will mark that you won't fucking talk to my girl that way" he pushes him down, Jason weakly nods and he grunts while he slowly crawls away from him

It's like the universe is helping you to get back together, he turned around to see you standing there

It's the only time he is seeing you not giving him any cold shoulder instead he sees shock, pity, and hopeful?

He blinks and stares at you for a bit, he turned his heels and walked away

You tried to follow him, you sigh of what you just witnessed

"Another suspension again, son?" Wayne asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee as he glances at his nephew, washing the remnants of blood from his fists, it appears to be bruised from the punch

"Yeah, I blew Carver's face off" he plainly said

Wayne almost choked from his coffee, he clears his throat

"Pardon?"

He turn around to face him "I punched him after he talked shit to my girl"

He says it all at once, he realized of what he has done, he slowly looks up from his uncle who is now staring at him with a smug on his face

"Your girl huh?" He places his newspaper down on the coffee table

He sighs in exasperation "Who am I kidding? Why am I jealous, she's not even mine"

Wayne's smug smile falls as he stands up goes over to his nephew, joining him on the couch

"Tell me, what happened, son?"

Wayne already knew to what he has done with you, of course he's upset about it, Wayne likes you so much that he treats you normally like you're a part of his family

You can also feel it whenever you spend your time at their trailer, Even Wayne doesn't say it he's not much of a big talker but it just feels natural, it's home and that added more to your pain

"She saw everything that I made a scene, I turned around and saw her there standing, I thought I'm going to receive the same glares but-" he pauses as he shifts from his seat

He looked at the framed photograph of you and him on the top shelf, both arms hanging around on each other's shoulders, his heart beats fast when he looked at your beautiful smile, he misses seeing that smile of yours

"But?" Wayne says as he puts his hand over his knee

"She doesn't do it anymore, what does it mean? Does that mean she's not a-angry at me anymore?"

Wayne is proud of himself, he taught him well, a true gentleman like he is

Except for the idiot part, that's on him

"I think she's giving you a second chance"

Eddie looked at him, he grows nervous about it

"And by that chance, boy, don't ever waste it" he points at him giving him a pointed look

Eddie nods at his uncle as he throws his head on the sofa

This is it, you're giving him a chance, he is still certain that he wants you, he will do anything to make things go back to normal

The question is.... Do you still want him? or you just wanted reconciliation from him?

Tuesday, The Hideout, Eddie is there

Forest Park Hills, you arrived at 7pm

There's so many memories that you and Eddie created in his home, just by looking at it, makes you wanna sob about it

You knocked on the door and saw Wayne standing in there

His eyes shines in delight, the moment he sees you, he has the same grin that you always loved with Eddie

He hugs you that you gladly accept

"Oh! It's you! how wonderful to see you again"

"I'm very happy to see you too, Wayne"

He pulls back and invites you inside "Come on in"

"Where's-"

"He'll be back-"

"After 11pm, yeah I know" you chuckled slightly

He goes straight into the kitchen and offers you a cup of coffee that you always liked and thank goodness he has a box of butter croissant and that he bought after his salary, a treat for him and his nephew

"Thank you" you say softly

"Why'd you come here? Not that I don't mind you coming in here everytime you want"

You're chewing on the flaky pastry "I-I felt bad for him for what I did to him"

He nods as he listens to you carefully

"He deserves to know the all of the answers that he's been dying to know"

You reach out for your mug shakily, you drink it

You can't hold back the tears anymore, you put down your mug before you can break it

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't apologize, it's okay" Wayne didn't waste time to hold your hand

You calm down for a bit as you exhale slowly

"I think he learned his lesson"

"W-What do you mean?"

"One time, he told me, he had an idea, he will be on his knees, begging for you, for mercy and ask for forgiveness"

You bursted out laughing as he laughs as well with you

"I embarrassed him, enough, Wayne, I slapped him in the cafeteria, last month"

"You- did what?" His hold on you drops as he places over his hips

You winced at of what you just did "Oh shoot, he's been through, already, Wayne, don't tell me you're going to reprimand him about it, I thought you knew"

He chuckles "He will be, if he loses this last chance"

You smile at him shyly, Wayne knew that you and Eddie had a thing for each other, both of you are just afraid, until one of you finally speaks up and turns into heartache

"I always knew, even my boy doesn't go fully into details but I know what's going on"

"Thanks, Wayne"

He never fails to make you laugh, you always feel safe whenever you're with the Munson's, he radiates the same energy like his uncle

"No, Thank you for making my dear boy happy, I don't trust that school aside from you and his friends, he got a lot of hard times on his life and I thought I would never see him this way, the moment you existed, I just know he'll be okay"

You gave him a heartwarming smile, you sniffled

For what Wayne just said, you know everything will work out just fine

While putting away the music equipments

Jeff looking at his friend, he doesn't want to meddle with his plans but he cares for his friend he just wanted to know

"Do you think you can still have her?" He asks

Eddie has this weird gut that's been going on all night, he doesn't know if it's bad or not

"I think so"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, man" he smiles genuinely and just like that his friend knew he'll be alright

"Good for you, man, I'm happy for you" he holds him by the shoulders

"Just don't do anything stupid to her this time" Gareth walks past by them while holding a big speaker

Jeff calls him out for being too hard on the words that he's giving to Eddie, he just laughs as he says "Got that!" he loves that for Gareth for being real and just speaking the truth

He is thankful for having friends like them

Eddie came home, he is in a state of shock to see you in there, laying on the couch, asleep, with his blanket

"I'm off to work, son" Wayne says as he swings his bag over to his shoulder

Before he exits, he says "You want her?"

"Yes"

"You want her back in your life?"

"Yes!"

"Then fight for her, boy" he says, he gives him an encouraging smile, he leaves while closing the door on his way

Eddie puts his beloved guitar down and places it on the side of the room to where it's safe

He crouch down to look at your face, even you're sleeping, you're so mesmerizing to look at, he missed looking at your pretty face

He watches as your chest rise and up and down, his eyes widens when he recognized the shirt that you're wearing

It's a gift that he gave to you last Christmas, his favorite Metallica bandshirt, you're wearing black leggings and a black cardigan

He can't help himself that he reaches out to touch your face and he caresses it

You stir up and your eyes flutter open and it lands on your sweet lover

"Hey"

"Hi" you rise up and sit down as you scoot over to offer him a seat

He goes under the blankets as well

You yawn and Eddie thinks it's the most cutest thing he ever seen

You rub your eyes as you looked around "Wayne?"

"Uh- he left just recently"

"Oh"

You both sat together in comfortable silence

"I'm sorry" you both turned your heads around at the same time, both saying the same thing in unison

Causing the both of you to laugh, he wheezes

After trying to calm down from your laughter

"I miss you, Eddie"

"I missed you too, sweetheart, so much"

You don't want to spoil the moment but you had to "I don't like that you keep leading me on, building up my feelings and just leave me there hanging, after I confessed my true feelings with you and you acted like it was a joke, it hurt me a lot"

"I know and I am so sorry like truly, I am, if only I go back I would've done better but I didn't"

He moves even closer to you and he can't believe that you let him hold your hand

"I regret it everyday, I hate that I was the cause of your pain, I can't sleep at night thinking about you"

You looked into his eyes, holy shit, he is telling you the truth

"I love you" There's no ounce of dishonest, zero hesitation on his voice

You gasp "That's all I ever wanted to hear"

He closed the gap between the two of you, he slammed his lips onto yours

You kissed him back, both heavily breathing, he smiles into the kiss as he swipes his tongue onto you, you sigh in content as you throw your arms around him, holding the back of his head as he deepens the kiss, you moaned

Until your back is laying flat down on the couch as you both continue to make out

It's the kiss that you always wanted and it's everything

He pulled back "Am I forgiven?" He knits his eyebrows together

"You sure are" you smiled back at him as you pull him by the collar, you kiss him passionately

Eddie might cry, the gut that he was feeling earlier was a good sign

You sat on his lap, he puts his arms around your waist, breathing your scent like it adds to his lifespan, you frown at the bruise from his knuckles

He seethed when you rub your thumb over it "I'm sorry" you whispered

"You really meant it, don't you?"

"Was me drawing blood, isn't enough for you?"

You snorted, you move your body to face him, you're now straddling him

"There's one more thing, though"

"Yes, anything for you, darling" he says as he drew circles on your forearm

"You need to prove it to me" you start grinding on him slowly, he hums, as he looks at you from up and down, he took the hint clearly

You yelped when he carries you putting you down on his bed

"Please, go easy on me, I'm fragile" you say coyly

He chortled "Look, honey, I don't want to rush-"

"Are you gonna do it or spend your rest of your life that I am not yours?" You say bitterly rolling your eyes in the process

"Fuck- ah shit! Of course, I don't want that!"

"Then fucking just do it!"

He pulls you down causing you to squeal from his action making him laugh devilishly

It makes your thighs clench, he saw it and he looks up to you "Didn't know I had a effect on you like that"

You're about to slap him again until he grabs it and puts it down

"I don't think so sweetheart, not this time"

It's the first time you got alarmed from his action, it turns you on

He leans down to whisper behind your ear "I'm the boss here"

He removes your leggings with your underwear at the same time, he removes his shirt and his pants

His eyes grow lustfully as he sees your cunt, so wet for him and only just for him

He puts his hands over your knees, to open wide for him, you shiver under his touch

You reach down at the hem of your shirt, he stops you

"Let me do it, sweet thing" he winks at you

His hand goes behind your back to unclip your bra and remove it

"Oh my gosh" he places his hand over his mouth as he looks at you, admiring your naked body

You became bashful on his gaze, you tried to cover yourself

"I'm so lucky, goddamn!" He exaggerates the last line making you giggle

As he reaches on the drawer, he pulls his boxers down, you saw the length, it's big

Your mouth became dry

"Are you still up for this, sweetheart?"

You nod at him

"I only accept verbal answers, baby"

"Yes, Eddie, I'm ready"

"I'm gonna to take care of you, just tell me if it hurts, I'll stop"

"Okay"

He distracts you from kissing you, your forehead crumples up

"Too much?"

"I can take it, hold on"

"Just relax, angel"

The moment he fills you up, you're so fuck drunk in the feeling, you can't even register that he's inside of you

He holds your hip and raises one leg as he thrusts into you slowly

You whimpered and he is so fuck drunk like as you do, your pussy squelches in the most sinful things sound ever

"Stop clenching, I won't last long" he grunts

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you run down your hands on his chest as you copy his thrusts making him groan

"Faster, Eddie, please move"

"I got you"

He places both of your legs around his waist, he holds both of your hands as he fucks you speedily

You wrap your legs around him tightly bringing him deeper, making you moan even harder

He flushes down on you, he nuzzles over your shoulder, you wrap your arms around him, you both moan at the sweet sensation

"Wait- Eddie- d-don't stop!" Your moans turn into high pitched screams

You used your last energy to bring him around so you're place on top of him, he gasps as his face contorts into pleasure

"I-I love you so much, E-Eddie" you moan as you grind him

Eddie watches as your pussy devours his cock gliding down smoothly like it was made just for him making him buckle his hips

You arch your back and your head falls down on the side, as you continue to ride him, cheeks are flushed, your eyes are closed can't hold them longer enough, you're so lost in the feeling

Eddie sits up as he holds you close, both burning bodies with so much ecstacy feeling both of your minds, both panting, a bit sweaty for getting all worked up

You kept saying his name "Oh- Eddie- Eddie- Eddie- ah"

"I- l-love you more, sweetheart, y-you're the best thing that is ever happened t-to me, holy shit, baby" he cusses on how good you feel

Making you clench and he groans, you smile to him lazily

He pulled you even more close causing your moans into scream, you grind him so fast, he holds your hips placing your legs around him, he squeezes your breasts, he plays with your clit, making you moan even louder

You start bouncing on top of him as you remove the pieces of his hair on his face

"My p-pretty boy" you say, biting down the another wave arousal coming in

"M-my pretty g-girl" he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he says as he holds you tight your legs are trembling, you shout his name as you both came undone

You kissed his cheek as you bring your arms around him, he is still holding you, he kisses your shoulder

"That was awesome"

There he is, the boy that you always loved, he is always unserious

You laughed, your laughing body shakes as you hide your face on his neck, you pulled back

Admiring his tattoos, he smiles down at you

Once you calmed down, he peels himself out of you, you winced at it a little, everytime he tries to pulls out slowly and carefully he says sorry, he takes care of you

He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed

He opens his cabinet, he grab a clean boxers and a pair of DIO bandshirt

He settle for his blue striped pajama pants, he stays shirtless

He says he'll be at the kitchen getting a glass of water, he offers you and you said yes

He has that silly smile again, you missed seeing that

None of that matters anymore, the important is that at the end, you're still together

You noticed a familiar polaroid picture on his bedside table, you reach for it and it reveals

It's you and him together celebrating your 20th birthday, you recognized his handwrite on the bottom, it says

"My best girl, ♡"

Your eyes are now brimmed with threatening tears to spill for any moment

"Here you go-" he stops as he sees what you're holding

"You kept it?" Your tears fall into tears of joy

He shows you a warm smile, he hand out the glass of water and you drank it, he kisses your forehead as he places the glass on the beside table

"I always kept everything that remind me of you"

Your heart flutters to what he just said, you hug him tighter making him shocked but he recovers as he realizes your muffled cries on his chest, he felt the tears that goes down

He pulled back to look at you "W-What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna lose you, Eddie, I want you forever in my life, I'm so sorry for acting like that"

"Hey, you have the every right to act that way, you have to right to be angry with me because what I did is absolutely unforgivable"

You hiccuped and he shushes you as he pulls your closer

"You didn't lose me, sweetheart"

You raise your head up to look at him, your ears are open for what he has to answer

"You save me again, I didn't stop loving you and I don't think that I never will"

His swipes the tears using his thumb, you hold him from his wrists as you say "I also don't think I could never love on another person again unless it's you"

It's his turn to cry in front of you "That is the most extraordinary thing that I ever heard"

You smiled at him as you kiss him

Eddie woke up with you laying on his shoulder, on his bed and the brightness outside, making him eyes shut again

Your arms are laying on top of his stomach afraid that he might disappear from you

The scent of the air is your sweet bergamot lavender perfume, your shampoo now lingers on his bedroom sheets, he smiles down at you kissing you on the top of your head

Eddie overheard the front door opens, he heard him removing heavy boots as he anticipates for his uncle to peek on the slightly opened door

Wayne looks over he sees his nephew already staring at him as his eyes falls on you asleep, he slowly opens the door wide making the door creak

Wayne manages to give his nephew a thumbs up causing Eddie to bite back a giggle, he freezes when you start waking up

"Goodmorning, sunshine"

"Morning, Eddie my love"

"I would never get tired hearing you say things like that"

He leans in to give you a kiss but you pulled back, he got confused "What?"

"I just got woke up and I have bad morning breath" your voice is hoarse from the sleep

He tuts "I don't care" he ignores your protest as he kisses you and you melt with it

"Hey kids, do you want me to join for breakfast? My treat?"

Wayne calls out to the both of you and you jumped at his voice, making Eddie laugh while holding on his chest

"Sure, Wayne, we'll be right there!"

You didn't remove the clothes that you wore last night, instead you eye his red checkered flannel that you always loved, you wear it fond smile coming from your lips

He wore his muscle tee black shirt and wore his another pair of sweatpants

"What do you say, sweetheart? Pancakes or Waffles?"

You laugh at the memory, you feel all bubbly inside, you washed your face and dried it with a clean towel

You brush your hair as you put on a cherry lipbalm

You walked towards him "You always end up getting the same thing" as you watch him putting a silver chain on his neck as he sprays his musk cologne on him, the scent that you always liked

"You always loved Pancakes" you placed your arms above his shoulder

"You always loved Waffles" he tilt his head onto the side as he leans down to kiss you again

"I'd say it's a date" he flashes you a cheeky smile

"It's perfect" he opens the door for you as he hugs you from behind

You, Eddie and Wayne ate happily at Benny's

Eddie always gives you a generous piece of his favorite waffle even you don't ask him to do it

The morning feels vibey and a new beginning, you take in the fresh of nice air

You rest your head on his shoulder as he does the same

You're both finally at peace and happiness once again and this time, you both know, nothing will ever comes between the two of you

🎶Ooh, I need your loving, oooh I need your loving, Ooh I need your loving tonight🎶

here's a lil' sequel of this cuties together again <3 "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy"

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Arrangement (Roy!Sibling x Lukas Matsson)

((SUCCESSION SPOILERS))

Character/s: Lukas, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,732

Requested: hi!! can i request roy!baby sibling being sent to “woo” lukas in favor of the deal? they were indifferent at first but eventually fell for him. (not necessarily needed to be included but i imagine kendall would find out about the blood thing with ebba and try to tank the deal hahaha) - anon

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Hope you like it my love!!! This is based off the latest episode, so spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't seen it!! Thank you for requesting!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

You cleared your throat, following him through the doorway. Your glass was cold, the stem fragile, the red wine disgusting. Something expensive, Tom had poured, swishing around, threatening to spill. You took one last glance back. They stood huddled together, nodding at you, insisting you go in. You would have rolled your eyes if he hadn’t turned to see you, inviting you in. You smiled, cursing your family. Fuck Kendall, fuck Shiv, fuck Roman, and especially fuck Logan. The door shut behind you, making you jump. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything. I just want to talk. His hand fell the small of your back, ever so slightly pushing you along to where the living set sat. Fuck all fo them, you added at the end, over and over again until you were sitting across from him. The room was dark except for a few lamps. One wall was floor to ceiling windows. He had his back turned on the view, as if it didn’t matter, as if the only thing you should be focusing on was him. Shiv’s home had so many rooms, so many ins and outs, it was a wonder she didn’t get lost every day. You couldn’t help yourself, letting your eyes wander over him, above him, to the glittering city. It was too dark to see any details, but that didn’t really matter. It stood grand, solid, daunting in the darkness. Your home, for as long as you’ve been alive. It looked its most perfect at its most blurry, shunned from the daylight.

He looked tired. That was the first thing you’d noticed about him when he showed up. He wasn’t some godlike creature they all feared he was. He was just some guy in a gold jacket. The bags under his eyes were puffy, as if he hadn’t slept in a while. He brought Ebba and Oskar with him, making fun of them as if that’s what all bosses did. You weren’t sure if you should laugh or not, so you said nothing. Everyone seemed uncomfortable but him. You had Gerri, Frank, and all of your siblings. An army, and for what? This guy? You tried to hide your smile. This was the guy everyone had been worried about? Leave it to them to be dramatic. Jesus, you could have stayed in the home. It was a last minute invitation. Whose idea, you’re not sure. After everything with dad, you were more than happy to tag along. It was a wanted distraction. The thought sent a shiver through your body. This election party was a nice distraction, even if it meant schmoozing with this guy. He shook hands with your brothers, and attempted to hug your sister, stopping at you. His eyes seemed to light up. You went in for a hug, unsure of what else to do, as Kendall introduced you. Y/n, the baby of the Roy family. You’d never met him before. You weren’t even sure he knew you existed. You were as far removed from the company as possible. You just weren’t interested. You had a life outside of all this. You thought everyone should do the same, though the idea isn’t well liked. He likes you, Roman said while you two followed the rest to a private room. Was that true? He just learned your name, and yet, it seemed like he couldn’t take his gaze off you, even if you were the least significant Roy in the room. You had no idea what the deal was, what you were supposed to be rooting for, only that it was worth a lot and it was keeping your brothers up at night. Shut up, you hissed back, really wishing you’d said no. The deal went well in Norway, so you thought this was just a formality. You had no idea it was falling apart behind the scenes.

