#ignore me im lost in the fucking sauce
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yesterday, before i started queen of the damned, i thought the daniel/armand stuff in the tag was cute! its fun. i enjoy it. haha hes gonna fuck that old man.
having just read devils minion for the first time, if assad zaman and eric bogosian do not kiss on the mouth on television i will be mailing my own corpse to amc corporate headquarters
#danmand#daniel malloy#the vampire armand#i am so insane about it. ohhhhh my god they love each other#i need to see assad's big beautiful eyes blinking in wonder as he feeds a pack of marlboros to daniel's garbage disposal#picturing daniel in a first class flight seat under the wisteria canopy in the death hallucination garden#drinking from armand's impossibly dainty throat#daniel's crying. armand's crying. im crying#iwtv 2022#ignore me im lost in the fucking sauce#tvc#jadetxt
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friends don’t fuck (l.s.m)
Your best friend of several years says that he can share a bed without being weird. Well, he’s a fucking liar.
or the one where neither of you sees any harm in fucking just to see what it’s like.
ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do.
WORDCOUNT― 3.7k
PAIRING― seokmin x afab reader
CONTENT― first time with big boy bestie, crackish, fluffish, mostly just smut
NOTE― im just in love with him bro. i know that i’m typically more known for writing plot and/or really detailed smut scenes with a bigger word count but i’m having fun relaxing and writing these little fics in my free time (ㅅ´ ˘ `) , which means this is not proof read.
smut tags under cut::
smut tags― soft top seokmin, he gets a little lost in the sauce, BIG DICK BESTFRIEND, seokmin loves boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, lil tiny bit of finger action
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The couch is uncomfortable. That’s his excuse.
“Well, you haven’t complained once in the years you’ve been crashing at my place.” You argue, sizing up your taller best friend who just so happens to already be tucked into your bed and spread-eagling it.
“I’m complaining now, though,” Seokmin yawns, stretching his arms and legs out even further as if to kick you onto the couch, “c’mon, I won’t be weird about it.”
You size him up once again. Never did you make him sleep on the couch because you thought he would be weird about it, usually it was just because the bitch is a blanket thief.
“Fine,” you relent, sliding yourself onto the bed and using your entire body to shove him over to make room for yourself, “the least you can do is make room for me.”
He chuckles, deciding to stop being annoying and scooting over for you, and then casually rolling over so that his back is facing you, implying he’s actually going to sleep.
So, there the two of you are. Not at all awkward, because you’ve been in worse situations with him that were a bit overwhelming (like that time he spilled his drink on you and mocked you for looking like you pissed yourself in the middle of a food court), this is nothing. It’s actually kind of weird that the two of you have never shared a bed considering the sheer amount of time you spend crashing in each other’s space. Guess it just never came up, guess neither of you cared too much about it.
It’s silent for a good thirty minutes save for the almost-muted Netflix show playing on the tv and your eyes are feeling ridiculously heavy. You can feel that heavy-sleep fuzz consume your body before you’re jolted out of it by none other than the fucking man himself.
“Are you still awake?” your best friend whispers as he shifts on your bed, presumably turning to face you.
“Trying not to be,” you mutter out in annoyance, staying on your back but turning your head to look at him with drooping eyes, “why, is the bed also too uncomfortable for your highness?”
He smiles and shakes his head, his eyes zoning in on your face and studying it.
“I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Well, can you stop so I can sleep?” You argue, not actually annoyed but just very tired.
“How do you feel about like–” he ignores you and pauses mid-sentence, which brings you to a place of curiosity.
“How do I feel about what, Seokmin?” You grouch, this time turning fully to face him.
You take a minute to admire him, despite seeing him multiple times a week. He looks nice when he’s tired, and you’ve told him a thousand times how handsome he is. You really don’t think he gets it though, like, look at him. His sharp features always fall into softness when he’s just finished yawning, and his eyes always flutter differently when he’s sleepy. It’s not like you’re into him that way though, you just know how to appreciate an attractive person, regardless of if he’s your best friend and in your bed.
“I don’t know, me and Seungcheol were talking about how we lost our virginities and–”
“Why?” You snort, imagining that they probably were just rambling at each other for that topic to be brought up.
“That doesn’t matter,” he groans, waving you off and continuing his point, “anyway, he mentioned that he lost his to his best friend and I was like, woah,” he looks at you, watching for a reaction, “like, wouldn’t it be just so weird to have sex with a best friend?”
You raise a brow at him and narrow your eyes.
“I mean, to some I guess it’s weird, depends on the person?”
“Okay, but I’m asking you.” He prods, trying not to be obvious but ultimately failing.
“Nah, I think people can do those kinds of things if they both know how to navigate the situation,” you start, looking away from him because for the first time ever, you think he might be implying something. “I’ve never tried it though.”
He deadpans at you before running a hand through his hair.
“So, you’re saying you could fuck a best friend?”
“Seokmin, you’re my best friend.”
Then he’s silent.
“I know.”
~
You’re avoiding the fact that you’re shocked by his sudden sexual interest in you. This is the last thing you imagined you’d be doing on a regular Tuesday night sleepover with your best friend. Like, who even goes out of their way to ask for a major change in friendship dynamics on a fucking Tuesday!?
It’s kind of flooring, actually, enough to push you out of your sleepy daze and into a different sort of mood. The man who usually keeps you grounded is now somehow making you feel entirely off balance and dizzy at the very idea. You mentioned that friends can definitely fuck if they know how to navigate the situation. Now it’s like, do you know how to do that? Are you a person who can navigate this type of thing? Can you really just accept his offer simply out of curiosity?
Clearly, being friends with Seokmin has some downsides, and those downsides are usually fighting the yearly urge to pretend his face wasn’t the star of one of your rare wet dreams. That was completely unintentional! Another one of those downsides might be the occasional stray idea of what’s in his pants. That’s totally natural though! Your friendship with him is strictly platonic albeit occasionally full of sexual curiosity.
“What if we just pretend to not be best friends for ten minutes?” Seokmin offers through the past thirty minutes of silence in the room.
“Seokmin,” you start, feeling anxious because if he asks one more time you might just take him up on the offer, “if you keep talking we won’t be best friends for any minutes.”
You can hear that all-too-familiar chuckle from him, the one that’s deep and mischievous.
“You act like I didn’t see the way you looked at me today when I got out of the shower.”
“And in what way did I look at you?” You feel a little called out simply because you didn’t even realize you were checking him out.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but–” Seokmin crowds up behind you considering you rolled away from him not too long ago, “you kind of seemed like you wanted to be under me.”
Never has he ever spoken to you like this. Sure, there’s a sexual joke here or there. Maybe even a playful ass slap and a fake moan, but this? This felt a little too real, and a little too inviting.
“Wrong,” you argue as a last-ditch effort to save yourself from whatever it is that you’d definitely prefer to happen right now.
“Oh yeah? Is that why you keep rubbing your ass against me?”
Goddammit. You were doing that, weren’t you? It’s his fault for crowding up behind you, all you were doing was– never mind that. The issue at hand here is you trying to pretend you’re not curious enough to absolutely fuck him. The even bigger issue is figuring out how this is gonna work, and if it’ll be worth it.
You pull your ass away for a moment, mostly to decide on what to do without feeling his–uh…thing against you. He shocks you though, by placing his hand around your waist and not really letting you. He knows you’re into it, there’s no way he doesn’t. Your best friend, the big bimbo man who also happens to go by another name of Seokmin, would never do something like this if he wasn’t already aware of how stubborn you are. Just this afternoon you eyeballed his snack and refused to admit that you wanted a bite until he basically force fed you. You’re stubborn, but he knows that you set boundaries seriously when he’s got the wrong idea.
God, you’re so in your head about this right now. Especially with him crowded up behind you, hands on your waist, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear.
“Okay,” you admit, defeated as you intentionally press yourself against him this time. “ten minutes,”
“Yeah?” He sighs out, and yeah, you were right– he’s like right there.
“If you make this weird, I’m never talking to you again.” You attempt to argue, but there's a feeling in your gut that overpowers any type of anxiety right now. Maybe it’s because his hands don’t stray from your waist, and they stay gentle, or maybe it’s because his lips are immediately against your neck and he’s pressing his length against you.
Oh so you’re really doing this now? This is how he starts off when he wants to fuck someone? Your best friend likes to kiss and lick and suck against the neck of his interest while also letting them feel his size? Damn, okay. You’re trying to hold it together, honestly. The nearly muted netflix show that’s playing sounds as if it has no sound at all by this point because you’re entirely focused on the fact that this is the reality and you’re about to fuck your best friend for shits and giggles. You’re seeing him in a brand new light, and goddamn does it look beautiful on him.
“You know…” Seokmin whispers against the back of your neck as he plants a kiss there, his fingers running from your waist to your stomach and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve never seen you without clothes on before,”
He’s right.
“We agreed on ten minutes,” you say, still being a bit stubborn but also encouraging him to take your shirt off– or his pants, or anything else for that matter, “you’re taking your sweet time.”
You can feel his lips against you turning into a smile and just as you go to try and make another snide comment, you’re grabbed by him and rolled over onto your back. He’s so quick with it, and seeing him now after already feeling his body against yours, he doesn’t look like your best friend. He looks like someone you desperately want to make feel good.
“Up.” He instructs, lifting your shirt until it’s caught under your arms. You do as he asked, of course, and then lay back down feeling kind of shy about the fact that he’s blatantly staring at your chest and–oh.
“God,” he groans, dipping down and nuzzling his face against them, “I knew they’d be pretty.”
There’s that heat spreading across your cheeks. You’re blushing and feeling goosebumps run all across your skin and it’s making you feel kind of small but also kind of adored.
“Ten minutes,” you remind him with a coo, cupping your hand on the back of his head as he continues to nuzzle and kiss against your tits, “get our pants off before you lose sight of the goal–”
He pulls up, looking at you with a raised brow and a slack jaw. Then he narrows his eyes.
“You’re really only gonna let me go for ten minutes?”
Of course not.
“Ten minutes, firm. Unless you change my mind.”
Ah, he does love a challenge, that’s true. Only this time you see this challenge as something more than a drinking contest or who can get the most kills in a video game. You swear he’s moving faster than he ever has before, navigating his big body and pulling himself back. He doesn’t even ask before he slips your pajama pants off of you, followed by his own.
You look down at him, now wanting your own curiosity to be satiated, but he’s still moving fast and leans down to your face, blocking your view.
“Now, hold on–” you argue, shoving his face away and lifting your head a bit to see between his legs, “you can’t just whip it out and not let me see it.”
He chuckles, because that’s fair. He pulls himself back, sitting on his knees between your legs and proudly presents his length to you. You stare, and then he stares. Both of you, stuck in a loop of taking in the other’s body and what there is to offer in terms of pleasure once you both have your fill of visuals.
His eyes go from your tits to your belly and then stop directly between your legs, and it’s like he wants to pray to the heavens for you wanting to do this because damn you look good. He wonders if you’re wet, or if you’re as excited as he is to be doing this with you.
Then there’s you, eyes scanning his length and internally trying to measure the circumference of his thickness. He had a huge cock this whole time and didn’t even offer to let you see it before now? What an awful best friend, he should be ashamed for withholding such information about himself from you.
“Hey, um–” you swallow around nothing, probably because your throat is trying to prepare itself for him. “not to be weird or anything but like, when did you get so fucking hot?”
He smiles, giving you a breathy laugh before finally tearing his eyes away from your folds.
“Why? Am I turning you on?”
You roll your eyes at that, leaning forward and grabbing his hand. He falls forward a bit with an excited breath and then immediately sighs out when he realizes that you place his fingers directly on your clit.
What you were gonna say was that he can see for himself if you’re turned on, instead, the second he felt it against his fingers, he slid them down and started exploring with a gentle groan.
“Good,” he compliments you, continuing to run his fingers through your folds, “can I kiss you too, or is that off limits?”
You look at him like he’s an idiot, but he knows what that means.
It’s silent when he does it. His lips laid against yours and feeling so plush and warm that all you can do is lick them until he lets you in. He does, and it’s really fucked up that he also hid the fact that he definitely knows how to kiss a woman from you too. From feeling his fingers teasing your entrance to feeling his tongue teasing your own– you feel elated that you’re getting this from him.
