#i’m not planning on making any other gifs anytime soon so i’m not really gonna practice my gifing skills

[kyeomwoo]

Marshy’s favourite Hoshi moments for their birthday 🐯

Happy birthday @horangslay 💖

[dixons-sunshine]

Risky Business | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: During an evening party organized by Carol, you and Daryl couldn’t help but get a little worked up, your hands constantly finding each other amongst the crowd. So you slipped off, the two of you discreetly finding your way to the bathroom to have your fun—even at the risk of getting caught.

Genre: Smut.

Era: Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, porn with the tiniest bit of plot towards the end, quickie, semi public sex? (they do it in someone’s bathroom), risk of getting caught (they don’t), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, guys), creampie, aftercare because of course, mentions of pregnancy.

Word count: 1.7k.

A/N: I’m just gonna leave this here and disappear lol. I really don’t know what possessed me when I got this idea, but I hope it’s enjoyable. Also, massive thanks to @thevegandarkelf for encouraging me to write this (and for help with the summary) 💜.

Laughter and chatter could be heard from the living room. Surprisingly, everyone seemed to be enjoying the small get-together that Carol had planned. The party was in full swing, with no sign of anyone returning to their respective homes anytime soon. It was nice to have an escape from the horrors of a world run by the undead.

However, the pleasantries downstairs were only a vague remembrance in your mind. No offense to Carol’s efforts to make the party fun, but you found what you and Daryl were up to way more enjoyable.

“Hmm,” Daryl hummed against your lips, his mouth moving against yours desperately as his hands gripped at your hips. He pushed you against the sink in the bathroom, your back making contact with the cold marble.

You gently nipped at his lower lip, smiling when he groaned and pressed his body against yours, his growing erection pressing against your thigh. “This is wrong,” you mumbled against his mouth, your hands working at his belt buckle, and then at the buttons of his jeans.

“So wrong,” Daryl agreed, his chapped lips moving down your jaw, trailing hungry, open-mouthed kisses against the skin of your neck, before finally stopping to gently scrape his teeth against the pulse point beneath your ear.

You gasped, leaning your head back to allow him better access to your neck. You pushed his jeans down, just enough to reveal his hard-on that was still covered by the fabric of his boxers. “They’re waiting for us. If they come looking, they might find us like this.”

“They could,” Daryl agreed again, his own hands working to push your pants down as well. “This s’risky. We could get caught.”

Despite the both of you agreeing that what you were doing was, indeed, very risky, neither of you made any effort to stop the other. In fact, as Daryl pushed your underwear down and you stepped out of both your pants and panties, and you helped Daryl push his boxers down to bundle up with his jeans at his knees, sharing looks full of lust, you realized that you would not be able to find it in yourself to stop him.

Daryl’s mouth collided against yours again, his tongue delving deep into your mouth and groaning at the taste. He tapped the side of your leg, signalling for you to jump. You did just that, wrapping your arms around his neck. Daryl caught you, walking—albeit awkwardly, due to his jeans being bundled up by his knees—you away from the sink in favour of holding you up against the wall.

You pulled your lips from his, your mouths being connected by a string of saliva. Daryl’s usual stunning cerulean-coloured eyes were barely visible behind his blown pupils, showing just how desperate he was for you in that moment. He needed you, just like you needed him.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked through panting breaths. “We have maybe ten minutes before someone comes looking. Let’s get to it.”

“Ya sure? We dun’ gotta rush—”

“Daryl, I love you, but please hurry up.”

Daryl chuckled gruffly at your eagerness, but nodded nonetheless. “Yes, ma’am.”

You watched in anticipation as Daryl lined himself up with your entrance, your heart pounding against your ribcage. The archer kept eye contact with you the entire time, not wanting to miss even a second of the beautiful expressions that graced your features as he slowly pushed his cock into you.

The breath got knocked from your lungs as he fully bottomed out. A high-pitched moan escaped your chest at the pleasurable stretch, your nails digging into his leather-covered shoulders. Even after all that time of regularly doing the devil’s tango, you still had to take a moment to get used to the slight sting that accompanied him when he had his dick stuffed all the way inside of you.

Daryl inhaled sharply, his lust-filled eyes meeting yours. “Y’alright?” he questioned. Despite the situation, the archer was more than willing to stop everything if you wanted him to. He would never do anything like this without your go-ahead first.

You took a few seconds to adjust. Once the little bit of pain subsided, you nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Just… Please move,” you begged him, not knowing how long you would be able to be patient with him being immobile.

Daryl took a few deep breaths. “Okay.” Then, he pulled back until only his tip was inside of you, before plunging right back in.

The rhythm started off slow and steady, but Daryl quickly picked up the pace. The two of you were running against the clock. He wanted to ensure that you got off as well, and to do that, he could not waste any time.

“Daryl,” you moaned quietly, right next to his ear, which you knew would always drive him insane. It seemed to work in your favour. Daryl’s hips snapped against yours, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped out in pleasure, your fingers disappearing into his hair and lightly tugging on his wavy brown roots.

Daryl groaned at the sensation. He smashed his lips against yours, both in an attempt to drown out the beautiful noises you made—which were for his ears only—and the noises you were pulling from him.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your mouth. “You ain’t got—” Thrust. “—no idea—” Thrust. “—how fuckin’—” Another thrust. “—good ya feel.”

“Yeah?” you asked rhetorically, a whine slipping past your lips and being swallowed up by Daryl’s. Your back was moving up and down against the cold tiles of the wall with each of his thrusts.

“Yeah,” Daryl confirmed with a choked off moan. “You feel like heaven.” He carefully moved one of his arms to your front, ensuring you did not fall, before pressing his calloused thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves and moving it in time with the pace of his hips.

“Shit! Oh, shit! Daryl, fuck!” You were trying really hard to keep quiet, but Daryl was making it damn near impossible. You lowered your head and pressed your face into his shoulder, muffling your moans with the leather of his vest. You could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten, and some far-off piece of your mind was impressed by it. Never before had you been close so fast before. Daryl truly was the best partner you ever had.

“Close.” That’s all you managed to get out. Any other words would fall short.

Daryl could feel himself getting close as well. In fact, he was tapering on the edge of bliss. He grit his teeth together and upped his game. He was determined to make you finish first. His thumb pressed against your clit the tiniest bit harder, and his thrusts became more precise, more firm, hitting that one delicious spot inside you each time.

Before you could even fully process what was happening, you could feel the knot in your stomach snap. You came undone with a shout, that was drowned out by Daryl’s mouth against yours, waves and waves of pleasure washing through your body.

The clenching of your walls around his dick sent Daryl toppling over the edge. His hips stuttered and his pace wavered immensely as he spilled his seed deep inside of you, barely registering that he had intended to pull out like he always did. He leaned his forehead against yours, sweat dribbling down his temples.

The two of you said and did nothing for a good thirty seconds. You both simply stayed there in each other’s embrace, each catching your breaths as the intensity of the moment washed away, instead being replaced by reality.

Daryl was the first to move away. He pulled his cock out of you and pulled his boxers and jeans back up, before leaning over to grab a washcloth. He wet it and crouched down, gently cleaning you of both your juices and his.

And his.

“Fuck, m’so sorry!” Daryl apologized, his eyes widening at the realization of what line he had crossed.

His apology took you off guard. “What? Why are you sorry? What’s wrong?”

Daryl looked down and continued his task of cleaning you up, his cheeks burning in embarrassment of the admission he was about to make. “I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t pull out.”

Oh, you thought to yourself, relieved that it wasn’t something more serious. Despite his heartfelt apology, you could not help the small laugh that escaped your chest, finding him rather adorable in that moment for reasons even you could not put names on.

Daryl frowned at that, standing up from his crouched position. “What’s so funny?”

You shook your head as you smiled at him. “Nothing.” You reached down and reached for your discarded clothes, getting re-dressed into your panties and trousers. “You don’t have to be sorry, Daryl. I’m not mad.”

Daryl visibly relaxed at that. “You ain’t?”

You shook your head and looped your arms around his neck. “Not at all. It was bound to happen eventually. Besides, “worst” case scenario is that we have a little you running around in nine months. I don’t hate the sound of that.”

Daryl felt his heart speed up. You wouldn’t mind giving him a child? Starting a family with him? That made him happier than he would like to admit.

His hands came to rest on your hips. “Pretty sure the baby ain’t gon’ be able to run when they’re jus’ born, Sweetheart. Ain’t gon’ be able to do no runnin’ in nine months.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You know I didn’t mean it literally.”

“Yeah, I—”

“Has anyone seen Daryl?”

The sound of Rick’s voice from somewhere in the home cut the archer off. You chuckled and withdrew from his hold, instead offering your hand to him.

“Come on. They noticed you are gone. It’s only a matter of time before they realize I’m gone, too.”

“And what if they question us comin’ back to the party together?” Daryl inquired, but took your hand in his nonetheless and allowed you to lead him from the bathroom.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

Daryl huffed a small laugh. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”

“I am choosing to see that as a compliment.”

[dumpywrites]

Locked! - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: Your friends locked you together for an hour so you can make up. 

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Slight angst, fluff, boyfriend Yoongi/established relationship

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: imagining the atmosphere of BTS in the soop helps with the mood! :)

“Jin! Get me out!!!”

“Sorry, I’m only following orders!” 

Two hours before this, you were in your bedroom, contemplating whether you should really go to this short trip your friends had been planning for weeks. The idea sounded great in your mind until the very last week. 

You had been fighting with your boyfriend for a week now. In the eight months of dating him, this was by far the longest you had fight with each other. Yoongi was mostly, if not every time, the most caring and chill person you knew. The thing was, he was so chill to the point he would let a random woman touch his face freely, caressing his cheek like he did not belong to you. 

Sure, he was tipsy, at least that was his first excuse. But he was sober enough to see that his girlfriend was standing not too far away from him. Adding more to the fuel, apparently they used to work together and you had never even heard any of that nonsense. 

That night you refuse both to go home with him and his offer to take you home. Your dramatic self almost called a cab if not for Jungkook dragging you to his car, basically volunteering to go home early just to safe the situation. 

Must be the ego of the man, because Yoongi did not reach out to you after that. While he apologized right at the venue, you wanted him to come and comfort you, talk just the two of you to sort things out. But you two were alike after all, because just like him, your ego forbid you to even just text him. In your defense, he was at fault. 

And that was how you ended up in Namjoon’s private villa, where you were supposed to have fun with your friends. The sour expression was not leaving you anytime soon, not when Yoongi was also there in the room with you. 

Jin suggested a dance off on his switch. Man had not shut up ever since he got the latest copy of Just Dance in his console. Obviously you were not having it, so instead you just stood behind, watching Namjoon and Jungkook dance off to Rain on Me by Lady Gaga. 

“Hey, uh, Y/N? Can you get my joycon strap? They’re my room…”

You got up lazily and walked to the said room, completely unaware of the fact someone was already sleeping inside. 

And that was how you got into this whole situation. 

“Jin!!!” 

You yelled again, but this time there was no more response came from the older guy, only the sound of the boys changing the song to play next. Clearly, they were not planning on getting both of you out very soon. 

The yelling and banging at door awoken the other person in the room. You both stare at each other for a few seconds, before you broke the eye contact. You moved quietly to sit down on a chair, facing your back to him. 

“They locked us up.” You said while pretending to browse your phone, busying yourself on nothing. 

The guy just straighten himself up on the bed, sitting down and grabbed his phone and started scrolling without answering to your words. 

“You’re not gonna say anything?” You snapped. You were not having his silent treatment. 

Yoongi put down his phone and sighed heavily. “What do you want me to say?”

“Whatever.” 

You groaned, standing up from your seat, you headed to the other bed just next to his. You laid down and put the blanket to cover yourself wholly. If he could just go to sleep and run away from his problems, then so could you. 

Maybe it was the tiredness from the trip, but eventually you fell asleep in just a few minutes. But the sleep only took you for a couple of minutes before the cool weather woke you up, made you shiver. You tossed and turned on the bed, hugging yourself close. 

“Are you cold?” 

You heard the voice said. The ego within you refused to react, so you stayed unmoved inside the bedcover. 

His voice called for your name again for the second time, but still, you refused to move. It was the hint of gentleness and loving in his tone, or maybe just the fact that you missed him so much, you just started tearing up silently. 

“Can you stop being childish?” 

You heard him again, but this time the source of his voice sounded very near, as if he was just right behind you. 

And you were right. He peeled the cover just until your waist, exposing yourself from underneath. You were still hugging yourself, folding your wrists together under your chin, eyes all covered. 

He sighed loudly, before your eyes jolted open at the feeling the other side of the bed dipped in with the weight of his body. 

“Don’t.” 

You stopped him. Clearly at this point he was aware of you crying but you did not care. All you knew was that you would instantly melt the moment he touch you and you didn’t want him to win you back over that easily. 

“At least let me cuddle you, I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Just turn off the aircon.”

“The remote is in the living room. The one they have outside isn’t working.” 

You groaned. The universe really wasn’t on your side this time. 

“Ugh, whatever I’ll yell at them to get us out…”

“Okay, stop.” 

You looked at his direction and saw the frustration distinctly written on his face. 

“What do you want?!” You folded your arms at him. “You clearly didn’t want to talk with me before.” 

“I…” He found it hard to make out his words. “Look, I just—“

“Do you wanna break up?” 

It was an impulsive thing for you to say. You did not actually mean it of course. You loved him, you loved him a lot that you could barely handle not being close with him for a week. You could not imagine how you would handle an actual breakup with him. 

“Jesus, no.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s talk this through…” 

You saw how he stretched his arm, like he was about to hold yours, but stopped in his tracks. 

“Who is she?” You suddenly asked.

Yoongi looked to your eyes and went silent. He seemed to be in deep thoughts. It took him a few moments before he opened his mouth. 

“Her name’s Yujin. We used to work together last year before she resigned. Also used to be somewhat close until I found out she only wanted to get close to me because of my position…” He sighed. “Heard it myself, it was her words not mine. I overheard her talking with someone at our company dinner.”

“I didn’t know…” You said, looking at him sympathetically. “Why haven’t I heard about any of this? Aren’t we friends way long before all of this?”

“I kinda don’t want you to know about how dumb I was.” He raised his eyebrows and huffed. 

“But that night…”

“I know.” He looked at you directly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was staring and if I just push her or do anything rude it’d be much worse. As much as I despise her, I didn’t want to embarrass her in the public eye like that.” 