It was their plan all along. Kendall and Rome had learned his “type”. He had a weakness for someone who looked like you. It didn’t hurt that you were the youngest, either. Barely legal, Roman always joked, though you were far older than that. They knew bringing you along would help, at least it would offer some sort of distraction, like a parting gift. He gets to talk to you, stare at you, imagine whatever he wanted, and they’d get their deal. All you had to do was stand there and look pretty. You’d figured it out quick enough. You played nice, used your best manners, but they were acting strange about it. They watched your every move, paid close attention to everything you did and said. They waited for him to laugh at your jokes before they found it funny. Lukas seemed distracted by you, too. He lost track of what they were talking about, having to be gently, constantly reminded. Even out on the grass, surrounded by his team, the rest of you left to mingle, he always found his way to you. Rome was right. The more he got to know you, heard your sarcasm, your jokes, your unfiltered thoughts and feelings, the more he seemed to like you. Want you. Over the balcony's edge, he followed you out, stood beside you, asking you questions, needing to know more. What were your interests, your hobbies, why weren't you more involved in the company. They never took their eyes off you, wanting to make sure what you were saying was okay. He wasn’t even supposed to show, but he did, and you were his bait.

Is he always like that? You ask, taking another rancid sip, Oskar I mean. He was high, obviously, and keen on making everyone he came into contact with uncomfortable. He talked about your body in ways you’d never thought at a political party. Lukas came to your defense immediately, seriously, making him and Ebba jump at his tone. You hadn’t expected him to be so offended on your part, but he seemed genuinely upset, leaving the pair in favor of your company. Like an asshole? Most of the time, yes. He chuckles. I am sorry for his behavior. You force a smile. You should hear what they all say. They’re on their best behavior tonight. There were a few Nazis here, it could have been much worse. He nods, understanding, having gotten a warning speech from your sister about how to act and what to say. He asks how you’re doing with your father. You shrug. No one’s asked you since that night. It still feels unreal. He talks about his own father. You can’t help but notice how human he looks all of a sudden, so fragile, so small. You almost feel bad for him. Despite the situation, being offered up to him like a piece of meat, he’s a kid just like you, like your siblings, pretending to know how to handle this niche slice of adulthood. You make a joke about the wine that gets you a smile. You become more comfortable with him, letting your shoulders drop, your spine slouch. He speaks of Sweden, how beautiful it is, how much he misses it. About his past relationships, that they never seemed to work out. About your family, how messy they are. You can’t help but agree. Not just your siblings, though it was a miracle you were all in the same room without fighting, but your father and mother. He was cruel and took pleasure in pinning you against one another. She was absent and yet so needy, unstable. You talk about your past relationships, how hard it was to find someone who wanted you, not your money or your name. An hour has gone by before you know it. You didn’t mean to tell him all of this, to open up, it just happened.

Do you want to go back to the party? He asks, eyeing the door. Not really, you think. You can hear the murmur of guests just outside. All of them trying their best to smile and get along. Tomorrow they’ll be at one another's throats. Do you? He shakes his head no. It’s more fun here. That makes heat rush to your face. The conversation flows without any hiccups. Where you want to travel next, what you wanted to be when you were a kid, all your thoughts about the next presidential candidate, favorite ice cream toppings. You spoke about everything and anything. His laugh came easy, especially at your jokes. It was one of the things he liked most about you, your humor. He told you things he wasn’t proud of, things you’d later realize information your brothers would have killed for. Nothing big, nothing scary, just personal fears. He trusted you with this. You wouldn’t tell another soul. You liked him a hell of a lot more than when you first met. He was more of a person, not just a walking conglomerate. His company was even enjoyable. He had absolutely no filter and said some outrageous things, but in a world like yours, that was normal. The only reason you even stopped was because of a knock at the door. Shiv wore a tight smile, asking if she could speak to Lukas alone. Behind her, Kendall and Rome watched. I’ll see you soon, he promised, don’t stray too far. You nodded, getting up, leaving the room. You couldn’t read your brother's expressions, but it didn’t look good. Wordlessly, they took your arm, leading you far from the room. What the fuck? I was doing what you said to, you said once you were alone, pulling yourself from their tight grips. Roman rolled his eyes. Not everything is about you. Did he tell you about the blood and hair? What the fuck was he talking about? The shock on your face was enough to convince them. They began speaking at the same time. Fucking Matsson has been sending. . . stuff to his ex-girlfriend. I don’t want you going near him again. His numbers are all wrong, they’re all made up. Never should have used you like this. Fraud. Deal. Freak. What were they talking about? You looked down the hall, through the open doorway, where Shiv is talking to him. She looked angry, upset. He seemed content, even jovial, laughing at himself. Was this true? You wouldn't believe it. He seemed like such a nice guy.

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makeitmingi · 7 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 38]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

-Small timeskip-

Despite what you told Seonghwa, you didn't go to the authorities, you were just far too busy and you knew that if you went to the police, more people would be involved.

The threatening messages didn't stop, they got more and more explicit but you just couldn't give them any time. You and Mingi haven't seen each other in weeks so maybe the person thought you broke up or something, which is why things haven't really escalated to something more.

"Indigo, are you ready?" Eden dropped by your studio. You turned around, blinking. The blank look on your face showed your confusion.

"The production meeting...?" He raised his eyebrows as he reminded. You turned to the clock on your phone.

"Oh, shoot! I didn't know it was so late already!" You jumped up from your chair, scrambling for your things. You saved your work and grabbed your iPad.

"Calm down, we have time. How long have you been working in here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I lost track of time." You rubbed the back of your neck. You wore your beanie and walked out with him.

"Once you sit down, you just get lost in the process, don't you?" Eden chuckled. You nodded your head in embarrassment. You need to set more noticeable time reminders in the future.

"I'm excited to hear what the time has to propose with the music video and concept outfits. That would be so exciting." You clapped your hands. Everyone was gathering today to hear what the creative production team has to propose.

"CEO Kim will be there?" You asked. Eden nodded to confirm. You buried your face in your hands.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with our CEO?" Eden asked with amusement at your reaction to meeting your big boss.

"I haven't got a reply for him..." You mumbled.

"He's not expecting a reply so quickly, Indigo. Don't worry about it! Your contract with us isn't up anyway. He'll want you to focus on the comeback first." He patted your shoulder as he laughed.

"But what about-"

"Eden hyung! Indigo!" A few voices called, cutting Eden off. Eden didn't finish his sentence, seeing the Ateez boys.

"Indigo! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?!" Wooyoung hugged you tightly, shaking you up and down. You chuckled and hugged him back.

"I did miss you, Woo. I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself." You said, making him grin proudly. He stuck his tongue out at the other members, as if what you said was that you missed him ONLY. Hongjoong plucked him off you but Wooyoung still held your hand to enter the meeting room.

"Hey, your shirt... Looks like the one I bought Mingi for his birthday." Yeosang pointed at your oversized shirt. Mingi choked.

"Yah, yah, Yesoang. Be careful of what you're saying." Yunho covered up his flusteredness with an awkward chuckle. If others have heard it, they would be suspicious.

"Y-Yeah, I got the same shirt..." You lied. You didn't even notice this was Mingi's shirt, you just took it out of your drawer, which is usually a mix of yours and Mingi's clothes from the wash.

"But-"

"It's true, look at Indigo and I. We're wearing the same clothes all the time." Hongjoong sent Yeosang a look to not say anything further.

"That's because you copy me." You scoffed with your arms crossed. Hongjoong just rolled his eyes.

Soon, the remaining meeting attendees entered the big room and took their seats. When the CEO entered with his assistant, everyone stood up to bow to him in greeting. He smiled and waved for everyone to take their seats.

"Let's go through the music video concepts first? Followed by the style concepts. Then we'll go to the producers and finally, finance team with the budgeting." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." Everyone chimed.

"Also, boys, feel free to voice your opinions after each presentation." He said to the 8 Ateez members that were sitting together.

"Thank you, boss." The 8 boys bowed their heads. You turned your iPad on, ready to take notes where necessary. The videography and production team went first.

"Alright, these are the storyboards for the music video." The employee flashed the picture on the screen.

"Ooooooh." You and Ateez had the same reactions. Behind you, Eden laughed, knowing you were amazed by everything in this process.

"Don't laugh at me." You whispered with a pout. Eden still snickered, reaching out to pat your head. You continued to listen to the speaker proposing the location and all the other logistics for the music video shooting. Even if you were not the one in the music video, you felt excitement bubble within you.

Mingi watched you from the other side of the room. He hadn't seen you in weeks. Sure, you've video called and texted but nothing was better than actually holding you. He wanted to just hold you now.

"You're staring." San leaned over to whisper. Mingi blushed, tearing his gaze away from you.

"Sorry. Can't help it." He grumbled softly.

"The location and storyboard looks good. We'll look at booking the film site and accommodation." The CEO nodded in approval.

"These are the outfits for the music video. We will reuse them for some of the comeback promotions. The alternative outfits for other promotional activities are these." The head stylist showed.

"Oh, wow. They're so cool." You could imagine how good the boys would look in all the outfits.

"I'll go through the individual outfit inspirations for each member." She flipped through the slides, going through each member's outfit collection.

"Hongjoong sshi will be in mostly Balmain, sent over from their styling team. Especially for interviews, as we expect questions about you becoming an ambassador with them. Mingi sshi, you will be in Diesel outfits." She pointed out.

"Look at you, hyung. Balmain prince." Wooyoung voiced proudly. Hongjoong shushed him for being disruptive but it was because he was shy from all the attention.

The stylists teams really knew what they were doing, suggesting outfits and styles that brought out the best features of each member.

"More see through shirts for Seonghwa hyung. The fans would want that." Jongho snickered.

"Shut it." Seonghwa glared.

"So with these outfits, there are the hair colours that we are proposing to the members for them to choose." She showed the different options.

"Hmm..." You hummed to yourself softly, deep in thought. You tilted your head, trying to imagine Mingi in all the proposed hair colours for him. To you, Mingi always looked good in whatever he wears. You think he would look good in any of the outfits and hair colours that the stylist team suggested.

"Producer team? You're next." CEO Kim said.

"Go ahead." Eden encouraged you to stand first. You shook your head, you were not ready to present.

"It's okay. Just go, it'll be fine." He whispered. You gulped and slowly shuffled to the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat and plugged your laptop in.

"Walk us through it." CEO Kim told you with a little more encouragement.

"This is the progress of the songs. We are done with both title tracks and on the way to finishing the b-side tracks." You explained.

"Title track 1." You began to play the songs for everyone. Even if it was a team effort, you still felt stressed knowing that you would have to accept everyone's scrutiny on behalf of the producers.

"Next song." CEO Kim directed and you bowed, playing the next song for the room.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Mingi seemed to feel your nervousness, watching how emotionless the CEO's face was as he listened to the songs that you played. He wasn't even up there but he felt his stomach churning from the nerves.

"It's good. Good job, Indigo." The CEO nodded his head when the final song finished playing. You let out a sigh of relief before you bowed deeply.

"Everyone, for those that don't know, this is Indigo's first time working with us and I would like to commend her on what a great job she's been doing. She's been surpassing expectations." He added.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." You bowed again, your mask hiding your heated cheeks.

"Yay. Go, Indigo." The Ateez boys softly cheered, sending you small fist pumps and encouraging smiles, making you laugh.

"Eden, anything to add?" CEO Kim turned to the head producer. Eden nodded and stood up, giving more detailed updates on the progress from the other producers.

"Good work, producers. I'm happy to hear that the songs are coming along well. Thank you for working with the other Ateez members to involve them in the production process. Lastly, we have the finance team with the budget." CEO Kim waved for the next speaker. You and Eden bowed before returning to your seats.

"I told you, you could do it. There's nothing to be worried about, our work is good." Eden whispered.

"If you had told me I would be the one presenting earlier, I would have prepared more to explain about the songs." You complained.

"If I had told you earlier, you would be a nervous wreck, worried about presenting to our CEO. See? You didn't need preparation and he still complimented you." He said.

"Fine." You couldn't argue with that.

You didn't know much about finance, budgets and numbers so you didn't really pay much attention to the presentation.

"Thank you everyone for coming and preparing material to present. I'm glad we are progressing well for this comeback. Boys, it's all up to you now to deliver the hard work." The CEO said. The Ateez boys stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for all the hardwork that everyone has been putting into our comeback, we'll continue to work hard and not disappoint any of you." Hongjoong said and the others nodded in agreement.

"What disappoint? All of you don't disappoint, you always give it your all." The stylist director said.

"Agreed, it's a collective effort of everyone to ensure success." Eden added.

"Thank you." Everyone bowed to the CEO as he left with his assistant. The remaining people bowed to each other as they all packed up their things and left.

"You were amazing!" San lifted you up and spun you around.

"San!" You squealed, hitting his shoulder for him to put you down. You didn't want anyone to start gossiping after seeing that.

"You did good. The CEO really likes you, he doesn't compliment people openly that much." Mingi patted your head with a soft smile. You smiled up at him, giving him a friendly hug. You so badly wanted to give him a kiss and ask him to hold you to calm your nerves but you knew where you were now.

"Thank you." You giggled.

"Indigo, let's go meet the others to update them." Eden called for you and you left the boys to go with him back to the studio. There was a box outside Eden's office.

"Fan mail?" You teased. Eden rolled his eyes but smiled. He bent down to read the tag.

"It's actually addressed to you. The reception must have delivered it wrongly. Let me go get you a box cutter." Eden chuckled. You tilted your head and bent down.

'To: Indigo'

Indeed, it was your name on the box. There was no return address or sender name. Eden handed you the box cutter from his studio.

"Indigo, wait." He suddenly stopped you. Your hands froze, the cold seriousness in Eden's voice made you freeze.

"Don't open it. I'm calling security. Move back." Eden said. You dropped the box cutter and scooted back as told. You went to Eden, who was on the phone. But his words were drowned out when you saw what he saw.

What looked to be blood was seeping out the corner of the box. You completely missed it since it was the corner facing away from you. Eden's free hand wrapped around you to comfort you.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know. We're not going to find out. Security is on their way." Eden rubbed your back to comfort you.

"Sit." Eden brought you into his studio and sat you down on his chair while he went out. But with the door ajar, you could hear a little of the conversation outside.

"This is horrible... Get rid of it. Now." Eden ordered.

"But sir, the note-"

"I don't care about the dumb note! When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of everything!" He yelled, making you flinch.

"And you guys better be scanning through all the packages that come in through the front thoroughly from now on. This kind of package shouldn't have made it past security, whether it is for idols or not. Someone could have been seriously injured if it was someone else." Eden scolded.

"Doesn't mean there are no idols on this floor means that there can't still be a threat. No more bringing packages up to the producer floor. Everything is to be left downstairs." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." The security replied. Eden entered and you lifted your head to look at him. He took another chair to sit down opposite you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded your head glumly, staring at the ground in front of you.

"Indigo, have you ever got something like this before?" Eden asked with a much gentler, softer tone. He was worried that you were now fragile.

"No..."

"But?" He prompted, knowing you had more to say.

"I've been receiving threats... In my emails and on online platforms, even my ghost server, that's why I closed it temporarily... And a few weeks ago, someone followed me home from the convenience store." You gulped.

"And you've been dealing with all this on your own? Why would you not say anything? We can help you!" Eden's eyes widened in shock as he heard you list the incidents.

"I can't... Because I think the threat has to do with me and Mingi... And the boys are busy preparing for their comeback, I don't want to give them another thing to worry about, especially Mingi..."

"But you still shouldn't keep this to yourself..." Eden sighed. he reached out to hold your clamy hand.

"Seonghwa and Jongho knows. Jongho guessed something was wrong and Seonghwa accidentally saw one of the emails." You said.

"Mingi doesn't know any of this? Nothing at all."

"No, I can't tell him. Please don't tell him, Eden... Or any of the others... Mingi has been dealing with enough and I don't want to add to that with my issues." You chewed on your bottom lip, tears suddenly blurring your vision. Eden grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you.

"Indigo... You shouldn't be keeping all this to yourself and dealing with it on your own. I'm sure Mingi would feel even worse he if he knew you were keeping this from him..." He said.

"I know but he's going to think that this is his fault. I don't want him to think that when it isn't." Your lip quivered.

"What should I do, Eden? I'm fine with me receiving all the hate but I don't want Mingi or anyone else to get hurt." You asked.

"Silly girl, you're still worried about others even when things like this have happened. Think about your safety too. This is not a small matter." He patted your head.

"I won't tell Mingi. But we will need to do something to protect you more. Even if you're only here for a short contract, you're still considered a KQ employee no matter what and we won't let anything happen to you." He promised.

"Thank you."

"We will implement more security here. I'm more worried now that someone tried to follow you home. It means they have triangulated a plausible location that you're staying at." He frowned.

"Is there someone you can stay with temporarily? Just to have someone around to make sure you're safe." He asked.

"Not anyone close enough. I've been living independently from a young age." You shook your head.

"Let me see if I can get you a house in the same apartment building as the boys. At least the company knows that the security there is good enough to let them live there." He said.

"Okay. I'll just tell the boys my lease was up and KQ offered me an apartment in their building. But please, Eden. I don't want too many people knowing about this. Word gets around too quickly and I don't want to lose anymore control of this situation." You begged. Eden looked at you, he didn't want to agree.

"Fine. But if things get worse, I'm going to implement more safety measures, even if it means telling Mingi. I'm not going to mess around with anyone's safety."

"I understand. Thankfully, so far, this person has only expressed harm towards me and not Mingi." You said in relief.

"Don't just think about the safety of everyone else that you forget your own, Indigo." He frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Eden." You felt bad for always hiding things from him.

"Pabo, what are you apologising for?" He smiled softly. After a while, you headed back to your studio. You saw Mingi inside, sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

"There you are, baby." There was his familiar smile. He stood up and went over to you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"Sorry, I was talking to Eden about-"

"It's okay." He whispered, tilting your head up to plant his lips against yours. Oh, how you've missed Mingi so much. You missed everything about him, his warmth, his scent, the way his fingers laced and rested on your lower back when he hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea." He pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your eyes watering as you cupped his cheeks to look at him.

