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[valentine-cafe]

Hello! Could I please get a strawberry shortcake?

Thinking about amab!reader and Rishen just casually hanging out in reader's apartment but for whatever reason, Rishen needs to bend over to get something only for reader to catch a peek of her thong as she's doing so.

Cue reader not-so-subtly glancing at her and making moves, his touches lingering and just overall trying to get Rishen to take the hint that he finds her really sexy👀

— 🫀 anon

˖⁺. “ he had those 'fuck me' eyes ! ” : 

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you're over at his dorm when you notice his little surprise for you under his skirt - let's just say, you're all the more willing to accept his gift. with a few of your own. 

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Why would the world do this to you? Present such a pretty boy with pretty eyes and a pretty ass Then put him so far out of your reach! And even better yet - make him oblivious as hell.

Rishen's red and black checked skirt hikes as he places a plate full of snacks on the coffee table. What a tease to your eyes indeed. They trace down his figure. Fall at his thighs. So bare - open —

And what does he do despite the catch in gaze? He smiles. That's all. Curls his lips at the corners in that pretty, infuriating way as he takes seat beside you on the sofa.

"You doing alright? I'm here now. Sorry for the wait."

What more should you expect? A part of you wonders when he'll pull his head from the clouds. Then again, you find his clueless eyes all the more attractive. Or perhaps he isn't clueless. Perhaps he is coy. Playing around with your poor, yearning self.

Fuck this. "I just. . ." Your hand wanders to her fabric-coated thigh. The skirt crinkles under your fingers. You wish it was around her waist as you pulled her back onto whatever movements you so deemed for the evening.

Focus. You haven't even gotten more than a kiss as of yet.

"Really like this skirt of yours. See you in it so often but it's a charm every time." Fingers flex into his thigh. All the beautiful nerd does is smile at you more. Tilt his head so that curls kiss his shoulder. Those affectionate eyes will be the death of you.

"That so? I've seen your eyes on it." Finally, some kind of acknowledgement. You suck in a breath and then sigh out deeply. Another chuckle etches from your throat and you rub your palm along the plump flesh.

Coy it is then. Rishen knows exactly what he does to you. It's in the way that he doesn't move away. In the way that he gives her thigh a little bounce. The way that he bats those pretty lashes at you.

Oh, it's more than coy.

It's brattish.

Two can play at that game. Your fingers tease the hem and slip beneath. They find his soft thigh once more. This time with your thumb to stroke along the inner. "Then you know what I'm after, huh?" A sly index sneaks into the fabric of his thong. Curls and snaps it back to him. What a pretty shudder he gifts you.

"Was wondering when you'd see it. . ."

Bodies move like clockwork. He turns to face you and braces a hand on your shoulder. Your own dives between his thighs and cups over his clothed dick. Damn that fabric. You slither your fingers through the gap with ease and cup at your prize.

He groans low. Bingo. "All for me baby? Should have showed me earlier." Your lips fall to his on instinct. Your thumb finds familiarity in one of your favourite veins. You massage over the indent and swallow his hushed whines.

His fingers lick at the back of your hair. So you crane your neck down further to kiss him harder. Tongue and teeth meet while your hand continues its work. So effortlessly jerking at his dick hardening in the palm of your hand. You miss this feeling. Miss it as though you don't find yourself in this position every week.

Hands withdraw. You catch the backs of his thighs and suck on his pierced tongue as you shove him back into the sofa. There it is. Your rightful spot between his legs.

Your hand stutters on his cock. Trails up after a few jerky strokes to swirl your thumb on his pierced tip. "Look at it baby. He's already leaking."

All he can do is nod shakily. Spill his moans and toss his head back with small bucks of his hips.

"Please, mi amor." How pretty he whines. "Don't you like my gift? Gimme more."

He bites his lip and so you kiss his tip. Chuckle lowly as you slip the flashy underwear all the way down after they catch on your teeth.

"Hands on my hair baby. Let me be grateful for a moment." You grin up at him. Before your mouth occupies itself with his pleasure.

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[dao-afterdark]

oubaitori

(n.) the idea that people, like flowers, bloom in their own time and in their own individual ways.

warning(s): male!reader, reader is straight (for now), brief mention of financial abuse, assholey behavior, threats, queer themes.

a/n: finally i have something to post on here! i was having such a hard time trying to figure out what to do, but i think i got something now. thank you @sooniebby for offering to help, and being one of my main big inspirations to even make a blog like this. here → is wei’s little bio if you’re curious! this is technically supposed to be a drabble, or an intro to what i’m attempting to create! please enjoy 🙏🏼.

Life’s full of surprises; some good, some bad, some marvelous, and some downright ugly.

You fled your parents house the moment you were able too; freeing yourself from the shackles of financial abuse and the stifling atmosphere.

One of your friends from high school, Cody, had a friend who had enough room for you to live at, and you took the opportunity without hesitation.

Normally you wouldn’t stay with a complete stranger, but you’re desperate, plus you’re sure you can handle yourself.

You arrive at the address that was sent to you and raise your fist, but the door swings open before it can make contact with the wood.

There stands a distraught and disheveled young man, a college student like you, you guessed. His fair skin was flushed from emotion, and his eyes were wet and wild.

“Uh.. Are you Wei…?” you ask hesitantly.

The man’s expression suddenly sours, his dark eyes narrowing in on you, lips curled into a sneer. “Who are you?”

The accusatory tone has you blinking, gobsmacked, but annoyance quickly begins to brew in your gut. You open your mouth to defend yourself when another voice from inside cuts in. It’s nice on the ears, but twinged with vexation.

“Yo…”

From behind the defensive man comes another man, his black curls wild and partially tangled, torso bare minus the barbell’s that adorn his nipples- something you stared at for far longer than you should’ve- and the robe that’s barely hanging onto him. He’s barefooted and wearing fuzzy, Hello Kitty pajama bottoms.

“…What’re you still doing here? Didn’t I tell you to leave already?”

From that statement alone, you knew pretty quickly what the situation had to be.

“Who’s he? Another person you’re toying with?” spits the irked man, glaring with betrayal at the man you assume is Wei, his thumb directed at you.

Wei rolls his eyes, a smile full of exasperation on his face. “Respectfully, get the fuck outta my house. You’re not my boyfriend, you freak.”

“Fuck you, Wei!”

“I’m good. I had my fill,” Wei throws back with a careless shrug.

“You’ll regret this..”

The heartbroken man then shoves into you as he storms off in a fury, the gate rattling and clanging as it’s slammed shut. It makes your ears hurt.

Some regret and agitation floods in your system.

Wei then draws your attention, pinching his chin with his thumb and fore finger, squinting at you. “Sorry about that, but uh, who are you? I don’t think we’ve fucked before…?”

You balk at his words, heat rising in your face. You defensively sputter out, “W-What?! No! We’ve never met before!”

“Oh! Sooo who are you exactly then?” Wei asks, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed, studying you with curious garnet eyes.

“I’m supposed to be your new roommate? I’m sure Cody mentioned me?” you explained, a little frustrated and flustered.

Realization eventually floods Wei’s face. “…OH! Cody’s friend! Shit that’s today!? Fuck, I’m sorry dude! Here come in!”

He rushes back inside the house and a hefty sigh leaves your lips, uncertainty clouding your mind.

Great. It seems like your roommate is a playboy of sorts. Hopefully that drama doesn’t trickle into your life…

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[lovezbrownies]

Hm...

From the moment of their birth, Emperor Wei Xian and Empress Consort Li Zhen were destined to be bound together, their fates sealed by the ancient rites of royal bloodlines. Wei Xian, the son of the late Emperor, inherited not only the throne but also the unshakable guarantee of royal status, his lineage a direct thread to imperial power. By contrast, Li Zhen’s ascent to royalty came not through blood but through the fate-twisted rings of betrothal that connected her to Wei Xian, a bond woven not out of love but out of duty and strategic necessity. In the court’s eyes, their union was not one of passion but one of governance and power, where emotions were secondary to the cold logic of imperial consolidation.

Their relationship, while free of the entanglement of romantic love, thrived on mutual respect and understanding. Each saw the other not as a spouse, but as a partner—a tool in a grand game of chess where loyalty was traded for power, and affection was secondary to the maintenance of the empire. For years, they played their roles dutifully, each aware of the other's presence but never crossing the threshold of intimacy. There was no romance between them, only a friendship forged by the needs of the kingdom and the understanding of their responsibilities.

Yet, despite the absence of love, they managed to create something rare: a successful partnership that bore fruit in the form of Crown Prince Wei Jin, a child whose very existence was a testament to their ability to fulfill their royal obligations. Raised with an almost overbearing affection, Wei Jin was showered with treasures, education, and love—though it was the kind of love a royal child might expect, not the love of two parents who had ever held hands out of tenderness. They gave him everything they had in the way of wealth, status, and opportunity, though still maintaining a formality and distance in their interactions.

It took years for the Empress Consort and the Emperor to even begin to view each other beyond the formalities of their roles. What began as a business transaction of sorts gradually evolved into a subtle camaraderie, one where they could function as allies in a vast, intricate court, watching over their son as they steered the empire through turbulent waters. It was never about passion, never about a deep emotional connection—but, in their own way, it was enough.

The first time you caught the Emperor's attention was entirely by accident. You had started as a lowly servant in the royal palace, tasked with the simplest of chores—scrubbing the stone floors and washing the walls of the royal halls. It was thankless work, yet it offered you a rare glimpse into the world of the empire’s most powerful figures. The Emperor, aloof and unapproachable, would often pass by without sparing a glance at anyone, his face as stoic as the stone walls you so often cleaned. But it wasn’t his attention you sought—at least, not in the way the palace’s courtiers did. You were here to work, and work you did, diligently, with quiet purpose.

But then the epidemic struck. A strange sickness began to spread through the palace, like a dark fog that crept into every corner of the kingdom. The royal family, fearing contamination above all else, locked themselves away in their private chambers, cutting off all contact with anyone, including their own advisors. The imperial physicians were baffled. No one could figure out what was happening, and the court was in a state of panic. News of this mysterious illness reached even the furthest corners of the empire, and whispers began to circulate, laden with fear.

The royal line must remain untainted, the court murmured, as the Emperor and Empress refused to leave their rooms, their status demanding that they be kept safe at all costs. They insisted on a complete quarantine, drawing a sharp line between themselves and the rest of the kingdom, unwilling to risk even the smallest chance of infection. Everyone else—commoners and noble-born alike—were left to wait, helpless, as the disease spread.

But to you, it wasn’t a matter of panic. You had already figured out the cause of the illness. It wasn’t some invisible enemy—no, it was something far simpler. You knew the signs immediately. The symptoms were unmistakable, and it took you mere hours to identify the source: the WillBorn flower.

The WillBorn flower, once thought to be harmless, had spread across the kingdom like wildfire in the unseasonably humid weather. The bloom had always been seen as a decorative flower, harmless and pretty, admired for its delicate petals and subtle scent. But, unknown to most, when the weather turned humid, the WillBorn flower’s petals released microscopic spores into the air that caused debilitating fevers in those who inhaled them. Those who passed too close to the flower during the summer heat found themselves ill within hours. The fever was violent and feverish, but it could be treated, if caught in time. The problem was that no one knew to look for it, and now it had begun to spread through the palace like wildfire, causing unnecessary panic.

But you, the lowly servant who had once swept the floors and dusted the walls of the palace, noticed something different. You saw past the hysteria to the root of the problem. You didn’t wait for permission, nor did you wait for the imperial physicians to come to some miraculous conclusion. You took matters into your own hands.

You were no healer, but you had grown up surrounded by the ancient knowledge of herbs and remedies—passed down from your mother, a healer in her own right. You’d learned not only to clean the palace’s grand halls but also to notice the small things: the subtle changes in the air, the faint scent of the WillBorn flowers, and the way the humidity seemed to linger in the courtyard, heavy with the promise of sickness. You had recognized the symptoms immediately.

When the fever began to spread through the ranks of the palace servants, you didn’t hesitate. You didn’t sit by and wait for the royal physicians to muddle over their theories. Instead, you began to act, quietly but surely. You spread the word to anyone who would listen, telling them the cause of the sickness—the WillBorn flower’s spores, harmless in the right conditions but a deadly catalyst in the humid heat.

At first, they didn’t believe you. They dismissed you as a mere servant, unworthy of attention. But when you began to treat those who had already fallen ill—using nothing but simple herbs and methods you knew worked—there was no denying your knowledge. You went from room to room, seeking out those stricken with the fever, and within hours, they felt better. You used simple poultices, cooling teas, and herbal remedies that calmed the fever and soothed their symptoms. Word began to spread through the palace as if on the wind: "There is a servant who can cure the sickness."

As the days went on, you didn’t just wait for the sick to come to you. You took it upon yourself to visit the lower servants, to seek out those in the hallways or kitchens who had fallen ill, and you treated them yourself, without hesitation. You took the remedies to them directly, applying your knowledge without asking for permission, without waiting for anyone’s approval. You went to the kitchens, to the stables, to the servants’ quarters, to wherever the sick lay, and you offered them relief.

This was no longer just a matter of cleaning the palace or serving in the background. You had become a figure of importance, someone whose knowledge was vital to the survival of the palace. Slowly, the whispers grew louder, until they reached the ears of the Empress and Emperor themselves.

The Emperor, who rarely took interest in such matters, began to hear your name. It wasn’t the simple work of a servant—no, this was something different. You had not only saved countless lives but had done so without asking for recognition. You had taken the initiative when no one else would, and that was rare in a palace so full of politics and courtly games. The Emperor, who had once been so indifferent to the comings and goings of his palace staff, began to take notice. The courtiers, of course, were less than pleased by your sudden rise in prominence, but none could argue with the results you brought. You were no longer just a servant—you had become a healer, a figure to be reckoned with.

The Empress, always shrewd and calculating, heard about you from her inner circle. She had been in seclusion, her worries tied to the health of the imperial line, but even she couldn’t ignore the growing murmurs about your actions. To her, you were both a threat and an opportunity—someone with the rare kind of independence and knowledge that could either be used to her advantage or pose a challenge to her carefully controlled world.

One day, as you treated yet another servant in the dimly lit corners of the palace, the Emperor’s shadow fell across the doorway. You looked up, startled, only to find his piercing gaze fixed on you, his usual indifference replaced by something more discerning.

“You,” he said, his voice as cold as the marble floors beneath your feet. “You’ve been helping the palace staff without permission. Without approval.” There was no accusation in his tone, only curiosity—an observation.

