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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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SACRIFICE (EAT ME UP)

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 9.17k

GENRES horror ﹒ smut ﹒ angst ﹒ fluff ig?

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, mentions of murder, descriptions of crime scenes, mentions of blood, mentions of knifes, graphic description of stab wounds, mentions of potential mental illness, THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT CONSTITUTE WARNINGS BUT ?!1?1 I DONT WANT TO SPOIL !1!2!2, Lots of Kissing, mutual masturbation (f! receiving fingering & m! receiving hand job), pillow talk ig, big dick hyunjae 😈, um unprotected sex lol be safe u silly geese, car sex, cowgirl position yeehaw, creampie, this entire fic is just a whole fucking roller coaster i stg it’s gonna haunt me forever

SUMMARY with a serial killer running rampant on campus, everyone around you seems to be dropping like flies. but, hey, at least you have hyunjae to protect you.

MORE omg.. my first written work for tbz 🙀 extra super fun fact; this was originally an idea i had for hyunjin from skz on my other blog that i actually started writing the week before halloween last year (the reason it’s a horror fic), but i never finished and sort of felt like there was no point in continuing it after a while— that is until i stumbled upon the draft a few weeks ago and decided to revamp, edit, and complete it 😋 i kept going back and rereading and then blanking when i wanted to add to it until last night when i said fuck it and drank two cups of coffee to power through the end 🙌 anyways.. here u all go, my baby that i never thought would see the light of day and my first time writing a genuine horror piece <3 also special shoutout to rina my soulmate @tsukidou for beta reading 🫶

PLAYLIST sacrifice (eat me up) — enhypen, awake — the boyz, roar — the boyz, fever — enhypen, fate — enhypen, taste — stray kids, wake up — ateez, white noise — pvris, heaven — pvris

“Alright, that’s all for today’s lecture. If this was your last of the day, make sure to find someone to go home with and remember the curfew rules!” Your English professor says, concluding the class.

The students around you rush to pack up their things and get off of campus as soon as possible. You don’t seem to be in a hurry, though, taking your time to put away your notebook and laptop. Your roommates were still in their music production class, so you didn’t want to go home alone, deciding to wait until they were done.

“Y/N, don’t you wanna get home?” Professor Park asks, her voice echoing in the now empty lecture hall. She throws the strap of her bag over her shoulder and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“I do, but I have to wait for my roommates. They’re in a class right now and I’d rather not go by myself.” You let out an awkward laugh. She nods at your reasoning, giving you a small smile for comfort.

“Okay, you be careful! I’ll see you on Thursday.”

You raise your hand in a silent salutation, watching as she exits the room, leaving you completely alone. Though a public space, in a public building, the fact that there’s no one else nearby leaves you utterly unsettled. Your stomach churns with a twinge of fear and you start to feel a bit claustrophobic despite being in such a spacious area, so you choose this point to hurriedly collect your belongings and get the hell out of there.

The past couple of months have been in this weird state of limbo. You don’t recall exactly when the killings started, but once the police noticed a pattern, everyone knew sooner or later that the presence of a serial murderer would be announced on the local news. Your town enforced a citywide curfew to protect its citizens, but mostly the students at your university.

Every single one of the killer’s victims were university students. You were friends with a bunch of guys and while it was nice having big strong men surrounding you, you knew that could hardly do anything to quell the lingering anxiety you’ve felt ever since the spree began.

The police seemed to be having trouble coming up with any possible suspects, or even gaining any leads, thanks to the killer’s unusual victimology and the cool down time between murders always varying. If the people in charge of protecting you couldn’t do that, how were you supposed to feel safe?

In an attempt to get to the building where Jacob, Kevin, and Eric were as fast as you could, you speed walk out of the lecture hall, accidentally bumping into someone. You bow at a nearly ninety-degree angle and hurl out apology after apology following the collision, not trying to make any enemies in this day and time.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” The stranger spits, waiting for you to glance up at him to give you a nasty glare. He looks like the kind of guy who thought he was all that, despite peaking in high school. You feel your bottom lip quiver and you avoid eye contact.

“I—”

“Woah, dude, chill the fuck out. It was an accident, I’m sure she didn’t— wait, N/N, is that you? Hey it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

There’s a familiar voice in your ears and a hand under your chin, forcing you to stand upright. Whoever you bumped into walks away with a scoff. You meet eyes with Lee Hyunjae, one of your dearest friends. He recognizes that hint of panic in your features and he frowns.

“I’m so sorry, Jae, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going—” Your breath is caught in your throat and you fumble over your words.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” he keeps a hold on your biceps. “It’s alright, I promise. He’s gone. What’s wrong?”

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling pathetic for causing such a scene for no apparent reason. Hyunjae guides you through your breathing, his focus trained on you the whole time. He always made you feel so comfortable.

“With everything that’s been going on, I’m just so paranoid and afraid of being alone. I wanted to go to the music department building and wait for the boys.” You finally explain once you’ve calmed down and the rise of your chest is even.

“How about this? I’ll take you home so you don’t have to stay on campus any longer.” He suggests, bringing up a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. You nod slowly, gathering your bearings.

Hyunjae leads you to his car that’s parked in the lot closest to the building you were just in and the two of you make your way to your apartment. You’d been friends with your roommates for years now, meeting in eighth grade. You had just moved schools and happened to be put into a class with Eric Sohn, the most rambunctious boy you’d ever met. He thought you seemed really sweet upon first impression and decided to befriend you, introducing you to all of his friends in turn.

Aside from Eric, there was Sangyeon, Jacob, Younghoon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Kevin, Changmin, Chanhee, Haknyeon, and Sunwoo. While it was a little overwhelming, it was nice going from zero friends to eleven in the span of just a couple days. You were pretty close to all of them, but you and Hyunjae initially hit it off the best. You understood each other on a different level than everyone else and to this day, you still don't know the exact reason why.

Towards the end of high school, your friendship with Hyunjae transformed into something that wasn’t purely platonic. You weren’t entirely sure when it started to change, but your feelings for him grew exponentially. You tried to keep them to yourself, hidden from the world to preserve your fragile teenage heart. Though you’d already been friends with them a few years at that point, you still had that inkling of dread in the pit of your stomach that one day they’d choose to stop talking to you. You especially didn’t want a silly crush to be the cause of that.

After a while, however, the lines began to blur together anyway and everyone could tell you felt for him romantically. Once, Eric had made a comment about it being so painfully obvious that Hyunjae was just as into you and it nearly shook your whole world.

When college time rolled around, you all knew you’d be attending the same university, so picking roommates was a bit of a tricky situation. You chose yours solely based on the fact that you were majoring in similar things, so it’d be easy to fit schedules together. (You also couldn’t handle being roommates with Hyunjae; it’d be too much for your heart.) Hyunjae lived with Juyeon, Changmin, and Sunwoo, while Sangyeon, Younghoon, Chanhee, and Haknyeon lived together.

Hyunjae parks in a spot near the stairs that lead to your unit. The car is still running when you unbuckle your seatbelt and you stare at the steps blankly. Though the close proximity with him has your pulse racing, you want nothing more than some company until your roommates get home. You turn to him shyly, balling up a fistful of your sweater.

“Jae, do you— do you think you could stay with me for a bit before the boys come back? I don’t— I really don’t wanna be alone right now.”

The look he gives you is full of adoration, like you personally put the stars in the sky. He smiles softly and nods, reaching across the center console to place a comforting hand on top of yours. The two of you keep them intertwined as you go inside your apartment, locking all the locks carefully before sitting on your couch.

You don’t make a comment about him not letting go despite already being in the safety of your home. You don’t say anything about him pulling you into his side either, mostly because you want him to.

With all that’s been happening recently, you’ve felt so hollow. There was this indescribable emptiness expanding in you and even though you so desperately wanted to chalk it up to something else, you knew it was due to the fact that there was growing anxiety that you could be next, that any of your friends could be next. You were starting to move like you were in a simulation, doing everything in your daily routine without a single emotion. Sure, you’d laugh when Eric made a stupid joke but that’s about the most anyone could get from you aside from the occasional panic attack.

Hyunjae being here and holding you is exactly what you needed to feel some semblance of warmth again.

There’s a soft knock on your bedroom door around eight that same night, waking you from your slumber. You don’t remember falling asleep or being moved to your bed, so you’re not too sure when Hyunjae left. You rub the sleep from your eyes as you get up to open your door.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you, but we got some takeout if you’re hungry.” Jacob says with an apologetic smile, leaning on the door frame.

You give him a bleary look as you nod, following him into the dining room where your other two roommates were sitting at the table. Eric greets you through a full mouth. A small laugh escapes you when you sit across from him, Kevin adjacent to your seat. The sound of the TV in the living room plays as background noise as the four of you eat.

“So when’d you get home? I thought you were gonna wait for us.” Kevin asks.

“I was, but then I ran into Hyunjae when I was on my way to your building and he offered to bring me home,” you shrug, taking some tteokbokki with your chopsticks. “It was a whole thing, please don’t ask.”

Eric hums to himself, a mischievous grin on his face as he takes a sip of his cola. “Interesting. And you say he’s not into you…”

Heat blooms over your cheeks and you accidentally drop your chopsticks on your plate, their clacking against the ceramic garnering your roommates’ attention. Eric Sohn was now number one on your hit list. Kevin elbows him in the side and tells him to be quiet, despite the tiny upwards curve of his lips.

“If he cares about you as much as he seems like he does, he wouldn’t have left you here alone after you fell asleep,” Jacob mutters, looking at you from his peripherals. “What was the point of escorting you home if—”

“Jacob shut the fuck up,” Eric suddenly blurts, the three of you stare at him as he clambers over to the living room, turning up the volume on the TV. “Look!”

You turn in your chair, your stomach churning at the news report unfolding before you.

“We’re live just outside SNU, where another victim has been found. The body hasn’t been identified yet, but from what we do know, he was a student that attended the school,” the female reporter says into the microphone she’s holding, a glazed over expression in her eyes. “Crime Scene Investigators believe he was murdered at around six this evening, and was assumed to have been making his way home from campus. Updates are expected to come later tonight once we have more information.”

You know that far away, checked out gaze she had all too well. She’s reported on the killings for a while now, no doubt numb to the way things were at this point.

Your appetite spoils immediately and you excuse yourself from the table, making your way back to your room. You sit on your bed and bring your knees to your chest, taking a deep breath in, then covering your mouth when you breathe out to muffle the sob that follows. It was becoming too overwhelming for you and there was nothing you could do about it besides sit back and watch.

It was understandable for anyone in your situation to feel hopeless, how could they not? With someone terrorizing the city in an unpredictable manner, there was no sense of normalcy in anyone’s life. You shudder when you finally bring yourself to stop crying, digging your nails into the fat of your calves.

Through the walls, you can hear the boys talking, voices solemn.

“Why’d you have to put the TV louder, dumbass?”

“Sorry, I just like being up to date on the case, you know? I want to be prepared. What if I need to learn clone jutsu to take out the guy?”

“Eric, you’re such a clown, oh my god.”

“I get that you’re interested and all, but you have to be mindful of Y/N. You know how much this has affected her both emotionally and physically, she doesn’t need the constant reminder that it’s happening. And I’d appreciate if you apologized for telling me to ‘shut the fuck up’.”

There’s a snort in between.

“My bad, I didn’t mean to be rude about it. But while we’re on the topic, I think we both need to admit our mistakes. What you said about Hyunjae to her wasn’t cool either. I know we’re all friends, but it just came across too—”

“It was really snappy, Jacob. And a bit petty.”

“Yeah! What Kevin said.”

“I— you’re right. I just don’t want her getting hurt, in more ways than one.”

You don’t hear much else from the trio and sigh heavily, dragging your hands down your face and wiping your eyes with the heels of your palms. You grab your phone from your nightstand and hesitantly search for Hyunjae’s contact, the line ringing a couple times before he answers.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? Did something happen?”

“N-no, I’m fine. I was just— I wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay,” you mess with your bottom lip. “I heard there was another victim and I didn’t know when you left the apartment, so I just— uh— I just needed to know that you were safe. I called to see if you’d answer.”

You squeeze your eyes shut out of embarrassment, even if he can’t exactly see you. The stuttering was enough to make you go into hiding for the rest of your life if this serial killer didn’t.

“Oh,” you can hear the slight chuckle in his response from the way his breath hits the speaker. “It means a lot that you’d do that, N/N. Really, I appreciate you so much.”

Your lip finds itself between your teeth and your heart is pounding unbearably fast, you think you might be having a heart attack. You bring a hand up to clutch at your chest as a fuzzy feeling courses through your whole being.

Now you were scared for an entirely different reason.

(The main one occupies your mind again later that night when you scroll through your Twitter feed, only to find out the most recent victim was the guy you accidentally bumped into. You feel like some sick version of a guardian angel was looking after you. It makes it hard to fall asleep after that.)

A couple days passed and you found yourself thinking about Lee Hyunjae more than usual.

Not to say that you didn’t already think about him at least once a day, but now it was worse. When you woke up, you wondered if he was still asleep. While you drank your morning coffee, you wondered if it’d taste sweeter had he made it for you. When you had lunch, you wondered if he’d like the spam musubi you made yourself. When you attended your other classes, you wondered which courses he was struggling with this semester.

As you were walking out of your English class, you recalled running into him. Had he not been there, you might’ve driven yourself insane trying to rush over to the music building while diffusing the issue with that stranger.

When you first began to harbor feelings for him, you assumed it would become nothing more than a silly schoolgirl crush. He was attractive and kind to you, but that was just the bare minimum— you thought you’d grow out of it. However, as time went on, what you thought was just puppy love had blossomed into something stronger. It was a force to be reckoned with.

Of course, all of that had been tossed on the back burner with everything that’s going on. Recently you’ve been too afraid for your own safety and well-being to over analyze your interactions with Hyunjae, but now you’re back to square one.

All because he’d done something nice for you.

God, the bar was so low. Was it really too much to ask for someone who was decent? Someone who wasn’t a serial killer?

You were on your way to the music building to wait for Jacob, Kevin, and Eric once again, when you see Hyunjae coming down the hall. He’s on his phone, not paying any mind to his surroundings. You’re about to call out to him when someone stops you, tugging on the sleeve of your sweater gently.

“Hey, Y/N right?” The tall boy asks, a charming smile on his face.

“Uh— yeah,” you nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Y-you are?”

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I must seem like a total weirdo,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m Mingyu! We have English together.”

“Oh, you’re Mingyu? Professor Park told me about you before class today,” you give him a small comforting smile. “I don’t mind helping you!”

“Ah, that’s great to hear. I was a bit worried you’d be more annoyed about having to tutor someone so late in the semester.” Though he’s much taller than you and approached you first, Mingyu comes across as a little shy in nature. It puts you at ease in a way.

“No, not at all! English isn’t always the easiest, I get that. I wanna help as much as I can before finals. Look,” you pause, pulling your backpack off one shoulder to rip out a sheet of paper. “I’ll give you my number so we can arrange meet up dates! I’d prefer if we met at the library if that’s okay with you?”

Mingyu grins and sports a thumbs up in agreement. “That sounds perfect. Thank you so much, Y/N!”

You scribble your phone number onto the paper and hand it to him before parting ways. With the off guard conversation, you nearly forgot about Hyunjae, who was nowhere to be seen now. You feel your lips droop into a frown, since you were hoping you could talk with him for a second.

As you’re walking across the quad to the music building, a wind chill blows past you, making you wrap your arms around yourself. It was mid November and for some stupid reason, you were only wearing a small cardigan.

When you squint up at the sky, you also realize it’s more overcast than anything. There’s an angry grey cloud right above you and you curse yourself for not having an umbrella or a raincoat. You should've been more prepared, especially because of the inconsistent weather this time of year.

Suddenly, the sky is blocked from your view and you furrow your brows, spinning around. Hyunjae stares back at you with a smile ten times warmer than the frigid air surrounding you and a thicker jacket in one hand. The other holds up an umbrella just as tiny droplets begin to fall from above.

His timing couldn’t have been better.

“Heading to the music building?” He asks, skillfully placing the coat on your shoulders.

“Mhm… was gonna wait for the boys.” You respond, a little awestruck by how gorgeous he was. Especially up close. Your eyes fixate on the freckle on his nose rather than his own. He hums, keeping an arm around your shoulders as he leads you in a different direction.

“I can take you home again,” he glances down at you. “I don’t mind one bit.”

“O-okay!”

During the car ride to your apartment, you send a quick text to your roommates about not waiting up. You were happy that your relationship with Hyunjae was evolving. The past couple semesters had been rough, and you hadn’t seen him or any of the other guys nearly as much as Jacob, Kevin, and Eric. (And that was only because you lived with them.)

You toss your keys on to the mini table beside the front door, taking off your shoes with a small groan. The boots were cute, but not very comfortable. Hyunjae follows suit, his sock clad feet shuffling against the floor to sit on the couch.

After switching on the TV, you find a random Hallmark Christmas movie to play in the background, knowing full well that his presence beside you was too distracting. The brunette turns to face you, placing a hand on your thigh gently to get your attention.

“So, who was the dude you were talking to earlier?”

You blink at his question. So he saw you after all. Was he perhaps jealous? The idea shouldn’t make you giddy, but it does. “My professor asked me to tutor him ‘cause he’s struggling with English. Why?”

“Just curious. He seemed a little touchy.” Hyunjae plays with the hem of your sweater.

“O-oh. It’s fine, he wasn’t a random perv, if that’s what you were wondering.”

He scoots a little closer to you, tucking some hair behind your ear. You feel your face flush impossibly hotter. Your heart is racing and your breath is caught in your throat. His body heat radiates off of him with the new proximity.

“Good. It drives me crazy seeing other guys put their hands on you.” He admits bluntly, his hand resting at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder.

You know you look insane, your chest heaving up and down and your eyes widened a little. Like a baby deer caught by a predator. Who knew sweet sweet Hyunjae had a rather risqué side to him? You swallow thickly, not daring to move an inch. His thumb caresses your skin gently, goosebumps littering in its wake.

“Hyunjae…” You breathe, lips parting as you finally make eye contact with him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.”

You want to scream into the cushion behind you, your hands clamming up. Hyunjae looks like he could swallow you whole if he wanted to, his bottom lip between his teeth as he leans in a bit more. This moment was something straight out of one of your darkest fantasies. You never thought this would ever happen, that either of you would ever actually make a move on the other.

The sound of the front door unlocking catches both of your attention. Hyunjae pulls away from you faster than your brain can comprehend what exactly just occurred. Jacob is the first to walk in, laughing at something Eric said. The three males pause when they see you’re not alone.

The greetings are quick, Hyunjae dapping up the boys as if nothing. He’s also quick to say goodbye, ensuring them that he’ll make sure you’re safe when they’re not around. He gives you that smile of his, the one where his eyes form crescents, and then he’s gone.

You don’t know how much more of this you could take.

“So, Y/N…” Eric starts in the middle of dinner, side eyeing you as he shovels rice into his mouth. “You and Hyunjae have been together an awful lot lately.”

Kevin snorts, kicking the blonde under the table. You suppose it was going to come up eventually. This ‘Will They, Won’t They’ back and forth shit was starting to tire you out. You weren’t getting any younger. Time was passing you up the longer you waited to just say something. And with all that’s been going on, it was silly to be afraid of admitting your feelings.

“He’s being a good friend, Eric,” Jacob sighs, reaching across to flick him on the forehead. “It’s actually really nice that he watches over Y/N when we’re gone.”

Eric grimaces, rubbing the spot that Jacob assaulted. You frown a bit when you realize that he had a point. Hyunjae was treating you like a child that had to be tended to, babysitting you like you weren’t capable of holding your own. Granted, both times he’s come over, you asked him to. So you couldn’t really blame him for assuming you wanted him around to protect you.

“Do y’all think Hyunjae actually likes me? In a non-platonic way?”

Kevin’s spoon clatters onto the floor and they all pause their banter to look at you. Every time your feelings for Hyunjae were brought up, you chose to ignore them and switch the subject. You can’t keep running away.

“Uh— yeah. Duh. Of course he does. I don’t know anyone else who would go out of their way to stay with someone they saw as just a friend multiple times a week so she felt safe.” Kevin finally answers after a moment.

“Okay.” You settle on, taking a sip of your water.

“What do you mean ‘okay’?” He raises an eyebrow at you, but you just shrug.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

As you’re washing the dishes after dinner, you hear the news broadcast over the faucet. Another victim had just been found behind the campus library. The camera shows the scene behind the reporter, something that would’ve made you queasy a couple days ago, but now you feel nothing— just a dull ache in your chest. It’s messy, almost like the killer was in a hurry to get it over with.

The body is covered with a black tarp, paramedics wheeling it away in the corner of the screen. The reporter still wears that dissociated expression on her face as she goes over the details of this victim. She explains that because the murder was done so haphazardly, they were able to identify the body easily.

Twenty three year old Kim Mingyu, Sports Med Major.

The rest of the news report sounds like static in your ears as you scrub away at the dishes mindlessly. Your fingers have pruned and the water was burning the backs of your hands, but you don’t feel it, too checked out to care. It seemed like the killings were getting closer and closer to you. Part of you thought you’d be next every single time.

You had to tell Hyunjae how you felt. It was now or never.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s waiting outside of your apartment complex, leaning against his car. You take careful steps down the stairs, nearly fainting at the sight of him in a hoodie and grey sweatpants. He runs around the car to open the passenger door for you, only shutting it when you’re all buckled up. It’s not long after that he revs the engine and drives off to nowhere in particular, just like you requested. (Curfew ignored.)

It’s silent at first, save for the low hum of his music, R&B that resonates somewhere within your soul. You can’t help but steal a glance from your peripheral, fisting your sweatshirt when you see how concentrated he looks while driving. He has his right hand resting on the gear shift, the other gripping the wheel. You could’ve had this view all to yourself so long ago had you just spoken up.

“Hyunjae,” your voice is wobbly, but you steel yourself to continue. “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do you think— uh— do you think you could pull over?” If you were going to confess, you wanted him to look at you. Besides, the drive was starting to make you jittery.

He nods and goes a bit further, before pulling into an empty lot. He shifts into park, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn his body towards you, giving you his undivided attention. You mirror him, tightening your hold on your sweater when he wets his lips, smiling at you. “Is this what you called me for?”

“Yeah, actually,” you force yourself to keep eye contact, pushing the lump back down your throat. “I’ve wanted to tell you this for years now, if I’m being honest with both of us.”

He chuckles, much like he did the other night over the phone. It drives you just a little crazy. “I’m listening.”

“I— I don’t know how to word this properly…” You wipe your palms on your legs. Come on, Y/N, spit it out already. “Fuck, okay, I like you Hyunjae. Like, really like you. In the way that I sometimes wish you would kiss me until I can’t breathe. I’ve been so afraid of admitting that to myself, but I’ve realized that life is way too short to dwell over the fear of rejection. But please, tell me you feel the same.”

He stares at you with an indecipherable look in his eyes. You feel like throwing up now, you stomach twisting and churning at the thought that you just ruined everything between you. There was no going back after this. He knew.

It’s as if months have passed by in utter silence with Hyunjae just sitting there, no words coming out of his mouth, until finally, he just leans across the center console, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. His vision is trained on your lips, his face close enough that his lashes flutter against your skin. God, he was even more gorgeous from this distance.

Instead of saying anything, he presses his lips to yours, a sweet but desperate kiss that melts away all the worries tucked into your head. They feel so soft on your own, molding together in near perfect timing. It’s like you’d been living for a year without rain and this kiss was the shower that saved you from a drought. It’s all you’ve ever wanted and needed and more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he breathes when he pulls away slightly. “The real thing is so much better than I imagined it would be.”

For once, time slows down in this moment, almost like the world stopped spinning on its axis. Everything slips from your mind and it’s just you and Hyunjae, here in his car in the middle of an empty parking lot. Nothing else matters. You smile at his confession, a genuine smile that was spurred on by contentment rather than force. You felt light and airy, no longer weighed down by such a trivial problem.

“I think I have an idea,” you giggle, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his face. “I’m not too sure, though, I could be wrong. Could you do that again to help jog my memory?”

Hyunjae laughs, (it’s the most melodic sound you’ve ever heard) but doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. You reciprocate his passion, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. He sighs into the kiss, pulling you on top of him. Your legs straddle his lap as best as they can and he reaches down to recline his seat, scooting it as far as it can go from the wheel. The thin material of your fleece shorts hardly hide the feeling of him under you, a low moan pushing into his mouth.

He nips at your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth gently before peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking along the exposed skin from your sweatshirt. You whine, throwing your head back as his tongue soothes over the bruising area. His hands slide under your top, rubbing up and down your sides before moving them down to your thighs, repeating the action.

“You’re so gorgeous on top of me like this, Y/N.” Hyunjae says, just above a whisper like someone else might hear this intimate conversation. He grips your hips and bucks upwards to grind into your clothed core. Your eyes widen and you involuntarily moan at the sensation. This wasn’t what you were expecting when you planned to confess, but you didn’t hate the outcome. He grins at your response, reconnecting your mouths sloppily.

If you were given the choice, you were wholeheartedly satisfied with just this. You would’ve been plenty okay with just making out. Had you been asked years ago that you’d even get this far, you would’ve snorted in your own face, so why should you be greedy and want more than what you had? (That’s not to say that you didn’t.)

“H-Hyunjae,” you stutter, your brain foggy from all of the kissing you just did. “Do you…?”

You trail off, not sure how to word your question. You didn’t want to come off like a sex crazed maniac, but you didn’t want to come off like an amateur virgin either. Truth of the matter is, you were neither, but it had been a while since you indulged yourself in something of this sort. And this time it would be with Hyunjae, the one person you never thought you’d do this with. You were nervous.

All you wanted was to be entwined with him in more ways than one. You wanted all of him— the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful, the sick, the healthy. He could do no wrong on your eyes and you wanted to show him that.

“Do I…?” Hyunjae trails off, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you want to make love… with me?” This had to be the single most mortifying moment of your life. You cover your face in humiliation, shying away from him when he sits up on his elbows.

“What kind of question is that?” He asks with a chuckle, prying your hands from your face so he could look you in the eyes. “If I could make love to you every hour of the day, for seven days a week, I would. I want you all the time, Y/N. Earlier today, before we got interrupted, I wanted to do unimaginable things to you.”

You hide yourself in the crook of his neck, your skin flushing hotter. Weren't you wearing too many layers? The car was starting to feel stuffy. Hyunjae’s chest rumbles with laughter beneath you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. This is probably the gentlest he’d be with you all night, because from what you could infer, he was a manhandler.

“Take care of me,” you breathe, mouth brushing against his pulse point. “Please.”

Hyunjae stops holding himself back. He’d do whatever you asked of him, only hoping you’d be tied to him in every lifetime, just like this one. He kisses you again with an unrivaled fervor, slipping his hands inside your sweatshirt and touching you everywhere physically possible. They’re warm on your skin, palming your breasts over the flimsy fabric of your bralette.

He helps you get rid of your top and shorts, leaving you in just undergarments. The sight of you barely clothed sends him into a frenzy, especially knowing it’s for his eyes only. You aid Hyunjae in pulling off his hoodie and yanking his sweatpants down his long legs. The minute most of your restrictions are gone, Hyunjae brings you closer to him. He hisses at the contact, the warmth of your cunt through your panties putting him under a spell.

You whimper when his touch travels down your front, sneaking into the waistband of your underwear. The pads of his middle and ring fingers apply the lightest amount of pressure onto your clit the second he finds it, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your nails on one hand dig into his shoulder while the other trails down his abdomen, rubbing up and down his length through his boxer briefs.

Hyunjae groans into your kiss and you gasp for air as you tear from him, resting your forehead on his to watch as you get each other off through your clothes. If earlier was something taken from one of your wet dreams, what did this constitute as? You clench around nothing when he pushes up into you, your wrists clashing. Knowing he was just as down bad for you as you were for him just made this all that much more real.

“I need to feel you around me,” he mumbles in your ear, dipping his fingers in and out of you languidly as if to explain what he meant. “Let me stretch you out.”

You nod in response, fumbling with his briefs. Hyunjae lifts his hips enough for you to help him out of them. You groan when he reveals his impressive size, wondering how exactly he expected you to take him. He pushes your panties to the side, mimicking the sound you just made when he sees your bare pussy drooling for him. You eventually get frustrated and line him up with your hole, sinking down in one fluid motion. A voluminous moan escapes from the back of your throat, his dick throbbing achingly inside of you. At first you stay still like that, your pelvises touching as you adjust to his length and girth.

“H-holy shit— you’re s-so deep, Jae,” you cry, resting your forehead against his yet again. He pecks your lips, holding onto your hips to help you bounce on his cock, practically impaling you every single time.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl,” Hyunjae grunts, the warmth of your walls drawing him in even further. “So tight, too.”

Your thighs begin to burn and your movements become slower, which he takes note of instantaneously. He bends his knees and forces your upper half impossibly closer to him, thrusting up into you. This new angle allows him to find that one spongy spot that has you seeing stars, fogging up your brain and even your vision.

You cast a downward glance at the minimal space between where the two of you are connected. Your moans and whines grow louder with the view of every thrust of his hips into yours. Hyunjae sneaks his hand in the middle of you, his fingers expertly toying with your clit. Any more stimulation and the band in your stomach is snapping.

You’ve had sex before. You’ve slept with a handful of other guys in the past, but nothing could ever compare to this moment. Your cunt had already memorized his size and every vein, effectively ruining the chances of any other man doing this with you. Lee Hyunjae had you in a chokehold whether he realized it or not. He had you wrapped around his finger without really trying, but you could never complain.

Your walls squeeze his cock and he knows he won’t last much longer, shutting his eyes tightly. “C’mon baby, you gonna cum for me?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, your skin flush on his own. “Wanna cum so bad for you, Hyunjae.”

“Yeah? Me too, sweetheart,” he pants, the thumb on your hip pressing against the bone. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” you babble. “Please, please. I want you to cum inside me, Hyunjae.”

He kisses you softly just then, swallowing your pretty moans with something completely opposite of what he’s already given you, and that’s what sends you spiraling, fluttering around him. He groans, spilling into you and letting you milk him dry of everything he has to offer, painting your insides just like you asked him to.

You lay like that for a while, Hyunjae’s dick still buried in you to the hilt. Both of you attempt to catch your breaths and bring yourselves down from the well-anticipated euphoric state you just visited. You giggle at the condensation coating the windows of his car, extending your arm to draw a heart and a smiley face with your finger. He slowly pulls himself out, hissing at the sensitivity, but doesn’t make a move to get you off of his chest.

Where do you go from here? A line had just been crossed and you weren’t entirely sure you knew what he wanted from you. It’s one thing to imagine kissing and fucking someone extensively. But it was another to actually want a tangible, romantic relationship from them, to actually capacitate feelings for them.

“I love you,”

You jolt up and stare at him with widened eyes. Did those words really just come out of his mouth? As if he can read your mind, he nods. There’s a dragged out sigh, followed by him sitting up slightly with you perched on his lap.

“I really do, Y/N. I’ve felt this way for years and I’m willing to do anything for you.” He admits, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. You kiss him gently, the pad of your thumb swiping across his cheekbone.

“I love you, too.”

The Saturday after your night in Hyunjae’s car brought everything into perspective for you.

You hadn’t spoken to him since he dropped you off at your apartment and it was beginning to worry you. Even though you made sure he reciprocated your emotions, there still could’ve been a misunderstanding. Had you been too forward? Did you scare him away? Did something happen to him? Whatever the explanation was, you didn’t like the eerie feeling it started brewing in your stomach— it was foreboding.

In spite of not talking to them at all in what seemed to be a month or so, you tried calling each of your mutual friends to see if you could get some answers. Not even his roommates picked up their phones and this made you much more uneasy. You pace back and forth in your living room, nicking at your bottom lip with your nails. Why did he choose now of all times to ghost you? What went wrong?

Kevin comes out of his bedroom a couple minutes later, expecting to grab his morning coffee as usual. When he finds you nearly on the brink of insanity instead, he decides to intervene. He supposed his caffeine could wait until his best friend was calmed down. You jump in surprise, holding a fist to your chest. He raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, my bad. What’s up? Why do you look like you’re going through a quarter life crisis?” Kevin asks you, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Is everything okay?”

“I—“ you pause and take a deep breath. “I don’t know…”

His eyebrows furrow and he guides you to the sofa so you could sit down. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?”

“Hyunjae hasn’t talked to me since Thursday night, after he brought me back here,” your voice is hoarser than you’d like it to be. “I-I texted and called him a bunch but he hasn’t replied. I even— I even tried Juyo, Sunwoo, and Changmin. No luck with them either. I’m concerned, Kev.”

Kevin combs through his hair, pursing his lips in thought. “Yeah, okay, I would be too. It's a little weird that none of them are responding. Have you thought of just showing up at his place to check in on him?”

You shake your head. “No, I didn’t want him to think I’m clingy and annoying in case he was there. What if he just wants to get me off of his back and he’s telling them to ignore me?”

“I don’t think that’s the case at all, Y/N,” your friend sighs, putting his glasses on top of his head and running a hand down his face. “Hyunjae has never been that kind of person in all the years we’ve known him. I highly doubt he’d switch up now. Plus, he’s literally crazy about you. I’m pretty sure the guy would move heaven and earth for you if he could. I think there’s a very real and genuine possibility that something is seriously wrong. It’s like— it’s just a gut feeling, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” If Kevin felt this way, too, that would only mean one thing, right? You had to get to the bottom of this. There was a chance that lives depended on it. A quick roll of your neck and you’re standing. “I’m gonna go over there. I can’t leave things unanswered. I can’t wait for a fucking news report.”

The ravenette pats the top of your head. “Be careful, N/N. Please.”

You give him a nod before you’re slipping into your shoes and grabbing his car keys. You’re not exactly dressed for a confrontation if there is one— clad in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized sweatshirt with your university’s crest on it, and socks with sandals— but you were too preoccupied to care.

The drive itself was mentally taxing, your brain dissociating most of the ride. You’re not sure how many of the lights you passed were actually green. The closer you got to Hyunjae’s apartment, the more that trepidation settling in your lower abdomen grew. Throughout your life, you’d never been the type of person who acted on instinct or had a nagging voice in the rear of your head warning you about situations you got into. You usually went with the flow and if you made a mistake, you allowed yourself to learn from it.

However, that was prior to being thrown into a period of uncertainty like this one. Now, all you could do was act on instinct. All you could do was listen to the stupid nagging voice in the rear of your head yelling at you. All you could do was follow the blaring alarms and caution signs in your field of vision. And this time they were almost deafening.

Kevin’s car rolls to a stop outside of Hyunjae’s building, occupying an empty spot three away from the front of the stairs. Your pulse races when you step out of the vehicle and immediately recognize the cars in the spaces beside yours. Hyunjae’s, Juyeon’s, and Changmin’s. You notice a thin layer of dirt caking Juyeon and Changmin’s, as if they’d remained unmoved for a long time. Perturbed wasn’t a big enough word to describe what was going through your mind.

Half of you was terrified to take a step towards the stairs, let alone ascend them to Hyunjae’s floor. What would go down when you reached his apartment? What would happen the moment that door opened?

You ball your hands into fists, the edges of your nails jabbing the skin of your palms. The pain steels you enough to move forward, walking up the stairs slowly. There’s a chill tiptoeing along your spine the whole trip up, like your body knew what you were getting yourself into before you did. Maybe you were stupid. Only an idiot would lead themselves blindly into a scenario without knowing the outcome.

It’s been minutes of you staring at the slightly rusted numbers on Hyunjae’s door before you register that you’re standing in front of it. If you're being honest, you have no idea what you’re doing. You were acting on autopilot— progressing without a thought of what’s coming next. A shuddered breath leaves your lips and you raise your knuckles to the door.

The first knock is too soft to hear if the inhabitants were in their bedrooms, so you apply more force the second time. The sound reverberates through the hall, a wince appearing on your features. If someone was inside, surely they had to have heard that one. You wait a little longer for the door to swing open and reveal one of your friends looking perfectly fine. For Juyeon to showcase that grin of his that reaches his eyes and ask what you were doing here. For Changmin to give you that sweet smile that puffed up his cheeks and ask what you needed. For Sunwoo to blow a raspberry before he laughed at how silly you were for stressing over them. For Hyunjae to reassure you that it was all going to be okay, that he loved you. You were praying for that.

But no one showed up on the other end of that doorway and you were stuck glaring at that same painted board of wood.

That’s what sends your instincts into overdrive. Your hand grabs the knob, twisting it just in case. It makes a full rotation, pushing open the door the tiniest bit. You peek inside carefully and find all the lights in the living room and kitchen off. Your teeth bite down on your lip as you enter the apartment. One of the things you hated about it, was the annoying buzz of the fluorescent lights in their bathroom. And for some reason, that was all that infiltrated your ears.

The door for said bathroom was cracked just a tad at the end of the hallway, but what caught your attention was the room closest to you— also cracked the most miniscule amount. You see light filtering through, an almost orange glow like that of a desk lamp. Your stupidity would be your downfall, you conclude, your feet gravitating to the room. It’s Hyunjae’s you recall when you’re outside of it. They always say curiosity killed the cat, and you couldn’t help but revert to a feline and nudge it open with your foot.

You really wished that saying was just that— a saying.

Eric sits ahead of you, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. There’s a piece of fabric gagging his mouth and his clothes are tattered, blood staining nearly every inch. A long gash runs along his left bicep and a myriad of smaller cuts litter his face and arms. What your focus lands on first are the several deep stab wounds on his thighs.

A hand comes up to cup your mouth to keep yourself from screaming at the sight of your best friend in this position. He struggles against his restraints, muffled cries for your assistance shattering your heart into a thousand pieces like broken shards of glass. Tear streaks mixed with dried blood cover the apples of his cheeks.

“Oh my god, Eric,” your voice wobbles as you scramble to free him. “Oh my god…”

You pull down the fabric in his mouth first and he gasps for air. His eyes widen at something behind you and he warns, “Y/N—!” before he’s interrupted by your yelp. The person pressed into your back has their arm around your neck with a hold tight enough that you can’t escape, but loose enough that you can breathe, the blunt edge of a knife grazing the column of your throat.

“Tsk tsk, Youngjae. You should know that making so much noise when your killer’s not in the room just alerts them of suspicious activity. That’s survival 101, my friend. Isn’t that right, sweet sweet Y/N?”

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

This wasn’t happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

“Please, let her go, Hyunjae.” Eric begs. Hyunjae hums, nuzzling his nose in your hair. He rolls his eyes and scoffs after inhaling your scent, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“God, you’re a mouthy one. Not even Juyeon and Sunwoo were this chatty when I slit their throats— then again, it's not like they could talk much anyway.” He snorts.

You felt sick. You were lightheaded now, just at the thought of your friends gone. “W-why are you doing this?”

Hyunjae grumbles, pouting his lips. “Time for me to unravel my evil villain monologue, huh?” He slips a hand under your sweatshirt and pinches the side of your waist. “Well here it is; what you’re dying to know. The first incident was by complete accident, we were simply having a discussion about why he shouldn’t have been staring at your ass while his girlfriend was next to him at Jeong Jaehyun’s end of summer bonfire. The dude got pissed off that I called him out and tried to start a fight, but I shoved him so hard, he fell and hit his head on a rock. I just couldn’t find it in myself to feel bad about it so I left him there like nothing. From then on, anyone who came between us or remotely hurt you in any way wound up on the receiving end of this knife. Funny isn’t it? How you’re the one beneath it this time?”

It all began to fall into place once he laid the cards out on the table for you to read. The guy you ran into Tuesday after class. Poor Kim Mingyu, who just wanted to pass his English final. Your friends not picking up their phones. And supposedly it was all in the name of love.

