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reputationmunson · 1 year

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The Stars Align | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Your hopeless crush on Eddie Munson might not be so hopeless after all thanks to a trip to family video

Content: fluff, Steve has a little crush on you but you’re into eddie, swearing, making out, mentions of bullying, she/her pronouns, reader is a year younger than Eddie

Word Count: 3.1K

a/n: i haven’t posted a fic in so long i’m so happy i was actually able to finish something! i hope you all enjoy :)

divider by @firefly-in-darkness

“Oh my god, Robin, she’s here! How does my hair look?” Steve asks frantically as he sees your car pull into family video. “Who is it this week?” She sighs, growing tired of seeing Steve strike out again and again.

“You already know who it is. I’ve been using my best work for weeks and…nothing” he groans. “Really? Telling her about the time you had a dental emergency due to milk duds is your best work?”

Before Steve can respond, the bell above the door rings and you walk in, looking as pretty as ever.

“H-hey! Haven’t seen you in a while. I hope you aren’t cheating on us with blockbuster” Steve says when you approach the counter and Robin cringes so much that she has to walk away.

“Nope” you say with a laugh “I’ve just been busy, but I finally have a night to myself. Can you check if you have a movie for me?”

“yeah, anything for you- I mean, um anything for a loyal customer not like I’d do anything for you. Well, I might, but not in a weird way-”

“Steve” you chuckle “I didn’t think it was anything weird. Until now”

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Anyways, what movie are ya lookin’ for?” He sits at the computer to pull up the movies on file. “Nightmare on Elm Street”

“Actually, my friend, Eddie, rented that yesterday, but I can see if he’s watched it yet so he can bring it back for you?” he suggests

“Eddie munson? You’re friends with him?”

“Oh, yeah, but don’t worry he doesn’t actually worship the devil he’s just like this huge nerd with a weird taste in music”

“No, I know. I just, uh, think he’s really cute”

“Oh” he says in a bit of disbelief. he’s been trying to ask you out for weeks and this whole time you’ve had the hots for Eddie. “You think he’s cute?” Robin asks, appearing out of nowhere with a big smile on her face.

“y-yeah. there’s something about the big brown eyes and long hair, i guess” you sigh, dreamily while Steve thinks hey, i’m a guy with brown eyes and a lot of hair.

“Ya know what, feel free to look around and we’ll take care of something real quick” Robin says and you wander off to the horror section.

“Call Eddie” She tells Steve.

“What? Why?”

“This is fate, Steve. She wants to rent the same movie Eddie just rented and she also happens to be, like, totally in love with him” She states and he rolls his eyes. “In love, Robin? She said he was cute because he has eyes and hair.”

“Aw, you’re jealous.” she teases. “Well, kinda. I wanted to ask her out and I haven’t had any luck in months with anyone.” Steve whines

“Think about it. Do you really wanna ask a girl out who’s into one of your closest friends? That’s obviously a recipe for disaster, so call him” Robin says and Steve groans. He hates when she’s right, but he picks up the phone and dials anyway.

“Hey, munson. Have you watched Nightmare on Elm Street yet?”

“I got it yesterday, Steve, what’s the rush?”

“There’s a pretty girl here who wants to rent it”

“And what do I have to do with that?” Eddie asks, thinking Steve is just trying to use his ‘position of power’ (Steve’s words, literally no one else's) to try and impress any cute girl that walks through the door.

“Well, somehow the universe keeps finding ways to laugh at me because when I told her my friend Eddie has it she said you were cute or something” you can overhear Steve and you could die of embarrassment. You had flashbacks to middle school when your best friend told your crush that you liked him and he made fun of you for the rest of the school year.

“I am cute, Harrington and you know it. Who is she?”

Steve tells him your name and Eddie's heart practically stops for a second. He can’t believe the pretty girl he’s had a crush on for years thinks he’s cute.

“I’ll be right there” Eddie says before hanging up and sprinting out the door with Nightmare on Elm Street in hand.

“Welcome to Fam- Oh, it’s just you. She’s in the horror section” Steve grumbles when Eddie walks in. “Why do you have that look on your face?” Eddie asks Robin. Her eyes are big, smile even bigger with a hint of her ‘I just came up with a master plan’ look. “No reason, just go find your girl”

Eddie strolls over to find you and you look as gorgeous as always. You’re wearing a dress that stops halfway down your thighs, leaving your beautiful legs exposed, your lips shimmer from the gloss you put on, and you have an adorable look of concentration on your face as you look through the movie selection.

“Hey, you must be the pretty girl who’s just dying to watch this movie” He finally speaks up after admiring you. You turn to him and smile “you brought this back for me? you didn’t have to do that. did you at least get a chance to watch it?” You walk closer to him and the smell of your perfume makes him crazy. Everything about you just gets better and better.

“No, but it’s alright. I saw it in theaters, so it’s no biggie”

“Now I feel bad. You obviously wanted to watch it again and i’m only renting it because I’m like the only person who hasn’t seen it yet”

“You haven’t seen this masterpiece yet? It came out four years ago” he gasps and holds up the movie, making you giggle. Music to his ears.“I know. I’m lame”

There’s a beat of silence and if anyone were to look at Eddie, they could practically see the wheels turning in his head. For years, he’s been trying to find a way to work up the courage to just talk to you and now it feels like he’s been presented with the opportunity of a lifetime.

“Maybe we could watch it together” he suggests and feels like he’s stopped breathing until you give him an answer. You look up at him with your captivating eyes and nervously fiddle with your hands. “Yeah, I’d really like that” you respond and Eddie feels like he could do ten cartwheels right here in the middle of the isle. Little does he know you feel the same way.

“Yeah? Are you free tonight around eight?’’ He asks and you nod. “Can I get your address?”

Luckily, you had a scrap piece of paper and a pen in your purse and you write down his address with shaky hands due to the nerves from being asked on by the guy you’ve been hopelessly pining after for years.

“So, I’ll see you tonight?” He asks as you both walk over to the door. Steve and Robin are watching you both like hawks, but quickly act like they are working when Eddie shoots them a glare.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” you promise and he flashes his million dollar smile. “Me too. I mean, of course I will, it’s my house so why wouldn’t I be there, um, anyways I’m gonna go before I say something stupid again” He chuckles, nervously.

“I should go too. Thank you for bringing that movie back” You touch his arm in appreciation and his head spins at the feeling of your touch. “No problem. Plus, this movie might be too scary for you to watch alone”

“Yeah? Are you gonna protect me?’’ you step closer to him, hand still on his arm.

“With my life, sweetheart”

Ten minutes before eight, you park outside of Eddie’s trailer. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening after wanting this for as long as you can remember.

You had transferred to Hawkins High your junior year, which was Eddie’s first senior year and you’d been smitten since. On your first day, he had one of his infamous outbursts in the cafeteria, and while everyone else was mortified, you couldn’t help but be intrigued at his passion. He was always loud and never let anyone’s opinions of him change who he was. It was admirable

The two of you never had many interactions besides when you’d let him borrow a pen in science class. You were always too afraid to ever say anything to him about the way you felt, and when you graduated while he stayed behind, you’d thought your chance had passed you by. Now, three years after you graduated, you’re standing outside his front door about to watch a movie with him. Life is funny like that.

“Hey- fuck, you look good” Eddie’s words slip out before he can process that he said it out loud and you chuckle “Really? I just threw on some comfy clothes, but thank you”

“You always look good. Anyways, welcome to my humble abode” He bows and motions for you to come inside. You look around once you're inside, taking in your surroundings. You’re in Eddie Munson’s living room and you know it’s silly, but it feels like things are finally falling into place.

“Make yourself at home, I’m gonna get the popcorn. Do you want anything to drink? I got some coke it you want one”

“Yeah, that’d be great” you answer as you sit on the couch. He puts the popcorn in a bowl and pours you both a drink. You take note of the Garfield mug he’s put his drink in and you smile at how adorable he is.

“Lights on or off?” he asks after he puts the movie in. “Off, obviously. Gotta have the whole experience, right” He nods in agreement, turning off all the lights until the tv is the only illuminations. When he sits on the couch, he sits right next to you leaving no space and you couldn’t be happier about it.

Eddie’s confidence seems to grow in the dark. He does that cheesy thing where he pretends to yawn and stretch so he can put his arm around you. It’s cliche, but it makes both of you smile, nonetheless.

As you sense a jumpscare approaching, you nestle closer to his side and hide your face in his neck. He can feel your breath fanning on his skin and he can’t seem to think straight. When you hear a scream from the television, you jump a little and he chuckles. “This coming from the girl who wanted to turn the lights off” he jokes

“Hey, don’t make fun of me. I was promised protection and that’s supposed to come without torment” You move your head to look at him and when he looks back at you, your faces are so close together your noses are almost touching. You’re about to put your lips on his until another scream comes from the movie, causing you to jump again.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks in a whisper. “yeah, anything” you move to position yourself more comfortably, but still close to him.

“I’ve had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on you since high school” he confesses and your eyes widen in surprise. “you have not”

“Cross my heart. You were the only person to smile at me when I’d pass you in the halls. You weren’t afraid of me like everyone else.”

“Why would I be afraid of you? You’ve always seemed like a teddy bear wrapped in leather to me.” You think it sounds too cheesy when you hear it out loud, but Eddie thinks it makes you even sweeter.

“Teddy bear, huh? I didn’t work this hard for my bad boy image to be compared to a stuffed animal” he jokes. “Bad boy image?” you scoff “You’re drinking out of a garfield mug”

“Alright, you got me there, but Garfield is a total badass”

“If you say so. Can I tell you something now?” you ask and he lets out an mhmm before you continue. “I’ve had a crush on you since highschool, too.”

“No shit? I mean Steve told me you thought I was cute but I thought he was just fucking with me” Eddie seems to be playing it cool at your confession, but he’s screaming on the inside.

“It was my first day at Hawkins and you were hard to not take notice of after one your cafeteria spiels. I remember everyone thinking you were obnoxious or a freak, but I was just enamored with you.”

“You never thought I was some satanist sacrificing children? I think you were the only one” he huffs out a laugh. Eddie’s life has been easier since high school. He still gets some weird looks every now and then, but things have calmed down. Although he always put on a brave face, some of those days were harder than others. It’s nice to know that you never thought he could be capable of doing those things he was accused of.

“I always felt guilty that I never stood up for you. I hated watching them berate you and what I hated even more is that I was too scared to ever say anything to them” you say, looking down at your lap to avoid eye contact.

“Don’t feel guilty about that. They wouldn’t have stopped anyways” he places his hand on your thigh and you turn your head to look at him. He has a look of appreciation in his eyes, like he’s trying to let you know that you didn’t need to say anything to those assholes. Just you being thoughtful for him is enough.

“I even left a note in your locker one day. It was when one of those idiots tore pages out of your campaign notebook and I guess I just wanted you to know that there was someone on your side”

“That was you? It’s been driving me crazy for years trying to figure out who that was!”

“you got it?” your eyes light up.

“I did. Still have it, too. This is probably embarrassing, but I’d read it whenever I had a bad day. I guess I didn’t want anyone to know that anything ever got to me and that I was above it all” He sighs. Eddie likes that he can be vulnerable with you. He hardly ever opens up to anyone about anything, but there’s just something about you that makes him comfortable. He feels like he could tell you anything and you wouldn’t judge him for a second.

“Do you still have it? The note?” you ask and he scurries to his room to rummage through his nightstand where he keeps it.

“Closest thing I’ve ever gotten to a love letter” he says before handing you the piece of paper that reads:

Eddie,

Sorry if this is weird, but I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how they treat you. I think you’re awesome and I hope you think that too. This town is a little less shitty with you in it. Never change

P.s. you look really good with long hair please don’t cut it

You chuckle when you read the last line. “I can’t believe you kept it. I knew I was right when I called you a teddy bear. You’re secretly a big softie, huh?”

“The softest. But only for you, yeah?”

“So that crush on me you had in high school… do you still have it?”

“It never went away, but now it’s even bigger than some teenage puppy dog shit”

Everything around you seems to drown out. You’re too focused on how close Eddie’s face is to your own. His lips look so soft and pillowy, the perfect shade of pink. You scan over the rest of his face, entranced with his beauty. His eyes are even prettier up close. You could count his eyelashes with how little distance there is between the two of you and you think that one day you will.

Right now, the one thing you’ve wanted the most is quite literally staring you right in the face. Not a loud sound from the movie, or even if the end of the world was happening right outside could take you away from this moment.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, hand coming up to cradle your face. “Please” you barely get out.

Eddie gently places his lips on yours and it feels like this weight you’d be carrying around had been lifted from your body. Nothing in your life has felt more right than this kiss.

You’re kissing Eddie Munson. The boy from the hallway that always gave you a kind smile and made you weak in the knees. The boy from your science class who never had a pen. The boy who you’ve wanted since you were 17. You always criticized yourself for never getting over what you thought was just a silly little crush, but it’s always been more than that. Every moment leading up to this has been worth it and you’d do it all over again if it meant you got to kiss him.

You instantly miss his lips on yours when he pulls away and you can barely stand it, so you pull him back in. This kiss is more intense. You melt when his tongue glides into your mouth and his hand moves to hold your waist. You both put all of your feelings and passion into this kiss. It’s pure electricity.

You wish you didn’t need oxygen to breathe. You wish you could live forever in this position, but unfortunately that isn’t the case, so you both slowly break apart but not without him giving you a few pecks before fully pulling back.

His pupils are blown wide and his cheeks are flushed. His hair is a little messy due to you threading your hands through his soft curls. He’s never looked more beautiful.

“So, I know this was only our first time hanging out, but- uh- do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asks, nervously and you smile so big that it causes your eyes to wrinkle.

“I’d love to” you simply answer.

“Yeah? You wanna be mine?’’ he smiles as relief washes over him.

“I’ve always been yours”

Nightmare on Elm Street has been long forgotten. Eddie restarted it twice, but each time you both end up in deep conversation and he’s kissed you more times than you can count. Maybe one day you’ll watch it, but today isn’t that day. Not when you’re sitting next to the most kissable person on earth.

The End

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glassartpeasants · 3 months

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How To Love .04

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, vandalism, awkward ex encoutners

A/N: here, eat up

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“Finally! The rush is over.” After what felt like hours, there were no customers or online orders to be fulfilled. Finally, your heart rate could go back to normal.

Picking up some water, you chug it down. “Thirsty much?”

“Piss off, Killer, you’ve been taking orders, and I’ve been running to make them!” You pant as you try to drink more water.

“So rude.” Killer laughs before going to restock things. “I saw you finally got a car.”

“Yeah! I finally got my driver's license after waiting for my appointment to come up. Law was super happy for me when I told him.”

“How are things with you and Law?”

“You're never gonna believe this! So yesterday, we almost kissed, but I got cockblocked by the delivery guy!” A sudden cackle fills your ears, making you turn to see Killer holding his chest.

“Oh, so the only time you laugh is at my misery?” Killer continues to laugh as he grips the counter. “Stop laughing, damnit!”

“Six months of waiting only to be cockblocked is the best thing I’ve heard all week.”

“Hey! I was healing from a breakup, you ass! I wasn’t gonna go out and kiss the next man I saw.” You huff while throwing a paper cup at him. “You're lucky we're in public, or I swear!” Leaning against the counter, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to yesterday.

The rain beat against the windows as the movie played to drown it out. Fighting and the dialogue of the villains ring in your ears. Both you and Law were waiting impatiently for your food to arrive.

“God, I’m so hungry. How long does it take for some grub to get here?” You complain.

“Calm down, it’s 3 pm. The rush is right now.” Law says as he can’t help but chuckle. “Plus, if we had just gone to get it ourselves-”

“But that would require changing, and I’m perfectly content on not doing that right now.” Shifting around, you get slightly closer to Law. “Also, I'm warm and toasty right here.” Law smiles as he looks down at you. Feeling his gaze, you look up and softly smile as your eyes land on his lips and yours.

“Law...” You whisper before moving just a bit closer, as does Law. His breath fanned against your lips, making your heart beat faster.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The two of you quickly part faces, burning at the ruined moment.

“I’ll go, um, get it.” Law stumbles as he gets up to get the door.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Laughing nervously, you look away. As soon as Law was out of sight and earshot, you hit the couch cushion and whisper yelled a soft “Fuck!”

Letting out a huff, you push yourself off the counter. Last night's memories flood your senses as you feel your body heating at what could’ve happened if the delivery man had been only five more minutes late.

DING DING DING

“(Y/N) can you get that? I’m in storage at the moment!”

“Sure!” Turning around and running to the counter, you shake away the memories. “Hello, how can I-”

“Ah. I…didn’t know you were working today.” Your brain fried as you see your ex standing in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” The awkward tension felt suffocating as you tried to find the words to say. It’s been almost six months since you’ve seen Eustass, and he still looked the same as the day it all went down.

“Do you still get the same drink?”

“I was gonna get that expresso shit you guys do. Didn’t sleep much last night.” You raise your eyebrow.

“I thought you hated expresso?”

“I do. I’m just working a twelve at the shop, and I don’t want to be sleepy.”

“Well, why don't you get a cold brew? And I thought you guys had a coffee machine at the shop?” Eustass's face went red as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I broke it.”

“You…broke it?” His face got even redder as he shifted his gaze.

“Killer and I were throwing tools to see if they’d stick into the wall, and one bounced off the wall and hit the coffee machine.” A silence fell between the two of you as you looked at him wide-eyed and slightly agape. After a few seconds, you managed to compose yourself.

“I have no words other than your total is 5.18.” Eustass let out a cough before pulling out a ten. Grabbing it, you cash it out and give him his change.

“I’ll go make the-”

“I got it.” Killer cuts you off and grabs the ticket before you can make it. You could feel your eye twitch, but shove your irritation down with a sigh. Turning your head, your eyes met Eustass’s, and all the questions you’ve had since rushed through your mind.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Eustass's eyes sift as he sees you grip the counter. “Did I do something wrong?”

With a gentle sigh, he responds. “No. There's nothing wrong with you, and you did nothing wrong. It’s me who has something wrong with them.” Eustass runs his fingers through his hair. “I should’ve got my shit together and grown up instead of always chasing a constant thrill. Too immature that I kept staring at other women.”

“Out of all the people in the world. Why (.....)?”

“Wrong place at the wrong time. She came over to see you cause, apparently, you two had plans that day, and she had just come over early. And you know what happens after that…” You look at him like he was speaking another language cause you know for a fact that you did not have plans with her that day.

“We didn’t have plans that day.” Eutass looks shocked at your revelation.

“What? Why did she come over then?” You throw your arms up.

“How am I supposed to know?!” Another silence falls among the two of you before Eustass speaks.

“Whatever the reason is, it doesn’t matter. Just know that none of it was your fault. Not my cheating or anything. You were perfect in every sense of the word. And I'm a fool for taking you for granted.”

You look away and sigh before turning back to Eustass. “Despite the fact I still want to kick your ass, I’m glad you’ve taken responsibility.”

“It’s the first step to maturity, right?” A small chuckle leaves the two of you.

“I supposed. Just don’t change yourself too much.”

“Here’s the cold brew, Eustass.”

“Oi, thanks, Killer.” Killer nods before leaving you and Eustass alone again. “Wait, I thought I got an expresso?”

“I rang it as a cold brew. It has more caffeine in it and is not as bitter. And it’s cheaper.” Eustass looks down at the coffee before giving it a whiff.

“Just try the damn thing!”

“Give me a second woman, god!” He huffs before taking a sip. “Oh, that’s not so bad.” You roll your eyes before you see another customer come in.

“I guess that's my cue to get the hell outta here. It was…nice to see you and talk to you again.”

“Yeah…you too.” Turning around, he waves before closing the door to the cafe, leaving you to boil in your thoughts.

‘Yeah, you too? Why the hell did I say that? I didn’t miss him at all! Did I?’ The inner turmoil from all those months ago resurfacing. Even if some of his words gave you closure, you still couldn’t help but feel pain in your heart.

The fact that even after breaking your heart, he was still so easy to talk to. That he even got a chuckle out of you! Why? How on earth did he still manage to make you laugh? Why was there this burning in your chest when you thought of him? Months ago, you were filled with hate and hurt, and now, even if it was for a second, talking to him feels normal again.

“Hi, sweetie, how have you been?” An old, gentle voice breaks through your voice.

“Oh! Mrs. June! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. But I’ve been okay.” You give her a small laugh as you look at the little old lady. Your week was going great, but now having that talk with Eustass fucked it up. Filling it with doubt and more questions.

“Is it about the man you were just talking to?”

“What?! No! I’m okay! Really!”

“Dear, I was your age once too. Not to mention, I have children your age, too. I know when troubles are caused by a boy.” The caring voice she carries makes you let out a sigh.

“My ex just came to the shop after not seeing him for six months since he cheated. Talking to him felt so normal, just like it used to be. But I don’t love him anymore. I shouldn’t love him anymore. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. Everything was fine. I was happy. But now he just had to waltz back in, and there's a burning in my heart.” Admitting it did feel much better. Instead of keeping it down and suffering, having an unbiased opinion is nice.

“Oh, sweetie, you simply miss the memories. You miss what once was. It’s normal. I’m sure you loved him very much, so it’ll always hurt, no matter how much time has passed.”

“But I’ve fallen in love with someone else?”

“It happens to everyone. You're not a bad person for it.” Letting out a breath of relief, you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“You really know what to say. Thank you, Mrs. June.” She places her hand on your own.

“Anytime, dear.”

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The day seemed to drag as he couldn’t help but think about you and the kiss you almost shared. How, after dreaming of your lips on his, he would finally get to feel them. But of course, it was just his luck; the delivery guy ruined the moment. Law’s never wanted to strangle someone more in his life.

“Hey doc, we got a female, age 24, coming in for back pain. Room two.”

“Hmm? Oh. Okay, thanks.” Grabbing the chart, Law movies towards the room.