You didn’t flinch. “Someone had to do it, Your Majesty. No one else was moving quickly enough.”

He studied you for a moment, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his scrutiny. His gaze seemed to pierce straight through you, as though measuring you with the same cold precision that made him such a formidable ruler.

“Interesting,” he muttered, stepping back as he allowed you to continue your work. “You’ll be needed, then. If you can keep the palace standing, I suppose we can’t afford to ignore you any longer.”

As the days passed, the Emperor's interest in you deepened. At first, it was a fleeting glance, a subtle inquiry into your methods, perhaps out of curiosity or simply the need for a solution in a time of crisis. But soon, it became something more—a pattern. He began to seek you out, more than just for matters of health or feverish remedies. Your practical knowledge, your keen ability to assess and fix problems, seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere medical expertise. You were becoming indispensable.

It started with small things. The Emperor would approach you in the palace gardens, casually asking your opinion on some minor matter of administration, perhaps the allocation of resources or a particularly troublesome official. At first, it seemed like nothing more than a passing conversation, a ruler simply seeking the perspective of a lowly servant. But you soon realized there was a method to his inquiries. Each time, his questions grew more specific, more pointed, as if he were testing you—gauging your intelligence, your judgment, your understanding of the world that lay beyond the royal walls.

“You seem to have a keen understanding of the inner workings of the palace,” he said one afternoon, as you stood beside him in the quiet courtyard, the sun low in the sky. His voice was casual, but his words carried weight. “Tell me, what do you think of the current state of the southern provinces? There are rumors of unrest. Do you think it’s a matter of poor governance, or is something more at play?”

You hesitated for only a moment before answering. It wasn’t an easy question, and the complexities of such matters were far beyond the scope of your usual responsibilities. But you’d seen the royal records, heard the whispers in the halls, and the solution seemed clear enough to you. You spoke, carefully laying out your thoughts, offering a perspective grounded in practicality and intuition. The Emperor listened intently, his gaze never leaving you, as if he were studying not just your words but your very demeanor.

“I see,” he said after a long pause, his voice thoughtful. “You’ve provided a perspective I hadn’t considered. Perhaps it’s time to rethink our strategy.”

From then on, your advice became more sought after. Whether it was in matters of the military or the royal court, the Emperor seemed to value your input more than anyone had ever expected. Whenever a situation arose, one that was difficult to navigate or full of uncertainty, he would find you. You were no longer just the humble servant cleaning the palace halls—you had become a trusted advisor, albeit one in the shadows, far removed from the grand, gilded halls where the true power resided.

Your input, it seemed, always shifted the balance. You corrected the course of decisions that had once seemed irreversible. You steered the Emperor’s advisors from dangerous paths, suggesting strategies that saved not only face but the kingdom itself. The decisions you made, the words you offered, became the pivot around which many crucial moments turned.

One particularly tense situation arose when an incident with a group of royal officers escalated into a near catastrophe. They had been investigating reports of a rebellion in the northern territories, but their methods had been heavy-handed, and rumors of torture and unjust arrests had begun to spread. The Emperor, caught between the need to maintain order and the desire to keep his reputation intact, was at a crossroads.

It was you who offered the solution, though you hadn’t been asked. In the quiet of the Emperor’s private study, after a long, arduous discussion with his generals, you proposed an alternative approach—one rooted in understanding and diplomacy, rather than brute force. It was a gamble, one that many of the Emperor’s advisors dismissed outright. But the Emperor, by then, had come to trust your instincts.

“Do you truly think this will work?” he asked, his usual cold demeanor softened by a hint of curiosity.

You nodded, your gaze steady. “Yes, Your Majesty. Sometimes, it takes less force to correct a misstep than more of it.”

The outcome, to everyone’s surprise, was nothing short of remarkable. The rebellion was quelled, but with far fewer casualties than anyone had expected. The Emperor’s reputation as a strong, wise ruler only grew, and it was in large part thanks to your guidance. From that moment on, he seemed to regard you not just as a servant, but as someone to whom he could turn for insight in times of uncertainty. Your role had evolved into something more profound—a confidant.

Meanwhile, the Empress, who had once been the center of her husband's world, began to notice a shift in his behavior. The Emperor, who had always devoted much of his time to her and their son, now seemed increasingly distant. Where once he had spent hours each evening in the royal chambers, discussing the matters of the empire and sharing moments with his family, now he would disappear for hours on end, only to return late at night, tired but strangely satisfied.

At first, she thought little of it. Rulers were busy people, after all. But the longer the pattern continued, the more suspicious she grew. There was something different about him—something in the way he would look at her, but only half-listen, his thoughts seemingly elsewhere. His gaze often drifted toward the door, as if waiting for someone else to enter. He would ask about their son, but his attention was often half-hearted, distracted. It was as if a new obsession had taken root, one that didn’t involve his wife or child.

The Empress’ curiosity was piqued, and one name began to circulate in her mind: the mysterious servant, the one who had become so invaluable to the Emperor in recent days. She had heard whispers—rumors of the servant’s quick thinking and sharp mind, of how the Emperor had sought out their advice time and time again. It was hard for her to ignore the subtle shift in the air, the way the Emperor seemed to place more trust in this servant than in anyone else.

She wasn’t one to be easily ignored, and so she made her move. One evening, when the Emperor was once again absent from their chambers, the Empress decided to confront this rising enigma. She would meet this servant, if only to see for herself the person who had captured her husband’s attention so completely.

The Empress had always been a woman of control, a ruler whose power was as sharp as it was unwavering. As the consort of the Emperor, she had been trained to maintain her poise, to guard her emotions with the same precision she used to manage the court. But ever since the mysterious servant had entered their lives, her carefully constructed world had started to tremble at the edges.

It had begun slowly, almost imperceptibly at first. The Emperor, normally so steadfast and aloof, had started to change in subtle ways. She had watched him, noting how his gaze lingered a little longer on you, how his voice softened when he spoke of you. These were things that didn’t escape the notice of a woman who had been married to him for so long. Yet, what truly piqued her curiosity was the way he would blush. It wasn’t something the Emperor did—he was a man who kept his composure at all times, unflappable in the face of any crisis. But lately, he had been blushing. The slightest mention of your name, or a glance toward your direction, and the Emperor would flush a deep red, his usual stern expression faltering just for a moment.

Of course, the Empress would never admit to any feeling of jealousy. No, she wasn’t bothered by the Emperor’s sudden fixation on you. After all, their relationship was based on pragmatism, on their shared duty to the throne. Nothing more, nothing less.

But still… she could not deny her intrigue. What was it about you that had such an effect on her husband?

So, one evening, as the moonlight streamed gently through the palace windows, casting long shadows across the marble floors, the Empress summoned you to her chambers. She did not ask; she ordered your presence with the subtle authority that came naturally to her. The call came as a soft command, a hint of something more beneath her measured words.

“Come to my chambers,” she had said, her tone a delicate balance of formality and something else—something less defined, but unmistakable. “I wish to speak with you.”

You were, of course, dutiful, accustomed to following the Emperor’s commands without question. But this was different—this wasn’t a summons from him, but from the Empress herself. It was rare for her to take such an interest in someone so beneath her in station. You found yourself wondering, with a mix of curiosity and unease, what she might want from you.

When you entered her chambers, you found her sitting by a delicate tea set, her expression as calm as ever. Yet, there was something in her gaze—something probing, something searching—as if she were trying to uncover a hidden truth.

“Sit,” she instructed, and you obeyed without question. You couldn’t help but feel the weight of her stare as she studied you, her eyes flicking over you with sharp calculation. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice a silken thread that carried no hint of the power she wielded, “about my husband. He’s been… distracted lately. Not that it’s any concern of mine,” she added quickly, waving a delicate hand as though to brush aside the thought. “I simply wonder—what is it that you do to him? To make him… act so differently? His demeanor has changed. He speaks of you with such admiration. At times, I’ve even seen him blush at the mere mention of your name.”

You were taken aback by her candidness. It was rare for anyone to speak so plainly with you, let alone the Empress. She wasn’t one to mince words, and her request was clear: she wanted to know what you had done to her husband, or rather, what it was about you that had caused such a shift in him.

“I… I don’t know what you mean, Your Majesty,” you stammered, unsure of how to respond. “I’ve only given my advice when asked, and tried to be of help wherever I can.”

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something else, something almost predatory. “And yet, he speaks of you as if you are more than just a servant. He speaks as though you are… a confidant. A friend.” She paused, studying your face carefully. “I’ve been wondering, you see, if I might find out for myself what has him so… captivated.”

There was a slight pause, the air thickening with an unspoken tension. The Empress wasn’t just asking about your relationship with the Emperor. She was testing you. Pushing, probing, trying to discern the effect you had on him. And something deep inside you understood that this wasn’t just about curiosity—it was about something much more intricate. She wanted to understand if you had the same effect on her.

She smiled, though it was faint, a glimmer of something wicked in her expression. “Tell me a story,” she said softly. “Tell me about your life. Your family. What is it that makes you… you? I want to hear it from your lips, not from the Emperor’s praises. Perhaps if I understand more about you, I will understand why my husband holds you in such high regard.”

You hesitated, not knowing whether to comply or remain silent. But her invitation was too warm to ignore, too open in its intent. You found yourself speaking, telling her the story of your life—how you grew up in the countryside, the humble beginnings of your family, your mother’s legacy as a healer, and how you came to the palace seeking only a small, quiet life. You spoke of your childhood, of the struggles and the simple joys, of the love you had felt for your family and the sense of duty that had driven you to serve.

As you spoke, you could see the Empress listening intently, her gaze never leaving your face. There was no judgment in her eyes, only a cold, calculating interest. She was learning about you, about the person who had caught the Emperor’s attention. And as you spoke, you began to notice something strange—a change in her. Her expression softened, her eyes less rigid, her posture becoming just a touch more relaxed. She was no longer the distant, calculating Empress, but something more… human. She seemed intrigued by your story, captivated by your sincerity.

By the time you finished, the Empress was leaning back in her chair, her fingers gently tapping the armrest. “It’s no wonder he’s taken such a liking to you,” she said, her voice a soft murmur. “You’ve captured his heart without even trying.”

Her words struck you like a bolt of lightning. You had never intended to do so, never aimed to steal the Emperor’s affections. But it seemed that you had, by mere virtue of your presence, drawn him in. And now, the Empress—who had always been the embodiment of control—was looking at you with a mixture of fascination and something darker, something more complex.

But the shift in the Empress’s demeanor did not end with this conversation. Over the coming weeks, you found yourself summoned to her chambers more and more often. The Emperor, too, continued to seek your counsel, pulling you into his orbit with increasing frequency. You were no longer simply a servant—you were a confidant, a trusted advisor to both the Emperor and the Empress. Your life, once so simple and solitary, had become entangled in the intricacies of the royal family.

The Empress, however, was not content with simply learning about your life—she wanted to know you. She wanted to understand the effect you had on her husband, and in doing so, she found herself drawn to you in ways she hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t long before she, too, began to feel the pull of affection. It was subtle at first, a flicker of something that she could not suppress, but it grew with time. She found herself looking forward to your visits, seeking your advice not just as a ruler but as a woman, someone who was learning to see you not as a mere servant, but as something more—someone who had become indispensable to her life.

And as the days passed, your duties became a blur. You were constantly moving between the Emperor’s chambers and the Empress’s, giving advice, offering counsel, and, more and more, becoming the center of their attention. The once carefully maintained distance between them began to dissolve, replaced by a shared affection for you that neither could resist. The Emperor, who had once been reserved, now blushed at the mere sight of you. The Empress, who had been his unwavering partner in strategy, now found herself captivated by your presence in a way she had never expected.

You had become a pivotal force in their lives, and neither of them could ignore the pull they felt toward you—toward the person who had unknowingly become the object of both their hearts.

The tension between the Emperor and Empress had always been subtle, a fine thread that held them together in a dance of politics, duty, and mutual respect. To the outside world, they were a model of harmony, a perfect couple—one bound by the chains of royal tradition and the weight of their responsibilities. But beneath the surface, something had changed, something neither of them had expected. Both the Emperor and the Empress had, over time, found themselves falling for you. It was not the passionate romance of fairy tales, but something far more complicated, deeper, and far more dangerous.

At first, they had both denied it. How could they not? They had their roles, their status, their obligations to the kingdom and to their people. You were their servant—a humble, hardworking commoner whose presence had become an unexpected comfort to both of them. You had come into their lives with a quiet intensity, offering advice, providing comfort, and becoming someone they could rely on in ways neither of them had anticipated.

You, the one who had treated the sick with simple remedies, who had shown them how to live with both practicality and grace, were now the focus of their quiet affections. Both had tried to hide it from each other, both unsure of how to proceed, unsure of whether what they were feeling was something they could actually act on.

And yet, day after day, the distance between them grew as you became more intertwined in their lives. The Emperor began calling for you at odd hours, asking for advice on trivial matters just to spend more time with you. The Empress, equally intrigued, found herself seeking you out in the quiet moments of the evening, when she could finally relax and ask you about your past, about the things that shaped you, about everything that made you, you.

It was during one such evening that the unspoken tension between the two monarchs became too much to ignore. The Emperor had been particularly drawn to you that day, hanging on every word you spoke, laughing at the smallest jokes you made. His eyes would follow you around the room, studying your every movement as though trying to memorize it. The Empress, ever observant, had caught onto the way his gaze lingered on you, how the slightest mention of your name seemed to make his cheeks flush.

And she had noticed the way she, too, had started to feel drawn to you. Her heart would race when she thought of you, when she found herself seeking you out in moments when she should have been focused elsewhere. You had become her obsession, as much as you had become the Emperor’s.

One evening, after the Emperor had spent another long hour alone with you in the study, the Empress called for your presence in her chambers. You had no idea what to expect, but you had learned that, with them, every day seemed to hold the potential for something new.

When you entered, the Empress was sitting by the window, her eyes distant but intense. The evening sun cast a warm glow over her, highlighting the sharpness of her features and the calm elegance she always wore. She didn’t look at you immediately, but when she did, her gaze was more piercing than usual.

“Sit,” she commanded softly, her voice like silk, but there was something more behind it. You obeyed without hesitation, sensing that tonight would be different.

“I’ve been thinking,” the Empress began, her eyes never leaving you. “About the Emperor. And about how much time he’s been spending with you.”

You stiffened, unsure of where this conversation was going. “My lady, I—”

“No need for pleasantries,” she interrupted, raising a hand. “I’m not asking you to explain yourself. I want to know about you.”