“But I don’t like seeing other people touch you like that…” You looked away as you felt your eyes getting glassy again. 

“Come here.” He took you by your wrist and you landed in his embrace. “I’m sorry.” He said as stroked your hair gently. 

“I miss you…” You said between sniffles. 

“I know, I guess I was angry because you just left and refused to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry too, I was just really jealous.” You hugged him tighter and you could hear him chuckle a little bit. 

“Are we good now?” 

He let go off you to take a good look at your face. His thumb swiped the remaining tears from your eyes and you broke into a smile, nodding at him. He smiled back, showing the gummy smile you loved so much. 

“What do we do with the cold now? Clearly they’re not getting us out until dinner…” He eyed you playfully. 

“You pervert!” You giggled. “But I’m interested…”

Suddenly the man went down from the bed and stood up. You looked at him in utter confusion. Just seconds later, he scooped you and lifted you up in his arms. You yelped loudly in surprise. 

You looked down to see him smiling with eyes full of lust—

“Yo… I think they’re fucking!!!” You heard Hoseok exclaimed. 

“Oh my gosh they are!” Jimin squealed giddily. 

“We still need their help to prepare dinner though…” You heard Namjoon protested in the background. 

“We can hear you, assholes!” Yoongi shouted back.

You heard a mixture of Jungkook and Hoseok’s laughter before the door clicked open. 

“Ayy!” Taehyung teased upon seeing you still in Yoongi’s arms. He had put you down but still had his arms around you. “Now that’s a sight we love to see!”

“Where the hell is Jin?!” You said, storming out the room. 

The oldest laughed at the sight of you looking pissed. “It was Namjoon’s idea!” He pointed at the other guy.

“I couldn’t stand the two of you fighting I like that.” He shrugged. “Plus, if you’re not fighting that means I get to sleep in my room alone cause Yoongi’s gonna sleep in yours.” 

“See? Everyone happy.” Jin laughed and clapped. “Now, go get the meat, we need to prepare for the barbecue!” 

You shook your head and smiled, seeing the silly guys. Yoongi walked from behind you and quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek before joining the chaos in front of you. 

You wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

Thank you for reading! 🍃

Prompt request: HERE

[lovelyjj]

you can use any prompts but can u do reader and jj breaking up, mostly because he can't communicate well and he's to reckless ( maybe you could add something we're he flirts with other girls at bonfires when he's drunk) and she's not all for that ecspecially since they are starting to get older

Break Up

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.1k

I chose “don’t do this” and “we’re done” from this prompt list! i’m still accepting requests!

warnings: kinda mean jj

a/n: sorry if this sucks

(not my gif)

“JJ I can’t keep doing this,” you voiced.

“Doing what?” JJ asked.

“Putting up with your bullshit,” you responded.

“My bullshit,” JJ laughed.

“Yeah your pulling guns on people bullshit. Stealing from drug dealers, and being reckless.”

“I’m not reckless I’m perfectly fine.”

“JJ, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Don’t do this,” JJ begged.

“You know what whatever i’m leaving.” You stormed out.

You were trying to break up with JJ but you just couldn’t do it. You don’t know if it was his blue eyes looking into your soul or his sad face but you just couldn’t do it. You were putting it off.

——————

The bonfire was electrifying. People were drinking and dancing, and talking it was wild. You we’re having a good time with your friends.

JJ was on his third beer and he wasn’t planning on stoping anytime soon. It was safe to say he was a little drunk. He enjoyed drinking and being drunk, it made everything easier. He could just forget all his problems and let loose.

JJ saw a group of girls by the fire and decided to go up to them. He had liquid courage, therefore went up to them pretty confident.

“Hi ladies,” he spoke.

A tall blonde in a short black dress smiled at him and said “Hello, your JJ Maybank right?”

“Yeah that’s me,” JJ gave her a goofy grin.

“I’ve heard about you.”

“Oh yeah and what have you heard?” JJ asked.

“That your a handsome guy who knows how to have a good time,” she smirked.

“Sounds about right.”

“You have a beautiful smile,” JJ laid on the charm.

JJ continued to flirt with the blonde as he drunkenly slurred compliments at her.

“Don’t look now,” Kiara warned.

“What?” you turned around and saw what she was referring to.

There was JJ in all his glory stroking hair out of some random girls face. You were livid. How dare he in his drunken state think to hit on other girls.

You were about to walk over there when something stopped you. Kiara put a hand on your shoulder holding you back from leaving.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” she asked.

“Yeah I’m sure.”

You marched up to JJ and demanded answers. You tapped him on his shoulder and he turned around all wide eyed.

“Listen Maybank I don’t know who you think you are, flirting with other girls right in front of my face, but you got another thing coming.”

You were getting older and you didn’t have time for all these games.

“Y/N?” He slurred.

“Yep.”

“I was just talking to some friends, no harm in that right?” JJ asked.

“Wrong. You’re being disloyal and unfaithful,” you hissed.

“How do you know? I’m just having fun.”

“Right well JJ i’m so tired SO tired of having to deal with this!”

“Then go away,” JJ casted you a unimpressed look.

“Maybe I will,” you shouted.

“Go, nobodies stoping you.”

You were pissed at JJ. He was acting like a child. You were not gonna control him, if he wanted to act like that you were gonna let him. But you couldn’t promise you will be by his side through it all.

———————

The day was bright and sunny. The sky holding the sun as it shined on you.

JJ walked into the château littered in bruises on his face. He was dreading the encounter with you because he didn’t want to worry you.

You were sat on the couch with the other pogues when JJ walked in.

“Hey J- Woah what happened? Are you ok?” You were frantic and scared for your boyfriend.

“Relax I’m fine. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“JJ you have- you’re not gonna give me a explanation,” you sighed.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” JJ said through gritted teeth.

“Ya know I would really love it if you could communicate with me sometime,” you frowned.

“Yeah well we don’t always get what we want,” JJ smiled rudely.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Suck it up princess.”

You pushed pass JJ going going out the door and onto the porch. You didn’t know what has gotten into JJ but you hated it.

——————

You and JJ weren’t on the same page. Everything seem to be crashing down. It was a disaster. JJ wasn’t communicating to you at all. All he did was blow you off and dance around your questions.

You stormed up to the château where JJ was currently staying and wanted to talk.

JJ came stumbling outside when he herd your knock and shouting. He wasn’t impressed but he showed up none the less.

“I need to talk to you,” you started off.

“You want to do this here?” JJ questioned.

You sighed, “works for me.”

“Ok what do you need to talk about,” JJ cringed he hated talking.

“I think you know,” you moved your lips inside your mouth forming a line without showing your lips.

“I don’t.”

“Ok well I think we need to have a conversation about us.”

“Which entails…”

“JJ…”

“What? You wanted to talk so let’s talk,” he gritted his teeth.

“Ok look this isn’t working. You don’t treat me right and i’m tired of it.”

“So you’re breaking up with me,” JJ put his tongue to his cheek.

“Yeah I guess I am.”

“I can change,” JJ’s voice broke.

“No JJ I don’t think you can.”

“Please give me another chance,” JJ begged.

“You don’t talk to me, your reckless and you flirt with other girls, I can’t handle it. how am I suppose to compete with them?”

“Sorry I’ve been such a shitty boyfriend.” JJ apologized.

“Well you should of thought about that before.”

“I know I don’t deserve it but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me and make this work, I would be eternally grateful,” JJ expressed with a sense of urgency.

“We’re done.”

“Y/N…”

“Goodbye JJ.”

You turned around to walk away and since you weren’t facing JJ you let a tear slip down your cheek. You didn’t want to do what you just did but you had to. JJ was hurting you, hurting your heart and you couldn’t stand it any longer. You loved him more than anything and not being with him was going to be a challenge.

JJ was your first real love. He was your person for so long until he started being careless and irresponsible. On top of that he didn’t communicate his feelings or give you any idea to what he was thinking which drove you mad.

JJ had his flaws but you loved him desperately regardless. You just couldn’t let him hurt you anymore as much as it hurt you to break up with him. So, as the tears streamed down your cheeks and with a heavy heart you said your last goodbye to JJ.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Would dick ever want you to call him dad, or does he prefer to think of himself as just your older brother?

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍: 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, forced-fatherness(?), Dick is whatever the opposite of an estranged father is (but in a bad way).

It’d honestly be situational. If we’re talking in terms of my Life With Older Brother series, the answer is self-explanatory; he thinks of himself as your older brother. Despite being under his care, you’re still legally Bruce’s adopted child, and he’s always thought of Bruce as his father. There’s also the lingering regrets he has for not being a more prominent older brother figure to Jason; he’s kind of using you as a way to make up for that.

… But I can also see an alternative path where he slowly transforms into your father.

Now, I’m not going to my plans for Life With Older Brother, so just to be clear, I’m not gonna take this route for the story. But let’s explore a fun alternative, shall we? If you’re up to date, then you know that the reader and Bruce are fated to reach out to each other one day. I think this would be a cold reminder for Dick that he’s not actually your legal guardian; he’s just taking care of you temporarily until Bruce can get over his issues. Theoretically, he should be over the moon that your actual guardian is stepping up again, but instead, he feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest.

You’ll soon leave him one day…

He doesn’t want that to happen.

That’s when he’d start to slowly distort the nature of your relationship. He’d start off rather tame, referring to you as “my kid” or “my child” rather than his usual “kiddo,” and you think nothing of it until he’s calling you that over the phone with friends (“yeah, I have to start on dinner for me and my kid soon.”). Maybe you’re getting your hair cut, and your stylist turns you towards him and goes, “what does dad think?” While you’re left sputtering, he’d respond with such a casual tone, like this was nothing out of the ordinary. I can even see him subtly implying he’s your father anytime the two of you have an argument.

Now, will he outright say he’s your father? No; not to your face, anyway. Instead, he patiently waits until you call him dad first, preferring it to be a “natural” development instead of a forced one (though we all know he’s not giving you many options). It might take a while before his implications and outright manipulation works, but he’ll be over the moon should it finally happen. That’s right, kiddo! Dad is here for you! And he’ll never let go of you. Ever.

Outside of Life With Older Brother, I think most situations would also have him calling himself your older brother. That’s just who he is; he’s everyone’s cool older brother!! But there may be a few exceptions, like if you’re really young or just start calling him dad on your own accord (he’d easily go along with it). I also wanna hear about y’all’s thoughts on this, cuz I feel like there’s more possibilities, but I just can’t think of any, GRRRRR. Yandere Dadwing seems like an amazing concept, it’s just that the concepts aren’t concepting…

[ponpuriitx]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. (questions and new friends.)

summary: You were all on your own taking your ice cream until you heard some screaming and gunshots at the distance on a beach, who would've told you that being curious would end you up in hell.

Word count: 4.8k and more.

Warnings: Strong lenguaje, sexual topics and graphic violence will be added to the series as it continues, heavy angst, no use of y/n, some of the characters (mostly all them) are not mine! And rampant demon horniness.. Enjoy!!

Notes: this is a completely non-cannon story, English is not my first lenguaje. The end was a little bit tacky I have to admit it, but I hope it’s still enjoyable! I was in a rush so I apologize for it, I’ve been invested in other books too so I hope to get right on track as soon as I’m able to. I already have some of the chapters planned out so the only thing left is write them out. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!!

pilot — chapter two(coming soon)

Then, the scene switched to the cashier that attended you and the random imp you saw giving his testimony. “Fucker couldn’t keep his mouth shut…” at this Meredith turned off the tv, looking at you worried and nervous. “Honey, what the hell happened?” You went yo the farms front door, looking down you saw the brand new news paper. Taking it you couldn’t be more shocked to the images.

It was the fucking camera footage?! Oh the second you see that cashier is on sight. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard some banging in the doors, now your blood ran cold at this.

“Meredith, I’ll go hide on the kitchen. Scream if it’s really really bad.” She nodded going to the door, when she opened it she saw the nervous neighbors who needed to speak to Meredith asap.

They brought Meredith to a reunion, after she calmed your smokes for a bit. You were pissed about the whole situation, but you didn’t tell your pops. He wasn’t good enough to know the level of what was happening right now, and you weren’t planning on to telling him anytime soon.

In the reunion, the neighbors discussed the whole human on the run situation. Meredith promised to keep you in the line, out of sight for the outsiders. And besides they needed to plan more important things right now like the harvest moon festival that was about to come in the span of two days. Joe and Lyn offered Meredith a hand for the whole hiding the human thing, because they just got a new guy to help in the farm. For what they knew his name was Striker and he was hell of a good helping hand.

But the demon didn’t know you, neither did he know about the existence of a human in the neighborhood. But for what he heard, he only knew you were out there hiding among strangers. So Joe and Lyn offered Meredith a hand to help you to hide yourself well, like a pair of clothes not too long to make you hot but enough to cover the most visible things like your skin and face.

….

In another place, there was a white car in front of the drug store that was reported to have seen a human in. It was packed, like really really packed, a long line that went even out of the store doors just to hear the cashiers testimony. Of course, he only agreed to talk if the people buyer something. Which obviously would make a big fat check for him in the next week.

Outside in the car, the man whom was driving it held up his phone to his ear. “You were right sir, it’s packed like a mule.” A chuckle was heard from the other line, “Just like I predicted, that little human brings the attention like a moth to a flame.” The man frowned, with a low sigh he started the car engine.

“So what are we gonna do about this boss?” He asked before taking a last look to the store. Seeing more people coming in and the line getting bigger, you could see any type there. Imps, hellhounds you name it. “Listen, you’re going to fetch me that human. It would be great for the business to have a real life human.”

The man sighed as he touched his temple, “Boss, that humans gonna cost a pretty penny. And besides, we don’t even know where their at.” He said, now driving off to his boss place to discuss this more carefully.

…

Back to the Farm, Meredith gave you the new clothes form Joe’s. You didn’t complain of course you knew it was for your safety, but your curiosity perked up “Why are you giving me these? Everyone in the neighborhood knows me” You said, taking the clothes and folding them for the festival’s day.

“Well, there’s a new guy that’s helping in the farm. And some outsiders from imp city are coming to visit, as well as the Goetia Prince. We need to be more careful than ever moon pie.” Oh so that was it, you never saw a Royal before but you surely did hear a lot of em. Gossip runs fast at the neighborhood, so it wasn’t like it was gonna last a secret that long.

“The one who cheated with an imp?” You asked, receiving a nod from Meredith. A soft ‘knew it’ came out of your lips as you saved the clothes in another place. “Wait is pops gonna be there?”

“Yes he is, but he’s just going to be in the bleachers cheering for you with me.” Oh, good he wasn’t going to do much. You didn’t want him to get worse because of the festival, and besides you— wait a minute.. “cheering for me? What for?” You asked, now you haven’t been able to participate in the moon festival because you were fragile. But now, for some reason you assumed that you were going to participate. Scratching that up of course she wouldn’t let you go, right?

“You will be participating this year, I mean, that’s what you wanted right? You told me a few weeks ago.” Your eyes lit up as a big grin plastered in your face, “Yes! Yes, I do!” You said almost instantly making Meredith chuckle, she took your hand and embrace it gently “You’re going to go out there and beat their fucking asses to the ground.” You nodded, both of you bursting out laughing because of this.

And that sure you did, the festival day came in. You were bathed, already had breakfast and was ready to go out and bring a price back home. You were helping out with some of the pigs that were hungry and checking everything out on the farm, then you heard Lyn calling you at the distance. You went over to the fence, “Hi Lyn! What’s up?” You asked with a smile.

“Hi sweetie! Mildred is going to come here in a while, remember the face scar I gave your meemaw? Do you have it on you?” She asked, searching you over herself with her hands as you giggled at her touch. “Yes, yes I have it on here in the pocket. It’s been pretty hot outside these days so I thought of just taking a lil’ brake from it.”

“Well okay honey, remember to keep it always safe. And meanwhile the outsiders are here, remember to not take out that scarf.!” You nodded at her reminder, reassuring you wouldn’t take it off. “Now that that is cleared, why don’t you come with us to welcome them? I mean it has been a long time since you’ve seen anyone other than us.”

She was right, it has been quite a time since the Cashier and Imp incident or the first time you arrived to hell. But who knows? It’s never a bad time to give it another chance. So you told her yes, following her to her house and farm. Which would also be the place closer to where the harvest moon festival was going to take place in.

After some time you got distracted with some bunnies that were hopping here and there. You decided to take some photos of them, probably going to show it to Pops later. But after a while you heard the sound of a car parking in front of the farm entrance. You were quick to put your phone in your pocket and take out the scarf to put it on.

You walked over to Lyn and Joe just to see a young adult woman hugging them, you assumed it was their daughter by the way they were talking to each other. As you arrived she looked at you up and down before asking “Who’s this?”

“Oh sweetie, she’s been here a while now. She’s Meredith’s daughter.” You waved your hand at her as she smiled at you, “Well hi! I’m Millie” You shook her hand, not saying a word yet. You still felt shy about this new people, and honestly you didn’t had much to say.

When she started to introduce her husband, he looked at you weirdly. Not because he haven’t seen you before since the last time he visited but the fact that you were wearing a scarf that hide most of your face. And most with this heat outside? Well that was weird, you noticed this. It got you nervous so you opted by just waving at him too.

Meanwhile they talked and honestly while he embarrassed himself, you doze off. Watching most of the animals around, you didn’t really wanted to dive into conversation. You knew once you started talking you wouldn’t stop, so it was better to stay quiet.

It was going to be like that until you heard a “Hey watch it im the sir here fuck-o.” Well that was weird. That voice sounded quite familiar, making your head snap at the direction the voice came from your eyes grew wide to the familiar features in his face.

Well at hell familiar features, that was the fucking bastard that put you a scene in front of the cashier and made a little race car with you. What the actual fuck was he doing here? Oh just seeing him made your blood boil, you wanted to punch him right on the face. But you were soon stopped as soon as you heard “Oh yeah! Y’all haven’t met my boss blitz and his hell hound!”

Boss?? So he ran a business? Was his business chasing cars cause damn you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. As he talked to the couple, you went ahead and came closer to the area. Now interest peeking through, mostly anger and the fact you wanted to beat up that fucker but yeah curiosity too.

“And who is this?” He asked, extending his hand out for you to grab. “The fuck you wanna know that for.” You spat out like venom, which took the couple and Blitz out of guard. You groaned at him as you took off, the trio looking at you weirdly and Lyn worried you weren’t like this. So why the sudden hustle?

As you where walking you found George sitting on a nearby bench, close to the stable. You knew he loved that stable as he took great pride on it and on the farm itself. With a tired face you sat besides him to look over to what he was looking, it was a pair of horses just eating and walking around. He most of the times seemed to find joy on the little things and that alone was one of the reasons why you loved your pops so much. He always finds a way to make anything better even if it has more lows than highs.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, he always knew when you were down. And your body lenguaje didn’t help much either, “I think, everything.” With a tired huff he holders your hand which made you look to him. “You know you can tell us everything, right?”

“Yeah it’s just, there’s so much going on that I think I don’t know what to do anymore.” You avoided talking about the whole revealing shit that happened in the morning. He was getting weaker and you knew that that would only add salt to the wound, that was the least thing you wanted to do.

“Well, it’s always better if whatever you’re holding to ya just.. let it go.” Now he had your full attention, let it all just go? But how could you do that if that could endanger them, you, everybody? “If life has teachen’ me something is that you can never hold into something once it’s already set and done. You’re just going to hurt yourself more into holding onto a reality that will never be true.” Well that made.. sense.

“Even if it’s fucked up, even if you love it you always are going to have to let things go. Because that’s just how life is, it fucks you up and it’s all about change. You can’t hold into it, you just need to let it be until you find a way to get along with it to improve and make something better.” You looked down to your hands, George already left you hand as you were fidgeting between your fingers. He was right, you’ll just let it be and even find a way to cooperate and keep hidden.

Suddenly, your attention was taken out by the sound of speakers setting. The gathering was already starting, you looked at George who gave you an understanding look. You stood up and you felt a gentle grasp on your hand, “Whatever it is, you can always tell us. We love you pumpkin”

“I love you too pops.” You felt uneasy, you didn’t know how could such good demons ended up in your path and taken care of you. And it gutted you more the fact that the longer they protected you the more in danger they were putting themselves. And you hated it, the couple didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve living in fear of getting caught because of you. He loved the both of you a lot and he will do until his last heartbeat, you were sure about that but that made it bitter in your chest.

Walking down the neighborhood you went to the crowd who were already getting set and you were surprised to see the owl on stage. It was, strange. You assumed he was some sort of Royal or Rich guy because of how he talked and what he wore. Nothing wrong with it you didn’t judge but still, it still amused you the way hell worked. Hell, just a few days ago you found out how the rings worked but you were still confused on the whole thing.

You and the owl made eye contact for a brief second before you could cut it completely. Something about him and his aura scared you a little, you weren’t some aura specialist or anything but the energy he wore was kind of.. intimidating.

The host, a guy that you never had seen in your life but seems to appear everywhere you go.. Was calling out the rules and the obstacles that the participants were going to go through along the big owl guy who called out the participants. But you noticed the high pitched and the friendly name that went out of his mouth, calling some “Blitzy” and also following the compliment of sexy. Who was the lucky guy? You thought, but your should almost left your body when you heard a scoff behind you.

“Oh fuck me.” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, turning around to see again the face of the guy who almost ruined your life. God, why did he had to pull the hoodie off? Couldn’t he just wait until you were on the parking lot alone? That would’ve been way better.

But the demon seemed to notice you as you both made eye contact once again, at this you turned to stand right your back facing him again. Fuck why did he have to be everywhere you went? Was he like a fucking ghost following people around, didn’t he have enough back in the drug store?

“Hey do I know—” The whole crowd heard the sound of a gun go off and everybody started running. You were taken off by this so since it was so sudden you were left behind, but when it finally clicked you took off running. The next few hours were taken over by you making your best into not get caught and also trying to win this race. You had a hard time fighting off the people as one of the obstacles was to fight off the people and win.

Punches, slaps and even kicks were thrown at you and you wouldn’t lie it was hard to fight these people off of you. But it was until you felt a tug on your scarf that almost revealed your face that a rush of adrenaline suddenly reached you. Punching and grabbing people off some of them were severely Injured, but you surprisingly seemed to pull it off. Now, you weren’t dumb you saw how Striker and Blitz were fighting the people off and you weren’t to go get into that. If those people almost pulled your scarf out you didn’t imagine how they would manage. And it wasn’t like “Blitzy” didn’t have already a reputation doing that.

So you did the best thing that you always do. You hid under one of the benches until they both figured off all of the opponents left and each other. Yes it could be considered as cheating, but you saw it as a way of “not getting caught.” It was completely fair and different from cheating.

When you had the chance to get out and mix between the people that was left, you were surprised that it only took a few kicks and punches to beat the ones left. Although you later figured out it was because they were fully exhausted from the whole fighting, which you get it you were exhausted too. But you weren’t going to back off that easily, so the next few games that were left you tried to beat anyone the best you could.

Tug of war? Easy you were out with strong people so you pulled it off. There was another round of fighting each other but surprisingly almost nobody came at you, some people did but just with a few punches and kicks you were able to go. They were all extremely exhausted and you were too, you wanted to get out of there as fast as you could and take a cold nice shower. You knew you couldn’t do that until the event was over, but Lyn and Joe gave you some water so you could keep up. Followed by a “you can do it kid” from Joe, it wasn’t much but it was just enough for you to keep going.

At the end, you and the other two guys left were left up in a tie. Since if you three kept going it would end up later at night, so when you three walked up at stage followed by some complains from Blitz by the owl not saying his name right you just… stood up there, still as a statue because you were extremely uncomfortable. All eyes up to you it all send shivers down your spine since you felt like you were about to get caught for some reason.

When striker decided to sing, you just swapped off and tried to clear your mind in the way over. Everything was just too much and the fact that the guy appeared on the news worried your safety and everybody else’s a lot. You felt like you were going on circles fucking everything up for everyone, like you were just the problem. Why didn’t you just go and fuck off, everybody would be so much better without you anyways-

“Honey are you okay?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Lyn’s voice who was standing now in front of you. She looked at you worriedly, you didn’t want her to worry this much. You didn’t want no one to worry this much, so you tried to brush it off by telling her that you were “just tired” so she didn’t push it.

“Why don’t you go to my house and clear off a bit?” She said, it wasn’t a bad idea you did need time away from everyone and everything so you just nodded to her standing up.

You walked towards Lyn and Joe’s house but you took the quick rout by behind the houses. It was kinda creepy because nobody wondered by those routs but it was the quickest way. But as you were behind the house you heard a bullet going off from inside of the basement. You jumped at the sound and wide eyes as Moxxie stepped out of there, he was talking to someone but then he looked at you.

“What the fuck was that about dude!?” You spat at him you were already pissed since this morning and now this? Fuck tho needed a break, but shut up almost instantly when you saw his eyes go wide. What was he looking at— oh fuck..

Your scarf, your fucking scarf was hanging loose on your neck. You didn’t notice it because there was nobody and you just wanted to get to the house the fastest way possible. And it was hot as fuck, you quickly tried to pull it back into your face but he already saw you. He fucking saw you.

“What- who- How can you be down here?!” He said before pointing his gun out to you. You were going to snap at him but you stopped to analyze the situation, he what at the basements lock which was on because you did saw it before escaping and talking to someone. Something was wrong, really wrong.

You took a look over the basement and saw Millie, she was severely hurt by a bear trap that was at her leg, you looked over to the situation with panic. You didn’t know what to do, and less in situations like this.

“Wait, I’ll come with you.” Moxxie was in a hurry, you noticed since you’ve always been really observant when it came to people. He just nodded and took off with you, and fuck were you right. You arrived to Lyn and Joe’s house before hearing voices up in one of the rooms, Moxxie took advantage of this and sneaked up behind of them to get ahold of the gun that was in the bed while you stayed on the door if anything happened.

“Took you long enough Mox!” You’ve got to be fucking kidding. You were about to say something before Striker almost shot Moxxie, they started to attack each other and it reached a point were striker was pointing at them with the gun. He had yet to recognize your presence… you were just standing there. No! You had to do something.

You grabbed the knife that was on the floor and reached out to Striker, you stabbed him on the arm and he hissed at you. His eyes going wide like plates at the sight of you, wow how you were getting annoyed by that. Out of anger you pushed him far the other demon ran at him and punched him on the face before starting to attack, you grabbed the white gun in your hands and shot nearby him the bull not hitting him but still you and the other two demons cornered the guy.

“I still think it’s embarrassing.” He said, you weren’t sure what was he talking about but you assumed it was something he talked with the other demon because he seemed to flinch a little by his words. “You’re wasting a lot of potential by relying on a weak little-” you shot nearby him again as a warning for him to shut up while Moxxie talked besides you.

You didn’t knew what was going on but you knew he was threat. You jumped when the door went flying open and Loona came in the Lizzard looking guy taking this opportunity to escape, kicking the gun out of Blitz hand and running towards the window. “Maybe you’ll get me next time. And careful with you’re little human friend, ‘m sure she’s gonna bring a lot of trouble to you if you keep her around.. Blitzy.” He said before jumping.

Blitz hurried to the window, looking outside while you shared some rather awkward looks with Moxxie and Loona. You heard a sigh from the window as Blitz put his gun on his pocket. As if it was a sign you tried to move past to the door giving the hellhound a pleading look for her to move. You thought her reaction was going to be like the few you got today but she simply didn’t give a fuck and moved.

“Hey wait- You can’t go just like that!” You heard a voice behind you that made you stop dead in your tracks. God you just wanted to go home, “What?” You said turning around to face the little imp, “well for starters!-” he almost finished his sentence before his boss shushed him, you wouldn’t blame him it was getting pretty fucking annoying and you just wanted to go already.

“Pretty good the stunt that you pulled there.” Blitz said, you smiled a little by his recognition. You could’ve been better, of course you were exhausted after all and that was just a pure moment of adrenaline. “Thanks”

“Say wouldn’t you be down to join I.M.P?” That took you off guard and it seemed that it did too for the other imp, he was about to question it if it wasn’t for you who did it first. “I.M.P?��

“Yeah, a killing biss down there in imp city. We could use an extra hand.” Now, you normally would brush these offers off. Say that you didn’t need it and that you were good just like that, but something inside you told you why not? You needed a job anyways, and maybe you could use it in a future? Have something to rely on before doing the big thing and emancipate from Mildred. Maybe lift some trouble out of her shoulders. “Well, I don’t really need it right now but.. why not? Sure, I could use it. Now I’m not sure if I could do it right away but I can leave it in stand by.”

