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cina-buni · 2 years

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Ghost x fem!reader

♡A/N♡ This isn't well edited and I kinda hate this but I refuse to look at it any longer

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♡TAGS♡ angst, a lil ooc ghost, ghost calling you sick, ghost thinking that his feelings are an infection, alcohol, drunk characters, fem reader

You’re new, not new to the game- you’re far too good at what you do for that to be the case. You’re new to the task force, to the 141, to Ghost. He isn’t used to you- your mannerisms and personality are still unknown- yet there’s something off. A puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit, its edges dulled from being forced into place far too many times. The picture is worn, unrecognizable from the years. It’s not that he doesn’t trust his captain’s- Price’s- judgment. It’s just that he doesn’t trust you- or, perhaps, the real reason is that he doesn’t trust what you’re hiding. Soap seems to enjoy your presence if the flirting and playful jabs are anything to go by. Same for Gaz, who Ghost finds to gravitate towards you, pulled into your orbit by your kind demeanor and pretty eyes. Your pretty, dull eyes. A crack in the beautiful mask you wear so well. Ghost sees the fissure in the porcelain. Familiar with the broken smile you wear so well. It reveals the sick skin underneath, discolored from a disease he knows well. Grief- and the rage that comes with it.

You smile at something Gaz says, eyes crinkling as they should. A hand raises to cover your mouth as you laugh at Soap chugging his beer, the sound is perfect and wrong all at once. Ghost is in the shadows of the pub you’ve all decided to celebrate in. His eyes watch you, the beer in his hand- the one he’s had since he got here- lukewarm now. Cold eyes roam over your face, your unsteady feet, the way you lean your hand onto the bar to keep your balance. There’s a warmth to your face, cheeks flushed from the steady flow of beer that's given to you. Not that you’ve attempted to slow down. You gulp the poison down as if you have the antidote hidden in your pocket. The infection behind your mask is leaking out slowly, the smile on your face becoming duller and duller as the night goes on. Ghost watches your eyes dart to the timer on the TV above the bar, a countdown to the new year. Ten ‘til this year was over.

Another empty glass is sat down on the bar, the rim sticky with the gloss you’d smeared across your lips- a pretty pink that matched the dress you wore. The remnants of it are around your mouth, the dress now bunched and wrinkled. Soap begins to holler for the bartender to ‘give the lass another’- Gaz pulling him back before he falls over. The mask is slipping, and the only thing holding up is your hand as you desperately fight to keep the sickness at bay. The glass that’s sat in front of you is snatched up by your shaking hands, half of the amber liquid downed in one gulp. Cheers come from the men next to you, Soap’s hand clapping you on the back. You pay it no mind, the grin on your face lopsided, teeth bared.

Your eyes are pulled back to the clock, tongue licking the foam from your lips. Five minutes are left now, the new year closer than before. The hand around your glass tightens, attempting to stay the tremor there. Ghost watches you grasp for control, pushing back whatever is clawing up your throat. Something has gone wrong- so very wrong. Gaz and Soap are far too gone to notice how not-right you are. How far you’ve dropped, the alcohol making a very slippery slope. Ghost feels shockingly connected to you, to the desperation you have fighting against demons no one else can see. He understands that fight, attempting to fix what was created broken. The sickness inside of him yearns for yours- to twist together until his misery and yours are one diseased beast. He wants to be infected, finding himself far more curious about the taste of your illness on his tongue than he’d like. How sick are you? How sick is he?

Soap starts the chant first, his accent thickened and slurred from the alcohol swimming in his system. Gaz follows suit, wrapping an arm around you and Soap. A grin that looks more like a grimace appears on your face as you chant along with them, your tone off. People in the bar crowd around you, getting closer to the TV. Nine appears on the screen and you look like you’re being smothered. Eight and you’re attempting to pull yourself from Gaz. Seven, you’re fighting your way through the crowd, Gaz seemingly unfazed. You’re pushing the door open as it hits five. You’re gone before four hits. Ghost lets you leave, watching your back disappear through the door. Three, two, one, and ‘Happy New Year’ erupts from the crowd. The crowd shifts like one living being, Soap and Gaz at the very center as they shout. Ghost leans towards the table next to him, clinking his half-empty beer against the full one that's there.

It’s three in the morning by the time they’ve reached the base, Gaz and Soap slumped up against each other in the back of the jeep they’ve borrowed. Ghost leaves them there to pick themselves up, walking into base before either can call to him. The night has gone on for too long, irritation has seeped under his skin as he treads to his room. The sound of running water halts him, his head turning towards the showers. There isn’t light underneath the door. He enters, expecting to tell off whoever is in there. Instead, he sees your clothes on the bench in the locker room before the showers. Your dull eyes go through his mind. They spread in his mind like an infection- forcing him into the showers- to you. A soft, wet gasp bounces against the tiles around him.

He finds your body bent over your knees on the ground, your hands clawing at the tiled wall. Your body’s convulsing, shoulders quivering as you attempt- and fail- to quiet yourself. The dark of the room hides most of you’re body, the moon the only light in the room. He watches you for a second, watching the grief win over you. The mask has shattered, splinters lay at your feet leaving you at the mercy of your grief. He walks to you then, paying no mind to the water splashing against him. A wet choking sound leaves you as he stands next to your curled up. Your hand pushes at his shin, a weak attempt at pushing him away. Wishing he’d leave you in this rotten, wet heap of a broken girl. He sits down, completely soaked as he sets a gentle hand on your back. Through your hiccups, he hears you attempt to speak. Your lungs unable to get enough air, the sobs too powerful now. He grabs you, maneuvering you into his lap with your head under his chin. He wraps his arms tightly around you, your hands clinging onto his hoodie as a child would. He allows your grief to wash over him, swirling down into the drain with the water that runs over you both.

#ghost x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley x reader

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Katsuki and his sidekick going out for drinks to celebrate New Year's with the rest the office. They're both a bit tipsy. Both of them are pushing in their late 30s or early 40s, neither one of them in any sort of long-term committed relationships - work's always come first.

Hell, Katsuki's never even fucked anyone - sure he's wanked off and fantasized about it, but never got close enough to anyone to get to that stage.

And then his sidekick looks at him as the New Year's countdown begins, all smiles and innocently goes "You know, if neither one of us have married by the time you're 45, we should just get married instead."

And this poor man - he's absolutely flustered, blames it on the alcohol, not because his heart is doing the dokis and totally not because he's imagining them as his partner, bending them over and railing into them. He blames his sudden rush to the bathroom on needing to take a leak - totally not because he's got a raging boner and needs a right proper wank to get it down.

And fuck, ever since then, he finds himself constantly staring at them, thoughts growing more perverted as he imagines all the things he could do. He totally doesn't go out of his way to avoid dates, totally doesn't try to scare off the people interested in them. Cause he's so fucking determined for them both to stay single until he's 45.

He turns 45 and this man is sweating bullets as he takes them somewhere nice to eat, trying to think up how he's going to bring it up. He's already got the ring, not even sure if they're even interested in him like that anymore or if it really was a joke.

- ⭐️🦊

I love the idea of him just fantasising about life with you until he reaches 45, just picturing how his life with you would be once you’re married and just spending that time with you?🥺

But he starts to wonder that even if you get married, would you even want to do all those things couples are supposed to do together? Or even have sex?

And he’s already got everything planned for the day, because he sure as hell isn’t trying to find someone else when he’s so in love with you. I love the idea of like the next week or so after making this drunken pact together that he finds himself just wandering into a jewellery store and picking out a ring for you?🥺

#My first instinct was to make this angsty as FUCK haha #I’m a mess #⭐️🦊anon #Soft bakugou

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pbandjesse · 8 months

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Amazing news! The heat has come back on! It happened late this evening after we went to get some groceries. But it's not an ice box in here anymore. It's still cool, because the windows leak so much air, but it's much more comfortable.

Last night I actually slept mostly okay I wore very big fluffy hoodie my brother got me for Christmas a few years ago. It is the warmest thing for sure. Like wearing a blanket. And I did wake up cold this morning but James covered me back up and I was just fine.

I had a text from Alexi at 630 that camp was going to be closed for the day because the roads were unsafe and it was still snowing. Which was just fine with me. A free day off? Amazing.

So I slept until 9. And I felt pretty good when I woke up. I didn't want to grt out of bed but I was in a good mood and was happy to see James and Sweetp sitting in the other room. I could hear children outside laughing. James said they were the families who were attempting to sled yesterday and they were actually succeeding today. Good for them.

While I love looking at the snow, I had no desire to go outside. James would go for a very long walk around the city. And I'm glad they had fun but it was not something I wanted to do.

So after I was dressed I got cuddled up in bed with my tablet to draw. James warmed me up one of my leftover breakfast quesadillas and I had a lovely breakfast watching the world from the window and working on some drawings. I am working on my countdown project and it is just fun working on a new style.

James would leave for their walk but this was not just a fun walk through the snow. This was a walk with purpose. James was going to the bank to make the transfer for the down payment on our house. It makes me so nervous and excited I get a little nauseous. But like. That's wild! We only started this process really in October. We saw our first house on Halloween. And now we are on the eve of signing all the closing documents. It feels wild. But I'm so proud of us.

They would strike out at the first bank though. They were so busy after being closed yesterday the wait was going to be two hours. But the teller was really nice and called another branch and was able to get James in there no problem. So James's continued their walk and made the wire transfer and got the receipt and everything. And would come home before noon.

I was finishing up my drawing. And was feeling a bit tired. I was very cold. The heat was still off at this point and the space heater kept tripping and turning off. Leaving the bed felt impossible. I would just lay there and watch videos and bullshit around on my phone. I had lunch but I was just feeling. Bleh.

So eventually I decided I had to do something and I started working on the zipper pants project for my dad. Apparently he has not really been able to wear jeans since he got the prosthetic because the leg can't go over the foot. He saw a picture where someone put a zipper in the leg and that made it possible to open the zipper, put the pants on, then zip it closed. I would text him to confirm what would be more comfortable and we decided on the inside leg instead of the outside. I think it'll be easier to reach. And I cut and pinned those up. I was not up for actually sewing them because the studio was so cold but at least they are both ready to go and I'm very pleased with how they look. I will probably get those sewn up in the next week. While moving will be my first priority I will still have time. And I will get them done. And I really hope they work for him.

James would get in bed with me and they would read for a long time. And I would fall asleep. I don't think I was asleep that long. But my limbs felt heavy and weak after I woke up. James made me a peanut butter and jelly. Which did help but I was still struggling a bit.

James decided they would go to the grocery store. And I asked to come with them. Just to be out of the house for a little while.

James went down first to warm up the car. I got my shoes and my chapstick and headed down. On the drive there we discussed that Larry, the mortgage guy, sent James some documents and I was like. Why didn't I get any documents. Larry called me and I sent him an email back and he was just congratulating us and said we only need our IDs, our checkbook, the receipt from the wire transfer, and our energy and then put a smiley face and a whole bunch of exclamation points. I love how unserious everyone on our team is sometimes. Makes me feel more comfortable. I don't know why but I love that.

The grocery store was fine. We got everything we needed. We wandered around a little. We paid and headed home.

Where we found that the heat was back on and I was very excited about that.

James would take the trash down to the alley and we would start looking over the documents. We had some stress over our outstanding debts that we were able to work through understanding but it will be fine. I ended up calling my dad to explain a mistake we made but it's fixable. It also helped me sit down and work out my new budget now that we have actual numbers and I'm excited that it's $200 less then I had originally thought. So we are already doing better and I am proud of us. We will be able to have an actual emergency savings fund. And in talking to Jess we have an idea of what bank were going to use because it has a 4.5% interest. Amazing.

After going through all the house documents and making a phone call where I had to talk to a bank rep to get a new password for an account I was having trouble accessing, I was feeling good. Like the nerves are very high. But this time tomorrow we are going to have the keys to our new house??? Crazy. We will have to get the electric and gas set up in our names but I think it will go smoothly. And I'm just so excited and nervous and I have so many different feelings. It's great.

I would take a shower and asked James to please make up the bed for sleep now instead of later. Alexi sent us a text that work might be canceled again tomorrow because the roads might not be safe at camp. But my plan is to go to work in the morning. And leave with enough time to practice the commute to the final walkthrough. And then it's paperwork time. Which should take about an hour. James might go right back to work. I might go to the house and do more planning. We will just have to wait and see. I am so excited.

I love you all. Thank you for supporting me through this journey. Goodnight everyone! Until tomorrow!

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procrastinatorproject · 1 year

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Procrastinator's Kitchen Countdown - An Introduction

About 6-7 weeks to go (I hope)

When I came back from studying abroad a few years ago, I moved into a shared flat with a friend of mine. Finding housing in this city is a bit of a hassle, and her former flatmate left a few weeks before I returned, so the arrangement was perfect.

The flat is in the attic of a fairly old "Mehrfamilienhaus", i.e. a house with a number of units big enough for single people or small families. It's fifty steps down to the front door and another seven or so to get into the basement where the washing machine lives (woe is me!).

I like my flat! It was turned from a simple attic into an actual living space somewhat hastily in the 1950's, so the insulation isn't amazing, the doors and windows are fairly old, and it gets really hot in the summer. But it's a decent place to live and it's close to both the university and downtown areas. And because my previous flatmate had lived here for many, many years, the rent had stayed much lower than other places around town, where landlords could increase their ask every time the tenants changed - a frequent occurrence in a city full of students.

Then, four years ago, my friend finished her degree and moved to a different part of the country, which meant I was faced with a decision. I could get a new flatmate (not ideal, since I hate sharing living space with strangers and was really looking forward to living on my own again for a while), or I could try and find a smaller, cheaper place somewhere else in town. However, when I looked around, I realized that my current rent would get me a place about 2/3 the size of my current flat, and to pay less, I would barely get half the space or would have to move to the edges of town. So, I decided to stay and take the rent on myself. After all, it was "just for a short while" and "just until I finished my humanities degree and figured out where I'd go next".

Four years later, I am back in school, studying to get a BSc in computer science, and I'm unlikely to leave town, or even this flat, any time soon.

While I'm glad to have a little more certainty in my life (and finally allowing myself to switch to a career path that actually gives me so, so much joy was easily the best choice I made in the last decade), it also made me realize something: I was no longer in a holding pattern, uncertain whether I would be living in this place for six more months or six more years, and I could start making real plans to make this flat my home.

Which brings me to my kitchen.

My kitchen is pretty small, even by German standards. It's more than the tiny pantry kitchen I had when I first moved out to go to university, but it's still barely big enough to have two people in it at the same time and is nestled under the roof, with the slanted wall coming down to about knee height. The furniture and especially the appliances were already a student-flat-share inheritance when my former flatmate moved in over ten years ago. They got a new fridge when she arrived (the guys living here before had simply hung a bunch of their foods out the window in the winter after their old fridge broke down and apparently had been content with that), but the oven was already worn out at that point. By now, the bottom of the fridge keeps flooding, the sink is starting to leak, and the oven... well.

I have been wanting to bake more cakes and biscuits, and to really try my hand at baking bread for a while. But especially the latter requires you to have fairly good control over your oven's temperature, and for the longest time, my oven door wouldn't even close properly! It took an evening of intense pre-Christmas baking and food-prep to get it hot enough that the warped hinge finally decided to jump back into its original form with an almighty CLANG!, allowing me to close the door without leaving a small gap at the top.

So, about a year and a half ago, once I knew I was going to stay in this flat for the foreseeable future, I started toying with the idea of getting a new kitchen.

