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the princess and the rockstar | jjk [1]

plot | Once upon a time, there was a crowd-favorite crown princess who found herself romantically involved with a famous rockstar. See how they will try to navigate the world and maybe live happily ever after.

w.c | 3.3k

genres | angst, fluff, modern royalty!au, celebrity!au, established relationship!au

pairing | rockstar!jungkook x princess!reader

note | oh my god, finally. i'm here, it's here. almost took me years to finally write the chapters. this is the first chapter, I just broadened the spotted drabble. but I hope you'll enjoy reading it :)

main masterlist | series masterlist | spotify playlist

[AN EXCERPT FROM THE INTERVIEW]

Growing up in a palace may seem like a fairy tale for most people, but for Queen YN, the Sapphire Palace is home. Born a year after her father was crowned as the king, Queen YN of Zafiro was introduced to the royal lifestyle before she could even learn how to talk.

“I think I learned the royalty’s etiquette first before saying my first words,” she quipped with a small smile. “This might come off as unexpected, but my mother is much stricter than my dad when it comes to our behavior. She was my first teacher in everything and made sure that we followed every rule in the book.”

With her mother’s strict upbringing, Queen YN was already aware from a very young age that she was not just like any other kids in her old preparatory school. She shared how her mother will teach her about royal traditions and responsibility, while her father will balance everything out by organizing a weekly family event like a movie marathon night, where they would just watch films Queen YN and Princess Astrid chose until they fall asleep on their unusually large couch.

“Maybe it was because they grew up in different status of life. Mom always wanted me to be a great example and do no wrong since I am the model for young Zafiroans… But now that I’m older, I thought of it as a result of the scrutiny she got as a young commoner who suddenly got everyone’s attention after marrying one of the world’s most eligible bachelors back then.”

“Isn’t this whole outfit a little too inappropriate?”

Looking up from your sketchpad, you see Astrid standing before you, rocking a themed outfit with her favorite platform boots. She looked amazing and prepared for tonight’s concert, the one she begged you to chaperone her in. But based on your mother’s tone through the video call, your sister might have to change her clothes later. She always does outfit checks whenever someone in the family has somewhere to be, wanting to make sure everyone is well-dressed.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s very much appropriate. They are going to a rock concert for Pete’s sake, everyone who’s coming will be sporting that style.”

Your father comes on the screen, saving his princesses as usual. You and Astrid shared a knowing glance as you knew what your father was doing. Even though they are a million miles away from their royal duties, you two can still sense the awkward air between your parents’ differences.

“But not everyone is a royal princess, sweetie,” your mother replied, not wanting to back down from her initial opinion.

Now this is where you step in, “Hi, Papa!”

“Hello, my princess.” Your dad waved. “And what are you wearing tonight?”

You stood up from Astrid’s bed, the one you have been lying on ever since the call started, and distanced yourself from the camera to show them the Prada dress you have on. In your mother’s standards, it’s perfectly appropriate. Covered shoulders? Check! Almost knee-length? Check! Classy and graceful? Check!

Although the dress fits your mother’s standards, you did not wear it specifically because of that. It’s just that you wouldn’t know what to wear to a rock concert, you've never been to one. Your closet lacks the style of clothes Astrid has, and even though your sister is wonderful in what she’s wearing, you don’t think you can wear something like that comfortably. It’s something new, and new is always uncomfortable to you. And the Prada dress is something familiar to you. It’s better.

“See! That’s how I want you to dress up as a princess, Astrid. Very elegant,” your mother told your sister, who’s standing next to you.

Knowing how the comment might make your little sister feel, you gave her a side hug, “Mooom, this is my style, and I think Astrid looks exceptional with her outfit. She’s so much more stylish than I am. I’m sure Vogue will write her an article as soon as they see her outfit later.”

Your mom hummed for a few seconds, “Okay. But don’t take the jacket off when you’re out of the venue.”

You felt your sister perk up beside you, “How about during the concert?”

“Fine, but no taking pictures with the leather jacket off,” she said sternly, but you and Astrid were already smiling from ear to ear.

“Thank you, Mom!”

“Okay, my loves. We have to go now, and I think you two should too. Don’t make your Uncle Eddie wait, you should be ready before 7,” your father reminded you.

No matter how high his position is in Zafiro, he makes sure that his family doesn’t cause any unnecessary inconvenience to his staff members, including his courtier, whom you and Astrid always called Uncle Eddie. He has been your father’s best friend ever since middle school, where they met. They were so close that you and Astrid, the royal princesses, attended his wedding as flower girls, which was the first time that considered to be a commoner’s wedding was considered.

“We’re just going to touch up our hair and makeup. Then, we’re good,” you smiled. “Please take care there.”

“And please get me one of their wool scarves, Papa!” your younger sister exclaimed.

“We will keep that in mind, Dee-dee.” Your father smiled, calling Astrid by her childhood nickname. “Enjoy your night, okay? Listen to Eddie’s instructions—”

Your mother cuts him off, “And Astrid, listen to YN. Okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she nods.

After some goodbyes and ending the call, you and Astrid found yourself finishing your looks in her room. Loud music, which you assumed to be by the band you’re about to see tonight, played in Astrid’s speakers while you looked through her closet to find something that could make you fit in even a little.

“Does this go with this?” You turned around, holding her black knee-high boots next to your dress.

Astrid looked back, holding her eyeliner just above her right eye, “Yes.” She grinned, “But this isn’t a country concert, YN.”

You sighed, “Come on, I’m trying. I don’t want to look like a sore thumb in the crowd.”

“As if being the crown princess of this country is not enough for you to stand out,” she teased, making you roll your eyes. “Wear it! It goes with your dress, and I swear no one will bat an eyelash at your outfit. Everyone there will focus on the sweaty guys playing on stage.”

Sweaty guys playing on stage. The thought somehow made you cringe. What does this band do on stage anyway? You barely have any idea about Sweet September, even though they fill Astrid’s playlist in almost a hundred percent. You only read their name before in a news article about their work with the UN against cyberbullying. But other than that, nothing. Boy bands (Astrid claims they are a man-band, like, based on her words, they play real rock music.) rarely interest you. Starting when you were younger up to now, the only type of concerts you’ve been to were orchestral and jazz concerts, which are more tranquil than a rock concert.

“Do you think it will piss Mom off if I go with a black lipstick?” Astrid breaks out of your stream of thoughts.

“Definitely.”

“Perfect,” she laughed before swiping the jet-black lipstick over her lips.

You chuckled, shaking your head, as you sat on the edge of her bed to zip up the boots, “Can you, like, give me a quick briefing about this band before we go there?”

“Hmm, okay.” Astrid remained focused on the mirror. “So, Sweet September is a four-member pop-rock band that was formed two years ago. Carter is their drummer and the oldest member of the band. He’s usually the more chill and caring one, like an old grandpa,” she laughed. “Then, we have Woosung, who’s the sarcastic one. He plays the bass guitar and also produces and writes most of their songs. There’s Mingyu, their lead guitarist. He’s the funniest one and like the co-founder of the group. His sister was dating Carter, who’s now like his brother-in-law.”

“And who’s the other founder? Carter?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Astrid shook her head, “No. That would be Jungkook.”

“And what about him?” you asked after the sparkles in her eyes got brighter.

She had to pause and look at you. “He’s the lead vocalist. Also, their frontman. Really, really talented, but one of his main skills is like pulling new fans into the group. So be careful out there.”

You chuckled, figuring that she was probably just exaggerating over the guy, “Is he that good?”

“Oh my god, YN. You have no idea. He’s the face and the voice of the band! I personally love Mingyu, but man, Jungkook can easily make me switch lanes if he wants me to. That face? With that voice?! He’s God’s favorite.” Astrid went on before squinting her eyes at you. “I swear, if you see him perform tonight, you’ll get me. You might even fall in love tonight.”

“Yeah, right.” You stood up with her heavy boots and checked yourself out in her full-length mirror.

The boots feel different, but you’ll get used to them. Hopefully. You don’t have a pair since you usually opt for shoes and sandals that complement your dresses and other formal wear. For tonight, for the sake of fitting in, you wanted to mix Astrid’s fashion style with yours. Even a little.

“Your Royal Highnesses, Sir Edward asked me to tell you that your ride’s waiting outside,” a royal servant knocked on the door.

Astrid picked up her leather jacket while you reached for your purse. Smiling at her, you asked, “Let’s go?”

A thin sheet of smoke almost veiled the ‘No Smoking’ sign in the green room as Jungkook took a hit from the freshly lit cigarette stick between his fingers. He exhaled slowly, hoping that every drag would calm down his nerves.

“Hey, that’s not allowed here,” Carter comes in with his drumsticks in his hands. “Tara will kill you if she knew you’re doing that.”

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, “Just one.”

Carter, being the big brother he is, picked up something in their youngest’s behavior. He knew Jungkook did not smoke regularly. The last time he saw him smoke was earlier this year during the launch of their second album. Twirling his drumstick between his fingers, Carter sat back on the sofa.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook shook his head. “It’s just it’s a first show for this tour, and my heart’s already exploding.”

“Alright, that’s okay. But the moment you hit the stage, whatever you’re feeling will be gone anyway,” the older smiled, tapping his shoulder.

Jungkook smiled, but his shoulders remained tensed. When the door swung open, he immediately soaked the cigarette in the soda can on the table. He quietly hoped the air diffuser in the room would clear out the cigarette smell to avoid their manager’s reprimands. But it was Mingyu who came in, unaware. He has his eyes glued to his phone.

“Do you think they’re coming?” he suddenly asked, looking up at Jungkook as he sat next to him.

Jungkook raised a brow, “Who?”

“Zafiro’s royal family.”

That made the lead vocalist and the drummer chuckle, which offended Mingyu, who got defensive, “Okay, I am not being delusional here. But I think we all know that the younger princess is a big fan.”

“Doesn’t mean she’ll drag the whole family here,” Carter laughs, shaking his head.

“You never know… And you,” Mingyu points his finger at his best friend, “Don’t act like you will not be delighted if Princess YN shows up here tonight.”

The name is not new in Jungkook’s ears. Hell, even in his head, Princess YN is not a new visitor. He knew a few facts about her than a normal person would, but he can justify that by saying that she was (or is) basically his recent fascination. Is four years ago still considered recent?

He knew you were the same age as him. You have been in the limelight so much longer than him, and probably handle the attention much better than he does. He is aware of the royal protocols. Or that one Vogue article you wrote to raise awareness about Zafiro’s rising jewelry exports. You have your advocacy, just like any other royal family member, but something about you stuck with him the first time he saw you in a magazine interview clip years ago.

He remembered replaying that short six-minute interview over and over again, where you talk about things that Jungkook usually finds boring. But the smile that glows on your face as you tell stories pulled him in.

“She won’t,” Jungkook mumbled confidently, but he could feel his fingers itching for another stick of cigarette.

“You two will have your own entrance and exit spots. Ronnie and Ben would accompany you two to the entrance and would meet you at the same gate after the concert.”

Your father’s trusty courtier, Eddie, guided you and your sister on what you’re supposed to do. There were rules you had to remember, so you listened carefully to make sure you won’t forget a thing. Especially since Astrid practically begged your parents not to have bodyguards with her for tonight, wanting to feel that sense of normalcy for once.

“Is that all, Uncle?”

Astrid already had her arms crossed as she asked that. It’s been fifteen minutes since your car arrived in front of this secret entrance to the concert. But because of the King’s instructions, you two were held up.

Eddie smiled, noticing your sister’s tone, “I know you are excited about this concert, Your Royal Highness. But His Majesty still has one last message… and this is a very important one, so listen.” Your sister sighed, you leaned forward to hear whatever his about to say, “Please remind my lovely girls to enjoy the night amidst my tiring instructions. Take pictures and sing along. I would love to hear stories from them about this very important concert, based on what my Astrid said, when my queen and I get back from our short trip to Scotland. Follow what your Uncle Eddie says.”

A small smile formed on your lips with that. Finally, Eddie lets you two go with your bodyguards until the gate. Then, a nice concert staff welcomed you into the venue and led you and your sister to your seats.

“Oh, my god. I cannot believe Papa let us come here alone,” your sister said as she slipped the Xyloband into her wrist.

“I know…” Your voice trailed off when you heard the people singing along to the song playing not too far away. You turned to the staff, “Excuse me, is the concert starting already?”

“No, Ma’am. We’re just playing the band’s music videos before they perform on stage. But they will be performing in a few minutes.”

You nodded with that. It didn’t take long for you to get into your seats. The seats are not that close or far from the main stage, and it’s in the center. For safety purposes, your father and the security team agreed not to put you two in the floor area where you can see the band better and closer. Nonetheless, you knew Astrid would love any seat she would get in this place.

Since you heard from Astrid that the tickets were sold out as soon as it’s started selling, you assumed your father pulled some strings to make this possible. It made you wonder even more what’s good in Sweet September. Other than Astrid's introduction earlier, you made an effort to read a couple of articles about them, and you later learned that tonight is the start of their world tour. You learned that they have a huge following in your country, and fans petitioned for them to visit Zafiro, which resulted in tonight.

“Oh, look at that! Look at those signs!”

Your sister was laughing while she pointed her finger all over the crowded arena. The joy on her face was enough for you to smile. But still, your eyes followed where she was pointing. Each sign has big, bold, easily noticeable letters and words. They were aggressive and funny, with one of them asking to put oil on the lead vocalist’s body.

What was that supposed to mean?

You wanted to ask Astrid, but she was already talking to another fan who was sitting beside her. The fan seemed surprised and delighted at the same time when she locked eyes with you for a second. You just smiled. As a highly-regarded crown princess, you know that they least expect you to show up at a rock concert next to them. You then turned to your other side, where you immediately locked eyes with a lady who seemed a bit older than you. She instantly looked away and slowly looked back after a few seconds, thinking that you were not looking at her anymore. But you are. And you can tell who she is by her awkward aura and stiff movements.

As part of showing respect to a royal, a commoner cannot talk to you unless you speak to them first. So you decided to say something in a mumble, “Did the King hire you?”

You don’t want your sister to hear it. You want her to focus on the fact that she is free from your parents’ overprotectiveness tonight. You can read the hesitation on the woman’s face, but you can already tell that she is a secret security agent Eddie hired.

“It’s fine. I understand,” you gave her a reassuring smile. “Please, enjoy the concert too.”

The woman nods and bows subtly. Turning away, you see, Astrid had already made new friends. They were taking pictures and talking about their excitement for tonight until one of the girls told her,

“It’s a surprise to see you in here, Your Royal Highness.”

“Please, just call me Astrid, or you can add that princess title if you’re uncomfortable with calling me by name,” she quipped, and they laughed. “Actually, the King only let me come here when Princess YN agreed to accompany me.”

Her friends’ mouths all formed into a small o. You waved at them, and they bowed their heads. Suddenly, the lights slowly dimmed down, and everyone began screaming– including Astrid. To say that your sister is excited was an understatement. It’s like she slept with a hanger in her mouth with how wide she’s smiling. Your cheeks hurt for her. But you’re happy to see her happy.

Taps on the microphone can be heard before someone clears their throat, building up everyone’s excitement. You stood there, just listening to them and observing.

“Everyone, welcome to the denim jungle!”

Someone began playing a good riff on a bass guitar. The band’s silhouette is recognizable on stage over the thick, white smoke. In the first beat of the drum, the lights snapped open. There, your eyes spotted the lead vocalist. His hair is damp for some reason, yet it goes perfectly with his mostly dark outfit.

“Zafiro, let me hear you scream!” he growled into the microphone.

A fucking growl. A growl that basically popped everyone’s balloon, releasing a thousand screams and cheers from everyone in the Crystalline Stadium. Everything is so loud. You’re finding it hard to breathe. You can’t breathe, but you are enjoying it. It’s confusing. The screams. The instruments are playing. Your heartbeats thumping.

“I swear, if you see him perform tonight, you’ll get me.” You clutched your chest as you heard Astrid’s statement from earlier in your head. “You might even fall in love tonight.”

Oh, no.

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hanniesbrat · 8 months ago

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the boy is mine | k.mg

pet play w mingyu

pairing: kim mingyu x reader, reader’s best friend is yuqi! ((g)i-dle) also cheol lol

wc: 5.6k (can you believe i cut it down?)

genre: strangers -> fucking, smut, little cracky at some parts

synopsis: when one of your best friends (who also happens to be a frat bro), seungcheol, invites you to his halloween party, you hesitantly accept. you were never really the party type… but one guy, one of his new friends to be exact, might single handedly change that.

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a/n: ......heyyyyy... no one hate me. i know im almost a whole month late ): prepping for the svt concert took more time than i anticipated, i live in america so... yeah all that happened, work got in the way, i had a lot of yap days with my wife @jenoslutie which has been so nice!! <3 and i JUST (literally today) got back from visiting my bestie @goblynnrockz for their birthday :p BUT in between all that, i managed to finish this bitch. (pun intended) ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. and if it seems like its eluding to there being a potential relationship between mc and gyu, well... maybe there will be in the future ;p

(P.S. you must picture long, wavy haired mingyu in this :3 more like the pic on the right. i just put the lolla pic bc it fits the vibe you CANNOT argue w that lol okay imma stop yapping now. ENJOY LUVLIES!!!!)

you weren’t the party type, but when one of your best friends, seungcheol, invited you to his frat’s halloween party with a nearly quivering bottom lip, you couldn’t say no.

“you have to let me bring whoever i want as my plus one.” you deadpanned while crossing your arms.

“so you’ll go?!” he nearly squealed.

you sighed before nodding with an annoyed, “yes.”

“fuck yeah!” he yelled before swooping you up in a big hug. you couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from your chest.

you loved when cheol got all giddy. it was such a silly contrast to his wide, strong build, and that’s always been so enduring yet hilarious to you. you didn’t think anyone else like him existed in real life.

until you met him.

“remind me again why you are dragging me to a party?” your best friend, yuqi, chuckled out from the passenger’s seat of your car.

you took the last right before reaching the house. “cheol asked nicely and… i’ve been needing an excuse to wear these boots,” you smiled, looking for a parking spot.

yuqi silently pointed to a spot on the street, and as you parked, she went on. “i just can’t help but wonder why cheol wanted you to go so bad like… he knows you’re not a partier.”

“he wants me to get out of my shell more.” you shrugged, getting out of the car.

“well you’re definitely out of your shell, fucking look at you. a full latex outfit and tits out? girl…” yuqi gawked at you for a moment.

dressing as blackcat was far out of your costume comfort zone. normally you went the horror route. billy the puppet, jennifer check (in the prom dress with the contacts, blood and all), freddy krueger, etc. so, wearing a latex set that left nothing to the imagination except for any ink you may have on your skin was out of character, but you wanted to spice it up this year.

“i think the little mask helps be feel a bit hidden,” you giggled seen as it’s a thin black eye mask, not hiding who is under it at all. yuqi jokingly scoffed and you then took the attention off yourself. “look at you, catwoman. you look devious with that whip,” you cooed, then took her hand in yours and gave her a spin on the sidewalk.

