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bitchinbarzal · 8 months

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talk to me | f minten

summary: When miscommunication strikes he just wants you to talk to him.

You trusted Fraser with your life, he was your entire world.

Things were hard for you when he headed off to Saskatchewan after it didn’t work out well with the leafs. You were proud of him regardless but it was hard.

It was hard when you had so many classes back to back which was only made worse when his games and training schedule was on the opposite schedule to yours.

You’d hardly spoken in weeks outwith casual morning and what you up to text messages.

You missed your boyfriend.

You were supposed to fly to visit him for Valentine’s, finally having a long weekend to spend with him albeit watching him play but you’d rather watch him play and be able to hug him afterwards than just sending a text.

However, the tickets were sent to be refunded as soon as you saw the photo.

You always encouraged Fraser to go out, do something other than play hockey and when he did he was usually texting you, telling you how he wished you were there.

However, looking at the picture on your Twitter you realised he had avoided telling you he was going out which wouldn’t have been an issue if the photo you were looking at wasn’t a picture of him with his arm around another girl, curled into his side.

Your heart dropped as you flicked between the few images on the screen. The smile on his face hurt your heart, having been absent from your FaceTime calls for weeks.

You unpacked your bags for your trip and sat on your bed, turning on the tv to find a show to distract you.

A little later your phone buzzed, his photo appearing as your background, his smile wanting to make you smile. You looked at the notification and read the text

hey, call me when you’re checked in and send me your flight info so I can track you landing! I can’t wait to see you sweet girl 💙

You read the text and sighed, typing out your response.

Not coming, cancelled my ticket.

the typing bubble appeared, then disappeared over and over until he began calling.

You stared at his contact picture, a photo of you both together. You contemplated not picking up but you knew him, he’d never stop calling.

“Fraser”

“Babe… what’s wrong?”

“I just don’t wanna come anymore”

You could just see the frown on his face in your head

“Why? I thought you were excited, we haven’t seen each other since October?” He sighed.

“Just changed my mind Fras, sue me” you snapped to which he mumbled “Ok rude”

And you just hung up, unable to continue your conversation without getting mean.

When you did he text you.

somethings wrong with you, I know it. I love you and I wanna talk to you so call me when you want 💙

You rolled your eyes, why did he have to be so supportive when you were mad at him.

He’d sent you multiple DM’s and texts overnight to which all were read and none responded to, leaving him with only one option.

When you woke up the next morning there he was, asleep on your couch. You stared at him softly, noticing he was hugging into himself clearly cold.

You may be mad but never that mad. You waddled into your bedroom and pulled out your blanket, draping it over him.

You hadn’t noticed in the darkness of your living room that your movements had woken Fraser up until he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap.

You landed with an “oof” and looked at him, your eyes sad and red from crying all night. You hoped he couldn’t but he could see them in the light coming in off the streets of downtown Toronto.

His thumb brushed your cheek “Hi sweet girl, what’s going on? Talk to me…”

You shook your head, attempting to get up but be stopped you “Y/N you need to speak to me! We’re a team”

You just glared “were we a team when you had your hands on her?”

His grip kept tightly on you as he frowned “What?”

“You- there was that picture of you online with some girl from last week” you stumbled, picking up his phone from right next to him.

In the moment you never registered how he didn’t even flinch when you picked up his phone or how the lock screen was a picture of you.

You found it eventually and showed him to which he nodded “Yeah that’s Kayla”

“Well Kayla is too close to Fraser” you said as if it was so obvious.

Fraser smiled “That’s Easton’s sister, she was visiting him that’s all… nothing weird”

You huffed a little, not used to being spoken to so honest and calmly

“You didn’t tell me you were going out”

“You were asleep because you felt sick! Babe stop trying to find a problem where there isn’t one, please just let yourself be happy for once in your life”

You deflated, leaning your head onto his shoulder

“I was so angry with you”

“I get it”

“You’re perfect though”

“I’m far from perfect but to someone who loves you, you’re everything” he mumbles, holding your hand “You’re everything to me you know that right?”

“I guess…”

He grabs your chin to make you look at him “No, you are! I was so scared I’d lose you last night I had to come here… you’re too important for me to lose”

“I promise I’ll talk next time” you admitted, kissing his jaw.

“Just talk to me, I love to hear your voice”

#fraser minten imagine #fraser minten x reader

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thethickerside · 1 year

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Twitter Fingers.

Warning: lots of TENSION. Dirty talk. Shuri has no filter. Very timid, but nasty main character. Mention of pornography. Smut. Strap on sex. StrapxShuri.

Gently spell checked, there may be spelling or grammar errors.

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She found herself clenching her legs and covering her mouth as the vibration of her favorite toy shocked her entire being. She moaned into her hand while looking over at her phone that was propped up. The lewd video lit up a small area in her dark room, the light reflecting back on her pleasure filled face.

But…the video wasn’t necessarily what she was thinking about. Of course, it’s right in her face, so she obviously could not hide her arousal towards it, but the thing that truly set her on fire was the caption.

She had been following a Twitter account that included all things lesbian. For the past few weeks she had been using her light pink rose to reach an orgasm; a direct result of her constantly viewing the Twitter page.

She could feel her orgasm creeping up on her as she moaned into a nearby pillow. As she went on, she couldn’t help thinking about whoever was behind this account fucking her. “I’m cumming…” she whimpered into her pillowed as she orgasmed.

While coming down, she laid there for about a minute before picking her phone up and scrolling to the top of the Twitter page. She felt embarrassed by the fact that she had came to Twitter porn, but she couldn’t stop her self from clicking the inbox button.

Before she could even think, she started to type up a message that conveyed her feelings.

“I’m new to Twitter, and I came across your page…and I just wanted to tell you that everything you’ve posted has effected me…I feel embarrassed that I’m even dm’ing you…”

She felt like she was going insane when she pressed the send button. She immediately regretted her decision and slammed the phone down on her bed. “I can’t believe I fucking did that…” She laid there in silence for some time before her phone buzzed.

Once she flipped it over, she was very surprised by the notification.

“Embarrassed..? Why is that?”

They fucking replied.

“They fucking replied…” She said as she stared at the notification on her phone. She gulped as the heat that was once at her core traveled to her face.

“I don’t mean any harm…but it’s just find it so morally wrong…it’s so sexual and graphic…”

She sent out that message, and it took a little bit longer for the reply to come in. “…was I being rude..?” She asked herself.

What she didn’t know is that the woman on the other end was laughing.

“I promise you, my page is just a small fraction of how sexual and graphic my mind is.”

“There’s more..?”

“So much more.”

“Can you show me..?”

She timid female stared at her screen for a couple of seconds, awaiting a response. She bit her bottom lip and sighed to herself. “Fuck…that was so stupid.”

“Call me.”

She gasped when she saw that message. She do don’t even know this person and she was already going to call them.

The line rung a couple of times before a simple “Hello?” was said.

“I didn’t expect you to sound like that.” The woman on the other side of the phone had a very relaxing voice.

“I didn’t know you were gonna sound the way you sound either. Where are you from..?” She asks.

“None of your concern. What’s your name?” The woman was firm.

“Athena.”

“…Athena…beautiful.” The woman said. Athena smiled behind her phone and chuckled lightly to herself.

“What’s your name?” Athena asks.

“…” The woman fell silent at this question. “Just call me Ri.”

Ri. As in short for Shuri. The queen of Wakanda couldn’t reveal her identity to a complete stranger online…just yet.

“…This may be a weird thing to ask…but can I see your face..?” Athena asked. She was prepared to be in the face of immediate rejection upon her request, but instead she was met with “Do you have Skype?”

“Yes! My username is Athenarooz”

After about 30 seconds, Athena was met with a call request.

She quickly sat up and looked in the mirror next to her bed before setting her phone up against a pillow. Her full face was in frame, with a tiny bit of her dark headboard showing.

Once she answered, she was met with the woman behind the account. Shuri didn’t show her whole entire face. The only part of her body that was in frame was the lower half. Athena couldn’t see her eyes or her nose. She didn’t mind though.

“Hi…” Athena gently said. Her heart shaped hair was slightly messy, and she had on simple pajamas.

Shuri thought she was adorable. She had cat like eyes, full cheeks, and a gold dainty necklace on.

Shuri smiled upon hearing her voice. Athena could see a flash of gold shine across Shuri’s bottom teeth once she smiled. “Hi.” Shuri simply said.

“So…um, I like your grills. They look really good.” Athena smiles warmly as she gazed at the other woman.

“Why thank you. I greatly appreciate it.” Shuri smirked at the compliment. “I like your pink lights…you look very pretty under them.” Athena felt her heart skip a beat before giggling to herself.

“Oh…thank you!” Athena said.

“Are they always that color, sithandwa?”

Athena could feel her pussy start to pulsate from the foreign term. “Well— no! They actually change colors.” Athena said while looking down at her sleeves.

“When do you change them?” Shuri asked.

Shuri didn’t want to make the girl feel rushed, but she knew there was a reason why she DM’d her.

“…you know…during certain times.” Athena felt so small under Shuri’s gaze, en thought she couldn’t even see her eyes.

“Like when you’re scrolling down my page…?” Shuri asked before leaning back in her seat. “Well…yes. Your page just…it makes me feel—“

“Aroused.” Shuri finished that sentence for her.

“What part makes you feel that way?” Shuri asked. At this point, Shuri was very intrigued with this girl’s sexual behavior.

“To be honest…it’s not the videos. O-of course, the girls help a lot!! But…it’s just the way you write your captions…they’re so sensual…” Athena says. She can’t help but to breathe a bit heavier while glancing at Shuri.

Shuri had never met a person who liked captions on Twitter porn more than the actual video.

“Athena?” Shuri calls out her name.

“Y-yes?” Athena’s eyes light up slightly at the mention of her name.

“What makes you climax?”

Athena felt like a waterfall had ripped through her core once she heard that question. She didn’t know how to answer that.

“…I honestly don’t know how to explain it…c-can I show you..?”

“Go ahead…” Shuri said. She watched Athena closely, waiting for any sign of sexual action.

“Um, okay! Give me one second.” Athena grabbed her ipad from her nightstand and quickly went to Shuri’s account. She scrolled for a bit before she recognized a video that repeatedly got her off.

“There’s this one video that I’ve watched a couple of times…” Athena showed the video to Shuri, turning her iPad to face her camera, letting Shuri watch.

“Hmm, it’s from my page.” Shuri said with a slight smirk.

“Yeah…how did you find this video..?” Athena asked.

“Quite honestly, I truly just browse. I get aroused quite often and when I do, I find more videos to put on my Twitter.” Shuri said.

“Have you ever done any of the things in the videos..?” Athena asked. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest at the thought of the other woman doing those things to her.

“…” Shuri was silent, once again. “Yes…why do you ask?”

Athena knew that what she was about to ask could go completely right, or terribly wrong.

“Do you see yourself doing those things to me..?”

Shuri paused at this. She could 100 percent see herself giving Athena immense pleasure, but she had to be careful because of who she is.

“Absolutely…but, I’m not in a position to do so.” Shuri replied.

“Why is that?” Athena asked.

“I’m not just a regular person…”

This statement struck fear into Athena.

“…w-who are you..?” Athena asked.

“If I tell you…it will change the trajectory of your entire life.” Shuri said. Her voice was laced with caution, not wanting Athena to make such a big decision.

“I don’t mind.” Athena said.

Shuri had to contemplate for a moment. She knew this will affect the both of them…but she was so fucking horny. She couldn’t make any rational decisions at the moment.

Shuri takes her computer screen and angles it upward, showing her full face to Athena. Upon seeing her, Athena tilted her head.

“…” Athena simply just gazed at her. The initial shock was there, but after a couple of seconds she just…shrugged.

“Shuri…queen of Wakanda…but, I don’t see how this matters…” Athena says with a slight giggle.

Shuri’s eyes widened at Athena’s claim. “You don’t think it matters??” Shuri questioned, feeling baffled by the other woman.

“We’re both horny…and honestly…I don’t really care about who you are.” Athena says before biting the inside of her lip.

Shuri’s body seemed to relax once that was said. “Bast…I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you…” she chuckles.

As time went on, Athena’s desire coursed through her body.

“Shuri…do you wanna fuck me?” Athena asked with a tiny smirk.

Shuri smirked and shook her head, chuckling to herself in disbelief. “I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes.” She said beofre the call ended.

Athena stared at the screen for a couple of seconds before running to the shower. She quickly freshened up before getting dressed.

Her pink baby tee complimented her pink spandex shorts. Her hair was in a claw clip, that also being pink. She had on some white fluffy slides, with her toes being painted a light pink color. She looked at herself in the mirror, contemplating whether or not she was underdressed.

“Hmm…” she looked at the clock next to her mirror and smiled lightly. “It’s 2am…who cares.” She reassured herself.

She grabbed her phone and went downstairs. Athena lived in-front of a large field, where she would go for jogs, or simply just journal at. She looked outside and saw a small aircraft parked in the field.

She couldn’t hear it land, so she suspected that it had to be Shuri.

The doorbell rang, and Athena could feel her heart go insane. She took a deep breath before walking over to the door and opening it, being met with Shuri looking at her through some Prada sunglasses.

“Hi.” Athena said. She quickly scanned Shuri’s figure, and saw that she was dressed casually as well. She had on some black sweatpants, and a black t-shirt.

“Hi.” Shuri said, smirking lightly at the girl. She’s adorable… Shuri thought to herself. She put her hand out, offering it to Athena.

Athena softly took her hand, and walked with her back to the aircraft. “I hope you don’t think I’m creepy or anything…I promise you I’m not going to hurt you.” Shuri said once they stepped inside. Athena smiled timidly and nodded, looking up at the other woman.

“No…oddly enough I didn’t think that…” Athena said with a slight chuckle.

Shuri stared softly at the other woman, taking off her sunglasses. She slowly walked to Athena, running her thumb across Athena’s bottom lip.

“You’re so pretty…intombi entle.” Shuri said. Athena could feel a her nipples immediately harden from the foreign language, and Shuri could see them.

She glanced down at Athena’s chest, seeing them press up against her cute pink shirt. “Are you excited?” Shuri asks, slipping her thumb in Athena’s mouth. Athena looked up at Shuri and nodded, her eyes being filled with desire.

“I can tell…” Shuri trailed off as she lifted up the other woman’s shirt, letting her full breast become exposed. Shuri let go of Athena, taking a seat in the aircraft. “Let me see you…” She leaned back in her chair, before sliding her own shirt off, having nothing but her gold panther necklace on. “Show me…” Shuri demanded softly.

Athena stood infront of Shuri and took her shirt off, and then her shorts. “You don’t have anything on under that…” Shuri said to her. She smirked at Athena before calling her over with just a hand gesture. Shuri spread her legs and let Athena straddle her.

Athena’s nude body was pressed up against Shuri, as she could feel her underwear become soaked. Shuri could feel Athena’s desire, all thanks to her heightened senses.

“I just want you to know…this is just sex.” Shuri said while gazing into Athena’s eyes.

Athena giggled while leaning into Shuri. She could feel the other woman’s hands travel to her backside, squeezing it firmly. “You did have to say that…you could’ve just fucked me.” Athens says.

What Shuri and Athena didn’t know is that their relationship was not going to just be sex.

Shuri immediately captured Athena’s lips in a passionate kiss. The kiss was hot, passionate, and sloppy. The two woman were incredibly aroused, and they didn’t hold anything back.

“Fuck…” Shuri pulled away from the kiss and hissed as she continued to grope and smack the other woman’s ass. “I didn’t know you had all this…” Shuri chuckled before kissing along Athena’s jawline. “Oh please…it’s nothing.” Athena dismisses her remark, biting her lip from Shuri’s touch.

Shuri’s kisses halted. She looked up at Athena, her gold grill showing from the low exposure lighting in the aircraft. She raised her eyebrow, smirking lightly.

“It’s nothing???”

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“Holy shit!!” Athena moaned out. By this time, Shuri had bent Athena over. Her fingers were digging into Athena’s hips as she snapped her hips into a thrust. The black and silver strap glistened in the light as she continued to fuck Athena.

“Let me tell you…It’s not nothing. Your ass looks so good from back here..” Shuri said before throwing her head back, hissing and moaning at the feeling of Athena squeezing her. “I can feel you usana. I can feel you squeezing the shit out of me. You like this?” Shuri moaned out. Athena couldn’t answer. She was too busy shoving her face into the bed that was located at the back of the air craft. “S-so good…” Athena whimpered out.

Shuri couldn’t believe the words that were coming out her mouth. All of her lewd thoughts that she would hide just came spilling out. It was almost like Athena’s body drew them out of her. She was hooked.

“Shit Athena!” Shuri said before pulling her strap out quickly and grabbing her phone. “I want to record you…I wanna watch this back over and over again…will you let me..?” Shuri asked while kissing down her back.

Athena looked back at Shuri with a euphoric expression. “Do it…” Athena answered. Before she could turn back around, Shuri had started to record, the flash from the phone highlighting the pleasurable experience.

Shuri inserted her fingers, pumping them slowly, while her thumb rubbed the other woman’s clit. “S-Shuri—“ Athena moaned while her legs began to shake.

