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[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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[iliketangerines]

Hi! I love your writing and this is my first time requesting so I hope it isn't too much! :p

May I request some dom!shang tsung headcanons? I read ur raiden and kung lao works and it made me think of shang tsung so can I have something similar to those works? including obviously what you think his kinks are?

take ur time with this and make sure you put urself first and take care of urself!

have a good day/night!! 🫶

sing for me

a/n: i gotchu cuties. you also have a good day/night!!

pairing: dom!shang tsung x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, humiliation kink, facefucking, cockwarming, brief breeding kink

you were a singer on the traveling circus, strumming an instrument and dancing about the crowds as you wooed them with your words

you had a beautiful voice, enchanting and smooth, and Shang Tsung became obsessed with you, learning all your favorite things before courting you

and you became just as smitten with him and he had become obsessed with you

but you have a bratty streak, using your voice and your looks to get some extra money at the places you and Shang Tsung travel to

you flirt and banter with the patrons, and Shang Tsung can’t help but feel jealousy grip at his heart and he plans to put you in your place whenever you both return to his cart

when you get back with a hefty bag full of coins, he forces you to lay on his lap, he’s sitting on the chair and has you undress and present your ass to him

he teases your pussy first, rubbing at your lips and only lightly dipping his fingers into your needy hole before spanking you

he leaves the hits unpredictably, sometimes he hits the back of your thighs and then moves onto hit the plump of your ass before squeezing the flesh roughly and making you whimper in response

he’s not satisfied until your ass is covered in his handprints and you’re a whiny teary mess, clutching onto the pillow in front of you and sobbing out apologies for being bratty

he gets you on your knees so that his crotch is right in front of your face and pulls out his dick, slapping it on your face as he calls you such a needy little whore, begging for attention and that you would spread your legs for anyone, huh?

you just whine in response, trying to get a taste of his cock, but the tight grip he has in your hair prevents your head from moving

he tells you stick your tongue out, and you do, and he spits in your mouth and you swallow it obediently

he grins and finally lets you have a taste of his cock, letting you leave sloppy kisses along the shaft and suckle on the tip

you take him into your mouth, lips stretching around his girth as you try to breathe through your nose

he leaves you to rub your thighs together for any friction as he has you cockwarm him, and he pets the back of your head, carding his fingers through your hair as drool starts dripping down your chin

you know that if you dip your hand down your pants to try and relieve the tension on your clit, he won’t let you cum all night, and so you can only sit and attempt to get some friction on your clit with your thighs, but it isn’t enough

Shang Tsung doesn’t let you move your head at all, just simply enjoying the warmth of your mouth, and how desperate you’re starting to get for him to fuck you

there are tears in your glazed-over eyes and you’re whining around his cock

he finally starts to move your head up and down his cock, biting his lip at the sensation

finally he starts fucking into your throat, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, but you stay in your position

Shang Tsung fucks into your throat with reckless abandon, enjoying how you’re such a pretty little fuck doll for him and only for him

right before he’s going to cum, he pulls your head off his cock and drags you to sit on his lap

his fingers immediately go to your cunt, shoving his fingers and grinding the heel of his palm into your wet pussy, and you cry out at the sudden stretch but soon become a drooling mess as you beg for more

he sucks hickeys into your neck high enough so that everyone would know that you’re his, and that no one else could possibly have you

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your drooling pussy, enjoying how your sweet voice has become so raspy from his cock

when you give one final plea, a broken sob coming from your body, he removes his fingers from your pussy and sticks them in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue

you immediately suck on his fingers, moaning around them as Shang Tsung finally aligns himself with your needy hole and sinks you down

he makes you bounce on his cock as you suck on his fingers, gripping onto your hip so tightly that there are sure to be bruises there the next day

you whimper as your legs tire and you can’t bring yourself to bounce anymore

Shang Tsung just mocks you, saying that if wanted cock so bad that you’re gonna have to work for it, that you’re such a whore for using your body to try and get some money

he tells you that you’d like it if a bunch of men roughed you up, fucked you until you’re full of their seed, that you’d like just being a stupid little hole for them

you can’t help but clench at the thought, and Shang Tsung has a smirk on his face as he tells you keep on bouncing

tears stream down your face as you try to power through, but you can’t and can only pathetically grind down on his cock

Shang Tsung removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of drool connecting the them, and tells you to beg for it

immediately, words fly out of your mouth, that you’re sorry for teasing him, that you flirted with others, that you’ll be good, that only he can make you cum, that you’re only his, that you’re only a slut for him, please please please

smiling widely, Shang Tsung pulls you off his cock and before you can complain, he forces you to your knees, shoving your face into the floor and your back into a deep arch

he thrusts into you mercilessly, slapping at your ass and squeezing at the flesh as you start to drool on the floor

he reaches a hand down to mercilessly rub at your clit, and your eyes start to glaze over in pleasure and pain as he brings to the edge

Shang Tsung admires how your ass is now a mottled shade of red and how your pussy clenches around his cock whenever he hits that sweet spot inside of you

as you reach the edge, thighs twitching and cunt squeezing his cock like a vice, he pinches at your clit roughly, and you cum at the sensation of pleasure and pain mixing

he fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts erratic as he brings himself to his own orgasm

finally, he cums inside of you, fucking his seed deeper and deeper inside of you, and he hopes that it’ll take, so that everyone knows that he’s the one who knocked you up

he can feel his cum dripping out of your abused pussy and so grinds himself into you despite the overstimulation to keep his seed inside of you

he slides out of you after a moment and picks you up to lay on the small bed in the side of the trailer and props your hips up with a pillow

he picks up a rag and wipes himself and you down before wiping your drool and cum off the floor

he gets in bed soon after, holding you close in his arms and admiring the hickeys on your neck, and you both fall asleep soon after

the next morning, you have to take the day off and drink tea, voice too hoarse to sing, and Shang Tsung just smiles at you, knowing he’s the one that made you lose your voice

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Can you write about Jack and yns first Christmas together?

Loooove ur work

"Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins"

Warnings: language

A/N: I've had this idea for a while, but its super random lol Enjoy!

"Okay, bad news. Roads are too icy to get to the airport, plus flights are getting canceled left and right. Looks like we're stuck here for Christmas", Jack announced to the group as soon as he got off the phone. He rolled his eyes at the collective groan from the room. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. I don't control the weather."

"Aren't you Jack Harlow? Can't you call us a private jet or something?" Your best friend Raquel asked with a huff. You had invited everyone over for dinner and watch some Christmas movies before everyone went their separate ways to spend the holidays with their families. You and Jack have been dating for about six months, and your friend groups were finally starting to mesh together, and it was going a lot smoother than you expected, at least until you got the bad weather news.

"He's a rapper, not Jesus. Is he expected to control the weather too?" Urban bit back, rolling his eyes. "Not Jesus, you jackass, but surely he could throw some money at someone."

You and Jack looked at each other, Jack raising his eyebrows and stifling a chuckle. All night, Urban and Raquel had been going back and forth with flirty remarks and sarcastic quips, and you both new your best friends well enough to know that there was something going on between the two of them.

"None of us are going anywhere, at least for the night", you intervened, "Rocky, you can borrow some of my pajamas, and Urban, I think Jack has some of his things here that you can change into. I'm gonna see what snacks we have in the kitchen to hold us over till morning."

"I'll help you", Jack jumped to his feet, following you into the kitchen.

You searched your cabinets, but quickly came up empty, the fridge just as bare. "Sorry, we ate all the food at dinner. I was trying to clean out before I headed home for Christmas." Jack was behind you, mindlessly biting at his thumbnail. You caught his look of unease as you turned around. "What's wrong?"

"Huh, oh nothing." He gave you a weak smile. "I just realized this is technically our first Christmas together."

"Oh, yeah. I guess it technically is. Is that a bad thing?" Your relationship was the easiest thing you had going in your life right now, and you just wanted things to naturally progress with Jack, not pushing the issue like you had in all of your previous relationships. It was no secret that the holidays were eventually going to come around, but you hadn't thought about spending them together yet. You were going visit your parents in Atlanta and Jack would be with his, here in Louisville.

"No, no", Jack wanted to reassure you, "Honestly, I just thought it would be different than this. More, romantic, and less, Urban hitting on your best friend."

You let out a small giggle as you wrapped your arms around his neck, Jack's hands finding your hips. He kissed you on the nose and then the forehead, something he always did before saying goodbye to you. "They do have something going on, don't they? I have to warn you, Raquel is a spitfire, she will chew Urban up and spit him out."

"Knowing Urban, that's exactly his type." Jack hummed as he moved toward you, gently pressing a kiss to your lips, your hands finding the curls at the back of his neck as the two of you made out. Jack's hands were inching up your sweater, your bodies pressed tightly together just as Urban interrupted you in the kitchen.

"Should have known the two of you were suckin' face in here." Urban groaned as he shoved his phone into his back pocket. "Y/N, Raquel's parents live in Atlanta, right?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" You grabbed a couple of random condiments from your cabinets.

"I just was hoping to get in touch with them and see if Raquel had ever been dropped on her head as a baby." Jack let out a humorous breath through his nose, his face dropping when you looked at him. "Hey! That's my best friend you're talking about." You rolled your eyes at Jack who was trying so hard not to bust out laughing.

"Okay, then you know she is the biggest bitch", Urban shrugged, grabbing a handful of M&Ms you had in a bowl on the counter, shuffling them into his mouth.

"The biggest bitch...that you'd like to fuck?" Jack's brow furrowed as he looked at Urban. Urban choked on the chocolate candy in his mouth, his face turning beet red. "What the hell man?", he choked out trying to catch his breath.

"Ok, that's enough. I don't wanna hear this right now." You filled your arms with a couple other food items and some leftovers from dinner. "You two grab those cookies and candy off the counter. I've got an idea."

Jack and Urban filed behind you back into the living room to find Raquel scrolling her phone on the couch. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at you. "Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins?", she asked with a huge grin on her face, leaving the couch to help you clear the dining room table.

"Oh my god, she's gone crazy." Urban joked, Raquel flipping him the bird. "Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?"

"No, actually. Not ever." Jack admitted with a head shake.

"Its a game that Rocky and I made up when we were like eight. If you've ever seen the movie "Elf", its named after that." You grabbed a deck of cards out of your hall closet. "Its basically poker, and whoever loses has to eat this crazy concoction that we make, you know, like when Buddy the Elf makes the pasta with chocolate syrup and candy."

"Do I even wanna know who taught you guys to play poker at eight years old?" Jack asked as he sat down at the table. "My sister, she's a decade older than us, and not a very good influence."

"Wait, there's another one of you somewhere out in the world?", Urban asked with a look of playful horror. "Yeah, and she'd hate your ass too." Raquel remarked. Jack leaned over to you, covering his mouth. "Five dollars says they kiss before the night is over."

"I heard that." Jack's head shot up as Raquel dealt him a hand of cards. "Let's make it $100, because that is never gonna happen. Rules are, winner of each hand gets to add an item to the plate of their choosing, we'll go eight rounds and the person with the least wins at the end as to eat the entire plate without throwing up." She glanced at you, who avoided eye contact.

You scoffed as you organized your cards. "You added cat food that one time! There was no way I wasn't gonna gonna be sick." Jack patted your hand affectionately. "Its okay, I would have done the same thing."

Jack won the first hand with a pair of nines. The plate started with some leftover pasta you made for dinner. Not wanting to add to his stomach's demise so early in the game, he kept it simple and added some chocolate sauce on top. He was a picky eater and already hated the thought of having to take one bite, let alone eat the whole plate, so he was glad he was actually good at poker.

At the end of seven hands, Jack had won three games, you had lucked out with two, and Raquel and Urban had each only won one game. The plate of food now looked like something out of a kid's fever dream, piled high with crumbled sugar cookies, a random assortment of Christmas themed candy, two week old sour cream, peanut butter, marshmallows, cold-cut ham, and a drizzle of mustard Urban had put on there when he was feeling confident in the last game.

"Okay, last game. Hate to say it, but one of you is going to be leaving this table with a stomach ache." Jack gestures to your friends as he handed out the last cards, face down. "How did you get so good at poker, babe?", you asked, massaging Jack's shoulder.

"We used to hustle these guys down at this record label so they would let Jack record in their studio." Urban answered, his eyes focused on the cards in his hands. You looked at Jack. "Seriously?"

"Uh... yeah." Jack blushed, "I was very serious about my music career."

After a couple of minutes, both you and Jack had folded with weak hands, leaving Raquel and Urban in the game. In all the years you played this game with Raquel, she was terrible at poker. She wore her emotions on her face, and her tell was that she would wiggle her nose whenever she had a bad hand. You felt bad for how badly she played, so a lot of times you would let her win. That was how you ended up eating cat food that one year, but she was your best friend, and you'd do anything for her.

As you watched Raquel wiggle her nose again, you knew she most likely had a weak hand and Urban was probably going to win. His eyes darted around the table, his leg nervously jiggling under the table as he flicked his cards with his fingers. "What's wrong?", Raquel smirked, "afraid you're gonna lose?" Urban's jaw flexed as he looked at her, quiet longer than anyone expected. "Yeah, I fold." He threw his cards on the table.

"Ha! A pair of twos. Eat up, you Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins." She laid her cards out for everyone. Urban sighed as he grabbed the plate and began to dig in.

"I think I'm gonna be sick", Jack groaned, burying his face into the crook of you neck, laying across his side of the table.

"Its actually not that bad", Urban chuckled. "Could use a lil' bit more mustard though."

It was after midnight when your apartment was finally quiet, you and Jack getting ready for bed, while Raquel and Urban were already asleep on your couch.

"So much for Rocky and Urban getting together, huh?"

"I wouldn't be so sure." Jack countered as he threw himself on the bed, tucking himself under the cover as he closed his eyes. "Urban threw that last game, he had a full house."

