#like sit down and shut up while I stab you in the throat

[mariasont]

Office Sleepover 3 - A.H

a/n: yeehaw this took me way longer than i thought but here she be

i feel like im so ass at writing smut so just bear with me yall

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part one here! part two here!

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which reader gets put on a hit-list and has to stay in the office (kind of based off when penelope got put on a hit-list by the dirty dozen)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, hungover reader, unwanted attention from some rando, awk as fuck reader, fingering, dirty talk, doing the dirty in the office, definitely illegal, definitely probably caught on cameras

wc: 4.2k

Everything hurt--your stomach churned, your head throbbed, and your eyes burned. You squeezed them shut, feeling your body tense against the stiff fabric of the pull-out couch. Fists curled tightly, you gradually let your eyelids part, casting a slow, sweeping glance around the room, trying to piece together what the hell happened.

Pain hammered around the inside of your head. You desperately needed a hefty dose of Advil--ten at least. As though your mind had materialized them, you rolled over to discover a bottle and a glass of water on the nightstand. You assumed you had JJ to thank, though the certainty of that was as fuzzy as your thoughts. Each effort to reconstruct last night's events was a stab to your already excruciating migraine.

You had all your clothes on, that was a plus considering your notorious history with wine and stripping. Stripping. Your hand slapped over your mouth, a floodgate of recollections bursting through--calling Hotch in a wine-induced haze, flashing your tits, asking him to stay.

You were in full-blown panic mode, the sudden urge to throw up clawing at your throat. The bed was empty, save for yourself, but you vividly remember Hotch laying down with you. This only left two possibilities: he left after you fell asleep or it had been a figment of your imagination. You were desperately hoping it was the latter.

But clearly, the universe had its own plan, because there he was, leaning against the door frame, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a paper bag that, by the smell of it, contained greasy food.

With a throat like sandpaper and sweaty palms, you met your boss's gaze. "Hotch," you croaked, pausing to swallow. "Um, good morning--or is it? My sleep schedule's always off after drinking. It feels bright in here, right? It's also kinda hot, is the AC working?"

You impulsively rose from the bed, a decision you instantly regretted as the room seemed to spin around you in protest.

"Sit down," he commanded, a firmness in his voice that brooked no opposition, and you promptly sat your ass back down, watching him with an expectant look.

You attempted to read his face, but it was a blank slate, making you that much more nervous. He must hate you, you figured, because you certainly hated yourself. Your boss had seen your nipples. A wave of heat washed over you, and you clenched your eyes shut, as if that could make this situation disappear.

"Here," he said, handing you the coffee and the bag, then gesturing to the Advil on the counter. "Take that, and I know you might not feel like eating, but it's necessary. The food and coffee will stabilize your blood sugar levels."

"Right, yeah, course," you nod, accepting the items with shaky hands, holding the cup with a grip that's a little too firm. "Listen, sir, I'm really sorry about last night. I promise I don't usually drink that much. I don't even know how I got that drunk, and I know I acted completely inappropriate towards you. If you need to file a complaint, I understand. Again, I'm just so sorry..."

You wanted to cry, but you held it back, knowing it would only make this whole situation worse. You deliberately avoided his eyes, focusing on anything but him while you absentmindedly toyed with the breakfast sandwich in your hands.

After a moment, he releases a soft sigh, the mattress sinking slightly as he settled beside you, his knee gently knocking yours.

"I'm aware this week's been tough on you. It's, uh, clear you weren't thinking straight, and I'm not about to make a formal issue out of a slip-up."

Your head dipped, as you tried to fend off the rising warmth in your face. "I don't think I can ever look you in the eyes again."

"That feels dramatic," he pointed out, a chuckle in his voice that made you glance his way. "Trust me, it's already forgotten."

That was a lie. He may have lacked Reid's eidetic abilities, but there was no possible, imaginative way that he would forget the image of you topless--it was imprinted in his memory. In fact, it had become the sole focus of his thoughts ever since. He silently thanked the gods that it was a Saturday, and he didn't have any pressing work issues.

"Somehow, that's not very comforting," you replied, a suppressed giggle breaking through as you met his gaze. "So, did you, um, end up staying over?"

Your cheeks glowed with a soft pink, hands unconsciously smoothing over your thighs--a nervous habit of yours he had quickly taken notice of. It emerged involuntarily when you faced tough cases, or when your computer took too long to start up, or even when the elevator made an unexpected noise.

"I did," he admitted, "You shouldn't have been alone."

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and you were weirdly frustrated that you couldn't recall being the same bed as him, being able to feel his body against yours. You bet he was warm, and soft, and large against you.

"Thank you."

His phone went off. "Hotchner."

Your eyes followed his movements, noting the firm nods, watching as he stood, his expression hardening, jaw tightening, and hand coming to rest on his chin as he faced away from you.

The phone call was brief, and he quickly turned his attention back to you. "We've got a case."

And it was quite the case--three male victims, all in their forties. Each crime scene was close to Quantico, about twenty minutes, sparing the team any extensive travel. Though, after last night, you don't think you would have minded if they had been halfway across the country.

You were really banking on Hotch's ability to keep things professional, knowing full well that if Morgan caught wind of this, you'd be better off dead.

The team was huddled around the briefing table, absorbing Garcia's detailed rundown of the killings--they were violent to say the least--with heads bashed in and over twenty stab wounds per victim. Whoever was doing this was angry.

Hotch eventually split everyone up into tasks—Spencer and Morgan to the crime scenes, JJ and Emily interviewing the families, and Rossi was tasked with convening with the local police force. So, you know who that left at the office? You, Hotch, and Penelope. What a great group.

You avoided both of them, a pattern that had become all too familiar you had realized. Hunched over your desk, you were engrossed in sending Spencer images of your latest research on the town. True to form, he responded--Can you just fax that over to the police station?--because god forbid, he has to read it from his phone.

So, there you were, barely resisting the urge to slam your head into the fax machine. You wouldn't consider yourself technology impaired, but to say you were on friendly terms would be overstating it.

"Need help?"

"Oh, yes, please—," you began, but your voice trailed off as you noticed one of the guys from forensics hovering just a tad too close for comfort.

"They're always a bit stubborn," he noted, barely giving you space to breathe before his shoulder nudged against yours as he fiddled with the device, "just a slight...there we go."

The machine sprang into action, prompting you to step back and acknowledge his help with a nod. "Oh, thanks."

"Not a problem," he assured, stepping closer in the process, his fingers lightly brushing your thigh as he pointed out the correct button. "You see, it's all about timing," he added, his voice low and unnecessarily close, "these things can be so fussy, right?"

A subtle nod was your only response, hoping he'd take the hint that you weren't in the mood for small talk. The hangover clung stubbornly, and the whiff of his breath was a cruel taunt against the fragile peace you were maintaining over your stomach.

"So, do you find this kind of tech stuff challenging?" he asked, a little too casually. The question hung awkwardly in the air. You sought to put some distance between you, yet he matched your every move, keeping the space closed. "I mean, I'm pretty good with my hands, not just with machines honestly."

Ew.

You mustered a smile, though you were sure it was more of a grimace. The room felt smaller, the walls inching closer. "I usually manage," you responded, the strain evident in your voice.

He leaned closer, if that was possible, it was like the concept of personal space was foreign to him. "Maybe I can show you a few tricks, help you manage a little better?"

His words were light, but his proximity was anything but, almost suffocating.

Just as you were firmly about to tell him to shove it, a sharp voice beat you to it--probably for the best.

"That won't be necessary."

The forensics guy, whose name you still hadn't gotten, straightened, his smile faltering under the weight of Hotch's piercing, don't fuck with me, stare. A look usually saved for unsubs and incompetent officers, but now it singled out this man.

The same look remained on the poor guy as he directed his words to you, "why don't you join me? We need to go over some case details."

It really wasn't a question.

The man backed up instantly, mumbling something under his breath about just trying to help, but Hotch's glare followed him until he was well out of earshot.

Surprisingly, a similar sharpness was aimed at you as soon as he opened his mouth. "I'd appreciate it if you chose to flirt on your own time, not the Bureau's."

His words landed with the sting of an unexpected slap. You blinked, taken aback. "What? I wasn't--,"

But he didn't allow you time to finish. Instead, he pushed a water bottle in your hands, his eyes scrutinizing your face with such an intensity that you wished the floor would swallow you whole. "Drink. You look pale."

"Gee, thanks," you grumbled, under your breath, more to yourself than him, as he wheeled around and headed briskly for the briefing room.

Your steps lagged slightly behind him, your forehead lined with a thoughtful frown. What was that about? The way he acted--the tightness that had formed around his mouth and the harshness in his words, it was so unlike him, well, at least for it to be directed at you.

The rest of the day unfolded just as you thought it would upon waking--like shit. Hotch kept his distance, his exchanges with you brief and to the point. Every time you tried to grab his attention, hoping to clarify things (why you felt the need you weren't sure), he was already looking else, focused on literally anything but you.

It was painfully evident that he was avoiding any personal conversation with you, a realization that bit deeper than anticipated.

The office slowly emptied, the case binding you and Hotch to the briefing room, the only sounds being the faint gentle tapping of your pen and the occasional snap of your hair tie.

It was late when you finally spoke. "Hotch, this says the victim had fibers under his nails that don't match anything from the suspect's home."

Hotch's gaze snapped up to yours. "Are you saying you think the forensics team missed that?"

You met his eyes squarely, cocking your head to the side at the tone of his voice. "I'm not saying anything. I'm just pointing something out."

He bridged the space between you, his jaw set in a firm line. You could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks as the distance dwindled.

"I'm just saying I don't want you jumping to conclusions based on underdeveloped theories."

You met his eyes with a glare, your teeth grinding together in the process. "Underdeveloped? Is that how you see my contributions now?"

The space between you had now vanished, your heart racing, finger almost poking into his chest as you spoke.

Hotch settled back against the wall, arms folded across his chest, giving you a pointed look. "I didn't say that," he replied, his voice level, markedly different from your agitated one. "We just can't afford to investigate every insignificant detail."

"Every insignificant detail?" you scoffed, "these are leads, Hotch."

His shoulders lift in an indifferent shrug that made you want to wrap your hands around his throat, and not in the good way. "Maybe. However, we need to be sure before we pursue it."

Drawing in a controlled breath, you fought to stay calm, but he was making it very hard. The sensation was all too reminiscent of college, contending with the overconfident frat boys just to voice your thoughts. That comparison may have been a tad extreme--Hotch was far from being like those insufferable boys, but he was certainly pushing your limits right now.

"I am sure. Why aren't you listening."

"I am listening," he said, but his voice was distant. "I just... I just don't want to get sidetracked, that's all."

"Sidetracked? By what, exactly?"

"I'm just not sure you're all here right now."

You felt your cheeks warming with a tinge of shame, but you pushed back, fists clenched at your sides. "I'm here, Hotch. I'm focused."

"Because last night—,"

"Last night was a mistake, okay? I got it. I already apologized for that. But I'm not irresponsible, my focus is on this case."

A lengthy pause followed, his expression unreadable. "You're certain about that?"

"Yes, I'm certain," you snapped, moving towards him again. "And for the record, JJ said you were okay with us having a few drinks."

"I was," he admitted. "But I didn't think—,"

You didn't let him finish. "What, that I'd get wasted? That I'd do something stupid? I'm sorry I'm not perfect."

"Well, yeah."

"Screw you, Hotch."

You knew that was a mistake the minute his nostrils flared, his chest now a pressing force against yours.

Then, without warning, his lips crashed into yours. A muffled oomph of surprise left you, your hands hanging motionless at first, only to quickly melt, grasping at his jacket, pulling him into you.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, nor was it kind, but it was magic, exceeding anything you could have imagined, setting every fiber of you on fire. His lips pressed against yours with an intensity that drew out a breathy sigh, arousal tingling through you, and your passion rose to meet his, equally hungry, equally desperate.

Your fantasies had never done him justice--kissing him was intoxicating, and now you could feel yourself getting lost in the sensation, realizing it was everything you never dared to hope for.

Drawing back just enough, his hands drew you closer, pressing against the dip of your back, his breath fusing with yours in a dizzying blend, making the air seem scarce.

Against the soft pressure of his lips, you murmured, "I wasn't flirting."

There's a pause as his eyes locked on yours, searching, questioning. Then, his hand settled at the side of your neck. "You better not have been."

Any witty comeback you had dissipated as his lips crashed against yours again, more urgently this time, his hands tracing every contour of your clothed body with an insatiable curiosity.

His grip tightened around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the briefing table's cold surface with a resounding thud, his palms then cradling your thighs. Documents and files fluttered beneath you, hopefully they weren't too important. His eyes, dark pools of brown, were meticulously scanning your face.

"You," he breathes out, his voice a low rumble laced with something you couldn't quite place, "have consumed my thoughts since the moment I discovered you on my couch." He inches closer, his breath scorching your cheek as his fingers waltzed a pattern up your thighs. "Do you understand that feeling? The intense frustration?"

You were rendered motionless, frozen in place, scared to even twitch and risk this all being a very realistic wet dream. This was Hotch, your boss, the man defined by his lack of outward emotion. To think that you--of all people--could have an effect on him was an overwhelming concept. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as he gently guided your legs apart, positioning himself between them.

"Y-Yeah, I know," you uttered unevenly, your thoughts scattering as your hands tentatively reached for his collar.

"So, you know what it's like, huh?"

Your nod was subtle, a flustered smile briefly lighting up your expressions.

"And?" he prompts, while his fingers explore the shape of your thighs, squeezing gently.

You squirm under his gaze, the intensity of it making your heart race inside your chest.

"And... it's annoying," you confess, puffing out a breath, trying sound annoyed, but the delicate blush dusting your nose gave you away, you were sure.

"Annoying?" Hotch repeats, his hand tenderly angling your face upward, his smile laced with a taunt. "Is that all?"

You rolled your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "It's distracting," your voice was softer now, desire pooling in your belly as you grasp just how compromising of a position you were in.

"Distracting," he tsked, echoing you once again as he nodded solemnly, pulling your hips into his. Your mouth parted in an 'o' of surprise, your gaze lifting to meet his. "Have I been the subject of your thoughts, then?"

Your head dipped in a nod, your fingers brushing against his firm chest, a soft blush coloring your cheeks. "Maybe a little, in a totally platonic boss-employee type of way."

"Oh yeah?"

You caught your lip between your teeth, considering your next words very carefully. "Well, maybe more than a little, and maybe more than just a boss."

"Oh, wow," his breath was a warm hover over your lips, hanging in the space between you. You ached for the tase of him again, rich with dark expresso and spiced cinnamon. It was a lovely combination. "Sounds serious."

You released a hushed giggle, a light note floating between you as your foreheads met. "It's not like I can help it."

"And why is that?"

"Because," you paused, wetting your lips in anticipation, "you're infuriatingly unforgettable, that's why."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would."

He was kissing you again. This time a little softer, unhurried, and the whole reason for your argument faded into nothingness. Although if insubordination led to this sweet consequence, it might just become a habit.

His lips traced a path down your throat, prompting your head to tilt back, baring the expanse of your skin to his exploration. Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him impossibly close. The world seemed distant, the sensation dreamlike, buoyed by the soft lull of a lust-induced haze.

Reason gave way to impulse; your hands lost in the softness of his hair, your back arching to his hands grasping at your ass, your clothed pussy grinding against his erection.

His hands hesitated, hovering as he reached for your top, his eyes holding yours. "Is this okay?"

You nodded, more eagerly than necessary, but that still wasn't good enough for him.

"I need a verbal yes or no."

Desperation clung to you, a needy sigh escaping you as you squirmed into his touch, his hands halting your restless movements. "Yes, please, Hotch."

"You were so eager to call me Aaron last night. Say it again."

"Aaron, please, I need you to touch me," your voice rang out, imbued with such sweetness making his length constrict against the fabric of his slacks.

His fingers deftly navigated to the hem of your shirt, sliding it over your head with a fluid motion. Your bra was next, its clasp yielding effortlessly to his touch, your tits releasing with a gentle bounce, and he fought back a groan as his large hands enveloped them.

"Every bit as perfect as I remembered," he said, his fingers skillfully pulling and twisting at the nubs as you brought you forehead to meet his, a breathy gasp tumbling from your lips at the contact.

You arched your back into his heads as he let out a soft chuckle, loving the way your body reacting to him. Your eyes held a glazed-over look, lips parted ever so slightly, and you looked up at him expectantly in way that could surely kill him. 

His hands moved slowly down your sides before brushing the sensitive skin under your waist band. You swallowed a gasp, moving your hips into his again, rolling yourself against his stiff erection.

His palms pressed against your hips. "Slow down. Let me take my time with you, yeah?"

You were at his discretion; he could ask you to jump into oncoming traffic right now and you'd probably say yes.

A nod was all you could manage as you fought the urge to move, every muscle tensed, waiting for him to make the first move, but god was it hard. You couldn't really believe this was happening, until the solid press of his thumb against your clit brought the moment into sharp focus. 

"Aaron, god," you gasped, your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. Your teeth found your bottom lip harshly, trying not to show him just how easily you could come apart right now.

"Is that good, honey?"

Honey. You could practically feel the arousal dripping your thighs as you nodded eagerly.

The pad of his thumb glided between your folds, gathering the slickness to continue his assault against your swollen clit. You buried your face deeper into his suit jacket, attempting to stifle the embarrassing sounds that you couldn't seem to contain. 

A whine of protest filled the space between you as his hand slipped away from your pants. His eyes bore into you as he gathered the strands at the back of your neck, guiding your gaze to yours. 

"None of that. Let me hear you gorgeous."

"Aaron, please, I need your fingers inside me, please."

You were painfully aware of how ridiculous you sounded, knew that if anyone else was in the office right now, you'd be so screwed, fired probably, but as his fingers dipped into your cunt those concerns dissolved quickly.

"Since you asked so nicely."

He was torturing you--his pace aggravatingly slow, working in and out of you as you tried to fight the overwhelming desire to slam your legs shut. It was so much, yet not enough. You ground yourself against his hands as his other hand clamped around your back, keeping you from falling back.

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers."

His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, his chest rising and falling in a way that only seemed to spur you on, doing exactly as he ordered. His words felt foreign in your ears, before today you could never imagine him talking like this, so vulgarly. 

"Aaron, I-I need—," you paused, your eyes falling to his pants, more specifically the hardened cock inside them.

"Yeah? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, fuck, please," you gasped as his fingers hit that one spot just right. Your head lolled back as you clutched at his collar, his arm behind you keeping you in place.

"Watch your mouth," he said, and for some reason that was enough to send you right over that never ending ledge, your stomach coiling, heat spreading under your skin, every part of you ached.

"Oh—, Aaron, I-I'm—," you were a blubbering mess, rocking without mercy against his fingers, his thumb brushing against your nub in a way that made you feel like you had met your maker.

"That's it, baby, go ahead."

That was enough for you, your walls clenching around his fingers, back arching into him and you swore for a minute you could see stars. He helped you ride out your high.

You were wholeheartedly convinced; this was heaven. You had died and gone to heaven and the first one to greet you was Hotch, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your bare skin in an attempt to bring you back down to Earth. 

Just as you were about to reach for his pants, determined to feel him inside of you, his phone went off. Of fucking course. He shot you an apologetic look, the sound a wake-up call, pulling you both from the lust-fueled moment. 

He moved back with a couple steps, offering nods and muted words to whoever was calling at 12 am. You were suddenly extremely aware of your appearance--topless and on the briefing table for crying out loud. 

You attempted to stand, your legs betraying you with a wobble that had him instantly clasping your arm firmly, his attention flickering from the phone to the tremors in your stance. You gave him a small in return as if to say I'm fine.

You reached across the table, grabbing your shirt from its discarded state, not bothering with the bra as you dressed quickly. He cleared his throat, causing you to turn, just in time to see his phone disappear into his pocket.

"That was the Stafford police chief, there was another murder," he explained.

"Oh, right, okay, um..." you started, your brain racing into overdrive as you instinctively moved towards the door. "I just need to..."

Your movement was too quick, a dizzying spin that resulted in you tumbling into Hotch's solid frame. His reflexes were immediate, hands clasping onto you once again, preventing you from landing straight into him.

"Whoa, hey, are you okay?" he asked, brows knitting in a frown, "take a second."

"Yeah, um, yeah, I'm good," you managed to get out, even as heat suffused your face. "Just need to get changed, uh, can't imagine either of us want to the team to find me like this."

"Right."

He was still frowning, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss away the harsh lines of his forehead, but you were sure he wouldn't appreciate the gesture. 

You made a beeline for your office, the door's thud barely registering over pulsating rush in your ears. God, you were so screwed.

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[star-suh]

Hardcore

Bang Chan x Male Reader

cw: idol au, dom top chan, pwp, facesitting, deepthroat, hair pulling, marking, spanking, slapping, choking, degradation, fisting, gaping hole, bit of dumbification, jackhammering, mating press, breeding, cum swallowing, hate sex, ripping clothes, cockwarming.

an: 😬 this man makes me go feral sometimes

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yn was laying in the couch, his head hanging over one side of it. gurgling sounds could be heard in the living room, chan was there fucking the other's mouth “fuck at least that throat of yours can do wonders with my cock. you really know how to milk one hmm?” he slapped yn's cheeks and resumed his pace, forcing the other to deepthroat him. “maybe this is the only way to make you shut the fuck up for once”.

chan an yn were idols, each one from a different group, and they just began to hate each other for an unknown reason. every time they passed each other in the backstage of the music shows or year-end awards shows they looked at each other with anger plastered in their eyes, those glares were like hundreds of daggers stabbing at each other. until finally one day the tension exploded, their companies contacted them to do a collaboration (as a way to put an end to the rumors that the two hate each other's guts) and that's how we ended up here right now, chan banging the other's mouth, pulling his hair to thrust hard and deep.

with some final thrust chan came inside yn's throat clogging it with his thick cum, the other trying to swallow it but ended up spitting some of it “fucking asshole i almost choke–” not wanting to hear his annoying voice chan sat on top of yn, riding his face. chan gets up so that yn can breathe a little and sits on him again, repeating the action a few more times.

yn was stunned, there was so much happening that he doesn't realize when chan rips his shorts and underwear leaving his ass bare, “what the fuck you son of a bitch those were my favorite shorts”, “ask me how many fucks do i give” the other responded.

without warning chan impaled his thick fuckmeat on the tight hole, drawing a guttural moan out of him “you… asshole” tears rolled down his face while he punches chan in his chest “you're breaking me in.. hngh.. half.. you. bastard”..

chan positioned yn in a doggy style with the excuse of not wanting to see his face “this way i won't feel so disgusted” he mentioned. yn didn't pay attention to him since the only thing he focused on was how good chan's cock felt inside him. chan began to spank yn, enjoying the recoil caused by that and how it was slowly taking on a reddish color.

looking for a way to be able to thrust much rougher chan put his hands on the sides of yn's neck and began to choke him, also using it to push yn back so his cock goes deeper. yn's eyes were rolled back, spit coming out of his mouth, sex was clouding his mind and all he wanted now was to cum and get it over with quickly.

the room was now a mess, it reeked of sex and sweat, chan and yn have been fucking for hours. in the mating press position and he squeezed so hard that chan had no choice but to release his load inside the other. “why the fuck do you came inside.. it's disgusting coming from you” yn slapped chan but he didn't seem to like it, so he decided to do some payback, "fine, you son of a bitch, if that's what you want, then i'm going to get all my semen out of you. just don't complain later” suddenly, yn found himself in the jackhammering position. chan was being much rougher than he had been before, his cock never failing to hit that sweet spot. when he emptied his second load inside of yn chan said in a mocking voice “ow.. i'm so sorry yn i came inside you again”, “you did it on purpose you fu-aughng!!” yn cried feeling a sudden stretch, then he realizes chan was fisting him. his fist going in and out smeared with his semen "what do you think now yn? should i continue until there is not a single drop of cum inside?", yn could feel chan's fist making its way into his insides, how the knuckles scratched his prostate deliciously, he could feel every vein in chan's muscular arm "you're going to pay… for this.. augh.." he cried.

after finishing his fisting session, chan stopped to appreciate yn's destroyed hole, how agape it was and how it was clenching into nothing "it's cute how he tries to wink at me" chan joked, “i don't think you're going to be able to walk these days”.

chan folded yn and resume the fucking, but this time the thrusts were sloppier yn could feel that chan was already reaching his peak and that was when he took advantage and started scratching chan's back leaving long red and burning marks as part of his revenge, in addition to biting and twisting his nipples and punching his firm delicious pecs, "let's see how you'll cover those marks, imbecil” yn laughed with the last strength he had...

the next day yn woke up feeling sore down there and feeling a heavy weight on top of him, then chan wakes up too, realizing that they both fell asleep on top of each other with the top's cock still inside yn's ass "get off of me" yn pushes chan and when he tried to sit up he couldn't due to the pain he was feeling "hahaha deserved" chan laughs. suddenly he feels a slap on his back that hurt his wounds making him scream in pain "goddamn it… it hurts a lot”. “deserved" yn murmurs, struggling to stand up to go to the shower.

[konigsblog]

yandere task force könig, ghost and soap headcannons x gn!reader

disclaimer; i don't support or want to promote yandere actions irl. this is all fiction.l

warnings; yandere content, guilt tripping, manipulative behaviour, smut (a lot of it), stockholm syndrome, mentions of punching/slapping, ect.

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simon "ghost" riley

sfw

ghost would be a guilt tripper. he would grip your wrists, shoulders and waist leaving bruises all across your body. sobbing into your shoulder, yelling about how horrible and cruel you are for wanting to be alone, away from him.

he would never be the type to hit you, but guilt tripping you into feeling guilty, coercing you into crawling into his arms and sitting in his lap.

on the first few nights, you would be in his basement. you had a mattress on the floor, a thin duvet, and a pillow that felt like rocks. you'd have to stay down here for a couple of months before he trusted you enough. during the days you aren't cooperative, he would tie your wrists and ankles together. your mouth would be gagged if you still didn't shut up about how unfair he's being, or that you'll never love him, that you hate him.

every day he would sit on your hard, uncomfortable mattress and talk about whatever he wants. if you refused to speak to him you would still have to listen, regardless how uninterested you are in whatever he's saying.

he would hand feed you all food and all drinks. fearing that you'd stab him, or even worse stab yourself. and again, if you refused to eat anything he would stay with you until you eat. even if it was hours later, forcing the cold meat into your mouth.

the first days you came upstairs, he was extremely possessive and protective. watching over you nearly every second only giving you privacy when going to the toilet. he would bathe you, wash your tangled hair, massage your shoulders and back, and dry you off before he would tuck you into bed. while one of your hands would be handcuffed to his.

but don't think that it'll be easy to escape now that your upstairs. all windows are locked so much that they might as well have been bolted shut. the entry are has multiple cameras and sensory detectors that prevent you going anywhere near the front door. and with the amount of locks on that door, you have zero chance in escaping.

nsfw

ghost would be rough with you, his nails digging into your fleshy hips as he rutted into you. sometimes he would wrap his arm around your neck, knocking the wind out of you every thrust.

loves watching you ride his thighs.

his favourite position is whatever as long as you're both making eye contact. he also likes to fuck you infront of a mirror. forcing you to look at yourself being fucked by a monster. grabbing your face and forcing your head forwards.

he also adores blowjobs, he loves the sound of you gagging and always pushes you to go further each time, causing your throat to become raw from force.

simon is gentle with you, he's slow and soft but increases pace. he kisses your shoulder, your collarbone and your cheeks. his hands in your hair, pulling slightly and playing with it.

he would keep a bottle of water next to you aswell as a energy drink, this man can go on for multiple rounds due to his insane stamina and he doesn't want to fuck a limp body.

john "soap"mactavish

sfw

to say that soap is clingy is a understatement. he couldn't bare to leave you in a cold basement. he would spend every second of his day with you. he doesn't ask for your obedience but demands it with a knife pressed on your thigh and his head buried in your neck, leaving hickeys along your skin.

he would kiss your tears away. what do you mean you hate him? he loves you why can't you see that. don't be so cruel, go sit on his lap and let him play with your hair!

if you ever tried to escape he would be heartbroken. tears flooding his face as he grips so hard he draws blood. yelling and screaming at you. how could you? you want to leave him? maybe if you push him to the limits he would slap you or break you nose. the guilt would set in after he saw your eyes well up with tears and the blood stained on his knuckles, the same familar liquid dripping from your face.

during those days where you were being particularly bratty, he would burn parts of your hair and skin. watching you wince and sob as the flame reaches your scalp.

but just because he's aggressive and obsessive doesn't mean he's not a sweetheart. singing softly to you (he sounds like shit, just don't tell him that) when you couldn't sleep (didn't help), and rubbing your thighs and back.

nsfw

johnny wouldn't be soft nor rough, he would gradually get faster and faster. he has a huge kink for wax play and ropes. seeing you all tied up and wincing as he places the wax on your nipple. mumbling dirty words to you making you more and more wet.

he's very vocal in bed, his weight would be crushing you as he had you bent over. you couldn't tell him that though, you were a babbling mess by the end of it.

loves watching his cum cover you, especially your face (or tits if you have them) seeing you on your knees infront of him makes him whimper.

huge fan of you riding him, this doesn't mean you're dominant every time you ride him. he would be thrusting up and into you.

könig

sfw

this gentle giant would be so loving,. coming home covered head to toe in blood, demanding that you cuddle him. don't be scared! könig would never ever hurt you.

you would be in the basement with a wooden chair, wooden bed and a thin duvet and pillow. he had planned this basements layout before you came. each day he'd come down with food, holding the fork uo to your mouth whilst cupping your cheek. if you were a brat, he would tie your wrists so you couldn't bat his hands away.

after a week if being in the basement, he would let you up for 1-3 hours per day, you chose what time of day you went up. you preferred night because thats when he is most relaxed and not as likely to scare you.

but little did you know that this was part of his plan to get you attached to him. you craved him and wanted him with you every minute just like he did with you. when you saw him get up to leave, you would beg and plea for him to stay just for a little longer. how could he say no to that little face? some days he stayed the entire day and night, cuddling up against you on the already small bed was a bit difficult regarding his size. so you laid on top of his chest as his arms draped around your waist sometimes reaching to give you a playful slap of your ass.

just because you started to also become more clingy didn't mean that you were always clingy. some days you would cry just seeing him because of how stressed you felt. your tears bringing you a horrible headache and some days you cried so hard you vomitted and became ill.

these random days of wanting him with you 24/7 and others wanting to be left alone were so confusing for könig. when he came downstairs to see you crying with your head in your hard and crawled up into a ball begging him to go away, but how could he? how could he leave is darling downstairs so upset.

he would hold you, you never got to be left alone when you were sad. he couldn't bare to see you so incredibly sad, sometimes it made his heartbreak thinking that it was him. you were crying so hard you threw up because you didn't want him with you? what was wrong with him? you don't want him?

he held your hair up on the days your threw up, cooing at his baby. he would craddle you like a baby in his arms. no matter how big you are you would still look tiny in comparison to the giant.

nsfw

könig is soft and fast, he makes sure not to push you too hard but still he would increase how deep and rough he went everyday.

könig is a massive fan of cock warming you. seeing you whimper and begging him to thrust into you.

because of his huge size you can probably imagine how big he is down there too. 7.8inches soft and 9.3inches hard, with a vein on his left side, and it curvs upwards.

when hes hard his tip goes a reddish pink.

the first time you had sex, you didn't believe it would fit. it barely does, but you can still make it fit. sometimes könig worries that hes splitting you apart, he always asks for reassurance that hes doing good and makes sure that you're not in too much pain.

but könig would never have sex with you if you didn't let him stretch you, it would literally break him to see you go through that much pain without it.

definitely gives the best head, addicted to your taste

he has you sit in his face, and you know when people do that thing where they dont fully sit? yeah, thats not happening because his grip on you is too hard to break free from. he pulls you down and traps you with his strong arms. by the end of it you'd not even be able to make up a single word. just mumbling and whimpering. your moans are what he lives for.

he wants you to suck him off but gets worried that you'll hurt your throat to much or gag too much on his dicks, so instead you gives kitten likes and suck as much as you can whilst jerking him off and whispering in his ear. your breath against his ear makes him nearly cum on the spot, and he literally does when you bite his ear lobe.

much like ghost, he can go for multiple rounds, 3-4. when he realizes that you're too tired and weak to continue he uses your hand or thighs to finish himself off.

his aftercare would be you and him in the bath, its hard for both of you to fit (he has a big bathtub though) but you still manage. he cuddles you to his chest telling you how good you are, and how his baby is so precious. he lets you play with his hair as he rubs your back. afterwards, he dries you off, brushed your teeth and hair before he tucks you into bed and joins shortly after. still both naked.

when you wake up the next morning he goes bright red seeing you in your naked glory, as well as himself.

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more gf ethan

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Enjoy!

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After binging all the Stab movies, you found a new kink to add to your list. Some would say it’s a little dark and twisted, but you didn’t care. Ethan was willing to play and that’s all that mattered.

‘’What am I gonna do with you?’’ Ethan asked, his pretty face covered with a Ghostface mask as he sat over your hips with the blunt side of his knife right under your chin.  

You feigned fear and innocence with your eyes as you looked back at him. ‘’Are you going to kill me, Mr. Ghostface?’’ 

The knife pressed harder on your skin, forcing you to tilt your chin up as he shook his head slowly. ‘’You’re too pretty to end up gutted like a fish.’’ 

Ethan slid his other hand up the surface of your stomach, following the path to your breasts. You were visibly not wearing a bra, the peak of your nipples showing through the material and making Ethan grunt under his mask. Unable to resist, he rubbed his thumb over a nipple and pinched it. 

He pulled down the neckline, his palm closing around one bare breast. ‘’Mmh, that’s a nice pair of tits you have there.’’ You arched into his rough caress, a surprised yelp slipping when he slapped it. Ethan watched as it bounced, a red mark appearing on your skin. ‘’I bet they’ll look pretty when they bounce as I pound into your tight little pussy.’’ 

You whimpered at the words, your core aching at the anticipation of him stretching you, filling you all the way up. 

‘’You want that?’’ he asked, rocking his lower body against you, making you feel his erection in his pants. ‘’You want my big cock to destroy your little pussy?’’ 

A wicked grin curled on your lips with a matching gleam in your eyes. ‘’Yes.’’ You wanted his naked body rubbing against yours. You wanted him inside you…with the costume on. ‘’Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.’’ 

Ethan’s cock swelled at your request and he dropped his knife, snapping out of character. It was difficult for him to stay in his act when all he wanted to do was to drop his pants and let you use him, but he agreed to play. 

He took a deep breath and returned into character. ‘’Let’s play a game first.’’ Ethan picked his knife back and spinned with agility. ‘’I’m gonna ask a trivia question and if you answer right, I’ll give you what you want. If not…I’m gonna grab a fistful of your hair and force my cock down your throat like you're my little bitch and have you choke on it.’’

In all honesty, you didn’t mind any of those situations. You’ll take his cock whichever way he gave it to you. 

You moaned softly and nodded. 

Under his shy and dorky appearance, Ethan had a mouth for dirty talking. He didn’t look like he’d be this way, but it’s always the quiet ones, right? He could have you a needy whimpering mess and nearly coming from him just using his words on you. 

‘’First question. What does the demon that possesses the little girl in The Exorcist tells the priest when he tries to exorcise her?’’

They do quite a bit of talking in the movie, but if Ethan picked this question, you figured there must be one particular line he wanted you to say. You raked your brain, then it hit you. Ethan always quotes that part when you watch it together and it cracks the both of you up. 

‘’Your mother sucks cocks in hell!’’

 Ethan slowly lifted his hand to run the tip of his knife across your cheek. ‘’Now, now, that's not a way to talk about my dead mother…’’ 

You quickly corrected yourself. ‘’No! I’m not saying— Reagan! That's what she tells the priest!’’ 

Ethan brought a finger to your lips, shutting you up. ‘’I know.’’ He wanted to kiss you, but resisted and dragged his knife down your chest, running it down your cami and tearing it in half, exposing the rest of your upper half to him. ‘’Do I have to do it with these too?’’ He tapped his knife over your panties. 

Feeling the cool metal through the lace, your breathing started to speed up and you pressed your thighs together, turned on by the act.

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 11

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AN: Once again sorry this took a while! I'm about to graduate college (which I'm not happy about) and I've been packing and moving stuff home. Also guess who finished Iron Flame? ME! (Yes I know that i'm so late to the game. Graduation remember) but hey y'all drop your Xaden Riorson requests ;)

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: mentions of injuries and infertility, smut, violence.

Word Count: 7,238

The next 24 hours I was bedridden, not by my wishes, but my Madja’s and well, Cassian’s. For most of those hours I was asleep, in Cassian’s arms of course. Getting him to do anything but hold me was a miracle. Not that I was complaining, but when it came to matters of him needing to eat and such I was very adamant that he do so. 

Neither of us spoke much, both of us just wanting the peace of each other's company. When I would wake up I would tilt my head up from Cassian’s chest to see if he was awake or asleep. According to him I was a sleep magnet. 

He would ask me if I was cold or hungry, but mostly he asked how I was feeling, which thankfully was better. My body still aches from the bruises left on me. But since the bloodbane was now out of my system the scars from both of my stab wounds were healing nicely. 

I was lying on Cassian’s chest, enjoying his heartbeat when a timid knock sounded on the door. I lifted my aching body to turn and find my brother poking his head through the door, just like he used to when he would ask me if I wanted to sneak out for a midnight flight to the candy shop. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, shutting the door behind him softly, like the sound would be too much for me to stand. 

“Much better, still sore and a little tired from the blood loss but at least I’m not near freezing now,” I smiled at him, Cassian rubbed my shoulder as if I needed that small ounce of warmth the friction provided. 

“That’s good,” Rhys said, putting his hands behind his back. “If you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to talk to you.”  

“Yes I just woke up so I’m feeling rested,” I say moving to sit up on the bed, my joints protesting. 

Cassian’s hands found their place under my arms to help lift me into position and then fluffed all my pillows so I would sit comfortably. When the Illyrian made no effort to get out of bed and leave the room, Rhys cleared his throat, getting his attention. 

“Yes?” Cassian cocked an eyebrow, clearly oblivious to what Rhys wanted. 

“Can I have a word with my sister alone?” Rhys asked. 

Cassian just rolled his eyes dramatically and moved to get out of bed. Before he left, he leaned over me and placed a kiss on my lips, one I greedily took as there was once a time I thought I would never taste him again. It wasn’t until my mate sauntered out and closed the door that Rhys spoke again. 

“That’s going to take some getting used to,” he laughed sitting at the side of my bed. 

“What is?” I ask, shifting in my seat to get more comfortable. 

“My little sister making out with my best friend,” he explained, nodding towards the door. 

“We did not make out,” I scoff, slapping him in the arm. 

“Any kind of kissing I see from the two of you might as well be fucking,” he laughed again, shying away from my hand. “Now enough of that, I wanted to apologize.” 

“Apologize? For what?” I furrow my brows, wondering what my saint of a brother could possibly have to apologize for. 

“For being a bad brother, for not being there for you after we escaped, for even suggesting you marry Eris,” he sighed, casting his head down like he couldn’t stand to look at me. “After we got back from under the mountain I started thinking about how I did everything wrong. How if father was still High Lord that never would’ve happened. That’s why I went looking through his things, and that’s how I found the contract. I thought that if I was more like him, I could keep us all safe. I could keep us from having to endure Hybern’s wrath like we did Amarantha’s. I spent too much time thinking about my own mate and my own trauma that I didn’t even stop to consider yours, and I’m so sorry.” 