“Y-you did that for me?”

“Of course, baby,” Hyunjae mutters into the shell of your ear. “I said I’d protect you didn’t I? I just want you all to myself.”

“What the fuck does that possessive bullshit have to do with me? What did it have to do with Juyo or Changmin or Sunwoo?” Eric cries. “Oh god, what about—?”

“Sangyeon, Hoon, Chanhee, Hak? Yeah, those four were taken care of way before my own roommates. You, obviously, were the chosen one this go around. Then it would be Kevin and lastly, Jacob. I planned on stopping after you three unless absolutely necessary.”

“How is any of this fucking necessary? You’re psychotic,” the blonde exclaims, still wriggling in his restraints. “Why would Y/N want you after all of this? Did you really believe she’d never find out about what you’ve done?”

Hyunjae glides the smooth edge of the blade against your skin and releases you from his grip, but takes a hold of your wrist, placing the handle in your grasp. He urges you forward, closer to Eric. “If she was scared of me, don’t you think she would’ve tried harder to escape me? Didn’t even blink when I held the knife to her neck.”

The brunette kisses your temple and you watch the fear in Eric’s eyes morph into defeat. “After everything we’ve been through? I’ve known you since eighth grade, Y/N. Eighth fucking grade. And this is how it ends?”

“H-he loves me,” you stutter, glancing at Hyunjae. “Don’t you?”

“You don’t kill your best friends out of love, Y/N! He’s insane! Please, don’t let him get into your head. You’re not that kind of person.” Eric attempts to reason.

Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you were. Who knows? That didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that Hyunjae loved you. He loved you so much that he’d kill for you. Over and over and over again.

It was kind of comical that you loved him all the same. You, too, would kill for him. Over and over and over again.

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🥳🎉🎊🎆🎇✨🧨🎈🤩🥰😤👏

I am geeking out with my bff as I type this--THE HYPE IS REAL. 😭

Ghost!Claudia come throooooouuuuuugh~! 😈

I hope the "haunting of Claudia" effs Lestat up more than Dream!Stat did to Louis--I hope Claudia looms over his shoulder shading him for every lyric, every note, every stage light, every costume, every stray hair out of place. I hope she's the biggest heckler at all of his concerts. I hope while everyone else is throwing panties at Lestat on stage, she's busy throwing rotten tomatoes. I hope she effs with his makeup and hair curlers right before his press junkets. I want her to be an even worse poltergeist than Goblin was in Blackwood Farm.

I demand JUSTICE FOR CLAUDIA, AMC! 😤

PLEASE get the rights to QotD's OST so we can get reprisals of all those epic bangers by Korn. 🙏

FAAAACTS 🎶

The squad's all here, but whose name are y'all keeping from us? BRUCE/KILLER. 👀

(Who tf is Sam? Not Vampire Sam from the Theatre!? 😰)

Dr. Fareed's coming back--awwww yeah; hopefully we also get Seth and Gregory Cullingsworth.

We'll finally see MARIUS!!!

And omg Gabrielle--we been knew y'all were saving her for later.

I'm so happy Sam's excited for us to see Gabrielle & Louis interact. God, it's gonna be so good.

Sleep with one eye open, a-hole! 🤬

"Rabid, beautifully unwell fandom" -- RJ, we're inside your walls! 😎

You're gosh darned right--now PROMOTE THIS SHOW PROPERLY, FFS, so we don't have to sit here having aneurysms all effing year wondering wtf AMC is doing fumbling the best show on tv!

#SCREAMING #interview with the vampire #the vampire lestat #queen of the damned #amc immortal universe #justice for claudia #iwtv tvc metas #the hype is real #must see tv #lestat de lioncourt #no rest for the wicked

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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 9: Realization

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

"The wolf has eyes for prey, the cow has eyes for hay. One of them's a killer, the other his buffet"

- Itona Horribe.

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Religion Talk, Cursing,

🌹Word Count: 3.7k

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Hongjoongs face never moved. His poker face was not one to be mistaken with. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling. He just looked at you, he looked through you, he looked into you. He sat so still, you would’ve thought he morphed into a statue.

Your mind was running at a million miles per hour. You couldn’t process anything that had made its way out of his mouth. What did he mean you were the ninth creation? You knew all of these men? You are one of these creatures? You stare at him blankly. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say something to make any move.

“ I…I…h-how..”

You were simply at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to say or what to do to even get out of this. Should you just run..? But where would you even run to..? This was his place, his domain, his kingdom.

Hongjoong slight tilts his head to the side. Looking at you as if you are some poor pitiful creature in need of saving, his gaze alone is making you feel ill at ease. He’s waiting for the perfect time to pounce. You are locked in a cage with a lion. A cage which you so effortlessly wandered into.

“You are scared aren’t you?”

He says in a low tone, inhaling deeply, taking in your scent.

“Your fear…it’s unlike any other it’s so delectable. I look forward to every time you have to come down here and we have this conversation. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had it.”

He lightly chuckles, eyes boring straight into you. Like he’s permanently burning this memory into his brain forever, like he’s filing away every movement, every facial expression. Like this will be the last time you both have this conversation. He pushes away from his desk, chair rolling back. The sudden movement by him makes you jump slightly in your chair. A wicked grin breaks out on his face. He’s clearly amused by you. He lets out a small hum before speaking up.

“His favorite…can you imagine that..? His favorite, most precious, most prized now sitting in front of me…terrified for their own life. Tell me…should I spare you..? Do you deserve my sympathy..?”

Your eyes start to water, you are terrified. You bite your trembling lip, trying to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. You nod slowly while locking eyes with him.

“Ple-..please have sympathy for me…”

A giddy smile never leaves his face. He’s simply enjoying your desperation, your fear. He leans back further into his chair, rubbing under his chin playfully like he’s thinking hard on his decision. You slightly glance back trying to measure the distance of the door from where you are. If you move fast enough you should be able to make it to the door and out of here within enough time. You quickly glance at the floor, still deep in thought trying to calculate how fast you need to move, the distance, while hoping Hongjoong didn’t catch you glancing at the door.

The room falls chillingly quiet. Too afraid to pick your head up and look at the man. What if he caught you? Is he going to continue to stare at you for much longer? Flickering up your eyes slowly to his desk chair. He’s gone? You close your eyes confused. No, no, no! He was just there….right..? He had been there the whole time? You turn around slowly. Eyes darting all around and across the room. Was this his green light? Was he offering you his sympathy..? You stand up quietly, making sure not to make any noise. You step back.

Making your way towards the shut door. Your hand hovers over it. There it is that nagging feeling telling you to go sit back down and stay put but on the same note the door is so tempting, it’s begging for you to leave, to run away, to make a fast getaway. You grip the knob slowly trying to turn the knob as quietly as possible. As soon as you got the door cracked. You look over your shoulder, double checking that he was no longer present. A sigh of relief passes through your lips. You are now officially on the way to escaping. As you step out, you turn around trying to quietly close the door, hoping not to alert anyone.

“You know…most people would’ve stayed put…then I always forget you aren’t most people, you are temptation itself.”

You freeze in your tracks not even daring to turn around, you already know who is standing behind you. You feel like a child who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Placing your forehead against the door you let out a sigh. You know now this is officially it. You can’t run, hide, flee, or talk your way out of this. You are done for.

Hongjoong snaps his fingers, signaling to the demons standing by his sides to seize you, immediately.

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Seonghwa let out an annoyed huff.

“Wooyoung! I brought you towels to use! Look at this floor! It’s all wet! You are going to get mold and mildew in here! Then it’s going to stink and I’m not going to clean it. You are!”

Wringing out his mop with a frustrated look on his face. Slapping the mop back onto the cave floor trying to soak up as much water as possible. Wooyoung rolls his eyes, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Hyungggg!”

He says in a sing-song voice. Stretching out on his rock. Moving around to get into his comfortable position. Letting a smile grace his face. Clearly pleased at what he saw in front of him. Seonghwa having a small heart attack at the conditions of his cave.

“Look at these floors! Look at the moss sprouting on these walls! You are going to get pests in here Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung lets out a sigh. Silently whispering to himself.

“A pest already is in here.”

“What was that Wooyoung?! Speak up! I don’t think I heard you correctly!”

Seonghwa says while aggressively mopping the floor.

“Why don’t you get placement mats by the water? That way guests can dry off their feet? It’ll make it cleaner in here, less dirty.”

Letting out a groan, frustrated with Seonghwa.

“It’s a cave Hyung! It’s meant to be dirty. See?”

Wooyoung snaps his fingers making the fire blaze stronger, showing off more of the inside of the cave. Seonghwa lets out a small scream, clutching his chest. Whines and gasps leaving his mouth.

“Look at all the bones! The uncleanliness! The uncleanliness is going to kill me. Wooyoung this is a cave! Not a pig pen! I can’t fathom this mess!”

Seonghwa let’s go of his mop dramatically. The stick falling, smacking the ground loudly. Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. Peeling his body off of the rock, making his way towards Seonghwa.

“You know everyone else keeps their area clean but you. What did I tell you? If you are going to eat the guests, compost the bones! Compost the bones! How hard is that? Now I need to grab the broom. You treat this area as a trash can! I’m not cleaning up your cave any more after this Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung lazily throws his arms around Seonghwas waist. Pulling Seonghwa closer, putting his face in his neck and smiling.

“Hyung…we both know that’s a lie.”

Wooyoung rubs his lips together, quickly kissing Seonghwa on his cheek. Continuing to hold him close. Not caring that Seonghwa was trying to shove him away. All it did was fuel Wooyoungs need to be close to him.

“Wooyoung, why are you doing this? I have to get the broom, let me go.”

Seonghwa struggles to get out of his tight hold.

Trying to dodge the kisses Wooyoung is attempting to give him. When the fire in the cave blazes brightly. Signaling that Yunho was contacting Wooyoung. Seonghwa and a very much attached Wooyoung both turn around, giving their attention towards the blazing flame. An outline of Yunhos body can be seen in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…?..”

Yunho trails off at the end of his sentence. Wooyoung pulls Seonghwa into a tight side hug, cheesy smile taking over his face.

“Of course not! What can we do for you Yunho?”

Wooyoung says with a glint of mischief to his voice. Seonghwas eyes cut to Wooyoung still struggling to get out of his grip.

“Maddox has contacted me. We are all being summoned.”

“Great! When?”

Wooyoung asks while puckering his lips ready to kiss Seonghwas cheeks again.

“Immediately.”

Wooyoung lets out an annoyed huff. His arms dropped from around Seonghwa, with a slight pout on his face. Letting out a slight whine.

“Like right now, right now? Or like 5 minutes from now, right now?”

“Right now, right now.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

“Alright alright. I’m coming, I'm coming. Come on Hyung, let’s go.”

Seonghwa points at Wooyoung.

“Don’t think this is getting you out of cleaning this cave. When we are done. You will be helping me clean up.”

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“Your majesty?”

“Yes Maddox?”

Hongjoong doesn’t even spare a glance towards the demon. Too busy retrieving the book with your name on the front.

“They have been stowed away in a holding cell for now, is there anything else you would like us to do for you?”

Hongjoong stops in his tracks. A happy sigh leaves his throat. He’s finally got you now where he what’s you, where he’s always wanted you. No one besides the princes understand how long he’s waited for this moment.

“Did you summon the others?”

“Yes sir, Yunho is contacting them all as we speak. They are preparing themselves and will be in the hall shortly. Would you like me to gather your things, your majesty?”

Before Hongjoong can answer Maddox the lights in this office glow ever so brightly. Not bothering Hongjoong or Maddox in the slightest. Hongjoong grits his teeth. His fist tightening so hard, his knuckles turn white.

“Your majesty…would you like me to call upon the oth-.”

“No.”

Hongjoong clears his throat. Visibly annoyed, taking a deep breath, he tries to calm his nerves. The unwanted visitor isn’t even upon him yet but just knowing that he’s in the space he banished him to, his area, his world, it’s unsettling, unnerving, and downright disrespectful. Lifting his hand Hongjoong dismisses Maddox, clearly wanting to be alone. If Hongjoong was going to put an end to this then he was going to do it his way.

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Jongho stood frozen outside of Hongjoongs door, internally he was quivering.

“I know you are standing outside my door. Stop being creepy and enter.”

Taking a deep breath Jongho enters, stomach feeling like it’s doing laps at a pool. If he would’ve just spoken to Hongjoong before it happened it wouldn’t have caused so much ruckus. Hongjoong motions to the seat closest to Jongho, signaling him to have a seat. Before having a seat Jongho bows to Hongjoong, making sure to show him as much respect as possible.

Hongjoong looks up from his paperwork, resting his pen down to give Jongho his full attention. He sat up right in the chair, picking at the cuticles on his nails, clearly he was scared, no one ever enjoyed being called to Hongjoongs room.

“Now Jong-“

“I was tired of seeing them, Hyung!”

Jongho quickly blurts out, cutting Hongjoong off before he could finish his sentence. Hongjoong is slightly taken back, eyes growing in size.

“I’m tired, Hyung…It’s so tiring seeing them every time…I’m tired of having to do it. I just…I just wanted to be free of them. Seeing them is a constant reminder of what could’ve been…What should’ve been. I love being down here with all of you, learned to love it even.. but…”

Jongho hangs his head low, visibly upset. Biting his lip so hard he drew blood. Attempting so hard to control the emotions that were brewing rather quickly. Damn that Mingi, Jongho regrets visiting Mingi prior to coming to see Hongjoong knowing any time he leaves Mingis area he backpacks the sadness with him temporarily.

