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livelaughlovesubs · 6 months ago

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My pretty doll

Dom!reader x sub!scara - reader is gender neutral

Warning: feminisation, lingerie, clothes sex, pegging (can be read as a dick), unprotected sex, belly bulge, dacryphilia

Dunno if you read this already, it’s from my old blog: so just a repost (was the only thing I had haha)

Scara was and had always been a brat, never listening to your commands unless he’s in sub-space. Though that was fine by you, because in the end, you both knew it will play out exactly how you want. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he was just your adorable doll after all. Which is why after convincing him, he eventually put on the set of white undergarments you bought him. The fabric was thin and almost transparent, since it was lace you could almost see everything. It felt itchy against his skin, he wasn’t used to these kinds of clothes. The bra was a bit big, or maybe he was too flat. One of the straps was hanging down his shoulder, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He also had a cute and small bulge in his panties, thighs clenched together after he noticed you staring.

“Of course you’d like this you pervert.” He mocked, turning around and showing you his shoulder, a pretty pathetic try to cover himself a little. First you made him wear such lewd stuff, and now all you are doing is stare? Not to mention how the loose strap was annoying him, it didn’t want to stay where he wanted it to. Even though he was still insulting you, his face was a flushed red now. Blushing furiously while averting his gaze. He was all bark after all, he could never say those things while looking at you, otherwise he’d fold immediately. “Yet it seems like someone enjoys this even more than me.” You teased while gazing up at him, until you waved him over to you.

The puppet hesitated a little, thinking about the best course of action before walking up to you. “What?” A firm and annoyed tone, a big show just to hide his excitement and nervousness. “Just wanted to have a better look at you, turn around.” “Who are you to tell me what to do?” You giggled, he was trying too hard to seem in control, but that is basically impossible when his face already looks like a mess, it was hilarious. “Come on, scara, do a little twirl for me.” He pouted, crossing his arms and looking away in defiance. Then turning around slowly, he always ends up doing what you want, so why keep making it difficult? Was it due to his pride?

When his back was facing you, you reached your hands out to grab his small waist. “Ugh?!” His body twitched, and he stopped in his track, looking over his shoulder to ask you, “What are yo-” “shhh, don’t make a fuss now.” Before he knew it, you pulled him closer to you, to the point his back was pressed against your body. Then you grind against his butt as you whispered into his ear, “can I stick it in?”

Such an indecent question! How could you- ugh, you really are the worst! “Do what you want, I don’t care.” Scaramouch said, hands grabbing your gently while he felt something rubbing against the downside of his crotch, basically making him grind on it. His breathing hitched, were you planning on..? No, no way, you two haven’t done it for so long, there is no way he could take you whole… right?

“Scara, you look adorable today, but I still think you look the cutest when getting fucked.” Ahh…what were you implying? Did you really want to..? Your fingers moved his panties to the side, not removing them, just out of the way. Enough that you could see his puffy pink hole. The other hand was already reaching for the bottle of lube. Poor boy couldn't even protest before you started preparing him roughly, sticking two fingers inside him. “MmhAa~!”He gasped at the feeling, body jerking forwards. “Oh dear, did I surprise you there?” You were definitely mocking him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to insult you. If only you didn't start pushing the tip against his entrance at that moment.

“UgHh! Ah-ahh.” His legs shook and went weak underneath him, if you weren't holding him, he would have crashed down in that moment. You were very gentle during the injecting though, taking your precious time bottoming out inside him. “Finally you learned how to shut up.” “ughh. fu-fuck you-!” Tsk, still running his foul little mouth however he wants. After many difficulties, you after managed to fit the whole length in, at this point he had his tongue hanging out and eyes rolled to the back to his skull. Like always, he was already getting addicted to this, such a dirty slut he was. “you seem to enjoy this quite a bit, scara.” You teased, and his rim clenched down on you at that. “S-Stop it, UhmM..” “Are you sure about that? You don't want me to continue?” He went quiet after that one, he didn’t know what to say. Of course he wants to keep going at it, but his pride would never allow him to give up this quickly.

You started moving because he didn't give you an answer, though only gently grinding your hips against him. “So? I have yet to hear your answer.” All it took was a few small moves for him to succumb to pleasure, “UgHhnN!! Da-damn it.. I to-old you do what you want.” At first you were still on the nicer side, after finally getting the consent you needed, you switched up to pounding him like an animal. He cried out after the first trust, gripping your hands even more tightly, until his nails dug into your skin. “AaGghhnn, oOhh! Mhm, oh-gahh!” In the matter of seconds, your lovely doll was reduced to a moaning mess. Your dick just felt so good inside him, hitting so many deep and pleasurable spots. All he felt was bliss and ecstasy.

Your chin was placed on his shoulder, looking over at his body. You couldn't help but smirk when you saw the small belly bulge on the tiny boy, commenting on it with a low voice, “do you see that right here?” Then you rubbed the bulge with your palm, he whined at that, “uhmMNN!” “Does this feel good? Having me so deep inside you?” He couldn’t even respond properly now, only squirming around in your embrace. “This belly bulge is so cute~” He heard you say. A belly bulge..? The thought of it was kind of scary, though he swore you were truly that deep inside him. Suddenly you went faster, making his muscles tense up. You just loved how erotic his body was, and how enticing it was to watch the bulge appear and disappear, this was truly your greatest joy. “GAAhh! AhhhH- cu-cumming! Mhm-ngh, i-i..!” He was on the verge of breaking now, everything was too much, the bra was hanging on his arms and about to fall off completely.

“Aww, does my baby want to cum? Then beg and tell me what a pretty doll you are for me.” Even now you were some mean to him, teasing him like this. Can't you tell how desperate he is? “GuhHh… please let me cu-cum.. hmm, please..I-I'm your aAhh.. pretty plaything!!” Right, him obeying your commands after being so rebellious just feels so good. And with that, he came while still wearing the lace underwear, soaking the panties with his semen. A slightly darker spot was visible from his bulge, then a white fluid was seeping out from beneath it. His thighs quivered while he gasped for air, his cum dripped all the way down his milky inner thighs too. Sweat was mixing with big, fat tears, cheeks redder than ever as he pulled a super adorable expression.

“My my, we forgot to take it off. Now you've defiled the lingerie set, what to do~?” You cooed at him in a faked sad manner, as if you were pitying him. A big grin spread on your lips afterwards, he knew you were planning something again. Well, you weren’t exactly hiding it after all. All he could hope for was that he won't end up too tired at the end of this session.

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equalheart · 1 year ago

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enhypen when you get stood up / rejected / dumped

comedic fluff! enhypen!member x reader w: sad-ish? content. y/n is kinda “cheating” since they kiss someone RIGHT after breaking up… ©equalheart REPOST FROM HYKAI ⋆ ࣪. ୧ ♡ ୨ ִ ۫ ⁎ . i really wanted to write something like this, to avoid repetitiveness i added 3 different scenerios. sorry if this is confusing!

양정원 (YANG JUNGWON) — Stood Up

You were walking along in a park by the place your date was supposed to be. You felt like crying. After talking to this guy for a few weeks, you’d expect him to show up, right? What a waste of time. You’re walking peacefully when a dog runs straight at you and starts sniffing your feet. An owner quickly runs towards you. “Maeumi!” he quickly scoops the dog up into his arms. “I’m so sorry! I let her off her leash for one second and she—” he looks up, “Y/n?”

You realise who you’re talking to. It’s Yang Jungwon from your extended-maths class. “Oh, hi!” you try to cheer up. “Is this your dog?” he smiled while looking at Maeumi, who quickly gave a lick to his face. “Her name is Maeumi, do you wanna pet her?” you don’t decline, letting the fluffy dog run straight to your arms, licking your face as well. “I heard you were busy today.” randomly, it comes out of him, and you deeply sigh. “Yeah, I was supposed to go on a date. But the guy didn’t even show up.” Jungwon also lets out a deep sigh. He doesn’t know if he should feel angry for you, sad for you, or if he’s allowed to feel anything for you. But he feels relieved. “I’m happy he didn’t show up. Now you’re here with me.” He grins at you, Maeumi in his lap.

"Why is that? Do you like me or something?" You laugh until noticing he's gone silent. when you look back up at him, he bites down on his lower lip while looking down; like a sad puppy. "Wait, you like me?" He blushes and nods his head 'yes.' "Well, there's no doubt you're better than the guy who ditched me today. should we go on a date right now?" His eyes shoot up. "You like me too?" you giggle at his reaction. "Let's just say, I'm interested." "Then.. Let's consider this a date." He smiles at you and lets go of Maeumi, while she runs around you in circles. "First I'll have to drop her off at home." He giggles.

이희승 (LEE HEESEUNG) — Rejected

“Hah, why would I date you?” you’re on campus of your university, and your year long crush has just... rejected you? He’s been flirting with you, so it’s not surprising that this will be an extra shock to you. “I—” you stare at him, at a loss for words. “Y/n, nobody would like someone like you” you feel glossy eyes and also enraged. How could he say this after mentioning that his parents would love you? Even when you weren’t dating. A waste of time. Suddenly, you feel an arm around your shoulder. “I like them.” you turn around to see Lee Heeseung. You’ve talked to him about some lectures in groups, but nothing more than that—so what’s he saying? “I like Y/n. If you’re just gonna toy with them, leave them alone.” he raises an eyebrow and you watch your crush, or, well, ex-crush scoff and walk away, cussing at the ground.

Heeseung’s arm falls off your shoulder immediately. “I’m sorry for touching you, are you alright?” you tear up and he pats you back. “Shhh, he’s just a jerk, okay? Forget him.” your vision is foggy as you look at him. “Why’d you help me?” he looks at you blankly for a second, like a deer struck by headlights. “Didn’t you hear me? I said "I like you.”

박종성 (PARK JONGSEONG) — Dumped

You call Jay on the phone, crying rather loudly. "Y/n? What's wrong?" He sounds alert. "I got dumped." You say between sniffles. Those words cause Jay to hang up on you. What the hell? What a jerk, you thought. - An hour passes and you've been watching a kdrama while crying your eyes out. There's a sudden knock at your door, and you open it to see Jay. You shut the door immediately. "Leave." You state as he jiggles the doorknob. "Y/n, wait. I'm sorry it took me so long there was traffic, and you know the ice cream place is far from my house!" Confusion takes over you as you slowly unlock and open the door. He continues: "Here, I got you all your favourite things. Do you want me to stay, or should I go..?" You take two white plastic bags from his hands. "You jerk. You suck." Now he's confused. "Should I??" he pointed to the street, more directly to his car. "How dare you hang up on me! Do you know how upset I was?" You pull him into the house, not noticing how he tripped over your shoe and stumbled forward, pushing himself to the nearest wall, with you in front of him. "O-Oh, i'm sorry—I was just trying to get here as fast as possible.” You can feel his hot breath fanning against your neck as he talks. "It's okay! It’s fine, don't worry." you blush and walk away, sitting back on the couch, now with your snacks. Jay stayed there, pinning air against the wall as he covered his mouth with his other hand. Shit. He was blushing like crazy.

심재윤 (SIM JAEYUN) — Dumped

You're at Jake's house. in his room, sobbing on his gaming chair. "And then he just said it's over." You completed your story, not without at least one billion sniffles along the way. You knew you could rely on Jake, your best friend since almost forever, to comfort you. "Yeah? I'm sorry, Y/n. You deserved better." Your eyes sparkle in admiration and your eyes flashback distant memories from when you had a crush on Jake. Your heart aches. He was so perfect, but you were both young, and you didn't wanna risk losing him. "Jake.. Could I hug you?" He blanks out for a second before responding. "Of course! Sure! Just don't get any snot on me." Your face turns red in embarrassment and he notices. "Kidding, obviously!" He hugs you and you hold him tight.

After a few seconds, Jake tries to pull away, but you pull him tighter—maybe just a little too tight. From pulling Jake, his body weight was on you now and his gaming chair could not handle that; it toppled over. You were laying down on the chair, which was now flipped on its back (so you were still technically on it) when you realised Jake was on top of you. Woah. You both made eye contact for a split second before he got off. "Oh my gosh, Y/n, i'm sorry!" His cheeks are pink from prior. You just giggle. "No, seriously it's fine. It was my fault anyway." He looks at you, slowly speaking up. "In that case.. Wanna do it again?"

박성훈 (PARK SUNGHOON) — Rejected

It was embarrassing, getting rejected. And you needed someone to talk to. You went to your first and only resort, your best friend, Park Sunghoon. Something about the sparkle in your eyes while talking about him made Sunghoon uncomfortable. Did you like him that much? Come on. You barely knew him. Sunghoon decides not to speak on his thoughts and listen to what you have to say instead. He was always a good listener anyway. But when you get to a point talking about stuff you “did wrong”, he can’t hold back any longer. “Y/n.” his sharp voice catches you off guard, and your eyes avert to him. “You did nothing wrong, okay? Just because you thought he liked you doesn’t mean you were wrong. He totally led you on and played with your feelings.” You feel tears wither up into your eyes and you clasp onto Sunghoon’s waist. It takes him by surprise, but he wraps his arms around yours. “Thank you, Hoon.”