“Rhys,” I breathe, feeling my heart break as I reach for his hand. “You aren’t a bad brother, you’re far from it. You’re the best big brother I could’ve ever asked for. I never gave you the option to be there for me after we got back, and I never made an effort to be there for you. We both messed up,” 

“Why didn’t you tell me about Eris? You know I would’ve stopped the whole thing right then and there if I knew he had hurt you like that.” He asks, gripping my hand tighter, his brows furrowing as he searches my weary face for an answer. 

“Because you sacrificed so much for me, Rhys. You sold yourself into slavery to keep me from the exact same fate. It’s a debt I never thought I’d be given the opportunity to repay.” I take a deep breath, letting the weight of my own words hit me. “You saved me, I owed you Rhys. I would’ve done anything to help you. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out, that we won’t have those armies anymore.” 

Rhys’ violet eyes glisten with tears as he takes in every word I say. There’s an overwhelming  guilt that fills the room. One that ebbs and flows from both of us. For the first time in 49 years I felt like I was truly seeing my brother again for the first time and what a lovely sight it was. 

“Don’t you dare apologize y/n,” Rhys says, scooting closer to me. “If you were still his wife and living in the Autumn Court, I would have burned the whole place down, given what I know now. Gods I nearly lost my mind when Azriel showed up here with you, and when Madja said you may never wake up? It was worse grief than when mother and father died. Because it would’ve been my fault. You would’ve died before I ever got the chance to make things right again and I don’t think I could’ve lived with myself.”  

“But we don’t have to worry about that anymore,”  I cry, holding both of his hands. “I’m here now.” 

“And you’re not going anywhere,” he assures me. “I can’t be High Lord of this court without my little sister.” 

My words get caught in my throat at his words and I decide to hell with them. I throw my arms around his neck for the first time in a long time. He plucks me from the bed, pulling me closer, like I might slip out of his grasp and be lost forever. Both of us blubber like babies, but I can’t help but smile as I’m engulfed in the scent of sea salt and citrus again. I had missed him so much. 

I hear the snapping of leather wings and then suddenly the light around me goes dark. I open my eyes to see Rhys' wings wrapping around me, cocooning me, just like he used to do when we were little kids. I can’t help but laugh and wipe away a tear as I take them in. 

“We haven’t done this since-” 

“Since father yelled at you for trying to sneak out to go on a date with the blacksmith's son,” Rhys said finishing my sentence. 

“That’s right!” I gasp remembering the young man with shaggy brown hair. “What was his name again?” 

“Arne, and he nearly soiled himself when father and I showed up to his doorstep and told him to stay away from you.” he chuckled. 

“I didn’t know you went too!” I gawk, eyes going wide. 

“Well of course I did, he didn’t deserve your affections,” Rhys smirked.

“All this time I blamed father but you were in on it! I hate you!” I laugh, slapping his chest. “He was handsome.” 

“Don’t let Cassian know that,”  Rhys teased and I couldn’t help but laugh at the image of Arne standing next to Cassian. Soil himself he certainly would in the presence of The Lord of Bloodshed. 

“I promise you I’m fine. Madja said it would be good for me to start walking around more!” I protest at Cassian’s vice grip trying to keep me in bed. 

It had been two days since the conversion with my brother, one that had gone into the late hours of the night as we reminisced about the old days. The only reason the conversation ended was because Cassian barged in claiming he was tired and refused to sleep anywhere but with his mate. Rhys happily obliged him and promised he would eat lunch with me the following day, which he did. 

Now I was feeling much better, as my stab wounds were scarred but healed. My body still ached from the bruises all over me, both left there from Eris' hands when he took me by force, and from being dragged through the palace. But I was in desperate need of a bath, and a change of clothes. So I wasn’t taking Cassian’s pleas that I stay in bed another day.   

“Fine but let me help you at least,” he grumbles rounding the bed so he can take my  hands and help me stand. My legs shake under the weight of my own body but hold strong. The long sleeve shirt of Cassian’s covering my wobbling knees.  

“See I’m fine,” I laugh taking slow steps to the bathroom where the house has already prepared me a steaming hot bath. The smell of Jasmine bath salts wafts through the air further solidifying that I’m home, in Velaris, and everything is okay. 

I lift Cassian’s shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor and for the first time since I’ve been home I finally get a good look at myself. Except I’m not sure the person looking back at me in the mirror is me. Angry hand shaped bruises mar my hips and my forearms from where Eris gripped me. The hand print around my neck finally started to fade but it was still there. My knees and elbows were bruised from being dragged over stone floors and the scar on my side had finally healed to a faint pink. 

“Gods what did he do to you?” Cassian breathed from the doorway, breaking me out of my trance. I turn to meet his worried gaze as his eyes look up and down my body at the evidence of what Eris did. 

“You don’t want to know Cass,” I say, turning back to see myself in the mirror again. Cassian’s frame comes to stand beside me as he places a kiss on my bare shoulder. 

“If you ever need to talk about it I’ll be here. You don’t have to hide it from me just because you don’t think I want to hear.” he says, staring at me through the mirror. 

I turn in his arms to run a hand down his chest, “Can I ask you a favor? One you can absolutely say no to and I won’t be upset?” I ask him timidly. 

“You could ask me for the moon on a string and I would fly up there and get it for you my love. Anything you want and it’s yours,” he smiles, brushing his knuckles against my face. 

“Will you teach me how to fight?  I’ve been thinking about what happened with Eris, and how helpless I felt. How I knew that all I could do was lie down and take it. I don’t have powers like Rhys, or even wings like you and Azriel to take me away.  I don’t ever want to feel that way again, I never want to feel helpless.” I admit staring at his bare chest, unable to meet his gaze.

His hand finds my chin and lifts it to meet his eyes, in them, so much love. Pain for what I’ve gone through, but pride for how I’ve chosen to handle it. I could feel every emotion down the bond that I thanked the mother for every day. 

“You will never have to feel helpless again y/n. I’ll kill anyone who dares to harm you and I won’t feel a lick of remorse for doing so. But I would be honored to train you,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re going to bring me to my knees in Illyrian fighting leathers,” he laughs. 

I giggle at his comment and smack him on the chest, before waltzing over to the bathtub and getting in. The warm water washing over me practically has me falling apart as I let out an appreciative hum. I close my eyes and lean my head against the edge of the tub already feeling the invisible dirt and grime being lifted off of my skin. It’s like being reborn. 

When I don’t feel another body I open one eye to see Cassian standing next to me arranging towels and clothes for when I get done. I can’t help but smile at the overbearing mother hen he’s been the last couple of days. If I told anyone that The Lord of Bloodshed was fluffing towels and laying out outfits I’m sure none would believe me. 

“Are you going to get in general?” I ask, nodding to the space before me. The bathtub isn’t as big as his, but it’ll do.

“If you’re asking me to get in and just sit with you, yes. But if you’re hoping for anything more the answer is no. You’re not fully healed yet and I don’t want to hurt you,” he says firmly, setting the towels down. 

“But Cass I’m fine-” 

“No you’re not, the wound on your stomach is still healing,” he states and I know he’s right. 

“Fine, get in you Illyrian baby,” I say moving my legs to make room for him. 

He rolls his eyes at my comment but drops his pants. The moment he does I instantly curse myself  for allowing my eyes to ogle him. Then I curse him and his stupid temporary sex ban. It had been well before the wedding since he and I had been intimate that way and I wanted so badly to touch him. To solidify the fact that he was purely mine.  Even as he looked disorientated as hell trying to find a way for his wings to fit in the smaller tub, he was handsome.    

“Here,” I laugh, moving over to sit in his lap so that he can extend his legs and move more. “There now we both fit.” 

“As soon as you're well I’m flying you back to The House of Wind and we’re taking a proper bath,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to my nose. 

“I’ll hold you to that general,” I smile leaning in to kiss him. 

Just like the first time we bathed together he takes the time to gently wash all of me. The way his large hands massage my scalp as he washes my hair has my eyes fluttering shut, as do his soft touches as he washed my body.  The smell of my jasmine and amber soap filling my nose and making me feel like myself again. His hand lingers over the nail shaped scar across my stomach and his eyes zero in there. As if there’s something on the tip of his tongue. 

“There’s something I need to tell you, something that I’ve been avoiding.” he says, not taking his eyes off the scar. “I wanted to wait until you were completely healed but I think you should know now.”

Anxiety starts to build inside of me. I thought that after the wedding he had stopped keeping secrets. Whatever this was, it was big. Big enough for his eyes to start glazing over as they stayed riveted  on my stomach. 

“What is it?” I say quietly when he doesn’t speak up. 

“Madja was able to heal most of you but there were things even her magic couldn’t fix. She says that the wound to your womb was severe, that it hit an area she couldn’t heal. Because of it, you may never be able to have children,” he says solemnly, finally taking his eyes off my scar to look at me. His eyes were full of worry, as tears welled up in them. 

My world stopped as I took in what he said. I knew the reason Eris wounded me was to ensure I wouldn't have his child, but it had never occurred to me that it would prevent me from having any children. Prevent me from having Cassian’s children. 

A wave of grief washes over me for what could’ve been, and then it’s followed by guilt. Cassian had already sacrificed so much for me, for us, for this court. And now I couldn’t give him the one thing the fae prayed and begged the Mother for, a child. I had been a terrible mate all these months. Not knowing about the bond, marrying another male, letting that male put his hands on me. All things I could never atone for. 

What god did Cassian offend to end up cursed with me as his mate?

“There’s still time,” I breathed, eyes cast down to where he held my hands just above the water. 

“Time for what my love?” the general’s eyebrows furrowed at my anomalous response. 

“For you to reject the bond. We haven’t truly accepted it yet and I understand if this isn’t what you want anymore. I know how badly you wanted children and if I can’t-” 

“No,” he answered resolutely, pulling me closer to him pressing his forehead against mine. “This changes nothing. I don’t need children to be happy,  I just need you.”

“Then maybe you can seek out a surrogate and then-” I ramble but he cuts me off again.

“Don’t even finish that sentence. I would rather die than lie with another woman,” he said with a strong tone. “A life with you…That is what I want more than anything. More than children, more than armies.  I have loved you for so long and now you are mine, and I am yours. Anything else is inconsequential.” 

He pauses and leans over the edge of the bathtub grabbing his pants. I can’t help but furrow my brows as he fishes around in one of his pockets until he pulls out something small that I can’t see and holds it tightly in his hand. 

“I made up my mind from the moment you asked me to kiss you all those weeks ago that you would be mine until the end of all days. If you recall, I even told you so.” he starts.

“Now I’m never letting you go”

The words replay in my head as he opens his hand revealing a brass ring. The thing looked so small in his large hand. It was beaten and weathered. No doubt having seen years of life and love. 

“This was my mothers,” he states, holding up the ring. “It’s the only thing I have left of hers, given to me by someone in her village who managed to save it. As you know I’m a bastard, so it’s not a wedding ring. But I remember her wearing it  all the time.” his lips tug up in a small smile as if remembering his mother. 

There is a sadness in his eyes as he stares down at the little ring. But as I see the wheels in his head churning, recalling his mothers face, his eyes lighten and he continues. 

“I always knew that I would give it to my mate, if the cauldron ever blessed me with one. I never once thought I would be mated to the princess. It feels stupid asking you to marry me with this, but I didn’t carry this thing around all these years for nothing.” he chuckles looking into my eyes. “Y/n I love you. I always have. I don’t just want you as my best friend or my partner or even just as my mate. I want you as my wife. I know this ring isn’t befitting of a princess or The Jewel of Prythian, but will you marry me?”  

I can’t help but let out a small laugh and press a kiss to his cheek, “Of course I will Cass, how could you ever think I would say no?”

“I just had to ask,” he chuckles into my lips. 

I look down to see him sliding the circlet of brass around my left ring finger and to my surprise it fits like a glove. As if it was destined to sit there for the rest of its days. 

“We can get you another one, something more befitting of a princess.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the band. 

“No, I don't want another one. I want this one.” I assure him laying my front down on his chest. 

“Whatever makes you happy  my love,” he hums, running a hand through my wet hair. 

We lay in the newly engaged bliss for a long time. Until the bathwater runs cold and our fingers and toes wrinkle. But it isn’t long enough, we could’ve spent hours more in that bath and it still wouldn’t be enough. No amount of time ever would be. 

The next day I woke up to Cassian’s side of the bed cold. No doubt he had finally started training again, something I’m sure Azriel had been pestering him about. Ever since I had gotten back he hadn’t left my side once, and that included training. I joked with him that he was going to lose his rippling abs but he always laughed it off and said I was more important. I wasn’t upset that he had gone to training, if anything it made me feel lighter. It made me feel like things were going back to normal. 

I was sitting in the library reading when he finally waltzed in, covered in sweat with his hair tied at the nape of his neck. The sight had me wondering when his little sex ban would end.

“How was training?” I ask setting down the book I was reading and stand to greet him. 

“Az kicked my ass, apparently a couple days out officially puts me out of practice,” he smiles, bending down to kiss me.

“You’re stinky,” I laughed, twisting my face at him. 

“You like it and you know it,” he teases, grabbing me by the waist to plant another kiss on my lips. 

I cursed at the feral part of me that liked seeing him sweaty and dirty, “Yeah, yeah, yeah so maybe I like it,” I smiled, pulling him down by the nape of the neck for another kiss. 

His hands pulled my waist so I was closer to him and my arms naturally looped around his neck. I was consumed by the feeling of him. His strong arms around me, his lips all over mine, his scent at its purest form. It was enough to drive me absolutely mad. I pulled him in closer with a groan as I parted my mouth for him.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted, breaking the kiss. “You’re not healed yet.”

“Ugh Cass!” I bemoan throwing my head back in a mini tantrum. 

“You’re still a little sore, I can see it when you walk,” he laughs, kissing my temple. “Just a few more days my love.” 

“If you don’t want me anymore you can just say it,” I tease, turning my head to the side so that I’m staring at the wall. 

His hand finds my chin and turns it so I’m facing him again. I make sure to don my most irritated face, one that makes his lips turn up in a smirk. I wish I could kiss it right off his face.

“Oh believe me baby I want you plenty,” he smirks. “In a perfect world I would fuck you over the arm of that couch until the only word that you know how to say is my name.” 

My breath hitches and my toes curl at the image of him taking me that way. I knew he meant every word. Words I would hold him to once I was finished. I wanted him in every way  possible. The kitchen floor, the bathroom counter, the dining room table. Anywhere he would take me. 

As if he can scent my arousal he leans in to place a sweet kiss upon my lips. But when I close my eyes I fall into dead air. I open my eyes to see him staring off into the distance,  a concerned look on his face. 

“What? What is it?” I ask knowing that something is going wrong. 

“Eris is here,” he says assuredly and I realize that my brother had been contacting him via daemati. 

Cassian drops his hands from my waist and walks towards the doorway, picking up the swords he discarded against the wall. A male with a clear goal in sight.

“Wait, I want to come too!” I shout at him, following him down the hall.

He stops in his tracks turning to meet my gaze, “Absolutely not, I don’t want him anywhere near you.” he fusses strapping his swords and daggers in tightly. 

“Cass please I’m not afraid of him. This obviously concerns me, I want to be there,” I plead with him. 

Cassian’s jaw twinges and he looks out the window to my right, as if he is contemplating what he wants to do. Things that might happen, things that could go wrong. I see his eyes dart around slightly as if he’s watching all possible outcomes.

“Fine,” he states, though I can tell it’s not truly what he wants. “But you have to know that if he even comes close to you I will fucking kill him y/n. I will slit his fucking throat right then and there. Can you live with that?” he asks me in earnest. 

“Yes,” I nod. 

In reality my answer is no. The last thing I need is for a war between Night and Autumn just because Cassian killed their heir. I hated the male just as much as Cassian did, maybe even more, but I wouldn’t allow this to happen, which might be the real reason I wanted to attend. 

The flight to the house in The Court of Nightmares was short. One Cassian had clearly flown a thousand times. Growing up I was never allowed to go there, my father claiming it was too dangerous for me. One night curiosity got the best of me and I asked Rhys to take me and he declined. It was at that moment I lost all desire to set foot in the city. 

As Cassian and I stepped foot into my family's house there I couldn’t help but shudder. No wonder I had never been allowed here. It was all wrong, nothing like Velaris. Suddenly all the stories other courts whispered about the Night Court added up. 

When we arrived at the throne room we entered through the back. Standing by Rhysand who was sitting atop the throne he had been born to inherit. Eris is standing before him just a few yards away.  Both of them clearly lost in a heated discussion.  

We stood aside Rhys, Cassian’s arm wrapping protectively around me as his other hand hovered over the hilt of his sword. Eris’ eyes flickered over to me, then to Cassain and then back to Rhys.

“You hold no claim over my sister, not after what you’ve done. You’re lucky I haven’t melted your mind where you stand,”  Rhysand’s voice boomed.

It was the first thing I heard when I walked in, and it made a chill run down my spine. I had never heard my brother this way. I knew Rhys often put on a front for other courts but I had  never seen it. As if he was too afraid to show it to me.

“She’s my fucking wife. You can’t keep my wife from me Rhysand; it goes against the laws of every court in Prythian.” Eris growls back. “Come on pet it’s time to return home.” he says, holding a hand out to me.  Had he forgotten the events that led me here in the first place?

I step closer into Cassain’s frame, my hand curling into one of the straps on his fighting leathers. As if he can sense my fear, his body tenses and he pulls me tighter to him.

“Take one more fucking step towards her Eris and I will spill your guts on this floor,” Cassian growls and even I’m scared of the tone he uses. Unlike the Autumn Court, Cassian has the upper hand here, and I’m deeply terrified he will use it.  While he may be The Lord of Bloodshed, Eris is the son of a High Lord.

“She is my wife, and I hold full authority over her,” Eris seethes, the fire in his eyes returning. 

“You hold no claim over me,” I said. “You never did. By the laws of your court our marriage is null and void. Now I belong to my mate, who loves me.” 

“You once told me you loved me,” Eris says smugly. 

My mind races back to our wedding night. I swore I would never let him hear the words pass my lips. But the pain, it was too much. He told me he would stop if I would just say those three little words, and in a moment of desperation I caved to his wishes. My body too worse for wear to take much more.

Cassian’s body twinges next to me clearly taken back by Eris’ words.

“That’s because you beat me into submission until I did. That’s not love. I gave Cassian my love freely, before he ever touched me. Before I knew he was my mate.” I say firmly, my gaze unyielding at the Autumn Court heir. 

Eris simply rolled his eyes, “To hell with the laws of my court, I had it written today that impure females can still wed noblemen. I want The Jewel and I shall have her,” he smirks looking me up and down. 

Before I can even retort, Rhysand speaks up, “and I had it written the moment she was found that in my court, mates can’t be separated without consent,” my brother says smoothly. “Sister, would you like to go with Eris?” he asked me.  

“No I would not,” I say firmly. “You wouldn’t benefit much from me anyways. The healers say I may never bear children now.” 

“What a shame, now you’re just spoiled fucking goods,” Eris lips twist in a self satisfied sneer. “At least one good thing came out of that nail to your womb. You won’t be making any bastard children.” 

Before I can even start to bring him down to earth Cassian is launching himself at Eris. A frenzy of swords, flame and raw power from Cassian’s siphons barrel around the room. I can’t help but gawk and run to my brother's side as Cassian unleashes his fury upon Eris. Most of Eris’ moves are on the defense, as Cassian never lets him have a moment to strike.

“Rhys stop this!” I say clutching my brother's arm. 

Rhys simply smirks, crossing an ankle over his knee clearly amused, “No I’m actually enjoying this,” he smirks leaning into the arm of the throne as the sounds of metal on metal ring through the room. 

I look up to see Cassian hovering over Eris, a sword held to his throat as Eris uses every ounce of power he has to keep the general from piercing his throat.