"I missed you too." You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry." He stroked the back of your head, chuckling.

"You're doing so well here, I'm so proud of you." Mingi leaned down to shower your head in kisses. You looked up at him, gently yanking him down to kiss him again. You just missed him so much.

"My beautiful baby." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You sat on his lap on the couch.

"How did you sneak away?" You asked.

"I told Hongjoong hyung I deserve a prize for working so hard the past few weeks so he let me come." He laughed. You slapped his chest for calling you a 'prize'.

"As much as I love the fans and can't wait for them to see this comeback, I really wish time would slow down or stop just for a while. So I can be with you and continue to hold you like this without having to leave you for practice, you know, like a normal couple." Mingi sighed. You hummed in agreement.

"But if we didn't have our jobs, we wouldn't have met, Mings. Every relationship has its sacrifices. This is ours." You reasoned.

"You're right. I'd rather deal with the sacrifices than to not have met you, baby." He stroked your cheek.

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cloginthedrain · 8 months

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rooftops and vigilantes (part three) (matt murdock x reader)

summary: matt brings a coffee-deprived reader her drug of choice, and she repays the favor, twice over.

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word count: 1745

notes: filled to the brim with banter, shameless flirting, and, shocker, more coffee. hope u like this one!!! theres more too come, think of the following chapter as a continuation of this one. :*) a special thanks for all of the kind comments! x

comments and reblogs and tags always appreciated <3

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“Matty, you’re an absolute angel,” is the first thing you breathe as Matt approaches the door frame, your coffee in one hand and his white cane, folded up, in the other.

He’s wearing his department store suit, the one that makes you antsy.

“Matty,” he chuckles. “That’s a new one.”

“Yup,” you dismiss him, “you wanna come in?”

Still clad in the same sweatpants, Hello Kitty, you thank God he can’t see them, and you move to grab his arm (and your steaming hot coffee) to guide him to your lumpy, secondhand couch, though you knew he didn’t exactly need you. Any excuse to touch him.

Now settled into the couch, you take in the heavenly aroma, holding the warm, very full paper cup to your chest. You take a sip.

Extra bitter, intense, doused in some combination of cream and sugar, the latter being Ellie’s doing, you’re sure of it.

“Damn, a red-eye,” you remark, hand to your heart. “You know me.”

“Well, it seemed dire.”

“It was… is!” you practically yelp in defense.

“Enough to make a blind guy fetch you coffee?”

You almost spit out your drink, finding the comment hysterical. “You keep up Matt Murdock.”

“I have to, with you,” He shrugs, tugs off his red shades. A smile threatens in the corner of his lips, you take notice. You also pay special attention to his pretty brown eyes, a rare sight, always hidden away with his shades.

You’ll take it.

Kicking back, your feet, warm with fuzzy, starry socks, are on the coffee table resting on your legal pad, covered in notes written in smudged, black ink. You hold your coffee even closer to your chest, to wield off some of the butterflies.

You squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll do much, and make peace with the fact that you really are head over heels for a hot lawyer playing vigilante. You’re never, ever going to live this down.

Breaking the silence, you offer: “So what’s on the agenda for you today, Mr. Murdock?”

“I have the morning off, and then Foggy and I are meeting with a client,” Matt states matter-of-factly. Explains the suit.

“Good,” you say, scheming.

“Uh oh.”

“No ‘uh oh’,” you whine. “I figure I repay your kindness and make us some French toast, I apparently make the best. I maybe have three, four eggs left, should be enough.”

“… I could go for some French toast.”

“Yeah?” you beam. “Alright, come on.” You love to cook, you tug him up, and practically drag him to the kitchen. This time, holding his hand.

You were never tactful with your attempts to woo Matt, why start now. Clearly whatever you’ve been doing is working, because he doesn’t put up a fight. Once you’re in the kitchen, you raid the fridge and pantry for your ingredients.

Once that’s sorted, you resolve to retreat to the living room.

“Here, hold on.”

“Alright.”

Squatting in the living room, you scour your record collection for your favorite record. Folksy, easy listening, and lowered to a comfortable volume, one suitable for a lazy morning. Once that’s spinning, you return to the kitchen.

You carefully crack four eggs in your bowl, pour the rest of your milk in the mixture, cinnamon, a splash of vanilla, and an extra splash for good measure.

“Cinnamony,” Matt observes. He’s over your shoulder. The closeness is welcome.

You imagine too vividly the ghost of his hands on your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You close your eyes for a moment, and take a shaky breath.

With Matt, you had to pace yourself.

“Mhm,” you mumble lamely, preoccupied.

You whisk your mixture with a fork, all too aware of your proximity to Matt, but try to ignore it, and you move to start the stove. After soaking your brioche bread in the mixture, you flip it on the stove till browned, humming quietly to your favorite song on the record.

Once browned, you top your French toasts with a sprinkle of powdered sugar and a light layer of maple syrup, and you wonder if you should’ve also made bacon or maple sausage.

“Alrighty,” you say, setting the plates down.

“Smells great, sweetheart,” He smiles graciously, cutting into his French toast with his fork. “Thank you.”

At this point, his suit jacket is long discarded, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up onto his arms. You were antsy.

“Mhm.”

You make a point to roll your eyes at the name, but you suppose you could get used to it, especially if Matt were the one saying it. You meet his brown, unfocused gaze. Your eyes involuntarily travel along the chiseled outline of his face and are drawn to his slight stubble, perfectly maintained.

You meet his brown, unfocused gaze.

“You’re staring.”

Your eyes dart away, stare at the bundle of fresh baby’s-breath resting against the ridge of the dark blue glass vase, so effortlessly pretty, like Matt, you think to yourself.

Blagh, you’re getting too sappy.

“No, I, uh,” you start, unsure of where you’re going to end. Your mouth has had a mind of its own when it comes to Matt. You’re the furthest thing from tactful.

Matt just waits expectantly, amused. Cheesing. Bastard.

“Oops?” you offer helplessly.

He just laughs and says, “Alright, sweetheart.” And he goes on, digging into his French toast.

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“Ellie, it’s hopeless,” you whine, muffled, head resting on your folded arms. It’s the next day. “I’m a complete dunce when it comes to Matt Murdock.”

The last of the afternoon’s drip coffee is steaming out of your open cup, empty sugar packets and cream cups neatly discarded on a napkin beside you. You hardly touched your muffin.

Ellie’s flipping chairs onto tables as you sulk in your usual booth, closing up for the day, when she says, “He clearly likes you.”

“You think so?” you look up, eyes twinkling.

“You’re not that dense, Y/N. Come on. The coffee, the incessant flirting. He’s blind, and he’s coming to your apartment, which means he memorized the route. It’s sweet. He’s clearly pursuing you.”

You’re flushed at the thought. “It is kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“That you got a blind guy delivering your lazy ass coffee?” she quips. “You heard of delivery?”

“Hey.”

“I vote that you actually talk to him. He’s a sweet guy who likes you. A lot.”

“El, I don’t know about that.”

Ellie gives you a stern look.

“Fine, I’ll try.”

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“I’m seeking legal representation,” you say later that day, a man of your word. You would talk to him. You make your way further into the conference room, across the big table and Matt is surrounded by stacks of documents.

Your hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, layers now wild, wiry, and free, front pieces framing your face effortlessly. You’re wearing your dark wash overalls, with embroidered floral details, and a flimsy excuse for a tank top. Your canvas bag weighs you down, shoulders lopsided.

You’re holding two drip coffees, Ellie’s of course, and biting your lip.

“Sure you are,” Matt says matter-of-factly. Then his head tilts. “That coffee?”

Dumb question.

“Sure is,” you set them down, one in front of Matt, and one across the table from him. “Can I join you?”

“I gotta get through these documents, but I’m sure you have something to do.”

“Always,” you affirm. You drop your canvas bag to the floor, as you sink into the chair across from Matt.

“Good, you’ll keep me company.”

He resumes tracing his documents with his finger, reading with an ease you envied. You were far too distracted, staring past the screen of your clunky, old laptop, where you had some sort of work to do—the details escape you with Matt across from you.

His sleeves were rolled up, sleeves tight around the circumference of his arm, his tie loosened, collar in disarray. His cologne, inescapable, clouding your consciousness.

You clear your throat, and open a blank Word document in your browser, to at least pretend like you’re doing something. You’re hoping to work up the courage to at least talk to him, like you promised.

Once you’re finally settled into the groove of working, Matt throws it all out the window. He abruptly stands up, standing behind you, observing your movements. You tense up, and your clacking on the keys stops abruptly.

“You’re awfully cute when you’re concentrated, sweetheart,” he comments tactfully, smirking, arms folded.

You’re taken aback, but you don’t hesitate shooting back: “And how would you know?”

Matt leans forward, breath just barely tickling your ears: “I’ve been told I have a knack for these sorts of things.” You want to roll your eyes so hard. Matt has you doing that a lot lately. You swat him away.

You turn around in your seat to strain your head upward to see through his deep red shades, to search his eyes. Your gaze, accusing and scrutinizing.

“Who told you that? Foggy?” you spit back, almost outraged that someone could be so cocky. Meanwhile, Ellie and the butterflies swarming in your stomach had you believing he was sweet. You knew better now.

You brace yourself as you stand up to face him, you’re looking up. You feel woozy, Matt’s cologne and musk overwhelming your senses. You open your mouth, a half-rehearsed confession built up on the tip of your tongue.

Cocky piece of shit just bends his head close and says, voice gruff and unwavering, “Drop the act, you want me.” You promptly shut your mouth.

Your heart is already pounding against your ribcage, and your knees begin to totter and tremble with poorly concealed anticipation.

“Matt,” you set out to say sternly, but your voice betrays you, and Matt gets a kick out of it— you just know it.

Matt steps forward, a step closer to you, and reaches instinctively for you, grasping toward you. His hands finally fall around your waist and bring you against him.

His right hand momentarily leaves your side to tuck a rogue tuft of hair behind your ears. You almost yelp. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, cradling your head in his hand before closing the space between you two, pressing his overwhelmingly soft, blush-pink lips to yours hungrily, tugging at your bottom lip with a distinct cruelty. Matt's tongue is beginning to invade the space between your parted lips, and you begin to suppose the least you could do was return his eagerness.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil #matt murdock #daredevil x reader

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Yungi's Big Bois Arc:

How tiny met the big Boys/Dating them

♡= Naughty

Honestly, I can't remember how you met them in detail but it was something along the lines romance encounter. They saved.

The wholesome twins finished their reps that Saturday evening exiting the gym Yunho rubbing his palms on his sore knees. "I'm feeling heading to Honey pot to celebrate our workout streak. " He snorted, clearly aware of how ridiculous that sounds- "Dang, not even a pity laugh."

Yunho turned but his mini giant's attention stolen by other and what a cute other You are-Minnie bashfully ogling your slight jelly jiggle-

The extra inch on Yunho made all the difference. "Oh.." she is a little cutie.

"Woo, Honey, I'm coming. I have to walk there first." The baggage overwhelmed your arms, luxuary shopping bags for Wooyoung (Ceo/Boss/Best friend), files under your arm, and Wooyoung's coffee in one hand.

Wooyoung tsked, "Wah, I told you to let Niles drive you. That's a lot of stuff to carry, Dumpling." His slender eyes grew when the clock strike, He gasped. "You've been gone for thirty-five minutes. I'm coming to get you! stand by a landmark!" Wooyoung clicked his tongue-

"Wooyoung! I'm fine quite being a worried, dummy." You giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Cute." Mingi mumbled, embarrassed by his sudden high school crush on a complete stranger.

Yunho on the other hand, shameless would be his middle name if he had one. I don't understand how you couldn't feel the heat beaming for his stare at your shape (Even the good boys do it sometimes) . Perfect shape for my hands. He giggled, leaning on Minnie's shoulder in a sassy pose. "You should totally like talk to her."

"What-" Minnie's face drowned in crimson as fast as his adam's apple jumps.

"Dummy?! Yah! I'm definitely coming to get you now and when I get you in this office, My belt is going across your ass!" Wooyoung's anger often slips out in the oddest ways. The sound of aggressive keys rattling alarmed you he was serious. " Girls go missing damn near everyday, here and my little Dumpling is not on the menu!"

"Wooyoung, I'm fine-"

"You know what, I'm just gonna call San on you and let him handle you." Wooyoung witch laughed blast through your burning ear.

You screamed slightly, before curling into yourself. "That's not funny, Wooyoung and unprovoked too."

Sooo Choi San, Yes, The Dilf Fire Chief was heavily intoxication when he threatened Wooyoung with spanking you if he plucked his last nerve and Wooyoung (being the demon he is) loves seeing Sannie angry.

In result, You can still make out his large handprint on your bare bottom, Wooyoung now has a new favorite memory, and Mr.Choi doesn't remember a thing.

"I'm already on the way, I'm halfway there." Clouded with embrassment, You were extremely eager to the point you were absent-mindly walked into busy street.

All the while, on the other end, Wooyoung was scolding you on not paying attention and being safe.

You sighed. "You're such a worry wart-!" You squeaked being abruptly snatched by two large hands yanking you back to safety.

You were aghasted as one of the giants nearly kissed your hand as his lips aimed for your phone to say. "She's lying. She almost got ran over."

Wooyoung actually did spank you that day.

After this encounter, The fate's red thread immediately entangled your lonely string to Yungi's radiant bond.

Dating the boys

Jeong Yunho

♡ You were quick to realize this man seems to have a high tolerance for nonsense. He chuckles and giggles at most things.

♡ Which is terrible because his smile makes you melt.

♡ Public Display of Affection is this mountain of a man's bread and butter. Slipping his hands around your tummy to give his chub a good squeeze.

On the subject of Affection, My goodness is he handsy, whether it's a quick pinch or a good helping handful, if you're around his hands are never by his side.

The man needs you on him to function, you're often found on his lap doing your own work as he does his.

♡ He's a chipper fellow who enjoys his pillow and his Minnie to himself, he's moderately possessive but Yunho can maintain his composure...most of the time.

♡Loves your bestie, Wooyoung, Finds him hilarious especially his witchy laugh.

♡ He's bigger than you so that cheap "I can't fit your shirt." ain't gonna work on his big boy.

♡ He knows! He knows! Your not a toy but he is barley grasping his sanity as his thumb hovers over the purchase button to the naughty little costumes that would enhance his view of his (He calls your chubbines his) chub you disrespectfully cover even at home. Damn, Give the man some type skin.

Yunho favorite is *Looks round* the cow outfit, it became a odd fantasy after he fell asleep on a farming document.

♡ Lucky/Unlucky for him, You bought the outfit by accident after Yunho gave you free range of his Amazon as a birthday present since him and Minnie couldn't be there. You purchased the whole cart not realizing the naughty extra item til it came to your door step.

Despite the oblivious lewdness, You actually believed it was appropriate enough to greet your Big Boys at the door in such a state. "Moo!" You giggled. "Get it!? I said Moo instead of Boo."

God, Your a grown woman, How can you be so innocent?

Yunho's smile was radiant."Minnie, You like it, right?" Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor until they were at the big boots of your quiet boyfriend. "You think I'm pretty, right?" Your voice soften from your lack of confidence.

Yunho bit his tongue while completely escaping upstairs, leaving poor Minnie defenseless to handle you while he tends to a much bigger problem.

You curiously sniffed, fighting back tears as Mingi's mouth just to close before he ghosted his large hand over your head and shoulder yet decided to reach for the throw across the couch; tossing it over your head, kissing your lips and dashing upstairs.

You were heartbroken and spent the night at Wooyoung's. Meanwhile, The next day painted a new issue for the men having to clean up..and fix most of the bedroom.

♡ You can't lie to him, he knows everything. If your sad, he knows, If you feeling insecure, He knows, If you hungry, Period pain, He knows. And the best part, he will always do something about it with all his power because your his tiny terror.

♡ He calls you Tiny terror because your temper tantrum are no joke, You stomp your little feet at him, point your finger, yelling in that cute voice at him. Even funnier when it's do to his teasing .

♡ He's goofy but firm....sometimes.

♡ Hearing him be assertive for the first time was scary. Yes, Scary. You were seated right on Yuyu's lap, speaking to Wooyoung on the phone while Yuyu watched Minnie happily play with Mr. Choi's twin boys.

It was all fun til the boys started fighting and getting far too rowdy-

"Enough!" Yuyu loud command, startled not just the boys, you were sure you heard the neighbors straighted up as well.

Yet his resilient smile was bright not even his eyes showed malice.

He rubbed your goosebumps away...by caressing your ass through your skirt. "You two shouldn't fight, your brothers. He's your best friend, right." Kai shook his head. "And he's your bestfriend?" Boo shook his head quick like his brother. "Then don't fight, please."

"Sorry, Yuyu Oppa," The twins apologized before playing again as if nothing happened.

♡ Big fan of your work uniform. You look great in pencil skirts. The maniac will chase you to see you struggle to run away from his playful rawrs and large monstrous coming to eat you whole!

He does it randomly but he is fond of getting you when you step in the door after work.

Your screech was close to the damsel in distress in the 30's horror movie, It was seemingly so real, Mingi sprinted to your rescue from the other room; the poor thing was sound asleep the evidence imprinted on his pink face.

"Yuyu!" You screamed, after putting up a good chase, Yunho scooped you up with ease.

Slightly out of breath, He laughs. "How was work?"

♡ Loves to carry you around like a toddler with their favorite blankie.

♡ You three are adorable central when headed out on a night run for food-Matching Pajamas. I'm going to leave this here.

♡ What's so dangerous about this man? He holds power of secret-He knows everybody secrets, Remember, especially your obsession with their voices, hands, size and more.

♡ He teased innocently by whispering a plain question in your ear at the grocery store.

♡ Purposely, allows his huge hands to swallow yours when you accidentally brush your hands on his.

Song Mingi

♡ This guy.Pervert.Period. He loves every inch of you so much, locked away is a golden treasure chest housing polaroids of your daily lifestyle, nothing too bad-....well, there is the one unlike its brothers this picture isn't a polaroid but a digital hidden gem in his gallery, it's you comfortably snuggled against his chest usually Hyung keeps you under him for most of the night but there you were, Your soft breaths hit his chest in which a beautiful rhythm, he felt the argue to hum.

The fluffy feeling turned quite spicy as he wanted to snag a picture of his bunbun it wasn't until after the picture was taken, Mingi's eyes immediately spotted the swell of your breast spilling out of your nightgown.

He gulped, switching his view for the real thing. Mingi scooted down the bed, disregarding the icy chill of his barefeet hanging off the mattress, it's all worth it for this moment-

Finding instant comfort in the beautiful sloppiness of your plushy cleavage mushed against his face.

Best sleep he's had in years...Anyway.

I feel like you guys don't understand how much of a undercover simp Mingi really is. I mean do I have to start naming things?! Fine, You asked for this!