김선우 (KIM SEONWOO) — Stood up

Sunoo could not believe what he was hearing. How could someone as pretty, kind, and sweet as you get stood up? I mean, the guy promised he'd show up. What a jerk. Sunoo stayed by your side as you ranted about how long you took getting ready, and how nervous you were. At first, you were a little upset, but then you were just irritated. You got all dressed up and ready for absolutely nothing. What a waste of time. Sunoo, unlike you, was furious. He asked (begged) for the guy's number so he could meet him, but you declined. Being petty wouldn't get you back time. "I give up on dating people." you sigh, and Sunoo panics. "You can't give up! There's still someone out there waiting for you!'' His sudden defensiveness leaves you confused. "And who would that be." you roll your eyes, sipping the water he brought for you earlier. "…. Me."

西村力 (NISHIMURA RIKI) — Rejected

Before you even came up to Ni-ki, he could sense something was wrong—His spidey senses were tingling. He saw the small tear droplets formed in your eyes and sighs, pushing a stand of hair out of your face. His eyebrows were furrowed while he studied your sad features. "I thought you said you were absolutely confident he liked you back?" You sniffle a bit and he can't help but chuckle. "Idiot." He whispers under his breath. Ni-ki's face holds a soft smile, his eyes holding oceans of stars. "Hey!" You punch him and he lets out a fake cry. "Maybe he changed his mind." You huff at him.

Not a great situation for jokes, but Ni-ki always managed to make you laugh. "You should've stayed with me.." He pats your head, still making eye contact even if he's towering over you. "You know I'd treat you better." Your heart flutters. How could it not? But it was for your friend. Was this wrong? You give him a confused expression, still at a loss of words from his actions. "Y/n, you don't know? You really don't know?" His blank expression still confused you, and a slow, soft smile appeared in his mouth. He bends down to your level, and your eyes widen. He's.. super attractive. How couldn't you notice him before? "I like you."

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dollwrites · 2 years ago

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!joestar!reader, noncon, pseudo-incest, dio calls reader baby sister and little sister, loss of virginity, mean!dio, size kink, suggested abuse ( emotional and physical ), blackmailing, all characters featured are 18+

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“Dio, don’t—“

it was all you could manage to blurt out before his large hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your protest to being bent over the dining room table. now, you could hear nothing but his heavy breathing in your ear, and the clinking of tea cups against their saucers as you struggled and pulled at the tablecloth. you’d knocked one over already, and stare at the steaming, amber liquid staining the pristine, white cloth. you would be in trouble for that later.

“Shhh, shh, sh.” Dio squeezed his fingers tight against your lips, but his other hand was grasping wildly at your skirt, wrenching it and your slip up to toss the flowy fabric against the small of your back before grabbing a fistful of your cotton panties. “Didn’t I say that I’d be nice if you were good?” he had said that, however Dio’s definition of nice simply meant that he wouldn’t twist your arms behind your back, so tight that he might break them, until you gave in and kissed him even though you would beg and beg him not to. or, that he wouldn’t sit on your chest, pinning you to the ground with all of his weight so he could fuck his fist and cum on your face while you cried.

it wasn’t a one time thing, no matter how many times you told him you didn’t want to do this with him, Dio was much bigger, much stronger, and much more cruel than you. he’d do and say anything to keep you as his little toy, even going so far as to threaten to tell your father and brother that you were sleeping with him. on the days he blackmailed you, you were always relatively compliant. you let him use your hands like his own, or let him grope at your ass while he did it himself, and you tried not to cry too loud, lest he get annoyed and get rougher with you.

instead of jerking the lingerie off of you, his thumb presses against the fabric, prodding your netherlips to part around the pad. “What I needed was a little help from my baby sister, I was suffering. Couldn’t you tell?” Dio croons when you blindly stomp at his feet— even if you managed to clip his toes under your heels, you weren’t strong enough to do any real damage against him. “I told you what I needed, no? It wasn’t that hard, just ‘drop down on your knees, close your eyes, and open that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll do all the work.’”

bucking back against him in hopes to wriggle free, you’re reminded of just how solid he was; big and immobile. it was like slamming yourself back against a brick wall, one that pushed itself into your shove and forced you back on to the table. “But you couldn’t even take the whole head in your mouth, could you? Crying to me that it was too big and you were too nervous. You didn’t want to choke on it, did you?” you shook your head, trying to scream against his palm that you didn’t want to do this— it was wrong, but your words were so muffled and jumbled that even if he was listening, he wouldn’t be able to decipher them. “You didn’t want to get caught sucking my cock, either, right? Well, don’t worry, little sister, nobody’s going to see you suck cock.” he pulls you up by the grip on your face, until his breath is heavy against your cheek, his other hand pulling your panties halfway down your trembling thighs. “If any of the kitchen staff happen to be eavesdropping, or if your father and JoJo return home early from their trip, they’re going to see me stretching your little cunt over me instead.”

both hands immediately flee to claw at the one he has clamped over your mouth, desperate for a chance to speak, a chance to plead with him. Dio knew you were a virgin, and he liked that. a lot. deep down, maybe you always expected something like this to happen, but now you were facing it, and you were terrified. if you knew Dio as well as you did, he wasn’t going to be gentle. guiding the crown of your head back against his pectoral, your eyelashes fluttered as you realize you’re screwed into a position perfect for looking up into those devil ruby eyes of his. just like he wanted. “There, stay right here and look up at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes get big and watery when I put it in—“ you squeal in opposition, shaking your head back and forth, trying to grip the skin of his palm in your teeth.

Dio shoved his lower body against yours harder, using his hips to pin you in place against the table so you couldn’t squirm too much while his hand flees from your panties to blindly undo his trousers, scoffing when you get even louder, even more restless and dig your nails into his arm, “Don’t be such a crybaby,” he purrs, grasping his cock at the base once he’s shimmied his pants down enough, and guides himself to rub his tip against your folds. you were slick and warm, and he groans, worming the head inside against your body’s resistance, “I’ll just give you the tip, nice and easy. I promise. Now, stay still and let me stretch that cunt.”

his lips find your forehead, smirking against it as he forces your body to stretch open around the swollen head of his cock, and your eyes widen and well up with tears just like he predicted, one helpless whimper reverberating in his hand. “Ahh,” Dio moans against your temple, letting go of himself once he was inside, grasping a handful of your ass instead, “How does that feel, little sister? Doesn’t it feel good to take your first cock?”

you squint as you look up at him and whine, pressing your wet and clumped lashes together to keep your tears from escaping your eyes— it wasn’t that it was incredibly painful. Dio was sizable, but if you’d been more prepared with foreplay, this might’ve even felt good. you knew that, but you also knew that Dio didn’t care. he never cared if you liked it, only that he did.

but his eyes are fixed on yours, reading all the hate and fear in them, and it only turned him on more. it only made him want to hurt you more. his grip on your ass tightened, nails digging in until you’re squirming, and he pushes his hips forward, breaking his lousy promise by shoving the remaining inches into you. you should’ve never believed that he would have so much self control, but the overload of cock has you screaming against his hand, your thighs vibrating when he bottoms out. “I’m sorry, baby sister,” he pants, dragging his open lips over your forehead, “but you’re just too tight. You look too cute trying to handle the tip, you’re making me want to fill you up and watch you break. I can’t resist,” Dio pulls back only to ram himself back into you, hilt deep, over and over again, falling into a mercilessly deep and hard rhythm that had you sobbing, knocking dishes off the table as you scramble for something to hold on to. “you’ve made me this ravenous. This rough. You’ll just have to be a good girl and take it until I cum, won’t you?”

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streamafterlaughter · 1 month ago

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter I: I Can Still Hold A Knife

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song(s) for this chapter: funny you should ask - the front bottoms

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present day

The Hideout is busier than usual for a Saturday. The floors are slightly stickier, more drinks spilled than swallowed by your usual crowd of drunks, and it’s a lot louder. It’s partially your doing; the virtual fliers are plastered all over the bar’s socials, reading WELCOME HOME CHRIS in big, block letters over a picture of your brother smiling widely, a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. The last few years had been hard for you without him, but compared to your shared group of friends, you’d probably had the easiest time.

The day he’d gotten arrested, you were moving into your apartment across town, finally out from under your parents’ roof after repeatedly assuring them you’d be extra careful. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust you, but they were extra protective of their only daughter. The hovering only increased when Chris got locked up.

In the six years without him, though, you’ve grown into your independence, adapting to the abandonment with ease, resentment festering in your gut.

”Beebs!” Your mother summons you back to the present with her affectionate nickname, and you pivot to where she stands on the stage, adjusting the mic stand.

”Yeah, Ma?”

”Can you come check the levels for me, dear? I gotta sign for the cake.”

You nod, and take her place onstage, mumbling into the microphone while Mark plays on the soundboard. Eventually, he gives you the thumbs up, and you retreat back behind the bar before any of the regulars can start a conversation.

“Okay, Chris just called, he’s five minutes away!” Your mom makes the announcement to your guests with false confidence. You know your mother, and she’d never admit it, but she’s one hundred percent freaking out about your brother coming home. Her only son, her firstborn, possibly destroyed by the traumas of prison. You won’t be the one to tell he was probably running the place after six months. The guests, Chris’s friends as well as yours, take their hiding positions as your mother goes about dimming the lights. You duck behind the bar as your heart rate increases, your throat closing, body shaking.

“He’s coming!” Someone whisper-yells, and follows it with a “SHHH!”

You hear the door creaking as it swings open. “Ma? Why’s the light off—?”

”WELCOME HOME, CHRIS!” The room erupts in cheers as the lights are flicked on, revealing what you can only assume is your big brother, standing in the doorway. He’s bigger, more muscular than the day he’d left, but he still wears that smug grin and that eager mischief in his green eyes. The smile on his face stretches when he catches your eye, and you can’t help but return it with a big, cheesy one of your own. He turns to your mother, enveloping her in a suffocating hug before turning to where you stand.”Hi, Beebs.”

You roll your eyes as he smothers you in a hug. “I’m too old for that nickname.” You mumble it unconvincingly into his jacket.

“Oh, my apologies. What would you like me to call you?”

You ignore him, instead inhaling your brother’s familiar scent of smoke and leather. “I missed you, Crispy.”

“Missed you too, kiddo.”

Two hours later, and the party’s still in full swing. It seems the entire town has stopped by to congratulate your brother on his freedom, despite half of Hawkins’ residents despising him. You’re tending bar, trying to keep track of who you’ve already cut off, and which patrons are on which tabs. Cold glasses leave condensation behind on the sticky wooden counter, The Hideout has never been fancy enough for coasters.

The doors swing open again, and the faces you’ve yearned for all night enter your eye line. You can’t help but squeal as you run from behind the bar as your mom begins taking your friends’ coats.

“Oh my god, Bee!” Robin Buckley opens her arms and you practically fall into them. “It’s so good to see you, what’s it been? A hundred years?”

You snicker. “Close! Six weeks.” You let go and move to the man next to her. “Hi, handsome.” You wrap your arms around Steve Harrington’s waist, and he drapes his around your head.

“Hey, beautiful. How’s your dad?”

“He’s good, the usual.” Your parents had divorced shortly after Chris’s arrest, your dad moving to New York to escape the judgment of the neighbors.

You soak in the sight of your friends, beaming at them. They haven’t changed a bit, save maybe for a haircut and a few more smile lines on their pretty faces. You can’t imagine how you must appear to them, face worn with age and worry.

Before you can catch up, though, the bar door flies open again. The sight before you knocks the wind from your lungs, your jaw unhinged and falling to the floor. Your tongue feels heavy, uncomfortable in your mouth, and your palms start to sweat. A vision of faded denim and worn leather, noisy chains clanking on his jeans, silver gaudy rings catching the dim lights of the bar as he nervously wrings his hands together. His hair is windblown, and an unlit cigarette is clenched between slightly crooked teeth. The bar has gone almost completely silent.

“Hey, everyone.” Eddie Munson finally speaks, and your fists clench.

“Now that feels like a hundred years ago.” Steve mumbles, and Robin stabs him with her elbow.

It takes everything in you not to scream as you approach your mother, who’s taken your place behind the bar to satiate the patrons no longer interested in your brother’s arrival.

“Mom!”

“Hi, baby! Can you come help me back here?” She’s fighting with the soda nozzle. “I think this one’s empty.”

“Mom, why is he here?” You’re speaking low, afraid of someone overhearing.

“Why is who here? You’ll have to be more specific, dear.”

“Please don’t play stupid. Why is Eddie here?”

Your question stops her fiddling with the soda gun. “Eddie’s here?”

You gape at her, practically seething. “He walked in like ten minutes ago!”

“Honey, I had no idea he’d show up! Chris must have invited him. Are you alright?”

It puts you at ease knowing your mom had nothing to do with this sabotage, but you’re filled with rage at hearing your brother might have. “I’ll be fine. Leave it to Chris to piss me off as soon as he’s a free man.” You take the soda nozzle from your mother, needing to let out your aggression. You shake it like you would a snake attempting to sink its teeth into your flesh, wrestling with the piece until something gives, spraying club soda all over you and the bar top. “Shit!” You throw it down, and it continues releasing into the space around you, as if aiming for your wet, sticky downfall. “God dammit.”