“Did I get under your skin, dog?” Eris taunts, trying to catch Cassian off guard enough that he can get the upper hand. “Did I tell you how she screamed as I took her?” he grins. 

Cassian falters just long enough for Eris to get out from underneath him. Eris’ hands are ablaze as he tries to burn through Cassain’s leathers, but the general has him on his back before he gets the chance. His hazel eyes ravenous as he lifts a sword to cleave Eris’ head. I realize that this is truly the Lord of Bloodshed standing before me, and now I know why he had been given the title.

“Rhys!” I cry out hoping he can end the carnage. 

“Fine, fine,” he assures me standing from his seat. “ENOUGH!” the High Lord bellows, his power pulling the fighting males apart. “My word is final. Eris, go home while I’ll still allow it.” Rhys finishes sitting back in his chair with a swagger I wish I could recreate for myself. 

Cassain comes running over to me, not a scratch on him as Eris limps out the doors behind him.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I fuss surveying the burn marks in his leathers from Eris’ hands. Thankfully none of them burnt all the way through. 

“I’m fine baby,” he beams down at me, trying to mask the anger he feels for letting Eris walk out of here alive. 

“By the mother can the both of you get a room?” Rhys chastised, standing from the throne. 

“You’re going to have to get used to it brother,” Cassian laughs, wrapping his arms around me.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rhys dismisses us. “Go home, both of you, before I lose my lunch,” he jokes, stepping down from the dais, moving towards the door Cassian and I entered through. 

Cassian and I enter his room, this time at the House of Wind. Both of us had decided that Rhys needed to learn to take the new dynamic in doses. The Illyrian rid himself of his leathers, his body practically vibrating with anger, desire, sadness? I couldn’t quite tell.

“Cass, are you okay?” I ask laying a hand on his now bare shoulder. My voice is small and timid worrying what I might awaken in him. 

“Yes my love I’m fine,” he says, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my open palm. “Just left over adrenaline inside of me, that’s all.”

My thoughts wander to the sight of him nearly taking Eris’ life. In the moment I was scared he would get hurt, but looking back now? I hated to admit how it made my heart race and my thighs clench. I had never needed him more than I did now. 

“I can think of a few ways to dispel that adrenaline,” I smirk, leaning in to kiss him but he stops me.

“No stop, I won’t hurt you y/n,” he groans, pushing me away. 

I felt something in me snap, something breaking. “Cassian please,” I beg and his eyes meet mine. “Please, I'm begging you to touch me. I am whole, I am well. I just want my mate. I can’t bear it any longer.” I plead with him, tears welling in my eyes.

He moves swiftly, his frame towering over me as he comusnes my mouth as if he’s consuming my soul. I feel the need in him sink into my very skin as he takes me in his arms. I nearly whimper at the way he kisses me so thoroughly. 

“If I hurt you, tell me right away. Okay?” he says between kisses, his hands roaming up and down my sides. 

I can only nod my head in agreement before his lips are on mine again. Every  touch of his hands on my body is so all consuming, yet never enough. The male could be melded to my skin and it still wouldn’t be enough. 

I feel my thighs hit the back of a rogue desk and suddenly I’m being hauled up until my bum sits on the cold surface. My hands wander up and down Cassian’s chest, committing every muscle to memory once more. His own hands wander around my back until I hear a deafening rip ricochet off the walls. My dress being torn in half and discarded on the floor. 

“Cassian,” I breathed as the cold air hit the bare skin of my breasts. 

I  was happy to see that his little sex ban had affected him as much as it did me. His hands and mouth were feral on me, no doubt from the adrenaline. His hand tugged my head back by my hair giving himself full access to my neck. The open mouthed kisses he left all over me drove me wild. But I didn’t stop the general on his mission to worship every part of me. 

His lips wandered over every ghost of a bruise Eris had left on me.

“You are loved, you are safe, you are mine,” he whispered before consuming my mouth once more.

My hands flew to the leathers of his pants, ripping them open seamlessly. His cock sprung free, hard and ready for me. But once again he stopped me.

“I mean it princess. You feel pain at any time and we’re done.” he says pressing his forehead to mine. 

“Shut up and fuck me general,” I grit bucking my core towards him. 

“Is that an order princess?” He teased, kissing my temple. 

“Yes it is,” I groan. “If you don’t I’ll throw you in the dungeons.” I tease running my hands down his chest. 

“Well then, as my princess commands.” He smirks, sinking himself into me. 

If he didn’t have me seated on his desk my knees would’ve buckled. The feeling of him inside me was so overwhelming, so amazing. I found myself crying out in pleasure from the fullness.

“Good girl,” he smiles before thrusting in once more. 

My eyes already see stars as he sets a steady pace. One not nearly as hard as he did at the ball, clearly not wanting to hurt me. Nonetheless, the pace he set felt amazing. 

“Oh Cass,” I moaned,  my nails raking across his back. 

“Did I tell you how I missed this?” he groaned, thrusting into me deeper. “How badly I missed being inside you?” 

His words had me going limp in his arms. My mouth leaving sweet kisses on his neck to encourage him to keep fucking me. I run my hands all over his body, wanting to feel all of him. This man, this glorious, brave and strong man was my mate. For the first time since realizing it, it had begun to truly sink in. This was our first time together now that both of us knew, and I could practically feel the bond between us screaming to be consummated. 

“Mine,” I breathed into his ear as he hit me particularly deep. “My mate.”

His hand came back to cup the base of my neck so that I was craning up to meet his stare. The fanning of his breath on my cheek as he fucked me languidly. 

“All yours baby, forever.” he smirked, leaning down to kiss me. 

Large hands cupped my bottom and I felt myself being carried towards the bed. He set me down in a way that made it so he never had to pull out of me, and I was thankful for the gesture. I didn’t want to be separated from him for a single moment. 

He resumed his relaxed place, one that had me feeling every inch of him. There would be time for fucking in the future, but for now I just wanted him to make love to me, and by the cauldron did he.

I felt my legs start to shake and tremble as he continuously hit the part of me that always had me falling apart. My hands threaded through his hair as I heard his moans and grunts in my ear, only making my stomach flutter even more. The damn inside of me getting ready to burst. 

“Cass I’m going to,” I shudder, raking my hands down his back, an action that spurs him on. 

“I’m close too y/n, just hold on for me,” he grunts fucking into me harder.

In my efforts to hold off on my release in order to wait for him I feel myself clench around his length, his hips stuttering as he tries to keep his pace.

“Oh shit baby you keep doing that I’m gonna-” 

“Cass please,” I cry, nearly arching my back so I can feel more of his skin on mine.

“Fuck, cum with me,” Cassian groans.

The ragged deepness of his voice has me seeing stars as my own release washes over me. He continues rutting into me as he buries his head in my neck, breathing in my scent. Both of us are panting as I run my hands through his hair some more, calming us both down. 

“My beautiful, smart, amazing, sexy mate,” he says, kissing my neck with each phrase.

He rolls over so he doesn’t crush me under his weight, and his arms pull me up to rest on his chest like always. The skin under my cheek is covered in a thin sheen of sweat as I hear his heartbeat beginning to calm down. I can’t stop myself from propping my chin up on his chest and placing sweet kisses all over him. From his abs to his chest, to his shoulders, and his neck.

“If this is us now how bad are we going to be after we accept the bond?” Cassian chuckles, pushing my hair out of my face so that he can see me. 

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to wait any longer to accept it,” I say, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. “Not after today, with Eris. Who knows what kind of crazy strings he would pull to take me back and have me be his lap pet. If we’re officially mated Rhys’ laws will hold true.”

“Trust me, Eris would sooner have his head on a pike than have his hands on you again,” Cassian laughs lightly. 

“I’d rather not have it come to that. If you were on the other end of Beron’s wrath for killing his heir we couldn’t do this as often,” I smirk, placing a kiss on his neck. 

“You have me there princess,” Cassian laughs, pulling my bare body impossibly closer to his. 

“By the end of the week?” I ask boldly.

“What?” he says, caught off guard. 

“I want to be mated by the end of the week, I want to call you my husband,” I smile, bringing my left hand with the engagement ring up to cup his face. “Unless you think it’s too soon?” I ask worried I might be pushing him too far.

“Too soon? I’ve been wanting to make you my wife for over 50 years y/n. I’d marry you right now if you wanted me to,” he rambles and I can’t help but giggle. 

“While I love the sound of that I would like a dress, and maybe a ring for you as well.” I say brushing a hair out of his face. 

“I suppose I’ve waited this long,” he laughs, pulling me over so I’m lying directly on top of his chest. “By the end of the week it is.” he beams, sealing the promise with a kiss.

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[maraudersmyloves]

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pairing: Mattheo riddle x Reader, Enzo x reader

Warnings: My bad English, unedited, Panic attack, unrequited feelings

synopsis: the reader is freaking out Enzo is helping

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Word count: 629

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Your eyes have started burning from trying not to let the tears fall from your eyes and you can hear your heart pumping in your ears. It doesn't matter that Mattheo was kissing another girl. You desperately try to slow your rapid breathing. It has to stop. You look around the empty hall. Someone could come anytime. This has to stop. But it isn't and you don't know why.

Dread washes over you like a wave, crushing you and making you scramble to sit down and lean your weight against the wall. The cold concrete is startling against your burning skin.

Your mouth feels tacky and dry, making you panic even more. Did someone poison you?? You only realize you've started crying when you scrub your face to come to your senses and feel the wetness on your cheeks. You take a rapid breath in.

Suddenly your chest starts stinging as if someone stabbed you. You clutch at it feeling your heart beat. You are overly aware of your rings on your sweaty fingers.

You quickly slide them off, but one is just not doing what it's supposed to fucking do. Why the fuck is it not coming off. You let out a silent scream. Shake your hand in a panic and try again.

When the ring finally pops off, it doesn't give you the hoped satisfaction. You clench and unclench your fingers while releasing a sob that hurts your chest. You lay your head on your knees, finally giving in to your crying. You've liked Mattheo for two years and while you knew he was fucking some girl every night you never had to see it since he never kisses them in public not wanting to make the girls think the sex means more than it does. Maybe that girl is different. Yay.

Suddenly you hear someone repeatedly call your name. You look up to see Enzo.

You don't want him to see you like this, your face sticky with tears and snot, so you put your Head back down. "Hey, look at me." You let out another sob at the sweetness and pity lacing his voice. "It's okay. I've got you. I've got you. Just breathe. Breathe with me."

You try to focus on your breathing. It's hard and you keep hiccuping and the urge to just start crying again isn't really helping. "Perfect, love. You're doing great. In and out. In and out. I've got you." You listen to his breathing. Your heart is slowing down and your skin is cooling down. You raise your head again to look at Enzo. Perfect Enzo. Still slowly breathing and helping you calm down completely.

After another minute of silent breathing you speak up, "Do you have a tissue?" He chuckles and pulls some tissues out of his Pocket. You blow your nose and relief fills you at how freely you can breathe.

"Thank you," you say smiling and you both know you're thanking him for more than the Tissue.

"Always happy to help."

He stares at you for a second before continuing "You wanna stay here or... go to your dorm?"

You chuckle a bit when you realize how you must look right now. Messy Hair, bloodshot Eyes, and red nose. "Oh god, I look awful don't I?" It's not really a question. He answers anyway. "You? Never. You always look gorgeous."

A laugh tumbles out of your throat and you push him slightly. "Oh, shut up."

He smiles and sits down next to you, shoulder to shoulder. After a minute of comfortable silence, you lay your head on his shoulder. He gives you a little kiss on the crown of your head, making you burn hot again. "I was bein serious, by the way. You are gorgeous"

[sturniololoco]

Stressed Out

Sturniolo Little Sisiter (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets.

Warnings: Kinda panic attack & some flufffffff

Summary: You get stressed and take it out on your brothers, but they help you out of it.

SLS's POV

You woke up this morning, already feeling like it was gonna be a bad day; and you were right.

To start off, you woke up late, burned your toast, missed the bus, got your big brother mad at you for missing the bus, and then, to top it all off, you had to suffer the car ride to school in silence sitting next to your grumpy brother.

-

Your school day sucked too. Your friend wasn't there today, so you had to sit by yourself in chemistry, with a mean teacher substituting the class. Then, when she finally let you go to the restroom, you found out that you were on your period, meaning you had to go all the way down to the nurse's office to get a tampon/pad, then walk all the way back to the bathroom to use it. When you got back to class, the sub sent you back down the stairs to the office for taking so long in the bathroom.

-

I suppose the only good part of the day was explaining my whole bathroom situation. He just looked at me in shock after I told him my non-sugar-coated bathroom story.

"Why don't I just call your brothers to come pick you up, sounds like you've already had a pretty hard day," he says, averting my eyes and picking up the phone to call my brothers,

-

just when I thought things were looking up, they went straight down.

Nicked walked into the office. I hopped up out of my chair and practically threw my backpack on my back while he signed me out. Once my brother caught my eye, however, I could tell he was not happy with me.

We walked back to the car in silence, and Nick and I hopped in the backseat. Matt began driving, no one talking, no music. silence.

I leaned my face against the car window, bringing my knees up to my chest. I began to feel the emotion stabbing at my eyes and the back of my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut tight.

-

We pulled into the driveway and I was quick to get out of the car, unlocking the door with my key. Before my brothers even shut their car doors, I was running up to my room and slamming my door shut.

I crumpled in the middle of my floor, finally letting my emotions out. The bottled-up tears were now pouring down my face as I sobbed into my hand, covering my mouth and trying my best to stay quiet.

That wasn't a problem.

My throat was beginning to close with every sharp inhale I took, trying to get myself together.

This has happened before though. Slowly hoisting myself off the floor, I slugged my way over to my bathroom, ripping the drawer open, and pulling out my inhaler. I then re-crumpled onto the bathroom floor and began to get myself together.

Matt's POV

I was upset, to say the least. After hearing about the phone call Nick got from my sister's school on top of what happened this morning! What on earth has gotten into her. She's never been one to make trouble, she's a good kid, always has been.

"God damn it. Okay lets go." I say, grabbing my keys and going to ick up SLS/N.

Nick ran in to sign her out. I sighed and leaned my head against the window. Chris rubbed my arm sensing something was up.

"Chris, I don't know what to do, this isn't like her," I say. He looks at me and gives me a pitty smile.

"Maybe she's having a rough day. we all have those, right?" He replies, still rubbing a comforting hand up and down my arm.

I then see Nick walk out of the building, followed by my sister, so I go back to acting natural.

SLS's POV

Once my breathing has gone back to normal, I stand up, shake out my hands, and wipe the stray tears off my face.

"you're being ridiculous, get yourself together." I tell myself sternly, looking in the mirror.

-

I walk down the stairs and head to the kitchen to get water to soothe my aching throat. I also grab a quick snack and head to the couch.

I can feel three pairs of eyes staring at me as I sit down on the couch and pretend to watch my phone.

Around five minutes later I felt a hand on my knee. Matt is kneeling in front of me, looking at me with worried eyes.

I immediately feel the tears coming back.

"Talk to me baby, what's making you upset?" he says, so soft you would think he whispering.

The tears are present now.

He gets off the floor and sits up next to me, pulling me to him and hugging me, holding the back of my head. I feel Chris and Nick come and sit with me too.

Once I've managed to get my breathing situated, I tell them what's going on. About how stressed I've been lately, and venting about my horrible day. My brothers listen and comfort me as I talk.

"Aw honey," Nick says, moving some hair out of my face. all of my brothers join in on a hug, and I wish I could stay like this forever.

"I'm sorry we got upset with you and you felt like you couldn't talk to us. But I want you to know that we are always here for you, whenever you need us, we'll be there." Matt says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Thaks you guys," I say wiping at the tears in my eyes.

"of course kiddo, we gotcha," Chris says.

Note: Sorry this was a little long! Let me know if yall liked this and want to see more! xoxo

[neiveel3llson]

Alfred: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I believe.

Dick: I lost Damian.

Y/N: How did you LOSE Damian?!

Dick: To be fair, he is very small.

Bruce: Did you have to stab them?

Jason: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

Bruce: What did they say?

Jason: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

Bruce: That’s fair.

Y/N: *screaming while holding something large.*

Dick: *Chasing Y/N, screaming at them to not throw the large object.*

Jason: *Crouching at the car window, begging Damian not to call Bruce.*

Dispatcher: 911, what's your emergancy?

Tim: We locked our baby brother in the car and people are judging us!

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Jason: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Tim: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Y/N: if you want information it is

Dick: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

Jason: What are you talking about Dick? You love it here!

Dick: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.

Damian: You need to be more careful!

Bruce, who was dragged into Damian's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

Damian: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.

Y/N: Those are bones, Damian.

Damian: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

Bruce: Yeah, I find it quite emotional. In like a cool way.

Alfred: Sir, did you just say it makes you cry in a cool way?

Damian: But what about Y/N?

Jason: Don't worry about them.

Jason: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.

Tim: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense.

Y/N: I’ve got plenty of common sense!

Y/N: I just choose to ignore it.

*Playing house with Damian and Jon.*

Jason, at Jon: You're my significant other.

Jon: Yeah I am!

Jason, at Dick: You're my child.

Dick: *Rolls eyes* Yes boss.

Jason, at Tim: You're my bitch.

Tim: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Jason, at Y/N: My bestie.

Y/N: Naturally.

Jason, Damian: HA, GAY!

Damian: Fuck you.

Alfred: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Bruce: You mean you stabbed them?

Alfred: They ran into my knife, sir.

Bruce: Breaking News, Dick has disappointed us.

Tim: Why do you look like that?

Damian, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Tim: Like you’re dead.

Damian: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

Alfred: Young master Damian accidentally called Y/N “babe” in front of everyone today.

Damian: *sobs into the floor*

Alfred: *Turns on the kitchen light*

Y/N: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

Alfred: It’s four in the morning, young master.

Y/N: Turn the light back off.

Bruce: This is a judgement free zone.

*Pulls out a knife the size of their forearm*

Bruce: And I mean it.

Tim: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Y/N: Listen, in the wild wild west there is always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.

Dick: That's because she's a prostitute.

Bruce: Tim, why are you crying?

Tim: This book is so sad!!

Bruce, picking it up: But this is my diary-

Dick: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?

Y/N: Why? It was important.

Dick: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".

Damian, shrugging: The people need to know.

Y/N, to Jason: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Jason: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Y/N: You just told me you're pregnant.

Damian: Congratulations Jason, you're glowing!

Y/N: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

*When Y/N and Jason were young and new.*

Bruce: Where the devil is Alfred?

Y/N: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?

Tim: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

Jason: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.

Y/N: All good bro, any time.

Jason: Fuck you.

Damian, over radio: Testing. Testing. Bruce, can you hear me?

Bruce, standing next to Damian: I’m standing right here.

Damian: You’re coming through good and loud.

Bruce: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.

Alfred: Perhaps, the true treasure was friendship all along. Although, I hope not, because I cannot spend friendship on new suits.

Damian: You wanna fight?! You got one!

Y/N: Okay! *raises fists*

*Bruce runs in, scoops Y/N up in their arms, and runs away carrying them because he just didnt want them to fight. Yet.*

Damian:

Damian: What?

Y/N: Any questions?

Dick: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Y/N: Uh, a plan, duh...

Damian: Dick, chill, I know it’s weird, but Y/N has a point.

Dick:

Dick: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

*Alternatively*

Joker: Any questions?

Y/N: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Joker: Uh, a plan, duh...

Harley: Y/N, chill, I know it’s weird, but Joker has a point.

Y/N:

Y/N: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

Bruce, answering the phone: Hello?

Damian: It’s Damian.

Bruce: What did they do this time?

Damian: No, it’s me, Damian. It’s actually me.

Bruce: What did you do this time?

Dick: Everyone thinks you suck.

Joker: I think you have the wrong number…

Dick: Damian?

Joker: Nope. Joker.

Dick: Well, you probably suck too…

Y/N: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.

Tim: And?

Y/N: And you are.