For those who don't know, if you rent a flat in Germany, it's maybe 50/50 whether it will come with a kitchen provided by the owner, or you have to bring in your own. Actually, I think having a pre-installed kitchen might be a lot less common than having one, but you can get lucky and buy the previous tenant's kitchen off them for a small fee, which might skew the general perception. Either way, my kitchen is one of the tenant-owned ones.

So, getting new applianves and furniture would fall entirely on my own head (and budget!). This would of course give me a lot of freedom to design it the way I want, but it also means I'll have to figure out what to do with it once I do I move out. I might be able to sell it to the next tenant, or I might even be able to take it with me wherever I move next. But this worry still made it very difficult for me to actually commit to the undertaking - which is one of the main reasons it has taken me until now to get there.

One thing that finally helped sway me was that any time I mentioned possibly getting a new kitchen to people who had actually been in and used the current one (my mother, my sister, my friends), their reaction pretty universally was: "Oh, thank god, finally!!" And as a Christmas/birthday present, my presents promised to chip in financially and help with planning and organizing.

And now, two years after deciding to stay in this flat and well over a year after first opening the IKEA kitchen planner, I Am Finally Doing It!

I have a fairly clear idea of what I want my new kitchen to look like, I have talked to the IKEA kitchen people about logistics and planning, I have created a dedicated section in Notion to keep track of all the cleaning, sorting, ordering, painting, buying, building, etc. I need to do, and I have a rough time frame.

I AM GETTING A NEW KITCHEN!!!

And I'm taking you all along for the ride!

#kitchen countdown #procrastinator's home projects #lili's personal adventures #long post #(this goes in the 'i promised myself not to stress so much about my posts being too long and just Going For It category 😅)#i will try to do some before and after photos at some point and i'm sure there will be floor plans #i am me after all #but it's difficult to get any good angles in the tiny kitchen and it's been a while since i properly scrubbed the floor #so we'll see how long it takes me to get pictures 😅#BUT THIS IS HAPPENING!!!#FINALLY #i am *very* scared and *very* excited!

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erght · 2 months

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Hi there, internet. Im alive.

Dont worry cs its my latest scan yet, so theres only a couple bits left.

I know it obviously sounds cringe but i just want to say please take care of yourself, do cherish your life even as bitter as it gets since you will never know when it might end.

I honestly so lost back then and i really dared god to just end myself.

Yet im actually that coward when it came onto my door.

I couldnt bear the pain nor the suffering as if a second lasted forevermore.

I couldnt sleep, i couldnt lay still nor walk cs my legs gave up to even try to stood still, i couldnt control my breath, it didnt even felt like theres an air taking in, i urinate blood shot, the pain rendered me so numb i couldnt even control whats leaking out from it, i couldnt process anything i forced myself to eat, its like whatever im taking in was clogged and never went through no matter how long the time has passed, i even felt more relief throwing it all up along the blood clot that i didnt even know happening inside my stomach. i couldnt feel an inch of what i know was my body except the pain that kept reminding me that im still conscious enough to even think as if god was telling me you get what you asked for so now show me.

I couldnt bear hearing my parents woes screaming at the medics to transplant whatever i need from them when they refused to act without further checkups on my body. I couldnt bear hearing them cry saying why cant it be them instead over and over and over that tore my heart to shreds im so sick of it.

I couldnt bear knowing my parents spent their whole fortune to save a life that i so easily throw away just cause.

Worse that i couldnt end myself anymore knowing everything had done to safe this very life that was mine.

And i dont think its only mine at this point.

I dont know how long of whats left of me; they said even if my body able to stop making more of these, it wont ignore the damage on the tissue that was caused from their previous ones. All i could do was giving it time and ease the work that it might need to heal. Worst case it doesnt recover and led to an organ failure, where i could start the countdown since a transplant would only mean a meager of bought time.

And god doesnt seem finished yet; cs now i got myself indebted to the people that holds me dear, i got myself an actual stable job in a company that took care of me and my future (if i get that far) family akin to what my dad did, i got myself cleared from various things that would have troubled me prior all this, and more as if god is trying to test me still with whatever he wanted from me.

Welp i think i should stop it here cs i kept editing it over and over and i felt like some are better to be kept private, but i just want to share this bit so that maybe others like me who might read this would be more kind to themself and cherish whatever theirs with their own ways.

And maybe the fact that you cant refuse the love others gave you no matter how you refuse it with all your might. You might not love yourself but others do, and they love you more than you do, than you ever will give yourself to. You might not realize that you are loved until you are forced to realize that you are loved by things you refused to acknowledge your whole life in denial to.

So please live; cs maybe there will be a time where its our turn to be there for someone else or someone we love when the time comes, or at least thats what i wanna do if i ever get to be one after experiencing all of this.

Or maybe im just dumb and this is yet another bullshit that only i can relate to.

#Its been two years since

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otakutemmiebooks · 1 year

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Currently listening to, The Sky Blues by Robbie Couch

Sky’s small town turns absolutely claustrophobic when his secret promposal plans get leaked to the entire school in this witty, “earnest, heartfelt” (Becky Albertalli, New York Times bestselling author), and ultimately hopeful debut novel for fans of What if it’s Us? and To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before .

Sky Baker may be openly gay, but in his small, insular town, making sure he was invisible has always been easier than being himself. Determined not to let anything ruin his senior year, Sky decides to make a splash at his high school’s annual beach bum party by asking his crush, Ali, to prom—and he has thirty days to do it.

What better way to start living loud and proud than by pulling off the gayest promposal Rock Ledge, Michigan, has ever seen?

Then, Sky’s plans are leaked by an anonymous hacker in a deeply homophobic e-blast that quickly goes viral. He’s fully prepared to drop out and skip town altogether—until his classmates give him a reason to fight back by turning his thirty-day promposal countdown into a school-wide hunt to expose the e-blast perpetrator.

But what happens at the end of the thirty days? Will Sky get to keep his hard-won visibility? Or will his small-town blues stop him from being his true self?

(Sorry I've been in a reading slump)

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aguzziadventure · 1 year

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Day 1: The Sprint to Plymouth

Just 14 days before setting off, the Guzzi decided to play its first card - a misbehaving bevel box. I had a rear tire covered in diff oil. Not exactly a minor hiccup, and definitely a potential journey-ender.

The quest for salvation led me to a packed-to-the-rafters garage in Ruthin, where a Ducati specialist agreed to throw me a lifeline. Our savior? A second-hand bevel box, sent over from Italy. The thing about relying on international postage, though, is it turns your life into an episode of 'FedEx Roulette'. Thankfully, the part arrived in time, got fitted, albeit untested, and I collected the bike a mere three days before D-Day.

The ride back seemed promising... until the newcomer also started to leak. Desperate hope led me to convince myself that it was simply due to an overfill and the oil was just settling. Cue an anxious countdown to departure, testing and re-testing, praying for the leak to slow down. So much for my grand plans of a calm and thoroughly prepped send-off.

Left with only a few hours to make final bike adjustments, I learned a vital lesson. Pre-trip panic is a recipe for disaster - like leaving a spanner attached to the inner rear wheel arch. Spotted it at a service station 120 miles later, after a luckily timed service-interval-light stop. Imagine that coming loose on the motorway - potentially fatal and something I'd rather not envision.

Despite these hiccups, the ride to Plymouth wasn't all gloom and doom. The bevel box was holding up, but an unsettling metallic pinging started to echo at high speeds. Forum scrolling led to multiple diagnoses, with the severity scale swinging wildly between 'meh, it's fine' to 'it's the end of the world!'. An anxious night ahead, I feared.

A coffee stop at Hummingbird Cafe in Hereford lightened the mood a bit. Nice little place, nestled in what looked like a refurbished 80s arcade. Met a fellow rider who shared some insider info on local roads worth a spin.

My Plymouth retreat was the luxurious Boringdon Hall. Starving for a good night's sleep and mouth-watering grub, I traded in the upcoming weeks of instant noodles and sachet coffee for a taste of their Michelin star offerings. A bit awkward, admittedly, dragging my roll-top bag through the opulent lobby in my road-weary gear. Despite the polite, if somewhat strained, smiles of the staff, I was gently nudged towards the idea of room service.

A dip in the infinity pool (short-lived when I misplaced my swim shorts!) and a satisfying dinner at the Mayflower Restaurant - sea trout, chard, samphire, and parmesan truffle fries - took the edge off the day's tribulations. The surprise star of the evening? A humble appetizer of fresh focaccia and beetroot butter.

The evening ended with a shared moment of camaraderie with a barman, a fellow rider. He tried to find the elusive 10mm spanner I needed to tinker with my bike - the one tool I’d forgotten. Alas, it wasn't to be. I guess one restless night wouldn't hurt, right?

#moto guzzi #road trip #motocamping #pyrenees mountains

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ace-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Those Good Days Passed | Chapter 2

| Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader |

A/N: Hello again, friends! As you can see, I’ve made a new writing blog! Long story short, I didn’t realize that most of Tumblr’s tools can only be utilized on one’s main blog, so I decided to separate my writing completely and make this! Hopefully, this will help out with some house cleaning stuff in the future! Thanks for your support and understanding - yall literally made me blush when you started asking for a taglist on the first chapter! That is all :)

Summary: First days can be hard, especially when you work with Eddie Munson and your little cousin comes in with some strange requests.

Contents & Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader is over 18, Multichapter Fic, Reader rides a motorcycle, MINORS DNI

Previous Chapter: Cabin in the Woods

Word Count: 4.3K

Chapter Two - First Days & Final Countdowns

The sun was barely making its way through the trees when the birds started chirping outside your window. The cabin was great. It was cool in the daytime with the aid of a bunch of box-style air conditioning units that only made weird sounds half the time they were on, and it was warm at night either because you had a fire going or the heat from the day hadn’t entirely burnt off yet. Truly, you couldn’t have asked for a better place to stay the summer.

It also helped that the cabin was free.

Nevertheless, you genuinely enjoyed staying there, especially when you were a kid and the leaking pipe in the bathroom wasn’t your responsibility to fix while your uncle was away. Seriously, why did he leave you in charge, knowing he had a leaky pipe?

As the bird's song grew to the point where you couldn’t ignore it any longer, you sat up in bed with a groan. All that driving and running around yesterday had really done a number on you. Not to mention how Dustin and his older sailor friend had peer pressured you into eating way too much shitty fast food from the cafeteria. It was delicious at the time, but now you just felt sluggish. Which was a problem because during all the commotion of getting a job, meeting Dustin’s new friends, then having to cart him all the way back home after he dragged you out to the highest point in Hawkins to set up his ‘miracle of science’ that would allow him to talk to his ‘totally real and not made up’ girlfriend, you had completely forgotten to set the alarm to get up for work.

9:07

That damn alarm was taunting you with its stupid bright red letters as you scrambled to throw on some clothes, narrowly avoiding falling onto the floor as your legs got caught in your jeans. Luckily, you had just enough sense last night to throw your bike keys onto the hook before drifting off to dreamland, so there was no need for a search and rescue mission between couch cushions. It saved you a bit of time not having to look for them, but that didn’t mean you weren’t barreling down the quaint little Hawkin’s roads trying to make it to work on time.

To your surprise, when you had finally made it to Tape World’s doors sporting your sleek new blue employee vest, the place was still locked up. With eyebrows raised, you took a second to check your watch.

9:30

You weren’t early, but you weren’t late either, so where was Eddie? You peaked inside, but no dice. Was he late?

After another minute or two, you built up the courage to knock on the closed glass doors. Maybe he was just in the back organizing a few things and forgot you were coming?

“Eddie?” You tried calling out, thinking that maybe he had heard the knocking and assumed it was just an over-eager customer trying to beg their way into an early store entry.

“Yes?” His voice answered, only it wasn't where you expected it to be. Nope! Instead of being in the store, he was standing right behind you. You hadn’t even heard him until he was right up on you.

“Holy shit-” You gasped before letting out a laugh as he threw up his hands like you had somehow also surprised him.

“Woah! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I probably should have announced myself, huh?” He was quick to apologize. “I got here early, so I thought I would just go ahead and grab us those breakfast sandwiches I talked about yesterday.”

It was at that point you finally noticed the two decently sized tinfoil-wrapped squares he was holding in his left hand. How sweet. He had grabbed you breakfast for your first day. You almost wished he had taken you with him though so you could have had a chance to meet some more people your age. It was a little embarrassing that you had to rely on your little cousin and his surprising number of older friends to keep you company through the summer. Nevertheless, you took the breakfast sandwich that was offered to you with a quick but genuine thank you.

Shortly after that, the doors were unlocked, and the two of you were using that same glass display case he had hopped over yesterday as a makeshift breakfast table. The sandwich was…nice, in a greasy comfort food sort of way. Definitely not a well-balanced breakfast, but it was still a decent way to start the morning, especially because you hadn’t had time to grab anything to eat in your rush out the door. It also helped that the sandwich was free. Couldn’t complain about free food.

The register was next on the agenda after the quick meal, and damn, was that stupid thing way more complicated than it needed to be. You had to press like fifteen buttons just for one sale to go through, and that was if they decided to pay in cash. Checks and credit were an entirely different beast, and by the end of Eddie’s miniature crash course, you were beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“Now you’re looking at me like I’ve got three heads,” Eddie remarked with a lopsided grin, referencing the conversation you two had had only a day prior.

You dropped your head forward between your shoulders in defeat, laughing at yourself for a moment. Working the cash register truly couldn’t be that hard. It just had a learning curve, right? Maybe after a few sales, you’d be an expert. You were usually pretty good at picking up things like this, but for some reason, it just wasn’t clicking at the moment.

“Oh, trust me, by the end of the day, I’m going to make this register my bitch.” Perhaps it was false confidence, but you figured you’d at least be somewhat proficient with it by closing time, and if you weren't, nobody could say that you just laid down and took it.

“Those are some bold words coming from someone who just tried to charge me six hundred dollars for a cassette.” Eddie snarked, ripping the mock receipt from the top of the register and holding it out for you to read.

Sure enough…

$600

“Oh, come on! I just forgot to add a decimal!” You groaned, snatching the receipt and chucking it into the garbage. “Give me another one! I swear I got it this time.” The determination to get this right was practically flowing through your veins at this point, but Eddie was already making his way back towards the front of the store.

“As much as I would love to watch you struggle some more, we’ve gotta open in less than a minute.” The keys jangled around loudly in his hand as he swung them around a few times before inserting them into the lock. “Better luck next time, Henderson!” He announced loudly as he pulled the door open with a dramatic flair.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. The guy was like a walking cartoon character. All long and lanky limbs, flailing about like a medieval fool. It was ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous though was that it was actually starting to grow on you.

“Mark my words, Munson!” You tried to sound serious as he approached the counter again, but you broke as he leaned forward into your space.

“Go on,” He prompted, big brown eyes staring right back down into yours as a smirk pulled at his lips.

You hesitated for a moment. You knew what you wanted to say, but it was like the words had gotten lost on their way out. Your mouth fell open, but just as you were about to speak, Eddie leaned forward again.

“Oh? What will she say?! I'm quivering in anticipation!” And he did. Quiver that it is. Hell, he practically shook his whole body. He even brought his arms up to his chest before covering his cheeky grin with both ring-clad hands.

“Go to hell,” You scoffed jokingly, rolling your eyes again before pushing the big dufus away like you would somehow remember to function if you got your personal space back.

“Oh, I’ve been, sweetheart.” Eddie claimed, then leaned over the glass counter like he was about to whisper something of the utmost importance, “and they named me king!”