Your mother bites her top lip, holding back a cackle. “I think we lost this battle, babes.”

“Ma!” He hops over the counter, less than gracefully, landing right in the puddle. “You cool if we play a couple? For old time’s sake?” Chris widens his eyes, giving your mother his best sad puppy look.

Your mother rolls her eyes. “Only if your sister’s okay with it.”

You drop your jaw in mock offense. “Why me?!”

“Please, Birdie!” Chris turns to you, that same stupid look on his face. “I know you miss it too.”

You groan, caving to your brother’s wish. “Fine! But I’m staying at the bar.”

He chuckles at you. “Yeah, we’ll see about that!” And he’s off, gathering his friends by the side of the stage. You look to your mother, who only motions to the crowd forming as Chris climbs on to the stage. Behind him are three more boys clad in denim and leather, chains and zippers catching the lights. You catch Robin and Steve making their way into the crowd, and you follow them before you can think better of it. They greet you with a cheer, Robin with a slightly cocked eyebrow. “How’d they convince you to come over here?”

You scoff. “Chris pulled the got out of jail card.” It earns a laugh from your friends.

“Hello, Hideout!” Chris speaks into the mic, earning the attention from the whole room. “My name is Chris L/n, and as of this morning, I’m a free man, baby!” The room shakes with whoops and hollers, wolf whistles of approval, or just drunk excitement. You clap along, heart thumping irrationally out of your chest for a reason you can’t pinpoint, that is until the house lights dim.

Chris, though charismatic and charming, is not a front man. When he’s on that stage, he’s the brother you remember; focused, driven, passionate. You’ve never seen someone play the drums like him, never been so interested in the drummer until you had a chance to watch your brother. When he sits behind his kit, though, the attention of the crowd is drawn elsewhere.

You're not special, you know that. Just like everyone else, you can’t help but watch the spectacle in front of you. The spotlight hits him as he climbs the stairs, guitar draped across his torso, frizzy curls already stuck to his skin with sweat. You clench your fists, nails digging into your flesh to ground yourself. He approaches the microphone as the music swells, a drumroll building as distorted guitars wail in unison.

“It is so nice to see all of your familiar, sweaty faces.” He starts, voice low and breathy, and you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Welcome to the show. My name is Eddie. We are Corroded Coffin, thanks for comin’ out!” They go into their first song, and the crowd starts jumping, hands in the air. Even Robin, who’s stood by you these past six years, is letting her guard down, head bobbing to the rhythm. You try not to glare at your best friend, you know she can’t help it. You barely can, the music is painfully difficult not to move to.

It’s then he catches you, far too close to the stage to avoid his eyeline. “I see you, Bird. I know you wanna dance.” Robin nudges you, nose wrinkled with glee as you let the tension melt, head rocking back and forth as the music swells to its peak, signaling the end of the antics. Chris crashes his symbols, and they fade seamlessly into the first song, successfully convincing the crowd to move. A pit opens up towards the back, and you stand on the edge as Steve and Robin two step together, smiles stretched across their faces.

It’s 2am when you ring the last call bell, only to be answered with disappointed groans. You start pouring ice water into tiny cups, lining the bar with them for the exiting crowd. When the last stragglers step over the threshold, you’re approached from behind.

“Need some help cleanin’ up?” The voice sends a chill down your spine, so close you feel his breath on your neck.

Normally, you’d insist you didn’t want his help, but it was a busy, rowdy night. Your shoes stick to the floor, and you could use an extra set of hands, regardless of house calloused.

“Grab a rag.” You lazily point to the sink behind you, and Eddie eagerly hops to it.

“You like the set tonight?” He’s talking to you. Why is he talking to you? You respond with a “Hmm,” suddenly extremely interested in cleaning the bar.

“Felt pretty good to be back up there, y’know with the whole band.” You don’t respond, scrubbing a particularly sticky spot on the edge of the counter. “Saw you dancin’ out there. You look good. It’s nice to see you.”

You snap. “Enough. Stop talking to me. Clean the damn counter.” He chuckles, fucking giggles. Your irritation doesn’t phase him, but he obliges and sprays the counter down. The rest of the night is spent in silence, save for the low music humming from the house speakers.

“Get home safe, Tweety.” He has the gall to use the nickname he’d given you in high school, rolling off his tongue like an old friend. Before you can respond, he’s crossing the street to where his van is parked, cigarette hanging between his lips. When you’re sure he’s out of earshot, you let out a guttural groan, effectively shredding your vocal cords for the rest of the night.

Once in your car, your safe place, you scream.

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Good To Me

pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader (brief mentions of bff!Seungkwan and housemate!Mingyu)

genre: fluff, smut, a teeny tiny bit of comedy

warnings: a lot of flirting, sexual tension, soft dom!Wonwoo, use of restraints (his hands duh), dirty talk, praise, oral sex (f rec), edging, unprotected sex (stay safe hoes), creampie, god-tier aftercare, domestic stuff in the end and a teeny tiny bit of jealous wonu

Continuation of Good To Us

word count: 5k

summary: After your mind-blowing night with Wonwoo and Mingyu, you leave your number behind, with the hopes the right man will find it.... and he does. What happens next....well, it exceeds your expectations.

Author’s note: gosh it took SO long to finish this, hope it will live up to the expectations!!

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nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17

“No. Fucking. Way” your friend looks at you with a baffled expression.

“Well… it happened” you shrug with a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

“Oh my God, I’m actually glad I never appeared in the bar”

“Seriously now, Kwan?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Girl, you got dick and you’re still salty over me?”

“Technically, it was two dicks-”

“That’s double the reason to not be salty!!” Seungkwan protests loudly, successfully attracting the attention of people sitting at nearby tables.

“Is it so hard for you to keep it down?!” you whisper-yell at your friend.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not being used to my best friend getting dicked down by two men at the same time!” Seungkwan retorts and you grumble, sitting back in your chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

A moment of silence passes, until he breaks it.

“So….are you planning on seeing them again?” he takes a sip from the straw of his iced americano,

“I don’t know, it was probably a one-time thing…” you twirl your thumbs together, trying to hide your face from your friend.

“Mh-hm, yeah, a one-time thing…” Seungkwan nods with a sarcastic tone, the little voice in his head practically screaming “Y/N will get dick again!!”. You raise your head and glare at him, but he merely rolls his eyes at you.

“Seungkwan…”

“Can you at least show me a picture of them? They gotta have an Instagram account or something”

“We just talked for a few minutes, we didn’t exchange socials” you huff and open your phone, in a futile attempt to check your socials, until a notification in your Instagram account catches your attention and makes your eyes widen in surprise.

jeon_ww has started following you.

“Um…. Kwan?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I think I can show you a picture of one of the guys” you scratch your cheek and he swiftly snatches the device out of your hand, leaving you speechless.

“What are you-”

“Shhh! I’m researching now, shut up” he stops you with his raised pointer, shamelessly scrolling through your own phone.

“Mmhm, aha…..Yes, you’re definitely gonna see mister….Jeon Wonwoo soon” Seungkwan states as a matter of fact and smirks triumphantly.

“Oh really? And how do you know that?” you reply with a mockery of his previous tone. “Apparently, he found the little piece of paper with YOUR NUMBER on it in his shared apartment” he gives you your phone back in the most dramatic way possible and your eyes scan the direct messages Wonwoo sent you:

jeon_ww: hey there :)

jeon_ww: um, i usually don’t do this with girls i’ve only met once

jeon_ww: but i found the piece of paper with your number on it and kept it, hoping it was meant for me

jeon_ww: sorry if i’m being intrusive, i just didn’t know if it was right to call you right off the bat yk?

Oh my God, why is he so fucking cute and considerate, what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

“Heeey! I’m talking to you!” Seungkwan snaps his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

“Eh? What is it?”

“Oh my God, stop acting like a lovestruck fool in public, you’re embarrassing me” he blocks his sight with his hand.

“I’m not acting like a lovestruck fool!” you whine in protest.

“Yeah, whatever”

“Will you just let me answer in peace? Thank you” you try to ignore him and return to your phone, typing out an answer.

check_yn: hi wonwoo :)

check_yn: um, well…that’s exactly why i left that note yk? so you could call me….

“Damn, pretty straightforward of you, Y/N” Seungkwan mutters and you shush him, your beverages long forgotten.

jeon_ww: i know, i’m sorry about that

jeon_ww: is it too late to make it up to you?

check_yn: hmm depends on what you have in mind

jeon_ww: you. me. dinner. fancy restaurant.

jeon_ww: my treat ofc

“Wow that’s a gentleman right there” Seungkwan admits with a low whistle and you throw him a glare, making him shut up.

check_yn: tempting offer i must say

check_yn: can’t bring myself to refuse

“Just say you wanna jump his bones- okay fine I’ll shut up!”

jeon_ww: is that a yes?

check_yn: it most certainly is

jeon_ww: perfect. how does saturday night at 8 sound?

check_yn: it sounds perfect to me!

jeon_ww: wonderful. i’ll see you then, pretty

You close your phone, looking at Seungkwan with a flushed face, a knowing smile resting on his face.

--a few days ago--

“Gyu? Are you home?” Wonwoo closes the door behind him, looking around the house to check whether his friend is home. “Hm, that’s weird, he’s usually home that time”, he mutters to himself and shrugs right after, taking off his jacket and shoes. It doesn’t take him long to go into his room and change into comfier clothes, his round specs resting on the bridge of his nose.

He passes by the kitchen, searching the fridge for anything interesting to bite on, when he notices a small piece of paper on the table in front of the couch, closing the fridge and making his way to the living room. He picks it up, making himself comfortable on the cushions, as he reads the content of the note, with a partially amused and partially surprised smile.

“It was lovely last night and the food was terrific, exactly what I needed to give me strength. Oh, and the dress is beautiful. You have excellent taste.

-y/n

p.s: here’s my number…just in case ;)”

“Would you look at that” Wonwoo licks the corner of his lips, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. His mind runs back to the night he spent with you and Mingyu, but a small pang of jealousy in his heart reminds him that he had to share you that night.

And despite having a housemate for nearly a year, Wonwoo is actually terrible at sharing.

The familiar sound of the door lock clicking open alerts him and he shoves the piece of paper in the pocket of his sweats, just in time before Mingyu enters the house.

“Oh hey there, thought you’d return later” the younger man greets Wonwoo, the latter trying his best to act normal.

“Oh, well, the shoot ended sooner than I thought so here I am!” Mingyu grins, “I didn’t bring food, though - Want me to whip up something quick?” he takes off his jacket and shoes, carefully setting his equipment down.

“Can’t refuse your cooking, you know that” Wonwoo laughs, “Didn’t really eat at work either, sooo”

“Hyung! I told you to not skip meals!”

“You make it sound like I’m a kid or something, Gyu”

“You behave like one sometimes” the younger man sighs, making his way to the kitchen, preparing the necessary ingredients for a meal.

“Yeah, sure” Wonwoo scoffs and he turns around, carefully sliding the piece of paper out of his pocket, swiftly saving your number in his phone, before Mingyu notices.

“What’s that in your hand, hyung?”

Shit.

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo tries to brush it off, but he fails miserably.

“I’m talking about the paper in your hand!” he points at said piece.

“O-Oh, this! It’s the phone number of a client, I didn’t have time to search them while I was at work, so I just scribbled down their name” he comes up with a quick lie, letting out a small huff when Mingyu nonchalantly replies, going back to cooking,

So fucking close, God, Wonwoo closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. But at least now it’s certain he has your number and Mingyu will never see it.

Now all he needs is to find your socials.

Wonwoo is waiting right outside the restaurant, digging his hands in his pockets to keep them warm - and somehow stop himself from fidgeting. He has checked the time on his watch at least twice within five minutes, wondering if you’ll actually show up and not ditch- No, there’s no way you’d do that, he thinks, trying to shake off any bad thoughts.

It’s been a long time since he last went out on a proper date (that night doesn’t count obviously)

“Well, well...Who would have thought I'd actually see you again”, you chuckle when you meet Wonwoo's eyes. “Oh? I thought you left that little note for me?”, he raises his eyebrow playfully.

“I left it as a 'thank you' to the both of you. What would happen with my number was completely out of my hand” you feign innocence and a deep chuckle erupts from his chest.

“Good thing I found it first then” he admits, “After you, my lady” he opens the door of the restaurant for you and you enter the restaurant, Wonwoo following suit.

“Good evening, sir, madam” the receptionist greets the both of you politely.

“Hello, we have a reservation under the name Jeon Wonwoo. Table for two” he says.

“I see it right...here. Follow me this way, please” the receptionist checks the book and you follow her to the neatly set table. “Enjoy your night” she says before leaving.

“This looks beautiful” you say, stunned as you unbutton your coat and Wonwoo's eyes fixate on your dress - the dress he bought you after that night.