“Hello, I’ll be your-”

“Law! It's you!” Hearing that ear bleeding voice ring in his ears make a scowl appear on his face. Of course, it had to be her, of all people, when he was already annoyed. Gritting his teeth, Law could only picture going home to you and Bepo to calm him down. You smile and ask him about his day, and Bepo comes up to welcome him home.

“I’ve missed you so much! I’ve tried to get in contact with you, but-”

“You said you're here for back pain, correct?”

“Well, yes but-”

“Have you hit anything? Where does it hurt specifically?”

It’s evident that Law’s lack of normal conversation bothered (.....). Her nostrils flared, and her eye twitched, but she quickly shoved it down. “How’s Bepo doing? I’m sure he misses his mom.”

“He’s fine.”

“I mean, I’m sure he’d be delighted to see me.”

“He doesn’t care. He’s a cat.” While Bepo obviously was more than just a cat, (.....) didn’t deserve the thought that she was missed, even if it was something as simple as a cat.

“I’m sure you’ve missed me, isn’t that right, traffy?” Her voice, trying to be sickeningly sweet, only sounded like the screaming of a fox. Her use of her old nickname for him makes him feel sick.

“Don’t call me that. It’s Dr. or Trafalgar to you.” Law snaps at (.....). No one was allowed to call him that. Hell, she was the only one that did. The nickname grinds his gears.

Cracking her knuckles, (.....) takes a deep breath before scoffing. “...Is that mooch (Y/N) still living with you?”

Law gripped the clipboard violently. He was already struggling with remaining calm just seeing her, but now that she’s trying to insult you? The one person who seemed to get him and care about him genuinely? That would not stand.

“She’s not a mooch, and yes, she is.” Law answered with gritted teeth.

(.....) rolled her eyes before continuing. “She’s probably still working that dead-end job at the cafe. I told her that she was going into a stupid career path.” (.....) words made Law grip the clipboard even tighter. “She isn’t even good at art or writing.”

Hearing (.....)’s final words, Law’s grip on the clipboard was tight enough to put a crack in the plastic. “Take that back (.....). Right now.”

“Why? We all know it’s true.” Seeing red, Law finally snapped.

“She’s one of the most creative people I’ve ever met. Her creativity is something you could never hope to achieve. Not to mention, she took those as minor classes. If you ever dared to use your fucking ears, you’d know she went to major in being a chef.” Law’s words pierced through (..... like bullets. Each more painful than the last.

“Everything about her is nothing you could ever hope to be!”

“You're acting like you love her!”

“That’s because I do!” Law immediately slammed his mouth shut with his hand. The room became tense and silent.

“That fuck did you just say?” (.....)’s voice drops as she clutches her fists. Her pupils dilate. Once full of awkwardness, the room is now full of uneasy tension. Law’s body filled with concern as the look on (.....) was murderous.

“There’s no fucking way I’ll let that bitch take you away from me.” She sneered as she looked at Law. “I refuse to let that bitch take you!” Her scream echoed off the walls.

“What the hell?! I’m my own fucking person.”

“You are supposed to be with me!” Suddenly, two men come into the room. The screaming from earlier had already prompted security to call.

“We got called for screaming?”

Pointing to (.....) Law quickly answers. “Her! She needs to leave!” Nodding and taking his word as fact, the security guards go to (.....).

“Ma’am, you need to leave. Please don’t make this harder than this has to be.”

“Don’t fucking touch me! I’m not leaving until I finish talking to Law!” (.....) turned her head towards Law, who stood by the door.

“Leave (.....) there's nothing to talk about.”

“No!” Pushing past the guards, (.....) tries to run up to Law, only to be stopped by security. “Get off me!” The sound of (.....)’s scream echoed throughout the hospital as she was dragged out of the hospital.

The whole encounter had Law shaken as he sat in his office and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Holy fuck…” Of the two years he’s dated (.....), never has he seen that side of her. It’s been so long since he’s broken up with (.....), yet with her reaction, it felt like it only happened yesterday. It was unnerving, to say the least.

DING

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he sees a text from you and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. With a soft smile, he opens it.

“It sounds great.” A soft chuckle leaves Law’s lips before he replies and puts the phone back in his pocket. Looking down at his desk, he couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of getting off work to see you once again.

-I made a drink inspired by you :)

-Is it good?

-Of course it’s good! I also made Bepo out of wiped cream

-Bepo’s not that fat

-One day, you’ll take off your rose-colored glasses. Does pasta sound good for dinner?

~~~

As the day turned into night and the street lights shown bright, it was finally time for you to go home. With all the rushes through the day and that emotional encounter with Eustass, the concept of home sounded heavenly.

Considering Killer left earlier for a doctor's appointment, you were the only one to close up. Thankfully, the rest of the day was quick and easy. There were no rude customers or rushes. It's the perfect night to be closing by yourself.

It also happened to be the first day you got the car you had saved enough money for and bought off the Facebook Marketplace. It was a beater, sure, but it was your first car. Taking the bus was fine for the first two months, but after almost getting robbed at the bus station, you decided it was time to face your fears and go get your driver's license.

You didn’t tell Law until it was all said and done because you wanted it to be a surprise. Even getting in to take your driver's test took eons. It was booked months out! So when you finally managed to take it, you made sure you passed that test. After that, you just had to save up. And now, you have a driver's license and a new car. There was a nick or two of missing paint, but you loved it.

As you close up shop, you notice something on your car's back window. Squinting your eyes, you let out a gasp at the sight of your back window shattered.

“No, no, no, no! What the hell happened?!” As you run up and get closer, your mouth drops open, and you can only look on in horror.

The closer you got, the worse it got. Instead of what you thought was just a broken window, you're met with your tires slashed, every window shattered, and horrible names carved into the side of your car. Glass shards covered the pavement around the car and in the inside of your seats. The metal of the car ruined as the words ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’ were carved into the car doors. Each headlight busted along with your mirrors.

The car you had spent so long saving up for and were so proud of is now reduced to nothing but a hunk of junk. As you stared at your car in horror, one thought ran through your mind. ‘Who could have done this?’

A feeling of unease fills your body as you look around the dark, empty parking lot. The only one there was you, and what was your car. Grabbing the store key from your key ring, you run back into the store. As soon as you lock the door behind you, you make a break from the security camera footage.

Logging into the computer, you click on today’s date and start recording. You put it on 2x speed as you scan carefully. It showed your co-worker opening the shop, and then a few others showed up before the customers. The day goes by before you show up. Now, you get even closer to the monitor, determined to figure out who would do such a thing.

Finally, at 7 p.m., you see a person dressed in all black emerge from the shadows. Trying to get a closer look at their face, you see they are wearing a mask, which makes you frown, but you continue.

You watched them pull out a knife from their pockets before slashing each of your tires. Zooming in, you watch as they use what you assume is a key to carve into your car. They go to both sides before getting up, looking around, and moving out of frame. Not even seconds later, the person comes back into the frame. Your mouth drops open as you watch them use a rock to violently smash your windows.

“What?! How did I not hear that?!” Switching to the inside security camera, you fast-forward to 7 p.m. to see what was happening. You immediately lower your head and let out a quick “God damnit” at the sight of you dancing to the music you had on blast while closing.

Standing up straight, rage boiled in your veins as you kicked the nearby trash can “Fuck!” Looking down at the camera footage again, your heart stops when you see the hooded figure staring straight into the camera only minutes before you see what happened to your car. The shine of a knife in their pocket made you swallow the lump in your throat.

You pull out your phone and get to Law’s number. “Come on, come on, come on!” The sound of the ringer going to voicemail causes a sweat to start. Ending the call with Law, you immediately try to call Killer. Every second you heard it ring, it felt as if you’re getting grey hairs. Yet just like Law’s, his, too, went voicemail.

You begin to panic as you try to think of anyone else to come pick you up or at least talk you through what to do. You didn’t have many friends. At least ones that you trust enough to give you a ride. Biting your lip, you start panicking before a number comes to you.

“No, I can’t call him.” You begin to pace around as you fight with yourself. Finally, after taking another look at your destroyed car in the camera footage, you dial the number.

“Please pick up the phone.” Crossing your fingers, your heart beats with every ring.

“Oi-”

“Eustass! Is this you?!”

“(Y/N)? What-”

“I know you said you're working late, but please, I need you to come to the cafe.”

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Your breathing becomes ragged.

“It’s hard to explain, but I don’t feel safe right now and-”

“I’ll be right there. Stay inside the cafe till I get there, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I’ll see you in five.”

“Okay.” the call ends, and you look at the security footage and set it to live.

~~~

Like he said, it took only five minutes before you heard his car pull up. You watched him park up front and get out of the car, and only then did you go back outside. “Thank god you're here, Eustass.”

“Yeah, so am I. What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Follow me.” You wave your hand for him to follow. As you stop in front of your car, you hear Eustass exhale before running his fingers through his hair.

“Holy shit, is this your car?” Nodding, you look at it with heartache.

“It was my car. But some hooded figure vandalized it while I was closing up shop. I couldn’t see their face or anything. What’s worse is that after they trashed it, they stared at the camera for a minute or two before leaving. They had a knife to slash my tires, and when they looked in the camera, they made sure I could see it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh as you think about it all.

“I didn’t even know you got your license. So this is a bigger shock than I originally thought.”

“I just don’t understand. Who have I done wrong to deserve this? Not to mention, I had just bought this car yesterday!”

“Maybe it was a case of the wrong car?”

“No one has a car like mine. At least that I work with.”

“How about you call the cops and have them check it?”

“That’s not a bad idea. But can you stay here until they come? I’m not sure I feel safe being alone…”

“Yeah, of course.”

~~~

Despite the cops taking forever to arrive, they managed to tow your car to the station as they took your story and the security footage. You gave them your number, and they said they’d contact you with any updates. This left you now in the passenger seat of Eustass’s car with a bag of McDonald's chicken nugget meal and a shake, taking a fry from the bag every once in a while.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed eating fries.” Eustass chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “Do they taste bad?”

“They taste like 3,000 dollars down the drain.”

“Not very salty?”

Grabbing another fry from the bag, you pop it into your mouth. “No.” Laying your head down on the window, your eyes follow the street lights. “Thanks for taking me to get chicken nuggets and driving me home.”

“No problem. It’s been a day for you.” The tense silence was as overwhelming as the elephant in the room, suffocating.

“I got a dog.”

“Oh? I thought the place didn’t allow animals?”

“I moved a month after you left. Bigger place and allows animals.”

“What kind of dog?”

“It’s a pittie I found eating out of my trash can.” You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left your lips.

“Probably smelled all the beef jerky wrappers and thought they were in for a snack. What’s their name?”

“Rocky.”

“Of course, you named them Rocky.” The two of you begin to argue playfully as you approach you and Law’s apartment. It felt nostalgic almost. Sitting in the car talking and arguing about whatever. But even if it felt nice to talk, the thought of Law and the way he looks at you has overtaken the spot in your heart the Eustass once owned.

As you once again enter the apartment's parking lot, a sigh left your lips. “Well, we’re here. Thanks again for staying with me and driving me home once again during all that.”

“It’s fine, I promise. I’ll see you sometime…?”

“Yeah…see you sometime.” Leaving Eustass’s car, you make your descent up the stairs.

Throwing his head back, Eustass stares up at the roof of his car. “Can’t believe I fucked it all up.” He sighs. Looking at your shared apartment with Law, Eustass rubs his eyes from the tears that threatened to spill. “Treat her better than I did, Law.”

~~~

Parking in his spot, Law gets out of his car and is finally ready to be home after such a long day. Looking around, he notices your car isn’t anywhere to be seen. Were you still out? Law scratched his head before walking upstairs.

As he unlocked the door, he heard cries and saw your shoes on the shoe rack. You were home but crying, and without the car, you were so excited about. Slowly closing the door, Law listened to your cries. It led him into the living room, where he saw you crying. A case of chicken nuggets was open, and a half-drank shake was on the coffee table. Tissues were overflowing the trash can.

“(Y/N)?” Taking a simple step, he sees the mascara running down your face. “Are you okay?”

“No! I’m not okay!” Plopping a nugget into your mouth while you sniffled. “My car got vandalized to the point I can’t drive it! I haven’t even had it for a full twenty-four hours!”

Law’s eyes widened at your words. “What? What do you mean vandalized?”

“My tires were slashed, windows busted, the side of my car carved with horrible names, and my mirrors and headlights smashed! Everything was destroyed!” Letting out a hiccup, you take a sip of your shake. “Then I fucking saw Eustass today, so that was perfect!” You huff.

“Really? Odd. I had (.....) at the ER today. That was a whole ordeal.-”

“That’s when I tried to call you and Killer. Neither of you answered, so I had to call Eustass to pick me up and bring me home!”

“I’m sorry (Y/N) if I had known…”

You sigh. “It's not your fault. It was just an awkward and horrible day.” Law looks at your form. He hasn’t seen you so distraught since the first day he took you to his place to stay.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Law looks at you. “Do you…want a hug?”

Nodding, you get up from your cocoon of blankets off the couch. “Yeah.” You wrap your arms around Law’s frame and begin to cry into his clothes. Wrapping his arms around you, Law delicately places his chin on your head. “It’s not fair.”

“Not it’s not. But I'm sure the police will find the asshole that did it.” Law tried to reassure you.

“I tried to check the camera at the cafe, but there was a hooded figure with a knife. They even looked into the camera and made sure I could see it.” You let out a shaky breath and hold him closer. “How did they know it was mine? I was the only one closing, and no one was there with me. What would have happened if they decided to break in or wait for me to leave the store?”

Rubbing your back, Law tries to comfort your worries. “You're home now. Your home, and I’m here.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “I promise. I won’t let anything ever happen to you.”

“Thank you, Law.”

~~~

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ancha-aus · 2 months

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RealAgeAu Drabble - Cafe Gossip

I am back with another Drabble <3 It is another kitty one hihi.

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Also. @spotaus You better be ready :D

Timeline wise? about like... 9 months after nightmare got deaged. Guys have been in farmtale for like half a year (so where the gang is it is winter)

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Ccino sighs as he tries to find the damn cattoy. He swears Berry hid it somewhere around the cattree. He just knows. He can see Berry staring at him with joy as Ccino searches.

Ccino huffs as he shoots a glare at Berry "Anyone saying you don't like pranks is a filthy liar."

Berry has the nerve to jump down and nuzzle him with a purr before wandering off.

Ccino starts to doubt if the toy is actually here. He sighs and sits down at the base for a moment. Watching as Dream's cat version, Sun, rushes by. Sniffing, searhcing and crying loudly.

Sun makes a lot of noise as he goes and it breaks Ccino's soul.

Sun rushes to another room and a lot of noise comes from it. Well, that doesn't matter really.

It isn't like he gets cross-universe customers anymore anyway.

Ccino used to be a bit of a hotspot for other travelers. They all loved to visit him and eat as his cafe.

But... well.

That changed when he heard people whine about the damage that Nightmare and his gang had done.

And ccino had questioned why they thought they knew better than an actual god whoes job it was to do what he was doing.

That had just been the start. people said he agreed with what they were doing and how. Ccino tries to explain multiple times he doesn't say what happens is right. but he also tried to explain that just that it is stupid to think they knew better if they don't even know their reasons.

Quite a few insults his way later and the customers left.

It continued like that for a while. Now his place is a lot more quiet than it used to be. Ccino doesn't mind however. Honestly? this way at least the special cats cna mvoe around freely without Ccino having to be worried someone will connect the dots.

And people from his own universe still visit anyway so he is good still.

Ccino sighs as he rises to his feet and quickly goes to the counter. he crouches down and opens a cabinet and smiles softly "hey there Noot." he slowly reaches his arm and hand inside.

Noot blinks his one good eye open and sniffs the hand. then he pushes his head into Ccino's hands for pets which he happily gives one of his favourite cats.

Noot purrs loudly and Ccino feels a part of him relaxes. At least Noot didn't seem to get worse and evne the vet agreed.

...

Look maybe he shouldn't have taken a cat that is somehow connected to a very important person in the multiverse but Ccino was panicking!

He was so afraid Noot had been dying and by expansion Nightmare! He got the cat packed up and took him to the vet.

Ccino doesn't think he ever heard Murder, Oreo, Stain or Rust sound that panicked. ever. ccino had felt horrible about taking Noot away form them. The tiny kitten crying had been soulbreaking.

But he needed to be sure. So he took Noot straight to the vet and waited.

After a long examination and some vague lies the vet reassured him that Noot was just an old cat. To make sure the cat was comfortable and to let him rest his body when he felt the need.

ccino had felt such intense relieve he doesn't think anything is going to meassure up to that. ever. He happily took Noot back to the cafe and let him and the others of his little cat gang cuddle as he got to work.

He hallowed out one of the cabinets and made a comfortable little cat den for Noot and any of the cats that followed him around.

Ccino sneaks a look into the cabinet and smiles "alone today?"

Noot just keeps nuzzling his hand.

a sound of something landing. Ccino glances up and sees Murder on top of the counter, staring menacingly at him, which is sightly ruined by the cute kitten he holds in his mouth.

Murder huffs and quickly jumps down and climbs into the little cubby. He lays the kitten right by noot before starting to groom the bigger cat.

Ccino chuckles before rising back to his feet. He leans on his hand as he watches his cafe and keeps an eye on his cats.

Eventually Ccino's eye lights find a pamphlet. He takes it into his hands and rereads it.

It is a message from the Stars. a short explanation that Dream had been in the wrong and making things worse while Nightmare had been helping people.

It felt amazing being right.

Ccino chuckles as he hangs it on the news board before moving back to the counter. His mind thinking back to the one time he met the Stars... It had been ages ago. Back when the Stars patrolled the multiverse for the Crescents. longer than a year ago...

Ccino sighs as he grabs Stain off the counter again. He tried to give the cat a strict look "don't do that. you could get hurt." Stain just makes a little blep as he stares at him.

Ccino chuckles as he puts the cat back to the ground. Stain looks insulted by the very idea of it before huffing and walking off.

He smiles at the cats carefully before stretching his limbs out.

All in all it had been rather quiet today. Some customers had come by and one of the older cats had been adopted. it always warmth his soul to see one of the older gentle cats finally finding their forever home.

The bell rings and Ccino looks up with a smile "Welcome to the Cuddle Cat!" then he sees who it are and freezes.

He never actually met or saw them in person before. His little corner in his nowhere cafe wasn't exactly a big place. it was just a quiet spot people who wandered lost tended to find. It is how most of his cats arrive here too.

So no. He had never truly expected the Stars to just walk in.

The three walk over with purpose and the one with the golden crown smiles brightly. Ccino immediantly knows this is Dream. Mostly because well... it is just the shape of Dream's face is exactly like Nightmare's...

Dream doesn't seem to notice or maybe he assumes his shock is because of awe? Ccino doesn't feel excited. in matter of fact. he feels a bit sick. Wait! What time is it?!

He glances at the clock. okay. okay. it is only 3. that gives him enough time to get these three out before Ngihtmare's normal arrival time.

Oh shit he really is going to lie to the Stars isn't he?! No Ccino. don't panic. Maybe they won't even ask about that stuff?

Dream starts speaking and Ccino focusses back on him. Dream smiles as he speaks "Hello, I am Dream. and these are my teammates Blue and Ink." Blue waves when his name is said and Ink puffs up his chest when he is named. Dream smiles "We are the Stars. we protect the multiverse."

Ccino gives a slow nod "Yeah.. I heard about you guys. euh... welcome to my cafe. it is a cat shelter and cafe in one, if you wish i could tell you a bit about the concept?" when in doubt return to your customer service lines and voice. go full npc.

Drema blinks before looking curiously at the cats. he gives a smaller smile "I would love to hear it.".

Strange. This smile seems more honest to Ccino. Well, not his business.

The cafe however is!

Ccino takes a moment to explain how this place takes in wadnering cats nad helps them heal and socialise until they are ready to be adopted out again. The cafe is to encourage people to relax with some food and drinks to get familiar with the different cats.

At the end Ccino smiles "Would you like to order something?"

Ink grins and looks proud "We are the saviors of the multiverse!" he grins and looks pointedly at the food items "These all look very good! I would love to have some."

Ccino immediatnly feels done with all three of them even as Dream and Blue give Ink disapproving looks. Ccino had 'famous' customers before. Mettaton tries it each time.

Ccino smiles brightly back "Well! Let me know which one you want to buy! The prices are right by the display."

Ink blinks at him wiht two questionmarks in his eyes. Ccino jsut keeps smiling.

Ink frowns before grinning again "We are saviors. It would be very nice to be given thanks."

Ccino tilts his skull "What did you save us from exactly? I don't feel very saved. Not to forget. I don't do special discounts. if you want something you can pay for it."

Ink glares but Blue stops himw ith a shake of his skull. Blue pulls him back and Ccino can hear Blue berate Ink for acting entitled and just because some people gave him stuff deosn't mean everyone has to.

Dream smiles "Sorry for him." he pulls out a wallet and looks through the many different types of money and gold in there "Three chocolate milks and three shortcakes please."

Ccino nods as he gives the price before turning to make the drinks and get the cakes. It only takes a moment to ready the drinks and food and give them over in trade for the money.

Ccino gives them a smile and motions them towards the table as he turns to put the money away.

A moment later and Ccino can't help but feel like he is being watched. He looks over and sees the stars drinking but also quietly talking. Ccino notices the glances shot his way and it makes him a bit nervous.

It isn't like he made it a secret that he didn't allow slander of Ngihtmare nad his gang in here. maybe that protective feeling he had was going to get him into trouble after all. But how could he not? It wasn't his fault that he had found Nightmare sound asleep in the reading chair before, using his tendrils to wrap around himself as all the gang cats laid around him.

Ccino felt justified in his protective feelings.

silence surrounds them as ccino just does what he usually does.check inventory. check the cats. make sure the machines are clean.

The stars take a long time. it is already past four before Ink and Blue leave.

Only Drema walks voer to him with a gentle smile. Ccino raises a brow "Was something wrong with your order?"

Dream blinks and shakes his skulll "no! Not at all! It was amazing! It is just... I wanted to talk."

Ccino frowns and gives a slow nod "Well. It is quiet now so it should be fine. is there something wrong?"

Dream takes a deep sigh "It is... about my brother." his soul freezes and Dream gives a gentle smile "I have heard.. rumours that he visited this place. I wanted to be sure everythign is okay. and if you dind't realise at least warn you!"

Ccino frowns as he turns back to the machine "I have been clear to everyone in here. I don't allow slander."

Dream frowns as he looks unsure "and I admire that! But... it is for your own safety. If my brother visits this place I need to know. especially when he does."

Ccino shoots him a glare "and why woudl you ened that? To control my place? to control who is allowed to come here and go?"

Drema sputters and backs off looking shocked "of course not! It is for safety reasons!"

Ccino huffs as he crosses his arms "Give me the reason. Because no one here has ever been brought into any danger from Nightmare or the crescents. The people who make the most trouble are those who feel entitled to things or information or feel like they have any say in what i do with MY business."

Dream just gapes at him. clearly unsure what to do or say next. a bit of doubt appears on his face as he rubs his arm "I am just trying to help..."

Ccino huffs as he turns abck to the spotless counter to clean nothing "Give it to someone who actually asked for it or wanted it. I don't need anyone spreading hate and rumours in my place."

Dream just stared at him but afterwards he left.

Ccino is still unsure where he had gotten that bravery from. Protective feelings are overpowered honestly.

The Stars never returned.

Of course they didn't. Ccino had made it clear he didn't want them there at least.

It did slow his customers though and it was a shame to see that happen but at least he ddin't have to worry as much.

Well, that was before Ngihtamre disappeared without a trace.

THe bell rigns.

Ccino looks up and says his greeting wiht his normal smile "Welcome to the Cuddly Cat-" and he freezes.

Because that is Dream. Looking nervous and shy as he waves.

Ccino doesn't even think as he glares before speaking "Well if it isn't the god that didn't evne bother to read his own job description."

Ccino expected a lot.

He did not expect Dream to start laughing before smiling happily a she answers "I know right? I made a mess of things... It is just..." he rubs his arm "I heard you have... very special cats and i was hoping to meet them?"

Ccino wants to say no. Tell him to leave.

But...

The pamphlet.

The fact that Dream's cat version had been screaming his little head off searching for Noot.

Ccino sighs as he waves him up "make sure to turn the sign to closed please."

May as well see this mess through.

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#utmv #realageau #ccino sans #dream sans #Another Ccino drabble! :D #I just had this idea and i wrote the other one to set this one up a bit hihihihi #No baby today sadly.#instead you get cats and kitten! :D #Not much to say. aside from that i make the mess that is my links and stuff worse lmao #OH WAIT!#As for why no one really notices the special cats?#it is a universe things.#people who wish to use the cats against the counterparts are unable to connect the dots on who the cats are.#others can see the ressemblance.#it is why it wasn't until dream wished to make up and fix things he realised the cats looked like the others and himself.#it is a universe hard code to protect the universe and keep it stable!#Okay i am done :D

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Day 1 ❄️ KTH

Kinks: face riding, Secret Santa

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: holiday, smut, enemies to lovers, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, kissing, swearing, face riding, oral sex (f receiving), tongue fucking, grinding, fingering, ass-slapping, fighting while face-sitting because that's what e2l is all about, blatant panty stealing, Taehyung is a cocky menace, Dynamite era blond Taehyung is the look

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Your work rival has an unusual Secret Santa gift for you this year

A/N: Welcome to my 12 Lays of Kinkmas! Thank you to @goodsoop for the brilliant prompts. First up is a little e2l with Taehyung being a menace as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 2

“A coupon book? Are you kidding me?!”

Taehyung merely gazes at you with that annoyingly calm expression of his, the one you loathe, while you pry the booklet out of the box, holding it by the edges as if its very existence offends you. Which it kind of does, seeing as how it’s a gift from your least favorite coworker. And a fucking cheap one at that. This man waltzes around in designer clothes, gets ridiculously expensive haircuts, and drives an overpriced high end luxury vehicle. In your line of work as pharma reps, image is everything. And yet this is the Secret Santa gift he gives you?!

“I made it myself. They say the best gifts come from the heart,” he informs you with a slight pout of his plump lips, brushing his honeyed blond locks out of his face.

“I’d buy that if I thought you had a heart,” you retort. Kim Taehyung is a master manipulator. He knows exactly how to play your customers. It’s why he’s consistently one of the two top reps at your company.

But that other top rep? Is you. And you’re too smart to fall for his wounded puppy routine.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Just take a look at what’s in there,” he insists, pointing with the hand holding his cocktail, making the ice clink against the glass. He props himself against one of the chairs in front of your desk, the sleeves on his black shirt rolled up to display sinewy forearms that flex as he raises his drink to his lips. Despite your disdain for this man, you have to hand it to him - even in a simple button-down and slacks tonight, he still looks rather luxurious.

The revelry of the holiday party still raging throughout the floor is slightly muted in here with the door half-shut. You’d ducked into your office to escape that skeevy HR rep from the fifth floor who kept complimenting your dress a little too much, only to be surprised when Taehyung had followed you in, the silver gift box in his large hands as shiny as the rings adorning his fingers.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you flip through the book. The coupons are simple, just stark white text on black paper. Taehyung wanders around your desk, perching on the corner so he can observe you closely while you read.

“‘Good for one Starbucks run.’ Does that mean you’re buying, or does that mean you’ll go but make me pay?”

“Didn’t realize I had to spell it out for you, but that means I’d buy.”

His condescending tone makes you sneer. “Mmm. I should hope so. Oh, now come on - ‘Good for one hour of mentoring’?” You give him a look.

“What?” The corner of his mouth twists into a tiny smirk. “That’s actually a priceless deal. I wouldn’t give my sales secrets away to just anyone for free.”

“You’re unbelievable. Congratulations on doing the absolute bare minimum for my Christmas g-” You break off as you turn to the last coupon in the thin book. Reread the words several times. Then glance up at your coworker. “I take it back. Thanks for giving me a completely useless gift.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrow. “I beg your pardon?”

“Why would you give me a coupon that’s no good?” And you hold up the final piece of paper, upon which is inscribed, ‘Good for one mindblowing orgasm, no strings attached.’

“No good?!” His pitch rises just as his eyebrow does. “That’s a serious offer.”

“I’m not doubting that you’re offering, Taehyung,” you purr, voice smooth as silk. “I’m doubting that you can guarantee it.”

He doesn’t respond to that, just taps his glass with one long finger while his dark eyes study your face. Then he stands and walks towards the door. An insult is on the tip of your tongue as you watch him retreat, until you realize he’s not leaving.

He’s locking the door.

You stay silent as he slowly strolls back around your desk. There’s a charge in the air as he places his hands on the arm rests of your chair and leans over until you’re face to face. “Would you like a free sample?” he murmurs, lips close enough to yours that he inhales your shocked gasp. “I’m feeling… generous.”

It’s not necessarily that you want to fuck your annoying coworker. It’s just that you can’t pass up an opportunity to prove him wrong, especially about something he’d brag about like this.

That’s what you try to convince yourself, anyway, as you reach out and roll the top button of his shirt between your fingers. “Go on, then.”

He wastes no time, taking you by the hand and pulling you into his arms. His lips are firmer than they look, keenly sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and lapping at it. You whimper, melting against him, making him laugh.

“I knew you’d be easy like this,” he hums, one hand sliding under your thigh to lift it, wrap it around him. “Like putty in my hands.”

“Fuck off,” you grumble roughly. The heat behind your words isn’t anger. It’s pure, unbridled lust, finally released after years of being pent-up. You’ll likely regret this in the morning, but right now, all you want is him. And he clearly wants you too, judging by the sizeable bulge you keep rubbing against. “Don’t you have something you should be doing right now? Something to prove?”

“So impatient,” he clucks, shaking his head. “Fine. You wanna get right down to it?” His hands slide under your skirt as he cocks a brow. You nod, and he grips the waistband of your stockings, pulling them to the floor as he sinks to his knees. He peels your panties off next, and after you step out of them, tucks the sodden satin into his pocket with a wicked grin.

“Pervert,” you hiss, trying to hide your delight.

Your coworker just smirks harder as he arranges himself on his back. When you don’t move from where you stand, he tips his head to give you a questioning look. “Are you waiting for an invitation, or….”

You drop down, shins pressing into the carpet on either side of his head. “God, I can’t wait to smother you.”

“Then have at it almmmmph.” With very little patience, you lower yourself, cutting off his retort as your cunt rubs against the lower half of his face. His lips kiss against yours rather gently, but then his tongue slides out, wiggling over your clit with stunning strength before he sucks the bud into his mouth, and you nearly topple over in surprise.

“Fuck!” Hand slapping against your desk, you struggle to hold yourself upright, the tough fibers of your office’s cheap carpet scratching at your knees. He does the wiggle move over and over until your eyes start to roll back in your head. “So good, Taehyung!”

It feels unnatural to praise your coworker. Thankfully for once, he doesn’t respond with his signature smirk or a smartass comment. Instead, he simply hums, burying his face further as he fucks you with his slippery tongue.

Taehyung’s strong fingers dig into your thighs, urging you to slide forward. Groaning, you start to rock, shamelessly grinding against his mouth. “Yes, just like that!”

He replaces his tongue with one of his long fingers, searching for and finding your sweet spot with uncanny speed. As his finger strokes rapidly, you mewl like a helpless kitten, and he laughs. “What did I say? Like putty.”

“And what did I say? Get on with it!” you pant, doubling over until your palms hit the floor. In this position, your clit lines up perfectly with his lips, and he pulls the aching nub back into his mouth. “I was promised ah, shit, oh my god!” Your taunt falls apart as Taehyung quickly wrings an orgasm from you. You cry out, hand threading through his caramel locks while you ride out your high on his soaked face.

Collapsing onto your elbows, you try to catch your breath, jumping in shock when Taehyung slaps your ass. “Hey!”

“That means ‘get off,’” he deadpans, shimmying out from under you.

“No thanks, just did.”

Taehyung merely gazes at you with that irksome blank look. “Was that sample to your liking?” he asks, wiping his chin with your panties before pushing them back into his pocket.

You shrug, the picture of nonchalance. “It was satisfactory. I suppose.”

“Good. Merry Christmas,” his tongue caresses your name like it caressed your clit. “When you’re ready to cash those in, you know where to find me.” Turning on his heel, he grabs what remains of his drink and exits your office.

As the door closes behind him, you flop bonelessly into your chair, relief washing over you, because you were two seconds away from offering to suck his cock. And you're already pretty embarrassed at how fast he was able to get you off. There’s only so much shame and regret you’re capable of processing at once.

The coupon book lies open on your desk. You glance at the orgasm coupon for a moment. Something dawns on you. Grabbing the book, you hastily roll your stockings back on, and then leave your office, heading for the copier room. You may not have proven him wrong, but you’ve won anyway.

What good salesman forgets to add ‘Limit one per customer?’

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lyrakanefanatic · 4 months

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tig couple hcs part 1: max and xander

OKAY FOR SOME REASON I RANDOMLY WANTED TO MAKE A TIG COUPLES SERIES SO HERES MY FAVS FIRST!!!

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• they literally complete each other. xander, although he doesn’t show it, has always been a bit insecure when it comes to dating and didnt know if there was anyone right for him, until he met max 💗

• max told her parents about them dating a few months after they started, but they met like 6-7 months later. xander took it extremely seriously surprisingly, and showed up to her parents house with a suit and a bouquet of tulips (maxs favourite) (oh, and he got a smaller bundle of yellow roses for maxs mom because they represent friendship and/or family 🤭)

• xander loves isaac (max’s brother) and they get along really well

• karaoke nights are ICONIC with these two and they sing the best duets. you bet they’re eating up shallow and every hamilton song to have ever existed

• whenever they have movie nights they make the famous candy salads, and do that tiktok trend thing where they pretend that the candy salad was actually supposed to be a salad to make themselves seem healthy. here’s an example if you don’t know what i mean:

• “xander, are you ready to try this super healthy salad?”

• “you bet i am! i can’t wait to dig in— OH MY GOD!!! ITS ALL CANDY!!”

• “this is disgusting!! but… we can’t waste it.”

• “you’re right max. there are starving children! let’s try this”

• *while they’re eating* “this is NOT the healthy all greens salad we wanted xan 😪”

• “yeah, im SO disappointed.” (while they’re throwing handfuls of nerds gummy clusters onto their mouths)

• although avery and libby were the first people max told about her and xander dating, nash was the first person xander told about him and max dating.

• jk. nash found out because he walked in on him and max kissing and then xander told everyone in fear that nash would first. 💀

• they have SO. MANY. inside jokes it’s not even funny. sometimes at hawthorne family dinners, max will pick up a napkin or something and say some weird dumb statement to xander and they’ll both burst out laughing and get shot dirty looks by the laughlins and every older hawthorne that lives at hawthorne house

• max actually didn’t really like xander at first (although she found him attractive) because she was worried for avery, and when she had first got to the hawthorne house, she used to wander the halls just looking around, like the curious cat she is. one day, xander sees her wandering and pops up in front of her, and max, who was taken by surprise, pulls her fist back and punched him right in the throat. he was wheezing on the ground for 5 minutes straight. (she apologized so many times)

• at their wedding, xander mentioned this ⬆️⬆️ story in his vows with a cheesy line, like: “maxine liu, when I first met you, you took my breath away. literally. you punched me in the throat.” and made everybody there laugh (at the after party, nash made him explain the whole story)

• max snores and is a terrible sleeper, but thankfully xander falls asleep really quickly, so by the time she’s got her book away and is creating so much noise that it sounds like an elephant orchestra has taken residence in her mouth, xander’s already asleep

• they wear custom made matching hoodies. xanders says “when unsure, ask for max’s opinion” and max’s hoodie just says “max”.

• ⬆️ doesn’t really work the best when they’re not together LOL

• xander has woken up to max’s giggles at 3 am when she’s reading and the enemies become loversss 🤭🤭

• they eat enough food combined at thanksgiving dinner to make all of texas starve

• on the rare occasions that xander visits maxs house, he always takes seconds and thirds at dinner because he just loves her moms cooking so much

• when xander heard her swear for the first time, he was so taken aback that he just stared at her like this for 2 minutes straight:

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OKAY THATS ALL!!!

LEMME KNOW WHAT COUPLE I SHOULD DO NEXT BECAUSE I LOVED MAKING HCS FOR THESE TWO 💗💗💗

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Love Station

Pairing: Huang Renjun x reader

AU/genre: smut, humor, fluff, angst, comfort, strangers to roommates to friends to lovers...?, non-idol!AU, idiot(s) in love

Word count: 13.978 words

Warnings: smoking cigarettes, alcohol consumption, making out under the influence, descriptions of toxic relationships, implied past domestic violence, overthinking, mentions of masturbation, reader has nipple piercings, fingering (f receiving), mentions of squirting and free use, lowkey heartbreak, everyone is dramatic, mentioned past mxm oral, Haechan flirts too much

A/n: Based on real events. Kind of. It's a bit cringe in the beginning, I apologize. Also, anything anybody does is questionable.

Taglist: @she-is-dreaming @nctzennikki09

Against common belief, Renjun hates his job working at the local gas station. Despite his extremely friendly and respectful way of interacting with rude customers who believe Renjun's the one that sets the gas prices as high as they are, he's fuming inside, swearing that if he gets another complaint about the car wash not working properly, or the vacuum needing to be fixed again (for the third time this week) he will snap, but he never does.

Apart from people going on his nerves on the daily about how he can't find their desired brand of cigarettes in the mass of different colored packages behind him (which his boss Mrs. Choi decides to re-sort every other week) within seconds, it's pretty boring.

Especially during the morning shifts (which he hadn't been informed he would be doing during the job interview a few months ago, but why not exploit a poor college student that earns minimum wage by making him get up at 4 in the morning every Monday?), not much happens.

Every time, he stands there and waits. And he waits for something – or someone – in particular.

It had started a few weeks ago, Renjun standing behind the counter, sorting packages of cigarettes and cigarillos all while the coffee machine was cleaning itself to provide him with some background noise (they used to have a bluetooth speaker, but apparently Mrs. Choi took it away – and Renjun's last bit of sanity with it) as he heard loud shouting outside.

Curious as he is, he placed the carton of cigarettes on the counter to spy through the big windows of the gas station onto the almost empty street, dimly lit by a few lampposts and the slowly arising sun, only to see nothing. Just as he wanted to give up, shrugging it off as some drunk teenagers still wandering around and about from the night before, he heard it again.

And then you came in sight.

Renjun had to gulp because, shit, even though your hair was tousled and your cheeks were messy with mascara and tears, he found you enticing, beautiful even. His question of who you were shouting at answered itself just a few seconds later as a male walked towards you with fast steps, making you back away from him, closer to the automatic doors of the gas station. Instantly, Renjun felt adrenaline rush through his veins, for some unknown reason he felt extremely protective of you, ready to step in between you and whoever it was that was trying to hurt you.

"Leave me alone! Go away!" You shouted as you stepped close enough to the glass doors for them to open up, giving Renjun the chance to finally make out the words you were saying.

"Give me the fucking keys," the man answered and you began rummaging through your bag as you stumbled into Renjun's gas station backwards.

"I don't have them," you answered, more tears running down your cheeks as the man grabbed your purse from you to look through it himself, only to drop it to the ground seconds later and rushing out without another word. You shouted after him, "great, now you fucked that up too!"

As soon as the man was out of sight, you slowly bent down to pick up your bag. The sounds of your sniffling slowly stopped as you looked through the display of beverages in the fridge, then stepped towards Renjun once you finally decided on one.

"This and Marlboro Gold, please," you huffed out, pulling your wallet from your purse. Renjun did as you asked, watching as your shaky fingers pulled your credit card out to pay.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Renjun finally brought himself to ask, and his soft voice made you look up into his eyes. Objectively, you looked awful, bags under your eyes as you gulped hard, immediately breaking the eye contact, but to Renjun you looked like the prettiest person he'd ever seen.

"I'm fine," you sighed, taking the cigarettes and Red Bull from the counter.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to call someone?"

"No, thank you, I just need to calm down."

"You can wait here, if you want," Renjun offered one of the comfortable bar stools on the side and you smiled, but shook your head, huffing out a weak laugh before exiting the gas station with another look into his eyes.

Renjun had almost given up on seeing you again, but there, an hour later, you were again, screaming at the top of your lungs for that man to finally leave you alone. Surprisingly, he did, and at the same time, Renjun's coworker walked in to take his place behind the counter for the next 5 hour shift.

Just his luck, you sat outside as he came out. He pulled the zipper of his jacket up and stuffed his hands into his pockets to protect him from the cold, and cautiously approached you.

"Hey, if you don't want to, that's okay, but if you need someone to talk to-"

The air was knocked out of his lungs as you got up, instantly wrapping your arms around him to press your face into his chest. He was surprised, but not averse to your sudden hug, his hands flying to gently lay on your back instinctively.

