#so mun x f!reader

[stray-kaz]

Oops! : a So Mun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Jeok-bong accidentally walks in on reader in the bath. Mun is not happy.

A/N: I haven't written fanfic in six months, so go easy.

You rocked back and forth on your bare toes, watching the bath fill up with water and the bathroom with a warm fog. Inhaling deeply, you could smell lavender, the sweet faint scent permeating the steamy air. Mun had bought the special bubble bath mixture for you weeks ago, but until now, you hadn't had the time to try it.

With a smile, you remembered him pressing it into your hands, standing bare inches from you so no one else would see and start a circle of well meaning mockery. Mo-tak had already been eyeing you both suspiciously as Mun approached, paper bag cradled in his hands.

"For you" he had whispered, tilting his head to yours. "So you can relax. I know you love this stuff."

Now, you leaned over to turn off the taps and finished undressing before stepping over the edge and lowering your aching body into the hot water. It would have been nice to have someone digging their fingers into the knots and pressure points, but the water was a good start all the same. You tipped your head back and it lapped at your chin, having risen over your chest and up your neck.

You poked at the bubbles, playing with them and swishing the water back and forth in the tub, careful not to splash over the edges and onto the floor. The water was filmy and soft from the bubble bath and you were watching it drip from your fingers when the door crashed in and Jeok-bong stood in the bathroom, his eyes wide with shock as soon as he saw you. You promptly screamed and jerked under the water, trying to cover yourself while he stammered apologies.

The hideout was private and secure and Jeok-bong had a nose like a bloodhound, so the last thing Mun expected to hear was your ear piercing scream. It streaked down his spine and tore at the fine hairs on his arms and back of his neck, tunneling in and reaching deep.

The bedroom door slammed open before he reached it and the walls trembled as he sprinted towards the bathroom. Bolting through the still open door, heart thundering in his chest, his eyes darkened like pitch when he saw you hiding in the scented bath water, one arm flung across your chest and your other hand pressed down between your legs. He saw you hiding and Jeok-bong trying not to stare.

He grabbed his arm and yanked him clean out of the bathroom, his feet temporarily leaving the floor. You blinked in surprise as Mun walked back into the room, this time pushing the door closed and locking it behind him. He pointed at the lock, soaking in your slightly sheepish expression as he came to stand over you.

"Why didn't you lock the door?" he demanded. "That could have been Mo-tak who saw you!"

"Mo-tak would have run out of here screaming" you muttered.

Mun huffed, sending a stray curl flying.

"Why?" he repeated, his tone blunt.

"I thought you might come in, too?"

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I can open locks with my mind!"

You blinked again and sank lower in the water, just beginning to cool.

"I forgot" you said softly.

"How?"

"I was distracted."

"By what? It wasn't Jeok-bong's handsome face!"

You sat up on your knees and witnessed the moment he wavered, running a hand through his hair as his eyes dipped down and then found yours again.

"Maybe I was distracted by your handsome face! And the bubble bath, Mun-ah. It smells really nice. Thank you" you said, reaching up to push hair out of your eyes.

The stress tension eased from his shoulders and he nodded.

"You're welcome" he murmured.

You stood up and held out your arms to him. Mun was fully dressed for bed in t-shirt and sweats, but he didn't hesitate to pull you from the full bath, only shivering a little when your wet body soaked through the front of his clothes.

"Where's your towel?" he mumbled, looking around for it.

He found it and wrapped the fluffy cotton around you, rubbing a hand hard up and down your back to dry it. When you were fully wrapped up and warming, you took a step back to look him up and down. His white tee and grey sweats were dark with water and you smiled a little sheepishly at him.

"Sorry, Mun" you mumbled, tugging on the front of his t-shirt.

He snorted.

"No, you aren't. Get in here."

He wrapped his arms around you once more and backed out of the bathroom, walking with you like that back to the room you shared with Ha-na. When you arrived at the correct door, he stepped back and chucked you gently beneath your chin, ducking in to kiss your forehead.

"You should be more careful about who sees you naked" he said softly. "Goodnight, baby."

You nodded.

"I will, I promise. Goodnight, Mun. Sweet dreams."

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Box Of Wishes

Summary: Brain refuses to come up with something decent, let alone translate it, so this is basically everyone’s wish: Threesome with Drilla and Clark.

Pairing: Drilla Moloney x F!Reader x Clark Connors

Warnings: +18, smut, threesome, mixed feelings (because c’mon, it’s a threesome), adult language, explicit sex scenes, anal sex, double penetration, vaginal sex, mutual masturbation, oral sex.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore , @brideofinfamy

Your eyes stared at the small wooden box with uncertainty. It sounded like a good plan - under the influence of honeyed whiskey - but now, in your sober state of mind, you weren’t sure anymore.

“Dan, this is stupid. I don’t think we should do this” You sighed, leaning back to rest on the couch. An annoyed grunt escaped your lips once you remembered everything you wrote in there. Why did my drunk ass think it would be a good idea to write down every secret sex fantasy I’ve ever had? You thought to yourself as Dan’s hand came to rest on your thigh.

“C’mon, Munkie. This could be fun” He smiled, “Don’t give up that fast. Let’s see what comes out of it and then we’ll talk about it. What do you say?”

“I think it’s unfair that only my fantasies are in there”

“Well, that’s because you feel embarrassed to tell me what you want, Munks. I want you to feel comfortable enough to say what you’re in the mood for. I don’t like to think that I'm the only one getting satisfied in this relationship”.