Her eyes seemed to soften, but there was still that same unyielding intensity beneath the surface. “Tell me your story,” she continued, her voice quieter now, as if she was letting her guard down just a fraction. “Tell me how you became the person you are. What’s made you so… captivating?”

The word sent a chill down your spine. The Empress—usually so guarded and careful—was asking you to reveal yourself. And there was something in her tone that made it clear this wasn’t just idle curiosity. She wanted to understand you, to know you in a way she had never bothered with anyone else before.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing, and began to speak—about your childhood, about the simple life you once led, about the love you had for your family and the sacrifices you had made to get where you were. The Empress listened intently, her expression unreadable, but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes—a flicker of longing, of desire—that she didn’t bother to hide. And as you spoke, you felt the atmosphere shift around you, the air thickening with an intimacy that made you uneasy, yet drawn in all the same.

When you finished, there was a long silence. The Empress didn’t immediately speak, but when she did, her voice was laced with something new—a depth you hadn’t expected.

“You’re not just a servant, are you?” she said softly, almost to herself. “You’ve changed everything. He’s changed because of you, hasn’t he?”

You didn’t have to ask who “he” was. The Emperor, of course. But there was something in her tone now, something almost wistful. She wasn’t jealous. She was… curious. Interested. And more than a little captivated.

The Empress rose from her seat and walked over to you, standing just a few inches away, her gaze fixed firmly on you. “I’ve never seen him like this. Never. And I know he’s not the only one who feels this way.”

Her hand reached out, brushing gently against your cheek. “And now I understand. It’s not just him. It’s me too.”

You froze, unsure of how to react. She was close now, too close, but the intensity of her gaze left you rooted to the spot. The Empress was no longer the stoic, distant monarch you had once known. She was someone else entirely—someone whose emotions were raw, exposed, and directed at you.

“You’ve changed everything, haven’t you?” she murmured again, her voice soft but filled with an undeniable power. “I never thought I would feel this way, but now… I think I understand.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine. The warmth of her body, the depth of her gaze, and the knowledge of the Emperor’s own growing affection for you stirred something within you that you couldn’t deny. And then, in the silence that followed, it all became clear.

The Emperor and Empress were both in love with you. And neither of them was willing to let you slip away. They had been drawn to you—first with admiration, then with affection, and now, with an intensity neither of them had known before.

And as you sat there, caught between the two of them, a new realization settled into your heart. You were no longer just a servant. You were the heart of the empire. And soon, they would both show you how far they were willing to go to claim you as their own.

Days passed in a blur. The Emperor and Empress both seemed to vie for your attention, each of them calling on you for advice, for companionship, for counsel. You no longer had time for your duties. You were pulled between them constantly, and each time you were with one of them, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of their love, their devotion, drawing you in further. And you found yourself unable to resist.

It was the Emperor who spoke the words first, his voice soft but full of certainty. “We’ve been thinking about this… about you.”

The Empress was beside him, her hand gently resting on your shoulder as she leaned in, her voice low but unmistakably filled with desire. “We both want you. Not just for a fleeting moment, but for the rest of our lives.”

They looked at each other, an understanding passing between them. And then, in an unexpected moment of clarity, the Emperor turned to you with the question that had been lingering in the air for days.

“Would you have us both?” he asked, his voice unwavering.

You knew, then, that everything had changed. You weren’t just their servant anymore. You were the heart of their world. And with that realization, you understood that this—this love, this strange, complicated, beautiful love—was something that could not be undone.

And so, the night that followed was one of passion, of surrender, of union. The three of you—once separated by duty and distance—were now bound together by something far stronger, something that would hold you all in its embrace forever.

And as the night deepened, the boundaries between you all blurred, and what had begun as an impossible, unspoken desire became a reality. In the stillness of the royal chambers, the three of you found a closeness that could never be undone, a bond forged not just by politics, but by love—raw, deep, and all-consuming.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Could you write something about yandere Charlie but yn is an inspector trying to get rid of the mafias families ? 🥺

Sure thing! Gonna be honest, I wasn't really sure which direction to take this in, but I hope you still enjoy!

Yandere! Mafia Boss With An Inspector Darling

Gn! Reader

Warnings: Stalking, mentions of prison, mentions of being hit in the head with a baseball bat, mentions of guns, breaking in, kidnapping, yandere character, mafia stuff, snake gif at the end

Divider credit goes to @strangergraphics

Yandere! Charlie who knows who you are, and has for a while. It’s kind of hard not to, when your entire existence seems to revolve around taking him and anyone else associated with the mafia out. You’ve been on his radar for a while, really ever since you began busting mafia operations around your city in the first place.

Yandere! Charlie who does his best to stay off your radar, despite all his cockiness. He’s not afraid of you per se, he’s just a very cautious man. He cannot afford to lose any of his right hand men, nor does he want to get arrested, however strong his organization may be. If he’s ever gonna be taken out, it won’t be by some insignificant detective.

Yandere! Charlie who doesn’t really worry about whole ton about your work, not until you bust one of his major rivals, at least. This guy wasn’t a small fry in a larger organization like most of your previous arrests, he was the leader of his respective mafia, an incredibly hard person to contact let alone catch, even by Charlie’s standards. You’ve now suddenly become a much bigger threat to Charlie’s way of life, a threat that he can’t let stand. He’s risked a lot for the power he has, and he won’t let some insignificant detective get in the way of all his hard work.

Yandere! Charlie who’s now on high alert, designating time, resources, and energy just to keep tabs on you. It’s not too hard, it’s not like your profession is that much of a secret, but he can’t help but feel like there’s something more to you, something his surveillance won’t be able to catch. What if there's more than meets the eye, something even his informants won't be able to catch? Surely there must be, if you were able to bust one of his biggest opponents. Are maybe it was just a stroke of luck?

Charlie doesn't know, and he doesn't particularly care. Luck or not, he can't risk letting up on precautions, not for a second. His career depends on it.

Yandere! Charlie who quickly discovers that despite your skill, you aren't the most...protected. Sure you're a valued detective in the public eye, now revered by any sort of law enforcement within the city, but you don't actually have much in the way of keeping yourself safe, despite the high profile. In fact, your newfound fame has made your information far easier to find, more eyes on you than ever before. Your address is public information, so is your phone number, so getting everything else is basically childsplay to Charlie. For someone so skilled, the police force really weren't treating you like the commodity you are, were they?

Still, Charlie can't complain. The lack of security makes it so much easier to take you out, not that bodyguards would have done much anyway. Not in the face of Charlie's power.

Yandere! Charlie who wants to take you out, but doesn't. Not yet. Leaving you alone is a risk, but you could also be a massive help, if he plays his cards right. You could get rid of so many rivals for him, allowing him to completely dominate the most industries he's involved in without even realizing it. It's a risky move, but he's willing to gamble if it means he'll come out on top.

Yandere! Charlie who sits back and waits, eager to see what you'll do.

Yandere! Charlie who can't help but be impressed by your abilities as he continues to keep tabs on you, month after month. You've busted a couple more people since he started watching you, mostly lowly subordinates, but one or two bigger threats managed to cross your radar too, spelling out their own untimely demise. It takes you a surprisingly short amount of time to find the information you need to bust them, it's truly spectacular. You know exactly where to look, what to ask, and how to keep yourself safe while you sniff out more information. It leaves Charlie where you learned how to do everything you've been doing.

You're no ordinary person like he originally thought. No, you're something new. Something special. He could certainly use your kind of talent in his organization.

It doesn't help that you're utterly stunning either, at least in Charlie's opinion. Maybe it's just because you've impressed him, but he can't help but be drawn in by your beauty, your intelligence, and most importantly, your humanity. Despite your job, you truly love and care for the people around you, a virtue lacked by most of his own subordinates. Maybe it's just something he's not used to but...he can't help but need more. More of you.

...Is it bad that he wants your attention?

Yandere! Charlie who finds out the answer to that question when you suddenly set your sights on him, determined to take him down.

Yandere! Charlie who knows the game is up. He's surveilling you at all times so it's not like he should be worried, but he knows he can't risk leaving you to your devices any longer, not when his whole career is at stake. He could taunt you for the fun of it, but...

If he's learned anything, it's not to underestimate you. He won't make that mistake, not like his rivals did.

Yandere! Charlie who doesn't want to kill you, so he settles for kidnapping. It won't be too hard, he knows where you live, how secure your house is, and what weapons you have laying around, but still, he plans extensively, too paranoid to leave anything up to chance. He won't go in himself, he knows he can't risk it, but he also knows you can't do much against a large group of people while on your own. So, he forms a team of people, sends them to your house in the middle of the night, and waits.

Yandere! Charlie who can't help but smile when his team drags you back to his home, completely conked out. You certainly did put up a fight, the bodycam footage his underlings gathered made for great entertainment, but you were no match for a baseball bat that collided with the back of your skull. Charlie hated to see you get hurt, and he certainly would have tried other methods of bringing you home if he had been there, but...you were trying to shoot some of his team, so hey, they did what they had to!

Yandere! Charlie who doesn't even try to pretend he's someone else when you come to, in a fully furnished room you don't recognize. He'll get your personal belongings later, but he wanted to make sure you knew where you were when you woke up, who he was, what situation you're in. He'll make sure to commend you for your work, but he can't keep the smugness out of his voice as he gloats his victory, making sure you know there's no chance of help coming for you now.

Yandere! Charlie who expects the hatred on your face. The only surprising thing about the whole situation is how naive you seemed to be. Did you really think nobody was going to try and come for you? Did you really think you were safe, after all you've done? You should be happy that he's the one who got to you first, anyone else and you would have suffered a much worse fate.

Yandere! Charlie who revels in the attention you're giving him, even if it's negative. He knows your hatred is only temporary, he can offer you so much more than your previous job paid, and you'd have so much more power too! All you'd have to do is agree to work with him, staying by his side as you dominate the crime world.

Yandere! Charlie who leaves you to your own devices, shutting you inside your room with a smirk on his face. He'd hate to wait your talent, but he knows now is not exactly the time for a business proposal, especially since you've dedicated your whole career to taking people like him down. Still, he hopes you'll rest easy knowing your talent won't be wasted, not if you let it be.

You'll warm up to him, he's sure of it. After all, what other choice do you have?

I hope you enjoyed!

[luc1dw0rld]

Sun!boyfriend who is literally the embodiment of the sun.

Sun!boyfriend who’s body temperature is always warm or hot, being perfect for the winter

Sun!boyfriend who met you at the cult the humans had for him, you were taken there to be ‘converted’

Sun!boyfriend who is the opposite of what you would think for the embodiment of the Sun.

Sun!boyfriend who is shy and socially awkward. The only time he expresses energy is with you and when talking about his family.

Sun!boyfriend whose love language is quality time and gift giving.

Sun!boyfriend who gives you small trinkets, many that reflect the sun

Sun!boyfriend who is touch starved, he was taken from his family at a young age. (His twin was very affectionate, the abrupt stop made him crave it more)

Sun!boyfriend who is excited over the fact you want to meet his family, he happily tells you stories of him and his siblings.

Sun!boyfriend that likes to take dates under the moon, he says it makes him feel like he is sharing it with his twin (they share everything)

Sun!boyfriend that will marry you if you can get his family back

Sun!boyfriend who is nervous about you liking his twin, he already knows they will like you.

Sun!boyfriend who calls you his star, love, honey

Part two?

[father-salus]

Yandere!fallen star x reader

WARNING: NSFW, blood, stalking, breeding kink

As you lay in your room hoping the sandman will visit and bring along a dream so sweet it'll give you cavities, you see a star from your window that looks like it's getting closer and closer.

Until,

a small ball of light slowly descends right before your eyes. Light gradually taking on the form of a man covered in a white gown.

It was luminous at first, but the straight edges of the light slowly curl into lush, smooth hair. A pale appearance and the darkest of eyes. The man looked as though he had been painted with watercolour and clouds.

Your eyes stared in awe at the sight before you,"what are you..."

As he stepped towards you, he spoke in a low voice,"Your wish."

Surely an angel you thought, or maybe he's just a normal man playing tricks on you. No, how could you think that after what you saw.

Fingers placed at the nape of your neck pull you out from your head, his lips enclose yours in a sweet kiss lasting only a second, in a breathy voice he says,"your wish, only yours"

His eyes held a sort of hunger that could only be seen in a starving man. "I've waited so long for you my love, so long..."

Once again he clamps down his lips onto yours, this time much more ferocious and thirsty. His hands start to wander and hold onto your waist , he shoves his way into your bed right on top of you leaving no escape.

As he pulls away a string of saliva connects the two of you like a silk thread.

You question once again,"what... are you?"

He looked at you with a pained expression, one that made you guilty as if you had just told him a tragedy. "Don't you remember me my love? I prayed for you just as you had for me, I need you."

It all came rushing back to you, a loney night, a bottle of drink, and a clasped hand knelt in prayer. You wanted companionship so badly, you believed only God could grant you what you wished for. A lover fixated on only you, the only words they spoke were for your mind only and their love meant only to keep you and you alone warm.

You reached out your hand in an attempt to touch the skies.

Little did you know that night, the sky reached back.

You notice now, how soft and tepid his embrace felt. The touch of a lover willing to do anything for you. Their only desire and craving.

but the embrace slowly tightened around you, holding you with strength not from this world.

You squeaked,"stop! Stop! What are you doing! You're hurting me."

"Who is that man?"

You look over to the image hie eyes are locked on in a crazed manner akin to a wild beast.

A picture of your friend

"It's just my friend, please let go you're hurting me, please!"

He spoke then with a sharp tone, a bizarre difference from the previous soft-spoken man," I only see you, I only think of you, I only care for you. I only need you, why do you need anyone else?"

Now your skin was starting to bruise, you screamed helplessly," LET GO OF MEEE!" His distinguishable thin figure vanishes into vapour. Your door slammed open as your mother came in worried," Oh my god, what was that scream? Are you ok sweetie?"

Just as you were going to say something you noticed nobody was there.

"Nothing... just had a nightmare..."

From then on, you had night mares every night. You never saw him again but you were sure he was watching you.

Waking up in cold sweat, feeling your thighs warm up like there's a cluster of soft curls touching the inner Conners and, worst of all, the wet, soppy liquid always present in between your legs.

It was all proof. He was still here.

Right before you go to sleep today, you decided to pretend. Pretend to be sleeping to lure out your Obsessive admirer. Every trap needs a bait, you put on your silky nightwear that clung to your skin and made it look like you just came out the shower. You tossed you underwear aside, opting to allow your prey a glance of what he was missing. A song played on repeat in the background aiding your attempt at seduction.