“I knew you'd love this place. And I knew you'd look beautiful in this” he chuckles as soon as he takes a better look at you, “Here, lemme take this off for you” he comes behind you and slides the coat off your shoulders, pulling the chair behind you to sit down - such a gentleman.

“I wonder if it's the only thing you'll take off me tonight” you tease him with a sultry smile. He sits down, pulling his chair closer towards you, resting his elbows, the sleeves of his turtleneck rolled up, his forearms exposed.

“That depends, my dear Y/N”

“On what, sir Jeon?” you retort, purring the title and a chill runs down Wonwoo's spine, but he's too prideful to show he's affected by your words. Instead, he licks the corner of his lip, not breaking eye contact with you.

“On how much I'll make you laugh, sweetheart”

And he does.

You swear you haven’t stopped laughing ever since you sat on the table, sharing story after story about the perks and perils of having a housemate like Mingyu (“If he wasn’t such a good cook, I would have kicked him out within the first three months”), or a friend like Seungkwan (“He reposted a story of mine once and wrote ‘Why am I still your friend’ with a rolling eyes emoji! My mom literally called me the next day and asked me if I fought with him, literally!”).

The hours pass in a blur - you don’t know when you left the restaurant, took a cab to your place (it was a quick decision - Wonwoo didn’t want to risk bumping into Mingyu this time) and entered your apartment.

The ride back home didn’t last long, but to the two of you, it felt excruciatingly slow. You were exchanging needy glances with Wonwoo, struggling to keep your hands to yourselves, resorting to just holding hands in the cab, trying to suppress your giggles and sneaky grins.

As soon as Wonwoo paid for the cab (yes, he insisted on doing so) and you closed the door behind you, his hands and lips were immediately on yours, almost pinning you to the heavy wooden door, letting out all the tension and need that had built up throughout the night.

Both of you haphazardly take off your shoes and coats, barely hanging them properly.

“Bedroom?”

“Yes please?” you breathe out and he picks you up, carrying you all the way to the bedroom, mentally applauding yourself for cleaning up in the morning.

Entering the room, you tap Wonwoo’s shoulders and he gets the message, gently putting you down on your feet, his gaze intense on you, the pads of his fingers tracing your shoulder blades and the straps of your dress.

“Should I take this off from you, sweetheart?”, he tugs at the straps, patiently waiting for your answer. “Thought you’d never ask”, you grin and Wonwoo grins back, effortlessly spinning you around, his hands carefully pulling down the zipper and exposing your naked back. You sigh in content once you feel his lips pepper kisses along your shoulders and your spine, biting down on your bottom lip to not let any sound slip away.

“You don’t have to be shy with me, y’know”, he whispers in your ear, hands tracing mindless shapes on your navel, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. “You’re making it hard, y’know”, you turn around to face him, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as you realize you’re nearly naked, all while Wonwoo was fully dressed. “Really? Wanna tell me why?”, he runs his fingers from your waist, all the way up to your neck, fighting the urge to touch your chest without your permission.

"First of all, you're fully dressed and I'm nearly naked", you state and put your hands on his covered chest, "I think we should change that". "I couldn't agree more, sweetheart, this turtleneck has never felt more suffocating before", he huffs and you're impatiently unbuckling his belt, your fingers tugging at the soft material, his own hands helping to take it off completely.

"I know this isn't the first time I see your chest, but fuck, you're so sexy", you half moan and start pushing Wonwoo towards the bed, making him fall on the mattress softly, wasting zero time to climb in his lap and let your hands wander over his toned pecs. "Why, thank you, sweethe- oh fuck", he groans mid-sentence as he feels your tongue flatten out on his neck, licking his skin from his collarbones up to his jawline, your lips occasionally sucking on the soft flesh.

“God, aren’t you a hungry one” he hisses when you graze your teeth over his jugular, your fingers dancing over his nipples, hoping you’d take control this time, “You’re wandering on dangerous territory, baby” he lowers his tone in an attempt to put you in your place.

“You’re right in my hands and you think I won’t grasp the chance to explore your body? Don’t be ridiculous” you chuckle but it is short-lived, as Wonwoo grips your wrists and turns you both around, your back touching the mattress within milliseconds.

“You had your fun, baby” he traps your hands above your head, “Now it’s my turn”, he leans down and starts kissing down your neck, one hand holding your wrists in place, the other trailing from your tummy to cup your breast.

“So fucking pretty” he breathes on your skin, his tongue darting out to lick your nipple, his lips wrapping around your bud to suck it.

“Oh shit…”, you whine, arching your back off the bed, “Fuck, this feels so good” your eyes flutter dangerously, as Wonwoo rolls your other nipple between his fingers, just enough to inflict a barely painful, but quite pleasurable sting.

“Baby, I’m barely doing anything and you’re already so needy?” he chuckles on your skin.

“N-Not my fault your mouth feels so good” you half moan, “Can’t even think about how good you’d be at oral” and Wonwoo stops all movements at once.

“Is that so, darling?” he looks you right in the eye, letting your wrists go, “And here I thought you had a vivid imagination”, he tuts in disapproval.

“I was thinking about letting you show me?” you playfully ask and a cheshire cat smirk plays on his lips, wordlessly threading his fingers on your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time, since you’re being so nice tonight” Wonwoo smooths his palms over the back of your thighs, pushing them apart to reveal your quite soaked core, a barely audible groan rumbling through his chest.

“I will fucking devour you” he dives his head between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he slides his tongue between your folds, all the way from your entrance to your clit, paying extra attention to it by teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it playfully with his lips afterwards.

“Pull my hair if you want to, love”

“Are you trying to tell me you won’t go easy on me?”

“I think I was clear enough when I said I’ll fucking devour you” Wonwoo chuckles, resuming his ritual on your pussy, a bit more eager than before, judging from the way you’re moaning and arching your back off the mattress. His hands are caressing your skin, making their way towards your chest, a whine escaping your mouth when they reach your breasts, his fingers toying with your nipples.

“W-Wonu, shit…” you mewl his name, your hand creeping onto the base of his hair, starting to tug at the soft locks when your lover dips his tongue in your entrance, fucking it greedily as his hands squeeze your tits, the bridge of his nose gliding against your clit.

“Do you want me to make you cum, love?” Wonwoo purrs against your pussy, hands reaching down to hold your waist. You look down between your legs, your pussy gushing when you see his messed up hair, lips, nose and chin covered in your slick.

“Please, Wonwoo, please!” you beg him, hips almost bucking in his face, but he pins you down, lifting himself and wiping his face with his forearm.

“I will. But I’d rather do it with my cock” he grins, discarding his pants and boxers, cock painfully hard and heavy in his hand.

“Then do it already!” you whine, almost thrashing on the bed.

“Condom?”

“Fuck me raw, Woo, I’m clean”

“As you wish, love” he bends down, softly kissing you before aligning his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing in, without wanting to hurt you.

The stretch isn’t unfamiliar, but there is an initial sting - your pussy feels so full, full of Wonwoo’s cock, your mind spinning from arousal. He knows it’s a bit uncomfortable, but he gives you the time you need to accommodate to his size - all while trying to distract you with kisses all over your neck and jaw, his hands holding your waist and back tenderly.

“When you’re ready to move, tell me” Wonwoo whispers in your ear.

“Please move, Wonu, I need you to move” you plead and he nods, raking his hands on yours, keeping them trapped beside your head, swiftly rolling his hips between your legs. The first few thrusts have that dull sting, but that sting molds into mind numbing pleasure, your walls stretched out and hugging his shaft perfectly.

“God, you feel so perfect around me, fuck” Wonwoo moans in your ear, his thrusts unfaltering and powerful, his toned body pressed against yours, feeling every single curve of his chiseled torso on you.

“You’re so damn good at t-this, fucking me so well” you mirror his moans, fingers threading with his, nails starting to dig on the skin of his hands.

“If you keep gripping me like that, I won’t last long, Y/N”

“Who says that’s a problem?”

“Do you want me to embarrass myself with just one round or you’re craving my cum that much?” he raises his brow teasingly, jutting his hips a bit more forcefully this time, eliciting a louder moan from you, effectively hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“You caught me - I want you to fill me up to the brim, baby” you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart” Wonwoo smirks and straightens up, letting your hands and gripping your waist, kneeling on the mattress to lift your hips, just enough to hit deeper than before. He pulls out until it’s just the tip is in you and plows back in your cunt, using the grip on your waist as leverage to fuck you harder.

The way he’s fucking you now reminds you of how he fucked you that night with Mingyu - but it’s way more intimate now, it’s only him now.

You’re about to open your mouth, but everything goes blank, your body starts convulsing, pussy clenching violently around Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing him tight and cumming hard around him.

“Oh fuck, f-fuck!” he keels over you, fisting the pillow behind your head as he delivers a few strong thrusts, cumming a few seconds later, filling you up with his warm cum to the brim.

You’re still shaking underneath him, your hands gripping his back, raking your nails on him while trying your best to calm down from your intense orgasm. Wonwoo is kissing your cheeks to help you relax, remaining inside you until he’s soft enough to slip out of you.

“I’ll be back in a few, love, don’t move, I’ll clean you up, I promise” he mutters in your ear, petting your hair and you nod, letting him get up.

He returns to the room a few minutes later, with a glass full of water and a towel.

“Here, drink this” he hands you the glass and you down it in one go, almost dropping it with a yelp when you feel the warm towel swipe away the remnants of your orgasm and Wonwoo’s cum dripping from your hole.

“Hey, give me a warning before doing stuff!” you slap his shoulder, “You’re so lucky I drank all of the water”

“Or else?”

“Or else I would have splashed it on you” you grumble.

“Ooh, so scary” he mocks you with a giggle and he laughs even harder when you cross your arms in front of your chest, a pout resting on your lips.

“Will you let me clean you up properly now?” he asks with a sweet tone and you relax your body, letting him do as he said.

“You’re being way too good to me” you speak up, wincing ever so slightly when the towel touches the more sensitive parts of your body.

“Why wouldn’t I be good to you?” Wonwoo raises his brow in question.

“I don’t know, it’s not like everyone does the whole aftercare thing when sex ends” you state, scratching your cheek.

“Well, I’m not like everyone else, sweetheart” he replies with a serious tone.

“So you do this to every single woman you sleep with?” you try to tease him, but he’s having none of it.

“I used to. But I haven’t done it in a long time - Not because I lost my decency, though”

“Then why did you stop?” you ask him as he finishes up with cleaning your body.

“Because it’s been a long time since I last slept with someone” he admits, looking you straight in the eye.

“Oh” you simply reply, “Well, I….I didn’t see that coming” you drop the teasing tone and opt to curl your arms around your knees out of embarrassment.

“Hey, hey” Wonwoo gently stretches your legs again, “It’s okay, you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything” he rubs your skin soothingly, laying next to you.

“Um, well, if you say so” you lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your torso.

A beat of silence passes.

“Hey, Wonwoo?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you awake?”

“Since I’m replying to you, I think I am” he chuckles and you roll your eyes at his reaction, “I suppose you wanna talk?” he asks you this time.

“Do you mind?” you shift in his arms, your hand mindlessly caressing Wonwoo’s arm and he turns his head towards you, smiling softly.

“We were talking all night long, why would I want to stop now?”

“Okay then” you exhale and Wonwoo lets out a breathy laugh.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“It’s really funny and baffling at the same time”

“What exactly?”

“You’re so shy right now, despite being so talkative and cheeky all night….It’s kinda cute”

“S-Shut up…”

“Oh? But I thought you wanted me to talk to you?” he cheekily retorts and you whine, hiding your face behind your hands.

He then shifts under the sheets, his hands gently grasping your wrists and pulling them away, revealing your face again. “Hey there”, he smiles at you and you snort, letting out a very awkward yet loud laugh you were holding back the past minutes. “There you go”, Wonwoo states in a very loving manner and you suddenly stop, cheeks heating up when your eyes stare directly into his, realizing the amount of intimacy this moment holds.

“Is it a really bad moment to say that I like that side of yours better?” you mutter under your breath.

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo looks at you with a bewildered expression, “I’m genuinely curious”

“Last time we met, you were more…. how do I put this…”

“Rough?” you search for the right words, but he completes the sentence for you instead.

“Well….yeah, pretty much. Not that I didn’t like it or something - on the contrary, I absolutely loved it and you were hot as fuck when you did that thing to Mingyu-”

“Y/N, you’re rambling again”

“Oh” you realize and stop, metally cursing at yourself for getting carried away. Again.

“It’s okay though. And I get what you mean” Wonwoo supports his body on his forearms, trying not to press his entire weight on you, “Let’s say it’s my way of….asserting dominance” he admits.

“I see….So you wanted to put your friend in his place and show him who’s the boss?” you rest your arms on his shoulders, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Exactly. Aren’t you a smart one, huh?” a smug smirk resting on his handsome face.

“Do I sense a jealous streak here, mister Jeon?”

“Honey, let’s be real here - as much as I love my best friend, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you really want” he lowers his head towards your lips, merely a breath away from yours. Your heart is racing like an F1 car approaching the finishing line, ready to take the first place - but the car is your lips and Wonwoo’s are the prize.