“It’s not fair…”

Voice cracking with heartbreak.

“Why didn’t he cherish us how he cherished them..? Were we the flawed ones Hyung..?”

Hongjoongs eyes filled with white water, never once did it cross his mind while he was having the time of his life seeing them, the boys must’ve all suffered, Jongho being the youngest of the bunch took it the hardest, Mingi right behind him.

All of them reacted so differently when they got banished. Too busy trying to figure out the ways of being a new founder leader of the underworld he realizes he let some things slip through the cracks. Clearing his throat to choke back his emotions.

“Why didn’t you say anything before Jongho? You could’ve told me or Seonghwa. This burden is not one you need to carry on your own.”

Head still hanging, eyes refusing to leave the floor. Jongho feels like a coward. How is he supposed to uphold Greed when he can’t even hold his head up high? He can’t even look his leader in the eyes and admit his mistake. Nails digging into his thighs to ease himself. Internally kicking himself for letting his mask slip so low. He’s supposed to be strong, one of the bravest ones. Hongjoong sees the faint purple tear that splashes on Jonghos pants. Little did Jongho know internally Hongjoong was kicking himself for failing as a leader, as the first creation but most importantly as a brother.

“Oh Jongho…”

Hongjoong whispers out.

Jongho scoots back from his chair, eyes glued to the floor, dropping to his knees. Gasping for air, purple tears are flowing down his face, splashing onto the wooden floorboards underneath him. So ashamed of himself he can’t bear to look the leader in his face. He’s having an internal war, and the biggest enemy he’s facing? Himself. Forehead touching the floor, showing Hongjoong the utmost sign of respect.

“Hyung I swear. I’ll try harder. I’ll do better. Just give me another chance, I will correct myself for when they arrive next. Just please don’t give up on me because I am not strong, I am, I will prove it.”

Seonghwa walks in without knocking, hands full with a bowl of lunch for Hongjoong. Pausing right in the entryway. Face falling into a deep frown. All you hear bouncing off the walls are Jonghos cries, deep breaths for air, and pleas.

“…Jongho..? Hongjoong what’s going on?”

Seonghwa rushes to place the lunch down on the desk. Kneeling down, rubbing Jonghos back to comfort him. He’s never seen him in such a way. Biting his lip, Hongjoong stands up out of his seat. Clearing his throat.

“Seonghwa. Summon the others. I want all of them here. Now.”

Seonghwa looks between Jongho and Hongjoong. Not wanting to leave the youngest but also knowing Hongjoong is the leader.

“Hongjoong…but Jongho…”

“Please Seonghwa…please…”

Seonghwa can count on one hand how many times Hongjoong had said the word “please”. Knowing this must be serious business. Nodding his head Seonghwa gives Jongho one last look before he ventures off to summon the others, quickly.

“Jongho, stand please.”

Taking a deep breath to gather his emotions. Knowing he needs to pull it in gear, instead of blabbering on the floor like a baby. Wiping his tears on his sleeve. He stands up, taking in another deep breath. Eyes refusing to leave the floor. To him the air is thick with disappointment but to Hongjoong the air is filled with heartbreak and failed leadership.

Wooyoung bursts through the door. Pointing his finger at Hongjoong.

“You monster! You tyrant! You..You…someone give me another word to insult him.”

San shoves Wooyoung in the door. All the others follow right behind. Seonghwa is the last to enter.

“You should’ve called him short…you know he hates that.”

Mingi whispers loudly. Yunho smacks Mingi over the head. Wincing, he shoots Yunho a glare. Wooyoung rushes over to Jongho, wiping the tears off of his face. Pulling him into a bone crushing hug. Hongjoong clears his throat.

“Where are they right now?”

Wooyoung tosses Hongjoong a dirty look. Seonghwa moves closer to Wooyoung, lightly nudging him to answer the leaders question. Rolling his eyes, he smacks his lips. Voice laced with disgust.

“They are in one of the water holes. I put them in an unconscious state.”

Hongjoong nods his head. Making his way around the table desk to stand in front of them all. All the members slightly glance at Jongho, taking notice of his very upset state. Yet not daring to move. Hongjoong suddenly bows to all of the members.

“Hongjoong what are yo-.”

He cuts Seonghwa off before he can finish his sentence. Still in his bowing stance.

“It’s come to my attention that I have failed you all. I have failed to communicate, I have failed as your leader. I have failed as your brother. A leader is nothing without his team…and yet I’ve failed to act as such. Please forgive me.”

The room gets chillingly quiet.

“I bet you feel pretty dumb now, don’t ya Wooyoung?”

San says suddenly. Causing a small chuckle to erupt from Jongho. Wooyoungs eyes cut to San. Clearly not amused at his smart mouth remark. Mingi silently stifles a laugh.

“Mingi I don’t know why you are laughing. You should feel stupid too.”

Yunhos sudden speaking out causes a domino effect. Everyone in the room laughs, even Hongjoong.

Hongjoong stands up, looking at Jongho. Before Jongho can even relax from the laughter that’s coming from his body. Hongjoong shoves Wooyoung away from Jongho, bringing his arms around Jonghos body, pulling him in for a hug.

“Please…please don’t go through those troubles alone. You are one of the strongest people in this room. Your burden is not one of your own. We may all carry our burdens differently but we share similar troubles. Please forgive me Jongho.”

Jongho wraps his arms around Hongjoong, hugging him back. He didn’t need to verbally tell Hongjoong anything, the action spoke for itself. Pulling back Hongjoong playfully shoves Wooyoungs shoulder.

“If I am a tyrant, you are a gremlin.”

Wooyoungs mouth drops open. Ready for a slick comeback but Yeosang suddenly speaks up.

“Does that make me the second strongest?”

Yeosang flexes his arm muscles. Seonghwa wants to join in. He starts to flex his arm. Jongho lightly pushes his arm back down.

“Hyung please…don’t embarrass yourself.”

This causes all the boys to erupt in laughter. The atmosphere changing. No matter what life time Hongjoong was in… as long as he had all of them, he’d forever be complete. This was his family.

As the laughter died down. Hongjoong made his way back to his desk. Pulling out the book with your name on it. Yunho spoke suddenly.

“What are you going to do Hyung?”

“I'm sure my selfish actions have not only bothered Jongho, I’m sure they have hurt you all. Yet you never spoke up to aid my happiness. So I’m going to do what is long overdue. I’m going to make sure they stay down here. Permanently.”

All of their eyes grow wide.

“Hongjoong.. can you do that?”

Seonghwas voice is thick with worry.

“As long as they are down here in our area. I can do whatever I please. If the creator has an issue with it. He can write a letter and shove it up his ass. I could care less. None of you should have to suffer anymore. It’s been eons that you’ve all had to suffer. That will be no more.”

All the boys nod their heads. Agreeing with what Hongjoong was saying. He may have lacked at times as a leader but he would lack no more. The boys were priority number one, he was going to make sure that they were all loved, equally supported, and cared for. Even if it meant he had to tear down the world. That was the difference between him and the creator, something that Hongjoong would always out rank him on. He loved all the boys equally.

“After Wooyoung, they will go to Yeosang, next Yunho, Seonghwa and finally they will end with me, and we will end it all. Forever.”

Hongjoong let’s a wicked smile grace his face.

Jongho does a noticeable shiver. He’s overcome with joy that this will now be permanent. You will now be down here forever to suffer. Right along with them.

“They're playing with the big boys now…”

Mingi starts to sing slowly…Yunho smiles, joining in.

“They're playing with the big boys now! They’re playing with the big boys now!”

San couldn’t help himself, joining into the sinister singing. Yeosang joining right alongside.

“Playing with the big boys now!”

Wooyoung grabs Jongho pulling him into the circle the boys have formed while singing joyfully.

Seonghwa makes his way towards Hongjoong.

“Seonghwa get ready…we are in for quite a ride.”

Seonghwa smiles at Hongjoong. Following his eyes, he looks proudly at the boys all singing in a circle. Nodding his head.

“Eight makes one team?”

Raising his eyebrows at Hongjoong with a wicked grin on his face. Hongjoong smiles back just as sinisterly.

“Eight makes one team.”

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Authors Note: Due to popular demand I was able to stretch it out into two more chapters. Chapter 10 will be the final and last chapter. I can’t believe this series will becoming to a end 💔🥹it’s a bittersweet moment really. Besides that…What do we think..?👀👀 I’ve had so much fun writing this. I based this mostly around Jongho and why he “helped” them with the apple because I think some people wanted further explanation into that. Also Jonghos part was a “flashback” just to clear things up. Also mad props to anyone if they know where the “playing with the big boys” song is from along with the quote…if you know where the quote is from..message me I’m about to be your new bestfriend🤗. Next chapter is going to be so fun. Oo I can’t wait! Also did I cry slightly making Jonghos part…? Yes. Bc Ima sap💀 I cut out so many sad parts from the flashback bc I didn’t want anyone to cry like my emotional ass😀.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Hello Lovely,

After reading all of your recent drabble drop since returning from my weekend away, seeing this GIF, & finding your prompts list I couldn't resist bursting into your asks with a request all of my own.

Because clearly it's fate that has all these stars aligning to articulate my feelings for all my favourite author babes 😘 & my favourite outlaws & match one of your prompts. So can I pretty please, if you're so inclined, request the Coochie Tacoma Killer Mr Happy Lowman & 17. “How badly do you want it?” 😈

Thank you, thank you, thank you; I'm forever in your debt.

Oh, love. You are always so kind in your praise. I truly, truly appreciate you so very much for that. Reading your reviews gives me a nice little sparkly feeling when at the moment, life is quite tough, so thank you so much! If anyone is in debt here, it is me to you, trust me!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

A ravenous delight tumbles over you, your fingertips dragging over the stubble of his shaven head, your thighs rubbing against his face as his mouth keeps you halfway between ruin and rapture, tongue snaking over your clit in an incessant, hot slither.

What Happy Lowman doesn't know about orally pleasuring a woman to the very fringes of her sanity is truly not worth knowing at all.

He makes you feel as if you have tiny galaxies lighting up and collapsing in on themselves within you, heat misting your spine as your inner muscles flex around nothing, that emptiness then filled sublimely by the push of two fingers into your aching slick.

Your mutters and mumbles of blissed-out incoherence have him smiling against you, sucking on your with aplomb, releasing you from between his full lips with a slippery pop. He eyes you, his gaze as sensual as dark chocolate, but with the burn of nothing short of devastation.

“How badly do you want it?”

"What, that beautiful, big cock you're hopefully about to push right up in me?" you ask, your voice all sultry smoke. "Like I've never wanted anything before."

He moves between your legs, arrowing into your soaking centre, a deep rumble echoing from his throat. "Right answer, doll."

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heesimp · 15 hours ago

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hi my baby i am back after an eventful week of assignments stopping me from writing stepbro jay smut (i literally just finished it Rn) so i am here to bother u today 😈😈

anyways i was thinking of pervs heejake threesome bcs i might write that soon like heejake who have watched u grow up n become this beautiful woman n they want u so fucking bad but park sungBOOOOO's dumbass just has to keep hitting on u OR WAITTTT SERIAL KILLERS HEEJAKE who kill all the boys that hit on u n instead of being scared ur annoyed cus holy shit who do i hook up w now n they just smile at u sinisterly like we can def arrange for that to happen

flash forward to a few minutes later n ur sucking heeseung off as jake laps at your pussy, moaning into it as you gush around his tongue bcs munch jake obv. heeseung can't fathom how good it feels to even have ur mouth around him after fantasizing it for months n it ends w them both fucking u at the same time bcs dvp we love u 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

hi cutie. sad to hear that assignments have been keeping you busy but happy to know you’re back and here!!

oh wow you have the wildest imagination and I like that very much. sungboo made me laugh 😭 I just think they heejake would get fed up at some point and fuck you anyway even if sunghoon’s flirting with you. would enjoy fucking you even more when you flirt back with sunghoon but fool around with them.

I’m new to the killer trope but man…fictitious possession gets me sometimes like ahhhh. heejake going ? wdym you don’t have anyone to fuck? what about us? also lol do you think one of them would kill each other to have yn forever

#ask #hard thought #lovescb97

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hidden-poet · 9 months ago

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Okay I had such a crazy busy week and I finally got to read chapter 5 of Commander Snow and WOW what a ROLLERCOASTER!!! Again, I really appreciate you making these super long 🙏 it’s seriously the best feeling reading your work!!! I honestly can’t get enough of it! Alrighty, let’s get into this masterpiece….

Is this girl really trying to get herself killed by selling the spare morphling bottles that Coryo gave her…? Even though we know he won’t. But girl… you are really asking for it 😂

“You freeze seeing Commander Snow, marching through the streets with the cavalry behind him.” - I just froze 🥵 just give him to meeee NOW!!! I NEED HIM 😫 - “That’s Snow’s girl.” - HELL YEAH I AM!

The way he just comes out of the crowd just to swallow her whole face, neck and collarbone 😂 and hooking her hands over his neck 🥹 ughhh needy little mamas boy bitch who just wants love and nurture from her 🩷 and him biting down on her neck 😫🥵 like I don’t care how bad it hurts just bite me and drain me like a vampire please and thank you!