Blitz smiled at this, as he gave you a little piece of paper that you saved in your pocket. You drew every question Moxxie asked away, you didn’t mean it for it to seem mean you just were fucking wore out. You just needed a good sleep, so you went to your home and took a nice cold shower, put some pajamas and went straight to bed. The harvest moon festival was still going on out but since the race was over you decided to rest for now so you closed your eyes and you were almost instantly knocked out.

…

The next morning after making breakfast for George and Meredith you decided to go out and help Lyn and Joe to get the outsiders set to go to imp city. When you arrived you watched as Lyn gave Millie a lecture, which made you chuckle because it was the same type of lectures she would playfully give you when you were doing something so obviously wrong.

But then, Moxxie stood up for his wife. Telling them how she protected him and how that was more than enough, clearly you thought they were going to pull him off. Telling him he had no business in interrupting the conversation because it was a family thing but they didn’t. They even acknowledge him. That actually did surprise you, so finishing your work and putting some of their stuff on the van you approached to the window of the car to were Blitz was.

“Hey, remember I didn’t shut down you offer. Don’t forget bout’ me if I call.” You said playfully, at that he chuckled giving you an understanding look “Don’t worry toots, it’s not gonna be hard to spot a human face in this hell hole.” You smiled at this before hearing someone call you, you put your hands on your pockets something that you usually did when you felt guilty about something.

“Hey uh.. I’m sorry for the hostility yesterday. Just got lit going on in my mind and you know.” This took him by surprise, but still Blitz managed to shrug it off with a smile. “Hey, don’t put too much mind to that. I did fuck up by pulling the shit I did by the store, so it’s normal.” You nodded, after that he apologized because of that. Which you accepted, it wasn’t like you couldn’t keep hiding and besides you weren’t going on the market no more. It could risk it, you just got to be more careful next time.

When they left, for some reason you felt a little emptiness in your chest. It was weird really, it wasn’t like you weren’t familiar with the feeling but it felt weird feeling it after a while. You tried to brush it off as better as you could by putting your mind somewhere else, doing stuff like feeding pigs, walking the horses and even riding them a little around the farm, looking at the little hell-bunnies as you liked to call them thanks to their weird strength and their signature lava-like lines and black fluff.

You were taking a few pictures of them before you heard your name in the distance. You thought it was your mind playing tricks on you but it wasn’t, you heard your name again back into the woods. Huh, strange. It was getting extremely spooky as it seemed to call out for you, you frowned, you weren’t stupid enough to go in an adventure to the forest to find out what was it so you decided to go inside to your house. “Hey pops, have you seen my-”

A pause, Pops and Meredith were sitting in the couch together. Looking at the door as if they were waiting for you “Care to explain this.”

You were confused with his tone, until you saw the news paper that was on the table. Oh shit.. Your heart was pounding like crazy at the realization, you looked at Meredith who was sending you an apologetic look. “Pops, I- I can explain.” You tried to talk, but you felt a knot starting on your throat.

“No, I don’t want to hear your excuses. You disobey me, us and look what did brought upon us. Upon you.” You were scared, not because he was angry. No, he was as serious as ever and that was what scared you. There was no screaming there was no shouting no nothing, and it freaked you out. “Please pops, it wasn’t my fault..-”

“I told you to not go into public spaces, I told you to be careful I told you that to keep you safe. But this, this is just unacceptable.” His voice started to level up, “Do you know how hard it was to shove away the little news guy that came to our door?” Wait what?

“What news guy?” You frowned as Meredith decided to jump in “There was this guy at our door while the festival was going on. He was asking lots of questions and some of them horribly personal and about you.” Your blood froze, Meredith looked to the floor and George stayed silent. It sank at you in, they already started to search for answers.

But you were shot out of your thoughts when George started coughing, a lot. So much that he couldn’t keep his posture and sat down as his face winced at the pain in his throat, when he looked at his palm his eyes along with Meredith’s went wide at the sight of blood. Meredith in panic rushed to the bathroom in the look of pills asking if he forgot to take any, George started to cough more as a little bit of more blood went to his palm.

Meredith decided to take George and put him in their bed to check on him. You didn’t hear much of what was happening in the room but you noticed they were talking about something that you couldn’t catch. He was getting weaker and weaker by the day because of the stress, she went out to call the Neighborhoods doctors and you were left alone with him in the room. You couldn’t even look at his eyes, guilt went all over your head and a thousand voices telling you it was all your fault. You did it deserve them, they didn’t deserve this. It must’ve been pretty obvious that you were beating yourself up or something since George noticed it and asked you to come closer to him.

“Look honey, things are starting to get tough. And this shit is starting to get hella real really fast, don’t beat yourself up to this. Meredith explained to me the situation and it’s not your fault.” His grip was gentle in your hand, and your eyes couldn’t keep helping you by the way they started to water slowly as he talked. “You just need to be strong, keep a strong heart as you’ve been doing this whole time.” He started coughing again and that worried you as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it a little in a sign of comfort. It killed you seeing him in this state.

Before he could say anything more doctors came rushing into the room and some of them even bumped into you. You didn’t know what to do as you left the grip around George’s hand and left the room to get some air as tears started to form. You went outside and sat on a place a little bit too far from the house, you curled up your legs to your face as you started to cry. Tears rushing madly in your cheeks, following along the lines of “what was I thinking” and “this is all my fault.”

You weren’t sure what was next, really. A lot of images and scenes came into your mind thinking of the worst, you tried to spend the evening alone. Trying to clear your thoughts as Meredith wanted to take care of George the best she could.

In the next few days, you spend your time making it easier for Meredith to do her normal chores and even you taking care of them fully so she didn’t have to lift a finger, the same thing for George. You’ve been like this for a couple of weeks trying your best into repaying for the troubles they had to manage because of you.

Who would’ve told you that that day, that one specific day everything would shatter into pieces. And that the will of George to love the both of you until his last heartbeat, would be finally complete.

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hi

this is my first time requesting something so- BAHABAHAHAHA

Can yo do something with rise Leo when both of them (reader and Leo) have felling a for each other, but any or them wants to accept them, so the family starts to put them in compromising situations?

i hope you can do it

i love you

Hello lovely! Unfortunately, most of my writing progress actually got deleted because tumblr decided to fuck me over by kicking me out of my draft before I even saved it so I rewrote everything again :) (Google docs ftw)

Regardless though, I hope this is good enough for your first request! I don’t have much experience writing for ROTTMNT since I’ve actually only just started watching the show, but I really do hope you enjoy this! Sending much love your way as well <3

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So maybe taking a walk in a dangerous, sketchy neighbourhood isn't the best idea you've had.

You glance behind you at the clatter of what seemed to be trash cans that had toppled onto the ground, urging your feet to walk faster.

The only source of light around you was the dim flickering of a lamp post that stood a few feet away, just as sketchy as the neighbourhood you were in.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you take another look around, not seeing anyone. You shove your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, turning around to continue walking back home.

“So, whatcha doing out here all by your lonesome?” 

You shriek at the sudden voice, desperately grabbing for the pepper spray in the pocket of your jeans that you kept on you at all times. You hold it out with a shaky hand at the dark silhouette in front of you, finger ready at the trigger.

“It’s me, don’t shoot!” 

“Leo??” You lower the bottle, glaring at the familiar turtle in blue that steps into the light with a sheepish grin.

“I told you to call me if you were gonna take a walk, much less in this kind of area.” He chides, leaning against the brick wall beside you with a smirk.

“I would have if you actually picked up your calls.” You joke. You exchange smiles, knowing full well that he had never missed a single call or text if it came from you, and he wasn’t planning on doing otherwise anytime soon.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” He extends his hand towards you, and you slip your hand into his without hesitation. He tugs you forward, and you almost fall into his arms had he not caught you in time. Your hand is entwined with his, and he walks beside you in the dim street. Your shoulders brush against each other every so often, and it brings soft, shy smiles to your faces.

“Okay, the plan is a go,” Donnie confirms from a nearby rooftop, keeping tabs on the pair with his binoculars.

“Oooo, I’m so excited!” Raph’s hushed excitement only encourages a boost in Donnie’s ego. 

“I love Love.” Mikey sighs blissfully, watching his brother and Y/n with his own pair of binoculars. 

“Operation ‘Get-Y/n-and-Leo-together-so-they-can-stop-mutually-pining-over-each-other-and-making-us-all-frustrated’ is underway!” April whispers excitedly into the mic attached to her shirt, hiding behind a wall of a nearby alleyway. 

“Okay guys, Phase One of the plan will take action, now!”

At Donnie’s command, April reaches out and pushes a pile of boxes that topple, falling to the ground with a loud thud. 

This causes you to look back, startled by the sudden noise. Your grip on Leo’s hand tightens, and he looks down to see your nervous expression. “I’m sure it’s nothing, scaredy-cat.” He teases, and this makes you frown, punching his arm playfully. “Am not!” You brush it off as a mere coincidence.

“Donnie, what’s pushing a bunch of boxes down gonna accomplish anyway?” Raph asks, confused by the plan’s simplicity.

“Well my dear brother, this whole plan is based on fear as an effective stimulus to encourage the two to take the first step towards each other romantically.” Donnie tuts, continuing to keep tabs on the pair.

“You see Raphael, the sound made by the fallen boxes in a sketchy neighbourhood will act as the first step in stimulating that fear. Next up, we have Phase Two. April, get ready.” Donnie instructs.

“You got it.” April pulls out a pair of particularly heavy boots, puts them on and tucks her thick hair under a baseball cap. She takes a step out into the street, her heavy boot landing on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Aaaand, now.” Mikey hits a button on Donnie’s console at his brother’s command, and all the lights on the street shut off except one. 

You look up in surprise at the sudden pitch-black darkness that surrounds you, but your attention is drawn to the sound of heavy-set footsteps from a distance behind you. Leo pulls you close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m sure it’s nothing” He tries to laugh it off, though his voice has a slightly nervous edge to it.

The clunking grows louder, and the two of you look at each other in alarm, glancing back to see the flickering light of the only lamp post revealing a dark silhouette hidden in the shadows, its towering frame and muscular build making you panic.

“We should run,” Leo suggests in a high-pitched squeak. You barely have time to nod in agreement before he practically scoops you up in his arms, starting to run in a panic. He doesn’t stop until you reach a slightly more brightly lit area, stealing a glance behind to check if they had lost whoever that was.

“I think we lost them.” You breathe out, your arms having circled his neck as he held you close in his arms, hiding your face in his neck. He sets you down gently, the brush of his cheek against yours when he moves away bringing a soft heat to your face. He moves a strand of hair out of your face tenderly, tucking it behind your ear with a smile.

You both let out relieved laughs, the adrenaline fading from your systems before continuing the walk. Leo takes the opportunity to drape his arm around your shoulders and pull you close, masking his nervousness with confidence when you look up at him with wide eyes.

You shouldn’t read too much into it…Right?

“Phase Two: Success,” Donnie reports with a grin. 

“I dunno Donnie, this feels a little too much.” Raph voices out unsurely, readying for the next Phase.

“Too much?” Donnie cackles, “It’s never too much.”

“Donnie, are we good or what?” April asks, having taken off the boots and baseball cap. 

Donnie laughs evilly, cracking his knuckles and nodding at Raph who readies himself.

“Release the crows.” 

Raph flips the switch, releasing the automatic lock on a cage of crows that were very angry at being caught and stuffed into an overcrowded cage. Donnie had placed them in an alleyway that you and Leo were about to walk past at any moment.

You slow your footsteps, eyes narrowing as you stare into the dark alleyway suspiciously, hearing the flutter of wings. “What’s up?” Leo looks into the alleyway and his eyes widen in alarm, pulling you away just in time and shielding you from an angry flock of crows that rush out of the darkness. 

Your back hits the brick wall of the building next to the alleyway, and Leo’s arms wrap around you in a protective hug. His shell aches from the sharp claws of the angry crows that attack anything in their sight, pulling you as close as possible.

His hand covers the top of your head, and you tuck yourself under his chin, pressed firmly against his plastron. Your eyes were squeezed shut in fear, brows furrowed.

When the caws of the crows gradually fade, you finally open your eyes, blinking a couple of times. You look back up to check on Leo, and your breath hitches in your throat at the sight.

Cheeks flushed, eyes shut, and lips pressed together in a firm line. 

The picture of perfection. 

Your hand finds itself cupped against Leo’s pink cheek. His eyes fly open, staring down at you in surprise. Your thumb starts tracing small circles on the soft skin of his cheek, and he almost churrs in delight, his knees weak at the sight of you.

You, with your adorable wide eyes, your red cheeks, and your smile that gave him butterflies every time he laid eyes on it.

The image of an angel.

“Grossss,” Donnie complains, setting down his binoculars with a barely disguised gag.

“Hey, I think it’s sweet,” April says with a grin, gushing over the two, hidden a few feet away.

“Well, maybe.” He reassesses, grinning at how well his plan was turning out.

“Wait, doesn’t this mean the plan’s working?” Mikey points out.

“As if it wouldn’t.” Donnie snorts at the implication of otherwise.

The spell between the two is broken when the lone bark of a stray dog echoes throughout the neighbourhood. You both snap out of your daze, lips mere inches away from brushing. Leo’s eyes were half-lidded, leaning down to press his lips against yours before jolting away at the sound. Your hand drops to your side as Leo takes a sudden step back as if touching you had burned him.

Your cheeks were warm with an all-too-familiar heat, and you stare down at the ground, wishing it’d swallow you whole.

Leo tilts his head back, staring up at the night sky with shaky breaths and rubs the back of his neck nervously.

He was mortified but also annoyed that a simple bark had ruined what could’ve been the greatest moment of his life.

How was he supposed to face you now?

Right. He’d handle it like he always does: With confidence.

“So, shall we?” His hand is outstretched again, waiting for you to take it with a lazy yet confident grin.

He prays intently, hoping you don’t notice the way his cheeks blossom red from the heat and the way his hands tremble. He prays you don’t notice the way his voice has a nervous edge to it, and how desperately he wants to hold you again.

But you notice. You notice everything.

You look at his hand, raising your own hesitantly before pausing.

“Take his hand, damn it!” Donnie all but yells in frustration, setting down his binoculars and rubbing the space between his eyes exasperatedly when you drop your hand and nod, walking in front of him.

Leo’s dejected face was enough to make anyone feel pity for him, but he covers his crestfallen expression with a bright smile when you turn back to look at him, your brow quirked almost as if asking him to catch up with you.

He jogs to your side and starts to joke around, hiding how hurt he felt when you rejected his hand.

“Donnie, the plan isn’t working!” Raph panics and Mikey lets out a whimper from beside him.

“Wait.” Donnie pulls out his phone, typing furiously. “We still have Phase Four.”

Leo’s phone vibrates, and he pulls it out from his utility belt to check his texts. He frowns when he reads it, a groan slipping past his lips.

Now everything made sense.

“What’s wrong?” You try to peek at his screen, but he quickly tilts it away from you.

You frown, shoving your hands back into the pockets of your hoodie and feeling hurt. He never hid stuff from you before, not even embarrassing texts sent by his brothers. 

“I-it’s just spam text!” He stammers, shoving the phone back into his utility belt with a frown, looking up at the rooftops and failing to spot his brothers.

Of course, it was them who had set up this whole horror-esque situation for him.

Donnie had just sent him a text, encouraging him to kiss you when he dropped you off at your place, ending it with a ‘;)’.

“Well,” Leo looks up, having been engrossed in his thoughts to realise they had stopped walking, “this is me,” you mumble.

“I’ll meet you upstairs?”

You pause but nod with a shy smile. 

He watches you enter the glass doors of the apartment building, thankful for the lack of humans and bright lighting around. He makes his way up to the fire escape outside your bedroom window, hearing the vague greetings you gave your parents in the living room.

As soon as he hears the door close and the soft click of your lock sliding in place, he slides open the window and climbs in.

You sit down on your bed with an exhausted sigh. “That was a scary walk, huh?” You gesture for him to join you and he does, plopping down beside you. He’s strangely silent, staring down at your bedroom floor. You move closer to him, until your shoulders touch. You nudge him gently. “You okay?”

“H-huh? Y-yeah! Good walk.” Leo’s caught off guard when he realises that there’s barely any space between the two of you, surprise and nervousness in his wide eyes.

“Where’d the confident, brave Leon I know go?” You tease.

“...not so brave.”

You hear Leo faintly mutter under his breath. “What was that?” You ask.

You watch Leo take a deep breath. “Around you, I’m not so brave.” He admits softly.

“Why?”

Okay, Leo, it’s now or never.

“Because I like you.”

“What?”

You wait for the impending ‘Just Kidding!’. You knew it was coming any second now. If it was a prank, it was truly a cruel one, seeing as you did have feelings for him. You fiddle with your hands nervously.

He’s taking too long to say it, you realise.

Leo’s facing you now, more serious than you had ever seen him. His usual confidence is absent, and he waits for your response with bated breath.

“I-I mean, that’s what I’d say if I did-”

“I like you too.” 

“What?” Now it’s Leo’s turn to feel surprised, and you nod.

“I like you.” You repeat shyly, your ears bright red and confirming what he had heard.

“Really??” Leo’s arms wrap around you in a joyous hug, his elated smile causing you to giggle. You shush him with a finger to his lips, glancing over to the door, afraid your parents had somehow overheard him.

You look back at a beaming Leo.

Let’s knock him down a peg.

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. He’s left speechless, and you can’t help but laugh at how wide his eyes are. You suddenly feel embarrassed at making the first move, looking away. You feel a slender finger cup your chin, tilting your face back to meet his in a passionate kiss that has your knees weak.

You both pull away after a while, breathless. You both catch your breath, heartbeats banging against your ribcages in a steady rhythm that threatens to break out when your eyes meet.

“We should go on walks more often.” You joke weakly. His hand holds yours, fingers entwined. You look down at your hands, a silly smile fixed permanently on your lips.

“Yeah, about that…Donnie and the rest set it up.” Leo pulls out his phone, finally showing you the text that he had hidden from you earlier.

You read through it with furrowed brows, your lips curling up in a mischievous smirk.

“Why don’t we return the favour by pretending we fought?” You suggest with a cheeky wink.

Leo stares at you for a good moment before tugging you forwards into a tight hug. “This is why I fell in love with you.” He sighs lovingly.

He moves back, and you both start to chuckle evilly.

Oh, you’ll enjoy pranking his brothers the next day.

[biaswreckingfics]

Oooh prompts! Watch me send you several because I’m a greedy, greedy woman. 😘 ps I love you

Fluffy, Sunwoo 45. Did you tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?

Sunwoo + Fluff -Send as many as you want bestie 😘😘-

(Did you tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?)

Your phone lights up for the fourth time, but you refuse to look at it. Already knowing it's Sunwoo, you sink further into your couch, hoping it'll swallow you whole. He's been calling and texting you nonstop for the last hour, and you know he has zero intentions of stopping anytime soon. The man is on a mission, and you know how laser-focused he gets when he's like this.

Groaning in frustration, you grab the throw blanket on the back of the couch and pull it over your head. You're such an idiot. Why on earth did you tell that girl you and Sunwoo are dating? What evil being possessed you to do such a stupid thing? You kick your feet the more you think about it.

It was Iike the second you saw her, your mind went territorial. You thought about their date that's taking place tomorrow night, and then like a dog, you pissed all over your territory. You whine and kick your feet again until a knocking on your door registers.

Your entire being freezes as you run through all the possibilities of who it could be, but it's useless. You know exactly who it is, and you should've known this was going to be the conclusion. Sunwoo is only going to take you ignoring him for so long.

"I know you're in there," he calls through the door before knocking again.

Calculating the odds of how long he'll be willing to bang on your door, you curl yourself under the blanket and decide to wait him out. The plan is perfect until you hear a key slide into the lock and all of your internal alarms go off.

You gave him your second key! How the hell could you forget giving your best friend the other key to your apartment? The key word here being best friend.

When the door opens and you hear Sunwoo enter your apartment, you lay as still as possible. It makes no sense, and you know you're going to be caught, but at least you'll have a couple more seconds of peace.

"You know I can see you, right?" He asks before sighing and calling your name when you don't respond.

His footsteps creak around your apartment until they stop directly in front of you. You hold your breath, wondering how long he'll wait. You quickly find out the answer is not long at all.

The blanket slowly peels back from your face and you glance up to see Sunwoo looking down at you in amusement. "Are you really hiding under a blanket right now?"

"...No?"

A small puff of air hits your face when Sunwoo laughs, and he kneels down to be at your level. "No? You're just under this blanket when it's hot as hell in this apartment because you feel like it?"

"Yes?"

He shakes his head. "Did you tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?"

You nibble on your bottom lip. "Did she say I did?" When he gives you an unamused look, you concede. "Okay. Also, yes."

He sighs and studies your face. "Is there any reason in particular? Do you not like her?"

It's your turn to carefully study his face. He knows you wouldn't do something like this for the hell of it. When you see nothing but openness and curiosity, you decide now is the time. Now is the time to tell Sunwoo about your crush on him. You just hope he takes it well.

"No. It's not her that I like."

Sunwoo's eyes widen fractionally, roving over your entire face and searching for any sign of deception. When he finds nothing but sincerity in your gaze, a wondrous smile takes over his lips.

"Is this for real?" He reaches up to gently push your hair back from your face, and you nod. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that."

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

--

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

[leiawritesstories]

Prompt: This gif but make it Aelin and Lysandra, any context will do thank you ❤️❤️

I’m really enjoying your Rowaelin fics btw, thanks 😊

thank you so much ❤️ 🥺

Word count: 809

Warnings: none hehe

Enjoy! 

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“And then,” Lys declared, “then we’re gonna get dressed the hell up and strut into this event looking like the two bad bitches we damn well are!” She tipped Aelin’s chin up with her fingertips. “Give me your best bad bitch smirk, AAG.” 

Aelin sniffled, managing a flicker of something resembling a smirk as best she could with mascara streaked under her red, puffy eyes. 

Lysandra snorted. “You call that a smirk?” 

“Fuck off,” Aelin grumbled, but she leaned into her best friend’s hug. “You’re the best, Lys, you know that?” 

“Indeed I do.” Lys shot her a wink. “C’mon, bitch queen. That prick doesn’t deserve a single drop of your tears.” 

“He really was a prick,” Aelin agreed, letting Lys tug her off the couch where she’d spend the last several hours crying after going to the bar where Chaol’s location icon had pinged only to find that dickwad with his tongue down some hooker’s throat. 

She really hoped she’d punched him hard enough that he wouldn’t be using that tongue anytime soon, because he sure as hell wouldn’t be using his other little friend. And she did mean little. 

“Come on,” Lys repeated, tugging her gently down the short hallway towards their rooms. “We’ve got a banquet to attend, babe.” 

~

An hour and a half later, both Aelin and Lysandra were dressed to the nines in their fanciest dresses, their hair and makeup done and styled to perfection. They had to attend the college’s annual student-athlete banquet, since both of them were athletes--Lys swimming, Aelin volleyball--and they’d planned to arrive alone, rather than bring anyone else. Which worked rather well, given that Aelin’s now-ex, Chaol Westfall, was a complete asshole who’d outright said he wouldn’t go to the dinner. 

So they were going together, single and very much proud of it, and they were going to knock the fucking socks off every single one of the student-athletes and coaches and others who were there. 

Aelin’s dress was fiery orange, fake gems along the neckline catching the light and making it look like the top of the dress was aflame. Thin straps settled over her shoulders, holding the formfitting top half up against her skin, molding to every inch of her upper body, the skirt fitted but loose enough to allow her to strut in her three-inch stiletto heels. Lysandra wore a deep green halter-top dress covered in sequins that glittered as she moved, its daringly low V-neck exposing a swath of her pale skin and the utter lack of back displaying her toned swimmer’s muscles. 

They arrived at the hotel where the dinner was being held a few minutes past the scheduled start time, knowing that most everyone would be showing up later rather than earlier, and took a few minutes in the coat room to fluff their hair and adjust their dresses. 

“Ready, babe?” Lys asked, fluffing Aelin’s curled hair. 

“Hell yeah,” Aelin smirked, shoving aside everything churning in her mind and focusing on the dinner. “C’mon, bad bitch.” 

“That’s my girl!” Lys crowed, linking arms with her as they strode out to the ballroom, where tables were arranged and laid with place settings for the athletes’ dinner. “Strut, bad bitch,” she whispered as they waited in the short line at the door. 

And Aelin strutted. 

She held her head high, her lips just a fraction apart, her bad-bitch, detached expression firmly in place as she and Lys strutted into the ballroom, eyes fixed forwards like nobody else in the room mattered even a tiny bit. 

Because they didn’t. She was here on her own merit, for her own achievements, and she was damn fucking proud of it. 

“Yes, bitch!” Lys whisper-screamed to her as they found their table and sat down, their tablemates greeting them with grins and soft applause. 

Aelin slapped Lys a high five. “Love you, babe.” 

“Goddamn,” one of their tablemates--Manon, Aelin’s teammate--smirked, eyeing her dress appreciatively. “If I weren’t taken, Galathynius, I’d be asking you home right about now.” 

“Shut up, Blackbeak,” Aelin snickered, winking at the other blonde. “You look phenomenal, where the hell’d you find that romper?” 

“Target,” Manon grinned. “No, I’m not shitting you.” 

Aelin whistled. “Guess I’m going there tomorrow.” She raised her water glass. “Cheers, Blackbeak.” 

“Gonna need more than water to get through Coach’s blathering,” Manon snickered, raising her glass to Aelin. 

Lysandra grinned wickedly. “Good thing I brought this, then.” Covertly, she withdrew a slender little flask from the hidden pocket in her dress. 

“I fucking love you,” Aelin all but groaned, quietly sliding her roommate her empty glass. 

And their whole table laughed and made snarky jokes all night long, smirking and exchanging eyebrow wiggles during the coach speeches and all the athlete recognition, which dragged on and on and on. Friends and a little alcohol, what more could a girl want?

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[luvbrie]

brother

pairing: jihoon & reader / older brother!jihoon & gn!reader

warnings: JIHOON IS ANNOYING, swearing, mentions of parents, informal language

wordcount: 1k words / bulletpoint scenario

right off the bat, jihoon loves to annoy you

no surprise there

literally this man doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up

as much as you punch and slap him he doesn’t Care

you’re not even sure he feels your violent backlashes..

just call ur mom though and he’s apologizing as if he actually cares <3

jihoon is SO PETTY

he’s petty in the sense where you two would argue, he just walks out, and like 2 days later slap the back of your head

“wHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?”

he shrugs and just says idk

like hE’S NOT EVEN MAD AT YOU ANYMORE

HE JUST HAS TO BC… WHY??

and it happens vv often cause you fight like it’s the last day of ur lives Every. Single. Day.

ur both super stubborn so none of u apologize

but u guys only fight about rlly small things so arguments never rlly came to the point of needing proper apologies

other times he’ll barge into your room and Lay On You

it doesn’t matter if ur not on the bed.

he’ll just come up to u and flatten you out with his 5’10 ass

“get off me.”