Except he crooks his neck to the side and he kisses the corner of your lips, shifting to his side and wrapping his arm around your midriff, pulling you flush to his chest.

“Go to sleep, baby”.

You sleepily stretch your arm on the mattress, hoping it would fall on Wonwoo’s body, but it ends up falling flat on the side that was supposed to be filled with said man, only to find it completely empty. You swish your hand around for a second and turn your body around to confirm with your own eyes that Wonwoo is indeed gone.

Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, you think and sigh in disappointment and get out of the bed, searching in your closet for something comfy to wear, settling with your favorite blue hoodie, not bothering to wear pants underneath - since you’re home alone.

Except you never saw Wonwoo’s turtleneck hanging on the edge of the bed and you’re caught by surprise when you walk into the kitchen and see the man himself brewing morning coffee, with two mugs resting on the counter. And he’s shirtless. With lots of scratch marks on his back. And you’re standing like a deer caught in headlights because five seconds ago you were mentally calling him an asshole for leaving your bed and supposedly your house-

“How long have you been standing there?” Wonwoo asks you with his back still facing you and your trail of thoughts is cut short.

“How did you know I was here?” you ask back and make your way to the counter, sitting down with a low hiss.

“I could smell your perfume - it’s hard to miss it, you know” he turns around and briefly looks at your (incomplete attire) before passing you the mug.

“Did you just...check me out?” you narrow your eyes at him with a small smirk.

“As if your eyes weren’t glued on my back when you walked into the kitchen” Wonwoo retorts and the tips of your ears turn red.

“I’m sorry for not expecting you to be here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he raises his eyebrow and you take a sip of the coffee, trying to think of a good answer.

“Y/N, I’m not the type of guy who fucks and disappears the morning after” he adds before you’re about to reply.

“I know, you said that last night too” you remind him and he drinks a bit of his coffee, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I’m surprised you do”

“I’m a very attentive listener, Wonwoo”

“I’m not doubting your hearing skills, sweetheart”

“Then what?”

“I’m surprised you’re able to remember anything after how loud you were last night” he chuckles and you swat your bare leg at his thigh.

“Now you sound like Mingyu” you roll your eyes and Wonwoo grabs your leg, bringing you closer to him and he lifts you from your chair, placing you to his lap.

“Tell me, Y/N - was it Mingyu who made you laugh so much last night?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmm, let me think...Nope” you tease him and he smirks, leaning under your jaw, lips barely ghosting your skin.

“Was it Mingyu who made you moan until you couldn’t think straight?” he rubs your thighs.

“Wonwoo...” you breathe out and let out an airy moan when you feel him suck that sensitive spot on your neck.

“I’m still waiting for an answer, sweetheart~”

“Shut up, it was all you” you whine in his lap and he laughs

“You’re so damn cute, Y/N” he presses a soft kiss on your cheek and you wrap your hands around his torso, pressing your palms on his back and he groans lightly.

“Careful, sweetheart, they’re still fresh”

“Sorry” you mutter with an embarrassed smile.

“Don’t be”

“But-” he shuts you up with a kiss and you can feel him smiling.

“Drink your coffee, it’ll go cold.”

#svthub #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen #sheesh this took way too long to be posted

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torumin · 1 year ago

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"I am the strongest"

Synopsis - Gojo comforting you after you have a nightmare<3

A/N - Fluff cuz I need some happiness in my life huehue :'] Also, requests are open<3

You were no new to nightmares but they were progressively getting worse

They were mostly the same but this time it was more terrifying

You could not save Gojo…. You had one simple job to do, just kill the curse and you weren’t even capable of doing that.

Useless as ever, can’t even save the man you love with every atom in you.

There laid Gojo covered in blood and unconscious.

This couldn’t be right… he is the strongest, he should be fine right? Wrong.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the love of your life, was on the ground, lifeless.

The shine in his eyes was gone, the usual warm smile was now replaced with a dull expression.

No matter how much you tried to wake him up he didn’t, he didn’t even move. He was gone.

That’s when you woke up, breathing heavily, tears streaming down your face.

The first you did was check up on him, you yanked the blanket he was sleeping with and checked for any injuries that you saw in your dream.

The sudden movement woke Satoru up. He was surprised to say the least.

“What the-”

That’s when he saw your state, tears streaming down your pretty face.

“Hey hey hey shhh what happened?” He asks you in a low voice as to not scare you more than you already are.

“S-Satoru I am so-so sorry” you sob “I-I couldn’t even save you”.

He immediately knew that you probably saw a quite gruesome nightmare. He knew how bad they can get sometimes as he himself was bothered by them quite a lot.

He hugged you tightly “Hey it’s alright, I am here. I am not going anywhere.”

You were sobbing hard, he hated seeing you like this. You, his pretty baby so sad and crying. It hurts his heart to see you in this state.

“I want you to take a breathe for me alright sweetheart?” He is still hugging you or should I say you were not letting go off of him as he would disappear.

“It’s alright, look at me, I am amazing as ever.” He says as he plants a soft kiss on you forehead.

His voice was like magic, you can feel all your worries disappear whenever he talks to you in such a soft and loving voice.

“Should I go and get some water for you sweetheart?”

You shake your head “I am coming with you” and just like that now you two are going towards the kitchen with you hanging on to Satoru like koala.

He chuckles at you lightly as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. He goes and gets you a glass of water which you gladly accept.

“Don’t worry about me like that baby, you know I am the strongest right? Nothing can happen to me” He says while flexing his biceps.

“yeah yeah whatever” You tease him.

“Whatever? what do you mean by that you don’t think I am strong? Damn baby you are breaking my heart” He says while acting all dramatic.

You can’t help but laugh at his action.

“You are so cute, you know that?” Satoru says while smiling, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“mhm, but not as cute as you” You say while pinching his cheeks.

He chuckles and picks you up “shall we go back to sleep then?”

“okay” You smile and kiss him softly on his cheek.

You two get back to the bed, you laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You never want him to ever leave you. He is the best thing that has happened to you and you love him with all your heart.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, ‘toru.”

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thehusbandoden · 7 months ago

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"Imoto" Alternative Ending -In love!Bakugo Katsuki x Heartbroken!Reader

A/n: it doesn't have a clear ending so call it how you'd like.

General info:

Genre: angst, comfort \\ wc: 442 \\ posted: 04/08/24

Summary:

Alternative ending, Izuku rejects you, leaving Bakugo to comfort you.

Tags: @garfieldthomas; @lemon-lav

Warnings!: rejection, unreciprocated love, unclear ending, oblivious reader, reader loves Izuku, Izuku loves Uraraka, Bakugo loves reader, jealousy, anger, possessiveness, a bit of Izucho, idk what else. Lmk if I miss any. <3

"Imoto" -Inlove!Bakugo Katsuki x Oblivious!Reader

“Are you sure this is going to work?” You whisper nervously, staring at the green-haired boy in the next room. He was talking to Uraraka, smiling shyly as he rambled about some new pro hero.

“Of course it will, now go.” Bakugo grunted, gently pushing you forward. You glance back at him hesitantly. He gives you a small smile, giving you the courage to proceed. You take a deep breath before walking into the next room.

You feel Bakugo’s crimson eyes boring into your back as you walk over to your childhood crush, Midoriya Izuku. He didn’t even notice you, continuing to ramble to the brunette. She had a bright blush on her cheeks, causing jealousy to stir in your stomach.

You mentally berate yourself for being ridiculous as you tap Izuku’s shoulder.

Bakugo’s pov:

Bakugo’s eyes narrow as he sees Deku chatting to round cheeks, his eyes lit up in joy. He clenches his fist as he realizes that your heart is about to be torn to shreds. He thinks about stopping you but knows that you need to find out... the hard way.

His eyes are lit up in rage as he watches you nervously tap his shoulder, shyly mumbling under your breath. After a few moments, Izuku seems to realize what’s happening, and quickly starts to backtrack.

After another minute, you slowly start to walk back towards Bakugo. His jaw is clenched as he meets you halfway, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you out of sight. Once you’re away from everyone, you collapse into his arms.

He looks down at you protectively, wrapping his arms around you as he brings you to his chest, caressing your hair gently. “Shh it’s alright. He wasn’t worth your time anyways...” he gruffly whispers.

You don’t speak relying on him to support you- which he does. His mind races as he thinks of all the ways he’s going to get at the idiotic Izuku for breaking your precious heart.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m here, I’ll protect you. My y/n..”

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years ago

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Dio's definitely the type to be like "just the tip" and then it straight up turns into noncon because hes a meanie like that. His excuse will probably be something along the lines of "you're just too cute I couldn't resist" 😳

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!joestar!reader, noncon, stepcest ( kinda ? adopt-cest?? if there’s a better term for this let me know? ), dio calls reader baby sister and little sister, loss of virginity, mean!dio, size kink, suggested abuse ( emotional and physical ), blackmailing, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ IF I DONT WRITE FOR DIO AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH I WILL PERISH. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Dio, don’t—“

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mp3chan · 2 years ago

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plz reblog/follow if u enjoy!

pairing: sub!felix x afab!reader

tw: mommy kink (duh), wrist restraints, unprotected sex (plz wrap it up ya’ll), MINORS DNI

wc: 1k

an: i will never not write sub felix ok ?

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“repeat that.” you panted, slowing the rolls of your hips, seeing felix grip the soft restraints on his wrist and tug.

“no please.” felix whimpered, his eyes slammed shut, the corners wrinkling like they did when he laughed. he only seemed to relax a little when you stopped fully and caressed his cheek gently.

“say it again, baby.” you softly told him, thumb brushing over his swollen lips. “i just want to make sure i heard you right.”

felix finally opened his eyes and looked at your face for any sign of anger or disgust. “asked you for more.” he replied, leaving out the very word you wanted to hear.

“what did you call me, lixie?” you asked him again, giving him a look that told him he didn’t want you to ask him this a fourth time.

“m-mommy.” felix finally squeaked, tearing up a little, feeling humiliated. you were quick to wipe them away.

“that’s all i wanted to hear baby boy.” you smiled, resuming your slow torturous rhythm of rubbing your clothed wet core over his leaking cock.

“im sor-“ felix started to apologize to you, only to have you put a finger over his lips to shush him.

“mommy just wanted to see if they heard their baby boy right. that’s all lixie.” you smiled down at him, and you could finally see felix relax under you.

“you don’t mind?” he asked between moans, tugging at the restraints again, just wanting to touch you in anyway he could.

“of course not.” you replied, tugging your underwear to the side so felix could feel your bare cunt gliding along his cock.

“fuck!” felix gasped, his back arching off the bed feeling your cunt against him finally, immediately biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet.

“be loud lixie.” you smiled down at him, he looked wrecked at this point. you loved seeing him like this. completely wrapped around your finger and hanging off your every word and action, his head obviously filled with nothing but you.

“m-mommy.” felix moaned, his hips bucking against you, the tip of his cock ever so slightly pushing into your cunt.

“baby boy is desperate today huh? can’t even take a little teasing?” you giggled, expecting felix to apologize like he normally would when you were on top like this.

“yes…desperate..” felix pouted, surprising you for a second. “need mommy’s cunt….please baby needs mommy.”

felix was completely gone at this point. his hips desperately trying to shove his cock back into you.

you decided not to prolong teasing him, swiftly sitting down onto his shaft, moaning audibly at the feeling of him stretching you out.

“fuck!” felix cursed again, chest heaving deeply as he panted. “move…mommy please please please.” he started begging, something he rarely did.

“shhh baby, I will just give me a second, ok?” you whispered to him, leaning over him to kiss him, your lips brushing together as you spoke, pecking his lips repeatedly.

“mommy.” felix moaned, his big eyes staring into yours. you got lost for a moment because you swore you could see stars in them, only snapping back when felix bucked into you.

“so impatient aren’t you baby boy?” you smirked, kissing his lips quickly again, deciding not to address how he chased after your mouth as you pulled away.

you started rolling your hips slowly, feeling his cock effortlessly slide in and out of you. “so good lixie.” you moaned, hands leaning on his hips to stabilize yourself.

“lixie mommy’s good boy?” felix asked you breathing heavily, his eyes glassy, somehow falling deeper into whatever new sub space this was of his.

“mommy’s best boy.” you smiled down at him, not expecting those words to cause him to push his hips up harshly and orgasm quickly inside you, making you gasp in shock, used to him normally asking for permission to do so.

you slowed down to let felix catch his breath, your hips still slightly moving to keep yourself on the edge until he was ready to continue.

“s-sorry.” felix apologized with a blush and you simply giggled at him.

“don’t be sorry baby. think you can go a little longer?” you asked him with a soft smile, gently rubbing his lower stomach. “mommy didn’t cum yet.”

“y-yes mommy.” felix nodded quickly, falling right back into his role, eager to let you use him for your own satisfaction.

you rolls turned into bounces the closer you felt your orgasm approaching. the burn in your thighs not even noticeable when you felt felix’s cock begin to stiffen inside you again.

“lixie…you feel so good..” you moaned, seeing his cheeks burn with a dark blush at the praise and his cock pulse against your walls.