You playfully slapped his chest, making him jump. "Are you serious? That's so cute! I have to tell her.'

"No, Urban will kill me if I told you. That's not his style. Don't worry, she'll give him her number before we leave tomorrow. He looks quiet, but he always gets the girl he wants."

"I think we're watching a relationship in the making, babe. Its a Christmas miracle." You gave Jack some dramatic jazz hands, making him chuckle. He pulled you down on the bed, tucking you into his side. You rested your cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Tell me more about this romantic Christmas? What would we do?", you asked as you rubbed gentle circles on his stomach.

"Well, I want you to meet my parents so I'd invite you to Christmas dinner." You perked up, resting your chin on his pecs as you looked at him. "You want me to meet your parents?"

"I talk about you enough, they actually invited you this year, but I didn't want to push you or anything."

"You should have told me, I would have come." Just the thought was giving you butterflies, but from pure excitement, not a nerve in sight. "I have to warn you, my family. They like to sing."

"Like karaoke?"

"No, more like we all get in a room and sing church songs together", Jack said with a laugh. "I love that. I would love to meet your parents next year, babe." You gave him a quick kiss. "What else?"

"I would have given you a gift." He reached over to the nightstand and handed you a small velvet box. You ran your thumb over the top before looking at Jack. "We didn't say we were getting each other gifts."

"Just open it. I'm not expecting anything back from you", Jack responded. "Open it."

You flipped the box open to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. At first, you were at a loss for words as the studs shone in the light. "Jack, baby...they are gorgeous."

"You can wear them to our actual first Christmas together. This doesn't count." Jack gestured his hands in the air. You grazed your fingers along his beard as you moved to kiss him, your lips lingering together as he pulled you on top of him. "Merry Christmas, Jack."

"Marry Christmas, baby."

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[playgrl0]

stress balls / hanma

!! does this count as slightly suggestive? i'm not sure. mentioning tits a lot of times lmao, (almost) naked body, not proof read because i'm lazy !!

you've been home alone all day long doing chores around the apartment while hanma was out for work. you don't mind staying at home to clean and cook for the both of you, he brings home a shit ton of money after all. him making so much money, obviously means he works a lot and him working a lot means he's stressed. a lot.

you're currently laying on the couch in the living room, some random movie playing in the backround while you're scrolling through your phone and munching on some snacks. you can hear the front door open and close and then a lout sigh following right after. hanma's home, finally. "baby?" he calls out for you. "living room!" he enters the room, loosens his tie, removes it and then opens the first few buttons of his dress shirt. "take ur shirt and bra off." he says. your eyes slightly widen at his demand. "what happened to hello? how are you?" you jokingly ask. "now." you put your phone and the bowl of snacks away, "huh, but why? you wanna fuck?" he shakes his head, kneels in front of you, takes your shirt and bra off of you and throws them somewhere in the room. "lay down please." you lay down and lift the blanket that was covering you a little so he could get under. he lays on top of you, head on your stomach and puts his hands on your tits. with a satisfied sigh he closes his eyes and starts to softly squeeze your tits. "ah, i get it. hard day at work?" you ask and run your hands through his hair. every time hanma is stressed, he uses your tits as his own personal stress balls because they're so soft and squishy and well, feel exactly like stress balls. you always suggest to buy some for him but his reply is always, "why buy 'em when i have two right here?" referring to your tits.

"babe, i'll fucking kill 'em all. so fuckin' annoying. all of them." he groans out and you just chuckle at him. "you're the only one that doesn't annoy me. you could never." he confesses. "you're so sweet, shuji." he turns his head to look up at you, gives your tits another squeeze and grins at you. "your tits could also never annoy me, love 'em. they calm me down." rolling your eyes at him, you take both of his cheeks in your hands and squish them together. "you sure you're not only with me because of my tits?" you jokingly ask, he raises his head up from your stomach, with a dropped jaw and wide eyes he takes your hands away from his face "you're joking, right?" he almost offendedly asks. he brings his face up to yours, takes your face in his hands and looks you deep in the eyes. "i know i joke a lot but, i'm not only with you because of your stress balls," he grins "you're amazing in every way and you're perfect. so perfect, my baby. only mine. and i love you so, so much. got it?" he confesses. "shuji, yes, i was joking but thank you. you're so sweet to me. i love you so, so much too." he smiles and presses a few kisses to your lips. "i'll keep kissing ya later, kay? first, i need to play with them stress balls a little more before i actually end up murdering somebody." he presses another kiss to your lips, lays his head back down on your stomach and softly plays with your tits again until he falls asleep on top of you. you can't help but smile at the sight of him while the butterflies are going crazy in your stomach and your heart is threatening to jump out of your body. he does that to you. your shuji.

<3 @ playgrl0

[keirawantstocry]

whoops. wrote a fitpac fic :)

im so sorry if any of my characterization is off cause this is the first time ive ever written them and im so sorry if i messed up any of the Portuguese 😭

i can be ur new addiction

Strength was what originally piqued Pac's interest in the pole. He wanted to feel that strength in his own body, that pull of his muscles as he held himself up. The sweat that dripped down his forehead as he brought himself to the point of exhaustion physically.  In everyday life as well he could feel the strong cords of his muscle as he picked things up and spent time building. It was a good feeling. It was admirável, addictive, espantoso. Logistically he knew the implications that came with knowing how to perfectly do a split against a stripper pole, how to land with his thighs spread open. He just never thought about it. Not in the context of other people seeing it. 

Until the first time he was asked to perform what he knew in front of other people. All eyes on him. It was like a drug, feeling the pull of eyes, feeling the gazes rake hungrily over his body. Watching so closely as he spun around, twisted and stretched his body in every single direction it could go. As they appreciated his bare skin, the expanse of his bare chest and his thighs tight around the pole itself. People whistled and applauded. More than a few people sauntered up to him afterwards asking if he did private shows, if he could do something like that on their bodies. He agreed to a few. The nicer ones. The money slipped in his hands was almost as good as the feeling of being up close and personal with people radiating with how much they wanted you. Viciante.  

He had more confidence back then. Back when he still had both his legs. 

Roier was the one who convinced him he should get back into it after his robotic leg had been installed. Who begged him nearly every week to join him in one of the back rooms of the club to practice with the strippers there. It took a bit of practice. Bit of understanding and maneuvering.  To get back into it all. Lots of time practicing, first by himself but then with Melissa, with some of the other men and women who worked there at the club.  It felt good to feel strong again. To feel capable. To feel, not quite sexy yet but confident. 

He and Mike had figured out how to make an incredibly realistic leg replacement for him. It was just as easy to use on the pole as his actual skin. The slight burn against his skin as he held himself up. It was good. It felt good. On a very slow night he even made his way out in the strip club with Melissa and did a few rounds around with her. It felt good again. To see how the scattered men looked at him and Melissa both. Hungry eyes. They wanted him. He felt sexy. It was almost intoxicating enough that he could forget who he was really wishing would look at him like that. 

With his skills and knowledge, nobody could blame him for using it to his advantage when he knew Fit was around. He couldn't help it. At heart he yearned for the attention and damnit he was going to get it. Especially from Fit. He already saw how the man reacted to the minimal flirting that they participated in, how flustered and stuttery he got when anyone else on the island mentioned the two of them together in any sense of the word. 

So when Fit messaged him over the communicator one morning asking where he was instead of going upstairs and pretending he hadn't been practicing, he told him the truth. 

ill see you there :)

Pac knew the exact moment when Fit walked inside the dimly lit room of the basement. He heard the inhale of his breath as he gasped at the sight of him. It was addictive. Better than he could have ever imagined. “Olá, Fit!” He swung himself off the pole with a self satisfied smirk, landing on his knees with his legs spread underneath him. “Tudo bem?” 

Fit looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his head. He just stared and stared as Pac watched him carefully. His mouth fell open as his eyes raked up Pac's thighs, pupils getting wide with desire. “Wow.” 

“Wow?” Pac pressed, trying to get him to say more and it seemed to break Fit out of his spell. 

Clearing his throat, he tore his eyes away from Pac. “Yeah man. The core strength. Core strength. You're very strong.” He took a few steps back, farther away from the man in front of him, to simply stare at the floor in front of him. 

Fuck. Pac wanted his attention again. And he knew the perfect way to get it. Gracefully standing to his feet while keeping one hand on the pole, he started to pull off the loose blue pants he had been wearing while trying to catch Fit's eye. The man glanced up for nary a second and he was caught. Hook, line, and sinker. 

He gulped, prominent against his throat. “What are you doing?” 

“Practicing the rest of my routine. Do you mind?” Pac asked, making sure to flutter his eyelashes a bit with a laugh bubbling up from his chest. “I don't have to do it now. You know if-” 

“No no,” Fit interrupted. “It's no problem. None at all.” 

Pac simply gave him a smile as he tossed his pants to the side showing off the whole bodysuit he was wearing. The deep black contrasted perfectly with his skin, raised quite high up on his hips hugging them tightly.  He had always felt confident in the bodysuit, usually wearing it under his everyday sweats and hoodie. It felt so much more electrifying to be wearing it and it only. Especially in front of Fit, who was staring at him with clear desire while using every atom in his body to hold himself back. It was fantastic. 

Using every muscle in his arms he pulled himself up the pole, flipping himself over, spreading his legs out to split before flipping back over and lowering himself down to admire the pure lust in Fit's eyes. Pac slowly walked himself around the pole, feeling the drag of Fit's gaze over his thighs and ass as he did so. did so. His head was getting fuzzy. The room felt even stuffier and hotter than it had before. With both hands he grabbed the pole once again and started to pull himself up. The pull was strong in his muscles, his arms tense. He repeated his movements from the ground but in the air, legs cycling as if he was walking while he used his arms and momentum to twirl himself slowly around the pole. 

“That’s amazing,” Fit said. A squeak echoed in the room from Fit’s shoe as he took a step forward. 

“Thank you,” Pac said, winking at him as he spun around to face him before landing hard on his feet. Using one finger, he curled it towards himself to try and motion Fit closer. He followed without thinking, like a magnet, mouth open slightly. He reached back once he deemed he was close enough and lifted himself up on the pole once more. “Help me?” 

Fit nodded, looking dazed. “Uh yeah yeah with what?” 

“I need to-” he cut himself off and dropped down again, trying to figure out the best way to do it. Of course he already knew damn well how to do the move all by himself but Fit didn’t need to know that piece of information. He stood to the side of the pole as Fit hovered around him. Reaching out he put his hand on Fit’s before bringing it over to rest on the very bottom of his back right above where the fabric of the bodysuit cut off. Fit sucked in his breath hard but managed to keep it together and keep his hand on Pac. 

Reaching up, Pac put his hands on top of each other on the pole, preparing to swing his legs up. “Follow the, the um, flow of my body. I’m going to flip.” 

Fit blinked trying to process what exactly they were going to do. “Okay okay yeah I can help you with that.” 

Time slowed down as his body hinged with the other man’s help. As Fit’s hand stayed firm on his back throughout the entire flip. Not even letting go once he was back on the ground and had released his grip on the pole. Pac used it as an excuse to get closer to him, until their feet bumped together and he could see every fleck of color in Fit’s wide eyes. 

“Did I do good?” 

“Yes. Yes. Of course you did… you always do amazing.” 

Pac smiled, a sharp but kind smile. “Thank you, Fit.” 

Fit's hand felt hot on his skin even through the fabric of his bodysuit. All he wanted to do was lean in as close as he could. Until their bodies were knitted together, rib to rib, heart to heart.  A voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like Fit's, was the only thing that stopped him. 

Take it easy. Go slow. Slow. Slow. Slow. 

Pac let out a deep slow breath and with a smile stepped back away from Fit, letting his hand drop from his body. “Let me put my clothes back on, yeah? Then we can do whatever you wanna do today.” 

Fit smiled back at him but his eyes were still dark, looking at Pac way too closely to be platonic. “Yeah. That sounds good, man.” 

He felt good. They were good. It was gonna be good. Fit was security. The kind of stable strength that Pac had never found in past partners. It felt safe. He had to pull in his emotions as he gathered his clothes up to put them back on, he could not admit that Fit felt like home. Nice and slow. Take it nice and slow to get the guy. 

He turned to face Fit with a large smile. “Ready to go?” 

Fit gave him the smile that he only reserved for him, Tubbo, and Ramon. “So ready.” 

[thelovelylolly]

AAAH I'm so happy ur requests are open!

Could u do Hunter x Merc!Reader where they're exes but Omega knows they're still in love, and convinces the others to pull a parent trap on them (if u can't tell I've been thinking about this for awhile now)

Still In Love

Summary : Cid teams you up with The Bad Batch, who's sergeant is your ex. You two hate each other, but Omega sees right past that. Warnings : none (i think) Notes : i love this idea! thank you for the request <3

"Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous. You and your partners will get 40% of the cut to split among yourselves," Cid said, leaning back in her chair across from you.

You needed some quick money and you contacted an old friend, Cid. She had a job for you, but said that you had to partner up with some of her other...clients.

You took a sip of your drink. "So, 20% for me? You never change, Cid."

"What can I say? I'm a simple creature," she replied, glancing behind you at the sound of footsteps. "Oh would you look at that, your partners are here."

You turned around, drink in hand. You nearly dropped your cup when you saw who your partners were.

The Bad Batch. You used to help them out here and there during the Clone Wars, so you were surprised to see them here. But you didn't only help out the team, you had a relationship with the sergeant. You and Hunter lasted for a while, but the war pulled you apart and the two of you had a...messy break up to say the least.

You downed the rest of your drink before setting the cup on the table in front of Cid and getting up.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working for the Empire?" You asked, mainly to Hunter. You and the rest of the Bad Batch were friends, and the break up caused no resentment between you all. Your attitude was directed to Hunter.