[eeunoia]

I really like your works!! Yandere Jungwon ex plsss? ❤️❤️❤️

pairings: yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: ex boyfriend jungwon surprised you after being away from each other for over a year.

warnings: yandere themes, violence, knife being mentioned. (let me know if i missed some)

note: this is just a short fic. enjoy!

your eyes felt heavy while trying to punch in the pincode to your apartment. the hallway was quiet since it was already late. the lock emits a familiar sound and you turned the knob, pushing it open.

a yawn escapes your mouth after putting away your shoes. the whole apartment was oddly dark. your boyfriend sunoo usually leaves at least one lights on whenever he sleeps first. your brows furrowed right away, starting to feel anxious.

it may be just nothing. sunoo may have just forgotten that you'll be home late and was too tired to even leave a light for you. or maybe he's out? nah. he always tells you ahead if he's going out but as far as you remember you receive no text from your boyfriend.

“sun?” you softly calls out. the steps you made were light, trying so hard not to make any sound. the surroundings are too quiet.

surely its just normal for a time like this, but something's not right. it felt heavy. the house feels odd. like somebody else was here.

“sunoo?” you once again tried calling your boyfriend. “baby?”

when you finally made it to the living room, your heart almost dropped at the silhouette of a person sitting at the sofa. the person got his back turn against you since they're facing the television, but you can definitely tell it's sunoo.

the way his body was leaning back indicates that he might fell asleep or something. a small smile creeps over your lips, thinking that he fell asleep while waiting for you.

with gentle steps, you strut closer and dropped a kiss at his cheek from behind.

you got stoned at your position.

cold.

sunoo's skin felt so cold.

your heart starts thumping so hard inside your chest. your throat lumped at fear and worry for all the things that instantly played inside your mind.

“s-sunoo?” and carefully you walked around the sofa so you can be in front of him.

and your knees weakened at the sight of your boyfriend showering with his own blood. his white shirt almost turned red because of too much blood. you wanted to scream, but the shock got you dumbfounded. tears pooled your eyes as you kept your stares fixed.

“did you like my surprise?” you jolted and abruptly turned to face the person just by the hallway towards your bedroom.

half of him are hidden through the shadow of the wall. chills run through your spine and your lips hanged open, body plopping down the floor. your knees gave out fully.

in front of you was your ex boyfriend.

no. this is not happening. you already left him and made sure he won't be able to find you again. you did everything you could. went far away from him, changed name and even profession. how..?

the sinister smirk painted over his handsome face sends you back to your own hell hole. terrible memories and past traumas you experienced with him came flushing down unto you like a strong wave from the ocean.

“you really think you can get away from me?” the emotion from his face drained and he tilts his head.

“you should've seen how he tries to act tough when i showed up here hours ago.” his eyes glanced at your boyfriend and your heart tightens over guilt and regret.

“it was satisfying, honestly.” he started walking closer and you tried moving away. tears streaming down your face.

“the way his hot blood splashes the moment i stabbed him multiple times. his cries and plea for me to have mercy.” jungwon scoffs, his eyes dark. “mercy?”

you shake your head and shut your eyes, trying not to imagine the things he's narrating for you. it was horrible and you cannot take it.

“how can i show him mercy when he stole you from me?”

your back hit the wall, leaving you nowhere else to go. a lot of thoughts came into your mind. all the efforts you did just to get away from him, just to start a new life, new beginning... it all went to the drain.

because no matter what you do, no matter where you go, you will never escape from him. yang jungwon will always manage to find you.

he crouched beside you, making your eyes met. it snapped you back to reality.

he smiled softly, his deep dimples showing. he raised his hands and pointed the edge of his knife touching your cheeks. he tilts his head then roam his eyes all over your face.

jungwon can't put to words how happy and excited he is now that he finally see you again. he's been in the dark for the past year because you are nowhere near him. he almost lose it. thank god, he found you.

“aw, my baby must've been so scared while i'm not beside her.” he says, totally delusional.

you kept your mouth shut, deciding not to talk back because you know exactly well how it will end.

tears kept streaming down your face. jungwon's eyes follows it before his other free hand came to wipe it off gently.

“it's okay now, my love. i'm already here to save you.” without warning, he carried you bridal style walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

you felt disgusted and scared being this close to him, but you have no choice. its either to go along with his craziness for a while and think of another escape plan, or be stabbed to death.

“nobody's going to take you away from me again. ever.” and he dropped a hot kiss at your forehead, placing you gently at the bed before he climbs, joining you. his arms wrapped around you as he rests his head over your chest, enjoying the sound of your rapid heart. it was beating so damn fast that anyone could tell that you are terrified, but for jungwon it was beating fast because of happiness that you see him, your lover.

eeunoia 2024 © all rights reserved.

[st4r-bby]

hi!! this is my first req but i was wondering if you could write something about jack champion having feelings for actress!reader who plays as his love interest on scream? like everyone knows he likes her but her and he doesnt know what to do because they are best friends? just lots of fluff

AMAZING IDEA ANON!

movie : none really but they both play in scream 6 together

character / person : jack champion

pairing : !shy-ish jack x !actress reader

contains : fluff, lots of fluff, fluff that rots your teeth, jack being head over heels for the reader, reader being oblivious.

both y/n and jack were actors in the new scream movie, jack played ethan landry and y/n played (whatever name) as his love interest. one of the scenes in the movie is when y/n has to kiss jack. jack tells mason and now they're yelling at each other in jacks trailer.

"but mason!" jack squeaks, "i don't wanna hear it. it's just a peck anyways." mason says, "but it's y/n! i'm her best friend, she's mine, i have a crush on her, she doesn't have one on me! it's going to crush me when we kiss!" jack starts whining. mason rolls his eyes, "come on, it's not that big of a deal." jack clears his throat dramatically, "yes it is! and you do not tell jenna about this or i'll stab you in real life too."

mason gives him a confused look. "i read the whole script." mason rolls his eyes again. "jenna already knows you like y/n, everyone does!" jacks eyes widen and he yells, "WHAT?!" mason covers his ears slightly, "yeah!" jacks jaw drops, he looks flabbergasted. "EVEN Y/N??" mason laughs, "everyone expect y/n. somehow." jack lets out a huff of relief. "good, i don't want y/n to know.." they hear the door to jacks trailer open and shut. "you don't want me to know what?" y/n says, confused while carrying a box of dunkin donuts.

"oh and i brought dunkin." she opens the box showing all kinds of donuts. while jack is sitting there shocked at her timing, mason runs to the box and grabs a chocolate one, praising y/n for it. y/n smiles at mason then looks at jack, waiting for an answer she tilts her head. any other person would've moved on, but jack, jack thinks that was one of the cutest things she's ever done.

"oh.. uhm.. well.. you.." jack rambles, not finding the right words to say. y/n laughs, making his heart skip a beat. she grabs his favorite kind of donut, walks up to him, and shoves some into his mouth to shut him up. "okay, okay pretty boy. i get it, you don't want me to know. just eat the donut." after she calls him that, he feels blood rushing up to his face already. he eats the donut she shoved into his mouth and she smiles. "good boy!" she pats his head.

mason looks at them both and smirks, he grabs two more donuts and leaves the trailer silently. y/n sits down on a chair and messes with things in his trailer. "interesting trailer, j." she spins around. "you know why i'm here right?" he shakes his head, not being able to speak after those names she called him. "we have to rehearse the kiss scene remember? the directors changed it up a little and said it shouldn't be a peck and it should just be a longer kiss." he curses at the directors in his head but just nods.

she gets up and walks up to him, "so it goes a bit like this.." she grabs his hands and puts them on her waist then she takes her own hands and puts them on his cheeks. "and then we kiss for like five seconds." she smiles. jacks heart skips a bit and he thought he stopped breathing for a while but they both pulled in and they kiss.

y/n would consider it amazing, jack considered it being on cloud 9. they pull away after five whole seconds and she smiles at him. "wow jack, i didn't expect that to be as great as that was." somehow jack gained the confidence to speak again, "can we.. do it again?" he gets embarrassed and y/n realizes what's going on. "jack.. if you want to kiss me as y/n and not (characters name) you could've just said so." she smiles and they pull in for another kiss, and many more after that.

okay i admit this was kinda good- BUT THE BEST IDEA CONGRATS ANON

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

[jihyoruri]

WARNINGS: angst

yn hated herself for not being able to get over her ex. when huh yunjin broke up with her out of know where, yn promised herself to not be the girl stuck over her ex, she promised herself to be the girl that moves on and lives her best life.

but here she is.

crying her eyes out, after finding out that her ex has a new girlfriend a non idol one, someone who has nothing to do with the industry, unlike yn who is the leader of the monster rookie girl group new jeans.

it was minji who broke news to her after talking to chaewon. chaewon accidentally letting it slip out that yunjin has a new girlfriend.

it’s only been five weeks.

five weeks.

did she even like me ?

how can someone move on in five weeks ?

unless she moved on a while ago …

a loud sob released yn’s throat, the last thought basically stabbing her in the chest. she feels like she can’t breathe.

how could she do this to me ?

instead of sadness yn was crying out of, she was crying out of envy and anger.

I hate her.

but I still lover.

she hears a knock on her door. it hurts to talk so she doesn’t answer.

“yn unnie.” minji peaks through the crack of the door.

“yea ?” yn’s voice is strained, her throat hurts from crying so much.

“are you okay ?” minji walks towards the bed sitting on the edge.

“I’m sorry minji but I don’t wanna talk right now.” yn speaks out looking at the girl at the edge of her bed. she feels like if talks she’ll start sobbing again.

“I knew you’d say that, I just came in here to give u suggestion of writing a song, write out your feelings, it’s what you do best.” minji explains while sitting up from yn’s bed.

opening the door minji leaves the room with a quiet “love you.” shutting the door shut.

yn sits up from her bed.

maybe I should write …

NEW JEANS YN SHOCKS FANS WITH NEW RELEASE “KILL BILL”

NEW JEANS YN TOPS THE SHARTS WITH NEW SONG KILL BILL.

FANS DEMAND YN TO PUT OUT MORE SONGS.

@yunjinsgf: “whoever broke my girls heart I just wanna have a talk.”

@kittykang: “not yn killing bitchs 😭”

@yunyn: yes I’m a delulu shipper and I hope yunjin and yn come out dating so the person who hurt my girl can suck it both them and their girlfriend can suck it”

@minjiyn: me and yn locked in like this fr we think the same 🤣

yn feels a bit better after writing the song, sometimes letting out your vulnerability is good.

hanni wraps her arms around yn “your song is breaking records unnie.” she presses her cheek against yn’s shoulder. “it’s so good too, I’ve been listening to it all day.”

“thank you ms pham.”

“are you guys ready ? we’re going out to eat” minji says walking towards the door. “yes we are.” hanni responds dragging yn towards the door.

yn laughs watching hyein tease danielle, poking her sides as the girls exit their dorm.

yeah, yn isn’t okay, but she she’ll okay soon , at least she has her members.

“unnie,it looks like yn wants to kill you.” eunchae says to yunjin while laying on the couch.

“I know.” she responds rolling her eyes.

“maya is a cool girl, but why did you break up with yn you guys were perfect.” sakura says sitting beside the girl.

yunjin looks down at her lap. “because I made a mistake and I couldn’t take the guilt of telling her so I broke up with her.” she looks up at the two girls with teary eyes “it was for her own good.”

“you made a mistake ?” skaura questions “yunjin don’t tell me you-.”

“yea.”

“all I’m gonna say is that you should’ve told her, instead of breaking up with her out of know where leaving her blind sided.” sakura says getting up from the couch.

“you messed up, let’s hope you don’t hurt maya next.”

the thing is, she is hurting maya.

secretly.

because she can’t get over you.

and she hates herself for it.

★☆what do y’all think yunjin did ????

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

need your loving tonight

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

summary : Eddie is trying to make amends with you after he acted like an idiot to you but no matter how hard he tries, you wouldn't forgive him for his mistakes

word count : I hope this won't be too long 😭

warnings : 18+ MDNI Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both 20, EVENTUAL SMUT‼️, protected sex (as they should) Jason Carver I know I'm sorry 😖 Eddie being dumb at some points, reader might be too harsh with Eddie here, happy ending? will see 🙃

what to expect : lots of ANGST‼️ in the beginning but fluff in the end, friends to lovers

note to reader : VECNA & UPSIDE DOWN DON'T EXIST HERE! it would be nice to read that Eddie is begging for your forgiveness hehe

author note : I love Queen and this is my ultimate favorite song of all time never get tired of listening to it- if you haven't- MY GOD! SHAME ON YOU! 😤

He struggles not to get mad at you

He struggles not to get frustrated at you

He struggles not to hate on you

What happened?

Did he have done something wrong?

Hell

Hell yes, he did something wrong with you

"I'm so fucking dumb" he mumbles to himself

"What did you say?" Jeff says as he flips the next page of his comic book

The voice of his friend made his snap out of his thoughts while he's looking at you at the other side of the cafeteria

"uh- nothing" he clears his throat, straightens himself up and he averts his eyes away from you

Jeff looks up to his friend with critical eyes as he observes him, slowly putting his comic book down on the table, he turns around and he founds you there

"Ah" he chuckles shaking his head, he finally understands the situation

Eddie catches this and he questions him "Excuse me?"

"Make it up to her, man" Gareth says as he takes a sip from his canned Coke

He swings his head over to his other friend, confusion expression sitting on his face clearly

"Woo her" Dustin added while he's writing on his science notebook

Eddie quickly shuts his eyes as he responds "Was I too obvious for thinking about her too much?"

"Stop moping around and talk to her!" Lucas leans in, his tone is serious making Eddie nodding taking his words carefully

"The more you don't try to fix, the more she'll gets angry at you, been there done that" Mike raising his hands up as he tries to forget the idiot things that he did to Jane

"What the hell- did you to her this time, Munson?"

All of them turn their heads at the other voice, it's standing right there next to Eddie looking at him down with a stern look on his face

The look is not threatening but Eddie can see it that he genuinely cares

Eddie just lifts his head up to see the man standing beside him and he can see the guilty and sadness on his eyes

He sighs "I don't know anymore, dude...." He trails off

"He probably done something asshole to her girl" Jeff fills him up

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes and then turns to a pointed look

"I-I'm sorry, man, it's the truth!" Jeff surrenders

He shook his head as he leans his back against his seat

Eddie's eyes always goes back at you for everytime he tries to rethink and remember those past few weeks before you chose to ignore him

It's been 3 weeks

It almost looks like he doesn't even exist to you

He should've known, a girl like you who got a heart of gold, nicest soul

Could turn into something else that he never expected to happen

You became mean, hateful, rude, impolite to him

The only time he sees you smiling and laughing so sweetly is when you're not close to him

But whenever your eyes falls to him, it changes into anger, it flashes to him so sharply that he can feel your gaze stabbing into him

He knows he deserves it for treating you this way

And my god, both of you have been bestfriends for years and he never thought this day would come

The day he will never ever forget is that you despise him, every bit of him irritates into your core

He can't blame you, you've been together since elementary, he knows how much you give your whole heart to someone you love

And then he just chose to fucking mess things up

"Answer me, Munson"

he puts his food tray on the table, it made Eddie flinch a little, he goes straight back into reality again

"What's going on between you and her?"

Eddie breathes from his nose deeply, he looks down shamefully

"You can still bring her back, you know, it's not too late"

"How can I ever talk to her if she doesn't give me a chance?!" Eddie finally speaks throwing his hands up while stealing a glance at you

You're staring at him coldly

Eddie can't even look at you like that for long giving him that icy glare

The man beside Eddie gave a gesture to Jeff and Gareth to scoot over on the side so he will have a seat next to Eddie

Eddie rubs his face, he's stressing out, his friend can see that

"It's not the right time to give me advices, Harrington"

"Look, dude, I just wanted to help you, if you lose her you're going to regret it, believe me"

Eddie stare at him for a second, he nods along for him to continue

"What did you do that might upset her?" Steve tries to look at his friends eyes

The whole crew looks at him directly, awaiting for his answer

Eddie swallows he knows he's gonna get scolded from his friends and if Wayne knew about this

He's a fucking dead man

"b-before the 3 weeks happened, we h-hang a lot like the usual a-and then I-I think she gives so many hints that s-she liked me and I thought she's j-just expressing her l-love to me as a f-friend and then few days later it feels like she's n-not the same anymore until s-she finally let it all out that she h-has feelings for me"

"and then what happened?" Mike asks

"She told me she w-was fine, she'll be in t-touch with me until I received a letter from her, I'm still confused and I don't know what she meant about it, I reread it like a million times and I think-"

"you think what?" Lucas cuts him off

"She d-doesn't want to be with me a-anymore" Eddie said the last line like he was holding his breath, he breathes out shakily

"Well, that sucked" Gareth saids while Jeff nudges him in the stomach as he gestures to be sympathetic for his friend for a moment

Steve facepalmed for a second as he tries to think of something

"What did you do after she..." Dustin glances at you before he continues "confessed to you?"

"Here's the thing, Henderson" your voice goes behind his back making Eddie tense up at the fury anger coming out from your voice

All of the boys stare at you like they've been caught

"He fucking acted like our friendship together didn't exist and let me guess he told you I was the one who got cold right?"

All of them nod and then they scrunch their faces up making it harder for Eddie

You laugh in disbelief "What y'all boys didn't know right after I confessed at him, he just acted like it was nothing, he just go on day by day like nothing happened, just like that" you shrugged

You lean down close to him, his breath hitches being you this close to him while you're in rage

"He expects me to be like?!? Do the same shit that he did?!? No fucking way" you whisper on his ear and he squeezes his eyes shut

All of the boys are intimidated seeing you like this

They're used to see you being so lovely and fun like Eddie

But now, they get it, why Eddie can't just talk you out of it

"That's why I wrote him a farewell letter to end my misery and his misery because I'm such a good person" you say the last word clutching to your heart sarcastically and smiling

Your forced smile drops, you say one more thing before you leave "Even though he doesn't deserve it" you scoffed at him while you look at him up and down

He pushed his seat back running after you

You ignore him calling out for you until he finally reaches your hand you turn around

You slapped him across his face making the other students gasped and you don't even care if the other students having prying eyes on you and him

"Oh shit!" Dustin exclaimed

The whole gang stand up from their seats, jaws are dropped and shocked as they watch the scene unfolds

There's a bit of regret of what you just did to him but you can't help it, you're just so mad at him for invalidating your feelings and you hate that you got rejected at your most beloved and important person in your whole life

You wished that you didn't confessed at him, if only you knew that this is going to happen

But it already did so.... you'll just hop in onto the fire and burn and live through the chaos of your emotions

"Don't you try to touch me again, we're through" your eyes became glossy but Eddie knew that's how you get angry

You rip his hands off from you as he watches you disappear in the cafeteria

Angry tears coming out from you eyes and he hates that he's the cause of it

He only sees that if you're having problems at your life and now he's the part of it

He hates himself for it, for letting this happen

If only he wasn't so dumb about it, this wouldn't happen

He is making this hard for you, he doesn't even know where to start

He's tearing up, half of his face burning up from the slap that you gave him, it turns to a bright red color from his cheek

All of his friends goes after him, giving him a pat behind his back

Jeff and Gareth both saying in unison "Are you okay?" he just nods weakly and he sniffles

"Now all of you believe me?" He told them referring to the question earlier "just talk to her"

"I believe you, man" Steve sighs and he gives a small smile to his friend

It's been a month ever since you slapped him

Eddie's eyes still longing on for you everytime you brush past by him

He's trying to look into your eyes and tell you that he's sorry

"I think you're too hard on him" Robin says as she offers you a cherry lollipop, you grab it and unwrapped it and you stick it out to your mouth

You watch Eddie with his friends cheering for another successful D&D meeting

Your heart aches at the sight of it, you should've been there if it wasn't for the unfortunate events that happened

Even his friends are in celebration, you can see his eyes and his smile not reaching to his ears, he is not happy because you're not there

"I think you might be right" you remove the lollipop from your mouth

Robin's voice is muffled from the lollipop as she darts her eyes to you and to him "What- wait- how's so?"

"He isn't like the kind of trying to get my attention, he stopped doing that"

Robin smirks "You miss him, don't you?"

You huffed and chuckled "There's no shame in that, and you know it, Robs, yeah I do miss him" you admit unashamedly as you popped the lollipop back in your mouth

She gives you a empathetic smile

"Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he is truly sorry for what he has done"

You stare at her, This is the only time you let your walls down, Robin can see that you're also longing for him

You're just wearing this facade of yours so don't that he can't see how you truly hurt

At least that's what you think

Eddie knows it and you know that he can see right through you

You gave your friend a warm smile "I'll think about it"

"I just wanted for the both of you to be happy, I don't want you guys end up giving each other's cold and hatred remarks when they can be together again" she says as she puts her hands on her pockets

You nod at her, you're now thinking deeply about it

Eddie decided to ignore you or maybe if possible, forget about you

He gets even more scared of the letter you gave him that haunts him til' his day

He'll have to learn to forgive and forget

Which is impossible

He goes out looking strong but whenever he saw you, all of his courage to not acknowledging your existence just quickly fades away

He can't sleep either, he just keeps rolling around his bed all night, he can't stop thinking about you, he doesn't even know how he can get rest enough for the next day

His body aches and he stopped trying to get talk to you, he doesn't want to argue with you anymore, he's exhausted, he knows how will end up

Another slap from his face

He groans and goes back to his previous bed position as he throws a pillow on top of his head

He knows what you need, you need space, but he's trying his best to stay away from you he can't remove himself out of you that easy

He got even more mad when he saw you talking to another guy at school

Eddie can't deny his looks, the guy is good looking, maybe he's one of the popular guys at school judging by the way he dresses

His eyes turn to jealousy, his jaw clenches when you giggled about the guy was saying to you

He furrow his brows, he's the only one who can make you laugh like that, his heart drops of what the future might be

He would rather die seeing you holding hands with another man when he must've been the one with you on his side

He'll eat his heart out on how much he loves you

Eddie walked inside of the men's restroom

"It's a good thing you let her go, man"

Eddie raises his head looking for the familiar voice in the room, he rolled his eyes when he finally see him

It's Jason fucking Carver

Until he freezes, he can't recognize him because of the dim lights but his posture and his mannerisms

It's him, he's the guy that he saw with you

He is now simmering with anger, he knows guys like Jason just get girls and leaving them after they got what they wanted like they're pieces of trash

"Just get the hell away from me, dude" he spits out

He laughs darkly "I'm giving you a piece of advice, freak"

He gives him a daggering stare at him, a warning

"Girls like her, are too much of a work, they think a lot, they're unstable and hell, too fucking sensitive"

He shakes his head at his words and scoffs, he goes by the sink and wash his hands

Jason follows suit and he leans his back as he continues to talk

"You should get yourself a girl who doesn't have anything like her, just by one look she knows what you needed"

The faucet keeps running, he pauses, he knows exactly what he mean by that and that alone just pisses him off

Jason flinches at Eddie's action by holding him up by his collar pining him behind the wall

"I don't want any girl, Jason, I only want her, I am not like you breaking every girl's heart in Hawkins High, you're full of shit!" He punches him causing him to open the men's door

Throwing Jason in the process on the floor, making every student halt their tracks as they watch the scene, Jason can't even give a fist to Eddie

Eddie grabbed Jason again by his collar as he give him 2 blowing hard punches on his face, making him bloody enough to not speak to him ever again

"Next time, Carver, I hope this will mark that you won't fucking talk to my girl that way" he pushes him down, Jason weakly nods and he grunts while he slowly crawls away from him

It's like the universe is helping you to get back together, he turned around to see you standing there

It's the only time he is seeing you not giving him any cold shoulder instead he sees shock, pity, and hopeful?

He blinks and stares at you for a bit, he turned his heels and walked away

You tried to follow him, you sigh of what you just witnessed

"Another suspension again, son?" Wayne asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee as he glances at his nephew, washing the remnants of blood from his fists, it appears to be bruised from the punch

"Yeah, I blew Carver's face off" he plainly said

Wayne almost choked from his coffee, he clears his throat

"Pardon?"

He turn around to face him "I punched him after he talked shit to my girl"

He says it all at once, he realized of what he has done, he slowly looks up from his uncle who is now staring at him with a smug on his face

"Your girl huh?" He places his newspaper down on the coffee table

He sighs in exasperation "Who am I kidding? Why am I jealous, she's not even mine"

Wayne's smug smile falls as he stands up goes over to his nephew, joining him on the couch

"Tell me, what happened, son?"

Wayne already knew to what he has done with you, of course he's upset about it, Wayne likes you so much that he treats you normally like you're a part of his family

You can also feel it whenever you spend your time at their trailer, Even Wayne doesn't say it he's not much of a big talker but it just feels natural, it's home and that added more to your pain

"She saw everything that I made a scene, I turned around and saw her there standing, I thought I'm going to receive the same glares but-" he pauses as he shifts from his seat

He looked at the framed photograph of you and him on the top shelf, both arms hanging around on each other's shoulders, his heart beats fast when he looked at your beautiful smile, he misses seeing that smile of yours

"But?" Wayne says as he puts his hand over his knee

"She doesn't do it anymore, what does it mean? Does that mean she's not a-angry at me anymore?"

Wayne is proud of himself, he taught him well, a true gentleman like he is

Except for the idiot part, that's on him

"I think she's giving you a second chance"

Eddie looked at him, he grows nervous about it

"And by that chance, boy, don't ever waste it" he points at him giving him a pointed look

Eddie nods at his uncle as he throws his head on the sofa

This is it, you're giving him a chance, he is still certain that he wants you, he will do anything to make things go back to normal

The question is.... Do you still want him? or you just wanted reconciliation from him?

Tuesday, The Hideout, Eddie is there

Forest Park Hills, you arrived at 7pm

There's so many memories that you and Eddie created in his home, just by looking at it, makes you wanna sob about it

You knocked on the door and saw Wayne standing in there

His eyes shines in delight, the moment he sees you, he has the same grin that you always loved with Eddie

He hugs you that you gladly accept

"Oh! It's you! how wonderful to see you again"

"I'm very happy to see you too, Wayne"

He pulls back and invites you inside "Come on in"

"Where's-"

"He'll be back-"

"After 11pm, yeah I know" you chuckled slightly

He goes straight into the kitchen and offers you a cup of coffee that you always liked and thank goodness he has a box of butter croissant and that he bought after his salary, a treat for him and his nephew

"Thank you" you say softly

"Why'd you come here? Not that I don't mind you coming in here everytime you want"

You're chewing on the flaky pastry "I-I felt bad for him for what I did to him"

He nods as he listens to you carefully

"He deserves to know the all of the answers that he's been dying to know"

You reach out for your mug shakily, you drink it

You can't hold back the tears anymore, you put down your mug before you can break it

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't apologize, it's okay" Wayne didn't waste time to hold your hand

You calm down for a bit as you exhale slowly

"I think he learned his lesson"

"W-What do you mean?"

"One time, he told me, he had an idea, he will be on his knees, begging for you, for mercy and ask for forgiveness"

You bursted out laughing as he laughs as well with you

"I embarrassed him, enough, Wayne, I slapped him in the cafeteria, last month"

"You- did what?" His hold on you drops as he places over his hips

You winced at of what you just did "Oh shoot, he's been through, already, Wayne, don't tell me you're going to reprimand him about it, I thought you knew"

He chuckles "He will be, if he loses this last chance"

You smile at him shyly, Wayne knew that you and Eddie had a thing for each other, both of you are just afraid, until one of you finally speaks up and turns into heartache

"I always knew, even my boy doesn't go fully into details but I know what's going on"

"Thanks, Wayne"

He never fails to make you laugh, you always feel safe whenever you're with the Munson's, he radiates the same energy like his uncle

"No, Thank you for making my dear boy happy, I don't trust that school aside from you and his friends, he got a lot of hard times on his life and I thought I would never see him this way, the moment you existed, I just know he'll be okay"

You gave him a heartwarming smile, you sniffled

For what Wayne just said, you know everything will work out just fine

While putting away the music equipments

Jeff looking at his friend, he doesn't want to meddle with his plans but he cares for his friend he just wanted to know

"Do you think you can still have her?" He asks

Eddie has this weird gut that's been going on all night, he doesn't know if it's bad or not

"I think so"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, man" he smiles genuinely and just like that his friend knew he'll be alright

"Good for you, man, I'm happy for you" he holds him by the shoulders

"Just don't do anything stupid to her this time" Gareth walks past by them while holding a big speaker

Jeff calls him out for being too hard on the words that he's giving to Eddie, he just laughs as he says "Got that!" he loves that for Gareth for being real and just speaking the truth

He is thankful for having friends like them

Eddie came home, he is in a state of shock to see you in there, laying on the couch, asleep, with his blanket

"I'm off to work, son" Wayne says as he swings his bag over to his shoulder

Before he exits, he says "You want her?"

"Yes"

"You want her back in your life?"

"Yes!"

"Then fight for her, boy" he says, he gives him an encouraging smile, he leaves while closing the door on his way

Eddie puts his beloved guitar down and places it on the side of the room to where it's safe

He crouch down to look at your face, even you're sleeping, you're so mesmerizing to look at, he missed looking at your pretty face

He watches as your chest rise and up and down, his eyes widens when he recognized the shirt that you're wearing

It's a gift that he gave to you last Christmas, his favorite Metallica bandshirt, you're wearing black leggings and a black cardigan

He can't help himself that he reaches out to touch your face and he caresses it

You stir up and your eyes flutter open and it lands on your sweet lover

"Hey"

"Hi" you rise up and sit down as you scoot over to offer him a seat

He goes under the blankets as well

You yawn and Eddie thinks it's the most cutest thing he ever seen

You rub your eyes as you looked around "Wayne?"

"Uh- he left just recently"

"Oh"

You both sat together in comfortable silence

"I'm sorry" you both turned your heads around at the same time, both saying the same thing in unison

Causing the both of you to laugh, he wheezes

After trying to calm down from your laughter

"I miss you, Eddie"

"I missed you too, sweetheart, so much"

You don't want to spoil the moment but you had to "I don't like that you keep leading me on, building up my feelings and just leave me there hanging, after I confessed my true feelings with you and you acted like it was a joke, it hurt me a lot"

"I know and I am so sorry like truly, I am, if only I go back I would've done better but I didn't"

He moves even closer to you and he can't believe that you let him hold your hand

"I regret it everyday, I hate that I was the cause of your pain, I can't sleep at night thinking about you"

You looked into his eyes, holy shit, he is telling you the truth

"I love you" There's no ounce of dishonest, zero hesitation on his voice

You gasp "That's all I ever wanted to hear"

He closed the gap between the two of you, he slammed his lips onto yours

You kissed him back, both heavily breathing, he smiles into the kiss as he swipes his tongue onto you, you sigh in content as you throw your arms around him, holding the back of his head as he deepens the kiss, you moaned

Until your back is laying flat down on the couch as you both continue to make out

It's the kiss that you always wanted and it's everything

He pulled back "Am I forgiven?" He knits his eyebrows together

"You sure are" you smiled back at him as you pull him by the collar, you kiss him passionately

Eddie might cry, the gut that he was feeling earlier was a good sign

You sat on his lap, he puts his arms around your waist, breathing your scent like it adds to his lifespan, you frown at the bruise from his knuckles

He seethed when you rub your thumb over it "I'm sorry" you whispered

"You really meant it, don't you?"

"Was me drawing blood, isn't enough for you?"

You snorted, you move your body to face him, you're now straddling him

"There's one more thing, though"

"Yes, anything for you, darling" he says as he drew circles on your forearm

"You need to prove it to me" you start grinding on him slowly, he hums, as he looks at you from up and down, he took the hint clearly

You yelped when he carries you putting you down on his bed

"Please, go easy on me, I'm fragile" you say coyly

He chortled "Look, honey, I don't want to rush-"

"Are you gonna do it or spend your rest of your life that I am not yours?" You say bitterly rolling your eyes in the process

"Fuck- ah shit! Of course, I don't want that!"

"Then fucking just do it!"

He pulls you down causing you to squeal from his action making him laugh devilishly

It makes your thighs clench, he saw it and he looks up to you "Didn't know I had a effect on you like that"

You're about to slap him again until he grabs it and puts it down

"I don't think so sweetheart, not this time"

It's the first time you got alarmed from his action, it turns you on

He leans down to whisper behind your ear "I'm the boss here"

He removes your leggings with your underwear at the same time, he removes his shirt and his pants

His eyes grow lustfully as he sees your cunt, so wet for him and only just for him

He puts his hands over your knees, to open wide for him, you shiver under his touch

You reach down at the hem of your shirt, he stops you

"Let me do it, sweet thing" he winks at you

His hand goes behind your back to unclip your bra and remove it

"Oh my gosh" he places his hand over his mouth as he looks at you, admiring your naked body

You became bashful on his gaze, you tried to cover yourself

"I'm so lucky, goddamn!" He exaggerates the last line making you giggle

As he reaches on the drawer, he pulls his boxers down, you saw the length, it's big

Your mouth became dry

"Are you still up for this, sweetheart?"

You nod at him

"I only accept verbal answers, baby"

"Yes, Eddie, I'm ready"

"I'm gonna to take care of you, just tell me if it hurts, I'll stop"

"Okay"

He distracts you from kissing you, your forehead crumples up

"Too much?"

"I can take it, hold on"

"Just relax, angel"

The moment he fills you up, you're so fuck drunk in the feeling, you can't even register that he's inside of you

He holds your hip and raises one leg as he thrusts into you slowly

You whimpered and he is so fuck drunk like as you do, your pussy squelches in the most sinful things sound ever

"Stop clenching, I won't last long" he grunts

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you run down your hands on his chest as you copy his thrusts making him groan

"Faster, Eddie, please move"

"I got you"

He places both of your legs around his waist, he holds both of your hands as he fucks you speedily

You wrap your legs around him tightly bringing him deeper, making you moan even harder

He flushes down on you, he nuzzles over your shoulder, you wrap your arms around him, you both moan at the sweet sensation

"Wait- Eddie- d-don't stop!" Your moans turn into high pitched screams

You used your last energy to bring him around so you're place on top of him, he gasps as his face contorts into pleasure

"I-I love you so much, E-Eddie" you moan as you grind him

Eddie watches as your pussy devours his cock gliding down smoothly like it was made just for him making him buckle his hips

You arch your back and your head falls down on the side, as you continue to ride him, cheeks are flushed, your eyes are closed can't hold them longer enough, you're so lost in the feeling

Eddie sits up as he holds you close, both burning bodies with so much ecstacy feeling both of your minds, both panting, a bit sweaty for getting all worked up

You kept saying his name "Oh- Eddie- Eddie- Eddie- ah"

"I- l-love you more, sweetheart, y-you're the best thing that is ever happened t-to me, holy shit, baby" he cusses on how good you feel

Making you clench and he groans, you smile to him lazily

He pulled you even more close causing your moans into scream, you grind him so fast, he holds your hips placing your legs around him, he squeezes your breasts, he plays with your clit, making you moan even louder

You start bouncing on top of him as you remove the pieces of his hair on his face

"My p-pretty boy" you say, biting down the another wave arousal coming in

"M-my pretty g-girl" he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he says as he holds you tight your legs are trembling, you shout his name as you both came undone

You kissed his cheek as you bring your arms around him, he is still holding you, he kisses your shoulder

"That was awesome"

There he is, the boy that you always loved, he is always unserious

You laughed, your laughing body shakes as you hide your face on his neck, you pulled back

Admiring his tattoos, he smiles down at you

Once you calmed down, he peels himself out of you, you winced at it a little, everytime he tries to pulls out slowly and carefully he says sorry, he takes care of you

He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed

He opens his cabinet, he grab a clean boxers and a pair of DIO bandshirt

He settle for his blue striped pajama pants, he stays shirtless

He says he'll be at the kitchen getting a glass of water, he offers you and you said yes

He has that silly smile again, you missed seeing that

None of that matters anymore, the important is that at the end, you're still together

You noticed a familiar polaroid picture on his bedside table, you reach for it and it reveals

It's you and him together celebrating your 20th birthday, you recognized his handwrite on the bottom, it says

"My best girl, ♡"

Your eyes are now brimmed with threatening tears to spill for any moment

"Here you go-" he stops as he sees what you're holding

"You kept it?" Your tears fall into tears of joy

He shows you a warm smile, he hand out the glass of water and you drank it, he kisses your forehead as he places the glass on the beside table

"I always kept everything that remind me of you"

Your heart flutters to what he just said, you hug him tighter making him shocked but he recovers as he realizes your muffled cries on his chest, he felt the tears that goes down

He pulled back to look at you "W-What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna lose you, Eddie, I want you forever in my life, I'm so sorry for acting like that"

"Hey, you have the every right to act that way, you have to right to be angry with me because what I did is absolutely unforgivable"

You hiccuped and he shushes you as he pulls your closer

"You didn't lose me, sweetheart"

You raise your head up to look at him, your ears are open for what he has to answer

"You save me again, I didn't stop loving you and I don't think that I never will"

His swipes the tears using his thumb, you hold him from his wrists as you say "I also don't think I could never love on another person again unless it's you"

It's his turn to cry in front of you "That is the most extraordinary thing that I ever heard"

You smiled at him as you kiss him

Eddie woke up with you laying on his shoulder, on his bed and the brightness outside, making him eyes shut again

Your arms are laying on top of his stomach afraid that he might disappear from you

The scent of the air is your sweet bergamot lavender perfume, your shampoo now lingers on his bedroom sheets, he smiles down at you kissing you on the top of your head

Eddie overheard the front door opens, he heard him removing heavy boots as he anticipates for his uncle to peek on the slightly opened door

Wayne looks over he sees his nephew already staring at him as his eyes falls on you asleep, he slowly opens the door wide making the door creak

Wayne manages to give his nephew a thumbs up causing Eddie to bite back a giggle, he freezes when you start waking up

"Goodmorning, sunshine"

"Morning, Eddie my love"

"I would never get tired hearing you say things like that"

He leans in to give you a kiss but you pulled back, he got confused "What?"

"I just got woke up and I have bad morning breath" your voice is hoarse from the sleep

He tuts "I don't care" he ignores your protest as he kisses you and you melt with it

"Hey kids, do you want me to join for breakfast? My treat?"

Wayne calls out to the both of you and you jumped at his voice, making Eddie laugh while holding on his chest

"Sure, Wayne, we'll be right there!"

You didn't remove the clothes that you wore last night, instead you eye his red checkered flannel that you always loved, you wear it fond smile coming from your lips

He wore his muscle tee black shirt and wore his another pair of sweatpants

"What do you say, sweetheart? Pancakes or Waffles?"

You laugh at the memory, you feel all bubbly inside, you washed your face and dried it with a clean towel

You brush your hair as you put on a cherry lipbalm

You walked towards him "You always end up getting the same thing" as you watch him putting a silver chain on his neck as he sprays his musk cologne on him, the scent that you always liked

"You always loved Pancakes" you placed your arms above his shoulder

"You always loved Waffles" he tilt his head onto the side as he leans down to kiss you again

"I'd say it's a date" he flashes you a cheeky smile

"It's perfect" he opens the door for you as he hugs you from behind

You, Eddie and Wayne ate happily at Benny's

Eddie always gives you a generous piece of his favorite waffle even you don't ask him to do it

The morning feels vibey and a new beginning, you take in the fresh of nice air

You rest your head on his shoulder as he does the same

You're both finally at peace and happiness once again and this time, you both know, nothing will ever comes between the two of you

🎶Ooh, I need your loving, oooh I need your loving, Ooh I need your loving tonight🎶

here's a lil' sequel of this cuties together again <3 "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy"

[residentfromnowhere]

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ModernAu!SanemiShinaguzawaXReader

TW: Language, Angst, Unresolved Issues

Note: Not Proofread

“Love you, babe but sometimes you talk too much”

You pause, smile slowly fading as the words start registering in your head. Continuing he says, “Like at first, I was glad that you finally came out of that phase to where you only spoke a few words but no it’s becoming insufferable!” He says while he and some of his friends laugh more. He glanced at you for a split second before continuing to laugh. Some people in the group glance between the both of you in disbelief while others give him a death stare. All the while you just sit there, silently with your mouth parted.