“wanna make mommy cum.” felix panted, hands tugging at the restraints once more.

you leaned down and undid both of the restraints, yelping in surprise when felix immediately grabbed your hips and flipped you over.

he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, hands mindlessly roaming your body and hips bucking desperately into you.

“fuck!” you moaned loudly, arms wrapping around felix and holding him as close as you could.

“m-mommy!” felix whined, still completely lost in his little sub space thing, his cock now fully hard inside you. “close…” he panted, nuzzling his head against your skin, inhaling your sweet perfume you always wore that made him feel safe. “wanna make you cum mommy. cum for lixie please…im being good” he babbled mindlessly.

“doin’ so good baby” you panted reassuring him, and feeling that telltale burn of your orgasm in your core and felix’s cock throbbing inside you. “cum lixie…cum for me.” you moaned, feeling your own orgasm surge over you, arching your back and feeling your chest go flush against felix’s.

“fuck…m-mommy” felix whined feeling your cunt clench around his cock as you climaxed, feeling his second orgasm crash over him, filling you with his cum again.

felix immediately collapsed against you after he stopped his thrusts, both of you panting out of breath, and placing gentle kisses on your clavicle. “i love you.” he whispered when he finally caught his breath.

you smiled and wrapped your arms back around him tightly, not caring you were both a sticky sweaty mess. “i love you too, baby boy.” you whispered back, erupting into a fit of giggles when felix groaned in embarrassment.

#mp3chanwrites #felix x y/n #felix x reader #felix imagines #felix smut #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #kpop smut #yongbok x reader #yongbok x y/n #yongbok smut #felix

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satellite-evans · 2 years ago

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All I want

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: your daughter Lily is the best gift-giver in the world.

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: FLUFFF

A/N: I literally wrote this in 30 minutes, so if it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry lmao

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Christmas was one of Chris’ favorite holidays. Not only was he able to take a break from work, but he also could celebrate it with the people he loved the most. Especially with you and your daughter.

The special moments you shared with Chris got more meaning when Christmas came around, happiness was sprinkled over the both of you like glitter, and the both of you couldn’t let the smile disappear on your faces during the holidays. And of course, Lily, the sun and moon of Chris, was enjoying that her father was home and could spend more time with her.

“Shhh, Daddy, you gotta be quiet.”

With Christmas pajamas and fluffy socks on, Lily tried her utter best to surprise you. Being pregnant and taking take of the house and a 6-year-old was difficult, even your daughter caught that. You got tired more often, easily forgot stuff you usually didn’t, broke a couple of glasses, and it was obvious that Chris wasn’t around and you needed a break. Since he came home from setting to celebrate Christmas with his family, Lily saw this as an opportunity to do something special for her mom.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but these fluffy socks make you slip, huh?”

When Lily came to him to explain her little surprise for her mom, Chris felt psychically his heart grow a few sizes bigger. Here she was, only 6 years old, worrying about her mother and trying to make her feel better. In all honesty, Chris felt like shit. He always left with an uneasy feeling when he needed to fly for work, but now that you were pregnant again and had to take care of a child too, It felt like he was the worst dad on the planet. Of course, as the amazing woman you were, you always calmed him down on phone calls and made him sure that there was nothing to be worried about, that everything was fine. Even If it wasn’t, you would never admit that to him.

“Okay daddy, I am going to open the door and give you the sign when to come in, okay?” The both of them stood in front of the bedroom door you shared with Chris, where you were sleeping quietly, not knowing what was going on. Lily slowly opened the door, trying as hard as she could not to make a sound that could wake her mom up. While Lily tiptoed towards you, Chris was still waiting in front of the door with a plate of breakfast the two of them made.

Lily got on the bed and saw her mom peacefully sleeping. Not able to help herself, she bent down and kissed her mom’s belly. Since the moment she found out she was going to be a big sister, she was nothing but affectionate towards the baby. Showering your belly with kisses, giving you hugs, talking to the baby, and even drawing on your belly. Seeing your daughter being so kind and lovely made you proud as a mother, but also emotional. It felt like yesterday when you held Lily for the first time, and now she was turning into a little lady.

“Mommy, can you wake up for me, please?” Lily’s voice was so soft, that Chris almost didn’t hear it. She was always kind and soft when she was next to you.

“Mommy, please wake up. We have a surprise for you.” After trying to wake you up for a second time, Lily saw that your eyelids slowly opened and welcomed the sunshine that came through the window. After rubbing your eyes and looking left & right, you finally acknowledged the presence that woke you up in the first place, and a smile immediately appeared on your face.

“Good morning, mommy.”

You opened your arms, to embrace Lily in a big hug. She put her face in your neck while you put your face in her neck. The scent of strawberries filled your nose and a feeling of warm, fuzziness washed over you.

“Mhm, good morning, Lily. What is the surprise you’re talking about, sweetie?”

Lily immediately stood up, looked behind her, and give her father a thumbs-up, signaling for him to come in. When you saw that Chris wore the same type of pajamas Lily wore, you sat straight to get a better look and saw the plate he was holding. With a surprised face, you waited for them to explain what was going on.

“Good morning, honey. Look what Lily and I made for you.”

When Chris bent down to put the plate on your lap, he also put a loving kiss on your lips that made Lily grin widely.

The moment you looked down at your lap, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Chocolate pancakes, eggs, waffles, basically everything you loved, were on the same plate. Lily also didn’t forget to put a drawing of hers too, where she drew you with a belly, Chris, herself, and Dodger in a park. She also wrote ‘I love my big family’ in her cute little handwriting. Tears were already building up and with your pregnancy hormones, you knew you were going to cry about this for a while.

“I-I don’t understand you guys. What was the need for all of this? I am honestly lost for words for this nice gesture, and Lily, this drawing is the cutest thing I have ever seen, baby. Thank you.”

Lily gladly welcomed the kisses you placed on her tiny cheeks, and Chris took pictures of this lovely family bonding.

“It was no problem at all, mommy. You made me breakfast every day, so now I am going to make you breakfast every day. You deserve more. Oh! that reminds me, give her the other surprise daddy, come on, do it!”

She jumped up and down the bed, showing clearly how excited she was.

“Okay okay, give me a second monkey.”

He took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to you. You cleaned your cheeks first with your hands and opened the envelope. Chris was nervously waiting for your reaction with his hands on his mouth while Lily was still jumping.

When you saw what was inside, the only thing you could do was gasp. Chris booked you a relaxing trip to your favorite destination with saunas, massages, spas, and pedicures included.

“I-I don’t understand. What is this?” you truly had no words to describe what you were feeling right now.

“It’s a little getaway, honey. You deserve it. These last weeks were hard on you and Lily wanted to surprise you with something special. We hope you like it.”

Like was the last word to even begin to explain the feelings you were going through.

“And this was your idea, Lily.”

She nodded and gave you a side hug.

“I know it was hard to take care of me alone, mommy. And you’re pregnant. That can’t be easy! And I want the best for you, so I hope you’ll like it. I love you, mommy.”

There it was. That was all you needed to completely lose it and break into tears. You took lily close to your chest and hugged her tightly while you looked at Chris. Even though neither of you said anything, both of you knew how much you loved one another. He joined the hug and embraced the both of you, leaving a kiss on both of your heads.

“You guys are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But I didn’t need this breakfast or a trip. All I want is you guys. I feel the most relaxed, the happiest when I’m with you guys.”

Lily felt the baby kick and broke the hug to give her sibling a big kiss.

“Even my little sister likes the gift!”

“Of course she would, baby. Her big sister is the kindest and best gift-giver in the world.”

She only hummed, hugging your belly once again while Chris could do nothing but leave another kiss on your lips.

“Did you really like it?” He whispered on your lips, staying close.

“I did baby, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 10 months ago

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LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie and her baby are very hungry.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: none.

Word count: 1728

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

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Right after the first horrible trimester, where Annie couldn’t hold anything in her stomach. She was now pretty much eating properly. That was until the cravings began. Andy had found her eating the weirdest combinations, pepperoni pizza with Nutella spread on top of it, fried chicken with strawberry jam, Doritos with nacho cheese and jalapeños, this one wasn’t gross, Andy tried it and actually liked it.

Until one day Andy saw her opening a jar of pickles. Her wife was sitting in one of the stools by the counter, taking a very juicy pickle out of the jar.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating, duh!”

“You hate pickles, you say they’re gross.”

“Shhh, your baby wants pickles!” She took a bite and moaned, “Why is this good?”

“They’ve always been good.”

“No, they haven’t.” She bit it again, “Something is missing.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know what, but something is missing.”

One day after work Andy found her making a sandwich. And it was by far the worst combination she had come up with. The sandwich had ham, mayo, peanut butter and pickles, and soon that sandwich was made by Annie at least once a week, and she enjoyed it every time.

It was another Wednesday at the Barber’s household, everything was silent. Andy snores filled the room and Annie was very much awake, her tummy grumbling as minutes passed.

She stood up slowly making sure Andy didn’t woke up and made her way downstairs. She opened the fridge and then the pantry to find nothing appealing for her hunger. She was thinking what she could make when the image of a fresh batch of hot steamy Mcnuggets came to her mind. Her mouth watered when she thought about the flavor of them covered in barbecue sauce. But how could she go to McDonalds without Andy noticing? She knew that if she took the car, the sound of the engine going will wake him up. She shrugged, put on her sneakers by the door, grabbed her keys and made her way to McDonalds by walking.

The streets were empty, the fresh air of the night was hitting her face, and she kept walking until she saw the yellow and red sign. She walked to the door only to find it closed, but she could see people inside, so she knocked on the window and waited for a tall curly blond haired teenager opened the door.

“How can I help you?”

“I was hoping I could get food.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, we only serve food on the drive tru at this hour.”

“Oh! Didn’t know that.”

“No problem, have good night.” And then he closed the door.

Annie stood there for a minute until she walked over the drive tru walking happily.

“Hello?” Annie said through the speaker.

“Good evening, how can we help you?”

“Hi! Yes, I want some nuggets and fries.”

“Ma’am, are you the lady who was at the front door?”

“Nop.”

“I’m seeing you through the camera.”

“Then why you ask?”

“Ma’am you don’t have a car, I told you we only…”

“Serve at the drive tru, I am at the drive tru! Listen, I’m pregnant and I have cravings for nuggets and fries, can you please, pleeeeease just give me my order. I have money, I will pay you. Just…”

“Ma’am!” A female voice talked behind her.

“Fuck!” Annie jumped, “Sorry! You scared me.”

“I’m sorry I scared you. Come with me.”

Annie walked behind her and to the front door.

“Come on in.”

“I thought I couldn’t get in.”

“Well, technically, you can’t. But I can’t leave a pregnant woman outside waiting for food, now can I?”

Annie walked in and sat at one of the tables.

“I’ll bring you your order in a moment.”

Annie waited patiently and a couples of minutes later the girl came back with a tray and her food in it.

“Here you have, 20 nuggets, large fries and a coke.”

“How did you know I wanted 20 nuggets?”

“When my mom was pregnant with my sister, she got this every now and then.”

“Smart woman! What’s your name?” Annie took one of the nuggets and dip in the sauce.

“Eva.” Annie moaned when she bit her nugget, “The other guy is Malcolm. Sorry about him by the way, he is kind of new.”

“Will you get into trouble for letting me in?”

“I hope not, you are just hungry and don’t seem dangerous.”

Andy turned on the bed to find Annie’s spot empty, he thought maybe she was in the bathroom but the light was off.

“Honey?” no response.

He got up and walked downstairs to see if she was in the kitchen, after all it wouldn’t be the first time he had found her eating at this hour. But again, she wasn’t there. Not in the living room nor the office. He took his phone and dial her number, the phone began to ring upstairs.

“Fuck, Annie!”

He then dial Anthony’s number, he knew Anthony had the night shift on this day, who rapidly answer the call.

“Hey, man! What are you calling me at this hour?”

“Annie is not in the house, are you busy?”

“Not really. Slow night, thankfully.”

“Perfect, you try to find her.”

“Andy I’m sure she is not missing. Did you really check the whole house?”

“No”

“Ok, do that and then you call me, ok?” And then he hang off the phone.

A young guy came into Anthony’s office.

“Hey we had a call from a guy at the McDonalds on Main Street, apparently a pregnant homeless woman is in there eating, think you can get a look?”

“Of course!” He was just leaving the station when Andy called him again.

“She is not in the house! Now, can you help me or not?!” Andy’s voice was loud and angry.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” And again he ended the call.

Annie was half way through her nuggets when a knock on the glass door made Annie and Eva turned around.

Eva walked to the door and then Annie saw Anthony walked through the door.

“Annie?”

“Hi!” Annie waved, “Did you come for food too?”

“No, I came because a guy call to say there was a pregnant homeless woman in here.”

The three of them turned to see Malcolm behind the counter.

“What the fuck! Malcolm!” Eva said.

“You let her in and you don’t even know her!”

“She was hungry!”

“Alright! Stop, both of you! Annie, what are you doing here?”