♡ Yunho made a rule of Mingi not being alone with you for a reason

♡He's just a teenage boy in a big man's body and big daddy Yunho knows this so to save you for Mingi's hentai fantasies, he keeps him on a tight leash.

♡Mingi is not allowed to be alone with you, touch you, kiss you-It's harsh but fair. Minnie doesn't know his own strength, if we are being completely honest most of the broken stuff in the house is because of him.

°Small 🔞, Oops°

♡ His favorite fleshlight render useless after you walked into their lives. Fuck, How could he want this bullshit flimsy toy when all he needs to do is go to your job, take you to the bathroom and ******-

Sorry, late nights of unsatisfied hentai searching destroyed the poor man.

♡ Hardy speaks a word to you during dates and outings, to be fair, Mr.Song isn't much of a talker anyway.

♡But he's always listening, The big puppy can snuff out your dislikes and faves, and also you.

♡ He can smell you for a miles away. I'm not kidding, One time at a festival, You let go of Yunho's hand and dashed into the crowd chasing after god knows what.

They're arent worried at first but when five minutes passed and golden twins can smell danger!

"Aish! I can't see her!" Yunho cried, all that height and for what. "Minnie, We-" His mouth hangs open to discover his pup missing. "Yah! Mingi?!"

Already caught in his strong arms, He held you for the first time without hesitation or jerk his body away the second it touch yours and reducing himself into a human puddle.

Nope, This is Mingi.

"Why? Are you crazy?" His snuffer fear the metallic smell in the air. "Shit, You cut yourself!" He carried his bride back to the extra large crybaby welcoming you guys with open arms and some firm words for you.

♡ This marks the first time, Mingi actually spoke to you. It stunned you more than anything. You didn't know what you expected, He's big so it only makes sense for his voice to be deep too..like Yuyu...

So it's normal nothing special. You gulped, blocking out their deep voices clouding the car.

♡ You grew addicted to his voice.

#ateez x chubby reader #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #yungi x reader #yungi x chubby reader #ateez smut #yunho x reader #yunho x chubby reader #mingi x chubby reader #mingi x reader

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 7 - Overstimulation

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Overstimulation, toys, restraint, degrading, praise, abused used as a descriptor, creampie.

Word Count: 1189

Summary: Ah. So you tried to out brat the brat, nice try and congratulations in succeeding, but is the price worth it?

Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee

“Come on baby you can give me another one can’t you?” Wooyoung taunted as he held the vibrator firmly to your overly sensitive clit. This whole situation was your own fault, you only had yourself to blame. For some reason you decided today was the day you were going to out brat the worlds biggest brat and there was no way in hell you were going to give up, not without a fight at least. You’d been at it all day, winding him up to no end and when he decided to do it back you just amped it up even more, and that brings us to right now. You’ve been pinned under Wooyoung for the best part of an hour and he’s already given you two mind blowing orgasms from only using his mouth but now he’s pulled out the vibrator and already working you towards your third.

“Woo...I can’t.” You cry out from the oversensitivity, legs trembling under his hand as he tries to keep you still. “Oh but you can baby, and you will.” The last half of that sentence he whispered against your lips with a sly grin as he turns the vibrator up another level making you gasp and wanting to scream but nothing came out other than a pathetic squeak. He couldn’t hide how much he loved seeing you like this, squirming and pleading under him as he tried to force another orgasm out of you. You weakly attempt to push his hand away from you just to have a minutes breather but your plans cut short when Wooyoung brought his free hand to grasp both of yours and hold them above your head restricting your movement. “Still being a little brat for me huh? I was going to let you recover after this one, but now...I don’t think I will.” You wanted to slap the shit out of him, that damn evil smile plastered all over his stupid face but with the knot growing tighter for the third time all thoughts melted away into a blur, as well as your vision which was now clouded over with tears threatening to fall as your third orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. The only sound leaving your lips was a hoarse chant of his name which soon reduced to a mix of cries and yelps as you felt your poor abused clit start to throb.

For a second you thought you were in the clear as Wooyoung turned off the vibrator tossing it to the other side of the room, you were free from the torture or so it seemed. Catching your breath you watch as Wooyoung turns to you again, his eyes dark and full of lust taking in the sight of your already fucked out state. His ego was through the roof, seeing you in this state and all he really did was play with you, the main event was yet to come. Crawling back on top of you he held your chin between his thumb and index finger pulling you into a rough kiss while his other hand trailed back to your core. You whined into the kiss trying to squirm away from his touch, every slight brush over your clit was like fire running through your veins. “Woo...please...Too much.” You cry into his lips as he continues to trace feather light circles over your clit. “Just one more for me baby.” He coos softly which is soon betrayed by the harshness in which he thrusts into you, bottoming out instantly as his cock reached deep inside you finding your sweet spot in a heartbeat. All sound was caught in your throat as you tried to moan, or scream, you weren’t too sure at this point. Wooyoung gave you no time to adjust before mercilessly rutting into you, the sensitivity you were feeling was overwhelming, he brushed your clit slightly every time his hips came into contact with yours, that mixed with the abuse your sweet spot was getting had your legs quivering yet again as you tried your hardest to tightly wrap your legs around him to slow his thrusts down even a little bit.

“You’re doing so well baby. Taking me so well.” What should have been soft praises came out as harsh grunts as he worked hard against your legs to keep his pace up. A string of moans and screams spilled from your lips as each thrust brought you closer to another orgasm. “Woo...I...” Before you could finish what you were trying to say another scream interrupted you as you felt Wooyoung run his thumb over your aching clit. “I know baby, let go for me, cum all over my cock, you can do it.” His words caused to almost immediately give in, eyes screwing shut, your whole body quivering as your fourth orgasm ripped its way through you clenching around Wooyoung as you rode it out earning a long low groan from him as he continued to fuck into you speed never faltering.

Wooyoung gave you that all to familiar mischievous grin as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder reaching deeper inside you than before. “Woo...what...” A mix of skin slapping on skin and his dark chuckles ran through your ears. “One more baby.” You couldn’t help but whine out in frustration. “You said that last time.” Tears were streaming down your face, you were so sensitive but damn did it feel too good. “I know baby but I’m close, I want you to cum with me.” How were you supposed to say no to that, the way his voice has suddenly gone from cocky to borderline whimpers had the knot tightening in your stomach within a matter of seconds. The constant clenching around his cock was driving him insane, his thrusts becoming choppy as he neared his high. “Shit...So good...you feel so good baby.” Wooyoung whined into the crook of your neck. “Woo...gonna cum again.” You cried softly into his ear trying to catch your breath at the same time. “Me too baby, cum with me.” The knot violently snapped for the final time that night, his name in the form of a scream tore through you accompanied by his sweet breathy moans as he rode out his own orgasm with you slowing down steadily until he came to a complete stop inside you.

You both lay where you were for a while, him flopped on top of you as you wrapped your arms weakly around his neck. The sound of your heavy breathing was the only thing filling the room until he decided to get up. “Ahhh...Woo.” You whine still extremely sensitive as he pulled out from you. “I’m sorry baby, you did so well for me.” He says softly as he places a gentle kiss to your nose making you smile. “But that will teach you to try and out brat me, bet you won’t do it again.” He laughs rolling to your side. “Hmmmm I might try again another time.” He raised an eyebrow surprised at your answer. “Just know I won’t be this nice next time.”

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thatbigbisexual29 · 7 months

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Getting Pushed Off the High Horse (Haikyuu!!)

Soooooooooooo... hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted a fic, and I deeply apologize! Life has been busy so hoping on the computer and writing is kind of a hard task, I'm sure some of you can relate. And don't worry, I'm still working on that lee!Hobie fic, but after that's posted I might stop with the Spiderverse fics for a while. I still love the movies, but I've ran out of tickle fic content for that certain fandom. So I'll try posting something new! Hence this fic! I've been a fan of Haikyuu for a while and started watching it again *shoves down at least 50 animes I've been putting on the back burner* Okok I've been rambling now, so here you go! Enjoy! :3

“Hell yeah! That spike was even better than my last one! Eat my dust Akaashi! Woo!” was what Bokuto was currently shouting at his teammate.

It was very uncaptain-like, but his friends knew him well to know that this was a common occurrence. Whenever the team practiced together, Bokuto’s gloating personality shone. Akaashi didn’t mind the showboating, he honestly didn't. But today was not the day.

First, he woke up 30 minutes late to school, had to make up an exam in his first period, spilled his lunch all over himself, read a passage wrong in his English class and got laughed at, found out he failed that first period exam, got a C on another exam, got fussed at for sleeping in class, and accidentally packed his dirty uniform rather than a clean one for practice, so he stunk really bad. Out of all the days the gods wanted to test him, this was the day. And Bokuto was no help. In fact, he was the one that caused Akaashi to spill his lunch. He apologized… but not after he cackled like a lunatic! He even threatened to make ‘soup crotch’ his new nickname. A ‘don’t you fucking dare’ look ended that threat quick and Bokuto even offered some clean clothes he had. Which was surprising since… well, since it’s Bokuto.

And now, after that extra mean spike Bokuto just served, Akaashi’s anger was near its boiling point. He glared at his captain from the other side of the next, wanting so badly to wipe that smug smirk off of his stupid face. Bokuto caught on and had some shit to talk.

“Oooh, is someone mad he can’t block my spikes? You should have gotten used to it by now~ Isn't losing to me your strong point? Since you’ve been losing to me ever since we met, I thought you would have rolled over and accepted your fate already~” Bokuto purred, snickering when Akaashi’s glare grew sour. The ravenette responded with a quick, “Shut up, owl.”

“Don’t let him get in your head!” Konoha shouted. Akaashi shook his head and tried to focus. But today’s events just kept piling up every time he looked at Bokuto’s stupid, annoying face. He took a deep breath in and exhaled in an attempt to calm himself. As soon as these practices were over, he could go home. He just wanted to go home.

Washio served the ball and the game was in motion. After the back and forth tosses, Bokuto took his stand.

“Pass it to me!” he called. Akaashi kept eyes on his friend, watching the ball spin in the air towards him. He watched as the ace readied himself then ran to the net, Akaashi right in front of him. They jumped at the same time, Akaashi ready to block. Bokuto had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, one his best friend could spot a mile away. Then, there was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Take THIS, soup crotch!!!” Bokuto’s scream echoed across the gym as the sound of the ball slamming on the court followed suit. When they landed, Akaashi struck. He immediately ducked under the net and tackled the older boy to the court. Surprised, Bokuto let out an undignified squeal before bursting into maniacal laughter. He guarded his head as Akaashi attempted to collide his fists to the other’s shitty hair. He wasn’t trying to seriously injure, he would never go that far, but a few bruises wouldn’t kill the ace.

“I! Told! You! To! Shut! Up!” Akaashi growled between blocked hits. Bokuto just laughed and laughed as he grabbed Akaashi’s wrists and held them up.

“Hahaha! Looks like soup crotch can’t take the teeeasiiiing~” Bokuto just had to keep it up. Akaashi’s eyes burned bright with a murderous fire. Without knowing what else to do, Akaashi ripped his arms from Bokuto’s grip and shoved them into his armpits. That probably wasn’t the best idea since his pits were extremely sweaty, and because Bokuto decided to show everyone his best rodeo bull impression.

Bokuto proceeded to shoot his arms to his sides and hug his chest, cackling hysterically as his friend attacked a particularly bad spot. Their teammates watched on with exasperated yet understanding smiles. And plus, they didn’t dare intervene. Not when Akaashi’s face looked like he was happily skinning his prey alive.

“Yeah, yeah! Nothin’ to say now, huh? Huh? You were all big talk not one second ago, where did that talk go? Where did it go Bokuto?! You shut up real quick when someone gets a few tickles in, don’tcha? Come on, tease me again! One more jab, one more mock, one more word I dare you!” Akaashi bellowed with a sadistic smile on his face. Bokuto howled with mirth as he rocked side to side, kicking his feet to try and lessen the tickly feeling somehow.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! A-AKAASHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! EHEEHEEHEE- GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” screamed Bokuto. He could never handle tickles well, his friends knew this. Even a squeeze to his side would send him through the roof. But this was plain ol’ mean. Akaashi knew his weak spots better than anyone, and how to tickle just right so Bokuto ends up crying.

“Oh nuh-uh! You deserve this, you bastard! How are you able to read the court, but not your friend?! Why do you have to be so. Damn. Annoying?!” Akaashi growled as he now focused on Bokuto’s ribs, alternating between his massaging technique and his clawing technique. The poor ace finally managed to roll onto his stomach, but somehow, not being able to block out the tickles from behind made him even more ticklish.

“REEHEEHEEHEEEEE!! AKA-AKAAHAHAHAHAHAHASHI! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY! I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S JUST- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S SOHOHOHOHOHOHO EHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASYYYYY! REEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!” Bokuto cried. He attempted to crawl away, but Akaashi kept him down by laying his shin over the small of his back. The rest of the Fukurodani team, who decided to take a water break since this might take a minute, laughed from the sidelines.

“Oh my god, he sounds like Scooby Doo!” One of them remarked. The others cracked up even louder, joined their voices with Bokuto’s in the echoing gym. Akaashi himself couldn’t stop himself from smiling earnestly either. Bokuto was a dummy, that fact wasn’t to be argued with. But at least he was a loveable dummy. Even when he’s more aggravating than sin. All the teases and jabs he made to Akaashi were all friendly. He didn’t have a sinister bone in his body. He probably thought that he was cheering up the setter, so no harm was truly intended. Such a moron, Akaashi thought to himself.

“Apologize! Or else!” Akaashi demanded, pausing the tickling and placing his hand on the back of Bokuto’s thigh. Bokuto flipped himself on his back with a panicked scream.

“I’M SORRY!!!! I’m sorry for calling you soup crotch! And for making you spill the soup! And for hitting those nasty spikes! Please please please please have mercy Akaashi!” Bokuto begged. Akaashi smirked and stood up, putting his hands on his hips.

“That’s right dumbass. Learn to cheer your friend up in different ways.” Akaashi was about to walk away when he felt Bokuto’s weak hand clasp his shorts. The ace panted heavily and gulped a few times, wanting to say something but unable to get it out just yet. Akaashi rolled his eyes fondly and waited.

“Aka- *gulp* Akaashi… *pant pant pant* Let’s stop by a store… *pant pant* and get… *gulp* meat buns? I’ll *pant* pay…!” Bokuto asked. The setter looked at him surprised, then smiled and nodded.

“That’s fine with me. Now get up and drink something before you pass out.” He pulled the ace to his feet and pushed him towards the bench. After practice, Bokuto kept to his word and bought them each five meat buns from a local convenience store. Akaashi didn’t need that much, but it was the thought that counts. He reflected back on today while walking home with Bokuto, who wouldn’t stop talking, and smiled. Eh, today wasn’t so bad, he thought.

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hee0soo · 10 months

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Visitors

Summary: Break is over and someone is getting a few visitiors...

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

March 2019

It´s been a week since Heeyoung had stayed at the leader’s childhood home and while the girl has had doubts in the beginning, she couldn´t say that going there was something she came to regret!

The rest of the boys, minus Seonghwa who had been happy for her, were a little pouty upon finding out that their Noona had chosen the captain over them but quickly came around when they saw the cloud of guilt hovering over the girl.

Hongjoong threatening them with his room might also have been part in it but Heeyoung didn´t need to know that!

Yunho however, was a little harder to sway and he stayed pouty for a few more days.

Wanting to know why she hadn´t told him that she had planned to stay alone. He would have taken her to Gwangju without question!

After the week was over and the members had gone back to the dorm, preparations for their upcoming mini album had started right away!

The members were back inside the recording booth, rehearsing choreography, getting fitted into their future stage out fits for Wave and filming various content for Atinys.

Sweaty and slightly out of breath, Heeyoung took a sip out of her water bottle before squatting on the ground, trying to get some air back into her lungs.

Next to her, Yeosang was trying to avoid Sans kisses. Almost falling over his Noona in the process of getting away!

Screeching Wooyoung came up behind the girl to wrap his arms around her!

“Aish Woo-ah, stop that! You´re sweaty!” she pleaded but made no move to shrug the boy off.

Wooyoung gasped dramatically.

“I. do. NOT! How dare you say that?”

The words had barely left his mouth when Heeyoung felt a drop of said sweat fall onto her exposed shoulder.

Grimacing at the younger, Heeyoung rolled her eyes, whipping away the offending fluid with the boy’s shirt.

The door to the practice room opened and inside came the manager, followed by someone who made Heeyoung freeze in Wooyoung arms!

The dancer tensed at the sudden stiffness of his small Noona and he looked over to the door he had ignored up until now.

“Heeyoung-ah, you have some visitors. Could you follow us to the conference room for a moment?” The manager asked gently, giving the girl a friendly smile.

At this point, the rest of the members had also noticed the newcomer.

Just like Heeyoung, the two other thirds of Matz grew tense alongside Yunho.

They were the only members who were able to recognize the visitors as for who they were, but they bowed polity none the less!

Not being able to utter a single word, the girl removed her younger friend from her back. Wooyoung easily complied but didn´t step away from her.

As it became clear that Heeyoung had absolutely no intention of moving towards them, the woman standing next to the manager raised a perfectly plugged eyebrow at her. The man next to her seemed just as unimpressed.

“Stop staring like that Heeyoung-ah, at makes you look incredibly stupid! We don´t have all day so stop dawdling around and get moving! And where are your manners?” Her voice was harsh as she snapped at the girl still in shock.

The switch from shock to no emotion was instantaneous!

Heeyoung felt numb as she dropped into a deep bow. Deeper than any of the members had ever seen her bow to anyone!

Her posture was suddenly immaculate! Back straight and head held high, she came up from her bow only to very clearly address the impatient looking woman.

“I apologize, eomeonim. I will be the joining you in just a moment to and-“

“Daughter I don´t have all day! Just get moving so we don’t have to stay in this….” Her mother looked around the room in disgust before continuing.

“…company, any longer!”

Heeyoung could almost feel the burning gaze of her members on her but she couldn´t look at them. Or more like she wasn´t allowed to look at them!

“Of course eomeonim!”

It was enough for her mother and father to turn on their heels and exit the room again.

As soon as they were out of ear shot, chaos erupted between the boys.

Seonghwa made his way to the shell of the girl he loved and cherished like a sister but Heeyoung sidestepped him with a sudden grace he wasn´t used to. None of them were!

It was like the girl had been exchanged with an entirely different person! In a sense it was true…

The Heeyoung the boys were seeing now was not a side any of them knew as none of them had witnessed it before.

Ignoring them, the female member hurried after the manager and the people she had to call her parents to the closest conference room.

Her mother had placed her designer hand bag on the table in front of her. Sitting down in one of the chairs her perfectly manicured fingers were clasped together and the subtle make up on her face made her look like an angel!