“oh stop it,” she blushed. “let’s get inside before it starts getting too crazy.”

you two walked in practically attached at the hip. you scanned the front room for cheol, yuqi doing the same. “ah! there he is,” she pointed toward the kitchen.

you looked over, immediately making eye contact with him. he waved you guys over to stand with him and some frat bro you didn’t recognize.

“y/n!” he greeted you with a bear hug, unfazed by your tits practically spilling from your top. “and yuqi! hey long time no see!” he said sweetly, giving her a side hug.

“hi! it’s good to see you, cheol,” she giggled.

“are you gonna introduce us?” you motioned to his friend beside him and smiled.

the friend smiled and reached a hand out, “hey, i’m chan! nice to meet you both.” after shaking both of your hands, a warm smile across his face, he turned around to finish concocting a drink for himself.

“you know we have a spare room. if you guys want, you can have some drinks! chan makes a mean lemon drop.” cheol offered you both.

yuqi got a devilish smile on her face, “don’t mind if i do, fred. one lemon drop, please, daphne!” she giggled leaning backwards on the counter next to chan, watching what he was doing over her shoulder. she faced forward after a moment and motioned her head toward you. “what about you miss latex?” she smirked giving you a once over. the girl wasn’t even drinking yet and she was already getting flirty. typical. (<3)

“don’t even let her answer that,” seungcheol quickly intervened. “make blackcat a drink, please. the pretty lady deserves it,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around you.

“well thank you, cheolie… but deserve it? for what?” you asked cutely, looking up at him.

“putting up with my bitchass. thank you for coming tonight. i’m glad you did,” he stated sweetly, giving you a kiss atop your head. you just leaned into him, silently telling him “you’re welcome” and “me too”.

“what’s up?” you look over at chan who’s finishing your drink up, and he’s got his phone between his ear and shoulder. “oh shit okay! we’ll be right out!” he hung up, sliding the phone in his pocket, then turned around handing you your drink. “pretty lady,” he smiled. “cheol lets go. that was vernon, they’re outside.” he said, patting cheol on the shoulder, making his way out of the kitchen hurriedly.

“okay! you two wait right here, i’ll be back.” seungcheol requested, then ran after chan.

“oh god,” you walked forward to the counter and turned so your back was leaning on it with yuqi. you two looked out from the kitchen, into the crowd of people that had seemingly gotten significantly larger since you’d arrived minutes ago. “they’ve all gotta be members of the mystery inc huh…” you trailed off.

“i wonder what poor guy they got to be scooby,” yuqi empathized.

“i bet it’s soonyoung.”

“be so fucking for real, y/n. he’s a fucking tiger every year,” yuqi said pointedly. she was right.

just then, the room got significantly more quiet meaning- oh those boys and their group entrances…

it was never anything elaborate, but they did have to make their presence known. cheol almost always walking in first as the rest of the boys followed.

you and yuqi made your way out of the kitchen to the living room, disregarding cheol’s words from earlier. you two managed to push toward the front of the swarm of people that were gathered near the door. shouts then could be heard from all over, praising the commitment of all the boys. first was cheol as fred, then chan as daphne walking alongside wonwoo as velma, and last but not least vernon as shaggy with… not soonyoung as scooby. “who the fuck is that?” you nearly drooled leaning over into yuqi’s ear.

“wonwoo?” she suggested.

“no, dumbass, obviously i know wonwoo… who’s scooby?” your voice dropping a cool octave or two in curiosity.

“i don’t know but… fuck is he fine,” she said bluntly.

you both had your eyes locked on him until yuqi’s gaze redirected to wonwoo… her main interest right now and always. “if you’ll excuse me,” she hummed, grazing a hand across your shoulder and handing you her whip as she strolled forward toward the tall boy wearing thicker framed glasses than normal.

you made your way back to the kitchen to wait for one of your friends to come back, knowing one of them would find their way to you.

or so you thought.

someone did definitely make their way to you, but it wasn’t cheol, yuqi, or even chan.

“i didn’t know blackcat carried around a whip,” scooby shot you a cheeky smile while reaching beside you on the counter for a drink.

you smiled, leaning your hip on the counter to face him. “she doesn’t, but cat woman does and she needed me to hold it for her.”

“well… i’m glad she needed you to because it gave me an excuse to talk to you.” you both chuckled, your face getting flushed. he turned, mirroring your position against the counter. “i’m mingyu. i just joined the frat,” he explained rather shy in comparison to his confident demeanor that he approached you with. it was charming.

“well hello mingyu,” you chuckled, chugging the rest of your lemon drop. “i’m y/n. i’m friends with cheol.”

“oh no way! you’re like… his best friend,” he laughs trying his drink. you giggled watching his face contort at the potency of the alcohol. “hey don’t laugh! bleh! but it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“it’s nice to meet you too,” you covered your mouth to snicker a bit more as if that makes it any less “mean”.

once he recovered a moment later, he sat his cup down and spoke up again. “you know, y/n, you make a beautiful blackcat,” he complimented, giving you a once over as respectfully as he could. from the minute he laid eyes on you when yuqi had walked way from you, he knew he had to talk to you. your little whip that didn’t go with your costume was his perfect excuse, and… you looked amazing. that could’ve even been enough of an excuse on its own.

your cheeks grew warm at the compliment with his demeanor and tone. it’d shifted to something more sensual than before. his eyes getting darker, but still soft.

“thank you,” you smiled before reaching up to play with one of his ears. “and you make an adorable puppy.”

his body stiffened, but it was so subtle you almost didn’t notice. you chose to ignore it, moving to his collar. “did minghao make this?” you asked, tilting your head admiring the well recreated scooby dog tag. you pulled on it a little, as if to test its durability, but really you wanted to see if this was doing something to the tall man before you. sure enough, you watched as he swallowed rather hard under your touch. you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been staring at his throat already.

“y-yeah he did. he’s really talented,” he said softly, slightly tilting his head back as you took your finger from the collar, and slowly traced it down his chest that was only covered by a thin, tight brown t-shirt.

“what’s the matter, scooby? cat got your tongue?” you asked in a very playful way, not wanting to come off too strong too fast as you were already mere centimeters away from his body now.

when he looked down at you, his eyes were pleading. desperate. like he was silently begging for you to do something more. he couldn’t find the words to answer your silly question. instead he sent his eyes to scan your face, lingering longer over your lips.

“gyu!” you both jumped back from each other. up pranced soonyoung, but he wasn’t a tiger. “and y/n? hey!” he gave you a hug and you squeezed him back.

“hey soonyoung!” you gathered your composure far quicker than mingyu who was still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. “a cowboy this year?” you motioned your hands to his costume.

“had to change it up,” he shrugged. “still got my date, though,” he grinned. you knew it was the stupid plastic skeleton he dragged along every year in the spirit of the holiday.

“well, wherever you set her down, i can imagine she goes way better with this outfit than the tiger onesie,” you both laugh.

“girl… a whip? i don’t think blackcat-“

“shutup, i know. it’s yuqi’s. she’s catwoman.” you deadpanned.

he put his hands up as if to surrender, “got it, no need to use it on me.” you two laughed together again.

mingyu wasn’t enjoying this conversation like you and soonyoung were, however.

he gently grabbed your wrist while patting soonyoung on the shoulder. “excuse us,” were the first words to come out of his mouth in the past couple minutes. it came out low and demanding, an extreme contrast from the state you had him in before soonyoung showed up.

you looked at soonyoung then shrugged your shoulders in confusion and blew him a quick kiss, whip in hand as mingyu pulled you away. “have fun!” he yelled after you both.

“mingyu, where the fuck are we going?” you finally ask as he's pulling you up the stairs.

“my room,” he states bluntly.

“your room? why didn’t you just get ready here then?” your genuine curiosity taking over.

mingyu stopped you both in front of his door. “except for cheol and chan, we all got ready at vernon’s,” he answered very matter of fact, then his eyebrows furrowed remembering what he was doing.

he opened his door, pulling you in with him. once he closed the door, he grabbed you and pushed you against it, hands cupping your face, instantly attacking your lips with his own. your hand naturally found its way to his long, wavy hair while your other rested on his chest. you slightly tugged at his hair, a groan escaping his lips. you smiled and chuckled against his mouth, knowing exactly how this was gonna end, despite his attempts at taking control of the situation.

he ignored your cockiness, moving a hand to the zipper of your top, toying with it just to be a dick. after about 10 seconds of that, you decided it was enough.

“why don’t you be a good puppy and unzip me already,” you pull on his hair hard enough to pull him away this time. his eyes desperately searched yours, not understanding, himself, why every time you called him that, it made him feel weak in his knees.

“o-okay,” he stuttered before unzipping your top the rest of the way. his mouth hung open at the way your tits broke free from the tight latex. “god..” he whispered. eyes still locked on your chest, he tried to speak, “c-can i please-”

“yes,” you breathed, not letting him finish his sentence, knowing exactly what he wanted.

mingyu wasted no time, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, desperately sucking on the skin as if his life depended on it. a low groan escaped your lips as you finally dropped the whip on the floor, and moved that hand to his back, lightly scratching at him through the thin fabric of his shirt. he moaned against your chest, sending a chill down your spine.

“on your knees,” you demanded. he pulled away from your chest with a rather puzzled expression on his face. “don’t make me say it again,” and with that, he practically dropped to the floor, looking up at you with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. “good boy,” you praised, petting his head between his ears. you walked over to his bed, sitting yourself down at the edge of it.

“come,” you said gently. mingyu started to stand up. “nuh uh,” you stopped him. “on all fours.”

“i- but i-,” he tried to protest, stumbling over his words.

“crawl. or i’ll walk out that door right now,” you threatened.

he immediately got back on his knees, then bent forward, using his arms to help him crawl over to you. he didn’t break eye contact as he made his way to where you sat on his bed, your legs slightly opened. you leaned down, reaching in between your legs for his collar. you hooked two fingers underneath it and pulled him forward. he wrapped his arms around your waist, knees still planted on the floor as he looked at you longingly.

“what a good puppy,” you cooed, moving your hand from his collar to his hair along with your other hand. you petted him right next to his ears on either side of his head. he hummed, tilting his head to the side, you moving your hand so he could rest his face on it. you thought this was just gonna be a typical dom/sub dynamic, but you quickly started realizing that it was far more than that.

you leaned down giving him a soft kiss to his lips, making him crave more. he moved his hands up to your face, pulling you back down. you both hungrily attacked each others lips, breathing in every bit of the other. “what the fuck are you doing to me,” he growled between kisses. to be quite honest, you had no idea either. you didn’t even know this man, really.

“get on the bed,” you demanded, out of breath. he mumbled, “okay,” then stood up and sat in the middle of his bed. “lay down, obviously,” you deadpanned. he felt like an idiot as he laid himself down. he watched you with big eyes as you crawled up his body. you sat yourself on top of him and reached to hook your fingers under his collar again. you used it to pull him up to your level.

“take your stupid shirt off.” he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. you ripped it from his hands and threw it across the room to god knows where. you pushed him back down, diving after his neck with your mouth. his back arched slightly from the bed as a whimper escaped his lips. as your teeth sunk into his skin, beginning to suck, his chest pressed against yours.

he knew it wasn’t physically possible for him to get closer to your body, but he could try. he was desperate. he craved your warmth. he craved you. a complete stranger. “y/n, please,” he whined.

“please what?” you whispered into his ear, then proceeded to kiss down his neck to his chest. all he could do was make pathetic little noises in response. “cmon, use your words like a good boy, huh?” you cooed looking up at him. you traced your fingers over his large pecs sending chills through his whole body.

“f-fuck,” he threw his head back into the pillow. “fuck me, y/n, please!” he panted, grabbing at the sheets beneath him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased as you slipped a hand under his pants, grabbing him through his boxers. you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your mouth when you felt how big he was. he looked down at you with flushed cheeks, embarrassed at how easily he was being turned on by your words alone.

“i- i would love that, y/n,” his eyes were so desperate, so needy. “c-can i take my pants off?” god, he was so obedient. it excited you beyond your own comprehension. before you could even think about it, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his pants and started shimmying them down his thick, muscular thighs.

“fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. the tent in his boxers was intimidating to say the least. you sat on his thighs as you pulled his cock out, admiring the way it grew even more at your direct touch. mingyu was panting like a bitch underneath you and you hadn't even started stroking him yet. “easy there, big boy,” you giggled at his uneasiness. as you started pumping him with one hand, you used the other to stabilize yourself above him.

a deep groan ripped from his throat as he screwed his eyes shut at the sensation. “does that feel good, puppy?” you asked innocently. mingyu whimpered and looked into your eyes again, mere inches away. he used all his extra strength to push his head up to capture your lips with his. this kiss was far deeper than the others. it felt… more intimate than before.

“please y/n i need you,” he whispered against your lips. honestly, you needed him too, so instead of continuing the torture any longer, you got off the bed to remove your top completely, and took your pants off. before getting back on top of him, you pulled his pants the rest of the way down, then stood at the edge of the bed, gawking.

this man’s body was godly. skin the perfect shade of gold, soft muscle curves, the slight glisten on his skin as the moonlight from the window reflects off of his sweat. and his face… fuck, his face. the way his eyes glisten with lust and need, his lips swollen and slightly parted as he’s nearly drooling, waiting for you to do something, and to top it all off, his puppy ears on his head with the collar on his neck making him all the more irresistible.

you climbed back on top of him, his eyes not leaving yours, whether you were looking back at him or not. he only looked away when you started grinding your soaked cunt against his cock. he watched intensely as your slick coated him from top to bottom, his tip leaking precum each time you slid forward. “ready for me to fuck you, gyu?” you nearly whined out, your hands firmly placed on his chest to balance yourself.

“b-been ready, mo-” he stopped himself. “fuuuck please, y/n, please.” he begged.

“what a good fucking boy you are. don’t even have to ask you to beg.” you lifted yourself, and as if there was a form of telepathy happening, he reached down to lift his cock straight up, ready for you to do nothing but line yourself up and sink down in him. however… you both knew that was going to be painful for you. your nails began to dig lightly into his chest as you slowly sunk yourself down on him. a long string of whimpers falling from your lips while he gripped your hips, helping you steady yourself as you now sat all the way down on his cock. you swiveled your hips a couple times before slowly lifting them and slamming back down onto him without warning. a gasp escaping your own lips.

“ah! Fuck!” mingyu cried out, throwing his head back into the pillows again. the grip he had on your hips only tightened.

you moved your hands to his neck, applying only slight pressure as you started moving up and down on his cock. his breathing became sporadic, and you could feel his veins on his neck starting to bulge under your fingers as you started to pick up your pace. “collar getting too tight?” you breathed.

“n-no,” mingyu choked out. “mmmph~ i like it,” his voice was hoarse, but soft. his hands finally moved from your hips to roam your body. he dragged them up your waist until he was cupping your tits. he started kneading the flesh, licking his lips as he watched your face start to contort with pleasure. you let go of his neck and put your hands on top of his, over your chest.

the scene was so beautiful before him, he was growing more and more impatient, needing to chase his high. you threw your head back crying out a “fuck!” as mingyu started meeting each bounce of yours with a sharp thrust.

“a-am i doing a good job?” he whined, “does it feel good?” all he wanted was your validation and praise.

“y-yes~ fuck- such a good boy for me,” you cooed as stable as possible. you brought a hand down and combed your fingers through his hair right below his puppy ears. his thrusts slowed and so did you. you hadn’t realized how much of the “fucking” was being done by him now instead of you. he hummed and closed his eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair again. both of your movements came to a complete stop. nothing but cockwarming and heavy breaths while you petted the pretty boy beneath you.

once he opened his eyes, you gave him a soft smile and he nestled his face into your hand. looking up at you with those puppy eyes, the next words that came out of his mouth were jarring to say the least. “w-will you sit on my face? please?” you could’ve sworn he batted his lashes too.

you giggled before teasing him, “are you seriously asking to pleasure me right now?”

“no im fucking begging, y/n please.” he whined.

“well, when you beg like such a good boy, how could i tell you no, hm?” you hummed before moving your hands to his headboard, climbing up his body, stabilizing yourself over his face.

he wasted no time trying to attack your core with his tongue, but you didn’t want to let him have it that easily. you moved a hand down to tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. “nuh uh. stick out your tongue,” you demanded.

“w-what?” his eyes were big with uncertainty.

“did i stutter? stick out your tongue and stay like a good puppy.” you spit at him, no patience left in your voice.

so, mingyu did just that. slowly but surely he opened his mouth wide, laying his tongue out for you like the good boy he was.

you lowered yourself back down onto his tongue, slowly moving your soaked cunt back and forth. he just looked up at you with such adoration in his eyes, but tongue out like an absolute idiot. it was driving you crazy.

mingyu was going arguably more crazy, though. he wanted to devour you. taste every single inch of you, and lap up every last drop of your arousal like there was no tomorrow.

you let out a whimper that drove him over the edge, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. he brought his strong arms up, wrapping them around your thighs, locking you in place on his face. you gripped onto his bed frame tighter as he began to suck on your clit with such vigor, you almost came on the spot.

fuck he’s good at this.

he then started fucking his tongue in and out of you, using his own strength alone to bounce you up and down slightly on the muscle.

“mmph~ fuuuck~ mingyu please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, knuckles white from holding onto his headboard for dear life. who was he to deny you? he moved one of his hands from your thigh to the bundle of nerves above where his tongue was fucking in and out of you. as soon as he started rubbing gentle but fast circles on your clit, you knew you weren’t gonna last long. the familiar knot in your tummy forming far faster than you’d like to admit.

“p-puppy i’m c-close. gonna make me cum,” you half panted, half wailed.

he moved his mouth away to talk, fingers still working on your clit.

“cum for me please baby, cum all over my tongue,” his voice had dropped to a dangerously low tone. he went back to tongue fucking you and your grip on his headboard became so tight you thought you might break it.

“gyu! fuck! i’m- fuck!” a wave of pure euphoria flooded your whole body faster than you could comprehend. mingyu lapped up every last bit of cum dripping from your cunt.

“jesus christ,” you panted.

“okay y/n, all fours.”

“what?” you looked down at mingyu’s big brown eyes in complete shock.

“i- i’m sorry please can i fuck you on all fours?”

“mingyu i’m not worried about how you wanna fuck me-”

“then, please? can i? I’ve been a good boy…”

“you definitely have,” you reassured, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. “i just don’t know if i have the energy for that right now.”

“you don’t have to do anything, just- y/n just let me take care of you…” his voice was so soft and genuine. nothing like you were used to from a hookup.

“fine… then can i just lay on my back?” you both chuckled.

“whatever you want.”

once you guys repositioned yourselves, mingyu on top of you for the first time tonight, you couldn’t help but let your mind race. i could get used to this view… y/n stop it’s just a fucking hookup, you’ll only ever see him again in passing. but his voice… the way he’s speaking to me is so… sweet… so? he’s probably just fucking pussy whipped. and pussy whipped he was, but it wasn’t that simple.

“are you ready, baby?” his eyes scanning yours intently as if to catch any trace of uncertainty that may reside in your eyes.