A minute or so passed, and when you finally peeled yourself off of him, he instantly missed your warmth.

"Sorry," you mumbled, sitting back down and Renjun mirrored your motion. You opened your cigarettes and offered him one. Renjun is not a regular smoker, just one or two at a party whenever he's drunk, you know, for the vibe, but he still accepted with a small 'thank you' before you lit it for him.

"You see, that was my boyfriend," you exhaled before sniffing, tapping onto your cigarette even though there were no ashes to tap away, "it's complicated."

Renjun watched you stare into the distance, dragging on your cigarette, and was reminded that he was holding one too. The cigarette kissed his lips as he admired you; you were so pretty, even in this state, and he wondered what happened between you and your boyfriend for you to look like this. So he asked.

"When you love someone, you do crazy shit," you laughed bitterly, gladly accepting the tissue Renjun offered you to wipe off your mascara stains, "and no one's taking me seriously anymore. He cheated on me, twice, and won't understand why it's hard for me to trust him."

Renjun made a noise of understanding, not feeling like words were necessary, like you just needed someone to pour your heart out to. Instead, he inhaled the smoke of his cigarette, finding the taste and effect of it quite pleasing even when he wasn't drunk.

"My family doesn't understand why I'm still with him, and honestly, I don't understand it either. It's crazy, he's crazy." You pulled at the sleeves of your thin jacket to hide something that looked an awful lot like bruises.

"Does he hurt you?" Renjun had to ask, worry written all over his face as he eyed your form.

"He does," you admitted, playing around with your cigarette before you began smiling, "but I just hurt him back."

"If you ever need help, you can always come here," Renjun said and gestured vaguely behind him towards the gas station, and you seemed like you really appreciated his offer.

That had been weeks ago, and ever since then, he hasn't seen you again. I mean, yeah, he has, in his dreams, but not in real life. Renjun's wondering if you're okay, if you broke up with your boyfriend or- yeah, actually, Renjun just wants to see you again, and it seems like the heavens above seem to have heard his silent pleads.

Later than last time, you hurry into the gas station, looking around cautiously before finally looking at Renjun, recognizing him instantly, and so does he. You look a little less demolished and more presentable.

"When you said, I could come here if I needed, you really meant it, huh?" You smile as you place the can on the counter, and Renjun smiles back, nodding.

"I broke up with him," you whisper as you press your card into the slit of the card reader and Renjun congratulates you cautiously, and you sigh. "Now all I need is a place to stay."

Some would say Renjun's dumb (read: his friend Donghyuck) for his next offer, others would call him a crazy bastard (read: his friend Donghyuck) for not letting this opportunity of getting closer to you slip, but, yes, he offers you to stay with him since he has a spare bedroom anyway (he's thrown temporary guest – caused by maintenance at their own place – and friend Donghyuck out to give you a place to stay. Donghyuck's still salty about that.).

Living with you is easy, Renjun finds, but maybe he's just too blinded by your interesting character and agonizing exterior, and all your flaws slip his mind, like for instance when you forgot cleaning your dishes for three weeks and there was no way to be sure if that whatever had been growing there was mold or if you'd gotten a cat with interesting markings without consulting Renjun first. Or when you phoned your friend loudly at three in the morning right after listening to the loudest metal band out there, only to go back to said band after your phone battery died (which you also had to announce loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear).

Renjun simply likes you, and with his rose-colored glasses, his eyes are shielded from the downstairs neighbor's spit particles that fly out of their mouth as they shout at Renjun for bringing such a loud burden of a roommate into their apartment complex.

And, sure, Renjun hopes that maybe this friendship-roommate-relationship could turn into something more, but right now, you do not seem to be ready. What makes him say that? Ask that the bags under his eyes when he has to get up thrice at night to comfort you through your crying, or rip your phone away every time you're about to call your ex.

Renjun comes home everyday approximately at the same time. He always has his classes, then goes to work his ass off at the gas station or the library before making his way home where he knows you're waiting for him, greeting him at the door with either the smell of a delicious home cooked meal, a movie already stuffed into the DVD player and his favorite snacks waiting on the couch table, or at least a bright smile and the wave of a hand.

When he comes in today finding none of these things, he knows it had happened again.

Quietly, he makes his way over to your room, already discarded of his jacket, shoes and backpack, he gently knocks on the door, even though he knows he's not going to receive an answer.

Gently, he opens your door, meeting nothing but darkness inside.

"Are you okay?"

He knows this question is pointless given the situation, though he still asks, every time, just to let you know that he's worried about you, always receiving a sniffle in response.

Making his way over to your bed that contains you rolled into a little bundle consisting of you and blankets, he steps over the countless pieces of laundry and your other belongings before he reaches the bed.

The mattress dips as he sits down and you stir a little, turning onto your side to look at him. You look awful, yet still like the prettiest person he's ever seen, even though your eyes are red and glossed over from crying, face puffy and tear stained.

He scoots closer to you, laying down so you're at eye level before he reaches out to push a strand of hair out of your face, the gentle action bringing tears to your eyes again. You lean in, giving in to the force drawing you to him, and press your face into his chest. Without hesitation, his arms hug around you, pulling you further into him.

"It's going to be okay," he assures you as you cry harder into his chest, minimizing the space between you.

He holds you. He's not impatient, he just lets you cry it all out until nothing but dry hiccups come out of you. Not knowing what's gotten into him, he presses a soft kiss onto the top of your head and your sobbing immediately stops, and that sets Renjun's mind into overdrive whether he's just calmed you down or if he's crossed a strict boundary line.

Renjun hates seeing you fall for your ex's antics all the time, an asshole who can't treat you right, who used your naïve nature in his favor to toy with you, only to throw you away once you got boring. He doesn't see in you what Renjun sees, he doesn't understand you, and he takes you for granted, something Renjun would never.

Renjun doesn't understand why you keep crawling back to him, but at least – and this part of him might be extremely egoistic and toxic – he gets to be the one to hold you every time you cry.

"Why does no one love me, Renjun? Why did he cheat on me? Why don't I mean anything to anyone?" You ask quietly, your voice shaky from crying so much, and it stings in Renjun's chest that you think so lowly of yourself.

I love you, he wants to say, but he doesn't get the words out of himself. Saying this could ruin everything he has with you, and that's all he has. And he knows that that's what you need right now: a friend, not another lover who could potentially break your heart, even though Renjun would never.

Besides that, how can Renjun be sure that it's love? He barely knows you. Yet you live together and Renjun gets that nervous flutter in his chest whenever he gets the chance to interact with you. So maybe it's love, or at least the seed that needed to be planted for it to grow into a beautiful flower of love.

"You know what?" You sniffle, turning your head to look up at Renjun, "let's get buzzed."

At first, Renjun was hesitant, but if alcoholism is the only way to cheer you up at the moment, he's willing to give it a try. Renjun might seem like he has the perfect solution for ever situation, always pre-calculating every possible outcome, but all that talent deflagrated into thin air once he met you. He feels like he can't read you (yet?).

Liquor floats both of your stomachs and soon after, all the tears on your face seem to have dried completely, leaving you with a lazy grin as you look at Renjun.

"I'm really glad we met," you say, resting your head in the crook of Renjun's neck, and Renjun can't help but feel all giddy inside at your affectionate touch and loving words. He tries to contain his excitement, but ends up wiggling his feet around cutely – a habit he's rather embarrassed about, but the way you seem to notice, but don't comment on it has his mind at ease – and he lays his head on top of yours.

"You wanna know the first thought I had when I saw you?"

Renjun's heart thumps harshly against his ribcage. He's sure that you're not going to say some lovey-dovey shit because you never do, though he's more excited than nervous about the words that are about to leave your mouth, so he asks you to continue.

Before you can begin speaking, you begin laughing, and Renjun feels himself smile as well. He's sure that it's mostly the alcohol that makes you giggle so hard, but he likes to imagine that he's the sole reason for your sudden outburst of happiness. A few hiccups interrupt your laughter, but soon after, you catch yourself, calming down enough to finally speak.

"When I first saw you, Renjunnie," you begin, gently removing your head from his shoulder to look into his face. Renjun mirrors your action immediately, feeling himself drawn very much to your rosy cheeks and glazed over eyes. "I thought you were really pretty."

Renjun chokes on his own spit briefly, aggressively trying to hold in a cough because that would be extremely embarrassing, but you don't really seem to notice as you gaze into his widened eyes, yours rather lidded and hazy as you blink at him slowly.

"I actually thought you were hot. Remember how I told you that my ex cheated on me several times, but I had been sure that I would never do the same to him?"

Renjun weakly nods, simultaneously loving and hating the turn your conversation was taking, the way you look so pretty right now, hair messy and barefaced, he can't help but to fall for you a little more with every passing second.

"The moment I saw you, I thought, if I did I'd do it with you."

A shaky breath leaves Renjun's parted lips, and he knows that this is a sensitive topic for you, but he can't help but to imagine how it would be like to be with you like that. How pretty you'd look underneath him, or on top of him, just anywhere near him where he's able to see your beautiful face. When you'd moan for him, beg him to go harder, and wrap yourself around him. How he'd whisper the three magic words into your ear right as you came for him.

"But why me?" Renjun manages to voice, praying to the heavens above that you'd keep looking into his face and no where else on his body, or else you might recognize the slight bulge in the front of his pants. It's not that Renjun's a virgin by any means, he's had his fair share of experience and is usually not one to pop a boner because of some erotic imagines his brain delivers, but somehow you make him like this, and it scares him as much as it turns him on.

"Why you?" You repeat his question, and Renjun is not sure if you're realizing it, but your face is inching closer to his, and he can already smell the sweet scent of burning liquor. "Well, because you're hot, Renjun, but also sweet. Who wouldn't want to cheat on their partner with someone like you?"

Renjun is definitely scared. Scared that you're just joking. He's scared that you're just drunk and have no idea what you're saying. He's scared of what will happen next.

"You made my heart flutter," you admit, and you're so close that you're going crosseyed as your gaze shifts down to look at Renjun's lips, and he feels his breath hitch and his mouth get dry. He feels as your forehead gently touches his own, and his stomach churns in the best way possible, sending waves of vibrating heat through his chest and into his every bone. "Even though I felt like absolute shit that day, you made it so much better. Thank you."

And with that, the only phrase circulating in Renjun's brain is the one about how drunken minds speak sober thoughts, and that he, for heaven's sake, should just finally lean in an kiss you.

Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her.

So he dares to close the distance between your faces to connect his lips with yours.

Although you were crying the whole day, your lips are incredibly soft as they gently move against his own. Renjun feels like he too could cry, too many emotions mixing with the alcohol in his drunken mind as he feels what it would be like to finally have you. Tonight, he's getting a taste of you, a sweet and lingering one that makes the bitter aftertaste of the liquor fade into nothingness, a note that's just so unmistakably you that he'd recognize it everywhere without having tasted it ever before.

Renjun doesn't notice how it happens, but somehow you end up in his lap, your fingertips softly caressing the short hair behind his ears as you hold onto his face as if you're scared he'd fade away if you didn't grab him like that. Your lips had parted a while ago so Renjun could slip his tongue in and have it dance with your own. He's sure you can hear him whimper from time to time, but he doesn't care, honestly.

He just keeps holding onto your hips, or let his hands wander over the expanse of your back, stroking up to your shoulders and back down. He wants you to feel appreciated and loved and cared for, something no one's ever given you for a longer period of time in the past.

And though he's lost in the feeling of you that is so consuming of his every intend to think straight, he manages to question the moral rightness behind the sudden intimate act. I mean, he's sure that he wants this, but how can he be sure that you want this. What if you'll have changed your mind in the morning, what if you'll feel like he's taken advantage of your drunken state of mind to lure you into a false sense of security just to be one of the many people to use you?

A hand of yours has managed to crawl down Renjun's body, and as soon as he feels it pushing his shirt up to caress over the soft skin of his stomach, he knows he has to stop you. The little devil on his left shoulder forces him to kiss you a few more times, and he does, as passionately as he can possibly muster, enjoying what he's had of you since it's probably never going to happen again, before he lets the angel win, and pulls back.

The sight in front of him, he was not prepared for. Of course, it's you, but you look so delicious that he wants to dive back in immediately, but he can't.

"Are-" Renjun has to clear his throat to find his voice, "are you sure you want this?"

"Renjun-"

"Please, I really want to do this with you, but I can't, not when you're drunk like this. I can't have you regret any of this in the morning. Please."

You sigh, but nod. He knew you'd understand, you always understand him. And God, does it hurt as you slowly climb off his lap, but Renjun reminds himself why he's doing this: to protect you. That's why he stands up, trying to cover up the way his dick is straining against his pants as he helps you get up to tuck you into bed.

Renjun's forced you to gulp down a whole bottle of water and pee two more times before finally allowing you to sleep. You'd been rather flirty during the whole process, acting a little drunker than you actually are to have an excuse to let yourself stumble, giggle and fall into his arms about ten times too often for your level of intoxication to be the sole reason. Hence, he decided it would be better if you didn't sleep in the same bed that night.

The next morning, you come out of your room, groaning loudly as you rub your forehead, then your temples, and then your forehead again. Renjun's already sitting in the kitchen, his favorite '#1 friend' mug (that he'd bought for himself) in his hands as he occasionally takes a sip waiting for your appearance.

"Hey," he greets, and you answer with a tired response of the same syllable as you turn on the range hood to be able to smoke inside.

"About last night-"

"Please, don't mention it. I'm so sorry if I did something embarrassing again," you sheepishly laugh, tapping off the ashes into your cereal bowl from the morning before, and Renjun briefly contorts his face in disgust as he watches the small grey clump sail through the leftover milk.

Then he realizes what you said. "You don't remember?"

Apparently, no, you didn't remember anything, but Renjun's almost sure that it's because you don't want to remember anything because you regret everything from the very first moment your eyes met his. Renjun has to admit that he tends to be overly dramatic at times, especially when it comes to you. So, no, you probably don't hate him, he realizes due to your completely normal behavior towards him, but he's still too much of a coward to bring it up again.

That's why the short-cut making out session between the both of you is not mentioned again, although Renjun tries his best to bring it up at the perfect moment. Though, the perfect moment never comes.

Sure, he could've asked you the next time you were drinking together, but no, the atmosphere was way too chill for a serious conversation just as this one, and Renjun had a pretty important presentation just hours prior that took all of his concentration, leaving behind nothing but a lifeless shell of Renjun's ability to talk well.

The perfect moment could have been on that one night out with your friends when he was asked about his opinions on drunk sex and, later on, sexual relationships between roommates. It would have been way too weird though, with all your friends around, so Renjun kept his mouth shut.

Alright, Renjun sees the pattern.

It's a few days later and you sit on the couch, Clueless playing the background, and if Renjun was asked how he ended up in this situation, he could not give a plausible answer. Pretty much what happened was that you giggled over something, fell into his lap, looked up at him and then somehow magically ended up sitting on said lap with both of your hands squishing Renjun's cheeks.

"You're so cute," you giggle, your eyes sparkling as you keep pushing Renjun's cheeks together.

"What the fuck," is all Renjun manages to get out of his pouting lips before your eyes fall onto them.

"You know that feeling when you see something so cute that you want to kill it because your brain can't cope with its cuteness?" You scrunch your nose and giggle a little more, and Renjun has trouble nodding his head. He's almost thankful that he's not really able to talk, because if he could, a 'that's me with you' might've slipped out.

"Argh," you wiggle in his lap and Renjun does not like that at all. I mean, he does, but he doesn't. "I could just kiss you."

Renjun's eyes widen comically as you lean in to press an admittedly wet kiss right onto his nose. His heart stops beating for a second before making up for it by hammering away at double its usual speed. Renjun is afraid that you're able to hear it, or feel it with the way it makes the air in front of his chest vibrate.

"I love your nose, Renjun, it's so pretty and big."

"You know what they say," Renjun's words are muffled, but you can still hear him apparently as you begin laughing again, louder this time, and Renjun believes he's never heard someone laugh as perfectly as you do. You wrap your arms around Renjun's head, pulling him close to your chest, and Renjun feels his eyes roll back at your alluring scent and his undeniable closeness to your breasts.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." You quickly apologize, letting go of him, and Renjun has to clear his throat and unsuspiciously grab a pillow to put over his lap as soon as you get off him. "Is it true?"

"What?" Renjun breathes in as the words leave his mouth, he's honestly pretty focused on getting his blood out of his dick and nothing else.

"Big nose, big dick?"

Renjun chokes on air, eyes bulging out as he tries to catch his breath, fingers coming up to pull on the tight-but-not-really-tight collar of his turtleneck. He then continues to open and close his mouth like a fish. The only thing coming out is stuttering, until he finally manages to put it out there, "are you really asking me about the size of my cock right now?"

Renjun finds that you're staring at him for a second too long, maybe even letting your gaze flicker downwards to the pillow still adorning his lap for a brief moment, before you clap your hands together and announce that it was all a joke, but maybe he reads to much into things.

"I mean, I'm not complaining about the size of it," Renjun tries, but is hit in the face with a pillow, a numbing screech hitting his ears.

Over the past weeks, whatever he's been feeling for you has changed. Or, not particularly changed, but intensified, evolved. There has always been the little tingle inside of his heart at the sight of you, or the mere thought of you, your presence, whether it be inside of his apartment or only inside of his mind, that always made his heartbeat a little faster and his palms a little sweatier, or – to keep that anecdote – the seed is sprouting, poking its tiny green head out of the soil to announce that it's alive.

What changed, Renjun isn't aware of. He only knows that he's decided to think way less with his dick when it comes to you. Surely he can't deny how sexy your are with the way you look and carry yourself in general, and yes, he would not say no if the situation would ever come up, but he's not as eager to get in your pants as he was before.

Much rather, he wants to spend time with you, enjoy the little moments and actions of affection, like when his hand suddenly brushes yours as you walk close to each other, and instead of ignoring the incident, you grab onto his hand instead, sending tingling butterflies into his stomach.

This whole thing kind of confuses him, honestly. He's in his twenties, not as hormonal than 5 years ago, but his mind should be trained on getting his dick wet when he thinks about a girl he likes, right?

The exact same question, he asks his friend Donghyuck who – after a meal to Renjun's expenses and a long series of compliments – had finally forgiven Renjun for kicking him out of his apartment just so you could take his place.

"You're in love, you fucknut," Donghyuck retorts, using his napkin to gather the remaining crumbs of his BigMac into one tiny pile on the sticky tabletop of the fast food restaurant.

"Do you really think so?" Renjun blinks unsurely, teeth biting on the paper straw of his chocolate milkshake.

"I hope you are because if not, you have no excuse for throwing the best roommate ever out of your apartment for some chick," Donghyuck states and pushes his pointer finger into his mouth to wet it with saliva, then into the crumbs, moving it towards his mouth. Renjun, just in time, swats his hand away, causing the spit soaked crumbs to fly all over the table.

"That's gross," Renjun mumbles with a frown, then goes back to his task of demolishing the poor straw with his teeth. Donghyuck throws him an angry look, then collects himself and points an accusing finger at Renjun, who tries his hardest to ignore that that's the same finger that Donghyuck just made out with, then dragged through pure bacteria.

"Make a move on her, or I'll make you regret it." Donghyuck's pointing stare and stretched out finger intimidate Renjun a little, but he whines out, complaining that he's told Donghyuck that you're not ready for something new yet.

Renjun has to admit that your outbursts of panic and sadness over your ex had reduced to an absolute minimum of once a week at max, just as your general mentioning of him. All you ever talk about are your new hobbies that Renjun's pushed you into trying, your interests and, well, Renjun. If the roles had been swapped, and Donghyuck was in Renjun's place, Renjun'd have told him to fucking tell you already, but they're not. What if you're not ready, what if he fucks it up, what if he loses you?

Renjun shakes his head at the thought.

"I'm not saying stick your dick in her when she's not looking-"

"- because that would be highly inappropriate and plainly morally wrong-"

"- but tell her something, give her a sign."

Renjun really gives it a thought, maybe two, maybe 348 per minute. Honestly, he's completely stressed out and can't even focus on his work to the point where he has to print out the same receipt 3 times because he keeps throwing it away, lost in his thoughts (he just hopes Mrs. Choi won't notice the excessive amounts of missing receipt paper... they do not talk about what happened last time. Let's just say that he misses his coworker Jisung, he was a funny guy).

On one hand, he wants to do something big, have an occasion to finally hint to you that he's feeling more than platonic love for you, maybe even mention the drunk make out session weeks prior, but he doesn't want pressure you by doing something this big. On the other hand, if he doesn't give his all, maybe you'd think he's not completely sure about his feelings and just wants to toy with you like everyone else. It's a complete mental disaster, honestly.

Renjun keeps breaking his brain over this, but the answer just won't come to him. That is until one special customer places his order: Marlboro gold and a can of Red Bull. The idea strikes Renjun like lightning, and he almost gives the goods away for free, thanking the weirded out guy four times too often as he leaves the gas station hurriedly.

Donghyuck – as the hopeless romantic he is – is completely thrilled by Renjun's idea. He even throws in a little extra-ness and tells Renjun to put little notes on the Red Bull ("because you keep me up at night") and the pack of cigarettes ("because I'm addicted to you"), but Renjun believes that that's a little too much which resulted in Donghyuck fake-crying for a solid minute before giving up at the lack of reaction from Renjun.

The plan is simple: every Friday, you pick Renjun up from the gas station to walk home together after your pottery class, and this week, Donghyuck's going to be there already, inviting you to sit with him in the exact same spot where Renjun comforted you that day you first met. Once Renjun comes in sight, Donghyuck will leave immediately, and Renjun will hand you the goods, then just improvise on pouring the insides of his heart to you.

Said and done, Renjun gathers the receipts of the day to put them in the safe for Mrs. Choi to compare it to the contents of the cash register, and notices you walking along the street towards the gas station. Donghyuck, who hasn't left his assigned spot for the past 20 minutes, gets up to greet you, and Renjun has to bite onto his lip to contain a nervous smile.

He watches your surprised reaction as Donghyuck jabbers into your face and feels his heart skip a beat. Fucking hell, he's in deep if you talking to his friends gets him all giddy inside.

Waving his colleague goodbye, Renjun grabs the energy drink and cigarettes he's just bought off the counter and steps outside. It's way warmer than that day when you first met and Renjun feels admittedly sweaty, though this could be caused by his fizzling nerves and not the weather. Somehow – Renjun doesn't want to question how – Donghyuck had managed to get you to sit down with him, and as soon as the younger male notices Renjun approaching you, he just stands up and runs away. In any other situation, Renjun would have laughed at this weird kid, but he's got a situation to overthink.

Dumbfounded, you blink into the direction Donghyuck ran to, eyebrows raised and scrunched in concern, you breathe out before noticing Renjun as well. A wide grin spreads over your face at the sight of him.

"Your friend is really weird," you state and watch as Renjun sits down beside you.

"I know," Renjun chuckles, voice quieter and shakier than usual, but you don't seem to mind. He looks up at you, taking in the way the light breeze washes through your hair, heart pacing away in his chest at the sparkle in your eyes that only ever seems to be present when Renjun is as well. Blinking away his short-lived trance, Renjun pulls his presents for you out of his pockets. "I have something for you."

"Oh?" You smile, reaching out to grab onto the can and cigarettes, forcing down a smile. Renjun mentally high-fives himself. "What an odd order."

"It's what you bought the day we met," Renjun reminds you, biting onto his lip.

"Ah, that's right! I can't believe you remember!" You grin widely, ruffling Renjun's hair as you bounce a little. Renjun swears that he just melted away at the sight. You gently open the plastic with your fingers, opening the cigarettes to pull two of them from the package. "Would you, my dear Renjun, share this with me?"

The deep voice you speak in makes Renjun smile as he nods, taking the cigarette from you before quickly reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter to assist you. You smile, lips hugging the bud of the cigarette as you inhale, then blow the smoke out away from Renjun who motions to light his own.

"What's the occasion?" You pinch his nose, and Renjun has no idea why, but he falls a little more for you in that moment.

"I actually have something to talk you to you about."

"Sounds serious," you joke, winking at Renjun who mentally falls down a bridge and survives. Renjun suddenly realizes that he should have gone with his gut feeling and prepare this talk a little better. A stutter comes out of him, and he uses his cigarette to give himself a small time frame to come up with a better way of saying "I am undeniably in love with your entire being, please marry me and have my children" without saying exactly that and sounding like an idiot.

You lean forward, catching Renjun's gaze with yours before you quietly say, "Am- am I masturbating too loud?"

Renjun chokes on air, almost falling backwards as his eyes widen dramatically. "No! I mean- I wouldn't know! I don't hear a thing! And even if I did, I'd not listen to it because-"

"I was just joking," you laugh, padding Renjun's shoulder and he releases about 4 kilograms of air from his lungs, then an awkward chuckle follows. "You're cute when you're flustered."

"You're cute."

"I'm cute?"

Renjun halts. Did he really just say that? "Yes?"

"It sounds like a question," you tease, licking over your bottom lip.

"It's not though," – go big or go home, Renjun – "and not only cute. You are, um, nice."

"Nice?" Your eyebrows raise in humored disbelief.

"No- I mean, yes, but- more than nice. What I'm trying to say is," Renjun closes his eyes and tries to steady his breath. This is not going as well as planned, but as he opens his eyes again, he sees you smiling at him.

"I like you."

As soon as it's out there, Renjun regrets it. Bazillions of questions rush through his mind, most of them along the lines of "did I just fuck it up?", but as he looks over at you, you're still smiling, biting onto your lower lip as you watch Renjun struggle.

"It's okay if you don't- I mean- I just wanted to get it out," Renjun tries to explain, "you know that one night where we- we drank together and- we kissed, but then you didn't remember and I thought you regretted it, but-"

"I like you too."

"I know- wait," Renjun abruptly looks up at you, still smiling at him, "you like me too?"

"You're an idiot," you say, grabbing his face with both of your hands to turn him towards you, "I actually remember the kiss, though I thought it was a dream. It actually made me realize that I... kind of liked you because I rarely dream, and never about... kissing."

For the first time since Renjun's known you, you seem shy, and it makes his heart flutter a little differently, a little more, a little faster.

"Can I kiss you?" It's out there before Renjun even realizes he's opened his mouth. Instead of giving an answer, you just press your lips against his. Renjun melts into you, forgetting everything around him. He's only focused on the feeling of your lips and your taste, the sound of your gentle breathing, and the explosions of feelings in his heart. He's so focused that he doesn't even hear Donghyuck hollering in the background.

That night, Renjun finds himself lying awake with a wide smile plastered on his face. You like him too, his mind recalls the events of this afternoon, and you've kissed him. And then you kissed him once more when he was preparing dinner, just a chaste peck, but it was still a kiss. Then it happened once again on the couch, a movie quietly playing in the background as he watched you play on your phone from his spot next to you, face hidden behind a novel. He initiated the kiss that time, and he felt you smile against his mouth.

Not being able to contain his excitement over the situation, Renjun giggles quietly, hands cupping his face as he wiggles on top of his mattress. His mind, clouded with thoughts of only you, suggests that his bed would feel a lot better if you were in it. Hence, he grabs his phone, typing in a message for you. He knows that he shouldn't rush things, he doesn't want to pressure you since he's not sure the many wounds your ex has left in your heart have healed yet. This way, by just texting you, he's giving you a way out without you having to reject him. You could just pretend you didn't see it and were already asleep, but when he sees your response to his message of 'do you want to sleep together', his heart jumps in his chest, and soon after, you gently push the door open to reveal your face to Renjun.

"Sleep together?" You giggle as you enter, closing the door behind you, "but I didn't shave."

Renjun's smile falters for a moment, then his eyes widen as he realizes what you must've thought, "n-no! I just meant spending the night together, like, sleeping next to each other!" He quickly assures, hands wiggling through the air to support his point.

You chuckle, "so you want me to go back to my room and put some panties on?"

Blood rises and gathers hotly in Renjun's cheeks, then shoots down right into his dick. The simple thought of you coming over to his room so nonchalantly, casually wearing nothing but an oversized shirt to cover your core from his eyes, has him hardening quite quickly inside his boxers.

"Do whatever you feel comfortable with," he answers quietly, wanting to sound calm and collected, but his words come out so shakily that he's sure that you know of the effect you have on him.

Without another word, but with another smile, you slip under his blanket, instantly scooting close to him to place your head on his chest. Renjun is quick to place his arm around your body, holding you close to him. He's glad that it's relatively dark in his room, so as long as you don't directly focus on his crotch, he can get away with his boner.

Having you close should put Renjun's mind at ease, but the small conversation keeps his thoughts occupied, wondering if you want to sleep with him. You wouldn't come over to his room so quickly without any underwear if you were opposed to the idea, right? But at the same time, Renjun is afraid that you felt pressured. Or maybe it was just a simple joke?

"Is that something you want?" Renjun puts it out there.

"What? To fuck?"

Renjun chuckles nervously. "Yeah."

"Do you want a short or a long answer?"

"Don't leave out any details," Renjun assures you, pressing a kiss onto your head and you sigh contently.

"You see, I wasn't sure. But don't overthink this yet, I'm not done," you chuckle, moving your hand to stroke over Renjun's stomach, and he briefly appreciates that you seem to know him so well, "I told you before that I would have, you know, cheated on my ex with you, but back then I didn't really consider the potential sex-part of that. But somewhere around the time I jokingly asked about your size, I imagined it. Like, full on scenario and, shit, it was so hot."

Renjun forces down a smile that creeps onto his face, offering you his fingers to play around with, which you gladly accept.

"I tried to stop thinking about it, you know, to save our friendship-roommate-thingy, but I couldn't, especially not when I was touching myself."

The sound Renjun was opting for was an understanding hum, what comes out instead is something more of an aroused whine that makes you turn your head to look at his face, clearly amused.

"So you thought about me when-"

"Exactly."

"I see," Renjun simply states and clears his throat, but in his mind, he's dabbing right now, and he knows you can tell by the proud look on his face.

"I wasn't sure if I should tell you about this as it would inflate your ego, but honestly, you deserve it, Renjun. I want your ego to be big, I want to praise you. Because you're a good guy," you smile, inching closer to his face until your lips almost touch his, "and that turns me on so fucking much."

Just as Renjun groans out, you press your lips against his, tongue almost immediately pushing against his lips to beg for entrance. He allows you, letting his tongue dance with yours in a passionate kiss.

You begin moving, gently pulling him on top of you, and Renjun's hazy mind screams at him that it's going to happen now, he's going to fuck you. No, scratch that: he's going to make love to you.

"What I'm trying to say is," you break the kiss to catch your breath and look right into Renjun's eyes, "I'm sure that I want it. I trust you."

"Fuck," Renjun whines, burying his head in your neck to leave kisses there.

"Renjun..." you gasp as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear. He hums, running his hands over your sides and you grasp onto his shoulders."Touch me."

Renjun does not need to be told twice, his left hand coming up to gently cup your breast over your shirt, massaging it only to let his thumb flick over your nipple occasionally. Meanwhile, his right hand moves down your body, fingers dragging down over the expanse of your torso as it slips lower and lower in hopes to get you even more excited.

Finally, he reaches the hem of your shirt and pushes the fabric out of his way, then lets his fingers dance over the insides of your thighs. As much as he wants to touch you, he needs to drag this out. He's still afraid of losing you, so he has to make every second count. But as soon as he feels you bucking your hips into him, wanting more and more of him as you moan, he can't hold himself back any longer, and finally lets his finger run over your folds.

You mewl at his touch, and Renjun has to bite down on his lip to not moan out himself, too aroused by the feeling of your gathered wetness seeping out of you onto his finger. Spreading your wetness over your whole core, he gently eases one of his digits into you, and both of you moan at the feeling.

Renjun really tries to only focus on your face, but how can he when the shimmering moonlight catches his eye indirectly by being reflected by something. His gaze dips down, finally taking in your naked chest for the first time only to be met with a set of shiny jewelry adorning both of your nipples.

Involuntarily, his breath hitches, the slow movement of his finger inside you faltering as he takes you in. So beautiful, is all he can think. "Didn't know you- had those," he admits, trying to cover up the effect your piercings are having on him. Given your responding chuckle, he must have failed miserably, but he can't care about that right now.

"Had them for quite a while now," you inform him, and he doesn't know whether that's just a random information to throw in or if you're trying to tell him that they're fully healed and he should, for fuck's sake, just wrap his lips around them. Either way, he goes for the ladder, placing a kiss to your jaw, then your collarbone, only to then give an experimental lick to your nipple.

With the way your back arches, pushing your breast further towards his mouth, he can tell you're sensitive. Maybe that's a side effect of the piercings, maybe you'd always been like this. Renjun just knows that he absolutely adores how responsive you are to the soft touch of his tongue against the silver barbells and the area they adorn, so he keeps going.

He's careful, not applying too much pressure as he sucks on the nubs, afraid it'll hurt you. Though, your appreciative sounds that only rise in intensity the rougher he gets hint that he doesn't have to be that at all, careful.

His finger had picked up its movements again, gently feeling you up on the inside to stimulate you, but also to prep you for his length. As aforementioned, Renjun wouldn't say that he's breaking the world record with what's resting in his boxers – admittedly very hard at the moment – but he believes that a proper preparation for what's to come is going to make said event a lot more enjoyable for you. (Sure, he's fantasized about what you'd look like struggling to take him before, but that's besides the point right now).

A second finger is added, and you pant heavenly above him, grinding your hips while simultaneously pushing your chest further against him. Renjun feels like this is heaven, especially when he decides that, no, he's not going to break you and can rile you up even more by gently grazing his teeth over your nipple, as he's immediately rewarded by a whiney moan slipping from your parted lips and a clench of your wet walls around his fingers.

It's not long until start begging him to go further. Renjun, mind hazy from how aroused he is by inflicting pleasure on you, does not waste a second before pushing his remaining clothing out of the way. A gentle hand that you're moving to wrap around him is pushed away carefully, and you chuckle, getting the hint that Renjun can't wait any longer for this either.

Once he's positioned himself right at your entrance, dragging his tip through your folds a couple of times, you move to gently lay a hand on his cheek. His eyes immediately leave where you're almost connected to look back into yours. You look beautiful, even more beautiful than you usually do. He knows this might be a side effect of him being almost united with you quite literally, but he just needs you to know. The whispering words tumble out of him before he can stop himself. There is so much adoration in your eyes in response that he's just about to go all in and confess his undying love for you, but he believes that might be a bit much for now. Instead, he slowly pushes his hips forward.

The glide is easy because you're simply wet enough to soak right through his skin and into his heart (as if that didn't happen already), and both of you cannot contain the sounds of pleasure accompanying the feeling. Renjun just hopes that your heart beats just as hard as his does right now, but he doesn't dare check.

Inevitably, the incident lead to another, and that lead to yet another until it was an occasional thing for you and Renjun to fool around. An objective bystander (Donghyuck) would lovingly call it friends with benefits, but Renjun believes that there has to be more to it. On his end, at least.

Sure, he's had really strong feelings for you way before his tip abused your g-spot until you squirted all over his thighs, but he notices that it gets worse every time you so much as touch him, a lot worse even every time you clench around him repeatedly. A new high of worse was discovered when you whispered into his ear how no man had ever made you cum like that. And yes, that had been Renjun's go to topic to talk about every time he met up with his friends. Not to brag, but you'd been with other men, but he, Renjun, is the one who made you cum the hardest, fastest and longest, and Renjun strongly believes that the whole world has to know about that. Or, in other words: he bragged.

Though sometimes, Renjun really wishes he could tune his overthinking down to just a hobby level, but unfortunately it's an unpaid full-time job, and he has to practically beat the delusion into his brain that you probably like him just as much as he likes you. Otherwise you wouldn't let him hit every night, right? You wouldn't say these things if you didn't like him back. You wouldn't trust him with your darkest sexual fantasies and let him live out his if you weren't in love with him as well, right?

"I think it's a bit sus as well," Donghyuck confirms, the sound of his nail clipper supporting his statement.

"Do you have to clip your toenails right now? I'm eating," Renjun complains, holding a protective hand over his bowl. He really wonders if no one had ever taught Donghyuck manners, or if he just forgot all about them once he moved out.

"Yes, I have a date tonight," Donghyuck explains, tongue catching between his teeth as he concentrates on clipping the sharp corner of his big toenail.

"A date?" Renjun raises his brows in interest.

"Me, Julia Roberts and a glass of the finest wine under 5000₩."

"You really got me there for a second... I swear I will hit you if one of your stinky nails flies into my soup."

"Anyway," Donghyuck sighs, "maybe she does like you. I don't know, I'll have to spend more time with her to find it out."

"Not happening," Renjun mewls, mouth still full of vegetables. "I'm not letting you near her."

"Why not?" Donghyuck finally shifts his gaze away from his toes to look at Renjun.

"Because you're the kind of person that clips their toenails at the dining table. I don't want her to think my friends are weird. She already thinks you're weird as it is. No need to make it worse," Renjun reasons, disapprovingly eyeing Donghyuck's position.

"Okay, then," Donghyuck mumbles, quietly adding, "party pooper."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Just tell me again, what were the things she let you do to her?"

"She asked me to tie her up and do with her body as I wish- wait a second, I've told you that three times already. Could it be that you're getting off to this?!" Renjun squints accusingly.

"Julia Roberts can't satisfy all my needs, you know?" Donghyuck's eyebrows jump up, seemingly utterly satisfied with his joke.

"I'm really thinking about blocking your number as soon as you walk out this door."

"No, you need me. I think you should confess, and I know just the way to do it..."

How does one write a love letter? Renjun has to admit that he is not the best with words, neither with saying nor writing them. He's always been more of a painter than an author, in his opinion, and he realizes this once again as he's sitting in front of an empty page figuring out how to put his feelings into words in the least cringy way possible.

Donghyuck had made it sound so easy, given that the moon would be in Libra soon, the perfect time for a love confession. Renjun has not a single clue about what that means, but Donghyuck swore he's heard it from his friend Yuta. Libra is ruled by Venus after all, the planet of love. Unfortunately, Renjun is not very interested in astrology. The only thing he knows is that he's an Aries, apparently, which means he's impulsive and angry all the time.

And it shows, he has to realize, as he furiously puts the pen down he's been fidgeting with for the past half an hour, and angrily pushes his chair back to get up. Enough. He doesn't need the arrangements of the planets or whatever to help him confess his love to you. He can do that all by himself. And he's going to do it right now.

Lips pressed tightly together, he steps out of his room, then marches down the short hallway to knock at your door. He hears a bit of shuffling, then the door opens to reveal your form. Immediately, you smile, and Renjun melts at the sight of your messy hair and comfy clothing. God, he just likes you so, so much.

Ah, yes. The reason why he came over here is to tell you that. And yet here he stands, definitely at a loss of words which leads him to note that, once again, he should not rely on his improvising skills when it comes to confessing to you. Or just not in general, that would be best.

"Hello, stranger," you mumble, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, and Renjun has to huff out a laugh at the nickname, given it had not been over 3/4 of an hour since you've seen him last. "What brings you to my door at this hour?"

"Uh-" Renjun starts fiddling with the hems of his sweatshirt, eyes lowering to his fingers so he notices your feet stepping closer to him. You lift your hand, pushing his chin up with your pointer finger.

"If you came here to fuck me, you can just say so. Don't be shy," you grin, moving your finger to hook into the neckline of his shirt to pull him inside your bedroom.

In retrospect, Renjun can see why it wasn't such a great idea to confess to you like that. The room around you is dark, the candles you'd lit way before he even came to knock on your door already burned down, the only source of light being the moon shining through the window; an awful symbol that will forever remind Renjun of your first night together.

Renjun has to admit that it's a little cold, sitting in your room naked with just the blanket covering his private parts, when you're not close to him providing him with the general warmth of your body and the heat that spreads when you, well, exercise.

Renjun also has to admit that your cold reaction of "oh." to his confession of the three magic words has an effect on his body temperature, but more in a symbolic kind of way. It's silent, the only thing being heard is your shallow breathing which simultaneously calms Renjun down knowing you're still there and haven't left the country because you hate him so much, and stresses him out because it makes him aware that you exist, and that he's fucked up big time. He should say something.

"I'm sorry." Okay, maybe not that.

"It's fine," you sigh, not missing a heartbeat. The blanket is pushed all the way up to your chin, and Renjun does not major in psychology, but that doesn't seem like a good sign. You sigh again, moving your head to look at him. Renjun must look destroyed (not only because of the things you did to each other just minutes prior) because your features soften immediately. "I just- did not expect that."

"I shouldn't've put you on the spot like that. It just- came out." Renjun feels like he wants to jump out of the window face forward.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like you like that. Obviously" – you motion awkwardly between your naked bodies on the opposite ends of your mattress – "it's just that, um, I thought what we had was okay."

"You're not ready," Renjun sighs, "and I will respect that."

"It's not- just that. I mean, maybe it's that. I don't know, I didn't major in psychology." Renjun huffs out at this. "I just don't see myself in a relationship. Not right now, and, to be honest, right now I don't see myself in a relationship in the future either. I-" You breath out heavily and a little shaky, "It's hard, you know?"

"I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I should've just kept it to myself."

"That's not what I meant. You shouldn't- I mean, we should be able to talk about our feelings, right? It's not a bad thing that you said it. It's just- I can't-"

"It's okay. Really, I understand," Renjun mumbles, but quite frankly, he doesn't really understand. How can you not want this? If you feel the same about him, why can't you just- date him. Make it official. He's the only one fucking you anyway. "I should go."

His heart feels extremely heavy as he gets up to collect his clothes, slipping at least his boxers on before opening your door.

"Hey," you stop him just at the door frame, making him turn to look at you, "are we okay?"

Are we okay? Renjun takes a deep breath. No. No, he is not okay, not in the slightest. He feels like his heart has been used as a punching bag in a teenage boy's room after his mom wouldn't let him skip school to play online games all day. Renjun feels hurt and sad and, honestly, a little bit angry.

"Yeah," he says, releasing the breath through his nose, nodding while facing the ground, then you again. There's a sad smile on your face, and he presses his lips together, nodding once before he closes your door.

The second the clicking noise of the door is heard, hot tears gather in Renjun's eyes, and he hurries over to his room before they can run down his cheeks. He'd much rather just soak them in his pillow than wipe them off the floor in front of your room.

Renjun doesn't know how to speak to you. Hence, he doesn't, staying over at Donghyuck's new place for a couple of days instead, but to no avail. You just wouldn't leave his head. Plus, your advances of talking to him, a genuine text message to ask if he's okay which he always responded to with nothing but thick, painful silence were not helping him get over you by any means.

Renjun isn't quite sure what he's feeling. There's a whole lot of sadness clouding his thoughts, of course, you'd practically rejected him. There's also a lot of anger, a little directed at you, some directed at himself, but most of it directed at your stupid douche of an ex boyfriend who is the sole reason why Renjun can't have you. But then, he's also scared because what if one day you'd decide to try it with him, but then realize that it's not working? Wouldn't that be worse? Maybe.

Renjun is just exhausted. He yearns to be with you, but he can't. He cannot risk hurting you just because he's still angry with you over something that's not your fault. At the same time, he knows that it'll only get worse the longer he waits. So he does just that, but anxiously.

That is until there's a knock on his door (read: the door to Donghyuck's room that he's been barricading for the past days leaving Donghyuck to sleep on his own couch). Renjun's imagination runs wild and his heart aches at the visual image of you standing there, eyebrows scrunched together in worry, but then-

"Open up, fucknut."

Donghyuck. Renjun's sad facade drops into one of pure irritation. Unfortunately, Renjun knows that Donghyuck won't leave him alone – a lesson he had to learn the hard way during their high school days, he doesn't like talking about the incident. He's never been the same since, their friendship hasn't either. Also, it's, like, Donghyuck's room, so he has practically no right to keep him outside whatsoever.

"Go away," he tries anyway.

"I will stay here knocking all night, or climb through the window."

"Why?" Renjun whines, stomping his feet on the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"I'm interested how much your dick changed since high school," Donghyuck laughs, but Renjun sprints towards the door, opening it and pulling Donghyuck inside by the neckline of his shirt.

"Will you shut the fuck up? I do not need to be reminded of that," Renjun spits, then closes the door behind them, a deep crease in between his eyebrows.

"So you didn't like your first blowjob?" Donghyuck's voice is shrill and loud and accompanied by a sharp smirk.

"We've already talked about that that was not the problem," Renjun mumbles through gritted teeth. Donghyuck flops down on his own bed for the first time in days, sighing exaggeratingly with his arms crossed behind his head. He breathes a couple of times, and Renjun does nothing but stand there watching awkwardly until Donghyuck re-opens his eyes to look at him.

"Woah, you look like absolute horse shit, are you okay?"

"Um." Renjun blinks, not knowing how to respond to that. Sure, he could've slept a little more and maybe taken a shower, but for what? You weren't coming to see him anyway, so what's the use?

Donghyuck scrambles off the bed, getting unnecessarily close to Renjun's face to examine the dark circles under his friend's eyes, not shy to use his fingers to squish at the purple-ish skin.

"Hyuck-"

Donghyuck gazes into Renjun's eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. "Are we about to kiss right now?"

Renjun whines, pushing the younger back onto the bed by his shoulders.

"Oh, eager are we?"

"Shut up! I'm having a crisis," Renjun sighs, dragging his feet over the carpeted floor towards the obnoxious gaming chair that he's spend too many hours sitting on, contemplating over how his life is going to go from now on, and sits.

"So you're finally going to tell me what happened? I know that you're a 'I need space' kind of person, but sometimes it's good to talk about your feelings with a pal, you know?"

Renjun is once again surprised how Donghyuck can be such a great person.

"I confessed."

"Okay... and given the fact that you're moaning around in my room instead of hers, I'm assuming it didn't go well?" Donghyuck sits at the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees and places his face in his hands.

"Exactly."

"What happened exactly?"

"Well, I was inside of her. And she kept telling me how good I'm fucking her, praising me and keeping me so close, there were candles lit around us and- I just couldn't hold it in-" Renjun whines, reliving the moment vividly.

"You told her you love her while you were fucking her?" Donghyuck deadpans.

"...yes?"

"You are a crazy bastard, Renjun," Donghyuck laughs, patting a hand on Renjun's thigh, "honestly, I don't know why that didn't work, if it had been me-"

"Are you being sarcastic?" Renjun frowns. He's usually great at detecting Donghyuck's jokes, but he obviously hasn't been himself lately.

"No, I'm serious. Just imagine you inside me, whispering 'I love you' for the first time. God, I think I'd nut immediately and then cry," Donghyuck sighs dreamily.

"Donghyuck, I'm asking this in all honesty: do you have a crush on me?"

"All bromance, dude," Donghyuck confirms and Renjun lets out a relieved breath. He then further explains the rest of what happened that night, not even leaving out the details about how he cried in his pillow while listening to "Back To You" by Kun and Xiaojun all night long.

"Okay, buddy," Donghyuck sighs, scooting a little closer to Renjun whilst almost slipping off his mattress, then takes the older's hands in his. "She just wasn't ready. It's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up over this, yeah? You'll get a good night of sleep, and then you're going home tomorrow. You have to talk to her."

"But..." Renjun sighs.

"But what? What's the worst thing that could happen? She already rejected you, and she clearly misses you," Donghyuck says, motioning his head towards Renjun's phone that's lit up with yet another message from you.

"You're right."

"Of course I am," Donghyuck nods, then pulls Renjun up from his chair, then gets up as well and presses a really wet kiss to Renjun's cheek. Disapprovingly, Renjun motions to wipe it off, but Donghyuck catches his wrist just in time. "No, don't. I want there to be traces of me when you go back to her."

"You're so incredibly weird," Renjun retorts, cringing at the cool, wet spit drying on his skin, then gasps as he's pulled on the bed by Donghyuck.

"One night with me and you'll forget all about her," Donghyuck promises, a hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes and Renjun can't help but break out a smile. They end up spending the night together, and Renjun has to push Donghyuck off him and keep him away with his feet planted against Donghyuck's ass, but it's all playful and good, and it makes Renjun finally forget about his worries about you. It's moments like these where he's most thankful for having Donghyuck in his life.

Renjun can't move. He's been standing here for five whole minutes, keys in hand already hovering in front of the lock, but he can't bring himself to push them inside, turn them, and face you. Maybe he should just turn around and go back to Donghyuck. But he'll be so disappointed with him, and Renjun'd never be hearing the end of the 'Renjun has no balls' jokes, so he makes a decision.

"I'm home," Renjun announces, not quite sure why he settled for this introduction, but that's just what he usually says. He kicks his shoes off, then turns to hang up his coat when he suddenly hears flopping footsteps that approach him so fast he can hardly comprehend them before someone wraps their arms around him from the back.

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, he immediately recognizes your scent. Your arms wrap tighter around him, almost cutting off his air and he wonders if you've always been this strong.

"I missed you so fucking much," you finally say, voice muffled by the way your face is pressed into Renjun's back.

"I missed you too," he admits, grabbing your wrists gently to pull you off of him. He turns around to face you, and, fuck, you still look so beautiful that he feels all his feelings bubble back up like he's ready to blurt his love into your face all over again.

"Don't. Ever. Leave me. Again," you say, an eyebrow raised as you punctuate every word with a poke of your finger to his chest. Renjun grins stupidly. God, you're so perfect. How could he've ever been mad at you?

"I missed your nose," you admit, gently tapping the tip of his nose with your finger.

"My nose?"

"Yes, your nose," you motion to stroke over it, and Renjun's heart flutters, and he feels like he's sliding down the biggest water slide in the world, but instead of water, he rushes right into a pool that is just filled with you. He lets you drag him outside to the balcony, an admittedly very small one, but it's just big enough for the both of you to sit comfortably.

You pull out two cigarettes, and Renjun gladly accepts. You light it for him, then your own, and after a minute or so of smoking in silence, you speak up.

"So, I've been thinking," you say, and Renjun has to stop his stomach from dropping because after that scene at the front door, there's no way that you're going to tell him that you never want to see him again. Right?

"While you were gone, I'm gonna be honest, it didn't feel good. It felt really bad, actually. I realized that I did not only miss my daily dose of orgasms, but just your presence. I like being around you. I will forever be thankful that you even took me in in the first place. And I realized that I don't want to spend even just a day without you. Or you know, at least, knowing you'll come back soon, you get what I mean?"

Renjun grins. There is nothing he can do or say except for grinning widely and occasionally inhaling his cigarette.

"What I'm trying to say is," you say, taking a deep breath, "and this is kinda embarrassing after I lashed out on you like that – I'm sorry, by the way – and it's totally cool if that's not cool for you, but even though I can't say these words right now, I want to give it a try."

Motionless, Renjun keeps grinning. Then, his toes begin wiggling and he turns his head towards you who sits there anxiously nibbling at your fingernails awaiting his answer.

"I would fucking love that," Renjun finally says, still smiling widely, and you immediately mirror it. You scoot a little closer to him, placing your hand on his thigh with your palm facing upwards, then send him a look.

It's weird because Renjun's held your hand before, and he's been way more intimate with you, too, but as soon as your fingers intertwine, he gets a whole new set of butterflies fluttering around his intestines.

"Um, Renjun?"

Renjun hums, raising his brows to motions you to go on. You avert your gaze uncharacteristically shyly, then lean towards his ear to whisper, "can you say it again?"

You pull away, not looking at him, instead taking a last drag and pushing the butt of your cigarette into the ash trey. Renjun stifles a chuckle by biting down on his lips, then hooks his finger under your chin to turn you face to look at him. Your eyes are wide, and a little nervous, and he must admit that he finds that absolutely adorable.

Renjun gazes deeply into your eyes, tilting his head slightly before whispering, "I love you."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your eyes switch between looking into his left and right one, even your grip on his hand tightens. Renjun feels intensely proud to get such a reaction from you.

"Again."

Renjun leans closer, catching a quick glimpse at your lips before looking into your eyes again. "I love you."

"Again," you whisper shakily, eyebrows scrunching gently.

"I love you." And with that, he closes the distance between your faces. Your lips feel familiarly soft moving so gently against his, and he's actually missed the scent of smoke that sometimes accompanies your kisses. Suddenly, the kiss intensifies. You start kissing him with vigor, your free hand moving to pull him closer to you.

The kiss feels desperate and needy, and he can feel every word you said earlier in the way you push yourself against him. It's then when you get up, pulling him along right into his bedroom.

Renjun doesn't waste any time closing the door, and pulls you into his chest, lips colliding once again as you quickly strip each other of your clothes while making your way over to the bed.

The only time your lips part is when you're taking off your shirts, and when Renjun gently guides you to lay down. He knows your body like the back of his hand, but he's still pleasantly surprised at how wet you are as his fingers ghost over your folds.

You desperately hum against his lips, pushing your hips upwards. Renjun gets the hint, and just in time with his tip nudging at your entrance, he breaks the kiss. He almost melts at the way your eyes are glossed over, and he leans in to peck you one last time before slowly pushing in.

"I love you."