The fact that Heeyoung would rather give her horns and a devils tail was something she kept to herself!

Her father had sat down next to his wife, glaring at something behind his daughter.

Unbeknownst to her, Yunho and Hongjoong had come after her.

The two boys were hesitant about leaving the girl alone with her parents!

“Sit down daughter.”

It was an order and Heeyoung knew it.

Without a word, the boys stepped in too but refrained from sitting down at the conference table but still in close proximity so they could step in if needed.

This was promising to get ugly and all 3 of them knew it!

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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the girl is mine

summary: the colonel has never liked you. he likes you even less with this special and suggests a quick divorce to free up elvis. you bear the brunt of elvis's aggravation on the matter. you're his, aren't you? fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader rating: m. word count: 1423 warnings: throat fucking. possessiveness. 68 special elvis. the colonel being the colonel. mild hint of face fucking. oral ( m receiving, f implied/referenced ). reference to cheating but no one is cheating. author's note: welcome to the double dip day 29 for kinktober, throat fucking with austin!elvis. imagine who you want, this is supposed to be austin!elvis and imagines what happened post the "mmhmm" scene but can be read either way. i've got no other real comments to say other than woo i am almost done- in the middle of november- with kinktober ( at least the main parts since i had that tiny gaggle of double dips ). also at some point tonight you might end up seeing a little mood board for something i've been cooking up.

Once upon a time you're pretty sure that the Colonel was useful to Elvis. Once upon a time he helped your now husband navigate a world he was never a part of. Once upon a time he helped him shoot to the level of stardom that no one had ever seen before. He had his use once upon a time but nowadays you truly wonder what exactly is his use. Elvis's last films had flopped, Elvis was deliriously unhappy with the quality of work he was putting out and well- he was just unhappy in general, unfulfilled and you knew better than anyone that an unfulfilled Elvis was a dangerous Elvis.

Elvis had kept you in the dark as to what all exactly was happening in the special, telling you that he wanted to have you be just another audience member and saying "don't you be asking Jerry 'bout it, he ain't gonna tell you either." It's fun if you're being honest, usually you're at least mildly privy to the things your husband will do but not today. Of course, this meant that you wanted to go and congratulate him on what was one of the best shows you think he's ever done with some of the best singing you've ever heard and tell him how the entire crowd was obsessed with him.

But, then you hear it outside the door. You hear your husband's voice harden, you hear the Colonel threaten him and you fight the urge to storm in there, guns blazing to ever so delicately- truthfully not at all- punch that toad in the face. Before you can properly entertain the idea, the door is opening and the Colonel leaves but not before glancing at you with a huff and a shake of his head. You think maybe you should let Elvis cool off, knowing fully well that when he gets hotheaded that sometimes even you can't cool him down and you hate being on the receiving end of his frustration like this especially when you were in such a good mood. But you hear him muttering and you know that no, you ought to check on him.

"Baby?" Your voice is quiet when you enter the room but Elvis hears it nonetheless his facial features shifting from pure anger to something far more fond for a moment.

"Darlin'." He opens up his arms as if to ask you to come closer so that he can hug you and you oblige knowing you just want to do whatever it'll take to make him feel better. You'd like to talk about it, but- that might be better saved for later. "Colonel's- talking goddamn silliness again. Thinkin' I oughta divorce ya after that comment you made about the sewing machine and how you make a great wife but you'd rather hand stitch or have a professional do it in that one magazine."

You bite your lip in a bit of embarrassment before you shrug. "It's the truth though, I know even with those machines anything I turn out isn't gonna be half as good as what I can pay an honest working woman to do for me. Should be happy about it. I didn't say it wasn't a good-"

He chuckles, cutting you off. "You might as well have." He rubs at the back of his neck in thought before he sighs. "He thinks- He never has liked ya, thinks you're with me for all the wrong reasons, thinks you're sleeping with half the Mafia when you and I both know you wouldn't dream of that. Right Mama?"

There's a pause where you lick your lips and ponder before nodding. It's in the moment that you look up and see Elvis's eyes looking just a little more stormy than they already were that you realize your playful pause was a mistake. You open your mouth to say something before he places his finger on top of your lips.

"Not a peep out of you darlin'. I know the Colonel ain't right because you've been a good girl. You are a good girl. Always take my cock so well. Always let me get my fill of ya." He moves to grasp your chin, pulling you in for a soft kiss that quickly turns into him nipping at your lower lip. "Can I use you right now, darlin'? Get what I need out of you for right now? I'll give you a present at the end."

You should say no, you should say no because usually when Elvis is like this and asks you a question like that you end up doing something that you really shouldn't have. But- he's your husband and truth be told- the idea of having a promised present at the end fills you with enough excitement that you nod your head slowly. "How do you want me, baby?"

He shakes his head as he bites at his lips. "On your knees for me." He pulls at the tie on his robe, revealing that he isn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. You gulp as if it's your first time as you sink to your knees. You should wait until Elvis is ready, should wait until he pulls your mouth onto his cock but you don't, you see how he's for some reason already hardening just by looking at you on the floor so you start to wrap your lips around the tip earning a moan from him.

"Satnin." He groans, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, cupping your neck in an effort to get you to take more of him into your mouth. He knows he could get you to deep throat him immediately, you'd adjust but he's trying to be gentle. As if you can hear him being worried about the need to be gentle you look up at him and relax your throat, a hand moving on top of his giving him permission.

It's all the permission he needs, his fingers somehow gripping at your hair in whatever way he can and pushing your mouth further down his cock until he feels the tip of him against the back of your throat. You're coughing around his cock a little, trying to adjust even as you swear he's becoming girthier than he already was. The temptation to shut your eyes is there but you resist making sure to train your eyes on Elvis even as you try and make a swallowing motion knowing that the few times you've done it before Elvis has seemed to enjoy it.

The way his hand tightens and tries to yank at your hair tells you that you made the right decision. His thrusts into your mouth are sloppy as he mumbles above you words that are truly going in one ear and out the other with you catching snippets about "the colonel" "best girl" "my wife" and you start to clench your thighs together, your hand moving down to between your legs before he does a particularly rough thrust that has him hitting the back of your throat with enough force you can't help but stop breathing for a moment.

"Don't- Goddamn- sorry darlin' but don't you be touching what's mine. Gonna take care of you like I always do. You just wait a few minutes." He mutters, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to stave off the inevitable that is coming barreling faster than he intends it to.

Now that you know that you being touched depends on him coming first, you hum around his cock, the vibrations causing him to still for just a moment before an almost inhuman growl leaves his body, the thrusts and the pulling and pushing of your head on his cock reaching an almost fever pitch as you try and keep up, your tongue moving and your mouth just focusing on the task at hand. It doesn't take too long until you feel him coming while he's at the back of your throat, the salt and warmth of it coating your mildly abused throat as you try and not cough too much, as you try and not waste too much.

When Elvis pulls you off his cock, you think he's going to say something before you feel him picking you up and just setting you on the vanity behind the two of you and pulling down your underwear. Your voice is a little rough when you speak. "Elvis?"

"We'll talk later. Think I promised you a present, didn't I?"

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gravity-barbie · 2 years

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The Hargreeves having a crush on you HCs

Request

A/N: So I did end up including Five in this but if I get another half-romantic request for him I probably won’t do it

Sparrow version

Masterlist

Luther Hargreeves

-Luther has no intention of pursuing you as he believes you deserve better than a (in his opinion) emotionally-stunted monkey man

-But he's also completely wrapped around your finger, he just melts when you're around and does whatever he can to keep you happy

-Even when you're not around you're often consuming his thoughts, he'll have you at least at the back of his mind regardless of what he's doing

-You can fluster him extremely easily, compliments or unexpected touches leave him stumbling over his words or around the room

-You're one of the few people that can see his vulnerability and coax him out of his shell

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego might seem cocky, like if he wanted something he'd go for it but he actually struggles to ask you out out of fear of you rejecting him

-He tries to impress you though his attempts have a bad habit of going wrong and embarrassing him

-He really pays attention to you and looks out for your needs, like if you seem down one day he's giving you a pep talk

-He's quite protective from offering to accompany you if you need to go out at night or go to a shifty area to him getting in arguments with people who have a problem with you

-Its pretty obvious he's sweet on you but if anyone brings it up he'll deny it and act all macho

Allison Hargreeves

-Allison handles her crush with charm and casual confidence

-Odds are you'll be wooed very quickly by the sweet attention she shows you, tossing you compliments, meaningful smiles and doing nice little things to brighten your day

-She invites you out a lot, she doesn't call them dates but that's kind of what they are

-She's often dressed and styled to the nines around you which isn't significantly different than usual but she still hopes you'll notice

-She does tend to prefer to be pursued than the pursuer so for all the hints she drops she leaves you to make the first real move

Klaus Hargreeves

-It's actually kind of unusual for him, sure he's been attracted to plenty of people but rarely does it develop into a full-fledged crush like it does with you, it kind of sneaks up on him

-He considers approaching you like anyone else -forward and flirty- but actually gives it a second thought, not wanting to throw away his chance or ruin your already existing relationship

-He shows surprising restraint, dropping hints and trying to gage your feelings while really he's desperate to just come out and confess

-He's sweeter than you're used to, offering to help you with various things and getting your opinion more often

-You are on the receiving end of more flirting from him than before but its not exactly out of character so you'd be forgiven for not noticing

Five Hargreeves

-Well obviously you can’t reciprocate, though ironically it’s Five who thinks he’s a bit too old for you

-Even if your age situations lined up better he wouldn’t pursue you, always too preoccupied with some world-ending matter

-So for the most part he actually just avoids you where he can

-His protectiveness over you is one of the only signs, always rushing to your defense during battles and threatening enemies when your name slips out of their mouths

-Of course his siblings catch on and have a laugh about their ice cold brother having a crush

Ben Hargreeves

-It’s pining turned up to 11 since he literally can’t act on his crush

-He talks Klaus’ ear off about you, partially because he wants him to understand the depth of his feelings and partially because he has no one else to talk about you to

-Klaus is a bit of a jerk about it though, teasing him in a brotherly, very Klaus-like way

-He’s incredibly observant over you, often just sitting back and admiring you

-Mentally, he’s been over dozens of ways to approach you and conversations you could have but he knows, unfortunately, it’s just fantasy

Viktor Hargreeves

-He’s friends with you for a while before he falls for you and he pines for even longer after that

- You probably have no idea he likes you because -as with most things- he’s not especially expressive about it, it’s more of a quiet longing

-He spends as much time around you as possible but gets self-conscious that he’s bothering you

-You compliment him often and even though he has a hard time believing them they still give him butterflies

-You’re the only person that can make him feel special, unfortunately that’s because he thinks having you as a friend is the most special thing about him

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Can I have yandere hc for devilman crybaby character?

I just went with my two favorites from the show.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, sabotage, blackmailing, isolation, abduction, violence, death

Yandere Devilman Crybaby Hc's

Fudo Akira

👿 Akira would fall for his darling before being possessed by the demon Amon in which case he'd be a very meek, shy and insecure yet very caring person. Too much of a coward to confess his feelings for his darling, he'd still go to rather questionable lengths at times such as following you around or just in general watching you a lot, eyes averting yours the moment you look at him. It's all he can do as words always fail him and coherent thoughts leave his head when you actually start a conversation with him. His shyness aside, Akira would be a really obsessed individual to the point where it's a bit creepy. He remembers things about you that he overhears others saying, is definitely the type to keep a few things that you might have lost and sometimes even scribbles down the words he can never say in front of you.

👿 After transforming into a Devilman, a few things change for him. With the increase of strength comes an initial wave of cockiness and suddenly he's approaching you far more often than he used too. Suddenly he isn't afraid to casually touch you or brush your hands although it doesn't escalate to something perverted. His possessive side has gone up together with his overprotective traits, especially once demons start lurking around more. He has less hesitation to be more violent and challenge even humans to fights if they get on his nerves by trying to woo you and you always have to stop him. He's stalking you still a lot of course since he's always worried that something might happen to you. I feel like as a human he would have been more oblivious to his unhealthy feelings but as a Devilman he seems to realize that his feelings and his behavior overall have worsened and so he does feel guilt at times.

👿 He cares about those he loves and his darling is the one he cares about most. Even as a human he's always felt jealous though although it was always accompanied by a sense of insecurity since he knew that most people didn't take him that seriously. The insecurities are gone for the most part when he becomes a Devilman and instead the jealousy is suddenly mixed together with a possessive urge to have his s/o for himseld. He's no longer someone who hides behind the corner and watches with clenched fists and a pained heart but instead squeezes himself quite literally in between you and the person who tries to make a move on you, shielding you behind his back and just giving them a withering glare. His appearance alone is all of a sudden very intimidating and once it becomes obvious for everyone that he feels something for you, a lot would think twice before trying to flirt with you again.

👿 As a human he would be weak and obviously scared but would overcome that fear of his every time you'd be in troubles. It might have happened that he got himself beaten up for your sake but saw it as worth it in order to protect you. No one took him serious back then though when he tried to threaten someone but failed miserably. Now, as a Devilam, the situation for Akira has changed significantly though. He's aware that he has become strong and that at times fills his chest with pride since he now can protect you better. He's no longer your shy and weak rabbit that would get scared of everything as he gets into a lot of fights suddenly whenever someone gets on his possessive or overprotective side. Whilst humans manage to spark his possessive side most of the time, demons are instantly associated with danger for you in his mind so he gets rid of them almost all the time.

👿 Abduction is an aspect that could inflict a lot of guilt on him since he knows that it's a morally wrong action. Akira is also a very protective guy though, especially after becoming a Devilman and seeing all the chaos the demons and even humans can create and how easily they can kill others. An abduction would precisely because of his experience and growing paranoia be an action out of a deep-rooted fear to lose you. Akira is still aware that it isn't something he should do but considering the situation he's in right now, he thinks of it as a safety measurement to keep you alive. You might hate him and fear him for finding out what he has become and what he has done to you but he'll take it over you dying and him having been unable to do anything.

👿 Even if he has grown more cocky and more possessive, he still retains his caring side for you. There are times where he's still easily flustered when in your presence and even if he's now strong, he's also scared of you finding out. His sexual need has increased a lot since becoming a Devilman so it has definitely happened that he masturbated to the thought of his darling for multiple rounds and there is a lingering sense of guilt and shame whenever he has done so. Ryo has known about you for almost as long as Akira has and probably was aware of his friend's crush before Akira was himself. Since Ryo is Ryo, he has teased his friend and you already a lot of times, more than often in somewhat rude and unsettling ways and he's probably all the more interested in seeing the relationship develop after Akira's transformation. Akira trusts his friend obviously but he can't help but keep a closer eye on you and stick closer to you when you're around Ryo. Miki is just very supporting. He’d probably be quite harmless if it wouldn’t be for the fact that his feelings sometimes just take control of him.

Asuka Ryo

👼 Ryo is a major red flag and an absolute menace so staying away from him would be the best choice. However, such fortune is not yours as soon as the man has taken an interest in you. He doesn't perceive it even as love or obsession at first, rather as a curiosity since somehow you caught his eye. Even then he already showcases various signs of obsessive behavior though and a borderline clingy and stalkerish behavior. You often catch him following around, pretty uncaring if he creeps you out by doing so or not. Straightforward and unashamed to ask you intrusive and highly personal questions that he shouldn't have to know about you. It escalates at one point as he hears from your friends and acquaintances that he has even started bothering them about you yet when you call him out for it and threaten him, he doesn't appear to be bothered at all. To your great shock you find out that Ryo always manages to manipulate the situation and talk his way out of any troubles.

👼 Once the young man comes to realize that his obsession has gone pretty far to the point of not being able to go back, he grows very possessive. I'd say he's smart enough to realize that his feelings are not something you'd view as normal nor would most people but he's quite apathetic about it. There's even this sick curiosity to see how this will turn out for both him and you as he's never felt quite that strongly about someone before besides maybe Akira. It's decided then and there though that he won't leave your life again. You bump into him even more than before as the man tries his best to weasle his way into your life, not even above sabotaging your relationship with others in order to get closer to you. He could definitely be cunning enough to hide the greater damage he inflicts on your social life and he does so at times for the sake of appearing more trustworthy in your eyes, sometimes he doesn't seem to care if you know though. He can't deny that he's a bit curious to see if you would be capable of still feeling affection for his true self.

👼 Ryo is confident about himself so I'd wager he's less jealous and instead more possessive about it all. He's definitely the type of Yandere who would love nothing more than have his darling all to himself and he looks quite literally down on everyone you interact with. He's unable to understand their appeal and he's not shy to speak his mind out which is a guarantee to insult whoever you're talking to at the moment. At one point he even spreads rumors that you two are dating and suddenly everyone you hang around with asks you about your boyfriend. You deny it obviously but as soon as he pops up, he's acting more affectionate and denies your cries of outrage of protest as shyness. Even without those rumors people avoid you due to the sheer unnerving eccentricity of Ryo as he makes almost everyone uncomfortable, including you.

👼 His possessive side is already quite bad as he drives away and scares all possibly competition he could have but his generally all but sane behavior makes it all even worse. Ryo is willing to kill everyone and manipulate your entire life if it means that he can keep you. He's fully aware that you'll end up being terrified but he doesn't care as long as he still gets to keep you. He doesn't shy away from killing people nor does he shy away from killing people. Interestingly enough there are times where he drags you willingly into danger only to come and save you at the last minute to force you to rely on him and trust him a bit more although he makes sure that situation can never escalate to the point where you get severely injured though. If you think that this is already quite cruel just wait until He's reverted back to being Satan where he becomes even more uncaring as long as he can keep you.

👼 Ryo is never quite sure whether he wants to imprison you or let you wander around outside although you're still the farthest thing from being free since he always watches you and has even trackers installed on you. So you kind of switch back and forth and it all seriously just depends on his mood. Sometimes he's more curious and wants to observe you in which case you're left to go on outside and do your daily tasks, as good as you can whilst being fully aware of his presence, at other times you're stuck in his expensive mansion where Psycho Jenny keeps an eye out over you when Ryo is busy and feels more possessive. After the destruction of humanity and after revealing his true identity as Satan, he constantly keeps you with him though, especially if we're talking about the scenario where Akira has died on him in which case Satan would be quite devastated and more paranoid to keep you close.

👼 What can be said for sure though is that you have never really a peaceful moment around Ryo. He's always there in your life and always rises some ruckus inside of it to watch in entertainment how you handle the situation at hand. It's quite disturbing how openly he talks with you about his feelings and the things he tends to do in a somewhat giddy tone since he never tells anyone else about it. He fully acknowledges that he makes awful choices in his life and harms and hurts others by doing so but it's all done for his own goals in mind and you just happen to be one goal of his. Once he becomes Satan, his obsession sort of grows as his darling is by that point pretty much the only human alive and his desire to keep them safe and with him only worsens. Akira's death influences that only more as he realizes how much he loved him and cared about him and in return only holds tighter onto you.