“You close..?” Shuri asked while looking directly at Athena. “Y-yes…” Athena whimpered while making eye contact with her. “What are you gonna do..? Hmm?” Shuri asks, her pace speeding up. “I-I’m gonna cum..” Athena whispered. “Let me see it…” Shuri said with a slight smirk. Athena came undone on Shuri’s fingers. She couldn’t even let out a moan, the feeling was so euphoric.

“O-oh my fucking god!!” Athena whimpered out. “That was beautiful Athena…” Shuri said before putting her phone away, feeling incredibly aroused still. Shuri gently laid Athena down on the bed, grabbing her chin, and planting a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’m gonna make you cum again…okay??” Shuri said while her lips brushed against Athena’s.

Athena could soon feel Shuri’s length stroke into her. Tears of pleasure fell from her eyes as she let out soft moans, Shuri’s name falling from her lips. She looked up at her and marveled at her appearance.

Shuri’s gold chain glistened up against her skin, her bare upper body being on full display as her thrust became quicker.

On the other hand, Shuri couldn’t take her eyes off Athena. Even when her body wanted to close them, she couldn’t. She was entranced by the look of pleasure that was displayed on the other woman’s face. Her thrusts quickened as she could feel Athena squeeze her once more. “Come on baby…I know you want too…” Shuri moaned out, encouraging Athena.

“F-fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again…” Athena moaned out while her eyes rolled back slightly. “Give it to me…” Shuri said. Her thick Wakndan accent had Athena cumming in seconds.

“Shit, you look so pretty…I’m gonna cum from just looking at you—“ Shuri said before moaning loudly. She orgasm washed over her like a thunder storm and had her Whimpering.

Both woman were left breathing heavily before Shuri pulled out and laid beside Athena.

There was about two minutes of just silence.

Athena and Shuri were just gazing at each other. The both of them felt a buzz, leaving them feeling euphoric.

“That was…amazing..” Shuri said, hooking her arm around Athena’s back, pulling her closer. By this time, Shuri had discarded her strap, leaving their two completely hide bodies cuddled into one another. “…it really was…” Athena said before falling into a deep slumber.

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When Athena woke up, she was back in her own bed. She looked around, feeling slightly disappointed when she couldn’t find Shuri. She understood that it was just sex, but deep down, she was wishing for more.

She laid back in her bed, sighing to herself. “I guess she was being serious…this really was just sex.” Athena says to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a Skype call notification from…Shuri. Her eyes widened in slight shock as she checked her appearance and answered quickly.

“Hello, sthandwa…” Shuri said. Her tone was warm and she had a look of adoration on her face.

“Hi Shuri…” Athena said, rubbing her arm shyly.

Both of the woman found it insane how sexual they are some hours ago, and how they are so much different in each others presence now.

But my gosh, this is only the beginning.

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Lol.

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sukioyakio · 5 months

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COWBOY!CHOSO

Artist of this beautiful art - here

PARING COWBOYCHOSO X FEMREADER

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I swear I just saw this on twitter and I started to jump around my room. Do you guys SEE HOW THAT MEN IS,he is so cunty 😍😍

Anyway these are HEADCANONS😄

Cowboy sherif!Choso,who completely stays in the shadows of places and prefers to be alone,but ever since been accepted as a sheriff. He is absolutely serious about it and he just wants to make enough money for his little brother yuji.And so he become a sheriff for the better of the two of them.

But there’s come you,The outlaw of the west and his worst best nightmare. You always teasing him with every step of his life.And to be honest he doesn’t know why he can’t seem to put you down or find a way to get you to leave.

”well hello isn’t it the shadow blood of the west” You added a smirk and wink at him,as you were leaned against the wall of a dark alleyway that choso perhaps happened to there with his arrested person.Your wearing your long black coat that cover your appearance well enough,But it what beneath that makes you more attractive and elegant then the others outlaws.

Something that he see daily and gotten more annoyed used to. “Is my voice that low or your becoming deaf shadow blood?” Another tease out of your mouth.

He already knew who’s voice that was and instantly went to grab his gun to only stop after hearing your gun firing at him but purposely missed your shot.Landing at the wall that was infront of him. ”Now now,Mr Sheriff is that how you welcome your best friend” You replied in the quiet alleyway,You shadow casing over his view,He still hasn’t move his head yet.Staring at his prisoner with a annoyed look,Almost a deathly glare on top of that. It scared the poor prisoner. “What is it now (___),if it you coming to cut ties I'll be more then happy to put you into a jail cell” Choso stated as he now turns his head towards your attention with deadly glare. You were there for the guy,the prisoner that choso had,He had something that was so very precious to you. You held eye contact with him to only let out a small chuckle. “you see I kinda need that guy you got there,shadow blood.He has something special of mines” You said in a calm way walking slowly to him with your cowboy hat covering your faces and your boot being the only thing heard.From how quiet Choso and the prisoner was. Choso stared at you like you ask the dumbest thing ever. As he huff a sigh. You hips walk towards him with such ease and precision,The way your body should be a crime to see you in action or in your outfit of yours. “And what makes you think I be giving you Him to you.You know what if your give yourself to me I give whatever the hell he has” “Oh lord what happen to the sherif I know who will do anything that good huh?” ”Nothing about you is good,Your a outlaw and you have done nothing but trouble”

“Your right I’m just trouble,but if you gave me a chance to show you what else I could do that benefit- You were right infront of choso,knowing that he wouldn’t get his gun when your pistol in aim to his throat,As you pause and then continue your sentence. Whispering the other half in his ear. -not just me but your tense ass job” you said while lacing your famous smirk.Taking the cold gun off his throat. You were going to walk beside him to get the prisoner,His cold eyes aim at you with intense glare. ”your tricks won’t work on me “ he replied almost breathlessly.Refusing to give in your teasing.

As within second he reaches for his gun to only find it gone out of the pocket,And he aim to grab you and to put your hands behind your back but,Groans as he feel your hands against his chest with such force. ‘Fuck’ As he stands up and goes for you after seeing you grab whatever you got from the prisoner.You Starting to run out the alleyway as He quickly run behind you.He is going to put you in a jail cell no matter what. But See you jump on your horse riding it away from his reach.Hearing you laughing.And shouting at him. “Your such a Cute sheriff to have fun with.Shadow blood!!” He couldn’t get you out of his life no matter how much he tried.Your words have some affect to his cold heart.

Sheriffchoso,Who hates when people call him,his nickname ‘Shadow blood’.The name means His presence is as one of a shadow quiet but full of darkness and willingly to bring anyone to the ground even if means that he has to draw out blood.That why they call him shadow blood because most of the people he bring in have blood on themselves.But when it comes out your mouth he can’t help it but enjoy it,But doesn’t know that yet since he so focus on his job that he doesn’t have the time to notice that he like the way you roll it out of your mouth.

Sheriff!choso,Who says that he hates You but see you help give some poor kids some food,and make them smile,he face seem to form a smile without his brain thinking.And when he notices that he was smile he wipe it off his face and goes back with a stern face. It when you turn around to see who looking at you,just to see choso looking at you with stern face.Then your visit with the kids had to be quick as you disappeared into the alleys of the town.

Sheirff!Choso,Who Knows that you enjoy him chasing you down,Especially if your completely bored on days.On these occasions you’ll be rather flirty with him,even if it meant having a bloody injury cause by him.He can’t get you to shut up.he would tease in a nonchalant tone but he’s face would have a sly grin.

You had a gunshot wound in your stomach (that wasn’t a serious injury one but still made you choke blood out of your mouth)and blood siding down your mouth as you were on the ground and Choso on top of you holding your hands together with one hand and taking away your gun.As his other hand held his gun against your chin,making you completely helpless,well sort you still got your legs. Spitting out blood as you stare at choso with a smirk.Choso stares as you with an intense stern eyes. The red color fits you perfectly it makes him think that anything you do just look effortlessly good on you. “What Mr. Sheriff you liking the view your getting or the fact that your on top of me”You said with a light chuckle as your chest would start to fall up and down.As your heart beat against your chest,hoping that choso doesn’t hear your beating heart. You couldn’t help but enjoy the view of him,a few strands of his hair perfectly felled onto his face.As the moonlight hit perfectly on his face showing those dark brown eyes that you enjoy seeing.You weren’t even bother by the gun that was place on your chin.Maybe it the blood lost that take in place but you wanted nothing more to be underneath him.If you hadn’t known your size difference you do know now. “Are you seriously flirting with me right now.When your like this.” His raspy voice was clear as day to hear and his cologne clouded your mind,but in a good way. He mind we’re trying to trick him with voice that he doesn’t need to hear right now, ‘God she look so beautiful underneath me,under the moonlight’. He was sweating due to chasing you down the whole way.He was out of breath his chest moving up and down to gain so sort of air. “What the problem choso?You seem to like it,and what taking you so long to tie me up and take me to your pretty little jail cell” “Oh don’t worry I Will bring to my jail cell, and then finally you won’t be making any joke once you’re there.” He added with a huff of a laugh and a grin.That a new expression you never seen but it look damn god on him that for sure. You only noticed that he loosen his grip on your hands. When he heard you saying his name he could hear his heart beating against his chest. You just chuckle at his grin,You wonder how the hell that this man doesn’t have anyone. As choso body was up top of your stomach and ready to get his handcuffs,you acted quickly.Warping your legs his torso And flipping him over to the ground and getting your hands free of his grip.Now your on top of him like that,You wouldn’t believe how much fun you would have with choso underneath. But you had to go quickly to clean this wound before it got worse.You choke out more blood by chuckling at the positions switch. “Sorry Mr sheriff but I can’t let our cat and mice game go down that quickly.” You said as you quickly grab your gun and run away from him before shouting. “If no body Told you this,you Damn good sir!”With a laughter and the sound of horse galloping away was heard. Choso one needed to have a breather after all this.One he couldn’t let the picture of you underneath him with a smile and two the other is that he needed to slap himself because he had you right in his palm and now your whatever the hell your at. ‘The color red fit you’ he thought without hesitation and thinking about what he came up. He soon got up and started looking for his horse and then went back to his house.

Sheriff!choso,who was alright until he went to work to only get news that he will be having a assistant.Being his little brother.It was just a easy assignment.But it seems like he can’t get you away from you.

It just a normal day until he comes to work having some news that he would have an assistant with him today. He didn’t expect it to be his little brother,I mean yea he did,he knew that yuji was training to be a sheriff like him.But he would be mad at him,but couldn’t not when yuji look very adorable in his outfit.And with his proud smile,Choso was already melting at how cute his little brother is. Today was just him and yuji going around the town,Making sure that peace is ok,and then right next to the house.There were gun shots. Choso and yuji went on top of his house and headed towards the store.They made it to the store to see that the front glass are broken and most of the items there were scatter on the ground. Choso got off his horse,soon followed yuji walking right next him.They were looking and saying if everyone is alright.Calmimg down the citizens.One of them yelling at yuji blaming him for not being to early to stop this.And that one of them being the owner of the store. ”It Your Fucking Fault For Letting That Motherfucker do this!!” “I’m sorry sir for not being early here in time,but I gonna-” ”I Don’t NEED YOUR Pity,God are you stupid,I need you to GO GET THAT FUCKER!!!”The owner spitting out of his anger at yuji.As He kept trying to calm the owner down.The owner face turning more red then ever as he walked more closer to yuji. Choso could hear the commotion from the other side of the store,and instantly walked towards yuji worried about him.Choso was busy asking citizens of what there and how that happened. “WHAT taking you so fucking long,ARENT you A Sheriff!DO SOMETHING STUIPD SHIT!!” ”Please sir,lower your voice down,I completely understand that your angry but it’s- the owner raise his hand aim to slap yuji face,but someone else stopped him from getting a hit.Griping it with such force.That made the owner wince in pain. ”Woah,you really must haven’t heard of ‘Kepping your hand to yourself’ at all” You stated in a calm voice but your face was everything of the opposite.You other hand laid on your hips as you glare at the owner. Yuji was looking at you with a big eyes,he was so amazed by how fast you acted.And scared at the same time by your expression lance on your face. ”You were seriously going to harm the kid just because of your stupid store got destroyed that wasn’t even his fault” You said with a disbelief tone.Looking at the owner. Choso finally made it and stop as he see you holding the owner hand in place.One he was shook to see you in broad daylight in some casual clothes. And looking at the owner with annoyance.And then he see what was going on. Right before he was able to stop the commotion,because a crowd of people were looking at you guys. ”Let go hand bitch” The owner bites back. “Ok I’ll will after you say sorry to the kid that was trying to do his job” “It ok Ma’am,hehe” Yuji said with a sly smile and some blush on his cheeks.Being an embarrassed by someone like you. “What happened Here,and what is the commotion for” Choso calm yet stern voice being heard was able for you to stop gripping the owner hand,as choso appears next to you guys.You just crossed your arms. ”Ok first I’m sorry oni Chan for not being next to you,and secondly i was trying to get information from the owner but almost got hit in face but thanks to the very gorgeous beautiful lady that stop it and then that it” Yuji explained with exaggeration that it made you laugh at the cute fact.But quickly stop as you heard yuji said brother. ‘WAIT what this kid is Choso brother’ You look at choso with a big smile,knowing that he knows how your face looks by now. Choso grumble something underneath his breath. It only took a few minutes for choso to get everyone to clam down and to make sure that they’re out the building for the other sheriff to come there. Meaning that it take time for the sheriff to come he see you and yuji talking.He see how yuji eyes go wide open with such excitement and amusement. As if yuji could sense him walking towards you guys he shouts at him. “ONI CHAN WE’RE HERE!”

You just chuckled at yuji tactics.As now choso is there in front of you guys.

”So why you never told me about your adorable brother”

“One it doesn’t matter on why I didn’t”

”Oh come don’t be such a shadow”

“WAit! Choso you know her?!?” “…. No. . “

“Yes he does know me I mean I’m not that hard to notice,he’s just shy”

“No I’m not shy” “How did you guys meet!?Did you guys used to be friends in the sheriff department before or something”

“Well it started at-You were soon shut off as choso cover your mouth,and walking off saying he need to talk in private alone with you.You wave off yuji.As your long *color hair* got in the way of your view.

In short He kept asking question about what and why were you doing there and were you the one who destroyed the store in which you answered truthfully. after that you tease him with his brother. He couldn’t bring you down.

Sheriff!choso who is absolutely in denial and doesn’t know what these feelings are.When he in shared apartment with his brother.When he closes his eyes he has a image of you smirking at you,it was like a perfect picture of you. almost everywhere he goes he remember something about,let it be your hair color or eyes that know how to keep him at night or your favoritve color.He honestly think he going insane and that he just need to reesure that he is a sheriff and your just a outlaw

Sheriffchoso who is suddenly try’s to understand why you decided to become an outlaw.He try’s to comfort you,wanting you to trust him.

sheriff choso, who at night bring a snack with him,knowing that you would meet him.As He silence-ly pass you that snack.Making sure your alright.

SheriffChoso, who realizes that he actually enjoys your company more then anything,he look forward to seeing you smile.To tease him,to make joke about whatever he does.He actually feels like himself around you.

SheriffChoso, Who hates to admit that he doesn’t like seeing you with bruises or having marks on your body.But the hates the most is that you try to hide it from him,and that give him the most piss off look ever.

Sheriff!Choso, who tells you repeatedly that you have to stop this game,that it not worth it.He says that to you because your infecting his mind,and he thinks that it better if you become a normal citizen before someone other sheriff actually get you. He thinks if you do that he doesn’t have to imagine the worst.He can’t admit that you have a piece of his heart with your smile.

SheriffChoso who is inlove with you and knows that your an outlaw.Something he should put in a cage but can’t help to do.

Sheriffchoso,Who grabs your gun with one hand and the other he grabs you chin with a light tug,and bring his lips on top of your.Leaving afterwards.leaving you shock and flustered.

THAT ALL I HAVE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT

Save a HORSE RIDE what-!!!!!

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Don’t copy or paste my work

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Not a crush (Pedri x Reader)

**I got this request and thought it could be cute and fun. It’s true that the Spanish press has been talking about this arms situation a lot, so it’s a good blend of fiction and reality. But then it turned into one of those writing projects that changed 7 times before its final form. For a second I even thought about turning this into a series. My brain! Anyways, enjoy reading! ❤️**

ETA: I ended up writing a series based on this imagine that you can read here!

Word count: 2685

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“All those years in uni to end up doing this”, you muttered. “I’m never going to be taken seriously”.

“What are you talking about?”

“This article I have to do”.

Your colleague Jordi moved his chair closer to yours to peek at your computer screen.

“You know that we can’t use the computers for personal stuff, right?”

You put your head on the table. Really, no one was going to take you seriously.

“Huh?”

“Why are you looking at photos of shirtless Pedri? Got a crush?”

“Shut up! I have to do an article about the evolution of his body in the last couple of years”.

“That’s cool”.

“It’s stupid!”

“I’ve done worse when I was an intern. Don’t be so negative”.

You guessed he was right. It could be a lot worse. And you didn’t have a crush but…there were worse ways to spend a Tuesday afternoon than looking at photos of a cute player. And being given an excuse to stare at his body, which had definitely changed in the last couple of years. You didn’t visit the gym much but liked it when others did. Especially if that was the result of their gym sessions.