“y-yes. at least i hope,” you giggled. a fangy smile gracing his face. fuck, his smile.

as mingyu started to push himself into you, you winced at the stretch. it was almost like he’d gotten bigger since you were on top of him earlier. “ah~ fuck gyu,” you whined.

“too much? do you want me to stop?”

“no, no please don’t stop,” you just gripped onto his arms and closed your eyes.

a couple seconds later and he finally bottomed out, causing both of you to let out a string of low moans as you both adjusted to the feeling of his rather fucking huge dick inside of you. (how else was i supposed to word that like c’mon now)

within a minute mingyu was drilling into you at an animalistic pace. the grip you had on his biceps probably close to breaking skin with your nails. your back arched at its limit. both of you sounding like you're in one of the most hardcore pornos ever filmed. the bed creaking, slamming into the wall… you get it.

the rest of the world had completely withered away at this point when suddenly…

BANG BANG BANG! “jesus christ, mingyu! that you in there?” seungcheol… fuck.

mingyu stilled all movement, “uhhh yeah… what do you want?” he dropped his head onto the pillow right next to your head. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry.. just uh… have you seen y/n?!” he yelled from the other side of the door. mingyu’s head shot up, both of you looking at each other with complete panic in your eyes.

“you could… you could say that i’ve seen her… yeah?” mingyu yelled back, wincing as he awaited his response.

when seuncheol didn’t answer right away, you decided to speak up. “hi cheol…” you said softly but loud enough for him to hear you.

“you’re fucking kidding,” seungcheol scoffed before walking away yelling, “you two fuckbirds have fun!”

you and mingyu just laid there for a second before bursting out laughing.

“okay that was embarrassing,” you covered your face.

“oh don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he grinned, leaning down to start kissing on your neck. “you think i can’t feel how much wetter you got?” he bucked his hips into you without warning, making you yelp. he just chuckled, lifting his head up to look at you again.

your mouth was hung open like an idiot, unsure of how to respond, actually embarrassed now.

“look who’s the tough guy now, huh?” he taunted, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you again. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached for his hair. sensing that the puppy fun would be ending now, you tried to focus your vision enough to unclip the ears from his hair and throw them elsewhere in his room. “oh, are we done with those now?” he asked in such a bitchy tone, you could’ve slapped him back into his submissive state, but you were over the playing now.

“mingyu, just fuck me,” you panted now able to put your hands in his hair how you please.

“that’s no way to get what you want now, gorgeous.”

“mingyu, please just fuck me already!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his torso.

the groan that escaped his lips at that action was inhuman as he sped back up to his pace from before, however, far harder.

“fuck! Mingyu!” you cried out, unable to do or say anything else.

“what? wanted me to f-fuck you, no?” he teased, stopping to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, then removing your mask in one quick motion before pounding into you again. the new angle pushed you to your limit once again, far too fast for your own sanity. “let go for me again baby, i can feel it. you’re c-close aren’t you?” he cooed softly in contrast to his brutal movements. “touch yourself for me,” he breathed.

you moved a hand down to your clit, rubbing away at the bud while your other arm moved to his back, pulling his body closer to yours as you reached your high. the close proximity bringing his clingy self closer to his own breaking point.

now forehead to forehead, the knot in your stomach about to snap, you moved your other hand up to his back, fingertips lightly pressing into the skin. mingyu brought a hand to your neck, holding it gently, but firm as he railed into you for the last few times.

“-m cumming!” you cried, now digging your nails into his back.

“fuck!” he growled at the lovely sting of the scratches you were leaving. your cunt fluttering around his cock however was the final straw. “ah~ baby~” he groaned before crashing his lips into yours as his orgasm hit.

“so… you always have wipes conveniently available on your nightstand?” you giggled, curled up in his arms under his blankets.

“you know, it was actually pure luck,” he started. “cheol did a grocery run today and when he brought me my bag there were a couple of our toiletries and i was gonna go put them in the bathroom bu-”

“hey, gyu?” you looked up at him.

“yeah?”

“shhhhh…” you smiled, placing a soft kiss to his lips before laying your head back down on his chest.

he kissed the top of your head and whispered with a chuckle, “sorry. i talk too much.”

“uh uh just… sleepy,” you yawned.

how you two managed to tune out the party is beyond anyone’s guess. he didn’t have to run his fingers in your hair for a full minute before you knocked out, but he did anyway until he fell asleep himself.

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#svt smut #kinktober #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #hanniesluvr

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screamlet · 15 days ago

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any or all of the fic prompts: 7, 9, 16, 26 💕

thank you for the prompts! tonight's installment of the bodyguard au: cuddling for comfort (7) and with rain outside (16). [maybe a little bit in lieu of kissing (26).] this is bodyguard buck and senator kinard, set after buck leaves the hospital. wordcount about 1.6k. find all parts of the bodyguard au here (tagged "bodyguard au (screamlet)").

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"Wow. You're… not good at hiding."

The senator takes off his baseball cap and runs his fingers through his curls. "I wasn't trying to hide, just—keep a low profile." Tommy frowns. "Sal says I'm not good at it."

"Yeah, I don't know how anyone can miss you," Buck answers. Tommy's been in his hospital room for about 15 seconds and his cheeks already ache from smiling. Buck shakes his head and asks, "I get the weekend Henley treatment?"

Tommy doesn't whine, he's too old and respectable and senatorial for it, but he does look down at himself with a pout that has Buck tilting his head to see more. "This is low key. This is casual." Tommy straightens up again. "Are we going to keep discussing my outfit choices or am I busting you out of here?"

Buck holds up a bulging tote bag. "I've got discharge papers and pills and crutches. Again, covert isn't—"

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs the wheelchair sitting in the corner of Buck's room. "Sit down and shut up, we've got an appointment at my favorite greasy spoon before I drop you off at Maddie's. Say goodbye to florescence and sterility. And Nurse Lucia, where is she? She doesn't hate me, right?"

Buck makes a so-so noise. Tommy grumbles at him as he helps Buck settle in the chair with his stuff, but it only makes Buck smile more. Seriously, his face aches.

Soon they're in Tommy's very normal dark green sedan and on their way to breakfast. It's winter, but they've both cracked the windows because they run hot. The air rushing around them on the highway fills the quiet. It's comfortable, though. At least, Buck thinks it is.

"Do you have a new bodyguard yet?" Buck asks. "You're gonna get another one, right?"

Tommy taps his thumbs on the wheel, then says, "Yeah, Bobby's gathering some candidates. Right now I have a Capitol PD officer with me during business hours. Officer Grant. She's something."

"Oh! I know her. Yeah, she—Athena's really good."

"Right, of course. How secret secret is it that she's with Bobby?"

"Pretty secret? Don't tell anyone?"

"You got it. She hasn't mentioned it at all so I figured we're strictly business."

Buck laughs. "Do you want me to ask her to go easy on you?"

"Oh, god no. I can handle myself."

"… so do you want me to ask her to go easy on you?"

Tommy scoffs at him, but he's smiling, too. He's grinning. Buck loves watching him smile because it's never just a smile. He can watch a hundred feelings and stories play out across Tommy's face when he thinks no one's looking and he—he can't help looking. Buck catches himself, though, and looks out the window. "Oh, it's raining. I kinda wanted it to snow."

"Yeah? Do you like the snow? Well, as a kid, did you like it? I don't think anyone likes it as an adult."

"Don't you?"

"I mean, the shoveling, slipping on my ass on the driveway because good snow boots don't go with my fancy suits. Apparently it's uncouth to wear reasonable winter clothes to the Capitol and then change into something elegant."

"This is barely snow, though. That time I actually saw your winter getup, you were dressed to climb K2 and it was like, 28 degrees and wintry mix outside."

"That was raining slush. How does that even happen?"

Buck laughs, then asks, "Do you miss California?"

"To my constituents, yes, I long for it daily." They both laugh at that. "I do, but I like it here. No earthquakes. The traffic's terrible but I don't lose years of my life getting home every day." Tommy glances at him. "People aren't too bad, either."

Buck ducks his head, then looks out the passenger side window again. It's sweet, but. "You, um. You don't have to do this."

"Do…?"

"Like." Buck clears his throat and keeps his eyes firmly glued to the scenery flying by. "I know that getting hurt is part of the job. And Bobby sat me down, really talked it through with me, when he offered me this assignment. What high profile means, what—what you mean, and the kinds of threats you get. I'm just—I'm saying if this is—like you feel guilty I got hurt, you don't have to. I knew what I was doing."

Buck hesitates, then adds, "Unless this is—because of what you did."

He doesn't want to look, but Tommy's so quiet that he has to look. Sometimes the senator can shut down completely, like when he's done talking to someone, or he's too tired at the end of a day and knows he might say the wrong thing. He must have been really lost in thought because he seems surprised that Buck's watching him.

"Do you really believe that?" Tommy asks. "That we're out here just because I feel guilty about something?"

Buck thinks for a beat, then says, "Maybe not just."

Tommy nods. He's stays quiet, though, until Buck says, "Could you talk to me? Please? Did I say something? Did I say the wrong thing?"

Suddenly, the senator seems to deflate. "No, you—well. Yeah." He glances quickly at Buck, only taking his eyes off the road for a second. "I'm not an idiot, Evan. I know that you knew what you were doing. If—" Tommy's hands flex on the steering wheel, like he's clutching it too tight.

"I don't feel guilty," Tommy finally says. "You were doing your job. You did it well. You kept me safe. Thank you. I'll always be grateful. And I don't feel guilty about defending myself—or you." He clears his throat. "There's a lot of public opinion about what I should feel about defending you, us. They don't seem to understand that I'm sorry I took a life, but I don't feel guilty."

He looks at Buck again, their eyes meeting for only a moment before he looks ahead again. "I'm not about to lie down and let some delusional homophobe or whatever take my life, or yours." He pauses, then asks, "Do you feel guilty?"

Buck thinks about it. "A little, but. I kinda do all the time. I can always do better. Be better. If I feel guilty it's—that I fucked up, got myself hurt. But I'm not dumb, I know it's not my fault." Buck pauses. "I guess I don't feel that guilty."

Tommy nods like he's satisfied with that answer. "So I'm not here out of misplaced guilt, Evan. When I reach out to you to check on you, or talk to you, it's not because I feel like I owe you something." He hesitates again. "There are so many things I have to do, and you're—seeing you? This is something I want to do. Very much."

Buck's chest feels tight, the seatbelt suddenly digging into his chest and his neck, the air in the car getting sucked out the window. He's trying to sneak a glance at Tommy's face, but then the GPS speaks for the first time in a century and scares the shit out of both of them. They laugh loudly and the air rushes back into Buck's lungs.

They finally reach Tommy's "greasy spoon" which—yeah, looks like every middle-of-nowhere diner Buck visited when he lived on the road, but it's in the DC suburbs. Maybe further out—maybe that's how far Tommy had to go to disappear with him.

Tommy comes around and opens Buck's door, waits and helps him out of the car on his crutches. When he's standing, kind of propped against the back passenger side, Buck catches Tommy and pulls him against him. Tommy realizes Buck's not going to let him go, so he gives in. He even wraps his arms around Buck's waist, so Buck rests his head on Tommy's shoulder.

"You okay? What's, um. What's this for?"

"Needed it." Buck means it, shutting his eyes and letting the warmth sink into him. He hopes Tommy feels it, too. He looks like he could use some warmth.

In the hospital, Buck thought about what got him there, his pain, his future, his non-existent guilt, but mixed in there too was the memory of Tommy on him. Tommy throwing him to the ground and then throwing himself on top of him.

Buck could learn a lot from him and the way he positioned himself: crouched and high on his elbows, spreading his shoulders and chest wide to protect Buck's torso. The senator pressed his head against Buck's and tucked Buck's face against his shoulder, hiding him with his body the best he could. Being held and protected so completely—fuck, he couldn't stop thinking about it. About this.

When Tommy's arms wrapped around him, here in the parking lot, he felt that again: the heaviness, the protection, that sense that it was only the two of them in the world. He needed this feeling to sink into his bones. Someday, someone who wasn't his boss would hold him like this—wouldn't they? He wouldn't have to steal this from someone. Someone would hold him like this because they wanted it—him.

"Evan." Tommy sighs against him. "It's public. Everywhere is public. What did you say about how bad I was at hiding?"

Yet neither of them makes a move to let go.

#911 fic #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan #tevan fic #my writing #my fic #evan buckley #tommy kinard #writing games #writing games: cuddle prompts #bodyguard au #bodyguard au (screamlet)

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yeonzzzn · 1 year ago

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HIIIIII I've been thinking a lot these last few days.... heeseung being an angel (could be a fallen angel or something) falling in love with a mortal, but they can't be together because angels and human beings together are completely prohibited... a totally hot and forbidden love

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I am so in love with this concept. the minute this popped up in my askbox I knew I had to write it asap. I apologize for this being so long idk what happened my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing.

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fallen angel: lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 7.6k

Heeseung never sinned. Ever. Never once said anything bad about anyone, never once cursed, never once gossiped, kept his emotions in check, never had a single terrible thought about someone else, never committed any crimes, and always—always—had a pure heart.

That was until you.

Heeseung was God's most prized angel. He did anything and everything that was asked of him. Never once defying God’s wishes or commands. His pure heart is the whole reason that when he well, died, he was the first one selected to be God’s second hand. Heeseung lived his whole life dedicated to his church and doing nothing but good.

But you? Oh, you. You were the first temptation Heeseung ever got.

“I have a job for you, my angel,” God spoke to him.

Heeseung knelt down on one knee with one hand over his chest, bowing his head, “Anything for you, my savior.”

“We have a family that needs a blessing, a pure angel to take away their worries. They are struggling hard. Go down to land and help this family. I trust you with this one, Heeseung. Please.”

Heeseung didn’t hesitate. Nodding and accepting the job God had to offer him.

Heeseung stretched his wings, preparing for his flight down to the mortal lands. The trip didn’t take long and the minute the tips of his shoes touched solid land, his whole outfit changed and his wings were hidden. From the bright white robes and dress shoes to tanned brown boots, light blue jeans, and a black button-up dress shirt. It was one of Heeseung’s favorite outfits to wear when he came to the mortal lands.

He looked around the city he landed in, watching as the mortals passed by him and crossed over the street. The sounds of cars honking and people yelling filled his ears along with the smells of the city. Heeseung smiled, remembering his time as a mortal and seeing how much had changed over the thousand years he’d been away.

Pushing away the memories of the past, Heeseung starts his walk in the direction God told him this family would be. He shoved his hands in his jeans pockets, smiling brightly as he walked past the mortals, none of them paying him any mind as they went about their normal lives.

“Fuck!”

Heeseung chuckled at the curse, shaking his head. He wasn’t used to hearing such vulgar language. His eyes searched the sea of people around him to see where I came from, his curiosity taking over him.

You were running down the street, hairtye in your mouth as you pulled back your long hair back into a ponytail, quickly pulling the band from your mouth and twisting it in your hair. With how you were rushing, Heeseung knew you were the one he heard the curse come from. You looked down at your watch, letting more curses escape your lips, “I am going to be so fucking late! Holy fucking shit.”

Heeseung raised his brows at the language, “Jeez…mortals never change.” He wasn’t judging, he understood life as a mortal wasn’t the easiest and everyone had their roles to play. It wasn’t his job to judge anyway, he left that up to God.

But you kept pushing along, pulling your phone from your pocket and dialing a number, “Pick up, please for the love of fucking God pick up!”

You were so focused on getting to your destination that you didn’t even realize you ran into Heeseung, smacking your shoulder into his. Heeseung didn’t move an inch at your touch, but you nearly fell to your knees. Heeseung stopped to face you, making sure you were okay but seeing you catch your balance before tumbling over, looking back over your shoulder and snarling at him, “Asshole…” you mumbled under your breath as you still pushed along down the street.

Heeseung blankly stared at you then shoved his hands back in his pockets and continued to his destination, saying a small prayer for you.

It didn’t take much longer for Heeseung to reach the small house right outside the city. He took a deep breath and smiled wide, knocking on the door.

A man opened the door, his eyes puffy and red from crying and now full of confusion looking at Heeseung, “Can I help you?”

Heeseung smiled even more, “I am here to help you.”

The man gave him an even more confused look, “Excuse me?”

A small cough could be heard within the house and soft sobs followed after it.

Heeseung peeked into the house, “Your child, they’re sick,” the man looked down to the ground, putting his lips into a thin line, “I can help. I was sent here to do so.”

The man flicked his eyes back up at Heeseung, studying him, “Are you the angel we asked God to send?”

Heeseung gently nodded.

He was led into the home and to their child’s bedroom. The mother was hovering over her child, who looked to be about eight. His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was uneven. He was going to die soon, Heeseung could sense it, could see it. The poor boy still had so much life left to live, and that’s why God sent Heeseung here. To heal this child.

Heeseung placed a gentle hand on the mother, her pleading eyes staring up at him. Once she realized who he was, she reached for his hand, “Dear angel, save my baby boy.”

Heeseung held her hand tight and nodded. With his free hand, he placed it against the boy's chest, sending a small ounce of healing power to him, reciting a prayer. The boy's mother and father joined him in the prayer, their cries slowly fading out as the heartbeat and breathing of their child became steady.

The family thanked Heeseung more times than he could count. His face hurt from the amount of smiling he did during those hours he sat in their home. They even cooked him dinner as a thanks. Once Heeseung walked out of the home, he understood why God chose this family. The boy had much life to give, and his parents were good and pure souls.

Heeseung walked back into the city, hands behind his back as he stared at the nightlife. Loving all the lights that lit up the city perfectly. The hustling life of mortals laughing with friends and family as they head out for dinner or to even party.

Hopefully, God won’t mind that I take a small walk before heading back.

Heeseung walked as far as he could, finally deciding it was time to head back to the golden gates.

That was until he saw you.

Heeseung stood at a crosswalk, cars flying by and the wind blowing his silver hair and clothes in all directions. You popped up to his right, your phone once again was in your hands, thumbs pressing away at the screen.

Time seemed to slow down then. The red hand that illuminated the crosswalk to not cross flashed its light. The cars fast-paced slowed. Heeseung turned his head to look at you, watching as you continued to step from the sidewalk and into the street, not paying any attention.

His heart raced faster, eyes widening as he looked to his left, seeing a car passing into the next lane without using a blinker and showing no signs of slowing down or even honking their horn at you to show they were there.

Heeseung acted fast, stepping down from the curb, hands reaching out to grab your shoulders and pull you back against him. Heeseung released his wings, wrapping them around you and twirling you around and back to the sidewalk.

Time went back to normal, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. How stupid could you be to walk out into the street in the middle of rush hour while on your phone? You could have died. That’s when you noticed the white wings wrapped over you along with the strong arms that held you tightly.

You looked up, resting your head against his chest, seeing it was the man you ran into earlier, seeing him staring back down at you. His chest raised and fell quickly, his warm breath touching your face. He’s an angel. An actual, real-life angel. Ones you’ve only been told about from stories as a child.

Heeseung pulled his wings back behind him and hid them from the human eye once again. Seeing the other mortals around didn’t take any notice. He continued to stare into your eyes, “You silly little thing.”