“I was hungry.” She lifted a fry and then put it in her mouth.

“Did you tell Andy you were coming here?” Annie shook her head, “Of course not. Ok, grab your food and I’ll take you home.”

“Can I have a cone before we leave?”

“You,” Anthony pointed to the guy, “give her an ice cream.”

The two of them left the place, not without Annie thanking Eva for letting her get into the place and have her food.

Annie was licking at her ice cream, the rest of the nuggets and fries in a bag, when Anthony spoke.

“Your husband called me twice to tell me you were missing.”

“Ammm, Can I go to your place?”

“Oh no! You get yourself in this mess, he was pretty worried when he called. So you better be prepare.”

When they arrived, they both got out of the car and Anthony rang the bell, a couple of minutes passed before Andy opened the door with a worried/angry look and his hair all over the place.

“I brought something that belongs to you.” Annie step aside and smiled to Andy.

“Get in, now.” He said through gritted teeth.

Annie walked passed Anthony, “Thank you for the raid.”

“No problem, next time just use an app to buy food this late, ok?”

“God, the app!” Annie said knowing that could’ve been a better option than walked all the way to the place.

“Have a good night.”

“Thanks for bringing her.” He shook Anthony’s hand and closed the door.

Annie walked to the kitchen and sat in one of the stools to enjoy the rest of her meal.

“I really can’t believe you! You went out to have McDonalds on your own!”

“I’m a grown woman I can buy my own food.” She bit the nugget in her hand.

“It’s fucking almost 1! You are pregnant! And I was worried!!!”

“Stop yelling, you’re going to wake Jake up.” She had a sip of her drink, “I was hungry, nothing bad happened, relax.”

“And what if it did? God! Annie you can’t be walking around in the middle of the night just because you are hungry…”

Andy kept rambling as she ate, she knew he was angry the moment he called her by her name and not honey or baby. Andy was passing in front of her still talking about how dangerous and irresponsible it was for her to be out at this hour. Annie sighed and lifted her shirt up showing her very rounded and fuller boobs to Andy, who just stop his ranting.

“That’s not fair!”

“Why not?”

“We can be having an argument and then flash me, is not fair game and you know it!”

“You were having an argument, I was eating peacefully.”

“How did they get prettier?” Andy asked curiously as Annie just shrugged.

“Are you still mad?”

“YES!” Annie jiggled her boobs, “NO! ...YES! ...fuck! you are not playing fair!”

“I’m not playing at all.”

They stayed in silence. Andy’s hands on his narrow hips as Annie took the last bite of her nuggets.

“Are you done?” Annie nodded “Good! Now go to bed and when I get there I want you naked.”

“Thought you were angry.” Annie lifted an eyebrow.

“I am angry! And I’m going to give you a lesson!”

“No, you won’t.” Annie jumped off the stool and yawned.

“What?”

“I’m tired, I walked all the way to McDonalds. My feet hurt, and I’m sleepy… we are sleepy.” She said rubbing her bump. “So, I’m going to bed, can you throw all that,” She pointed to her trash, “for me?” Andy just stared at her. “Thanks, you are the best.”

Annie walked out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

“God, please just gimme patience.” Andy said looking up. “And you better calm down.” He said now looking down at his pants, “Cuz we both now we are not getting any tonight.”

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harufluff · 2 years ago

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‘ya! no peeking!!’ k.mg

warnings - i know nothing about cooking but i wanted to do this, typos, reader playfully says i hate you

genre - fluff, nonidol!mingyu x gn!reader

you tiptoed into the entry way to the kitchen, but right as you were about to approach the doorway when your heart started beating faster.

you peeked your head into the doorway to see your boyfriend cooking dinner for the both of you. his tall figure towering over the stove.

mingyu was always the one cooking in your household. most of the time he asks you to help him out, weather that means your chopping begged or stirring something.

this time he told you “no. do not follow me into the kitchen under any circumstance”. of course ten minutes later he asked you to come in to keep him company, and ended in you reminding him that you weren’t supposed to come in.

mingyu was one of the kindest if not the kindest person you have ever met. there was not one time when he didn’t make you feel loved. cooking was what you called ‘your couples thing’ to which he told you “no that’s cheesy”.

ok well back to what was happening in front of your eyes, your boyfriend was moving around the kitchen adding things to the pan you could not yet see.

‘oh shit’ you thought to yourself as your fell to the floor. you closed your eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came. mingyus arms were wrapped around you in no time.

‘hey, clumsy. you tryin’ to steal a glance at the food or your amazing boyfriend’.

the smirk on his face was enough to show that he was awaiting a specific answer from you.

‘maybe a little bit of both, oh so amazing boyfriend’

you laughed as you got up from his arms. he just smiled to your back as you walked away into the house. he shook his head in disbelief before he got back to his cooking.

oh but you were on a mission. you were gonna see what he was doing and he wasn’t gonna stop you. you tiptoed once’s again to the wall and quickly ran into the kitchen saying,

‘i wanna see what your making!!!!!’

mingyu picked you up off the floor by your waist, showing your that you weren’t getting any closer to what he was making. he put you down in front of him but sadly because he’s freakin tall you couldn’t see a thing.

‘ya. no peeking.’

you poured at him, knowing it would impact him to some extent, but all he did was laugh and push you out if the room.

well that failed miserably

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‘jagiya!! i’m almost done!

your head shot up in the direction towards him with a smile. thank god you finally got to see what he made. you walked over to the table that was already set and took a seat.

mingyu came around from the kitchen with two cups of instant ramyeon. you made a face of confusion up at him. how did that take him so long to make instant ramyeon. it’s literally instant.

he smirked down at you before saying,

‘c’mon. let’s go sit on the couch.’

you still trying to piece everything together decided to just ask him why it took him so long and why you weren’t aloud ato watch or help.

‘wait why did that take so long then?’

‘i was just playing with you’

‘REALLY?!???’

‘shhhh don’t wake the neighbors. and he’s i was pretty much in my phone the entire time.’

you punched him in the arm as hard as you could, telling him how stupid that was. his hand moved up to where you hit him and started rubbing. i guess you were stronger than you thought.

‘i hate you’

‘i love you too, now which movie do you wanna watch?’

‘SPIDER MAN 3!!!’

‘SHHH REMEMBER NEIGHBORS’

#mingyu fluff #mingyu #mingyu x you #mingyu fanfic #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu svt #kim mingyu #svt fluff #mingyu seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen

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movie-s-alter-egos · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9 Switching Your Subconcious

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~Coda's Point of View~

The door opened suddenly, and I scream, curling up in the corner of the closet. My head and face were suddenly covered by my arms, and I start to sob. I could only see his shoes, dark gray sneakers marked with what I assume is blood! "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!" I cry out without thought. "Please! I'm sorry!! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!!" I couldn't help the quick and rambling pleas, a demon who's known to kill anyone in his way was right in front of me, ready to strike with no mercy. He definitely knew I wasn't Seán. But the sudden step forward sent me spiraling in survival flight mode, I need to get out of here. "Please!! Stop!! No, let me go!! LET ME GO!!" I scream and cry when I feel his arms grab me before I could run off and I'm back in the closet, but now in the dark with the door shut closed. He held me tight and close to him, oh God, I'm going to die!! "Please!! Don't hurt me!!" I sob and squirm in his hold, waiting for the painful torture of blades or fire.

But what I didn't expect was him touching my head. I jump up in fear. "Don't touch me!!" His fingers flinch away but come back to comb 'my' hair. That sends tingles down my scalp that I tried to ignore as he moves my head to his chest. My sobs muffle in his chest and I try to push away. "Shh shhh.. It's okay, breathe..." I shudder at the random whisper and try to scream through his shirt or hit him to get away, but Anti didn't move or budge. "I got you, you're safe... You need to breat-" "Shut up!!" My crying was starting to subdue, the hand carding through my locks was comforting a lot more than I thought it could, but I couldn't let him tire me out. I was starting to hyperventilate when my body was buzzing with fatigue. I'm not going to get out! I'm gonna die! "No, no, deeper breaths, kid..." Kid?? Why did he call me that??! I whimper in fear and slow down my struggling limbs. I think I'm gonna pass out, maybe I should try to breathe. "Like that, yeah.. keep going.." His words are very comforting. I finally look up after a few more breaths and my eyes widen. "There you are. Sorry if I scared you, bro."

Wait, Chase? But I swore I saw Anti?? His shoes were covered in blood! He was chasing after me!! He was going to harm me... But it isn't him. It's Chase... "Why are you hiding in the closet?" He startled me from my thoughts, and I hum while looking at the door. "Um... From Anti..." I mutter from my now sore throat. Chase bites his lip and adjusts himself. "Did he do something to scare you? You really were terrified." I shaking sigh and look away as I thought back to a few minutes ago. Anti came in the recording room, teleported in front of me, then chased me. But when I really thought about it, he never harmed or threatened me. "H-he... Uh.. he didn't r-really do anything." Chase pulled me away from him as I felt his hand go away from my head and looked in my eyes with a stern glare. "What do you mean?"

"I was in my office-" "What were you doing in there?" He cuts me off before I could explain. "I-I was gonna record a video, duh..." I chuckle nervously and he cuts me off again. "But you're on break?" "I-I just wanted to do a final video before I started. Still a bit motivated," I fake a smile, wiping my eyes. "He asked me basically what you asked, but he scared me, and I ran off on instinct. He was going to hurt me! H-he chased after me when I left!! I-I thought you were him..."Chase sighs and pinched the bridge of his nose while I explained. "He was concerned, Seán, I know you have your doubts still, but he's a good guy. Even Jackie sees that. It was an accident." I shook my head rapidly as Chase opens the door to let some light in, I can't take any chances. "No, no, no, you don't understand! He glitched in front of me! He was planning something." He doesn't believe me. "Calm down, it's okay.." he grabs my hand and I felt my cheeks tingle. "I promise, he won't hurt you, I'll even bring you over and show you-" He's one of Anti's puppets, it's a trap! "NO!" I yell out and tore my hand away from him, backing away. "Hey, hey, it's okay." "No! Back off, leave me alone!!" Chase's eyes switch to concern, but I wasn't going to fall for it. "What did I do wrong?" "Leave me alone," I growl.

"I'll handle this, Chase." I didn't notice the figure behind him until it was too late. I never got to see who it was. They were holding something shiny, and it blinded me for a second. "Agh!-what the..." I already looked; I can't look away. It was bright and shimmery, flashing softly on my gaze, rainbow rays and clear. I felt my muscles relax almost instantly after staring at... what is it? I don't care, I really like it though... very mesmerizing... very... mmm...

~3rd Point of View~

Her gaze never left Marvin's crystal pendant from his hand. It was very comforting to look at and follow it without any thought or resistance. Very shiny and beautiful. "Um... Jack?" Chase shakes her shoulder a bit, but she doesn't answer. "Marvin, what did you do?" He sighs in annoyance. The magician ignores him and helps her stand up after giving her the pendant in her hands. "Come on, let's lay down," he whispers and grabs one of her hands to lead her slowly downstairs to his room as the destination. "Marvin!" Chase groans and follows them without another word. Marvin was really weird and did stupid shit, so he was a bit anxious about what he was gonna do. "Marv, snap him out of it, what are you doing?!" Seán flinches and whimpers after hearing the sudden yell. She even looked away from the crystal, but Marvin guided the pendant back in her sight and she instantly zones out. Marvin shushes Chase and the other scoffs. "What are you doing? He just had a panic attack, leave him alone."

"I'm calming them down, shush." The magician opens his door and guides Jack to his bed to sit. "Can you close that for me? I don't want them running off scared." Chase raises an eyebrow and closes the door. Them? Marvin takes the pendant and covers it with his hand. Seán blinks rapidly after a second and looks around a bit dazed. "Wha...?" She took notice of the sudden change of surroundings but didn't see the two yet. "How'd I..?" She looks back at them and jumps back in fear. "No-" Her head hits the wall, and she grunts in pain. "Whoa, whoa, calm down, it's okay," Marvin takes her hand while she's distracted, but she moves it away and scoots back. "No! Stay away!!" He whines and rubs his head. "Okay, I can't touch you, understandable. Just look at what I'm holding, hun." He uncovers the crystal again, but Seán quickly set her gaze away from it. She wasn't going to fall for it. All she remembers before appearing in here was something shiny and she wasn't going to fall for any tricks again. Anti was behind all of this, she knew it. "N-no-"

"Why not? I love it a lot, it's a gift for you, very shiny and pretty." She shakes her head and covers her eyes with her hands. Don't tempt me! "Stop!!" Marvin hums in understanding and sets it down. "Okay, fine I don't have it anymore." Seán whimpers and refuses to remove her hands. "I don't believe you..." 'That's fair,' Marv nods his head after his thought. "And it's fine not to. I just want to talk."

"Bull!!" She felt new tears trying to escape. "You can't take me to him! Leave me alone! I didn't do anything!!" Marvin sighs quietly and tries to touch her again, but she flinches from it. "I know you're scared... But I'm here to help you." She scoots closer to the corner of the room. "Why is he so scared?" Chase finally spoke up and walks over hesitantly. "We didn't do anything either." Marvin whispers to him so she couldn't hear them. "They think we're Anti's puppets." Chase releases a breath and whispers back. "They?" Marv nods. "I don't think that's Seán."