It was dumb. He was dumb, but he still made you laugh. Harder than you had laughed in months, actually. There was just something so endearing about the way he held himself and galavanted around like he didn’t have a care in the world. Maybe he didn’t, but you seriously doubted that. Nevertheless, the guy was funny, and you really had to hand it to him.

Just as you were about to say something extremely well thought out and definitely not the first thing that came to mind, the door chime dinged. It was…Dustin? What was he doing at the mall so early? Especially after the night you two had had.

“Do you have anything educationally Russian in here?” He asked, and wow, that was a sentence you never thought you’d hear from your little cousin, but at this point, you really shouldn't have been shaken by anything he said anymore. The kid was weird, but the good kind.

“I’m sorry?” Eddie answered, squinting his eyes and jutting his head forward in utter confusion, and to be honest, you had half a mind to do the same.

“Why do you need something educationally Russian?” You paused for a moment to think back. It wasn’t a new band. It definitely didn't have anything to do with D&D. Maybe he was researching that little Russian girl that had been roaming around Hawkins around the same time as that Byers kid went missing? But why now?

“No time for questions. I’ve already wasted enough time waiting till morning. I really need this now, so do you have it or not?” The impatience was practically dripping from Dustin’s voice.

Till morning?

“Dustin, is this why you were acting so weird last night?” You accused, folding your arms across your chest and fixing him with a look. Dustin’s demeanor immediately changed. He stood up straighter, and his eyes flicked from Eddie, back to you, then around the store, before finally settling on you again.

“Weird?” He scoffed, “I wasn’t acting weird. Why do you think I was acting weird?” Dustin was definitely acting weird. He had practically been silent the whole way home. At first, you thought that maybe it was because his totally real girlfriend hadn’t answered his many, many calls, but now with him asking about Russian tapes, you just knew that something was up.

“C’mon, kid. You know you can talk to me.” He used to come to you for everything, but the time apart had done a number on your relationship. Still, the two of you were close, and no amount of time could ever change that.

Dustin’s face contorted slightly as he thought about it. It took him a moment to come to a final decision, but when he did, his eyes flicked over to Eddie.

“It’s okay. He’s cool, aren’t you, Munson?” You reassured, throwing a hand up to pat Eddie on the shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally cool. The coolest.” Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest, nodding in agreement but still looking completely lost at what was happening. You couldn’t blame him though; even you felt like you were falling behind a bit.

Despite all that, Dustin still beckoned the two of you closer, looking cautiously around the store like he had done before. You and Eddie acquiesced, leaning down into his space to hear him out. It was then, in a quiet voice, he said,

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication.”

Well, that was the second thing you never thought you’d hear from your little cousin, but it looked like today was just chock full of surprises.

“You intercepted a secret Russian communication?” Eddie repeated slowly, his eyes wide, as he took a moment to glance over at you, but Dustin was already snapping at him.

“Don’t say it so loud! You’re going to attract attention to us! We don’t know who could be listening!” The kid practically shouted in a hushed voice, dragging you two closer into a huddle while throwing nervous glances over his shoulder to ensure Eddie hadn't outed you all.

“Dustin- Relax. There’s no one in the store.” You tried to soothe, but he still seemed skittish.

“Do you have the tapes or not?” He asked quietly after a breath, keeping his eyes closed this time.

Unfortunately, you had only been working at Tape World for a little over two hours at that point, so you had absolutely no clue if you had what Dustin was asking for. Eddie, on the other hand, had the place practically memorized by now, and with only a few short minutes of him sweeping through various tape-filled aisles with his tongue poking out slightly in an effort to stay focused, he came back with a handful of ‘Russian for Dummies’ tapes.

Almost immediately, Dustin was shoving them into his bag and trying to head toward the door. You, of course, went to stop him, but Eddie beat you to the punch.

“Woah, woah, woah, little gremlin. You gotta pay for those.” There was no malice in his voice, but he was beginning to sound a bit exasperated by your cousin's eccentric behavior, and as much as you loved him, you really couldn’t blame Eddie for being a bit vexed.

Without a word, Dustin shot you a pleading look. You had the money to cover him, but you were also really hoping to use said money for something other than a beginner's guide to Russian.

“How do you even plan on translating this secret message? It's not like you can just pick up a language from listening to a few guides.” You prodded, hoping it might knock some sense into him, but this was Dustin, so it didn’t.

“I can’t, but Robin can,” Dustin explained. “She’s got magic ears from band. She's already got a few words translated from just the recording and a dictionary. With this,” he held up his bag with the tapes, “she’ll be unstoppable.”

“Hold on. Rewind. You got Buckley translating this?” Eddie questioned, which seemed to surprise Dustin.

“You know Robin?”

“Yeah, we’re both in band. Which means,” Eddie took a finger and tapped the side of his head. “I’ve got magic ears too. I can help.”

As enthralling as this all was, it was only a matter of time before someone else came waltzing through the doors and ruined the secrecy of the conversation. You relayed that to the group, but Eddie and Dustin seemed more interested in bickering back and forth on whether the metal head was worthy enough to help in his quest to become a Hawkins- no, an American Hero. However, almost on cue, a small group of young girls entered the store, followed closely by a larger group of adults, possibly their parents, so you all were forced to decide on a game plan.

“Fine,” Eddie conceded, “You take the tapes to the sound wizard, and during our lunch break, we will meet you at…”

“Scoops Ahoy.” Dustin finished, and Eddie suddenly looked distraught.

“Scoops? As in the Scoops Ahoy where Scarrington works?” Munson practically groaned.

“Look- do you want to help or not?” Dustin remarked shortly. Eddie huffed at the display before giving a curt nod.

“Fine. Fine. We’ll reconvene at Scoops and decipher this stupid message. Clear?”

And Dustin was practically out the door as he called back, “Clear!”

What the fuck had just happened?

Secret Russian communications? Magic ears? Either you had gotten boring while you were away, or Hawkin’s had become a lot more exciting.

That didn’t exactly matter at the moment though, because despite the promise of a grand adventure come lunchtime, you still had to work for at least the next couple of hours. Thankfully though, as soon as Dustin left, things really seemed to pick up. Between the group of young girls and their parents, the pack of jocks, and the small group of young teenage boys you could have sworn you had seen before, there was barely any time to think about the insane conversation you had just had.

That being said, the closer it got to your lunch break, the more anxious you felt. It wasn’t a pit in your stomach type of anxiety though. No, it was more of a something exciting is about to happen kind, which was only exacerbated every time there was a lull in the customer load, and Eddie would drift back over to you and start speaking to you in a horrible Russian accent.

“Is zis not ze tape you are looking for, Keptin?” Seriously, it was like he was mimicking Checkov from Star Trek. Wait. That was exactly what he was doing!

“Are you saying I look like William Shatner?” You questioned with a laugh, plucking the cassette he was holding out to you. “Because personally, I like to think that I give off more Bones vibes. I even took a first aid course last semester.”

“She knows Star Trek too? Be still my beating heart!” Eddie commanded jokingly before throwing his head back and clutching his chest like he might faint.

“Oh, Ha Ha.” You scoffed before pushing him out of the way. “You’re so funny, Eddie. You should audition for Saturday Night Live! The crowd would just love you.” The sarcasm was practically dripping from your voice as you popped the cassette Eddie had handed you into the player.

As the rocking synths of Separate Ways by Journey filled the little store and the patrons slowly filtered out, you helped Munson prepare to momentarily close up shop. It was only some minor organizing and making sure that the register was locked and the amounts were correct, but by the time you two were finished, you were practically vibrating.

It had been so long since you had a proper adventure. Sure, there was the very real possibility that Dustin was completely overreacting and the Secret Russian Communication was just somebody messing with him last night, but for now, you wanted to keep your hopes up.

Eddie seemed less than convinced but just as enthusiastic as he flicked off the lights and held the door open for you.

“What a gentleman,” You teased, and instead of rolling his eyes or tensing up, he doubled down on the act of chivalry, bowing his head, and extending a hand out to beacon you forward.

“Of course, m’lady. Only the best for the co-ruler of Tape World.” He stated, dropping his voice an octave like he was trying to imitate a knight or something else heroic.

“Oh? I’ve already been promoted to co-ruler?” You questioned with a quiet laugh as Eddie locked the door to your little kingdom.

“Oh, yeah. Just wait until you can work the cash register, then you’ll really have some power. I might even let you choose the music one day, princess.” How was he such a nerd yet such a charmer all at the same time?

“Yeah, yeah, your highness,” You rolled your eyes, trying to look annoyed instead of flattered, “Less chatting, more walking! We got a quest to complete.”

And with that, the two of you set out for Scoops Ahoy. It was a long and perilous two-minute walk, but somehow you both made it relatively unharmed. There had been a close call with a spontaneously combusting milkshake, but you still managed to make it to Scoops alive and clean.

Surprisingly though, when you arrived, there was no one at the counter. There were customers eating, so they had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps in the back?

DING DING DING DING

The sharp sound made you jump. You looked around to find the source, and it was Eddie, slapping the service bell around like it had insulted him.

“Jesus, Eddie! What is wrong with you?!” You grabbed his wrist to stop him from ringing the bell again, but it was too late. The little wooden window behind the counter swung open with more velocity than you thought was possible, and standing there, looking at you, was Steve Harrington.

“What?!” The sailor snapped before realizing who you were. “Oh. It’s you! We’ve been waiting for you all-“ but Dustin pushed his way into view, effectively cutting Harrington off.

“Hurry up and get in here!” Your cousin commanded before slamming the window shut again with a loud Clack!

For a second, you and Eddie just stood there looking at each other. What the hell were you two getting yourselves into? Still, you eventually made your way past the counter, and before you could even knock, Dustin flung the door open and pulled you both inside.

“Woah, cool it, Gollum!” Eddie hissed, brushing himself off after the door was slammed closed again.

The room was small. Well, it was the same size as Tape World’s backroom, but with what could only be described as a translation station, it seemed a lot smaller.

There were Russian characters on a whiteboard, and a girl was sitting at a table, sprawled over a piece of paper with about a sentence worth of translations on it. That wasn’t the only one though. There had to be at least a dozen sheets with various Russian words scribbled all over them next to her. She must be the one with the magic ears.

“Alright! Just so everyone is up to speed. Eddie, this is Steve. Steve, this is Eddie. Robin and Eddie already know each other, but Robin doesn’t know my cousin, so uh… this is her,” Dustin introduced weakly before picking up the recorder on the table.

“This is the Russian communication I intercepted with Cerebro last night. So far, we’ve got ‘the week is long, the silver cat feeds.’ According to Robin, we’ve got about half of the message, but there’s some tricky words at the end we’re still trying to figure out.”

“The message also makes zero sense, so we think it’s coded.” Robin threw in at the end before giving you a tight-lipped smile and a small wave. “The tapes have helped a bit, but most of its conversational, and these Russian dudes sound like they’re just saying random stuff.”

As Dustin played the tape, you tried your best to listen for any familiar words, but alas, you didn’t know a lick of Russian. Eddie, however, was doing that thing with his tongue again, so he must have been onto something.

After a few minutes of replaying the message over and over again, Eddie snatched up the Russian dictionary and furiously flipped through the pages. “I think he’s saying colors in the middle. Play it again.”

Finally, he settled on a page and showed Robin as the message was repeated once more. Sure enough, it was a match. As Buckley scribbled the corresponding words up on the board, he went to play the message again.

This time, it was Robin who caught on first. For a while, it was just the two of them bouncing dialogue off of each other, but somehow, at the very end, you managed to guess a word or two.

By the end of lunch, the message was mostly deciphered, but it still made no sense.

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.”

“Maybe it's some sort of Russian lullaby? I swear that music in the background sounds familiar.” Steve tried but was almost immediately shut down again.

“Yeah, Harrington. I’m sure the Russians are planning to sing our government to sleep so they can stage an overnight Coup d’état.” Eddie remarked, rolling his eyes as he started for the door. “C’mon, Henderson. We’re already late.”

“Sorry, guys! Maybe we’ll think of something tomorrow? How hard could a top-secret encoded message be to decipher?” You were trying to stay positive, but the thought of this all being for nothing was really starting to get to you.

With one last wave to the Scoops Troop, you and Eddie were out the door and shuffling your way back towards Tape World.

“How long were we in there? We definitely blew past our lunch break,” Eddie snorted, making you glance up towards the giant clock that hung in the food court.

As you marked the time, you couldn’t help but notice the color of the clock's hands. “Huh, funny. It’s the same colors from the message. Blue and Yellow.”

“Spooky! Maybe the evil Russians are working to take over Starcourt mall! Those bastards!” Eddie teased, shaking his fist in the air like he was actually upset.

“Oh, shut up, Munson. I just thought it was a funny coincidence.” It was bizarre, but you could just be seeing patterns where there were none at all. Nevertheless, you decided to leave the mystery-solving until tomorrow and focus on figuring out that damn register for the time being. Still…

“When blue meets yellow in the west.”

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Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story when y/n is the crazy one and kidnaps Bakugo. Tysm ! -meena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, cursing, mental illness, blood, abuse, drugs, etc.

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A/N: Hmm this is a different turn of events. I love it 👀 I hope you enjoyed anon! I went a little wild with this one.

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“Dear Katsuki,

I watched you save a civilian on television today. I know it’s your job and all, but you did not have to save her. Her life is not as important as mine. Do you not cherish what we have? Am I just a nobody to you? This is my 103rd letter to you and still no response. I know your address did not change so do not give me that pathetic excuse, Katsuki Bakugo. Surely, you must remember we are soulmates. We are one. How dare you fucking forget me? I had to rip all of my posters down in a fit of rage. You know how angry that makes me, baby, but it will all be okay, because you are coming home to me. We will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

You burst into a fit of giggles as you kick your bare feet back and forth on his bed. You wrote in black ink and covered the paper in orange hearts since it is the pro-hero’s favorite color. You could not help but leave precious lipstick kisses on the page. Something you always do in your love letters to Katsuki. The posters in your house are covered in them. Katsuki’s beautiful face is just so kissable. You cannot wait to do it tonight.

All you can think about is Katsuki. That is all your day consists of. Your clothing is all his merchandise and his favorite colors. You spend hours upon hours watching interviews, videos, surveillance footage of the hero. When he is out on patrol, you do your best to hide in areas so you can see the hero up close and personal. Your face just beams with joy at the mere glance of him.

You did your best to meet him several times. Any disaster there was to be had, you put on your nicest attire, do your make-up just how you think he likes, and have your hair freshly done. No better way to greet your significant other after hero work than looking like a beauty pageant queen.

Sadly, all your attempts were failures. Katsuki did not even give you the time of day. He is way too focused on beating the villains to a pulp. You did admire this about him, but your own selfish desires created hatred in you. He should be paying attention to you. Not those pesky villains.

Katsuki is sure to receive forty-five letters addressing the issue. All that he will never even skim over. This is only adding fuel to the fire.

The posters that hang in every single room in your apartment are ripped to shreds. Pools of tears covered your orbs, smudging all of your makeup. You climbed onto your black sofa, taking your left high heel and breaking the glass photo of Katsuki hanging there. Shards of glass sprinkle the couch and hardwood floor below. You don't even care for the pieces that collected into your skin. You will worry about that later.

“Fuck you, Katsuki!” You sobbed, ripping his face with your teeth and spitting out the saliva covered photo onto the litter filled floor.

“Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite saves another civilians life yet again, taking down another member of the league of villains who was terrorizing the victim.”