Writing the article actually took a good chunk of your day. Between getting the right photos and videos for it and asking for permission to use them, the actual writing and your colleagues' stupid comments about it, it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be at first. But it was a good article. And once the editor saw it and was happy with it, it was posted on the newspaper's website.

The following day you posted a link to it on your social media accounts and a little later you started to go through the comments. So many of them talked about how you were only picked to do that article because it was about a man's body and you were a woman. Right…nothing new on Twitter.

“Stop replying to hate comments”.

“It’s therapeutical”.

"It's pointless".

Just one more…

It wasn't just the press or people on social media talking about Pedri's muscles. His teammates loved to tease him joking about that too.

"Here comes the Spanish Lewandowski", laughed Eric.

"So funny".

"Please don't be mad at me. I'm afraid you'll use those big strong muscles to punish me".

Pedri did use his muscles to push his friend and get him out of the way. He knew it was just banter but it all got boring after a few days.

"There needs to be a big signing or something so your arms stop being the topic of the week", told him Ferrán, who was looking at his phone.

“Yeah, I saw Barça posting about it on social media too. People are so overdramatic”.

“Totally, but I didn't mean that. I meant the new article”.

"What new article?"

Ferrán showed him your article and Pedri sat down to read it properly. It was a great article. You took the time to analyze the way his game could be influenced by this body change and picked different photos than the ones used by everyone else. He guessed there were still proper journalists out there. What a plot twist.

"It's a good article", he said, giving the phone back to his friend.

"The internet seems to disagree".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know if they disagree but the girl who wrote it was getting a lot of shit on social media".

"Why?", Pedri couldn't hide his frown.

"I didn't look much into it but I saw people saying nasty things to her and then they found some old tweets and …seems like she used to have a crush on you and now she writes about your muscles or whatever and people on Twitter are the way they always are".

"Right", he murmured. He had listened to everything his friend said but also got stuck on how you used to have a crush on him. And he didn't even know who you were but footballers…they just loved being loved.

"No point in deleting them now", said Jordi.

"I wasn't going to…".

People had too much time on their hands. That was the conclusion of the day. Somehow, just because of your article, someone decided to check your entire Twitter history to see if there was anything they could accuse you of. They probably were mad to find no offensive tweets but they found two where you retweeted a Barça fan page and wrote about liking Pedri.

The funniest thing was you barely remembered those tweets. You saw him, thought he was cute and posted that. Then you moved on. There were many players you found cute but had no time for crushes. Pedri got a mention purely for the fact that he signed for your team.

But now this was being used against you. So childish.

"Are you busy next week?"

You looked up to see your boss talking to you. He never talked to you.

"I guess. I mean, I'll be here working. So…".

"Do you have a passport?"

"Yes".

"Your English was good, right?"

"Pretty good, yeah".

He only had to look at your CV to see all the qualifications you had, including all the diplomas that proved your English was more than good but…no one cared that much about an intern.

"You're going on the US tour", he said and left. How could he drop that bomb and leave?

Your jaw was on the floor and Jordi was staring at you with a similar expression.

"Wait!", you said, finally able to get up and follow your boss. "What do you mean I'm going on the US tour? There is a group of people chosen for that already. It was decided months ago".

"I know", he said casually. "But one of them can't go and you'll take his spot".

"But I'm just an intern".

"Do you not want to go?"

"I do! Of course I do!", you said quickly. "But it doesn't make sense".

"Look. You're doing really well here. And you've gotten people to visit our website more than ever with just one article so…you earned it".

You had heard about all the visits to the website after the Pedri article was posted. But the way your boss was avoiding holding eye contact told you everything you needed to know.

"Am I just going because people think I have a crush on one of the players that'll be there?"

"If you weren't a good journalist, that wouldn't be enough for me to send you with that team. But it doesn't hurt".

"Ok, I'll start packing".

This was a great opportunity and you weren't going to reject it just because of some of the reasons surrounding it. But the excitement you felt when you first heard about the trip completely vanished.

And when you checked your Instagram and saw a certain player was looking at your stories…it was even worse.

No one took you seriously but you'd prove them wrong.

The pre-season was both loved and hated by players. Pedri didn't really have strong feelings about it. It was just part of the job and they got to visit some different places so there were positives to take from these couple of weeks.

Another positive was having you around. After finding out about your article and your past crush on him, he checked your social media accounts. There wasn't much on any of them, since they were professional accounts. But there were a couple of photos of you and your dog.

Stories were something you also used to mostly promote your work and it was while checking those he found out you were going to the US too. He was hoping you'd meet at some point but didn't expect you'd be the one to interview him.

"Hi, nice to meet you", you said, extending your hand for him to shake. So professional.

"Nice meeting you too. I really liked your article about me".

Something changed in your expression and he couldn't understand what it was but you quickly got back to professional mode.

"Thank you. Let's get this done quickly. I was told we only have 15 minutes".

The interview was pretty uneventful. You asked good questions and Pedri gave you good answers in return. But you were so serious. He didn't know you personally, so maybe that was how you always were. But Pedri had a feeling there was more to it.

"Was that good?"

"The interview? Yes, thank you for your answers. They were really good".

"Easy when the questions are good too".

You nodded, quickly looking away.

"Are you ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because it seems like you would want to be anywhere but here".

You closed your eyes and sighed.

"Is it because of what people said about you?"

His words made you open your eyes and you finally looked at him. Instead of answering, you simply nodded.

"Don't pay attention to them".

"Easier said than done. Especially when they are the reason I'm here".

"The reason…".

"I'm not here because I'm good at my job. But because people thinking I have a crush on you got us a lot of attention. And now this interview will get more attention. So I'm basically just a pawn and I guess so are you".

"I'm sorry".

"It's not your fault".

Picking up your things, you got ready to leave but Pedri stopped you.

"I don't read what people write about me but my parents do. They like to keep the articles and print the photos and all that. Things parents do, I guess", he shrugged. "I read your article because Ferrán showed it to me and thought it was great. And then my parents told me about it, praising your writing multiple times. Your newspaper might be using you but you're good. You showed it to me in this interview too so don't feel sad".

"I don't have a crush on you".

"What?", but then he realised what you meant. "I didn't praise you because of that. God, you really need to get out of that mindset".

When Pedri started to laugh, you were more confused than ever.

"It's not you against the world. And people will praise you just because they genuinely want to…but now I'll be the one who's sad".

"Why?"

"I liked thinking you had a crush on me".

Now you were laughing too. Finally, he got to see the smile he had seen in those photos.

"Thank you for your words. I needed them. And you must go to train. I'll see you around".

"Yes".

The interview was posted just a couple of hours later. And even if Pedri's words helped, the comments you got still hurt.

Got what she wanted. To meet him.

"Yes, that's all I wanted in life. I can retire now".

"Why are you looking at your phone like it offended you?", asked one of your colleagues.

"It's the people inside it that offend me".

"Are there people living inside your phone?"

You half laughed at his bad joke.

"I know what you need to cheer up".

"Really?"

"Yes. Thoughts on karaoke?"

That made you laugh. You were such a terrible singer. "I like it. People don't like hearing me sing, though".

"I want to hear you sing so you're coming with us tonight".

One of the easiest ways to get in trouble during pre-season was to go out and wake up to paparazzi photos of the party. But when it was the coach that took you out…then it was fine?

Pedri wasn't really into parties anyways but he thought karaoke night could be fun. He wasn't planning on signing but knew which teammates would. His phone was going to record all of it to tease them in the future.

"It started already", said Xavi, who was the first one to get inside the bar.

And he was right. There was someone leaving the stage while they found their tables. And someone else took the previous person's place immediately. Pedri wasn't interested in the random people who were going to sign but still looked up to see who was talking to the guy that controlled the machine.

And it was you who was on the stage.

"Well, that's a surprise", he said, almost to himself.

"What is?", Ferrán was now looking at the stage too. "Who is she? She's hot".

"The journalist who wrote about my muscles".

"The one that doesn't have a crush on you?", he laughed. "That's funnier now that I know she's pretty".

Pedri rolled his eyes and continued staring at you. He could see you were giggling and it was such a change from the super serious woman he met for the interview.

You picked a Franz Ferdinand song. They were one of your favourite bands when you were a teen and after seeing them live at the FIB, you were back to listening to all their songs on repeat.

Oh, when I woke up tonight, I said I’m

Going to make somebody love me

I’m going to make somebody love me

And now I know, now I know, now I know

I know that it’s you

You’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky

Your voice wasn’t great but who cared about that on karaoke night? Pedri didn’t. He just stared at you. You looked so relaxed. Just having fun instead of the worried version of you he got for his interview.

“Whoever she chooses would be lucky. She isn’t lying”.

Ferrán’s words took Pedri out of his daydreams. “What do you mean?”

“The song”.

“I’m not really paying attention to the lyrics. What do they mean?”

His teammate explained the meaning of the lyrics quickly and Pedri had to agree. Whoever you chose would be very lucky.

“I wouldn’t mind being the chosen one but you saw her first. Shame she doesn’t have a crush on you anymore, Pedrito”.

Yeah, it was a shame.

When you finished your song, you felt so much better. This had been the right plan to improve your mood. None of your colleagues wanted a drink, so you went to the bar to get one. It was needed after all that singing.

“I didn’t know you were a singer too?”

You turned to face Pedri and snorted. “Yes, it was my plan b if journalism didn’t work out”.

“There is always autotune to help”.

Pedri was pleased to see you laughing at his words. It was the second time in just one day he had achieved that.

“Do you want a drink too?”, you asked him when the bartender was taking your order.

“Just water, please”.

Once you got your drinks, none of you moved from the bar to go back to your friends. You just kept chatting.

“I mean, who knew writing about someone’s arms could lead to so much drama”.

Pedri followed your eyes which were now staring at his biceps. “Want to touch them?”

Yes. “No”.

“After reading the article I wondered if you knew more about my body than I do, you know? So it’s ok, you can touch”.

You bit your lip, trying not to blush. "I know you hear every day about how good you are at everything and that makes you overly confident but you aren’t as great at flirting as you might think".

"I heard about how great I am from you too. So you're at fault".

"I've barely written about you apart from that article".

"Yeah, but the old tweets…".

"I told you I don’t have a crush on you”.

“And the way you’re blushing says something different”.

When he leaned closer, you noticed how your knees were touching beneath the bar. They had been touching for a couple of minutes and you hadn’t even noticed. Nor did you feel the need to move.

“Not here”, you said.

“What?”

“Not where people can see us”.

“I thought you didn’t…”.

“I just want to test a theory”.

“What theory?”, he asked, smirking at you.

“If the crush I had on you two years ago is still there”.

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wooahaeruby · 3 months

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Chapter 11: Three's A Crowd

Chapter Word Count: 4,676

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Was he scolded for his reckless actions? Yeah. All three of his managers, the PR team, and the VP of Pledis had jumped down his throat on the first day after the incident.

Seungcheol had been beside him the entire time, rebutting each and every argument they had about their idol image, their safety, and most importantly, you. Jihoon didn’t really need Cheol to come to your defense, he had been doing just fine repeating exactly what he said the previous night in the dorms and on Weverse. Why their team thought arguing with two of the most stubborn people in the group was a good idea, he’d never know.

Twitter had been flooded with screen recordings of the live he did. Realistically it was a PR nightmare but all he really saw was the positive feedback. Fandoms of multiple groups had made comments on his actions, bringing up other idols like Chen from EXO and Bobby from iKON who had found their soulmates and started families while still working. There was of course the hateful comments but many came to the defense to combat the antis.

It was the era of humanization in his eyes. Idols were not robots, nor were they property for the fans. They had lives outside of their profession, friends that were both celebrity and non-celebrity, and soulmates either with them or waiting for them.

“ All of you, stop please. I’m getting a headache from the back and forth that isn’t getting us anywhere.” The VP sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “ It happened, fine, we can’t take it back, but for your sake and Y/N’s, don’t ever do something like this again.”

“ We can’t just have him going around and-” One of the Hybe PR representatives tried to argue but the VP held up a hand.

“ And we very well can’t have him publicly apologize because the fans that do support him would be in an uproar. They would know he doesn’t mean it.”

Jihoon watched the stare down between the two, very well knowing that this could have gone a lot worse. Beside him, Seungcheol gave a simple pat to his leg and spoke up.

“ Let’s just focus on the rest of the tour and get through Caratland.”

“ Jihoonie, why don’t we come visit you and meet them?” His mother hummed through the phone.

He had been on the ride back from Hybe with Seungcheol, still technically on a small break before they would have a few more practices for the next stop on tour. Seungcheol was scrunching his nose up, suppressing the snicker that threatened to leave him.

“ Do you think that will be a good idea? Coming all this way, staying in a hotel, then having to leave so soon since we’ll have practice?” He was trying to find every way to not have them come. Maybe saying how busy they would might help-

“ Oh nonsense, we can come and stay and take them around- Y/N, right?”

“ We call them Ruby, mom!” Seungcheol leaned close, speaking into the phone the best he could with Jihoon trying to push the older man away.

He was in hell and Seungcheol wasn’t helping.

“ Ruby? Like that little song you wrote?”

Seungcheol took the phone from his hand, starting the small tangent of why Mingyu specifically picked the name. He couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying but it made the other laugh and continue on. The conversation had shifted as they pulled into the parking garage of their building. The leader was talking about the tour so far because apparently Jihoon didn’t tell his own mother about them getting back aside from a text that he found his soulmate, not even a phone call.

“ Give me that, hyung.” Jihoon snatched his phone back from the other, quickly saying goodbye to his mother before hanging up with her. “ I’m going to see Ruby-ah.”

“ You should let your parents meet them, she sounded so excited asking about them.”

Huffing, Jihoon tucked his phone into his pocket, rubbing the back of his neck as they got out of the van. “ I know, I just still don’t want to overwhelm them much. Nothing is changing for me but everything is changing for Ruby-ah and I want to spread things out before that.”

Walking into the elevator, Seungcheol nodded his head side to side, needing a moment to think and possibly give a better solution to everything. “ Maybe before the Japan leg? We’ll have a few weeks before In The Soop 2 then practice and flying out, it should be more than enough time, yeah?”

Jihoon contemplated the idea, running through logistics in his head. It wasn’t a bad idea aside from the fact that once they left for the next part of the tour, everyone would be flying around and sleeping in hotels for three weeks before that. Unless things were bought, you’d be sleeping on a foam mat on the floor for a bed even after they returned. Hell, even the idea of needing to have you around for In The Soop? Things were getting even more complex before it got better.

“I’ll figure it out, hyung.” Standing at your door, he felt the low rumble of exhaustion through the bond. You only got up a bit ago based on the feel, it was nearing noon.

Hand raised to knock, he heard the shuffling of your feet and the door swung open before he got a chance too. Staring back at him now, he took in your form, messy hair and dark under eyes. You had wrapped yourself in the comforter, letting it drag behind you on the clear-ish floor.

“What did you do?” You asked, lifting your phone to him. Twitter was open on the screen.

Quickly he averted his eyes, dropping his arm and fiddling with the strap to his apple watch.

“ I asked, what did you do?” You asked now in Korean, your tone firm.

He sighed, still not meeting your eye. “ I heard you both times…”

“Are you going to answer me then?”

“...Do I have to?”

He let himself be pulled into your apartment, the door nearly slamming shut behind him. He watched as you shuffle-marched into the bare living room and turned back to him. You looked a little mad but he couldn’t tell if you were actually mad since you didn��t feel mad.

Jihoon kicked off his slides and stepped further into your home, keeping a small distance between the two of you. He could feel you watch him with every step.

“ I’d like to say that I was really mad when I went live. And I feel no regret regarding my actions.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in as you frowned your brow, staring at him now. “ You could have given me a warning? A text? I found out because Jamie and Kazuki texted me over a hundred times while I was asleep!”

Okay, he could have done that…But he instead cried, went to his room and slept until he was rudely awakened by their manager.

But you didn’t need to know all of that-

And you were right either way.

He took a step closer, raising his arms in defeat. Your shoulders dropped and you sighed, curling the comforter closer around your body. Now he could feel the smallest shreds of anger between you held onto flow away into the distance of the bond. It was replaced with annoyance.

“ I should have, but I wasn’t thinking straight.” Jihoon got closer now, placing a hand on your blanketed shoulder. “ I was mad and I couldn’t let them think that they would gain some sort of fucked up favor from me.”

He watched as your face morphed from annoyed to neutral. Your eyes were looking for something on his face and a part of him felt a little self-conscious at being analyzed so close.

Swiftly a hand came up and a finger raised to point at him. He had leaned back some, surprise written on his expression. You had poked the finger into his chest then pointed towards his face. He stared down your finger to your face, seeing your nose scrunched up the slightest bit.

“Don’t, and I mean don’t! Do that again. I’m already gonna have a target on my back and I don’t need you fueling the crazy train of fire!” You flawlessly switched between the languages, a huff coming out after. “Now either show me good places to order furniture and groceries or take me out to go there.”

He insisted that at least two security guards accompany you and he was grateful you didn’t try to fight him on it. Texting the little group chat the members had, Jihoon asked if anyone needed anything since the two of you would be going out shopping, sliding his phone into his pocket to wait for a reply.