"You mean your spell actually worked? That's someone else?" He rolls his eyes. "Duh, my magic works all the time. Just not correctly every time." They both look at Jack, who kept whimpering and waiting for something to happen "I'm hoping to get some info from them or at least let them know they'll be okay, but as you can see.." He gestures to her. Chase nods and moves forward. He sits next to her on the bed, making her squirm. "Hey, hun, it's okay... We're here to protect you. No Anti, no glitches, okay?" He grazes his fingers on her shoulder and she shivers away from the touch. "Just us three, alright? No one else. You would like that?" He nods to Marvin after hugging her and the magician grabs the crystal again, hanging it near her closed eyes "Y-yeah..." Jack didn't flinch away this time and softened at the thought. "No Anti... you promise?" Chase rubs her back. "Yes, I promise you. No Anti.." After a few seconds, she removed her hand from her eyes and opens them, but instantly regrets it. "N-no.."

It glimmered in her vision, but she can't fall again, she refuses. She tries to squirm away, but Chase's grip was strong. "N-no! N-noo!! Let me go!!" Her eyes begin to dilate in interest, but she cries out. She couldn't close her eyes or look away, it was impossible. "Stop!" Marvin hums and turns the crystal, making the light rays divide and glow brighter in a flash of more pastel colors. A harsh wave of buzzing warmth and numb washes over her mind and she tries not to go under. "No no... no.." the waves were getting harder but softer. Her limbs weren't listening to her and slacked in Chase's arms. She needs to escape before she's down too far, but it was already too late, she was drowning. ".. n-no.." it was getting hard to speak, she was forgetting why it even was worth fighting, it felt very soothing. "..nn...mmm..." Her eyes fluttered half closed. "There's no need to be scared, I'll protect you." "I'm going to ask you questions, and I need you to answer them honestly. Okay, hun?"

"Hn.." she felt herself nod slowly.

"What's your name?"

No, she can't let them- wait, why did she need to keep that secret again?

"C-coda.."

"What are your pronouns?"

That's an easy question.

"I-I.. she/her.."

"Good.. Thank you... Do you know who I am?"

"Marvin... The magnificent. You do magic.." she smiles at the thought of him, he's her favorite.

"That's right. Good job." Someone cards their fingers through her hair. She blushes at the contract and Marvin asks another question.

"Do you know who's body you’re in?"

"Seán McLoughlin."

"Did it scare you being on a different body?"

She nods. It's terrifying.

"That's okay to be scared. I'm here to help-"

A loud bang scared Chase and Marvin from their task, but Coda didn't budge and hums in comfort. Anti had opened the door, almost breaking it from the hinges. "Sorry!! I'm trying to find- oh there he is." Marvin growls at him. "Anti, not right now," the demon ignores him and kneels in front of Coda. "Hey! What is up with you-" he recognizes the trance she was in. "Why it's he hypnotized?" He touches her knee, which causes her to freak the fuck out due to the new aura. "Hey, hey! I got you, I'm here, shhhh..." Chase hugs her closer and pets her hair more. This calms her down quickly back to her trance. Anti glances at the two that weren't in the same state. "What's going on?"

Word Count: 2087 Words

Wow! This is the longest chapter.

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kurishiri · 2 months ago

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04 . . . alfons main story

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: violence, minor (unnamed) character death and slaughter, alfons uses his ability again.

Alfons: It has been a long minute since we last saw each other, Miss Kate. How have you been faring these past days?

Alfons had not made so much as a sound as he disappeared off the face of the castle for several days time,

but when notified by William that there was a mission, on the very day he popped up before me once again.

Seeing him being seemingly so calm, as though he hadn’t just disappeared prior, sent a rush of irritation through me, and——

Kate: ...I’m quite happy with the several days I could spend away from your meddlesome presence, actually.

I flashed him a bright smile and spoke politely, though not without threading in a biting tone.

Alfons: Goodness gracious, how much of a bore you must have spent by your lonesome! I hope you will accept my most sincere apologies.

A: But do allow me to make amends by ensuring this very night becomes a most stimulating experience.

Kate: Just what sort of wild trip did your mind take to think I ‘was so bored I wanted stimulation’?

Ellis: Kate, shh.

Alfons: Oh yes, that’s right, shhh, Miss Kate.

Kate: ...

I was going to apologize to Ellis, when Alfons interjected with words that didn’t hold any purpose other than irritating me over again.

(Kate, get it together. He’s just trying to egg you on.)

(Anyhow, since I’m in the middle of my job as ‘fairytale keeper,’ I need to focus now!)

In an attempt to calm myself down, I focused on the task I had at hand.

Ellis and Alfons were assigned this mission.

They were to be on the lookout in order to pin down the site where slasher incidents had taken place.

Ellis: Looks like it’s about time now. I hope the information Will got is right...

We got into a single file line in the narrow alleyway, concealing our bodies.

Ellis stood in front of me, looking out from the exit of the alley,

while Alfons was behind me, much like a shadow.

(I do understand with how dark it is, we should keep as close as possible so that we don’t lose sight of one another, but...)

(Even if that’s true, isn’t he too close...? Or am I just too self-conscious?)

The fragrances of many perfumes wafted from behind me, making me feel at unease once more.

(I can’t help but wonder just where in London, with whom, and what in the world is he doing... to give off such a scent?)

Many possibilities whirled within my head...

(...but I need to focus!)

As though driving away the images conjuring in my mind, I turned toward the site, as desperately as I looked.

From the dim path, I could feel the presence of several people,

including small children, thin men——most of them without a home to go to, sleeping and waking out on the streets.

In the shadows of London’s prosperity were people who have been driven from a normal life, and seeing them before my eyes, my heart twinged in pain.

As someone who was a normal citizen myself, these people were not simply other people’s business.

(This city is teeming with people, so only so many resources can be shared among them... life was never made to be equal.)

(Even so, though, they try their utmost best to live to see another day, every day.)

(So...)

I couldn’t begin to fathom that others would kill these people indiscriminately.

(Why would they do this... and for what?)

The disgust I had felt from seeing the black mountain of corpses bubbled up inside me once again.

A sad, painful feeling filled my chest to the brim.

(But...)

I suddenly came to a realization.

(After the previous mission, I feel like Alfons had been occupying so much of my mind)

(that he left little room, if any at all, to allow me to think about that incident...)

(Thanks to that, though, it felt as though a weight had been lifted from my heart.)

(It’s almost like the flow of my thoughts went toward the easier direction... and I don’t know how to feel about that——)

Alfons: Kate.

Kate: !?

All of a sudden, I heard him calling my name from right behind my ear, making me jump with a start.

(Ah...)

That tone of his was enough to easily give me flashbacks.

That is, to that night where, as an illusory lover, Alfons had called my name countless times.

Alfons: Aha, such a darling reaction.

Kate: Alfons... please, don’t break my train of thought.

Alfons: Exactly, you were thinking. But not about me, and so I went and broke your train of thought.

Kate: ...?

Alfons: Even if you were to face everything head first, this world is absolutely riddled with things that cannot be solved.

A: So trying to face everything at once, only to get yourself hurt... what could that be, if not utterly foolish, do you not think so?

(I feel like he said something similar before as well——)

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: Goodness, just what need is there to be in the know of such things. It’s nothing short of troublesome.

A: ——Anyway, we have a more important matter on our plate.

A: Miss Kate, are you truly alright? Not hiding here, I mean.

—— End flashback ——

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: After all, is it not better for your mind to be filled to the brim with pleasure and fun?

A: Like this, I do implore you to keep your mind filled to the brim with thoughts of me.

—— End flashback ——

(Only when I’m worrying about this and that and sinking into the depths of my own thoughts would he become that meddlesome presence...)

My thoughts stopped then and there, as though I had tripped over a stone.

(Hm... but that would still leave the question of why he does this at those times...?)

Ellis: Al, Kate.

Ellis, having paid no mind to the little quarrel that went on behind him as he stared out in the alley, raised his voice.

When I turned away from Alfons toward the path...

Man on the street: Gugh——

A broken voice sounded, together with a sound of something that seemed to fall on the street.

(Eh...)

Out on the path, there were several men in black... along with silhouettes of people collapsed on the sides of the street.

Letting out a pained cry, the residents tried to run from their grotesque pursuers.

Almost as though they were hunting them down.

(Ah... that...)

They were the target for the mission: the ones who we needed to catch.

I knew that in my mind, but my body felt as heavy as a boulder, not moving an inch.

The black-clad men attacked the residents in a group, swinging their knives at the people helpless before them.

In every sense of the word, the scene before us was Hell in and of itself.

Alfons: Hmm, now this is quite a manic scene.

A: I say this well surpasses what would entail a ‘slasher incident.’ This is a massacre in its truest.

[1] We have to save them. (+4 / +4)

[2] How are you still so calm?

[3] Is this even real...?

Kate: ...We have to save them!

Alfons: If you go out so carelessly, though, you may end up another body lying on the streets, yes?

Ellis: Al and I will go and restrain them all, so stay here, okay, Kate?

And with that, Ellis leapt into the darkness, and I quickly lost sight of him thereafter.

(Wait, h-here...? Me, by myself...)

In such a world dominated by violence, there was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t help the two of them, and not only was I unable to save a single person, I had become a complete burden to them.

I should stay here——I knew that, and yet, the fear of being left by myself caused my body to tremble.

(But... yes, that’s right...)

(I need to witness this with my own eyes, so I can record their sins.)

(But...)

Quite clearly, I had to fight against my instincts to keep watching the scene before me.

Alfons: Aww, what a pitiable soul.

His hand reached for the back of my neck in one motion, touching it.

(Ah...)

At that moment, I realized I wanted to cling onto the sensation of his palm, which I had always been so wary of up to now.

Alfons: “What you are seeing before you is but a play.”

——That very voice encroached in my mind, his words spreading in my head.

Alfons: “And that stuff over there in red? That is but stage blood.”

A: “This very night, we three have come together to watch this play.”

A: “And until we return... you will enjoy this breathtaking action in your seat.”

Just like that, I felt as though I was floating——before I found myself in a theater.

(...Oh, this is incredible... I’ve never seen such acting before.)

This gory tragedy that unraveled before my eyes held me captive.

All the blood that overflowed, the flesh that was scattered about, and the expressions filled with agony on death’s door... I could hardly believe it was just a play.

Alfons: Hehe... well then, I will be right back.

Alfons spoke to me as I was charmed by the stage before me.

Kate: Alright... I’ll be waiting.

(Wait, but where is he going? Didn’t we come here to see the play together...?)

Reflected in his eyes, which stared into mine, I could see my perplexed self.

With our eyes on each other, the corner of his lips lifted gracefully to form a smile.

Alfons: Won’t you give your lover a kiss of encouragement?

(...That’s right. Alfons and I are lovers, after all...)

Kate: Of course I will.

As if to send off a lover who was going out, I pressed my lips on his smiling one in a kiss.

Kate: Mnn...

With a small sound as our lips met, the hand that was on the back of my neck withdrew.

Before me, so much blood was spilt on the stage floor that I hardly knew what color the floor of the stage was now——

(Wait... so Alfons is going up on stage. That’s incredible!)

(Oh... and Ellis is up there. He looks great too.)

(When Ellis touches the mens’ heads, their wrists get stuck together, like something is binding them together.)

(Ah, and one murmur from Alfons and they’re falling one after another...!)

Kate: Even so, though...

K: This play feels so real.

I knew they were all acting, but the angry voices from those men and the cries from the people who were being attacked, and my heart seemed to cower,

the fear and anxiety sending my pounding heart racing.

When a knife grazed Alfons, I felt a chill down my spine, even though this was happening on a stage.

(I do enjoy watching plays, but...)

(Just this time, I... want it all to end as soon as possible.)

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding in my ears.

(I’m scared... to the point I don’t even want to watch it anymore.)

(...This is the first time I have ever felt this way toward a play.)

(But——just why did I go to the theater with these two...?)

All of a sudden, I felt a sense of unease close in on me.

I gripped my clothes around where my heart was, and...

Alfons: Kate.

Kate: !

Before I knew it, Alfons had returned, with Ellis standing by his side.

Alfons: Was our play to your tastes, by any chance?

Ellis: Our play... ahh, I see.

E: Yes, how was it, Kate?

Kate: I-it was really good... but.

K: I knew it was all acting, and yet my heart felt like it was going to close in on itself from anxiety...

I wanted to make sure my lover was alright, and without thinking, I pulled Alfons in an embrace.

Alfons: ......... [surprised]

(Thank goodness... I can hear Alfons’ heartbeat loud and clear.)

When I was sure his heart was beating as it should, I felt like I could breathe at last.

But as I tried to let go of him, this time Alfons was the one who wrapped his arms around me.

Alfons: I see I have only ended up worrying you. And for that I apologize.

A: ...But tonight, I will stay with you, until you feel more at ease.

to be continued…

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