The news anchor’s words fell on deaf ears as you went to the television screen. You are captivated by your significant other’s beauty on the tv. Blood leaked from your freshly manicured hands. They are painted orange and black as always.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you sighed with a smile, tracing a heart around his face with your leaking blood, “we will be together soon. I promise, baby. I’ll take you away from this sick, cruel world so we can live happily ever after.”

You were serious that day. You planned it on your calendar. The countdown began on the night you are going to be one with Katsuki. A day you knew you both looked forward to.

“Dear Katsuki,

Did you miss me? I know I missed you. I even stamped this letter in my blood so you can have my DNA to mix with yours. I can’t wait to procreate with you. We will make such wonderful babies, don’t ya think? They will be so beautiful like you. I will be such an excellent mother. No woman can be a great wife to you like I can. Do you understand me?”

You had to pause writing as your blood started to boil at the thought. Your pen is already creating a huge ink spot from the anger consuming your hands. Small growls escaped your parted lips as you began to growl.

“If I can’t have you, no one can, Katsuki Bakugo. I am your one true love. You're one and only. And I’ll make sure that day comes. Just a few more days, baby, and we will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

The day finally came. You knew Katsuki’s schedule by heart. You loved watching him do his morning routines with the security cameras you placed in his home. The poor male never even thought to check. Such a mistake on his part. It only confirmed he needed protection from the world. Only you can provide that. Sure, you may be quirkless, but no one knows Katsuki like you do. No one can love him like you. He knows this. He has to.

You drew a luke-warm bubble bath with nice lit candles, rose pedals, a few drops of your blood, and some freshly made desserts for you both to enjoy while you catch up. You are even so kind enough to fetch him a beer or two so he can relax. You know how he enjoys his alcoholic beverages after a long day of hero work.

You rested on his bed. The natural caramel scent engulfed your nostrils as you wrote letters into your notebook once more. Even when you two are officially together forever, you still love to write out your thoughts. You know he enjoys them as well.

Hours upon hours passed. Frustration arose overtime. You did not want to be angry with your spouse, but he knows better than to be home late on your special day. You have almost filled up your notepad with phrases upon phrases of ‘I love you’s’ and sweet nothings. Along with other things.

You tapped your bandages covered foot on the ground as you began to pace. “What is taking him so long?” You huffed aloud, growing more impatient by each passing second. The bath is beginning to become cold and that is just rude in your opinion. You decided to write out your emotions.

“Dear Katsuki,

What the fuck is taking you so long, huh? It’s so fucking aggervating and just plain rude. I have done so much for you only to toss me to the side like I’m nothing. Are you cheating on me? I do not tolerate disrespect, Katsuki Bakugo. You are going to make me mean and you know I hate being mean to you. You just make me jealous, baby. You know how you do that to me. Make me feel all types of emotion I can’t seem to understand, but one thing is for certain is that you and I will be together.

Sincerely,”

You did not even get to finish your final entry as you hear the front door downstairs unlock. Scrambling to put the diary away, you gather the necessary items from under the bed and wait for the perfect moment to strike. Katsuki’s natural loud ways was helping you locate his every move without even having to look at security footage.

All you have to do is be patient.

Katsuki sat on the couch, propping his sock-covered feet onto the glass coffee table and turning on the television. You allowed him some moments to get settled before gently tip-toeing down the stairs, rope, duct tape, and a blunt object ready in hand.

Just as Katsuki turned to acknowledge your presence, the crowbar hit his head, knocking him unconscious. You quickly attend to his wound — not without dropping some droplets of blood into his — so it does not get offended. You cannot have your husband getting an infection.

You tie up his hands and legs, duct tape his mouth after delivering kisses to his perfectly plump lips, and drag him to the kitchen. You did not realize how much your lover really weighed. Too much time was wasted dragging him to the fridge than preferred, but it will all be worth it in the end. You know it will be.

Katsuki did not wake up until the next day. You stayed by his side the whole time, telling him about your day and how much you have planned for you two. Of course, he needs to build his trust with you. You love a very intelligent man and the last thing you need is for him to be against you.

Slowly opening his crimson eyes, his attention is brought to a grinning you. Katsuki immediately attempts to escape the captivity he is in, but it is no use. You just had to buy special rope that cancels quirks.

“Struggle all you want, Katsuki-poo. There is no escaping me.” You chuckled, loving the way he squirmed and furrowed his eyebrows at you. All of his curses are mumbled by the tape which is probably the best considering you did not want to be insulted right now.

“When you calm down, I’ll take off the tape.” You bargained, shrugging nonchalantly as you kneel in front of the man. Did this calm him down? No. You know it wouldn’t regardless. You know Katsuki better than he knows himself yet you already want to push his buttons. The way he gets so angry turns you on and you can’t just help yourself but want more.

After a couple of hours of Katsuki complaining and you writing even more in your diary, he decided to calm down. This made you happy. You wanted to hear his beautiful gruff voice.

Grabbing the corner of the tape, you rip it off. Katsuki is already barking insults. “Are you fucking insane? Who the hell even are you? This isn’t going to end well with you, you psycho bit—“

A hard slap to his face interrupted Katsuki’s spill. Along with the duct tape you placed back on his mouth. “Such a meanie,” you pout, “and here I was about to be so nice to you.”

This cycle repeated itself for three days. You never left his side once. How could you? He is obviously in distress. He needs you by his side. He cannot do anything without you. Especially with his hands tied behind his muscular back. Katsuki finally decided that playing the game is the only way to win it.

You ripped the tape off once again. Katsuki did not even speak this time. “Did you learn your lesson?” You quizzed with an arched brow. “Y’know being a meanie is not going to get you anywhere, Katsukikins.”

“Why are you doing this?” Katsuki inquired, his gruff voice sounding so weak and hollow. You almost felt bad.

“You’re so silly, Suki. C’mon,” you brought your lips close to his, “gimme a kiss.”

Reluctantly, Katsuki did as instructed. Considering you are straddling his lap and his powers are useless, he has no choice in the matter. You loved the compliance.

“Good boy.” You praised, ruffling his messy blonde hair. Katsuki glared at you. “Will you be good and eat some food for me?”

“I don’t want your stupid ass food.” Katsuki growled, laying his head against the bottom freezer of his fridge.

“Nonsense, Suki.” You giggled, feeling extremely joyful to be with Katsuki. You bring a spoon of Miso soup up to his closed lips, “have some. I blew on it so it’s not too hot.”

“Get that trash away from me, you idiot—“ Katsuki was interrupted by a spoon entering his mouth. Though he would hate to admit this, the soup tasted delicious and he is quite hungry. He put up a fight, but allowed you to feed him properly until every drop was gone. Unfortunately, Katsuki is unaware that the soup is drugged until it’s too late.

His body began to feel numb. He did not even have the strength to ask questions as his eyes became drowsy. Soon, he is slumped over, sound asleep as you manage to drag him up the stairs and into your shared bed.

Planting kisses all over structures, you tuck him in and finish some late night entries in your diary. Skimming through them all and reflecting on how you got here now, it made you smile. Progress has been made and will continue to do so.

Signing off on the final page, you write:

“Dear Katsuki,

These past three days have been exhilarating. I see it in your terrified eyes how happy you are that I am here. I know how much you missed me. I missed you, too, baby. We will continue to grow and soon, we will have children. I even have my menstrual cycle all planned out. I am all yours and you’re all mine. Can’t you see, baby doll? We are forever meant to be.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

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loomis-maxima · 4 years

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a/n : this is... pure filth and i’m not even sorry, im also sleep deprived so if it sucks, my bad. word count : 4k requested : yes and no warnings : 18+ only/ mentions of drugs/threesome/unprotected sex/name calling yk.. all the good stuff. [ty to @anongirl007 for brainstorming shit w me]