"We deserted. What are you doing here?" Hunter quickly answered, stepping closer.

"I need some credits, why do you care?" You took a step closer, the two of you only having a few feet between you.

"Alright you two, cut it out! I don't need a fight in my parlor!" Cid yelled, pushing you two apart. "Work together, get your pay, and be done with it."

You glared at Hunter before walking past him, bumping your shoulder into his. You looked over at the rest of the Bad Batch, noting the young girl and no Crosshair. "Who's the girl?"

"This is Omega, she's a defective clone like we are," Tech answered.

"Hello!" The girl, Omega, said with a bright smile on her face.

You smiled back at her then looked back up at the others. "And Crosshair?"

"He...decided to stay with the Empire," Echo replied. "We think it's his inhibitor chip."

"I know if I ask what that is, Tech is going to give a whole speech about it," you joked.

"Come on, let's get to the ship," Hunter ordered, walking behind you and out the door. You glared at him and rolled your eyes. Wrecker, Tech and Echo followed him, but Omega stayed behind.

You looked down at her. "Go catch up with your brothers."

"You don't really hate Hunter, do you?"

You sighed. "A long time ago I didn't. But you won't understand, kid. Let's just get this job done."

--

You and the Bad Batch landed on the planet Cid sent you two. You opened the door and were greeted to a lush forest before you turned back to the squad.

"I'll go take a look around-"

"No, I will," Hunter cut you off.

You rolled your eyes then walked down the stairs. "I'll be fine, Hunter."

"I have better senses than you, I should go check things out."

You turned around, your arms crossed in front of your chest as you glared at Hunter as he put his helmet on. "I've got it, Sergeant," you spat.

"Perhaps you both should go," Tech suggested, stepping out from the ship.

"We don't need-"

"Yeah, you both should look around!" Wrecker said loudly, before pushing Hunter out. Hunter turned right back around, but was met with the door closing and locking.

"Are they serious?" You asked.

"Let's just get this done, okay?" Hunter answered, turning around and started to walk toward you.

"No! They can't just lock us out!"

Hunter stopped you as you started towards the ship. He gently grabbed your arm, causing you to look at him. You'd hate to admit it, but you felt your face get warmer. You two were very close. Since his helmet was on, you didn't notice his eyes shift to your lips before darting back up.

"The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get this mission done," Hunter said softly. You sighed and pulled your arm away from him before turning around and following him down the worn out path.

--

"Looks like your plan worked, kid," Echo said, watching you and Hunter walk away from the cockpit. "Let's just hope they talk things out, because I don't think I can take another trip with them bickering."

"They will," Omega replied.

"How do you know?"

"Because they're still in love. It's obvious they still care, they just don't want to admit it."

"Sounds like them," Wrecker joked, his laugh filling the ship.

--

The walk had be silent and the tension was so thick, you could cut it with Hunter's vibroblade. You kicked at rocks on the path, trying to take your mind off of the clone walking beside you. It was hard to ignore him, it felt like there were things you had to talk about but you didn't know what. You didn't know where to start.

"I think they did that on purpose," Hunter suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"Did what?" You replied, looking at him for the first time since you started walking.

"Pushed us out together. I noticed how annoyed Echo and Tech were with our...arguing on the ship. They just want us to get over whatever's going on between us," he paused and stopped walking, turning to you. "Do you know what's going on between us?"

You stopped, but didn't turn to him. "I have no clue."

"Well clearly you do, because you've been fighting with me since I stepped into Cid's parlor. I don't understand why you hate me-"

"You don't understand?!" You cut him off, turning to him finally. "Let me jog your memory, sergeant. You decided to break my heart all for your precious war and Republic, but look where that got you. I was willing to go with you, I was willing to fight with you in the war, but you didn't let me! And what happened after the war? You didn't even try to look for me. You. Don't. Care-"

"I do care!" Hunter exclaimed, pulling his helmet off and letting it drop on the ground. "Don't you dare say I don't! That's why I left you, because I wanted you to be safe. Even though I know you can take care of yourself, the war was too dangerous. I didn't want you to get hurt or worse. I can't imagine what I'd do if I lost you..." He trailed off.

You sighed, then let out a dry laugh. "I still love you, you know? I never stopped."

"Then...why did you act like you hated me?" Hunter asked, stepping closer to you.

"Because I didn't want you to break my heart again. I didn't want to be hurt again."

"I never wanted to hurt you, I just wanted to protect you."

You took a step forward and closed the gap between you and Hunter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Hunter's arms quickly went around your waist and he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. One of your hands went to his hair, running through it.

When you eventually pulled away, you leaned your forehead against his and you sighed happily. "I missed you, Hunter."

"I missed you, too, cyar'ika."

[min-hikari]

YOONGI

 angel

he’s yours and you are his. you didn’t need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

arranged marriage, you think he cheat on you

as your boyfriend

basketball

Yoongi takes you to your first basketball game, but you have no idea what is going on...

better than me?

everyone on campus thinks you're soooo innocent, and that you're no match for yoongi's ways. they also want you, desperately, and think you'd drop yoongi in a heartbeat for them. if only they knew how wrong they are. 

call me oppa

Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough. 

can’t leave his sight

care for you

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

close to you

Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

comfort person

You overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy you are but he doesn’t know the reason why. When you distance yourself he starts to worry. 

corruption and master kink

crescendo

crush culture

“A hopeless romantic all my life...” Yoongi and Y/N have always had this weird relationship. They weren’t together but it was clear to everyone that they liked each other, except for each other. That’s when Bts comes in and saves the day but sadly these cupids are so dumb. 

daechwita

You used to be an assassin, got caught and works at the palace as a servant up until you are escorted to the main palace, either to meet your inevitable destiny or for a change of plans.

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

dating a super model

dating yoongi

direct

distracting himself with ur ass

doesn’t care

after having surprised your boyfriends on their vacation trip, an unexpected situation happens when you least expect it, hopefully, Yoongi does not care and is eager to help.

doll

You have a thing for Yoongi’s fingers but you’re too embarrassed to admit it.

drabble 05

where yoongi wouldn’t mind fucking you in the little dress you’re in than going to a stupid company event.

dream girl

part 2

escapism

how naive were you to think you found the one when it was so obvious that he was making a fool of you. But you weren't gonna sit around and mope while he's having fun with your so called best friend. Good thing  certain someone was more than happy to help you out. And it made you wonder that if you had chosen him since the very beginning, would you have not gotten hurt? 

envious

being married to a mafia leader wasn’t easy especially when you both had jealousy issues. 

fic list | daechwita AUs

first time

fuck being friends

as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

gangsta

rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention. 

teaser

part 1

part 2

part 3

hand kink

he cheated

high corn fructose syrup

Yoongi can only resist you for so long when you insist on staying late in his genius lab with that quick-witted mouth.

historical/royalty au

As the daughter of the military director, you’ve always had a liking towards the crown prince, Yoongi. Now, many years later, as your secretly in love with him, he’s secretly in love with you.

honey bunny

your boyfriend wasn’t one for romance, but a misunderstanding leads to an unforgettable Valentine’s day

honsool

the ongoing war between two countries has finally been settled once and for all after two decades. Emperor Min Yoongi now rules and he’s able to rest after five years of holding the throne, that is, when he orders to have a private session with the districts best — yet the dynamic of the encounter changes.

i will love you either way

Yoongi appreciates you more than you will ever know. 

i won’t let you go

inspire me, baby

Casually (or not so casually..) checking on your producer boyfriend, who’s been working all day, escalates a little after he told you about his current lack of inspiration.

just looking

king!au

you’re a governess, he’s a king, and you fall in love. that’s basically it. yoongi is murderous around everyone but you. mad king yoongi being soft for the reader etc, you get the gist, 

their courting + marriage as well as their first time 

Possessive king Yoongi

the day he almost lost you (and got something more) 

what he thinks of her after her pregnancy

yoongi said fuck traditions

yoongi being ‘ThAt’s My wIfE~”

Yoongi’s father + his past

“I wanna be just like my dad!”  queue panicked glances

When she asks Hoseok to teach her how to be a good lover

when she dies

kingdom come

Min Yoongi realizes that despite his efforts of keeping the reader safe, he cannot hide her forever. 

kisses, tongues, strawberries

let’s do it together

With yoongi's shoulder being in a sling, it's hard to be intimate with each other. Yoongi finds a way round this...

life with him as your idol boyfriend

loose lips

mafia!au

mafia!au redux

make me proud

With the release of his second mixtape and her album, the public are eating up the so-called chart rivalry between (Y/N) and Yoongi, desperately wanting to see one succeed over the other. But what they don’t know is that the two are happily together and are happily basking in each other’s success -- both literally and figuratively.

marry me, yoongi

when yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.  

mins’ grammy smut

morning

morning care

You care for your needy husband when he wakes you up when he’s horny.

mr.min

where you work at the company that’s owned by your ex, but the tension between the two of you gets a little out of hand.

my dearest queen

Yoongi, the King, was a ruthless man. Anyone he deemed a threat to or against the throne and his reign is simply beheaded, no questions asked. A man feared and respected through the country, arrogant, rough, cold-hearted, and labeled to be evil by some. And yet, not many knew of the complete change in attitude and demeanor when it was just him and his Queen, alone, where he could be himself, where he could be genuine.

narco!yoongi

need help

your husband Min Yoongi is off to work again but you miss his attention. he has been non stop working ever since he inherited his fathers company. tonight he comes home and asks you to help him with his burden, in reward he will give you something you guys have always wanted…

nsfw a-z

oblivious

do best friends normally have such lewd thoughts about each other?

rap sh!t

when your boyfriend yoongi starts to get recognition as an underground rapper he gets a little fame hungry, and cheats on you, putting an end to your 6 year relationship. 2 years later your friends beg you to attend a show in los angeles, and guess who's the opening headliner?

teaser

the reaper’s call

replay

Yoongi loves waking up beside you. Especially when mornings start with his tongue.

royalty!au

The destiny of two star-crossed lovers. The two of you came from different worlds. You were royalty and he was just a mere peasant but the two of you were in love. Everyone warned you that it wouldn’t work out but who listens to the naysayers?

scarface

unable to pay back his debt, your father sells you to the most ruthless drug lord in south korea as collateral, min yoongi-also known as agust d.

teaser

silent grace

chapter 1 : the ‘perfect’ family

Min Yoongi lives a pretty private life for the most part. He is rich and powerful. His name carries weight. He is one of the most feared men alive but he has a soft, sweet spot. You are his sweet spot. You are the one thing he swore to protect...even if it means lying to you...

About everything.

chapter 2 : secrets & property

Yoongi gets Namjoon and Seokjin to buy some property to make his 'job' look legit. Meanwhile, you have an odd encounter at work that rubs you the wrong way.  

chapter 3 : old friends, new enemies

Yoongi discovers someone from his past has had an encounter with you. He questions just how long he has before the truth comes to light.

chapter 4 : debts & misunderstandings

You and Yoongi get into a petty fight that stings over something you have no idea about. Yoongi's mask is starting to fall. Will he be able to catch it in time?

chapter 5 : a deadly favor (part 1/part 2/part 3)

this is where Yoongi’s mask starts to slip and he’s having difficulty keeping it straight. He knows his lies are going to catch up to him and it’s getting to him. Namjoon betrays Yoongi without knowing the extent of his betrayal. Yoongi’s dad is an ass here :/ Hoseok is closing in on you. This is where things are going downhill.

chapter 6 : the (half) truth

Yoongi's guilt is eating him alive and Hoseok can't leave well enough alone. Yoongi finally opens up to you but how honest can he be?

chapter 7 : the (half) truth: shattered trust

Yoongi finally opens up to you but how honest can he be? Min and Yoongi's mother has a brief talk about future plans. You finally meet the man whose life you saved. Jungkook has a new guard to work alongside him. 

sitting on his face/overstimulation

size kink/inexperienced

so close

words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fic in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.

spilling wine on u

spotlight

No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you. 

stay

Sneaking into the king’s quarters is as easy as breathing for you. The sneaking out though, might prove to be a little more difficult this time.

stormy nights

“A terrible storm forces you and your lover to stay inside. Luckily for you, Yoongi has the best ideas to pass the time. Candlelight, soft touches and Shibari.”  

surprise

y/n surprises Yoongi on tour

sweetheart

It’s an open secret in your friend group that Min Yoongi has a crush on you. You’ve never acted on it before, and neither has Yoongi. Until one night, when your teasing goes too far.

taste of his own medicine

You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

teasing and getting you all worked up

trying to running away from mariage

tumblr prompt

unexpected lovers

what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

part 1

where you belong

whisper of the heart

who’s your king?