The longer the two of you looked at each other, the more your heart wanted to rip from your chest. He was beautiful. Breathtaking. You felt safe in his arms and without knowing you leaned more against him, Heeseung, as if on instinct, held you tighter against him.

“Thank you,” you finally managed to say, your cold hands touching his where they sat against your forearms, “For saving me.”

Feeling your cold touch brought Heeseung back to reality. He smiled and released his arms from you, “Try and pay better attention next time, okay?”

You turned to fully face him. Every fiber of your being wanted to cling to him. Your heart is calling for him.

Heeseung kept his smile, giving you a small nod, and prepared to turn away.

“Wait!” you quickly shouted, your hands now grasping at the back of his shirt. Heeseung looked over his shoulder at you, “Let me make it up to you, for saving me. And to apologize for calling you an asshole earlier.”

Heeseung chuckled, “Being nice to an angel won’t get you into heaven, silly mortal.”

You bit at the skin on your lip, “I really just want to thank you.”

Heeseung looked up to the sky and then shrugged. God can wait for a bit longer.

He followed close behind you until you stood in front of your apartment door and with shaky hands you unlocked the door and went inside, Heeseung trialing in.

He held his hands behind his back, looking over every inch of your studio apartment.

“I’m sorry it’s so small…” you whispered, closing the door behind you.

Heeseung turned to face you, his smile still on his face, “It’s not my place to judge what you do or do not have. Your space is perfect if you make it perfect.”

Right. You forgot he’s an angel. You kicked out of your shoes, reaching your hands up to unzip your jacket, noticing how quickly he turned around to look away from you.

You drop your hands to your sides, “Want anything to eat or drink?” you ask quickly walking to your kitchen, “I am not sure what angels eat?”

Heeseung chuckled, slowly turning to face you, “You don’t seem to be questioning what I am.”

You gave him a small smile as you pulled two water bottles from your fridge, “I always believed. Believed we humans had someone looking after us, whether that was a God or angels or anything else.”

Heeseung tilted his head, “What if I was anything else? You let me into your home so willingly.”

You swallowed, not even taking into conversation that the man in front of you could be the other type of angel. One that was meant to draw you in and kill you, “Are you going to hurt me?”

Heeseung took a few steps towards you, “I would never.”

You slowly nodded at him and handed him his water bottle, “I am YN, by the way.”

Heeseung gently took the water from you, his fingers brushing over yours, “Heeseung. Second hand to God.”

You widen your eyes, you weren’t just dealing with an angel, but you were dealing with God’s TOP angel.

Heeseung stared at you, “Something wrong, YN?”

You shook your head, “You’re just…beautiful.” you didn’t know where that came from or why you even spoke those words from your mouth.

His heart picked up its pace, and his ears started to burn red. He took steps away from you and finally took sips of his water.

Heeseung thought you were beautiful too, a little silly mortal, but beautiful nevertheless. His heart was pulling to you and he needed to leave soon and quickly.

He cleared his throat, “You wanted to thank me, but that’s not necessary. I was simply doing my job.”

You set your water down on the table, “You saved my life, I need to thank you somehow.”

Heeseung looked at your water bottle, watching how the droplet fell down the plastic and touched the wood of the table. He sat his bottle down beside yours, “Tell me your thanks then, I must return soon.”

You didn’t know what came over you or what you were even thinking. All you knew was you were now standing before Heeseung, looking up into his brown eyes.

Heeseung stared back down into your eyes, loving the way their color shined under the light of your kitchen. You stood on your tiptoes, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“YN,” he whispered, his hands now on your biceps, pulling your feet back flat to the floor, “I can’t accept that.”

“Just one,” you whisper back, once again standing on your tiptoes, becoming inches away from his face.

Heeseung’s lips parted, frozen in place as he watched you move closer. You brushed your nose against him, slowly closing your eyes as your lips touched together.

Heeseung kept still as you held your lips to his, his heart threatening to rip from his chest. But once you pulled away, he was pulling you back.

His hands moved from your biceps to your face, keeping you in place as he kissed you back. Lips moved together as if he’d never kissed someone before.

Heeseung had his fair share of kisses when he was mortal, but none of them felt like yours do. Tasting so sweet and addicting. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion he was giving you, roaming your hands from his shoulders to his neck, fingers tangling in the silver strands of his hair.

You don’t know if it was you or Heeseung who deepened the kiss, all concepts of time and the world around you were out the window at his touch. At the way his hands slid from your face to your hips. At how your body was pressed so close to his and how you were now pressed against the wall of your apartment.

It was just kissing. You two were just making out and nothing else. But you wanted more, so much more. Heeseung too, wanted more of you. He couldn’t get enough. He rocked his hips against yours, his growing hard cock rubbing you just in the right way that your lips released from his to softly moan.

Heeseung was off you within seconds of hearing that lewd, sweet sound come from your mouth.

He pressed his back against the door, palming the door in hopes of getting his hands to stop shaking as he pants to catch his breath.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, “I’m sorry.”

Heeseung glances up at you, his pupils blown out and filled with the want he has for you. You wanted to run to him, pull him back into you. But the moment his wings, his oh-so-beautiful wings, appeared from behind him, you knew your time with him was over.

“We can’t see each other again,” Heeseung quickly says, turning and reaching for the door handle.

“Why?!” you quickly asked, pushing yourself off the wall, “I want to see you again.”

Heeseung flung the door open and rushed to the railing, “I can’t sin. You’re too tempting.” You stood in the doorway, watching as he climbed the railing, stretching his wings out. He glanced behind him, taking one last long look at you, feeling his heartbreaking, “Goodbye, silly mortal.”

And then he was gone. He shot into the sky so far and fast you didn’t have time to blink, “Goodbye, Heeseung.”

—

Heeseung kneeled at the altar, bringing his hands together, and doing his daily prayers and offerings. Pushing every thought of you out of his mind.

It’s been days since he left you. Days since he felt the warmth of your body against his. How your lips tasted and moved against his own. How you made his body feel. The things he wanted to do to you…the thoughts that ran through his head about you.

Heeseung squeezed his eyes, doing everything he could to shove the thought of you down and away. To forget about you and what had happened. He couldn’t have you no matter what. Angels and mortals can’t be together anyway. It was forbidden. Angels' jobs are to protect, provide guidance, to watch over, and ensure the safety of the mortals. To not intervene and only to do so when it’s necessary. Everything about you was against the rules. He couldn’t have relationships with you.

Heeseung stood from the altar, turning to see his brothers standing behind him, “My apologies,” he said to the six of them, “I took a bit longer this morning. Please take your turn.”

He stepped aside, watching as the youngest and newest angel in their ranks took to the alter first.

“What took you so long to return the other night, brother?” Niki, the youngest, asked as he placed his hands together and knelt, “We missed you at dinner.”

Heeseung placed his hands behind his back, “I was sent on a job. The family I helped offered me food as a thanks.”

Sunoo and Sunghoon knelt down beside Niki, copying the prayers.

Jay and Jake kept their eyes on Heeseung, their eyes telling Heeseung everything he needed to know: that they knew where he was that night.

Jungwon gave Heeseung a dimpled smile as he knelt beside the others, “It was very nice of them to return their thanks in dinner for you. Make sure to keep contact with them. It would be the right thing to do.”

Heeseung nodded at the younger, “Of course. Already plan to.”

He looked back at Jay and Jake, giving them a small nod and walking past them.

“We know,” was all Jay said in a whisper only he, Jake, and Heeseung could hear.

Heeseung stopped a few steps behind them, keeping his hands behind his back and head held high, “I know.”

“Only Jay and I,” Jake added, his Aussie accent coming out in a hushed tone, “You know the rules.”

“I know,” Heeseung said again, “I saved her life and she thanked me the way she felt fit.”

“That’s not what we are worried about though,” Jay sighed, keeping his eyes locked on the younger ones in front of him, folding his wings tightly to his back.

Heeseung knew the two of them were being nosey. That they peeked down onto the mortal lands and saw everything that happened.

“Will you tell on me?” Heeseung asked, keeping himself held high.

Jake chuckled, “Of course not,” he finally turned to look at Heeseung, staring at the back of his head, “You just have to promise to never see her again.”

Heeseung closed his eyes, “I know the rules. I appreciate you two looking after me, but I am the eldest angel, the most trusted, and I wouldn’t break that trust. Not to God, or you six.”

“We want you to promise,” Jay mumbled, “Say you promise.”

“I promise.”

Jay and Jake nodded, joining their brothers at the alter, leaving Heeseung standing alone. He walked out of the chapel and into the garden. He hated having to make that promise, but knowing it was necessary to make. Not just for his brother's peace of mind, but also his own.

The day went on like normal with his normal scheduled things. It was enough to distract him away from the conversation that morning with Jay and Jake. Enough to keep his mind off and away from you.

That was until night fell and he returned to his room with his back pressed to his shower wall, head leaned over, and letting the water slip down his head and face.

Heeseung reached his fingers up to his lips, rubbing the pads over them, remembering the way your lips felt pressed against him. He ran his hands from the back of his neck to his shoulders, touching every inch of his upper half that your hands touched.

Heeseung started to pant, his heart beating faster at the memories of you pressed against him. The moan that left your vulgar mouth. The pulsing pressure Heessung felt on his lower half was making him shake. He wrapped his hand around himself, slowly stroking up and back down. Biting his lips to keep any noise from coming out.

This wasn’t like Heeseung. This wasn’t his normal behavior. And if he got found out…it would be over for him. It would have been over for him a long time ago if he was caught with you that night. Or if he continued any further. The moment Heeseung would have touched you inappropriately, or slid himself inside you…

Heeseung’s breath hitched, his thumb circling the tip. His eyes were glued to how red and angry it looked, how badly he wanted to feel your hand in place of his.

He quickly let go of himself, turning the warm water from hot to cold, his body shivering from the new temperature and removing his thoughts about you.

Even after his shower and now lying in bed, his thoughts trailed to you and the small time he spent with you. His heart ached, begging to hear your voice one more time. He forced himself to sleep. Forced himself to wake up that next morning and go about his normal schedule. To go back to bed and repeat over and over.

Heeseung broke the minute he landed back in the city, sneaking out of heaven for the night and landing himself at your front door. His shaky hands banging on your door.

You jolted awake, angrily stomping your way to the front door, “What the fuck do you want it’s almost two in the morning!” you snapped pulling the door open to see Heeseung standing before you, his wings quickly pulled tightly to his back as he pushed himself inside, his hands immediately cupping your face and lips attaching to yours.

“Hee—Heeseung,” you said his name in between kisses, eventually pressing your hands to his chest and pushing him. Heeseung pulled back, looking at you with so much worry, “What are you doing here?” You asked.

Heeseung slid his hands from your face to your arms, thumbs rubbing at your skin, “Do you want me to go?”

“No!” you said a bit too hastily, fingers gripping at the fabric of his dark blue shirt, “I’ve missed you so much please don’t go.”

It was true, you missed him more than you wanted to admit and the weeks you spent away from him were torture. You barely knew him, knew next to nothing about him actually. But something about him pulled you in. The moment you felt his arms and wings wrap around you, your heart was his for the taking.

You did enough research after he left about why he couldn’t stay with you. Why he couldn’t be doing this with you. He’s breaking enough rules as it is to be here with you right now.

Heeseung kissed you again, letting his wings drop to the floor, “I’ve missed you so much,” he said between each kiss, “You’re so darn tempting.”

You giggled at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I thought you couldn’t sin,” you teased him.

Heeseung left your lips to kiss down your neck, “Kissing isn’t a sin. As long as I don’t touch you or have sex with you…” he brushed his lips back up to your jaw, “Just don’t tempt me to do anything but kiss you.”

You did as the angel told you. Doing nothing but letting him kiss you and keeping your hands to yourself even if it was killing you to not touch him. Heeseung kept his hands on your face, thumbs gently rubbing back and forth across your jawline, slowly walking you to your bed and laying you down. Heeseung climbed in over you, gently laying his body down on top of yours, wanting to be as close as legally possible for him to be.

He didn’t move, no matter how hard he got. He didn’t touch you anywhere but your arms and face, even if his hands were screaming to touch every inch of you. All he did was keep his lips connected to yours, kissing you so gently and softly until both of yours and his lips were swollen.

You fell asleep in his arms but awoke to an empty apartment but a handwritten letter was on your kitchen table, Heeseung telling you he would be back when he could.

And Heeseung kept true to his word. He always came back to you. He always held you close in his arms and kissed you gently. Heeseung fell hard in love with you. No amount of time spent with you was ever enough, not when he had to go back to Heaven before anyone noticed he was gone. Do his normal duties and schedule, wait a couple of days, then crash land back at your door.

Each time was harder than the last. You became his every thought and wish. And Heeseung was slowly starting to lose himself when it came to you. His immortal life started to become more mortal again being with you. Mostly with how much your existence was starting to tempt him more and more.

Heeseung was slowly starting to break the rules even more than he already was. Brushing his hands over your breasts slowly, tangling his fingers in your hair, rubbing his cock against your heat, and shoving his tongue down your throat. He would undress you, undress himself, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties and him in his boxers, trying so hard to keep his eyes on your face and not trace every inch of your almost bare body.

You were the devil that sat on his shoulder, breaking him away from who he really was. Never once in his life, before he died and after, was he ever faced with temptation like this.

You made it so hard for him to behave. Not when he’d hear your sweet moans fill his ears as you buck your hips against his to feel his length and run your hands down every inch of his body.

Heeseung nearly lost his mind when your hand wrapped around him for the first time, feeling how your fingers pumped him so slowly and oh so so good.

“Angels don’t act like this, darling,” Heeseung whispered in your ear as your hand squeezed him, “You’re such a devil to me.”

You kissed his neck, stroking his cock a bit faster, “I’m just a devil in disguise,” you teased him, knowing full well Heeseung was loving this banter.

“I love you,” he kissed your ear, rocking himself in your hand, “I love you so much.”

Heeseung had you stop before things got too out of control. Redressing himself and you before giving you a final kiss goodnight and leaving.

You always hated to watch him go. To watch as your angel flew away into the night and having to count down the days until you could see him again.

—

Heeseung stood before the altar, his six brothers surrounding behind him along with the other angels of heaven. He kept his hands pressed behind his back, “You called for me, my savior?”

God hummed, “We have a lot to discuss, my angel.”

Heeseung glanced around at his brothers, taking note of their facial expressions. Then looked at the other angels, they wore the same looks, just not as hurt as his brothers.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what this was about. Heeseung knew. His luck ran out.

“What would you like to discuss?” Heeseung asked, giving a smile.

“About your wrongdoings.”

Heeseung’s smile faded, dropping his kind and happy act. He had to admit, he no longer was happy being here in heaven. Not when his heart was on mortal lands. Heaven was back on Earth. Not in these clouds. Not anymore.

“Are you wanting me to confess my sins, my lord?” Heeseung kept his head lifted, straightening up his posture.

“Yes,” God said with a sigh, “And why you betrayed me.”

Heeseung pulled his wings tighter to his back, squeezing his hands together, “I am in love with her.”

His six brothers closed their eyes tightly, tilting their heads down towards the white morale floor, hands in fists. The other angels gasped at the confession.

“State the rest of your sins, Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung lifted his head up higher, “I’ve touched her. Let her touch me. Slept beside her and held her in my arms. Rubbed my body against hers until she was moaning.”

The gasps of the other angels grew louder, their chattering voices echoing across the chapel.

“But you never slept with her, have you?”

Heeseung smirked, “No, I haven’t had sex with her. But I want to.”

More gasps filled the chapel. Jay now appearing at Heeseung’s side, his hand gripping his shoulder, “Stop talking man!”

Heeseung shook his brother off him, “Go and stand back where you were, Jay.”

“Jongseong,” God said quickly, “Please.”

Jay slowly walked back, standing close to Jake.

“What has she done to you? My angel? Why did you fall into her temptation when she’s a devil.”

Heeseung tensed his face and body. Wings pulled even tighter against him to keep them from shaking out of pure anger, “She’s a human being. Nothing even close to those damned demons.”

More gasps from the other angels.

“You will watch your mouth when speaking to me.”

Heeseung chuckled, looking down to the floor, “My apologies.”

Heeseung thinned his lips in a line. He was filled with so much conflict. This place wasn’t his home, not when you were down below waiting for him. Heeseung loved his time here, loved helping mortals who needed him, and loved his six brothers and even the jobs and duties he had here. Spending time with you did change him, making him want more out of his immortal life than to just exist. He wanted to live. He wanted to love. He wanted life with you.

Heeseung held his head high again, relaxing his body, “I confess to all my sins. My thoughts I’ve had of her, the things I want to do to and with her and I confess to betraying you and your trust, my savior.”

God sighed, silence filling the room. Heeseung knew what was next. His punishment.

“Jay, Jake, Sungoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki,” God called for them, “Stand by Heeseung.”

Heeseung watched his six brothers stand closer to him, seeing the looks on their faces as God spoke to them one one-on-one in their minds, telling them exactly what they needed to do.

Niki and Jungwon held his legs down, while Sunghoon and Sunoo stretched his arms out and held a death grip on them.

Heeseung’s body shook, pure fear covering his face when he felt Jay’s and Jake’s hands touch his wings, “No,” Heeseung whispered, fighting as much as he could to pull his wings back, “Not my wings.”

Jay gritted his teeth as he forced Heeseung’s left wing out, stretching it out to its full span. Jake did the same, biting down hard on his lip and breaking the skin.

“This is your punishment, Lee Heeseung,” God said with a stern voice, “You lose your place here. And I’m taking back your wings I granted you.”

Heeseung pushed and pulled at his brothers, doing anything he could to get them off him but their grips held hard.

“Heeseung, please,” Sunghoon begged as he gripped his wrist harder, “Stop.”

“Hyung please,” Sunoo begged.

But Heeseung kept fighting to break free.

“ENOUGH!”

Everyone stood still as the room shook with God’s shout. Sweat rolled down Heessung’s face, his eyes piercing through everyone surrounding him.

“Take his wings. Now.”

Heeseung smirked, “To hell with all this,” he whispered.

Jay and Jake looked at each other, their tears swelling up in their eyes as God whispered in their minds to take Heeseung’s wings. To rip them from his body.

They pulled and Heeseung shouted. His voice echoed off the walls as Jay and Jake pulled with their full strength. Sunghoon and Sunoo kept their grips on his wrists tight and same with Jungwon and Niki at his legs, holding on for dear life.

It was killing Jay to have to do this, to watch his own hands pull his older brother's wing right out of his body. He could only imagine the pain Heeseung was feeling. And Jake? He was in tears. He could feel inch by inch of Heeseung’s right wing stripping from his back. He could already see the blood spilling onto his white robes and onto the floor. Seeing Heeseung fling his head back and forth in a rage as his voice bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the whole chapel. The pained faces his other six brothers had at having to witness this.

Jake wished he could turn back time, wished he could have stopped Heeseung from sneaking out. Stopped the angel who caught Heeseung dropping down to the mortal lands and kept him from getting nosey and running his mouth to God. But it was all too late. Heeseung would get his wings stripped from him and pushed down to the Earth to fall. All Jake could do now was pray he survived long enough to make it to you.