#yandere devilman crybaby #yandere dmcb #yandere akira #yandere fudo akira #yandere ryo #yandere asuka ryo #yandere satan

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So You Want To Tango? Part 2 (18+)

Stepbrother! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Series summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

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Chapter Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, reader is a junior in college, plus-size!reader, virgin!reader smut, non/dud-con, fingering (f receiving), swearing, ransom being an ass, choking, manhandling, degradation, slut shaming, manipulation, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues, stepcest. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4,973

A/N: This part is a lot longer than the first, I guess that might explain why it’s taken me so long to fucking finish! But I did, woo-hoo! I also wanted to note that I've never written step-sibling stuff b4 this series so this is new territory for me. It's used more as a plot device and not as a 'kink' if that makes sense. I just wanted the kind of dynamic it creates & it works for me so whatever. (Fuck it, right?) Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

(If anyone is confused about the timeline, reader arrived from college at the Drysdale residence on Friday, part 1 takes place on Sunday, and this part is about a week after part 1. Hope that helps!)

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

It had been a week since the incident with Ransom and you had done your best to act like everything was okay, like your ex-stepbrother hadn’t shoved his tongue down your throat and threatened to take away your virginity. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as you had hoped to forget his twisted words.

“I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be.”

An involuntary shudder ran down your spine at the memory of the intense heat of his body pressed against yours as he spoke those vile words into your ear. Whenever your… interaction with Ransom popped into your head, you felt a deep course of shame roll through you. Not only at how he utterly humiliated you, and not just at how he’d so easily set your nerves aflame but at how his accusations had hit you right to your core.

“When you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.”

You despised his misogynistic slut-shaming, but a niggling at the back of your mind said he was right. You had only agreed to Tod’s proposition because you just wanted to get it over with. You were tired of feeling excluded from your peers, tired of feeling like you weren’t mature just because you hadn’t “popped your cherry,” as some people put it. That pressure seemed to outweigh your moral sensibilities because you had given it up to the first guy to show you some interest.

You hadn’t really liked him – he was one of Ransom’s friends for fuck’s sake – but when Tod came on to you that day it felt like your only option. Taking him up on his offer for a quickie in one of the guest bedrooms hadn’t felt like all your hopes had finally been answered, it had felt like you were giving up. Giving up on a real relationship. Giving up on having sex with someone you actually cared about and who cared about you too.

You had already been regretting your decision when Ransom had burst into the room and sent everything to shit, but that wasn’t any excuse for the way he’d treated you like some hussy. He didn’t own you. He wasn’t in charge of your body, or your sex life, for that matter. You gulped when, again, you recalled what he’d said.

“I’ll show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

Fuck him and his domineering, supercilious attitude.

The more you thought about it, the more you were convinced his “promise” had just been another way to mess with you. The fact that you hardly saw him this past week seemed proof enough. He was a lazy trust fund kid who barely had a job, it’s not like he had much to do other than lay around the house whenever he wasn’t off with his friends partying and being a playboy douche. He was definitely staying away from the house, and if you had to guess you’d have a pretty clear choice as to why: you.

He was avoiding you. If given the chance, you would be doing the same, but it’s hard to avoid someone when they’re not around. His arrogant ass was probably worried you would try and take him up on his “offer” and that he’d have to back down.

Of course, you would never do such a thing, but it was clear that he viewed you as nothing more than a wanton skank who was going to throw herself at his knees, begging for him to rescue her from the woes of virginity. What a fucking joke. At least his absence saved you the constant anxiety of looking over your shoulder and jumping every time you heard a door shut, afraid he would corner you and try to make good on his word.

It was obvious now that he didn’t actually want to fuck you, it had been the heat of the moment that made his body react that way – that made yours react that way. Not to mention, he couldn’t possibly be legitimately attracted to you. It was just the forbidden thrill that riled him up.

You didn’t look like any of the women he’d ever brought home, he cycled through plenty and you recognized a certain type he preferred. A type that you had, and never would, be able to fit into – quite literally. That realization should have relieved you, but it somehow left a sour taste in your mouth. Whatever. The thing to focus on was that Ransom couldn’t give two fucks about you and the incident had just been a little blip.

With that confirmation in mind, you could walk around the house like normal and not act like some coward. Instead, you walked around confidently while internally wrestling with the feelings and images he had implanted in your head.

Sure, Ransom was conventionally attractive, handsome even, but beneath his well-defined stature was a rotted pile of bullshit. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself when the feel of his thick fingers digging into your ass flooded your mind. You replaced the sensation of his kiss that still lingered after how many days with the reminder of how many other mouths he’d shoved his tongue into before.

You were nothing to him, had always just been a footnote in his privileged path through life. The daughter of the woman who had replaced his mom and stole from the pot of gold he had amassed as an only child. You knew he looked at you and despised everything about he saw; your parentage, your background, your lack of original wealth. You weren’t worthy in his eyes. But that didn’t matter, because you regarded him all the same. ---------------------------------- It was Saturday night. The staff had the weekend off and Richard had left for some kind of overseas trip before you had even arrived last Friday.

Once again, Ransom was nowhere to be seen – thank god – so you had the house to yourself. While it was fairly large and isolating, you didn’t mind being alone in the cavernous home. On Tuesday, your stuff had finally arrived from college, so you’d taken up the guest bedroom furthest from Ransom’s.

When you left for college two years ago, your old room had been stripped of any trace of you. It was back to a pristine grayscale guest bedroom with navy accents and overstuffed furniture. Obviously, during all those years you lived in the mansion, you’d just gotten in the way of the Drysdale aesthetic of meaningless overpriced decor and detail.

Presently, you were in the kitchen, microwaving some popcorn for the movie you’d chosen to watch that evening. The popping of the kernels was loud and quick, and soon the smell of melted butter flowed through the room. A beep sounded to alert you that your food was hot and ready, so you opened the microwave door and plucked the now-inflated bag off the turntable. You held it at the corner, careful not to burn yourself, and turned around to grab the large, metal bowl sitting on the island counter.

You jumped when you saw the figure standing in the doorway.

“Whatchya makin, sunshine?”

Startled, you dropped the bowl and it tumbled to the ground, the clattering setting off even more alarms in your head. The popcorn bag had also fallen from your grip, and yellow-tinged kernels were strewn across the floor.

Ransom stood at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes crinkled in amusement as he examined the scene, taking in the spilled popcorn and silver bowl still comically rolling on the ground, making a loud whooshing noise. Looking up, his wolfish eyes landed on you. He pushed off the doorjamb and stalked forward, monitoring your shocked expression from the other side of the counter. He stilled the spinning bowl with his foot, the room now filled with tense silence.

“Well, aren’t you the fucking chef, sunshine?” He made a show of once again looking at the scattered popcorn, “I don’t remember you being such a klutz.”

Your heart was still beating fast from the surprise of seeing him, but you scrunched up your face and hissed, “I’m not a klutz. You’re the creep sneaking up on unsuspecting girls and ruining their dinner. How can you be so massive and yet so silent?”

He grinned, “I’ll take that as a compliment, sunshine. Maybe I’ll take to cat burglary one of these days. But it was pretty easy to ‘sneak up’-” his fingers made air quotes around the label- “on you when you’re making such a racket in my kitchen.”

Your jaw clenched at his choice of words. He was always laying claim to things like that, making sure you knew you were just a guest; unwanted, at that. He always made it clear that this place was his and not yours. Which didn’t really bother you. You didn’t want his life.

You ignored his attempt at a dig and walked to the long cabinet in the corner of the kitchen that held cleaning supplies and grabbed a broom and dustpan.

Ransom gave you a quizzical look as you swept up the fallen food, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Cleaning.”

“Just let the help do that.” He actually sounded a bit baffled.

“They’re gone, it’s Saturday,” you stated bluntly as you swept the debris into a small pile.

“So? Leave it until Monday for them to take care of. That’s what they’re fucking paid to do.” His privileged tone dripped with sharp disdain.

You rolled your eyes. He was such a spoiled brat. “That’s how you get ants,” you said, secretly hoping your flippant tone would irk him. Inwardly, you were grateful for the task, though. You could focus on sweeping and not on Ransom’s intimidating form, or the memories it dredged up. “And I’m plenty capable of cleaning up my own messes. Although this was caused by you.”

Once you were certain all the popcorn was in a pile, you bent down, placing the dustpan on the ground and lightly sweeping the ruined food into it.

Ransom had been silent for a while, watching as you worked with a disapproving gaze, but when you bent forward, unknowingly sticking your ass out right at him, he changed his tune, “On second thought, you look pretty good as a maid.”

You scoffed and glanced back at him, eyes narrowed. He hid the glee that spread through him at your annoyance and pointed to a single kernel that sat right in front of his shiny brown shoes.

You stood back up and emptied the debris into the trash can hidden under the counter. “You have opposable thumbs and working limbs, why don’t you get it yourself?”

“You’re the one who said you were perfectly capable of cleaning up your own mess,” he countered.

Heaving a sigh, you trudged up to him. You stared him dead in the eyes before crouching down and snatching up the tiny piece of popcorn.

Your plan was to spring back up and flick it right into his stupidly good-looking face, but that was thwarted when a weighted hand pressed on your shoulder.

You looked up and Ransom’s blue eyes gleamed. “Why don’t you stay down there, sunshine? You look so perfect kneeling before me.”

A rush of heat flooded through you, but you batted his hand away, moving back slightly before standing up, successfully, this time.

“Ha. Ha. Ransom,” you tossed the last piece of popcorn into the trash as you walked over to the sink, “I know that you get some kind of sick amusement making misogynistic comments like that, but I’m not about to let your pompous ass intimidate me. Not again.” You turned your back to him and started washing your hands. The water was scalding, but you welcomed the distraction.

This time you would stand up for yourself. This time he wouldn’t catch you off guard. “So go back to whatever man-child frat party you came from and have fun with people who act just like you – drunk assholes with the mental capacity of 15-year-old boys who think being a dick is a personality tr-”

Two large, thickly veined, hands slammed down on on either side of you. They gripped the edge of the sink tightly, caging you in. You squeaked when you felt a domineering form hovering behind you. One of the powerful hands reached forward and turned off the roaring water of the faucet.

Hot breath prickled against your ear. “Looks like the little virgin’s finally got some balls,” Ransom’s low voice sounded sinister, even with his usual sarcastic bite, “I forgot how infuriating you usually are. Even though you play-act this strong, empowered, bitchy character, I know what you really are beneath all that big talk, and I miss that begging, distraught, wannabe whore.”

You flinched, feeling inside every bit as helpless as he accused you of being. You fought not to let it show, though, “Ransom, remove yourself from my personal space.” Instead of the strong, unbothered tone you were going for, your voice sounded hushed and weak.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “Sunshine, what did I just say? Remember how the last time we saw each other, you were whoring it out in my home?” He shoved his hand between your thighs, cupping your mound. “All because this virgin cunt couldn’t last a single second more without being filled full of cock.” The heel of his palm dug into your pulsing core and your body curled forward, shocked by the sudden pressure. “I already told you that I’d give you the honor of losing that innocence to me, so I don’t see why we have to beat around the bush, so to speak.”

You clutched his hand and pried it away from your heat, not sure where you found the strength to do so. You pressed yourself against the sink, trying to leave as little room for another move like that as possible.

Instead of attempting to dive back in, Ransom rested his hand on your plush waist, squeezing tightly, “Still playing hard to get, huh? I know you want my dick inside you, sunshine.”

You shut out the millions of charged electrons shooting through you and blurted out, “Even if I wanted to have sex with you – which I absolutely do not – I don’t need some pity fuck from a two-pump chump like you. You could be the last person on Earth and I’d still rather die a virgin than let your limp little dick anywhere near me.”

Ransom stilled behind you, fully removing himself from your body. For a second you thought that was it, that he’d leave.

How foolish of you.

Strong hands gripped your hips and spun you around. Ransom dug a hand into your hair and pulled the locks tight. You felt the bite as they tugged at your scalp. Just like last time, his eyes suddenly lacked the mischievous glint that always seemed to shine in them. Instead, they were cold, sky-blue orbs. You could see a seething fire beneath his stoic face, only given away by the twitch in his left eye and the clench of his chiseled jaw.

He didn’t do anything though - not yet - he just held you there to cower before him, letting you become more and more fearful of what was spinning around in that twisted mind of his. You looked away but he shook the fist tangled in your hair, your eyes rattled in your skull as you brought them back to focus on him.

He breathed in deeply, “Pity fuck, huh?” He used his grip on you to tilt your head back and forth, examining your frightened features, “That’s what you think I’m doing, sunshine?” You gulped. He shook you again, “Answer me!”

“W-why else would s-someone like you be interested in m-me?” You squeaked out, hating the self-deprecating words, but not knowing how else to combat his advance.

His eyebrows turned up in something you assumed was supposed to convey sympathy. “Oh sunshine, that’s real cute. You know, I thought this shy, self-conscious shit was just an act to turn me off, but you actually don’t see what you do to me?”

He brought his other hand up and stroked your chin, grazing your jaw as he traced some invisible line down your neck. “Besides, when have I ever been known to show pity?” He spat the word out like a curse as his fingernails scraped your sensitive flesh.

His look of pure fascination as he watched his hand’s descent baffled you. You pushed your thighs closer together, unsure as to why his expression sent heat rushing between them. His ghosting fingers came to a stop right over your heart and he splayed his fingers out, palm flat against your sternum. He stared at his hand as it moved up and down with the rhythm of your breaths.

“Sunshine, I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but I can’t keep my eyes off of you. And even when you’re not around, you still won’t leave my fucking head. It infuriates me. That this girl that stumbled into my life, this nothing, suddenly flipped a switch in my brain. I mean, I’ve fucked plenty of chicks in my day, even went out with a lucky few, but none of them have done what you do to me.”

His other hand moved to grip your waist, kneading the soft slope. “I’ll be the first one to agree that you’re not the stereotypical type of woman I keep around, but maybe that’s just another reason every time you enter a room I lose sight of all reason.” His fingers bit into your soft flesh as his grip tightened. “I lose my fucking mind, sunshine, and it’s all your fault.”

You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was stare at him helplessly as his hand on your chest curled up to wrap around your throat. His eyes blazed with desire as he squeezed, leaning forward so that his lips brushed yours.

The way he was acting scared you more than him cursing and berating you. That you understood, that you could fight. But this? This spelled more than a one-time thing, more than misplaced desire or hate fucking. There was a possessiveness in Ransom’s eyes that terrified you.

Even more than that, though, his actions had your mind and body in overdrive. No one had ever wanted you like this before, and the fact that it was someone with an icy heart like Ransom, made you feel almost special in some fucked up sort of way.

Everything was wrong. You needed to get out of there. You shook your head and brought a hand up to pull at his wrist. “N-no Ransom, you don’t actually like me. You just like the idea of fucking someone who’s off limits and I’m off limits for a very legitimate reason-”

His hand moved from your throat to your mouth, muffling your protests. “Sunshine, you always make it perfectly clear that we’re ex step-siblings. Besides, it’s not like we were raised up together, it’s really not that big of a deal. But you’re not wrong completely, it does make this all the more enticing - and I bet you feel the same way, too.”

His hand returned to your core, this time diving past your waistband and into your panties. You shrieked, again grasping at it in an attempt to remove the appendage. It was buried in there though, so your attempts were futile and when he ran a finger along your slit you convulsed. Your body wasn’t used to this kind of sensation. It wasn’t used to any attention like this.

His sadistic laugh echoed off the sterile kitchen walls, ringing in your burning ears. When the fingers that had been rubbing through your folds, playing with the embarrassing amount of slick, moved to your clit, you lost touch with reality. The sodden digits working over your coursing bundle of nerves in rough circles was sending shocks through your system.

You cried out at the sparks and Ransom grinned. “That’s right Sunshine,” His fingers plunged into your drenched pussy as his palm ground into your clit. “Only I can make you feel this way.” You quivered against his touch, already feeling the pull of your orgasm. “You think any 20-something college shithead is gonna touch you like I do or make you cum like I’m about to?”

You pressed your eyes closed, trying to drown out his words and focus on the magic happening between your thighs. You tried to imagine it was anyone but Ransom touching you. He grasped the side of your face, turning you to look at him.

He jostled your eyes open again and you gasped at the intensity in his darkened eyes, the pupils overshadowed any of the icy blue they usually held. “Answer me.” His grip was bruising and pulled your focus from his relentless toying underneath.

You gulped, not wanting to say the words, but the need for release beat out your pride in the end, “N-no, Ransom, only you.” The words felt heavy on your tongue but your mind was clouded with electric sparks as he curled his fingers up into your g-spot.

A garbled cry fell from your lips at the new pressure and Ransom swallowed it with his mouth as he lunged forward, arresting your moans with his own as you locked lips. His teeth bit into your lower lip until they broke skin, the slight tang of blood mixed with spit as he dragged it into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his own as he growled at the taste and feel of you.

His fingers followed the motions of his tongue as they both explored all that you had to offer. His hand dropped from your face and moved down, roaming over the expanses of your skin. He pressed it against the soft curve of your belly, and you made a disapproving sound, your hand coming up to pull his away from the parts of you that you didn’t want anyone to know about, nonetheless touch. He growled a warning and batted your hand away.

“Mine,” he grumbled into the harsh kiss and continued to run his large, warm hand over you, over all of you. He took his time to squeeze and caress every part of you that you always hid away as if to force you to acknowledge that the feeling of his heated palm and deft fingers actually felt incredible. It made you feel desired in a way you hadn’t before, a way that made your knees weak.

His long fingers were pumping in and out of your aching pussy, the squelching sound that filled the room made you both ashamed and turned on. Your breath hitched when he focused back on your clit again, his fore and middle fingers dancing around it as you started to shake in his strong embrace. You felt lightheaded as Ransom dragged you to the edge, your feet scrambling for purchase because you didn’t know what was going to happen when you inevitably came. You had never experienced such a crushing, overbearing tension in your abdomen before, the pressure made your body tense like you were a live wire about to spring.

Ransom buried his fingers in your pussy again as his other hand ceased its exploration of your generous curves and came to join it at the apex of your thighs. He settled his fingers on your bundle of nerves and once more began his blissful torment. He worked his hands independently as one pistoned into you over and over at an agonizing speed and perfect angle and the other attacked your clit. His endless teasing was pure torture as he rubbed the pulsing nub, not letting you build on a simple incline but bringing you up and down over and over as he kept switching between determined, heavy pressure and feather-light touch.

His mouth was still devouring yours. It was like he was taking control of your entire being, working your body in a way that only he knew how, removing your autonomy from the equation. He was showing you that he was the only person who could bring this kind of soaring pleasure to you, not even your own hands could do what he was doing. It was as if he was inside your brain and knew just how to light up every one of your nerve endings.