“Does this please you, my king?”. Your very words would be his undoing. King. My king. You said it like a prayer to the highest power.

yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he’s pimped out, his girl gotta be too

yoongi this, yoongi that

yoonseon era

what happens when you find yourself getting dragged back in time and if that wasn't enough you ended up in some weird joseon era and a tyrant King who seems to have some plans set for you already. 

part 1

you better figure it out

part 1

You’re finally visiting your boyfriend Yoongi while he’s on tour. A simple good deed turns into cheating accusations and a relationship that might not survive. 

part 2

Yoongi can’t figure out a way to prove to you that he never cheated. When you hear stories about his encounters with other women it starts to make you question your decision. 

you don’t want to fall in love with me

Your best friend Yoongi just confessed his feeling for you. You leave him standing there even though you feel the same way. He deserves someone better. 

yours to keep

[quartztwst]

dear quartz,

i love azul more than you do. i treat him WAY better than you ever could. he literally lives with me and late at night we're both asleep in (THE SAME) bed, i spoon him (ROMANTICALLY) and hold him tight to keep all the nightmares and monsters away. 😾 and then as soon as he wakes up, i have a full 3 course 5 star michelin worthy breakfast waiting for him right at the dinner table in front of his super comfy ultra soft extremely expensive chair. (which i will be sitting in and he'll be on my lap ROMANTICALLY) and once my perfect wife finishes eating, ill help him with all of his (boring) paperwork and attend to his every need while hes busy making us some money. once my beautiful amazing sweet adorable wife finishes his work and hes finally able to listen to me and spend time with me, we go out for lunch (ROMANTICALLY) at the most expensive restaurant in the world where they make food without calories that actually tastes good. (im paying of course i cant have my wife paying for us on a date) as soon as we get home, we do some gardening in our backyard and i plant all of my wifes favorite flowers so that i can make him an ultimate bouquet on our anniversary. (ROMANTICALLY) after a tiring long while of gardening, i bring my wife inside and cook dinner for him. while he works on his business papers, im in the kitchen cooking up a nice and delicious meal just for my beautiful wife. in 0.1 seconds, i finish cooking (because i cant have my wife waiting ofc) and we both eat and feed eachother little bites. (ROMANTICALLY) as soon as dinner is finished, we both get up and wash the dishes together. my wife insisted on helping me because he loves me (hes so sweet and nice and perfect) while washing the dishes, we playfully (AND ROMANTICALLY) splash water at eachother and play with the soup bubbles a bit. as soon as dishes are done, we watch his favorite movie ever (its called barbie and the three musketeers) and cuddle up on the couch with my arms around his waist and his head on my shoulder. (ROMANTICALLY) as soon as he falls asleep on the couch i immediately carry him up to our bedroom and gently put him to bed, careful not to wake him up. i then go to bed myself and spoon my wife in my arms until its time to wake up tomorrow. (ROMANTICALLY)

anygays this is one of ur anon pookies so guess who!! :3

Omg that's super cute

If me and azul were even friends, I'd smack him on the back of the neck and hold his hand 🥺🥺

Am I romantic enough like you?? 🥺🥺🥺

[yersina]

i absolutely love your writing!! thanks for ur wonderful contributions to the sclass tag <3 very open-ended prompt: hyj & cooking?