An hour went by, then another and another. Just when you were going to give up and go to sleep, you felt fingers creeping up your thighs.

A low chuckle sounded out, "My love, my sweet darling. Don't you think I'd know if my better half is sleeping or not? I count your every breath, listening to your heartbeat like it's the song of the whales. Still"

The delicate but determined fingers spread you thighs apart as a familiar thin man came to fill in the gap. Slowly, his face reached yours as his chest pressed against you,

" an effort like this must be rewarded. "

His arms guided your hands down to your clit as he took your lips in bated breath. A hand grabbed the back of your head and held onto your hair. A finger gently played with the entrance of your cunt. Then as he kissed you deeper, you felt the finger stab into your cunt. Another one joined as the wet sticky fluid covered his fingers. You were shaking already from just two digits, last came the third and his hand went in and out bluntly, focusing more on force and speed than rhythm. Too dazed to keep your hand right where he left it. He took out his fingers and grasped your hand tightly, forcing you to pleasure yourself.

He took off his gown and guided your other hand to his d!ck. He sat up and placed you on his lap, he once again gave ypu that warm embrace he had given you on the first day," baby... don't you know how much I love you? I won't live without you I swear please... p-please~ " a moan escaped from his mouth when you picked up the speed of your strokes.

He quickly took the opportunity to shove his d!ck into your loosened cunt and played with your supple breasts.

Squelching sounds, lewd moans and the musky scent of a mixture of your sweat permeated in the room. A disgusting show of lust and desire painted across your sheets. You reached your climax much sooner than him who went on for another minute or so before he left his seed in your cunt.

His cum unable to fit in the same hole, flowed out around his d!ck.

You slumped onto him tired and exhausted.

"B-baby... we'll have the most beautiful family ever, I promise. Me, my love, and our baby... we'll be so happy, I'll make sure of it." His words came out in a worn-out voice stuttering and just now recovering from the weariness.

"It's your wish after all."

[aventurineswife]

"GUYS CHILL WITH THEM REQS, I JUST WOKE UP EARLY TO FINISH THEM"

Ahem. Alright, Sweetheart! Time for my request. Would you mind writing for either Aventurine, Sunday, or Shadow? (Or multiple, up to you how you'd like to go about this.) I'd adore to see you write out a scenario where our reader attempts to behave more dominantly, or take the lead on a date. Perhaps initiating kisses, touch, n' even trying their hand at flirting when they're normally quiet/shy; only to utterly embarrass themselves in the process of doing so, regretting their attempts to impress/surprise their beloved. The wholesome sort of mistake that leads to one side laughing genuinely, n' the other left an awkward mess- unsure whether to laugh as well or cry at their failure. 🤭 Example being; they'd get in somewhat of a vulnerable position, perhaps sat on top of their partner, leaning in for a kiss- only for their position to really process in their mind and they quickly pull away. Their attempt to escape stopped as they're held in place and simply told something around the lines of "Don't keep me waiting, Sweetheart-"

Playing with Fire

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Shadow (OC) x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Fluff, Lighthearted, Humorous, Romance, Awkwardness, Self-Doubt, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mild Embarrassment, Self-Consciousness, Slight Angst (due to awkward moments), Humor (related to awkward situations), Light Romance.

A/N: FIRST REQ OF SHADOW!! 🤭💖 Chat, help why is my oc so fine wtf 😔🧍‍♀️

It started with a bold idea. You had decided that for once, you’d take the lead on your date with Aventurine. He was always the one with the upper hand, his playful quips and devil-may-care confidence leaving you flustered and scrambling for words. But not tonight. No, tonight was your night to shine.

Seated in Aventurine’s lavish penthouse, your chance came. He was sprawled on the velvet couch, his eyes flickering in the candlelight, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Well, sweetheart, what’s on your mind? You��ve been staring at me like I’m a winning hand.”

Summoning your courage, you straddled his lap, placing your hands on his chest. It was a move you’d rehearsed in your head a dozen times. Aventurine’s eyebrows shot up, intrigued. “Oh? Bold tonight, are we?”

You leaned in, intending to whisper something suave—something that would leave him speechless for once. But the words caught in your throat, and instead of sultry, all that came out was a stammered, “H-how’s it feel to be, uh, sitting under—no, wait, me sitting on—no—um…”

Aventurine burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking beneath your hands. “Darling,” he chuckled, his voice a rich, warm tease. “I think you just folded before the game even started.”

Face burning, you tried to scramble off his lap, but his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you in place. He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Now, now. Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart. What were you going to do next?”

“I—I don’t know!” you wailed, hiding your face against his shoulder, utterly mortified.

Aventurine’s laugh softened into a genuine smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re adorable when you try to play my game. But next time, leave the gambles to me.”

[Header credits]

It was a cozy evening at Shadow’s bakery, the scent of freshly baked pastries filling the air. You’d convinced her to take a break, pulling her onto the couch in the back room. Usually, Shadow was the one in charge—planning dates, spoiling you with gifts, and making sure you were always comfortable. Tonight, you wanted to turn the tables.

As she sipped her tea, you took a deep breath and slid closer. “You know,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady, “you’re always the one looking out for me. Maybe I should return the favor.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

You placed your hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back against the couch, straddling her lap. It was bold—bold enough to make your heart pound in your chest—but you were determined to follow through. “Like this,” you said, leaning in with what you hoped was a confident smile.

But as soon as her eyes locked onto yours, the reality of your position hit you. You froze, suddenly hyper-aware of your hands on her shoulders, your knees on either side of her thighs. “I—uh—never mind!” you stammered, trying to back away.

Before you could escape, Shadow’s hands gripped your waist, holding you in place. “Oh no,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Finish what you started.”

Your face burned as she smirked, clearly amused by your attempt at dominance. “I—uh—was just kidding?” you tried, but Shadow only chuckled, her grip firm yet gentle.

“Nice try,” she said, leaning in until her face was inches from yours. “But you don’t need to impress me. I already think you’re perfect.”

Before you could respond, she kissed you, her lips soft and warm against yours. When she pulled back, her smile was both playful and reassuring. “Now, are you going to relax, or do I need to tie you to this couch?”

You groaned, burying your face in her shoulder. “I’ll relax!”

Shadow laughed, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. “That’s my sweetheart.”

The stars above were breathtaking, a glittering tapestry that seemed to stretch endlessly across the sky. Sunday had chosen a quiet meadow for your date, a place far from the noise of the world, where only the two of you existed.

As he spoke, his voice soft and melodic, you found yourself staring at him. His hair caught the starlight, his eyes glowing like the sun. You decided, in that moment, to surprise him. You weren’t usually the bold type, but you wanted to see that composed exterior falter.

You reached out, brushing his hand with yours, and when he turned to you with a curious tilt of his head, you leaned forward, aiming to kiss him. But halfway there, your nerves betrayed you. Your lips brushed his chin instead, and in your panic, you pulled back too quickly, tripping over your own feet and landing awkwardly on the grass.

Sunday blinked, then let out a soft, genuine laugh that sent warmth through your chest. “Are you alright?” he asked, offering you a hand up.

“I was trying to, uh, kiss you,” you mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

He helped you up, his golden eyes twinkling with mirth. “I gathered that. It was... unexpected. But endearing.”

You groaned, covering your face. “I just embarrassed myself, didn’t I?”

Sunday gently pulled your hands away, his touch feather-light. “Not at all,” he murmured, his voice warm. “It’s the thought that counts, and yours was lovely. But next time…” He cupped your cheek, leaning in close. “Don’t pull away.”

With that, he kissed you, a slow and tender meeting of lips that made your heart race. When he pulled back, there was a faint smile on his face. “See? Much better.”

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

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what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

[pyrodolls]

SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER

WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

[valentine-cafe]

Hi! So this is first of my orders per the question I asked earlier today! :3 Its a smut: Can I get like a scenario for tiramisu (alessio) and the herrera husbands (209) (alessio separately, husbands together please :3), when their virgin partner (fem or gn afab reader) shyly asks them to get eaten out by them for the first time? I mean lets be honest, living or being around these hot ass people would do numbers on me? (corruption kink go brrrrrrrr) I need us to be embarrassed and red like a lobster asking them this 🙂‍↕️ and then us being an absolute mess when its happening. Thank you! I shall await my order with a baited breath :3

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they know to take it slow with their virgin darling. but then you just had to come up to them and ask if they could eat you out. how shameless.

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﹙ alessio 781. ﹚. . . fucking tease !! 🍒 : He's always told you he'd take things slow. Wait until you were ready. As such, you made the agreement that if you so pleased, you would come up to him and tell him what you wanted.

Easier said than done. Especially when the bastard shoots you a grin from his spot on his black leather couch. You wish the floor would swallow you whole, and still, your feet plaster to it. Unable to move an inch while you burn up.

"What was that baby?" The controller in his hand finds the table beside him. He has more important matters at hand. Like your pretty, shy eyes and the fiddle of your fingers.

He pats his lap. Despite your timidness you comply. Settle on his lap and remind yourself just how much bigger he is than you. If his hands littered in rings dwarfing your waist didn't drive the point home enough.

Alessio leans back. Strikes you a grin. Butterflies erupt in your tummy from that look in his eyes. No running now. No backing out.

You huff. Ignore the heat on your face. The race of your heart. "You - " there he goes with a squeeze to your thighs again. "You heard me 'essio. . ."

The whine in the back of your throat tickles his sadism. Pretty little thing in his lap, all flustered and asking him to tuck between her legs? How couldn't it?

"Awww but baby, need you to say it. Can do that for me, can't you?" That cock of his head. That sly grin. You envision fingers pulling on the dark strands in retaliation, but you'll behave.

"Need to make sure I heard right," damn his croon. "So say it again. Say - 'I want you to eat my pussy out'."

You squeal. Swat his shoulder. What a foul mouth! And he has the audacity to laugh at you right after. Then fix his palms at their home on your hips. Slip them back and squeeze. Shove you forward in a bully-esque demonstration of his strength compared to yours.

With hung, dark eyes mirrored to his grin"Say it." His gaze runs up and down your timid form. As if looking for hidden treasures. You know this man you call your boyfriend. Know what a tease he is.

So with whatever strength you can muster and a quiet apology to the last innocent part in your mind, you clear your throat.

"Can. . . you . . . can - can you please -"

Another yank. You're toppled over him. His piercings nearly kiss your flustered face. "Hmm?"

"Can - can you - please - . . . y'know. . ."

"Nooo baby, I don't." What a cruel croon.

What a cruel lover. Sadistic ass. Seems you have no choice, huh?

"Want you to eat my - my. . . eat my pussy out," quivering. You're quivering. "Please."

The flicker across his face tells you he's more than satisfied. The swat to your ass confirms it. Doesn't stop the whine that you give him before burying your face into his shoulder. As if you could hide from your embarrassment.

"Of course baby." He mumbles to your ear. You feel that stupid grin against the shell. What a tease.

Well, until he's between your legs. Flushed up into your trembling thighs with his tongue buried against your heat. Poor you. Head tossed back. Chest rising and falling in quick increments. Hands lost in the sea of his dark hair.

Dare you say you missed his teasing. His tongue knew nothing of the sort. It's as relentness as his lips. They suckle on your clit and make you squeeze around his head. He has the audacity to click his tongue - grip your thighs and shove them wide.

"Keep 'm spread pretty girl." His tongue runs on your slit. Up and down with bobbed head movements as emerald hues fix to your fucked-out expression. The tremble of your lips when his silver piercing catches on your clit.

Grip his hair tighter. Sing for him so prettily. You wanted this — don't think he's stopping. Not after he's had a taste. Not after you squirt on his face for the second - third - fourth time.

"E-Essio - Alessio -! It's - mnghh - p-please - please."

You nearly have his eyes rolling back. He clamps strong arms skilled with years of mercenary work round your thighs. Shoves them back and glues his mouth to your fluttering pussy. Grinds into it. Flicks his tongue on your clit. Pushes it inside. Fucks you on it until you're clenching around the pink muscle and whining for all you're worth.

"Wanted this pretty girl," he slurs into your cunt. Smacks his lips and groans into your trickle of slick. "Asked so prettily for it - fuck - 'm just giving ya what you wanted."

And he's right. So all you really can do is cling to his hair. Catch his heated gaze with your loopy eyes and buck into his drenched face. All while he's lapping. So careless of your juices dripping down his neck and staining the collar of his black shirt.

꒰ mercenary ˖ inhuman ˖ punkgoth character ꒱

 

﹙ herrera husbands. ﹚. . . over-eager !! 🍓 : When would you ever get them to yourself again? Granted they are still working, albeit in the manor office.

You've grown accustomed to your busy lovers. Still, it doesn't quell the several desires bloomed within your gut. Doesn't stop the need for them. You're tired of your own hands - your pillow — and they're right here so - why waste it?

Maybe that's where you found the strength within yourself to ask such a blunt question. All that confidence bled into the wooden floors the second their gazes fixed to you. Arched brows. Even some surprise in their eyes.

Oh no. Maybe - maybe you can't do this.

You sport a timid smile. Fiddle your fingers and direct your gaze away. Anywhere but on your lovers who seem thrown back at your question. Still, you manage to continue. "I - I know you two are busy so. . . maybe later - or -"

Rishen puts seconds to shame. He's in front of you within the blink of an eye. Head tilted to the side and a crinkle at the centre of his brows. What a teasing smile he dons. "Oh?"

"It appears our darling has forgot her shame. What a brazen question." Jìngyí finished the sentence as his hand props his chin. You hear the smirk in his tone even with the scientist blocking your view.

You gulp. Nearly stumble back. Alas Rishen's hands are faster. They settle on your hips. Squeeze and yank you in. "Now now. Where are you running?"

His face is but a breath away from yours. The tease of his red lipstick nearly has you whining. Your hands exchange hold on his shoulders as the skid of the office chair rolls through the room. Followed by calm footsteps. The sight of Jìngyí grows over his husband's shoulder. Smiling. Just as Rishen is.

Two cold palms grace your shoulders. Cold like the whisper to your flushed ear. "Surely, you are not backing out now, darling?"

You're made acutely aware of what it's like to be squished between them. Fire and ice both whispering the same, filthy promise.

Indeed, the memory of being between them will be etched into your mind. With your head hung back on Rishen's lap while Jìngyí swims between our legs. Tongue endlessly lapping on your quivered cunt like a man starved.