He wrenched his lips away and you let out a lewd cry as he ran his teeth down your exposed neck, nipping and slurping as he went. Your hopes that he wouldn’t leave a visible mark vanished when his teeth bit into your pulse point and he sucked. You had always found hickeys to be vulgar and unnecessary, but the sound and heat made your knees weak.

Your voice was a mix of unintelligible sounds and a tumble of expletives and even Ransom’s name. Every time his name spilled from your lips, he pressed into you even further, which seemed impossible at that point.

He finally stuck with grinding his fingers against your clit fully as he added another thick digit to the two that were already thrusting in and out of your quaking pussy. He’d been keeping you at the crest of your peak for who knows how long. All you knew is you would say anything - do anything - for him to make you cum right now, and that sentiment played across your lips in a garble of wanton pleas.

He must have been able to decipher the mumble of your slurred words because he stilled. You whined, your hips bucking up, but he stilled you with a flat palm to your abdomen. A low laugh brushed across your collarbone as he licked his way back up to your ear. His hot breath sent tingles along your spine as he whispered, “You better remember that promise, Sunshine. Begging for an orgasm like the little cockwhore I always knew you were. My little cockwhore,”

You couldn’t combat his claims, heat flamed across your face at his cutting words. They felt true at that very moment, even though the part of you that detested him screamed at you to deny him. “But, who am I to resist when you beg so nice and pretty for me? Go ahead, I’ll give a fucking slut just what she wants, Sunshine. Give my pussy what she needs.”

With that, his fingers thrusted back into your hole, curling up as his other hand’s fingers practically vibrated against your aching clit.

You screamed as your orgasm overtook you, it blasted through your body in a strike of lightning that shook your bones and boiled your blood. There was nothing else there as the world collapsed around you, you couldn’t even hear the satisfied laughter of Ransom as you drifted through a fucked-out abyss.

Your legs fell out from under you and Ransom pulled you closer, grinding his hard-on into you, groaning into your ear. In the back of your mind, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help the muffled, “Thank you, Ransom” that flew from your mouth as his fingers worked you through your peak.

It felt like hours before you finally came down from your high, Ransom’s hand still buried between your thick thighs. He couldn’t remove it if he wanted to, not with how tightly you clenched around it. His free hand came up and brushed away the hair sticking to your sweaty brow, gazing at your still panting form.

He gripped the back of your neck and yanked you into another searing kiss before he bent down to your neck again and bit into the mark he’d already made, sucking even harder to make sure the bruise would last. “Mine,” his low voice grumbled, as he lapped at the mark.

He licked his way up to your ear before he spoke in a clear voice, breaking you from your reverie, “Gotta run, sunshine-” he managed to finally pull his hand from between your still trembling thighs. He wiped his drenched fingers on your shirt, staining it with your essence- “don’t get me wrong, I’d love to stay and continue the fun, but I’ve got a date with a hot piece of ass from my gym named Vanessa.” He spoke the name like it dripped molten gold.

For some reason, your heart sank to your stomach at his words.

He fully removed himself from you, straightening out his tight fitting, thin, sweater and rolling down his sleeves. His eyes raked over the messy, cockdumb state he’d put you in, a self-satisfied smirk played at his lips.

He checked his watch before he continued his cutting speech, “I’m already running late, not that she’ll mind though, it is me, after all.” He palmed his cock, shifting it in his straining pants. “Might have to skip dinner and head right to dessert, if you know what I mean,” he winked at you as he sauntered out of the kitchen.

Before he turned the corner, he paused, glancing back at you with fire in his eyes. “I’ll see you around, sunshine. You’re gonna have to return the favor, after all.”

With that, he exited your vision, the sound of his measured steps echoed off the hallway walls and rang in your head as you sunk down to the floor. Tears ran down your cheeks, unbidden by you, and you let out a shaky cry as you were once again left to wallow in guilt and shame and insatiable desire by Ransom fucking Drysdale.

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I really loved Yandere Meliodas headcanons, you could do with Yandere Zeldris, I would like to see how he would be with other races too.

Thank you and sure! Seeing as you are referring to an old post that I refuse to read (I am in a state were I ignore the existence of all old writings as they make me cringe, but thank you for still liking that!), this is loosely based on that idea.

If Zeldris’ darling was a...

fellow demon, things would be the easiest. As members of the same clan there is not nearly as much of an issue with him being with you compared to the others. Even if you are low ranking, Zeldris will make up some excuse to justify your relationship. Seeing as he is not the first heir to the demon king and he himself would be easier to control with you by his side, there is not much opposition from his father. Even if you are powerful though, this guy has no qualms about forcing you into being his. Sure, at first he tries really hard to woo you in the demon way. You can even consider him cute, he kinda reminds you of a puppy with how excited he looks whenever you accept his presents or how dejected if not.

For a certain amount of time that is all he tries. Starting conversations, giving gifts, getting interested in your hobbies, ordering you away from the front lines, following you around, threatening those around you... over time he becomes more and more desperate. After he has made his intentions clear you have become a target, he would never forgive himself if you were to get hurt because of him. That being said, the longer this goes on, the more frustrated he becomes. He does his best to not let you notice, however, the way he grits his teeth or snaps at you before apologizing, the way he shields you with his body whenever others are around or how he grips your hand just a bit too tightly, should be enough to tell you that you better start liking him back, or at the very least, pretend to.

Once the two of you are together you might as well be engaged, everyone knows who you are or at the very least whose partner you are. You are offered better treatment, sure, but you are also suddenly watched the entire time, even if Zeldris isn’t with you he will know what you have been up to due to various demons paying closer attention to you than what you were used to.

goddess, there will be a lot of difficulty, for the both of you. Zeldris isn’t even sure how he fell for you, all he knows is that he can’t stop thinking about you, his attempts to hide his blush whenever that happens luckily succeeding. There is a lot of conflict here, the two of you are on opposing sides and he doesn’t know if he also caught your interest. The next few days he will often reappear on the very battlefield the two of you first met on, once he is there he will feel guilty and helpless, he doesn’t know you much and yet here he is, hoping to meet you again despite you being his enemy.

Caught up with his own feelings he will not notice what Meliodas is up to until the day comes where his older brother leaves the clan for Elizabeth, promptly following and catching up to him. Up to this point he had only ever seen glimpses of you, the way you carried yourself and protected those around you with such fierce loyalty making him drawn to you even more. The times he got to exchange words with you were few and far between and not really all too friendly, yet it was enough to make him even more addicted to your presence. When the blonde questions him, clearly ready to fight, all he says is that he wants to meet someone again, the look in Zeldris’ eyes all to familiar to Meliodas and the brothers make their way to the Goddess clan. Once there he will receive many curious and even more threatening looks and despite Elizabeth doing what she can to stand up for him, his time will not be made any easier. However, that doesn’t matter as he can finally approach you, giddyness hidden under a stoic facade as he makes his way over to you, mentally preparing himself for what he hopes is the start of a good relationship that he can build on.

As soon as the two of you are together, Zeldris can’t help but admire your wings. The feathers are so incredibly soft and he picks up the habit of cleaning them for you, enjoying the intimacy that comes with it. Also, please wrap them around him when you hug him and only then, don’t do that to anyone else. As your significant other he is the only one that you should get so close to.

human, I think we all know that the biggest problem would be your mortality. It doesn’t matter when he fell for you, but the moment he does he is hit with the realization that you age way too quickly. You are frail and mortal in his perspective and he fears from everyone elses’, too. There is really no other way but to cling to you, bringing you with him while he searches through all kinds of books and questions various people on how to extent your life. There are more methods than he can count, luckily, however, not all of them are desirable. Some of the described side effects give him nightmares which he tries to hide from you, not wanting you to see how desperate he is getting.

The fountain of youth will be his best option (as long as it still exists) and he surely isn’t above steeling some drops for you. He does not wish to become mortal enemies with the fairies, undeniably dragging you into that chaos, too, and he is well aware that immortality is more of a curse than anything. As such, not even half a cup is what he aims for, making your life long enough so that you may spend it with him and he may spend his with you. Whether you want to or not, he will find a way to get the liquid down your throat, attentively making sure there aren’t any unknown side effects that could hurt you in any way.

When that is finally out of the way you can’t believe how relaxed Zeldris suddenly is, with his biggest worry out of the way he will cling to you even more so than before, excited to spend time with you. It is likely that you will be overwhelmed and while he tries to be understanding, there is only so much he can do before he wants to be around you again at least.

fairy, there would be much for him to learn. He doesn’t know much about other races except for the goddess and vampire clan. All his knowledge is war related, abilities, weaknesses and all that stuff is barely any good ground to start a conversation on. So even if you were open to talk to him, he doesn’t know what. The first few times you two accidently (at least at first) meet, the exchange is somewhat dry. There are not many topics he can bring to the table and he is afraid to say something that might offend you, ultimately turning silent before bidding goodbye.

From then on he will start studying fairy customs and behaviors, learning different songs and dances and special ways they make their clothes all in hopes that he can impress you with his expertise. He even succeeds from time to time, he happily thinks back to the time you hesitantly sung one of the songs he was curious about to him (after much convincing from his side), your flustered smile when he complimented you stuck on his mind. If others notice his odd interest there is not much they can do, from the outside it only looks as if he is reading some books and surely it’s a coincidence that the fairies seemed to be able to flee more easily when Zeldris was involved in the fight. It must also be by chance that the person that has been bothering you disappeared only for their mangled corpse to appear a few days later, some low rank demon seeming to have had their fun torturing them. There are never enough clues that clearly point towards the demon, nearly no one can get suspicious of him like that.

While he never really cared about who would be hurt when he fought, now he takes extra care to avoid any animals that might get in the way. As a fairy you have a close connection with nature and while you understand that some things just are unavoidable, you are unwelcome of his habit to destroy the whole place and heavily scold him for it, your anger even scaring him a bit.

giant, he would be unsure on how to approach you at first. Your first meeting was a not so friendly one and though neither of you were injured, there was not much conversation either. Actually, it wasn’t until the third time he encountered you that he actually took an interest in you. Beforehand, the two of you had only fought, but that time you hadn’t noticed him yet. You were simply doing your own thing, which wasn’t much as you were currently patrolling the border, but there was such a tranquility around you, despite your size and the proximity to demon territory small wildlife, which you could crush without a thought, gathered around you, seeming content in your presence as you gently tried to steer them away.

Zeldris never had a problem with asserting dominance over others no matter how tall they were, one glare enough to frighten even the tallest and proudest giant. He does not want to scare you though and as he is pondering that thought he doesn’t notice as the animals run away as you outright throw a whole boulder at him, getting into a defensive position as you glower at the demon that managed to avoid your attack. Once again the two of you will be fighting, but unlike before Zeldris will try to start a conversation in the middle of the battle, annoying you more than intriguing you. Taking into account the times you have met before there really isn’t much surprise to that, however you come to find the demon trying to talk to you more and more, always appearing whenever you were within reach. Sooner or later the two of you will have a proper conversation, he is sure of it.

Once you are together, please let him rest on your shoulder or your hands. Zeldris really likes the thought of you carrying him and he is astonished how comfortable it is to rest on you with him falling asleep almost immediately. To him it also shows how much he trusts you and you know that even if you tried, you couldn’t really harm him even when he looks so defenseless.

vampire, there are various downsides and upsides. For one, your clan is considered even lower than servants and Zeldris is ashamed to admit that he once shared that viewpoint. As such, his interest in you is sure to be looked down upon. On the bright side, it could have been worse. At least you were on the same page, allies, however fragile that status may be. Therefore, there had been many opportunities to meet you and since your territory was within the demons’ boundaries it was not all to difficult to visit you from time to time outside of political meetings.

There is somewhat a common ground for the both of you and Zeldris couldn’t be gladder for that. Members of other clans are often scared by the mere sight of him, but at least you are somewhat used to it and are more likely to upon up to him. Still, he makes use of the power imbalance. While he will not let any other demon catch him with you, he doesn’t mind as much when other vampires catch a glimpse of the both of you. He is sure that the vampires would jump at the opportunity to use your connection with him, which means that they will push you into his direction. He does make sure that they wouldn’t harm you though, using some spells he looked up for this specific reason to protect you and alarm him should you be in danger.

Zeldris is very much ready to let you drink his blood. Not only does it make you stronger and allows you to heal faster, which calms his mind quite a bit, he does not like the thought of you doing that to anyone else. Imagining you getting close to someone else for that and especially biting them is surely one of the images he would rather push out of his mind before he gets too bothered by it.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere seven deadly sins x you #yandere seven deadly sins x reader #yandere seven deadly sins zeldris #yandere nanatsu no taizai #yandere nanatsu no taizai x you #yandere nanatsu no taizai x reader #yandere nanatsu no taizai zeldris #yandere zeldris #yandere zeldris x you #yandere zeldris x reader #guess who is back #i have so many unfinished drafts

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The Littlest Dumpling {7}

Previous: The Littlest Dumpling {6}

Pairing: Min Yoongi x OFC

Genre: Non Idol AU / Author AU

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! Talking About Sex! Kissing! Making Out! SEX! P-In-V-Consensual-Sex

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Yoongi decides to be an adult and face multiple fears. And the history of a long standing feud comes to light.

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Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead

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“Your highness, what do you want to do?” Hyun-Woo asked.

“Fight.”

“Fight?”

“I will fight for my kingdom. I will fight for our freedom. I will fight to keep our land safe and welcome to everyone. We will fight for what is dear to us. That is this land, and that is our kingdom. Ready the troops,” The Lil King instructed.

“But sir,” Chin-Hae tried to stop him. “Sir, we aren’t ready for battle. The armor isn’t made, the weapons –

“Call on every person in the land, offer them grain for a year and clothing for winter. Every person that can help should help.”

“Okay,” Chin-Hae said, satisfied by the King’s answer.

“And call on my grandmother. We will need her magic.”

The Lil King disappeared into his chamber, shutting the door and sitting at his desk. He stared at the papers in front of him, spells and projections that were being written for this occasion. But they’re untested, how will they work when the forces are surrounding his kingdom, threatening his people? How will he fight?

Lil King Yoongi Vol. 3

October

“Are you sure?” Yoongi whispers, lips against your collarbone, hands toying with the hem of your underwear.

“Yoongi,” You mewl, raising your hips lightly to grind against him. His hardened cock presses into you, pushing all reason and judgment from your mind.

“What?” He asks, pulling away to stare at you, lust in his blown irises.

“We’ve been doing this, dating, for months…. Haven’t we waited long enough?” You ask.

His chest is still pressed to yours, breasts marking him in invisible lust that’s potency is building, drawing him deeper and deeper into your orbit.

“You aren’t officially my girlfriend, I didn’t know if you wanted to wait until we talked to HR.”

“Yoongi, you fingered me last week.”

“I – okay yeah so that’s a form of sex but it’s different.”

“You know how I taste, Yoongi,” You remind him, nails scraping down his neck.

“Yeah, and I’d like another to drink you in, but I want us to be on the same page,” Yoongi says.

“I want to have sex with you, right now.”

“Okay.”

“That’s my enthusiastic consent. Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

“More than you realize,” Yoongi answers.

“Great, there’s condoms in the drawer,” You point towards your nightstand and watch as he rolls off of you and slips his boxers off. His tears the condom open and sheaths himself before turning back to you.

“Oh shit,” You mutter, staring at a completely naked Yoongi.

“Is my body weird?” Is his first thought, and first thought is best thought.

“No! God, sorry! You’re really sexy, and I’m even hornier for you now that you’re naked on my bed than I was when you were pressed against me.”

“Okay that’s a good ego boost,” He says and slips back to his position between your thighs. His lips find yours, passion and heat building as his lips toy with yours. He’s the best kisser you’ve experienced, or maybe you care about him so much that it makes every ministration feel like fireworks. “Are you okay like this?”

“Missionary?” You ask.

“Yeah,”

“Yeah, I kind of like that for our first time we’re keeping it classic.”

“I just want to feel you, every part of you,” Yoongi says and kisses you again.

Your legs wrap around his waist, opening yourself up to him whenever he’s ready to take that step. It’s hard to resist, when he can feel your wetness against him, creating a smooth glide as your hips buck into his.

“Yoongi, you’re killing me,” You moan, tilting your head to the side to catch your breath.

“Okay, okay,” He laughs and slips a hand between you. His deft fingers swirl your clit as he lowers himself to your entrance. “You good?”

“Please just fuck me,” You groan.

Yoongi kisses you again as his hand glides his hardened cock to your entrance.

There’s something thrilling about having sex with someone for the first time, particularly someone you care about. It’s both exciting, promising, and terrifying. This is what Yoongi was scared of, the intimacy that comes with sex, the vulnerability of bearing yourself completely to another person. Of your bodies joining and being unable to hide that birthmark or the scar from when you fell off your bike. The pressure to perform, to be present and there for your partner and bring them relief and bliss as they try to do the same for you. And then, it’s all consuming. The scents, the sensations across every one of your senses in all parts of your body. The way it takes over your mind and all you can think of is their name, over and over again. A prayer. A wish. A command.

“Oh my god,” You mutter as he bottoms out, cock fully inside you, hips stilling to let you adjust to him. “Yoongi.”

“What?” He asks, panicked.

“I have a very good feeling about this,” You say, and use one of your hands to tilt his jaw to you. You lean up to kiss him, and Yoongi begins to set a pace. He pulls out gently at first, slowly stretching you as he begins to rock back and forth.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not, I want more,” you moan.

Yoongi takes your direction and begins to move his hips faster, snapping harder with every thrust. It’s powerful and potent, the way his body conforms to fit into yours, his gentle touch on your face, his lips still pillows of comfort and wanting on your burning skin.

This is sex, Yoongi thinks. This, this is good sex.

Yoongi lays next to you, breath finally returning to nowhere as he pushes hair off his sweaty forehead. Crawling into bed next to him, you snuggle onto his sticky chest, draping a leg across his body.

“So that was,” You start.

“Yeah, that was,” Yoongi laughs.

“I’m glad we waited,” You say.

“You are?”

“Yeah, that way we could spend too much time talking about it and figuring out how we feel about each other.”

“Me too, time’s made me like you even more,” Yoongi says.

“Me too.”

Yoongi kisses your forehead tenderly and hugs you close.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“What exactly happened with you and Seokjin?”

“I – that’s a long story.”

“Will you tell me?” You ask. It’s more than that. It isn’t a simple request, tell me about this past hurt. It’s a deep sign of connection. Do you trust me enough to tell me? Can you be vulnerable enough to share with me? Give me a piece of yourself?

“Okay.” Yoongi says. “But first, we need water.”

The Kim household was strict, fair but hard on the two boys that were raised within it. Bedtime was the rule, honoring their father and mother was not simply biblical, but expected. Disobeying would result in grounding and punishment so severe they didn’t speak about it at school. Both Kim sons, Seok-Joong and Seokjin, grew steadfast in their parents’ guidance. They were patient and measured like their mother, genial and charming like their father. They dabbled in so many clubs and athletics it was a wonder they had time for homework, let alone Korean school on the weekends. The brothers Kim became well rounded and thus, well respected.