♪( ´▽｀) thank you so much!! I’m so happy that you’re enjoying 💛

~~~

Yoojin doesn’t particularly enjoy cooking. It’s more accurate to say that he enjoys the results of cooking—he likes the feeling of setting a completed dish on the table, likes looking over and seeing that Yoohyun is eating well. But the actual process of preparing the ingredients, making sure that the seasoning is correct, washing everything clean afterwards… It’s tedious.

After dungeons start appearing and Yoohyun leaves to become a hunter, cooking starts to become more and more of a chore. Yoojin’s wallet can’t quite handle getting delivery for every meal, but there are some days where he can’t stand the thought of standing in the kitchen for even half an hour to make dinner and he has to reach for his phone. After the regression, well, what else is he going to do with Yoohyun’s fortune if not waste it on unnecessary take-out?

He’s prepared to do the same when he offers for Myeongwoo to live with him. As much as Yoojin has put in the effort of weaving the lie of them being long-lost friends, they’re still essentially strangers. He doubts they’re close enough to sit down and have meals together.

As it turns out, though, Myeongwoo is more than happy to cook for the both of them, and he’s good at it. Far better than Yoojin ever was.

Myeongwoo must like to cook, Yoojin thinks. How else could he make food that tastes so good? He sneaks another guilty bite of oi muchim from the container in the fridge.

He doesn’t even like cucumbers that much.

Myeongwoo keeps leaving food for Yoojin to find, and Yoojin gradually gets used to having food at home to come back to, to having that guarantee even if he didn’t quite ask for it. It’s a new experience, being able to come home to a home-cooked meal, made by someone who put in the effort and time into making something for him to eat. At the very least, it saves Yoojin from having to think of something to eat for dinner.

As much as he enjoys the ease of eating Myeongwoo’s carefully prepared dishes, though, it leaves him feeling guilty every time that he does. He’s lied to the man about being his friend, dragged him into being a part of Haeyeon, and now keeps eating his food? That’s a bit unfair, even for Yoojin. But he never actually manages to catch Myeongwoo in the act of cooking and Myeongwoo absolutely refuses to accept any of Yoojin’s offers to pay for groceries, even when Yoojin says that it’s Yoohyun’s money.

It becomes a concern that Yoojin uneasily lets fade to the back of his mind, there but not pressing, until one day he comes back earlier than usual to the sound of chopping.

“Let me help you!” Yoojin blurts out as soon as he sees Myeongwoo in the kitchen. He’s still holding Peace in his arms and he’s pretty sure he’s still sweaty from running around all day training him, but Myeongwoo is there, in the kitchen, and Yoojin can help him.

“Are you sure?” Myeongwoo asks tentatively, looking down at the half-chopped carrot on his cutting board. “I just got started, and it’s just fried rice.”

Yoojin claps his hands together decisively, fighting the temptation to fistpump. “Even better. Here, let me put Peace down first and wash my hands, and then I’ll join you.”

He rushes through his daily coming-home routine in record time and five minutes later, he’s plucking the onion from Myeongwoo’s grasp. “You’re planning on dicing this, right?”

“Yeah.” Myeongwoo’s eyes trail the onion like a dog following a treat. “Are you sure you’re okay with helping? I can do it on my own.”

Yoojin frowns. Maybe Myeongwoo is the type of person who likes to work alone? “If you’d rather do it on your own, I won’t disrupt you, but I’ve been looking for an opportunity to help for a while. I just haven’t been able to yet.”

“Oh.” To Yoojin’s confusion, Myeongwoo looks to the side and… blushes? “I don’t mind the help then. If it’s okay with you.”

Yoojin beams. “Great.”

He begins dicing the onion while Myeongwoo finishes up with the carrot. Yoohyun is the only other person that Yoojin has ever worked with in a kitchen before, and even then, it was more supervision and direction on Yoojin’s part than collaboration. It’s different with Myeongwoo, though. When he finishes with the onion, Myeongwoo is already handing him a zucchini. While Myeongwoo is heating the oil, Yoojin grabs gochujang from the fridge. It feels like a choreographed dance, except they’re discovering the steps as they go.

After Myeongwoo sweeps the onion into the pan, he gives Yoojin an uncertain smile. “Is something funny?”

Huh. “No, it’s nothing,” Yoojin says, attention abruptly drawn to the unconscious smile on his own face. “I’m just happy.”

This is the most fun he’s ever had while cooking.

“Oh! Well, I’m glad, then.” Myeongwoo prods the onions, which give a satisfying sizzle. “Do you want to fry up two eggs?”

“Sure.”

Somehow, Myeongwoo conducts some type of sorcery to have the fried rice done at the same time that Yoojin finishes with the eggs, and manages to plate everything just on time for Yoojin to slide an egg on top of each bowl. It’s just kimchi fried rice with an egg on top, but Yoojin is… He’s happy. Excited.

“Let’s eat,” he tells Myeongwoo. He gets another confused smile in return for the helpless grin still on his face, but Yoojin can’t get himself to stop even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to.

There’s warmth in his heart and happiness in his home, and that’s all he’s ever asked for.

[kayla-kai]

As Below, So Above: 4. Iyara

“I still can’t believe you had an oxygen pack,” Iyara was always awed with Elaava’s preparedness. 

“My previous job was going to just throw it out. Little bit of fixing, and it’s fine. And with the second mask, now we can both go out together.”

“How long is the tether?”

“Well, yeah,” Elaava picked the mask off her table to show off the length of the tube. It wasn’t attached to the pack yet. “It’s not very long, we’ll have to stay close.”

“It seems unsafe that they don’t already have a second tube. What if something happens to someone’s air pack in the field? It’s harder to save them if you have to share.”

“The higher ups never care about their employees, as long as the work gets done and they can cut costs.”

Elaava replaced the output on the tank to a spliced fitting, and added a gasket to the second output. She then screwed the two tubes back on, and put the masks in the pack. The pack wouldn’t last as long with both of them using it, but they’d also be able to work twice as fast. 

“One of us will have to scout the jungle before we both go out together,” Elaava said.

“Is that really all we can do? Hunt for ur-bees?”

Elaava smiled. “You want more?”

“I just mean we can’t keep doing this forever, and I want to make sure I can look after my family.”

“Don’t worry, in two weeks the soybean crop will be ready. I have everything we need to process them into candles.”

“You want to steal directly from the farm?”

“And in the meantime, we’ve gathered everything we need to make our own beehive! After this last scout, no more hunting.” 

“Great! We won’t have to worry about sustainability.” 

“Tonight we have to bring all the bee-hut supplies out to the forest. I’ll be relying on your strength.”

“Sure,” Iyara beamed, and laughed. 

Jannah was waiting at the table when Iyara came home. She had a candle lit, and the light bounced off the small one room abode. Their father was sleeping in his cot, turned towards the candlelight. His features seemed less hollow lately, but maybe that was just because they didn’t have to assess his health in brief, dim light that made his cheeks seem more angular than they actually were.

Turning their stolen beeswax into candles had given Iyara something to trade or sell. Most of the family’s money still went to medicine for their father, but now they at least usually had bread to put on the table, and they didn’t have to choose between light or rent. 

Even once Iyara’s family was more stable, either when Jannah was able to find a new job or their father recovered, Iyara wanted to keep working with Elaava, join her in her quest to light up the slums. Having a stable source of wax would allow them to be more liberal in their distribution, and maybe they could help even more people. 

“How are the bees?” Jannah spoke from her spot at the table. Iyara nearly jumped, he was so startled by the question. How did she know about the beehive they were building? 

“W-what bees?” Iyara tried to sound innocent, in a way he was sure was horribly unconvincing. 

“The bees around the farm, you’ve been coming home with a lot of stings lately, since that day you made us honeyed mango.”

“Oh, yeah, they’re lots of nests right now.”

Jannah whispered, even though the stone and dirt walls stopped any sound, from leaving the apartment. “I know I was the one who asked you to bend the rules, but you aren’t doing anything dangerous, are you?”

“No,” Iyara said, and when Jannah looked unconvinced, repeated, “No, of course not. Everything I do is for us, for the family.”

“Okay,” she said softly. 

“How’s dad been?” 

Since she lost her job, Jannah had been doing her best at home to take care of him. Iyara knew she didn’t have must of a healer’s hand, but it was good that someone was taking care of him. Iyara would much prefer to do it, but there were always would-be farmers vying for jobs, and if he had taken any time off, he would be quickly replaced. 

“He’s mostly the same. Marje says she’s got something that should work better, but it’s expensive. But in the meantime, if there are bees, she says honey could help.”

“I’ll make sure to pick some more up. We can make honey tea.”

“There is good news though, I have a job interview coming up.”

“That’s great!” Iyara hugged his sister in her chair, and sat down across from her. “Where?”

“It’s for the Tip, as an electrician. Or an apprentice, I mean. Just manual labour mostly, messing with wires and installing plugs in homes near the bottom floors.”

“That’s incredible. I always said you were good with wires.” The Tip was the company that operated out of the bottom level of the pyramid. They were the ones that provided electricity to the entire settlement. 

“I’ve passed the preliminary paperwork, and an aptitude test. All that’s left is the interview.”

If Jannah managed to get that job, the family would be set. It wasn’t the highest paying job, but it had security, in a way her last job didn’t. They would never have to worry about buying medicine again, never have to live on bread alone ever again. It could change the family’s lives. Of course, Iyara couldn’t say that, wasn’t willing to put all of the pressure on his sister like that. That was supposed to be his burden.

So instead, all Iyara could say was, “I bet you’ll do great.”

[fighting4ml]

That type where we fit G. Like two pieces to a puzzle. Like you seen them you see me. You see me you see a version of them. Where we put you first G. You being the foundation. That type where we water each other and thus grow together. Where we both mutually are in it. Mind body soul. I’m not saying we always gotta come 100/100 but when I have the 20 he can be 80 and when he’s low on 20 I have 80 to hold us down. That type where we are infatuated with each others mind, soul and growth as a human being. Always wanting and striving for each others best self. Working better together than apart. That unconditional maybe a lil unconventional but works perfectly for us type of love. That type where my hair stands up when you brush up against me or I hear your voice, where your heart skips a beat and ur dick jumps at the sound of mine or the scent of my skin. That type where we can let our guard down with each other. See each other. Be ourselves, be a kid in an amazement park w access to all da rides. Where we go on adventures, we’re each others person. We want to be around each other 25/8 not in a bad way but in a way where I genuinely trust, care and love this persons company and I just want that wherever I go. Someone where their intellect and way of being inspires me and my intellect intrigues every fiber of his being and motivates his soul. That type where we got each others back, front, right and left bitch you come at us at any side or point n time ur getting delt with. Male or female. That type where both our minds, bodies and souls are committed to seeing this life shit through with each other. The good, great, bad and amazing. That type where the intimacy is 😘🤌🏽 top tier. The eye contact, the attention to detail, the admiration, the sensitivity to each others senses. We work as an amazing team. In every sense of the way, even have a slight competitive edge in giving to each other, where we want to give emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually, financially. We want to see and help and make sure each other win. Something where it’s magic G ✨ when we kiss, touch, make love it’s like the stars shine a lil brighter, the moon shines a lil harder and the sun comes out a lil more the next day. Manifestations come in at a lightening speed, money follows us and God you clearly guide us. It becomes an us. Not just me anymore, not just him. But us. But home. That type of love where it reflects on us and each other the growth, the glow, the warmth. That fire. I want all that. I want him to not be able to keep his hands off me. Like we just go together. Attract to each other like magnets. The sex is more like a ritual a consistent, craved desire that only each other can fill. That love where a million ppl made you smile but you only feel the most comfort when I do it, thousands of ppl could’ve kissed this spot but you ain’t feel it til I kissed you there. Hundreds of bitches could’ve rode that dick but only I can take you to space when I do it, only I can make you see when you slide in me and it’s deeper than sex cause you realize they could come by the 10’s and 20’s but still ain’t no one like me. And I see it in you. It’s more than vision baby. I believe in you. And you in me. Its an us ting 🫶🏽

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Hi! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I may request something for Father Figure Frank Castle? May I request Father Figure Frank Castle/The Punisher x Archer daughter reader (shes like Kate bishop) 100% platonic

Frank Castle

W/ Archer Daughter

Reader: female

Type:Headcanons + short scenarios

Notes: Peter, Kate, Pietro, Clint and Green arrow Cameo

Warnings: none

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He actually thought it was funny at first

Seeing you with such a weapon,

But when he sees you use it

Frank's impressed none the less

And is also glad you can protect yourself

Goes to all your tournaments even if he's gotta hide a bit

Definitely helps you set up a scope on your bow

Only allows you to come along for "missions" if you stay far and out of sight

Haha bow Sniping time

Fought Kate Bishop and Hawkeye?

OH ABSOLUTELY

You wrecked both of them 101%

That was till you're all on the same team

You still rocked there shit though

"You're like...super cool and super good looking."

"Um." Y/n spoke, "thanks..."

Basically Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson but you got bows, and your not lawyers.

Still pretty cool though

I know Pietro, Kate, and Peter time lines don't all line up correctly but we gonna make it happen anyways.

Kate's 101% your best friend, and the only one you only get to talk about "work" to thats not Frank.

When it's just you and Frank you often watched from the roofs, snipping out any near by enemies

You don't exactly have the money to buy arrows or bows, so everythings hand made

He always patches you up after bows you were building snapped in half and right in your face

You're intials are carved into the bows and so are his.

Father daughter bounding; making weapons! Yay!

Yet another mistake in the teamwork section you're knocked over after knocking and arrow and groaning as you lay on you're back

"Bet you didn't see that coming" he laughed, catching a glimpse of the teen your age, he was handsome, but soon he was gone

"Yay..." y/n Groaned, "You better run pretty boy..."

"Y/n?" Clint asked, "What the hell you doing?"

"Pretty fast boy, double take...don't tell dad."

"White hair."

"Yep... " Y/n spoke sitting up, "nope gonna stay down."

So now your introduced to everyone.

You bet Pietro got his ass beat by Frank before though.

"Wait wait! You're in my bio chem class!"

"Peter Parker!?"

"Yeah! Hey!" He laughed nervously jazz hands in the air.

Great: there's more kids now

Clint and Frank being dads against there wills

But you'll always be Frank's #1 priority, it's not playing favorites- well- it's just different

Like burning building? You inside? Runs in

Bullet coming towards you despite having armour? Jumps infront of you

Will use your own bow against you if he has too

What? Found you and Pietro making out on a roof top?

Definitely shoots an arrow way to close to comfort, lucky shots.

You actually teach him how to use it just in case.

God your so bossy when you teach, he actually teases you about it.

He'll never be as good as you.

Archer Teir list:

The best of the best: Hawkeye/Clint Barton

Im basically the best of the best but too young: Y/n Castle

Im just right behind: Kate

Rather just not: Peter, Pietro

Would stab you with your own arrow instead: Frank Castle

What? What's that? Someone trying to make a move on your dad

Arrow

Thats all

Probally fought Green Arrow at some point

Eating things off your arrows, roasted Marshmallows, an apple you skewed, idk a hot dog.

Super unsanitary but you still do it

You're bow because its hand wood crafted by you and ur pops, has alot of carvings in it due to being board

You bet Pietro's initials and yours are carved in it with a heart

For you're birthday Kate actually surpised you with a super super fucking expensive bow

Frank won't say it; but damn did he love that wooden bow you guys made together.

Lots of good memories.

"Oh...kate. it's great but-"

"Oh! No! No! You don't have to use it! It's back up! I know your's is like super special!"

You're heart 😭

Peter also like made you web arrows, which your super excited about

And Pietro felt kinda stupid, he made this little beaded flowers for you for your bow.

You put it on right away and kiss him, but Frank drags you away as you complain.

Frank purposely separates you and Pietro

But now he's stuck between you guys making lovey eyes at one another

And you force him to stay there: he picked this battle: he lost

It's almost like a little family dinner real late at night at some crappy dinner.

You'd never think some wooden sticks and a stick with a string on it would get you so far in life, make you so happy

"Wow can shoot an arrow at a target from 1000 feet but cant make the paper goal."

You're determined to flick that peice of hard bacon inebtween Peter's little finger goal

And when you finally do it the whole tables celebrating you

"Thank you! Thank you! Kiss for the winner-"

"No-"

"Damn it!"

Yeah this is the life: even if it knocks you down sometimes. You're glad Archery's given you thr chance to built more upon the father daughter realtionship you have with Frank

After long missions you'll lay your head either on his shoulder on in his lap he tell you: "you did good kid. You did good kid" always makes you sleep easy

Say a bad dream happened: like you almost lost him, so you're 17 year old ass will go check on him and end up just sleeping in his bed with him he's holding you proactively

Even if you're 80 years old your still his little girl.

And he knows. He knows you can protect yourself, bow and arrow and all.

It doesn't stop him from wanting to protect you.

[allisonlol]

Chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, and dazai with a gamer! S/o?

a/n: as a fellow gamer, i love this req !! 🥳

warnings: none!

(Chuuya, Atsushi, Aku, Dazai) with a Gamer S/O

Chuuya

tbh he doesn’t really see the hype behind video games but as long as it makes you happy, he’s happy 😭

in fact he’s rather impressed by your fast reflexes & quick thinking while you’re playing

he’ll never say no if you ask him to play some with you either

beware tho because he WILL rage if you guys lose