Heeseung clenched his jaw as the last bit of his wings was stripped from his body, his back spilling blood and muscles aching from the loss of where his wings once were. His beautiful white feathered wings lost all their life and slumped in Jay’s and Jake’s hands, blood dripping down them.

His brothers stepped away from him, watching as Heeseung fell to the floor, too dizzy from the blood loss.

“You will now fall,” God sighed, “You will be stripped of your immortality and fall to Earth. You will crawl to your lover and show her where her sins got you.”

Heeseung weakly smirked, eyes closing, “Gladly.”

Heeseung didn’t know who picked him up by his arms and dragged him out of the chapel, he just knew it wasn’t any of his brothers. The grip the other two angles had on him was proof enough that it wasn’t any of the ones he loved.

The six of them stood in the chapel still, eyes locked on Heeseung's wingless back, watching the blood pool from the wounds and stain his white robes and the marble floor.

They watched helplessly as Heeseung was pushed off the edge.

—

You heard a faint knocking on your door. At first, you thought you might have gone crazy and heard things. But once the knocking kept happening and then you heard something fall, you quickly rushed to the door, opening it to find Heeseung still in his white-stained robes. His back was pressed against the railing and his skin was pale.

“Heeseung, oh my god!” you dropped down to his side, cupping your hands to his face, “What happened?!”

Heeseung was barely able to hold his eyes open, “My wings…they stripped my wings from me.”

You bit at the skin on your cheek, quickly standing back to your feet and pulling him up with all the strength you had, pulling his arm over your shoulders and gripping your arm around his waist, pulling him inside your apartment.

Heeseung barely made it a couple of steps in before falling to his knees, you losing your grip on him and your eyes finally landing on the holes in his robes and the blood that still continued to push out.

“Heeseung,” you fell back to his side, “You need to get to a hospital.”

“And tell them what?” he breathed out, fingers gripping the carpet as he pants, “That I am a fallen angel who got their wings forcefully torn from his body?”

Heeseung wasn’t trying to be snappy or rude, truly. The pain was just so immense he couldn’t control anything.

You sat back on your heels, watching the love of your life suffer. This was your fault. It was all your fault. You’re the one who asked him to come home with you that fateful day. You’re the one who kissed him. Who tempted him. You pulled him in and touched him. You did this to him.

Heeseung could practically hear your brain turning over and over. He pushed himself to his side, reaching his hand up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, “This is not your fault, you hear me? Not even close.”

The tears swelled in your eyes now, falling into his touch as he cupped his hand to your cheek, “Heeseung…”

“Baby,” he whispered, “I need you to do as I say, okay? My immortality hasn’t been taken from me yet, I will heal a bit fast but I need my wounds covered and taken care of, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, placing a kiss on his palm. Heeseung told you exactly what you needed to do. Starting with tearing his robes off his body and ripping it into a big enough strand to be wrapped around him. Then using any medical alcohol you had in the apartment and pour it onto his wounds and hold a towel to them. It killed you having to press the towels to his wounds, feeling the massive hole where his beautiful wings once were…the pain Heeseung must be feeling…

But you took care of him. Doctoring his wounds to the best of your ability and doing as he instructed you. You wrapped the pieces of what was left of his robe around his chest and back, tying it as tightly as you could.

You helped him to your bed, steadying him up as he sat down. Heeseung wasn’t as pale as earlier, but you could still see the pained expression.

“Hey,” He whispered, cupping your face, “Stop thinking whatever it is.”

You looked away from him, “I caused this. I tempted you.”

Heeseung shook his head, “Baby, look at me,” you looked up at him, “I did this of my own free will,” he slid his hands from your face and down to your waist, “I knew the consequences, and did it anyway,” he squeezed your waist, “I love you. I gave up heaven for you.”

You wanted to fight him, to yell in his face about giving up eternity for you. But you also couldn’t help but feel so loved at this moment. That this angel found love with you and was willing to give up everything for you.

Heeseung kissed you, pulling you between his legs, and deepening the kiss.

“Heeseung,” you said, pulling away from him, “You’re injured, you need to rest.”

“No,” he shook his head, pulling you down into the bed and towering over you, “I’ve waited,” he said, his eyes growing lustful and his fingers tearing into your shirt and ripping it in half, pulling it off your body, “so damn long,” sliding his hands down to your shorts, looping his fingers in and pulling them down, taking your panties down with, “to have you like this.”

Heeseung kicked your legs apart with his knees, leaning up straight to unbutton and unzip his black slacks, wiggling them off his body, leaving him in his boxers. You pulled yourself up on your elbows, opening your mouth to protest that this could wait. But Heeseung wasn’t having any of it. He connected his lips back to yours, his hands cupping your breasts and loving the way you moaned into his mouth.

“Oh hell baby,” he said between kisses, “I love how these feel between my fingers.”

You kept your lips attached to his as if your life depended on it, bucking your hips up onto his.

Heeseung trailed his lips down to your neck, squeezing your breasts then sliding them behind to unhook your bra, sending the fabric off somewhere in the apartment.

Heeseung lifted himself back up, tearing down at your bare body. So perfect. So beautiful. So his.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, connecting his forehead to yours, tracing his fingertips down your body and stopping at your cunt, slowly pushing his fingers in, “So wet,” he groaned, rubbing his hard cock against your thigh, “Hmm I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”

You giggled at him, “Angels don’t say such dirty things,” you teased.

“Yeah?” he smirked, plunging his fingers in and out faster, “Angels don’t finger this good, do they?”

You squirm underneath him, rolling your hips in sync with his fingers. Pushing your head back into your pillows and aches your back.

You gasped out at the loss of his fingers, watching as he pulled the remainder of his clothing off him. His hard cock was red and angry. Precum dripping from his tip.

Heeseung gripped both your thighs, pushing them to your chest, “Angels don’t do what I am fixing to do to you,” he smirked, lining his cock up to your entrance. With a deep breath, he pushed himself inside you. Heeseung’s moans fill the apartment along with your own.

His grip on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into the skin. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward. Picking up his pace and pounding into you like a madman. His pupils were blown out and his breaths were unsteady. This. This was what he gave up heaven for. To feel your cunt wrapped around his cock. This was the real heaven.

“See, darling,” he groans, throwing his head back, “Angels don’t fuc-fuck this good,” he looked back down at you, loving your fucked out expression and how your hands gripped your bedsheets. Mouth slack as sweet moans spill from your lips. It turned you on so bad hearing Heeseung talk this way. To feel him so balls deep in your pussy, “Thank god I am not an angel, huh?”

Heeseung was the definition of looks like an angel but fucks like a demon. With the way he pistoned into you, the grip on your thighs, the dirty words leaving his mouth that you’ve never heard him say before tonight…Heeseung was never meant to stay an angel.

You continued to moan out with each of his hard thrusts, your core growing tight and threatening to snap at any moment, “Fuck you feel so good,” he breathes, “Moan my name baby,” he snaked his fingers to your clit, rubbing it aggressively, “Cum around my cock, I know you want to.”

You bit your lip, arching your back more at his touch, jaw going slack as you chanted his name. Chanting his name as if he were god and you were his follower. Your core snapping, your orgasm releasing around him and onto your bedsheets, “Fuck yes, baby,” he smiles, pumping himself even faster inside you, “Can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you. Should have done it the night we met. Should have fucked this cunt, should have ruined you. Claimed you as mine from the beginning. Oh fuck—“

Heeseung’s body shuddered, cock twitching, “I’m fixing to cum baby,” he bit his lip, looking down and watching how his cock slides in and out, in and out, “Oh dear god, I’m cumming. Oh fuck I’m cumming.”

He kept his eyes locked on your pussy as he came, watching how his seed leaked from your hole as he continued to pump inside of you, milking his cock between your walls.

Heeseung fell on top of your body, his head resting on your chest as he steadied himself and caught his breath, wrapping his arms underneath you.

Heeseung spent his whole life being good and doing good. Never once being selfish or doing any selfish acts. Until you. You pulled this high-ranking angel down to his knees. Making him for once, want to be selfish. To do something for himself. To live freely and be free. To love and fuck you with every ounce of his being.

He was so in love with you and you were so worth getting his wings taken away from him. It's so worth his immortality being stripped.

Heeseung looked up at you, “Want to know a secret?” You tilted your head at him, waiting for him to continue, “I knew it would happen eventually. I wasn’t truly happy up there. My brothers and God knew it too. It was a matter of time before I fucked up and got caught,” he leaned himself up on his elbows, “I wanted it to happen. Because I wanted to be with you so bad. I knew they’d strip my wings. Take my immortality. Yeah, I enjoyed my wings and being immortal, but I wanted you so much more than that.”

You cupped his face, “My fallen angel,”

He placed a kiss on your lips, “I love you, YN.” Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, slowly moving again, “And I so love fucking this pussy.”

You giggled, bracing your hands onto his biceps, “I love you too, even if you gave everything up for me.”

Heeseung rested his forehead on yours, slowly fucking into you, “And I’d do it over and over again, all for you.”

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miasmaghoul · 22 days ago

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Ok, I am no longer a Ghost virgin! Have some (long, mostly opinion based) NC ritual highlights. Song order might be wacky bc holy fuck I have a shit memory and can't think straight lmao

(Oh also I've now decided I'm calling the new guy Gale and the new girl Vesper. Just so y'all know <3)

- First and foremost, HOT. Hot and so humid. Miserable. Please note I forgot all about both of these things the second Peacefield started.

- Spotted Vanessa in the distance outside, then twice more inside. She seems so sweet, and looked lovely in her ritual dress!

- Museum is so sick! It's crazy to see how TINY all the outfits (and bodies) on display are. The era 4 ghouls costume HAD to be Dew's, it's SO SMALL! Didn't spend a ton of time in it, I was super dizzy from the outside heat and needed to go sit. Copia's white suit was there too! He's also bitty lmao.

- But onto the music.

- Peacefield amazing live. Sounds exactly like the album (except for a few flubbed words). The moment the curtain dropped took my breath away. Many such instances this night.

- Lachryma is a certified banger anyway, but godDAMN. Backing vocals? Immaculate. The girls sounded amazing and so did the new guy! His voice is wonderful, he's playful and a little silly, and at one point (during Mummy Dust I'd like to say?) he was doing body rolls behind his keys. Adore. He is also HUGE and will indeed deserve the title of big sexy #4.

- Spirit fucks incredibly hard. Like, INCREDIBLY hard. Dew and Aeon doing their interlude at center stage was excellent.

- Dew is still booted, presumably for protective reasons. Perpetua teased him about it (playful) and said the boot was kickass 👍

- Aeon is SO active. He was all over the place, so much energy. He did the thing where he came out during a costume change all cute and did the applause wars. He was also, as always, rolling all over the place like a critter. Huge fan. He had a few very cute moments with Papa, Rain, Dew as well.

- Per Aspera. Immaculate. Stunning. This is around the point where I was just Experiencing It and things get vague lmao. However, I will remain completely delusional about a single moment. Dew did the "as above" gesture and I did it back, and I SWEAR he was looking directly at me for that. No way, I was three rows into the floor seats, but G O D I want to believe.

- (Also they were really REALLY good seats omfg)

- Elizabeth. Holy FUCK. I cannot tell you guys how FERAL the crowd went for that. I wonder if Perpetua got tired of no one remembering the lyrics to Satan Prayer 😔

- Speaking of Perpetua, that man is IMPOSSIBLE to look away from. Like, you guys know I'm a Ghoul Guy through and through. I literally missed half of their bits because I could NOT take my eyes off of him. Incredible stage presence, sounds phenomenal, and the outfits? Chef's fuckin SMOOCH.

- He's also a big fan of mic tricks, he was flailing that thing around everywhere. He also did that down-low fingering move and HOO BOY.

- CMLS. I was expecting Majesty, ngl, but oh my GOD I never thought that experience live would be so different. Gale's backing vocals are INCREDIBLE omfg like...yeah I wish I had gotten to hear Swiss' "call me" for myself too, but omfg this guy can SING.

- TFIAFL. Started with the usual little speech (I cannot get over how much easier he is to understand without the mask holy hell) and then melted right into it. 2034 and all.

- I should mention that all the stage stuff (with the exception of malfunctioning side screens) all went off just fine. These visuals really are stunning.

- Also I personally feel like the audio was the tiiiiniest bit off? Bass was super loud and the guitars felt kinda quiet. Certainly didn't sound bad, could've just been me, but still. Did not effect my enjoyment level at ALL.

- Anyway.

- Devil Church/Cirice. Oh boy. Papa Cirice'd one of the stage cameras and his face popped up on the screens and I could not blink for a single second of that stare. It literally made my nipples so hard they hurt. I am not joking.

- DATHOML was beautiful. It's never been my favorite, but it really is something special live. Every song is. They could play two hours of La Mantra Mori and I'd thank them for it.

- Satanized starts with the electronic cue from the start of Umbra and it confused a BUNCH of people at first but then the guitars started and we lost our minds. I could barely hear Papa over the crowd singing and it was awesome.

- Umbra was a masterpiece. The keytar/guitar battle is fucking GLORIOUS, just like I thought it would be and I'm having so many Dew/Cirrus thoughts because of it xhyxdgd. Papa ascending with the cowbell GOT me, and he gave it to Aurora!

- Year Zero. I thought I was prepared. I was not. No Raindrop choke, but they did get all close to each other. Also Rain was once again a shit and wouldn't move when Perpetua told him to. Kept mocking his little nods to get out of the way 😭 Also tail omg TAIL.

- He Is. Also WOEFULLY underprepared for this one. Actual religious experience. The visuals here are fantastic in particular.

- Ritual took a lot of people by surprise! Dew had his bit at the beginning with Perpetua, and his bit at the end with Rain. That one was especially cute, Rain was watching with his cheek resting on his hand and then doing a hand motion to tell Dew to keep going when he stopped. So cute. Also Vesper and Aurora danced off their platforms to go play tambourine with him, and it was so sweet.

- Rain looks amazing in the veil, can confirm. It was billowing in the breeze more than once, and it's rad to see him headbang in it. Can also confirm that black bass Rain is extraordinarily cunty. Also I heard that he lifted his bass at one point and was apparently either chubbed up or is PACKING so. Do what you will with that information.

- Rats was SO good. The bass was insane, made my chest rattle and probably would have been the one to take my voice if it wasn't gone already lmao

- KTGG was SO fun. This is another one that has grown on me over time, but live? GOD. I thiiiink this is the song where Gale invited Aurora onto his platform for a little dance, unsure, but possible!

- Mummy Dust was a fucking EVENT. I had a feeling it would be but omg. The growls were perfection, and ghoul antics were good as ever. Cirrus' solo? Beyond incredible. My characterization of her has changed so much with this lmao. Finally got to see Dew jerk off with my own two eyes! He did it after sticking his whole finger in his mouth and then doing the slow chest touch thing, and I needed to die the whole time. Cannons didn't blow much our way, but the sight of the air full of confetti and mummy bux filled me with determination joy.

- Monstrance Clock is such a great closer. Just the right speed, the right vibes, it's perfect, absolutely perfect. Could not have been better.

- ENCORE TIME

- MoaC is so much better live than I ever imagined it could be. The crowd went insane, of course, and Perpertua introduced it as his daddy's song. Also, when he tried to give the cues for the ghouls to stop so he could do the "marijuana" thing, they all kept playing. Kept going until Perpetua stomped up Mountain's steps and did it again but more exaggerated and Mountain got all sheepish and did a little "sorry, sorry" hand raise. Very cute.

- (Overall I'd say my impression of Perpetua with the ghouls is that there is very little trust or respect between them so far - with the exceptions of Vesper and Dew)

- Dance Macabre was a fuckin BOP omfg. The rainbow lights and the sparkling outfits and Papa's silver jacket and and and. His mic seemed to cut out during the wobble wobbles tho. Also didn't get confetti blown towards us this time, but grabbed some off the floor after lmao.

- He did the joint roll, and someone caught it this time!

- And finally, Square Hammer. What a fucking RUSH. Cerberus Mode is REAL and the effect is VISCERAL. It was the perfect loud rush to cap off an absolutely perfect show. Also Perpetua called Dew a little cocksucker after the fistbump. Hope he knows from experience.

- Bonus: the couple next to us had been to two shows on this run prior, and said this was the best one. I think they must have gotten their stuff all lined up and worked out the kinks. Excellent news!

- (BONUS 2 FT UNMASKED GHOUL MENTION) While people were filing in, the girl behind us noticed a certain poofy-haired former ghoulette in the stands!! Perpetua gave her a little finger wave at one point, just for a second, and it was adorable.

And here's the haul:

Overall? 7378336⁷⁸/10 experience. Easily one of the best nights of my life. Thank you so, so much to @iamthecomet for coming all the way down here just for this, and to @obsidianghoul for the bracelets, ghoul masks, sticker, keychains and for scoring us mummy dust!!!!! It was awesome meeting you <3

Also I clapped so hard my hands bruised 👍

Now to do it all over again in two weeks with @belle--ofthebrawl and @forlorn-crows >:3

#miasma says #its 2am and i just had mcdonalds #now i will sleep. maybe. for a lttle while.#skeletour spoilers #anyway yeah im even more insane than ever #Prepare Yourselves.

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fullfriendnerdclutch · 1 year ago

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Richard actually preferred to spent his Spring Break lounging around his quaint and peaceful university town. But, since his Uncle drove all the way down to pick him up unannounced, simply because Richard is in the same state now, not like he could just shush that man away so he lazily packed his bag and hit the road with the 43 years old hulk of a DILF

They didn't talk much throughout the long trip into the farmland as Richard pretended to fall asleep before eventually really falling asleep on the way there. But he's dead wrong to assume that his Uncle is unaware of his avoidance. In fact, that very attitude is the sole reason why his Uncle came all the way down to pick him up. It's time to mold Richard into the perfect Dawson boys, and Spring Break provides the best timeline in order for Richard to hit his final alteration right during summer

When the pair arrived at the sprawling farm, Richard realized how stinking rich his family must be with all these acres of land under their possession. It's been more than a decade since he last visited the family farm, but clearly this visit will leave him with the memory about the family farm much more clearly. His uncle let him rest for the remainder of the day, he even fell asleep right after his quick dinner and cleaning himself. But Richard didn't expect that he needs to do some hard labour the following morning!

"Your cousin Adam is spending some time with his sickly wife while Steve took off for the entirety of this Spring Break to spend time with his kids. So I need your help, boy,"

"Wait, Adam is married?"