You had gone off to get changed and gather what you needed to head out. Jihoon could feel the small tidbits of excitement that buzzed under his skin but also felt the anxiety you were trying to suppress. He leaned himself against the wall, across crossed, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing.

A knock at the door had him perking up and looking at the small screen that showed outside of your door. Taking a breath in, he saw you shuffle out, wanting to stop you from answering it but you smiled brightly and hurried to the door.

“Hey!” You smiled as Mingyu stood outside of the threshold, his eyes beaming with a smile plastered on his face. “ Did Jihoon-ah invite you?”

Mingyu shook his head, looking over you to him. “ Nah, he put out a text in the groupchat and I thought I’d just come along and help.”

Jihoon had to resist rolling his eyes. Yeah he loved his members but a small part of him, outside of the security, wanted to be alone with you, a little domestically. Now though, he didn’t want to just kick Mingyu out because you looked so happy, but that didn’t mean he had to be fully happy about the uninvited guest.

You had looked over to him, the smile once on your face dropping as you looked at him with curiosity. He could tell you felt the tiny sprout of jealousy he let slip but all he did was shake his head to you.

Jihoon waved both of you off some. “ Let’s get down to the garage so we can wait for security.”

Stepping out of the elevator on the garage level, Mingyu gasped and threw his arm around you.

“ Coups-hyung, Shua-hyung, and Jeonghannie-hyung are also coming, they were in the dorm with Dokyeom when I was up there.”

Jihoon internally groaned, frowning his brow as he walked behind the two of you. The trio was growing into a sextet and he was going to have to deal with teasing from both Jeonghan and Joshua. Nothing was going the way he wanted. Still, you looked so happy, much different than the tear streaked face you had yesterday, and he didn’t want to ruin the peace you held in your heart.

The trio was already standing beyond the inside entrance between the garage and the apartment building, either on their phone or standing around. Hearing the door open, they turned, greeting each of you with small hellos and bows of their heads. Mingyu had fist bumped Seungcheol and gave little nods towards the other too. Jihoon hummed his greetings and stood behind where Mingyu pulled you in and had you greet the oldest of his group.

He could see that you were a bit flustered, probably having to do with your bias standing right in front of you. He suppressed another roll of his eyes, stretching his neck to calm himself.

It was going to be a long day.

Mingyu was scheming, you could see the glint in his eye as you were being ushered into the van that pulled up. Jeonghan and Joshua had filed into the back and he pushed you into the back row with them. You tried to fight it a bit but he insisted and you were holding up their travels…so you ended up getting placed between what were known as the evil twins of Seventeen.

“ Where are we going, Ruby-ah?” Jeonghan asked from your right, buckling himself into the seat.

You just had to think about them like Jamie and Kazuki, or you told yourself that at least. They did remind you of them…

“ Well, to not bore you with the details, I asked Jihoon to show me places to buy furniture then I need food because I can actually cook for myself.”

Joshua snorted a laugh from your right, shaking his head to try and get the smile off his face.

“ Mm, that’s alright, Jihoon can’t cook either so good luck feeding him for the rest of your life.”

You heard a scoff from the row ahead of you where Jihoon, Seungcheol, and Mingyu sat. The latter and Seungcheol both snickered at Jeonghan’s comment.

“ I don’t mind, your soulmate will have to deal with a pretty face and you complaining like an auntie if any video I’ve seen is true.”

From the corner of your eye, you see Jeonghan’s mouth slightly agape. He sighed out, a sly smile gracing his face.

“ Whoever my soulmate is will love me no matter what.” He tried to retort but your tongue got the best of you.

“ Until you open your mouth.”

The van erupted in laughter and a wave of amusement passed through you. You covered your face, nose scrunching up as you laughed. Peeking over to Jeonghan only had you laughing harder. He had his mouth hanging open, puffing out laughs in disbelief as he stared at you.

You quickly gave an apology but it didn’t mean much as you continued to laugh, tears blooming in your eyes.

“ Wahh- I’ve never seen him so shocked!” Seungcheol had turned in his seat, bright eyes looking at both of you.

For a second, you met his eyes but quickly looked away. Your cheeks flared with heat and you could tell you were blushing, however you hoped your out of breath laughing would make it seem like you weren’t. Using your short sleeve to wipe away the tears, you looked at Jeonghan who was still trying to collect himself. He had closed his mouth at this point, crossing his arms over his chest and huffed.

“ I’m being beaten at my own game.” He pursed his lips, looking out the window for a moment then back to you. He was smirking now, eyes filled with mischief. “ I think we will get along swimmingly, Ruby-ah.”

Jihoon had turned in his seat to peer back at you three in the back. Jeonghan and you were staring at each other with wide grins, an unspoken agreement forming between them.

Turning your head back to the leader duo before you, they too shared a look, but one more distressing than the one between you and Jeonghan.

“ We have just set ourselves up for hell.” Seungcheol whispered to Jihoon who’s eyes widened and a shiver ran down both his and your spine.

“ I’m blaming Mingyu since he said you guys were coming.” Jihoon whispered back.

“ Hey! Don’t blame me!”

And an alliance was made at that moment.

Just as Jihoon agreed, your little group was driven by security to a furniture store, specifically an IKEA which had you snickering as you saw the blue and yellow building.

“When you finish decorating, you need to invite everyone over and cook for us.” Jeonghan hummed, pulling his mask over his face as he stepped out after you.

You raised a brow as you pulled your own mask up. “ Shouldn’t the guests bring housewarming gifts like food and a cheap little plant?” Sweet sarcasm laced each word.

“Unless Mingyu, Seomin, or I are cooking, I don’t think you want to die.” Joshua fixed the bucket hat on his head and readjusted his mask.

“ I want meatballs.” Mingyu hummed, taking your arm in his and walking off away from your group and towards the entrance.

“ He is just stealing them away.” Jihoon scoffed, walking between Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

Looking back over your shoulder, you could see the other four with one security guard while the other tried to keep up with the pace Mingyu had set between you. The jealousy from earlier was heavier in your chest and you felt a little bad to be dragged along as such. Getting to the main level of the store, you tried your best to break off from the taller man but he was unrelenting in showing you something he found cool or even cute.

Joshua had fallen into a quiet conversation with you about any pieces you thought about getting. You had taken pictures of items you would need to order but with the size of the van the guards had arrived in, you were sure a few smaller boxes could fit if you tried.

“ You should get a big couch so everyone can come over and sit on it.” Seungcheol commented, sitting on one of the display couches, arms resting over the back, legs spread in a typical man spread.

You averted your eyes, letting a long breath of air out of your nose, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Nope, you wouldn’t fall for anything-

“ Who said any of you were invited?” You asked, looking at another display of an L-shaped couch to the left. “ Or are you just inviting yourself over?”

“Careful, Ruby-ah, he’ll think you’re flirting.” Jeonghan warned playfully, taking a seat next to Seungcheol.

Envy clawed at your soul. It felt a little suffocating but when you looked at Jihoon, he was in conversation with Joshua about an ottoman he could buy for his studio. No sign of any type of displeasure or jealousy was on his face. It was confusing you.

“ You okay?” Mingyu asked, stepping into your field of vision.

You only nodded and continued to look at the display furniture, taking pictures of tags and taking note of items. To keep Mingyu from hanging off of you, you had him carrying a basket of items for you, glad it was stopping him from clinging to you.

Mingyu, even through videos, was someone who was clearly clingy. It was evident when he was around certain members, especially Jihoon, Minghao, and Seungkwan. He is always the person to remind these members how cute they were or just generally holding onto them. It was easy to see that you were a new friend to him even in the short time of knowing the man. He was kind and loving, a little too much in the physical contact department but you didn’t mind. You could understand the jealousy that Jihoon was feeling, having your soulmate clung to by a giant of a man. The part that had you a little annoyed was that he wasn’t doing much to stop Mingyu. You had to take it upon yourself to find a way to hinder Mingyu’s affection.

Getting down to the actual warehouse floor, you already were ready to go grocery shopping and go home. Jihoon’s jealousy was eating at your last string of sanity and Mingyu wasn’t helping. With haste, you found the smaller items you wanted and a small tool kit. Jihoon offered to push the cart which you allowed, even adding the ottoman he wanted onto the pile.

Joshua had been a steady, quiet figure beside you as you waited in line. Behind you Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol were talking about an upcoming schedule while Jihoon was silent in front of you, waiting patiently with the cart. On either side of your small group, guards stood, keeping watchful eyes out for anything out of the ordinary or dangerous. They moved with you and you felt safe, or as safe as you could with two guards in a big ass warehouse.

Paying for your items separate from Jihoon, Mingyu tried to get a few things as a gift, which you shot down instantly. The jealousy bubbled back up again, having settled for a bit prior, and you took a calmly breath in.

“ Food is on me,” Joshua called out to your group, placing a hand on your shoulder. “ Go find a table, I’ll take them to get food.”

Before you knew it, Joshua was leading you away, one of the guards following you while the other stayed with the rest to find a suitable table. The line for food was long but you were thankful to be away from almost all of them to settle.

“You’re allowed to be annoyed.” Joshua spoke, sliding his hands into his pocket. “You’ve looked annoyed since walking into the store.”

You cringed, dropping your shoulders and sighing. “Have I been that obvious? I’m trying to keep my mood up but it’s just not getting better.”

You watched as Joshua looked over to your group towards the back of the food area, most of them sitting and playing on their phones. “Is it Mingyu or Jihoon?”

“Would it be bad if I said both?” You glanced at him, letting the other take in your exasperated expression. “At first, I was fine with Mingyu all over me, he is like a giant puppy that just wants attention. Yesterday was like that and I was okay with it too, Jamie and Kazuki were physically affectionate people, I loved it. But today?” You rubbed a hand over your face, following him as you took a step forward in line. “Jihoon is so jealous and it's radiating through the bond but he isn’t saying a single thing. I’m the one trying to stop Mingyu by filling his arms with shit and staying a few steps back.”

Joshua’s expression goes from curious to empathetic. “He means well, Jihoon just isn’t good at expressing himself. It’s been years for me and sometimes he is still hard to read most days.”

“The problem I’m having internally is whether I tell him I know because he knows that I know that he is feeling that way, or just let him come to me. Just because I can feel it I shouldn’t just air all the laundry out and place the blame on him, right? But shouldn’t he talk to me? I’ve been annoyed and he’s barely said a word to me aside from talking with the other guys and I know he can feel it.” You grumbled out your rambled response when annoyance tangled beside the jealousy Jihoon held in him.

You wanted to rip your hair out and beat him with a shoe.

“ And now he is annoyed, and I’m back to wanting to go home.” You switched to Korean,

Joshua laughed, letting you simmer in the feeling before patting your back gently. “Maybe you should talk to him. He won’t come to you unless you tell him it’s a problem.”

You were happy to be home, glad to have help from each of them with carrying groceries and boxes. Mingyu had happily carried a box of a nightstand while Seungcheol and a guard easily carried a coffee table. Joshua and Jihoon provided plenty of help with the smaller items and food store bags.

You ushered the oldest and Mingyu out, motioning for Jihoon to stay behind. The smile you had on your face as you bid each a goodnight faltered as the door closed and you paused, hand on the doorknob to collect yourself. Turning to where Jihoon sat on your living room floor, he averted his eyes when you tried to meet them.

“ Jihoon-ah..” You spoke up firmly, watching as his shoulders tensed. “ Can we talk about it?”

“There isn’t anything to really talk about.” He replied, rolling his head and stretching his neck.

You took a deep breath, stepping into the living room. Standing before him, you placed your hands on your hips. You couldn’t get mad at him.

“ You can’t hide it from me and it ticked me off all day.” You sighed out, “ And you just let your jealousy wash into it without saying a single word. If you don’t like something, you can use your words.”

Jihoon looked at you, frowning, biting his lower lip to hold in whatever was actually on his mind. Annoyance that rivaled your own was flooding the bond with envy. “ Then what? When I’m not around will you have him hang off of you? It isn’t like you stopped it at first and you probably didn’t yesterday.”

Your mouth hung open and you looked off to the side, shaking your head. “ You are going to blame me? I started to pile his arms with stuff to make him stop.”

“But you could use your words too!” He was getting angry now, standing up and pacing around the room, avoiding any boxes. “ You're my soulmate! I wanted to go out with you today and when Mingyu showed up I wanted to tell him to fuck off!”

“And how is that my problem when you don't say anything!” You threw your hands up, groaning in frustration. “ Jihoon-ah, just because I can feel every single emotion you have, does not mean I am going to know what it’s exactly about! It’s emotion sharing, not mind reading!”

You haven’t felt him this heated before. Yes, he has been angry in the past, but now it was different. He paced around the room, running a hand through his hair and grumbling under his breath. Every part of him was tense and your hands balled into fists. You didn’t know what to say next, his anger was getting to you.

“ For once I want something for myself, I want to be selfish and I don’t want everyone hogging you.” He muttered, shaking his head and setting his jaw. “ I want to be the center of your attention- I want to hold you and protect you but he just gets in my way-”

“You can’t hog me, Jihoon-ah. I’m a person not an object. I can have friends outside of you.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh.

Moving your gaze back to him, his shoulders dropped and the anger he once held in his face faded. When he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost painful if you could place a word to it.

“ Ruby-ah,” Heartbreak was written all over his face now. “ I don’t mean it like that. I just- God why is talking so hard-”

He pushed his hair back, holding the strains back from falling in his face. Jihoon was struggling to form the words and regret perched above any anger and jealousy you once felt.

“ I’ve waited years, hearing stories of friends and family talking about meeting their soulmate. I’ve had to share everything for years since debut with my members, literally everything.” He moved towards you, letting his hands fall to his side and just simply resting his head on your shoulder. The bond thrummed with warmth. “ I don’t want to share. I want to be the one you hold onto. I want to be the one you let hold you. I want to plan stupid little dates that you’ll make fun of me for because it will be cheesy.”

Slowly, you felt his arms wrap loosely around you. “ I want to write songs about you and for you. I want to be everything with you and for you.”

You raised your arms, one sliding across his back and the other coming up to run through his hair.

“We really are two idiots, huh?”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #seventeen jihoon #woozi x reader #svt woozi #soulmate au #seventeen soulmate au #seventeen fic #svt x reader

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afterdarkprincess · 4 months

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Winner Take All

Rating: Explicit Pairing: CM Punk/Drew McIntyre Word Count: 1,778 Summary: After their encounters on the April 29th Monday Night RAW, Drew McIntyre finds CM Punk backstage. Alone. AO3 Link Listen- I had a beach day today and this just... happened.

THIS FIC IS EXPLICIT: This fic contains Rape/Non-con elements and Dubious Consent- Read at your own discretion! 18+ ONLY. This fic also contains: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Slut Shaming, Choking, Spanking, mentions of blood, canon-typical violence. Full tag list on A03.

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Losers hope things happen.

Losers pray for things to happen.

Winners make things happen.

Drew stares down at the ring, his pulse roaring in his ears, loud even over the crowd. It can’t drown out him though, not the man that caused the damn beating in the first place.

Punk’s sat there, under the lights, microphone in hand.

His voice caressed his senses, like Punk was whispering the words into his ears rather than speaking them into a microphone for all to hear.

“Winners make things happen.”

He’ll make Punk regret those words. He’ll make him pay. He’ll-

The spotlight goes out, plunging him into the darkness of the crowd. They’ve gone to commercial and the segment has ended.

But it hasn’t ended for him. This never ends for him.

He takes a deep breath, in for 4, out for 6. He focuses on just that until he feels at least mildly in control, enough to venture back out into the concourse.

He’s stopped by a few people before he makes it backstage. His surly expression keeping all but the most passionate and least aware away from him.

It’s a blur of faces, and he just manages to be decent to the fans. It’s getting harder and harder these days, he can barely focus. Not when his thoughts are so jumbled up and plagued by Punk.

Morning, noon and night.

Punk calls him obsessed. The fans online say the same. If they only knew the half of it. The dark things he dreams about, the desires that scare him and arouse him in equal measure.

The way he’s haunted, seeing him down every corner.

Wait.

Maybe?

Drew’s backstage, lounging around catering, chatter from the various performers floating in and out of his ears.

There’s a flash, just out of the corner of his eye that pulls his attention away from Twitter. For a moment it looked like- Hell it had to be worth it to at least look right?

He stands abruptly, ignoring the screech of his chair and the indignant looks he gets.

He crosses the room in a few steps and follows down the hallway where he saw him.

It only made sense. They could not hide him forever. Punk had to have a dressing room, or if not they had to get him out of the building somehow.

If he could be so lucky, maybe he can catch him.

He turns the corner to just a flash of a cut off white tee shirt, the distinct tattoos- Drew quickens his pace, breaking into a jog.

His pulse races. He doesn’t have a plan, he just knows he has to reach him, has to capture him.

His footsteps echo down the empty hall as he turns the corner into another empty hallway. He pauses, catching his breath. Maybe he was just seeing things- maybe Punk wasn’t there, perhaps he’d already left or security was with him. It was a long shot to find him like this, alone-

CM Punk walks into his view, seemingly turned around in the labyrinth of hallways. They lock eyes for a long moment, both frozen together in time.