(in fact this is the number one reason why he doesn’t like video games - it sets off his temper too easily 💀)

i feel like he’d prefer call of duty or overwatch the most (…😟) and will insist you guys play those together if you offer

if someone’s ever rude to you in voice chat he SNATCHES the mic away from you and cusses the other person out 😭 starts THREATENING them too like chuuya sweetie it wasn’t that deep-

probably gets you banned from multiple servers for this

has also rage-thrown one of your controllers before and it snapped in half (dw he bought you like three new ones to make up for it-)

that’s why it’s better for him to just…watch you play rather than actually join in 😁

Atsushi

he has such a genuine interest in anything that you do, so of course he loves seeing you play your video games :)

loves when you play animal crossing & will always ask to see your progress and whatnot

you end up buying him a switch so the two of you can play together and- it is the most precious thing omg 😭

always visits your island to run around & help you out with various tasks

sends you little gifts in the game too, like fruit or tools you may need. also plants little flower gardens around your island <3

GIVES YOU ALL OF HIS BELLS 😭 like no bby pls keep ur money !!

besides animal crossing, atsushi also likes watching you play mario kart

cheers you on from over your shoulder the whole time

“if only you were this good at driving in real life !!”

he didn’t mean that omg he was just thinking out loud 😦

Akutagawa

oh lord

he’ll pretend to care but honestly finds video games useless

subtly hints that you should spend your time doing something more productive but…you don’t listen 🙄 (i wouldn’t either it’s ok)

after some time he may warm up to it a bit

will pretend to be doing something else while actually watching you play ur games 👀

gradually works his way over to sit next to you…don’t comment on this or he’ll leave immediately

likes when you play horror games the most, like outlast or resident evil (same)

is SUCH a backseat gamer 🙄 gets really nervous watching and orders you around about what you should do next-

literally hovers directly over your shoulder…he’s stressing omg

this results in you dying in the game and the both of you SCREAM at the jumpscare 💀

you offer for him to give it a go but he’ll have no clue on how to use the controller and will just end up shoving it back into ur hands

Dazai

another one who’s super into anything ur interested in

loves watching you play and thinks it’s adorable how concentrated you get

ALWAYS asks if he can play the games with you 😭 you’d be a fool to tell him no because he’s actually super good at them like tf-

a menace honestly. the gaming community fears him

likes to play gta and mortal kombat with you the most

the two of you wreck absolute HAVOC in gta…fr unstoppable together 💀

watch out bc not even you are safe from dazai in games

he’ll turn on you in seconds…jokingly of course

mf just likes to win 🙄 not saying he’ll be able to beat you tho…

he gets so nervous if you play any kind of horror game that it’s almost cute

throws the controller when he gets jumpscared and starts whining about how he wants you to play a different game

an easy way to get him to leave you alone if that’s ever what u wanted 💀

a/n: finally finishing this up at 5am but omg. this req made my day

song i listened to while writing: bite marks by au/ra

Thank you!

[ijustwant2write]

Reconnect-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @peakystitches​)

Masterlist

Tags: @captivatedbycillianmurphy​ @jenepleurepasbaby​ @amirahiddleston​ @bloodorangemoonlight @haphazardhufflepuff​ @mzcrazy2​

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! May i request an either tommy or finn shelby x reader? (Whicheverr one u think suits best) for this prompt i found: character A and B have been in a longterm relationship and nothing can get in between, until one day something does and they drift away. But then they reconnect emotionally and everything feels like the first time again (first kiss, first meal together etc) 🙏🏼💜 i love ur writing thank u’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, finance issues, drinking, fluff

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"Finn, is that you?" I called out from our bedroom as I heard the front door open. I tensed up when I didn't hear a reply, only to let out a sigh when I heard him giggling.

He was drunk again, it happened almost every week now. Tommy would have given him something important to do for the gang, and whether or not Finn succeeded with that task, he would go out and celebrate with his mates. I would sometimes tag along if I wasn't tired from the week of working, but after seeing our finances, I realised we needed to stop acting like teenagers and start saving wisely.

"Hello my gorgeous girl." he slurred out as he entered the room.

"Hello Finn." I replied as I received a sloppy kiss to my forehead.

He flopped down beside me in bed, taking the book out of my hands and throwing it to the floor. Finn wrapped his arms around me, snuggling into my lap. I took off his hat, stroking back his hair. He was cold from the brisk walk home, causing me to shiver.

“You should have come out tonight." he said.

"I got off work late."

"He kept you again?"

"No, I decided to stay."

"Why? You always say you're tired."

"I'm tired because I'm picking up extra shifts and hours so that we can start saving up for a house."

"I've told you, we don't need to worry about that. Business is good."

"Finn, we're not going to be given the money. We have to earn it."

"Tommy will help us."

"He might help but he won't give us a lot. And even if he did hand us a house, we've got to have enough money for the bills, furniture-"

"It will be fine."

"Finn, we've not even had our wedding yet!"

We had been engaged for half a year. We were wanting to be married sooner, but problems arose with the Peaky Blinders it distracted us both from it, especially since our lives were in danger. I desperately wanted to have enough money for the wedding and house, though it looked like it was going to be one or the other at this point.

"What's wrong with the flat?" Finn now sat up.

"Did you seriously ask me that question? There's only so much I can do to this dump to make it look somewhat liveable. It just doesn't feel like home."

"We'll get the money. Don't worry. Look, look," he took my hands in his,"we will get a house. I promise. And believe me, I want to marry you as soon as I can, there needs to be another ring on that finger. And I need to see my name at the end of yours."

I stupidly believed him. Those adoring eyes I once trusted had lied to me. Finn kept his promise for a week at max, soon breaking it. I didn't mind him going out with friends, we both needed to socialise, I just disagreed with the amount of times he was out and the amount of drinks he was buying each night. He would always offer to get the next round, and although he was a Shelby, the discounts didn't make much difference at the end of the night. I decided I had to go with him to ensure that our money wasn't being poured away, struggling to stay awake for those long nights, and making work even harder every day. It was impossible to keep an eye on him like that.

Usually Finn would tell me if he was going out that night so I wouldn't worry. That stopped too. My mind was never at ease. How did I know he wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere after a job gone wrong? Or what if he was trapped somewhere by a rival gang? I could only rest when he returned, which he always luckily did. I pretended to be asleep, trying to not push him away as he slipped his arms around me, cuddling me for the rest of the night. My patience began to grow thin. I was too scared to speak up about it, worried that we would just end up having an argument. However, I knew we would have to bring it up soon, because our money was only disappearing instead of increasing.

One morning when I was leaving for work, I noticed that the drawer we locked our savings away in was slightly ajar, meaning someone had unlocked it and stupidly left it open. Of course it had to be Finn, no one had broken in during the night. My eyes widened when I saw how much he had taken, enraged that he would think me so foolish. Why would he take the money without asking? What was he using it for?

As I stormed towards the shop, I heard whooping from men in a car further up the street. My face turned into a deep frown when I recognised the car, managing to catch a glimpse of the people in it. They hadn't seen me, and I had to make sure my eyes were deceiving me.

I didn't care about the looks on me as I burst through into the shop, making a beeline for Polly's office. I harshly knocked on the door, entering when she called me.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" she asked, a lit cigarette in hand.

"Where's Finn?"

"Off out with his brothers, why?"

"Where are they going?"

"To the races."

I scoffed, placing a hand on my head in defeat.

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"He told me he would be in the office all day today."

"So? Things change."

"No, he specifically told me that. I never even asked about it. He made a point meaning he didn't want to risk me waltzing in. That means he's hiding something."

"(Y/N), they're only going to bet on horses today. They're mingling."

"They're betting today?!"

She stood, putting a hand on her hip."What am I missing here?"

"Pol, he's using money that we don't have! I need a car, I need to get to him."

"Look, even if my nephew is being the biggest idiot, it's a bad idea to go there."

"Why?"

Her eyes widened."Don't snap at me young lady."

"I'm sorry, I just, I just know he's going to be stupid with what little money we have at the minute."

Polly was silent for a few seconds, and I didn't know if she was just staring me out, trying to make me leave. Perhaps she didn't think it was anything to worry over. But it was to me. She surprised me when she went into one of her drawers, pulling out a set of keys.

"Come on. I'll get one of the girls to call your work, say you're sick."

I tightly clasped my hands together as Polly drove. I was furious, trying to think of what to say to Finn when I got there. He stole our money. He went behind my back, gambling away the money we worked hard to earn. I had never said it, but Finn had it much easier than I did. For one, he worked with family, and although I liked my job, the boss could sometimes be an arsehole; second, he earned a lot more than me, so he was the bigger breadwinner between us, but I worked longer hours. Yes, he was in a gang meaning he had more days where his life was under threat, but he seemed to be having a jolly good time anyway. Really, it wouldn't have mattered who worked longer or harder, or who earned more, it was still our money to spend on our house.

As soon as Polly parked up, I was straight out of the car. She quickly followed grabbing my arm and warning me to not get lost in the crowds. I couldn't make a scene, especially since there could be potential business partners or enemies about. I refrained from rolling my eyes, knowing she was right but also knowing that I would find it extremely hard to not scream at Finn.

Polly guided me to where the men would be, ignoring the shoving and shouting. I wished for her to walk quicker. We swiftly entered the posher boxes, almost stopped by a doorman until his accomplice shut him up. I even heard him whisper 'That's Polly Gray you idiot.', the one time I was glad we had a reputation. She only paused to scan the room for the boys but I spotted them first. Quickly moving past her, I couldn't stop my fists from clenching, seeing Finn joyfully drinking and laughing with his brothers only added fire to my fury.

"Finn!" I snapped, quickly catching his attention.

"(Y/N)?" he exclaimed, struggling to stand and clattering the plates and glasses on the table."W-what are you doing here?"

"Stopping you from spending our money like a fucking idiot! Where is it?"

"Oh, Finn boy is in the doghouse." John chuckled.

"Shut up!" I fiercely pointed at him.

"Where's what?" Finn brought me back.

"Our money!"

"I told you, you do this outside." Polly warned, shoving Finn in that direction, and I knew I had to follow him.

Luckily, we were left alone. Finn continued on, finding someplace we would be alone. Once we were in the clear, the distant roar of the crowds covering our conversation, I saw him sigh quietly, running a hand down his face when he realised what was coming.

"Where's the money Finn?" I asked, calmer but with a mean tone.

"Let me explain first.”

"Explain how you took our money without asking? How you just waltzed out this morning without consulting me?"

"Tommy said that there was a good chance, a very good chance that this horse would win, and I thought it would help us if we put our money on it. Imagine how much we'll have if it wins!"

"If it wins Finn, if! You're gambling our money, why would you do something like that?"

"Because you went on about not having enough money! And here I am trying to help!"

My mouth dropped open in shock."You really don’t see the problem here."

"No, actually, I don't." he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Finn, you stole money from the drawer! You then go behind my back and bet it away. Have you thought about what we'll do if that horse loses?"

"But it won't, Tommy said."

"And what if Tommy is wrong this time? Also, don't pin this on your brother, I know he hasn't even suggested this idea."

"I'm not-urgh!" Finn groaned."Why don't you trust me?"

"I can't trust a gamble Finn. I don't think you realise how many nights I've spent lying awake, worried that we'll never have enough for our own home, and thinking that you don't even care anymore."

"Of course I care. This is why I've bet the money."

"How is this not getting in your head?"

"(Y/N)," he took my hands in his, but I couldn't even look at him,"in a few minutes we will hear them announce the winner, and we will start jumping for joy when we realise how much money we're going to get back, and we're going to be so much closer to getting our home."

"Finn, I desperately want to believe that. But even if we do win, you're in deep trouble." I took my hands away from him, turning around. I couldn't even look at my own fiance.

On queue, we heard a man come over the intercom, it was muffled to me but I knew Finn was listening intensely. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched for his reaction, turning around fully when I saw his expression. We had lost. We lost all that money.

"How could you be so fucking stupid?!" I screamed at him, throwing slaps onto his chest."Why couldn't you just listen to me? I don't understand why you had to lie to me Finn!"

I broke down crying, shoving him away from me. My sobs were loud but I didn't care. Finn could watch, see how much he upset me. My heart sank at the thought of it all gone, Finn had left scarcely any money in the drawer back at the flat.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Finn pathetically said.

"You know how you always go on about your family never trusting you enough for the big jobs? That you never get to go out with them and help? This is why. Because you do things like this, you fuck everything up Finn. Fuck!" I wiped away my tears, even though more spilled out."You know I've always stuck beside you, but this is the last straw Finn. I can't be with someone who doesn't want to put effort into their future."

"What are you saying? (Y/N), I can fix this. I promise I'll get the money back, I'll-"

"How? That took us so long to build that up. And you were spending our money almost every night on useless drinking. I can't Finn, I can't live like that anymore."

He ducked his head, and I almost wanted him to say something. When he didn't, I knew what I had to do.

I took a deep breath before speaking."I'm going home. I suggest you stay at Polly's tonight."

"Let me take you home-"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Tommy suddenly appeared, he, his brothers and Polly approaching.

"Your nephew, your brother, just gave away almost all of our money betting on a horse. Not only that, but he took the money without telling me. That was money for a house." I angrily explained.

"Is that true Finn?"

Finn shamefully nodded.

"We can get you your money back (Y/N)."

"It's not about that Tom. He's lied to me. He promised me he wouldn't spend our money every week, yet he did. And then he takes our money without asking me about it first."

"I'll fix it (Y/N), I promise I will." Finn was begging at this point.

"Another promise that you're bound to break. I've had enough today."

"Let's get you home love." Polly said, putting a stop to this argument as she stepped forward, taking me under her arm.

Finn didn't come home that night. I didn't sleep. I was sat at the tiny dining table, staring at the ring on my finger, wondering what to do. It broke my heart to think about leaving him, but it also broke my heart thinking about how reckless he had been. Did I really want to be marrying someone who acted like this? Would he mature? My heart wanted to believe he would, but my mind kept telling me that today confirmed he wouldn't. That was one of the worst nights of my life.

                                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I couldn't stand this job any longer. But it was the only thing keeping me alive. It was crappy work, the pay was just above minimum, enough for me to buy food, pay my rent and have the tiniest amount left over. Saving up money was hard when it was just you. Even after two years, I didn't have enough to consider looking at places of my own, or with less roommates. It was exhausting keeping up with these girls I lived with, there were 6 of us altogether. It was a big change when I moved away from Small Heath.

"You ready (Y/N)?" one of my roommates called out to me as I finished applying my lipstick.

"Just a second!" I replied, checking myself in the mirror.

It was the rare occasion that I was going out with them, the one time we could all go out together at all. I was looking forward to a few drinks, and although that sounded hypocritical, I realised that I had to have a night or two in at least a month to relieve myself of the stress I put upon myself.

We arrived at the small club we always went to, it had the cheapest drinks this side of town. We all shivered in the cold weather, walking as fast as we could to make it to the club. The warmth was very welcome, as well as the loud music that drew us further in. It was the usual routine, a few of us grab a table, the others get the drinks in, then we would all make our way to the dance floor. Hours passed, and I had to get away from the heat coming from the dancing, stepping back towards our table to get a drink. I saw my roommate stumbling in the direction of the bar, rolling my eyes as I went to help her, perhaps getting a drink whilst I was there. However, once I got closer, I stared at the man she was starting to flirt with.

"Isaiah?" I said as I got closer.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled, bringing me in for a hug.

"You two know each other?" my roommate asked, looking disappointed.

"He's an old friend. Just that, nothing else."

Isaiah let me go."How long has it been? Two years?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, two years. What are you doing here?"

"Business. Nothing dangerous though, you girls are still in for a good night. Especially you if you're good." he winked to my roommate.

"Is he...is he here?" my voice suddenly went shaky, and I felt almost completely sober.

Isaiah's playful nature dropped."Uh, he is. He's really misses you (Y/N). Hasn't even looked at another girl since you left. He's just not been the same." I wasn't sure how to reply.

"I can't not tell him I saw you. Imagine if he found out, he would be so upset with me."

"I know. I wouldn't want to hurt your friendship."

"Maybe you should see him. It might do you both some good."

"Or the opposite."

"He still loves you. Even if you don't feel the same, it could bring closure. But I know you (Y/N), I can tell what you're thinking."