"Yes, a year ago, don't you remem--- oh yeah, you were on your gap year trip,"

The tone his uncle used irked Richard a bit, gap year trip, but he let it go. His mind is focused on the fact that Adam is the same age as him, and he's married? At 20? 19 if he considered the fact it happened a year ago.....what a totally different life the two of them have. His uncle snapped Richard's out of his mind as he told the pale, gangly-looking Richard to put on the boots before helping him around the farm and the ranch. Richard at first doubted that he could fit into the boots, but somehow it fits him just right. So, off he goes with his uncle

Day after day, the routine remained the same. He will wake up at around 5 or 6 AM, have his loaded breakfast and head out with his uncle. He surprisingly found himself enjoying the routine, he even started to address his Uncle with "Sir" and cooked the breakfast for the two. He simply didn't notice the change in his reflection on how his skin tanned on its own, how his form straightened rather than hunched per usual, how all his clothings somehow altered to solely consist of black t-shirt, jeans and some plaid shirt and he just didn't bother to ask his uncle for the whereabouts of his other clothing. He also failed to notice how his uncle has been subliminally planting in his subconsciousness that he enjoyed working in the farm, that he preferred to be called Dick since Richard sounded too posh for him, that Dick has always been interested with farming and the idea to continue the family's business, that Dick wanted to recruit some good trusted friends of his to join the family's business and how he needs to pivot to study about agriculture or farming in uni.....well, scratch that, he will probably drop out later in the summer and learn better about farming or agriculture by working with his Uncle.

Imagine the surprise his roommates got when Richard went back from his Spring Break 30 lbs heavier and looking like a Southern farm stud with his outfit and the way he got this drawl out of nowhere. And he apparently have a souvenir too for them

"Got these from my Uncle, now, try to put these babies on and tell me how it feels,"

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Fast forward to summer, not only Dick really followed through with his drop out plan, he brings along his now much-more fitting roommate to join him in the farm

Hey there, a bit rushed with this execution but hope it's still an enjoyable read

#personality change #male muscle growth #male transformation

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thatonesonicfanfictionwriter · 7 months ago

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hola! I really like your writing! Súper skibidi, i was wondering if you could make a shadow x female mobian!reader where the reader was forced into war for 2 and a half years but finally shows up to shadow’s house where he lived along side omega and rouge and now the reader is stoic,mature,a bit more apathetic and on guard, this part is a bit unneeded but she would wear a black/brow winter trapper hat,a comfy black/light brown eyepatch covering one dead eye that got that way from war, black solider boots, and a general army outfit but with more armor better suited for snowy,winter areas and also it’s black too *AGAIN* this is needed at all but it would be nice…..(´∀｀) (Also shadow and reader were dating before reader was sent to war)

“Home at Last”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Female Mobian Veteran Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You had been gone for a long time. A lot of people presumed you were dead. But he never did. He always held on that somehow, you were alive. He’s glad he never lost hope.

Notes: Ooh, this one could be an equal amount angsty and happy, so I hope I do this well! Enjoy! And sorry for not posting in a few days!

(Reader will use She/Her pronouns.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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He hadn’t seen you in ages.

Two years, six months, three days, three hours, fifty-six minutes, and forty seconds to be exact.

…Not that he was keeping count.

Oh, who was he kidding.

He missed you to bits.

Little did he know, though…

That you were on your way home.

Of course, you were nervous.

You had sustained a few bad injuries from the war, and you had changed drastically.

Your left eye was straight-up gone, you were more jumpy, you walked with a limp, and you still looked like you were in a war.

Your clothes were horrendous, but you wanted to see them.

Your best friend, Rouge the Bat, and most importantly, your boyfriend, Shadow the Hedgehog.

He had practically begged you not to go, but you had no choice. You had been drafted.

Raising your hand, you knock on the door three times before stepping back one step.

Someone opens the door and immediately gasps seeing you, covering her mouth as you wave awkwardly.

It was her; Rouge the Bat. Shadow wasn’t anywhere in the house from where you could see.

“[NAME]!” Rouge yells happily, hugging you tightly, causing you to flinch, but you return the hug, hearing her start to sniffle, getting your army clothing wet, but you couldn’t care less.

You were hugging your best friend for the first time in years.

“Hey, Rouge…It’s been a long time, huh?” you ask, holding back your own tears.

“WAY too long! What happened to you?!” she asks, pulling away enough from the hug to look at you. You notice her makeup has been smudged, but you don’t say anything about it. You’re just happy to see her.

“Long story,” you tell her. “Where are Shadow and Omega?”

“Shadow’s out babysitting Cream, and Omega’s in the living room,” Rouge states.

“GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, [NAME],” Omega says, waving at you.

“Good to see you too, big guy,” you tell him.

“Oh! Where are my manners, come on in, hun!” Rouge says, leading you inside.

Once in, things really haven’t changed that much since you left. Even the old picture of you and Team Dark before you were drafted is in its same spot, untouched.

You were so much happier back then…

…

Would Shadow still love you for the way you were now?

You really hoped he would…

You suddenly jump, looking around panicked as popcorn starts popping in the microwave.

“Omega! Turn that off! You’re frightening her!” Rouge says.

Omega turns off the microwave.

“SORRY,” Omega says.

“Are you alright, hun?” Rouge asks you.

Your breath is heavy, and your pupils are dilated, but you take a deep breath, exhaling.

“Yeah,” you start. “I’m okay.”

The doorknob starts moving and Rouge quickly ushers you behind the couch.

You hear the door click closed.

“Hey hun! How did it go?” Rouge asks.

“As it usually does,” Shadow says. “Cream’s been fine.”

“Good to hear,” Rouge states. “Anyway, I have a surprise for you!~”

She pulls you out from behind the couch, and Shadow’s eyes immediately widen. His ears lower and he approaches you, holding your cheek in his hand.

“[Name]? Is it really you?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly.

Giving him a smile, something you haven’t done in a while, you nuzzle your cheek into his hand.

“Yeah,” you start. “It’s me. I’m finally back.”

He cups your other cheek with his other hand, his thumb lightly grazing over your eyepatch.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Shadow mutters.

“It’s not your fault, Shadow. You were needed here,” you tell him. “Besides, I’m fine. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“But you were hurt,” he mutters. “You were hurt, and I couldn’t protect you.”

You kiss him on the nose before resting your forehead against his.

“I’m just glad to be home, Shadow,” you murmur. “I’m just glad I get to see you again.”

“You’re not leaving my arms again. Not if I can help it,” Shadow mutters.

You let out a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you tell him. “I love you, my moonlight.”

“I love you too, sunshine,” Shadow says with a small smile. “It’s good to have you home.”

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ladykailitha · 3 months ago

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Heartbreak in Overdrive Part 8

Boom, baby! We are back!! This is my new schedule for fics here! Be sure to check it out so you don't miss your favorites!

I would reread part 7 here or start from the beginning here.

In this we have more of the photo shoot with Steve and Eddie just falls more in love with Steve and his girls then ever before.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The first outfit was a metallic grey, almost antique silver in color and the boots were killer. They had a two inch stiletto heel and went right above his knees. The pants were skin tight and the shirt was a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the sides hollowed out. The shirt was tucked artfully into the pants. He looked hot.

The makeup was very Ziggy Stardust and hair was most down with still a little bit up.

They were moving on to the settee today and Eddie was so ready for it. The chair had been comfortable but was limiting on the range of poses he could do.

Eddie walked out, perfectly balanced on the heels, hips swaying as he sashayed over to the black velvet lounge chair. He flopped on it gracefully and then turned to wink at Steve.

Steve fumbled the camera and only barely managed to catch before it hit the ground.

Eddie smirked. “Ready when you are, big boy!”

Steve took pictures for a couple of hours, Eddie getting touched up when needed, before a break was called.

They started making their way to craft services when Steve snapped his fingers.

“Oh I forgot to mention,” he said with that winning smile, “Kimmy said the company wants us to take as long as we need to get the launch of the product perfect.”

“That’s a relief,” Eddie murmured.

“Since we have the time,” Steve said brightly, “I was thinking of as many shots as you feel comfortable with each outfit so you can pick the best ones.”

That brought Eddie up short. “Wait, you’re not the one picking the shots?”

Steve, who had taken a few steps before realizing that he had stopped, turned and looked at him. “Well, yeah. It’s in your contract. You pick your shots. The only change I wanted was having my crew with me. I trust you to pick the best shots. I’ve seen your judgment in action and your instincts are spot on.”

Eddie trotted to catch up to speed. “How have you seen the raws to any of my photo shoots?”

“Oh,” Steve said with a blush, running his fingers through his hair nervously. “I went to high school with Jonathan Byers and Tommy Hagan. We were actually all in the same photography club. Argyle Rivera is Jonathan’s boyfriend.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. Then the realization hit him like an oncoming storm, wild and dangerous. “Holy shit. You’re the mysterious friend they keep talking about. You’re my white knight!”

Steve’s cheeks turned bright red and he wrapped one arm around his waist. “Well, I don’t know about being anyone’s knight or whatever. I just don’t know why they treat you differently from every other high class model.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed. “I could kiss you!”

Steve ducked his head and scuffed his shoe on the carpet, suddenly shy. “Oh, um. I’m not really, um... it’s not that I wouldn’t like that, but just um... uh. Well.” He cursed under his breath. “I really shouldn’t cross the line between photographer and model. I just got into this and don’t want to do anything that would get me in trouble.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment and took the time to really process what Steve had said throughout that absolutely adorable ramble.

“All right, pretty boy,” he teased. “I’ll lay off the teasing. But we should still exchange numbers. Because I have a feeling you’re going to be my go to photographer.” He winked at Steve and then sailed past him to continue on to craft services.

Each outfit got darker and skimpier until Eddie was wearing a charcoal grey mesh crop top and matching hotpants. He also wore nylons and sparkly open-toed heels. His makeup was a smokey eye and dark red lipstick and his hair could barely be considered in partially up with just a few strands pulled out of his face.

The poses had gotten more and more sexually charged, too. To the point where Eddie was thinking of things that were as disgusting as possible to keep himself from getting a stiffy, but it was hard.

*Wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

Okay so that was a bad pun even for himself. But with the clothes getting more revealing and the hair and makeup becoming simpler, they managed to all the remaining outfits that day with only the nude shots left to do by the time the day was done.

Steve patted him on the shoulder on the way out. “It’s been great working with you, Eddie. I can’t wait until tomorrow to really get to the meat of this shoot.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment and realized that he really meant it. He was happy to have worked with him and couldn’t wait to do it again.

He stood there watching the four of them go, laughing and teasing each other. It really made Eddie ache for seeing his friends other than the occasional lunch or drinks. It made him ache for home and Wayne.

He pulled out his phone. “Hey, Chrissy. After this shoot, clear my schedule. I want to take some time off to see Wayne.” He hung up knowing she would take care of it and text him the details. He looked up at the sky a moment and let out a shuddering breath. Yeah it was time to go home.

It was time for the last part of the shoot, the part Eddie had been dreading all week. He knew that Steve had told him that it would just be the two of them unless hair or makeup needed to be touched up. But he had been told something was a closed set before to not really have it be so his hopes weren’t really that high.

But as soon as he stepped out in his black satin robe, none of the girls were to be seen. He looked around nervously.

“Um, I thought that I’d see Robin and Max around,” he admitted, pulling the robe tightly around his waist.

Steve smiled that beaming grin of his at him and Eddie fucking melted. “I’ll call them if they’re needed and of course cover you up so they don’t see if you prefer it like that.”

Eddie still wasn’t sure what to make of this man so he just nodded. He spent a couple of minutes trying to hype himself up.

“Would it help if I put on music?” Steve asked after a few minutes. “I consulted my assistant for the best metal music so I could get inspiration for the shoot.”

Eddie looked up at Steve in wide-eyed wonder. “You’d do that for me?”

“Sure,” Steve said pulling out his phone. “It’s not like we’re filming and need the sound for anything.” He turned on the music and turned it up. “They’re all songs I liked from what he had me listen to, so I hope it’s not too terrible.”

One by Metallica came on and Eddie bobbed his head in approval. “It’s an oldie for sure, but a goodie too.”

Steve beamed at him, turning his phone up as high as it could go and set it on a nearby table. “Just let me know if you want me to skip anything.”

Eddie nodded and then finally dropped the robe. He got settled on the red satin sheets, he long hair fanning out around his head like a halo.

Steve forced down the lump in his throat at how absolutely beautiful this man was. He put the camera up in front of his face to distance himself from the angel sprawled out on the bed. He line up his shot and took his first photo. He pulled it back to see it and nodded in approval.

He walked over to the bed. “You want to see?”

Eddie propped himself up on one elbow to peer over Steve’s arm to look at the display. “Wow.”

It was beyond wow, if he was honest, but that was the only word he had in that moment. He had never seen himself looking for vulnerable and open before. He was blown away.

“I’ll take that,” Steve said with hearty laugh. “Let’s knock this out of the ballpark, yeah?”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, man. Let’s do that.” He settled back into place and let Steve get to work.

Every once in awhile Robin or Max would have to come out and redo his hair or makeup, but each time Steve would make sure Eddie was covered and then let them come out.

Then Steve shifted nervously from one foot to the other, chewing his lip. “I have an idea for some of the shots, but I don’t know if you’d want to do it?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “What’s ya got, Stevie?”

“I want to get close ups of the makeup,” he said, shyly ducking his head. “And for that I’d have to get on the bed with you.”

“Oh.”

Yeah, Eddie could see where Steve might not want to cross that line or even have Eddie let him cross that line. But he thought about it from an artistic point of view and it would be hot as hell.

“Do it,” he said firmly. “You need the shots, you know it’s the best way to the get the shots. Get your shot.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, risking looking up to see Eddie’s expression. It wasn’t guarded or closed off, it was open and friendly. And maybe a little lascivious.

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a wink and a grin. “Come on, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Steve took off his shoes and socks and padded over to the bed, camera in hand. He started taking pictures the closer he got. Then when he got to the foot of the bed, Eddie turned his charm up to eleven, and Steve was helpless to resist.

He started with one knee on the bed, then two. Then he began to pan up Eddie’s body, breathing out instructions and watching as Eddie followed each one. Then for the final shot Steve straddled Eddie’s torso just below his ribs.

The final shutter went off with the bright light of the flash. Steve had moved the camera to the side and stared down at Eddie in amazement. It was like they were as frozen as the still frame in his camera.

Eddie was just as caught as Steve was. It was like he had his soul taken with that last shot but instead of feeling bereft, he felt a sense of elation.

Suddenly there was a loud ringing over the sound of the music and the moment snapped back into focus. Steve looked over his shoulder at the sound then back at Eddie. He carefully got off of him and handed him the robe.

He walked over to his phone and picked it up to answer it. “Hello?”

Eddie pulled on the robe as he watched Steve on the phone. It was clear it was the rep lady, probably asking about how much longer they would need. He didn’t know how long Steve was going to be so he decided to head back to the dressing room.

As he passed, he gave Steve a little wave and Steve waved back. A dorky little finger wave and he was fucking charmed.

He was in the robe getting his makeup removed and hair washed to get all the chemicals she used make it do what Steve wanted, when Steve knocked on the door.

“Hey, guys!” Steve said cheerfully. “Well done everyone. I was just on the phone with Kimmy and so far the owners, Maggie Burton and Dottie Cox have loved all the shots so far.”

“Yeah?” Eddie said, hopeful, opening one eye carefully to look at Steve. “That’s great news.” He closed the eye again and settled so Robin could finish her work.

“Just wait until they see the nudes,” Steve replied, flopping on the chair he sat in on the first day. He watched Eddie get pampered by Max and Robin as Ellie worked to get all the clothes bagged up and put away.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I have a really good feeling about this shoot. Like award winning feelings.”

Suddenly Eddie was forced to sit upright at the strength of the thrust of Ellie shoving a bag into his arms. “Oof!”

“Those are the boots you really liked and the linen shirt,” she said with a grin. “The other clothes will be sent to your address at your convenience.”

Eddie grinned. “You’re best Lady Eliwen! Actually all of you are. Like I’ve never had a shoot run so smoothly before. I really hope this shoot puts your name on the map because you all deserve it!”

“Thanks!” Robin said. “I’m all done with you, so all that’s left is Max putting in the conditioner and you’re all done and dusted!”

Max gently worked the leave in conditioner into his hair and then she washed her hands. “All right, you’re free.”

Eddie gave them all hugs goodbye, even Steve and left wearing the shirt and boots Ellie had given him.

“Hit me up the next time you’re in LA,” Eddie told Steve tapping him on the shoulder and pointing at him. “We’ll have brunch. There is this great little Italian place I think you’d love.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “I’m going to hold you to that!”

Eddie got in the car and as it drove off he looked back at Steve and his ladies, feeling a pang of loneliness. His friends and family were all over the place now. Jeff was a theatre actor on Broadway, Brian was game composer, and Gareth was a studio musician for when they needed a pro to fill in on drums. Wayne was still out in old Hawkins, even if his prospects were better now. He still missed them. Maybe he’d get them all out to LA for a reunion or something.

After visiting Wayne of course.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ imagine jake having a family dinner with you and your parents

he smoothed a hand over his shirt for the fifth damn time.

it wasn’t a date.

he knew that. repeated it to himself the entire drive over. still, he’d shaved. real shave too—not just the half-assed 'good enough' electric trim he used for base clearance. he’d even ironed the sleeves of his button-down. he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that for anything short of a funeral or federal ceremony.

jake stepped out of his truck and looked at the house. pale blue siding, white trim, porch swing. looked like something off a postcard, if you didn’t know better. but he did. he’d seen what lived inside—how your smile cracked under pressure, how the light in your eyes dimmed every time she got near you.

he knocked twice, then stepped back and braced for impact.

the door opened immediately—too fast, like she’d been standing there waiting.

'well, don’t you look handsome,' your mother purred.

jake blinked. 'evenin’, ma’am.'

she wasn’t dressed for dinner.

she was dressed for bloodsport.

her outfit was all cinched waist and plunging neckline, dripping in gold that clinked softly every time she moved. perfume hit him like a brick wall—something floral and expensive and way too heavy for indoors.

'oh, call me colleen, please,' she said, already reaching forward to straighten the collar of his shirt. 'i can’t have my best guest looking all rumpled now, can i?'

jake stepped back half a pace, gently but firmly out of reach. he didn’t want to be rude—but he wasn’t about to let her go full makeover montage on his chest.

'wasn’t sure if this was a sit-down or a paper-plates kinda thing,' he said lightly, flashing that practiced smile. the one he used with brass who outranked him and knew it.

colleen laughed, too loud, like he’d told a real joke. 'oh, you’re funny. i like that.'

jake nodded once. no idea what to say to that. his stomach was already twisting—not from nerves, not exactly—but from a sense of something off. like walking onto a flight deck and realizing someone forgot to lock down a fuel cart.

'well, come in, come in,' she chirped, stepping aside and holding the door wide. 'i’ve just finished setting the table—and i do hope you’re hungry. i made my famous lemon chicken casserole.'

jake stepped inside, his boots heavy on the tile. the place smelled like citrus and bleach and something sweeter beneath it. cookies maybe. or pie.

he half-hoped you were in the kitchen, towel tossed over your shoulder, flour on your cheek again like it had been at the store. but he didn’t hear movement. no laughter. no music. just colleen closing the door behind him, too slow, like she wanted him to hear the click.