He’s here. Within reach. With no one else around.

Winners make things happen.

Drew’s on him in a few long strides.

Punk’s eyes widen, but he stands his ground, puffing his chest like a tiny Pomeranian whose bark is worse than his bite. A fitting image for Punk he thinks.

“Bravo,” He claps. “You found me.”

For all his bravado, Punk is shaking slightly. Good. He should be afraid.

Drew backs him into the wall, using his height and bulk to it’s full advantage.

Punk’s eyes stay on him, chin jutting up defiantly, smirk firm on his mouth, like he’s still the one in control. Drew watches Punk’s gaze drop for a moment, from his eyes down to his lips, and that simple action turns the embers of his desires into a full blown flame.

Drew grabs him by the arm, squeezing tightly on the arm that he injured, causing Punk to gasp in pain.

He scans his surroundings, spotting a door marked as a storage closet, and he muscles the protesting man towards it, yanking the door open and shoving them both inside.

He quickly locks the door behind them.

“What the fuck, man?” Punk rounds on him, fist up and inches from his face.

He catches it, marveling at the way his fingers completely dwarf Punk’s fist before he viciously twists Punk’s arm behind his back and uses the leverage to push him up against some boxes.

He grinds his hips against Punk, teasing himself for what’s to come. His dick already stirring to life with interest.

Punk groans beneath him, seemingly out of wind. “Drew-what, ugh- whatever this is, you don’t need to do this.”

Drew can’t help but laugh, deep and full of bitterness. “Oh, Punky but I do.” He grabs the collar of Punk’s shirt and pulls hard, choking him as he leans close to his ear. “Do I have your attention now?”

Punk’s panicked gasps for air are music to his ears.

“You’re not gonna be able to talk your way out of this, you’re not gonna be able to run away this time, no.” He releases his hold, letting the other man’s torso fall back onto the crate with a thud. His fingers move deftly to the waistband of Punk’s joggers instead. “You’re going to lay here, and you’re gonna take the consequences of your actions.”

He yanks the waistband down to Punk’s knees, exposing his pale cheeks and thighs to the stale air.

Punk yells, finally taking in the gravity of the situation, but Drew can’t have someone come running and ruin this.

He claps a hand over Punk’s mouth, silencing him. “Shhhh… don’t give me a reason to make this worse for you.” Drew shoves his pointer and middle fingers inside of Punk’s mouth. “Suck.”

He feels a warm tongue swipe along the digits, getting them good and wet. He runs his other hand along the soft exposed skin of Punk’s shoulder, tracing the tattoos.

Before he hears it, he feels vibration around his fingertips as the older man moans.

Drew lets out a chuckle, as he pulls the wet fingers out. “Interesting.”

Punk pants, catching his breath. “Fuck you.”

He moves back, crouching as much as he can in the tight space, searching for- aha there it is. Punk’s cock stands proud, jutting against the wooden crate, red and leaking.

Drew pinches the spongey head, which earns him a delicious little yelp.

“Figures,” He refocuses his attention on the puffy hole that winks at him. “I heard the stories, ya know. From the AEW locker room. How you bent over for all of them.”

He presses the two spit shined fingers in, amazed at how little resistance he faces. His long fingers are buried in up to the knuckle, and Punky’s sweet little erection didn’t even flag.

“So you won’t even deny it?” He asks, crooking his fingers inside, searching for the nub of his prostate. “Is that why you’ve been tormenting me? Hoping I’d snap and fill your greedy little arse now that you’re not getting fucked by the whole roster?”

He must have found it, because Punk squeals, the sound high and sweet, but too loud for his tastes.

SMACK

His big hand meets the meat of Punks ass with a satisfying crack, leaving a red handprint in its wake. “What did I tell ya about being quiet?”

Punk’s hole clenches tight around his fingers at the impact, and he rubs at his prostate roughly.

“S’that what you get off on? You like the pain?”

Drew smacks his ass again, leaving a matching handprint on the other cheek.

“Yes- ah ah, fuck.” Punk moans. “Yes, I like it- ohh.”

He shoves his ring finger in to join the other two, not bothering to add spit before pushing it past the swollen puffy rim.

“And have you been making my life a living fucking hell with the intent of having me fuck you like the nasty little whore you are?” Drew spreads his fingers roughly, his dick fully hard and tenting his kilt. He doesn’t have much more patience left in him.

Punk doesn’t respond for a moment, head hung in shame as he bites his fist. It’d make a real pretty picture if it wasn’t counterintuitive to Drew’s plans.

He pulls his fingers out roughly. “Must be mistaken then-“

“No! No no please!” Punk whines pitifully, pushing his hips back, just a hole searching for something to fill it. “You’re right- you’re right. I was hoping-“

Drew shoves his kilt and wrestling briefs down, and buries his thick cock inside of Punk in one smooth thrust. He grabs Punk’s mouth before he can even think to scream again.

He leans in to Punk’s ear again, relishing the way the older man’s insides mold around him, welcoming him into it’s tight clutch. “Don’t you know Punky?” He rocks his hips back, feeling the head of his dick glide against Punk’s prostate before he presses back in to the hilt. “Only losers hope for things to happen.”

Punk moans brokenly around Drew’s grip on his mouth.

“Winners make things happen. I made this happen.” He bites down at the skin of Punk’s neck, hard enough to break skin and feel the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.

He admires his handiwork as he increases his pace, drilling in and out of Punk’s hole. He notices the red tinge of blood on his thick length, no wonder the glide is so smooth.

Drew’s nearing the edge, the slick heat of Punk’s inner walls combined with the symphony of his whines and gasps.

“You know this won’t be the end, don’t you?” He aims for Punk’s prostate on each pass, and he doesn’t miss. “Now that I know yer dirty secret, now that I’ve tasted this arse, rest assured I’ll be filling you up every chance I get.”

“And when I get back?”

He wraps his hand around Punk’s throat, squeezing. “There won’t be an inch of that locker room I haven’t fucked you on.”

Drew watches rapture cross his lovers’ face, and the satisfaction alone causes him to erupt, spilling deep inside.

His free hand finds its way to the little swell of Punk’s lower stomach, presses into the mess of cum and imagines he can feel the warmth of the evidence he left inside radiating out.

No matter what happens now, Punk is his.

It doesn’t matter if he has the belt, in the end he is nothing if not a winner. ___

Hope you enjoyed my unhinged creation!! 🙈🙈

#punkintyre #cm punk x drew mcintyre #wwe fanfiction #she's dark friends

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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you don’t go to parties | c.h

calum hood x reader

summary: you’re sick of being a celebrity’s girlfriend. sick of the parties, all of it. it was bullshit.

warnings: angst, angst, and more angst. swearing. heavy use of ‘bullshit’

a/n: yup, your fave is back with her brand, angst ! as much as i love to write soft cal i just had to write this. i’m not too entirely proud of this work, but i decided to post anyways. i feel like my writing skills are going down the drain. if you have any tips please let me know. also, i’ll confess, this was inspired by the nancy and steve fight from stranger things but with a twist. i hope you guys enjoy !!! feedback is appreciated.

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you were suffocating in the sea of people the music was loud, people pushed against you while getting to their friends. you finally backed into a corner with a beer in your hand. somewhere in the crowd, your boyfriend was dancing with his buddies. leaving you alone, yet again. it had been like this every week. this was becoming an annoying routine.

you hated parties. hated them.

but, you attended them for your boyfriend that is the only reason you kept going. but eventually, you stopped. they were annoying, the people there were fake, and you hated being drunk. you always said the worst things under the influence. but, you’d go for calum. he enjoyed having you around, and you enjoyed his presence too, of course, but the partying was getting out of hand.

he wasn’t your calum anymore, every week he would drag you out to another party to get hammered and listen to music too loud. it wasn’t you. you hated every minute of it. but, you’d smile through the night just for him.

you felt like you were drowning, every night you’d be out. it was hard to stay above the water. your mental health was declining, rapidly. but no one knew. it was becoming a habit, calum would leave you sometime during the night and you’d sit in a booth on your phone for the rest of the night.

eventually, you would just leave. which then leads to not going to parties at all.

you and calum were slowly becoming different people. he was out every other night, you were at home wondering what went so wrong? this continued for over a month. you were getting tired. you missed him.

one night, calum was out, per usual, you saw pictures of him going around on twitter. he was dancing with a girl you didn’t recognize, and you didn’t know everyone in los angeles. at first, you didn’t think anything of it, until later that night. the press spotted them leaving the party together with a headline of “calum hood seen leaving l.a club with a mystery girl. what happened to y/n l/n?”

then another night, they were spotted leaving the club again. the media took hold of their sightings and proceeded to make post after post. you scrolled on twitter seeing the headlines and comments the press made. the mystery girl turned out to be someone named miya. in the photos released you saw how she touched him, trying to make advances on him. it made your stomach churn.

‘i never thought calum would be one to pull something like this’

‘i can’t believe he would do this to y/n. i’m so disappointed’

‘i don’t blame him, tbh. miya is so much prettier than that pig’

‘disgusting’

‘y/n deserves it’

you felt burning in your eyes, holding back your sobs as you shut your phone and sinking into the bed. bringing the comforter close to your chin. your chest burned with anger, balling the blankets in your fists silently sobbing.

you didn’t know how long you laid there, but eventually you fell asleep. tears staining your cheeks and eyes puffy. it wasn’t long before calum finally returned home. his loud rustling coming from downstairs woke you.

“we didn’t do anything, you know.” he said, abruptly. “i didn’t say anything” you replied, staring at the wall. “you’re thinking it.” he rebutted. “how do you know?” “because i know you, y/n. you’re worrying. i don’t have to see you to know” you sighed, turning on your right side, now facing him. “calum” he looked down at you, noticing your puffy eyes. “you’re different.” he tilted his head. “what happened tonight was something i never thought would happen. and it’s killing me, cal. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” you sighed. “it wasn’t like that. i just got her an uber, she was wasted. that’s all. i promise.” he answered.

“do you think you could please take a break from the parties? i miss you, i miss the old you. the one who would have movie dates with me and eat my terrible cookies.” he laughed at the end of your sentence. and maybe you were right, he should spend more time with you. even if it meant he would miss going out, he’d do it for you. he loved you that much. “okay” he smiled, “i’ll stop. we’ll go back to the old us.”

and you did, but it only lasted two weeks maybe. calum enjoyed his time spent with you cuddled on the couch with duke watching awful movies or cheesy rom-coms. it finally felt like old times, being by his side. you felt like things were going back to normal. but it didn’t last very long.

as it neared halloween, calum was informed of a halloween party ashton was throwing. “hey, y/n” he walked up behind you, standing in the kitchen. “ash just texted me, he’s throwing a party for halloween” you almost cut him off but he beat you to it. “before you deny, it is a small party. only close friends. plus, we can pull out the chucky and tiffany costumes?” you stared at him, not believing he was pulling this on you. “if i go, do i have to go to another party again?” you raised your eyebrow, followed by crossing your arms. “no, i’ll never ask you again. just one more time. then were done. i promise”

“will she be there?”

“who?”

“don’t play dumb cal”

“no, ashton only invited close friends.”

“fine, but this is the last time, cal. i mean it.”

the two of you arrived, hand in hand. everyone was dressed up with either their friends or partners. soon enough you spotted the rest of the guys and the girls. immediately, sierra spotted you. “y/n!” she grinned, almost jogging to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. “you look amazing!” you grinned, looking at her outfit, matching luke. angel and devil. “are you kidding, y/n?! look at you! that corset is doing you justice.” she giggled, which then caused your giggling fit. “why thank you.” you accepted her compliment.

“how hard was it for you to get calum to dress as chucky?” she asked, walking over to grab drinks with you. “honestly? this was his idea” you laughed, ordering your choice of drink. “and honestly, i kinda dig it.” “well, i think you both look incredible.”

the rest of the night was followed by your unusual drinking. it was shot after shot, not letting go of your cup once. you were in the living room which everyone was using as a makeshift dance floor with sierra, deciding if you were gonna act like everything was okay, you’d put up an act. you’d do what he wanted.

calum was barely tipsy the entire night, he kept his eye on you, knowing how you’ve been feeling for the past few weeks. he watched as you almost drank yourself to death. and eventually, he had to intervene.

“y/n, i think you’ve had enough.” he tried reaching your cup. “nooo” you shook your head, trying to refill your drink. “you..said have fun” he shook his head. “yes, but not to be blackout drunk.” he began pulling on the cup. “stop!” you pulled back, he let go causing the drink to spill all over your outfit. you let the now empty cup fall to the ground, taking a look at him. his eyes wide, realizing what had just happened “y/n..i..” before he finished you stormed off to the bathroom.

“it’s not coming out, babe” he closed the door behind him, watching as you tried desperately to wipe the liquid out of your dress. “it’s coming” you slurred, messily rubbing the rag. he sighed, reaching for your arm. “come one, let me take you home.” you continued the motion, staring at the large stain. “no.” you answered, sharply. “y/n, come on. let me take you home” his voice was soft, not wanting to make you upset.

“you wanted this!” your protested, throwing the rag back into the sink, slurring your words. “no, i didn’t. not this” he started, keeping his gaze on you. “i told you to stop drinking, y/n/n.” you shook your head. “bullshit!” you began to raise your voice. “it’s not bullshit.” his hand now on your back, keeping you from falling over. “bullshit.” you turned back to him, meeting his eyes. “no, it isn’t bullshit, y/n.”

“no, you!” you demanded, and he let go of you immediately. he stared, puzzled only blinking, not knowing how to handle this. how to handle you under such pressure. “you’re. bullshit.”

“what?” his voice barely audible. “what do you mean?” calum stammered. “you’re..pretending like everything is fine. like we’re okay. like miya isn’t ruining us. or..or” calum stares at you, his heart aching. had you felt like this all along? he had hoped this was only the alcohol talking. “like we’re great. like…like we’re in love” you continued, “because we’re partying. yeah, let’s party” you drawled, barely getting the syllables out.

“it’s..it’s bullshit!”

“like..like we’re in love?” he repeated. with a few words, his world had fallen apart. he brought his hand to your face, wiping the hair from your face. “y/n?” “it’s. bull. shit.” you insisted. he shook his head. calum didn’t want to believe the words spilling from your mouth. no, not now. he saw the tears welling in your red eyes, he would do anything to take away your pain. he wanted to fix it. you had kept him grounded for so long, you helped him find his ways. calum was so infatuated with you.

you hadn’t said anything, only staring at him while tears fell. calum felt defeated, he sighed taking a step back then reached for the door. “okay.” he muttered, leaving you alone in the bathroom and slamming the door.

calum sat on the sofa, his body aching, head pounding, and heart aching. he recalled your words from the previous night, he considered leaving the party altogether but he didn’t. he brought you home because he loves you.

it was beginning to rain, the atmosphere was heavy. he felt suffocated, replaying the moments from the party. he wanted to convince himself it was all a bad dream, that you didn’t say any of those words. it was just a really bad dream. he yawned, rubbing his temples hoping the tylenol would kick in already.

“calum?” you groaned, standing behind the sofa and rubbing your tired eyes. like him, your body hurt and the pounding in your head didn’t seem to cease. “hey” he muttered back, not looking in your direction.

you tried recalling the night before, he wasn’t acting right. did you say something to him that made him upset? you couldn’t remember anything past you dancing with sierra. “did something happen last night?” his face was still nose-deep in his phone, trying his best to drown you out. “you tell me” he glanced up to look at you then back at his phone. your heart sank, what did you say to him? “what do you mean? i don’t remember anything. i just remember dancing with sierra..a spilled drink and that’s it.” you replied, falling on the loveseat, across from him. “apparently we’re bullshit” he started, before dropping his phone in his lap. his eyes now meeting with yours.

“i’m bullshit, we’re bullshit, and we were pretending we were in love” he deadpanned. you blinked, not having any recollection of this conversation. “i was drunk, cal. i don’t remember any of that. i don’t think i meant it.” you argued. “right, then tell me.” he demanded.

you blinked, what was he talking about? “what?” calum laughed dryly. “tell me you love me.”

you fell silent, fidgeting with your fingers. you did love him, of course, you did. but lately? you had been questioning it. within the past two months, he was someone different. you knew it wasn’t his fault, you wanted to love him but he wasn’t your calum. this was a debate that had been going on in your mind every day.

calum watched your expression fall, the silence made him anxious. similar to a feeling of being on a rollercoaster. he was anticipating your answer, but maybe he already knew the answer. calum knew after the rumors of him and miya surfaced. yet, he still made himself believe everything was okay because he loves you. to calum you were his sun in the darkest days, you were the one thing to keep him going. and maybe he was being selfish by making you do things you made very clear you didn’t want to do.

“i..” you started, averting your eyes, looking at the wall behind him. “i don’t know,” you said, followed by a long pause. you saw his face soften, realization hit him like a rock. his eyes fell looking at his hands holding his phone. “you’ve changed, calum. and not in a good way. you’re unrecognizable. i’m stuck in this house all the time, only to go out for work or to get groceries. meanwhile your out getting blackout drunk with your friends!”