It was known that Chishiya and Niragi were both men that liked getting what they wanted, and they both knew exactly how to get it. The problem with that is they’re both so similar, but so different. Niragi would use his placement in the Militans and his twisted love for inflicting fear, pain and murder on anyone that would get in his way or try and stop him from having what he truely desired. _______________ Almost nothing was worse than the feeling of entering a game that was literally based on luck. Even with such a simple task to pick between 3 pills. One, that will kill you the second you take it. The other two.. Not as bad. Separated from your game partners, you stared down at three simple pills on top of a simple desk. That’s all that was in the room, besides the door to get out. You assumed Niragi and Chishiya’s rooms looked similar. The thoughts of taking the wrong pill and having your life ended, sent fear through your whole body, but there was a feeling of adrenaline that rushed through you too. Maybe that explained the current.. situation.. That you had gotten yourself into with Niragi, basically signing yourself up to be used by him whenever he felt like it, but also all while wanting some part of Chishiya. If Niragi knew that his toy wanted someone other than him, he would be rabid, let alone that someone being the one Niragi hated the most… he wouldn’t hesitate to make you regret even having the thought of another man. Don’t get it mixed up, there was only one reason why he wanted you, and it definitely wasn’t in a romantic way, to him, you’re just a hole he could have anytime, any place. Which was fine for you.. But you couldn’t help but shake the want for Chishiya. Focusing your thoughts back on the objective at hand, you looked closely at the small pills before you. No matter how hard you thought, you couldn’t figure this out. Checking the time on the phone that was provided you saw that you had one minute left to make a decision. You didn’t even want to think about what would happen if you ran out of time. Unlike Chishiya and Niragi, you didn’t observe the entrance to the separate rooms close enough to have figured this out. What you managed to miss was along the long hallway, there were three smaller hallways in front of them, all leading to three different rooms. They both picked up the repeating numbers unlike you, leaving you to your game of luck. With the sound of your phone alerting you that you had 30 seconds left to complete the game, you could have swore you felt a bead of sweat roll down your forehead. Your heart pounded in your ears as hurriedly picked up the second pill, the ten second countdown began. Without time to think you threw the pill into your mouth and swallowed it just before the countdown hit one. You closed your eyes tight, waiting for something to happen. Nothing. ‘’I passed’’ you said to yourself quietly, opening your eyes to look around the room. The door in front of you that was once sealed shut was opening right before your eyes. The feeling of relief quickly ran through your body as you exited the room before walking down another long white hallway to another door, leading you back out to the world. ________________________________ Unlike what you thought, the pill you ended up taking wasn’t the pill that had no side effects.. Instead, shortly after arriving at the Beach, you felt red hot all over your body, your hands were clammy and there was a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You hoped Kuina couldn’t tell there was something up with you, especially not knowing what it was yourself. You could thank the blue light that's shining from the pool for slightly blocking out how red your face was. As you both discussed the different games each of you had taken part in, you caught a glimpse of familiar long, dyed grey hair passing through the crowd. Once you could distinctly see Chishiya’s face you instantly felt that feeling in your stomach almost multiply. As he approached you and Kuina, he could quickly tell that something was up with you. Chishiya made note of the flush in your cheeks unlike everyone else, the way a couple of strands of your hair stuck to your forehead because of the heat that had taken over your whole body, the fact your pupils had largened, or the way your lips were slightly parted, almost as if you were lost for breath.. But not to the extent that it was noticeable, except for Chishiya. He had studied every single detail on your face when you had first joined the Beach. Never admitting it though, deep down he knew how he felt about you, never to mention it or even hint at the idea. Chishiya knew that would make him look weak, and that was something he couldn’t have happen. Chishiya stood beside Kuina, his hood up but his head slightly back with an amused smirk lightly on his face. He raised an eyebrow at you, ‘’So what pill did you pick y/n?’’ he asked, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. His voice caused your ear tips to burn as you felt a sudden warmth between your legs.. Fuck. Trying to distract yourself from the feeling, that almost became painful, you racked your brain to remember what number you had chosen. ‘’Uh.. 2, I think, why?’’ you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, not even believing your own voice. It looked as if Chishiya slightly chuckled at your answer, for a moment you wondered if he knew, but how would he? Chishiya just shrugged a little before speaking. ‘’No reason, just curious’’ he lied right to your face, all while figuring out how to use this to his advantage. He knew had taken the middle pill just from one look at you, but he also knew exactly what was going to happen. Of course with just your luck, you had picked the one that just happened to be narcotics, crushed up and put into an empty pill capsule to match the appearance of the other too. You didn’t notice Kuina disappearing to join Arisu, until you noticed Chishiya take a step a little closer to you. You also didn’t notice the eye contact he had made with Niragi across the pool, and that was the first step to his idea, this would’ve been the best advantage he could ever have had. ‘’You should really be careful with the pill you took’’ he said smirking slightly, intentionally trying to catch Niragi’s attention and have him come over. You didn’t know what to say, words being ripped from your brain as his slightly rough voice sent a feeling of a deep need to be fucked as you felt even more warmth leak from between your legs. He took your silence as his go ahead to continue speaking, ‘’you really shouldn’t be out here when the drugs fully take over if you think this is bad right now’’ What he said next was something you never would have thought of him saying this, ‘’you should go to your room, I’ll come after and help you’’ he spoke with a wink. It was the most uncharacteristic for him- At least towards you. You took no convincing as you knew exactly what he meant, also not giving a shit about what would happen if and when Niragi found out. The almost pure animalistic feeling of lust ran over you. You didn’t care what would happen, you needed to be filled and it was gonna happen one way or another. ‘’Don’t take too long.’’ you said while nodding, then walking off back into the large building Just as Chishiya hoped, once you had retreated back inside to wait for him, Niragi had approached him. The wink that he had given to Niragi’s toy, was one step too far. Before Niragi could even open his mouth, Chishiya spoke. ‘’Before you start with your brainless insults and threats, you should know that in the game, you clearly didn’t know the effects of the pills.’’ he smirked, not fearing Niragi was always a benefit, especially when Chishiya could once show off his superiority and intellect. The two were rivals, both thinking that they were better than the other and would go to any lengths to prove it. But this time Niragi didn’t speak back as fast as usual, but the angry expression still resonated on his face, his tongue in his cheek, his pierced eyebrow raised while staring down the shorter man. With Niragi’s instinct he pressed the tip of his rifle right to Chishiya’s chest, ‘’well tell me, or I’ll blow your heart out in front of everyone here.’’ Niragi spat into his face, he hated how Chishiya could have the balls to even think of speaking back to him, the fact he didn’t fear him only intensified the hate for the intellectual grey haired man. Calling Niragi’s bluff, he let out a little scoff of air with a slight grin on his face as he spoke, ‘’You wouldn’t. Here’s why; if you kill me, you’ll never know. So unless you give me what I want, I won’t tell you.’’ he said, still standing strong even with the rifle pressed right against him. Niragi frowned right at him, he knew he was right. Niragi scoffed, his stubbornness working against him when he needed to know what Chishiya knew. After a few moments of silence, Niragi took the firearm from his chest. Chishiya knew this was risky, but he knew exactly how it would play out. Another competition between them. ‘’And what the fuck do you want?’’ Niragi said, his voice almost like a knife as the words came from his mouth. ‘’Considering I know you won’t let me have was I really want, I’ll compromise.’’ Chishiya spoke, standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. Playing his cards right, he could get Niragi to agree before verbally agreeing. ‘’y/n took the wrong pill. Intense narcotics and assuming you right now, you took the right pill like me. The bad, or good thing about the drugs, is she’s going to be chasing a release that she won't be able to satisfy herself of.’’ He took a breath to try and let Niragi figure out what he means, except he didn’t. With another little chuckle under his breath Chishiya spoke out again. ‘’It means someone else has to do it. And knowing you wouldn’t let anyone fuck her, we’re both going to do it. Just another thing I’ll prove better than you at.’’ Chishiya knew the last comment would get under Niragi’s skin. With a slight nod of Niragi’s head and him accepting the challenge, it was set. ‘’Don’t be disappointed when you realise I’m the only one that can make her scream, Chishiya.’’ With a slight game plan of how they would go about this, the two rivals headed to your room. Niragi hung back a bit after knowing you were waiting for Chishiya. The thought of his property letting someone else have you made his blood boil, he’d make sure you knew it too. Ahead of him, Chishiya walked to your room and let himself in. But the sight that he had been greeted with almost knocked the wind out of his chest. You, lying naked on your bed, your skin almost looking hot as you had your head back with one hand holding your hair back from your face. Your eyes were shut as your other hand was roughly rubbing your clit, your fingers occasionally dipping into your entrance causing you to leave a visibly wet patch underneath you. The pleasure you were giving yourself was so needed that you weren’t aware of Chishiya entering and staring at you like you were his last meal. It was when you felt weight dip at the end of the bed and a hand running up your leg that you realised you weren’t alone. Your throat tightened and you removed your hand once you opened your eyes to see Chishiya moving his hand up to your core. ‘’You really couldn’t wait huh?’’ he said, his fingers travelling up to where you needed him. You shook your head desperately, feeling your wetness dripping as you clenched pathetically around nothing. Chishiya smirked, looking down at your pussy, slowly dragging the tips of his fingers over your clit teasingly. The action made you almost cry out in need. ‘’Look at you.. So desperate.’’ you heard as you felt two of his fingers pushing into you before pulling them out and putting them into his mouth just as you made eye contact with him, sucking the wetness from you off them. Standing up he quickly pulled his clothing off. While pulling you to him and flipping you over onto your hands and knees, you facing the door. For reasons you wouldn’t know yet. Feeling you press yourself against him, Chishiya smirked to himself. ‘’You’re really desperate for it, aren’t you?’’ he said, running his tip along your folds, His words only pulling a whine and a nod from you, not understanding why he was dragging it out so long. You felt him lean over you to speak into your ear, his breath was harsh on the sensitive skin by your neck. ‘’As pretty as you are when you’re a mess, I won’t drag it out anymore, because I’ve waited too long to have this cunt all to myself.’’ . On the last word you felt his thick length slowly pushing into you, throwing his head back at the feeling of you around him. The pace he was going at was enough to break you fully. The feeling of him filling you as much as possible had you crying for more. In a desperate attempt to get some friction, you started grinding back against him causing his slightly curved dick to hit the right spot inside you, but slowly in and out. ‘’Chishiya please’’ you cried, burying your head into the sheets of the bed to muffle the whimpers that he was dragging out of you. He slowly started picking up the pace, each time hitting even harder and harder against you. Chishiya pulled your head back by your hair, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the red hot feeling on your scalp that he had you in a rough grip by. ‘’Oh no y/n, you’re to call me Sir. Got it?’’ he groaned while fucking into you harder. Tears stung at your eyes, nodding as much as you could as he still controlled your head. ‘’Yes s-sir’’ As he was holding your head back and pounding into you, you opened your eyes and your heart almost stopped. Your eyes fell upon Niragi, standing right at the door leaning against it with his arms folded over his chest and he looked pissed. The awkward part being is having locked eyes with him as Chishiya fucked you through your first orgasm, a scream being ripped from your throat from the feeling of finally getting release, but you needed more. Noticing you looking back at him he pushed himself from the doorway dropping his arms while walking over to you as Chishiya let you fall to your chest, but continuing his steady pace of pounding into you. ‘’Really Chishiya? Sir? What makes you think any part of you is sir?’’ Chishiya’s eyebrows furrowed, his hair disheveled and just snapped back at him. ‘’The part that has y/n crying because of how good I can fuck her.’’ Niragi crouched in front of you with a look on his face that confused you. He almost looked amused. ‘’I knew it… You’re just a desperate little slut aren’t you?’’ Niragi said as he dragged his thumb along your cheek and across the tears that had run down your face from both pleasure and terror. He dragged his thumb across the tip of his tongue to taste the salty tears with a chuckle. Clinking of metal filled the room, the sound of Niragi’s clothes hitting the floor made you realise the situation you were in so you held yourself up with shaky arms that threatened to give way under you. Niragi smirked down at you as he ran his hand over the top of your head before harshly connecting the same hand to your face right after. Niragi knew exactly what you liked, and so did Chishiya as he felt you clench even harder around him as Niragi had marked your face. Knowing Niragi didn’t like to be kept waiting, you quickly opened your mouth for him to have full access to your throat. Putting his hand back into your hair, Niragi took hold of you as he pushed his cock between your lips, your throat opening up almost immediately, he basically had you trained. ‘’The only thing your mouth is good for is fucking.’’ NIragi said as he started thrusting roughly into your mouth. The timing of both men fucking you made sure you were always full, if Niragi wasn’t down your throat, Chishiya was buried in you, and vice versa. With the roughness of Chishiya’s thrusts caused Niragi’s cock to hit the back of your throat causing you to lose breath each time. They continued like this, using you at each end to their will. Niragi’s dick hit a little harder, causing your throat to close around his long length and choke. The feeling was so euphoric to Niragi he caught the back of your head and shoved your nose flush against his pelvic bone. He let out a mix of a laugh and a moan, almost sounding maniacal as he continued to ram your throat. ‘’That’s it, let daddy fuck your throat. I know you can take it’’ His words made Chishiya chuckle as he pulled out of your entrance, needing to take a break or else he would’ve cum right then. ‘’You’re so predictable Niragi… how pathetic’’ Chishiya’s words made Niragi’s assault on you stop, pulling his cock from your mouth. You coughed and spluttered trying to breathe, a task that was failing due to the burning in your core of feeling empty. ‘’Please.. Just fuck me’’ you said breathlessly, laying back down with your hand once again travelling between your legs. Chishiya didn’t have to be asked twice, lying back against the bed he rubbed his hand over his now red cock. You didn’t hesitate moving over him and hovering above his length before he grabbed your hips and slammed you down on him. Another scream was pulled from you as he started to fuck up into you, your hands that were once resting on his chest now by his head, holding onto his hair with your head buried in his neck as he continued to rail you. With moaning in his ear, and a mixture of your breathless voice begging for him to fuck you through another orgasm along with the sound of your broken voice repeatedly saying; ‘’sir’’ he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You felt Niragi behind you, but didn’t pay much mind as you felt another wave wash over you. ‘’Fuck.. Yes, cum all over my dick’’ Chishiya said, somehow managing to hit a new speed as you cried out, moaning as you felt liquid rush out of you. Chishiya’s moan was sinful, he knew he was close but he couldn’t let himself cum just yet. Just as you felt the pleasure fade, you felt something cold drip on you from behind. A familiar feeling approaching as you felt one of Niragi’s long finger enter your hole that yet stuffed. The feeling wasn’t there for too long before you felt empty again, but soon that changed. Chishiya steadied his hips, realising what his enemy was now doing. You both heard Niragi moan, probably the sexiest moan you had ever heard, as your tight asshole slowly stretched to accommodate his huge dick. The pain of him shoving all of his length into your ass soon passed as Chishiya took the chance to start fucking you again. Your body went limp as both of their thrusts started to sync up, each time both as aggressive as each other. You didn’t even care that they made it into a competition, the feeling of having them both bottoming out of both of your holes was something you never experienced before, and might have just been the best. It wasn’t long after Niragi started to fuck your ass like his life depended on it, that your next orgasm washed over you. This one being so intense you couldn’t stop shaking and it felt like it never would end. More unintelligible mumbles of the words ‘’daddy’’ and ‘’sir’’ couldn’t stop falling out of your mouth. Both men enjoying the fact they broke you down finally, convinced they had literally fucked the brain cells out of you Niragi pulled you back against his chest, sinking back onto his heels so both men could continue chasing their own high. By the twitching of Chishiya’s cock inside you, you knew he was close, so was Niragi. ‘’Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking tight, I wonder how Niragi feels about me filling his little toy up’’ Chishiya said breathlessly, causing Niragi to animalisticly growl but not speaking due to being so close to spilling himself inside you. The grey haired man’s hands reached up to grab both of your breasts, pinching your nipples as one of Niragi’s hands coming down to your front before pinching your clit a couple of times. The sounds you were making almost made both men cum on the spot. You could see the desperation on Chishiya’s face, and hear the desperation in Niragi. ‘’My little slut ready? You gonna cum?’’ Niragi moaned into your ear, one hand still rubbing your clit desperately all while biting down on your ear, ‘’daddy’s gonna fill that ass so good’’ and thats all it took. Both men sensing you clench around them, they finally were reaching their own release. Niragi dropped you on your chest on top of Chishiya before leaning over you, his hand holding himself up above you and Chishiya. One of your hands twisting into Chishiya’s hair, the other being twisted into Niragi’s hair behind you. The pleasure from the last orgasm was so intense, you could feel yourself getting light headed, you tugged on both mens hair while you buried your face into Chishiya’s neck, his hot skin becoming stained with your tears, but in a good way. Chishiya guided one of his hand to the back of your head, almost a sweet gesture, except his thrusts faltered along with Niragi’s as they both finally peaked, both of them sinfully moaning and swearing under their breaths and both finally releasing inside of you. You thought you couldn’t cum anymore at this point, but the filthy feeling of having both men fuck their cum into both your holes sent you into overdrive, your final orgasm finally rushing through you, Niragi could tell and pulled you up slightly so he could rub your clit with lightning speed causing you to squirt everywhere. As you all rode your orgasms out, Niragi was the first to pull himself from you in time to watch his cum slowly drip out of the hole he had abused for so long. You lifted yourself, barely, from on top of Chishiya and lying on your back, struggling to breathe. Already getting dressed, Niragi commented to Chishiya, ‘’See? I am better at it than you.’’ Shaking his head but not moving to get up Chishiya spoke out, his own breathing irregular too. ‘’No, I think we might need to have round 2.’’

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fic-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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A Happy Accident

A/N: The other day I found out that Chris Evans may possibly have a sex dungeon? I don’t write real people fics but I knew I HAD to write a Steve Rogers fic about this because I mean...c’mon. Also the text conversation in the fic is indeed a real conversation between my friend and I.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub, flogging, being tied up, penetrative sex, honorifics, praise kink

Word Count: 5.4k

You knew there was trouble before you even reached the meeting room, it was like a palpable tension you could sense coming from the conference room. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was to come as you walked in and took your usual spot next to Natasha.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” You questioned her, murmuring under your breath since nobody seemed keen to speak above a whisper for the time being.

“Some kind of security breach, we don’t know how bad yet, we have to wait for Stark.” She explained, speaking in clipped tones. She seemed nervous, which was understandable given the circumstances. A security breach could mean a number of things, none of them good. Anything from weapons tech to secret identities could’ve been revealed in the breach.

The tension seemed to come to a head when Tony and Steve walked into the room. Everyone erupted into a flurry of activity, peppering the two men with so many questions it was hard to make out what came from who.

“What was taken?” Someone asked.

“Was it anything serious?” Someone else wondered.

“Do we need to scrap the new suit designs?” You asked, adding your voice to the babble.

“Okay everyone settle down and give Tony some room to think.” Steve urged all of you, forming a one man barrier around Stark. Which you had to admit was rather effective. Once everyone reseated themselves and Steve gave Tony a nod, Tony cleared his throat.

“By now you all have obviously heard that there’s been a security breach. We don’t know who is behind the breach but so far all that was leaked was text conversations of the following Avengers; Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and Y/N.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were a target in the security breach. But why? Why you specifically and why just your text conversations? It seemed rather harmless considering everything else they could’ve taken.

“Luckily Wanda doesn’t really text anyone because everyone she knows is here. As far as Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are concerned they only leaked conversations from your work phones, meaning your personal phone security isn’t in question.” Tony reassured you all. Well, it reassured Sam and Bucky at least.

“Um, what do you mean ‘work phone’?” You asked, looking around with a puzzled expression on your face.

“You do have a burner phone for personal use, right?” Nat asked from beside you. Now your heart was located somewhere in your feet.

“I didn’t know I needed one.” You whispered, barely contained horror edging its way into your voice.

“Well, I mean what’s the worst that could be there?” Sam asked, trying to reassure you. Luckily, or unluckily enough, you didn’t have to answer that question because within the coming days they would all find out.

After the meeting you tried to go about your normal routine and ignore the security breach as best as you could. That got considerably harder the following morning, when the hacker released your private conversations with your friends for all the world to see. They went something like this:

Sarah: Do you think Steve Rogers is good in bed?

You: Obviously, dumb question.

Sarah: Do you think he’s kinky though?

You: Oh 100%, no way he doesn’t have a secret sex dungeon or something.

Sarah: Since you’re an Avenger now you should try to find out.

You: HAHAHAHAHA that’s hilarious and something I’ll never do, in reality. But in theory PUT ME IN COACH! I bet he would probably make me sign an NDA and I would totally be down for that.

Sarah: I’ll sign a DNR

You: HAA, I would sign the NDA but also have to tell you what’s happening and then I would make you sign an NDA.

Sarah: Then you’re breaking the NDA??

You: Not if you don’t tell anyone goddamn be cool.

Sarah: It’s the principle of the thing

You: ...I wonder what kind of dom he is

Sarah: Idk if he’s a daddy. He feels like a Sir or Master. I also think he doesn’t have soft limits, only hard limits.

You: as much as I would like to think he’s a pleasure dom I don’t think that’s true

Sarah: I agree

You: Maybe a brat tamer?

Sarah: That feels too tame for him.

You: Okay so then just a no holds bard whipping dom. I would wait all day in his sex dungeon just to lick his boots when he came home. Does that make me depraved? Probably.

Sarah: Possibly, I also think he’d degrade the shit out of you, like kinda pet play shit. I also think he has a spreader bar collection. Aaaand an overstimulation kink.

You: Oh agreed, that and edging. I feel like he would edge you for hours and then leave to go on a mission or something and you’re not allowed to touch yourself and then he comes back hours later and you’re just aching for release. And then only after you’re BEGGING he would let you come.

Sarah: Oof. How much do you wanna bet his dungeon is like a sensory deprivation thing? Think about it, hours upon hours of not having any form of relief, after begging nonstop, no real form of your senses and then BAM normal orgasm but heightened to the absolute max.

You: YEP! I bet he’s like the king of aftercare though, like 1000/10 so sweet. Like Steve Rogers is legit such a nice human being so I assume aftercare is the same.

Sarah: AYO SIR LEMME BE YOUR SUB

You: GOD FORREAL!

Needless to say, you did not leave your room that day. The next day you tried to get away with not leaving your room again but Nat was having none of that.

“Come on Y/N, I promise it’s not that bad, I’ve said much worse.” She assured you as she practically dragged you out of your room and into the elevator.

You buried your head in your hands and let out a frustrated scream. “He’s a coworker, Nat, and I totally objectified him and basically said all the filthy things I wanted him to do to me.”

“And I bet he’s real flattered about it! The man needs a good ego boost every now and then.” She replied with a laugh. To which you responded with another frustrated scream and a kick to the elevator doors as they opened. “I bet he didn’t even read it, I doubt anyone on the team did.” She said, sounding certain in her own thinking. She half convinced you until you walked into the training room and every pair of eyes turned to you, including Steve’s baby blues. Fuck.

“Okay we’re working in a group today people, focusing on enhanced individuals with external powers. Wanda and Y/N against Sam, Bucky, and Steve.” Nat announced, opening the door to the special training facility. So you and Wanda wouldn’t trash too much of Stark’s equipment with your powers.