The kiss lasts much longer than his fingers do between your legs. You felt the absence of them for a split second before feeling him slide his length against you and essentially coat his cock in your arousal. He’s thick, long, and incredibly hard against you.
You let out a strangled sort of groan feeling it, and you shocked yourself at the sound. Never have you been so excited to feel someone rubbing their length between your lips. He kisses you harder when you make the sound, and you can feel his hips press into you with more pressure. For a second, you thought about it. You thought about doing this for hours, days, weeks with him. Unfortunately though, you both have shit to do and it upsets you a bit too much right now.
You whine against his lips, bringing your hand up and pushing his messy hair out of his face to prevent it from tickling your own. That same hand drags through his hair, down his back, and then between the two of you.
His body jolts when you grab him, and he pulls back from the kiss with a dazed smile and looks down at your hand around him.
“Do you want it now?” He asks, shaking his head at the situation, feeling like he’s on top of the world. Technically, he kind of is, because you’re kind of his whole world right now.
You smile back mischievously, lifting your hips a bit and guiding his length down. You’re incredibly prepared to feel him, to see him, and to know what it’s like for other’s when your best friend fucks them. Why shouldn’t you know, anyway?
He nods to you, leaning his head down to your chest and attaching his lips around one of your nipples as he attempts and fails to find the hole the first time. You help him with a laugh though, guiding him a bit more until both of you release a sigh at the feeling of his head stretching you open.
He now loses the ability to suckle on your nipple and instead drops his head to the side and treats your tits like a personal pillow as he focuses solely on the slide inside of you. He wants you to feel every inch of him, and jesus christ does he want to make sure he feels every inch of you.
Taking his sweet time, he shallowly thrusts into you slowly until the last thrust, where he plants himself between your legs and wiggles his hips against you just to get a snug fit inside of you. You think he might be deeper than anyone has ever gone before, and instantly you’re gripping him into a hug as he waits patiently for you to adjust.
He’s silent for a bit, squeezing his eyes shut and reaching a hand down to guide your legs around his waist, and he only releases his own moan when he stops holding his breath. You do as he encourages, wrapping your legs around him and waiting for him to show you what he’s made of.
“You can move–” you say in a small voice, releasing him from your hug and brushing his hair out of his face once more as he raises his cheek from your chest.
He listens well, pulling his hips back and slowly sliding into you again. You can see his face right now and it’s different from anything you’ve ever seen before. He’s being passionate and it’s fucking insane to see him like this.
“You’re really hot, did you know that?” You compliment him, clenching around him and watching his breath hitch at it.
What you’re not aware of though, is how in his head he is about you right now. You’re so fucking wet for him and it’s driving him up a fucking wall. The drag of his cock against your walls is sending intense shocks throughout his entire body, and honestly, hearing your voice on top of it all compliment him makes him want to hate himself for never bringing this up to you before.
He doesn’t respond, and his pupils continue to grow as he looks at you with each thrust. He’s lost in the thought of getting to be inside of you specifically.
And when he finds a rhythm, one that’s equally as hard as it is deep, you can’t even muster words for him. You’re breathless, moaning as his stupid necklace dangles against your face when he moves his hands to either side of your head to support himself.
You can’t really look away from him though. He’s never been this quiet before and he’s never looked this insanely hot before– you decide to stop thinking so hard, throwing your arms up and around his neck to pull him down into a kiss. His thrusts become slower at that point but still insanely deep.
“You’re going to make me come if you–” you whisper against his lips but get cut off, sighing with a slight moan as he presses harder into you.
You don’t even think he’s listening, because now he’s talking. His voice is insanely deep and raspy when he does it.
“You’re going to come on me?” He says, completely lost in his lust, probably attempting to say whatever is on his mind, “gonna come all over me?”
Well, when he puts it that way. Hell yeah.
You shoot your hand between the two of you and it’s like, three rubs of your clit and you’re already shaking.
“That’s it babe, squeeze me,” he chokes out, feeling your other hand scratch against his back and against his neck.
He watches your face as you release around him, studying the way you close your eyes and moan out for him. He thinks it might be the hottest thing you’ve ever done, come on his cock, you know?
“Jesus,” he chokes out this time, feeling you still squeezing around him as your legs start to shake, “okay, fuck, hold on–” he adds, now putting more power into his thrusts and chasing a high that’s close enough already.
Good thing your best friend knows you’re on birth control, considering he’s the one who has to remind you to take it half of the time.
When he reaches his own orgasm, you’re just coming out of yours. You can feel his relentless hips stutter as he reaches it, and you watch the way he holds his breath through it. He’s literally not breathing when it happens and all you can do is, similar to him, fucking watch.
You can feel his load pumping into you, and when he finally releases his breath, his groan is breathy and guttural before he practically flops down onto you and tries to regain his breath.
~
“Ugh,” he groans out, refusing to remove his limp limbs from caging you in, “why was that so hot?”
You’re taken aback by that for some reason.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” You grouch, shoving him off of you and wincing at the way he slides out of you at the same time.
“I mean, like, how am I supposed to not want to do this again?” He laughs through his own wince, knowing full well that his cum is probably seeping out of you in heaps.
“Who says you’re not supposed to?” You look away from him, unprepared for conversation immediately after orgasm, but also slightly relieved that he’s back to his talkative self.
“Oh?” He smiles, pulling himself up from your bed and wiggling his brows at you, “So, now we are best friends that fuck?”
You shrug, looking up and down his body.
“Yeah, if you don’t make it weird.”
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MOVING OUT -
[ot7 x reader]
BFFS 😁💜
8 participants - 8 online
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jk: #NEWYEARNEWHOME
#NEWME 🙌🏼
hobi: don’t want to know don’t care shut up
jin: what now
jimin: sighs
tae: AWOMAN 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
yooongi: …
jk: #newbeginings 🙏🏼
namjoon: ??
jk: i’m moving out guys 😆
like living on my own
me
i am
no joke
real life
living with y/n era OVER
hobi: attention seeker
jin: idk if you can even survive on ur own
y/n: he’s being stupid
ignore him pls
jk: house warming party soon guys!!!!
everyone invited unless ur name starts with a j
yoongi: your name starts with a j
jk: everyone invited unless ur surname starts with a j
yoongi: are you stupid
jin: is this about y/ns new bf lmao
y/n: i brought jaehyun over ONCE and now kooks spiralling
jk: idk who is jaehyun sorry idk who that is or what ur talking about sorry idk a thing
namjoon: sighs
yoongi: lowkey valid
y/n: ????????
yoongi: i mean if we were living together and you brought a rat back home i would loose my mind a bit
y/n: namjoon
namjoon: yoongi
yoongi: just saying
jimin: LMAOOO
y/n: not funny
jimin: just a little bit
tae: i heard jaehyun a world famous cheater
y/n: guys
hobi: look you made her upset
jk: y/ns upset?
jin: yikes
jimin: it’s not even my fault
yoongi just makes me giggle some times
yoongi: 🫰🏼
tae: i’ll hold you bbg sshhh don’t cry
namjoon: ew
y/n: i really really like him ok
so if you all could actually maybe just give him a chance and not be assholes for once i would really appreciate it
hobi: ofc pretty <3
jimin: ok but do you love him
namjoon: jimin
jimin: WHAT sorry i really need to know
jk: DONT ANSWER THAT
jin: woah
jk: i mean you don’t have to answer that haha
i’m still moving out btw
tae: i think you should give up i don’t think she’s gonna tell you to stay
omg like a dog
stay
i wish someone would tell me to stay
“stay 😡”
ok bae i’ll stay
am i ur good boy?
tell me i am
look at me
i stayed here
waiting for you
tell me i’m your good boy tell me please
hobi: bro
tae: sorry got lost in the source
namjoon: you mean the sauce?
tae: yesss mayo!!
@y/n tell me to say
y/n: absolutely not
i can tell you to kys tho
tae: Keep Yourself here and Stay
a win for kim taehyung
y/n: kill yourself
tae: no
heheheh
i’m a bad boy tonight
what you gonna do about it 😝
jimin: oh my god stop talking
tae: she wants me
y/n: she has a boyfriend
tae: never even seen that man in the same room as you
u sure you not making this relationship up
y/n: do i need to send you a fucking sex tape to prove it
tae: i mean…..
if you want lol
y/n: ur gross
tae: you’ve kissed me
y/n: top ten worst moments of my life
tae: WOAHHHHHHH
UMMM
OK NOW YOU’VE CROSSED A LINE
namjoon: enough
both of you
y/n: taes a shit kisser
tae: NO I AM NOT
NAMJOON TELL HER IM
NOT OHMYGOD HOW DARE SHE
namjoon: wydm tell her?
ur acting like i’ve kissed you to know
tae: i’ll kiss you
namjoon: i’m going to block you
tae: I AM NOT A SHIT KISSER
jimin: tae can’t kiss tae can’t kiss
tae: STOP I CAN
hobi: that’s really sad actually
jk: can someone do me a favour
yoongi: no
namjoon: what’s the favour?
yoongi: it’s gonna be something stupid
jk: joon can you buy me a house??
yoongi: shocker!!
tae: guys i’m a great kisser ask all the girls i’ve kissed
jimin: girls?
the only other girl you’ve kissed is jennie
tae: THATS NOT TRUE I NEVER KISSED THAT WOMAN IN MY LIFE
hobi: she didn’t let you kiss her even tho you flew all the way to paris for her??
that’s crazy
jin: maybe she was waiting for marriage
y/n: maybe she was waiting for the police
namjoon: i am not buying you a house are you out of ur mind??
jk: but how i’m i supposed to move out?
namjoon: buy ur own house?
tae: why would she be waiting for the police??????
jin: being seen with you is a crime in itself
don’t even get me started of being seen publicly HOLDING HANDS with you
hobi: right yikes
jimin: what’s the french police number?
y/n: fuck knows
jin: baguette snail croisant
jimin: those are not numbers
hobi: isn’t that racist?
jin: to who?
hobi: the french??
jin: you can be racist to the french???????
hobi: i think idk???
jin: shit you better lock me up then
been oui oui baguette eiffel tower bonejawing my whole life
y/n: bonejaw??????????
tae: jin ur like a mega racist…
hobi: do you like trump be honest
jin: tf is trump
jk: namjoon pls oh pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺
yoongi: can you guys not have 2 conversations at once thanks
tae: just say you can’t keep up
yoongi: just kill yourself
tae: WOAH
namjoon get him!!!!
namjoon: am i a dog??
why do i have to always get someone
i think you guys need to learn how to fight ur own battles
tae: dog
“stay😡😡😡😡”
w-what’s happening to me 😰😭
🧍🏻♂️… 🧎🏻♂️…. 🐕
arf? 🥺
*head tilt*
jimin: this is why women avoid you
tae: take a leaf out of my book bro
jimin: would genuinely rather die
hobi: /gen /srs
yoongi: /kys
jin: wait so jungkooks moving out but doesn’t have a home to move into
jk: i can always move in with yoongi
yoongi: LOL
jk: or jimin
jimin: wow the weather is great today guys 😆
jk: hobi will have me
hobi: no!
jk: jin joon??
namjoon: give up
jin: are you silly
tae: i could
jk: no thank you ❤️
tae: wtf
y/n: LMAO
tae: what’s wrong with living with me???
jk: u scare me a lot i’m sorry
tae: fucking bitch
jimin: what if y/n moved in with jaehyun then you have the house to urself?
jk: ARE YOU SILLY???