“you’re the one who chooses to stay home.” you chuckled, “i know because every time we went out i’d end up alone anyways. i was uncomfortable and you didn’t care.” your lip trembled, and your eyes burned to try to keep your tears at bay. “so, yes, blame me, but you’re the one who threw this relationship out a lot of time ago, calum.”

he was picking at his nails now, his chest burning as his eyes began to gloss over. he was never one to show his emotions like this, let alone be so vulnerable around someone. “so what does this mean for us?” he finally looked up, eyes fixating on you. you paused, chewing on the inside of your cheek. what was the next step? “i guess..” you began, “we should find ourselves. i don’t think i can continue living like this.”

it was the blunt truth, calum knew this. he wasn’t dumb. he saw through your facade, he knew you were hurting. “okay.” he nodded, wiping his eyes before any tears could make their appearance. standing up from the sofa, he took a deep breath. “i’ll get my things.” you watched as he exited the room.

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thesupreme316 · 1 year

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Hey hun! I was wondering if you wrote for Takeshita? If you do can I have him and a gender neutral reader baking cinnamon rolls together?

Cinnabon Love (Konosuke Takeshita x GN!Reader):

Summary: You and Takeshita bake cinnamon rolls together.

Word Count: 931

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, thanks to anon for requesting this (sorry for taking so long). also thanks for being patient. it was my first time writing for him but I hope I did him justice. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: I AM TALKING ABOUT PRE DON CALLIS (EW) TAKESHITA CUZ MY LIL CINNAMON ROLL BOI WAS PURE AND DELIGHTFUL

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff @triscillal

We all know that Takeshita loves Cinnabon

Like you were even doubting that he loves you because of how much he talks about it/eats it

I mean did he have a relationship confirmation on Twitter with the company

You: So is this our relationship? Or am I the third-wheeler?

Takeshita: You are the third wheeler….don’t ever think otherwise

You never understood what was so special about them…especially when you could get a whole pack from Walmart at a cheaper price

He gave you major side-eyes when you said that

Sometimes he would be very heartbroken that he couldn’t get some either due to a time crunch or the state not having one

So when you told him that you could make some at home; he lit up like a Christmas tree

But he quickly went back to his pouting state as he said he was a horrible baker

To which all you said was that he just had to put the desert on the sheet and bake it

You took him to the store and he just stared at the different products Cinnabon had

Cinnamon rolls, cookies, cake, even breakfast sandwiches

But he ultimately decided to get cinnamon rolls and cookies after a rough day (of Don Callis trying to corrupt his sweet mind)

You brought the bags in as Takeshita raced to the kitchen, slamming the chilled dough on the counter. Quickly, you put the groceries up while Takeshita was scrambling for bowls. Once he found said bowl and slammed the cabinet door shut, he slumped his shoulders, pausing all actions. You looked over at him confused, questioning why he suddenly lost energy.

“Takeshita, honey, what’s wrong?” You asked

He looked over at you with puppy dog eyes, “I don’t know what to put in the bowl. Even if I did, I can’t bake.” If this man was a dog, you would have sworn you saw his tail stop wagging. You giggled a little bit.

“Honey, we don’t have to mix anything. Cinnabon has their rolls ready to bake.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his tall (beautiful, structured, golden, toned-) body. He smiled as he put an arm over your back, reciprocating the embrace. But you couldn’t help to notice that his hand twitched when it made contact with your back, it only does that when a certain thing happens. You sighed as you proceeded to ask, “Takeshita, did you slam your finger in the cabinet?” He nodded slowly against the top of your head. “Do you want ice?”

A moment of silence went by, and as soon as you were gonna repeat yourself, Takeshita spoke up in a very sheepish and quiet tone, “Yes, please.”

After getting him the ice, you instructed him to sit down as you popped open the cylinder of cinnamon roll dough. His eyes lit up as he saw the raw dough rise ever so slightly. With his other hand, he started to place the rolls in the buttered pan. You soon had to take over as he nearly ate a raw roll and almost dropped the pan.

You slid the full pan into the hot oven, damn near burning your eyebrows off. As you closed the oven door, music started to play in the background. You turned around to Takeshita doing a little dance, making you laugh. You joined in and started dating as time went on. As the rolls were baking, Takeshita played some of his favorite songs and reminisced about the trips you two would take to different bakeries (each time having a different lead-up).

As the last minutes approached, Takeshita just sat in front of the oven, waiting for it to ding. When it did, you nearly ate the floor trying to make sure he didn’t open it immediately and take out the scorching pan.

“Why are you getting in the way of my love?” He pouted. You rolled your eyes as he basically disregarded you.

“They need to cool down first and then you can touch them…you overgrown toddler.” You said smacking his noninjured hand away.

As soon as the rolls came out of the oven, Takeshita started to ice them (you didn’t even know when he heated the icing). You stayed back and just watched as joy overtook his face. You loved seeing him so happy, especially after a long week of traveling and wrestling. You knew he needed this; a very cheap and content version of therapy.

You watched him plate a single cinnamon roll, grab a fork, and dig into it. Biting into it, a smile took over Takeshita’s face (and yours as well). “How does it taste?” You asked leaning your head on your hand.

“It tastes even better cause we made it together.” He said with a massive grin on his face. Your heart fluttered at the statement. You reached over the counter, aiming to pick up a roll. But your chance was quickly stopped as Takeshita’s hand lightly hit yours with the icing spoon. You dropped your jaw in disbelief as he didn’t allow you to get a treat. “No, you can eat one of your disgusting Walmart rolls.” He said with a mocking voice. Your face scrunched up before he gave you a small corner of his on a napkin.

The nerve of this man….but you still loved him regardless.

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (057) sera watanabe

WORD COUNT. 1282

WARNINGS. angst, an argument: yelling, crying (fighting, bleeding, losing 이젠 지쳤어)

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SERA WATANABE IS SOMEONE THAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED AROUND. FROM THE MOMENT YOU TWO MET, YOU WERE ATTACHED AT THE HIP.

Both of you became trainees at an exceptionally early age. If being the two youngest wasn’t enough to seal your friendship, she was the first person you could comfortably communicate with as well.

Her being one of the only other trainees that spoke English pulled you into a whirlwind of memories. Some bad, some mundane but when you think of Sera, mostly good memories come up.

From when the two of you snuck out for the first time, trainee evaluations, her teaching you Japanese, hundreds of lessons in singing and dancing to crying together because life isn’t and was never easy.

She was the light in your darkest days and someone you expected to be a constant in your unpredictable life.

And then one day she was just gone, leaving you nothing but a note saying that she quit.

You tried calling, texting, emailing, even going as far to reach out to her family. But she never responded back to you no matter what you did.

While Sera Watanabe is confident, caring, clever, and comfortable to be around, she is also impulsive, unpredictable, explosive and selfish.

Your head lays in her lap as the two of you lounge in your room. She’s looking out the window while you look at her, and it reminds you of old times.

Of course, you've missed this, but your brain is busier mulling over the situation you’re currently in. The heavy feeling on your heart makes you wish it was more black and white. At least, that way, you would know what to do by now. Sure, they might like you back but they also lied to you and that’s not something you can get over so easily. Understanding and forgiving don’t go hand in hand.

The atmosphere is heavy despite the calming music playing through her phone. You finally notice her staring back when her fingers carefully wipe away the unnoticed tears on your cheeks. You close your eyes at the comfort, exhaling.

“Are you still crying about those boys my little otter?” Sera started, now caressing your cheekbone with her thumb, a soft smile on her pretty features. “Don’t cry.. They aren’t worth the headache you’ll get later, hon.”

Her words make you open your eyes and meet her gaze as you reply.

“I don’t know about that,” You shrug. “I still care about them.”

She scoffs at your words but continues her ministrations. “Even after they lied to you?”

“Even after they lied to me.”

She hums response as you return to the heavy silence. You know that she doesn’t agree. You know that as she looks away from you, her nose slightly scrunches, meaning she’s annoyed.

Chewing on your lower lip, you decide that you can’t handle the uncertainty. You sit up to face her, her hands coming up to fix your hair in the process.

“I need to ask you something.” You reach up and stop her actions by taking her wrist gently in your own.

She nods, urging you to continue.

“How did you find out about.. y’know, everything?” As you get the words out, suddenly a wave of nervousness hits you like a bad omen.

Sera looks away at your question, busying herself with the walls of your small room.

“I just stumbled on it when I saw that Swan retweeted something from a fan account with a similar name as one of them.. and they all have an otter emoji in their twitter bio.” She dismisses.

Her words confuse you even more, especially the way she says them.

“But why didn’t you tell me right away?”

She pulls her wrist out your grip and turns away from you. “I don’t know Yn, I wasn’t sure.”

The few words she spoke stung more than it should have, the tone even more so. You scan her face, she hasn’t looked at you once since you asked her that seemingly simple question. As much as you want to avoid it, you know what that means.

“You’re lying to me, aren't you?” You whisper.

For the first time in a while, she actually faces you, tears threatening to fall from the glistening brown eyes that usually shone with so much assurance. You can see her getting worked up as she struggles to find the words to make up another excuse.

“What I said about the way I found out is true.” She says, swallowing down a sob.

You nod, your facial expression and tone of voice never changing as you continue to ask for the truth.

“And what about the reason you didn’t tell me right away?”

She trails off and looks down in shame. “I…”

“How does that make you any different from them?”

Her gaze hardened at the question, like you just swore at her or something. Sera stood up harshly, startling you in the process. Her long cocoa hair swirled as she turned around.

“How can you say that? I-I’m not like them! That’s not fair!” She hissed.

You raise you own voice too. “How is it not fair?”

“It's not fair that you’re comparing me to them when all I did was try to protect you! It's not fair that you’re defending them when they hurt you this much! It’s not fair that they already have your attention, while I didn’t even stand a chance! It’s not fair how much I love you and have loved you for all these years yet you never see me!”

There was no doubt the other girls could hear her rant by now as tears ran violently down her face. Her loud voice resonated off the walls until she reaches the very last sentence, when she speaks the last sentence her crying voice is barley a whisper.

It takes every muscle in your body to keep you from running towards her crying figure even though you’re crying too.

“I did see you, Sera, but you left and I moved on! Did you expect me to wait forever?” The question comes out as pleading as you also stand up. “Don’t I deserve to be happy too?”

Your words must’ve hit her as she freezes. Her arms hug her body while the supposedly ‘calming’ music still continues to play.

“I was.. I’m jealous.”

“I care about you and I don’t want to lose you again.” You move closer to her. “But please stop pretending that this was all for my sake.”

Before you can get any closer she grabs her phone and her bag, avoiding your gaze as you just watch her clumsily move around the room.

“I think I should leave.”

You don’t say anything, silently but begrudgingly agreeing with her. You both know that this conversation is something that had been coming since the two of you met again. But now that it’s actually happening, it doesn’t feel right.

Before she can leave, you call out for her one last time. “Goodbye, Sera. Please.. don’t be a stranger.”

“You were right. You deserve to be happy. Even if that’s not with me.” To your surprise, she turns back in your direction, a sad smile on her beautiful features. “And as much as I hate to admit it.. Seonghwa, San, and Mingi truly care about you, Yn.”

Then she closes the door, taking the noise and the heavy atmosphere with her, leaving you standing in silence, alone.

Sera Watanabe is confident, caring, clever and comfortable to be around, she is also impulsive, unpredictable, explosive and selfish.

And she is right. Despite everything, you know they care about you.

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NOTES. who keeps eating fatous pudding :(( ++ i’m sorry that this chapter is terribly written but it’s necessary and i like it’s contents! yn deserves happiness and so do u and i promise the next chapter isn’t as heavy! anyway love ya let’s kiss :3

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sandwichfordinner · 2 years

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First glance (Ithaqua oneshot) (platonic mostly)

The reason I did teen reader it’s because people told me that I should write only platonic for him but idk I feel like I wanna write romantic too but I am about to get cancelled 😍🔥🔥 I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and I was too lazy to edit it so I hope you enjoy it 😭

Also at the end can be a little romantic or just platonically idk

art by pipll15 on twitter

Outside was snowing so badly during this night. It hasn’t stopped for the past 4 hours but you didn’t mind it because you were inside the manor.

The air here wasn’t that warm but it was still nice, at least it wasn’t freezing like outside.

You were walking down the hall after you had dinner with the others, well your teammates from the ‘game’ so called you played with them. It’s not pleasing and not even fun at all.. Wonder how haven’t you died yet.

But now you didn’t want to have those gloomy thoughts in your head, so you continued walking. Honestly.. you didn’t want to go to your room. It was boring, but what can you even do after dinner at this weird looking place. Especially when it’s snowing A LOT. The only answer that you hate: Nothing.

Doing the same thing over and over is so stupid-

You stopped walking as you felt like your eyes saw something down in the garden. You tried to look more clearly through the big window.

It was.. a figure?? Wait isn’t this the new hunter that they announced??

The figure looked up and saw you.. (Eye contact…) You quickly hid under the window , holding your breath for no reason at all. Sweat started to form on your face. They looked, terrifying. Those blue glowing eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine when you remembered their look.

‘Waiting 2 more minutes’ you thought, I mean come on you were startled and couldn’t move .

❄️

You slowly got up from your old position and carefully took a peek to see if they were still there.

No? Where did they go?! OH NO THEY ARE PROBABLY GOING TO KILL ME. You stumbled and started walking faster, going back to the dining room.

Some people have left. Last time you were there which was like 10 minutes ago there was almost everyone. But now there are 7, which you still didn’t mind,, as long as someone is here you’re okay.

,,Oh hey Y/N! Do you need something?? Are you still hungry?’’ Luca smiled at you as he ate the last spoon of food, chucking it in his mouth.

,,Awslo whhats witwht the face-??’’

,,Luca don’t talk with your mouth full of food, you may choke..’’

Luca ignored Emily’s comment and continued eating, still looking at you waiting for an answer. That made you nervous, you weren’t really open here to the adults around you because some of them are mean for no reason, weird and creepy..

,,Come on kiddo, you look so worried, what’s the matter?’’ He gulped the food. He looked like he was in hurry..

,, Its uh,, I thought I saw something and I got scared and now I am here because i wanna eat a fruit.’’ You quickly said as you were shaking a little bit. Luca raised an eyebrow and stared at you confused but quickly shrugged it off.

,,Whatever you say.’’

You quickly took an apple from the table and left the room once again. Munching the fruit you thought about going to the library.

Your pov

The library that hunters and survivors shared…….

FUCK!! Wait what if they don’t know about the library?? Yeah! They probably don’t. I usually don’t read the books especially in this library, because there is just a bunch of old boring information. But still I wouldn’t mind reading one there.

As I opened the big library doors, I stopped walking. Yum the smell of old books filling the air 🤞

Looking around for something to read I stopped on the travel books. Not gonna lie I found these type of books interesting, exploring and learning facts about the world around you, too bad I can’t even see it here.

Focusing on the shelf of books I finally found the one to my liking.

‘A guide book to the 1915 Panama–California Exposition’.. Eh I guess that should do it. I tip toed to get the book since it was a little bit high, I successfully got it and made my way to the big sofas.

No one’s pov

Looking through the pages while walking there you looked up so you know where you’re going and… You suddenly made an eye contact with a black sclerae and dull blue pupils that were staring at your soul at the moment.

,,AH! You were that person or thing that I saw not so long ago! Uh,, please don’t kill me I would do anything I promi-‘’ a sigh was heard behind their mask making you more nervous that even made your words stuck in your throat. It was a guy.

He positioned himself in a more comfortable position, closing his eyes and relaxing his body. He looked like he didn’t want to talk at the moment.

,,I uh.. sorry for my scream I just got scared and uh.. yeah I will go sorry for disturbing you.’’ Your shaky voice could be the only thing heard in the library.

You started walking quickly to the exit but you stopped when he spoke..

,,Wait…’’ stopping your tracks you looked behind you.

,,I… do not mind you staying..’’ his thick British accent was heard behind his mask.

You didn’t really know what to do now. He sounded shy but looked like he needed company. So.. why not then.. even if he scared the absolute shit out of you two times now. I guess he is trying to be kind.

,,Really??’’ You earned only a nod in response.

,,Alright then..’’ Sitting to the next sofa you opened your book to read from it a little. You positioned yourself and started flipping the pages.

,,Where are you coming from?’’ You broke the awkward silence while you were still scanning the old pages.

,,I… uh.. . . . I don’t want to talk about it right now..’’

You stopped reading and looked up and saw him fidgeting with his hands. He’s nervous.

,,Ah.. I am sorry for asking.. well then what is your name..?’’

,,Ithaqua..’’

,,Oh that’s a nice name, never heard of it but its pretty nice’’

,,Thank you’’

,,What about you..?’’

,,Oh my name is Y/N’’

,,You have a pretty name..’’

,,Thank you :)’’ This can’t get any awkward.

. . .

Oh not the social type.. not like I am really too…

He still looked really nervous, you don’t really know what to do.

,,Hey.. are you nervous? Is something bothering you? You can sleep here if you want I can bring you some blankets and-‘’

,,No I am fine..’’

,,Oh well then.. okay. Are you still sure? I could even make you something to drink like hot cocoa.’’

Now he stopped what he was doing and thought for a little.