“no”

"i can't Breathe"

"yea cause i took ur breath away"

"well give it the fuck back"

jihoon is like constantly looking for ways to annoy u in this state

he'll just lay on the bed and throw his legs somewhere on u

it’s kinda like his bonding time with you

like he’ll just flop onto your torso, pull out his phone and do whatever as if you weren’t even there

after shifting ur position so ur not Suffocating you just continue on with whatever ur doing

because you, as his sibling, would know jihoon was not gonna budge anytime soon.

honestly u would just Forget about him for a while until he randomly slaps your phone or flips your book to a random page

i’m pretty sure he’d spoil comebacks to you

at first ur like “STOP IT IDONT WANT SPOILERSSS”

but then after a while ur just like “waitt no way i thought mashi was dying his hair purple?”

kinda backtracking but he can’t keep his mouth shut so he’ll tell u ANY drama he hears about

totally would call you at any given hour for tea time

tbh if u want him to stop just hang up

he’ll just text you everything u missed anyway

cause he knows you actually do wanna know LOL

i can’t imagine him inviting you to his dorm with the boys

at least not often

he uses the excuse that “you are too annoying for them”

i say excuse cause jihoon doesn’t wanna swallow his pride and tell u that he’s feeling a wee bit protective of u even if he trusts the members with his life

just can’t help it

times he does let you hang w them, he’ll make sure to annoy you a lot in attempt to divert your attention from the boys

as much as u ignore him his plan inevitably works when he starts blurting embarrassing stories of you when you were younger

you have to slap his neck to get him to shut up HAHA

as much as we love the idea of wingman jihoon

don’t tell him if you have a crush on one of the treasure members

ESPECIALLY IF IT’S JUNKYU OR HYUNSUK.

save urself the embarrassment

he will do anything to get you to unlike them or something

if you’re serious ab liking them though, he’ll understand

i mean he won’t stop his ministrations but his intentions will have clearly changed

he’ll start teasing the member a lot and saying very subtle things about you that they might like

he’s gotchu bro but in the rudest way possible

adding on, jihoon genuinely really cares for you

he disguises his concern with teasing

he’ll flick your forehead throughout the day if he finds out you haven’t been taking care of yourself

“come on you should be old enough to know when you need to eat”

“you still need your older brother to tell you when to go to bed? you’re such a child”

he likes to make snacks for you while you study

from things like cut fruits to going to the convenience store really quick to buy your favorite chips

when he catches you all sad, he’ll drag you to your room and wrap you in your bedsheets

he’ll sit with you, regardless if you tell him to go away or not

he won’t say anything, and just let you cry or scream or rant

whatever his little sibling needs to feel better

because whenever you’re sad, he can’t help but feel at fault

he knows he’s not as outwardly affectionate and doesn’t want you thinking that he doesn’t care for you

especially if the reason why you’re sad in the first place is because he made you genuinely angry or said something to upset you

sometimes, when he knows that you’re really hurt, he’ll lay down with you and let you hug him

if you’re hurt because someone broke your heart, he’ll start pointing out every single little thing that he’s noticed that he didn’t like

it’s kinda scary how much jihoon knows actually???

like jihoon is super observant when he’s not talking tbh

“didn’t you notice how they always got a text at 4pm ‘from their mom’ and always had to be home by 5? they don’t live with their mom, y/n.”

you’re like “huh”

“yeah. also don’t you remember how you were getting suspicious of them and their work friend, and how quickly they dismissed that ‘friend’ of theirs when you brought it up that night? as if they expected it?”

“???? you noticed???”

“you didn’t?”

all in all jihoon is super caring in indirect but obvious ways

just call his name and he’ll be there :)

well he’ll be there after he finishes listening to mashi and jeongwoo fight tho.

he’s late by like 20 minutes but when he greets you with “y/n. oh. my. god.” ,, you know that 20 minutes would’ve been worth it.

[wingsofkpop]

NSFW Alphabet - Yang Jeongin (m)

A - Aftercare

Despite being on the more inexperienced side, I think Jeongin is responsible enough to know that aftercare is a must following sex, whether it be making sure you both are properly hydrated or helping you change the bed sheets. Because he’s usually babied by his members, this sweet boy treasures each moment he’s able to take care of you for a change though he won’t say no if you request to be the bigger spoon for a night or two.

B - Body Part

Seeing as our dear maknae has apparently gotten buff somewhere over the years, he likely takes pride in his biceps and arms in general as he damn well should. We’ll go more in depth about it later, but let’s just say Innie likes to use his strength in more ways than one… Moving on, Jeongin will never not be a fan of your neck. Mans has a bit of a marking tendency, but hormones aside, Jeongin’s in love with your scent, which seems to be more pungent around thah area. Plus, the crook of your neck also makes a good hiding place when he’s shy.

C - Cum

The only place this man’s cumming is in a condom. He may not be a baby anymore, but he doesn’t want any other baby Jeongins showing up anytime soon. Changbin is already a handful enough as it is…

D - Dirty Secret

Now it’s a bit out of the element here, but Jeongin sometimes gets tired of being coddled by his members. That being said, he’s had some fantasies about proving his growness—fantasies that may or may not include getting caught eating you out until you’re a literal puddle by Chan or Hyunjin, or maybe fucking you into the wall just in time for Changbin or Seungmin to walk through the door. Not wanting to disrespect you or anything, he prefers to keep these thoughts to himself… just don’t ask questions if he starts to get a little handsy during movie nights with the other boys.

E - Experience

Like most of the younger Stray Kids members, I don’t think he has too much sexual experience. He’s probably made out with a girl or two over the years, maybe felt her up a bit, but that’s as far as his hands-on exploration goes. Even so, he probably has a general idea of how things are supposed to go, generously provided by stories from his members and the wonders of porn.

F - Favorite Position

Due to his lack of sexual practice, Jeongin probably has not found his all-time favorite position just yet. He’s eager to try everything he possibly can, so expect to be blown away literally every time y’all do the do.

G - Goofy

Jeongin doesn’t mind getting a little silly during sex every once and a while, but he also knows that a more sensual, serious mood is needed too. The first few times will definitely be more casual and light-hearted, kept alive by his playful grin and mischevious fingers. But even as you two begin to become more mature, that same youthful atmosphere will remain, making it feel like the first time every time.

H - Hair

He probably just lets it do it’s own thing honestly. As long as it doesn’t get too unruly, he doesn’t mind it all that much.

I - Intimacy

Seeing he’s likely never been in a serious relationship before you, he’s all about the ideal, romantic aspect of love making. And while there won’t necessarily be rose petals and silk sheets every time you guys have sex, he knows how to make you feel loved and wanted with just his touch alone. Eye contact is also a huge must for Jeongin—he needs to see your face in the moment, to watch the pleasure overtake your body as he brings you to a headspace only few have the privilege to witness. It may sound cheesy, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he has a secret plan to marry you one day, already knowing you’re his forever person.

J - Jack Off

Innie is young, so it’s no surprise his hormones are a bit on the overwhelming side at times. For him, getting off largely depends on if and when he has a moment to himself, which is quite rare between his busy schedule and lack of privacy in the dorm. That being said, he probably masturbates no more than three times a week. If that.

K - Kink

Alright hoes, I’m gonna start this off by saying Jeongin damn well has some sort of strength kink. We’ve all seen the size of those arms. Now he wouldn’t necessarily manhandle you, but if the moment requires him to pick you up by your thighs, or maybe pin your wrists to the bed cause you’re getting a little too frisky, then a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He also has a HUGE thing when you get all dressed up for him, whether it be in a dress/suit or a lingerie set. Some other honorable mentions of his include marking, praise, and the occasional teasing.

L - Location

Please, please, PLEASE let this man take you against the wall, or anywhere that lets him show off his strength. He turns into some type of beast, I swear—Bonus points if y’all have the dorm to yourselves, because then he will literally take you against every single surface…

M - Motivation

The second you compliment him, this man will be literal putty in your hands. He loves, and I mean LOVES, when you praise him for his stage performances or MV scenes. And don’t let him catch you watching his fancams… or else prepared to get dicked into next year~

N - NO

BDSM is completely off the table for Jeongin. While he doesn’t mind trying something new every so often, he’s just not comfortable treading into the kind of intense territory that would require use of a safe word. He’s also just not a fan of power dynamics in general.

O - Oral

Sorry fam, oral is just not it for Jeongin. It’s nothing against you, he just doesn’t prefer blow jobs because of his tendency to finish too early, and he’d much rather practice other methods of foreplay to get you both off.

P - Pace

In the beginning stages of your relationship, Innie used to utilize a rapid, sloppy pace. After obtaining more experience, his stroke game is much, much better and more fluid, though he sometimes tends to revert back to an awkward pace when he’s close to climax. But like everyone, his skill and confidence will grow more over time.

Q - Quickie

The only time he’ll settle for a quickie is if he’s completely and totally desperate for your touch. But even then, he needs to be sure your session will take place in an environment that is both private and isolated from any other people. But once he’s comfortable and secure, he’ll drive you into the nearest wall with no further hesitation whatsoever.

R - Risk

Nope, nope, nopity, nope. While the idea of getting caught makes him feel all the things, Jeongin would rather not risk anyone actually walking in on you two when you’re being less than innocent. Especially his members, because if they do, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

S - Stamina

He’s got pretty decent stamina. Jeongin can usually go for some foreplay and maybe two rounds depending on how exhausted he is from his schedule. Then again, on days he is a bit more on the tired side, he wouldn’t mind sitting back and letting you do most the work.

T - Toy

The most curious boy omg. Innie’s experience with toys probably stems from porn and the dark side of Reddit, so he’ll be utterly fascinated if you own any nifty gadgets of your own. And while I don’t think he’d actively shop for sex toys, he doesn’t mind spicing things up in the bedroom with a couple vibrators, restraints, or sensation play objects.

U - Unfair

Don’t let his adorable facade fool you—this boy can be the WORST tease on any given day. He’s the type of lover that will suggestively trail his hands across your breasts and thighs, then act all innocent when you call him out. Jeongin is also an expert in getting you to tell him what he wants to hear. For example, “You want me to make you cum, baby? How exactly do you want me to do that?…”

V - Volume

Honestly, this man is a moaning machine. And you may hear some cute little whimpers and whines in that mix too… At first, he was probably a bit bashful to make any noise in that context, but after some coaxing and needed praise from you, he’ll never try to be silent again.

W - Wild Card

Let me set the scene for you: You and Innie watching some horribly budgeted rom-com you found on Netflix, and literally just making fun of the entire movie. That is, until the two main leads start making out in the back of a car. Oh, this shuts you both right up, especially when clothes start coming off and the car windows begin to steam up. The scene ends eventually, but this awkward, sexually tense silence still remains between you and Jeongin, and when you look to your blushing lover, you find him poorly attempting to cover his raging hard on. Then, he clears his throat and cutely stutters, “S-So… You wanna… you know?…”

X - X-ray

He’s a bit below average: 4.5-5 inches. But he’s got some thickness to his name.

Y - Yearning

As already mentioned, Innie tends to hold back in regards to his sexual needs for fear of coming across as a horn dog. You two probably do the nasty at least once a week, but I guarantee you can raise that number if you sit your boyfriend down and explain the concept of a mutually beneficial relationship huehuehue.

Z - ZZZzzz

If there’s one thing that Jeongin loves most in the world, it’s being in your arms after a long and stressful day. Whether or not you choose to end the night with an orgasm or two, he’ll settle himself atop your body, using your breasts as his own personal pillows, and just let his tension melt away in the comforting warmth of your touch. And though he’d never admit it, sometimes he doesn’t really mind being babied after all…

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reaction: to you calling him daddy for the first time

Warnings: SMUT!! Daddy kink (do not read if you are under age!!!!)

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: this is my first ever reaction, but I’m planning on doing more! I had a lot of fun!

Kun:

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His lips were wrapped around your clit, tongue rolling over it in slow, lazy motions that had your hips bucking off the bed.

"𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆!!"

You cried out, unable to take his torture any longer. As soon as the name left your lips, his tongue stopped moving and his lips detached from your clit. You slapped a hand over your mouth. You really had fucked up now.

“Say that again,” Kun’s voice was a low growl that had you trembling.

“Please fuck me daddy,” you whimpered, biting down hard on your bottom lip.

He didn’t respond. Not verbally anyways. Instead, he practically ripped the jeans from his body and crawled on the bed between your legs, lowering his face down to growl in your ear.

“That’s the only name that should leave your lips tonight.”

Ten:

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Ten knew he was driving you crazy as he kissed up one thigh and down the other, purposely avoiding your aching core that was already sopping wet after the teasing you’d been enduring. Sure, maybe you deserved it after stroking him through his pants while having dinner with the rest of WayV, but who wouldn’t be horny after watching the god of dance move on stage.

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!" 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

His lips left your thigh and he smirked up at you.

“Have you learned your lesson princess?” He asked, the new nickname making your clit twitch.

You nodded, unable to find his words, but he tsked, moving closer to your core.

“I don’t think you have.”

He blew a gust of cool air against your core before going back to kissing your thighs as more whines left your lips.

WinWin:

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You didn’t know where it’d come from. Perhaps the countless hours spent feeding your daddy kink through fanfiction had finally caught up with you, but you were mortified as the words had left your lips.

"𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚?"

You’d been watching a movie, curled up in Sicheng’s side as the word slipped.

“Who daddy? Me daddy?” Your boyfriend asked, his face contorting in confusion.

You could feel heat creeping onto your face as you squirmed.

“I’m sorry daddy..”

Fuck! There the word was again!

You opened your mouth to apologize again when your body was suddenly pressed against the couch cushions.

“Damn right I’m daddy,” he growled, pressing his lips to yours.

Lucas:

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“I thought I told you to wait until we got home?" all the typical teasing of Yukhei's voice was gone, replaced with the stern, dominant tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Every fiber in your body screamed at you listen, to remove your hand from where it rested just below his crotch, but as your dripping core clenched around nothing, you placed your hand down on the bulge in his jeans. A hiss erupted from his throat, hips bucking against your hand as his face bore a hard glare.

"Just wait till we get home, Princess," he growled, voice hard and breathless.

He gripped your wrist probably harder than he meant to and flung it back to your own lap, returning both hands to the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.

"𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕٫ 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!"

Your tone was sugary sweet, but you knew you were in for it. You'd been teasing Yukhei all day, and as the car immediately jerked off the road, you knew you wouldn't be able to walk right anytime soon.

Xiaojun:

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Your boyfriend, Dejun, was always adamant that he could be dominant. You didn't believe him, especially on days like these when he whined beneath you, your hips grinding slowly on his, stimulating the bulge in his sweats.

It didn't bother you that he was more submissive, even if he'd never admit it, although you wouldn't lie, you had fantasized about him completely dominating you quite a few times. More times than you'd care to admit.

You knew he tried. He just usually cracked under the pressure (sometimes literally), whining and begging for you to touch him.

Tonight, however, you decided to try something a little different, something his best friend, Kunhang, had somehow convinced you was a good idea.

You hips stilled, making him whine in protest, but you had other plans. Lowering yourself down on his chest, you pressed your lips close to his ear.

"Does daddy like it when his princess rides him?"

You licked the shell of his ear as the words left your lips.

You didn't expect anything to come of it. If anything, you expected a whiner Dejun, bucking against you. However, as your back suddenly pressed against the bed, arms pinned by your sides, you stared up at him with wide eyes as his innocent, needy expression hardened into a sinister smirk.

Hendery:

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Quiet moans left your lips as Kunhang's fingers scratched softly at your scalp, working the shampoo into your soaked hair as you leaned against his chest.

You should have known then that something was different as your boyfriend suddenly pressed himself closer to you as he guided your head under the water to wash away the shampoo. It was nearly impossible for the two of you to take showers together without them turning dirty, but as his fingers worked wonders on your scalp, your mind was far from sex.