'you know,' she said, lowering her voice as she brushed past him, 'i think you get even more handsome even time i see you.'

jake froze. okay.

he offered a tight smile. trying to change the subject in anyway he could. 'he, uh—he mentioned the lemon chicken.'

she touched his arm. again. light. Intentional. 'oh, he’s just terrible at describing things. men never notice the important details.'

jake gave a polite chuckle, more breath than sound. ma’am. please. he shifted toward the dining room, eyes scanning—searching—for a reason to escape, or better yet, you.

he could still remember your face at the cookout a few nights ago. That flushed, open expression, caught between embarrassment and something electric when he'd found you in the kitchen after yet another jab from your mother. you’d looked at him like you wanted to say something but didn’t trust your own voice.

he wanted that voice now.

'why don’t you sit at the head of the table?' colleen suggested, hand ghosting over his shoulder. 'that way you’re right next to me.'

jake blinked.

he opened his mouth to say something—anything—but that’s when your dad rounded the corner with a bottle of wine and a big, unsuspecting grin.

jake nearly sighed in relief.

he’d been warned the casserole would be 'traditional,' which apparently meant chicken drowning in cream of mushroom soup, suspiciously uniform cubes of bread, and enough sodium to salt the gulf.

still, Jake sat there, smiling like a good guest, nursing a beer and half-listening to your dad talk about a busted gate hinge. he offered the appropriate nods, threw in a chuckle or two, but his eyes kept flicking toward the hallway.

it was the thrum in the air. something coming. no—someone.

then you walked in.

and every word your dad was saying turned to static.

jake caught sight of you as you rounded the corner—sleep pants hanging loose on your hips, a t-shirt so thin it was practically translucent, your hair a mess of soft waves pulled up like you didn’t care, glasses sliding low on your nose.

you stopped in the doorway like you’d seen a ghost.

he could have said something charming. could’ve looked away and given you some damn dignity. but instead, all he could do was sit there and grin.

because you looked real. unfiltered and half-asleep and unarmored—and still the prettiest thing he’d seen all week.

'evenin’,' he drawled, tipping his bottle with a smile that curled slow at the edges.

'you’re here.'

jake arched a brow. 'guilty. didn’t know i needed a dress code.'

out of the corner of his eye, he saw your mother’s mouth curve like a blade. 'i did mention he was joining us, didn’t i?'

no. no, she probably hadn’t. just to give your mother a reason to get on to you.

jake saw it in the way your jaw clenched. how you bit down hard enough on the inside of your cheek that it left a mark. you slid into your usual spot like someone slipping into a chokehold.

he glanced at the seat your mother had set for him—right beside her, like she’d planned a fucking interrogation. no fucking thank you.

jake rose, casually circled the table, and gathered his place setting without a word.

he moved with practiced ease—like a man used to commandeering cockpits and dinner tables alike—and dropped into the chair beside you, your good side. close enough that his thigh brushed yours beneath the table.

jesus.

just that one little touch and his brain scrambled like the goddamn casserole.

you were warm. soft. and you didn’t pull away.

'jake, i had you next to me—'

'hope you don’t mind, ma’am.' he didn’t even look at her. just grinned, all syrup and sun. 'figured i’d let you and your husband sit together. always nice to give married folks some alone time. especially now that you have your adult daughter just down the hall.'

your dad barked a laugh, and jake leaned in slightly, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off his arm. 'hope you don’t mind. I swapped seats.' he whispered, but you heard it clear as day as he spoke into your good ear.

you shook your head, trying not to smile, and he didn’t say it—but it knocked something loose in his chest.

he pointed his fork at the casserole. 'looks good. smells better than anything i’ve burned this week.'

'it’s my mother’s recipe,' your mother replied with that saccharine tilt to her voice.

'must run in the family, then.'

jake didn’t glance at her. he didn’t need to. because he was looking at you. only you.

you adjusted your glasses again, a nervous tic he was already starting to adore, and under the table, your knees bumped again. another little jolt to his already fraying restraint.

he forced himself to focus. conversation moved around the table like a lazy river—your dad telling another long-winded story. jake nodded at the appropriate points, even laughed when he should, but the whole time, he was watching you out of the corner of his eye. the little shifts in your posture. the faint wrinkle between your brows.

and then he leaned closer.

'how’d i do? enough charm to keep her from smothering me with a church casserole?' he whispered again and you snorted.

under the table, he felt the ghost of your knee against his. and any moment now, it was gonna ruin him.

jake watched your fingers fidget with your napkin. you were nervous—he could tell that much—but there was something just a little too careful in the way you held yourself. like you were managing every word, every breath, like you were waiting for the floor to crack beneath you.

he hated how well he recognized it.

so he leaned in, let his voice drop low and easy, like warm weather easing through a screen door. 'so . . .' he started casually, voice low and easy, 'city girl now, huh? what’s it like bein’ all fancy up in austin?'

the snort you gave had him smirking before you even answered. you took a sip of water first—stalling, he noticed—and then said, 'i live above a vape shop and scream into a pillow every time my neighbor practices bluegrass at three in the morning. i don't think fancy is the right word.'

jake barked out a laugh, head tipping back just a little. a real laugh. god, you had timing. that dry-as-hell, offbeat, don’t-give-a-damn humor that punched right through his chest. 'still a hell of a view, i bet.'

'only if you like watching college freshmen try to parallel park.'

'i don’t,' he replied, grinning now. really grinning. not even trying to play it cool. 'i like a good driveway.'

you tried not to smile. he could tell. could see it in the way your lips twitched, in the way your gaze darted to your plate. but you failed—and jesus, it lit him up inside like jet fuel.

jake shifted slightly in his seat, angling toward you more. not subtle, not really, but he didn’t care. 'what’s the plan now, though? after the welcome parade and all.' he flicked his hand toward your parents, toward the crowded table. 'gonna take the art world by storm?'

you stabbed a green bean like it had personally offended you. 'not sure yet. i’ve got a couple commissions lined up. might teach, maybe freelance. i’m just… figuring it out.'

jake nodded, slow and measured, like each word meant something. because it did. he heard that pause. heard the uncertainty. and that softness in his chest—that protective heat—kicked up like a summer wind. 'nothin’ wrong with that. you’ve got time.'

his voice dipped without him realizing it. softer. meant just for you.

and you felt it.

he saw the way your eyes flicked up, the way your mouth barely parted like it wanted to say something else—before your dad cut in, bright and oblivious as ever.

'she’s always been like that,' your dad said proudly. 'determined as hell. had a whole wall of drawings by the time she was ten. woke me up at two in the morning once ‘cause she ran out of paper. stole printer paper outta my office like it was contraband.'

you laughed, low and a little embarrassed. color rose to your cheeks—and jake couldn’t stop looking at you. couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d frame that exact look if he was a different man.

'explains that little furrow you get when you’re thinkin’. saw it earlier.'

you blinked, caught off guard. 'did you?'

'oh yeah. real intense,' he said, voice dropping a notch. 'made me wonder what you were thinkin’ about.'

'i was imagining stabbing you with a fork,' you replied dryly, and that made him grin even harder.

'oh, i knew it was somethin’ flattering.'

'not everyone has a grill spatula kink, jake.'

'well,' he said, tossing a wink at you, 'first time for everything.'

your dad laughed, but jake felt the shift before it even hit the table. the way your mother’s voice cut through, high and brittle and sweet as arsenic.

'well,' she said, that tight smile making jake’s stomach coil, 'i hope all that sketching turns into something practical. it’s not like the world needs more starving artists. we can’t all live above vape shops forever, can we?'

you didn’t blink.

but jake turned to her, slow and measured, his smile spreading like honey laced with glass. 'i dunno, doesn’t seem like she’s starving to me,' he said, tone syrupy-smooth. 'not with that kind of fire.'

he didn’t look at you—but he felt you freeze.

your mother tilted her head. 'i just mean—there’s talent and then there’s stability. not everyone wants to be a wandering creative their whole life.'

jake tilted his head right back, just slightly, but enough. 'is she wandering?' his voice stayed level, controlled. but there was weight behind it now, a low thrum beneath the drawl. 'to me, sounds like she’s just getting started.'

silence.

a whole stretch of it.

jake let it hang. let her sit in it.

then your dad, good ole peacemaker, coughed and mentioned the pie, and your mother refilled her wine like it had done something to offend her. jake didn’t move.

but when he caught the way your eyes dropped to your plate—shoulders straight, jaw tense—he had to stop himself from reaching for your hand.

instead, he pressed his knee just slightly firmer against yours.

nobody would notice.

except you.

conversation resumed, scattered and soft. your dad rambled on about the gate out back, something jake had helped him with two weeks ago. jake nodded here and there, but his attention wasn’t on the story. it was on your breathing.

the way you’d gone still.

the way your mother’s voice slithered out again like a goddamn knife. 'you know,' she said sweetly, 'i’m just so glad you’re back home, sweetheart. we were worried you’d forget how to participate in a conversation without subtitles.'

jake froze. fork midair.

the fuck did she just say?

your glass trembled in your hand. you didn’t say anything. just stared at your plate like if you stayed still enough, the earth might swallow you whole.

your dad let out a confused little chuckle.

jake didn’t.

'though i suppose art school in austin has its own language, doesn’t it?'

he cleared his throat, calm and slow and sharp as a razor. 'well,' he said, careful with the weight of it, 'seems like she’s been keeping up just fine.'

he didn’t look up.

but he felt you look at him. head snapping toward him like a thread had been yanked too tight.

jake kept his gaze on his plate. let the words land exactly where he wanted them to.

your mother’s shoulders stiffened.

good.

he turned his head. met your eyes. held them.

'besides,' he added, giving you the smallest nudge with his elbow, a quiet signal that he was here, 'i wouldn’t mind if dinner came with subtitles. y’all speak real fast for a guy born and raised south of midland.'

your dad chuckled. 'that’s because you’ve got city ears now, seresin.'

'what i've got is nothin’ but respect for country girls who can keep up,' jake said smoothly. his voice was low now, silk-wrapped steel. aimed just off-target—but he knew your mother would feel the hit anyway.

you stilled beside him. barely breathed.

he didn’t look your way again. didn’t need to.

but he kept his knee pressed to yours like a vow.

for five minutes, you sat like that. his blood ran hot. the feel of your thigh against his was suddenly the most maddening, grounding, addictive thing in the damn world.

and then you moved.

'i’m just gonna…' you said, rising carefully, like if you made any sudden movements, you might shatter. 'refill.'

he looked up.

didn’t say anything.

just watched you go, eyes fixed on the gentle sway of your hips, the exposed line of your shoulder, the way your fingers clenched the glass like it was the only thing tethering you to earth.

and right before you stepped behind him, he saw it—

the faintest twitch of your mouth.

a smile.

a private, secret thing.

and jake?

yeah, he felt it too. right behind his ribs. right in the space where he was trying so hard not to fall for you. but damn if it wasn’t already too late.

'i’ll help her,' your mother said, tone bright, sugary sweet. the kind of voice used in hostess interviews and pta fundraisers, not kitchens. 'she probably can’t even find the pie knife.'

jake watched her stand and smooth down her already perfectly smooth blouse. she wasn’t even holding a plate. didn’t even look toward the kitchen. just walked off in her pristine heels like she was walking into a goddamn battlefield.

he clenched his jaw so hard his molars clicked.

couldn’t find the pie knife, my ass.

you’d just spent four years surviving on your own—navigating rent, commissions, apartment maintenance, hell, probably plumbing and tax documents and oil changes. but now, suddenly, you needed help with a pie knife?

bull-fucking-shit.

she wasn’t going in there to help.

she was going in to make sure you stayed small.

jake’s hands curled around the stem of his wine glass. he didn’t even want another sip, but it gave his fingers something to do—somewhere to put the slow, roiling anger that had been building since the first half-smile you faked that night.

across from him, your dad took another generous gulp of his drink and let out a contented sigh.

'well,' he said cheerfully, leaning back, 'i’ll tell you what—i think she’s glad to be home. might not say it, but i can see it.'

jake looked at him.

really looked.

there was no malice in your dad. not an ounce. he had that worn-in softness to him—the kind that came from trying his best and never quite realizing what was being torn down behind him. you’d probably inherited your stubbornness from him. maybe your sense of humor too.

but your spine? that quiet resilience?

that wasn’t from him.

jake forced a polite hum. 'yeah,' he said, noncommittal.

your dad beamed, not noticing jake’s knuckles whitening around the glass. 'her mom was just saying earlier, it’ll be good to have her around again. she needs some structure. and i told her, hey, she’s an adult now. she’s got it handled.' he chuckled, pleased with himself. 'i mean, i don’t get all that modern art stuff, but if she’s makin’ money, hell—more power to her, right?'

jake smiled. it didn’t reach his eyes.

more power to her.

like you hadn’t just fled to the kitchen like it was a fucking panic room.

jake let his eyes drift toward the door. he couldn’t hear anything, which somehow made it worse. his knee bounced once under the table—just once—before he stopped it. your mother was probably in there right now, standing too close. saying too much. reeling you back in like a fish she refused to let go.

'i’ll tell ya,' your dad went on, lifting his fork, 'that one’s always had grit. couldn’t talk her out of anything if i tried. wouldn’t want to, either.'

jake forced another nod because yeah—you did have grit.

but grit didn’t mean you had to take hits like that over dinner and smile through it.

jake knew what it was like to be told you were too much and not enough in the same breath. knew what it was like to sit at a table where the air felt heavy, where silence felt safer than truth. and maybe his mother hadn’t been cruel the way yours was, but absence had its own sharp edges.

he’d been told, in no uncertain terms, how to act. how to please. how to measure success in a clean plate, a clean record, a clean-cut reputation.

he’d learned to play perfect.

until he’d learned how to fight.

and right now, every bone in his body was begging for a reason to fight for you.

he just didn’t know if you’d let him.

jake let out a slow breath through his nose and finally looked back at your dad, who was already launching into a story about a busted lawn mower belt.

jake listened. sort of. but his eyes flicked to the kitchen door every few seconds because you were in there. and the longer you stayed, the more worried he became.

not because he didn’t trust you to hold your own—but because he knew you shouldn’t have to and if he could take even an ounce of the pressure off your shoulders, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

hell, he already had. he just hoped you'd realize it before he said it out loud. before he gave himself away.

he saw you before you even crossed the threshold. pie in your hands, no glasses on your face, shoulders drawn up like you were trying to vanish into the linen wallpaper.

jake had been nodding along to your dad’s football talk, listening just enough to track the names and teams, but his real focus was on the kitchen door—on whether or not you were gonna come back. he hadn’t stopped watching it since you disappeared.

and now there you were.

a little slower on your steps. a little more careful, like you were trying not to trip over yourself. jake’s brows pulled together before he even registered why.

then he saw it. the blinding absence of glasses on your face. his mouth dried. this was the first time he'd seen you without them. you looked—jesus. you looked different without them.

not better, not worse. just softer. more open. vulnerable in a way that made something ancient and stupid twist hard in his chest. like he wanted to throw a coat over your shoulders and walk you right out of this damn house.

but you weren’t looking at him.

you slid into your seat with a quiet excuse me and set the pie down like it had weight to it. like just carrying it had cost you something.

jake barely moved. just let his eyes trail after every little twitch of your hands—how you picked up your fork, how you didn’t even glance at the slice before putting it in your mouth. chew. swallow. repeat. not tasting a damn thing.

he leaned toward you. not enough for your parents to notice, but enough to shift the gravity between you. just that little tilt of weight that meant i see you.

'you alright?' he asked, voice pitched low.

you nodded without looking. 'fine.'

a lie. plain as day.

jake didn’t call you on it. he could’ve. god, he wanted to. wanted to push until you snapped, until you gave him even a fraction of the truth. but he knew better than that. knew how to read silence like a flight manual. knew what it meant when someone folded up tight and started measuring every breath.

still—he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

the tension in your jaw. the way you wouldn’t look at him. the faint, trembling line of your lashes where they cast shadows on your cheeks. and your ears—christ, even your ears were pink, flushed like you were still burning up from whatever had been said in that kitchen.

he didn’t need to guess what.

he’d seen the look on your mother’s face when she followed you in there. that syrupy, fake-ass smile she’d worn like a weapon. and he’d seen the way you came out—just a little smaller, just a little quieter. just enough that she could pretend she hadn’t broken something.

it made him feel sick.

so he tried again.

asked about austin. threw out a story, a joke, anything to get your mouth to twitch again. but all he got were half-sentences. a polite nod. a smile so paper-thin he could’ve torn it with a breath.

and when he leaned again, just a fraction closer—his knee still right there, still waiting for yours to brush it like before—you didn’t move.

didn’t reach for him. didn’t let him in.

so he sat back, slow and tight, arms folding across his chest again like they were holding him together.

and he didn’t say another word.

not when your dad launched into a ten-minute tangent about draft picks. not when your mother laughed too loud at something she barely understood. not even when you shifted in your seat and he caught a flash of your bare shoulder again—closer now without the curtain of your hair or those damn glasses to hide behind.

he stared at his water glass.

tried not to look like he was unraveling.

because the thing was, it wasn’t just that you weren’t wearing your glasses.

it was that he liked them. liked the way they perched on the bridge of your nose, the way you pushed them up when you were flustered. liked how they gave you something to hide behind even when your mouth was biting out barbs and sarcasm like it was your first language.

now they were gone and so were you.

you’d curled up right there in that chair. tight and small and silent. like you were bracing for a blow that might still come. like you were trying not to exist.

and jake—jake fucking hated that he couldn’t fix it.

hated that if he touched your knee now, you might flinch.

hated that the only thing he could do was sit there, muscle ticking in his jaw, watching the girl who’d laughed with him an hour ago slowly disappear into her pie plate.

so he didn’t touch you again. not once.

but he stared at the curve of your cheek until it hurt not to reach for it.

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sulumuns-dootah · 9 months ago

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WHB characters boyfriend HCs

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Written mid October as a way to make myself feel better. Might turn this into a series, if anyone is interested ^^

Characters: Satan, Paimon, Beelzebub, Gusion, Michael

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Bike rides and bar dates - I can just imagine going for a drive through Gehenna's streets, tightly holding onto Satan so you don't fall off a the high speed (Just like Minhyeok when Juno drove him to school in chapter 6)

Okay, on the theme of bars: kinda funny but I imagne him holding his hard liquor much better than something with little-to-none alcohol

Lots of lovebites and hickeys

Despite stuggling to sleep normally, when you're with him, it's the exact opposite and whenever you cuddle, he's out within minutes

His love language is bullying

During his depressive episodes, you're the only one he'll let near him

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That horn style might as well be called handlebars, bc you sure will be holding onto dear life ( joke stolen from Trixie Mattel)

He has a thing for when someone rides his boots

Kinda obvious one, but a lot of BDSM in the bedroom

If you're a monsterfucker, he wouldn't mind changing into his other form for you

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Shopping dates!!

If you wish to, your relationship can be fully off social media despite Pai practically living on them

Matching stuff!

Loves doing your makeup (even if you don't wear any)

Café dates!

Ultimatelly, you're their new photographer for their posts

Overall the vibe of your relationship really gives me the two best friends who also fuck vibes

Every night is a slumber party!