He really out here just sending for her now to be taken to the Compound 😂

I love it when Lucy Gray is brought up! The way Smiley made her sound like some sort of killer 😂 I'm like… no. Does Smiley have a death wish sharing all this with us? Boy do you not know what your Commander is capable of by now?

HE’S SUCH A NEEDY LITTLE WHORE MY GOD 😫 Laying his head on her lap and not that being enough for him to then force her hand over his chest 🥵😫

Her thinking Tigris is his girl back at the Capitol 😂 - “No, she’s my cousin. You’re my girl.” - THAT I AM DADDY 😈

Coryo not wanting to talk to her about Strabo Plinth because he KNOWS he’s responsible for Sejanus’s death and got that Plinth prize… 🤦‍♀️

HE'S TAKING US TO THE CAPITOL FOREVER!!! Poor girl is so scared that he’s taking her away from her home.

“He adjusts to a more menacing position; his fingers tightened on your face, his body stiffened into a hard stance over you and his eyes squinted down on you.” - I just love how he gets mad when we don’t comply… It's like a child throwing a tantrum in a way; which makes sense considering his severe undiagnosed mommy issues 😂 - “Do you honestly think you have a say in the matter?.” - No I don’t. Only you can control my life now 😫

Okay I could not stop laughing at the way he just kicked Miss Escot out and told her to fuck off 😂

“Say you’re sorry,” - GOSH he’s so petty… 😂 If I say no, can I suck his dick again? Unwilling of course…. UGHHH 😫 I just love how possessive he is with her by throwing out the moonshine because he doesn’t want her drinking and just casually cutting out people from her life because their a “bad influence” when really... he just wants her all to himself. I mean I ain’t complaining…. 😂

Not him cuffing her up and making her watch the executions… Sir, I am not an animal here? But at the same time…. meow 😈 - “Watch me up there,” - Okay WHORE 😂 I just love how he has this constant need for attention and validation from her. Even in Chapter 2; when he grabs her jaw and tells her to tell him how much he is taking good care of her and to tell him how handsome he is… it is both so sad and pathetic where you can’t help but feel bad for him and sympathize with him… my poor baby boy 🥹🩷 he is doing NOTHING WRONG.

***ME GETTING HATING HIM***

Okay. FUCK HIM for killing that little boy. That was beyond CRUEL. That was sooooooo heartbreaking and traumatizing 😭 he’s terrible.

“I tried to send him to the Capitol as an Avox but Commander Bonza was determined to see him hang”. - YOU ARE IN CHARGE YOU PSYCHOPATH! His ego of not being shown as weak for his stupid presidential run. My god 🤦‍♀️

Now is this boy really looking for comfort from HER? After what you just made her watch? And by YOUR COMMAND! THE DELUSIONS…. - “He cried for his mother in the holding cell” - 😑😑😑 boy you really don’t need be saying all this to her right now…. - “They don’t hang children in the Capitol. You’ll never have to see it again.” - YET YOU STILL MADE HER WATCH THIS?

***BACK TO LOVING HIM AGAIN***

Coriolanus remembered crying for his mother on nights when the pain in his stomach from hunger was too much to bear. It felt almost therapeutic now to hear you cry for the boy. In a way, you were crying for Coriolanus too. - Okay I am again conflicted for this man 😂 MY POOR BABY JUST WANTS US TO FEEL THE PAIN HE WENT THROUGH AS A KID 🥹🩷 COME HERE I’LL GIVE HIM ALL THE COMFORT HE SO DESPERATELY NEEDS 😂

Again with the desperate need for her to stay with for the night 😫 - “No, no. I need you to stay.” - “You’re not leaving me.” - 🥵🥵🥵 is it getting hot in here? - “You’re telling me no? After everything I’ve done for you?” - Aside from terrorizing me and the people around me? 😈 Also not him threatening her to stay with him 😫😈

Holding her hand back to his apartment 😫 now this boy thinks we're a married couple now? Him wanting to share everything 🥹 he gets a kick out of her wearing his clothes….. OWNERSHIP 😈🥵 I couldn’t stop laughing at him just casually eating in the kitchen after what he had done 😂 and the grin he gives her as he chews like a little demon child 😂

Masturbating to her in the shower? 🥵 I have to say I am shocked by his self control in the pussy department tbh 😂

HE LIKES TO BE THE LITTLE SPOON 😭🥹 the way he just tugged her wrist over himself and burying her hand under his cheek 🥹😂 She’s definitely getting used to him (unwillingly of course) 😂

I love how he just flattened the bed sheet for her when he got out of bed 😂 “Go back to sleep” - Yes, Daddy 🥵 And am I the maid now? Ironing his clothes and shining his shoes…? YES SIR 😈

Okay so now that he locked her in his apartment without her knowing he locked it in the first place…? Berlin Syndrome anybody? AND The damn Peacekeepers ignoring her 😂 they're like ‘yea no we can’t help you or your boyfriend will hang us’ - “What’s wrong?” “Hey, what happened?” - ???? 😑😑😑 ???? THE DELUSIONS OR HE’S JUST THAT SICK 😂

“She’s been with me. Who are you?” - Ooof 🥵 I’m sorry but Edmund and Coryos whole interaction at the house had me dead I can’t with them both 😂 - “Didn’t I see you next to my girl at the hanging?” - Yes. I am your girl 🥵 - “I don’t want him in the house if I am not here.” - Yes, daddy 😈 - “You seemed close with the maintenance man,” - Idk why this made me laugh so much 😂 - You think I am letting you stay here after finding a man lingering in your house?” - Don’t you just love a psychotic possessive man 😂

Man he really is impatient with her ‘moving in’ with him now 😂 how sweet of him to pack her undies tho 😂

Wow he really is isolating her now from everyone? Her boss, her mom and Edmund. My heart honestly broke for her mom when he was dragging her daughter away 😭🥹

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS INTENSE! Coryo is definitely going to kill Edmund. Without a doubt (and he doesn’t know about the kiss 😳... yet at least) - “Kill them and you kill me,” you threaten, “I swear, there is not a single thing you can do that would stop me.” - I mean obviously he can still kill Edmund without killing your mom...

I couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that his gasp waked her up too 😂and look at him scooping her up in his arms, holding her too tight like she’s a stuffed animal and smelling her 😂 She is his source of comfort 🥹🩷

I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING REALLY LONG AND I'M JUST KICKING MY FEET IN EXCITEMENT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!

p.s. I just realized I kept misspelling Mabel's name in my last reaction ask 😂 I went from Ma'bel' to Ma'ble' 😂

I was twirling my hair and kicking my feet reading this❤️🫡 I must have read it four times before responding. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Commander snow part 5 and S.lands on top both will be out before the end of this week. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts! I love them, you are genuinely so funny.

Hope your week slows down a bit for you! Also don’t worry about Mabel vs Mable. I spell it both ways too 😭😂 potato- poTATo.

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader

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blissooya · 9 months ago

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[WEVERSE] 240224 슝이🌹 update

"It was really cold yesterday, but today it’s warm again. What are Blinks doing? haha 🥰"

cr. xx_turtle_

👤 : I was watching Apartment 404!

🐰 : I wasn't able to watch it yesterday ㅜ I'll have to watch it later in the evening 🥹 Did JendeukJenduek??

👤 : Watching HunHun

🐰 : Hunter X Hunter..?! Legend..

👤 : That hat is so cute kekeke 💗💗

🐰 : I want one of different animals. I think it would be unique to have a rihno hat with a horn!

👤 : Unnie when is Happiness Jisoo being uploaded?

🐰 : It was really weird so I can't upload.. kekekekekeke I'm gonna do Paris vlog again when I got.. I'm thinking about what I should film. haha Paris another Paris vlog ..

👤 : Today's tmi??

🐰 : Vest padding is warmer than I thought..?!

👤 : Chu noona~ do you have a Netflix recommendation?

🐰 : I did watch A Killer Paradㅇx no but is it ㅇ or is it 0 or what is it.. I don't know

👤 : I was studying! As soon as I saw the post I ran like Dalgom to get a reply

🐰 : No but Dalgomie doesn't run.

👤 : Yesterday Chaeyoung was teased about using LTE. Unnie what you use? 😈

🐰 : LTE ! If you change I feel like it'll be slower, I'm gonna use LTE for like since its good!!!

👤 : Jisoo, my heart for you! jisoo love you very much Jisoo Love you forever

🐰 : Before I clicked more the heart was cut off so I was little flustered but thanks for the big heart. I also love you love you♥️

👤 : From the previous live, how's the phone you bought?? Did you adjust well??

🐰: : It's too big so I haven't been able to adjust, too big ㅜㅜ I can't hold it in one hand ㅠ

👤 : saw a movie 11 times in the theater, unnie have you seen a movie multiple time in the theater?

🐰 : No..? That's crazy! What movie is it! Please tell me what it is. You didn't just leave like this someone please grab 로채앵 (👤). I can't believe you left like this.. What movie was it

👤 Unnie they said it's Wonka!!

🐰 : Really..?? It's worth watching 11 times!! I see!!

👤 : Next live will you be in the car? hahaha

🐰 : ㅜㅜ kekekeke thus.. it's still fun right?! kekeke

🐰 : I'm now suddenly .. leaving ㅠㅠ Blinks, I'll work hard on vlogs when I go to Paris! keke It's Paris again, but I'll try to film it differently 🤣🤣 I love you!!!! I miss you!! Blinks you miss me too right? I'll come visit often 🥰♥ ️

#jisoo #kim jisoo #blackpink jisoo #jisoo blackpink #bp jisoo #jisoo bp #weverse #jisoo kim #블랙핑크 지수 #블랙핑크 #김지수 #지수 #blissoo #ksoloists #kactress #selfie

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tomis-problem · 4 months ago

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I got a playlist rq ryou shishikusa x general mayhem again but I'll explain there dynamic, ryou is chief of her clan shishikusa clan bloodthirsty and feared by the locals she's kidnapped and killed ppl for money she's is as cunning and cruel as she is kind and sweet like the love she has for her daughters, she's nicknamed the spider demon to reflect on her cruel side😈😈😈

general sweet mayhem is kind and friendly but gets misunderstood by the ppl shes tryna help but does have a genuine good 💓💓💓 heart she's autistic maybe

It would be opposites attract ig part 1

Ryou Shishikusa x General Sweet Mayhem playlist!

for anon!

Soft Bitch - Rio Romeo

Dissolve - Absofacto

Romantic Lover - Eyedress

Heart Throb - Be Your Own PET

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill

Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

space girl - Francis Forever

Lust for a Vampyr - I Monster

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

Girls - MARINA

Problems - Mother Mother

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Sour Switchblade - Elita

Jenny - Studio Killers

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Lowlife - Poppy

Lovers Rock - TV Girl

Hey Lover! - Wabie

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

I hope you like this! I tried to get the Vibes™️

#🎀 tomi makes !#🎀 playlists #comship #darkship #proship #proshippers please interact #proship interact #profic #profiction #proship safe

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diplo-matic2 · 1 year ago

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10. What slasher killer would you love to get railed by and why?

14. What body part would you worship on other people to the end of time because NGHHHH?

17. What’s the best term that describes you sexually?

18. You can do only ONE thing to your partner sex-wise for an entire month. What is your pick?

19. Would you be able to go full month just pleasing your partner daily, without getting anything back? (This question is nuts)

22. What’s a toy you’d love to use? Why?

25. Have you ever kissed someone of the same gender? What’s the best part on it?

27. What’s a part of clothing you would love to see your crush/partner in?

28. What does your ideal one night stand look like?

33. Do you have some songs you wanna get railed to? (Fav question so far) 😂

38. Do you like getting teased in public? Why or why not?

45. What would you love to roleplay as in bed?

63. What is something you always wanted to ask your partner but didn’t had the courage to?

This or that

10. Forever watch porn or Forever read porn?

14. Have a harem of men or Have a harem of women? (Ugh why does women harem sound more appealing 😂💀)

BONUS QUESTION

4. Considering you and your sex life, is there something you are so PROUD OF you would brag about it on reddit? (Or tumblr lol, Stole this from reddit)

(Okay, I hope I didn’t pick the same ones again 😂 have fun!)

Far out!!! Good thing I had a nice lunch! I will have energy to get to the last one 😅😅 here we go…

10. Hmmm probably the one in American Psycho. At least is good looking and ripped 😅😅

14. Neck and chest… 🫣

17. The best term? Probably “nothavinganyofitsincemonthsago”… yeah, that one.. 😓

18. Easy to response… Oral sex 🤤🤤🤤

19. I totally would, then we can switch places 😜

22. I’m actually thinking on buying one of those cups/cylinders you see in some videos/gifs in here… looks fun.

25. I have. A kiss is a kiss, it’s fun to do 🫣

27. Sounds totally silly, but I love to see them in their everyday underwear 🤣 nice, cozy and comfy

28. A nice walk, something tasty to eat, hours of good conversation (fuck my mind before my body) followed by hours of good sex.