,,Yes please, can I?’’

,,Of course. I will be back soon you just wait here.’’

‘He seems nice’

❄️❄️❄️

Getting back with two hot cocoas in your hands you handed him the drink and he took the cup with his cold hands. He quickly muttered a ‘thank you’. He removed a little his mask and drank from it. Only his mouth could be seen nothing else. A satisfied sigh left his lips after he drank the hot sweet liquid, and thanked you again but this time you could hear him clear.

You smiled in response and sat on the sofa once again as you drank your hot drink.

. . . .

,,This is the third time saying that but.. I have to thank you again.. but this time for the nice welcome.. I appreciate it..’’ You could see his little smile under the mask that was covering almost his whole face.

,,Hey it’s no problem, If you need someone to talk to you can always chat with me ’’

His pale cheeks reddened a bit which he quickly pulled his mask to cover his face now. Behind it he smiled, which you indeed did a great job getting rid of his anxiety.

,,Can we see each other more often here.?’’

#idv ithaqua #identity v ithaqua #identity v night watch #night watch idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you #identity v headcanons #identity v oneshot #identity v

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doodlemsstuff · 8 days

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Posting my first ever Boxer AU fic I did! It’s one of my older stories. There are some aspects I still like about it but other than that I feel like it aged and doesn’t reflect well of my current writing. But with encouragement of others I’ve decided to finally post it. But this time featuring some art by the great Nixpainting(illy wife) gentle criticism is ofc welcomed, though this is one of my older pieces and I feel like I’ve improved more since then.

Clay belongs to TiltedAvocado’s on insta & Twitter

Bearson and art shown belongs to @nixpainting

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Ray was supposed to be resting. That's what everyone has been telling him. Ever since his match with Clay, he had been badly injured. Ray was almost always injured to an extent after a boxing match. A seam would pop-open, but he would always push through and Kitt would fix him up. But Clay’s match was different. Yes, a seam did pop-open, but Ray kept pushing through like he usually does. Only this time the opened-up seam grew bigger and bigger as the fight continued. Poor Clay hesitated when he saw some of Ray’s stuffing poking out and kept hearing the harsh tear of fabric. But Ray still continued fighting, and if Ray was still fighting, Clay should have to. He doesn’t want to disappoint him. But as the fight continued, more tears were visible, and his breathing started to grow harsher and harsher until he fell to the ground after a clean swing from Clay. But Ray didn’t get up. He barely even moved.

Ray didn’t remember much after that punch. He just remembers staring at the white-soiled ground. His vision disoriented as he tried to get up. His ears rang painfully as he heard the faint yelling of Bearson and many more other concerned people before blacking out.

Now he’s here. Resting. His pal, Bearson, insisted that Ray, and by extension Kitt, come stay at his place until he can recover and he agreed. But he was tired of resting. Tired of lying in the same bed, being checked up on constantly. He could be training for his next match!

Despite being told he can’t fight anymore.

The tear caused by the last match didn’t only tear the outside of his body, but also the inside. Another tear formed in one of his lungs, only growing more as the fight continued. Leading him to have trouble breathing and then collapsing. And now he's going to have trouble breathing for the rest of his digital life. But Ray, being the optimistic and stubborn fool he is, is determined not to let his new condition stop him. Ray faced what he considered worse. Ray had spent his whole existence there fighting. And he isn’t going to drop his whole purpose just because of this.

At the late hours of the night. At the ungodly hours in which he knew, Bearson and Kitt would be fast asleep. He moves. Ray quickly and quietly snuck his way through the hallways. His boxing gloves were held tightly as he moved. Soon finding the room he was looking for, opening the door and flicking on the lights. Bearson’s training room. A room Ray is all too familiar with. Having to spend time in this room whenever he and Bearson wanted to train together.

Ray cut his trip down memory lane short. He wasted so much time lying in bed ‘resting’ when he could have been up and getting ready to fight again! Ray slipped on his patched-up gloves, adjusting them to be extra tight around his wrists as he made eye contact with a familiar-looking beaten-up punching bag. The purple-pinkish monkey made his way to the worn bag, raised up his fists, and started punching. At first, his body felt fine. Although a bit sore and uncomfortable with how tight his boxing gloves were attached to his wrists, nothing was majorly painful. Giving Raymond more confidence to attempt some of his signature moves. Ray was always known for his agility and flexibility. Being known for chipping away at health while moving as quickly as he can to avoid attacks. Ray started hitting the punching bag faster. Hitting the side, front, side, and repeat. Each time he retracted his fist from the bag, his breathing got more and more uneven. But he still kept pushing. He has to. He can’t get winded down by a punching bag. But the more Ray continued to hit, hit, and hit. And move the way he was moving. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe properly. His body started to painfully ache for a rest, but Ray couldn’t stop. He needs to keep going. He needs to keep pushing. If he doesn’t, then he’ll have to stop boxing. He’ll be forgotten about. He’ll be alone.

Ray let out a nasty cough before catching himself on the abused punching bag. Coughing and gasping for air. Ray couldn’t even hold himself on the punching bag properly as his body slowly slid down and fell onto the floor with a hard thud. Ray laid there, coughing loudly and gasping as it finally hit him. He really can’t fight again. If he was doing his regular move set and speed was going to throw him into a painful coughing fit and collapse on the floor, then he really couldn’t fight. No matter how much he pushed. If he can’t get through training like he used to, then he really is useless in this city. He really does have no purpose. Tears pooled around his eyes as he started to weep at this new realization. His crying and hiccuping did not at all help with his breathing.

“RAY!” A familiar scottish voice called out. Ray looked up and, despite his vision being glossy, he could see Bearson and Kitt running after him. “RAY! Ray, are ye alright?!” Bearson hurriedly asked, running to Ray before getting down on the ground. Carefully lifting the struggling-to-breathe monkey up in his arms. Ray couldn’t respond. Awful coughing and wheezing only escaped his mouth. Ray’s furry chest went up and down repeatedly as he tried to breathe, panicking even more. “Ray, ye have ta calm down!” Bearson said, “Breathe Ray!” Bearson was panicking. Seeing his best friend struggling to breathe yet again.

Luckily, Kitt, thankfully bringing her nurse's bag, hurriedly pulled Bearson’s pajama sleeve. Bearson turned to see the small girl digging through her bag and holding up Ray’s new inhaler. Bearson plucked the inhaler out of Kitt’s hands and held the inhaler close to Ray’s wheezing mouth. “Ray, ye gotta calm down before I can put this in ya mouth!” Bearson held Ray closer to him, making the taller man sit up more straight.

“Please Ray… Deep breaths. Fur’ me…”

Ray was panicking badly. But with the gentle yet firm hold Bearson has on him, and the soft pleas of Bearson. Ray tried to take deep breaths the best he could, but the horrific coughing wasn’t making things any better. The moment Ray stopped hyperventilating, Bearson connected the inhaler to Ray’s lips. He pressed the button on the top of the inhaler, the medicine making its way down Ray’s throat to his lungs. At least most of them did. Ray still kept coughing despite his lungs feeling a bit more open and less tight. Bearson looked back at Kitt, who gave him a nod and Bearson gave Ray another puff. The retired bear removed the inhaler from Ray’s lips. Ray’s breathing was deep yet still a bit staggering, but much better than before. Mid-breath, Ray let out another bad cough.

While Bearson was putting Ray’s inhaler to use, Kitt made her way to Ray’s boxing gloves. Un-tighten them and slip them off. Kitt was shocked to look at the dark bruise around Ray’s wrists. Kitt held Ray’s hand, her thumbs moving down to feel the bruise, only for Ray to quickly wince before breaking into a cough again. Bearson and Kitt both made eye contact with each other. The smaller girl pointed to the door of the training room, then to the red and white cross on her bag. Bearson nodded, picking Ray up properly and getting up off the ground.

“Where… Where are you…” Ray asked huskily, his voice incredibly strained. “Yer’ goin’ to see a doctor, Ray.” Kitt grabbed her bag and motioned to be picked up by Bearson. The older gentleman followed her request, extending his arm for Kitt to climb up until she sat on one of Bearson’s shoulders. Upon being perched up on Bearson’s shoulders, she immediately began to work. Grabbing one of Ray’s hands and started disinfecting and wrapping the bruised wrist.

“Aye, Kitt… Maybe we should wait a lil’ before bandaging ‘em up. It's difficult to carry both of ya while one of you are movin’.” Kitt stopped as Bearson requested. But she still held Ray’s hand and now bandaged wrist close to her.

Ray didn’t move, didn’t protest. Of course, he didn’t want to go see the doctor again. But he also didn’t want to have breathing issues either. Ray buried his face into Bearson’s neck. The act itself made the older bear blush, but his warm fuzzy feelings quickly faded, hearing Ray hiccup and sob. ’M’sorry…” He muttered, crying even more. “Shhh. It’s alright.” Bearson softly spoke, “M’here. Kitt’s here. Were here fur’ you, Ray.” Ray only sobbed more, quickly coughing some more. “Careful Ray! You need to breathe. Stay calm as best as ya can.” “H-H-how can I be-” Ray coughed some more before speaking, at least trying to again. “C-Calm when ahm’usless!” Ray cried more, the now ex-boxer coughing and wheezing more. Bearson only held him closer, getting the ray’s inhaler out just in case.

“Ray, you are not useless, ya’here?” Bearson said sternly, but his tone quickly softened. “Ray. I knoo things aren’t great now. Hell, ya’knoo I’ve been there.” Bearson watched as Kitt pulled the half-bandaged purple hand closer to her. Holding the hand against her cheek. “... But ya always bounce back. Ya always get back up again.” Bearson tried to encourage. The taller man in his arms still staggardly breathed, coughing and hiccuping as he tried to calm down and breathe. Bearson took the inhaler back into Ray’s mouth, giving him another puff, and Ray started to breathe more clearly again. Taking big gasps yet still hiccuping. “Aye dunno what it’s like, or how it feels to not breathe properly.” Bearson spoke. “But I do know that this isn’t the end. And I ain’t leaving till ya believe that too.” The monkey couldn’t say anything in response. He didn’t want to say anything. It hurts to talk, hurts to breathe right. Ray only hid in Bearson’s neck again, softly crying once more, but it wasn’t as intense. The smaller girl on Bearson’s shoulder pulled onto his sleeve again, then pointed to the door. The older man nodded and began walking.

After that hospital trip, Ray hadn’t been the same. He wasn’t energetic, bouncy, or eccentric. He was… sad. He only laid in his bed. At most, he would get up to eat, drink, use the bathroom. But he always went back to bed. When talking to Bearson and Kitt, the cajun monkey would only reply with short answers. Not fully engaging in the conversation, Bearson and Kitt try to start up. Bearson could almost didn't believe the sight he was seeing. It felt so unnatural, distressing, and slightly uncomfortable seeing his happy, positive-attitude friend being like that. It was disheartening. But Bearson has been in this situation before. He was exactly like this when he unfortunately was forced to retire. He knows the pain and frustration Ray feels right now. He wishes he could take Ray’s pain away. But he knows he can’t. All he can do is be by Ray’s side as he lies in his bed. Bearson not being far beside him. The older man was lying in his old armchair. But if there's a twisted bright side to this, at least Ray was resting.

#original character #tadc boxer!au #tadc #tadc oc #oc fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #the amazing digital circus oc #posting my old writing I hope you still enjoy it despite it being old af

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ivyandright · 2 years

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Dreomione Drabble

They were doing it again. Holding hands underneath the desk and softly whispering to each other.

Emerald and silver eyes flitted over perfect features, sharp jawlines and bitten lips.

She was just trying to study and they were making it very difficult.

They sat at the table opposite her in the library and kept their heads down for the most part but she couldn’t help watching.

Malfoy and Nott were together. That fact could no longer be denied.

While everybody else in the school only saw the friendship they shared, she was privy to more.

To their soft touches and experimental hand holding.

Why they chose to do it here rather than in their dorm in private was beyond her.

But she hoped they’d never stop.

It was wrong but watching them find each other was always the highlight of her week.

Like clockwork, they’d arrive only minutes after her every Friday evening and do nothing but fawn over each other.

Until today when Malfoy slid his hand over Nott’s face and pulled him closer.

“What are you doing?” Nott whispered, his eyes glazed over but wary.

“I was going to kiss you”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

The brunette gulped and she tracked the movement.

Hermione wished she could be both of them simultaneously. To be kissed by and kiss each other all at once.

“With Granger watching?”

Nott smirked but only looked at her when Malfoy turned over his shoulder.

“She can come closer if she wants a better view”

Her eyes shot wide while her stomach did flips.

Traitorous feet twitched beneath her desk, aching to move. She did want a better view. She wanted to sit beside them and watch their lips slide over the other’s for the first time.

Instead, she ducked her head down, picked up her quill and began scribbling nonsense.

“She’s working, Draco”

“We both know that’s bullshit”

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I didn’t mean to look. Your whispering was distracting. Y-you just carry on with what you were doing”

Malfoy smirked and ran the tip of his nose over Nott’s.

“Come here, Granger, and watch us…”

“O-Okay”

Not one to be told twice when the reward would be so sweet, she took a seat beside Malfoy where she could watch them unobstructed.

It was Theo who leaned in first, looking at her from the corner of his eye for a moment before they finally closed.

The two moaned into each other’s mouths and she stared unashamedly at the way their tongues explored each other.

She whined when they pulled away.

“T-that looked really nice,” she said, completely flustered. Their hands held each other’s face, thumbs brushing over wet lips.

“Please ask us, Granger,” Malfoy said staring down at her mouth.

“A-ask you what?”

“If we’re looking for a third,” Nott finished.

She braced herself, tangling her fingers together underneath the desk, “A-are you?”

“No,” the brunette menace smiled, “We’ve been waiting for you”

“Are you ready?”

Malfoy captured her face, running his eyes over every feature.

“Yes,” she said. More sure of this than anything

“Good,” he smiled. “Because we can’t wait one more day to have you”

Nott stood behind her now but crouched to press a kiss to the side of her neck.

“I’m yours,” she whispered into the small space between their lips.

Theo and Draco shared a look and kissed each corner of her lips at the same time.

She opened her lips too slowly though and then they’d pulled away.

“Wait. Do that again. Please”

“Let’s go somewhere more private…” Theo exhaled excitedly.

“…and we’ll never stop”

Reposted from twitter

#dreomione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #theodore nott #8th year #drabble

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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9 from the prompts list, dealer's choice on characters?

9. You’re probably just being nice but your comments on my youtube videos are so kind I can’t stop thinking about you and kissing you on the mouth

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Comment by DenimLabCoat, six days ago: I've really been loving your content...

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Comment by DenimLabCoat: This is a really great video...

Comment by DenimLabCoat: I'm loving the energy here...

Lup clicked away from the notification bar, closing it. She had other comments to go through, sure, but if she was really honest, she already saw the one she wanted to see by opening up the Youtube app. For the past month, she had been getting comments from DenimLabCoat on every video. There were a few other subscribers that commented every time, yeah, but Lup had only gotten her degree under the guidance of DenimLabCoat's videos and she was- she was kind of going crazy this past month.

He seemed chill. He seemed- okay, well, he seemed a little weird and anxious, but Lup could vibe with that. She had tweeted about getting the first comment from him and he had responded and aaaaah. She opened Twitter next, navigating to her DM's, where her last message to Barry- that is, DenimLabCoat- sat unanswered.

It had been an innocent response. They had sort of been doing a back-and-forth thing to get to know each other. My favorite food is this fan-fucking-tastic salmon fillet my brother makes, what's yours? Oh, you live on your own? I live with the brother I mentioned earlier. Are you seeing anyone? No? Huh. Someone should have snatched you up by now!

Who says that?? Who says that to a man you've barely known for a month and have never seen face to face??? What was wrong with her? She had to be careful and think about things before her fingers accidentally typed "you’re probably just being nice but your comments on my Youtube videos are so kind I can’t stop thinking about you and kissing you on the mouth."

Lup bit her nails, staring at her phone. She had made it weird, hadn't she? It was just like- it was a crush? Maybe? Lup hadn't had a crush since high school, she thought she had grown out of them. She was a grown-ass woman. And yet, here she was, anxiously awaiting a message from this guy who didn't know she existed until last month and trying not to overthink too much.

Taako was staring at her judgementally from his side of the couch. Carefully, carefully, Lup set her phone down and turned her attention back to Diners, Drive-Ins, and Drives. Lup couldn't process what was being said. Maybe she had come off a little too strong? He probably thought she was weird now. Lup didn't need the guy with the denim lab coat to think she was weird.

Her phone buzzed. Lup practically launched herself off the couch to get it. Taako groaned dramatically, but she just opened up her phone and checked.

An email. Fuck.

"Y'know, part of "let's stay home and watch shitty TV" is actually watching the shitty TV, Lup," Taako said.

"I know," Lup sighed, sinking into the couch. She put her phone on her lap, frowning. Taako's expression softened, just slightly. He turned the volume down as Guy Ferrari took a huge bite of a hot dog.

"Boy troubles?" he asked, with a little less teasing than he usually would. Maybe about sixty percent teasing.

"No," Lup said, like a liar.