You whine this time, desperately pulling him closer, and he leans his forearms on either side of your head. Your arms wrap around his waist, gently stroking over his sides and back as he bottoms out, then sets a slow pace. You let out soft sounds, quite the change from your usual loud moaning when he's being rough with you.

Renjun feels like he's in heaven. He knows that these exact thoughts go through his head quite often, but there is no other way to describe it (as aforementioned, he's not that good with words). Though your effect on his body, and the things you do to and/or with him, are anything but holy, he feels the need to call you angelic. It's certainly not the first time your warm walls hug him, but it feels different. Renjun is not one to compare sexual encounters, especially not when the general vibes of them differs so tremendously, but this time he feels so much closer to you, and he really likes that.

Renjun is going soft on you, taking his time to really make you feel all of him. There is no rush, just pure love that he feels the need to show you with more than just his words, but with gentle actions that prove how well he knows you and your body. He wants to be the person who shows you what it feels like to be loved.

Renjun doesn't know whether it lasted seconds, minutes, hours or days. He only knows that once he finished, you were clinging onto his body, tears staining the soft skin of your cheeks because he had succeeded in showing you his love. In that moment, as bizarre as it might seen because he was sleeping with you, he found you really started trusting him. You'd been so afraid of being played all over again that you simply couldn't accept his love for you until you were certain you could trust him with the remainings of your heart. And Renjun feels really proud of that.

He may or may not have called in sick for work twice this week to spend more time with you. It's not like you're really doing anything besides cuddling, talking, or gifting each other orgasms, just simply being as close to one another as possible. Still, Renjun does not have the balls to formally ask you out.

"You know how sunflowers always move so they're pointing at the sun?" Renjun says, moving his Rook to A5 on the checkered wooden board before mimicking the way the sun inches over the sky on the daily. You grin, nod, then take out his Rook with your Knight.

"What happens when the sun sets and then rises, do they just-" Renjun snaps his head back to its original position, East.

In response, your eyebrows scrunch in amusement, lips tightening before you can't hold back your laughter. Renjun grins widely, from one ear to another, especially when your laughing escalates which results in you accidentally kicking the chess board with your knee which causes all the figures to fall and roll over the entirety of your tabletop. He's not sure if you noticed, but he was losing terribly just now.

"Oh man, now I ruined our game night," you giggle, wiping a single tear that left your eyes and sniffling once, very harshly. Renjun's heart and stomach are currently fighting over who's got more butterflies to tickle his insides.

"It's okay," he responds lowly, sitting with his back against the couch only to then take your hand and gently guide you to sit on his lap. You chuckle, but comply straightening your back as your hands come to lay on his shoulders.

Renjun strokes over your hair, smiling up at you, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips that you reciprocate. "You know, I have a few other things in mind that we could do instead."

"Oh, really? Another game?" You grin, eyes fluttering shut as Renjun's lips come in contact with your neck.

"Call it what you want," Renjun mumbles, earning a snicker from you.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," you sigh happily, thoughts already distracted because Renjun – not to brag – just knows how to touch you to get you going.

"You do?" Renjun pulls back, brows rising to show his interest in your talking.

"Yeah," you say, nervously biting your lower lip. Old Renjun would've felt a rush of anxiety rippling through his body, but new Renjun, or as Donghyuck likes to call him: weeny lover boy Renjun, can't do anything but stare at you lovingly.

His heart begins beating a little faster as you lean forward, your breath ghosting over his ear has goosebumps covering his body in the best way. "I-" you kiss the shell of his ear which gives Renjun the chills, "I love you too."

Nothing. There is nothing in Renjun's head for a split second. He stands there, in his own mind, a wide area of nothing but white nothingness until he finds his way back to reality. You love him? You love him back?

The surprise must be written all over his face as he grabs you by the shoulders to make you look at him, a chuckle coming from you. Renjun is not sure what's going on, but his heart is simultaneously beating faster and slower at the same time. A doctor would look incredibly anxious staring at the heart rate monitor if he was at a hospital right now. His apple watch would tell him to stop whatever the fuck he's doing right now, if he had one.

"Seriously?"

"Yes," you laugh, and finally Renjun can put on a smile. No, he doesn't put it on, it forms itself, spreading over his entire face before he crashes you into his chest, hugging you so tightly he's surprise your rips don't collapse. Then he pulls you into a kiss, but not only one, but dozens of them, all over your face until you push him away giggling.

"Hold on," you say, still grinning.

"Okay." Renjun is the happiest guy on earth.

You scramble off his lap, getting on one knee in front of him, and this time it's Renjun's turn to scrunch his eyebrows weirdly before breaking out in laughter.

"Huang Renjun, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: AFAB!reader Character: Eustass-godsdamned-Kid Kink: #8 Breeding #17 Degradation/Humiliation Prompt: #1 "Beg for it." Gift Giver: @death-threats

Summary: Eustass Kid made a custom breeding bench. Far be it from you to not utilize it as much as possible.

Content Notes: breeding, degradation, humiliation, bound onto a breeding bench, vaginal fingering, gender neutral pet names, degradation (use of whore), swearing and dirty talk. I LOVE writing Eustass, this ran a little long and got dirty >.>

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You pull against the leather cuffs holding you to the bench specifically designed for you. Not that Eustass Kid puts it that way when he binds you to his adjustable handmade leather breeding bench. He’ll assert that since it’s adjustable, it’s for everyone. Never mind that the thing’s default settings fit you like a glove.

It leaves you perfectly exposed and accessible, while also keeping you comfortable. No pinched nerves, no poor circulation, nothing that makes it difficult to stay on the bench for extended periods of time. You were 99% sure you could fall asleep on it and suffer no ill-effects.

Maybe tomorrow you’d test that theory.

Kid’s hand wandered over your body, eliciting little hums and gasps of pleasure from you. You liked the bench, liked what Kid did to you when you were on it. Liked that the two of you got along the way you did.

“Look at you all needy and greedy.” He muses, landing a heavy slap against your ass that shoves you forward a little on the bench. You swear from the initial impact, and then stick your tongue out at him, wiggling your ass in response.

Eutass’ eyes go wide for a second and he leans back.

“Beg for it.”

“B-beg?!” You ask incredulously. “Bitch, you told me to strip and get on the bench!” You bark.

“I did, and you gleefully stripped yourself down to nothing and hopped right on up.” He grins, rubbing his hand over the red mark on your ass and making your body shiver a little before he cracks you just as hard on the other cheek.

“I can just leave you here. Let Killer unlock you in an hour or something.” He threatens. There’s a smile on his face, but that tone in his voice isn’t fucking around.

You chew your bottom lip for a second before you lower your head to the cushion of the bench and raise your ass a little. “You know you wanna fill me up as much as I want you to. It’s already wet and ready.” You say with a little song in your voice.

“That’s pretty bland beggin’, mouse.”

You groan in frustration. You didn’t mind begging, especially not for the things that Eustass could do to you, but he hadn’t even played with you. Begging while you were still in your right mind was embarrassing as hell, and you didn’t need him to know how much it affected you.

That you’d gotten this far without him sorting it out had been a small miracle. You could give him a safe word, but you didn’t want to. It wasn’t that kind of uncomfortable, and if he talked you through it, you’d just end up embarrassed and bothered anyway.

The end result was going to be the same, so you figured it was better to just give in.

“I… hrrrrm, fuck.” You put your face against the bench. “Please, Eustass. Spread,” you look away you can’t meet those golden eyes. “Spread me open and m-make me-.”

“Mouse.”

Shit.

Kid comes over and crouches down at the front of the bench, turning your face toward him and waiting until you look him in the eyes. The grin on his face is pure evil.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want me to do to you.” He commands, tilting his head and waiting for you to look back at him.

You can feel your body heating up. The leather of the cuffs and the bench squeak softly as your body shivers with need. You can feel the embarrassment rushing to your face, nearly ringing in your ears as it makes you needier.

“Fuck me, please.” You say softly, eyes on his lips before you manage to pull your gaze up to meet his eyes. “Break me on this bench Kid. Breed me.” The words are barely more than whispers of air, but you’re doing your best. “Fill me up until… until I’m leaking your c-cum for a week.” You manage. Your lip is trembling, your breath’s coming out heavier and you can almost feel your body sinking into a euphoric state.

“My, my, mouse.” Eustass nearly hums the words. “You are losing your fucking mind like this. Humiliation really turns you on, huh?”

Closing your eyes, you shake your head. “N-no.”

“Mm, care to try that again while looking at me?” He prompts, tilting your face up with a single finger under your chin. “If you can even open your eyes with that painfully embarrassed look on your face.”

You force your eyes open and nearly suck in a breath at the look he’s giving you. “Eu-Eustass… please.”

He leans forward, holding your face in place as he pushes a hot and rough kiss against your lips. You can’t help the squirm of pleasure that runs through your body, and you moan into the deep kiss. You can feel Kid grin against the kiss, his tongue fucking with yours for another moment before he leans back.

“All the ways you’re my kind of twisted, little mouse.” He muses softly, patting the side of your face before he gets up and stands between your legs. You can feel him rubbing his stiff cock against your wet slit, pushing the head against your entrance before he eases up and ruts against you a little longer. He pushes in a bit and seems to decide against it, shoving a finger inside you first.

One finger becomes two and by the time he’s pushing a third inside you there’s loud sloppy sounds in the air.

“That’s the sounds I like to hear from my good little whore.” He says in a pleased tone. He smacks your ass with his wet fingers, eliciting a squeaky yelp from you. “Ass up, mouse.” He demands, and you lift your hips as much as the breeding bench allows.

The head of his cock presses against you again, this time it pushes inside your pussy far easier than before. Eustass grunts as he first pushes in, sighing contently as he slides deeper and deeper until he’s fit his entire thick length inside you.

“Fuck, the way you take me always feels good.” His words send a shiver down your spine that feels almost as good as you do filled up with him. You let out a little mewling moan and hear a soft chuckle escape Kid.

He gives you the barest moment to adjust before he moves. Grabbing your ass cheeks he works himself into a faster pace quickly, filling the room with the sound of his hips smacking into your thighs. He trails his nails down your back, pulling shivering gasps and desperate sounds from you with every thrust. The bench takes some of the shock for you, groaning slightly under the assault.

A few minutes end there’s a click, and the raised bump on the bench begins to vibrate as Eustass shifts angles a little, pushing you into the bench and grinding your clit into the vibrating bump as he continues to pound into you.

His hands grip your sides harshly and you feel him thrust in roughly a few times as he twitches inside you. A satisfied sigh escapes him as he moves slowly for a moment, leaning down and teasing your tits with his hands as he trails kisses down the middle of your back. You can feel and hear the mess of his first load inside you, feeling it against your thighs as his hardening dick pushes more out of your quivering hole.

It never takes him long to recover and he leans over the bench, his slow hip rolls picking up pace again as he keeps you pressed against the bench and all its luxuries.

Your first orgasm pulls barely a sound from you, rushing up and shattering against you so fast you can barely breathe against it. He feels you tighten against him, shuddering as you’re caught between his body and the bench.

“That’s my mouse,” he huffs, his voice low and husky. He gives you a moment to bask a little in the pleasure before he picks up the pace again. “My good mouse.” He nearly growls the words hands gripping the sides of the bench so he doesn’t bruise you too bad.

“Beg for it,” he demands. “Beg for me to fill your little whore cunt a second time.”

“Aaah! Please!” You gasp, nearly crying. “Fuck me Eustass, please! Fill – fill me up until I’mmm-nnnnngh, shit – until I’m dripping!” You cry, writhing under him as he adjusts and starts hitting your sweet spot. You can almost see stars the first few times he hits it. “Fuck! Me!” You scream. Who gives a shit if the whole damned ship hears you.

“That’s better!” Kid growls, leaning back enough to slap your ass again. “You better scream proper when you cum this time.”

You nod, holding onto the bench almost desperately. “I will! I – haaanngh – will, please,” you gasp filling the pleasure building again. What was it that rushed pleasure into you like this? Your hazy mind wanted to blame his voice, his words, his hands, his fucking unfair cock – all of it. All of him.

“Please, lemme cum!” You cry.

Kid leans down, growling into your ear as the bench groans under the two of you. “Scream my name, mouse.”

He snaps his hips into you, leaning down and nearly biting onto the back of your neck, hungry lips sucking the sensitive and tender skin with practice skill. You screamed as you came, you were mostly sure it was his name, but the haze of pleasure swirled your thoughts and the hot flood of his second orgasm was melting you from the inside out.

All you knew for sure was that you’d done well enough to earn some praise from Kid, before the afterglow turned you into a bit of a rag doll. Kid would take care of you though, you were certain of that, even if you couldn’t feel him kissing you softly while he undid the cuffs of the bench.

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i-love-def-leppard · 1 year

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Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

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Midgard's Winters

Masterlist to This Love / Main Masterlist

Asgard 1965 A.D. (Thor 25, Loki 25, Astri 23)

Astri could practically feel the excitement bubbling up in her chest. She feared that if they did not get to the Bifrost soon, she'd combust from her nerves.

"Have you never heard of the concept of relaxing? Loki asked as she fretted over his outfit for the millionth time.

"No, I haven't." She smiled up at him. "Now hold still and let me fix this thing, it's crooked."

"It's called a tie. I saw that it is what Midgardians wear for special occasions." Loki replied as he leaned down so she could fiddle with it some more.

"Do I need a tie?" She asked looking down at her outfit which consisted of soft pants, a knit shirt that came up around her neck, and a warm brown coat.

"No, I do believe you're dressed as a normal Midgardian woman," Loki said

"You're only saying that because you're the one who picked my clothes." She rolled her eyes

Loki's grin seemed to say 'Of course and I am always correct'. He then turned to fix his hair in the mirror and Astri's eyes wandered over his tall frame. He had gotten much taller recently and his body had filled out with more muscle as he aged. Astri couldn't help but admire as he smoothed his dark hair out and fixed the leather belt that was sitting on his hips. Of course, perfect moments can never last forever but the door opened ruined the trance she was under.

"What're we all standing around here for? Let us go, the celebration awaits!" Thor exclaimed as he practically kicked Loki's chamber door open

"Don't be too harsh on them Thor. Loki was trying to seduce Astri with those big eyes of his." Fandral said from out in the hallway.

"Fandral I'll push you off the Bifrost bridge so quickly not even Heimdall will see it coming." Loki threatened, his face totally neutral and ignoring the obvious fact that Astri's face was growing rather red at Fandrals comment.

Astri elbowed Loki roughly in his side in an attempt to shut him up while Fandral just laughed at the pair.

"Always so kind, Loki," Fandral responded as Astri dragged him out the door and past the antagonizing bearded man

Loki whipped his head around to shoot a glare at the smirking warrior before allowing Astri to continue her pulling.

Astri had been dreaming of seeing Midgard in the winter again for hundreds of years. The first time she had seen it, she hadn't even stopped growing yet. Now, she had finally caught up to Sif and, if she wore the right shoes, she was even taller than her friend on some days. Astri had spent time with Heimdall asking him what Midgard looked like during their winter, she had also asked about their behaviors and customs all so she could convince the AllFather to go and see it with her own two eyes.

"They wear boots to keep the snow away and large hats for their heads. Some of them drink something called hot chocolate from paper cups. But most of all they all seem to decorate a tree during a period called Christmas." Heimdall had said to her one day when she came to visit.

So now, here she stood, overly large knit hat in hand and warm boots on her feet. Loki had told her she was ruining his outfit choice for her but she had waved his yapping away and put the items on anyway. Thor had accepted her choices right away and even complimented her which she greatly appreciated.

"I trust that if I turn my eye to any of you down there, I will not find you causing trouble," Heimdall warned them.

Astri looked at the Bifrost keeper but found that he was eyeing a few particular individuals in their group. Thor, Fandral, and Loki all seemed to be under scrutiny by the ever-intimidating man.

"I swear I will behave," Thor said

"As do I." Fandral joined in

The group all turned their heads to Loki who seemed rather unbothered by Heimdall's gaze.

"Oh come on. You expect me to go to Midgard for the first time in hundreds of years and not have any fun?" Loki's deep voice filled the silence.

"Just swear it so we can go!" Astri whispered into his ear

Fine. He'd swear it. But only because she asked him to. Besides, when had the God of lies ever kept his word?

Astri's wide grin was well worth the price of admission as the Bifrost touched down in Midgard. Her happiness was enough to have a smile tugging on his lips as she eagerly scooped up snow to show him.

"You know we have snow on Asgard, right?" Sif asked eyeing Astri curiously

"Yeah, but its always there! Plus there's something about Midgardian winters that just make it better." Astri smiled

"You've only ever seen one Midgardian winter." Thor pointed out

"Yes. And at that one, you and Odin killed a bear. I would not like a repeat of that." Astri lectured

"I make no promises." Thor laughed "Now, Loki do as Astri wants and take us to that city you told us about. I'm tired of looking at this barren field."

Loki sighed, tired of his brother's arrogant tone. But, he listened and before they knew it, they were standing on a crowded street, surrounded by Midgardians.

"Oh, Loki! This is wonderful!" Astri praised looking around at the tall buildings and falling snow

"Where are we?" Hogun asked

"Who cares? We must try the local food and drinks!" Volstagg loudly said gesturing to a man who was selling food from a silver cart.

"A place called New York City." Loki replied, "Heimdall said it would be the best place to go for all of Astri's wishes."

"Well, both of you were right. This is marvelous, brother." Thor smiled looking around him at the bustling city.

"Come, Thor, we must try whatever that is!" Volstagg gestured to a stand that read 'Hot Dogs'.

"They eat dog here!?"Astri exclaimed, mortified at the man who seemed to be cheerily selling his food.

"Midgard is not as civilized as we thought it was," Sif said shaking her head

"What dog meat looks like that?" Astri asked eyeing the food that Thor and Volstagg were now shoving into their mouths

"The ugliest of dogs clearly," Loki said

"Loki, look at that!" Astri exclaimed, her attention claimed by a new marvel as she gestured for him to follow her away from where Sif and Hogun were admiring a man playing a musical instrument on the side of the road.

"It's one of those big trees Heimdall talked of!" She smiled

Sure enough, a large green tree stood in front of a building, dressed in dazzling lights and a bright yellow star on the top of it. Below it, Humans were moving in a circle on what looked like ice. Some of them weren't very skilled as they kept falling.

"We should try that." Astri declared

"No," Loki responded

"Why not? It looks so fun." She groaned

"You can barely walk on normal ground. You're the clumsiest individual on Asgard. You tripped in the library yesterday and knocked me over." Loki argued

"You're scared you can't do..." She glanced at the large sign behind Loki "Ice skating. Loki, you're scared you can't ice skate as well as all the humans."

"Darling, I am a god. I can do whatever these humans can do but ten times better."

"I am a god." Astri tried to imitate his deep voice. She hadn't been able to accurately imitate him in years thanks to the deep tone he had adopted once he started outgrowing her.

"If you're a god you should have no trouble doing this with me." She smiled

Loki did not tend to often regret his decisions in fact, he prided himself on his ability to be impulsive and have everything work in his favor. But at this moment, he wished to be able to bury his face in the largest book in all of Asgard. Astri had somehow reversed her clumsiness since stepping onto the ice and was gracefully moving while he had fallen four times already.

"You're doing great." She affirmed as he held tightly onto her forearms.

"I don't feel great." Loki snapped back, embarrassed that she was acting like an extra pair of legs for him.

"Well, you should." She smiled

How did she do that every time? Despite any time Loki was rude to her or showed absolutely no interest in what she was doing, she just brushed it off and got him to bend to her will anyway. It's as if she had cast a spell on him when they were children and still hadn't lifted its effects.

"Wooo go Loki!" a loud cheer hit his ears and he whipped his head to his right to see Thor.

Astri smiled and waved at Thor who stood on the sidelines, a hot dog in one hand and something that said Coca-Cola in the other.

"This is ridiculous. I'm leaving." Loki suddenly declared as he began to slowly approach the exit of the ice.

"Loki wait you're going to-" She reached out to try and catch him before it happened so he didn't get embarrassed

Thud.

"Fall again."

A string of curses fell from his lips as Astri tried to help him up without laughing.

"I can hear you snickering," Loki said into her ear as she helped him up.

"I am not," Astri said avoiding his gaze in fear she'd burst out laughing.

The moment their skates were off the ice, Loki had them disappearing so he could most likely storm off like he always did when something mildly embarrassing happened to him.

"Loki don't run off." She called after him as he used his overly long legs to get away from her

"If we are staying on this planet, we're going to do something else." He demanded grabbing her hand to pull her through the crowded walkway of people

"What're we doing?" She asked as Thor and the others got further away

Loki glanced around and Astri could tell he didn't have a plan of what they'd be doing once they got away from the evil ice skates.

"Let's eat something." She suggested

"We are not eating the dog Thor had," Loki replied

"Of course not... let's try that." Astri said pointing across the street to where a big lit-up sign said 'Pizza'

By all standards, the 'Pizza' was rather good. The tiny shop had been overly crowded and loud but they had both managed to get in and out with all limbs attached. She looked at Loki who was practically inhaling his piece, all princely manners that he normally displayed, especially around her, were gone.

"Do you like it?" She grinned

Loki stopped chewing like she had caught him committing the worst crime in the world.

"No. It is awful." He said in an overly monotone voice after swallowing.

"For the god of lies, you're really bad at lying." She responded smirking

Loki ignored her and continued to finish off his food in an incredibly quick manner.

The day went by rather quickly as Astri and Loki explored the city. Or well, Astri pulled Loki around the city by his hand and he kept his mouth shut of almost all complaints. She did have to drag him away from a short man whose little white dog peed on Loki's shoe. Loki had been ready to dish out the most colorfully worded threat when Astri had slapped her hand over his mouth and dragged him away.

"You're like a rabid dog." She scolded when they got far enough away.

"Well someone has to replace all the ones the humans are cooking in their little carts around this damn city," Loki replied

Astri just rolled her eyes and let him go, his attitude was not worth the hassle.

"There's the two love birds!" Volstagg's voice said suddenly

Astri turned with a happy smile on her face while Loki's face dropped into a scowl.

"Astri did you try this stuff? Sif said its called pizza!" Thor said shoving a plate with three pieces into her face

"He's eaten five pieces so far," Sif said

Even Thor's stomach was impressive when it came to outdoing his friends.

"Loki and I had some earlier. It is wonderful." She said pushing the plate away from her face.

"Did you like it, brother?" Thor asked

"No. There's much better food back on Asgard." Loki said

"Such a shame. Mortals truly have a way with food." Thor praised taking another bite

Astri rolled her eyes at Loki's denial. Always so difficult and for what? His ego to stay intact?

"Sif and I saw some humans buying this so now we each have one of our own." Hogun interjected proudly showing off a small sprig of green and white with a little red ribbon at the top.

"What is it?" Astri asked

"I don't know. It seemed rather popular though." Sif responded

"It's mistletoe!" A high-pitched voice said

The group's eyes fell down to a small human child who was sitting in a cart that her mother had been pushing.

"You put it over peoples heads and then they have to kiss!" She explained happily

Before the little girl could get another word out, her mother pushed her away in her little cart and murmured something about not talking to strangers. Before Astri could examine the little plant in Hogun's hand, Volstagg's meaty one grabbed it from him.

"Perfect! Loki, Astri now you must kiss! It is according to the mortal's rules and we are on their lands so we must abide by them." He reasoned holding the plant above her and Loki's heads.

Astri's face was probably as red as the man the humans called Santa as she blubbered out every excuse not to. Meanwhile, Loki's face remained stoic as he listened to her word vomit.

"We can't! My uh teeth are dirty...I cut my lip open...My mouth still tastes like that mint candy that lady gave us earlier and you hated that so we can't...ha ha."

Loki rolled his eyes as he took in her form, she was getting more flustered as she thought about it more and more. He leaned down to Astri's ear so Volstagg couldn't argue with his words

"No one is going to make you kiss me, darling." Loki softly said

Astri felt her face heat up even more as Loki's lips slightly tickled her ear.

"Even without the kiss, this has been a highly successful trip to Midgard." Thor declared snatching the mistletoe from Volstaggs hands and tossing it back to Sif. "I do believe we will have to do this again soon."

And Loki felt his heart thump just a little faster when he saw Astri's smile stretch across her face at his older brother's words.

Woooo we're getting close to the events of the first Thor movie. It was a big time skip between this chapter and the previous so I decided it was time to stop writing Loki like a young teen and closer to his actual MCU self. I hope I can accurately depict him in the upcoming chapters. Also if you are wondering if I wrote this just because I'm overly excited for Christmas, the answer is yes.

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Savage Daughter

Talamh Nua

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Fiadh Kinlen

Plot: In order to defy his prim and proper mother, Ransom brings home an Irish girl who is slightly wild.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Mentions of past abuse

Ransom nursed his beer and tried to think about how he would introduce the young woman next to him to his mother. The young man scoffed at the thought of his mother’s impending meltdown. He looked over at his new girlfriend, Fiadh Kinlen, beside him and took her hand, “I am glad you agreed to come with me. I know you have never been to the United States.”

Fiadh smiled gently at him, “Thank you. I am so excited. I hope your family is okay with me coming to stay for a few weeks.”

He tightened his grip on her hand, “You’ll be fine. I know they will love you.”

Fiadh leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “You are so sweet, Ransom. I look forward to seeing your caisleán. Geall liom go bhfuil sé iontach. Do you think there are still wild spaces I can explore?”

Ransom’s mouth twitched. Oh yes, this is going to be fun. Mother is going to be furious.

Fiadh turned her attention back to the plane window and sighed contentedly before shuffling over in her seat and laying her head on Ransom’s shoulder. She missed how he stiffened at the contact then relaxed.

Don’t get attached, Ransom. Remember that she is just a tool to get what you want. Money. He thought to himself all while smiling at her. Fiadh watched out the plane window as the aircraft descended onto the runway of Boston Logan International Airport. She looked to Ransom, “Where do we go once we are in the airport?”

“Down to baggage claim then through customs. Don’t worry. You’re travelling with me and you haven’t brought anything with you that isn’t allowed here. You’ll be fine.”

Fiadh jumped a little when the wheels hit the pavement but Ransom squeezed her arm in a reassuring touch. A few minutes later, the plane was parked at the gate and the Captain announced that it was time to deboard. Ransom unbuckled himself and stood, “Come on. They’ll be waiting for us.”

She followed suit as he grabbed their bags from the overhead bin in first class. The pair left the plane and wandered through Boston Logan, weaving around people and dodging dashing passengers late to their flights. Fiadh moved closer to Ransom and clung to his arm, “This is crazy. Na daoine seo go léir. Cá bhfuil siad ag dul?”

He looked down at her, “What was that?”

Fiadh sighed, “I asked where all these people were going. There are so many. I’m sorry. I know you don’t speak Irish. I will stop speaking it while I am here.”

Ransom shook his head, “No, you keep speaking it. In fact speak it as much as you want, especially around my family.”

She smiled at him, her green eyes sparkling, “Okay. Do you think I still look okay? I know I have been travelling a long time so I wanted to be sure I was presentable to your family.”

A smile formed on Ransom’s face as he took in her appearance once more. Fiadh was wearing a white crop top, a long green skirt and sandals. Her flaming red hair flowed wild and free down her back. His eyes lifted back up to her face, “You look amazing.”

Ma is going to have a heart attack when she sees Fiadh. I can’t even imagine the pearl clutching and gasps from Joni and Donna. Ransom wrapped his arm around Fiadh, “There are two stops we need to make before we meet my parent where they are set to pick us up.”