“Hey Y/N, you been to any good sex dungeouns recently? I’m looking for one.” Sam quipped as you made your way to the starting point. Before you could even think about what you were doing the smell of ozone was ripe in the air and you sent a bolt of lightning hurtling towards Sam who was barely able to dodge it in time.

“Sorry...hand slipped.” You mock apologized, making it clear that you would have another ‘hand slip’ if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. He got the point well enough but the damage was already done. The tension was worse now than when you first found out about the breach, everyone trying not to bring up the elephant in the room.

Nat cleared her throat and started her countdown and then the training began in earnest. After an hour you were all panting and sweating, utterly spent from your session. Steve passed everyone a water bottle and you took it gratefully, chugging the cool liquid in earnest. It was then that another comment was made, this time by Bucky.

“Thanks for the aftercare daddy.” He mocked as he opened his own water bottle. Once again the smell of ozone was in the air but you didn’t have a chance to meet your target before Steve had Bucky pressed against the wall, his forearm digging into the other man’s throat.

“That’s enough.” He growled through his teeth. Everyone was silent for a minute and you almost felt sorry for the deer in the headlights look Bucky was now wearing on his face, almost. A shower of frustrated sparks extinguished all the lights in the room as you stormed from the room, embarrassment trailing after you.

That had been four hours ago and you hadn’t left your room, despite Natasha banging on the other side of your door. You had asked FRIDAY not to open it for anyone unless given your express permission. It seemed even the AI knew what kind of a mess you had landed yourself into, as she was immediately understanding of such a request. You were in the process of ordering a burner phone off of Amazon when there was a knock at your door.

“Nat, I don’t care how many books you offer to buy me, I’m NOT coming out of this room.” You yelled into the empty space of your room.

“Noted, but uh, it’s Steve. Can we talk?” You were at the door before he finished his sentence. You opened it no more than a crack, not courageous enough to do more.

“I don’t wanna talk to you, I’m mortified.” You mumbled, looking down at your feet instead of the imposing figure outside of your door. Steve gently pushed on the door with his hand and you let him open it the rest of the way. He brought gentle fingers to your chin and tilted your head back so you were looking into his eyes.

“There’s nothing to be mortified about, sweetheart. I just wanna talk.” He replied beseechingly. And maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the way he looked at you, but you relented and let him in, closing the door softly behind you.

“Listen, I’m really sorry for what I said. I obviously never thought it would see the light of day but that’s not an excuse and doesn’t make it okay. Fuck, Steve I’m so sorry. I can get reassigned if you want, have SHIELD put me somewhere else.” You rattled off apologies and half baked plans before you felt his hands gently clasp your shoulders and once again you were forced to look up into his eyes which had gone saucer wide.

“Doll what are you talking about? You don’t need to be reassigned, it's not that big of a deal.” He said, in an attempt to comfort you.

“Not a big deal? I practically accused you of having a sex dungeon and being a mega dom.” You blurted out, mortification making your voice rise half an octave.

He let out a soft sigh before he sat down on the edge of your bed, “It’s not like you were completely in the wrong.” He replied, and that’s when your brain short circuited.

“What? You have a sex dungeon?”

“Well, it’s not a dungeon, it's just my bedroom, but yes I do, partake in those types of things you described.” He explained, his voice as even and calm as if he were discussing the weather.

“Oh.” Was all you could really bring yourself to say.

“Oh? That’s all? I have to say you were much more articulate in your texts.” He teased, his voice suddenly becoming deeper and taking on an air of authority that wasn’t there a second ago. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

And again, maybe it was because of his tone or because of the absurdity of the situation you found yourself in but you answered him honestly. “I’m thinking I’m absolutely mortified that my coworker found out how badly I want him to fuck me.”

“What else?” He prompted. You couldn’t breathe properly, he was taking all the air from the room and the intensity in his gaze pinned you to the spot, like an unsuspecting doe finding itself at the barrel of a gun.

“I’m wondering how correct my predictions were. What kind of a dom you are.”

“Would you like to find out?”

“Yes.” You answered before you could think better of it. The second the word left your mouth your eyes went wide at the confession. Because you did want to find out, God did you want to find out what kind of shit Steve Rogers, the golden boy, was into.

“Then we have ourselves a deal. You want to find out what I’m into and I want to show you.”

“Right now?” You asked, breathless. You could feel your core ache at the suggestion, the want plain as day.

He chuckled before he moved to stand before you. “No pretty girl, not yet.” He whispered, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek and stroke his thumb across the expanse of your lips. “First we have to talk about a few things.”

“Like what?” You questioned, completely enraptured by this man, finding yourself willing to submit to whatever he wanted you to. You were terrified by how much the prospect excited you.

“Like exactly what you want me to do to you. Your texts were very...explicit. But, that may have just been talk. I need to know specifics if this is going to work.” Steve explained, backing you up until you hit your dresser. Without a word he lifted you on top of it and stood between your legs, one of his hands tracing absent minded patterns on your thigh.

It was hard to think with him in such close proximity but you tried to clear your mind because you really wanted this, your mouth went dry at the thought. “I want...I want to be tied up. And I want to be blindfolded. And whipped.” It felt weird to lay your desires out plain before you like this. It made you feel exposed, but it was also oddly empowering.

Steve nodded his head at your requests. “You mentioned something to your friend about edging and orgasm denial, is that something you still wanted to try?”

“Yes, but not, not yet. I’ve never um, I haven’t- I’ve never been kinky with a partner.” You explained to him, feeling an embarrassing heat creeping up your face.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, we all start somewhere.” Steve insisted, bringing his hands up to settle on your hips. “Anything else?” After you shook your head he gave you a nod in reassurance. “Okay, I’ll be in touch.” He said as he stepped away from you.

That was three days ago and you hadn’t heard anything from him on the matter since. You had trained with him, went for a run with him, had the usual team meetings and exchanged the usual pleasantries but nothing out of the ordinary. You had even gone far enough in your wandering mind to think that maybe you imagined the whole interaction.

On Friday, you were told that Steve had gone away on a mission and by that point the team was done teasing you about the leaked conversation, already having moved on to the next thing. You had made plans to go out with them that night to a community outreach thing in Manhattan. You had just gotten your jeans on when a piece of paper slid across your floor from the door.

You walked over to it, thinking someone had just dropped their paper, when you saw what was written on the other side of it.

Text an excuse to Stark for the outreach and then come to my room. -SR

Your heartbeat sped up to a gallop as you read the message through two more times, just to be certain. This was it, it was happening. With shaky fingers you texted Tony a flimsy excuse about draft reports you needed to finish before you put your phone back on your desk and calmly made your way to Steve’s room.

You went to knock but found the door slightly ajar. Taking that as your cue you stepped into Steve Rogers room. While it wasn’t the first time you had been here, it was certainly a circumstance that you weren’t used to. Everything seemed...different somehow. The curtains were drawn and the only light came from dim overhead lighting. There was a faint scent of jasmine that you assumed came from a candle or incense burner you couldn’t see somewhere. On the bed, the sheets had been changed to something that looked like silk and resting on top was an eye mask and two long chords of rope. Which seemed innocuous enough, current circumstances notwithstanding.

“Shut the door and lock it please.” A voice commanded from a shadow in the corner of the room. As soon as you locked the door Steve Rogers emerged from the shadows in an all black version of his Captain America suit. You had never seen him in such a suit before and the sight of him in it made your mouth water and your knees buckle. This was really happening.

“I have to admit, when I read your text conversation I was surprised to say the least. I didn’t know how many dirty thoughts resided in that head of yours but you did not disappoint, did you sweetheart?” He questioned as he made his way over to where you stood, rooted to your spot by the door. He gently pressed against your shoulder and you followed his lead, letting him back you against the door, his strong hands landing on either side of your head, arms caging you in. “And then when we spoke, you were /very/ specific in what you wanted and I am nothing if not obliging, you’ll find.” He whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth at the implication behind his words.

“Are you ready to be my good girl? Hmm sweetheart?”

“Yes Steve.” You whispered, your mind not being able to form anything other than those words.

He made a slight tsking sound. “In here, don’t call me Steve. It’s Captain. Got it?”

“Yes Captain.” You replied obediently.

“Good girl, now get undressed for me.” He commanded, stepping back to give you room to complete his task. With nervous fingers you lifted your shirt above your head and undid the clasp on your bra. You watched as Steve’s eyes took in your exposed top half, he licked his lips which made you shiver in turn. Confidence growing by his visible excitement you unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them down your legs along with your panties, until you were gloriously naked before him.

“God, you're so beautiful sweetheart. I’m already getting hard and all you’ve done is get undressed.” He praised you as he palmed himself through his tac pants. “Come here pretty girl.” He insisted as he picked up the blindfold.

You walked over to him and turned around as he secured the blindfold against your eyes and tied it for you. “Now, we’re gonna use a color system, okay? Green means you’re okay to keep going, Yellow means to slow down, and Red means stop. Can you remember that doll?”

“Yes Captain.” You murmured as you adjusted to not being able to see. You tuned into your other senses to rely on what was happening. You felt Steve take your hand and walk you over until you reached the side of the bed. He helped you up before asking you to lay down on your back.

“Okay pretty girl I’m gonna tie you up now.” He told you as you felt both of his hands take your left arm and maneuver it above your head before securing your wrist in place with rope. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot before repeating the process with your other arm. “How do you feel sweetheart?”

“Good Captain, I feel good.” You told him as your heartbeat kicked up another notch. You felt him take your left leg with gentle fingers and tie your ankle to the baseboard of the bed. You gasped as he secured your right ankle, knowing you were now naked and spread bare before him. You felt the bed dip as he kneeled over you and brought his mouth down to whisper in your ear.

“What’s your color baby?”

“Green.” You replied. Almost immediately you felt his lips press against yours, desperate and hungry for you. You kissed back with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. It was a strange sensation, kissing someone you couldn’t touch let alone see, but that didn’t make it unpleasant. You felt blissfully detached from your body and the need raced down to your pussy until you had the sudden urge to close your legs and hide your arousal.

Steve chuckled against your mouth as his left hand snaked down to see what you were trying in vain to hide. “So eager for me and we’ve hardly started” He lazily swiped his fingers along your folds to feel the wetness that gathered there. He then brought the same hand up to your breast and worked your juices around your nipple, making you groan at the sheer wantonness of it all. Steve happily swallowed your groan with his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to pass your lips.

You fervently kissed him back as his ministrations against your nipple continued. His lips left yours and left a trail of hot kisses down your throat and over to your neglected right nipple. You felt him blow cold air on it and your back bowed against the bed, your arms straining against the restraints. He scraped his teeth against your sensitive bud and you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Captain.” You let out as he took your nipple into his mouth. You could feel his left hand leave your nipple and you let out a whine of protest. He only laughed against your skin before you heard the faint opening of a drawer. Your ears picked up the sound of him rummaging around for something but you couldn’t focus too much on that as the rest of your body was alight with fire as he continued to work on your nipple with his mouth. He finally found what he was looking for in the drawer and he released your nipple with a wet popping sound before you felt his weight shift and he removed himself from you.

“You mentioned something about being whipped.” He teased, and you could hear that his own arousal had made his voice hoarse. Your cunt throbbed in response. “Do you know what a flogger is pretty girl?”

“Yes Captain.” You replied from your position on the bed. Your mouth went dry at the mental image you had of Steve in his black tac suit with a flogger in hand. How would he use it on you? Would it hurt? Be pleasant? The anticipation was eating you up in the best of ways.

“Good girl. We’re gonna do some counting. Since this is your first time we won’t do too many, just ten. But you have to count them pretty girl. If you forget, or lose count, we start over. Do you understand?”

Oh fuck. “Yes Captain.” You heard him chuckle from somewhere above you before you heard the whoosh of the flogger and the sensation on your skin. You gasped as the leather straps came down hard against your left nipple. “One.” The second one came down against your right nipple and you found that your pussy clenched around nothing. “Two.”

Numbers three, four, and five were placed on your nipples and your stomach.

“Halfway there pretty girl, you’re doing so well.” Steve’s voice came from somewhere around you. A thin layer of sweat had broken out over your skin and your arousal was through the roof. You found yourself panting in anticipation of the next strike. It came, the leather striking against your dripping center and you let out a gasp as your back arched off of the silk sheets. “Six”

“Oh you liked that one didn’t you sweetheart?” Steve teased.

“Yes Captain.” You replied breathlessly. Number seven came in the same spot and another lewd sound left your mouth as the flogger found its spot. Numbers eight and nine he placed on the sensitive insides of your thighs.

“Last one pretty girl. You’ve taken it so well I’ll let you decide where this last one goes.”

“Hit my pussy again, please, I want it so bad Captain.” You practically pleaded. Under any other circumstances you would’ve been ashamed at how pathetic you sounded but you didn’t care. Steve Rogers was doing depraved things to you and you couldn’t think straight. You just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, to take all of you, every tiny nook and cranny of your being until he knew your pleasures like the back of his hand.

“Such a needy girl, maybe after the flogger I’ll give you a reward.” He replied, sounding pleased with you, before he placed the tenth and final flog against your aching core. “God you look so sexy like this, blindfolded and tied to my bed, maybe I should leave you here as my own personal fucktoy, would you like that baby?” He asked as he inserted two fingers into your mouth.

You mumbled your response against the digits, your pussy getting wetter at the thought of him using you like that. You were only half kidding when you had texted your friend about it but now, with your arousal so strong, it sounded more and more enticing. Steve removed his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your sensitive center, rubbing them up and down your slit before inserting them into your slick heat. You gasped at the intrusion and felt your hips buck up in response to being filled.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he began to pump them at a leisurely pace. You felt him make his way down your body to nestle himself between your spread legs and then his hot breath was fanning out over your cunt as his fingers continued to fuck you. “You look so good, pretty girl. Spread open for me like my own personal feast. God you’re so wet. I guess you like to be flogged.” He spoke, the filthy words that left his lips making you wetter than you already were. Without warning he brought his tongue to you and kitten licked your clit, sending a shockwave through your system.

He took your clit in his mouth and sucked as he continued to work you with his fingers. You fruitlessly tugged against your restraints and bucked your hips in an attempt to get the friction you so desperately needed.

“God sweetheart you taste better than I imagined.” Steve commented as his tongue lapped up your juices. “I bet I’ll be able to taste you on my tongue for a week.”

“Fuck, Captain, please can I cum?” You begged, tears wetting the inside of your mask from the intensity of your session.

“Come for me baby, let me feel you come on my fingers.” Steve commanded and that was your undoing. The knot that had been building inside of you was finally released and you came loudy around his fingers. You felt him lick you through the aftershocks.

“Talk to me, pretty girl, how are you feeling?” Steve questioned, voice hot once again by your ear. His suit gently pressing against your overstimulated skin. “Give me a color.” He asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your jawline.

“I’m good Captain, still Green.” You responded, coming down from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for your Captain. You’re doin’ so well pretty girl.” He said as he left the bed. You weren’t sure where he went until you felt his dexterous fingers undoing the ropes on your left leg. “I’m undoing the leg ropes first. And then I’m going to fuck you senseless like I’ve been wanting to do since I saw those damn text messages.” Your spent cunt clenched around nothing, as you eagerly waited for him to undo the other leg restraint. You could hear him undo the many zippers and clasps on his tac suit until the bed dipped and he was once again between your legs.