"You were always annoying like that."

"He's out front, in the corridor. That's all I'm going to say."

I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make my mind up."Well, this one is a handful, just so you know."

"I think I can handle her." Isaiah smirked.

"I was warning her about you."

I giggled at his reaction, walking away and leaving him in his natural habitat of flirting. But as soon as I turned around, my stomach dropped, nerves filling up my entire body. He was here. I hadn't seen him for two years, though I thought about him everyday. Would he look different? Did I look different? What was he going to say? What was I going to say? My brain didn't want to think of any words, maybe I was about to babble absolute nonsense to him.

Upon seeing him, my throat tightened, the cool air slapping me in the face; oh, now I was sober. He hadn't noticed yet, leaning up against a wall, hands in his pockets. Wow, he had changed. His boyish charm was still there, yet he had matured into a handsome young man. It was like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. I was just happy that he would be seeing me in my finer clothes rather than catching me after work.

Urging my feet to move, I almost sighed at how small my steps were. I really was scared. Isaiah had said reassuring things, yet I couldn't even walk up to him. It was too late to back out now, especially when he finally looked up at me. I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Finn seemed the same way.

"(Y/N)." he said, I only just heard it.

"Hello."

Hello? Really, that's all I could come up with?

He pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand in front of me, though not too close."I...I can't believe you're here."

"I could say the same about you."

"This is where you've been living then."

I nodded."It's not too bad. I mean, I'm on a night out."

"Who are you with?"

I knew he was wondering if I was with a man."My roommates, I live with five other girls."

"Oh, that's a lot."

"Yeah, it's the only place I could afford."

"I hope it's nice."

"I shouldn't complain. A lot better than other places."

We both knew we were making an awful attempt at small talk. I was sure he had so much to say like I did, we just didn't want to dump it on each other in case the other ran away. It was like we were teenagers again, awkwardly trying to think of something to fill the dreaded silence.

"I really want to talk about us (Y/N)." Finn said.

"You do?"

"I...I just have so much to say to you. I can't do it now, but what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow, um, yes, yes tomorrow works for me. It's the weekend, so I'm not working."

He smiled slightly."OK, good. I'll come get you. Um, I need your address."

"Oh, here." I dug around in my purse, thankful there was a folded up tissue and a pen, it was good to be prepared. I wrote down my address, handing it to him.

"I'll pick you up at one. I would want it to be earlier, you just never know what time you'll be back with this sort of thing."

"I understand Finn, I did live this with you once."

I barely slept, even when we stumbled in at three in the morning. Luckily I hadn't seen Finn, Isaiah or any other Peaky Blinder that evening, no doubt settling business behind the scenes. Despite the lack of sleep, I was wide awake the next morning, up before everyone else who were nursing their hangovers, trying on multiple outfits in a desperate attempt to look nice, but not as if I put too much effort in. The clock was rolling onto one o'clock, and my heart was beating much faster than usual. I was about to make my way downstairs when something glistened on my small vanity. Should I take it? Yes, I would.

Finn knocked on the door, and I waited a few seconds before opening it. We smiled as we greeted each other, not going in for a hug or kiss on the cheek, something I was worried about. That was the first hurdle jumped over.

"How was your evening?" Finn struck up a conversation as we walked further into town.

"Much better than yours I presume?" I smirked. He chuckled."Yeah, didn't exactly get to enjoy the music. Small fight, nothing we couldn't handle."

It was strange hearing about Blinder business again."Well I'm glad you're all safe."

"I thought we could go out for lunch, saw a nice place round here."

"Oh, that would be lovely."

"We don't have to, if you don't feel comfortable."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just a lovely thing for you to do."

We both bashfully smiled, luckily the restaurant was just around the corner. I had expected nothing less when we walked into the fancy place, not because I thought I deserved it, but because Finn wouldn't be seen anywhere else. His clothes were even more tailored now than they had been the last I saw him, indicating that the gang had been doing well, more money was coming in. We both immediately picked up our menus as we sat, hoping someone would speak first. Our eyes glanced over the top of them, it was as if we were on our first date again, only this time in a better establishment.

"You look beautiful." he said, still hiding part of his face.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I'll never forget what you wore when I picked you up for our first date. That blue dress you just bought, with a matching purse, and those heels that you hadn't practiced walking in. Well, you used that as an excuse to latch into my arm all night."

I smiled, placing down my menu."It was a good plan, wasn't it? And I did struggle in those heels, I just didn't want to embarrass myself."

He copied me."I liked holding your hand all night."

"What a sweet sentiment."

"I mean it. And I mean this date. That didn't sound right, but...what I'm trying to say is that I want to make it all up to you."

"You do?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect you to leave. I mean I did, but I didn't want to believe that. I didn't want to believe that I had been so selfish that I couldn't even see how much I had hurt you." 

“That was the hardest decision I ever made. Most days I battle with myself whether I made the right choice. All night I kept making deals with myself. If you came back, I would hear you out, and if it was good enough for me I would stay. But then you didn’t, so I said to myself ‘Give him another hour.’. An hour went by, and I said the same thing to myself. That went on for the whole evening until I found myself angrily packing my things. Even then, I sat by door on top of my suitcase for another hour or so.”

“I thought you just got up and left. I didn’t realise how long you waited for me.” he sighed into his hands.“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I could tell he was full of regret. Although it sounded sadistic, I was glad that he was upset when reflecting on our past relationship, it meant he realised his mistake. On the other hand, I hated seeing him sad. I took his hands away from his face, hesitantly reaching into my handbag to pull out the engagement ring I kept.

His eyes widened.“You still have that? I looked everywhere for it when you left, guessed you took it to sell.”

“I won’t lie, that was my intention at first. But it meant too much to me. It was like selling a piece of my soul. I kept it hidden, I didn’t want to risk any of the girls seeing it, they would just ask too many questions.”

I kept my eye on the beautiful ring as I spoke, slowly twirling it around to catch it twinkling in the light.

"I had such a hard time picking that out. I knew what you wanted, but I had to get it right for you. I'm so glad you kept it."

"I did try to sell it. I was stood outside of a shop for ten minutes debating with myself. It would have helped a lot for the deposit on the room, but I couldn't do it."

We were silent, both staring at the ring. We used to do that a lot actually. Finn would take my hand and hold it up as we laid in bed together, both giggling as we watched it glisten like it was in present times, before squealing at the thought of us being married to each other. I constantly fiddled with it when he was off on business, a habit which never wore off, even now; whenever I was nervous or worried, I would automatically do the same action, just without the ring.

A waiter awkwardly interrupted us, and I hurriedly put the ring back in my bag, sharing an embarrassed smile with Finn as we ordered. Once he was gone, I quietly sighed, looking out of the window. We were in such a nice part of town, so many ladies in beautiful dresses and men in smart suits strolling around.

"Are you...are you OK for money?" Finn boldly asked.

I was a little shocked by that.

"I don't mean anything by it. I just want to make sure you're OK, I would hate for you to be struggling, if you were."

"Uh, no, no I'm fine actually. It's not as generous as my old wage but it keeps me alive, I can live with the bare necessities."

I could see him itching to say something else, to keep the conversation going. I wasn't sure if we could go back to the serious topic we had before. However, I also wanted to bring it back up, it felt like we needed to talk about us.

"How's the family?" That's all I could come up with.

"They're fine. Everyone is the same. Well, they're not, they're a bit more serious nowadays."

"They weren't in the first place?"

He smiled."I suppose they were. Tension is the right word, tensions have been rising. Tommy's taking on a lot more, Polly knows all these secrets that no one else does, Ada is rebelling against anything Tommy says, Linda is still annoying, Esme and John have been popping kids out left, right and centre. Arthur is still crazy."

"Sounds like business as usual to me."

"They miss you too."

"Do they?"

"Yeah. Almost as much as me."

I cast my eyes down as butterflies rose in my stomach.

"I heard nothing else for the next few weeks after you left. They all told me what an idiot I was, that I was an extremely reckless, stupid and immature boy, and that I had let the best thing in my life get away from me. And they were right. I knew all of that already."

"I...I don't really know what to say right now."

"You don't have to say anything, let's just enjoy this meal, no more of that talk."

The nerves making my stomach flip built at that. What if we had nothing else to talk about? What if it was too weird to dive into our separate lives? I didn't want to sit across my ex-fiance, painfully and politely smiling through forced conversation.

The spark was still there.

When the waiter had returned with our drinks, we were already deep in talk about what had been happening in our personal everyday life. We were non stop, even as we ate through dinner. The waiters had trouble catching our attention each time they checked on us. I was deep in those eyes again, the ones I always dreamed of seeing. We were laughing hysterically, not at all acting how we should have in that establishment (there were a few eye rolls from other patrons). As if time had gone by in a second, the bill was slipped towards Finn, though I still reached into my purse.

"Are you mad? No, put your money away, I'm not taking it." Finn stated as he carelessly threw down some notes, surprisingly taking my hand in his and guiding me out of the restaurant.

I was tense as we walked, and I saw a flash of realisation in Finn's eyes as we made it outside. Both looking down at our interlocked fingers, Finn broke away, clearing his throat.

"Sorry, force of habit."

Hesitating, I smiled up at him, lacing our hands together again."These are new heels I'm breaking in. Need help walking in them."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we walked down the street. We were silent, feeling like kids in love again. I couldn't deny that my feelings were still strong for Finn, I missed him dearly. At first, part of me had been wary of all this, wondering if he really had good intentions, or just thought he could get a quick shag in from an ex before he left; but the effort he went through, the things we spoke about, trying to heal old wounds, Finn had matured and he was wanting to fix this. I wanted to fix this, my heart was aching for my old life with him. 

“We’re not done yet, are we?” I timidly asked.

“Not unless you want it to be.”

I instantly shook my head.“No, I’d like to stay out for longer.”

“Even though you’re struggling in your heels?”

I smirked.“I know a nice place we can sit down.”

I took him to the local park, it had a huge lake with benches dotted around, luckily it wasn’t busy, there was somehow a hint of privacy here. We sat down close to each other, hands still entwined. 

“You still hungry?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I dug into my purse, producing a bag of sweets I had bought the previous day. I laughed as his eyes lit up, taking one without even asking. I took one too, reminiscing on how we used to do the same thing as kids. It seemed he was thinking about it too.

“Just like the old days.” Finn said.

“We spent way too much money on sweets back then. It’s a wonder we still have our teeth.”

 “Wish I got out of that spending habit. We could be married and in our new house by now.”

“So you never wanted to move on? You didn’t give in to those girls wanting to be with a Peaky Blinder?”

“Never. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even fathom being with anyone else, it was always you (Y/N). Did you date?”

“No, I felt exactly the same. Which is why I was angry at myself for a long time. I was supposed to be upset with you, not still in love.”

His head whipped round to face me.“You still love me?”

My mouth was still open, unsure how to answer. It seemed I didn’t have to as Finn leaned in, placing on hand on my cheek as we kissed. Instinctively I kissed back, placing my hands on him where I could, hearing the bag of sweets fall to the ground and spill its contents. This kiss was needy, the type of kiss you gave your partner when you had missed them, when they had been away for a long time; and although we had our hands on each other, our touch was still gentle.

“Get the ring.” Finn breathed out, our lips still almost touching.

I carelessly got it for him, heart beating extremely fast. He took it from me, pecking me on the lips one last time before standing up. He straightened out his suit, took a deep breath and got down on one knee. I was just as emotional the first time he did it.

“(Y/N), I know I messed up everything in the past, I was careless when I should have been supportive and helped to build our future. I learnt from those mistakes, and I really, really want to go back to how we were. I need you (Y/N), I love you so much. There aren’t enough words to express how much love I have for you. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. I blurted out a yes, waiting for him to slide the ring back on my finger before throwing myself onto him. We stumbled back onto the ground, our arms around each other as we laughed and cried. I believed him this time, I truly believed him. He put in the effort to show me his changes, he wanted to fix everything. I wanted things back to the way they were with my man, and we were back to building our future and living the rest of our lives together.

[childeaether]

scholarship.

cw: 18+ only, zhongli/f!reader, professor/student relationships, camgirl au, dragon dildo fuckery

wc: 2.2k

zhongli sighed as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie with his free hand. he was exhausted. today’s lecture had been a long one, and his class was definitely going to need a curve on this upcoming test grade. he’d tried to help them understand the topic. he’d tried assigning a lighter workload. none of it worked. it was like teaching to a brick wall.

he needed to decompress.

he grabbed his laptop and sat on the couch. there was already a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion on the end table. he’d anticipated this. it had become an obsession recently.

he opened his laptop and typed the url into the search bar.

angelsofteyvat.com

he knew this website well. it had started satiating his cravings at 9 pm every day for the last month. he almost wished he’d never found it.

glazedlily is now live!

right on time.

he quickly clicked on the profile and joined the livestream. and there you were, all dolled up, wearing only your bra and panties. it was a beautiful, light pink lingerie set. you looked stunning. there you were.

his star student.

“welcome to the live, guys!” you said with a smile. he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. he unzipped his dress pants.

“how are we today?”

phoenixrising: good how are you

knightk: horny

rockyalchemist: doing better now

zhongli rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the comments. he hated being associated with these losers. hated that you might see him the way you see them.

lapisrex: been a long day, baby. how are you?

he swore he saw your eyes light up. which made sense. he knew how expensive college was; he was a generous tipper.

“i’m doing okay, lapis! sorry you had a long day. hopefully, tomorrow will be better!” you said. his breath caught in his throat.

knightk tipped $5!

you rolled your eyes. “c’mon, k, i haven’t even done anything yet!” you giggled. you didn’t need to do anything. you could sit there and stare at the camera; you would still get tips. even from zhongli.

but you were a hard worker. he knew that. you were top of his class, for god’s sake.

“so, what are we thinking tonight?”

phoenixrising: do you know how to do self-bondage?

knightk: i need that bra off asap

zhongli already had plans for the night, though.

lapisrex: i know it’s last minute, but are your private sessions open?

he watched you pause as you read the comment, your eyebrows furrowing. fuck. he definitely should’ve asked in advanced.

“hmm.. normally i’d say no, but you are one of my favorites, lapis. how much?”

his heart was beating so fast, he thought it might beat out of his chest.

lapisrex: $1,000. i’m willing to go up.

your jaw dropped in surprise. “well, shit, i can’t say no to that.”

he knew you couldn’t. your next school payment was coming up in a week.

knightk: does that mean ur ending the live??

“sorry, but yeah. love you guys! always! but i could use that money. so, unless you guys can do better...”

knightk: $1,010

rockyalchemist: $1,500

zhongli rolled his eyes. as if he could be outbid by these randos.

lapisrex: $2,000

he watched as your eyes widened. just like a deer, frozen by approaching headlights.

“okay, that’s enough!” you said. “lapis, the private session is all yours. sorry, you guys! i’ll see you for the next one!”

before anyone else could comment, you ended the live. a bright red notification flashed on his screen as he received your message.

glazedlily has invited you to video chat!

he joined almost immediately, only pausing to make sure his webcam and microphone were both disabled. he couldn’t risk you finding out. it would ruin you both.

“hey, lapis!” you said happily, clasping your hands together. “it’s our first private session! are you excited?”

he was practically levitating.

lapisrex: very.

you grinned as you read the message. “alright, well, what are you feeling tonight?”

he was feeling many things. guilt, arousal, infatuation-

lapisrex: can i see what kind of dildos you have?

“of course! give me just a sec.” you stood and walked off camera. he heard shifting for a moment, and then you returned with a box about the size of your lap.

“okay, so we’ve got a few,” you said as you shifted through the toys, “what size were you thinking?”

lapisrex: the biggest you have

you giggled, and your smile lit up his laptop screen. “well, aren’t you confident?” you teased.

he was.

“the biggest one i have... it’s a little unconventional,” you said sheepishly, a blush dusting your cheeks.

you reached into the box and pulled out a big, thick, oddly shaped dildo. it had an orange tip that faded into yellow, and then into a dark brown at the base. but it didn’t look... normal.

oh.

it was a dragon dildo.

“this big guy hardly ever gets any action. his name is orochi,” you said. “it really came with that name. i don’t name my toys.” your laughter made his chest tighten.