~~~

Linda Drysdale glanced down at her watch again and tapped her foot. Beside her, her husband Richard looked over to the baggage carousel, “I’m sure they will be here soon. They had to go through Customs, I’m sure. They already got their bags it looks like. We did tell them we would be here about thirty minutes after the plane landed.”

His wife looked at her watch, “I have an appointment in two hours. I need to go soon.”

“Ah!” Richard pointed, “Here comes Ransom…”

He trailed off at the sight of the redhead walking beside his son, holding Ransom’s hand and laughing at something Ransom said. Linda’s eyes widened and her face paled, “Dear god. What is that?”

Richard recovered faster than his wife, “That is our son’s girlfriend and we are going to be nice.”

Linda raised her chin and strutted forward to hug her son, “Ransom, I am glad you made it home. And who is this?”

Ransom didn’t miss the haughty tone but he nodded, “Glad to be home. Ma, Pops, I want you to meet Fiadh, my girlfriend.”

He made sure to emphasize the word girlfriend.

Fiadh stepped forward, “A pleasure. Thank you for inviting me to stay.”

Linda looked like she was sucking on a lemon but she forced a smile, “Glad you could come. Let’s go.”

She turned on her heel and waltzed away. Richard smiled at Fiadh, “Welcome to the USA. Don’t worry about her. She’ll warm up to you. Why don’t we go out and get something to eat?”

The couple followed behind Richard with Ransom thinking all the way. Oh yes, this is going to be fantastic.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Imagine being forced to marry a ghost. You were chosen even though you had zero interactions with the person. The next thing you know you are in a wedding outfit and in front of a corpse. The family of the deceased assured the darling that they won’t have to do anything to the body. Just keep it in the guest room while you stay in the master bedroom. Then why did they forced you to wear something for a honeymoon night? Why do you feel something cold against your body when you’re alone?

tw - dubcon marriage, imprisonment, manipulation, implied gaslighting, generalized monster-fucking.

I mean, it's not quite as morbid as it sounds. They say it's a custom, a tradition, a last, last, last resort to make sure the spirit of their dear, deceased loved one doesn't wander the world, alone and lost, until their spirit fades away completely. They pay for your clothes and the catering, and they don't ask you to do much - just come on time, enjoy the festivities, stand where they tell you to and try not to look at the open casket next to the alter, a white sheet (thankfully) covering anything that might make you think better of saying 'I do'. It's not that bad, and by tears in everyone's eyes, the looks of relief, the quiet, half-choke 'thank you's you get after the ceremony, it does seem like you're really helping them. You feel like you're really helping them.

Then, there's the honeymoon. It's more of a vacation, more than anything, your willingness to go through with something so unorthodox rewarded with a few weeks spent by yourself in one of the family's 'shrine', just off the outskirts of your small town. There's electricity and running water and enough food to last you for months, not that you think you could stand the plain stone walls and confusing, isolating layout for so long. They've asked you to avoid going out, to stick to the main floor, to wear the clothes they left for you, all white and loose-fitting and softened, but there aren't any cameras, and there's no one around to make sure you actually do. You can leave whenever you want to, wear whatever you want to, even if you do feel a little guilty, even if it does feel like someone's watching you, sometimes, every now and then, when you wake up in the middle of the night or spend a little too much time in front of one of the doors you're not supposed to open. Even if you can swear you hear footsteps in the cellar, regardless of how many times you've checked to make sure you really are alone.

Even if you feel something in your bed, next to you, cold breath on the side of your neck, your mattress dipping under the weight of something that might've been human, once. There are claws, occasionally, talons that pull at your hair and scrap over your thighs, and fangs, brushing against the corner of your jaw, ghosting over your skin as that deep, gentle voice asks why you're not wearing what they asked you to, why you keep trying to get away from them, why their lovely, lovely bride won't sit still and play their part. They've never hurt you, or touched you, or done anything beyond linger at your side and run their calloused fingertips over your skin, but it's not like they have to, not when they're so much bigger than you, not when their eyes are so bright. It's not like they really have a reason to try and bring you closer, to drag you towards them against your will. It's not like they really have to.

Not when you've already given yourself away so beautifully.

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starrconch · 3 years

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MISTLETOE KISSES

★ Includes: Albedo, Scaramouche, GN reader, fluff, a little self-depreciation in Scaramouche's, “I swear I didn’t plan this, but… we’re under the mistletoe right now.” prompt from my event

★ Word Count: 993

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ALBEDO

★ Every year, Mondstadt held a winter fete to help bring more tourists into the City of Freedom. One night in winter, all of the shops would set up stalls for customers to buy food or presents for their loved ones, or even play games with each other.

★ Attending this was always a tradition for you and your partner.

Mondstadt had outdone themselves this year as the decorations were breathtaking. Changing colour lights hung from the tops of houses, giving the street below a warm glow. The flower beds that usually lined the cobble walkways had been replaced with faux holly bushes, contrasting perfectly with the snow that had settled onto the ground earlier that morning.

You tugged on Albedo’s hand, tearing his gaze away from some art supplies being offered on a stall. “Let’s get some food before Good Hunter is swamped with people like they usually are,” you suggested, your stomach growling at the thought of Sara’s special winter dishes.

“Good idea.” He took one last longing look at the pencils he spotted, a promise that he would come back for them later, and took your hand in his own.

Once you had some warm boxes of food in your hands, the seating area had been completely filled and crowds of people looking to buy food were already spilling out around the fountain. It made it difficult to spot a path away from the front of Good Hunter, let alone move.

“I think we should head somewhere quieter,” Albedo suggested, trying to protect his food as someone knocked into his side. They were lucky they apologised straight afterwards otherwise you would have had to deal with them for nearly hurting your partner.

You chuckled nervously. “Agreed.”

The two of you wandered around until you finally came to stop on the ledge overlooking the fountain. You recognised two fatui agents usually stood here, however, tonight they were nowhere to be seen.

“I swear I didn’t plan this, but…” Albedo looked at you and then up at the street lamp beside you, “we’re under mistletoe right now.”

You nearly choked on the food that you had just swallowed. “Oh?” Shuffling closer to the alchemist and resting your food on the railing, praying it didn’t fall, you leant in towards his face. “And what are we going to do about it?”

A grin spread across your face as you watched him flush a deep red. “I-”

Before he could respond, you pressed a kiss to his lips. It was soft and gentle, just like the love that drew the two of you together. As you pulled away, you found Albedo leaning forward to try and steal another kiss from you to which you stuck out your hand, forcing him to kiss your palm instead.

“Hurry up and eat your food before it gets cold,” you laughed, picking up your own meal again. “Then, I’ll go and buy those pencils for you that you were ogling down there.”

Your partner’s eyes widened in appreciation and adoration for a moment, but then he sarcastically pouted. “I think I would prefer another kiss.”

SCARAMOUCHE

★ Being a fatui harbinger meant that your partner wasn’t around too often as he was busy on missions for the Tsaritsa. Though, he always made sure to make time for you, no matter how much he had piled up on his plate.

★ This time, for being late to spending the holiday season with you, you decided to drag him around a winter festival that you had been wanting to go to for a while.

“Don’t look so grumpy! You’re supposed to be having fun!” You flicked Scaramouche’s nose in hopes to wipe the scowl off of his face.

“I don’t know why you waste your time with these games, they’re all rigged to make it hard to win. Why waste money on them when I could just buy you the prize?” He stuck his hands in his pockets, attempting to keep them warm. You had told him to wear something warmer before you both left the house, but he had insisted on keeping on the shorts from his fatui uniform.

“Because it’s the suffering you have to go through to get the prize that makes it all the more special!” When your partner only replied with a look of disbelief, you sighed. “Is there anything that you want to do here?”

Scaramouche shrugged. “Let’s go and get some food.”

On the walk to the stalls that were serving food, you couldn’t help but think something was troubling him. Sure, he was usually a little grumpy, but not this much.

“Hey, Scara,” you stopped in your tracks, turning around to face him, “is there something bothering you? Or anything I can do to make you happier?”

The harbinger’s eyes flicked up to something above you and then met your gaze. “I just- I feel bad that I haven’t been spending much time with you. You deserve better.” Once again, his eyes flicked up and then rested on your lips anxiously, causing curiosity to curl in your chest. Was there something else worrying him?

Looking up too, you finally found the culprit. “I swear I didn’t plan this, but we’re under mistletoe right now.”

“What? Are you going to kiss me, or something?” A small smirk turned the corner of his mouth, a piece of his normal self shining through his troubles.

“That’s what it’s there for, isn’t it?” Before he could react, you placed your hands on the sides of his face and kissed him deeply, showing him just how much you truly loved him. “I wouldn’t rather have anyone else in the world to be my lover than you, Scara. You are perfect and I enjoy every moment we get to spend together.”

Scaramouche stood frozen in place, a blush creeping over his cheeks. “I-”

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers together. “Let’s go and get some food. I’m starving!”

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Sheer Luck [Fred Weasley x Reader] - Requested

Title: Sheer Luck Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female!Reader Word count: 4.2k Published: 13 September 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warnings: Mention of food and a bit of swearing Summary: Fred has no choice but to help George in the shop, leaving his son, the little Fabian to play alone for a little while longer. But when Fabian goes missing, Fred panics only to find his son in the company of none other than the girl he still harbours those stupid feelings for. Request: [x] Request sent by @prismarts

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The Weasley family had always been known to be loud and full of life, each member adding to the lovely chaos with their own handful of personalities. Fred's son, the little Fabian was of course, no exception. Unsurprisingly, he was energetic and at times rather troublesome just like his own father. There was never a dull moment around him. It's been 5 years since Fred first held the little bundle of joy, his tiny body comfortably laying across his lower arm. Only 5 years. He couldn't comprehend how fast he had grown and how smart he had become in such a short amount of time. But with such an independent little boy, trouble was always lurking around the corner.