This time skin met skin as you felt his upper thighs press between yours as he brought himself closer to you still. You felt the tip of his cock slide between your wet folds before slipping inside. The breath was stolen from your lungs at the feel of him sinking into your waiting cunt. A low moan left your mouth as you felt every perfect inch of him spreading you until he bottomed out and his hips nestled perfectly against your own.

You felt his forehead press against your own. “Fuck you feel perfect, you know that pretty girl? My perfect little pussy.” He breathed against your mouth as he let you adjust to him. He retracted himself from you fully before swiftly filling you up again. Any noise you may have made was swallowed as he kissed you with a hunger you didn’t think was possible. What started as a slow rhythm quickly changed until he was snapping into you with a fervor akin to a madman.

Your hips eagerly met his thrusts and soon your combined pants and skin slapping filled the room. Still blindfolded, you felt the moment his hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed just so. That had your walls flutter around him and your hips stuttered.

“Oh you like that don’t you? You like when I choke you huh pretty girl?” He asked eagerly, his voice husky from moaning.

“Yes, fuck, please Captain, fuck me.” You rasped out. You grunted as he brought his other hand down to press your hips into the mattress before he slammed into you at a relentless pace. Eventually, his hand left your throat to play with your bundle of nerves.

“Come on pretty girl. Come for me.” He ordered and you were only too happy to comply. You came hard around him, enough that you saw stars behind the blindfold and Steve let out a string of curses and praises for you as he pulled out of you and you felt his cum paint your stomach.

You had a moment to catch your breath as you heard Steve pad over to what you assumed was the bathroom. He came back and placed a warm washcloth against your skin, cleaning up the combined mess you both made. Then you felt his hands move up to untie the blindfold around your eyes. You squinted into the low light of the room and were shocked to see Steve bare chested and glistening with sweat before you.

“Hi.” You murmured shyly, finding that some of your confidence had left you along with the blindfold. Seeing him like this, because of you, because of what you had done, somehow cemented this moment in reality. There was no turning back now.

“Hi yourself, how do you feel?” He asked as he undid the ropes around your wrists.

“I um wow, I feel great.” You said and realized it was true. In the afterglow of the scene you felt amazing. Sexy and empowered and utterly spent but undeniably amazing.

“You did great.” Steve assured you as he took lotion into his hands and massaged the areas on your wrists and ankles where the ropes had been. He placed a gentle kiss on each palm when he was done and went to get you a glass of water. “Drink all of this.”

You took the glass from his hands and drank deep. Appreciating the cool feeling of the water as it slid down the column of your throat, you didn’t realize how thirsty you had become. You finished the glass and handed it back to Steve, who placed it on one of his bedside tables.

“Good girl.” He praised and you felt yourself blush in response. He noticed. “Do you like being praised, sweetheart?”

“Yes Captain.” You nodded.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied as he helped you into one of his shirts and placed you underneath the covers. He rested beside you and wrapped you in his strong arms. “You did so well today for your first time. It wasn’t too much for you was it?”

“No, I really liked it.” You reassured him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead with a promise to discuss it more after you slept some.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers fanfic #mcu fanfic #avengers fanfic #reader insert

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parkers-gal · 4 years

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Hi! How are you?

First I wanted to say that I love your writing and I wanted to ask you if you could write something about Tom and maybe the boys reacting to the 34+35 remix mv please? It's okay if you can't

Thanks and have a good day or night 🙃

love youu <3

requests are open

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“Didn’t Doja leak her verse a few months ago?”

You’re seated on a loveseat facing a large TV that’s planted on the wall. Harrison and Harry have taken the couch, Tuwaine sitting in an armchair after bringing out a few beers. Tom is rubbing the back of your hand and your knuckles with his thumb.

It’s release night. Again.

Tom won’t tell you why he’s so excited to see this music video, because it’s merely just another collaboration with powerful women. But, he loves your positions era. He loves how comfortable you are with being sexual in your music and in your videos. He also knows that the entirety of this video might just be you in lingerie, an opportunity he can’t pass up.

Currently, you’re watching your Q&A countdown, which was pre-recorded with Tom in the room. He’d nearly laughed a total of seven times during your takes. Needless to say, it took longer than expected to film.

“Did you go searching for leaked shit?” Harrison replies with a scoff, Harry’s eyes widening. Tuwaine and Tom gasp dramatically, and you try not to laugh at the encounter.

It’s a rule now, to not go online to find leaked content. Last time it happened, Harrison had stayed up until three in the morning searching youtube to win a bet. He’d lost miserably after the news broke that he cheated.

“No! But it was all over my timelin-”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam sneers at his twin, and they end up slapping each other on the arms. Tom chuckles deeply, the sound reverberating through the air, and you can’t help but join him.

Before you know it, the video countdown has officially reached zero, and your voice rings through the air. A scene is displayed on the television: you’re laying on a lounge chair by the pool, and suddenly Doja and Meg are beside you too. You’re wearing sexy clothes, and Tom just knows you’re powerful in this one too.

When the luggage carrier scene comes, you hear Harry gasp. You laugh at his expression, and you can tell he’s probably trying to focus on how the camera is moving and focusing, rather than the girls twerking.

“I cannot believe you actually got to sit on one of those things.”

“Yeah,” Harry agrees with Tuwaine, rolling his eyes. “Last time we tried that, we got kicked out of the hotel.”

You blink in surprise, but laugh nonetheless.

“This is- this is the scene from your Instagram post!” Tom cheers excitedly at the staircase scene where you’re laying there, just as you were in your pictures.

“Yeah.” You laugh.

“I can’t believe you got to work with the Megan thee Stallion.” Harrison gruffs in his seat as he watches her twerk again. You can’t help but laugh, but you have a surprise for him, so you won’t tease him too much.

“Is somebody jealous?” Tom grins, shoving his shoulder jokinging. Harrison grumbles a “no” in response and the two of you birth laughter, loudly.

To everybody’s surprise, Harry starts rapping with Doja Cat. He’s watching her, of course, but he’s hitting every word with a rasp in his voice. Tom’s jaw drops below sea level, and you laugh, still impressed.

“Damn, Harry!” Tuwaine raises his glass of beer. “Show off.”

Just as the verse ends, your hand comes into the shot, and you hear Tom’s breath hitch. You’re speaking into the call-machine, and the mention of baked Alaska makes him blush with a chuckle.

“I cannot believe you actually included that.”

“What was that?” Sam inquired.

“We were in a restaurant,” You started sharing the story, and Tom groaned in response. “And I was talking to the waiter about baked Alaska, but I'd obviously forgotten what it was called. And Tom was so sure he knew, that he yelled ‘baked Alabama.’” When you finished the story, Tom’s head was in his hands in embarrassment.

Your attention is turned back to the TV when Tom gasps. It’s the scene he’s most looked forward to: the bed & room service scene. You’re eating licorice and dancing on the bed while Meg sings her part.

Harrison points at the TV in shock when he sees you sitting on the vintage television. Harry’s mouth drops wide open when he sees Meg in the marbled bathroom. He’s internally freaking out, and externally getting redder by the second. You have a feeling him and Harrison are really big fans, so you make a mental reminder to give them their gifts later. You’d gotten them personally signed records, courtesy of Meg of course.

“Aww,” Tom pouts. “That was so cute.” He’s visibly softening as he watches you and Meg sing “34, 35 we can sixty nine it.” You giggle, head tilting in thought.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “You’re really pretty, y’know.” He’s cheeky but shy about the compliment, and you bring him closer for a goofy hug.

“That’s a lot of champagne, you know.” Sam eyes you and the TV with a knowing look.

“Yes, yes, thank you for hooking me up with it.” You give him credit. The chef of the family he is, so you were sure to jump at the opportunity for some local help. It made work during the pandemic a little easier.

“Yeah yeah.” He smiles, waving you off. You’re grateful, though, even if you play it off coolly.

“And thank you, mister.” You hug Tom tighter as his brows furrow.

“For what?”

“For telling me which set looked best.” You smirk at him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t out me like that.”

“Gross.” Harry sticks his tongue out, sipping a beer in disgust at the couple.

“Don’t ‘gross’ me,” You sass him. “I have a present for you, but if you’re gonna be a brat about it-”

“No, no, no, no.” He rushes out, setting his cup down as he leans forward. “What’d you get me?”

“Well…” You reach behind you, grabbing a bag before two vinyls emerge. They’re the first and only copies, as you had not planned on releasing a vinyl copy for the remix. “They’re personally signed.” You carefully hand one to Harrison and one to Harry. Each has a message from both girls, and Harrison and Harry squeal in delight.

“Where’s my present?” Tom pouts. What comes next only makes him grow redder.

“I’m wearing it.” You smile cheekily. “Think you can wait a few hours?”

His eyes go wide as he nods feverishly. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait too long.

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sunshineseung · 4 years

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Journal Part 5 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 4.6k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!jeongin, “mommy/ma’am”, embarrassment, smut within smut [blindfolding, free use, grinding, begging, choking, spanking, degradation], mutual masturbation, orgasm control, punishment, impact play (w/ riding crop), establishing a safe word, PIV (missionary), creampie, aftercare, teasing/flirting, plot plot plot !!!

note: this story does not take place during a pandemic, so keep that in mind with later scenes :) keep social distancing you dorks !!!

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Jeongin’s head is on your lap as you run your hand through his hair, both of you sitting calmly on the couch. The TV isn’t on; you’re just appreciating each other’s company. Jeongin can’t fully sit on his ass right now for reasons that are apparent to both of you, but he’s happy laying down on your pillowy thighs.

“So, Jeonginnie, can I read your journal now?” Jeongin’s face heats up, his eyes darting over to the bag he brought with only his journal in it. “Go get it, baby. I want to see what you’ve been thinking about.”

Jeongin painfully stands up and hobbles over to the bag, taking out his journal and putting it safely in your hands. You flip through the pages until you don’t recognize the writings while Jeongin settles back down on your thighs.

“Jeez, baby. This is so filthy. You’re so much more perverted than I could have imagined.” You laugh as Jeongin whines and hides his face in your thighs. He shivers as you run your hand down his back, your nails scratching him.

He flips his body around, looking up at you. “What part are you even reading?”

“Oh, should I just read this out loud?” He’s beet red as you clear your throat to begin reading his journal like a bedtime story.

“Mommy, this is embarrassing~”

“I want to be blindfolded and bound, unable to move my body as mommy uses me for her own pleasure. I’d let her do anything to me. My body is all hers-”

“Mommy! Stop!” Jeongin’s voice is high and whiny, kicking his legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. You grab his hair and pull him off of your thighs, practically tossing him to the other side of the couch. His eyes are glued to you as you stand up and take off your pants and underwear, sitting back down and spreading your legs towards Jeongin. Your hand goes down to your cunt, running your digits through your folds before rubbing your clit while you keep your eyes on the journal.

“Y/n grinds herself against my cock, getting her sweet juices all over my needy dick. ‘Mommy,’ I whine, ‘please fuck me senseless.’ She laughs, loving the feeling of fucking me dumb without even taking my cock inside her. Her hand goes around my neck, choking me just enough to make my vision fuzzy. All I can see are her beautiful, soft tits bouncing as she rides me.”

Jeongin watches how you touch yourself, your hips bucking into your hand as your wetness drips onto your legs and the couch. You can clearly see Jeongin’s hard cock, him only wearing one of your tee shirts. His hand goes to his cock, hesitating before gripping the tip gently and playing with the most sensitive part of his cock.

“Jeongin, no touching yourself!” Your hand speeds up on your clit, your eyes boring holes into Jeongin’s form. He doesn’t move his hand away, continuing his jerking motions on his veiny cock. “Jeongin! Do you want to get punished?”

“I-I can’t help it, mommy.” He speeds up with you, both of you nearing your highs sooner than expected. You both masturbate as you watch each other, taking in the view, knowing fully that the other is thinking about them.

“If you’re so needy, then cum. Cum all over yourself.” Your hand goes down from your clit to finger yourself, easily taking in three fingers. Jeongin loves watching your cunt stretch, imagining that it was his cock rather than your fingers.

His eyes squint shut as he cums, getting his load onto his legs, your shirt, and the couch. When he comes back to Earth, you’re staring at the pages of his journal while still fingering yourself, you getting close to your own orgasm after watching Jeongin go through his.

“Her hand reels back as she harshly slaps my ass with her paddle, degrading me over and over again like the bad boy I am. ‘Such a fucking slut, baby. Slutty little ass loves being hit, doesn’t it?’ I can’t respond, the gag in my mouth refusing to let me speak, but my desperate groans are all the response she needs.”

Jeongin lunges forward, his face sitting right over your cunt. You tear your fingers out of your cunt, the wet digits weaving into Jeongin’s hair and pulling his mouth to your pussy. He laps at your folds, tasting you so well, bringing you up to your high.

“Good boy,” you moan as your legs shake, your hand pulling at Jeongin’s hair. He sucks on your clit, taking in all of your sweet release. He smiles against your cunt, your chest raising and lowering with each heavy breath. “Jeonginnie?”

“Yes mommy?” He licks your wetness off of his lips, savoring the taste of your pussy. You pull him up into a hug, his face landing right between your tits. He hugs you back at your waist, loving how warm your chest is.

“You know you have to be punished now, right?” You pet down his back, pulling your stained shirt over his ass and squeezing at the muscle. He leans his hips back into your hand, loving having your hands all over him.

“Be as rough as you want.” Jeongin raises his head to see you, a smile wide on his face. “I’ll be your good little toy from now on, ma’am.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” You kiss the top of his head, gently pushing him off of your chest and back onto his feet. “Go to my room and get undressed. I want you on all fours when I get back, understood?”

“Yes ma’am!” Jeongin runs to your room, tearing his shirt off on the way down the hall. You laugh at his eagerness as you look back at his journal, cringing once you remember that Lee Minho has read at least part of it. Your heart aches, your indescribable feelings for Jeongin warming your heart while your brain reminds you how wrong this relationship is.

No matter how you feel, Jeongin is obediently waiting for you on your bed, ass up, ready for anything you’ll do to him. You push your conflicting feelings aside and grab his journal before heading into your bedroom, seeing Jeongin’s pale figure spread out on your bed, his cock dangling between his legs.

“What’s the safe word this time, Jeongin?”

“... Apple.”

“It’s always food with you, isn’t it?” You both laugh, tension breaking for a moment before Jeongin hears you open a drawer on your dresser, hopefully where you keep your sex toys since it’s the same drawer you opened to take out the strap. “I bought all these new toys this week just to try with you. I can’t wait to break them in.”

Jeongin’s arms are shaking, not from holding up his weight, but from anticipation of what you’re about to do to him. He sees you approach him in his peripheral vision, his eyes suddenly being covered by a soft, silk material. If he wasn’t hard already, he certainly was now. You go back to the drawer, and he hears you shuffle something around to get to what you wanted.

“Let’s see how well you take this, baby.” You hit the bed with the riding crop, teasing Jeongin with the sound of the hit. The end of the crop rides up the back of his thighs to his ass, rubbing against his skin before leaving briefly to return with a harsh thwack. Jeongin moans, whimpering something that vaguely sounds like ‘mommy’.

You feel so powerful. After the week you just had, getting yelled at by your managers at every turn and getting scolded by your boss, this is exactly what you wanted: to be in control. Seeing this poor little boy naked and cowering before you on his hands and knees makes your ego soar, a smirk never leaving your face as you lay hit after hit on his bright red ass.

“You’re enjoying this too much, slut.” You run the riding crop down Jeongin’s hard cock, lightly tapping his tip at the end. He whines, dripping precum onto your sheets. “Absolutely pathetic.”