"That feels so nice daddy," you whimpered, eyes closing as your body practically melted against him.

Maybe your mind wasn't as far from sex as you would have thought, because as the words left your mouth, your mind flooded with images of him holding you down and fucking into you while you cried out the new title you'd awarded him.

"That's fucking it," Kunhang hissed, shoving your body against the side of the shower, pinning you against the shower wall as he pressed his hardness against your core. "I'm gonna show you daddy, you fucking little tease."

You honestly hadn't been intending to tease him, but as his tip rubbed against your clit, another moan jolted from your lips and you were suddenly glad you'd been "teasing" him.

YangYang:

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Moans and whines flew from your lips as your underwear-clad core ground hard against your boyfriends clothed thigh.

"Oh fuck!" you whined as a muscle in his thigh clenched, stimulating your core more.

"You like that baby girl?" YangYang's voice voice invaded your thoughts.

He clenched his thigh again, lifting his leg slightly to press it harder against your core. You cried out at the added stimulation on your clit, your head nodding in response, too breathless to form words.

Suddenly, the pleasure stopped. His thigh moved away from your core and as you chased him, desperate for him.

"Use your words," his voice was stern as he caught your hips, stopping you from grinding down against him.

"I love it daddy!" you moaned out, the word loosing from your lips before you could stop it.

When YangYang didn't respond, you thought he was going to push you off of him, but as his thigh quickly met your core again, hands guiding your hips.

"That's right, baby girl, take what daddy gives you."

[bizarrescribblez]

Selfshiptober Day 4: Cooking Together

It wasn’t often you plan a dinner before you get some rest after said dinner and have to attempt to film an extra terrestrial life form with your friends. But tonight was that night. Emerald and OJ were off to their own devices; Em still at work stitching last minute adjustments and OJ outside getting the sky dancers set up. Antlers was deep in focus in the living room, his silence being kind of ominous yet better than cryptic speak which has become a natural occurrence with him around.

I wasn’t usually one to cook, let alone anything big enough for five people, but I was going to try dangit! I owe it to nearly almost everyone in the room for them either saving me from sudden ufo-or uap related terrors… or just for being the sight of my affection lately..

That sight of affection being Angel Torres.. who was in the living room with Antlers getting cameras ready. I glanced at him from the kitchen and smiled before heading to the fridge to see if there was anything.

‘Man OJ you really don’t take care of yourself much.’ I thought to myself since there wasn’t much in the fridge. There wasn’t much in the empty fridge other than what you’d typically have: milk, water, eggs, sandwich meat, cheese, and ketchup/mustard. I stood there pondering what I was going to do with this, there’s no way I could make an actual dinner with any of this. It wasn’t terribly late and everybody was caught up in their work that they wouldn’t be finished anytime soon, so I figured a trip to find something to either cook or mock up to look like dinner wouldn’t hurt. I closed the fridge and grabbed my bag from the dining room table as I headed towards the door before a familiar face appeared in front of me.

“Hey, where you going?” My cheeks grew red as Angel was in my line of sight. It didn’t help his hair was very scruffy and he was in a very lazy casual outfit (I’ve come to know is his style of dressing).

“Oh, I noticed there’s literally like. Nothing in the fridge. So I think I’m gonna go grab something, hopefully it’s not too late for anyplace to be closed.” I answered as he raised his eyebrows curiously. “Kinda want to not eat junk food or fast food for what might be the 4th time this week.” He chuckled before his smile dropped a bit once I started continuing my way to the door.

“H-Hey! Do you need company? All the cameras are pretty much ready to go.. and it’s pretty dangerous driving out on your own. We can take my van?” Angel suggested which made the cheek flush return on my face. Hoping he would make such a suggestion. I nodded causing his smile to return as he instantly rushed to grab his keys and coming with me out the door. Receiving a farewell from Antlers before the door closed, we made our way to the van. I hopped in the passenger seat as he started the vehicle and looked over at me. “So, where we headed?” He asked tilting his head to the side similar to a curious puppy. I looked at my phone and saw a couple restaurants were open still for ordering online. I placed an order for something that would look easy and believable to claim I made and chuckled to myself. I showed him the restaurant and he begun to drive.

It was a fairly quiet ride, the whole Jean Jacket situation lately made it understandable to be silent. Mainly to make sure to hear when JJ is around. Angel had his music on low as I looked out the window; daring myself to glance at him from time to time. Taking a mental note of how focused he looked driving. How the moonlight and occasional road lights highlighted his features. How he’d slightly smile when a song he liked came on next. I smiled to myself and continued to stay in silence until we made it.

“I’ll be right back.” I told him as he nodded. I hopped out and went in to grab the food hoping it’d stay hot still by the time we made it back to the ranch. I walked out and to my surprise I saw Angel tap on the wheel of the van and by the looks of it.

It looked like he was lip syncing to whatever was playing on the radio. I tried to make my presence unknown as I snuck to the window and tapped on it which caused him to jump in surprise. I opened the door and laughed as he gave an over dramatic look of annoyance. “Did I ruin your groove, Corey Hart?” A jab at the song in question playing. I hopped in and placed the food on the floor of the van. “I’m surprised you still listen to Sunglasses at Night, considering what happened last time it played in here.”

He started to drive and made a puzzled look, looking as if he didn’t think about that.

“That’s true. But, not even hearing people’s pleas for help and seeing blood rain can make me hate this song. One of my favorites.” He explained as I smiled.

“It’s a good one. You play a lot of good songs..” The compliment made his already small smile grow.

“Thanks. I um- haven’t gotten the chance to know what you like to listen to. I mean I assume you got great taste if you like what I’m playing.” He wondered as I could practically hear my heart beat. “I hope it’s not- extremely weird. But I noticed you playing.. New Order right? At my place when you were asleep. Okay I change my mind that does sound weird.” He backtracked practically making a face that regretted saying what he said.

“Hey stop! It’s not weird..I think it’s sweet you noticed actually.” The assurance helped ease the look of worry on his face. “And yeah it was New Order, I needed it to sleep and semi calm myself that night.. I know you, Em and OJ were sleeping in the other room but.. I don’t know.. the quietness was kind of making it hard to sleep.” I admitted to him. “And you know what better way to feel better than listening to the band that awakened your love for a whole genre of music you never thought you’d love so much since you were little..” I chuckled to myself before noticing him looking at me for a second with practically lit up eyes. “That was a lot. I know..”

“No no I.. it wasn’t..” It seemed like he was trying to find out what to say. “If you said something I would’ve stayed in there with you.. or- I mean I would’ve asked Em to keep you company. Fuck.” Once again backtracking on his words. The red in my cheeks returned however it quickly spread to my nose.

“Do you really mean that?” I asked quietly. He took a second to respond.

“Yeah. I mean.. yeah. I wouldn’t of wanted to be alone that night too. If I knew I would’ve been there.” Angel answered, a sting of regret in the last sentence. I can tell it really did bite at him that I was by myself that night.

“Angel. It’s okay. I’m used to it I mean I’ve been living by myself in Los Angeles for what- a few years now? I sleep with a bed full of stuffed animals. Don’t feel bad.” I reassured him. The second to last statement making him raise his eyebrows.

“You have a bed full of stuffed animals?”

“Don’t make fun of me! You have not one- but two VR headsets!” I quickly defended myself although there wasn’t inherently anything wrong with that either.

“I wasn’t going to! I was going to say I think that’s cute.” Oh gosh there’s the redness in my face again. “If we somehow don’t die tomorrow you gotta invite me over and introduce me to all of them, okay?” He suggested and at that point I couldn’t hide my big grin.

“Of course.. sounds like a plan.” I accepted. The fact I accepted must have been a shock to him as he had a slight surprised look on his face before a very apparent smile appeared on his face. This time secret glances were thrown at the window, and for the rest of the drive I just softly observed him.

“Dinner is done!!!” I announced over dramatically as I motioned everyone into the kitchen. Five plates were presented on the table, each having a steak with mashed potatoes and green beans on the side.

“You did not make that.” Antlers ruined the facade but instead of being mad at him I just chuckled. Causing everyone else to laugh which was much needed.

“You caught me. Even though it was obvious..” I sat down as everyone grabbed what they wanted to drink and sat down as well. Angel quickly making his way to take the empty seat next to me.

“Hey, Mia, thank you for going out and getting us all this. We can always count on you surprising us.” Em thanked me as I beamed with pride. My giving nature being recognized, which wasn’t unusual since Emerald is used to my gift giving.

“Thanks, Em! I love you OJ, but I’m glad I didn’t have to present you guys with omelettes or sandwiches for dinner.” I playfully joked at him as Em laughed and playfully punched OJ’s shoulder. He smiled amidst his usual silence. “And we gotta thank Angel too for driving me all the way to get it.” I chimed in as Angel’s face full of food looked in surprise.

“We gotta start paying you for gas or something I’m surprised that van hasn’t imploded in on itself after driving around this whole week.” Em said as Angel wordlessly nodded. I smiled after eating a couple bites before scooting my knee close to his and giving it a soft tap. A sort of unspoken ‘your welcome’ for hyping him up. He understood the gesture as he softly tap back but his leg stayed rather close to mine the rest of the time at the dinner table. Man am I really glad I didn’t make those sandwiches.

DAY FOUR DONE >:)) can you tell I love Angel literally all his fics so far are the longest but can you blame me I love my loser boy.. BUT I can already feel my improvement cuz Im feeling more confident compared to the first fic I wrote omg… also note how I kinda strayed from the prompt I just was lazy to write out the acts of cooking but it’s okay I cooked up character interactions instead JSHZJNSNSN

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[birdiefw]

JJ MAYBANK | NOT SO SNEAKY

Summary: You and JJ had been dating for a little over a month and have unintentionally made it your thing to kiss whenever your friends weren’t paying attention.

Warnings: swearing, drug use, sexual innuendos

A/N: It’s been some time since I wrote something like this so I’m sorry for any mistakes! I’d love to make more, though, so feel free to send in requests!

[not my gif]

It all started with a quick kiss late one night. You don’t know what came over you, but as soon as Pope turned his back to you and JJ, you were leaning over and planting a sweet kiss on JJ’s cheek. He was caught off guard by it as you’d both agreed you didn’t want your friends to know just yet, but he’d just smiled and returned the affection — seconds before Pope turned back around and continued to explain why he wanted to be a coroner. From that moment, you and JJ would steal kisses whenever you could when you were around your friends. When it was just you two, there were plenty of kisses, but doing it around your friends — it made it more exciting with the thought of being caught.

At the moment, you and JJ were impatiently waiting in John B.’s Volkswagen with Pope and Kiara while John B. was searching all through his home for his favorite surfboard. You and the Pogues were planning on going to the beach to catch some waves before the storm rolled in, but John B. was having trouble finding his own board. Pope was sat up front and reading a book you’d forgotten the name of already, Kiara leaning against the side of the van, leaving only you and JJ in the back. “Is he sure it isn’t already—”

“Do any of us look like John B. to you?” You teased Pope, cocking a brow towards the boy when he glanced over his shoulder to look in your direction.

“I’m just saying!” Pope defended meekly, shaking his head as he face forward. “It wouldn’t be the first time he forgot it was already on the roof.”

Kiara let out an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes. It shouldn’t be taking him this long. “I’m gonna go help him look,” she stated, pausing to look inside the van towards you.

You raised your brows expectantly, unsure of what she was wanting. “Okay?”

“Are you sure you wanna be left alone with dumb and dumber?” Kiara asked, unsure as to why you were willingly remaining in the back with JJ as he was expertly rolling a joint you would/wouldn’t be taking hits of later.

You snickered, your smile widening by the offended expressions on Pope and JJ’s face. You nodded, ignoring the sharp glare you were receiving from your boyfriend when you didn’t defend him. “I think I can handle them,” you replied reassuringly. “Besides, this one needs two people watching him at all times to make sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid,” you said, nudging your head in JJ’s direction.

Kiara chuckled, backing towards the Chateau. “Suit yourself, Y/N.”

With that, Kiara jogged off towards the house so they could hopefully leave sooner rather than later. You let out a content sigh once she was out of sight and pulled out your phone to check your notifications. You were going to reply to a text, but you froze when you felt JJ’s breath fan against your exposed neck. You didn’t dare move, afraid it’d capture Pope’s attention.

Your eyes darted aside, but all you saw was a smug smirk on JJ’s face the closer he got closer to you. “Better be still,” he whispered, softly pressing his lips to your skin. Your eyes instinctively fluttered closed, tilting your head to give him more access — it only made his dimpled smirk widen proudly. “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, and you hated how he was affecting you so much with only the little pecks. He was such a tease, and though you enjoyed it at times, so were you. He hated it when you teased him, though. But after all, this was a game for the both of you, and you weren’t going to let him be the only one daring to do something with Pope so close to you two and within eyesight.

You suddenly moved so you and JJ were side by side, your hand going to hold the back of his neck. His eyes widened in excitement, your lips pressing to his lips before he had time to think. He kissed you back hungrily, one of his hands going to your lower back. You playfully bit his lip and he let out a huff, wanting more. However, you pulled away just as quickly and glanced down to your phone as if nothing had just happened.

Pope turned to face you two, noting JJ’s flushed appearance after he heard an odd sound come from the blond. “Dude, are you okay?”

JJ scoffed, clenching his jaw. He didn’t dare look at you, but you knew you’d succeeded. “Yeah, just peachy.”

You smirked to yourself and went back to scrolling through your phone. JJ finished rolling his joint with his heart still thumping loudly in his chest with an ache for more. He carefully placed it to his lips and went to light it, but it was swiftly snatched away by Pope. You winced, knowing JJ didn’t like it when someone did that — especially when he was wanting it to relax him after you’d started something you weren’t going to be finishing anytime soon.

“Bro!” JJ gaped, attempting to take it back.

Pope shook his head and held it further away from his friend, glaring. “Not in the van, bro!”

“I just want a lil taste! It’ll be so quick you won’t even smell it!” JJ defended, trying to grab it again. Pope slid out of the passenger side, daring JJ to make a move.

“Didn’t you already get a taste?” John B. replied instead, cradling his surfboard under his arm with Kiara walking beside him, something unfamiliar on her stunning features. Pope frowned while you and JJ had confused expressions etched on your faces. Surely they didn’t know. John B. rolled his eyes and pointedly glanced between you and JJ, causing your heart to sink. “Are you serious right now? You two aren’t very sneaky.”