Fred was assisting George in the shop, helping with the sea of customers. He wasn't supposed to be working, but George couldn't keep up and the new recruit they hired quickly turned around and left the shop upon seeing how busy the place had become. So, Fred had no choice but to help his brother out whilst often his eyes wandered to Fabian who was seated beside a shelf, playing with a toy, trying to entertain himself.

The chiming of the bell above the entrance never ceased and even when Fred had gone to the storage room in the back to pick up a couple of boxes, it still rang in his ears as though it was permanently stuck in his memory. With a subtle shake of his head, he returned to the counter and placed the boxes behind him whilst he served the next customer. Between typing two digits into the till, he turned towards the shelf where Fabian was seated at, only to find the tiny wooden chair empty, no sign of his son anywhere nearby. His heart skipped a beat, his breathing turned shallow as his eyes frantically surveyed the shop. Panic flooded his entire being. As though someone dumped a bucket of ice-water over him, he froze in his spot, eyes wide in shock, the worst possible scenarios playing in the back of his mind.

Without a word of apology, he left the customer behind and rushed around the shop, looking for the ginger-haired little boy. He ran from the ground floor to the upper floor, from the entrance of the shop to the most hidden storage room in the back, but he couldn't find Fabian. Fred felt as though it was a punishment. He loved his son, he loved how lively he was, but at times he just wanted a bit of calm, a little silence, just a small amount of time for himself. But now all those thoughts seemed like a punishment. Now that Fabian was gone, he wanted to rip anyone to shreds who dared to stand in his way of getting his son back.

A silent chuckle disturbed his self-depreciative thoughts before it turned into a fit of laughter. As fast as the wind, Fred turned around, knowing the voice too well to ever forget. His eyes widened at the sight of his son playing with no other than the only girl who made him lose his mind back in Hogwarts. The only girl who didn't fall for his flirty comments and chat-up lines, the only girl who never wanted to be more than a friend, however hard he'd tried.

"I have a feeling your father will kill me if I keep you away any longer, so let's go back before he realises, you'd disappeared," you giggled as you picked Fabian up and seated him on the curve of your waist. "Just promise me you won't run up to people you don't know in the future, okay?" You gently flicked his nose, earning a small giggle from the boy.

"But I know you. Daddy has a photo of you and him on his desk," Fabian replied as your eyes widened in surprise, your breath hitching. Fred felt his heart skip a beat. A part of him felt relieved to find his son in good hands, but another part bathed in embarrassment at the thought of you realising how infatuated he was with you even after all these years. Though you'd never known about his love for you, he didn't dare confess after all, he was certain if he let Fabian talk, it would quickly change.

"Oh, has he now?" You asked as the initial surprise vanished and a playful smirk sat across your face.

"Fabian!" Fred interrupted, before things took a rather awkward turn. Though he was unable to pretend he wasn't beyond excited to talk to you once again, first, he needed to scold his son. "Didn't I tell you not to just run off and talk to strangers?" He asked as he reached for Fabian and took him from your arms with a grateful nod offered to you.

"But she isn't a stranger. I see her photo every day in your room," he held up his little index finger as though he was lecturing his own father. A comical scoff left Fred's lips.

"But it doesn't mean you can just run off without telling me where you are going. I was worried about you," Fred wasn't the same, careless boy you had met in school, he had grown into a man with responsibilities, family and a business to run. A small smile spread across your face as you watched the conversation between Fabian and Fred, the little boy giving his dad a run for his money.

"Daddy," he pointed his finger in his father's face as though he was ready to scold him this time. "You told me that it's not nice to interrupt people when they are busy," he shook his head as though he was disappointed in his own father.

"I also told you that you have to let me know if you'd like to go somewhere," Fred retorted with a hidden smile in the corner of his lips.

"You see daddy, that's the problem. You told me to let you know if I want to go somewhere, but you also told me not to interrupt people when they are busy. I'm a child daddy. I don't know what you want me to do if you don't make it clear," Fred blinked at his son with wide eyes, shocked at his reply. He only seemed to wake from his momentary trance when a loud giggle erupted from your lungs.

"Oh, your son is a handful," you attempted to stop laughing, but once Fabian winked at you, you couldn't control yourself. Tears welled in your eyes; facial muscles stretched painfully. He was a carbon copy of his father and more.

"Fred!" George's voice came from the counter. "I could use some help," he grimaced, knowing he had interrupted something important, but he had no choice but to ask for his brother's assistance. A heavy sigh left Fred's lungs as he tried to look for a solution. He didn't want to leave Fabian alone nor did he want to leave you just yet. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to ask how you were, what you've been up to and a thousand other questions, but George needed him.

"The lady can play with me until you are working," Fabian interrupted his train of thoughts.

"You can't just say that," Fred shook his head as he met your gaze.

"I mean, I don't mind. I don't have anything else to do and he seems like a fun kid," you smiled at Fred with the same smile he had loved so dearly as a teenager. You reached for the kid, wiggling your fingers as Fabian returned the gesture, attempting to get out of his dad's arms, but the only obstacle between the two of you seemed to be Fred himself.

"Are you sure?" He asked with a deep frown, not daring to believe what was happening. After all these years he ran into you out of sheer luck and out of nowhere you offered to help him with Fabian who seemingly already felt attached to you.

"My arms are getting tired," you replied, still wiggling your fingers. A deep chuckle left Fred's lips and at last, let you take Fabian from his arms. "Now get back to work," you shooed him away, earning yourself a mischievous grin from Fred as he shook his head.

"Just go to the back, he has his toys there," he said as he turned towards the counter, but after the second step he halted. "Oh, and thank you," you nodded in response and continued toward the back with a giggling Fabian in your arms.

By lunch time the shop calmed down a little and Fred had a minute to take a deep breath and lean against the shelf behind the cashier. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair, making a mess out of his already dishevelled look. With a heavy sigh, he turned to leave, but he found himself face to face with George, who wore a knowing look and a playful smirk.

"What's that shit eating grin for?" Fred asked with an arched brow and tilted his head slightly.

"You lucky bastard," he chuckled in a reply, confusing his twin even more.

"Am I supposed to understand?" He furrowed at his brother.

"After all these years, you are still in love with her," he chuckled. Fred just shook his head, lips pulled into a thin line, not wanting to give him a reply, but George caught his arm as he tried to escape. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm on about. You were a second away from drooling on the floor," he scoffed in a comical tone, finding entertainment in his brother's love life.

"I did no such thing," he huffed, slightly irritated.

"Oh really," he arched a questioning brow. "Because out of the two of us, it was you with a shit eating grin when you recognised her," his chuckle was dark as though he found enjoyment in annoying his brother, but Fred kept a straight face, attempting to hide how right his twin was. "Fred, you've been alone for the past 5 years," he patted his brother's shoulder. "And for whatever magical reason, she happened to come here on the same day you needed help. Call me a fool, but it is no coincidence," he shrugged as he picked up a box that Fred brought out earlier and walked to the front of the shop to fill up the shelves.

With a heavy sigh, Fred headed to the back of the shop, heart pumping hard against his ribcage, each step speeding up the little rascal that kept him alive as though it knew he was getting closer to you. As he opened the door, eerie silence welcomed him. He looked around the stack of shelves, but he didn't see Fabian or you, nor could he hear anything. Then he continued to the tiny side room where they usually had their lunch break, but it was also empty, though the open triangle sandwich he bought for Fabian was half-eaten on the wooden table. With a deep frown he went to the last room that they usually used to take a rest. As he moved the burgundy curtain out of the way, a small smile spread across his face at the sight of you laying on the chestnut couch, eyes closed, breathing even whilst Fabian laid across your chest, his thumb comfortably tucked in his mouth to soothe himself into sleep.

Fred couldn't stop his movements as he shuffled closer and crouched beside the couch. Tilting his head, he watched you peacefully sleep with his beloved son on your chest as though you had a connection from the very first moment, you'd met him. He lifted a hand to brush a tiny lock of hair from your face as a soft smile spread across his lips. You slightly scrunched up your nose and sniffled at the unexpected touch, earning a silent laughter from Fred.

He didn't let out a sound, but his presence still woke you. After a couple of heavy blinks, you focused your gaze on Fred, a warm smile painted across his face. "Hey," you whispered in a hoarse tone, sleep still evident in your voice.

"Hey," he said as his lips curved wider. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he continued in a hushed tone, his gaze moving from you to Fabian.

"It's fine," shaking your head, you attempted to get up, but you quickly halted your movements as Fabian stirred in your arms. Fred just chuckled as he picked up his son and waited for you to sit up as he took the space beside you with his son soundly asleep in his arms, head tucked against the curve of his shoulder.

"He sleeps like a bear, so you don't have to worry," he said as he sunk deeper in the couch.

"I hope you know how lucky you are. You have a brilliant kid," you said with a soft smile.

"I know," Fred hinted a tiny kiss on Fabian's temple before turning back to you, his eyes shining with pride. "He is a handful sometimes, but I guess it's in our blood," he smirked.

"It definitely is. Now at least you know what poor Molly had been through," you giggled as he nodded with a playful grimace.

"And I only have one, imagine seven. I don't think we give enough credit to mom," he shook his head as he chuckled.

"You know you've changed a lot," you added.

"Have I? In what sense?" He arched a questioning brow.

"Well, it's only been what— six years since we graduated, and you have your own family and a business. You grew up to be a man, Mr. Weasley," you smiled as you bit on your bottom lip.

"I didn't really have a choice," he smirked, trying to play it off, though it certainly wasn't easy, even with all the help he had from his family and even if you were oblivious, it was easy for you to understand it from the gaze he rested on you.

"Why? Of course, if you don't mind me asking," you said, not wanting to pray into his life.

"I was still very young when Fabian was born and the relationship I was in was on and off for a year, even as she was pregnant. We just fought a lot, which I have to say was my fault, so I ended it. I took Fabian since his mother wanted to enjoy her life and I guess I had to grow up," he shrugged, but quickly halted his movements as Fabian stirred.

"Have you thought about contacting her now? Maybe she would want to come back?" You asked, tilting your head curiously, but Fred shook his head.

"No, I never loved her. That's why we broke up. I was still in love with the girl I fell for in Hogwarts," he chuckled, but your smile disappeared which Fred quickly noted.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have attacked you with all these questions," you shook your head, gaze falling to the ground, clearly feeling embarrassed. Fred reached for your hand and cupped it in his palm, squeezing it reassuringly.

"It's okay. It's been a long time since we have talked. I'm curious too, you know?" He offered you a playful grin as you lifted your head once again. "We graduated and you just left. No letter, no words, no good-byes. Honestly, I felt a bit betrayed," he let out a comical scoff.

"I'm sorry," you shook your head. "I had the opportunity to travel, and I just packed up and went for it."

"But why without a word?" He frowned as he studied your face.

"I— I had my reasons," you picked at your nails as you tried to avoid the question. Though Fred was eager to know what happened, he didn't want to push you.

"Well, I'm glad you are back," he replied with a soft smile. "That is if you are back," he chuckled awkwardly.

"Yes, I am planning to stay now," you replied as you lifted your head, a light smile spreading across your face. There was a momentary silence as you gazed at each other, but you had to speak, that's what you came for after all. "I— you know I— oh just forget it," you giggled awkwardly, stopping yourself from saying whatever you wished to.

"What is it? Now you made me curious," he grinned at you with curiosity shining in his chestnut eyes. There was hesitation in you as you played with your hands in your lap, but at least you decided to speak up.

"I— I came back for a reason—," however before you could have continued, Fabian stirred in Fred's arms, calling for his dad. A heavy, relieved sight left your lungs.

"I'm here, good morning," he chuckled as he hinted a small kiss on his son's temple, but his eyes shot back to you immediately. "What was it you wanted to say? What reason?" He asked, not missing a word you said.

"Oh, it's nothing, I better go anyways. I have to go and check out some flats," you chuckled, but Fred didn't miss the strain in your voice, the obviously phony tone behind your laughter as you stood up. He didn't care if you could read his facial expression, he frowned regardless.

"You wanted to say something," he said. He knew it was something important, he could feel it in his bones as silly as the thought seemed.

"It's not actually. It really isn't," you shook your head defensively and scrunched your nose, a sign he had learned all those years ago still carved in his memory. You were lying. It was important and you were struggling against your own self not to tell him what you came for. "I'm just gonna go now. I'm sure we will run into each other later. Take care," you said with a smile that Fred could swear held some sort of pain.

Fred stood up from the couch, but you were already hurrying out of the shop and by the time he was at the counter, you were across the street, as though you were running away, escaping from him.

"George, can you please pay attention to Fabian for a second?" He asked his brother, though his eyes still followed you. Without a reply George took Fabian from Fred's arms and pushed on his twins' shoulder as though he could read his mind. He received a nod, but not a thank you or a reply, before Fred was dashing out of the shop, following you down the rather empty alley. He tried calling your name, he knew you heard him, he just knew, but you didn't turn around. He sped up his steps along the cobblestones grabbing your arm with a gentle force as he reached you. "Why are you running?" He asked, heaving heavy breaths.

"I'm not," you scoffed, but you didn't meet his eyes, though your gaze wandered around your surroundings. He placed his palms against your cheeks, not missing as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes just a tad longer to bask in the moment.

"But you are. I know you. I know you were trying to tell me something important before you left. I knew all the little signs back in school and I still know the way you scrunch your nose when you are lying or how your eyes wander around awkwardly when you are afraid of looking at someone, not wanting to expose yourself," he couldn't miss the fear in your eyes, though he couldn't understand. "You might have changed, but a part of you is still the girl I fell in love with, and your tell-tale signs haven't changed a bit," he shook his head, his own words not registering. Your eyes widened, lips parting in surprise and once Fred processed the words he uttered, he mirrored your expression, air stuck in his lungs.

"You loved me?" Uncertainty laced your voice. Fred silenced himself for a moment, weighing his options, as his heart thundered under his ribcage. But at last, he spoke up.

"I have," he replied.

"Have?" You asked just as Fred hoped you'd catch on his wording. He nodded, but he couldn't form another word. He came after you to talk to you, but he didn't anticipate confessing his own feelings and as he stood in front of you, feelings laid out to you, he found himself paralysed.

"I didn't know. I thought— I thought you just flirted with me for the fun of it," you shook your head which Fred only mirrored.

"I ran after you like a hopeless puppy, but you'd told me so many times that you'd never date someone like me. I couldn't dare confess and ruin our friendship," words spilled out of Fred without a warning, and he couldn't stop himself. "But then you left, and I regretted not telling you how I felt. It would have been better to just let it all out and wait for your rejection than shoving it to the back of my mind and hoping it would just vanish. It never has," a heavy sigh left his lungs, his hands still cupping your face, but you stood in front of him wordlessly, staring up at him like a deer against the flashlight. "Say something, please," his pleading tone finally woke you from your trance and before he had the time to realise the vanishing gap, your lips pressed against his with the weight of over seven years' worth of heavily hidden feelings. Fred didn't need another moment to process what was happening, his arms already sneaked around your waist as you locked your own behind his neck. He kissed you back as though his life depended on your sole kiss, as though you were his air and without you, he was unable to survive. But you took the attack with the heart of a warrior, basking in his desperate attempt to make up for all those lost years, urgently needing you in his arms.

Panting for breath you finally parted, though Fred didn't let you go as he pressed his brows against you. "Woah—," he breathed, unable to create a coherent sentence just yet. A silent giggle left your lungs as you watched his blushing cheeks.

"I really never thought you liked me. Fred, I left because I was so stupidly in love with you that I couldn't handle seeing you with someone else," you confessed finally, your words making him frown.

"Why would you have seen me with someone else? I only had eyes for you," he said.

"I saw you flirting repeatedly, always with someone else, and I didn't want to see it. I couldn't watch it and I couldn't just stay your friend. I thought if I left it would help me get over these stupid feelings, but I clearly couldn't," you scoffed.

"But in our seventh year I did nothing but ran after you. I was stupidly desperate," he grimaced at the memory of his last year, running after you like a silly dog.

"I didn't realise, I could still vividly recall each and every girl you openly flirted with," you said.

"I'm so sorry," a heavy sigh left Fred's lungs.

"Don't apologise, please. After all these years, I came back because I thought I'd just put an end to this, tell you how I felt and get over these stupid feelings. But if you tell me that you still love me, how am I supposed to get over you?" a silent chuckle left your lungs.

"That's the beauty of it. You aren't," a playful grin appeared across his face. "Don't you dare– even for a second– think that I'll let you go now," he shook his head. "You made the mistake of coming back and I'm planning on making up for all those years," he didn't need your agreement, the silver lining of tears welling in your eyes and the soft smile across your face said it all. He lifted your chin and pulled you closer, closing the gap between you, this time kissing you slowly, savouring each moment his lips finally spent devouring yours. "Shoot," Fred interrupted the kiss, just as stunned as you were. "I have to go back, I left Fabian with George. It's never a good idea," he explained, earning a loud laugh from you, that sweet voice he'd been craving for so long.

Fred grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers without hesitation, before you headed back to the shop, to find Fabian hanging upside down in George's hands. "Look daddy, the shop is upside down," a comical scoff left Fred's lips, before he walked closer to his son and took him from George, shaking his head at his twin as he saw his son's heavily pink cheeks.

"Not anymore," he replied, but before he could have spoken again, Fabian interrupted.

"So, is she my new mommy then?" The little boy asked with the same mischievous grin his father wore as the question left his tiny lips.

"Erm— why don't we discuss that later?" He asked as he walked up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist whilst placing a kiss on your temple.

"She is definitely my new mommy," Fabian said as he looked at George, heavy laughter erupting from all three of you.

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koishua · 3 years

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❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞

❍ in which a misadventure as a newcomer leads you to your first ever friend in the big city of seoul.

❍ pairing: goo gunil x gn reader

❍ genre: fluff, strangers/neighbors au, non-idol au

❍ length: less than 0.600k words

❍ warnings: none

❍ author's note: hi hi xjxhb since gunil did study at berklee irl, why not in the SNU in this au 😔. the way i have tons of inspo for these boys while my other masterlists are suffering 💔

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basic knowledge of korean could only help you so far when you had only just arrived in seoul as a foreign student, ready to immerse yourself in its culture and customs in order to learn the language. currently, you are are stuck at an intersection with no hope of ever arriving at your destination— really, all you had wanted to do was find the apartment you were offered to spend the next fourteen months in. but again, your inability to map out your route, no matter the language, gave you a handicap you had not added to your pros and cons list of moving to a brand new country.

"i swear i just passed by this same convenience store a little earlier. where the heck is that place?" you scratch the nape of your neck deep in thought, frustrated over having spent at least half an hour wandering around. according to google maps, you had to take a right turn and walk straight through a small street to get to where you want to.

"are you lost?"

you jump out of your skin when you feel a presence standing some feet away from you, not having noticed his approaching footsteps from across the other side of the road. even with the mask over most of his facial features, you are still taken aback by the man.

"no," you reply, uneasy about admitting your vulnerability to a complete stranger, facing the guy who looks to be around your age, "i'm just waiting for my friend here."

he chuckles, seeing right through the small lie, "you still have the app on."

you look down at your phone screen that you had been holding at an angle that allowed him to get a full view of the map you had been scrutinizing earlier. "oh," you slide the device back in your pocket."

he adjusts his grip on his bag, "i'm gunil, studying music at SNU. i could take you to the place you're going to if you want, i happen to live right around the same place!"

you raise a brow at him, "you do?"

he nods his head, telling you his adress and sure enough, he lived two buildings away from you on the same street. "i share the place with a few other of my band mates."

"you play in a band? that's cool, what do you do?" you ask while he leads you through the road, walking beside you. he did seem like the type to be in some sort of a music group, now that you think about it— he had that very specific charm that came with it.

goo gunil, as he had elaborated further upon himself, had moved to seoul from the united states— hence, the naturalness in his voice while he spoke english with you—to pursue his dreams of making music and played the drums in his band of six.

"see? we're here! apartment number twenty is right here," he stops before the relatively tall building, "and number eighteen is there!"

he points at another cream colored building, "it's where i live, so i'll probably see you around a lot!"

"thanks for bringing me here again, gunil." you sigh in relief, perking up with another thought crossing your mind. "wait! before you go, i had a question. is it okay for me to call you that way? i totally forgot to ask you your age."

he blinks twice, processing the question before bursting into laughter, "no worries, i'm okay with it. to be honest, i also forget the formalities from time to time."

oh dear, he had a very cute laugh.

#xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes gunil #gunil x reader #gunil fluff #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes

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zodiakuroo · 4 years

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Love Thy Brother

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr

part 2 here!

But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11

Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.

Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age. He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.

And there was Touya…..

Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.

When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively. The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow. He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.

Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.

At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.

She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.

Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.

Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.

Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways

Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.

So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.

On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”

As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.

One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.

“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”

You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.

You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.

You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.

You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.

Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.

You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.

“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.

“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.

“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”

“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.

“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”

He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.

“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?” He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.

The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.

“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“No, you weren’t” he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”

There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.

“I was ah I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”

He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.

“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.

“What?” Surely you misheard him.

“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.

“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper

“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”

Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.

You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.

Wait.

You’re wet?

You’re wet.

Well screw dignity I guess.

“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”

You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”

His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.

“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”

“Dabi I-“

“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”

“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.

“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.

You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

Fucking jackpot. He thinks. This is why he loves virgins.

“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.

You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.

Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.

He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.

He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”

Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.

Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.

You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.

“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.

You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.

“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”

Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.

Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”

Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”

Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.

“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”

You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore

“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?

He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.

You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.

He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.

“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”

“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”

“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”

“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.

“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”

You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”

“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.

“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.

“Yeah close Touya-nii.”

“Hmm me too.”

“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.

“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”

The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.

As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.

“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”

“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts

“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.

“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.

“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”

“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.

“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.

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