WHY WOULD I WANT THAT
IMG THE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME WANT YO THROW UP
NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN
jimin: woah ok don’t shoot me in the head tf??
thought you wanted this independent life
y/n: i mean i can if that’s what u really want kook
jk: KOOK HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE
my knees just gave out >.<
WAIT NO DONT MOVE IN WITH HIM YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY NO DONT DO THAT
jin: u make me wanna throw up
jk: i love living with you!!! i’m sorry i’m not gonna move out so please don’t move out either living with you has been and IS the best thing that’s ever happened to me please don’t go
hobi: that’s a shinee song
jimin: didn’t she fuck a shinee member LMAO 💀
namjoon: jimin
jimin: sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
tae: so you can fight her battles for her but fighting mine is an issue????
ok sexism IS real females were onto something with this one
y/n: females??
yoongi: they way you dig urself deeper and deeper into unlikeability is truly insane
tae: my fault feminist yoongi here to get my ass 💀💀💀💀
NO IM SORRY I DIDNt MEAN THAT LMAOO
PLS DONT HURT ME
IDK WHY I SAID THAT
THE DEMONS TOOK OVER FOR A SEC
NO JOKE BLACKED OUT
DONT EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT
NAMJOON TELL HIM IT WAS A MISTAKE
JOON
KIM NAMJOON TELL HIM TELL HIM
hobi: tell me tell me tttttell me
yoongi: i’m gonna shoot him
namjoon: understandable
hobi: it’s the love shot
jk: i’m not moving out guys
jin: no shit
y/n: hobi answer my ft >_<
hobi: give me one sec my love!!!!!!!!!!
jimin: woah???
jin: uhhhhhhhh
tae: group ft ❤️!!
y/n: kys!!
tae: why do girls not fuck with the nice guys anymore
hobi blew up a school once
hobi: ??
tae: get off the phone so my gf can call ME
yoongi: i beg you to shut the fuck up
tae: beggar
jimin: that coming from you is actually insane tae!
tae: what
namjoon: so whose hosting games night this week
yoongi: not me
jin: i did it last time
jimin: my place is real messy
hobi: don’t wanna :/
tae: i refuse in protest of tae respect and love in this gc
y/n: me and jk can
since he’s not moving out and all
jk: 😁!!
namjoon: cool
everyone ok with that?
jin: yup
jimin: ok
yoongi: yes
tae: whatever lol
hobi: y/n why don’t you invite jaehyun??
so we can all properly meet him
you’ve met his members right??
he should meet yours no?
yoongi: ?????
tae: ARE YOU SILLY
jin: ur so wrong for that
y/n: ahhhh idk
i mean i have met his members
and i really do want you guys to properly meet him as well…
jimin: somethings going on
jk: haha yeah lol i mean i’ve met him already
he was my friend lol haha not that it matters but that’s ok
did i say was ?? i meant is lol sorry i wouldn’t stop being his friend just cuz he’s dating you that would be silly
but yeah but if you want him to come that’s cool
but he really really really doesn’t need to haha
namjoon: y/n bring your boyfriend
y/n: are you sure???
tae: NO??£:£:££:
jin: yes!!! #drama
jimin: ofc
yoongi: whatever
jk: hahah lol hahah
y/n: ok
hobi: great ☺️!!!
cant wait
jimin: i bet
hobi: ??
jimin: nothing
hobi: y/n answer :p
y/n: okokokokokokokokok
jimin: i’m gonna do some deep diving i’ll talk to you all later
(unfortunately)
(and by force not cuz i like you)
(the talking to you later part not the diving part)
bye
jk: woah didn’t know jimin was a diver
yoongi: ur stupid
@y/n reply to my message
bye
jin: wow guys i’m really exited for games night
gotta stock up on the alcohol
so i guess i’m going too
bye 👋🏻
tae: good i’m going as well
i’ve got to go and punch a wall
jungkook come over
this is srs business
jk: okay ^_^
getting in my car
speak to you all later 💓
hobi: y/n told me to tell you all bye
so bye from her and bye from me
😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼
namjoon: woah
did we
did we just end a conversation normally….
oh my god
wow
guys wow omg
this is the first time this has happened
wow
i’m in shock
this is such a big step for us
i’m so proud
um
wow
what do i even say rn
….
um
yoongi: how about goodbye
blowing up my phone for no reason
namjoon: no ur right i’m sorry
goodbye guys
um
have a good day???
yeah
um wow
yeah have a good day guys i mean it
i honestly and truly mean it
wow
yeah and
yoongi removed namjoon from “BFFS 😁💜”
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okay this but like the roles are reversed.
Oh definitely
Eddie hated people
Just that plain and simple
He'd easily ignore anyone that talked to him
That included teachers
He'd glare if anyone even looked in his direction
The very few people he tolerated still got told to shut the fuck up
He still hated them, just a little bit less
But the one person Eddie absolutely could and would never hate
Was his quiet and shy girlfriend
He adored the way she giggled behind her hands he yelled at someone
Or how she always looked so lost with her big eyes
She was sweet and nice
Way too kind for the people they were forced to share a world with
She got taken advantage of
So Eddie made sure that ended real fast
When anyone had the nerve to even talk to her
Eddie was glaring over her shoulder
A glare that no one felt comfortable with it on them
Y/N never understood why people would say hi, look behind her and run
"Eddie. Why do people keep doing that?"
"I don't maybe. Let's go get ice cream"
If anyone said one mean word to her
He was already screaming
If it was a boy, easily having him shoved against the wall
If it was a girl, well he made sure to look as tall as possible as he stared down at her
Refusing to blink, watching fear circle around in their eyes
He doesn't handle people getting her shit wrong well either
It was her birthday dinner
She sat gorgeous in a new dress
Hair and make up done
So excited for her pasta dish- extra sauce and extra spice
Eddie laughed as she danced in her seat
Just patiently waiting and waiting
When it arrived she digged in quick
Quickly realizing the pasta was not what she ordered
She didn't want Eddie to freak out so she tried to choke it down
Eddie watched as she slowly munched on her dinner
"sweetheart?" He asked lightly
"yes?" She squeaked. Drowning the taste of the fishy pasta down her throat
"it's fish isn't it? Not the chicken?" He asked, trying to lean over the table to see her plate
She quickly pushed the plate closer to her
"no it's chicken!"
"no it's not"
Seconds later the waiter asked if everything was alright
"oh yes"
"no"
They both looked at each other
She kicked his leg under the table
"she doesn't like fish, and asked for chicken. Can she please get another one?"
She smiled proudly as he used his manners
Usually he jumps straight down the person's throat
"I'm sorry but Im pretty sure she asked for fish"
"I'll eat it. Baby it's fine" she said. Already panicking as the waiter decided to argue with Eddie
"I'm sorry but I think I know my girlfriend and her order a lot better than you. So she'll take chicken" Eddie growled picking up her plate and handing it to the waiter
"she already ate some of it"
"who gives a fuck? She ATE it and realized IT WASN'T WHAT SHE ORDERED!"
One thing Dustin found hilarious was how fast he changed around her
"GARETH KINDLY SHUT YOUR MOUTH" Eddie screamed, pounding on the table
"Eddie let's calm down" Mike tried to say
"WHEELER I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN"
Mike shrunk in his chair
Gareth was dead silent
The atmosphere was so thick
Then she came bouncing in with a huge smile
Dropping the second she saw everyone's attitude
"something wrong?" She asked
"absolutely not baby. Come here" Eddie's tone switch 180°
His voice was soft and no trace of annoyance whatsoever
She cuddled in his lap
But it wasn't long until he was getting heated again
"DUSTIN ROLL THE FUCKING DICE. I DON'T HAVE ALL GOODMAN DAY!"
"Eddie baby let's calm down"
"okay"
Eddie sat silent and took deep breaths
Kissing the back of her neck as she played with his rings
Apologizing to Dustin for his harsh words and continued the game
"wait when I say it you want to murder me and she gets a "okay baby. Anything for you? " Mike mocked
A deadly glare sent in his direction caused him to shut up real quick
Eddie hated people
But he definitely didn't hate her
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the hunchback of notre dame characters and how much i would trust them with my drink at a party
quasimodo: 7.5/10 - off to a strong start, i just feel like quasi is assigned any task and hyper-focuses on it until its done. if you asked him to watch your drink he would almost definitely guard it with his life and clap anyone who asked about it at all, which is where he gets points off. he’s too protective sometimes, but its all in good intent.
esmerelda: 9/10 - another high one. i just feel like esmerelda goes to a lot of parties and is really good at gauging vibes and stuff and she’d just be really casual about it yknow? like you’d ask her and she’d take it and “yeah, of course? are you ok?” and scratch your shoulder or squeeze it or something. esmerelda’s the person at a party who i might not even know but i would feel comfortable hanging around if i knew i was getting too lost in the sauce.
phoebus: 5.5/10 - when i say this i mean musical phoebus specifically. like andrew samonsky phoebus is just a little bit too much of a noodle for me to be properly okay giving him my cup to hold. like i have this headcanon that if phoebus is staying sober, he’s the designated driver, he’s the best person to have around, like total dad, amazing i love him, but if he’s getting tanked? hes getting TANKED, and i just feel like he’d either forget why he’s holding it and set it down out of sight, or drink it himself, like he just wouldn’t be my first choice, but the one i had to give it too because i didn’t trust anyone else more. does that make sense?
clopin mfing trouillefou: somewhere between the liminality of 5.5 and 6/10 - first off, i wouldn’t be so sure that clopin isn’t the one putting shit in drinks. second, even if he’s not, i feel like he would accidentally spill it getting way too close up in someone’s personal space. however, i feel like if that did happen, he’s say some wack shit like “hey yeah it spilled so i got you another one” and it’s just an entire bottle of vodka, like it’s not what you had, but it’s still alcoholic, so really how bad is he? i think if he’s more sober, he’d be pretty chill about it, which is where the extra half point comes in. he’d set it down but keep an eye on it, let people know it’s his or something if someone tries to take it.
*gags* claude frollo: like???? 2/10? - and im not just saying that because i don’t like him. i just dont trust this guy, i feel like he’d hand it off to the first person that offered to take it from him, total disregard for the people around him please never ever give my drink to this man ever should he show his stupid face at a party at all.
jehan frollo :))) : 9/10 - ok please let me have a false interpretation of this man. like if you really wanted a realistic number, 5/10, i think he’d get really drunk and just not watch it, but my idealized version of the character is kind of akin to esmerelda, he asks if you’re ok, holds it close the entire time, and then when you come back he tops it off and offers if you wanna hang out with him for a while. god i’d kill to have a drunk conversation with jehan i feel like that would be so much fun. he’d take you and hunt down phoebus to safely drive you guys to like a fast food place so you could get burgers and sober up in an empty parking lot somewhere, holy shit watch me write completely separate headcanons for this.
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bonus!
pierre gringoire: 3/10 - first off, i don’t ever wanna go to a party with this guy jesus fuck he’d be so annoying, second, again, he would just like set your drink down and ignore it, and then get all whiny and bitchy when you get upset at him that it’s gone.
disney phoebus de martin: 6.5/10 - alright listen, disney phoebus does not get drunk and would hold your drink in the most neutral sense possible, but he’s also way more fucking hetero than musical phoebus so im taking points off for that, because you KNOW he’d stand behind esmerelda the entire time with a single breezer looking like he wants to either die himself or kill everyone who lays a finger on his girlfriend and he’d claim to support queer ppl but you as a queer person SEVERLY doubt that.
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14, 18, 29, 32, 38, 4, 20, 23, 24, 33
oh went really went for the jugular here friend.
14- biggest turns offs
it's more of a vibe than any particular thing. i can't pinpoint what happened most of the time but sometimes i will just entirely shut down and start spiraling. so i guess sometimes my brain just does the Big No and makes me smack my head into a wall
18- most traumatic experience
probably when i lost Rion and Steri. I was fully feeling then, i wasn't numb like i was when i was created. Rion and Steri, they were both cursed by a witch to be deer, and I managed to uncurse Rion most of the way. Most. he ended up being murdered by townsfolk in front of me. this was before i learned necromancy, and actually what drove me to do so. promised myself i'd never be caught off guard and lose a friend because of a skill issue ever again. steri, he... he ran off into the woods. i was driven away. i never did find him.
29- reason i've lied to a friend
wouldn't you like to know *xigbar dying in kh2.gif*
32- what words upset me the most
i super don't like when people insult me but for whatever reason it sets me on f i r e when people insult me as a (ex)wife or a mother. like bitch hello. i'm gonna insult you as a breather. the fuck do you mean you think i was a bad wife i was the best wife now shut your bitch ass mouth before i punch your teeth so far down your throat the tooth fairy's gonna need to do a colonoscopy. not fucking budging on this i was the best wife it just so happens that he was an atrocious husband. anyone would have ran, and sooner. cunt ass bitch. perish.
38- my childhood career choice
"childhood" "choice" lmao
4- do you drink
swamp sauce babie when i am stressed and crisis-ing or when xigbar becomes silly with it involved.
20- what i hate most about myself
i can't stop trying to help people and it never works and they never want it and i make everything fucking worse and i need to s t o p but i can't fucking stop because i was made to do this i can barely- if- if i don't try to help i feel like tearing my skin from my face its- literally not to quote supernatural here but the very damned touch of me corrupts i fuck everything up always.
23- my relationship with my siblings
i think about this. see, i don't have siblings, or even siblings in law. unless you count... um. gods my family tree is fucked up. if you squint and ignore the turning in your stomach, paph and arme are my half siblings. and now im trying to do math for... but no, i won't, anyway things are okay with my kids i think
24- my relationship with my parents
i killed my husband actually and i intend to do it again (date night!) and i've never seen aphrodite in the flesh after the very first time. xigdad though we watch x files on the regular it's great
33- what words make me feel best about myself
when people i care about engage with me in shared interests without it feeling like they are tolerating me or humoring me. the narrator teared up with me about destiel over lunch that was pretty great. as for specific words i like 'doll' but only coming from xigbar anyone else can die by my blade. i like 'friend' also and 'bestie' and that can come from anyone im kh-close with (have talked twice). 'bestie' can also be used by other fans of supernatural as is customary. uhm i also like being reassured that im not colossally fucking up at every turn so when people go 'yes' or 'great' or 'good job' in genuine ways it's like 'oh thank the gods i didn't just throw my whole life down the drain by fumbling that interaction'
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Monster
Word Count: 1,514
Characters: Peter Hale, Derek Hale (brief), Talia Hale (mentioned), Laura Hale (brief), Hale!Reader
Pairings: Peter Hale x Hale!Reader (platonic) (gender!neutral)
Warnings: angst, death TW, some fluff
A/N: three left! i’m not gonna lie, the writer’s block is starting to hit but im gonna try to get through it!
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“I still don't feel good about you going alone,” Derek and Laura followed you around the room, while you sighed, turning to face them.
“This isn't unlike anything I’ve done before-”
“It's Beacon Hills,” Derek replied.
“This is just another mission,” you replied.
You continued packing your bag, before giving both of your siblings a tight hug.
“Why won't you let us come with you?” Laura suggested.
“I said no,” you flashed your eyes red while they both rolled their eyes.
“You know what to do. I’ll keep you updated. Don’t be stupid,” you waved to them both before taking your bag, quickly running out to your car.
Beacon Hills was going to be a far drive.
---
After the fire, you and your siblings fled across the country, trying to find someplace to use as shelter. You were the oldest, leaving you with the responsibility of being the alpha, and taking care of your siblings.
Your uncle, Peter, remained in Beacon Hills, you tried to visit him when you could, without telling Laura or Derek. There was no love lost between the three of them.
You and Peter were closer in age, only 3 years apart, he was more like your brother than your uncle.
“All of it?” Peter groaned, sitting across from you.
“You lost the bet. You either drink this entire thing of mystery sauce or you can just give me a thousand dollars,” you raised an eyebrow.
“I’d rather give you a thousand dollars,” he muttered.
“No, it’s too late. Just close your eyes and hold your nose,” there was a smile growing on your face, while Peter had a frown on his.
“That trick doesn't work,” he said.
“Well, sucks. Now do it,” you flashed your yellow eyes at him, while he flashed his blue ones at you.
“Fine!” you watched as he opened the bottle, drinking out of it as you gagged.
You didn't know what was in it, something Derek had created. Your eyes watered just by the smell of it.
You watched as he immediately began to cough, dropping to his knees.
“That’s gross,” you heard him groan in pain, before wrapping his arms around his stomach.
“It wasn't as satisfying as I thought it was gonna be. I’ll call my mom,” you stepped over him, before walking up the stairs.
You sat on the chair next to Peter’s bed, looking down at his body. He was still paralyzed, he still had burns all over his body. He wasn't healing, he wasn't going to heal.
You held his hand softly, taking his pain as the black veins appeared throughout your arms.
You pulled away, wincing softly. The pain was still strong.
“Do you think someone else escaped the fire?” you asked softly.
“There was an animal, found dead in the woods. It had the triskelion carved into it,” you explained.
He remained silent, his eyes still wide open.
“You need to heal, Peter. It’s been almost seven years,” you sighed.
You felt your eyes water as you cursed under your breath, running your fingers through your hair.
“Why can’t you fucking get up? I need your help, Peter!” you raised your voice.
“I told Laura and Derek that it was fine, that I don't need them here. But I do. I really need you to get the fuck up and help me,” you leaned onto his bed, looking at his comatose state.
Damn it
You pushed away from him, mentally scolding yourself before you walked out of his room, slamming the door shut behind you.
---
“Mom, please leave me alone. I'm tired,” you had your arms wrapped around your head, while you sat on your bed, looking down at your notebook.
No one ever said high school was going to be easy, but Peter made it seem better, getting your expectations high.
You heard someone knock on your door once more.
“Derek, I can’t play with you right now,” you had tears in your eyes as you continued to ignore everyone who walked to your room.
You heard the door open, instantly recognizing Peter’s heartbeat as you scoffed, resting your head on the pillow.
“Go away,” you sighed.
“Who was bothering you?” he asked.
“I said go away, Peter,” you scoffed.
“I heard people talking,” he replied, sitting next to you.
“Stop,” you shook your head.
“Anyone messes with you, I’ll kill them,” he said.
“You’re leaving school this year, it doesn't matter,” you replied.
“I can still break a few bones. Who was it?” he asked again.
You shook your head, while he wrapped his arms around you.
“I hate high school,” you muttered.
“It’ll get better. You can hang out with your super cool and fun uncle for now,” you pushed him away from you, laughing softly as you sniffled.
“Super cool and fun is a bit of an overstatement,” you rolled your eyes.
He smirked softly, before pulling on your arm.
“Come on, let’s go get some food,” he said.
“Thanks, Peter,” you rested your head on his shoulder, walking out of your room.
---
“I found a lead. I’m going to the woods to scope out. Are you two staying safe?” you asked.
“Yeah, we’re fine. Have you seen Peter?” Laura asked.
“Yeah, he's still in a coma,” you sighed.
“It’s been-”
“I know, it’s been a while. Look, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you two later,” you hung up the phone call, putting your phone in your pocket.
The woods were completely empty, there wasn't a single person in sight.
It was unlike before, there was always someone out there, especially this time of night. Beacon Hills was a small town, there wasn't much to do except for partying in the woods.
You used your alpha senses, tensing slightly as you heard a heartbeat.
You frowned, looking around as you continued walking further in the woods. Something about the heartbeat sounded familiar, you could almost tell who it was.
You looked around cautiously, as you sniffed, smelling someone familiar.
Peter
“Peter,” you saw his back facing you, while you walked towards him slowly.
“Peter,” you said again.
He turned slowly to face you, his eyes blue.
Full moon
“Peter, can you hear me?” you said softly.
You felt your eyes water, as you looked at him. His face fell into a glare before you saw the claws coming out of his hands before he scratched your face, taking you by surprise.
You stumbled back, healing before you frowned.
“Peter,” you called again.
“I told Talia,” you could feel something upsetting you, something was different with Peter.
“I told her that something was going to happen, she didn't believe me,” you stepped back from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Don’t be like that,” he scoffed.
“What’s wrong with you?” you said.
“What’s wrong is that I’ve spent the last six years healing! Being trapped, for six years, do you have any idea what that's like for one of us?! My mind was conscious, I couldn't move,” he began walking towards you, as you stayed tense.
“Are you blaming her for what happened to you?”
“It’s her fault. If she just listened to me-”
“My mother’s dead, you asshat,” you spat, feeling anger rising in your chest.
“She wouldn't have been dead if she just listened to me for five minutes,” you watched his eyes glow blue, while he pushed you against a tree, putting his arm on your neck.
You pushed him off, your eyes glowing red as you growled.
This wasn't going to end well, and you knew it.
---
You felt the blood dripping out of your mouth as you dragged yourself away from Peter, putting his hands around your neck.
“You were always too weak. You’re not fit to be an alpha, (Y/N),” Peter’s voice taunted you as you gasped for air, trying to pull away from him.
“So what? You’re just gonna kill me now?” you said, your voice strained.
“Well, for starters,” you looked up at Peter, fear in your eyes.
“We’re family,” you said softly.
“You say that like it means something, (Y/N). I’m going to slit your throat, and then I’m gonna become the alpha. It’s what should've happened to begin with,” you felt a tear fall down your face as you looked up at him.
“I’m not going to fight you back,” you whispered.
“Good, makes my job easier,” he put his claws on your neck as you tensed, letting out a shaky breath.
“Remember this moment. When you become alpha, remember slitting your best friend’s throat. I looked up to you, I cared about you, Peter. And you betrayed me,” he froze, before anger flooded his veins, putting his claws on your throat.
You could feel blood dripping down as you let out a shaky breath.
“I hate you,” you felt a tear fall down your face as you closed your eyes tightly.
The Peter in front of you right now wasn't the Peter you knew before, he wasn’t your uncle, he wasn’t your friend. He was a monster.
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seeing someone else.
BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS
❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕
❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.
❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.
❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!
❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖
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Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.
“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?
“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.
“I'm seeing someone else”.
"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.
“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.
The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.
Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.
Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.
“I've heard you the fi—”.
Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.
“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.
“Go home, Obis—”.
“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”
From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.
Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.
Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.
“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.
Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.
“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.
And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.
“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.
You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.
“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.
He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.
“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.
“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.
Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.
Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.
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KILLING ME- 14
pairing : law student!reader + yuta
genre : (fluff) angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.
warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.
words : ~4k
summary :
“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”
or
“ curiousity got the cat hitched”
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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.
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y/n! Are you sleeping?”
Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”
“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.
Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.
Were you really going to babysit him now?
"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."
A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.
"Are you dead?"
"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.
Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.
But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.
Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.
"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.
"Huh?" You croaked out.
He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.
"Are you deaf?"
Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.
Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.
should you even be giving him your phone?
You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.
Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.
Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.
"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer
"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.
"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-
"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"
He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.
"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."
Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.
Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.
"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.
"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."
With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,
"He'll be here in an hour."
You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.
"Tell him to get some food too."
And limping, he retired back, to the couches.
Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.
Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.
"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.
"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”
“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.
“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.
"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."
"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"
"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."
"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."
"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "
"Have you worked with them, johnny?"
"No. I'm ju-
"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.
"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."
"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.
"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-
"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "
"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."
"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”
“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”
Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”
Day 1
Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.
Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.
When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.
Day 3
"Oyii! Oyii!"
No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.
At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!
“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”
Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.
“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.
Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.
“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”
The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.
“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.
“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”
“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”
“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.
“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”
“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.
“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”
“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-
“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”
“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”
Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.
“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”
Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,
“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”
A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.
“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.
He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.
Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.
Day 5
You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.
"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"
With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.
And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.
For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.
Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.
"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.
"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.
"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.
"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.
" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.
"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."
"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.
But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.
When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.
You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.
What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?
Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.
Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.
Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.
Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.
When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.
You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.
Jungkook. Drugs. No more.
Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.
How were you all going to accept it?
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How about one with angel where you play a prank on him so whenever he tries to give you a kiss you kind of move away. Imagine depriving him of HIS kisses we know he’s dramatic so at one point in the day he kind of pins you down on the couch and just peppers your face with kisses. I feel like at first he would find it weird but ignore it and when it happens again he gets likes this. LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it.
No Kisses
Angel x Reader
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You were bored out of your mind the whole day so you came up with an idea. Since Angel loves pranking you - you decided to get back at him as soon as he returns from the clubhouse. He left earlier this morning because Bishop called them in.
You are currently standing in the kitchen making you some tea when you hear the front for open. Soon after Angel calls out for you.
Let the games begin you think and smirk.
’’Kitchen’’ you reply and he follows your voice.
’’Hey Baby I’m back now. Have the rest of the day off’’ he lets you know and tries to kiss you but you turn around because the water in the kettle is now boiling.
’’Well that’s good. You’ve been gone quite often those past couple of weeks. I’m glad you now have a bit of time to recover.’’ you say while preparing your tea.
’’Do you want one too’’ you ask him still not looking at him.
’’No thanks. I’m going to take a shower now.’’ Right now it’s the first time you turn around to look at him. You watch him as he leaves and take your cup of tea before heading out to the backyard with the new book Ez gave to you the week before. You’re deep in your book and don’t really notice Angel coming out. He sits down next to you and tries to kiss you - again but you turn your head away.
’’Don’t Angel. You’ll ruin my lipgloss I just put it on.’’ you say continuing to read your book. He sits next to you for a while but you pay no attention to him. He gets up and leaves and you let out a sigh of relieve. You actually do love his kisses and its gets harder and harder each time to decline him but you’ve got a plan to carry on.
It’s around 6pm now and you’re still sitting outside reading your book when Angel makes his appearance.
’’Baby?’’ he tries to get your attention.
’’Yes?’’ you say still looking at your book.
’’Are you going to prepare dinner or do you want me to order something?’’
’’I don’t really feel like cooking today to be honest.’’ you say and look up to him for the first time.
’’Italian or Chinese?’’
’’Italian.’’ you say and close your book before getting up.
’’I’ll take the usual. Thanks Angel.’’ you say and move past him after patting his shoulder. You see that the gets more and more confused with you behavior. Normally when he was as often away as he was those past couple of weeks you’re practically seeking his attention. You’re all about his kisses and hugs. Some people would call it clingy but for him you’re just his little koala who need some love.
While Angel is ordering the food you decide to go to the bedroom to look for more comfortable clothes than you’re wearing now. As soon as you open up your wardrobe you see you favorite pair of sweatpants. You take those and one of Angels hoodies. It literally looks like a dress when you’re wearing it but you simply love it. As soon as you’re dressed you go to the living room where Angel is sitting watching TV. You sit down on the other side of the sofa.
’’You okay?’’ Angel asks you.
’’Yes why wouldn’t I be?’’ you ask him acting all confused.
’’Just wanted to make sure you’re okay’’ he answers you and looks back at the TV again. Shortly after he speaks up again.
’’Why are you so far away from me? Did I do something?’’ he asks and gives you his famous puppy eyes.
’’No not at all.’’ you say and you know it’s not going to be easy now.
This is actually the moment you feared the most since you came up with your plan.
Those puny eyes make you weak. He likely can get anything from you when he looks at you like that. You simply can’t resist him. So you move closer to him but still keeping a little distance between the two of you.
’’Babe come on I’m nit going to bite you’’ he say and laughs.
’’Who knows you haven’t eaten since this morning might be dangerous for me to be so close to you.’’ before he can say anything else you’re saved by the door bell.
Angel gets up and opens the door. You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves before getting up to get knives and forks for the two of you. Once you return Angel is waiting for you with the food. You sit down again and thank him for the food. Still not a kiss. Usually when he buys something for you always thank him with a loving kiss and a hug but since you need to keep your plan going you don’t do it this time. It takes everything not to kiss or hug him. You start to eat and feels his eyes still on you but you keep looking at your food. After you and Angel are done eating you want to get up to clean up the coffee table when Angel reaches for your arm pulling you on his lap. He wraps his arms around you lap trying to kiss you but once again you turn away and get off him. You grab everything and carry it to the kitchen.
’’Lord help me’’ you say to yourself. You go back to the living room and Angel still sits there he is deep in his thoughts and doesn’t hear you. You notice the sad look on his face and kind of regret torturing him like this but then you remember all the times he pranked you and you still have the urge to give him a bit of his own medicine.
You now lay down on the couch and take the remote hoping something you like is on right now. Angel gets up and before you know it he’s laying on top of you with all his weight.
’’Angel get up’’ you say but he doesn’t move.
’’Angel come on!’’ you say with a firm voice. Still nothing
’’Angel for the love of god. Get off me! You’re heavy as fuck.’’ he moves his head and looks at you before finally speaking up.
’’No’’ he says and smiles.
’’Yes Angel’’
’’No Y/N simply No! You’re depriving me of my kisses since I came back home from the club hose since this morning I won’t get up until you finally give me a kiss. I swear I can lay here for the rest of the day. You’re pretty comfortable mi dulce. I have time.’’ he says and smile thinking he now has won.
’’Well I have time too baby - keep waiting’’ you say and give him a winning smile. At least you thought that this was a win but you were wrong. So so wrong. Angel covers your face with his kisses - you whole face before he goes for your lips and as soon as his meet yours you know love lost. You may have lost this war but you don’t really care right now. You’re happy to finally have his lips on yours again. To have him this close to you again. Once he releases your lips you speak up.
’’You can be a little whiney bitch has anyone ever told you before?’’ you say and laugh.
’’No but thanks for that my dulce you’re so charming. You surprise me every fucking time’’ he says in a sarcastic way.
’’I know right? Im pretty awesome!’’ and smile and he returns it.
’’So what was this about?’’ he now asks and move off you to sit next to you. You sit up and cross your legs before answering him.
’’Revenge.’’ is the only thing you say.
’’What for?’’ he asks raising his eyebrows.
’’The prank you pulled on me last week.’’ you say and he remembers.
’’Yes that was fun’’
’’Was not!’’
’’Yes it was Y/n it was legendary. Your face was hilarious.’’ he say and laughs thing back to the week before. He sees the look on your face and pulls you in his arms.
’’I’m sorry baby but what you did today that was cruel.’’
’’I appreciate the apology. I swear if you do sorting like that one m ore time we’re not talking about depriving kisses. I swear I’ll bring it to a whole new level.’’
’’Is that a threat?’’ he asks
’’No baby I would never threaten you. This - This was a promise.’’
’’What will I be facing?’’
’’No sex’’ you say and lean back smoking at him. You know this is how you’ll get him.
’’Are you fucking kidding me? You’re not being serious right now mi dulce. I thought no kisses was cruel but this brings it to a whole new level.’’ he says full of despair.
’’We all you need to do is to stop pranking me and you won’t have to suffer or have blue balls more like both. So that I’ve told you your options I’ll let you think about it for a while.’’ say and kiss hime before walking away.
’’Where you’re going?’’ he asks
’’Bed’’
’’Wow hold up wait for me. I promise no pranks I swear.’’
’’Then I guess someone will get lucky now’’ so say with a smirk and hear him practically running after you.
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You might've answered this already and I just didn't find it, but one thing that always perplexed me about Duke was how old he was in comparison to the other Batkids. It's obvious he's younger than Dick and Babs, and I pretty sure he's younger than Jason and Cass, and older than Damian, but I cannot tell if he's meant to be Tim and Steph's ages, younger, or older. Could you help me?
You’re all kinds of good here, anon!!! I answered a similar ask abt the Order of Adoption but didn’t dive into specific ages on that post BECAUSE well they didn’t ask lmaooo but ALSO:
Comic ages are very fluid usually! While Years™️ might pass in the canon proper, or while time seems to slow to a crawl, having a character’s age outright stated is something that occurs very rarely for most characters, if at all!
Because it’s always much easier to have a floating age range to work and play around in! It’s easier to keep a character Perpetually 12 or 16 or 25 or mid-40s or- you get the idea. SO, with that in mind. Let’s do our Best to Break Down What Age Duke Might Be Currently A N D how it might interact with the Other Batkids!
(Warning for a Very Long Post, lots of issue citations, and a LOT of comics terminology regarding specific runs/events/continunity. I’m gonna try to keep it as clear/concise as possible ofc but plz keep these things in mind! If you’re not at least marginally familiar with Bat-Comics, you might find yourself feeling a little lost here!)
So from the Zero Year arc we see a common Trend that plays out pretty consistently with Batfam comics: a Life-Changing Event Occuring while the protag is Young™️.
(Batman (2011) #30)
With how Duke is drawn in these particular issues, and given the trends of the past, I’d place him in the 8-12 range. The historic precedent being ofc that that is the same range that canon usually places both Bruce and Dick at for their Tragedies™; the more benign reason being that he... just very much Looks to be drawn in that Range. He’s very clearly an Older/Prepubescent child here.
Fast Forward to his Next Appearance in the Endgame arc and-
(Batman (2011) #37)
He’s definitely older! He’s wiser! And he’s giving Batman a fistbump lmao. Again, no strict age given here BUT, since they condensed each Robin to a Year or Two tops with Bruce (its n52 and its fucked up is what it is), we can assume it’s been at least 4-5 since Zero Year (which would mean if we go off the age range I proposed for that year, then theoretically he could be anywhere from 12-16 here, and I think that tracks pretty well. Not Perfectly and Certainly Not so well with Pre52 continuity ofc, but I’ll talk about that later!)
In We Are Robin, while its not stated Directly In The Text, it IS given as an Informational Tidbit that Duke is 16 (specifically this can be found at the end of issue #4)! (Sweet sweet canon confirmation FINALLY)
We know that WAR takes place Fairly Soon after Endgame (almost immediately, give or take a month or two given that Duke’s been placed in a few foster homes at this point and has racked up Quite A File) now, again id like to remind y’all that while this is a NICE starting point to have, keep in mind that comics are fluid and this may be retconned slightly/ignored in later stories bc Keeping Duke 16-ish is in DC’s Best Interest at the moment. (Having Relatable Teen Characters afterall is a Good Marketing strategy™️. And the longer they can Keep them Young, the Better)
With that in mind let’s take a moment to Highlight the fact that Duke and Damian have crossed paths at this point AND the storylines that have occurred during this year that were meant to be in conjunction with one another!
Because Prior to Endgame, Damian had Died! And just a year (in real, meat-space time) before We Are Robin, he was resurrected and had begun his “Year of Atonement” in the Robin: Son of Batman maxiseries. Midway through both this series and WAR (and, we can assume, midway thru this “Year” for Damian) the Robin War begins/ends and we see at least one major Moment between these two boys who will soon call one another brothers:
(Robin War #2)
Given that R:SoB is followed up VERY quickly by Teen Titans Rebirth (in which Damian celebrates his 13th birthday), we can conclude that Damian would be 12 during this time (well, 12 and 1/2 to play it safe lmao). That being said, this Confirms about a 4yr gap between Duke and Damian! (One Batkid down at least! but he’s the key to the others so put a pin in him!)
As We Are Robin draws to its conclusion, DC was releasing another arc that would eventually flow into the Rebirth Era, by the end of which, Bruce would approach Duke with an Idea (which involves Bruce becoming Dukes temporary guardian & as he states Many Times “Trying Something New” with Duke).
And thus the Rebirth Era begins, and Duke began his Year of training (most directly encapsulated by the Cursed Wheel arc in the All-Star Batman run:
(All-Star Batman #1 (back-up story))
Bruce introduces Duke to a training regimen that Alfred has named “the Cursed Wheel”. It encompasses all the training Bruce and the other bats have undergone and condenses it down into color-coordinated segments that will take Duke a Year to Complete.
It can be assumed that by the End of this Year Duke will somehow miraculously still be 16, despite, again, an entire ass year passing.
There’s one story that takes place mid-year in All-Star Batman, and the Cursed Wheel is meant to be capped off by Duke’s first Official Day as the Signal (in the titular Batman & the Signal ofc) BUT, near as I can tell after this story, Dukes age is not brought up again. So until they DO bring it up either in Batman & the Outsiders or whatever future run Duke becomes involved in, we can assume DC will be working with the idea that he’s meant to be in that 16-18 range from here on out (ie still a minor).
But, dear anon, you might be saying “okay, that’s cool, but how does that relate to my question abt how he falls in with the other Bats?” You’ll have to be a little patient with me here, but I think I may have cracked the code!
Keep in mind I’m gonna be addressing both the Post-Crisis to Flashpoint Continuity (ie mid-80s to 2010 in comics history) and the N52-slash-Rebirth Era (2010-Today). Its generally agreed by fandom and DC alike that these points of rebooting &/or Major Events constitute the era of “Modern” comics, and that everything from the 80s-on might more or less be canon on some level, even if not All of it is.
(Plus, most of fandom usually likes to borrow elements from both eras and much more rarely from stories before it, SO-)
Lets do a quick rundown of how everyone who’s Closer to Duke’s Age, Relates to each other first, age-wise:
Given that Jason was 15 when he died, in A Lonely Place of Dying its established that Bruce had become increasingly reckless since his death, and by the end of the story, Tim has stepped in to fill Robin’s shoes (he states that he’s 13 during this story btw). Pretty soon after, Stephanie Brown is introduced & established to be about a year older than Tim (wish I could pin-point a specific issue BUT, i unfortunately haven’t read any Tim OR Steph-involved comics that predate No Man’s Land... Besides the aforementioned Lonely Place and Young Justice technically, but im working on remedying that soon!)
NOW, during the No Man’s Land event, Cassandra is introduced, and pretty soon into her Batgirl run, its revealed that she’s around the same age as Jason (or at least how old he Would Have Been, had he not died.) Now, given that Jay has an August bday and Cass has a January one, fandom sometimes likes to play around with the idea of one being older than the other (OR even speculating/placing them in an AU as twins/siblings, given that Lady Shiva (Cass’ mom) was a Possible Candidate to be Jason’s biological mother but that’s a Whole Other Thing i wont get into here.)
The point being, Cass, in this era of comics, IS slightly older than Tim and Steph. At Tim’s start as Robin, their ages could either line up like: Tim-13, Steph-14, Cass-15 (being a few months ‘behind’ Jay), then Jason at 15/16 (depending on how soon Tim filled the role after Jay died in April) OR Jason-15/16, Cass-16/17 (in this case she’d be a few months ‘ahead’ now instead)
So brief detour to talk New 52, however! Because Tim, Steph & Cass all got switched around from where DC originally left them prior to the reboot! Now I haven’t read much of them in this era, other than Batman & Robin: Eternal, so my Understanding of their current ages is Spotty at Best. The general consensus seems to be that while before N52, Stephanie had been attending her first year of College (& doing VERY WELL i might add), with the reboot she was set back a few years alongside Tim to a vague Late-Teen state (so 16-18-ish, instead of a Very Clearly Established 18/19). Cass is probably the worst off for this reboot, given that B&R:E basically constitutes her new origin for the new continuity, and does nothing to confirm her age (all I really know is that she’s a Vague Late-Teen too... Probably? Maybe?), given how much they infantilize her, and subsequently how fandom in turn has taken to infantilizing her too, theres a semi-popular fanon that places her Younger that Tim and Steph. And I, for one, propose that we ignore that bc its Weak Sauce my dudes.
Some fans chose to ignore N52 continuity due to this vagueness, and will stick to the ages established before the N52/Rebirth reboots. But its something to keep in mind regardless bc we’re all obviously going to pull from what’s most familiar to us!
But WHERE could we place Duke with regards to them, then? Because them being “Late Teens” is certainly much too vague to work with!
This is Where Damian is the key!
Because Damian is one of those rare exceptions to the Reboot Rule. His story flowed almost seamlessly over from before to after. While he was made a Robin at the age of 10, he continued to grow and learn even after the universe was being rewritten to suit the whims of DC editorial.
If we choose to ignore how everyone else’s ages and origins were swapped around, and stick with the growth that was presented before the reboot, then we can draw some interesting conclusions!
Firstly, though Stephanie also had Died and subsequently Returned, she hadn’t lost much, if any time, from the Ordeal. At the start of her Batgirl run, she is enrolled at a Gotham university and making headway with a more firm foot in the Batfamily (even to the point that she and Damian spend a few issues bonding. At this point in time, Damian is definitely 11, and again, Steph can be assumed to be 18/19 during the course of her run. We’ll assume 18 for clarity’s sake.)
So, then when Damian is 11, now our line up is as Follows:
Dami - 11, Steph - 18, Tim - 17, Cass 19-21 (the range depending again, if you subscribe to Cass being either older/younger than Jason).
WHICH MEANS, If during Robin War Damian is 12 (and a half) THEN We’ve got an age line-up that Potentially looks Like This:
Dami -12(and 1/2), Duke - 16, Tim - 18, Steph - 19, Cass - 20-22 (And Obvsly Jason, Babs & Dick at their varying Older Ages than everyone here)
and im just now realizing i Didnt include Harper in this line-up, but thats bc she’d also throw a big wrench in all this. I’d personally throw her in with being Steph’s age, but I’m pretty sure she was supposed to be either that, or between Steph and Cass (again, since its N52, i believe Cass was/is assumed to be Younger than Steph, but that contradicts the assumed following of pre52 canon that we have for the above line-up, obvsly, and so we ignore that lmao)
All this to say, however, that canon and fandom is what you make of it, and if you want to wiggle these ages around a little, you’re more than allowed! God Knows i usually like to skew the Tim-Steph-Cass age group to be a tad older than this in my own fic writing, and I like to have Duke start as a Robin at 14/15 instead of 16, but that’s just bc I like the dynamic potential it could bring with them being Definitively Older that him, and thus in a more secure place to be Mentoring him right alongside Bruce & the others.
But you might see these age ranges and want to do something Different (say, making Tim, Steph, Cass, & Duke all the Same Age at 17 instead! And that very well tracks with how current comics kinda looks right now!) and you’re absolutely valid to do so! Because again, comic character’s ages are meant to be fluid, not fixed!
And at the end of the day, its all about wanting to see these teen heroes kick serious ass haha
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𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨
summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.
pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader
genre(s) // angst, letter fic
warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking
word count // 2.0k
author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.
[10/01/14, 3:55am]
dear jinnie,
hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph) sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:
hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!
me: haha brain go brrrr
anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!
signed,
your loser,
y/n/n
[15/02/14, 12:34am]
yo heartthrob!
im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:)
signed,
your partner in crime,
y/n/n
[30/02/15, 01:29am]
jinnie-senpai~~
LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!
signed,
<your bestest friend3,
y/n
(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)
[13/04/15, 9:04pm]
hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)
i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot
signed,
your 'lover',
y/n/n
[08/06/16, 10:23pm]
hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)
this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3
what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?
signed,
your daisy,
y/n/n
[19/07/15, 01:23am]
peepee poopoo hello
heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,
also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao
signed,
your moonlight,
y/n/n
[23/07/15, 01:56am]
greetings, kind sir
lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me..
she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,
signed,
your pink lemonade,
y/n/n
[25/07/15, 03:25am]
hi there
i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.
keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie
signed,
your asswipe,
y/n
[25/07/15, 04:30am]
jinnie
it's because i love you.
signed,
your butterfly,
y/n
[??/08/??, 05:??am]
you
i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.
[??/??/15, ??:??am]
asshole.
please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people.
youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.
signed,
fuck off,
you know who i am.
[31/08/15, 03:41am]
ah, jinnie
please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.
signed,
your fuck-up,
y/n
[15/09/15, 04:59am]
jinnie
why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.
when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them.
you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog.
signed,
friend,
y/n/n
[04/02/16, 12:57am]
hey
i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine.
signed,
y/n
[06/01/20, 08:00pm]
dear hyunjin,
im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were.
sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--
it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..
it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar.
i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?
signed,
the one that loved you the most,
y/n.
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a destiel fic, 2192 words, T, love confessions, based on Taylor Swift obviously 😌
Summary: Dean and Cas find comfort in each other, finally having the space and time to build their happiness around each other. They’re in love. It’s what they deserve. They just have to figure out how to say it.
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“You’re everywhere Cas.” Dean says, and Cas doesn’t have the energy to try to understand what he means. It sounds an awful lot like a complaint, but Dean wasn’t complaining about Cas. Not really.
“So you want me to leave then?” Cas says, more of a statement then a question, looking up at Dean with a piercing gaze. Although the bite of the question is there, Cas finds that he’s able to keep his expression blank, unwilling to let Dean see the extent of his emotions. He’s not offended though.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Dean grumbles, he crosses the room with a hand running through his hair. Cas tilts his head up like he’s challenging that statement and Dean sighs. “I want you here, Cas. Of course I do.”
“So why don’t you act like it?”
“I’m- Fuck Cas, I’m not good at... at-“
“Wanting something for yourself.” Cas finishes for him. Dean looks scared, but he doesn’t deny it.
“I want you here. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you didn’t.”
“I understand, Dean. You’re selfless to a fault. You gave everything you had to Sam, you’ve sacrificed your life for strangers even when they don’t deserve your kindness. You deserve some good for yourself. It’s not repayment, it’s not because of anything. It’s just because you’re human, you get to be selfish too sometimes.”
“Cas Im plenty selfish.”
“Not with things like this,”
“What is this?”
“You tell me,” Cas lifts an eyebrow. He’s hesitant too though. He’s nervous. Dean licks his lips and nods to himself before looking right at Cas.
“I want you here Cas. But I want you to want to be here.”
Cas gazes at Dean softly, his smile gentle. Looking at Dean, he has every freckle committed to memory. He has Dean Winchester memorized. He could get lost in looking at Dean. He has many times before.
He looks desperate, his eyes hopeful and scared and a little bit angry. His face is the most open Cas has seen from him in a while, he’s letting himself feel, but even more, he’s letting Cas see. He’s still as beautiful as ever. Still Dean Winchester. Maybe this is his breaking point, and maybe he’s already hit his breaking point. Maybe this is the beginning of rebuilding. That makes Cas heart flutter up in hope.
“I want to be here Dean.” Cas says. Dean nods finally and offers a sincere, but tight smile.
“Good. You’re staying.” So Cas drops his duffel bag back on his bed and nods. He’s still not sure this is the best decision, but he looks at a Dean again and thinks that if Dean never stops looking at him like that, he’ll never try to walk away again. He wants this. Of course he does, but he knows Dean and he knows he’s not going to get it.
Maybe it was selfish of him to want someone who so clearly isn’t ready for this, but Cas is tired of being selfless. Like he told Dean, they could both use some selfishness on the grand scale. Cas thinks Dean is pretty grand. And maybe he’s wrong. Maybe Dean is ready.
He thought leaving, even if only for a few weeks, would save him some hurt. Maybe it would give him the space to get over Dean in his newly human form. It had all hit him at once and it left Cas feeling bare and shaken. Now graceless, he couldn’t control his desires, he couldn’t regulate his body the way he used to be able to. He couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing when Dean smiled at him. He couldn’t stop his heart from jumping when Dean hugged him. He couldn’t stop goosebumps rising on his arms when Dean let his hand rest on his back.
Then they had fought. It was stupid and petty, but Cas took it as an excuse to get some space. Get ahold of his emotions because he knows getting over Dean is out of the question.
Dean doesn’t let him leave. Cas is glad.
Dean nods, Cas Can see the hesitation and the fear and the hope and guilt and... everything. He can feel the way Dean has been ripped apart countless times, every day since he was four years old. Cas feels like he’s been torn apart as well. They can smooth over their scars together, heaven and hell know they themselves have been the reason for some of them.
The next few days are still tense, but not with anger. Dean seems to have realized that an emotional boundary was crossed and Cas has realized it too. Dean isn’t ignoring him anymore, for which he’s glad, and he values spending time with Dean, even if every glance sets his heart on fire.
Dean teaches Cas to cook and soon enough they’re moving around the kitchen together like they were made for each other. They still haven’t acknowledged it, but Dean puts his hand on Cas’ hip when he goes around him, and Cas lets Dean feed the sauce to him when he taste tests it, rather than simply taking the spoon himself.
Then they’re going on errands together, Dean says he needs to show Cas how they do things, show him which brand of shampoo they like and where to find the good beer. But then Dean continues to accompany Cas, just because it takes half the time with two people and when Cas finds some odd organic snack to try, Dean gets to bicker with him about it.
Dean let’s Cas drive sometimes, and he says not to tell Sam. He also says not to tell Sam that they rotate who chooses the music, and that sometimes on Deans turn, he chooses Taylor Swift.
Cas can only imagine how they must look to the world around them. Like they’re falling apart, crashing and burning, going out in loud explosions of light and dust and fire. Like they’re falling into each other rather than apart. They’re crashing down, but they’re building a new foundation on the debris. They’re communicating for once, and they must look like they’re late to the game, maybe this should have happened years ago, but for once they’re self sacrificial relationship has become healthier.
They’re moving, but they’re moving together, roots strongly woven into the ground, going far deeper than anyone might expect. Or maybe everyone expected it.
Cas has nightmares now that he’s human. He knows Dean does too, but neither of them seek comfort with each other. Another line to cross. Sometimes they talk about it. Dark kitchens and cold coffee and whispered tears with shaking hands. It’s over quick and when they end up in their separate beds, it’s feels even more lonely somehow.
One night Cas has his head on his pillow, eyes closed, he’s on his side facing away from the door, but he hasn’t slept yet. He hears the door open and he can feel the shift of air. He doesn’t need to look to know it’s Dean. He’s about to sit up when the floorboards creak and the door clicks shut again. Then there’s a dip in the bed and Cas rolls over lazily. Dean stands up again and wipes his palms on his pajama pants.
“Sorry.” He whispers. Cas squints up at him in the dark and lifts the blankets for him.
There’s only a moment where Cas can almost hear all of Deans thoughts, if only he were still an angel, before Dean crawls under the covers next to Cas. He keeps space between them, but Cas is too tired for his shit, he throws an arm around Dean’s waist and rubs his hand over Dean’s shoulder.
“Nightmare?”
“Yeah,” he says. Cas knows he doesn’t want to talk about it, so he just nods and pulls Dean closer.
They both fall asleep easier that night.
In the morning, Cas wakes up to a hand in his hair and an arm around his shoulders. Dean is awake and Cas guesses he has been for a little while now.
“Morning.” Cas grumbles and Dean chuckles.
“G’morning,” he whispers.
They go on a hunt that day. A ghoul a few hours away. Sam and Eileen ride in the backseat together so Cas takes shotgun and Dean lets him pick the music. He puts on Dean’s top 13 Zepp traxx.
When they get back it’s past dinner and they all shower and clean up which means it’s late by the time they’re all settled, but Dean cooks a meal anyway, calling Jack from his room and they all eat at ten pm together.
The hunt was tiring, so Sam and Eileen go right to sleep, Jack takes over the Dean-cave and Dean lets him. He isn’t ready to go to bed, so he gets his jacket and goes outside.
He sits in baby for a little while, no planning on going anywhere. Cas joins him, tapping on the window to let Dean know he’s there before he climbs into the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” Cas asks.
“Sitting.”
“For any reason in particular?”
“Not really.”
So they sit together in silence. It’s not sad, actually they feel happy for the first time in a while. Cas let’s himself think about it, this feeling. Dean makes him happy. Dean has always made him happy. The silence doesn’t last long though, and this time it’s Dean who interrupts it.
“Thank you. For staying. For saving me. And Sam. For... just for everything.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Dean. I’m happy to do all of that.”
“I know. But I don’t want you to, okay? No more ‘happy to bleed for the winchesters’ shit, got it? You don’t deserve that. I’m not gonna ask that of you, not if I don’t need to. You gotta take care of yourself, man. I appreciate it, but I’d rather have you alive, so no more sacrifices.”
“No promises. And you too.”
“Fone.” Dean nods. “No deals, no dying, just... living. Finally, now that we get the chance.”
“I think we deserve this.” Cas nods.
“I hope so. You deserve more than this,”
“I don’t want more than this though.” Cas says. Dean smiles and nods like he knew Cas would say that.
“I’m glad you stayed.”
“I would’ve come back.”
“Still.”
“I’m glad I stayed too.”
They look forward again and there’s not much to see, but the quiet is comforting. Neither of them want to go back inside, it would mean they go to separate beds and separate rooms and Cas thinks he’d rather not sleep at all.
“It’s late.” Cas whispers.
“It is.”
“Do you think you’ll have nightmares again?”
“Probably.” Dean shrugs. They aren’t looking at each other, Dean is picking at his fingernails and Cas is staring down at the dashboard.
“Me too.”
“We could always... I mean... it’s nice to have someone else there sometimes.”
“It is.” Cas agrees.
“I like my memory foam though.”
“I have no attachment to my bed.” Cas shrugs.
“Good.”
“Good.”
Cas looks at Dean who still doesn’t look back, but he’s smiling and blushing and Cas is secretly aching to reach across the seat and hold Dean’s hand. Begging Dean to take his hand. Cas would throw all his plans out the window for Dean. Technically he has before. He’s thrown out a whole army for Dean. He would do it again too. He’d follow Dean to the ends of the Earth.
Cas gets the sense that Dean would do the same for Cas.
Dean looks back at him and neither of them look away. He reaches out and takes his hand. Thumb smoothing over his knuckles.
They head back inside and they don’t talk about it, but Dean loads up the dishes into the dishwasher and Cas wipes down the counters and then Dean turns and leans back against the counter, Cas does the same across from him.
They’re not quite chest to chest, but they’re close enough to touch and Dean looks scared. Cas feels serene, but his heart is wild. Dean swallows.
“Cas, I-“
Cas reaches a hand to Dean’s arm, calming him. Dean smiles shakily.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers. Cas shakes his head and takes Deans hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing his knuckles gently.
“Don’t be. You’ve always done what you thought was best. As have I. We deserve this.” Dean nods, tears springing to his eyes. He steps closer and hugs Cas, holding him like he’s never been held before. Cas could die happily in Deans arms.
When he pulls away, it’s with hands on the other’s face and lips quickly finding each other, gentle and slow and full of emotion.
“I love you, Dean Winchester”
“I love you too,” Dean says, voice cracking.
They’re both grinning through tears and kissing again. They’re both walking towards Dean’s room.
It’s easy, but Cas isn’t surprised at how easy it is to be with Dean. They’ve fought through life and death and more death to get here. They deserve a little bit of easy.
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tw raunchy sex stuff
i’m so sorry to talk about sex like this but like my best friend and i have still been fuckin after he and i broke up and it’s actually been phenomenal?? he absolutely blew out this buss this past week. the other guys i’ve met up with have all been so :| and i don’t ever let them hit it (cause there’s no chem with a lot of them! they’re like ok here’s my pp and im like???? you wanna at least kiss me properly?) like idk. it’s good for now and i know it won’t last but i really just could not give up that dick… it is just too good. we’ll even be in vanilla-ass missionary and my tiny titties is like bouncing violently cause it’s not particularly long but it IS thick and i’ll cum sooo easily. shit! and then when we switch (bc hellooo i am also a top) it’ll just be absolute bliss. i get lost in that sauce every time. it’s truly the best combo cause his ass is dummy thicc like just 100% immaculate. bless him i really taught him to throw it back properly. 😪 anyways pls fucking ignore me im just posting in the throes of horniness and not one man has impressed me much and legitimately NOOO girls have ever given me so much as a hello in this time lol. so i’m just happy to have this fwb thing going on with him. will i find a new partner soon? not likely. will i keep looking for one? mm yes. will i continue to get that pipe from him? absolutely. am i just a hole? Yes.
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For You, mae amare
Pairing: Shouto x reader
Warnings: sensory deprivation (mild), little bit of food play, nipple clamps
Word Count: ~3.3k
A/N: This is a rather late bday fic for the wonderful @burnedbyshoto im sorry its late!! I really wanted to get shouto as well as i could so i may have re-written it a few times LOL. in all seriousness im so happy to call you my friend and i hope you enjoy!!
It’s a normal day when you decide to ask your boyfriend to try a little something new in the bedroom
“Hey Shouto,” you start. He looks up from his book, the hand that had been stroking your leg gently stopping as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’ve been thinking about something, and I’d like you to hear me out before you decide on anything.” You’re a little nervous at what he’ll think, given its outside the normal range of your activities, but mostly you’re excited to see if he’ll agree to it.
“That’s something you say before you suggest something that is probably dumb, or something I’m not going to like.” He says with a pout, and you have to crush the urge to reach out and brush the longer strands of his hair above his undercut back into place.
“Shouto, how was I supposed to know that the ropes would snap, they said they were quirk proof!” you say exasperated, having been over this multiple times. “You’re too hot baby.” You smirk at him and he groans at your words.
He sighs, “Fine. I’ll listen to it, but I swear if it’s anything else where I’m off the ground I’m putting my foot down.” You knew he meant it, Shouto was a man of few words, but one that stuck to them. You remembered how long it took to convince him that changing his hairstyle would not drastically alter his fighting. Midoriya had been close to tears by then end when he’d finally decided that he wanted to spite his dad more than he cared about miniscule changes in his fighting style.
For a pretty quiet guy, he got his point across when he wanted to and was oddly stubborn about certain small things.
So, you’d explained to him, a couple times having to reassure him there was no chances for him to fall, your idea. To your surprise, he actually seemed interested in it, you could tell from the way he bit the inside of his cheek and the slight quirk of his eyebrow.
People that thought Shouto Todoroki didn’t show his thoughts with his body were wrong, you could read him like an open book. Right now, that book was telling you that he found the idea of you much smaller frame dominating him and taking away his senses and movement was extremely interesting to him.
You knew that you had him on board with you even before he gave his verbal consent, and you were exhilarated at the possibilities that would be open to you. You sit up straight and pull him over by his shirt to give him a quick kiss in your good mood and immediately got back on your phone to start doing some more in depth research on what you could do to him, and what you should possibly stay away from.
Something that was intriguing to you was how easily you’d be able to incorporate kinks that the two of you already had and fulfilled quite often. Apparently, it would also feel different for Shouto, who during the time would be deprived of a few senses, which was something else to consider. You wanted to use the familiarity Shouto would have with the normal motions to calm him through the sensory deprivation so he’d enjoy it, but if it would also feel new to him, you didn’t want to overwhelm him.
Another thing stressed was that aftercare had to include slowly and carefully giving him back his senses and to make sure he was well comforted afterwards. That wouldn’t be a sweat for you, you liked to think that you gave damn fine aftercare and you feel like Shouto would agree with that.
After research and planning, you decided to check if you still had ample supplies for your ideas, which was a good idea because you realized you were low on lube, candles and sauces. You wanted to stick to only touch based ones because you wanted to take away his sight, and didn’t want to startle or turn him off with harsh sounds. It was also the reason you decided to only do it with his eyes completely covered, you know that Shouto prefers being eased into new ideas in the bedroom, one of his own personal requests that you always make sure to follow.
You don’t have time during the next few days to actually head out to the shop and restock on supplies and buy a few new things. It makes you impatient and Shouto can tell and it amuses him to no end.
“I mean I could just fuck you normally? I know it’s not as, ah- thrilling?, as your idea. But I’m not a bad lay.” He nearly hides the laughter in his voice but you catch it, and give him an unimpressed look. But you take him up on the offer anyways, not being one to turn down sex with your amazing boyfriend.
It also made you a lot less antsy to get your idea rolling, you decided to just go with the time would show itself when it was ready. Besides, having it come about naturally would be way more fun for the both of you. So, you placed some order online instead of rushing out and waited.
Just over a week later, you came home to your house with a package sitting on your front porch. At first, you’d forgotten what it was, but were quickly reminded when you thought about it, and you jogged up to your door with some pep in your step. Shouto wouldn’t be home until later that evening, had already told you not to wait up for dinner, and so you’d have time to prepare.
You knew it’d been a few tough weeks on him, so this was bound to be a way to relieve some of that pent-up frustration. He did the same for you after all. Until then though, you had a few hours to kill, so you ordered some Thai take out and sat down to watch some Netflix on your couch.
While you were eating you got a few texts from Shouto saying he almost got out early, but there was an emergency that he had to go help with. Sending back a quick “Stay safe, I love you,” you turn off Netflix in favour of the news, trying to see what was going on that had taken him away from home.
You turn it on to see that a villain had caused a truck to crash with a gas station, creating a large explosion and setting fire to the surrounding buildings. You saw some sheets of ice going up to cover the building and you knew that was why your boyfriend had been called in to help. He had a good quirk for helping to contain the damage and helping to rescue civilians from the buildings.
Part of you wanted to watch it, but part of you hated seeing your boyfriend throw himself into dangerous situations. You couldn’t turn it off though, you had to watch as he saved person after person, teaming up with his sidekicks to make sure that the most unstable zones were taken care of first.
Luckily, everything seemed to go fine, and the news eventually switched over to something else. You tried to relax, easing your mind with the fact that you saw the entire thing taken from an emergency zone to a relatively stable situation. You give him a quick text, telling him you saw him on the news, asking him if he was all right. He quickly shoots you back a quick thumbs up and a “be home as soon as I can”. Sighing in relief you go to grab a drink from the liquor cabinet, craving some alcohol to calm the rest of your nerves. Gin is the way to go tonight, you think, quickly draining a first glass and pouring yourself another.
By the time Shouto comes into the house, you’re mildly tipsy and you run up to greet him as he hangs his jacket up in the front closet.
“Shoooou-!” You throw yourself into him and he reacts with reflexes befitting a tired pro hero, quickly turning and catching you. “Missed you, babe!”
“Yeah, I missed you too- wait, are you drunk?” his eyes narrow in concern.
“No, hun, just a bit tipsy.” You bring him down and start kissing him intensely, the excitement, anxiety and love you felt today just tipping over into your actions. He responds easily to you, pulling back only when he needs to breathe.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?”
“Just missed you today, I was stressed about you, and excited ‘cause the toys came in. You’ve had such a hard week and I’m so excited, I think you’re going to love it Shou, I really do!” you’re babbling a bit but he follows your words, eyes never leaving your face as you talk.
“I’m sure if you thought of it for me that I’ll really enjoy myself, love.” He presses his lips sweetly to yours, and lets you take control. You lick into his mouth, he tastes like strawberries – he must’ve had some before he got home – and you slowly guide him to the bedroom. Your lips never leave his until you’ve gotten him onto the bed.
“You trust me, right?” You know he does, but you want him to verbalize it.
“Of course.”
“You’re going to tell me if you need to stop then, alright?”
He gives you a look that clearly says ‘let’s get on with this, then’ and you roll your eyes.
“Fine, fine, I’m getting the stuff now. Get your clothes off.” You hurry over to where you’d kept them all put together.
“I thought you’d want to rip them off given you’re being the dom tonight, babe?” You can hear the teasing tone of his voice and you ignore him, slowly turning around.
“Get them off. Now.” Your hand is on your hip as you glare at your boyfriend from across the room. You see him take a deep breath, eyes taking you in. His pupils are dilated, betraying his excitement he’d tried to hide with his teasing.
You toss the things onto the bed as he scrambles out of his clothes, you slowly taking them off as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the pale blue that happens to be his favourite. Sitting down in front of him on the bed, you grab the rope from beside your body and you crawl over him. You kiss him deeply, hands grabbing his as the two of you get lost within each other. You pull away panting when you’ve managed to maneuver his hands above his head, grinning down at your dazed boyfriend.
You quickly tie his wrists together, tying his wrists to bedpost behind him as you go back down to kiss his neck, slowly, sensually. He groans, trying to grind his hips up from underneath you. You move to sit down above his hips so he can’t do anything, the tent in his boxers obvious.
“You don’t get anything yet Sho, don’t be impatient.” He whines a bit at that, but stops wiggling around. You go back down, pressing open mouthed kisses to his chest, leaving marks every few kisses and he grunts in approval.
After marking him up a bit, you ease off of him, looking to get the thick and soft eye mask you’d gotten and turn to him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah, let’s do it Y/N.” You love how dishevelled he looks just from the small make out sessions the two of you had, his cheeks red and breathing thinner than usual. You carefully ease the blindfold over his eyes and kiss him gently. You admire your handiwork and stroke his hair. You can feel him shudder beneath you; he loves it when you stroke his hair.
“Feels ok, Sho?” He nods once in assent. “Alright then let’s see how this feels then.” You begin working you way down his body, hands smoothly going down caressing the taught muscles of his sides. You leave marks all down his body and he groans in pleasure at the sting of the bites. You love to mark him almost as much as he likes to mark you, and you love the way the red and purple bites look on his pale skin.
When you reach his boxers, you’re unsurprised to find them stained with precum, his length still straining against the fabric of his clothes. You slowly wiggle them down and his cock springs up to slap his stomach. He lets out a sigh of relief that turns into a stifled moan as you like a stripe from the bottom of his cock to the tip, teasing the tip with swirls from your tongue.
You take the head into your mouth and he bucks his hips upwards, trying to get you to stop teasing him. You pull off completely and he groans in frustration.
“Be good and just sit there Sho, or else I won’t let you cum at all, how’s about that?”
“No, don’t do that, I’ll stay still. Just please get on with it, it feels so good…”
“Don’t make me stop you again.” You warn, and he shakes his head almost frantically.
Taking him once again into your mouth, still slowly, you notice he’s straining so hard against his impulses to fuck upwards into your mouth. Seeing him do this for you fills you with power and lust, and you suddenly take him deep in your throat, your nose tickling his neatly trimmed pubes.
“Fuck!” he shouts out in surprise. “God you feel so fucking good babe, you’re so good to me!” Bolstered by his praise, you continue to bob your head, quicker than before. You feel your own slick dampening your panties and you hear the noises he’s making, loving how wrecked he sounds. You look up to see his head thrown back and your hand goes up to play with his balls.
He must like that, because he cums without warning, leg muscles tensing up as thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat. You swallow it all with a little difficulty and pull off of him. He’s breathing heavily, his dick now soft again, but you know with what you have planned, that won’t be the case for very long.
“That’s just the start Sho. I have a bit more for you.” You say, grabbing the nipple clamps from beside you. You circle the cool metal around his nipples until the pebble up and you clamp the first one down, which he takes stoically. The second one however, elicits a soft whimper from him. “Ah, but you’ve done this a few times before, babe. Does it feel different now?”
“Better,” he chokes out. “It feels better.”
“Well that’s what I was hoping for, so that’s good for me to hear.” Having said that, you grab the chocolate sauce you’d gotten and click open the cap. “You know what I have, don’t you Shotou?”
“Something in a bottle, I don’t think its lube?”
“It’s not.” You then start to pour some of the sauce down his stomach, putting some up by his collar bones and neck. “Keep your mouth closed.” He nods once more as you pour some of the sauce onto his lips. Leaning down, you start kissing him, tasting the sweet chocolate, and he takes that as an open invitation to open his own mouth and get a tast for himself.
You stay there, making out with him, the sweetness making it more fun, until you pull back and start licking away the sauce on his neck.
“Ah, your tongue shouldn’t be allowed to move like that! How am I supposed to stand a chance?” His voice is pitched low with arousal. You smirk against his skin, but don’t answer, continuing to enjoy the sweet moans – and sauce – as long as you could.
However, after moving down to his stomach, his noises, cut off. You look up and see the reason why, he’s bitten his lip to keep from crying out anymore. That won’t do.
“Shouto, I want to hear you, pretty boy. Stop biting your lip please, or else I won’t ride you like I planned and you can use your hand.”
“No, no. Alright fine. You’re picky today.”
“I’m going to do you a favour and ignore that one.” You slip off your panties, seeing as he’s hard again as you straddle him. You loved riding him, it was so fun to set the pace and make a mess of him.
You line yourself up, and ease yourself down slowly. You wince a little from the stretch, so caught up that you’d forgotten to prep yourself, but with a few rolls of your hips you got him completely inside you. The vein on the underside of his cock felt as good as always, and you teasingly clenched your muscles and Shouto let out another set of curses that would have his PR team in tears had he said that in public.
Laughing slightly, you begin to bring your hips up slowly, and slam them down all the way. As you set a pace, Shouto catches on and starts bucking up into you as you slam down, hitting deep into your pussy, and you let out a cry of surprise and pleasure.
“Shit, Shouto! Just like that!” you can feel yourself clenching in pleasure around him, the entire situation and the stimulation of your clit slapping against his hips bringing you closer and closer to your own orgasm.
Shouto must sense this, because as you falter, he thrusts up into you harder, grunting at the exertion, having to do it without much help with his arms. He manages to hit that spot inside you that has you seeing stars and crying out his name as you clamp down on his cock and cum. With a final thrust deep inside you, Shouto comes as well, releasing once again and then sinking into the mattress.
You ease yourself off, whispering sweet nothings to your boyfriend and lying down beside him, running your fingers through his soft and silky hair. You feel blissed out from you orgasm so you forget that he’s tied up and can’t take off the blindfold.
“Hey, Y/N? I do love having you snuggled against me, but I think it’s way better when I can actually hold you.”
“Oh my god, I’m sorry Sho!” you quickly scramble up, untying his wrists from the bedposts and each other. You hold his much larger hands in your own, kissing at the slightly irritated skin that came from the bindings. You do the same thing, showing lots of love and care to his chest as well after removing the clamps. Throughout this, you hear sighs of satisfaction and pleasure from your boyfriend.
You slowly take off the blindfold as look into his eyes. He grabs your face gently, guiding you in for a kiss that’s all sweet and slow. You sigh as he pulls away, and you set your head down onto his chest, looking up at his face. He stares back at you, lovingly.
“So? Yes, no, maybe?”
He chuckles. “Yes, way better than the swing.”
“When are you going to drop the damn swing already?”
“Hey, I didn’t drop it, it dropped me.” You groan and stick your face into his chest. “In all seriousness, it was really different. But in a good way.”
“I’m glad. You feeling a bit more relaxed?”
“Yes, but I’m sure I’ll feel even more relaxed if we can clean up and cuddle a bit.” You laugh at the rather pointed suggestion.
“Alright, princess. Let’s go get us all cleaned up then.”
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come to bed.
© @sonsofeorl
MICHAEL ‘RIZ’ ARIZA.
MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS
❝ request by anon: Hello beautiful ! How are you ? I hope you’re doing fine and I’m glad you’re feeling better. I wanted to request something for Riz if that’s ok with you? I really wanted to request an imagine but I’m out of ideas... maybe prompt 3 ? I love you and I hope you have a nice day 💕
❝ prompt: “come to bed”.
❝ words: about 600.
❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!
You have lost track of time sunk into your notes and your books since you're on the final stretch of college. Your second degree of Medicine, the one that will let you work as a surgeon at the Imperial Hospital. The director is wishing with all his wants for you to finish and start your job there, so you're studying your fingers to the bone. Until Riz interrupts you by closing the screen of your laptop unannounced. Raising your head frowning at him, the glare he offers you makes you know he isn't going to allow you to continue.
“You have two options and you aren't gonna like one of them, so… come to bed and don't make me drag you to”.
Riz uses that harsh tone of voice that you hate with all your strengths, but the one he only uses when you need to obey him for your good. Heavily sighing and bowing your head down for an instant, you finally nod your chin. Closing the books and collecting all the notes spread over the table, you stand up stretching your arms to the ceiling. A moment where he takes the advantage to lift you in his arms and carry you over his right shoulder, clapping your ass funnily.
“I need to get up tomorrow fucking early, amor mío. And you know I can't sleep without you”. Riz literally sings, making you laugh inevitably.
Your boyfriend throws you over your shared bed between giggles. As you back down to make your way under the sheets, he waits anxiously to make his own way to you.
“I'm learning to live without your attention, but… mi amor, seriously, I need you right here”.
“Sorry”. You snort rolling your eyes, welcoming him between your legs so he can rest his head over your chest, smiling just like a child. Happy. Satisfied. “I'll be done next Monday, and I'll be totally yours again”.
You don't doubt turning off the lights and getting comfier under his weight, tangling your fingers in his long dark hair to roam them with your nails. He gasps more than pleased, leaving a tender kiss on the exposed skin of your clavicle.
“You will pass it, I know it”. Riz whispers in a soft thread of voice, getting more relaxed under your caresses. “There's nobody smarter than you. Sometimes I don' even know what the damn hell you're talking about, but… you speak to me with this… burning passion inside your brain that I can't stop hearing you”.
You can't help but bite your bottom lip about to cry. You're under all the pressure in this life right now, you have been literally ignoring him, focused on your job, and he is still there; encouraging you till the end. Knowing what to say at every single moment.
“Rizzy…”
“Uh-huh?”
“I haven't said it in a while but… don't forget I love you, please”.
Your crystal eyes play dirty with your mind, fucking up your voice and breaking it with a sob.
“You couldn't stop loving me even if you try”. Lying by your side and wrapping his left arm around you, your boyfriend grabs your chin to spread a bunch of sloppy kisses all over your face to calm you down. “You're mine. I'm yours. Forever, you hear me? You don't need to say I love you to make me feel loved”.
“Just wanted to let you know…”
“Yo te amo también. Por y para siempre. Don't forget it either”.
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