"Y'know, I'd consider myself a little bit of a, uhh, boy expert-" Lup snorted. "And I can very confidently say: Fuck 'em. Who needs 'em. He's just some guy-"

"He's not just some guy!" Lup defended. "He's DenimLabCoat!"

"I don't know what those words mean in that order," Taako said.

"He's- y'know, the Guy! The denim lab coat guy!"

"Not, uh, not ringing any bells."

"He's-" Lup sighed, running a hand down her face. "He's the guy who made a smoothie out of a ghost pepper. And then had to throw his blender away because he didn't know how to clean it correctly and everything he made afterward was super spicy"

"Oh shit!" Taako said. "You're talking to ghost pepper guy?"

"Barry," Lup said. "His name is Barry."

"That changes the game entirely," Taako said, scooting up to her. He reached for her phone. "Lemme see."

"No!" Lup said, holding it out of his reach. Taako half scrambled over her for it and she laughed, holding it further out of reach. "Taako- no, Taako. He's mine."

"The man who ingrained the taste of ghost peppers into his blender is yours?" Taako said incredulously.

"In a friend way."

"You said it in a very not friend way, though. Like, we both heard the tone in that-"

Lup's phone buzzed again. She all but shoved Taako off of her and opened it up. She clicked on the Twitter notification before she ever had the chance to read it. The DM's between her and Barry popped up.

Haha, thanks, read Barry's reply, but no, I'm still a single-pringle over here. What about you? If it's okay to ask.

Single-pringle. This man was a fucking dork. Lup had a crush on the biggest nerd in existence.

"Single-pringle?" Taako said, with even more disbelief than before.

"I think it's cute," Lup said immediately.

"You don't," Taako said desperately.

"It's dorky, but it's cute! I mean-"

"You can't," Taako said. "SIngle-pringle??? Is this the same guy who dropped a watermelon from the roof of the school he works at? This man has influence over children with language like that?"

"It's- he's a nice dude! I'm sure he's a good teacher!" Lup said. Taako brought a hand up to her forehead as if checking her temperature, and she batted it away. "I'm not sick, Taako, I just think he's neat. To talk to, I mean."

"You're too far gone for me," Taako said. "You have a crush on ghost pepper watermelon guy."

"Barry," Lup said.

"Gesundheit."

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #(barely lsldkfsd)#lup #taako #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #anon #ise cube writing

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gothlcsan · 1 year

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How To Summon a Demon

demon!felix x bang chan

genre: smut 18+ !

synopsis: Demon Felix who hides in the shadows underneath Chan’s bed. Thinking Chan seemed seemingly innocent, easy to corrupt, that is before Felix hears the filthy videos Chan watches before bed.

word count: 3k +

warnings: demons, tentacles, cnc, dubious consent, face slapping, biting, choking, angst, degrading, college.

Cross Posted on AO3

Felix lays quietly underneath Chan, listening to the boy shuffle on top of him, the mattress creaking as Chan rolls over. Quietness fills the tiny room as the hours pass along. Felix crawled out from under the bed and poked his head up to see what Chan was doing, eyes rolling in annoyance as he saw the sleeping boy. He was hoping for something exciting but this meant he’d just have to wait another night, sulking into the shadows with a pout.

Days go by the same, Felix lying awake under Chan’s bed or sitting in the closet, watching the boy sleep, waiting for the day the boy notices him or asks for a service. He's aware how deeply infatuated with the human he was who didn’t know of his existence, that didn’t stop him though.

Felix flinches when he hears the front door of the apartment slam shut, Chan’s bedroom door flinging open with Chan barging in. He looks frustrated, an irritated expression on his face as he drops his bags by the door and falls into bed. Felix watches with amusement as Chan grabs a pillow, screaming into it before throwing it across the room once satisfied. Chan huffs cutely with his bottom lip poking out into a pout, looking to face the alarm clock next to his bed.

12:45 am

He wanted to sleep, irritated from the stressful day at class, but simply couldn’t relax. Laying down staring at the ceiling for a while, Chan sighs, getting up to strip off his clothes, kicking them under the bed, slipping back under the covers to hide away from the world. Felix greedily snatching the discarded clothes, bathing in Chan’s scent. above him, Chan is turning on his phone chewing his bottom lip in concentration as he scrolls through his phone, cheeks redding as he falls into a twitter thread about what he learned to be ‘monster fucking.’ He can’t help but blush becoming aware at how much he likes the demon content, whining as he accidentally brushes up against the mattress when he rolls over onto his side.

Felix silently crawls from under the bed, moving to get a better look, eyes widening as he watches the scene unfold before him. Chan’s body shakes as he forgets his phone, legs tangled in the sheets with his fingers slipping into his mouth. Felix moves to sit quietly perched on top of Chan’s mirror, licking his lips as he continues to watch Chan. He's memorized by the situation, watching his every movement intensely.

Chan moans as he takes his saliva covered fingers and slips them into his hole, shoving his other hand into his mouth without missing a beat. Yet, he’s annoyed, wanting to be full, irritated that his fingers didn’t reach far enough as he’d like them to, wishing he had a set of tentacles to play with him as they wished.

Felix’s ears twitch, smirking. Finally, the human showed his dark desires, meaning Felix could do as he pleased. He jumps down from the mirror, walking slowly back to the side of Chan’s bed, snapping his fingers allowing himself to be seen by the human, who shrieked as he looked up to see someone by the side of his bed.

“Get out, get out now before I call the police!”

Laughing, Felix sits on the side of the bed and looks down at Chan with a smile. He watches as Chan flinches from the hand caressing his cheek, Felix’s cold fingers sending shivers throughout his body. Chan’s body stiffens as Felix speaks to him, not expecting the deep voice that came from him.

“You asked for a set of tentacles to play with you yet this is how you treat me, have you no manners,” Felix questions while he clicks his tongue disapprovingly, moving off from the bed. Chan stares at him in disbelief as he tries to muster up any courage he could find, swinging at Felix who easily dodged the fist with a laugh.

“Oh you mortals, make me laugh, did you just try to hit a demon?”

Felix moves now standing at the foot of the bed glaring at Chan, who was pathetically cowering in the corner of the bed. Chan begs him to leave him alone, to leave entirely but Felix ignores him nonetheless watching as Chan pleads fade away once he catches sight of the tentacles behind Felix’s back. The cool coils snake up the bed and wrap around Chan’s legs, pulling him closer to Felix. Their faces meet as the tentacle wrapped around Chan’s throat brings him up, the demon using another to swipe the hair off the boy’s face, leaving Chan shivering in disgust and excitement.

Chan was aware that he was no match for the demon, becoming docile and obedient, melting in the cool touch of the tentacles wrapping around his exposed limbs. Being lifted off the bed, Chan floats horizontally midair, watching as Felix walks in circles around him, sizing him up with curiosity.

“Do you know how long I've waited for this moment, hm? The hours I'd spend waiting for you to call out for me, years I spent listening to you from the darkest shadows waiting for my turn to finally get a hold of you.”

Chan shivers at the demon’s voice, the tightening grip on him from the tentacles making his body ache in the most satisfying way he could ever imagine. He was scared at the fact he was slipping mentally and the tentacle wrapping itself around his leaking cock was the final snap from reality, Chan sniffling and begging the demon to use him up.

Felix sits in the chair he brought from Chan’s desk, sitting in front of the bed, watching as Chan cries, shaking from the tentacles attacking his body. Chan’s pretty little cock flushing a dark red as a tentacle wraps itself around his waist, snaking up to find refuge in the pretty boy’s throat. Chan gags at the grossly wet sensation running down his throat, eyes watering from gagging. The tentacle thrusting rhythmically in Chan’s throat, his pretty eyes rolling back into his head as he lost all will to fight.

Unexpectedly, Felix drops Chan and retracts his tentacles, standing up to lean over the boy gasping for air. He pats the side of Chan’s face before pulling him up by the hair, forcing the shaking mortal to keep eye contact.

“You’re nothing more than a whore, you know?”

Chan doesn’t answer, crying in pain as Felix digs his fingers into his scalp, repeating the question.

“I know, I know, please stop. I know.”

Felix smiles contentedly at Chan as he nods, undoing his belt.

“I'm glad we could come to an agreement. Let this be a token to show my appreciation, I promise I won't go too hard.”

Felix aligns his cock against Chan’s hole, the slick from the tentacles proving to be a great lube, pushing inside as he slips a single tentacle back into the boy’s throat. He matches rhythm between the two, groaning as Chan’s holes suck him up easily, yet still tight enough where he had to hold himself back from cumming too early. He grabs one of Chan’s legs to hook over his shoulder, biting the soft flesh, making the boy thrash underneath him. Felix just simply pins him down with other tentacles, fucking him merciouslly as he bites and sucks any skin he could reach with his mouth.

“You look so cute being fucked by me, the demon’s pretty human cock sleeve. Don’t worry, baby, I won't kill you, not yet at least.”

Chan cries as Felix leans forward to fuck him deeper, tentacles deep in his throat, pumping his cock, others trying to find any hole to slip into. He was so close, a mess of his own precum and the slick of various tentacles, begging in his head that Felix would let him cum soon.

All he could see were stars, eyesight blurring as he screamed around Felix, a tentacle finding its way alongside Felix’s cock, reaching deeper than he could’ve ever imagined. The sensation made him weak, staring down at the growing bulge in his stomach, shaking his head as Felix tells him to lay back.

Felix removes the tentacles from his mouth giving a firm slap against the cheek, causing Chan to fall back against the pillows. No longer silenced, Chan’s screaming and begs to cum, claiming the sensation was all too much for him to bear any longer. Trembling as he rests his weight on his elbows, watching as he’s stretched out, belly full of tentacles and being sounded by another. Chan begs to cum, the tentacle preventing this being deep into his cock, Felix devouring him from the inside out.

“Hold it a little more, okay, don’t you fucking dare cum until I tell you to,” Felix snarled as he quickens his thrusts, his breathing becoming rushed as he ruins Chan completely.

Chan cries out as tentacles wrap themselves around his body, flicking and squeezing his hardened nipples. His body is beyond sensitive, sending him into a frenzy of moans and cries of pleasure, begging to be spared of the torture Felix was giving him. He’s silenced by a tentacle wrapping tight around his head, covering his mouth making his eyes water. Chan tries to move, shaking as he feels Felix’s legs shutter as he cums into Chan’s abused hole, panting heavily once he moves to let his tentacles finish Chan, controlling the tentacle that was blocking Chan’s release to stroke him fast. The sound of wet squelches as the tentacles worked to make Chan cum, pushing Felix’s cum back deep into Chan (not that the human minded any).

Chan cums as Felix demands him to, shaking violently when the tentacles leave his body, his pretty hole gaping and dripping cum. Felix walks to him, placing a soft kiss against the hair matted against his forehead, sweat covering his entire body. He lays on his stomach, spreading Chan out before delving his head down to lick the boy clean, pausing to look up and smile at Chan’s worn out face.

“You’re mine now, you got that?”

Chan can only smile, eyes hazy and half shut, fucked out of oblivion.

He was more than happy to be the demon’s whore.

That he was.

Being fucked until near death every time Felix showed up at night, thanking the deepest pits of hell for allowing this to happen.

—— ꕥ ——

Chan stares up at Felix, tracing the markings across his neck and chest, listening to him speak. They spent their nights quietly these days, Chan attending the last year of college, the two being too scared to bring up the question; what will they do once Chan graduates?

“Chan?”

“Chan, did you hear me?”

Chan snaps out of his trance, focusing on the demon’s pouty expression, raising an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I spaced out.”

Felix exhales, shaking his head with a smile, caressing Chan’s face, squishing his cheeks together before leaning down to kiss his lips.

“Yeah I figured as much, we should really talk about it, Chan. We can’t keep ignoring it.”

Chan’s smile fades as he looks away from Felix, sitting up with his head hanging down. He didn’t want to talk about it, figuring that if he ignored it, it would simply never happen. He feels as Felix rubs his back, turning to face the demon with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Why did you make me fall in love with you, Felix? I don't want to leave you here.”

Felix frowns as he drops his hand off Chan’s back and climbs off the bed, moving to stand in front of him, arms crossed.

“You really think I'd let you leave so easily, did you forget the things I said to you when we first met?”

Chan sniffles, shaking his head as Felix paces back and forth, explaining what they could do, Felix flinching to a stop as Chan yells at him to shut up. Felix clenches his jaw, turning around on his heel, shaking his head with a laugh of disbelief. He leans over Chan, feeling the headboard crack under the grip of his hand.

“I don’t know where this sudden burst of disrespect came from but i’d watch your mouth from here on out unless you want me to stop you from ever speaking again.”

Chan explodes on Felix, pushing him backwards, beating a fist against his chest, screaming for him to stop talking and leave. Continuing to scream that he hated him, how this was all his fault for tempting him with his stupid demon tricks. Felix lets him continue, watching with a look of pity on his face, before grabbing Chan’s wrist in his hand, pinning him against the wall.

“Are you done,” Felix questions as he turns Chan around to face him, brushing the hair out of his face, swiping his thumb over Chan’s soft lips. Chan only nods, sniffling as he catches his breath trying to calm himself down. Felix leans down and kisses Chan, the kiss is hot and suffocating, Chan melting at the metallic taste left in his mouth. He was stupidly addicted to this demon and even if he tried to deny it, he really wouldn’t want it any other way. Jumping into Felix’s arms, legs hooked around his waist as he kisses back eagerly. They fumble around the small room, crashing against the vanity, Chan’s back pressed against the cool surface of the mirror, Felix pulling back with a smirk.

“You kiss me really well for hating me so much.”

Chan mumbles a faint ‘shut up’ blushing as he brings Felix back into a kiss, moaning against his lips as Felix touches him softly above his shorts. They let it come naturally, Chan moaning loudly with a hand tangled in Felix’s hair, the demon’s snake-like tongue wrapped around his cock so nicely. He babbles at how good it feels when Felix’s fangs pierce his thighs, shivering as his tongue laps up the mess, sucking his energy slowly.

“Please, please,” Chan begs as he hooks his legs around Felix’s shoulders, bringing him closer. The demon chuckles in amusement, pushing himself up to kiss Chan, speaking through kisses.

“Please what, Channie,” Felix questions, pretending to not know exactly what he was begging for, watching the human’s expression soften and blush red as he moves clumsily; turning to face the mirror watching Felix in the reflection, blushing harder as he spreads himself open for Felix to see, pouting.

“Please fill me up, I miss you.”

“As you wish, my dear.”

Felix pins Chan against the vanity, spreading his legs far apart, tentacles snaking out from behind. He smirks as Chan shivers under his hold as one rubs alongside his exposed hole, slicking the area up nicely for Felix. The demon loved the way his erotic boyfriend begged to be fucked, face pressed harshly against the mirror for all the other demon’s to watch, Chan cries being heard by everyone through the thin walls. Keeping Chan’s pretty face pressed against the mirror, Felix bottoms out, groaning at how easily Chan takes him, adjusting his position till he starts quickening his thrusts. Chan whimpers happily, eyes rolling back as he feels a tentacle wrap itself around his dripping cock, jerking him off in time of Felix’s sloppy thrusts, begging him to go faster; harder. Felix bites Chan’s shoulder roughly, his fangs digging into the soft flesh, whispering how filthy he was being fucked like a whore, squeezing the head of his cock. Chan gasps, nodding as he looks at Felix through the mirror, pathetically wanting to cum already when they barely started. The words must’ve escaped from Chan’s lips, the demon tightening his hold on Chan bringing him flush against his chest, Felix now deep into his belly causing him to moan.

He lets himself be manhandled and thrown around like a rag doll, Felix using him like a fleshlight, hole dripping with slick. Wet squelches and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Chan drools, sweetly thanking Felix as he pumps his cock, head thrown back in pleasure. Chan looked insane being surrounded by tentacles, body in midair as he’s fucked back down onto Felix’s cock, no longer considered as a human being but a fleshlight for Felix to abuse until he came.

Felix laughs as he feels Chan go limp, body shaking and twitching from the overstimulation, removing a few tentacles and wrapping them slowly around Chan’s frail body, one positioned ideally around the boy’s exposed throat adding pressure slowly.

“I told you I'd figure it out, baby. Now be a good boy as I finish up.”

It's days before Chan wakes up, stretching and opening his eyes, jumping as he’s tackled by an overly excited Felix.

“Good evening, my love, you’ve finally arisen!”

Chan chuckles asking for the time assuming he must’ve fallen asleep after the intense session, not exactly sure why Felix was avoiding eye contact and pointing at the mirror instead of telling him the time. Leaning Chan looks over and gasps, pushing Felix off and running straight to the mirror, his body covered in the same marks as Felix’s. His fingertips blacked and fangs adorned his mouth, he slowly turned to face Felix, pointing at his teeth.

“You did this,” he shouts, frantically trying to pull them out.

Felix apologizes frantically, as Chan walks up to him, slapping him harshly across the face. Taking a second he sighs, nodding before reaching down to kiss the handprint left by himself, ruffling Felix’s hair.

“Does this mean I can fuck you with my tentacles now?”

“For fucks sake, get - ow, off me.”

It's safe to say that Felix learned his lesson that night, the two demon lovers finding their happiness in the end.

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