I’m insufferable? I talk too much? That’s how he’s been thinking of me this whole time?

Your eyes start to water as you run back all the interactions with him and his friends and you can hear your heart slowly breaking. Your throat goes dry with ever second you sit there and listen to him rant about how insufferable and annoying you are. To him, it was just lighthearted jokes but to you, it was the start to you slowly drifting away from and he had no idea.

You and Sanemi have been dating for about two years and you thought that you could finally be yourself with someone and not feel as though you were a burden. Though he could be a total jerk at times, he made you feel safe. Beautiful. Utterly at peace. But after that night at a mutuals get together while on the rooftop sitting on the couch he completely embarrassed you in front of all of your mutual friends, something changed. The person you thought you could rust and thought highly of you actually thought the opposite and the fact he would say such things in the guise of a joke made it worse.

Something in you changed that night while you sat there not saying a word while listening to his mini rant or “jokes”. It was as if the person who you swore to protect and promised after all these years that they finally found their safespace completely stabs them in the heart in front of everyone they knew. You felt betrayed and you also felt like you betrayed yourself by trusting him. He knew how hard you worked to get yourself to open up and genuinely feel whole again so why would he break you that way?

This downward spiral started that night when you both got home. You were radio silent as he continued to talk about how he had an amazing time at the party. He kept looking for you to agree or at least nod but he received nothing. Continuing thinking that maybe you didn’t hear him, he proceeds to ask why you stopped talking. “You know I love your voice, why didn’t you talk?” Didnt you say that I was annoying? That I talked too much? And now you love it?

You pause, not knowing that your face twisted into a mixture of anger and disbelief. You quickly turn around and head to the bedroom, not wanting to cry in front of him. He was a bit tipsy sure but aware enough to know when something was wrong and when he saw your face briefly change, there was no denying that something was up.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He says while following you to the bedroom. Since at this point you completely shut down, he wasn’t getting a peep out of you and this is something you haven’t done in over a year due to thinking he was your safespace. It’s now like you and through a factory reset and can or want to no longer talk.

You are what’s wrong.

You continue to take off your jewelry and then do something you haven’t done since the beginning of the relationship, you take the clothes you picked out for bed and go to the bathroom which snaps Sanemi out of his tipsy state. You used to do this due to the fear of being judged but slowly got comfortable with him to undress in front of him because he always made you feel like your body was the most beautiful thing on this planet. Now though, you wonder if all of that was a lie to shut you up about your body images issues you used to mention to him.

You’re questioning everything up to this point. Every word, every gesture, everything. You slam the door behind you before he could get another word in, leaving him there with a confused. Not leaving the bathroom for the rest of the night while he after a few persistent knocks, gave up and passed out on the bed. He thought that maybe you were just tired and had nothing to say at that moment. But little did he know that the weight of his words will soon be the consequences of his actions.

The next couple of weeks were quiet. Usually, you would happily wake him up in the morning with breakfast in hand and talk about yours and his plans for the day but not once did you do that. Besides the cause “morning” you basically became a ghost. He didn’t notice it at first due to usually spacing out or focusing on other things but around the end of the fourth week, he started noticing.

Your blank stares, short “yes” or “no” answers, the lack of conversations throughout the day and most of all, your voice. The one thing he thought would always be there was your voice. He worked so hard to hear that beautiful voice of yours wether you’re laughing, crying, arguing or just making silly noises and once he got to hear it, it was if he forgot how hard he worked, how much trust he had to earn to hear it. He won’t lie, you would talk his head off at times but never did he ever think you would just stop.

He sat at the kitchen table, wondering what happened or if he did something wrong to make you stop talking. To make you stop everything and then it hit him. Since the party a couple of weeks back, you have completely stopped interacting with him in the ways you used to and that he must have done something stupid in order for you to do so. Suddenly, he hears you unlocking the door to the apartment and he jumps up, shocked that you didn’t call him and that he just now noticed how distant you have been.

I’m a fucking dumbass. How did I just now notice?

Without hesitation, he walks up to you and grabs your shoulders. You look at him in shock, not anticipating what he was going to say next. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He says while watching for a reaction. You stand there and as if your mouth had a mind of its own says “Why? So you can tell everyone how I’m back to being insufferable?” And with that you could see his eyes widen. He scoffed in disbelief. “When did I say-“ before he could finish, you cut him off with a quiet “Forget it” and push by him. He froze in place by the sudden realization of what he said back then. He never meant to hurt you nor make you feel like this but of course he had to say some stupid shit and ruin what little confidence or faith in him you had.

The next hour is a one sided conversation. You silently clearing your things and he pressing you for answers. There were several things that he said that made you want to cry and furthered your desire to leave but the straw that broke the camels back is when he said in a fit of rage over your lack of response says “Actually, I’m glad you finally got the hint and stopped yapping so much. It’s been peaceful since you stopped”.

As soon as it left his mouth, he regretted every single thing he said. Tears started falling down your face and his heart dropped. “Y/N, wait i-“ you grab your bags and push by him, not leaving him any room to say anything else. You feel yourself being tugged backward by your bag. You don’t know what possessed you to do so but when you felt your hand connect with his face and the sound of it echoing across the apartment you once shared with him, but whatever did made you realized that the decision of leaving was the best one. You took one last look before uttering “we are done” and leaving, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t stick around long enough to see him trying to rush out and stop you because by then, you were in your car and long gone. Maybe it was for the best so why are you balling your eyes out, wishing you would have stayed?

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 3

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. The story is a non idol BTS fanfic with Suga being the main character. As promised slowly we are going into the chapters where Yoongi will be taking the main lead. If you want to join the tag list let me know!

After you had your hot bath and a glass of wine that turned into a whole bottle, tiredness of the whole event took over making you pass out on the couch. The fact was you also couldn’t bring yourself to go into the bedroom and fall asleep next to Hobi. You had yet to make sense of everything, but already your gut was telling you that all this new information was going to be a sticky deal. You dreaded that what Jungkook said is fully true and you didn’t know if you could pretend and ignore the facts.

You loved your fiancé with all your heart but could you be ok with him being dirty? Maybe if he had told you, maybe if he would not hide the fact he was entangled with the mafia and gave you a sensible explanation to all of it. You just didn’t know, because one thing you really hated was dishonesty. You could handle a lot of bad shit people have done or were doing as long as you knew about it. Once someone hid the truth from you it was a different story. You always believed the ugliest of truths was better than the prettiest of lies and this was a fucking hill you were willing to die on.

You felt a slight tingle on your cheek. A nice and warm feeling coming after it. Shutting your eyes harder and scrunching your nose you let out a quiet mumble as you felt an ache spread over your muscles. Last nights events surely strained your back. The decision to sleep on the couch did not help that matter as well.

Suddenly you felt a delicate kiss on your neck and then another one. You slowly opened your eyes to see Hobi sitting on the edge and leaning over you. Once your eyes met he gave you his sunshine smile and smoothed your hair back gently saying quietly “Hey. You slept on the couch?” his face had a bit of concern written over it. “Morning…” you croaked, your throat being dry from all the wine you consumed “Yea… I came back really late from that whole medical emergency. I drank some wine and passed out. I also didn’t wanna wake you…”

He hummed slightly soothing your cheek with his hand and grabbing a mug from the small table in-front of you. “Cold brew” he said smiling and passing the cup to you. Lifting yourself on your elbows you gladly drank the coffee, caffeine being exactly what you needed. While downing the brown liquid of life, your brain went back to yesterdays information about your fiancé that has been brutally thrown at you.

Seeing you’ve spaced out, he looked at you asking “You ok Y/N?” you shook your head throwing the intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind. You weren’t ready to confront him. Not yet. Matter of fact you didn’t believe that laying it out just like that would be a smart move. You had to plan it out safely. You could not draw suspicions and give him the option to lie himself out of trouble if what you heard about him would turn out to be true.

“Yes I’m fine.” you said forcing a smile. You had to keep your cool. He was a detective. You could not let him sense out that something was wrong. “I’m still sleepy a bit. Didn’t fully wake up yet” you cooed sitting yourself up completely.

Hoseok looked at you as if he was analyzing what you were saying but then he smiled nodding his head. “Not woken up yet hm?” he moved a bit closer to you, taking the mug out of your hands and setting it aside. You blinked a little raising an eyebrow “I’ve got just the thing to wake you up…” he said with a deep voice, a smirk painting over his lips as he leaned in to kiss your neck.

“Shit…” you thought to yourself as you didn’t think threw what to do if a situation like this occurred. Should you pressure that you are tired and not in the mood? Or should you play along? You actually didn’t know for a fact if Hobi was 100% a dirty cop and you wouldn’t be sure of it for some time. You were stressed out and needed to shut off your panicked mind. Giving in seemed like a really good idea. So once you felt his lips on you did just that.

A suppressed moan rolled out off your mouth as he licked down the skin of your throat. You weren’t aware how much you needed to be touched and just let yourself be careless at this very moment. “Told you I would get your blood flowing.” he groaned grabbing your chin and kissing you hungrily. You leaned your head back opening your mouth allowing his tongue to enter. You could feel him smiling, clearly happy about how you reacted to him.

Soon you were both out of your clothes and catching your racing breaths. Your mind still battling with the fact that Hobi might not be who you thought he was. But as his skillful fingers reached your wet core you decided to forget about it all for now. You pushed him down on the soft cushions and climbed onto him.

“So needy…” he chimed but you put your hands on his toned chest, letting your nails gently scratch over his perfect skin “Yea… so you better fuck me good Hoba!” you let the words fall out from your lips. There was no need to ask him again as you lowered yourself onto his already very hard member, deep moans coming out from both of you.

Grabbing your hips he stared thrusting into you, meeting your needy movements. Your breaths got shaky and uneven. As you bounced yourself to the sound of your bodies connecting you slightly wrapped your hand around his neck. You didn’t know what got into you. You never let yourself get too pushy with Hoseok. He was never really the rough type.

A bit shocked by your action he lifted himself into a sitting position, grabbing your back to make sure you didn’t come off of him. He continued to push deep into you as you moved your hand to his nape, not wanting to let yourself get anymore wild ideas. A knot in the bottom of your belly started to form. You pushed your hips back and forth hard into him seeking your release.

Loud groans and breaths slipping out from your mouthes. This time around all you wanted was to feel the pleasure to crash all over you. It was the only thing that mattered. You didn’t care to get intimate or sensual. You just wanted your mind blown so you could forget everything from that night, at least for a while.

So you kept the tempo, fucking your fiancé hard and fast until you both felt your bodies shaking from the short but strong release. You leaned your forehead on his chest catching your breath and not yet lifting off of him. You could feel him getting soft inside of you. He pushed your hair back from your sweaty face, saying with a slightly amused tone “well someone was in a rush today”.

Finally getting up you smiled with the corner of your lips “I guess I couldn’t wait since we didn’t get to have our fun for a while now…” you lied a bit. Truth be told you just wanted your needs fulfilled as soon as possible, so you didn’t have to be close to him for too long. You knew you were being a bit of a hypocrite, for not being honest with him. But he was the one who decided to hide things from you, so you felt you were allowed to bend the standards a bit.

Your gut was telling you that you couldn’t really trust him, that he was not being open and those facts taunted you. That is why you decided to start weaving a web of lies to shelter yourself. You could feel your morals screaming in your skull. This wasn’t like you. But you were angry, confused and fucking scared. Petrified that you were about to have your life blown up into flames and crumbled. You really had a lot to think threw. The realization that you probably will be facing some extremely hard decisions made anxiety slap you in the face.

* * * * * * * * *

The next days at work passed surprisingly well. You and Jungkook had an unspoken agreement not to bring up what happened. At least for now. Both of you didn’t direct any of the conversations towards that nights events. Luckily you were also pretty busy at the hospital.

You decided to take up extra shifts to the maximum and cover for some of your colleges. This meant you wouldn’t see Hoseok much those days. You knew you were procrastinating, but you needed to set your mind straight before making any meaningful moves and this seemed like the perfect way to do it.

Taking more on calls also meant you would get a couple days off after. You felt those would do you well and that you would then start your questioning of Hobi. Also you thought it would be good to simply go shopping and try to do the down-to earth little things to clear your racing mind and ready yourself for the tasks ahead.

You and Kook also coordinated work with the charities in such a way that you got to have the next week away from them. After all that unraveled, both of you had to fix up and manage some things in your private lives. You suspected Jungkook very much like yourself tried to ignore and push away everything that went down in that forsaken hangar. You could see he was trying hard to maintain your friendship and fix the trust he has thoughtlessly broken. But for the time being you felt other than hospital work, you needed a break from him.

* * * * * * * * *

As the final day of work before your days off passed, you could feel the anxiousness crawl up you skin. You were happy to take time for yourself but it also meant that you should start your head hunt for the truth about your fiancé. To say you were dreading that moment was an understatement. Your mind was already slowly making assessment and plans in case the accusations towards Hoseok were correct. All this shit daunted you.

Even tho you were a bit scared of the confrontation you gladly made your way back home after a long and hard day at work. Once you jumped out of the buss a couple of blocks away from your apartment, a strange feeling washed over you. Shaking it off, you turned around to check your surroundings. Nothing seemed suspicious so you shrugged, thinking it must be the anxiety toying with your tired brain.

As you were about to pass next to the alley of your apartments building, a tall figure walked out in front of you and blocked your way. Your heart dropped as you heard “Good evening doc…”. Namjoon was standing right there and looking down at you with his annoying smirk, that seemed constantly plastered to his face. If you wouldn’t know any better you would’ve surely slapped him, because of how he made your blood boil.

You could hear steps behind you as well. You turned your face to the side, so you could make out with the corner of your eye who it was. You recognized the shorter guy but the other one you did not recall seeing ever before. He was tall like Joon and had a look about him as if he has just stepped out of a GQ magazine.

“Oh wow not only is she talented but also pretty ey?” he spoke in a low, velvety voice. “Knock it off Tae, we are here to take her to the boss, not to romance her!” the low voiced brunette shook his head in disappointment and said “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t wanna find out what those capable hands could do. You know that surgeons have the steadiest of hands? Only imagine…”

You couldn’t take it anymore so you snapped “We also know how to use sharp scalpels!” the man laughed a little and winked at you clearly amused. You tried to walk off saying “And I am surely not going anywhere with your lot, so be so kind and fuck off! You have Jungook!”

You were only able to make a step before Namjoon skillfully grabbed your elbow and painfully yanked it, causing you to hiss. “I wasn’t asking doc, so now you’re gonna shut your pretty little mouth and get in the car!” he whispered angrily in your ear and stared at you warningly. You were sure if you tried something, maybe you would get away but the later consequences could be not worth it.

You ripped your arm from his grip and gave him a side eye while gritting your teeth. Now aware that you better cooperate, altho that didn’t stop the rage from bubbling in you. The fuck was their whole deal? Why did they have to bother you instead of your college. Taehyung opened the back door of the black SUV and moved his hand towards the seats in a welcoming way. If the circumstances were different you’d almost feel like some movie star. But the fact was, you knew you were about to get into deep shit.

Sighing you jumped into the car. “Jimin get in the back with her just in case she tries something” Joon said to the shortest male, who kept quiet until now. He sat next to you, his eyes scanned over you as he said quietly “Soon it will all be behind you. Just don’t make it more difficult than it needs to be…” his voice had a specific ring to it. You just gave him an angry eye roll, barely controlling yourself from telling them to eat shit and die.

Closing your eyes you waited for the drive to be over. You did your best to ignore the men who seemed to not be able to shut their mouths for even a minute. You just wanted it to be done. Go do whatever they wanted you to do and leave. Slowly your mind was starting to wonder towards considering moving back to your home country, especially if Hoseok was to turn out a liar.

Suddenly you heard the doors open and then slam. You jerked up in your seat, the loud sound startling you. Then your door got opened and you saw Tae with a big grin as he said “Let’s go!”. You dragged yourself out of the vehicle and took your medical bag. They were lucky to grab you right after work. Who knows maybe they were smarter than they looked and specifically chose that moment knowing you should have such things on you then.

You followed them inside the hangar. You could feel your back slouching a bit as if to block you from all the panic that was starting to rise from within. Walking into one of the big rooms with creepy walls made of small windows you felt your heart start to beat faster and then you saw him. He was sitting on a wonky looking stool, staring at the screen of his phone.

Once he heard footsteps, he rose his head and looked your way. You weren’t able to see his eyes during your last encounter but now they were piercing threw you in all their glory. They were almost pitch black and dark like his hair. Their gaze seemed cold but also had something extremely calm in it. You could feel a shiver run threw your whole body. He surely had an intimidating vibe about him.

“I wanted to file a complaint…” he said slowly in a raspy voice, while grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up. You raised your eyebrows giving him a dumbfounded look and letting a “Huh?” fall out of your lips. He stared down at his abdomen and then you saw it, the blood trickling threw his white T, that he styled under a Hawaiian looking shirt.

You straightened yourself and cleared your throat, showing you were starting to get ticked off “Well you are sitting here smoking instead of resting and let me take a wild guess, you sure had quite the activities in between?” you seethed threw your teeth. He took a deep puff of his cigarette letting the smoke blow out his nostrils and had an amused little smile come over his lips. “Can’t recall my doctor left any ‘doctors orders’” he hummed.

You could see he was a piece of work so, you mumbled a “Well I am not your doctor. You’re lucky you got to live in the end. You weren’t looking so hot on that table.” he jerked an eyebrow putting out the cigarette and saying “well we are gonna change the you not being my doctor part” after you heard those words, you let a loud, hysterical laugh out and dropped your bag, while clapping your hands and saying “how about FUCKING NEVER IN HELL!”. You were not about to get intimidated by some thugs, your anger went way over the roof at this point.

He sighed getting up and that was when you realized, everybody else had left the room. He walked up to you slowly like you were some sort of prey. You refused to look like a helpless deer in headlights, so you rose your head higher and masked your face with fake confidence. He was taller than you. When he got close, you realized he was a really good looking man. His body was slim and toned. His raven black hair was thick and wavy.

“I don’t recall I was asking…” he said in a very calm tone, that made you even more annoyed, so you shot the next sentence without thinking “Well I don’t care and if you kill me for refusing, you will have police looking at your hands. I don’t think you want that kind of attention…” once you heard what you spat out, you cursed at yourself in your mind.

He let out a deep laugh and shook his head saying “Oh I am well aware who’s girl your are Y/N. You think just because Jung Hoseok is fucking you, it will change the fact how well acquainted I am with the police?” you started, nervously blinking and thinking of what to say next but he cut you off “If I chose to break your pretty little neck, the police would not give one fuck, it would be just another sad accident.” he took a lose strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear saying “That would be a waste wouldn’t it? And as much as I respect you trying not to get shaken down by a mobster, the reality is your shit outta luck and I don’t think I need to threaten your life to make you understand that?”

You could feel sweat starting to form on your forehead. The way he spoke of these things had you thinking he can make your life difficult. But you decided to try and lay out facts “Well I work in the hospital for your information and not like I would be at your every whim!” he laughed again and said very slowly “You really think that if I can handle the police like a bunch of dogs, a hospital would be a challenge? You really believe that director of yours isn’t mainly money driven?”