Your face paled in realization, lips parting. They knew?

JJ remained calm, feigning further confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, man?”

Kiara moved closer to the van, her arms folded over her chest and head titled. “Cut the bullshit, JJ,” she said, faintly smiling. Then her eyes flickered go you. “Really, Y/N? JJ of all people?”

Your cheeks turned pink, a groan leaving your lips as you pushed your face into your hands. JJ grunted and threw his hands up in the air, eyes pinned to you. “We could’ve fooled them if you’d just tried a little harder, baby!”

“No, you couldn’t have,” Pope retorted, climbing back inside with JJ’s joint hidden in place the surfer boy would never find it; for now. You moved to sit closer to JJ, giving Kiara more room to enter the back of the van while John B. made his way to the drivers side so you all could get going. “I saw you guys at the movies.”

“Movies?” Kiara repeated, face scrunched together. “I saw them at the beach the week before.”

You and JJ briefly glanced to each other, slightly amused. You hadn’t intended for your friends to find out yet, or this way at least, but you were glad they didn’t seem to mind it; you hated the no pogue on pogue macking rule and feared that your friends wouldn’t approve of you and JJ. Thankfully, they felt otherwise. “Wait, how long has this been going on?” Pope wondered, eyes burning into you and JJ for answers.

You pursed your lips in thought, glancing down to your wrist that did not have a watch wrapped around it. “Five weeks, two days, and 16 minutes.”

JJ laughed under his breath, not having any problems with wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side to let everyone know you were in fact his. John B. faintly smiled, but it was suddenly replaced by a frown as he faced the crew. “Hang on,” he said, blinking in surprise, but his eyes were on Pope and Kiara. “You two already knew about this?”

Pope and Kiara nodded in unison. “Well duh. Didn’t you?” Kiara laughed.

“They’re weren’t very discreet,” Pope said, momentarily pausing. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug.

John B. scoffed, his brows knitted together. “I only found out today!”

You giggled, reaching forward to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay, John B.,” you said kindly. “Despite what Pope and Kie say, we were pretty good at hiding it for a while.”

“Sure, Y/N,” Kie teased.

You gave her a playful shove, making her let out a loittke augh. Your body curled further into JJ’s side once John B. started up the Volkswagen and began heading towards the awaiting beach. You let out a content sigh as you relaxed in your boyfriends safe arms, smiling to yourself when he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Hey, just because we know now doesn’t mean you can be all lovey-dovey whenever you want,” Pope playfully scolded when he saw the kiss.

John B. chuckled, stealing a look in the rear view mirror. “Save it for the bedroom.”

“Oh, we will,” JJ smugly said, grinning from ear to ear. You whacked his arm in disgust and Kie grimaced, facing the window. JJ only chuckled and tightened his grip on you, making you feel at ease with the world.

Though your friends now knew about you and JJ, you had a feeling that you and JJ would happily continue to try and get as many kisses in without your friends noticing the exchanges, and you didn’t mind one bit.

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A/N: PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO LEAVE OR MESSAGE ME SOME REQUESTS!

[jungshookz]

🧦 stocking stuffers: yoongi’s being annoying as per usual

stocking stuffers are basically the holiday equivalent of teeny tidbits :D i just wanted to give you guys a little something to tide you over while you’re waiting for the second drabble! also yes that is a sock emoji there was no stocking emoji sUE ME 

this started off at five hundred words and quickly spiralled into two thousand words but it’s not good enough to stand alone as a proper drabble so i’m counting it as a puny stocking stuffer drabble

pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n

genre; sfw for the most part but there are some suggestive themes because this is demon!yoongi after all <3 

what to expect; “ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me... it turns me on.” 

wordcount; 2.3k

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“i don’t even know why we’re decorating this stupid thing. we’re going to be throwing it out by the end of the month.” yoongi grumbles, tossing a handful of fake snow onto the tree a little too aggressively before shoving his hand back into the bag

this sucks

when he woke up this morning you told him that you guys would be spending the entire day decorating the apartment for christmas and his morning wood immediately deflated

in fact he’s pretty sure his penis might’ve shrivelled up and died at your words

it doesn’t make any sense

you’re like.,., 25% demon!

you’re supposed to hate christmas because it’s literally the day of christ, but here you are, wearing what has to be the ugliest sweater he’s ever seen in his entire life (it lights up. what kind of a sweater lights up?!) while happily hanging baubles on this poor tree that should be out in nature and definitely not in this apartment  

“oh, cut it out, you grouch.” you scowl playfully, already fully aware as to why yoongi’s so grumpy today, “decorating is fun! and our presents are going to look so pretty under the tree-”

“y/n?” jungkook pokes his head out from the kitchen and you turn to look at him, “i’m gonna need you to help out with the gingerbread house. construction isn’t going great. there’s frosting everywhere and i ate most of the m&ms. and one of the gingerbread men is missing a head because i got hungry.”

“are you seri- i asked you to do one thing, kook-” you frown, jungkook smiling sheepishly before not so subtly popping an m&m into his mouth, “get back in the kitchen! i’ll join you in a second.”

jungkook pops back into the kitchen and you let out a hopeless little sigh before slowly turning to look at yoongi 

he pauses right as he’s about to sprinkle some more snow onto the branches and narrows his eyes at you, “…why are you looking at me like that?”

“will you finish decorating the tree while i help jungkook?” you turn to look at yoongi before pushing your bottom lip out in a pleading little pout, “please?” 

“what?? no way!” yoongi scowls, immediately dropping the bag of fake snow onto the floor with a thump, “the only reason why i agreed to do this was because it’s more bearable when we do it together- i’m not decorating this tree alone, that’s just pathetic-”

“aw, c’mon-”

“i’ll just wait for you to finish with the gingerbread house and then we’ll continue with the tree-”

“but we have to follow my schedule!” you whine, grabbing your notepad off the couch before pointing at the next thing on your list, “see? 1:00 to 2:00 - decorate the tree. 2:00 to 2:30 - hang the lights out on the balcony- and it’s already 1:30, yoon-”

“for the love of-” yoongi huffs, “okay, fine! fine, i’ll- i’ll decorate the damn tree alone.” yoongi snatches the box of baubles from you but the faintest of smiles twitches at his mouth when you lean in to squish an appreciative kiss to his cheek

the thought of completely burning the tree down while you’re gone briefly flits through his mind but he squashes that thought quickly

he’ll be good for you 

he can behave!

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“don’t eat the gum drops, i’ll be right-” you step out of the kitchen and your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see yoongi floating in mid-air, carefully wrapping the christmas lights around the tree, “yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hurrying over to him before reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his ankle, “yoongi, what the hell are you doing-?!”

“i’m wrapping the damn tree in these lights and we don’t have a ladder-” yoongi wobbles a little when you give him another harsh yank and he glances down to see you looking warily at the kitchen door

heh

you’re... anxious.

he can feel wafting it in the air and it smells so good

maybe he can have a little bit of fun with this…

“so use a chair or something! yoongi, i thought we agreed that if jungkook was here that you wouldn’t do anything non-humany-!” you jump when yoongi suddenly drops the pile of lights into your arms before lying back and folding his arms behind his head

oh god

he’s not going to get down anytime soon

also the only reason why you haven’t told jungkook about the fact that yoongi is most definitely not from this world is because he would pass out from complete and utter petrification

you don’t know how he’s going to be able to handle a spawn of satan when the man is scared of fruit flies!!!!

you’re planning to keep everything a secret until the day you die

(you’re also hoping that the day you pop one of yoongi’s babies out that it doesn’t come out with tiny red horns on its head because you feel like jungkook wouldn’t take that very lightly)

“down. now!” you snap, bending down to set the lights down on the ground so you can go and follow yoongi, “i’m serious, yoongi!” 

“oh, relax.” yoongi sighs, “he’s in the kitchen, we’re in the living room…” you frown disapprovingly when he tilts his head back so that his face is right in front of yours before flashing you a grin, “now, why don’t you wipe that frown off your face and give me a kiss?” he purses his lips obnoxiously and squawks when you shovE your face into his hand

hey!

rude!!

“i’m not going to give you anything until you get down-”

“aw, but decorating the apartment would be so much easier if you just let me do my thing!” yoongi pushes himself all the way up so that he’s next to the ceiling fan, “i can even do some much needed dusting while i’m up here!”

“min yoongi, if you don’t get down right now-” you hop up onto the couch and reach up to grab his foot onLY for yoongi to pull his legs up and cross them, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you sadistic freak-”

“ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me,” yoongi wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling to himself when you start hopping up and down to try to get closer to him, “it turns me on.”

“that means nothing to me because you get turned on by everything-” you grumble, your fingers barely brushing over his ankle as you keep trying to grab him, “like that one time you were watching me eat ice cream-”

“uhhhh, excuse me-” yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “there was white cream dripping down your chin. obviously i got turned on-”

“hey, if you come down now, i promise to do that thing that you said you wanted to do…” you offer, looking up at yoongi with wide eyes before clasping your hands together, “c’mon… isn’t that a good deal?”

yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at you, “nice try, you scammer. i’m not falling for that again-”

your shoulders immediately drop and you watch helplessly as he floats over so that he’s near the kitchen door

you really wished that inheriting some of yoongi’s aura gave you the power to float as well

all it gave you was the ability to sometimes make your eyes go black

suRE your stamina in bed has improved significantly and you can keep your engine running from sunset to sunrise but that’s not as cool as FLOATING in mid-air

“do not.” you shoot yoongi a glare when he makes a motion to open the kitchen door

“what if i…” yoongi grins, pretending to knock against the door, “oh, look at your face! you don’t like that, do you? you poor, helpless little thing...” he coos, rolling over onto his back with a laugh

oh god

you haTE THIS

“you know i-” your heart practically drops out of your ass when the door suddenly swinGs open and jungkook steps out with frosting all over his hands

“okay, i know you said not to touch anything, but one of the walls were starting to droop so i thought i’d reinforce it with a little more frosting, buT i squeezed too hard and the bag exploded-”

you swallow thickly when yoongi lowers himself a little all while maintaining strong eye contact with you, propping his chin up on his palm before the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin

you ball your hands into tight fists when yoongi blinks and his pupils turn into thin red slits

great! now his creepy demon eyes are out!

okay

you know what?

it’s fine

relax!

you know he’s taunting you on purpose but it’s not like he’s actually going to do anything-

“DON’T-!” you jump off the couch when yoongi wiggles his fingers directly above jungkook’s head, a couple tendrils of his hair starting to float upwards

“okay, jeez!” jungkook raises both hands in defence before scoffing lightly, “i said i’d offer to help clean up but since you obviously don’t want my help then maybe you can get yoongi to help-“ jungkook pauses, glancing over by the tree, “hey, where’d he go? i heard his voice like a second before i came out-”

“he’s dead!” you blurt out, jungkook’s eyes widening immediately

(improvisation has never been one of your strong suits)

yoongi lies down on his back before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, all while floating mere inches above jungkook’s head 

“i mean… he’s… dead-finitely in the washroom.” you correct yourself, trying to hide the complete and utter angeR on your face when yoongi peels open one eye before turning his head and blowing a silent kiss at you, “because he… had to pee. like any other normal human being does when their bladder is full.” 

“that was a very... non-human being way to answer a question.” jungkook snorts, “what’s wrong with you?”

“i just... don’t want you to get your grubby frosting hands anywhere!” you clear your throat, letting out a sheepish chuckle before rushing over to jungkook, “why don’t you start cleaning up and i’ll join you in a sec?”

“but my hands are still covered in frosting-”

“uh-huh, sounds good!” you slap your hands down on jungkook’s shoulders before spinning him around and practically shoVing him back into the kitchen

you close the door before looking up so you can grab yoongi by the collar and pull him-  

?

yoongi is… no longer there. 

the christmas lights on the tree flicker before buzzing out 

okay

so he wants to play games, does he?

“yoongi?” you spin around quickly before walking forwards cautiously, carefully inspecting every inch of the room for any sign of your nightmare of a boyfriend

you jump in surprise when a bauble suddenly falls off the tree and bounces on the floor before rolling over to your feet 

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you mumble, bending down to pick it up before gently placing it down on the coffee table 

i’m fucking hilarious, baby. i like to think that’s part of the reason as to why you love me so much. 

“what the-!” you jolt at the sound of yoongi’s voice suddenly echoing in your head 

the last time he was in your head like this was when you summoned him for the first time which was definitely a while ago 

you forgot how weird it was to hear his voice inside your head

“i certainly don’t love you right now, i can say that for sure.” you grumble, “it’s safe to say that i actually hate you right now-” 

you look really sexy when you’re mad at me. why don’t you meet me in the bathroom for a quickie? jungkook will never know. i’ll even cover your mouth with my hand so he won’t hear anything.

you look over quickly when the door to the guest bathroom suddenly creaks open 

ahA 

“yeah, i’ll meet you in the bathroom... to kick your ass-” you storm over, kicking the door open only to see that there’s no one in there, “and then when i’m done kicking your ass, i’m gonna kick your ass again-”

ooh, are we finally experimenting with pain now? i can definitely get into that. i can use your bobby pins as makeshift nipple clamps. 

“you are infuriating!” you snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at the ceiling 

you know that being playful is just part of yoongi’s nature but good GOD 

sometimes you just want to strangle him

and not in the kinky way 

at this point it looks like you’re going to have to pull out what might be the most predictable trick in your book but you’re desperate here

you need to sort this out before jungkook comes out to see you talking to yourself like a crazy person 

yeah, that’s right. keep thinking about how annoying i am and how much that pisses you off. angry sex is super hot. 

“oh yeah?” you stroll towards the middle of the living room, taking your time to do so, “you think so?” 

hell yeah. i want you to be on top, too. i love the view.  

“i’ll do... whatever you want me to do...” you trail off, eyes flickering around the room for any sign of movement, “but if you don’t come out in the next five seconds, it’s just going to be you and your hand for the next five days- oh-!” 

it’s only a second later that you’re suddenly being pummelled into from behind

you definitely would’ve fallen face first onto the floor if it wasn’t for yoongi wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “finally! there you are-” 

“depriving me of sex during the holidays??” yoongi whines, digging his fingers into your waist, “now look who’s being the asshole-”

see??

oldest trick in the book but it still works like a charm :’) 

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