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If you get periods, they'll make sure you have all the stuff in the world you might need

And if you require some special attention down there, they're more than excited to make you feel good

I can imagine a lot of roleplay with cute outfits for the both of you

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Even when you're not with each other, there's at least a fly following you around to make sure you're okay

His clones do prove useful for more than just sex - putting new fitted sheets onto your mattress? done and done!

Every date is in a new location you never even knew about

Despite his memory being shit, he'll remember all the important and small things: your favorite scent? favorite dish? flower? yep, all memorised or turned into a tattoo on his inner wrist!

Oh, speaking of tattoos... You two get a matching one to seal the deal on your relationship

Instead of proposal with a ring, Beel proposes with a piercing needle and giving you the choice of what he'll pierce (you can even pick multiple spots!)

NSFW HCs

Let's get the obvious out of the way: Yes, he loves eating you out so much he'd spend the next century between your legs

And yes, you can say goodbye to deodorants/perfumes

Surprisingly not into food play tho... If you look any more yummy, he might actually eat you :D

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Workaholic baby :(

Like seriously, you sometimes have to cleverly lure him away from his math problems

If you're a student, you've won the jackpot! He might not be an expert in your field, but he knows how to help you learn

Gaming nights with some insane hard puzzle games

A cute scenario: Gus taking off his glasses before leaning down to kiss you deeply

I already mentioned this in my post about confessing a crush to him, but he might neglect you a bit from being so into his work so make sure to sound off and let him know

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Someone gets a bit hot and bothered after your study session together

Ooh! I absolutely can't forget a good ol' teacher/student roleplay

He's most likely originally from Gehenna bc of how horny he got from the thought of having a headache, so I HC that he'll come seek you out after getting one to fuck the life out of you

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His hair is 100% pure silk

Your relationship probably started with Mikey first seeing you and not being able to read you, so he decided to keep his remaining eye on you to see what's the story with you

Somehow ended up accidentally(?) falling for you

He's definitelly the most likely demon to get unhealthily obsessed with his s/o

A lot of attachment issues after loosing God and Lucifer

That mom friend for sure (even literally a mom - kinda makes me wonder how he'd react to all the lesser angels he made giving him Mother's day card)

One daydream plot i came up with is that if I were in Hell and Michael showed up, I'd just pretend to be fully delulu that he's into me, but isn't ready to tell me yet The whole "Aw, you came to see me? Does that mean...? that you're ready to confess to me...?" He'd just get disgusted and leave and then everybody claps

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Kinda obvious, but he's iffy about sexual subjects at first

Still doesn't mean he hasn't thought a few times about breaking out of his chastity cage

Once you break down his restraints, he's maybe even freakier than some demons in Abaddon

Maybe there's a good reason God locked his angels up

Okay, hear me out: Michael x MC x Raphael (yes, death is almost guaranteed, but what a way to go!)

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb satan #whb paimon #whb beelzebub #whb gusion #whb michael

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anjee0 · 6 months ago

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Road trip

Female!reader x 2000s!Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert)

Description - Y/n and her friends get invited by Marshall's and his friends for a road trip, where things take an unexpected twist between Y/n and Marshall.

Warnings - Light swearing, Y/n and Marshall hated each other, awkward and tense scenes, light smut.

Requested by @sweetmusicvoid

i thought it might be neat to have some sort of friend group where the reader and marsh are kind of enemies, and the group is going on a road trip together. but she’s forced to sit on his lap in this trailer that’s attached to the car. tension, light smut, etc. anyway, it was just a thought :)

“Y/n, please!” Carla begged as she tried to pull Y/n out of her bed.

“Please! It'll be fun!” Ashley exclaimed, also trying to pull Y/n out.

“Girls, I already said no. Especially if Marshall is going to be there.” Y/n replied, adding a dramatic scoff to the end of her sentence.

Y/n and Marshall hated each other's guts for as long as they could both remember. Something about his cocky attitude and bursting ego made her see him solely as an unlikeable person. And now that he had become famous, selling over a million records on his latest album, his attitude and ego only continued to inflate.

However, Y/n's friends and Marshall's friends were close with each other, meaning that the pair would see each other quite frequently. Him and his friends planned on going on a car ride with a trailer attached to the back. They'd also decided to invite Y/n and her friends.

“You know, for someone who hates Marshall, you seem to talk about him a lot.” Carla teased.

Ashley smirked, wanting to join in on the bantering fun. “And I see the way you both look at each other. Especially Marshall.”

“Oh my gosh. Guys, seriously, you sound like little kids. I don’t like him like that. I don’t like him at all.”

“Whatever you say.” Carla joked.

“And what's so fun about going on a car ride with a trailer attached to the back? Like what do we do?” Y/n asked.

“Well, we're going to drive to a quiet place first, then we're gonna hang out in the trailer. Have some drinks, eat some food and so on.” Ashley said.

“Hang out in a trailer? All 6 of us?” Y/n questioned.

“Yes.” Carla replied. “I know it sounds boring but it's going to be great!”

“Is drinking in a cramped space with 6 people a good idea?” Y/n asked.

“The trailer’s not that small. Remember, the guys are super rich so they were able to get their hands on quite a big trailer.” Ashley said.

“Y/n, please. It’ll be so worth it.” Carla pleaded.

“I still don't believe you but I guess I'll go then.” Y/n said, reluctantly giving in.

Carla and Ashley whooped cheerily as they jumped onto the bed with Y/n, happy to know that she was tagging along.

“But I'm ignoring Marshall.”

“Ignore Marshall all you want, we're just glad to hear you're coming. Alright, get changed.” Ashley said.

Y/n got changed into a mini black dress where the hemline sat just right on her upper thigh. It was decorated with small ruffles and tied with silky white ribbons in the back. She got changed into a shiny and stunning— yet comfortable pair of black boots. To top it off, she wore her hair in a half-up half-down, bringing her outfit all together.

A while later, Denaun, Proof and Marshall pulled up in front of Y/n’s house in their car. Denaun honked the horn repeatedly, letting the girls know that they were outside. The girls wasted no time rushing outside and opening the car door to let themselves in. Denaun and Proof sat in the front, whilst Marshall sat in the back. A grey medium-sized trailer was attached to the back. Y/n still had her doubts on how spacious it could be.

“Hey ladies.” Denaun greeted. “Are we ready to go?”

“Sure are.” Carla replied as she got in the car, sliding herself next to Marshall.

Ashley followed up after her, filling up the seats in the backseat. Y/n caught a flash of a cocky smirk on Marshall’s face.

“Uh oh. Seats are filled up. You can stay back at home.” Marshall teased.

“Fuck you Marshall.” Y/n retorted. “Can you guys move up please?” She asked her friends.

Without any hesitation, Carla and Ashely moved up as much they could, only leaving a sliver of space for Y/n to sit on. She had a moment of hesitation before she sat down and closed the door. She'd have to admit, she felt awfully uncomfortable. Her body felt sandwiched between the car door and Ashely. The space felt tight, just like her chest as she struggled to take a proper breath.

“Jeez, how tiny is your car?” Carla asked. “I'm suffocating here.”

“Guess there's not enough space for 4 people.” Y/n muttered.

“What do we do?” Ashley asked.

“One of you can sit on my lap.” Marshall suggested with a smug look on his face.

“Wow Marshall. Honestly I'm not surprised, being the guy you are, of course you would suggest-” Y/n started to ramble.

“Chill, Y/n. I don't want you sitting on my lap. I was talking to Ashley and Carla.” He interrupted.

Y/n scoffed and muttered a small “Whatever” under her breath as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a bolt of jealousy to strike in her system. She immediately shook her head of those thoughts, convincing herself that she wasn't jealous.

“I'll pass.” Carla said.

“Same here.” Ashley replied.

“Well, we're gonna have to figure something out.” Proof said. “And you'll have to do it quickly.”

“Well I guess Y/n sitting on my lap doesn't sound like a nightmare.” Marshall mumbled, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“No way.” Y/n replied, feeling disgusted at the thought of even going near him.

Ashley leaned into Y/n's ear and softly whispered. “You're our only chance.”

“I am not sitting on his lap.”

“Y/n please?” Carla pleaded. “We will leave you alone after this.”

Y/n sighed, accepting her defeat and reluctantly giving in. “Fine whatever. But you guys owe me.”

Carla and Ashley immediately thanked her as she got out of the car and went to the other side. Y/n opened the door and gave a disappointed look to Marshall, who looked smugly thrilled.

“Hurry up, princess.” Marshall said with a dumb smirk on his face.

“Don't call me that.” Y/n replied sharply, making her way into his lap.

As Y/n sat on his lap, she felt a strange feeling brewing in her stomach, it only continued to rise when he put his arms around her waist.

“You don't have to do that.” She said, taking his arms off her.

“But you don't have a seat belt.” Marshall replied.

“So you're trying to be my seat belt?”

“Pretty much.”

“I'm fine.”

“Whatever you want.”

Moments later, the car started up and they were all driving off. Conversations emerged from the group as the car drive progressed. Y/n would put her two cents in every now and then, but would spend most her time listening.

During the car ride, Y/n could feel Marshall's eyes boring into the back of her skull. She could feel his eyes wandering all over the back of her head, probably pulling off a smirk.

Suddenly, the car hit a sudden stop, making everyone fall forward. As Y/n tumbled forward, she could see she was about to hit her face on the headrest in front of her. But before that could happen, Marshall wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to prevent any damage. Her back rested against his chest, his arms still around her. Luckily, everyone had their seatbelts on to prevent anything bad.

“Shit. Is everyone okay?” Denaun asked, looking back.

“What was up with the sudden break?” Proof asked.

“Saw a cat run across the street.”

Y/n let go of Marshall's hold and sat up properly, fixing herself up. Marshall leaned forward slightly and whispered in her ear: “Are you okay?” His hot breath tickled against her skin, gliding down her neck.

Y/n felt a strange airy feeling in her chest and stomach as she tried to keep her composure. “I'm fine.” She responded.

For the rest of the car ride, Marshall had his arms around her, holding her close. Y/n felt a sense of comfort and reassurance in his touch, something she would've never expected.

Eventually, the car stopped in the middle of a field, surrounded by a deep woods. Y/n stepped out of the car, feeling relieved. The sky was dark and littered with twinkling stars.

“Yo there's a pizza place nearby here. We should head there. It's walking distance.” Proof said.

“Alright, let's go then.” Carla said.

“I'll stay here.” Y/n said.

“Are you sure?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah, I'm kinda tired. I might just rest in the trailer then.”

“Let me open it for you.” Denaun said. He took his keys out of his pocket and fiddled around looking for the correct key. He finally found the correct one and put the key in the door to unlock it.

Y/n thanked him before stepping in and closing the door behind her. A wave of shock hit her when she saw the inside of the trailer. It was spacious and definitely had the capacity to fit 6 people in. The outside definitely gave it an different impression. There was at the door at the end that led to a cosy looking bedroom. There were two beds on both sides, making the bedroom a bit cramped, but still cosy.

Y/n threw her shoes off and belly flopped onto the bed. Her head hit the soft cushiony pillows that brought her comfort. The thick blanket felt warm against her cold body. She relaxed against the bed, feeling calm and steady. She basked herself in tranquil atmosphere that surrounded her.

The moment was quickly interrupted when the door swung wide open, ruining the peacefulness. When Y/n looked up, she was confused to see Marshall standing at the door, looking at her with the same confused expression.

“What are you doing here?” She mumbled, sitting up.

“I'm tired so I said I'd go rest. They didn't tell me you were in here.”

“Well I'm tired too.”

Marshall sat on the bed across from her and leaned against the wall with his knees up. He sighed and rested his arms on his knees whilst he dropped his head down.

“Whats up with you?” Y/n asked.

“Nothing. Just tired is all. Working on the next album.”

“Already? Didn't you come out with one recently?”

“Yeah I know-”

“If I were you, I would try to appreciate the moment, instead of working my ass non-stop.”

“Don't tell me what to do.”

Y/n chuckled and shook her head. “You know I'm right, asshole.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Marshall lifted his head and decided to speak up. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“Well, because you're annoying.”

“Yeah right.”

“What?”

“You like me, don't you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You like me. Romantically.”

Y/n scoffed, feeling a spike of annoyance in her blood. “Listen, Marshall. Just because you're famous now and you have a bunch of groupies jumping on you, doesn't mean that every girl that looks at you likes you. Especially me.”

She got off the bed and made her way to the door, only for Marshall to grab her hand, stopping her. Y/n turned to look at him, immediately noticing the realness in his eyes.

“Sit. Please.” He asked, his voice firm.

Something about his serious tone made Y/n give in and sit next to him. His hand let go of hers.

“You know I was just messing around right?” He went back to resting against the wall. “I was just teasing.”

“Right, is that why you stopped me from leaving? To tell me that?”

“Mhm.”

A moment of silence and hesitation hung in the air between them. Y/n looked around, trying to escape the awkwardness surrounding her in the room.

They had a quick second of eye contact, in which Y/n was able to take a proper look at Marshall’s face. His eyes looked drained from any emotion, and looked hollow and empty of any feelings. His lips were lightly pressed into a small frown.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked.

“I'm fine.”

“You seem off.”

“Just stressed.”

“From work?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why don't you take a break?”

“It's not that easy.”

“Maybe you need some to help you take your mind off it.”

“That's what this is for. Proof and Denaun were concerned I was overworking myself.”

“Maybe you are.”

“Maybe I am.”

Another beat of silence quickened in the air, although quick, it was slow enough to let tension build up even more.

“And you?” Marshall asked. “How are you doing?”

Y/n sighed and leaned against the wall next to Marshall. “I'm stressed with work too. My boss is driving me nuts.”

Marshall let out a quiet chuckle. “It can be like that. Maybe you need something to help take your mind off it too.”

“Maybe I do. But nothing ever works.”

“This is.”

“What is?”

“This. Us talking. It's nice to have a moment like this when we're not at each other's throats.”

“That is true. Very true.” Y/n smiled to herself, realising how tranquil the conversation was between them, the complete opposite to their many ones in the past.

“That dress looks nice on you.” Marshall mumbled.

“Sorry?” Y/n had to double check that she heard him correctly.

“The dress looks nice on you.”

“Oh.. thanks.” Y/n replied, still trying to process the moment.

“What, do you not believe me?”

“No, I do. It's just, I never would've expected that from you.”

Marshall let out a small hum in response.

“I know I said I hated it, but I think the blonde hair suits you.” Y/n said.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She kissed her teeth and nodded slowly. “It's uh… cute.”

They both turned their heads to look at each other, making eye contact. This time, they didn't turn away in a second or disrupt the moment. Instead, they let it grow. The tension between them reached a high point, to which it grew thicker and thicker. Like a rope, attached to the both of them, bringing them closer and closer to each other.

As the distance between them shrunk, Y/n glanced at Marshall’s lips. She took notice of how soft and pink they were. And in that moment, the space between them closed, letting their lips touch. She brought her hand to the back of Marshall's neck, bringing him closer to seal the kiss.

Marshall placed his hands on Y/n's hips and moved her closer to him, placing her in his lap. As the kiss continued, with each second, they both realised that this wasn't a useless kiss that was empty of emotion. But rather, fill to the brim with sparks and feelings. They pulled away, intensely looking at each other, unable to take their gaze away.

“Do- do you wanna carry on?” Y/n asked shyly, her voice quiet.

“Yeah. I'd like that. It'll be a while till they come back.” Marshall replied, his voice sounding eager.

Immediately after that response, they pulled in for another kiss. This time, there was desire and passion behind it. Marshall pulled the hem of Y/n's dress, asking permission to take it off. She took it off in an instant, leaving her in her lingerie.

Marshall pulled away to take a look at Y/n, admiring her. His eyes travelled along her body, taking in her curves and perfect figure.

“Gosh, you're beautiful.” He murmured.

She couldn't help but smile as a deep splash of pink reached her face from the flattery of Marshall's compliment. The next few minutes were a blur, clothes came off in quick seconds and were tossed onto the floor.

Marshall kissed along Y/n's neck, murmuring a string of sentences under his breath as he laid her down on the bed. He cupped her breasts and massaged them softly in circles, watching with intent as Y/n squirmed under him.

“I need you Marshall.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marshall inserted himself into her, letting out a guttural groan from the pleasure. He started moving, first slow and steady rolls with soft pressure that soon turned into fast and hard thrusts, each letting a ripple of arousal through Y/n.

His dick moved against her velvety walls in smooth and quick motions. Y/n's airy moans and Marshall's throaty groans mixed with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking. The temperature in the room increased, as their faces became more flushed and sweaty.

With one last thrust, Marshall came inside, letting his hot, thick spurts of white string squirt into Y/n and coat her walls. She let out a loud and pleasant moan as her eyes rolled back to the back of her skull, being overdriven from the delightful feeling. Marshall collapsed on top of her, his weight mode comforting than crushing.

“Wow… I really… needed that.” Y/n whispered, taking breaths in between her words.

“Gosh…yeah.” Marshall replied softly into her ear.

They stayed close to each other for a minute two, basking in the sweet moment between them as they tried to catch their breaths. That, however, was quickly stopped when the muffled voices of the rest of the group were heard outside, coming back with the pizza.

“Shit, they're back.” Marshall said as he got off from Y/n.

She wished he could stay on her for longer but she knew she couldn't risk letting her friends see her like this. The pair scrambled to put their clothes back on and fix themselves up before the group returned. They heard the door to the trailer clock open, Y/n decided to quickly jump over to the bed opposite.

The door to the bedroom swung open, revealing the group holding their pizza boxes.

“Who's hungry? We've got pizza!” Proof exclaimed.

“Everything okay?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah, yeah. We're fine. I just took a nap.” Y/n responded.

“Huh, well we're gonna have pizza outside. Come join us when you're ready.” Carla said.

And with that, the group left the room, closing the door behind them as they went outside, ready to start their pizza feast.

“Well, we should probably go eat then.” Y/n said.

“Y/n. I like you.” Marshall said, his voice barely audible and gentle.

In that moment, Y/n felt a mix of emotions bubbling inside of her. Confusion, shock and surprisingly a sense of happiness and relief too.

“You like me?” Y/n asked, her voice matching the gentle tone in Marshall's voice.

“I have for a while. I didn't know how to approach you with it since you hated me.”

Y/n felt a twist of guilt in her veins as she listened to Marshall. She sat on his bed and looked at him with intent, showing him that she was ready to listen and talk.

“I can't deny that what we just did definitely brought out some chemistry between us.” Y/n said. “I'd be an idiot to ignore it.”

“Are you saying that we should try… us? Like, us being a thing?”

“We should. If that's something we're comfortable and ready for.”

“I am. Are you?”

“I am too.”

“Well then that's settled.”

“And if it doesn't work out, let's just try being friends then.”

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

Y/n placed a tender kiss on Marshall’s forehead before sharing a soft and warm smile with him. “Come on, let's go eat.”

A/N: Finally got this request finished! Hopefully you enjoyed it :))

#eminem #eminem x reader #slim shady #slim shady x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers x reader #8 mile #b rabbit #b rabbit x reader #jimmy smith jr #jimmy smith jr x reader

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