Except for the problem with the Mins.

Yoongi Min and his older brother, Geum-jae, grew in almost parallel lives to the Kim’s. They obeyed their parents, were in many clubs and sports and were respected. Well the eldest was. Yoongi was too busy with art classes and creative writing workshops to play sports. But that didn’t stop him from excelling at everything he tried.

The problem with the Mins, was also the problem with the Kim’s.

Mrs. Kim and Mrs. Min had met when they were pregnant with their first sons and created a sisterhood of the traveling pants type friendship. Their pregnancies, both with sons, created a deep bond between them. One they maintained when they both became pregnant with their second sons as well. They felt like the other could see them, could understand their plights and the pressures of being a mom and provider. They discussed, in hushed voices, their marital problems and shared recipes for traditional Korean dishes and laughed over soju when the kids were asleep or at sleep away camp.

For Mrs. Kim, there was no one more elegant and commanding of respect as Mrs. min.

For Mrs. min, there was no one more poised and put together as Mrs. Kim.

And thus, without ever saying so, they raised their boys in direct competition with each other.

“Yoongi-ah got straight As this semester, how can you explain your B in world history, Seokjin-ah?”

“Seokjin-ah you’re in the same classes as Yoongi-ah, why is he getting 100% and you aren’t making a solid A? Maybe he should tutor you.”

Both phrases were used, edited, and reused so many times Jin knew when his mother was going to say them. He knew the exact score that would elicit a comparison, the exact comment from a teacher that would provoke a comment on how smart or incompetent he was.

At the Min household, the other side of the coin was: “You did better than Seokjin-ah this semester, good job Yoongi-ah.”

These interactions naturally created a resentment and frustration between the two once very close friends. So close Seokjin and Yoongi had called each other brother for years, though in the presence of their parents Yoongi was expected to address Seokjin with the honorific, hyung. They had been inseparable. Fast friends, best friends who at one time knew everything about the other, despite the constant competition their mothers refused to acknowledge they put them through. Their older brothers got off fairly easily, they were the first borns and more in tandem with each other than Yoongi and Seokjin.

Like all friendships, there comes a point where friendship and hormones meet… often to disastrous consequences.

In high school, Yoongi was known throughout their school as the quiet, studious artist. He didn’t make waves; he rode them casually and with ease. Internally, he was a duck paddling under water. That was Yoongi, calm on the outside, panicking on the outside.

Yoongi’s saving grace was how funny he was, hilarious even. Jokes for days that flowed quietly out of his lips and fell on the only person who ever actively sat next to him, Seokjin.

Now, it wasn’t so much that Seokjin hadn’t discovered his humor and comedy yet… well, frankly he hadn’t. He wasn’t sure how to be funny, or what he could say that would make the popular kids he hung out with find him more interesting than just his pretty face. Which is how his habit taking whatever it was Yoongi said and repeating it to a larger, more willing audience began.

Seokjin was popular. Very. Very. Popular. Walk down the halls having multiple people try to high five him, popular. Girls calling his name and waving like a 90s romcom popular. And thus, the comments and jokes Yoongi made circulated to a wider audience. A much wider audience. He didn’t mind, the first or second time. But my junior year, he began to pull away from Jin. Why talk to a friend when they have such loose lips? Didn’t Seokjin know that’s what sunk ships? And would, inevitably sink their friendship? He didn’t seem to realize it, or care that much that he was stealing the comments and intellectual property right out of Yoongi’s mouth to fan the flames of his high school stardom.

The incident occurred in the middle of senior year. Yoongi was walking through the halls, headphones half in, playing nothing of consequence. He rounded the corner, and there was Seokjin with his usual set of fawners. They stared at him, bewildered and beguiled by his handsome face and hilarious retelling of what happened in AP lit. It wasn’t anything exciting, presentations on whatever topic they’d picked for their main thesis essay of the year. It was American lit, so naturally Yoongi was exploring the difference in narrative from a Japanese American and a white American during the internment. He’d found two novels set in the same time period, in the same city that he could compare. Seokjin wanted to know the American fascination with Steinbeck, weren’t there female authors of the same time doing the same thing but better?

But the way Jin told it, it sounded more like a farce a La On the Way to the Forum.

Regardless, as Yoongi rounded the corner, they gawkers started whispering, his name he caught, then from Seokjin

“He hasn’t even kissed a girl. Did you know he steals my jokes? Copies them for his well, parents I guess. He doesn’t have friends. Probably because they know he’s a fucking loser.”

Yoongi was shocked, weren’t they once best friends?

“Did you know he wet the bed until he was 10?” Jin said, telling Yoongi’s secret to these random people. “Apparently, he slept in his brother’s bed too. Until he was twelve.”

Yoongi went home, slammed the door, and never spoke to Jin again. He didn’t answer his parents’ questions about the Kim’s, he didn’t sit near him in class. He didn’t do anything that would involve spending time with Seokjin.

That was a decade ago. He still hasn’t forgiven him.

“Yoongi,” You whisper, feeling all kinds of guilt wash over you.

“Y/N,” He says. “I don’t want your pity.”

“No, I’m not pitying you. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“When you first started the editing, you didn’t want to work with Jin and I forced you to. I was cold and unsympathetic. I didn’t give it the time or space you needed, I forced it. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi wasn’t expecting an apology, truthfully, he’d forgotten about the conversation almost completely. You were pretty firm with him, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for a publisher dealing with a stubborn author.

“Thank you,” Yoongi says.

“I, he completely destroyed your trust. I flitted about like it was nothing but that’s not fair, it was something. Something major.”

“Yeah, it was traumatizing. Took me a while to even talk about it.”

“I’m so sorry honey,” You say, stroking his face.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I could’ve been nicer, kinder to you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“You know,” You say. “I kind of want you to stay.”

“You want me to stay?”

“I want you to stay the night.”

“Oh,” Yoongi’s surprised. “You do?”

“Fuck, you don’t have to. It’s just an idea.”

“I don’t have a toothbrush,” He says. That’s his first thought, his greatest fear. Like he can’t run home and get clothes and come back.

“I have an idea,”

“Okay?”

“Why don’t you go home and get clothes, and your toothbrush, and I’ll change the sheets?”

“Did you just read my mind?” He laughs.

“I did,” You answer, kissing his cheek.

Waking up next to Yoongi is an experience. His hair a little mussed, eyes closed and lips gently parted, he’s so beautiful and soft.

“Stop staring,” He mutters.

“Why?”

“It’s weird.”

“I’ve only been doing it for maybe thirty seconds.”

“Is that a way of saying we haven’t crossed into the weird territory yet?”

“Yes.”

“Mm,” Yoongi reaches for you and you scoot towards him. His arm around your waist, you’re drifting back to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the breath inflating his lungs.

“Brunch?” You mutter.

“Yeah, in like two hours.”

The Ruby Poppy doesn’t have brunch, however its sister restaurant, Sunflowers & Daffodils does. They don’t have a cozy corner booth for you to snuggle into, but instead offer cute tables exploding with flowers.

Yoongi pulls your chair out and you sit, hand leaving his as he moves to his own chair.

“I really want French toast,” You declare.

“Wanna split French toast and an omelette?” Yoongi asks.

“Oo, best of both worlds. Yes.”

“I think going to The Ruby Poppy weekly has helped me figure out your food preferences.”

“That and you’ve cooked me dinner multiple times a week for at least two months, so that probably helps too.”

“I like cooking for you.”

“I like it when you cook for me.”

“Yoongi?” A voice calls, and it stops Yoongi as he’s about to take your hand.

“God fucking damnit,” Yoongi mutters and stares up at the ceiling. “Fuck me.”

“Y/N?” The voice says as it approaches, a woman following close behind.

“Seokjin!” You say and stand. “Wow.”

He hugs you gently and stares at Yoongi. “Mr. Min.”

“Mr. Kim,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

You’re not quite sure what to do, their relationship is strained and stunted at the moment Jin decided to betray Yoongi and never apologize. Now that you know, do you still view Jin the same?

“This is my girlfriend, Violette,” Jin introduces the woman with him.

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” You say. “Hi Violette, I’m Y/N, Jin’s boss. And this grump is Yoongi, an author at –

“You’re Lil King Yoongi!”

“I – yeah.”

“The kids I work with, at my gallery love your books. There’s one kid who draws a little king in all his pieces at art camp. You’re a legend,” Violette smiles.

It occurs to Yoongi that Violette has no idea how vile Seokjin can be. It also occurs to him, more potently than before, that Seokjin exists in a world where his decision to betray Yoongi doesn’t weigh heavily on his life at all. He probably forgot about it, moved on so quickly it would’ve given Yoongi whiplash. How fucking unfair.

“Oh, thank you,” Yoongi says, voice stiff and posture equally as rigid.

“What are you two doing here?” Jin asks. His eyes drift from Yoongi’s hand, awkwardly resting on the table, to the relaxed nature he walked up on.

“Having brunch,” You answer.

“A working brunch? On a Saturday? Wow Y/N, really burning the candle at both ends,” Jin laughs.

“We’re discussing what I need to do to get you fired from books two and three,” Yoongi answers. “Apparently, it’s a lot of sabotage and telling of secrets.”

“Ah, yes, probably would require blackmail of some sort. Would you really do that Yoongi, and disappoint our mothers?” Seokjin asks.

“My mother would understand.”

After the incident, Mrs. Min and Mr. Min sat down to discuss what to do. They hadn’t realized the contempt brewing between Yoongi and Seokjin, though they realized they should’ve seen it coming. Mrs. Min began to separate herself from Mrs. Kim, which broke her heart. But Yoongi wasn’t speaking to them, after his initial breakdown, and how could she continue a friendship when her friend’s son, wounded hers?

“Surely she wouldn’t,” Seokjin argues.

“How long have you two known each other?” Violette asks.

“Birth,” Yoongi answers.

“Oh wow,”

“Our brothers are friends, our moms met when they were pregnant with them.” Seokjin tells her.

“But you two?”

“Used to be friends, now we’re enemies,” Yoongi answers.

“Enemies is a bit strong,” Seokjin says, pacifying Yoongi’s attitude. “I’m your editor, you’re my author. We’re coworkers if anything.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Their working on Yoongi’s next project, and shockingly, it’s going well,” You step in to course correct the conversation, which is failing dismally.

“Well, we don’t need to talk shop on a Saturday. It was fun running into you,” Jin says.

“Yes, I’ll see you this week.”

“It was nice to meet you, Violette,” Yoongi says. He doesn’t acknowledge Seokjin.

The couple walks away, leaving you with a disgruntled and frustrated Yoongi.

“Can’t you let it go, just for brunch?” You ask.

“No.”

“So we’re going to eat in silence?”

“No, we can talk.”

“Okay –

“Do you think Violette knows?”

“About his youthful indiscretion?”

“It’s not an indiscretion, he publicly humiliated me.”

“Right.”

“I wonder if she knows he’s a monster.”

“Could it be possible that he’s grown up?”

“He’s never apologized, he’s never told his parents what happened. My mother lost her best friend because he hasn’t owned up to it.”

“At what point do you leave it in the past?”

“I – if I knew the answer to that I probably wouldn’t be so uptight about it.”

“Maybe it’s something you need to explore.”

Yoongi can take the hint, and quiets himself over his cup of coffee. He can see it, the chasm this fight with Seokjin is beginning to create between them, a rift that if he doesn’t get it under control, will doom them.

He reaches his hand for yours. “I’ll talk to Seokjin, okay?”

“You will?”

“I will.”

“Okay, I’m proud of you.”

“I haven’t done it yet. Odds are I chicken out and never speak to him outside of the office again.”

“Yoongi,” You sigh.

“No, I’ll figure it out, promise.”

“You don’t have to do it for me.”

“I know, but, I don’t want my dislike and distrust of him, on a personal level, to affect us.” Yoongi says.

“Us?” You ask.

“Don’t do that,” Yoongi blushes.

You smile. “Do what?”

“Act like we’re separate people, and not a couple.”

“Are we, a couple?”

“You’re my secret girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“I, yes.” It’s your turn to blush.

“Then we’re a couple.”

Yoongi and Hoseok sit on Namjoon’s couch, watching as he paces back and forth, back and forth. Yoongi can’t believe it’s taken him over a month from when he found out to fess up to Hoseok, it seems ridiculous to wait that long over information that could easily be sent in a text. But Namjoon insisted on telling him in person, so now Yoongi is impatiently waiting for this conversation to start.

“What is wrong with you?” Hoseok asks.

“I have to tell you something, and it’s not a big deal,” Namjoon says.

“Is this about your secret girlfriend?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes.”

“It’s Jane, isn’t it?”

“How’d you know?” Namjoon asks, stopping in his tracks.

Hoseok shrugs. “I’m psychic.”

“You are not,” Yoongi laughs.

“I just knew, how could you not? You talk about her constantly, and it’s exhausting. You wouldn’t be talking about her that much if you haven’t seen her naked,” He explains.

“Shit,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah, damn. How long have you known?”

“Six months at least,” Hoseok says.

“And you didn’t tell me?” Yoongi asks, outraged.

“I thought you knew!”

“You thought dense little Yoongi knew?” Namjoon laughs.

“I caught them, that’s how I found out,” Yoongi says.

“Oh shit, naked?” Hoseok asks.

“Post,” Yoongi clarifies.

“Oh, so kind of like if I showed up at your apartment any evening after 8pm?” Hoseok teases.

“And Y/N was there, naked in his bed?” Namjoon adds.

“Fuck you both,” Yoongi says.

“Very protective over your non-HR sanctioned secret girlfriend,” Hoseok teases.

“Of course, he is, he’s got love in his eyes, can’t you tell?” Namjoon says.

“I hate you both.”

“Joon – who said I love you first, you or Jane?” Hoseok asks.

“Jane,” Namjoon answers. “She knew, not before me, but she said it before I did.”

“Let’s really think about it,” Yoongi starts. “If Namjoon said it first, would Janie have accepted it, or just made fun of him?”

“Made fun of him for sure,” Hoseok says.

“So maybe it worked out that you let her take the lead.”

“Did you kiss her first?”

“Yes, I did. She sat next to me, but I kissed her first.”

“Good, with consent I’m assuming.”

“Yes, dad, with consent.”

“Good,” Hoseok nods. Jane would’ve castrated him if he made an unwarranted advance. Rightfully so, he would’ve deserved it.

“And your anniversary?”

“October 3rd.”

The silence is brief, because Yoongi needs to talk to his friends about what happened at brunch.

“I told Y/N I’d talk to Seokjin,” He says.

“About high school?” Namjoon asks.

“Yeah.”

Hoseok is surprised. “What are you going to say to him?”

“I’m going to ask if he remembers it and ask if it ever crossed his mind how that day affected me and my life. Which I know it didn’t, because he’s a narcissistic asshole.”

“He could’ve evolved,” Namjoon suggests.

“That’s what Y/N said too. He could’ve evolved. But how does he get to be in love and have a successful relationship after how awful he was?” Yoongi asks.

“The same way that you get to, Yoongi.”

“But, I was the victim. He bullied me. He stole my jokes and comments for his own popularity, he took from me.”

“Yeah, and you’ve made it very difficult for him to show you that he’s changed,” Hoseok says.

“I don’t believe he has.”

“How would you know?” Namjoon asks.

“That’s fair.”

“Maybe Seokjin has totally changed and is an evolved person. But he also might not remember that incident in high school.”

Yoongi sighs, this is a new low he hadn’t quite examined. “How pathetic does that make me if he doesn’t remember it?”

“Seems like it’d make him the insane one. He can’t remember being a bully? That’s sociopathic,” Hoseok says. He rises from his spot on the couch and retreats to the bathroom to grab more water for himself and Yoongi.

“I don’t want this to ruin what Y/N and I have,” Yoongi tells them. “I can feel it, this fucking thunder just off the horizon. I can see her giving me an ultimatum, a fix it or we’re over… I don’t want that.”

“If your relationship ends, you want it to be because you’re a neurotic mess, right?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re making the real step towards not letting it,” Hoseok says.

“Unrelated – did you find the answer you were looking for?” Namjoon asks Yoongi, smirking mischievously.

“What question?” Hoseok asks.

“What is good sex?” Namjoon asks.

“Oh, that’s a good question,” Hoseok says.

“Thank you!” Yoongi cheers. “Vindicated!”

“It’s a good question that I’m not sure has an answer,” Hoseok says. “More of a nebulous idea.”

“Aren’t you sex negative?”

“Yes, but this is a universal question anyone having sex is asking. What does it mean to have good sex, or mind-blowing sex, or insane sex?” He asks.

“Namjoon said insane sex first!” Yoongi cheers, so glad he’s not the only one who thinks it’s worth asking.

“Yeah, what qualifies it? Namjoon, how was your anniversary sex?” Hoseok asks.

“It was,” Namjoon pauses. “I understand the error of my ways.”

“The error?” Yoongi howls, laughing hysterically.

“It wasn’t an error! Good sex is… My anniversary sex was really good. It wasn’t like, Pam and Tommy sex. It was tender and romantic, which can fall into the category of good sex.”

“So, it’s an umbrella with lots of little facets?” Hoseok asks.

“That makes so much more sense,” Yoongi says. “See, syntax matters.”

Namjoon and Hoseok roll their eyes.

“No one said it didn’t.”

“Good sex can’t just be about orgasms, because some people, a lot of women, don’t reach climax during sex. So whatever good sex is has to be measured by individual people,” Hoseok explains.

“Sex negative but sex knowledgeable,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah. Think about sex with Jimin, that was good sex, but wasn’t sex with Y/N also good?”

Yoongi blushes, bright pink and red across his cheeks and neck. “Yeah.”

“They both can exist, different experiences, with different aspects, all good sex.”

“Hoseokie is a genius,” Namjoon laughs.

“That, gentlemen, is a fact you should already know.”

You: I miss you

Yoongi: I miss you too

You: How was your boys night?

Yoongi: It was fun, not as fun as making out with you, but fun

You: Things can be different kinds of fun

Yoongi: Can I ask you something?

You: Anything

Yoongi: What’s good sex?

You: Do you mean do we have good sex, or are you asking what good sex is in the broader sense?

Yoongi: I guess both, if my embarrassment can take the answer to the former

You: I think we have good sex… I think we might be headed towards great sex

Yoongi: Oh thank god

You: For me, good sex depends on my mood. Lately, with you, it’s so good because I feel connected to you, engrossed in you… but it’s also good because you make me feel like … it’s indescribable. We’ll have moments where good sex is defined by a quickie in the bathroom while we’re at dinner… it just depends

Yoongi: I want to have sex with you, right fucking now

Yoongi: (I can’t believe I just typed that)

You: What’s stopping you?

Next: The Littlest Dumpling {8}

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