“But you’re not, Dan! I like everything we do-”

“Yeah, but we’re only doing what I want to do, and that’s not how this works!” Dan’s lips came to rest upon your cheek, “C’mon, Munkie, let me see what you’ll draw”.

With one last deep breath, your hand sank inside the small box. The several pieces of paper tickled your fingertips, matching the light scraping of Dan’s beard against your jawline. It was a nice distraction that unfortunately didn’t last that long.

“Oh fuck, no. No, no, no, no!” Your eyes widened in shock. Your legs had a mind of their own, quickly dragging you away from Dan and the couch.

“What is it?” He asked with a concerned frown. “Munkie, what’s wrong?”, after only silence answered him back, Dan swiftly caught the piece of paper - that fell upon the ground - in his hand and it took him a few seconds to process what was written.

Threesome w/ Clark was scrambled with pink ink on the white paper. He’d done this before with Clark, but it was usually with one-night stands where feelings were the last thing involved. But this was you, his little munkie. Dan had a lot more to lose if things went wrong, but at the same time, he felt it was unfair to say no. This was your first fantasy, the first time you agreed to share it with him - even if through a piece of paper.

“Mun-mun, come here” Dan pats the seat beside him, “Let’s talk about it, love”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dan! We’re not gonna do it!”

“Love, it’s-”

“Save it, Moloney! The answer is no!”

Your eyes stared intently at the four cans of Coke you managed to drink in the last 10 minutes. That was the first rule: everyone needed to be sober. Your hands shook, but you were uncertain if it was due to nervousness or the caffeine.

“Do you think I should take another shower?” You asked while trying to sniff your armpit

Dan held back a chuckle as he stood up from the armchair by the window to make his way toward you on the hotel’s bed. “I don’t know, let me check” He spoke as seriously as he could. Dan’s nose followed an invisible line from your upper arm to your neck, where he took a deep breath in before teasing your pulse point with his teeth.

“You smell divine” He whispered in your ear “Kinda makes me want to start without him”.

That was the second rule: everything would start once all three of you were in the same room.

Dan’s lips traveled from your ear to your cheek, and then finally to your lips. His teeth playfully nibble on your bottom lip, tugging and pulling until he captures the flesh with his lips. His arms circled your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Your lower belly pressed against his half-hard cock, and a small huff escaped your lips when he slapped your ass.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to start anything until I got here” Clark spoke from the door, his voice coated with amusement.

Dan’s unsatisfied grunt echoed in the room as he pulled away from your lips “I didn’t start anything! I was just kissing my girlfriend…can I at least do that?”

With a humorous smile, Clark closed the door behind him. “Sure, suit yourself!”. Settling his wallet and phone on top of the bedside table, Clark’s eyes met yours over Dan’s shoulder. The light blue slowly shifted to a darker color the more he watched Dan’s head burying on your neck.

Clark sat on the bed, taking off his snickers and throwing it by the door before pulling himself far back on the bed until his back rested against the headboard. Blue eyes stared intently as Dan pushed you down on the bed. “Forget that he’s here for now” The dark-haired man whispered in your ear when you stiffened once Clark’s hand brushed your hair away from your face.

“Just focus on me, Munkie. Pretend it’s just the two of us, ok?” Dan softly whispered, pulling away from your lips after you nodded in agreement. “Tell me what you want, Munks”, his gruff voice stated, eyes searching for an answer right before you said, “I wanna taste you. I miss having your cock in my mouth”.

“Fuck, love. If we’re gonna go down that road, I won’t last much”.

Dan’s upper body rested against the headboard, much like Clark’s - who still watched you from the side. Your nails softly scratched up and down Dan’s muscular thighs, a soft hiss escaping his lips as you sucked on his tip.

“Oh fuck me, so fucking good” He bites his knuckles in an attempt to gain some self-control back as you kept staring at him with his cock in your mouth. “Fuck, you drive me mad. So fucking mad!” Dan snarled, tugging on your hair as you giggled.

Clark understands the appeal now. You are a beautiful woman, but Clark never really understood why Dan spoke so highly of your sex skills whenever he was insanely drunk. You seemed innocent, a casual lay. Intimate but quite boring if he was honest with himself, Clark often called it “safe sex”, you just go with someone who will offer you good sex, not mind-blowing but ‘ok for a Friday night’ sex. Nothing crazy, just that simple casualty that satisfies you for a while.

You weren’t the typical “hot gym girl”, the ones Clark would go for quite often, but you were…bland? He felt like it wasn’t the best description, it sounded mildly offensive somehow. Maybe because it was you? Clark likes you, you’re his best friend’s woman - a woman he was for some reason dying to fuck right now - but Dan’s girl no matter what. You’re a kind person, truly a sweetheart, you are fun, smart, and looks-wise you are very beautiful, however, there is an innocence that shields your womanly beauty. To Clark you were beautiful, in an “I’ll put her in a tiny jar” kinda way, not in a “I wonder what is like to fuck her” way. So the countless times he spent hearing Dan praise you as a sex goddess incarnated were confusing, “must be the alcohol” Clark thought to himself whenever Dan started his monologues of how his ‘little mouse ruined him for any other woman’. Drunks tend to tell the truth, Clark knows that, but he also knows they tend to exaggerate reality. So he didn’t think much of it, a part of him felt curious as to how much of that was true, a matter that never got fully discussed because sober Dan threatened to punch Clark in the face if he ever dared to speak of you like that.

“But you were the one who told me those things yesterday!” Clark always pinpointed the obvious.

“I was drunk, very needy, incredibly horny, and emotionally vulnerable! It was your job to not pay attention to one single word I had to say! I was just venting” