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virgincels · 6 months

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JINGLE BELL COCK !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, uncle/niece incest, somno

notes. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! this is very messy and rushed i haven’t been able to write properly lately so forgive me for the repetitiveness and clunkiness!! ignore typos as always :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated !!! this is reallyyy sloppy and I’m embarrassed so I may go back and delete and rewrite in a few days time 😭

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

“Woah,” Leon's knees almost buckle when you barrel into him, “Pumpkin, wow,” He takes you in, settles his hands on your hips, and it might be inappropriate ‘cause your mother glares at him over your shoulder. What did she want him to do? Grab your ass? Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve. Just doesn’t wanna get put on a list of some kind. “You’re so big now.”

“Yeah?” Your cheeks split with a sweet smile, “I missed you, uncle.”

“God, you’re so big I can’t believe it,” He gives you a once over, he’d like to catcall you to show you how he feels, Leon refrains from doing so. “I remember when you were a kid, always sat in my lap ‘n said you wanted to marry me.”

“Awww,” A gloved hand comes to pat his cheek, you take the tip of the fabric between your teeth, taking it off finger by finger, “I can do that again if you’d really like, uncle.” Your nails scratch his scruffy chin, press your finger into the divot he hates so much, then you stare right at it. Don’t look at that, god. Totally messed him over. Shit fucked up his golden ratio.

“What're you lookin’ at, pumpkin?” He shifts from foot to foot, moves his flight bag from one shoulder to the other.

“Just never seen you with a beard,” You shrug, beaming at him once more. Okay, not the chin then, thank fuck. “It’s cute, uncle, makes you look older.” Leon doesn’t know if that’s good or bad, though he feels his spinal disk shrink with each passing second.

You turn on your heels when his sister-in-law, fine as ever, says your name, “We should go before she gets pissy.” You tell him cheekily, taking his hand in yours, and you’re so big now he can’t believe it. A whole lot of tit, hip, and your ass ain’t too shabby either. Leon’s justification is that he’s only a man, can't help himself when he sees a pretty girl, even if said girl is his niece. He’s an honest guy, gotta give his brother props for marrying such a smokeshow, even more credit for knocking her up. ‘Cause she popped out an even hotter girl, younger, brighter, and your tits sit prettier.

Their family stands on crumbling foundations, when he’s around his brother, Leon’s five seconds away from blowing his brains out at any given moment. He doesn’t know why people question his suicidal tendencies, he’s more than willing to show them. Snow crunches under his boots as he navigates the path leading up to the front door. The layer of glossy red paint has chipped away to reveal the mahogany beneath. It’s been that long, huh?

“I’m in college now, I have my licence and everything, uncle, I wanted to visit you in D.C. but I couldn’t get ahold of you,” You chatter to him, tugging at your laces and propping your shoes up on the shelf near the door, make the move to grab his suitcase, but Leon swiftly moves it aside. “I can carry it, I’m a big girl now.”

“No, you’re not,” Leon frowns, to him you’re a baby. An undeveloped prefrontal cortex and a soft spot on the top of your head. Yeah, you got a rack now, sure, he wants to fuck you now - doesn’t change a thing.

“Okay, well did you bring me a present?” You trail after him, and you really are still a baby.

“Yeah, you’re my favourite girl, I bought you lots.” He’s not sure if you’ll like it. Colouring books, dolls, plastic jewellery. He’s a bit of an idiot. Didn’t think about how long it’s been.

“Can I open them now?” You seat yourself next to him on the couch, knee bumping his.

“Later, pumpkin, I promise.”

“I want to transfer to Washington.” Wine trickles over the edge of your cup, Leon soaks it up with a napkin, dabs at your face when a rivulet dribbles down your chin.

His brother’s knocked out in their dad’s old armchair, it’s beyond saving, but he’s cheap. Your mom retired to bed a while back, they argued over something trivial, a cheeseboard or some shit, and with that it leaves the two of you.

“Yeah? You got friends out there or what?”

“No, but you’re there, uncle.” You grin, batting your lashes so pretty he gets without popping a viagra or two. Three. He needs three minimum. “I could come stay with you, right?”

Fuck no, under no circumstance should he be allowed within fifty feet of you. And here Leon is, bumping knees, brushing fingers like you’re lovesick teens on a first date. That’s just not right, is it? He’s a decrepit old man on his way to getting a senior bus pass, and he’s your uncle and all. Can’t really go around popping boners over family members.

“I work too much.” Leon says coolly, sweat dripping from his temple, drumming his fingers against the table. “Hey, you wanna open your presents?”

“Yes!” You nod with wild enthusiasm, like a bobblehead, cute ones you keep on the dashboard. Leon would love to take you home with him, display you on the mantle like a China doll, show you off like some rare artefact. Just can’t, he’d end up doing something awful, peeking in on you showering— or worse he’d start sleepwalking, get into your room- “Go get them then, uncle.”

The paper is pink, the shade you used to adore as a young girl, the colour you’ve since painted over in your room. He got that professionally wrapped, big bow on it and all. Leon’s not good at making things look pretty. It’s easier to assemble a gun than it is to wrap presents. Your name is scrawled on the tag in cursive writing that belongs to none other than Claire, she insisted on doing so, felt inclined after seeing his chicken-scratch.

“It’s for me, you shouldn’t have, uncle!” You snatch it out of his hands, Jesus, had more manners when you were a kid. Once you tear through the paper, you blink down at the plastic princess costume jewellery. Clip-on earrings, fluffy mules that are much too tiny, the whole lot. “Oh, wow, well, it sure is nice.”

“Pumpkin,” Leon starts, “It slipped my mind that you’re a big girl now, I wasn’t thinkin’ and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You placate him with your smile, “I’m just glad you’re here.” Cheesy, still makes him swoon.

“We can go shopping ‘fore I go back, I’ll buy you whatever, yeah?”

“I don’t need that,” You shake your head, eyes flitting from his lower half then to his lips. He’s making shit up in his head now. It’s late, Leon should go to sleep, doesn’t wanna start kissing on you and end up in court. “Oh, you’re going already?”

“I’m tired, pumpkin.” My dick is so hard it’s cutting off all blood flow to my brain, my pants are squeezing it so tight I’m gonna contract sepsis and that shit will fall straight off, I don’t want my dick to fall off, pumpkin, hope you can understand my reasoning. Leon hopes you can see the desperation in his eyes, that you can see the sentiment he’s trying to get across.

The bed creaks with his weight, and it’s the same dusty, bed-bug ridden shit his brother’s had for years. He jerks off, blows his load on his stomach, too worn out to clean it up. Falls asleep with his hand down his pants. Then Leon starts having wet dreams like he’s twenty-one again, of your petal lips, of your hands on his dick, your tits, how your thighs look when you sit. Warmth engulfs his cock, and it’s so real, he’s so sure you’re right there, sucking him off like a good girl. You’re cute like a sex doll, and it’s unfair that he has to put on this uncle act. Used to come natural to him when you were a kid, but it’s just different.

Only when Leon lifts his hand does he come into contact with skin, with hair, and a human. At first, he thinks it’s the dog, one of the three. Then he feels small hands parting his thighs further, the familiarity of your smile warming his skin.

“Pumpkin.” Leon rasps, and it’s not quite warning, just a tone that says keep going, but this is fucked up, doesn’t mean I don’t want it though. He thanks you for making the first move.

You pull off with a wet pop, kissing along his Apollo’s belt. “I want to come to D.C. and stay with you,” You say between fervid kisses, “I want to be with you, uncle, you’re handsome and I like you.” Your confession is feverish, he wonders if you realise the weight of your words. Can’t go around telling lonely old men that you like ‘em.

“I’m your uncle, pumpkin.” Leon states simply, ‘cause he’s an adult and he’s collected, but you can keep pumping his dick like that, he really don’t mind.

“No one would know,” You kiss the sticky tip, pre smeared over your lips like lip gloss, tongue poking out to taste him, dipping into his leaky slit. “I could be your girlfriend.” Leon doesn’t even know you, he knows the little girl you once were.

Leon’s too old for that shit. Girlfriend boyfriend talk. “I’m too old to be dating, pumpkin.” He cradles the back of your head with his calloused hand, guides you to base of his shaft, your tongue tracing the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

“Yeah, but you’re not too old to marry me, are you?” You’re a clever girl, giving him a cheeky smile as you sit up and clamber into his lap.

“What’s gotten into you, pumpkin?” Don’t stop, pumpkin. Same thing. He hopes his dick says enough, standing proud as you lift your hips, wet hole stretching to accommodate his fat tip. Leon can’t see your face, but he shuts his eyes and thinks about it, how your lips would part so pretty, and you’d toss your head back, sweat making your skin all shiny.

“I just really like you, uncle.” One way ticket out of this shitty town, away from his shitry brother, away from your narc bitch of a mom, free food, free housing - Leon understands your motive. Truly, he does, and he can’t find it in himself to give a damn. If you pretend to love then it matters all the same.

“Okay, then sit on it, pumpkin.” Leon urges, firm hands finding purchase on your hips, forcing you down on his cock till you take all of him to the hilt. The head bumps your cervix, and Leon is in love with you. Thank fuck he came back home, thank god, thank Claire for pushing him to the point of booking a flight. “You wanna marry me?”

“I told you, didn’t I? Promised I was gonna marry you when I was a kid.” You press your tits flush to his chest, lips ghosting Leon’s. “I wanna marry you so bad, uncle, you’re all I want.” And Leon can’t help himself, doesn’t mean to let go so early, the coils of heat in his belly turn searing, and he empties himself into you with a groan. The quiet noise of disappointing you let out as his cock softens inside of you is adorable.

“You gotta get used to that if you marry me, I’m old now.” He strokes your head, holds you tight, refuses to let go now that he’s got you.

“I can deal with it, uncle, as long as I get to be your wife.”

#leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

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narcissarina · 2 months

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I read a hilarious Reddit post of a guy saying “called my wife after I got shot and actually said ‘hey honey, I kinda got shot’ and she was mad I said it like that” and all I can picture is re2!Leon (maybe RC didnt get destroyed, so he’s a cute lil rookie) getting a call from his s/o and s/o is like, in the hospital or something and is like “Hey, just so you know there’s a dude with a gun mugging people. Oh btw, he tried to mug me and I kinda got shot”

Poor pookie is gonna be SO distraught.

LEON WOULD LAUGH AND CRY AT THE SAME TIME😭😭😭 making a short one shot outta this, sorry it took so long😭😭🙏

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕

Leon was working a little late so he made sure to tell you, he’s finishing up his report and check his phone for the time. His thoughts drift you, he wonders how beautiful you sleep in your shared bed and how he’ll slowly get on bed—careful not to wake you up until your feel the bed weight shifts and turn to him and ask him that he just got home in a tired tone.

Files were stacked on his desk; messy and pens all over. He picked the papers he should organize, pens in its case. He yawns and keep himself awake with some coffee, he hums as he thought of you.

As if the noise seems to muffle, leaving Leon on his own in his world. His phone rang, snapping him back and took his phone. Its was your number on display, a big grin planted on his face as he picked up, “hey, baby. Need something?” he asked, his tone sweet and loving, “uhm…” your voice was heard from the end of his phone.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m in a hospital right now.” Before you could speak further, Leon hang up the call, adrenaline course through him.

Everything is clean in this room, you were lying in a hospital bed with the monitor beeping. You look down at your phone that shows Leon hang up on you, cutting you off before finishing what you had to say.

You place your phone down near the bed drawer and deeply inhales, you pick up a nurse shouting from outside your room, “sir, you can’t come in there!”

You flinched, tugging the blanket close to you as Leon burst right to the door—sweat running down his forehead, he’s out of breath as he spots you in the bed, “baby, what happened?” he asked, rushing to your side and squeezing your hand as he brought your knuckles to his lips.

“I just want to buy you your favorite food because I was planning to stay up late and wait for you on the dinner table.” He hums and nod, “yeah?”

“There was this dude who’s mugging people,” Leon raise a brow and nodded, “where is he?” he asked, going to call units to find the smuggler. “He tried to mug me and I kinda got shot.” Your lips turn to thin lines as Leon’s face dropped and his mouth open.

Silence comes between you as he let out a small, “huh?” he was distraught, “got shot.” You repeat and laugh it off, “don’t worry I’m—holy shit are you crying?” your tone changing to chill to concern, “are you okay?” he sniffle, he just couldn’t believe that you would laugh it off and go about your day.

He leans close and bury his head to your stomach, “Leon, I’m fine.” You assured, “no, you’re not fine.” He mumbles and you could feel warm liquids from your hospital gown, “I’m sorry, I’ll try to get off work as early as I can and be with you and won’t let this happen again.” He apologized to something he can’t control, you smiled at his warm words and assurance.

“There’s no need for that,” you said, “yes it do.” He insist and called up a friend back to R.P.D to catch the smuggler as he promised you to make that guy apologize for shooting and trying to mug you. What you kept in mind is Leon is just super worried and blamed himself when you get hurt and he’s not there to support you when it happen.

“You’re such a baby.”

“I’m your baby.” You earn a laugh from him as he pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, “not going to lie, it was kind of funny—but it’s also not funny since you got shot.”

𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏.

#resident evil leon #leon x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy #leon re2 #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #he's my baby princess:3 #my pookie>-<#HE DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU'RE HURT😭😭😭🙏

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beeslibrarycorner · 1 month

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HELLO,,, I DESPERATELY NEED SOME FLUFFY PREWAR COOP BEIN SICK WITH SOME FLU 😭😭😭 his love is just insisting he stays home so she can take care of him 💝She feels his forehead and hes got a temperature, its obvious hes feeling like garbage but he insists on working. She calls his doctor, comes to look at him and he's told to stay at home, lay in front of the TV with some good food. cuddling ensues and she dotes on him cus HE DESERVES IT 💞 messy bedhead cooper with jammies and blankets FLUFF 🥺

Janey was at her mother’s house when Cooper had started to feel under the weather. It’s was Monday night and you were noticing that cooper was not acting like himself. His face was flushed and he was very lethargic.

“Coop? Are you feeling ok honey?” You asked as you watched him drink some water from your seat on the couch. As he walked closer you got a better look at him, his eyes were glassy and you could hear how stuffy his nose was.

Next day cooper was insistent that he was fine even though he looked like he had a fever (you were right) and that he sounded like his nose was full of mucus (you were also right)

You called the doctor and when the doctor came and checked him out, the doctor expressed all the things that you feared. Cooper had come down with the flu and was instructed to get acouple of days of rest.

You beamed and thanked the doctor, as you walked him out the doctor told you all the things to do to help cooper get better.

When you got back inside you put your hands on your hips as you watched the man that was curled up in the small love seat. “It’s freezing in here honey can you turn the heat up?” He asked and you frowned.

“Honey it’s like 80 degrees out, let’s get you into something more comfortable” you said leading cooper to the bedroom. You helped him into some pajamas and set him up on the couch in front of the tv.

While he was preoccupied with the tv after he took the first round of meds you started making soup for him. You checked on him and he had fallen asleep mouth slightly open and snoring softly.

When the soup just needed to cook you checked on cooper again, this time he was awake and he was reaching for you. “Can you sit with me for a second sweetheart, I miss your warmth” he pleads like he’s going to die if you don’t sit with him.

As you sit down cooper inches closer so that he could lay his head on your lap. “How are you feeling honey?” You asking him and he groaned in reply, you pouted and started playing with his hair.

Some movie was playing in the background, but all you could focus on was coop and how tired he looked. You stayed there until you needed to turn the stove off and put the soup in bowls.

When you placed the bowls down on the table cooper was already there. You ate together and after he thanked you for making him the soup.

After you got the kitchen cleaned up you like to cooper who was still at the table, looking out of it and in need of a good nights sleep.“Let’s get you to bed cowboy” you said and he chuckles smirking up at you.

You both brushed your teeth together and tucked him into bed, shushing him when you pulled away telling him you needed a shower. You went to take a shower, got into some pjs; and slid into your side of the bed.

Cooper immediately moved to your side holding you close and nuzzling his head into your shoulder. You rubbed his back and cradled his head to your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me sweetie, I’m so grateful to have someone like you in my life.”

The two of you fell asleep together, little does the both of you know that your getting the flu next after cooper gets better.

#cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #fallout

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eliluvschan · 7 months

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Cutexting :)

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 621

warnings: lots of fluff (i feel single😭)

genre: fluff

a/n: my first one shot. hope y’all like it and please comment your thoughts. thanks🩵

i walked through the door of the bakery and put on my apron. i’m way too familiar with all the surroundings and people, because i’ve been working here for over three months now. i pulled my hair up into a messy pony tail and sat behind the counter, waiting for the little kids and their sweet mothers to start coming.

by the way, i don’t get why i have to wear an apron since i’m the cashier. part of the bakery attire maybe? the job is fine but this apron is seriously hideous. there was a jingle and i looked up, smiling at the customer.

“hello dear, i would like two chocolate doughnuts, with sprinkles, if you don’t mind.” she smiled warmly.

“sure! coming right up!” i smiled back at her. she took her son’s hand and sat down at a table. “hey, Hye!” i called my co-worker. “heard! just a sec.” she called back.

she came out the back door and served the doughnuts to the son and his mother. my phone went off. from who? Chan.

Bang Christopher Chan, from Stray Kids is my boyfriend of three years. he’s the sweetest person alive. literally. he cooks on weekends, every Friday is a date night, and if he’s happy, he’ll take me out to dinner anyway. every Saturday is movie night, or more like cuddle night.

baby :)

i smiled and shook my head. returned to work, as i greeted the customers, smiled at the kids and received the money, calling Hye-jin over my shoulder, with my phone buzzing every five minutes.

i miss youu

come backkk

i love you baby girl

all that i want is you, even if i’m a fool, i know that you want me too ;)

come back right now or no kissie

kidding

i’ll give you all the kisses you want

honey bun?

baby, baby, baby, ooohhh

baby girl?

i loveeee yoouuuu

i swear i’ll shower you with kisses if you come back right now

hehehe, i’ll do that anyway :)

since he’s on break, he does that ALL day. it’s so cute, it makes me smile every time. it’s kind of annoying because i have to check my phone every five minutes, and what if one time i think it’s just him messing around but it’s actually someone else? like my mother, sister, or someone else? you never know.

but it’s cute. really cute, and he calls it ‘cutexting’ cute-texting.

—❀—

i drove back home after work, nearly at six, and saw him laying on the couch, with his feet on the arm-rest. he looked up and his face lit up with that perfect smile of his, showing his adorable dimples. he jumped up as i ran over to him, he scooped me into his arms and lifted me into the air, spinning me around and laughing.

i giggled and put my forehead against his and smiled softly at him.

i stopped and threw my head back and he nuzzled his face into my neck. “i love you.” he mumbled.

“i love you too Channie.” i kissed his cheek.

“did you even read my texts?” he asked, putting me down.

“i did.” i said chuckling.

“and…?”

“and what? i don’t know what to say when you do that. it’s just so cute when you text all those sweet things.” i told him, tracing his jawline with my index finger. “and besides, where are my kisses?” i asked, raising an eyebrow.

he smiled cheekily. “right here.” he said leaning in and brushing his plump lips over mine. i smiled as i kissed back and he pushed me onto the couch.

“i love you.” he mumbled.

“i love you too.”

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #bang chan fluff #skz x y/n #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #bang chan texts

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elvisalltheway101 · 6 months

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——𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤——

Summary: Reader and Rodrick want to explore in the bedroom…seems like we’ve got a new favorite, folks?

Author’s note: OKAY SO. Literally, how the fuck did Rodrick pop the hell back into my life? Well…I was cleaning out my attic and I literally found dvds of diary of the wimpy kid and decided to watch them. Not knowing, I would fall back in love with him again- So, I decided to just explore and such and here I am, going to write my first smut about Rodrick Heffley.

Author ain’t gon shut up yet: Also all thank yous’ and appreciation to @coveredinsoot for inspiring me with their very inspirational post about their personal thoughts on Rodrick being submissive🤭. So thank you!

warnings: submissive rodrick heffley, edging (male receiving), slight dacryphilia (?), uncut cock, orgasm denial, dominant reader, blow job, hand job, hm…that’s bout it. Oh and it’s not proofread…like I said this is my first time writing smut, so like…cut me some slack 😭🙏

mwah, enjoy!

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Crawling over and plopping down next to him, in your light purple pajama set. You slide your hands up his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder and looking up at him with a sigh. So pretty, his hair tossled and messy, and his eyes closed in thoughts, while humming, and tapping his fingers on his tummy.

“Whatcha humming?” Y/N asks, dancing and gliding the tip of her fingers up his belly, watching his tummy heave and his muscles tighten.

“I-I’m just tryna create a new band song,” he sighs out and glances down at your fingers that trace down further and tickle gently against his happy trail.

“What are you doing?” He breathes out and props himself on his elbows. His eyes trail down and watch, and you can’t help but look into his eyes smeared with eyeliner that’s behind those bangs. Y/N giggles and shrugs, while also slowly and gently moving to settle between his legs. A fine seating or pillow to lay for sure, as she plants her hands on his thighs, parting them. Her eyes trailing from his eyes and face, to his chest that rises and falls in excitement and slight nervousness, then to his lower belly. His lower belly that shows beautiful hair in a straight line, that proves his physical maturity and only leads to the goods, his happy trail.

“Look…I-I wanna try something new, okay? I won’t say anything other than that, so if you’re uncomfortable about anything with it. Tell me, hm?” Y/N speaks out in a smooth, quiet tone, then leaning down to place a reassuring kiss on his waist. Rodrick nods slowly, biting his bottom plump lip, waiting.

Wanting to take it slow, you hook your fingers to the waistband of his pajama shorts, and dragging them down his long legs. Ending with a soft thud to the floor, you snuggle back into the nest you’ve stationed yourself between his legs. Now, your eye to eye with his dark red boxers, only hearing your soft, calm breathing and his heavy ones. Y/N leans down to press a firm kiss to his bulge, tucked in along with his right leg. That earns a groan, his legs squirming slightly as he buries his face into his elbow.

Your eyes widen when you pull back from the intimate kiss, his length partially hard was now stiff. You smirk to yourself, glancing up to search for any discomfort in his actions but only seeing his pouty lips glistening in his saliva, and his arm draped over his red blushed face. You then hook your fingers into his boxers waistband and slide it down. Your eyes don’t meet just yet with his manhood, since you followed the boxers until it met with other clothing on his bedroom floor. Finally picking up your eyes, you see him in all his glory, also hearing a sigh of relief leave his lips:

His long length of his uncut manhood lays heavily on his lap, the tip a pretty red that rests onto his pretty dark and curly patch of pubic hair and hides under his foreskin. He looks like breakfast, lunch, dinner in one, only waiting for desert. Trailing your eyes down, you see the fleshy length that follows, his long manhood such a beautiful pink, with outlines of such sensitive veins. Then to be topped off, or down I must say, his pretty sacks that hang and rest tightly to him.

You don’t realize that with every second that passes on, he twitches slightly under your gaze, his lower belly taking shallow breaths as you can see his thighs tighten also.

“Please…touch me.” His nearly whines in a huff and rough voice. You smile gently, happily obliging as you reach up and gently take hold of his firm length. He lets out a hum of satisfaction, before you swipe your thumb against his tip, gently pulling down his foreskin. He gasps, hips suddenly bucking up into your fist, while his hands fly to the sheets and ball them into his clenched fists. His tip becomes shiny with little precum that builds at the top. You can help but smirk and place a gentle, patient hand on his hip that calms and steadies him. His breathing is already heavy as it is, and his belly tightens and relaxes, over and over again in rhythm with his breathing.

Then you begin, your hand wrapped around his penis, moves ever so gently up and down. Slight flicks and twists of your wrist has him a soft moaning mess underneath you. One of his hands come flying to the headboard behind him, squeezing tightly at it regime his other hand moves to squeeze your shoulder.

More precum builds, glistening down his shaft and then his thighs clench and tighten around you. You use his arousal as a lubricant, sliding with ease, as you look up and see the familiar facial expression that is written all over. With gritted teeth, his eyes closed in concentration and such pleasure, and the bangs that stick to his sweaty forehead…you know he’s at his peak.

Quickly pulling your hand away to squeeze his thigh, his eyes shoot open wide with confusion. “B-baby, w-what?” He stutters out, twitching pathetically underneath your chin. You don’t answer, as you then lean down to drag your hot wet tongue firm against his sensitive tip. He throws his head back, and you hear his beautiful songs, such pretty sounds. Only for you. His hips dare to dive in deeper between your hips, but you place your hands hard and stern to still them. He lets out a whine and has both hands to his headboard, squeezing so tightly to it. Here’s a beautiful sight really, he lays here so prettily in all his glory, his sharp jaw is pointed up, as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with each swallow of air he takes, and his chest and belly dip up and down in heavy breaths.

You lower your mouth, taking more of his fleshy manhood that prods at the back of your throat. Your eyes glossy with tears that come by gag reflex, but you ignore it all, only swallowing your saliva. This drives him insane, a high, loud moan erupts from him, and his eyes are squeezed so tightly. It feels so so good. His warm precum builds and runs down your throat, as he then pulls himself to his hands. Placing them steadily as his jaw drops, and his head hangs as his chest rises and falls fast as a shooting star.

Once again, you pull away.

He whines and gasps, looking down at you. Your gorgeous sight, that hovers over his cock that’s wet and shiny from your saliva. His tip is a furious red, and his penis twitches ever so much…in need of a release. He pouts his lips, and looks into your eyes as tears of frustration build up and blurry his vision. He darts out his tongue to wet his dry lips and he furrows his eyebrows.

“Baby, p-please. I-it’s hurting, I-I need to, ah god. Please, please.” He whimpers, as his fingers dig into the sheets and his hips drive up for any friction that will help relieve him. It’s no use though, his glistening hard, angry cock slightly just wags back and forth, too hard and firm to even move by now, and his ball sacks so tightly to him. His thighs tremble and he sniffles, tears running down his face.

“Baby, take it as it is.” Is all you say before diving back, putting your hot pink muscle against his sensitive tip, and then taking him all the way. Shoving him so deep down your throat, that he nearly screams in pleasure, balling the sheets tightly in his hands. He takes short gasps as he throws his head back. Your hand goes to cup gently his testicles, and then you pull back once more with a “pop” sound.

He gasps and bites roughly at his lip, then dipping his head back to down to meet your eyes. You raise your chin, while moving your fist along his length, and meet his glossy windows to the soul.

“Y/N, please, please, please. I-I can’t take it anymore. It hurts bad, fuck!” He cries out, and he feels more pity for himself as he watches his cock peek out and back into your fist. Tears swell into his eyes, running down fast on his cheeks, pouty lips and furrowed brows. So red, nearly purple, and desperate for a release. Desperate for just a little taste out of this sexual torture.

You sigh and nod, then dipping your head down to kiss tenderly each thigh and then sitting up. “Okay baby, you can let yourself go.” You say reassuringly, then picking up the pace of your fist, and squeezing almost at his cock.

He gasps out of relief, with such a huge grin and bites his lip, throwing his head back and biting his lip harshly. He bucks his hips into your fist, and you travel your free hand to cup and squeeze softly at his sacks that has your dessert. What you’ve both been waiting for. You then place hot kisses on his tip, so angry and frustrated, dragging your tongue across. You only suck on his tip, salty drops of precum floods onto your tongue. He moans and nods vigorously, as your loose hair tickles his inner thighs. Then you swallow around him, squeezing his cock into your hand, and pressing gently on his ball sack.

Driving him over the edge, he grunts and lets out a cry of raw pleasure. Diving his hips and shoving him all into your mouth, his sacks of sperm hits against your chin wetly and sloppily. He lets out a long sigh and breathy moan, as his hot strings of salty cum coat your tongue and the back of your throat. You swallow happily, pulling away and wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You smile and can’t help but giggle at the sloppy mess beneath you:

He lays back catching his breath, while his slowly softening manhood rests against his now damp from sweat dark curls of hair, little spurts of his remaining sperm add to the hot mess. You hum and smile, leaning up to plant a proud kiss to his chin.

“You did so good, Baby. I’m proud of you.”

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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heyy could i maybe request a oneshot where sub five gets marked up by the reader like hickeys and bite marks all over his throught and collarbone as well as his lower torso😻 and as the reader progresses he whimpers and is whiny the whole time and at the end he looks himself in the mirror and hes just so inlove with it? 😩

sorry if its a bit messy😭 have a great night/day :))

Great prompt. Hope you enjoy :). I promise the next ask prompt I answer will be non smut.

Your Desperate Man | Five Hargreeves/ GN Reader 2.8k words, Rated E

There were no two ways about it: Five was hot.

If you were to set him beside Diego, you definitely wouldn’t notice Five first, but he would be the one you'd leave the conversation thinking about. All Diego’s leather-bound muscles may as well not exist beside Five’s acerbic tongue, quiet good looks and the firm self-assurance in his intelligent green eyes.

So you could hardly resent it when others noticed. Why would you hate someone for sharing your good taste? Whenever you noticed him turning heads, your first instinct was one of fellow-feeling. You almost wanted to say, ‘I know, right?!’ and share a high-five.

So, no, you didn’t get jealous easily.

…But that bitch was getting on your last nerve.

It started a few months ago. She was a friend of Sloane’s who hung around the Academy like a bad smell. Ever since she met him, she latched onto him like a tick and, as soon as she could feasibly describe him as her friend, she came to spend time with him as much as possible, looking for his insight on some problem or another.

She was a mathematician, meaning that she could follow most of his logic when he talked about his latest projects. She could flatter him by learning from him and coming back a few days later with an improvement to her own work.

If you were jealous of anything, you were jealous of that.

Despite how he might look, Five was not perfect: he had an ego, and Alex knew exactly how to stroke it. And that was fine, in your opinion- so long as his ego was the only thing he let her stroke.

She nodded along and acted impressed and asked all the right questions and subtly flattered him and laughed at his jokes and made absolutely any excuse she could to touch his arm or his knee; to hug him hello and goodbye and she did it ALL while you were right there.

Fuck her!

But you trusted Five. He could see right through her, of course, but that didn’t stop him enjoying the attention. He rebuffed her with a perfect mix of politeness and friendliness, but he’d still leave most of his conversations with her with a swagger in his walk and an ironic smile directed at you.

‘Old dog’s still got it,’ that smile said.

You trusted that he had it under control, and he did actually like her as a person for some unknown reason, so you contented yourself with telling him your concerns. He agreed that they weren’t unfounded and reassured you that her feelings were definitely not reciprocated.

So, when you walked past the door of his father’s study one afternoon when she was over, you weren’t intending to listen outside the door, but the snatch of conversation you heard as you passed made you stop dead.

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Something about invariant theory, I bet.”

“No,” she said, coyly.

There was a moment of silence in which she was clearly trying to get him to enquire what it was about, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Right. So this stuff is child’s play,” he said, returning to the math as if she hadn’t spoken, “it’s pretty much Hilbert’s thirteenth, which I’m sure you’re familiar with. We’ve got to think about whether these functions can be written as a composite-”

“Don’t you want to know what happened in my dream?” she interrupted him.

There was a moment or two of silence before he replied.

“Not particularly. Now, would you like me to go on with the math or do you have somewhere to be?”

Satisfied, you continued on your path elsewhere.

Apparently, she did have somewhere to be, because she passed you on her way to the front door only a few minutes later. Five did not follow her to say goodbye.

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That evening, you entered the bedroom to find him preparing for sleep. Unusually for Five, he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats rather than pajamas. His towel-dried hair hung messily in his eyes. He smiled when he saw you, wrinkling his face momentarily into the lines he should by all rights have except for a certain time-travel accident.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said.

You closed the door and crossed to the comfortable reading chair, raising your legs onto the arm. Five, trying to neaten his hair in the mirror, spoke casually.

“I don’t think Alex will be coming over again.”

“How come?” you asked, wanting to hear the rest of what happened.

“Hmph,” he said, disinterestedly, “she came onto me and I told her to fuck off.”

“What happened,” you said, interested.

“She came on flirty, like she does, but this time she tried to kiss me.”

He inspected a patch of dry skin on his neck.

“What?” you ask, enraged.

“Don’t worry,” he said, placatingly, “she was told precisely where to go. It was pretty pathetic, actually,” he remarked.

“I think I heard some of it,” you admit, “she was talking about having a dream about you and you made it clear you weren’t interested.”

“Yup, that was right before,” he said, darkly.

“Bitch.” you grumbled, “I knew she’d try something.”

“Well, you were right,” Five continued, applying a layer of moisturizer to his face, “but she won’t be trying anything again.”

You watched his face in the mirror, absorbed in his pre-bedtime routine. He was a creature of habit, you discovered: a man of little quirks and rituals, particularly when it came to personal grooming. As it had been so long denied him, he reveled in the luxury of even the tiniest routines: trimming his nails weekly, shaving his face daily and looking after his hair and skin.

The more intimately you got to know him, the less cool and caustic he seemed. Underneath it all, there was just a sweet old-young man crying out to be loved and needed.

…And occasionally fucked.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t just a little bit tempted,” you smiled, standing up and approaching him from behind.

“Of course I wasn’t,” he said, mildly offended, “I’m yours.”

He said it casually, as if he hadn’t quite thought through what he was saying. He caught your eye in the mirror as you appeared over his shoulder. He smiled slightly sheepishly at the familiar gleam in your eye.

Your arms slithered around his waist. Beneath his shirt your hands traveled over the warm muscle and flat stomach. His skin felt like silk. As the very tips of your fingers breached the elastic of his waistband, your chin came to rest on his shoulder, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.

“What was that?”

A fine blush appeared in his cheek, like a delicate drop of watercolor.

“I said, I’m yours.”

Your lips played about his neck, your eyes holding his captive through the medium of the mirror.

He looked at you, expression open and anticipatory. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing attractively. You ghosted your lips further down, towards the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Mouth poised there, you spoke again, voice husky.

“Say it again.”

He shuddered with the knowledge of what was coming, and breathed:

“I’m yours.”

And you sucked a bruise onto his skin. Long, lingering and sudden. He let out a shaky breath as you did so, eyes drifting into a haze of pleasure. You pulled away and admired the mark, a port-wine stain spread on that delicate silk. His eyes were similarly engaged, looking at the new hickey in the mirror as if he’d never seen one before.

Taking the opportunity of his preoccupation, you looked at his face: the sweet, parted lips, the heavy brow and the jaw that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. By the time his eyes returned to yours, the look within them made the slow, crawling sensation below his waistband redouble.

“Do you want more?”

He nodded slowly, but as you moved to mark him again, he abruptly turned his head towards you so that your lips met his instead. It was as if he couldn’t resist anymore, like a man dying of thirst finding a clear mountain stream. Leaning backwards into you, he sighed into your mouth and let your tongue roam.

He was so sweet in this mood; uncharacteristically compliant. Every time it came upon him, you never failed to be enchanted by him. Everyone always looked to him for direction and authority and this was one way he could take a break from all the responsibility. You were more than happy to give him that, especially when it left him looking all undone and pretty like this.

When you broke away from him, your hands were playing beneath his shirt, fingers stroking up and down the soft line of hair disappearing into his sweats. He closed his eyes as you again pinged the elastic on his pants, but they shot open again as your teeth nipped at the flesh of his neck.

He whined as you bit and sucked, the mild pain only adding spice to the pleasure: the prickle of fired up nerve-endings and needful ache in the lowest part of his stomach. As you dug your teeth in fraction more, you compensated by cupping his crotch through his sweatpants and holding him where he was hard.

When you let the skin go and turned back to the mirror, his eyes didn’t even meet yours: he only had eyes for the deep red mark you’d made and the white, crescent-shaped teeth marks disappearing before his eyes.

“You like that, baby,” you murmured, comforting his aching package with firm, circular rubbing motions.

“Yes,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual.

“Do you want more? Wanna be covered in them?”

He nodded enthusiastically, like a shy child offered his favorite candy.

“Arms over your head then.”

He complied, letting you peel off his t-shirt and discard it over your shoulder. You hummed appreciatively at the range of flesh now on display: at the pale, unspoiled skin you were about to pepper with burst capillaries. You weren’t a violent person, but you couldn’t deny the little squirm of sadistic glee at the idea of him covered with your marks.

The hand not engaged with his groin flitted up his stomach to stimulate the close bud of one nipple, making him buck automatically into your hand. The small noise he made went straight to the center of your own arousal; he was just so fucking aborable like this, all needy and pathetic.

So you sucked at him again, hungrily, leaning over to mark his collarbone. This time, you couldn’t resist giving him more than a nip with your teeth, biting him enough to abruptly stop his little whimpers and cause him to suck in air over his teeth. Despite this, he still watched, transfixed, as you worked at him with his arousal aching in your hand.

You eased up, letting his skin go and kissing the deeper teeth marks, as if you might undo the pain with each kiss.

“Too much?” you asked.

“A little,” he whispered, eyes nevertheless devouring the sight of his third mark.

You gave a little pout in sympathy with his plight and kissed his cheek.

“Shall I go easy on you?”

“For a little while.” he replied, that sheepish, coy smile on his lips. You knew what it meant: wind me up tighter first.

You were more than happy to oblige.

He moved as if towards the bed as you stepped back from him, but your hands on his shoulders kept him in place.

“You stay there.” you said, “I want you to be able to see yourself.”

“Okay,” he whispered, facing the mirror again as you came to stand in front of him.

His whines were music to your ears as you attacked your next target, sucking complementary bruises onto each pectoral. Then, bending to allow him to admire the new hickies, you moved further south. You grazed and suckled again and again at his subtly toned abdominals, his flank, and at the softer flesh of his stomach. As you did so, your hands explored the body they had explored so well, yet could never tire of exploring. You rubbed at his chest, hips, ass and thighs.

Each time you withdrew, he surveyed himself hazily, reveling with slavish pleasure in the cumulative effect of your claim on him: your flags planted on his body. The thought ratcheted his arousal to a higher pitch, and he felt his knees tremble as his heartbeat became evident in his groin.

When you sucked at the v-shaped furrow running invitingly towards his pubis, his whimpers redoubled. One of his hands came to your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. His hips pulled forward, as if your face attracted them like a magnet. Wordlessly, he begged with more pathetic little sounds.

You ignored his little ‘suggestion’ and rose to your feet from the spot you’d been kneeling.

Thwarted, Five let out a frustrated, high moan. His left hand immediately disappeared beneath his waistband, attending to his own need in a move of desperation. It made you smirk to see it, so you allowed him a few moments to pleasure himself while you admired his face:

His hair, starting to dry, was beginning to stick up at odd angles while the rest clung to his brow. His forehead was held a tight pinch with the intensity of his arousal and his lips were curled around gritted teeth, bringing the slight hook in his nose into greater prominence. Still in front of the mirror, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Muscles jumped in the neck beneath his thrust-forward chin.

As gladly as you could have watched him beating himself off beneath those sweatpants, it would have to be something to file away for another day. Today was about reminding him (as if he needed reminding), who he belonged to.

So, with this in mind, you licked one of his nipples with a deliberate, preparatory tongue.

“Oh,” he said, speaking half in exhale, “f-feels good.”

You sucked the nipple hard into your mouth, continuing to swipe your tongue over the hard bead between your lips. He panted, and then jerked as you closed your teeth around him.

“Oh shit!”

Experimentally, you tightened your bite around him and the speed of his strokes increased. Clearly, this was doing something quite profound to him. He let out a squeak that made your own nipples harden.

All of time could be at the mercy of Five Hargreeves, if he so chose, yet you could make him mewl like a newborn kitten.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “bite me. Fucking bite me.”

He whined again as your tongue continued to stimulate him, as you sucked his areola into your mouth and clamped your teeth down, marking him again.

“Ah shit! Harder!”

But you didn’t want to hurt him, so you released his swollen nipple and took his wrist, stopping him touching himself. He huffed needily, but didn’t resist.

You came to stand behind him again, pulling his wrists gently behind his back and tugging on them so that his body was completely on display in the mirror. You kissed from his shoulder to his cheek, trying not to smile at his obvious discomfort; at the stretched fabric of the sweatpants around his perfectly-imprinted cock, sticking firmly out from his body.

“What do you see, Five?” you whispered, once more into his ear.

“Please,” he whimpered, shifting slightly.

“What do you see in the mirror?” you repeated, more firmly.

He considered in a feverish sort of way.

“A desperate man,” he said, trying to nuzzle beseechingly into you, but unable to turn his head with his arms held that way.

“Whose desperate man?”

“Yours,” he said tripping over himself to satisfy you, “I’m yours, okay?”

“Look at yourself,” you pushed.

He did, lust-clouded eyes eating up the sight.

Marks. All over him. Fuck.

Seeing himself this way made him shiver. He reveled in the feeling of safe powerlessness, here at your mercy. He was definitely yours. Yours to do with as you pleased: your bruises and bite marks all over him were proof. He knew at least one that would be visible above his shirt collar tomorrow, and the idea filled him with a whorish sense of satisfaction. His cock ached harder at the idea that everyone would know he was yours. Your man.

Your devotee.

Your toy.

And he would submit willingly to whatever you chose to do next.

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vamp4kaulitz · 11 months

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hiii!! if you have time could you possibly do a smut with modern!georg x fem!reader? georg could be punishing her for embarrassing him in front of 3/4 of tokio hotel? CAN YOU PLEASE DO DEGRADATION AND SPIT? (i’m sorry imma freak nasty for this man 😞🙏🏻) you could add anything else you want!! thank you<3.

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 || 𝐆.𝐋

I swear I tried to find pics of him from now😭 there’s literally none when I search for them. I hope u don’t mind I used old pictures!

!dom georg x !sub fem reader.

tw: spitting, degrading, and pet names

THIRD PERSON POV

Y/N was with georg while the rest of the band was rehearsing. She didn’t mind sitting there listening to them play, since she had her phone to help her with her boredom. “Hey baby, you doing good?” Georg said coming out of nowhere and sitting beside her. “Ooh yes im okay.” She said and looked back down at her phone.

“Y/N!” Bill smiled while sitting next to her. She looked besides her and smiled. “Oh hey bill!” Y/N smiled. “How’s you and georg’s relationship doing?” Bill teased. Bill loved teasing you and Georg’s relationship. “We are doing just fine Bill.” Georg rolled his eyes.

Y/N POV

I was with georg and his band members, while they rehearsed. Bill asked me how me and georg’s relationship was and I smirked and spoke. “Yeah we are doing good.” I said. “Although..Georg doesn’t please me enough. Kinda small.” I joked and Bill laughed. “Oh really? I guess me and Tom were right about how small he was!” Bill remarked about the time they were baking on live. I laughed and then the others joined in on teasing georg.

I saw georg glaring at me as I went on. Gustav and Tom also joined in and we were all clowning georg. “Your girlfriend is funny.” Tom chuckled as he patted georg on his back and walked away.

later mwahahahahahahahahha

“You think your so fucking funny huh?” Georg said and I turned around. “Hm?” I said confused and georg pinned me to the wall. “You know what you fucking did, embarrassing me in front of my members. Your just fucking screaming for it.” He whispered in my ear and smashed his lips onto mine. I kissed back quickly as we made out, and it slowly became a messy make out.

His hands slid down my waist and gripped my ass. I gasped and he shoved his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, and of course he won. “Jump.” He said while slightly patting my thighs. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist and brought me upstairs. We stumbled on the bed and he started to take off my clothes.

“Such a slut, embarrassing me in front of my members. How slutty are you for my attention Hm?” He chuckled as he pulled down my pants with my underwear. “Such a pretty cunt.” He said while rubbing it and slowly pushing his fingers inside of me. I moaned as he went faster, making my legs shake.

“F-Fuck..! Georg..!” I squirmed around and he smirked. “Squirming around and I barely did anything. How much of a slut can you be?” He chuckled.

THIRD PERSONS POV

Georg slowly rubbed around Y/N’s body, kissing places and even grouping them. “Oh my god—Georg please..!” Y/N begged. “Please what?” He pretended to not know. “Fuck me, please!” She pleaded and georg pretended to think. “Hmm..I don’t know, you were being such a slut earlier I might just have to leave you. But at the same time, I have to put such a whore like you in her place.” Georg stated and took off his pants and boxers and slowly entered Y/N.

“FUCK!” Y/N sighed out of pleasure as georg fully entered her. He slowly started to move, teasing her. “Feels good Hm?” Georg smiled and Y/N nodded. Georg started to pick up his pace, slowly pounding into her while she tightened around him. “Such a whore..tightening around my cock. I bet if the other members were here you’d be such a good slut..” Georg teased. “Hmm yeah..I bet they’d fuck me better with this little dick of yours.” Y/N smiled lazily and georg went even faster.

“Oh yeah? But this ‘little dick’ makes you fucking scram out my name every night, your stupid cunt can’t help but to squirt over and over, i milk you dry every time with this ‘little dick’.” Georg spat. “Open your mouth, now.” Georg demanded and Y/N obeyed and georg spat in her mouth. “Swallow and show me.” Georg demanded with a shaky voice. Y/N opened her mouth and showed him. “Such a good slut!” Georg laughed and started to pound into her faster.

“I-I feel something c-coming—!” Y/N shouted and georg pulled out and went down to her pussy. “Oh? This fucking slutty pussy is gonna squirt for me? Hm? Cmon and squirt for me, show me what you got!” Georg said while rubbing his face around her pussy. He moved away and started to finger her while she squirted.

“O-OH FUCK..!” She moaned and then started to shake uncontrollably. “Yeah this slutty cunt is squiring for me, and only me, fucking slut! Come on, that’s my good girl.” Georg smiled and then Y/N’s legs closed together with georg’s fingers in between, still fingering her.

Georg pulled away from her dripping cunt and let her cool down from squirting. Y/N started to catch her breath slowly. Just as she caught her breath georg pushed back into her. Y/N gasped and gripped georg’s arms. “G-Georg!!” She shouted and he pounded into her. “What my slut?” He smiled as he thrusted into her, slowly seeing a belly bulge the deeper he went:

“Too much—!” She moaned and she gripped his arms harder, surely to leave marks. “C-Cumming..! Georg!!” Y/N moaned loudly, the neighbors will definitely complain in the morning. “Cum for me one last time for me, my whore.” Georg said and Y/N cummed on time. Georg pulled out and jerked himself off and finished on her stomach. They both collapsed on the bed and were out of breath. They look at each other and smiled.

“That was amazing.” Y/N smiled and georg chuckled. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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luvsfootball · 7 months

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injury - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - anon.

request - hey its me the anon that asked for the aurel fic... so basically hes injured and out for two months (😭😭) can you do him and reader using that time to catch up and do couple stuff coz back then he's too busy to do allat. just giving out ideas if you dont want to write it its fine. thank you for writing for aurel tho love you sm (😭🤍🤍🤍)

“ow, ow, ow,” aurelien winced, climbing out of bed to try and make it to the kitchen. his groans of pain made you stir in bed and when you sat up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.

“baby, the doctor said you have to rest. where are you going?”

he turned at the sound of your voice and sighed as he felt completely defeated. lying back, he rested his head against the pillow as he muttered, “i wanted to make you breakfast.”

you laughed at his words and sat up, grabbing your nightgown from the bedside table. “aurelien, you’re hurt. if anything, i should be making you breakfast.”

aurelien grabbed his matching nightgown, something that he was adamant you both brought a couple months ago.

“what are you doing?”

“i want to come with you,” he replied, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was in pain. you sighed, pushing hin lightly back down onto the bed and pecking his lips. “relax, anjo.”

he rolled his eyes in a joking manner, leaving you to go and make breakfast for the two of you.

you knew aurelien was slowly losing his mind being in the house 24/7, so you had decided to book a trip away to france, where you both grew up.

“have you got the passports?”

“for the last time, everything’s sorted.”

aurelien picked at his fingernails as you both sat on the chairs, waiting for your flight to begin boarding. you grabbed his hand to stop him from doing the habit he had picked up ever since his injury.

“what’s wrong, anjo?”

he sighed as he looked into your eyes. “i’m just happy we’re getting to spend more time together.”

the smile on your face was wide as you rubbed circles on his skin, “i’m glad too, aurelien.”

it said your flight was boarding so you both walked up to the walkway, hand in hand as you got ready to board to france.

“he’s okay, i think he’s just going a bit crazy. football has been part of life forever, and well now he has to wait.”

your sister gave a sympathetic smile to you whilst aurelien kicked a ball outside with your niece. she loved aurelien and when she found out about his injury, she was bummed as well.

the pair of them always played football whilst he was back in france, so now he couldn’t keep up, she was sad.

“how’s your leg?”

“sore. that’s why i’m using this one.”

aurelien kicked the ball back to her with his okay leg, and she caught it in her hands. “do you love aunty y/n?”

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “of course i do, mon petit champion.” she smiled at the nickname before resting on the grass with aurelien.

“are you going to marry her?”

he was taken aback. of course he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but aurelien had never really gave much thought to how you’d spend your future together.

looking at you through the glass screen, aurelien knew then and there he was going to marry you. he just wasn’t sure when.

“of course i am.”

the muffins were in the oven and now you were both home, things had gone fast. aurelien had been back to training but he was taking it slow.

he seemed to have cheered up a lot so you were making his favourite muffins to take with him to work tomorrow.

“they smell amazing, anjo.”

his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he kissed your head, taking a lick of the spoon that you had used to stir the mix.

aurelien loved you like this.

all messy and worn out from doing baking.

“i was talking to cassie the other week.” at the mention of your niece you turned around, wondering now what they spoke about. “and?”

“she asked when we were going to get married.”

at the mention of marriage, you laughed a little. of course you wanted to get married and the fact your niece told him made you chuckle.

but his face fell at your laughs. “what, you don’t want to get married?”

“no, of course i do. i just can’t believe a nine year old was talking about marriage with you.”

“well that’s good, because…”

aurelien trailed off, hand feeling around his pocket to find the ring he had brought the other day. he dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand.

“aurelien, what are you doing?”

“these past couple of weeks, you’ve shown me that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’ve taken care of me whilst i’ve been hurt and you paid for a trip to france so i could see my family. you’re my world. my moon and stars.”

tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at him. “my knee’s kinda hurting,” he chuckled and you laughed too, pulling him up. “of course i’ll marry you. i love you too, baby.”

“let’s call cassie and tell her the good news.”

#aurelien tchouameni x reader #aurelien tchouameni #real madrid #football x reader #football imagines #football

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cinnam0roll143 · 1 month

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can you make a oneshot where eunhyuk has a crush on the reader but has no balls to tell them, until some guy shows up and he got jealous, so he ends up confessing his feelings 😭🙏🙏

I’m back!!~ Finally! I’m so happy to start writing again and I hope you guys enjoy!! XOXO

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Unknown Feelings

Eunhyuk POV:

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Dear insert reader ,

This may be shocking news for you but, I like you, I like you so much it’s like my heart will explode when I don’t see you for a long time. The way your hair dances with the wind, Your laugh is my favorite sound, The way your eyes glimmer like the moon, The way your skin feels so soft and delicate

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I crumble the paper and throw it away in the trash can filled with many other failed attempts at writing a letter to reader, “Aish! I don’t know what to do anymore..” as I bang my fist on the table a picture of me and reader falls on my notebook I have been writing on. ”reader, why are you torturing me like this..” Next Day.. reader POV “reader, come on! We’re gonna be late!” Su-ae, my bestfriend shouts as I get ready, ”Hold on! I’m almost ready!” putting on my shoes and quickly styling my hair. ”I’m here! Let’s go!” I exclaim.

As we arrive at school I see my friend Eunhyuk across from us, ”Enhyuk!” I shout and wave, receiving a wave ”What’s wrong with him?” Su-ae asks, ”What do you mean?”. ”He just suddenly started walking a bit faster..” Su-ae says suspiciously, ”It’s probably nothing, maybe he’s just running late.” I shrug.

In our classroom, I guess you could say it’s a bit noisy.. and messy. ”Hey! reader, I heard that a boy from another section likes you!” one of my classmates say, ”Stop saying such nonsense! I don’t even interact with any of the students!” I shout, ”Haha! Maybe, they’re admiring from afar” They continued teasing me about this guy, when I see Eunhyuk looking at me weirdly. ”Just stop it already! Do you want to die!? Don’t drag reader into your nonsense stuff!” Su-ae shouts. As Su-ae scolds the boys the bell finally rings. ”Finally! If we were stuck in that classroom for another minute I would’ve punched the boys right there!” I laugh, ”Don’t be too harsh to them Su-ae!” I continue laughing

Suddenly someone approaches us, ”Hey reader.. Can I talk to you?”, ”Hm? Who are you?” I ask. ”I’m insert name, a student from the classroom beside you.” ”Ahh, Okay..” I said as he led me to a nearby hallway. But, unbeknownst to them, another person was listening.

”So.. What do you want..?” I asked, ”Well uhm.. I just wanted to say that I like you a lot.” He says. ”Oh..” I said, shocked by the sudden confession. ”I’m sorry but I can’t reciprocate the feeling.. I don’t really know you that much and uhm.. I already like another person. Is it alright if we can still be friends?” ”Of course, that’s fine with me! I totally get it.” He reassured me. But.. Eunhyuk POV As I saw a random boy and reader go somewhere, I secretly followed them. I immediately hid behind a wall when I saw them stop and talk. ”So.. What do you want..?” reader asked, ”Well uhm.. I just wanted to say that I like you a lot.” He said. ”Oh..” was the last thing I heard reader said, when I immediately left and went back to our classroom.

While I was dozing off on my chair, I heard reader and su-ae talking. ”Did he actually confess to you? Straight up?”, ”Yeah.. But-” I stopped listening and put on my earphones while we waited for our teacher.

Should I confess?

You should! I know she likes you back

Stupid, Somebody already confessed to her, she probably likes somebody else.

You should’ve confessed earlier! If you weren’t such a shy boy, maybe you would’ve confessed first! ”Stop!” I woke up from my nap, realizing that it’s already 4:03, meaning it’s time to go home.. Confess…

Confess

Confess! I immediately grabbed my bag and started to look for.. Reader. ”reader!” I shouted,

Looks like there’s no backing out now.

reader POV “reader!” I heard someone shout my name while me and Su-ae were leaving school, ”Oh? Isn’t that Eunhyuk?” Su-ae checked behind us and turned to me, ”You should go talk to him, I’ll get going!” Su-ae suddenly exclaimed. ”O-okay?” I answered. ”Eunhyuk, is there something wrong?” I asked. ”reader, there’s something you need to know..” ”What is it Eunhyuk?” I waited patiently. ”I-”

”I.”

”I like you.”

My eyes suddenly went wide and stepped back due to the sudden confession. ”Wh-what..? Eunhyuk..”. ”I know you already like someone else, and I know that it’s wrong to confess, I just couldn’t get it out of my head.”

”I like you too. Eunhyuk” Eunhyuk POV ”I like you too. Eunhyuk” I immediately felt surprised and happy at the same time. ”Really? You mean that reader?” ”Of course I do, I’ve been waiting for you..” She smiled. ”Is it okay if I.. hug you?” I asked, ”Of course..”

We hugged for a solid minute when somebody suddenly took a picture of us. ”Yah! I’m gonna cry, you two are so cute..”, We see Su-ae holding her phone on one hand and doing a fake gesture of wiping tears on her other hand. ”Well congrats to you two! Now I'm the best friend who’s single..” Su-ae fake sobs and sniffles while walking away..

I smile and look at reader

Told you she likes you, stupid!

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Yay!! Finally, I can totally relate to Su-ae being the single one out of a duo.. *sobs*

#baek dohwa #baek dohwa x reader #go eunhyuk #go eunhyuk x reader #shim su ae x reader #operation: true love #operation: true love x reader #go eunhyeok x reader #go eunhyeok #x reader

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lunarelcpise · 1 year

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 ! ༉‧₊˚✧

pairing: lo’ak sully x metkayina!reader

warnings: angsty, swearing, kinda sad ending😭

synopsis: you have been ignoring lo’ak ever since you overheard on his conversation with neteyam. he finally realizes his true feelings for you, but is it too late?

a/n: i want to bang my head on a wall. this is so rushed and messy. i’m embarrassed, bye.😊⚰️

𝐈𝐓 had been a couple of days since you heard what lo’ak said about you, and ever since then you’ve been ignoring him.

whenever it would be time for training, you’d make up some dumb excuse to have tsireya and ao’nung go without you. you’d still hang out with the other sully kids, but when lo’ak would try to approach, you would say that you had to go or that you were tired.

this didn’t go unnoticed by any of them though. they all saw how you were distancing yourself from the boy. even him himself knew. he just didn’t know why.

one day, he had finally gotten enough of it and decided to confront you about it.

you had just walked out of your marui pod when you saw lo’ak walking towards you. if you had to guess, he had already been on his way to see you.

you immediately turned around to walk in the opposite direction when you heard him calling out your name. you could hear his footsteps getting louder until he was right next to you, putting his hands on your shoulders to stop you from running away.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before flashing him a fake smile.

“hey, lo’ak, what’s the matter?”

“i should be asking you that, you’ve been ignoring me for the past week!” he exclaimed.

“yeah, i’ve just been busy,” you stated.

“but not so busy to the point you could still hang out with my siblings and not me though, right?”

you scoffed.

“look, y/n, i care for you and i’m making sure you’re okay. that’s all.”

you wanted to roll your eyes. it didn’t seem like he ‘cared for you’ when he complained about how annoying you were to neteyam.

“well, i’m okay so, bye!” you bid farewell before walking past him.

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lo’ak didn’t know what he did wrong. he even tried asking your brother if he knew why you were ignoring him. ao’nung didn’t. so he had one last hope. your sister, tsireya.

she was currently hanging out with tuk and kiri. they were playing in the sand. lo’ak saw them and started to approach.

“hey, tsireya, can i talk to you for a minute?” he asked.

all three of them looked up to the boy. your sister looked at kiri, giving her the ‘help me’ look.

“uhm, sure,” she hesitantly responded.

lo’ak led the girl away from the others before starting the conversation.

“do you know why y/n’s been ignoring me? like, we were on good terms a couple days ago and now she’s starting to act up.”

“well, a lot can happen in a few days, lo’ak…and in a few minutes.” she had no expression.

“what do you mean? you’re acting like i’m in the wrong here! she’s the one that’s just now being annoying!”

there it was. that word again. annoying. the word that had finally caused tsireya to snap.

“she’s just now becoming annoying? to me, it sure sounded like you’ve always found her annoying! and you are in the wrong! you talked shit about her as if she hasn’t been nice to you ever since you’ve arrived! you’re lucky she’s not like ao’nung!” your sister rambled.

“if you want her to stop ignoring you, apologize.” she paused before continuing. “and give her time to think about what she wants.” tsireya turned her back to lo’ak and started walking towards the other girls again.

at first, lo’ak had no idea what she meant, but then it hit him. you had heard all of what he said.

it wasn’t true though. he really did like you, he was just too afraid to admit it. and now?

and now he may’ve just lost you.

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it’s been a day, and it’s the day lo’ak is going to apologize. he needed time himself to think about what to say to you, and now he’s ready.

training had started for the day and you weren’t there, of course. he really had hoped you were there to make it way easier for him, but it’s fine.

as soon as training had finished, he immediately went looking for you, declining tuk and kiri’s invite to go make little crafts with tsireya.

when he did find you, which didn’t take long, you were sitting on the dock petting your ilu.

“i thought you had to go help your mom with something.” you jumped a little after hearing lo’aks familiar voice.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, not wanting to talk to the boy at the moment.

“i did, we just finished a couple minutes ago.”

“why didn’t you come help us train? i — erm, we’ve been missing you a lot.” now, lo’ak was sitting next to you.

you turned your body so he was facing your back.

“wasn’t in the mood,” you replied bluntly.

it became silent for a couple seconds before lo’ak cleared his throat.

“look, i know you heard what i told neteyam. and i just wanted you to know that i didn’t mean any of it.”

“…any of it? you didn’t mean any of it?” you repeated.

“uhm…no?” if he was being honest, he didn’t really remember what he had said.

“you didn’t mean that i am annoying?” you slowly turned to face him.

“no.”

“you didn’t mean how i’m bitchy?”

“mm, no.”

you paused, before hesitantly asking the next question.

“what about the part where you said you didn’t want to mate with me. did you mean that?”

lo’aks eyes widened. he actually said that? of course he didn’t mean it. you were everything he would want in a girl, but was he everything you wanted in a boy?

“no. not at all.”

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tags: @fanboyluvr @useryourbut @puffb4ll @wtf-why-do-i-gotta-do-this @arminsgfloll

#lo’ak sully #lo’ak avatar #lo’ak x reader #loak x reader #loak #lo’ak angst #loak angst #avatar loak #avatar #｡⋆ lani’s fics! ʚ♡⃛ɞ #lo’ak fluff #lo’ak #lo’ak fic #loak fanfiction #loak sully #lo’ak x you

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affixjoy · 5 months

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I ended 2023 with Star Trek III: The Search For Spock. New year new Spock? Is that anything?

Here are my thoughts:

Overall I liked it more than TMP but much less than WoK, which is obviously the best one of the bunch! The construction of the movie seemed pretty messy especially compared to WoK but there were a lot of interesting concepts that sort of made up for that for me!

Things I liked:

💫 Bones Bones Bones. That old cranky bastard is destined to be my favorite in every movie, isn’t he?

💫 I love him carrying around Spock’s katra, I love his confession that he’s missed him, I love that he looks old and tired. I love how bravely he goes to the katra transfer ritual. He’s just doing a lot in this movie!

💫 I said this in my WoK post and I’ll probably say it for every movie, I just adore seeing these characters get older. I love seeing how their bodies and faces change with time. I’m in my mid 30s (which I know isn’t that old!) and I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about aging and friendship and family and death so this aspect of Trek is really resonating with me.

💫 It wouldn’t be a fight scene if Kirk didn’t launch himself at his enemies like some kind of deranged cat.

💫 More Sulu!!! One thing that surprised me in TOS was how little of characters like Uhura and Sulu there was. Thrilled to see them in the movies being their awesome selves.

💫 and speaking of, I loved Uhura here. Her scene where she forces that little brat into the closet is perfection.

💫 Folks, if you don’t like Spirk shipping this is the wrong place for you to be. I love how sad Kirk is about Spock for most of this movie, and how happy he is to get him back. Look at that smile 😭

💫 They’re in love and no one can tell me otherwise. A man doesn’t blow up his beloved ship and lose his son for a coworker.

💫 Uniforms were a mixed bag here, and how I felt about them went up and down quite a lot! Initially I hated the little purple blouse Kirk wears, but once he took the jacket off and I saw the sleeves + those pants? Hello, yes, great outfit. Man looks like he’s going to Halloween as a gay little pirate and I have no complaints. I can’t find a great picture of it so just extrapolate what you can from this gif.

💫 I loved the mind meld scene. It felt so full of grief for them both.

And honestly there isn’t really a good way to sum up what I didn’t like about it. It just wasn’t a great movie! It was fine, and as you can see I did enjoy a lot of it! But it didn’t flow well for me.

I’m looking forward to more Star Trek in 2024!

#star trek #the search for spock #star trek iii: the search for spock #james t kirk #spock #spirk #they are in love #and honestly Leonard is part of that too #just a couple of husbands carrying their other husbands soul home to be reunited with his body #leonard mccoy

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Girl Crush 2

part 1 | masterlist

pairing robin buckley x fem!reader, steve harrington x fem!reader

note - pls read part one before you read this one ! :)

type - angst, fluff

summary - while dating steve, you develop a crush on robin

warnings / includes - language, steamy make out session, fighting, cheating, very messy 😭

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*gif isn’t mine*

You slam the door shut, holding your face in your hands while you pace back and forth. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Robin nervously chews her lip, fiddling with the belt loops of her jeans. “T-This was an accident, right? I mean, we were caught in the moment.”

A waterfall of tears stream down your face. You put your back against the wall and slide down, curling up in a ball. “I’m so fucking stupid. God, I’m such a horrible girlfriend. I’m a horrible person.”

Robin sits down across from you, putting her hand on your knee. “You’re not a horrible person, Y/n.”

You look at up at her, your eyes already bloodshot. “I am, Robin. I just hurt Steve. This is the second time he has been hurt by a girlfriend. I swore to him that o would be better than Nancy, but I’m actually worse. I kissed his best friend. I-I ruined everything. I-It’s all my fault,” you sob.

Robin sighs, debating on what to say. Seeing you break down like this breaks her heart and leaves her a little speechless. You’re always so put together. In the couple of years she’s known you, she has never once seen you cry. But now that she has, she wants to do everything in her power to stop it.

“So what, you kissed me?” Robin asks. “Doesn’t mean anything. Especially since you’ve never been with a girl before, right?”

You hiccup and shake your head. “That doesn’t excuse anything.”

“If you just explain to Steve that it was a mistake and you didn’t like it, then —”

“Robin,” you say, your voice suddenly low and unwavering. You look her in the eyes and sit up. “Do you really think I “got caught up in the moment” and that I didn’t like it?”

Robin looks away, biting her lip anxiously. “N-No. But I don’t want to mess up your relationship.”

“The only person who messed up my relationship was me. You did nothing. You were… perfect.”

“Still, I feel bad,” she mumbles. “I’m sorry for doing this to you and Steve. To you and I,” you say.

Robin chuckles a little, shyly glancing at you. “Are you kidding? That kiss was the highlight of my life. If you weren’t dating Steve, I would have asked you out.”

You give her a watery smile. “The kiss was amazing for me, too.” Your smile diminishes as you continue speaking. “But… I can’t focus on that. I have to figure out a way to make this right with Steve. If he hates me forever, then fine. That’s fine because I deserve that. But I need him to know that I loved him so much and that everything I did and everything I said to him wasn’t a lie.”

“He’ll know, Y/n. Hell, he already knows. You have no idea how much he talks about you at Family Video. And he’s not only saying how pretty you are. He’s always saying how much of a good girlfriend you are, how thoughtful you are, how loving, supportive, funny you are.”

“Oh, Robin,” you sniffle, another cycle of waterworks flooding. “H-He says all of that?”

She nods with a little smile. “Every damn day.”

Your heart breaks more. “That makes me feel even more terrible.”

“No! I’m so sorry. I-I thought it was going to be nice to hear,” Robin apologizes. “I didn’t mean to make you cry again. I’m so sorry.”

“I-It’s okay,” you take a deep breath. “Just makes me realize how great of a boyfriend he is.”

“I hate to admit it, but he is. It makes me really jealous, actually,” Robin chuckles. “You’ll find someone Robin. It’s so much easier to find someone out of high school. I just got lucky,” you say.

She shakes her head. “No, it’s not like that. He makes me jealous because he makes me want you more.”

Your eyes widen and a little “oh” leaves your lips.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “But it doesn’t matter.”

You frown and offer a comforting hand on her arm. “Robin, it does matter. I —”

You two are interrupted when the door opens. Your heart races as you see Steve looking down at you two.

“Hey, what’re you guys doing?” he asks. You panic and look at Robin. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You feel like you’re about to throw up.

Robbin’s eyes slowly look away from you and to Steve. “She got her period,” she blurts.

Steve raises his brows. “O-Okay. Are you… in pain?”

“No. She was just really upset because she wanted you two to have sex tonight, but obviously, you guys can’t, and she feels bad. And you know, periods make us gals insane and really weepy, so…” Robin trails off.

You’re surprised by how fast Robin made up that cover story, but there’s no room for you to tell the truth.

“Oh, baby,” Steve chuckles. He sits down on the floor next to you and puts his arm over your shoulder. “Don’t worry about that. We can spend the night cuddling and watching movies and eating so much ice cream we explode.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words. You stare into his eyes, feeling the bridge of your nose burn in attempt to hold back tears.

You realize that no matter what happens, he will always make you happy. He’ll always be that one person that just gets you. The one person who still gives you butterflies past the honeymoon phase. Who makes you feel special, loved, supported, and satisfied with everything in life.

But he won’t be the person who gets to be with you forever. Not after tonight.

“Honey, don’t cry.” he cups your cheek with his hand, wiping away the tears with his thumb. “It’s okay, okay? I’m not mad or sad, so you shouldn’t be. Plus, I use condoms anyways,” he smirks.

You laugh again, your whole face lighting up. Robin stares at you two, guilt overcoming her. She knows the cheating is your fault, but she can’t help but blame herself. She looks at you with Steve and all that’s written on your face is joy. How could Robin be so stupid? You are meant to be with Steve, not her. No matter what exciting, new feelings you may have for anyone else, including Robin.

“I’ll leave you two.” Robin gets up and grabs her belt. You stare at her as she leaves, “I’m sorry” on the tip of your tongue. Your heart sinks as she avoids your gaze, roughly pulling the door open.

“What’s up with her?” Steve asks. “She’s just hungry. She gets hangry,” you lie.

Steve nods. “Me, too. Well, do you want to keep the party going or do you want to just chill out?”

“Doesn’t matter to me. It’s your birthday,” you say.

“But your my girlfriend who generously set this all up,” he smiles. “It’s my job,” you shrug.

Steve put his thumb on your chin and holds your head up to look at him. “I know I don’t say this much, but I am so thankful for you. I’m sorry I don’t remind you enough. I need to do that more.”

“Oh, Steve,” you sigh. “I already know all this. You do more than enough to let me know. It’s okay.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. You’re always saying how great I am, I need you to know how great you are.”

All you can do is smile through the pain. You hug him tightly, burying your face into his neck. You let a few tears shed, squeezing your eyes shut as you enjoy his comforting arms. You don’t know how many times you’ll be able to do this so you promise yourself to cherish whatever time you have left with him.

“I love you so much, Steve,” you whisper. “So, so much.”

“I know you do, baby. I love you so much. You’re the best,” he mumbles into your neck.

“No, you are,” you whisper it like a promise.

He pulls away to kiss you. You want to cry harder, but you keep your composure. You tangle your hand in his hair and push yourself up against him, kissing him so hard you might bruise his lips.

Steve pulls away, a little breathless. He looks into your eyes, noticing they still look a little sad. “Are you sure you’re okay? Did anything else happen?”

Your heart pounds and you can barely swallow. You know you should tell him right now, but it’s still his birthday. You didn’t want to be an even worse girlfriend.

“No, nothing else happened. I just hate my period,” you lie.

He nods, “understandable. Do you need me to get anything for you?”

You shake your head. “No, thank you. Let’s go back to the party.”

“Okay. If you’re done with it, just let me know.”

You nod and stand up, a little wobbly. Steve wraps an arm around you and walks you out. Max and Lucas look at you blankly while Robin is still avoiding your gaze. You shake your head at Max and Lucas while Steve leads you back to the dance floor.

You put your attention back on Steve, smiling at him as he sets his hands on your waist. He looks at you with stars in his eyes, making you melt on the inside. You naturally wrap your arms around his neck, clasping your hands together as you two sway to the beat of the music.

You two spend the rest of the night dancing with the kids, Robin standing in the corner and reading for most of the night.

“Happy birthday, old man!” Dustin smiles at Steve. “Just wait. You’ll be 20 in no time,” Steve smirks.

“Don’t remind me,” Dustin rolls his eyes.

“Bye, guys,” you smile at the kids as they leave. Steve goes over to the snack table for more pretzels, allowing Max and Lucas to come up to you.

“Obviously you didn’t tell him,” Max says. “I wasn’t going to tell him tonight. It’s his birthday,” you scoff.

“How long had this been going on?” Lucas asks. “It was only that one kiss!” you exclaim in a hushed voice.

“Better not be another one. You know how badly Steve was hurt after Nancy,” Max glares at you.

You sigh and nod, putting your hand on your forehead. “Yeah, I know. It won’t happen again. I hate hurting him and I already know I did, even if he doesn’t feel it yet.” You glance at him again. You can’t help but smile as he tries to be a walrus with the pretzels.

“He’s a great guy. He doesn’t deserve this. Especially since you were kissing a girl,” Lucas states.

You glare at them. “I know! Do you think I wanted this to happen? You guys know how much I love Steve. You guys know that he… he’s my one and only. I have our wedding planned out.”

“Then why did you kiss Robin?” Max asks. You slump against the doorframe and state at Robin as she nibbles on a snicker bar. “It’s different with her,” you say truthfully.

“That doesn’t mean it’s better,” Max says. “Yeah, I know,” you frown, lowering your gaze at your shoes.

Max sighs and puts her hand on your shoulder. “We know you love Steve, but you have to decide if you’re in love with him, or if you’re in love with Robin.”

You nod, “yeah. You’re right.”

“Good luck,” Lucas sighs. “Thanks,” you roll your eyes.

“We’ll see you soon,” Max says. She interlocks fingers with Lucas as they walk out of your house.

“Is that the last of the rug rats?” Steve asks. “Yep,” you nod.

“Hey, Robin. Want to watch a movie with us?” Steve suggests.

“Um, no.” Robin shakes her head. “I have to go home. Great party, Y/n. Happy birthday, Steve.”

“Thanks,” Steve says as she walks out. He closes the door and turns to you. “She’s acting more weird than normal.”

You shrug, “I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe she’ll tell you tomorrow during work.”

Steve nods, “Yeah, maybe.”

Turns out, Robin did tell him what was wrong. She told him the truth, but not the full truth.

“She’s my girlfriend, Robin!” Steve exclaims. “I know, I’m sorry!” Robin sighs.

“And you’re supposed to be my best friend!”

“I know. I said I’m sorry.”

“I know it’s hard to find girls in Hawkins, but that doesn’t give you the right to steal mine,” Steve glares.

“I-I know. You have no idea how terrible I feel! B-But at least I told you, right?” Robin asks.

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs. He sets his hands on his hips and paces around Family Video, realization occurring. “That’s why she was acting so weird.”

“Yeah, she feels so bad, Steve,” Robin nods. “Why didn’t she tell me?” Steve frowns.

“It was your birthday. And plus, I’m the one who made the move,” Robin lies.

Steve nods. “Yeah, makes sense, I guess.”

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I promise it’ll never happen again,” Robin says, looking him dead in the eyes.

Steve searches her eyes, his heart strings being tugged. But he can’t forgive Robin. Not yet. Not when it’s so fresh. “Yeah, I… I need to go see Y/n. I can’t be here right now.”

Robin sighs helplessly. “Please, Steve!”

But he’s already out the door and on his way to you. You’re asleep on the couch when he knocks. The sound jolts you awake and you panic.

“Y/n, it’s Steve!”

You sigh in relief, but a different type of panic sets in. “Coming!” you shout. You throw your blanket off of you and open the door for him. You gasp as his eyes are red and watery. “W-What happened?”

“Robin told me what happened.”

Your stomach drops to your feet. You suddenly feel nauseous and numb. “W-What did she say?”

“She said how she kissed you and how she’s in love with you,” Steve explains.

Your brows rise. “She said what?”

“Yeah, can you believe it?” he scoffs. He walks into your house and sits down on the couch. “I mean, I understand that it’s hard for her to find someone that’s out and a girl that likes girls. But, she chooses you? My girlfriend. That’s so… disrespectful. Don’t get me wrong, I can see why she likes you. I mean, look at you. You’re stunning, but my girl? I just… I thought she was my best friend.”

You sit down and holds Steve’s forearm. “Steve, she’s still your best friend. I don’t —”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Not after this. You know, if she wanted my help she could have asked me. I could have gotten her a girl, or tried to. But she picked the one person that is unavailable. And you don’t even like girls, so it wasn’t even worth it.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he keeps talking.

“I’m so mad,” he seethes. “And you,” his head snaps to you. Your mind races with what he could say next. You can barely breathe, thinking that he will suddenly turn on you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “You were so kind and thoughtful last night. Not telling me because you thought it would ruin my night. And I mean, it definitely would have, but it just shows even more how you’re the perfect girl.”

“I’m not the perfect girl,” you shake your head. “I let it happen. I didn’t stop… her, and I just let her kiss me. I’m the worst,” your voice breaks as you begin to cry again.

“Baby, you’re not. Maybe you just got caught in the moment, or you were so shocked that you didn’t know what to do. It’s happened to all of us.”

You nod, “yeah. It was definitely one of those things.”

Steve sighs and lays back on the couch, thinking for a few moments. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive her.”

You look at him, sitting up straighter and looking him in the eyes. “Steve, there’s something you should know.”

He gulps visibly. “W-What is it?”

“I…” you look away at your coffee table. “I… I like girls, too.”

Steve’s heart jumps up his throat. “Y-You do.”

“Yeah,” you look back at him. “But that doesn’t mean I like you any less. It just means…”

“You like boobies like I like boobies,” Steve says.

You chuckle softly. “Yeah, you could put it that way.”

“That’s… good to know. Now I have to watch out for both guys and girls,” he jokes.

You feel a little bit hopeful at his reaction. “So, you’re not mad or anything? You don’t love me any less?”

He smiles softly and sits up. He rests one hand on your thigh and reaches the other up to your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. “Of course, I’m not mad. Nor do I love you any less. It’s a little surprising, of course, but I don’t see you any differently.”

You cry again, this time in relief. “Oh, thank God. I-I’ve been so worried you would break up with me over this.”

“I never would,” he shakes his head. “And why would I? I’m fine with Robin being gay.”

“Yeah, but people are more offensive to people who like both genders.”

“Well, you chose me out of the billion people in the world, so I’m lucky,” he smiles.

You gaze into his eyes and you can’t help but grin. “I’m so lucky, too.” you rest your forehead against his and press your lips to his. He hums happily, wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you close. His other hand grabs your leg and swings it over his lap. You breathe out as you sit on his lap, open-mouth kissing him and slipping your tongue into his mouth.

His hands slip down your thighs, toying with the drawstring on your sweats. You smile into the kiss as he unites it, gently tugging on the elastic to loosen your pants. As he slips his hands in, a chill goes up your spine. You pull away to look at Steve, shocked to see Robin in his place.

“Hey, baby,” she smiles, her raspy voice enticing you. Her hands move up your body and under your shirt, skimming the underwire of your bra. She takes a handful of your tits in both hands, massaging them over the cups of your bra.

You hum in pleasure, rocking your hips with hers. She begins to kiss your neck, sucking on the spot that makes you whine. You feel her lips curl up into a smile and you smile with her.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” she asks. “Mmhmm,” you nod, focusing more on how good it feels to have her hands on you.

“It’s fun lying to your boyfriend. It’s fun breaking his heart and causing him to not have a best friend anymore.”

Your smile quickly diminishes and you pull away, confused as to why she’s not there anymore. You look around the room, your heart jumping out of your throat as you see a big grandfather clock. You can’t hear anything else now but its merciless ticking.

You’re frozen in place. You can’t seem to bring yourself to move and run away. You’re so shocked and scared. All you can do is hope that you wake up.

Meanwhile, in reality, Steve is trying to shake you awake. He noticed something was off when you pulled away and smiled at him differently than usual. Now you’re staring into space, not moving, speaking, or even breathing.

“Baby, wake up,” Steve panics. “C’mon, you’re stronger than him. Wake up, please.”

You wake up a couple seconds later, eyes jolting across the room and your chest heaving. Steve sighs in relief, hugging you close to him.

“God, I thought I lost you,” he mutters.

You do nothing but break down in his arms.

“Sshh, baby, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” he rubs your back.

You shake your head. “I-I’m not. I-I’m going to die soon.”

“No, you won’t. Max survived it and you will, too,” Steve says.

You hiccup and pull away to face him. “S-Steve, there’s something I need to tell you.”

He furrows his brows. “Okay, what is it? Is it about something you saw?”

“N-No. It’s about Robin. She —”

“Yo!” Dustin’s voice shouts form the outside. He pounds on your door. “I know you guys are here! I can see your car. Stop having sex! We can’t have Y/n pregnant while Vecna is still out there!”

Steve rolls his eyes and looks back at you. “You can tell me later, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” you swallow harshly.

“Guys! We need to get Eddie food!” Dustin yells.

“Alright, I’m coming!” Steve groans. He gently rolls you off of his lap, giving your forehead a kiss before he opens the door. “Thank you for disturbing half of the neighborhood.”

“The neighborhood loves me!” Dustin grins. “And it took you long enough. Were you two getting dressed or — oh.” Dustin stops as he sees you crying in a ball. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, douchebag,” Steve glares at him.

“What’s wrong? Did you make her cry?” Dustin gasps.

“What? No! Of course not! She…” Steve sighs. “She saw Vecna. Or the grandfather clock. Or one of those two.”

Dustin’s brow raise and his jaw drops. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs. “W-Well, we’ve beat him before. I mean, maybe we can get her to listen to her favorite song ahead of time to stop him?” Dustin suggests.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Steve nods.

“Hey, Y/n,” Dustin says softly. He walks over to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “I have Oreos if you want some. They’re double stuffed.”

You let out a little laugh. You wipe your nose and look up. “I’m good. Thanks, Dusty.”

“You sure?” Steve asks. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

You look off into the distance, not being able to get Robin’s words out of your head. She was so real. You reached out and touched her, you kissed her. But it was really Vecna.

You feel disgusting. Your skin feels dirty and your chest hurts. You shoot up from the couch, not saying anything as you walk to your bathroom, immediately stripping off your clothes and turning on the shower.

Dustin and Steve watch you slam the door in confusion.

“Is she okay?” Dustin asks. Steve rolls his eyes. “She’s seeing Vecna. Do you think she’s okay?”

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Dustin says, sitting down next to Steve. “What could she be guilty about? She’s the most innocent person I know.”

Steve sighs and nods. “I know, that’s what I’m thinking, too. I mean, she just told —” he stops himself, Dustin’s brows raising in question.

“She just told you what?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” Steve shakes his head.

“Are you sure?” Dustin asks. “It could be important.”

“Trust me, it isn’t,” Steve says. He looks at your bathroom door, trying to rack his brain for what it could be.

You couldn’t be guilty about the kiss with Robin, could you? Robin said it herself that it was her fault. That it was a mistake and that you didn’t even like it.

A horrible thought entered Steve’s mind. What if you did like it?

He erases the thought from his head. Just because you came out to him doesn’t mean that it has anything to do with what happened with Robin. It’s just a coincidence… right?

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that's him, that's just who he is | tbz lee sangyeon

» PAIRING: tbz lee sangyeon x gn! reader (implied afab reader...?) » TROPE/AU: childhood friends 2 strangers » GENRE: angst!, comfort later (more like a peace of mind after all the angst), little bit of fluff from the flashback » WORD COUNT: 2985 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~11 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): as far as i'm aware, none! navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist

my first story for my personal healing project!

this story reflects how i personally see sangyeon and i am a bit worried that i made it 'too personal' to the point that you guys won't really understand what's going on 😭😭 but i really hope this isn't the case.

another thing i want to emphasise and add! i'm still not used to writing for gn!reader so please, if you see something that should be changed, tell me straightaway! 😭😭 this is a very important topic and as much as i've proof read it, i am still able to make mistakes!

other than that...let's go!

“I’m home!”

The house chorused in a series of ‘welcome back’s and variants of ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’. You hug your mum in the kitchen, craning your head forward to her shoulder, observing her working hard on the food that she’s making for the neighbourhood party that is happening across the road from your house in about two hours or so.

You relax in contentment as the smell of your mum’s homemade food fills the whole house and you can’t help but let out a deep sigh to relish the familiarity of it, only being able to get a whiff of the aroma maybe once a week, sometimes unfortunately even less.

“How was work?” Your mum strikes up the conversation when you put your chin on her shoulder, your whole body almost dangling if you could due to the exhaustion, “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

You roll your eyes in response, whining for your sister across the other side of the room, in front of the television to keep it down as you could barely hear the sizzling of the meat on the frying pan, “Well, it’s fine, I guess?”

“Why? Cause at the very least you can see the love of your life?” Your chin detaches from your mother’s comfort, your spine straightening and you let out a gasp, almost scandalous at the words your mum just said, “Hey! You were the one who told me that all your co-workers were teasing you both for that ring on your finger!”

“True.”

A radiant smile pulls up on your lips when you remember the way your partner knelt on one knee after casually asking you “Do you want to have little, mini versions of us walking around someday?” You, being slow, just leisurely answered back with a “Duh! Of course!” and before you knew it, the ring on your left fourth finger solidified the promises between you two to make that, and so much more happen.

Leaning onto the cupboard that stretches from the floor to the top of the ceiling, you play with the continuous silver band and the shiny diamond protruding on your ring finger. Already touching and feeling it so many times, you remember its grooves and design happily, reciting the next spaces of the ring in your head easily. The smile pulls up further on your face and you squeal at the thought of you walking down the aisle soon.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Your sister shouts in obvious annoyance, “You told me to be quiet and now you’re the one being loud!”

Ugh, this little demon.

“And what are you doing when mum is obviously working her ass off in the kitchen?” You observe your very very lazy sister’s surroundings: she rests her whole body on her side to watch the blown-up performance stage of one of the many groups that she likes, fully stretching and sprawling on the whole couch, bags of opened processed foods on the glass coffee table within her reach and her phone somewhere in the messy pile, “Geez, do something productive for once in your life.”

“Hey.” She finally sits up, not bothering to pause the big screen as the cheers of the fans could be heard clearly and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the new ‘ending fairy’ trend in the new generation of K-Pop, zooming from one member to the next, “Being happy is being productive.”

And you couldn’t refute that, knowing that she was absolutely right.

“Hey!” Your mum hollers your attention back to the kitchen behind you, the steam of the soup creating a soft and white fluffy barrier between her somewhat mischievous and guilty grin, “Do you mind helping out with the mango dessert? I don’t think I can finish it in time. I slept in and started preparations late.”

“Sure!” You immediately agree, glad to be spending some time with your mum anyway, “I’ll just quickly wash up and change. I’ll be right there!”

The routine isn’t anything special for a regular neighbourhood party: shower, do some quick skincare, put on light makeup, style your hair appropriately, match it with appropriate attire and off you go to the kitchen with an apron to save your clumsy, silly self.

“What do you need me to make?” Your eyes quickly scan the fruits, ice, beverages and decorative flowers.

“Your sister was craving some fruit punches. I only have mango and passionfruit available.” Your mum sets some more ingredients for you to use on the kitchen island before turning away to face the stove once more, “You’re good at making these things.”

“That’s just an excuse right, mum?” The older woman chuckles, nodding in agreement.

You were about to ask your sister to get an idea of what exactly she wanted but the underaged sibling suddenly squeals and the beginnings of a soft instrumental bounce from the walls of the house before a deep, gentle timbre sings. Your lips twitch when the younger girl turns up the volume at the masked man on the television screen.

“I should add alcohol to this.” You mutter as you start to work on the drink, focusing intently back on your work.

But along the way…

Is a voice from deep within you telling to to listen carefully to the male singer.

When your hand retrieves the unpeeled mango, you stare at it fondly, turning your hand to observe the little marks and imperfections on the skin. Suddenly, the fruit didn’t seem to just be a fruit. The orange-yellow shading reminds you of a boy from your childhood who had the same hoodie as the colour and you remember how he said he would dye his hair to be the same colour when he could one day when he gets older.

Having some sort of background to hair and colouring as your auntie has a salon herself, you commented that it would need a couple of bleaches and an unhealthy hair condition for him to achieve the vibrant colour. You could hear the surprised and stuttering voice in your head, compromising his choice to have a more pastel, lighter look rather than the look that would totally steal the attention of any crowd.

Smiling at the really faint memory, you couldn’t help but sigh as you recalled that you no longer had contact with your primary school best friend. You both separated when you entered different high schools and despite promising to still have daily meetups in the neighbourhood park, you immersed yourself in your studies as he immersed himself further with the things he wanted to do. It was somewhat bitter but you both had the feeling it was coming anyway. Ultimately, you were glad that the friendship didn’t fade away because of some dramatic high school, hormonal drama.

“Lee Sangyeon, you’re such a good singer ugh!”

“W-Wait…” Your fingers quickly retract from the fruit peeler, whipping your head to the television at the familiar first name that your sister cheerfully shouted for.

It’s also when you realise that your sister isn’t watching live television but rather a replay of a video; I mean, it had to be a replay because your sister obviously knew the name of the singer even when he still had his mask on to conceal his identity.

Unknowingly, your eyes stuck to the screen, the mango slowly rolling out of your grip, your breath hitching as the familiarity of the song starts to take over your whole mind. The first observation you had was that his voice changed drastically. It wasn’t as high pitched and the lower register made your entire system start to relax when your lips unconsciously started moving to the shape of the lyrics to the song.

And there he was.

When the MC announced the name that you knew all too well, every muscle in your body froze except for the ones around your eyes as you couldn’t help but let a tear slip out. The nostalgia hits you and the second observation you had was that his smile never changed. It was still the gentle, wide ones that he always offered you whenever he answered your ridiculous questions or when he would ask you to accompany him to play on the swings instead of the slide. No, he didn’t have that hair colour that he talked about with you around fifteen years ago but his light brown shade showed you that he definitely did use similar hair products to achieve the look.

But that smile.

That smile told you a lot; one of them being that you were sure that Lee Sangyeon was still a very much reliable, positive person.

Even when he introduced himself to the audience, bowing politely as his hair was all messed up due to him taking off his mask, you could tell that even though he was nervous and most probably sweating buckets, he still beats all the allegations from when you were children saying that he looks cold and unfriendly.

His smile and the way his eyes disappear behind his eyelids make the corner of your lips lift as well; even his eyes still hold a smile similar to his lips. It contrasted heavily with his no evident smile, the vertical lines between his eyebrows and how he only made short bursts of eye contact with the audience when he was singing beforehand.

“You should just become a singer! Not an astronaut!”

“Should I?” Sangyeon could barely kick the surface of the sand with his legs, adjusting his posture on the swings to make sure that the swinging didn’t make him fall off to the ground and potentially embarrass himself in front of all the other kids, adults and their pets.

“For sure!” You exclaim, excitingly rattling the metal chains that held your weight in the air. You lean forward a little bit to escape the said chains and observe your friend beside you, “You have such a gentle personality and I could see you becoming the best leader ever! I could see you taking control, making sure that everything will go well and just being really reliable. Or you could go solo but honestly, it would be fun to see you dancing on stage.”

“Oh come on!” The little boy grunts in response to your laughing, recalling the way he was forcibly picked out from the crowd to do a little routine. Needless to say, he ran down the stage to sit back down with you, hiding his reddened face behind his arms above his knees, “Was I really that bad?”

“Nah.” You immediately saw the smile from back, “You looked a bit silly though.”

Sangyeon rolls his eyes away, still with a wide grin on his face as he observes the sun setting behind the trees and he takes notice of the way the warmth from the orange light slowly disappears from the top of his head to his forehead and is now down to just his chin.

“Well, I’ll just have to go with the flow, I guess.” You admire the way that Sangyeon looked at life. At such a young age, you always thought that he was mature and would take the cruel obstacles that life threw at him one step at a time, “It’s simpler that way anyways.”

His positivity definitely grew on you healthily and he would occasionally remind you that even though life is crap, it’s okay to feel like the whole world is against you and to cry once in a while. Your friendship with Sangyeon most definitely strengthened your mental health and amidst the hard times in life, you also believed that good things would happen one by one slowly.

“As they say,” You follow his gaze to the barely visible hemisphere that was once high in the day, “Simple is Sangyeon.”

“But I guess I still want to be greedy and achieve all the things that I want quickly with whatever it is that I’ll pursue.”

The little chuckle that escaped from you made Sangyeon turn his attention back. He then sees the series of nods and your closed smile before hearing your approving hum, “Fair enough, fair enough.”

That was around the end of primary school and was one of the last regular meetups before high school where it became irregular and unsteady.

You were happy though. You still are.

You’re happy that you met Sangyeon even though life took you to your different, diverse paths. Making friends in high school was a big pain in the ass as you had to start all over again from basic introductions and discussions of hobbies. It was so much easier because Sangyeon’s extroverted self carried you to make friends and drag other people into the conversation easily.

“You alright?”

Your feet had a mind of itself when you realised that the television wasn’t on your ten o’clock anymore but more like your twelve. The younger at the couch had her legs tucked in beneath her body, kneeling on the leather sofa with both of her eyebrows raised in suspicion and concern.

“Y-Yeah.” You gesture to the big screen with a chin tilt, “So…which group is this?”

“THE BOYZ! Oh my gosh, this is what I was going to tell you about when you walked into the house! Look! There are eleven members and they’re all so handsome!”

The contrasting volume between the two siblings, as they engaged in their back-to-back conversation, had the older woman from the kitchen sighing at ease. Though time was running out and they needed to finish as soon as possible to avoid being late (or being late at an unmannered time), she could see how her oldest child bent their upper body down and used their elbows to support their weight on the backrest of the couch while her youngest flips through the various video contents of the said group. She also remembers the existence of the now way more mature boy that she once knew personally and she has always been aware that even though the friendship ended peacefully, it was still hard on you as you jumped from group to group to find the right people to spend your time with.

Turning the red line of the stove knob to ‘off’, picking up the steaming pot and placing it on top of the coaster to the barely changed arrangement of ingredients that she sets for the dessert on the kitchen island, she lets out an exhale that blows the fragrant ginger away from her face. She didn’t have the heart to tell any of her children to help her out anymore, not when the younger was enthusiastically teaching the older the names of all the members once again after the latter only recalled around three of the names; the mother thought it was a good effort already on her behalf.

Similar to the stuttering one who points at the still unfamiliar member, she rests her elbows on the cold table stone, one of her palms as a rest for her cheek. The ‘ten more minutes!’ reminder on her phone rang but as soon as the first note blared, the mother let out a quick, surprised sound, lunging to reach her phone across the island, tapping on the ‘silent’ button repeatedly, not wanting to break the chaotic atmosphere of her two kids, “I guess after all these years…”

Finally making the final decision inside her head, she opens the group chat for all the mothers in the neighbourhood to tell them that they won’t be able to make it to the monthly gathering. Amidst the happy squealing and claps when you were able to recite all the members’ names, the front door clicks open to reveal the other parental figure for the two busy children.

“What’s up with those two?” The man amusedly comments at his two precious children, dipping his head down to kiss his wife, “Don’t tell me they tried something for the first time.”

“No, no, no.” Immediately backing up the radiant smiles on both the younger’s faces that pasted on their faces across the room. The couple stays in the hallway, watching the way that you finally sit down on the couch properly next to your sister who shows you yet another stage and a song that you were sure was going to make it to your main playlist, “Let’s just say that there’s a boy who not only makes our oldest the happiest, but now also our youngest.”

“Well,” The dad exhales happily at the good news. One of his hands tucks itself into his pants pocket, the other wrapping around the waist of his lovely wife, “that’s good to hear. Sounds like a decent guy. Who is it?”

“Lee Sangyeon.”

“Damn,” he nods, slightly pouting as he reflects on his own actions, “maybe I should take notes from this guy.”

“Don’t be silly, love. You’re a great dad.” Before kissing another reassuring kiss onto his lips, “Lee Sangyeon…he’s just that type of person, you know?”

“What type?”

“The type that’s capable of making people happy.”

You and your sister finally take notice of the new figure in the house, jumping from your seats to tackle your parents in a hug. More variations of ‘welcome back’s and ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’ spewed out the still-excited youngsters. Your mum calms you both down from your jumping sprees, placing a hand on each of your backs. You make eye contact with your mum and she could see the swirls of adoration, peacefulness and a sort of…relief just swimming freely in your eyes.

The hand on your back runs up and down, your mother understanding how you feel without you even saying it. Once more, she lets her thoughts run and thanks the boy on the screen who was a strong figure in your childhood:

“That’s you. That’s just who you are, Sangyeon.”

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Sweetheart~

Chapter 2 The creature x fem!reader

warnings! Murder, mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of sex and a author who hasn’t actually watched the movie because it’s not streaming in Australia 😭😭

A/n CHAPTER TWO IS OUTTT (read chap one here) UGHHH, I’m sorry I’m not the best writer I feel like i rush things but I am learning, I’m going to try and release more fanfiction with more fandoms so it’s not all Lisa Frankenstein <3

It had been a few days since you and The creature had smashed Janet’s head into a sewing machine and cut off her ear to use it for his own purposes, taffy and your father were none the wiser! They think she is at a work trip. You walked downstairs in a lacy tank top, sweat pants and your hair in a messy scrunchie bun. Taffy giggled up at you “don’t tell mom but… it’s actually nice when she’s gone.. right dad?” She smiled warmly over to the other side of the table were your father was standing “uh… yeah.. it’s quiet” he said as he sipped his morning coffee and holding up the newspaper. You pulled the chair out and sat down “so uh… have we heard from her?” You questioned, acting clueless “nope! Must be realllll busy” taffy smiled innocently, not knowing the true fate of her mother. You bit your lip and nodded “mhm… yep…” you acted as normally as you possibly could; knowing you had murdered someone, or rather you were the accomplice to a murder. You used your manicured fingernails to tap on the table, making clicking noises “ah I love your nails! See it’s so nice to look after yourself” taffy giggled as she ate a strawberry “oh uh.. yeah..” you were awfully quiet…. “You okay? Your acting funny” taffy’s dark eyebrows furrow, her once bubbly smile dropping “oh I’m just.. worried about uh.. mom..” taffy’s eyes lit up “AWWWW, it’s okay I bet she’s okay..” she rubbed your back to “comfort” you.

Once the breakfast was over you rushed to go back upstairs and to your room, the sounds of your feet against the carpet made a pitter patter as you rushed up the carpet “ughhh! What do I do?!” You yelped to the creature, he grunted and his body twisted towards you, making a sickening cracking sound from his rusty and old joints “okay.. ew… anyways, are you sure they won’t find the body?” You asked frantically, he groaned and slowly nodded; making a familiar cracking noise from his neck. “Are you sure sure?” You pressed. The creature seemed annoyed with your constant worrying about being caught. He grabbed your shoulders and held you in place, looking at you with a ‘it’s fine’ look. You sighed and began to count to ten in an attempt to calm yourself down “1….2….3….4….5… oh god… 6…7….8…9…” inhale “10…. Im calm… I’m very calm… I’m very very calm…” you sighed and leaned onto the creatures chest, noticing the lack of heart beat “oh.. yeah… your dead.. you.. you don’t have a heartbeat huh..?” You looked up at him, his somewhat stiff face looked back down at you as he grumbled in an attempt to say “yes”. Your shoulders slumped as you sighed, leaning back onto his “that’s… that’s okay..” you smiled and closed your eyes, for a dead man… he was oddly comforting…

the next morning…

you opened the closet door to find him against the wall, asleep. “Hey buddy..” you smiled and woke him up “I uh… I have an idea!” You smiled to the now stirred zombie man. The creature grumbles, tilting his head to the side “well.. remember how I went to that party the other day..?” You tried to jog his foggy memory, in hopes despite his heart not working, that his brain still worked! The creature nodded again, but it was slow and stiff due to the fact he was fresh out the tomb. “And remember how that Doug guy kept grabbing me and hitting on me and ended up yk.. sexually assaulting me..?” You asked him quietly and he nodded again “I think… we might just have a hand donor!” You looked down at the creatures “nub” which was where his hand mustve been in the 1830s. The creatures face lit up the best of its ability, you slowly walked over to the pink landline phone laying on your wooden table. Dialing a couple numbers then placing your phone to your ear

“Hello doug..? I was wondering if maybe, we could go on a walk with me today or tomorrow..?”

“yeah! Of course beautiful”

you grinned to the creature as a good sign, you suddenly put on your acting skills “oh thank you Doug… what time today?” You said as you twirled the cord around “2:30? Too easy. See you then~~”

2:30

“Hey… I’m so glad you came..” you said breathily to Doug, he smiled to you. You two started walking together in the woods as he grabbed your hand, you swiftly pulled your hand away from his hand “w-what you don’t wanna hold my hand..?” He seemed surprise that you didnt want to be romantic with him at all.“I… just wanna show you something” you said as you began to speed walk ahead of him. “Hey wait up!” He yelped, you slowly bushed some old bushes away to show him the bachelors grove cemetery. “This is my uh.. this is my spot!” You smiled and giggled as you held your hand out to him to follow you into the cemetery and to be honest he looked wary “r-really? A cemetery?” He stuttered, looking up at the metal sign…but by the time he lowered his head to look back at you; you were already way ahead of him. Little did he know the creature was waiting for him with a axe in one hand and a shovel in the other. Once Doug catched up to you, you acted clueless for a while, not even listening to his ranting about you and how pretty you were, as you looked over the thorny bushes you could see a head of curly hair, the creatures head of curly hair to be exact. The dirt and leaves crunched beneath your feet as you and Doug walked closer and closer to Doug’s future grave. The deep hole you and the creature had dug for him this morning waiting for him. Doug didnt even get to finish one of his many sentences before you violently shoved him into the hole, he screamed like a little girl “w-what?! *name* who’s this?! what.. what’s he doing?! Oh god…” he began to violently scream as the undead man hacked his hands off and then just began to swing the axe at him. Repeated blows turning Doug’s body into nothing but skin tissue and blood. You smiled as you finally got the revenge for the assault you faced at the hands of that grubby little boy.. you slowly climbed into the dirt hole and grabbed one of Doug’s bloody and amputated hands and held it up to the creatures wrapped up nub he once called his wrist “it’ll work” you shrugged and smiled to him, throwing the hand into a plastic bag with a uncomfortable thud.

The blue thread weaves in and out of the creatures skin, as you sewed the hand to him. Finishing up the last stitches “how’s that feel..? Handy?” You giggled, he didnt make a noise back “right yeah.. we gotta electrocute ya don’t we?” You smiled warmly to him, he seemed to have grown to you as a great comfort in your life. You had been miserable since the death of your mother and now.. the creature filled that void in some ways, he wasn’t your mother but he certainly was something. “Let’s go get ya zapped up huh..?” You went to go play with the curls in his hair “hm?” He grumbled and leaned into your hand “hey.. you’re actually pretty cute…” you muttered only to go a pink shade “w-what? Nobody said anything.” You tried to cover up what you said as you helped him up and down the stairs to the tanning bed. The creature stumbled into the tanning bed room, and laid down into the bed. You fidgeted around with the crank again until you could turn it on and close the magenta lid. You waited almost 15 minutes for him! A ear would take 5 minutes to attach, so a hand.. a whole limb! Must take longer right..? When the 15 minutes were up, the familiar ‘ding!’ Noise rang in your own ears, you jumped in surprise and quickly rushed to the tanning bed to see if it worked. Not only did it work, but it did something else. It made him look more…. Human. His face looked more alive and he had now grown eyebrows, a feature he lacked before. “Woah..” he looked at you, equally as surprised! You pulled him up so he sat up in the tanning bed, he looked at his new hand and attempted to wiggle it, the fingers wiggled and you gasped, clapping your hand excitedly “it worked! You have a hand, can you talk now?” Instead of trying to speak like you were suggesting, the creature stood up and offered his hand to you like men did back in the 1800s when they wanted to dance with a woman “no no.. I can’t dance” you turned away and before you knew it, he grabbed you and yanked you backwards towards him. You yelped in surprise, then looked up at his smiling face.

The creature spun you around, grabbed you by your waist and hand then kept slow dancing with you in the back yard.. you blushed deeply and leaned onto his chest. He bowed you down then brought you back up and once again, kept twirling and dancing; the green grass making a slight noise with each step, it felt so romantic… the hand that was originally on your waist reached to play with the scrunchie in your hair, and the curling iron curls in your hair. “W-what are you doing..?” You looked up at him, he made a hum noise “we.. we should go inside.. it’s getting cold…” you suggested, shivering against him.. he nodded slowly and ushered you inside; holding you firmly and securely by your waist, treating you like your made of porcelain…

You took him upstairs, into your warm cozy room. “Should we find you some cozy clothes..? I’ll let you lay in bed with me…” you said sweetly to him, his face lit up “mhm..” you smiled and then walked into the closet, looking around for a pair of pyjamas that would fit him, and you successfully found some old Christmas pyjamas “here you go!” You tossed it to him then ushered him into the closet, he stumbled out in the Christmas pyjamas “awe how cute!” You squealed and hugged him, he wrapped his arms around you, then you pulled away “oh wait I gotta get into my own pyjamas…. Don’t peek” you scolded him and he smiled, the creature sitting down on your bed. You put on a lacy night gown and placed your hair in braids with ribbons on the end and to finish it off, frilly cozy socks. “Tada!” You bursted out the closet, pretending to hold a fashion show for him, he tried ti laugh but it sounded more like a wheeze… oh yea… he’s dead. You laid into bed with him. You and him spent hours talking.. or rather, you talking and him making noises due to his lack of tongue. “If I’m going to die… I don’t want to die a virgin…” you said quietly, and he chocked on his own spit “what! Did you die a virgin..?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “tsk…” the creature let out “your not gonna tell me..?” He shook his head “I tell you everything

he sighed

and held up one finger

“YOUR NOT A VIRGIN AND I AM? NOT FAIR”

a/n that’s the end of todays chapter! I would write part 3 but I’m honestly too lazy😖😖

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