33. I’m not really into music during sex, anything works… you may give me some ideas thou 🫣😜

38. I loooove teasing in public. In both directions 😈😈 it is just FUN and builds up the tension for later 😈

45. Oh, you got me off guard… idk at this moment!

63. Mmmm I’m usually quite open with my partner, both asking and responding things… so there is nothing coming to mind ☺️

10. Forever watch porn 🫣

14. If I have to choose one… women🫣🫣

And to finish with…. 4. No, yo be honest… I consider myself quite average 🤣😅😅😅

Thanks a lot for the time you took preparing these @miss-me-holmes 😘😘

#me #mine #my post #answered asks #asks

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year ago

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😈, 🤡 and 🎢, please, and thank you. Have a great day.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

any fucking time I write a cliffhanger, its so funny I can't help myself!!! oh and when I write angst that doesn't get resolved, its my favorite. I get so unnecessarily angry when angst gets resolved like no, fuck that, you hate each other now and forever

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

bro the haiku line from my most recent apollo quickie? I was giggling so hard lmfao

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

This fic I wrote on wattpad like two years ago (no you may not check it out it's so old and embarrassing) about deathnote. Basically reader was forced to kill a serial killer in self defense before she moved to Japan and became best friends with Light. Then Light becomes Kira and there are clues the serial killer from reader's past is still kicking and following her.

#oph.posts #oph.thoughts #oph.anons

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I posted 2,077 times in 2022

That's 2,077 more posts than 2021!

81 posts created (4%)

1,996 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wroteclassicaly

@ladyfogg

@thisishellfire

@boomhauer

@littledemondani

I tagged 1,468 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#eddie munson - 551 posts

#joseph quinn - 428 posts

#reese recs - 366 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 230 posts

#at least my queue is organized - 212 posts

#joe quinn - 181 posts

#queue pew pew - 134 posts

#eddie munson smut - 101 posts

#eddie munson x plus size reader - 97 posts

#writing inspo - 82 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#she’s shy and reserved and he’s constantly doing stuff to annoy her just to bring her out of her shell and see if he can get a smile

My Top Posts in 2022:

Forever, right? - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie has just met your parents, and it went...well...well kind of. With a few words of encouragement and sweet comfort, Eddie has the courage to confess some pretty big feelings and decides the next steps in your relationship. This is a part 2 to Curls but can be read on its own.

warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI. established relationship, kissing, breast play, semi-public sex (in Eddie’s van), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up and be safe 👍🏻), orgasm (m and f), reader is implied as plus size but doesn’t have to be read that way, reader has relationship with both parents, even though they are judgmental and a bit old fashioned, brief mention of criminals and serial killers (nothing graphic), I think that is it but let me know if I missed something.

request: Thank you to the lovely anon who sent me this: i loved curls! i know it was a one shot but i'd love more from them. like maybe them talking on the drive home after meeting your parents and ofc the engagement. They didn’t quite get to to the drive home part (😈) but I hope you like it.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 6.1K

author’s note: I wasn’t planning on a part 2, but I just didn’t feel like I was ready to be done with these two sappy little cuties, and I got a few requests for more so here we are. I wanted to make it so you could read this without having read Curls, so there are a few callbacks and things to make it cohesive. I also wasn’t planning on making it at all angsty, but I just couldn’t imagine a world where reader’s parents didn’t judge him at least a little. 😈 Thank you to @boomhauer and @kissmecaiti for talking me through all the angsty little thoughts I had and giving me inspiration.

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Listen to the Trees - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader - Friends to Lovers

summary: Spending your long weekend home from college reading Tolkien with your childhood best friend, Eddie. Couldn't want anything more. Except you do. You want Eddie, more than just friends, but when the words don't ever seem to come out and you miss your train home, things get interesting...

warnings: little bit of perv!Eddie (he masturbates thinking about reader), nothing else really of note - this is pretty much just sappy fluff with two sweet stupid friends who don’t admit how much they love one another

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, little tiny smut

word count: 6.1k

author's note: I was inspired by a prompt I saw on @glasswriter1 "I missed the last train, and it is all because of you and your obsession with speaking trees!" and I just immediately thought of Eddie and his love of LOTR. This totally ends on a major cliffhanger so if you all are into it I have more to come. Asks are always open for any feedback 💚

part 2

The sweet solace of Eddie’s room is a welcome respite from the bitter chill of fall, the wind threatening against the thin windows of his trailer. Your long weekend home from college is almost up, not nearly enough time to spend with your childhood best friend and he is trying to consume every last possible second with you before your train leaves from Indianapolis. Taking you back to Chicago, back to the drudgery of school and work, and too far away from Eddie.

Bonding over fantasy lands and banding together as outcasts usually do, Eddie and you had been inseparable since that first moment you shared your lunch with him in 1st grade. You and Eddie had shared everything together since then; snacks, movie marathons, study notes, hopes and dreams, fears and secrets, looks that lingered too long for people who were supposed to be just friends.

Everything changed when you had decided to pursue an art history education in Chicago, wanting to get at least a little breathing space from Hawkins, and Eddie had stayed put, taking some vocational courses at the community college and working at Thatcher Tires. Late night phone calls and a stream of handwritten letters did little to fill the Eddie-sized gap in your life, only leaving a crater-sized chasm right in the middle of your chest. No friendship or sexual partner in college could ever muster up enough mortar to fill the cracks he created. No other man could ever match the way Eddie looked at you, deep coffee-colored pools of wonder and awe like you were the most captivating creature he’d ever seen.

Your romantic feelings for Eddie had bubbled up slowly, like a geyser waiting to erupt. They had always been there in some way or another, simmering under the surface as the years of friendship went on. He was your best friend, your protector from all the chaos in your life, your guiding moon in the dark night. He had always been there for you and you for him, but you didn’t know just how much you felt for him until the distance and separation made you reflect on everything that could’ve been. You were never sure if he felt the same way about you, you’d never had the courage to bring it up and it certainly wasn’t ever a topic he approached. He was always the affectionate, touchy type with the people he was closest to, so you had been resigned to the fact that you were just one of the guys to him.

The long holiday weekend had given the perfect excuse to make the train ride home. You told yourself were going to visit family and friends, but you knew from the moment Eddie scooped you into his arms at the train station, trying to hide the tears that were edging their way out of the corners of his chocolate brown eyes, that you would be spending every waking moment of the weekend with Eddie.

And there you are, lying propped up on your side on Eddie’s bed, covered in blankets that smell like smoke and the cheap cologne you had gotten him for his birthday last year, trying to tame a pending eruption of emotions inside you while staring and attempting to listen as he talks animatedly about everything and nothing all at once.

“Earth to Y/N?” Eddie asks, shifting forward from his upright position against the pillows to wave his hand playfully in front of you.

“Hmm, what? I’m listening,” you insist, adjusting your position so you’re sitting up fully facing him now.

“Sure you are. Then what did I say,” he smirks, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You were talking about speaking trees, Ents. And how you’re going to use them in an upcoming campaign with the guys you met at college,” you reply confidently, matching his challenging pose with your own as you sit up and cross your arms, the blankets shrugging off your shoulders.

“So you did catch some of it!! But I literally just asked you a question about said Ents. You gonna answer it, since you were listening so super carefully there, Sunshine?” his pet name for you rolling off his tongue with a tart sweetness that makes you giggle.

“Ok fine, you got me. I zoned off for a second. I was thinking about what time we need to leave to get to the train station on time,” your words not entirely a lie, but also not exactly what you had been ruminating about. “What did you ask me, sorry?”

“Do you remember the Entwives?,” his face softens into a smile with your apology. You do indeed remember the Entwives, in fact you’re pretty sure you were the one who had brought them up to him during one of your many rereadings of The Two Towers, finding it so achingly sad that there would be never be a reunion between the Ents and their wives who had gone to plant beautiful gardens only to be killed or enslaved when Sauron burned through the land.

“I think I remember them, but remind me please,” you smile coyly, knowing the information he’s about to share but truly wanting to hear what he has to say.

“Well Treebeard thinks that the wives are lost forever after they moved to the Brown Lands to plant and grow smaller things and were wiped out by Sauron. But remember how Merry and Pippin say they’ve seen an Ent, or Entwife, walking north of the Shire?” he wiggles his eyebrows dramatically, waiting for your response. An uncontrollable shiver hits you, realizing just how cold the room was without the cocoon of blankets, but you nod, teeth chattering.

“Jesus, Sunshine, how’d you already manage to wiggle outta that blanket burrito I made for you. Come ‘ere, I feel like a furnace right now so I’ll share some warmth,” he motions for you to lay in between his outstretched legs, untwisting the blankets and folding them back for you to crawl under. You stare down at his form, frayed light wash jeans hugging his slender frame, faded black t-shirt riding up to expose the soft trail of curls that disappear into his waistband as he reaches his arms out for you in a grabby motion. You want nothing more than to curl against his chest and tell him how much you missed him, missed his touch, your skin melting against his, missed the feelings you get when you’re around him, sealing all your words and feelings with a passionate first kiss. But you don’t do that. You can’t. Not now at least. Instead, you just burrow yourself into his lap, letting out a contented sigh as he wraps the blankets around you tightly and you rest your head on the soft cushion of his lower stomach.

“So, for my campaign, I’m going to have one of my players see an Entwife while they’re out on the road. Or I guess a treant wife because they’re called treants in D&D. Anyway, the wives aren’t really all dead, they’ve just been in hiding or hibernation or something, I’m still figuring out that idea. But then the party gets a summons from the treant that is the guardian of the local forest that there have been several sightings of the wives and the party is sent off on a quest to find them,” Eddie’s words tumble from his lips in a babbling flow, hands gesturing wildly then coming to rest softly on your covered shoulder. “What do you think? Does that sound cool or totally lame? I need some trademark Sunshine honesty here,” his voice anxious as he coaxes out your answer, always valuing your opinion even when it would come out a little harsher than you meant, which it often did.

“I think that sounds like the start of a totally awesome quest. If I weren’t so far away, you know I would want to jump in on that campaign in a heartbeat,” you answer honestly, looking up into his pleading brown eyes.

“I wish you could play in my campaigns again too,” he echoes with a playful pout, but you can see the truth behind his eyes. He has missed you too, he says so several times throughout the weekend. But you are sure it’s not in the same way that you missed him.

“There is a D&D club on campus and I tried to join in on one of their campaigns, but the DM was…creepy,” you admit quietly, ice cold fingers creeping out from under the blankets to toy with the hem of his shirt.

“Even weirder than little ‘ol me?” he grins and you nod, the movement of your cheek against his shirt causing it to shift up and expose that deliciously inviting swath of flesh and delicate curls. “Creepy how?” he urges you to go on, his eyes fixed to where your fingers are pulling loose threads from the worn patch just above the front pocket of his jeans, inching closer to his tummy with each thread yanked away.

“He just made it weird. Like the only thing he focused on about my character was the fact that I was the only woman on the adventuring party, and it was all heaving bosoms and dirty jokes at my expense. I played like two sessions and then never showed my face again,” you admit with an injured chuckle, and Eddie jolts forward, though you’re unsure if it’s from your words or your frosty fingers suddenly making contact with the bare skin of his midriff.

“Christ, your fingers feel like icicles,” his whole body stiffens, a sharp intake of breath as you swirl your fingers playfully against his alabaster skin. “That is super shitty about the club and the DM. Many guy DMs are weird lonely losers, but can be surprisingly real pricks whenever they have a real live lady in their presence, especially one as pretty, scary, and charmingly intimidating as you Sunshine,” his voice stiff but he boops your nose playfully, still wincing away from your frigid touch.

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Constellations - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader Series

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part 2/?

summary: After an eventful evening at the Battle of the Bands, Eddie provides some comfort and distraction at the diner, but the date isn’t over just yet. He has more planned and it gets a little....heated.

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Eddie and reader are both 18+, mentions of previous sexual assault, mentions of absent parents (kinda?), brief body insecurities, pet names, little touch starved Eddie, basically just a whole bunch of kissing and heavy petting, then fingering, oral f receiving, orgasm f and m

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 8.6k (again, brevity is not my strong suit)

author’s note: I am so grateful for all the support and nice comments I received on part one, I really wasn’t expecting it to get much traction at all so I’m so thankful for all the positive feedback. I also have to thank @boomhauer for the tiddy wrangler line 🙏🏼 I have not written smut for 10 years so if this totally sucks, I am very sorry. 🫣

Eddie parked the van in a small clearing in the trees on the banks of Lover’s Lake. You had been there a few times during the day, soaking up some of the summer rays and tucking into a good book, but the lake looked entirely different by the light of the moon. Shadows play in the gaps between the trees, eerie silence save a few hooting owls and crunching of branches as other woodland creatures scurry about under the cover of inky blackness.

Eddie dramatically shifts in the driver’s seat once the van has lurched into park, turning to face you and clapping his hands together. “Ok, so, lay it on me babe. What do you know about metal music? What have you heard that you like?”

“Hmm, I’ve listened to a few Iron Maiden songs, ‘Phantom of the Opera’ and ‘The Trooper’. I actually liked a few Metallica songs that Holly played for me, I just can’t remember the names,” you list a few basics, hoping he was ready for your very beginner level knowledge on the subject. You lean back in your seat to face him, watching curiously as his eyes go wide, grinning and drumming his hands against the steering wheel.

“Alright, okay, I can work with that,” he chews his bottom lip in thought as he rummages through the tapes and general debris that scatter the front seat of the van. “Sorry ‘bout the mess, I don’t usually have company, especially company as pretty as you. Now where the fuck did I…aha!” Eddie triumphantly holds up an Iron Maiden tape, Piece of Mind scrawled across it in calligraphy with what looks like a zombie in chains lunging towards you.

“Yikes, he’s a bit creepy, isn’t he,” you suppose, tapping the case gently as if not to wake the creature lurking inside.

“That’s Eddie.”

“What?” you give him a quizzical look, head tilting to the side.

“I’m not being funny, that’s just the band’s mascot or whatever. His name is Eddie, pretty sweet name I think,” he beams, sarcasm lacing his tone as he inserts the cassette into the tape deck, careful to turn down the volume a touch, not wanting to burst your eardrums on the first music education lesson. “Are you ready to have your mind blown, sweetheart?” You nod and smile, the epic guitar and drums of the first song already beginning to thrum through your veins, goosebumps shivering down your arms as you let yourself relax and enjoy the music. It isn’t half bad, your body can’t help but move to the beat, subtle toe taps and head bobs with Eddie watching you intensely.

“So, give me your honest review. Do I have a convert or am I going to have to work a little harder than that?” Eddie presses as the first song comes to an end.

“I’m not completely sold, I think I’d still prefer to listen to New Order over Iron Maiden, but I am trying to be more open and accepting of new things. Hit me with the next song, my body is willing and ready,” your words playing tricks on you as they make their way out of your mouth, blood already thumping hot in your ears, staring agape at Eddie for his response.

“Christ, Y/N, well if you put it that way,” he cackles, his whole body in motion as the laughter shakes him.

“Let me rewind,” you make a babbling sound as if imitating a video tape rewinding, only causing Eddie to laugh louder and your cheeks to flame an even brighter shade of pink. “I just mean that my ears are ready for the music. My body is ready too, for you. I mean, I’m willing to be ready for whatever you want to do to me. Fuck. Shit. I’m going to stop talking now, just play the song and let me slowly slip away into my grave, please.” You shrink down in your seat, flopping the leather jacket over your face in shame as you hear Eddie’s laughter begin to fade out into a soft wheezy chuckle.

“Hey, hey, come back here, sweetheart. You can’t make a spicy confession like that and then just hide from me,” Eddie’s voice saccharine and playful as he tosses the jacket off of you, his finger curling under your chin to bring your eyes to look at him. “I’m glad you feel that way, knuckles. I will definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference,” he whispers, his thumb ghosting towards the plumpness of your bottom lip, his eyes flickering down to follow the steady path his thumb is trailing. You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, expecting his lips to meet yours within moments, but he doesn’t. You open your eyes to see him adjusting the volume on the stereo as another song comes to a crescendo, trying to hide the fact that he is peeking at you behind the curtain of his hair. Your lips purse into a thin line as you quickly look out the window, wondering if you have just misread the situation or maybe scared him off a little with how quickly you were willing to let him into your pants.

“Oh this is the best part,” Eddie hums softly and turns the volume knob, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as a shrieking guitar solo wails from the speakers, ignoring whatever awkward exchange that had just been.

The next few songs play, but Eddie doesn’t ask for your opinion again. He smiles and nods when he sees your foot tapping through the chorus of “Flight of Icarus”, but he seems especially preoccupied with chewing on the loose skin around his thumbnail and reorganizing the center console.

After the final notes of “The Trooper'' echo through the speakers of the stereo, Eddie begins to get fidgety, gnawing raw red marks around the edges of his fingernails, bouncing his leg enough to shake the entire van as he looks over at you every few seconds, like you might suddenly disappear before his eyes. Without a word of warning, he suddenly scrambles to the back of the van, conjuring up a couple of blankets, a boombox, and a handful of cassette tapes, returning with a grin. “Wanna get high and look at the stars?” he blurts out, pulling out a little bag that was tucked in the inside pocket of his jacket and giving it a shake.

With a nod, you both tumble out of the van, quickly setting up the blankets in a plush arrangement in the soft grass that slowly slopes down to the sandy beach. Eddie’s deft fingers quickly rolling up a joint, licking the paper and pressing it neatly before bringing it to his lips to light. The earthy tang assaults your nostrils and makes your eyes sting momentarily as he takes the first drag, passing it over to you, fingers brushing in a moment that seems to last for an eternity.

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You both develop a steady rhythm of passing the joint back and forth, settling back on the soft cushion of the blankets. You gaze up at the obsidian blanket above you, the blunt dangling haphazardly in between your lips, in awe of just how many stars there are. Of course, you knew there were millions of stars in the Milky Way, but they didn’t seem to shine as brightly in the city as they do on the banks of Lover’s Lake. The sticky sweet taste of strawberry milkshake lingering in your mouth, the crackling burn of the weed as it began to seep into your lungs and invade your senses, the gentle warmth of Eddie’s arm pressing against yours.

“There’s Cassiopeia, looks kind of like a W. Then right below her, it’s sometimes hard to make out, but there’s Cepheus and Draco,” Eddie’s pointer finger juts out to gesture at a cluster of shining stars that when strung together look a bit like a squiggly snake and a box with a triangle on top. “And of course right above Cassiopeia is their daughter, Andromeda. Kind of fucked that she’s forever bound to be next to her parent’s after what they did to her,” he rattles off the details eagerly, licking his lips as he scans the stars for other constellations and takes another puff off the quickly shrinking joint before extinguish it carefully in the damp grass next to him. You try to follow where his fingers are tracing patterns, connecting dots and telling stories, but you find it hard to turn your attention toward anything other than his face. His left eye squinting shut, pink tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, his features softening as the boyish enthusiasm takes over.

“How do you know so much about Greek mythology and constellations?” your voice a whisper, as if not wanting to disturb the hushed peacefulness of the night air.

“Uhh, I got a little obsessed with the idea of the Underworld as a setting for one of my D&D campaigns in high school. That led to reading stories about Hades and Persephone, and before I knew it I had checked out every book the library had to offer about Greek myths and legends,” Eddie responds, his fingers absently twirling into the loose threads of the blanket underneath you both.

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Knuckles - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

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part 1/?

summary: Your summer spent with a best friend in Hawkins has thus far been uneventful. An impulsive outing to the Battle of the Bands competition and an unfortunate chain of events sends Eddie hurdling into your life and you are more than happy to make space for him there. A little hurt comfort, a lotta sweet fluff, and there will definitely be at least a part 2 if not more.

pairing: Eddie x plus size! reader

warnings: All characters are 18+ and you should be too. MINORS DNI! TW: this fic does contain mentions and depictions of sexual assault (not graphic, reader is non-consensually touched by a stranger at the bar), feelings of guilt after assault are briefly mentioned, plus size!reader with mentions of feelings around having their size compared to someone else, use of y/n, female pronouns and pet names used to describe reader, brief violence, mentions of bruising and blood, crying, eating and talk about food, eventual smut. if you find any of these things triggering, please do not continue to read

genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

word count: 10.2k (oops, got a little carried away there)

author’s note: This is my first Eddie fic and the first fic I’ve written in about 10 years, so please be kind and repost and comment if you enjoy it 💜 Lightly proofread and edited, but tell me if there is anything super weird. I do not really incorporate anything from s4 and the characters are all college age. I have a part 2 of this already in the works, but let me know if there is anything specific you all would like to see from this story.

tags: tagging a few sweet mutuals who might like to read, feel free to ignore though :) @wroteclassicaly @boomhauer @thisishellfire @bayouteche @honeybee-reverie

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“Please, please, please come!!” your best friend, Holly, whines, pouting with her hands on her hips. Soft afternoon summer light fades through the gauzy window coverings, fracturing and splitting as you flop back onto her pillowy bed, dust motes exploding in your wake. She has been making her case for over 20 minutes about why you should go see the Battle of the Bands competition that is being held at some dive bar called The Hideout, and Holly is always absolutely relentless in any argument you two have, especially if it is about metal music.

“It’s really not my thing,” your fingers dance lazily through the dust clouds and you try your best to avoid her laser-like gaze, “I know you want me to experience all of Hawkins while I’m here for the summer, but that is the one area we differ in. I’ll love you forever, but I will never understand how you can listen to the sound of shrieking guitars, drums that are way too intense, and some guy screaming scary lyrics at you and then you have the audacity to call it music” you smirk, catching her exasperated look out of the corner of your eye just as she tosses a pillow at your face.

“Hey!” you squeak and chuck the pillow right back at her, maybe with a little more force than you had meant to because she stumbles and plops down onto the bed next to you.

“Please, Y/N… if you absolutely hate it, we can leave and go see a movie or something, but I like really really REALLY want to go to this. It is the final battle between the top two metal bands in Hawkins, Corroded Coffin and The Feral Tomb, and….” she insists and then hesitates for a moment, chewing on her thumbnail, “...and there is this guy in The Feral Tomb, he’s the bassist, and, um…I…well…”

“Come on, Holls. So you want to drag me along to this…concert, and I use that term very loosely here, so that I can be your wingwoman and you can flirt with some metalhead? Am I getting all the details right here?” you sit up from the bed suddenly, still avoiding her puppy-dog eyes, but giving her sidelong glances through your eyelashes.

“Yes.” she replies sheepishly, her eyes dropping down to focus on the loose thread she is aimlessly unraveling from the pillow in her lap.

You had spent the last month at Holly’s childhood home in Hawkins, Indiana, enjoying the lazy small town summer and relishing in the much needed break after your junior year at Purdue Indianapolis. You two were roommates at university and when a family thing came up she said she had to head home for the summer. This meant giving up the apartment you shared, and you scrambled to try to find somewhere to stay. With no parents, relatives, or really other friends to speak of in the area, it would have been impossible to find somewhere you could afford alone on your measly coffee shop salary, even if it was just three summer months. When Holly offered for you to come along with her to her hometown, you felt unfamiliar knots in your stomach, maybe something akin to sisterly love, a feeling entirely foreign to you as an only child. She had been by your side since freshman orientation, her mom even acted the part of a parental figure for you since your mom was unable to make any of the welcome events, and when it came time to move out of the freshman dorms and into the nearby apartments she didn’t even second guess the idea that you two would be moving in together. So with a few futile “no I couldn’t possibly”s and “well I don’t want to be a bother”s you packed your bags and headed with her to Hawkins.

It certainly wasn’t the most exciting place to spend the summer, but with home cooked meals every night, late night giggle sessions with Holly, and the sweet tan you were getting from all the time out at Lover’s Lake, it felt like the home you’d never had.

You shake your head, clearing the reverie and aimless thoughts to focus back on Holly, who is practically gnawing a hole in the raw flesh of her thumb as she awaits your response.

“So, what’s his name then, this bassist? What’s so great about him? And is there one for me too?” you sigh and push her shoulder playfully. Her squealing immediately pierces through the room and she leaps from the bed, dashing over to the closet.

“His name is Theodore, but he goes by Theo. Isn’t that so sexy and mature sounding? He’s got this gorgeous blonde hair and he is just how I like them.” She coos as she begins to furiously push masses of hanging clothes aside, her lips pursing as she inspects a lacy black dress and then tosses it aside.

“And just how do you like them Holly?” you give her a quizzical look, already knowing her answer would leave most scandalized. She pops back out of the closet, her hands on her hips incredulously.

“You know, dumb and eager to make me cum,” she winks and disappears into the closet again.

“Jesus, Holly, subtlety has never been your forte has it? So what about me then? Keep in mind my type is usually someone with some semblance of a brain, I would still like them to make me cum though,” you inquire, trying desperately to think back to the last time a guy had made you cum, but either your memory is failing you or it had been a painfully long time since that has occurred in your love life.

“The other guys in his band are pretty cute too, maybe not quite your usual brainy, bookish type, but hey, it’s just a summer hookup. And the other band, Corroded Coffin, well I went to high school with all of them, and they were all kind of super nerdy then, so I can’t say that I find any of them sexy, but maybe you will,” she wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out at you.

“Alright, well give me all the details on the ones you went to high school with then,” you roll your eyes and stand up to rummage through your own clothes, trying to find something even remotely suitable for a metal concert.

“Well, Eddie is the lead guitarist/singer. He was the Dungeon Master of their little D&D club and I remember him always putting on some kind of dramatic production during lunch. He’s kind of full of himself, but in a charming way. Jeff is the other guitarist, he’s sweet, definitely a little shy. Gareth is the drummer, we had a project we were paired for in history and he did all of it for me so we love that. The bassist is Barry, or Larry. Maybe Carl? I can’t remember his name honestly.” She continues flipping through her closet, leaving piles of almost entirely black clothes in her wake, until she finds the winners. You flip over the names in your head, trying to imagine just based on her brief descriptions if any of them would be worth the effort of dressing up for this thing.

“Aha! Here you go!” she tosses a leather jacket, some ripped black jeans, and a faded oversized Iron Maiden shirt that has the sleeves cut off into your lap, then begins to shimmy out of her sweatpants and t-shirt in favor of a pair of leather pants and a cropped black shirt that maybe once had a band’s logo printed on it, but was so well loved and worn that there was only a whisper of a print that remained.

“But I barely even know who Iron Maiden is. What if someone asks me about them and I don’t know what to say,” you panic slightly, cautiously shrugging the shoulders of your sundress down to slip the foreign shirt over your head.

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Curls - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

part 2

summary: Eddie is getting ready to meet your parents for the first time after a year of dating. He is particularly nervous about impressing them, so you help him do his hair. And then help him relax a little 😉

warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI. established relationship, kissing, breast play, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (mention of birth control but still wrap it up and be safe 👍🏻), lots of sweet sappiness between Eddie and reader, reader has curly hair but it is not described in great detail, reader is implied as plus size but doesn’t have to be read that way, reader has relationship with both parents. I think that is it but let me know if I missed something.

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 4.9K

author’s note: I couldn’t get the idea out of my head about doing Eddie’s hair and so this just all kind of came rambling out. Any feedback is always appreciated 💕

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