and god, your hands were so tiny compared to it. they could barely cover the base. he felt his hand travel to his dick.

“i know it’s kind of fetish-y, though, so if you don’t like it we can try something else.”

and normally, he’d say, no - let’s try something else. don’t fuck yourself with that dragon dildo.

but everything you made him feel surprised him, every time. you looked so beautiful. he’d fantasized countless times about you looking up at him like you were at the camera now, your eyes sparkling, one of your bra straps falling off your shoulder. a dick in your hand. he wanted to pull those lace panties to the side and fuck you senseless.

he wanted to watch you fuck yourself with a dragon dildo.

lapisrex: no, i like it.

the smirk you gave to the camera made his dick twitch.

“wow,” you said, amused. “i didn’t think you’d be so kinky, lapis. you’re always so tame during my lives.”

you made him feel anything but tame. you made him succumb to the most carnal, primal feelings he’d ever known.

“alright, before i lube this fucking monster up, any other requests?”

just one.

lapisrex: can you call me professor?

lapisrex: if you’re comfortable, of course.

you raised your eyebrows. “damn, you are kinkier than i thought, lapis,” you said. “oh, my bad. you’re kinkier than i thought, professor.”

something in him snapped in half. jesus fucking christ. he had dreamed of this. of you on your knees, looking up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. whispering his title. dreamt of whispering back a simple, soft-

lapisrex: good girl.

-before, ideally, fucking your throat.

you reached off camera to grab a small bottle of lube. he watched as you poured some directly on the toy, and then spread it with your hands. he’d never been so jealous of a dildo in his life.

after you’d deemed the dildo lubed enough, you poured a bit on your fingers. you looked shyly into the camera. “just wanna make sure i’m fully prepped,” you said, and reached down to take off your panties-

oh.

he’d dreamt of this, too. of laying you on your back against his desk, reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side. taking his sweet time with you. gently, slowly scissoring his fingers in and out of you, watching your face contort as you refused to look at him. you really could be so shy sometimes.

“okay,” you said finally, positioning yourself above the dildo. he took his cock into his right hand. “here goes nothing.”

he had to stifle the groan that left his throat just watching you sink slowly onto the tip. you bit your lip as you winced, pausing to adjust to the stretch. “sorry,” you panted, “it’s… really big.”

fuck. did you have any idea how fucking sexy you sounded?

lapisrex: don’t apologize, baby. take your time.

you shot the camera an appreciative grin. his heart squeezed.

slowly but surely, you sank yourself all the way down to the base. even with the generous amount of lube, he was impressed. you were a determined girl. it made him want to split you open himself.

“fuck, professor,” you gasped, “i feel so… full.”

he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into his hand. you really had no idea what you did to him.

you leaned back onto your elbows, giving him the perfect view of your pussy, stretched around the base. god, you were so fucking beautiful. “i think i’m ready to start now,” you said. your face was flushed, your eyes already starting to glaze over. he’d seen you like this before, during your lives- but this was so much better. seeing you like this for him was so much better.

you were looking into the camera with those same puppy dog eyes you gave him in class. the same ones that sparkled when he called on you during a lecture. the same ones that looked at him with such adoration as he explained concepts to the class.

you slowly pulled the dildo out by the base before cautiously working it back in. you cringed ever so slightly. he wanted to be there with you. he wanted to stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you adjusted to the feeling.

lapisrex: you’re doing so good, baby. take it slow if you need to.

you whimpered as you continued your gentle thrusts. “thank you, professor,” you said softly. there it was again. that dazed, sinful look in your eye. he knew you liked to be praised long before he found your profile. you always flushed when he complimented your work.

your mouth fell open into a silent moan as you gradually sped up your thrusts. “oh, god, it’s so big,” you groaned, “it feels so fucking good.” you threw your head back as you brought your free hand to your clit, rubbing soothing circles while you increased your speed.

zhongli was fully fucking his hand now, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. you were addicting. with a particularly hard thrust, your back arched, showing off your fucking perfect tits. his mouth was practically watering.

“shit, i’m- i’m close, professor,” you gasped, followed by a whine as you circled your clit faster. his cock ached.

lapisrex: not yet.

you let out a desperate sound, still fucking yourself at the same speed. “please, i can’t- i can’t hold on for much longer,” you cried. “it’s so… intense.” you took your hand away from your clit and brought it to tease one of your nipples.

he wished he could break you down like this every night. you were always so calm, so composed. and so damn smart. it had to be exhausting. he wanted to relieve you of all that stress. to turn you into his pliant, brainless slut- even for just an hour.

“professor, please,” you begged, sending a pulse through his cock. he was getting close, too. he’d been stroking his cock so long his arm was starting to hurt. “please, professor, i can’t-”

lapisrex: why should i let you cum?

lapisrex: do you deserve it?

a pathetic whimper escaped you. “yes, yes, i- i’ve been good professor,” you nearly sobbed. just hearing the desperation in your voice was almost enough to send him over the edge. you were right. you had been so, so good for him.

lapisrex: hmmm.

lapisrex: okay, baby. you’ve been good. you can cum.

you threw your head back and sighed in relief. you returned your hand to your clit and thrust the dildo harshly in and out of you. finally, your toes curled; your back arched. “ohh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, “thank you, professor- thank you, thank you.” you were babbling now, riding out your orgasm as your cunt clenched around the dragon dick. zhongli’s vision blurred as he roughly stroked himself over the edge. he didn’t even bother to muffle the gravelly moan that ripped from his throat.

when he opened his eyes, there was cum all over his hand, and some on his laptop screen. you were on your back, still lazily circling your fingertips over your clit. your legs were shaking.

you looked angelic. he longed to reach out and pull you close, to kiss the top of your head. his heart ached in his chest. he knew what he was doing was wrong. but he couldn’t help himself. you were enchanting, and he was only a man. only another fool in love.

you sat up. “wow,” you breathed, “that was… fucking incredible.” you giggled, clearly fucked out. “thank you, professor. i mean- i guess, lapis, now.”

you carefully dragged the dildo out of you, wincing slightly. “i... i really needed that,” you laughed. “i hope you got your money’s worth, too.”

you were worth the earth, the moon, the stars.

lapisrex: absolutely. you were so good for me.

lapisrex: thank you, baby. i hope we can do this again soon.

the smile on your face was genuine, just like the ones you flashed him during lecture that day. a warmth bloomed in his chest. “of course, lapis! you’re one of my favorites, remember?”

he wanted to be the only one.

“okay, professor, time’s up. i’ll see you again soon.” you smiled one last time into the webcam and then you were gone.

he sighed, leaning back on his couch.

how was he going to look you in the eye on monday.

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Obviously, pretty!

JJK x female reader

Tags: established relationship, rainy day sex, washing dishes together, soft domestic things yk, probably the most vanilla smut i’ve ever written on this account hahaha thank u for cleansing my mind with ur request anon, forehead kisses, i didn’t need to tag that but i Needed to tag that u feel me?

Warnings: none

WC: 2137

If there’s anything you know about your boyfriend, it’s that if he can’t go to the gym, he will pout all day.

After going too hard in dance practice, Jungkook ends up too sore to go to the gym one day. His trainer must’ve heard from the choreographer that Jungkook overdid himself, which is why Jungkook’s trainer told him their session for today was cancelled.

“What am I supposed to dooo if I can’t work out on my day off!” Jungkook complains, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wash dishes.

“You could help your wife clean the house.” You joke, knowing it’s your turn to wash dishes anyway since Jungkook made breakfast (or rather brunch) this morning.

You feel Jungkook smile, his cheek fluffing up where it’s pressed against yours. His face gets a little hot whenever you call yourself his wife, but you know he likes it. The two of you are college sweethearts, starting to date in secret shortly after meeting in first year. Fast forward six years and everything has changed. Your doe-eyed college boyfriend is no longer just an idol but part of the most successful band in the world. And not only that, he’s getting a master’s in business, a slightly confusing decision but one that you respect nonetheless.

You yourself have changed, too. You’re now a business woman, working in a skyscraper in Seoul, and doing considerably well for being only two years out of college. You make good money, and Jungkook does too, and you share this high-rise apartment together. Every year, you and Jungkook sneak away to Busan at least once or twice to meet his parents and your own parents have already begun asking when they’re getting grandchildren. So it’s safe to say it’ll only be a matter of time until Jungkook puts a ring on it anyway.

No one knows, but that’s what makes it special.

“Can’t do that.” Jungkook answers, pretending like your flirting didn’t affect him.

You smile as you rinse another plate off. “Why’s that?”

“It’s raining. If I do work while it rains I’ll get sleepy.” Jungkook pouts.

You laugh, rinsing a cloth under the tap and putting it in his hand. “Go wipe down the stovetop. It should be cold by now.”

Obediently, Jungkook lets go of you to do as you said. But you realize he hasn’t let the joke go when he pouts at you. “Okay, work done. Let’s go lay down.”

“Baby, you’ve literally done concerts in the rain.” You tell him.

“I don’t even do concerts. I’m a business major.” Jungkook lies unconvincingly, his cheeks turning pink. You giggle, finishing up the last of the dishes.

“Fine, you big baby. Let’s go lay down.” You take his hand and lead him back to the bedroom. Jungkook shuts the door behind you. You take off the sweatshirt you were wearing to wash dishes (one of Jungkook’s), tossing it aside.

“Babe, that’s not neat!” Jungkook insists, but you whirl around and quiet him with a long kiss.

“You didn’t ask me to come here to do our laundry, Jungkookie. You and I both know that.” You tell him. Jungkook bites his lip, looking at your pretty lips.

“I guess that’s true.” He grins, and you grin back.

You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook leans down, picking you up into his arms with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist as he bounces you in place slightly, hands cupping your ass softly. You love many things about Jungkook, but you especially love how special he makes you feel each time.

Jungkook lays you down like a newlywed bride, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, even your nose.

You giggle at him and he smiles down at you, warm and safe and entirely Jungkook. “I love you.” You whisper, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone, admiring that little scar on his cheek for the millionth time.

“Not as much as I love you.” Jungkook says, laying himself down on top of you and starting to kiss you again, this time with more passion.

“Hhh, Jungkook.” You whimper, tangling a hand in his hair.

When you separate this time, Jungkook sits up to take off his shirt. You run your hand down his sculpted abdomen, over his sweet, pretty waist and his toned stomach. You sit up to kiss along his chest, making him hiss as you make love marks in places his shirt will cover. No one knows, except you two. And you love it like that.

Jungkook tucks his hands under the light tank top you’re wearing, making you gasp at how cold his hands are. Jungkook laughs under his breath at your reaction. “I told you rainy days are bad for me.”

“Well that’s why I’m here to warm you up.” You joke, which makes Jungkook giggle.

“What would I do without you?” He says exaggeratedly, but his eyes tell you he means it. With that, Jungkook begins kissing along your neck as he works your tank top up. Since it’s just the two of you, you seldom wear a bra around the house. You moan as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, then in one swift motion presses you down into the bed.

Jungkook slots his thigh between your legs as he starts kissing you lower. He licks and bites gently at your nipples, making you writhe in pleasure. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he makes love marks on the tops of your breasts and around them, kissing down your stomach to your shorts.

He glances up at you for consent, and you nod.

He pulls your shorts and panties off in one clean movement, tossing them to the side despite having just told you to be neater. You grin at Jungkook’s eagerness, but the smile slides off your face when Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit.

Slowly, Jungkook gets you wetter and wetter until your inner thighs are shiny with arousal. Only when you’re whimpering does Jungkook insert his fingers into you, one to ease you and then a second to stretch you. Even after all this time, Jungkook pays special attention to your body.

He’s so slow and gentle today that you actually get a bit needy. “Jungkookie.” You sigh. Jungkook sits up, knowing that you’re already close.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so well.” Jungkook praises, kissing you all over, down your neck and along your collarbone. You watch as Jungkook takes his sweats and underwear off, then grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. You stopped using condoms when you moved in together (around two years ago) since you’re on birth control. Jungkook always has you ready to take him after some foreplay, but he’s told you he dislikes doing it without lube.

You watch Jungkook lube himself up, then align himself to your entrance. He places one palm on the side of your waist, kissing you quickly on the forehead. “Ready?” He checks with you again. You nod.

You pant quietly as Jungkook enters, both from arousal and his size. It has been years since you did this together for the first time, but Jungkook’s size is always a surprise to you somehow. You like to be stubborn and say you don’t need lube to take him, but you both know you’d need at least a bit for his size.

You pull him in even closer, burying his head in your shoulder. As he bottoms out, you moan his name quietly.

Jungkook smirks, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. You pull him in for a kiss, this one full of tongue and passion. Jungkook feels your desperation and lets you have control for a moment, just to let you burn off steam. But then, he’s angling his head in and pressing you into the pillow, and you don’t stand a chance under how good he’s making you feel.

“Baby, I need it.” You beg breathlessly. Jungkook smiles faintly at your shyness to say the word ���come” in bed, even after all this time.

“Need what, baby?” He teases you, knowing full well you’ll never use dirty talk unless he pushes you to that point. You whine at his teasing. Jungkook kisses your shoulder. “I’m kidding. I know my pretty girl is too shy for words like that.”

“I’m not shy!” You protest shyly. “We-We’re having sex right now! I’m not shy at all!”

Jungkook snorts. “Great observation, genius. Any other amazingly dirty comments?”

You’re starting to squirm under Jungkook’s intense gaze, knowing you always lose at this game. “I want to have a baby!” You announce.

Jungkook laughs. “Give me time to buy a ring at least.”

You’re shocked. “Really?” You ask, eyes wide like someone who Christmas came early for.

Jungkook flicks your nipple with one hand, making you cry out. “Obviously, pretty.” He says confidently, making you think he’s thought about it before. You blush and Jungkook looks at you like you’re an angel he’s captured in his own hands. “Now if you’re done being raunchy and nasty, can we get off? My hips were already sore but having a conversation in this position is even worse than the gym.”

“Baby!” You gasp, scandalized.

Jungkook pretends to look scandalized too. “I said let me buy a ring first!”

You groan into his shoulder, knowing he won again. Jungkook laughs, then starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

You let out little strings of moans and pants as Jungkook continues to fill you up and make you feel good. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s back, holding him close as he fucks into you. You tilt your head back and close your eyes at the pleasure. All you hear are Jungkook’s moans and the rain falling outside your window. At one moment, you wonder if it’s cold out, but then you realize it doesn’t matter. You’re warmer than anything else in Jungkook’s strong arms.

“J-Jungkook--” You feel the pleasure building, about to come.

“I know, baby.” Jungkook says, laying you down all the way again and holding you under his weight as he picks up his pace. Jungkook looks at you, watching your face tighten at every euphoric thrust. “Doing so well baby, almost there. Fuck, my pretty girl.” He showers you in praise and kisses, words falling from his mouth so fast you know he isn’t filtering any of his thoughts at the moment. You love that too, you love everything about him.

Finally, Jungkook’s hips begin to stutter, and he reaches down to rub your clit. You arch your back as you come, Jungkook filling you up shortly after. As you come down from your highs, Jungkook rolls over onto his side, still inside you. He spoons you, tugging the covers on top for a quiet moment.

You find it surprising since Jungkook is quite fussy about cleanliness, wanting to get you in the shower and to air out the room relatively soon after sex. But today he doesn’t even slip his cock out of you, choosing to be nestled deep inside you. It feels warm, but you like it.

“K-Kookie. Why aren’t we getting cleaned up?” You ask.

Jungkook smiles at your tone with his eyes closed. “If you want to get pregnant we have to keep the come inside, don’t we?” He says. You smack his arms which are wrapped around your waist, making him chuckle.

Jungkook cranes his head to make eye contact with you. You look at his sweaty bangs which Jungkook pushed back from his face near the end but fell back onto his forehead messily anyway. It’s the most beautiful sight you know. “Just kidding. I’m just tired today. We’ll shower after resting for a bit, unless you don’t like this.”

You realize now that Jungkook must truly be exhausted from work yesterday. You cup his face, stroking it quietly. “I don’t… hate it.” You admit.

Jungkook’s eyes darken. “Watch your words, pretty girl.” He warns you. “I only have so much self-control and your dad will beat my ass if I get you pregnant without putting a ring on it.”

“Do you really have to go and mention my dad right now?” You whine. “And anyway, no one can beat your ass. You’re 6 feet of solid muscle and have a sleeve tattoo, no one would try.”

Jungkook laughs. “Okay fair, no more mentioning my father-in-law from now on.” He says, making you groan in complaint again. Jungkook smiles fondly at you. “But you know I meant that, right? I want to marry you someday and have kids and all that. I don’t know when, since you and I are so busy, but maybe when things slow down we can. Okay?”

You snort. “Obviously, pretty!"