He looked at you with an amused gaze and shook his head lightly “But don’t worry your pretty head Y/N. I rarely get hurt and so do my men… and when we do it tends to be at nights and you wont convince me, you mainly work night shifts.” You gave him a glare, the fact he knew your name and other things about you, was bugging you beyond belief. He must have squeezed info out of your friend.

Seeing your irritation he sighed and walked behind you, just to lean over your shoulder and whisper in your ear “Don’t worry I won’t take up your precious time if it won’t be an emergency. Unless you will want me to…” You scoffed taking a step away from him and muttering “Yea for sure!” irony dripped from your voice but he did not seem bothered, if anything he was looking at you confidently as he said “Time will show won’t it? But for now…” he moved his head, showing down to his abdomen and saying calmly “I’d appreciate you handle the work you have already started”.

tags: @wobblewobble822 @nansasa @kooslilhoe @yoongisducky @danielle143 @xjiminsthighsx @nochook @kootieful

[eldritch-spouse]

thinking about nebul catching his pet masturbating without permission and since theyre clearly soooo woefully understimulated he passes them around the clergy until they learn their lesson

[Amazing thought, I agree wholeheartedly. Fem reader. Pov is all over the place. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

TW: Verbal degradation; Exhibitionism.

" M-Master Nebul- I- I'm s-sorry-! "

It must be hard to speak. You've already come a couple of times. Three. You're not keeping count, but he is. Nonetheless, you're overstimulated by the number of tentacles everywhere on your body. A pair looping over your tits, flicking your nipples, looped over your neck, others keeping your legs spread and your arms firmly held behind your back as two tendrils ram into your used hole, one entering when the other pulls out and vice-versa. Last but not least, another one taps your poor clit at random intervals.

You've been displayed like this, over the bartender's counter, for what must amount to an hour now, he reckons. Gallon is more than thrilled by the possibility to ravage a new human. He's relentless, blazing red eye seeming to swallow your precious form alive while he plays you like a perverse instrument for the viewing pleasure of your master, who stands in front of you.

" Your words are void of meaning, pet. " Nebul tuts. " Why should I believe you, when you promised you wouldn't touch yourself, yet I find you mewling on my bed like a slut not even a week later? "

He says it loud and clear for the whole floor to hear. It's very easy for a wraith like him to project his voice. There are so many eyes on you, it's humiliating. It's exhilarating. Even so, he can tell you've never been so aroused in your life and it shows, as you arch and strain against the slime's hold, howling in pleasure for the fourth time when another orgasm is plucked out of you. Gallon chuckles, clearly very pleased with himself.

" Would you like me to shut her up? " The barkeep offers, pulling your arms down so that you now lie across the counter, legs up and spread, face level with his dick. This prehensile, orange growth with a couple of odd bumps near the root and a smaller appendage squirming beneath. It must look strange to you, he muses. The wet and slimy thing pokes at your cheeks and chin as the yellow monster rocks his hips teasingly.

" Yes, nothing of value will be lost. " Nebul waves a hand dismissively, inwardly beaming when Gallon pries your lips apart, letting the tip of his member flirt with your tongue before he makes himself comfortable, sliding into your throat. The bump is noticeable even to the wraith, you gag almost viscerally.

" Thought you would have trained that out of her by now. " The bartender jabs.

" She's not as fluid of a learner as you, Gallon. " The wraith stabs in return, veering towards someone else before the slime can get a rebuttal in. Ah, the dullahan.

He's been sitting a couple of stools back, hat pulled down to obscure his face as he watches the show like the lurid little voyeur Nebul's always known him to be. An unsubtle hand reaches beneath his garbs, no doubt coiled over his cock. Putting aside the spark of longing in those carved sockets, it doesn't seem like he's about to make a move any time soon.

" You. " Patches startles, face taken by an emerald flush. " Always such a spineless loser. Get up, she's free to use for now. "

It takes the dullahan a couple of seconds to process the offering, but he's not stupid enough to let it go to waste, almost darting to stand in front of your slick pussy, watching the bob of Gallon's length on your throat. He's pushing his pants down in frustrated shoves, fingers hovering anxiously at your thighs, feeling your legs and tummy up while his now freed hardness twitches with interest. Nebul could almost roll his eyes, if he had any.

" I don't have all day, Patches. Either you fuck her or you make way for someone else. "

" M3! 0H 0HH! M3! 1 W4NN4! " The robot, who has been hovering from side to side, no doubt taking pictures and filming the encounter through several angles, pipes up. Predictably.

" Well? " Nebul's fingers drum on the counter, letting the other undead choose.

Patches shakes his head at the robot, using his thumbs to spread your labia and batting Gallon's hovering tendrils away. He takes one shuddering breath before slipping inside of you, thighs immediately tensing and face twisting in a myriad of sensation while you reflexively tighten and cry out senselessly around Gallon's girth. Nebul wants to congratulate the green monster for not coming immediately upon entering a woman, but he's beaten to the punch by his coworker.

" Hah, what's that face? Gonna cum already? " The bartender laughs, a little out of breath as his pace quickens. You must be clenching around the dullahan, because he lets out a most pathetic keen, like it's taking him every ounce of strength he has not to immediately flood you. Gallon only laughs harder.

" N- Not helping! " The other growls, taking a couple more moments to get used to the sensation before starting to rock experimentally. The first drag of your cuntlips on his dick has the male gasping, twitching and grabbing handfuls of your plump ass. He won't last a fucking minute, Nebul would bet his entire stock of pearls on it. Still, it'll be an entertaining sight.

While Gallon has no trouble using your warm hole the way it's meant to be enjoyed, panting and moaning quietly at every hum of your half-panicked self- Patches hardly moves, sweating bullets yet lacking half the physical effort of his coworker. Deplorable. Really, Nebul has always known that the dullahan is also meant for the role of pet. Trusting this cur to be dominant while in his default state is about the same as expecting a mute to sing...

Nonetheless, this isn't about the other undead, it's about his misbehaving pearl. And surely, letting an equally submissive, sad excuse of a monster shove his cock in you, must be adding to that sweet, delicious degradation. Curbing the need to bully Patches is hard however.

" Come now, pet- " Nebul begins, leaning close enough to make sure his every word seeps into your skin. That you have no choice but to pay attention even through the onslaught of sensation wrecking your body. " Make yourself useful. Your new friend wants a fucktoy that's worth his time. And we wouldn't want anyone here to leave unsatisfied, would we? "

The wraith is very pleased to see you squirm to action within mere seconds. Sure, there was the threat of punishment subtly hidden in his tone, but you did well to react so quickly. Bound as you are, he observes you shift inviting hips forward, essentially bucking into the dullahan, swaying them from side to side lightly as if to invite him to fuck you already. Good... Very good. You learn fast. Very adaptable. He loves that about you, it's a joy to work with humans such as yourself.

Whatever thread of self-control held Patches back from making an even more pathetic scene appears to snap, and the green monster whimpers, finally slapping his balls onto your ass and looping his arms under your back. Instead of putting on a show with deliberately deep and purposeful thrusts like the slime claiming your mouth, Patches just hunches like an animal and makes desperate, brief pistons into your heat, the sounds accompanying this near scandalous. He's more so grinding himself than actually thrusting, but it seems to do the job, apparently hitting some sort of spot that has your toes curling and abdomen flexing in zings of pleasure.

Gallon's fast yet visibly merciful pace becomes sporadic, eye narrowing in his chase for the peak. A reflexive gulp from your part appears to do the trick, throwing him into a deforming mess as his thick cock morphs to fit entirely in your throat, no doubt feathering around your esophagus by now. The yellow monster drips and melts like a wax candle, throbbing load after load directly into your guts while you choke and sputter, fluids cascading to coat your nose, eyes and cheeks. You make an odd sound, as if seconds away from hurling, and Gallon has the common sense to pull out, dragging globs of cum and drool with him, to once more ruin your poor, flushed face. Your coughing fit, although adorable to all of them, is cut off by frantic gasps and sharp cries while Patches unknowingly fucks you through your next orgasm.

The way your eyes roll back so hard has Nebul's cock throbbing painfully, but he's determined to be the last. To make you beg for him after you've been passed through the entire staff team like cheap party confectionery. Yes, that'll be beautiful.

Minute man that he is, Nebul can't even pretend to be surprised when the mock-scientist rattles out a whore moan and empties his balls into you, what must be months of frustration leaving his slumped over body. Your legs dangle off the counter, limp like noodles, the only sounds heard being panting, hushed murmuring from the distant crowd, and the pitter patter of cum hitting the floor.

" Bravo! Bravo! I want an encore! " A new, deep voice calls out.

All of you tense, Nebul doesn't need to turn to know the demon is right behind him. Clawed hands settle on his shoulders as Santi leans in to survey the scene, eyes bright and mouth parted as if to taste the very air around him. Of course, like moths to a flame, the motions of lust summoned him here.

" I'm wounded I wasn't invited, I've already missed half the fun! " The incubus laments.

Gallon helps you sit up, a single tendril rubbing your bare back as Patches mutters a quiet apology for making a mess of you and rights his clothes.

" The night is young, there's a lot more to come, demon. " The wraith all but invites, curious to see how his pet would react to a hypersexual monster. And a seasoned one at that.

Santi lets his hands move around the older monster, stroking at his shoulders and occasionally groping. Nebul can sense his pheromones and the radiating warmth of the other's closeness, but he's always been good at hiding his reactions, always had a lot more self-control than the incubus gives him credit for. Yet still, the lack of visible reaction never appears to deter him.

" That's what I like to hear... " With a purr, Santi moves in like a hawk, sending Patches away with a heavy palm to that relatively flat ass. Naturally, the twink yips like a dog and scurries to the safety of the stools nearby. " Good boy. " Gallon takes a step away, cleaning himself up but keeping a sharp eye on the show around him.

The demon. You've seen him before, in passing.

Never too close, but his eyes are unmistakable. In fact, the longer he looks at your ruined body, the hotter you feel, some part of you wanting to lunge for the male and ride him like a bull. He's certainly got the horns to be called that.

" Oh, sweetie- " He starts, looming over you with a look exuding false concern. The very sound of his voice is driving you crazy, empty cunt fluttering against nothing. You know there's some weird magic shit involved here. A skeptical glance towards Nebul reveals nothing, he just watches, ever stoic.

" What a mess, just look at you! " The incubus coos, grabbing your stained chin with a thumb and index, a sort of mania in his face, like deep glee at the sight of you covered in his coworkers' cum. " Let Santi help. " And with that, those yellowed teeth part, a roving muscle trailing from neck to chin and cheek.

You're not sure if it's the tingling sensation of the monster's saliva, or maybe just the buzzing warmth of those dark lips on your skin, but you grow restless, squirming against the hulking figure and grabbing onto him like he's an anchor. Like you must, lest the world around you fall apart. It's a dizzying sensation, making the other chuckle at your dazed state even as he shamelessly licks the fluids off your face.

The gesture is topped off with a sticky kiss, he's not sharing it with you, but still allows you to taste more of Gallon. It feels as if you have no choice but to pull him closer, hands clawing at his neck, in a trance of sensation you've never felt before while Santi chuckles with approval at your attitude. By the time you're given a break, his face now nestled in the crook of your neck, the distinct feeling of being watched pricks at your back. Your eyes dart to Nebul, who appeasingly palms at himself through those long robes, but he only shakes his head- As if he knew you were looking for someone.

A couple more glances and you find him. Another monster. This one a pallid white figure with two, no- Three, massive lavender eyes fixed intensely on you. This is... The angel. The one Nebul says works as security around here. You don't know too much about him, save for the fact that he often gets in everyone's nerves with his stickler tendencies. The monster, taking a stance by the side of the bar, appears to be deeply focused on your figure.

However, as soon as your eyes meet, those pupils shrink and his head zips to the crowd, he seems to fluff up with tension. Odd.

The demon still peppering kisses everywhere on your chest gets annoyed with the lack of response from his meal, drawing back to ask what's wrong when he follows your gaze to the angel. Oh. The most wicked of smiles settles on those handsome lips and you know trouble is coming.

" Belo! " Santi starts, tone very chipper. Said monster doesn't even look his way, wings folded but raised on his shoulders in a sort of aggressive dismissal. " Come, join us, you look like you need to unwind. "

Belo makes an inaudible reply. You can only hear murmurs of "gross" and "irredeemable" as well as a couple of ushered expletives. The incubus only laughs, urging you to lean back while he parts your thighs, eyeing the mess between them with the same hunger of a starved beast. A sweet kiss trail starts from the inside of your thighs to your flushed pussy, still a tad oversensitive, enough to make you jump in place. It does nothing to halt him, and soon, you're getting cleaned from the inside out, an absolutely merciless pace.

Those great horns of his won't let you close your legs even as Santi sucks your clit and groans against you. Instead of letting you cum, he pulls back whenever your walls start spasming, turning you into a flustered, frustrated mess. You open your mouth in an attempt to make words, then immediately shut it upon Nebul's icy glare.

You are not to beg or make requests, you recall him saying at the very start of this, you will take only what you're given and I will have you whipped for every greedy complaint.

Tears pricking your eyes, you can only spare the demon a desperate look. There's no room for mercy in the green blaze of his hues, he just winks at you and shoves his tongue as far into your sloppy cunt as he can. It rips a full-body shudder out of you, an embarrassing moan spilling out. Gallon can be heard whistling quietly, some others snickering and giggling at the lurid sound while you blush harder in shame. It takes you a moment to realize why the demon's drawing this out. You're able to sense his gaze again, the angel.

His head wings spread in rapt attention and he's caught ogling your indecent state again. You note the rising and falling of his chest and the way he looks almost pained. What a weird dude. It's more than clear he wants in, and it's goofy to think the fear of being "indecent" could be what's stopping him. This whole place is the furthest thing from decent! This time, instead of meeting his eyes fully and probably scaring him off, you only offer Belo a lidded side-glance. Enough for him to be aware that you know he's staring. That you enjoy it.

Santi, on the other hand, has no qualms eye-fucking the angel even as he keeps torturing your sex. It's an almost smarmy, victorious look. Nebul turns towards him wordlessly and Gallon offers a curious glance as well. Even Patches deadpans at him. Under so much scrutiny, Belo's eyes flicker in all sorts of directions and he tenses further like a coiled spring. You have to muffle a laugh.

" Should I start charging the peepers? " Nebul begins, flicking his claws nonchalantly. " Really Belo, either make yourself useful or make yourself scarce. "

The angel bristles, walking up to his coworker. " You have some nerve for an undead blight- "

" And you have a lot of repressed sexual energy. I don't need to be a demon to spot that. " Santi actually cackles at that one. " Is it judgement you're afraid of? "

" From the likes of you?! Hah! "

" Then I'm not sure what you're waiting for. "

Silence reigns.

Apparently peer pressure gets under Belo's skin very easily, because he growls quietly and takes a couple of tentative steps towards you and Santi. The demon all but preens with glee, offering an excited, heated kiss where you can taste your own arousal painting his chin. You're lifted without hesitation while the incubus gets on his knees, placing you on his lap. It doesn't take long before you sense the length poking your back. That... Lord, that's a lot. Nebul is already hard to take without a work out, you gulp just thinking about the stretch. But you're a good girl, always will be, you can handle this. It'll make your master very proud.

Your self-appeasing monologue is interrupted by Santi's tsk, while he rolls his eyes at the other's impractical outfit. Now that you think about it, that skin-tight suit does make it hard to work with. He'll have to strip fully for this, which you're not really complaining about to be honest.

" You should really get a zipper on this. " The incubus mutters, quickly sliding a claw through the fabric in front of his pelvis. It peels open in a matter of seconds, a good bit of snow white fluff already poking out. It's hard to see beyond the fur, but you're sure there's a cute pink slit in there.

" How dare you?! This suit was made by the most- " Said grievances are replaced by an unflattering yelp as soon as Santi grasps the angel's ass and drives him forward, a hair's width from your face. You get the memo.

Not quite sure how to handle a furred monster like him, you settle for nuzzling against the tuft of fluff there until your nose brushes something wet. You waste no time, warm tongue lapping at it insistently, feeling the powerful monster's legs quake by your side. By the time you think to slide the very tip of the muscle into his slit, your eyes widen as his cock is already pushing against it. Leaning back slightly is all it takes for the angel's cock to slip out surprisingly fast, making the demon behind you coo. He was trying not to get exposed all this time, the poor guy.

Greedy as ever, the first taste is stolen by Santi. Belo whines, it's a needlessly erotic sound, but something tells you he's not exaggerating. Little does it matter, as more get all but ripped out of the angel the moment you're encouraged to share him with his shameless coworker. For someone who was making such a fit about getting down and dirty, he's way too eager to buck against both your mouths, not quite sure what to do with his hands beyond nearly crushing the counter with his iron grip. The way Belo tears up and nearly begs for more is undeniably hot. Ever since getting taken by Nebul, situations where you get to dominate are near non-existent, so you savor every single one of them like snowflakes.

With one last, decidedly gross kiss, the demon bites your lower lip and leaves you to take care of Belo's needy length by yourself, more focused on spreading your legs and lining himself up. Your little whimper is shushed when a clawed palm settles on your mons, this sudden wave of heat encompassing you. Sucking around Belo, you hardly realize what's happening until Santi's hilted inside you. Just like that. No pain, no struggle, but oh so very filling.

Everything seems to fall into place, with one monster lusciously rolling his hips into you, and the other holding your head so he can slide down your throat. Something about it all feels right, and you smile- Well, as much as you can, knowing that Nebul will be very proud of you, even in this fucked-out state. It's unclear how much time you knelt there, used by the two, until the pleasant, filthy trance was broken by dark digits flicking at your button.

It happened embarrassingly fast, though in retrospect, dealing with a lust demon excuses it- Your next peak hits like a train and you reflexively bounce onto Santi, wanting to prolong it for as long as you can. He was apparently waiting for this, because having you clench around his cock so suddenly sends the incubus over the edge not long after. He grinds up into you, moaning like a whore in heat and forcing your face flush against Belo's fur.

The angel isn't holding up too well himself, wings fluttering and member throbbing at the sight of you coming undone. Getting forcibly gagged onto his pink cock elicits full-body shivers out of the male, who breathlessly keens and promptly comes down your abused throat, groaning as he pulls out to fuck his own fist heatedly. Something tells you he doesn't get blown often. In fact, the way Belo all but flops onto a stool makes you almost snort in amusement.

Nebul walks up to you, curling his fingers in a "rise" motion. You spot the outline of his hardness beneath those grayish-purple robes and lick your lips.

The demon, previously fondling and nuzzling into you surprisingly sweetly, pouts at the wraith. " Aw, leaving so soon? Can't your pretty pearl stay for just a minute more? " He has the gall to playfully rut into you, a sharp gasp making you rattle in overstimulation.

The undead shakes his head. " You've had your turn, do not push it. "

A snort. " Fine fine, killjoy. " You're lifted off his member, lewd pearly white ropes dripping down your shaky legs. Santi bids you farewell with a harsh slap to your ass. He enjoys doing that, it seems. " Visit us again, will you? "

Nebul's grip of your naked waist, although quite cold, still manages to be comforting. You just want to slump onto him and call it a day, but the sharp ding of the elevator doors opening jolts you back into attention.

" Now's not the time for sleep, pet. We have barely even started. " He tuts.

" Y-Yes, master. " Alert eyes observe as he pushes a button on the wall.

" We're now heading to one of the underground floors. " He starts, answering your unspoken question. " There, you will get to eat. And choose between who you'll entertain first. The waiter, or the chef? "

You tense.

The chef... Isn't that the huge blue guy? The one that butchers people? You don't remember that much about the waiter, except he's short. Short and bubbly. Your lack of answer makes Nebul tap his claws on the handrail next to him, a sign of clear disapproval.

" Hm, if you're not enthused, then we could always just head over to Vinnel's- "

" The waiter! " You instantly squeak, horrified at the mere mention of that cursed jester.

His ensuing chuckle, albeit ever monotone, speaks volumes of his amusement.

" Very well then, get ready. "