Jeongin shakes his ass in the air, smiling while his face is away from you. He bites down on his lip as you spank him with the crop again, reveling in the reactions from his body.

“Five more spanks, alright?” Jeongin nods his head wildly, desperately waiting for another hit. You reel your arm back, hitting him extra hard with the leather of the crop. He groans louder than he has since you started, his cock twitching, aching for any attention. Another hit and his cock leaks precum out of the tip, dripping lightly onto the sheets below him.

“Countdown from three.” Jeongin inhales calmly, collecting himself so he can form a coherent word. You spank his ass, the leather creating a loud smack in the room.

“Three.” Jeongin lowers his head towards the bed, all of the spanking starting to get to him. His ass was bright and bruised, his legs were shaking, and his back was arched as you lay another spank on him. “T-two.”

“One more, sweetheart.” You rub your hand over his ass, calming the skin before landing the last hit, the hardest of them all. You aim right for his hole, the loud sound from the impact practically making your ears ring.

“Thank you, mommy.” You keep rubbing his ass as he collapses onto the bed, laying flat on his stomach and breathing heavily. He’s smiling lightly, his headspace still being clouded by lust and love. “Did I do good?”

“Yes, baby boy. You did very well.” You kiss the back of his head, petting his hair wildly and making it stick up in all directions. You both giggle, you hugging his back as you fall next to him. “What do you want as your reward?”

“I get to choose?” All of a sudden, Jeongin gets flustered, ears turning redder than his ass. You nod, continuing to comb your fingers through his hair. He takes your offer and thinks this through thoroughly. “Can I… fuck you?”

“Sure, cutie. Missionary?” He nods like you had seconds ago, allowing you to lay on your back and spread your legs, softly touching your folds with two fingers. He drools at the sight, your pussy all for him. As much as he wants to eat you out, he also wants to fuck you for the first time himself. “You got it, Jeonginnie?”

“I got it mommy, don’t worry!” He really sounded like a giddy child despite getting ready to slip his cock into you. You let yourself relax, breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth. You felt like you were on vacation with a little college boy between your legs, sweating his hair off because he was worried he couldn’t pleasure you like you’ve pleasured him. Although he told you not to worry, he was worrying. Heavily. “Y/n?”

“Yes?” You look up at him, the nerves clear on his face. He pouts at you, and you brightly smile back, pulling him down to you in a hug. His chest is flush against yours, his hands awkwardly maneuvering behind you to complete the hug. “I got you, baby. Take your time.”

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay?” You kiss his forehead and nod, one of his hands slipping out from under you and going to his hard cock to line him up with your entrance. Although he’s been inside you before, this was the first time he was fucking you, and he just wanted it to be the best experience possible, although you honestly didn’t care if you got off as long as Jeongin was happy.

His tip breaks into your hole, pulsing against your walls as he bottoms out. You continue to hold him close, his head warm between your tits. With your boobs in his face and his cock inside your cunt, Jeongin could have sworn he was in heaven. He starts thrusting into you, his hips slamming slowly into yours as he fucks you deep. His grunts and groans were soft, but very welcomed to your ears. Although you didn’t want to moan just so you could hear him better, you let out a few whines to let him know you’re enjoying it.

“You feel so good, my little prince.” He kisses your chest as your praise, already becoming a little rougher with his movements. His cock hits your sweet spot, forcing your legs to shake from around him. “S-so fucking good.”

Your phone rings from the nightstand, something you never should have put next to you to begin with. Before you can see who’s calling, Jeongin reaches over and grabs the phone, answering it while still fucking into your tight cunt.

“Sorry. Y/n can’t come to the phone right now. She’s busy getting fucked by Yang Jeongin.” And with that, he hangs up the call and tosses the phone back onto the nightstand. You can’t totally comprehend what that call was or who was on the other end given they’re currently a horny teenage boy, as he said, fucking you. All you do is relax again and let Jeongin take you wherever he wants to take you.

Jeongin starts to get uncoordinated, his thrusts becoming unsteady in their pace. He feels the familiar warm feeling in his belly, his orgasm on its edge. He wants to hold out for you, he really does, but he just can’t. You feel too good.

“Mommy,” Jeongin whines, “can I cum?”

“You want to cum inside me, pretty boy?” You pet his hair, feeling slightly close but not nearly to the point of Jeongin. With a kiss to the top of his head, you get close to his ear and whisper, “fill me with your cum, sweetheart. Don’t be shy.”

He moans quietly against your chest, soon turning into a high-pitched whine of your name as he releases inside you. Your name can’t stop escaping from his lips as he comes down from his high, feeling you rubbing his back the whole way.

“I’m sorry, mommy. I didn’t make you-” before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off with a kiss to his lips. His cock is still nestled inside you, softening and slowly slipping out. His cum seeps out of your hole, going down to the bedsheets in a small pool under you. You pull away from the kiss as he fully pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty as before. You cup both of his cheeks with your hands and pull him up to your face just so you can admire him.

“I don’t care that I didn’t cum, Jeongin. Sex isn’t just about your orgasm.” You peck his lips, his eyes glowing as they look into yours with pure endearment and love. “I enjoyed my time with you. Isn’t that enough?”

“That’s enough, mommy. Thank you.” He returns the peck on your lips, diving his head down into your neck to cuddle. You laugh at his cuteness, holding him in a snug hug. “Sorry for answering that call.”

“Who was it?” Now with your mind fully, or at least mostly, intact, you know it was Minho calling you back. He always calls you back if he didn’t get the last word.

“It was your ex-husband. I didn’t want you to have to hear him again after he made you so mad earlier.” Jeongin frowns against your neck, kissing your shoulder. You just pet his back and let the silence overtake you. The silence was much better than talking about your ex with Jeongin again. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Jeonginnie.” Everytime you say that, Jeongin swears he can feel a fairy get it’s wings. His heart flutters, butterflies fill his stomach, he can’t feel his face. For a brief moment, you’re his entire world.

With your heartbeats in sync, you and Jeongin drift off to sleep, taking a short nap before Jeongin had to go home. You hate to admit it, but aside from your two daughters, Jeongin is the best thing you have in your life. Work is a drag, and your coworkers are just that, coworkers. The closest thing you have to a friend is a college boy who’s practically half your age.

You can’t let these thoughts consume you. For now, you get to sleep with a cute naked boy on your body acting as a weighted blanket.

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“So, you want to be switched out of Professor Lee’s class?” Jeongin’s guidance counselor paced back and forth in the tight office space. Jeongin nodded, his bookbag still on his back in case of an easy exit. “Why do you want to be switched out? You seem to be doing well up until very recently.”

“Uhm,” Jeongin fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie, “personal reasons outside of class.”

“Oh, care to elaborate?” His counselor sits at his desk, opening another window and readying his fingers on the old keyboard.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It isn’t my place to talk about.” Jeongin’s leg is hopping up and down, his body unable to stay still in the cramped office. “Can you just switch my class to another teacher?”

“Of course. I’ll need you to get in touch with Professor Lee to see which other professor might be the best fit to continue your curriculum.”

Jeongin gulps, nervous to see Minho after the hellish class he had to sit through today.

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“Yes, you can leave.”

“Thank you Mr. Bang!” Jeongin darts out of the office back to Minho’s class, desperately wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. He meekly walks into the class, Lee Minho sitting at his desk in the front of the room grading papers. Before Jeongin can speak, Minho stares him down and rolls his eyes.

“Back so soon?” Minho raises an eyebrow, expecting never to see Jeongin again. “Or do you need tips on how to make Y/n cum?”

“What professor should I switch to from your class?” Right to the point. Jeongin wasn’t here to play games. Minho laughs, realizing the reason for Jeongin’s responsiveness was because he was switching out of his class.

“Aw, but you can’t leave my class. We have so much in common!” Minho gets up from his desk and throws his arm over Jeongin, the whole action feeling sarcastic in nature. Jeongin cringes, hating the feeling of Minho touching him. “We should go get drinks, kid. We have so much to talk about.”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” The younger nudges his professor’s arm off of him, raising his voice to his superior. “Just tell me who to switch to.”

“You know you also need my signature, right?” Minho is the Devil. Jeongin is convinced that Minho is the Devil. To make Minho sign a paper is to make a deal with the Devil. A risky business practice, but a necessary one if Jeongin hopes to survive the semester. “Come get a drink with me and I’ll let you switch out of my class.”

“Fine. But only because I want to leave.” Jeongin huffs and crosses his arms, avoiding eye contact at all costs with Lee Minho. “What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at 8pm. Dress nice. I’m paying.” Minho winks, throwing up a finger gun at his student. Jeongin’s the one to roll his eyes this time, turning around and leaving without another word.

Wait, how does he know where I live?

Right, right. Neighbors.

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Jeongin’s never felt such genuine heartache and mental pain as he felt in the car with Minho. Not a word was said other than a brief, cold greeting. The awkward silence in the expensive car made Jeongin cringe, unknowing how to position his body, feeling even his breath was too loud. He took quick glances at Minho’s face, clenching his fists as he’s reminded of what he did to you, how heartbroken he made you, the fact that he left you with your two kids all by yourself aside from a weekend with them once a month.

The two couldn’t have arrived any sooner for Jeongin. The bar was relatively crowded, a few empty tables and seats here and there. The patrons were having fun, or at least as much fun as they could have in such a boujee bar.

Minho leads Jeongin to the main bar upstairs with a mildly impressive view of the street lights from outside. Everything was so nice: the stools, the shelves, the decoration. It was all expensive and elegant. There’s no way any drink in this bar was a reasonable price.

“Sit down next to me. We have a lot to talk about.” Minho pulls out a chair, gesturing for Jeongin to sit before Minho takes a seat himself. He orders two glasses of wine for him and Jeongin, flirting with the man behind the bar to get a good deal.

“What’s there to talk about?” Jeongin takes a sip of his wine, the bitter, fruity taste making him wince. “And why’d you get red wine at a bar?”

“What? Kids these days don’t like red wine?” Minho takes a bigger sip, gulping it down with no issue. “And don’t act dumb, Jeongin. You seemed to love to talk to me on the phone the other day, remember?” Jeongin goes flushed, his ears turning bright red. “I feel like you have the wrong idea about me. I’m not an awful guy, you know?”

“Not an awful guy?” Jeongin could have spit out his drink if he actually liked the red wine enough to take a second sip. “You cheated on Y/n and left her with your two kids. You left them with no money. To me, you’re an awful guy.”

“Oh, is that what she told you?” Minho’s voice shakes a little, hearing Y/n’s side of the story from someone else making him rethink for a moment. “That’s not entirely wrong, but that’s not entirely true either.”

“What’s not true about it?” Jeongin can’t even look in Minho’s eyes. He just keeps his gaze at the wall of drinks behind the bar. Minho collects his thoughts, thinking thoroughly about what he’s about to say to defend himself.

“First of all, I never actually cheated on my wife. She jumped the gun and thought texts from a coworker were sexts, alright? I would never do that.” Minho takes another sip of wine, waiting to see if Jeongin would respond. Jeongin doesn’t even emote at all, keeping his cold stare away from his professor. “I was just talking to her as a friend. There was nothing going on between us.”

“Then who are you dating right now? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Jeongin finally looks at Minho, head cocked to the side as if he was an investigative reporter getting his newest scoop. Every word that came out of Minho’s mouth was going to be reported back to you, and they both knew that.

“Oh, we broke up last night after I dropped off the girls.” Minho laughs at himself, feeling down at the mention of his new ex. “She just walked out, and I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Silence falls over the two men, Jeongin not knowing how to comfort this grown ass man. Minho puts his hand on Jeongin’s shoulder, nodding to the younger boy as if they had a father-son relationship, although Jeongin was absolutely repulsed by Minho’s existence.

“I hate when you look down on me like that.” Minho drops his hand, looking confused at Jeongin as he continues to speak. “Just because I’m younger doesn’t mean you can’t respect me.”

“From what I read in your little book, you want to be disrespected.” Jeongin’s jaw drops, totally forgetting about Minho knowing about his special journal. Before the younger boy can respond, Minho covers his lips with a finger, shushing him successfully. “Do you really think I invited you here just to talk about my ex wife, Jeongin?”

“Huh?” Jeongin raises an eyebrow, catching on quickly as Minho’s finger dips down onto his bottom lip, pulling his mouth open. “Minho-”

“I haven’t had a submissive in so long.” Minho’s glare lingered on Jeongin’s lip, mentally noting how pretty his mouth looks right now. “You’d be perfect for me, baby boy.”

“Don’t fucking touch me old man.” Jeongin pushes Minho’s hand away, making sure all of his belongings were in his pockets before standing up to leave. In a familiar scene, Minho grabs his wrist and pulls Jeongin back to him, twirling him around to look him in the eyes.

“You can’t just leave me like this,” Minho looks down to his bulge in his pants, gesturing that Jeongin has to do something about it, “little prince.”

Nope. No, no, no. “Little prince” is your name for Jeongin, not Minho’s. Hearing those words leave Minho’s lips make Jeongin die inside, feeling his stomach flip in disgust. He clenches his fists, running solely on anger and adrenaline.

Jeongin snarls like a feral dog before pulling his hand out of Minho’s grasp, lunging forward to punch him in the dick. Minho hisses, quickly grabbing his crotch from the influx of pain. Jeongin smiles, feeling like he finally got his anger out in a productive way. The other people at the bar look over to the scene, Jeongin walking away from Minho who is still at the bar. Before he walks too far away, he turns around to see the pain in Minho’s eyes. “Thanks for the drinks, old man.”

Fuck that signature. If he has to, he’ll never show up to that damned class again, even if it’s still on his schedule. Not a single fuck was given as he walked to the sidewalk and called a taxi, telling the driver to go back to his home just so he could walk next door and tell you everything.

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“Let me get this straight,” you huff as you pace back and forth in front of your living room couch and Jeongin lounges back into the upholstery, “Minho hit on you, you punched him in the dick, and then you left?”

“Yup, you got it!” Jeongin’s smiling like he accomplished something, which in his mind, he did. You feel exhausted just thinking about the scenario. “Are you proud of me?”

“Jeongin,” you sigh, “please don’t interfere with my life.”

“W-what?” Jeongin feels like he could cry right now if he had it in him to cry in front of you. “What do you mean?”

“We’re sex partnerts, right? That’s the title we put on this relationship.” Jeongin nods, remembering one of his previous conversations with you. “My sex partner should not be interfering with my divorce. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’, Yang Jeongin. Stay away from my ex-husband. Your job is to watch my kids and then we fuck. That’s it. I don’t want you in my life as anything else.”

Jeongin starts shaking, his world collapsing around him in an instant. He’s never felt this strong of an emotion before, or at least not about you. He nods, grabs his bag, and leaves, going back to his house and up to his room without even telling his mother that he’s home. You tried to stop him and talk to him, but he didn’t respond. He just shut off.

Message from Y/n 💗 I love you, alright? You know I love you, right?

Message from Yang Jeongin Thank you. I love you too.

Message from Y/n 💗 Sleep well ,baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Message from Yang Jeongin Goodnight mommy

Jeongin plugged in his phone for the night, not even cracking open his journal before going to sleep, jerking off like he has conditioned himself to do every night. It isn’t for a release, he just wants to feel something, anything, after you made him feel like that. He’d never thought he’d catch himself crying while jerking off, but he loves crying while imaging you degrading him for being such a sensitive little bitch.

I’ll be in your life, Y/n. I need to be in your life, no matter what it takes.

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