You were almost startled by the serpentine attribute of his tongue. How it flicked the forked parting on your clit. How it delved deep through your throbbing pussy. If you were to look down you'd see the gaze of amber staring at your pathetic appearance. Flushed. Arched. So that your tits bounce up every now and then into Rishen's eager hold.

His fingers tweak and roll your hard nipples between his fingers. His lips fall on yours as he leans over. Mumbles filthy praises that have you spilling all over Jìngyí's face.

"Doing so well. Look at you. Virgin pussy's taking it so well."

The doctor synches with the praises of his husband. Lips wrap around your to suckle hard and send you over the edge once again. Clenched around nothing. Well, until his tongue runs back down to catch your slick. Fuck your trembled hole again.

"She's so sweet," groans Jìngyí, heart eyes staring up at you. He gives Rishen a little look, who in turn snatches you by the hair and makes you face those gold eyes. Stare into them as Jìngyí oh so messily eats you out.

"There we go." With his hum comes a small whine from Rishen who leans over to suck on your tits instead.

"Also want a taste, gege. Don't be greedy."

Let's just say, the husbands had quite the time switching between your body. How can they not give you every orgasm you've craved and more with those pretty, teary eyes of yours?

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[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐄

w.c › 11k

plot › this Drabble I had, but expanded. And changed the ending for this part.

warnings › for all characters in the group — faceclaim. Bottom male reader. Age gap, reader is four years older than OC. Reader’s last name is Hong. Unreliable narrator. Slow burn, Mingi is the main romance but you do dabble with the other members.

kinks › body worship, cross dressing, size difference

Words to know › maknae (막내) — youngest. Hyung (형) — a term a younger male with call an older male. Dongsaeng (동생) — little brother/sister, doesn’t have to be a biological sibling/can be a friend. Aegyo(애교) — a way of acting cute in Korea culture.

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At the age of twenty-one, you thought had run out of time to debut. You did end up debuting with five other boys, as the leader no less. Of course being from a small company meant your debut wasn’t that big but it was better than nothing.

The group was called 미라클 (Miracle). The company wanted a boy group to sell a boyfriend fantasy to fans, especially female fans.

You and your group were even advertise as specific types of boyfriends.

Hong (Name), leader of Miracle had a nice ring to it. Advertised as the no-nonsense boyfriend, cold but caring.

박요한 (Park Yohan), sub vocalist and lead dancer of Miracle. Debuted at the age of twenty. Advertised as the athletic boyfriend, energetic and upbeat.

김기현 (Kim Kihyun), lead vocalist and main dancer of Miracle. He was the same age as Yohan. Advertised as the artistic boyfriend, writes music just for you (the fan).

박도하 (Park Doha), main rapper of Miracle. Debuted at the age of nineteen. Advertised as the bad boy, with a hidden heart of gold.

양효진 (Yang Hyojin), sub vocalist and lead rapper of Miracle, under the stage name Jin. Debuted at the age of eighteen. Advertised as the guitarist boyfriend, shy but sweet.

최민기 (Choi Mingi), main vocalist of Miracle. The maknae, debuting at age seventeen. Advertised as the golden retriever boyfriend, naive and well meaning.

With the two underage members, you were a bit worried about them being used to portray a fantasy. But any worries you had were always pushed aside. In the end you ended up trying to protect Mingi and Hyojin by yourself, and even the other members.

Which led to the first two years of your group to label you as “Miracle’s Dad.”

It didn’t bother you, though it did ruin the whole boyfriend image for you. Most of the fans could only really see you as the group’s parent, and by extension, their own.

The company ended up leaning into it. Follow the money or whatever.

The groups debut was school boy concept. It made sense though you felt weird being twenty-one dancing in a school uniform. Over time as the members grew older, the company allowed you guys to experiment to more mature music.

But the group really blew up when the group was four years old. You had turned twenty-five and basically begged the company to finally allow the group to have a sensual concept.

They refused, obviously. But they allowed the b-side that you’d guys promote be just a little bit sensual.

Embarrassing to say that you quickly leaned into it. You performed the b-side as if your rent was due. In the end it worked out for you.

Who knew acting sexual on stage would make people like you more. It also helped that you wore revealing clothes in comparison to everyone else. The stylist practically went to town with your outfit.

Skin tight leather pants that had a hole on your right thigh. A black crop top that showed off your stomach, a waist chain, and heavy black eye makeup. Most of all, a freaking choker that you purposefully played with during the performance.

In any case, your little performance helped bring Miracle more fans. The next fan meeting was sold out in just one day! A first for your group.

Which lead to today, the fan meeting.

“Are you going to wear a choker again?”

You flinched as a chin rest on your shoulder. Your eyes moved from your phone as you glanced over at Yohan, who had just finished makeup. Yohan gave you a cheeky smirk as you rolled your eyes and pushed him away.

“Why would I wear it for a fan meeting? The theme is costumes.” You said, checking the time. You were next to get your outfit and makeup down. The fan meeting had fallen on Halloween so the company took the chance to have you all dress up.

Yohan was a butler by the looks of it. His dyed pink hair slicked back, a pair of fake glasses on the bridge of his nose. He pulled out his phone, “you sure you don’t want to get a side account? The fans are funny as fuck.”

He’d been pestering you about seeing what everyone online thought about you but you weren’t exactly into that. Besides, it’s for the fans mostly, wouldn’t it be weird if you bothered them?

“Hong (Name).”

“Gotta go.” You said, getting up.

“I hope they put you in another choker!”

Yohan was right, you would be getting a choker again.

But not in the way you thought.

You stared in the mirror just as a few staff members told your group that the fans were here.

You were dressed a princess, Cinderella to be exact. Y’know, you expected something to go with the recent rise of your popularity. Something sexy, not this cute outfit. The blonde wig was cheap but still managed to look decent due to the stylist’s touches.

The dress was blue and puffy, somehow fitting you. It was knee length, possibly due to your height. There was a bit of tightness around your chest. Was this originally for a girl? You shook your head. There was a blue little choker that matched the light blue gloves you wore.

The shoes you wore were just sneakers, the stylist got lazy at the end. You had on white thigh highs that had a frilly top at the end. Despite your slight disappointment, you couldn’t lie that you were cute.

The stylist did perfect girlish make up on you, somehow managing to make your face look feminine. Oh well, you could cross off cross dressing on your bucket list!

“Looking good, Princess!” Yohan appeared behind you, grinning. Kihyun was right beside him, taking in your outfit.

Kihyun was a cowboy. His hat slipping down when he looked back up at you. “You look good, Hyung. Did you shave?” He pushed the hat back up.

“I usually shave.” You said, shrugging. “Hairless legs feel nice.”

Yohan hummed. “Hm,” he fixed your wig when it looked tilted. “Maybe I should shave. Hey, Kihyun, wanna help a hyung out?”

“Don’t even come near me.” Kihyun rolled his eyes, quickly walking away.

“Look at him… Our dongsaengs are so mean nowadays.” Yohan shook his head as he let out an exasperated sigh. You rolled your eyes and began to drag Yohan out to the back of the stage.

Everyone else was already there.

The staff motioned for you all to rush out onto stage one by one. The youngest went first. You almost felt nervous going out but stood tall as you walked out last.

The fans screams were almost deafening. You almost covered your ears subconsciously. Your lips twitched as you tried to fight back a smile, it was one of the few times they ever screamed that loud when you came on stage.

It was always Mingi or Kihyun, the most biased out of the group.

The fan meet went as it always does. Miras, Miracle’s fandom name, were excited to see the group. Little dances or karaoke performances of other groups songs. For the first time, fans actually called out your name to take more pictures of you.

Any nervousness you had over the dress was long gone by this point. You decided to let loose and get into the ‘princess’ persona. Doha was dressed a vampire so you posed together for the fan cameras.

“Bite him!”

“Bite him, Doha-Ssi!”

Doha glanced over at you. You could instantly tell the mischievous aura that was beaming from him as his lips slowly pulled into a smirk. Before you could even attempt to run away his hand grabbed your arm as he pulled you close.

Miras screamed as he playfully bit your neck. You squirmed as you could only laugh, reaching to push him away but he easily grabbed both of your wrists. He held them tight as he held his pose so the fan girls could take as many pictures as possible.

Finally he pulled away. You glared at him and quickly got your revenge by ‘accidentally’ hitting your knee against his crotch. Doha went down with a whimper.

Yohan quickly walked over, but not to help as he kneeled and took a quick selfie. “I hope they make memes of this!” He laughed, moving to sit on top of Doha’s back as the younger muttered out a short prayer for his crotch.

You glanced over to see what the other members were doing. Mingi was being told to do multiple poses while Kihyun and Hyojin were trying on different hand bands Miras had brought on. That gave you the idea to find one for yourself.

Hopefully it wouldn’t miss with your wig. Wouldn’t want to go bald on stage.

You were sitting on top of the table on the stage, grabbing one of the gifts that Miras brought in. As you debated between the cat ears or frog hat, a hand suddenly gripped your thigh.

Your body jumped as you glanced up to see who was touching you to see it was only Mingi. He was dressed in an ancient Korean costume, complimented with a Korean hat. It was no wonder the fans kept telling him to be an actor.

He looked straight out of a historical kdrama.

“Something wrong?” You finally asked, calming down when you realized it was just him. Weirdly enough he was covering you from the fans. Hm.

Mingi stared down at you, his face blank. His dyed blonde hair was pulled into a little bun to fit into the hat. Light makeup applied to his fox like features, red lipstick on his lips. You didn’t mean to but you stared at his lips for a moment before quickly looking back up.

His eyes narrowed in on your neck. You reached up to touch your neck and felt the teeth marks Doha left. Damn, you didn’t realize he had bitten that hard. Just as you glanced up at Mingi he was looking at your face.

“Your dress is short.” Mingi said, a grin pulling on his lips. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “You almost flashed everyone else.”

You gasped, glancing back at the fans. “Really?! Did they see anything?”

“No, I came just in time. They just…” Mingi glanced down at your thighs. The dress had ridden up to show off the bare skin of your thighs that weren’t covered by your socks. It was really close to showing the boxers you were wearing.

Mingi shook his head. “They didn’t see anything. Be careful next time, Hyung. Wouldn’t want anyone to… see you like this.”

“Thanks.” You simply said, giving him a little smile. Your lips pursed as you glanced back at the cat ears and frog hat. “Minnie, which one should I wear? Cat ears or frog hat?” You held up the two items.

He took the two from your hand before placing the cat ears back on the table. You made the attempt to reach for the frog hat, believing that’s what he chose for you until he stopped you.

You watched as he untied the hat he was wearing, taking it off before resting it on your head. He placed the frog hat on his head and then tied the Korean hat properly on you, making sure it was stable before pulling away.

“I wanted the frog hat. I think it’ll look better on me.” Mingi smirked. He fixed your dress, pulling it down to give you some modesty before stepping away to stop covering you.

“Ah…” You could only stare at him. That felt weird but you didn’t know why. He just wanted to switch hats. That’s all. You were making it weird.

He’s someone you have to take care of! You pinched yourself to push any weird thoughts in your head as you slipped off the table.

The rest of the fan meet was smooth sailing. Mingi didn’t bother you. Doha was mewing for the camera while Yohan would randomly start breakdancing for no reason. Kihyun and Hyojin were once again in their own little world.

Though they were nice enough to let you sit on the sideline. You sometimes wondered if they had something on side. In a hour or so the fan meet was done.

You all practically rushed to get home. While you loved interacting with fans, you always felt insanely tired after. There was always a certain persona you had to have—especially the one that the company had given you.

As you sat in the company van, you glanced over at Yohan. He was snickering at something on his phone. You leaned closer to see what it was.

It was a video of you hitting Doha in the balls. From the angle, it was so obvious it wasn’t an accident. As Yohan swiped down to the comments, so many fans were laughing. Lots of them saying Doha had to say goodbye to having children.

“It’s funny, right?” Yohan suddenly asked, looking up at you.

You flinched before nodding, not seeing the purpose of lying now. “Yeah, I guess. Is that all they do?”

“They do fan edits and even fan art. I found an edit of my breakdancing already.” Yohan showed the video. The edit made his dancing look cooler than it actually was. You rolled your eyes, of course Yohan would like it.

“You should really just take a look,” Yohan looked back down at his phone. “It’s cool seeing how they talk about us.”

The driver started the car as you glanced out the window. Maybe Yohan wasn’t wrong. It wouldn’t hurt to take a little peek at what Miras are doing.

Besides… you wanted to see if maybe Miras saw you outside of being ‘Miracle’s Dad.’

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After taking a nice shower, you got dressed in some loose pajamas. Since Miracle was a four year group, the company finally allowed you all to not room in one apartment as six men.

Though they could only afford a three apartments, meaning you would still have to room with someone. The apartments were all on the same floor and right near each other. Meaning there were days your band mates would still bother you like a little kid.

Yohan and Doha were roommates.

Kihyun and Hyojin, unsurprising to everyone.

That left you and Mingi. You thought he would’ve been upset about that but he was calm. If you were delusional enough, you would’ve thought he was even happy.

But you aren’t delusional.

You could hear Mingi gaming in the living room. You almost attempted to go out and ask him to keep the volume down but just as you opened the door, the volume was already low. Hm, he was a smart guy.

With that settled, you turned on your colorful fairy lights and plopped down onto your bed. You responded to any text messages that came up when you got bored.

Your finger pressed on Twitter. You were logged onto the group’s official account. As you scrolled past what the company posted—you suddenly got the urge to see what the fans were doing.

Just for a second. Just for a little bit.

You got to work and logged out of the account, making a side account. To better infiltrate Miras, you made a small little fan account.

Perhaps you are a little bit conceited but you decided to use your own picture as the profile picture. You used one from the fan meet today. That blonde wig was really pretty on you, why shouldn’t you enjoy it a bit more?

After creating the account, you began scrolling through the more major fan accounts. There were of course a lot for Kihyun and Mingi. That much you expected it.

There were many viral tweets of Mingi in his costume. So many Miras squealing that he would make a perfect actor. One post had over 100k likes.

As you scrolled through the many posts of Miras saying they wanted to “bounce on that dick” you came across a profile that an ‘18+’ in their handle.

What could they be posting to have such an handle?

Curiosity got the best of you. You pressed in their account to check it out. The account had Yohan as their profile, an older one of him, possibly at your debut. It was named @hanniesmira

The first few posts were just of Yohan taken at the fan meet. Her captions were pretty sweet, you wondered how bad things could get. Until you came across a tweet she had of Yohan and Doha.

It was when Yohan had just finished his ridiculous breakdancing. You remembered Miras yelling for Doha to bite him since he was in arms length of him.

The caption read:

→ you cant tell me DH hasn’t fucked Yhn in this type of position before!!!

‘DH?’ ‘Yhn?’ Why did she censor their name like that? You didn’t question it and decided to see how she could possibly get this perverted idea of Yohan and Doha. The video started with Yohan standing up after his breakdancing, breathing heavily as he wiped at his face.

The Miras in the video began to tell Doha to quickly bite Yohan while he’s distracted. Doha gave them a thumb ups before inching close to an oblivious Yohan. Yohan seemed to notice something was wrong judging by the giggles from Miras.

He made an attempt to run when Doha delivered his attack. Two of Doha’s fingers easily hooked itself in Yohan’s belt hoops of his pants and pulled him back with ease. His free hand reached up and gripped Yohan’s chin as he harshly tilted his head to the right.

Doha delivered the quick bite into Yohan’s neck. Yohan winced as his free hand reached up and gripped Doha’s hair as he could only take Doha’s attack. The video ended just as Doha pulled away and Yohan turned to face him, an unreadable expression on his face.

Oh.

Okay you could see it. That was a bit… 

You must’ve been daydreaming to not have noticed that oddly sexually charged interaction. So maybe this girl wasn’t crazy. Now intrigued, you decided to continue on.

There were other videos of the fan meet. Though she wasn’t just a Yohan and Doha solo fan. She retweeted a few posts of Kihyun and Hyojin.

Kihyun was leaning over to wipe something off Hyojin’s lips. You didn’t see how any of that was romantic but thought back to the fact you practically did that for every member multiple times.

You really did act like a dad…

Time passed as you started to sink deeper into the ‘NSFW’ side of Miras. You learned Miras ‘censored’ names to hide posts from the searches. Kihyun and Hyojin were a major couple, many fan fictions made about them. Almost every Mira agreed that they were secretly dating.

Yohan and Doha was a different story. It seemed most people fought over who would top.

Then there was other ships. Hyojin and Doha. Yohan and Kihyun. Kihyun and Doha. Hyojin and Yohan. Even with Mingi. Mingi was mostly shipped with Hyojin. You wondered why you weren’t showing up at much, feeling oddly left out.

Weird, you were wondering why no one was over analyzing your sex life!

Just as you were about to call it a night, you came across a post finally discussing you. Hanniesmira was quote tweeting someone else’s tweet.

→ Is this really yalls alpha daddy? Not with those omega eyes!!

Omega eyes?! You took a look at just what she was quoting. It was of your fan page. A gif of today’s fan meet. You were in the Cinderella costume, fixing your wig before looking up, grinning at the crowd. Whatever omega eyes meant, you kinda understood what she meant.

You certainly didn’t look anything like how you usually presented yourself.

As you looked at the comments, an account caught your eye. @itsokokok. The account had you as the profile picture. It was of you on stage for the sensual b-side you guys promoted. Much to your surprise, the account had over 78k followers.

It was getting late but you wanted to see what an account about you said. Were you the top? You hoped so.

It seemed the owner of this account was a guy! Shocking, it was the first male fan you came across.

The account was of you… and pretty much only you. He retweeted a lot of pictures of you in the Cinderella costume. Others of your performance in the infamous choker. Multiple gifs of you pulling at the choker as you stared at the camera. You never realized how dark the eye makeup was.

Clothes and makeup could really change how you looked. It was like night and day compared to the Cinderella costume.

@bluemuuun

↳ tip sticky…

@slipslickk

↳ oh but if I say Hong (Name) is a slut asking to be fucked I’m the bad guy?

@hanniesmira

↳ someone creampie this man!!!

@hyunkikii

↳ need him… need him bouncing on it…

@hyoojinie

↳ 143 entertainment knew to keep this (Name) away from me cuz imma about to defy the laws of biology and get this man pregnant

@dohasflatass

↳ yall should see how Min looked at him during the performance ㅋㅋㅋㅋ he was about to combust

You clicked on the account @dohasflatass was linking to. It was a Mingi fan account, judging by the account having him as their profile picture. The caption wasn’t something you expected, not in your wildest dreams.

→ min wants to fuck him so bad

The video had you delivering your killer move, tugging at your choker as you stared at the camera, biting your lip. It suddenly switched to Mingi. He was delivering his dance moves but his eyes laser focused on you. You hadn’t noticed because you were in the center.

Even though you didn’t think he wanted to fuck you, he was certainly staring at you like you were a three course meal.

The account, @mingihongi had other videos of Mingi supposedly staring at you when you never noticed. One that caught your attention was from today’s fan meet. It was when Doha had restrained you.

The camera zoomed into Mingi, who was standing not too far from you. He was staring straight at you and Doha. There was no subtlety to the anger on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as he gripped at the toy prop he was holding.

Another video was of when you were on the table. Your dress was riding up, your legs swinging absentmindedly as you tried to figure out what to wear. Just as the dress was about to uncover your boxers—Mingi was suddenly in front of you. The video quickly ended after that.

@hyoojinie

↳ someone jelly… forget shipping (Name) with anyone else ㅋㅋㅋㅋ min would murder them

@hanniesmira

↳ (name) shaves?! I need min to bite his thighs!!!

@hyunkikii

↳ alpha daddy my ass… that man is Miracle’s mommy and min’s slut

@hyoojinie

↳ real. (Name) is honestly more like a mom—good thing I love MILFS!!! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@dohasflatass

↳ if only people didn’t just see him as the ‘dad’.. they’re missing out on seeing min fight every fiber in on his body to not fuck his leader on stage

@slipslickk

↳ remember the live stream?? Min wanted that cookie so fucking bad ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@dohasflatass

↳ which one ㅎㅎㅎ min always stares at (name) like he needs to fuck him or he’ll die

“Hyung.”

You squealed, tossing your phone across the bed as the door opened. Mingi walked in as he rubbed at his face. His eyes were struggling to say open as he moved over to your bed.

“Something wrong?” You asked, trying to forget what you just read. Miras were fucking freaky.

“Hm.” Mingi shrugged as he reached over and pushed you to lay back down. You didn’t fight him as you raised an eyebrow at his behavior. He turned off your nightstand as he crawled over you before plopping down on the bed beside you.

He yawned as he wrapped his arms around your waist and easily pulled you against his body. You flinched but did nothing to stop him. This was normal, he used to do this back during your pre-debut days. One time he got a nightmare and cuddled with you that night… after that you never refused him whenever he asked again.

Even if you knew he couldn’t be possibly having nightmares every night. He stopped saying he had a nightmare and just got comfortable in bed with you.

It had been awhile since he had done that after moving into this apartment. You assumed he had outgrown it being that he was twenty-one now and you twenty-five. But as he got comfortable, you couldn’t stop yourself from gently playing with a strand of his hair.

“Night, Minnie.” You whispered. He hummed before cuddling you closer.

Everything would be okay. Whatever Miras were talking about was rubbish. You were Miracle’s Dad and would continue taking care of them, especially the maknae.

He didn’t want you that way…

Right?

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After your descent into madness only being two weeks ago, you unfortunately began to view Yohan and Doha a bit differently. You already thought Kihyun and Hyojin had a special bond but never with Yohan and Doha.

“We should do an Instagram live today.” You said, staring over at Yohan.

The two of you were in the dance practice room. Yohan had wanted to show you a few moves which led to you two being in there for over two hours. The man was a dance machine and you were too nice to tell him that you wanted to go home.

It was around 10:00 pm but it was a Friday night.

You grabbed your phone and opened the groups Instagram, @Yourmiracle, not waiting for Yohan to respond. Yohan plopped down beside you on the small couch that was in the room. He wrapped his arm underneath your waist and rest his head on your chest.

Yohan was naturally cuddly so you didn’t say anything, pressing the live button. It didn’t take long for Miras to immediately start rushing in.

“Hi hi~! Miras, I have a special gift for you today: Sweaty Yohan!” You grinned, panning your phone down to get Yohan in frame.

He rolled his eyes and used his free hand to push it away. You laughed and steady your hand, making sure only the top of his hair was in frame. Your hand absentmindedly began to play with his hair as you read the comments flooding in.

“Yohan’s hair looks fried?” You read, snickering when Yohan let out a disgruntled grunt. “Miras are saying you should do black hair for the next comeback.”

“If I do black I can’t die my hair ever again,” Yohan whined, burying his face into your neck.

You flinched at his sweat now touching your neck,“You’re sweaty!! Get off, Hannie.” Though you made no real attempt to push Yohan away.

→ Their boyfriends are gonna be so mad ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

One of the comments caught your eye. Boyfriends? Who could they be talking about? You began paying more attention as a few other comments either told the person to shut up or began joking around with them as well.

They did mean Doha? Maybe they just meant Yohan’s boyfriend would be mad.

Yohan suddenly yawned as he moved to sit up, his face fully showing now. He rubbed at his eyes before pressing his nose against your cheek.

“End the live I wanna go home now.”

“Haha, now you wanna go home?” You teased, “you had me here for almost two hours, just to show me some dance moves! You can sit still for thirty minutes.”

A displeased grunt left Yohan as he pulled away a bit, a pout on his lips. He was obviously trying to do puppy dog eyes at you. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, turning your attention back to comments.

“Hyungie…” Yohan whined again as he reached up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His face was inches from yours—his nose brushed against yours, causing you to flinch. “Please..? For your favorite member?”

All you could really think about was the fact he wasn’t your favorite member. Not the fact that this could be viewed as oddly romantic.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “My favorite is Hyo—!”

Yohan squished your face as he glared at you. Your lips were now puckered out, eyes wide as you stared at Yohan in shock. The phone was almost slipping out of your hand, forgetting all about keeping it steady.

“Really? I’m not your favorite?” Yohan whispered, his eyes gazing into yours. You blinked, wondering what on Earth was happening. Why was he so close?

Your body tensed as your spare hand reached up to grip at Yohan’s shirt as you felt your face heat up. “Han—”

“—what are you doing to my favorite hyung?”

The door to the room was pushed open, walking in was Doha and Mingi. Doha chuckled as he plopped down on the couch right beside Yohan. He wrapped his arm around Yohan’s neck and pulled him away from you.

Yohan released your face as you quickly pulled away, rubbing at your sore cheeks. Mingi didn’t say anything as he stood in front of you. He kneeled down, sliding his arms around your waist and underneath your legs, much to your shock.

A complaint was on the tip of your tongue as he easily manhandled you to move away from Yohan. Mingi sat down in the now free space, grabbing your phone that was still on live.

You could only watch as Doha and Mingi took over the live with a disgruntled Yohan in between them. There was something off about what just happened but you couldn’t explain why.

As your dongsaengs continued on, you couldn’t help but feel a bit… left out? Weird. You shook your head and sighed. Now you wanted to go home. Things were getting weird.

You turned over to face the three of them, scooting in close to Mingi. Doha was talking about what he did today while Mingi occasionally chimed in. Yohan was practically dozing off by now, his head resting on Doha’s shoulder.

Usually, you could just command the members and they’d do whatever you ask. Other times you would act ‘cute’ to get them disgusted enough to do whatever you want. Since you didn’t exactly feel like putting on the usual leader persona, you mustered up a disgustingly cute ‘aegyo.’

“Minnie~” you whispered, moving to rest your head on Mingi’s shoulder. His body flinched immediately with your touch. There was a slight sting in your heart at his reaction but you pushed through, using your hand to grip at his shirt as you gazed up at him.

You batted your eyelashes, pouting your lips. “I wanna go home… but not without you~” you let out a particularly high pitched whine before a little giggle spilled out. You’d rarely do aegyo as the leader that it was hilarious to yourself whenever you did, especially with the reaction your members usually gave you.

“Holy shit.” Doha suddenly said, catching your attention.

“Doha!” You said, your act long gone. “No cussing on live!” Just as you were about to reprimand him even more, Mingi ended the live swiftly. He slipped your phone in his pocket and sat up so fast you got whiplash for him. “Minnie—?”

Mingi grabbed your hand and pulled you up without any effort. You could only watch in shock as he tugged you out of the dance practice room. Doha was heard laughing behind you.

“Wait for us, lovebirds!”

Lovebirds?

“Minnie, was it that bad?” You asked, not bothering to pull your hand away as Mingi guided you to the company’s van to take you home. “I won’t do it again if it bothered you—!”

You squealed as Mingi suddenly turned around, his hands now grasping your shoulders as he stared down at you. Wait, when did he get taller? Were you always shoulder height in comparison to him?

“Don’t.” Mingi said, his grip tightening. “Don’t stop. I liked it.”

Your eyes widen as you stared at him. Like? He liked it? Your cheeks flushed before you pushed away any weird thought in your head. “Haha, yeah, it’s funny seeing someone like me do aegyo, huh?”

Mingi’s eyes narrowed as he was about to speak until Doha walked outside with Yohan on his back. Yohan was knocked out cold as he snored. Doha walked over to you two and smirked, ignoring the glare Mingi sent his way.

“Too slow, Mingi. Better luck next time~!” Doha chuckled, going over to the van as the driver opened the door.

“Hm?” You asked, tilting your head. “Next time for what..?”

Mingi shook his head, releasing his grip on you. “Nothing. Let’s go. It’s late.” He pulled out your phone and handed it over to you. “You said you’ll only go home with me.”

You blushed. “Ah, yeah. Let’s go home.”

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It wasn’t even a full hour when the NSFW side already had photos and clips of the live. You were going to sleep as soon as you got home but was itching to see what was happening online.

Unsurprisingly it was mostly of Mingi. You understood why, he was handsome. Even barefaced he looked like a god in comparison to you. But even then you couldn’t help but feel bitter.

You decided to visit the accounts you got to know from before. They were mostly talking about the little Doha and Yohan moment. It was actually pretty sweet.

A few talked about Yohan’s weird attack on you but mostly on how dominate he was. Just gushing about how sexy he was, nothing about you.

You almost just went to bed when you came across a post of you and Mingi.

It was of your aegyo. Through the video you got to see Mingi’s face as you touched him. It was different than what you had originally thought. You had thought he was annoyed or even disgusted by your actions… but in the video that couldn’t be further from the truth.

His eyes practically laser focused on you as soon as you rested your head on his shoulder. Mingi’s free hand twitched, almost reaching over to touch you before quickly resting back down on his lap.

It’s after you say you wanted to go home with Mingi that his jaw tightens and the live ends immediately.

That doesn’t make sense, why did you affect him that much?

You scrolled through the comments before seeing one that made you pause.

→ he’s so fucking cringy… why does he keep bothering Minnie like that? He’s not even cute like Hyojin

Huh. Your first ever hate comment… that you’ve seen. You couldn’t help but want to defend yourself but you didn’t need to. A few Miras had already taken to defending you against the other so called Mira. You sighed and turned off your phone, knowing that if you stayed any longer you’d go too deep into the rabbit hole of hate spewed against you.

You tried to ignore the words you read, knowing that the thoughts of someone you don’t know doesn’t matter. But it’s easier said than done. Just as you begin wallowing in self pity, your bedroom door opens.

Mingi slips into your room, making no attempt to explain himself as he gets on your bed. He almost goes straight to bed before seeing your face. His sleepy demeanor is gone as he sits up, reaching over to turn on the lamp on your nightstand.

Your eyes squint as you cover the bright light with your hand, “Minnie, warning next time.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm..? What do you mean?”

Mingi frowned. “Your face. You look upset. What happened?”

“It’s nothing. I just… I just y’know, poked into fan territory.” You said, deciding to just leave it at that.

“Why do you care about what they think?”

“They’re our fans, they support us.”

Mingi rolled his eyes, “so? Just because they give us their money, they get to talk shit about us? What did you read?”

Your lips pursed as you looked away, not wanting to continue the conversation. But you had no choice as Mingi reached over and grabbed your face, turning your head to face him again. What’s with it and people grabbing your face?!

“Tell me, Hong (Name).”

If you weren’t shocked you would’ve reprimanded him for saying your name without any honorifics.

“Someone… said that I’m cringy. It’s silly, I know. But I’ve… I’ve noticed that not many Miras like me, haha.” You bit your lip, feeling tears well in your eyes. “It’s nothing serious but I wish.. I wish they liked me like they like you.”

The embarrassment began to rise in your chest as you wanted to hide underneath the covers.

“Stop caring about what they think.” Mingi said, his thumb wiping at the tear that managed to escape down your cheek. “Only care about what I… our group thinks about you.” He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours as you sniffled.

“Okay. Okay.” You whispered, letting out a laugh. “It’s so bad, I’m crying to the maknae about something so trivial.”

Mingi didn’t share that sentiment. His gaze harden as his brows furrowed, “you always do this.” He suddenly said.

“What—?”

“—you just view me as the maknae. I’m not seventeen anymore. I’m not a kid.”

“I.. I know but I’m just used to taking care of you..”

“Well stop.” He said it with such finality that it caused you to panic. What did he mean stop? Did he.. did he not need you anymore?!

“Stop..? But.. but…”

“Let me take care of you.” Mingi whispered, causing your breath to hitch. You didn’t get to question him as his lips pressed against yours. Your eyes widen as you reached up and gripped at his shirt, unable to put in the effort to push him away.

Why were you keeping him so close?

Mingi’s soft kiss felt as if he was fearful to really touch you. But as he noticed you weren’t putting up a fight, he immediately deepened the kiss. His lips claimed yours as he hungrily kissed you, one of his hands sliding down to reach underneath you and grip your ass.

You gasped into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip in with ease. Your hands pathetically gripped at his shirt as you could only go through with the motions. Mingi seemed so experienced, did he kiss people before?

But you wouldn’t know…

Mingi was your first kiss.

Hong (Name), twenty-five years old who hasn’t so much as held hands romantically with someone.

You’d never imagine your maknae would be your first kiss. Especially for him to take the lead like this.

When his hand suddenly moved to your pajama pants, you quickly regain control over yourself. You pulled away from the kiss and gripped Mingi’s hand. The kiss practically took your breath away as you stared up at him.

Mingi didn’t look embarrassed at all, he looked relieved. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

You blushed. “H..Huh? Mingi, what are you saying?”

“I like you. I’ve liked you for years. But you always kept me at a distance.” He said, leaning in close to press a chaste kiss on your lips. You wished you could say you hated it. As he pulled away, he looked you in the eye before smiling. “It’s ok. I don’t expect a response right now.”

“Response..?”

Mingi only hummed. “But now I’ll do what I’ve always wanted to do.” He pulled away from you.

You watched as he got up from the bed. “Where are you going?”

“To take care of something. Go to sleep, Hyung.” Mingi said, giving you slight grin as he left your room.

It didn’t take a genius to know what he was referring to. Your cheeks felt hot as you glanced down at your own crotch, checking to see if it was hard. Luckily you didn’t get hard from a simple kiss.

But Mingi did…

Was he.. was he that excited about finally confessing?

You cursed to yourself, lying down on your bed. You were going to need a few days.. weeks even to make sense of this.

The boy you took care for four years straight just told you that he never thought of you as an older brother figure. He wanted you romantically.

That means… this entire time, you’ve been reading the relationship wrong!

Fuck, what if you had the wrong idea about how your other relationships with the group was like?

You weren’t going to be able to sleep tonight!!

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You haven’t been able to sleep in general. It had only been two weeks since Mingi’s confession and he hasn’t acted out of character since. Sure he was a bit more touchy but he acted relatively normal. You wondered if you dreamt that night.

The other members could immediately tell something happened but you weren’t privy to their conversation.

Seemed like they had a group chat without you.

You certainly weren’t feeling left out, no way.

The group was holding a small little fan meeting outside the company. It was something the company did occasionally to allow people that couldn’t pay for real fan meetings to see you guys.

Perhaps one of the few good things your company did.

Since it wasn’t a real fan meeting you all just dressed in your regular outfits and really had no set plan on what to do.

While you liked it the whole outside fan meets, you soon started dreading them. You were always left on the side lines. Although Kihyun and Mingi were the most popular—Doha, Yohan, and Hyojin still had people calling their name.

You hardly had people call your name. But it was okay. You were the leader, you were strong. Though it honestly felt like Miras didn’t see you as a member but as a manager.

How they got to this conclusion was beyond your comprehension but the company actually tried to fix this. However that hardly helped. Yohan had believed it was because of the stupid persona they assigned to you didn’t fit your personality at all.

And while you agreed, the company wasn’t going to change your branding. So long as Miras didn’t hate you—you’d just have to deal with being ignored.

So, here you were, outside in the large courtyard the company had blocked off for the fan meet. There was a slight barrier between you and Miras as extra security since the fandom had grown heavily compared to last time.

There were way more Miras than last time. Especially more male Miras. The fanbase was majority girls, so it was shocking to see guys.

You stood in the center right between Kihyun and Hyojin. Miras were asking short questions for each member but you were getting skipped repeatedly. Hyojin seemed to notice based on the glance he gave you when they skipped you to ask him another question.

“(Name) Hyung,” Hyojin said, holding the mic up to his face as he gave you slight grin. His black hair was brushed back into a cute little ponytail. “Do you know any girl group dances?”

He gave the question directed to him to you. You couldn’t help but grin. He was your favorite for a reason, though you really loved each member equally.

You pursed your lips as you exaggerated your body language, “hmmmm, maybe~? Do you wanna see Hyung dance?”

“Waaah!” Yohan suddenly yelled into his mic, “dance, dance!! I wanna see!”

Kihyun hummed in agreement. “Dance for us, Hyung.”

They all suddenly gave you some space, making you realize they were serious. You glanced over at Mingi who was watching you like a hawk. His gaze was so intense that you quickly looked away.

You pulled off your trench coat, earning a teasing whistle from Doha. Kihyun took your coat for you as you walked over to the manager who was controlling the speaker. As you whispered the song to him, you walked back to the center and tried to fight back any embarrassment.

You danced in a choker for god sakes, you can do do a short little dance for a crowd of 100 people.

As the song started, Miras went silent in shock.

Miniskirt by AOA.

You immediately began the dance to the chorus, trying your best to fight the urge to laugh. The song cut off after you finished the chorus. It was embarrassing to say the least as you grabbed your mic from off the ground.

Before you could even say anything, Miras immediately began screaming. You shook your head as Kihyun handed over your coat.

“Sexy, Hyung~” Yohan teased, walking over to you as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “When did you learn that dance?”

“You’re not the only one who learns dances in his spare time.” You answered, grinning when Yohan pouted in response.

“Hyung is getting too sexy,” Kihyun suddenly said, “we’ll have to leash him soon.”

Mingi hummed in response, his gaze right on you, “I’ll have to tame him.”

Tame? You blushed at Mingi’s words. Why did he only say I?! If any of the other members noticed, they didn’t say anything. Doha immediately took over with the next question.

The rest of the hour was spent with other silly stuff. You would get a bit more questions this time around which was nice. Yohan and Mingi were now on either side of you.

Yohan still had his arm around your neck, occasionally giving his own questions over to you.

Mingi would just ignore the question to ask you something instead.

It was rounding near the end of the meet, the temperature beginning to drop. You subconsciously pressed closer to Yohan for some warmth. Yohan was only two inches taller than you.

Almost everyone had grown taller than you despite you not noticing.

“Miras, thank you for coming to see us. We have a special announcement coming next week, I hope you’re ready!” You said, grinning.

Miras began yelling out “I love you” to their own bias. This was always your least favorite part, you usually never got anything. It was always so awkward when it was your turn and they ended just giving you a pity “I love you.”

But this time, when it was your turn, it was hardly silent.

A male voice yelled, “사랑해요, (Name)-Ssi♡♡♡!!!”

You stared into the crowd in shock as you tried to see which guy it was before another guy yelled out “I love you” to you. A few more guys yelled it right after them as you felt your lip quiver.

Your eyes welled with tears as you tried your best to deliver a quick “thank you,” only to end up whimpering into the mic instead. You were already crying as Yohan patted your back, tugging you closer.

“Aigoo, you’re so emotional, Hyung.” Yohan joked, though his hand was comforting on your back. You sniffled in his shoulder before wiping at your face. The idea that you’d cry over something so small felt like a sick joke, but here you are.

When you finally parted from Yohan to say goodbye, a hand slipped into yours. You looked over to see Mingi staring straight ahead. His hand tightened around yours.

You almost felt like crying again, which you did. Yohan took over to say the final goodbyes once he realized you couldn’t say anything now.

Mingi kept his grip on your hand tight as you all walked back into the company building. He didn’t let go even when you attempted to pull away.

“Are you okay, Hyung?” Hyojin asked, handing you a tissue. You graciously accepted it and wiped at your face. You did not want to know how pathetic you looked right now.

“That’s the first time I’ve seen guys at our fan meet,” Doha laughed, shaking his head. “Looks like they only came for you.”

You blew your nose before looking over at Doha, “what do you mean?”

“They didn’t say anything for us.” Kihyun said. “They only cared about you.”

They only came for you…? That didn’t—

“(Name), Gaeul and I need to talk with you for a minute.”

You looked back to see your manager walking over to you. His name was Dawon. He was only one year older than you, your only hyung. Miracle had two managers, Dawon and Gaeul. The company thought having Dawon was good, since he was close in age.

Gaeul was near the door, nodding her head as she motioned for you to come over. She was older but only in her mid thirties.

Mingi’s hand suddenly tightened its grip when you made the attempt to pull away. You glanced back over at him, tilting your head. Mingi was staring straight at Dawon, a strange scowl on his face.

What could he be angry about?

Dawon only rolled his eyes. “It’s just a business talk. C’mon, (Name).” He didn’t wait to see if you were coming as he walked over to Gaeul.

“Minnie, let go.” You said, reaching down to gently pry Mingi’s hand away. He subconsciously tightened his grip before pulling away as if he was burned.

Before you could even question why he was acting so strangely, Doha wrapped his arm on Mingi’s shoulder. “We’ll wait for you in the van.”

The others waved as they walked away. It took a minute before Doha could properly pull Mingi away. You only watched, wondering what was happening to your maknae. So weird.

You shook your head and walked over to Dawon and Gaeul. They stopped whatever conversation they had to look over at you. Dawon was good at hiding his emotions so you knew not to look at him for any answers.

Gaeul however was practically bouncing on the ball of her heels. “(Name)! I have good news for you.” She said, a grin spread on her lips.

“What is it?”

“So,” she started, clearing her throat. “You know how I’ve been trying to get the company to stop with the ridiculous boyfriend marketing… and while I haven’t gotten anywhere—they are changing the marketing for you specifically!”

You glanced over at Dawon who only nodded. “Change my marketing? Why are they changing their mind?”

“Because of this!” Gaeul pulled out her phone and showed a picture. It took a minute before you could properly understand what the picture meant.

It was of a list, a ranking of male idols favorited by gay/bisexual men. And you were in top twenty?!

“None of the members ever made it to the top fifty but you shot up to top twenty in only three weeks!” She squealed. “Ever since the whole choker performance, your fancam went viral outside of Miras space and hit it within the gay men community.”

Dawon hummed. “They found you sexy mostly.” He pulled out his own phone to show you something. “The sales of your solo photo book sold out quickly, even though you were usually the one to have more than half left.”

You tried not to be upset at Dawon’s slight dig. It wasn’t like he was wrong.

“But!” Gaeul cut in, the excitement not leaving her face. “They don’t only find you sexy, they find you cute!”

“Was it because of the Cinderella costume?” You asked, frowning slightly.

“No. Well they did like that but someone started posting old videos of you before the company started making you tone down your personality—they love your real personality the most! Almost everyone can tell you’re not stoic at all.” Gaeul hummed.

“Okay…” you muttered, slightly happy at it seemed people could appreciate the real you.. but still, it wasn’t like it was Miras. “Well how are they changing my marketing?”

Dawon patted your back. “They’re making you do a special stage in a month for the comeback.”

“Like a solo song..?”

“Yup! It’s technically a test to how well solo songs in albums will do but also to see just how much these fanboys will do cheer you on.” Gaeul grinned. “Aren’t you excited?! You no longer have to put on a fake act anymore for the cameras.”

“Though it’s not like you were exactly good at it,” Dawon laughed, poking your cheek. “You could only keep the persona for a second before cracking. You’re too sweet.”

You blushed, pushing his hand away. “How will the boys feel about this..? I don’t want to do anything to strain our relationship, it only feels like recently that they’ve…”

“I’ll talk to them.” Dawon said. “I was the one to tell them about you first anyway, I can do it again.”

Gaeul nodded. “I think they’ll be happy for you. Besides you’ve guys done solid stages before when preforming other people’s songs, this time you’re preforming an original song. You’ll finally get solo activities!”

Your ears peaked up at that. Solo activities? Almost everyone else had attended an event or interview by themselves at least once. You had none…

Maybe this was your big break..? Not to leave the group, but to finally not feel like a filler member?

“Anyway,” Gaeul said, breaking your thoughts. “You’ll learn more when we get close to the mini album promotion. All I know is that you’ll preform the solo song before the album comes out to draw out hype.”

That made your heart drop to your ass. You..? You alone?! No one way the company was going to use you to draw out hype. It felt whiplash—the filler member to being used for promotion.

You needed to rest and cry and laugh in excitement and fear.

After promising to not tell the other members until Dawon did, you walked to the van outside. The members didn’t seem to care about what happened or at the very least knew you probably wouldn’t tell them.

You moved to sit down beside Hyojin, putting on your seatbelt. However, just as the driver was about to drive, Mingi suddenly made Hyojin switch seats so now he sat in the middle, you right beside him.

Mingi didn’t say anything as he just pulled out his phone and typed away. You could only stare at him before shaking your head, unable to stop the slight smile on your lips.

He was so clingy.

The drive was quick as you all made it back to the apartment complex. Everyone immediately went to their room, ready to drop dead and sleep.

Mingi seemed to want to take care of you tonight as he decided to cook instead of ordering takeout.

As you watched him cook, being forced to sit down in the dining room when you tried to help, you couldn’t help but wonder why Mingi liked you. You didn’t believe you treated him any different from the others.

Each member had a cute nickname that you gave them.

Hannie for Yohan.

Hyunnie for Kihyun.

Dodo for Doha, (he hated it).

Jinnie for Hyojin.

Minnie for Mingi.

You would take each of them out for solo dinner dates once a month, speaking of which you need to plan them before September ends. Each of them got a thoughtful gift for their birthdays. You gave each of them affection, if they wanted, Doha wasn’t exactly into skinship.

What was it that made Mingi fall for you?

Was it your looks? But you were never complimented on your looks. Past companies even refused you because you didn’t have the ‘idol looks’ despite being a great singer and dancer.

Maybe he just wrongly assumed that he had romantic feelings for you… Yeah, that makes more sense.

No way someone like Mingi could ever—

“—stop thinking.”

Your back straightened up as you felt Mingi’s breath tease the tip of your ear. You stayed still, waiting to see what he was planning to do. How did he even know you were thinking?

“I can’t leave you alone with your thoughts for too long,” Mingi muttered, sighing softly. “You always manage to destroy any self worth I try to build within you.”

“How’d you…?” You whispered.

“There’s a certain face you make.” He said. “It’s obvious now—to me at least. I don’t know about the others. I usually pay attention to you alone.”

“Only me?”

Mingi pulled away from you, walking back to the kitchen. You didn’t even hear him walk over to you. He really was a light walker. Mingi came back after a minute or so with a bowl of noodles. It wasn’t anything extravagant—you guys needed to go grocery shopping.

“Eat, Hyung.” Mingi said, handing you a pair of chopsticks. “I’ll be sad if you don’t eat everything.” A smirk pulled on his lips as you grabbed the chopsticks.

Of course he’d guilt trip you. Hopefully the noodles are good.

Mingi sat down across from you, watching you eat.

“Where’s your bowl?”

“I’ll eat after you.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“So I can watch you. You’re cute when you eat.”

“Cute—?!”

“Mhm,” he hummed absentmindedly. “I don’t know why the company made me the ‘golden retriever boyfriend’ it suits you more.”

“The whole assigned personality traits we were given were so stupid.” You said honestly. You always made a point to never talk badly about the company in front of the others. But you thought back to what Mingi had said, he wasn’t a kid anymore.

Maybe you needed to change how you treat him. While he hasn’t directly complained, he must be upset about you treating him as if he was still the clueless naive seventeen year old.

But then you’d have to grapple with the thought that he’d never need you anymore…

That’s all you were good for, being needed? The company had said that you were the last member to be added. They just needed an extra vocalist and you were the only trainee that could carry a high note without straining. You were last place then just like now. Perhaps you’re just scared.

Scared that Mingi and everyone else will realize how much better they would be without you.

“I thought I told you to stop thinking.”

You blinked as you glanced up, seeing an irritated Mingi. He sighed and rolled his eyes. The thought of upsetting him made you forget all about your own self pity. You placed your chopsticks down and stood up, walking over to his side of the table.

Mingi glanced up, raising an eyebrow. He pushed out of his chair but just as he was going to stand up you placed your hand on his shoulder. Despite the confusion on his face, he followed your silent order.

His body was now fully facing you as you knelt down, inches from his legs. Mingi flinched as his eyes widen. In the moment, you weren’t thinking about how he’d take this position.

All you could think about was when you knelt down to him before, back before you all debuted. It was possibly the only time you were ever truthful to him concerning your emotions.

Your hand reached out and grasped his leg, your eyes gazing up at him. “I’m sorry, Mingi. I… I don’t think I can tell you everything now but it’s not your concern that I am this way.”

“Hyung—”

“—let me finish.” You interrupted him. “I put myself on pause when we debuted because I knew I was only there to fill in an extra spot. But I thought that if I took great care of you guys, you all would like me, maybe even appreciate me.. but then I started to like taking care of you guys. I love you all so much but then learning Miras don’t even think about me hurts so much.

“I wish I didn’t care about what others think but watching you and everyone else get the love you deserve… I just want it too.” You finished, resting your head on the inner part of Mingi’s leg.

Mingi flinched but his hand soon brushed against your face. “What about my love?”

You glanced up at him. “Your love..? Mingi, I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t deserve it from you—not someone as special as you.”

“You’re putting me on a pedestal. It’s so fucking annoying.” Mingi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Pedestal..?”

“Hyung, you’re special to me.” He reached down and grabbed your hand, staring right at you as you blush. “Being by your side of four years, I learned so much about you, that I—”

You quickly press your free hand against Mingi’s mouth, silencing him. He stared at you in disbelief before narrowing his eyes. That word. He was going to say it. It was different hearing it from fans—to hear it from Mingi felt like a joke.

“Don’t… not.. not yet.” You whispered, biting the bottom of your lip.

Mingi released his grip on your other hand as he reached up, grasping your wrist. He stared right at you just as you felt a tongue tease the palm of your hand. You gasp and try to pull away but his hand tightens around your wrist.

His gaze doesn’t soften as he presses soft wet kisses on your hand. You can only whimper and watch. He trails a kiss up to your wrist before reaching your arm.

You blush, feeling his lips now trail up your arm. He left light bites, occasionally suckling on the skin. Your lower body flinched as you tried to pull your arm away. But his grip doesn’t loosen. In fact, he tugs you even closer.

Your body slipped further between his legs as he reached the tip of your shoulder. He wasted no time before tugging you to stand up. His hands grip your waist before you could attempt to pull away.

His hands gently push your shirt up as he pressed a wet kiss on your stomach. “I can just show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Mingi…” You whimpered, your eyes widening.

“Mhm?” He chuckled. “C’mon, let me do this.”

Mingi returned to leaving soft kisses on your stomach, biting at your skin. One of his hands grasping your jeans as he unbuckled it. Your hands gripped at his shoulders as you simply watched him pull your pants down enough for your boxers to be free.

His hands eagerly grabbed a handful of your ass, kneading it. “It’s is fat…. Those pants they put you in flatten your ass, Hyung.”

“Mingi…! Don’t—!”

“—Don’t what?” His hands grasp your briefs as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room.

You shrieked, attempting to pull away but that didn’t work with Mingi’s arms around your hips. He hummed in satisfaction as he tore the rest of your briefs off. The torn briefs fell to your feet as you stood half nude in front of your maknae.

This had to be a joke!

“You’re smaller than I thought.” Mingi suddenly said.

“Smaller?!” You cried out, feeling a sharp hit at your self-confidence. While you knew you might’ve been on the smaller side—hearing someone else say it wasn’t exactly nice.

A kiss on your cock caused you to flinch, watching as Mingi kissed the entirety of your lower half. Right on your hips and close to your inner thighs.

“So pretty, Hyung.” He whispered against your skin. “Pretty just for me.” His hands grasped your hips as he licked the tip of your cock.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you gripped at his shirt. Your first ever blowjob by your maknae… holy shit.

The thought should’ve made you throw up but instead you were feeling anything but.

“Wait, wait..” You whined pathetically just as Mingi began to suck on your tip. Your body tensed as a strained moan left your tightly closed lips. Mingi pulled away, watching as your cock began to leak before pathetically cumming.

The cum dripped onto the floor as you took a deep breath, embarrassment rising in your chest. Holy shit, you came… you came before anything really happened!

You tried to rationalize it to yourself. You’ve never even held hands with a partner and while you masturbated, you had never been touched by someone else.

But Mingi wouldn’t have known that! And you weren’t exactly eager to tell your maknae that you were an inexperienced virgin… especially that he was your first kiss.

“Hyung…”

You glanced down at Mingi, ready for him to look at you weirdly when your breath hitched. He was staring at you like you were a full course meal. It reminded you of the video of you dancing on stage while he watched.

“Are you… inexperienced?” He asked, obviously trying to not embarrass you. His grip subconsciously tightened on your waist when you tried to move away.

“S..So what if I am..” you whispered.

Mingi smirked. “I thought you just knew how to hide your partners.. but you really were celibate.”

“S..So..? It’s not a big deal..” you wanted to put some clothes on now. “It’s nothing serious, I mean I gave you my first kiss.”

Time seemed to stop after your confession.

His grip felt harsh, nails digging into your skin.

“I’m… Hyung.. you don’t know what this information does to me.” He whispered, pressing his head against your stomach. Now that you couldn’t see his face, you wondered if he was upset.

It took a minute before he sighed, pulling away, staring right up at you.

“I’m going to fuck you, Hyung. But I need to get you ready for that.”

“Huh?!” You cried out, blushing heavily. “R..Ready?! Why?”

Mingi’s jaw tightened. “Because if I fucked you right now, especially with how inexperienced you are, I’ll scare you away… and I can’t fuck you tonight because I want you to choke on my dick.”

You sputtered, eyes widening. “Choi Mingi!”

“Hong (Name).” He smirked. “I’ll get you ready for me, Hyung… and once you’re ready..”

His teeth brushed against your skin as you flinched, unable to pull away due to his death grip.

“I’ll ruin you so that you won’t want to taste anyone else but me.”

Your sweet and innocent maknae was nothing like himself back when he was seventeen. Those stupid NSFW accounts were fucking right! He did want you.

You were screwed.

Literally, but you seemed to be making no effort to truly stop him.

Four years ago

Choi Mingi didn’t like you at first. How could he when Miracle was set to debut as five? He was already close to his other hyungs, why does he need another one? Especially one that was taking away half of his lines in the debut.

The other members, besides Hyojin, were also not too keen on your late addition to the group. Hyojin just didn’t care all that much in general.

Yohan was the most angry, he was the leader and now he was losing it to you! Someone he didn’t even know.

The first meet the group was going to have with you was with the choreographer. Luckily they hadn’t started teaching it but the choreographer had to change it to accommodate six people.

Mingi was particularly angry as they got to the practice room. He walked into the room only to notice the others seemed oddly quiet..? At seventeen he was still a bit short so he had to push through to the front to see what the commotion was.

And.. woah? From what he had heard from other trainees, you were supposedly ‘ugly’ in the company’s eyes, that’s why you hadn’t debuted.

But uh, he didn’t understand that at all seeing you front of him. You were cute, so fucking cute as you laughed at whatever the choreographer said to you.

Through the entire dance practice/meeting, he watched you like a hawk. Everyone except Hyojin didn’t say anything to you. Hyojin acted normal and treated you like a person, not some enemy.

But Mingi was stubborn—he wasn’t going to talk to you. He plopped down on the couch during the short break, pulling out his phone only for it to slip onto the ground. He groaned, sitting with his legs far apart as he tried to gain the willpower to get his phone.

However he didn’t need to when you kneeled down between his legs, grabbing the phone. You handed it over to him. Your eyes gazing up at him as you gave him a slight smile, obviously a bit nervous.

To think that the company said you didn’t have an ‘idol image!’ You were so handsome—no, cute. You were so cute that Mingi wondered if you’d end up getting the golden retriever persona he was given. It would suit you so much more than him.

Mingi reached over to take his phone from your hand. You leaned in closer, your free hand moving to rest on Mingi’s leg when you almost lost your balance. Mingi’s body tensed as he felt your warmth, of course he had to wear shorts.

“Sorry, Mingi-Ssi.” You said, your voice soft and sweet. Your singing voice was probably perfect. After handing over his phone, you stood up and walked over to Hyojin.

Mingi quickly closed his legs now that you were gone.

He had a fucking boner.

Yall don’t even gotta ask. Writing part 2 immediately, it’s a slow burn in that there’s not gonna no penetration sex just yet. Part 2 gonna have more cross dressing/NSFW tweets, this lowkey is a setup lmaoo

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[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid x Vampire!Reader

A/N: If you like this setting, consider reading about your chef at the castle too. And, if you wanna know more about the levels, check this post :)

Warning: Not nsfw, but suggestive. MDNI. Butler (side character) calls reader “Mistress”

Danger level: ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡

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Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy's shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

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Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[flowerbunnyboo]

PERVERT ROOMMATE | back

starring: bottom male reader

summary: your roommate being a total pervert who wants to fuck you

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

Pervert roommate who jerks off to you everyday and night whenever he’s alone. He just imagines you bouncing up and down on his cock.

Pervert roommate who purposefully roams around shirtless or just in his underwear to entice you. Especially if he’s hard, during morning times he’d show his morning wood. He obviously has eyes on how you keep looking at him

Pervert roommate who secretly takes your underwear and spills his cum all over it leaving you wondering why your underwears have gotten stiff or sticky.

Pervert roommate who lies and asks you to sleep with him because he’s scared of a nightmare. He takes this chance to cuddle you shirtless

Pervert roommate who pulls you closer and makes you feel his hard clothed dick. He’d start tracing his hands all over your body making you erect too

Pervert roommate who would start sucking on your neck and pumping your cock with one hand while fingering you with the other

Pervert roommate who would kiss you and rejoice because finally he’s getting to do the thing he wants to do to you.

Pervert roommate who says this is what all roommates do and slams his cock inside you and starts fucking you. He doesn’t even last long cause he’s been so pent up. You moan and enjoy the feeling of a big cock fucking your tight hole.

Pervert roommate who cums inside you and pulls you towards him and starts round two and makes you bounce on his cock. Your insides tremble and you shoot your load all over his abdomen

Pervert roommate who cums inside your hole once again as he leaves hickeys. He loves seeing and hearing you moan his name.

Pervert roommate and you now turn into fuck buddies and fuck the whole day and night in every corner of the house leaving your cum everywhere

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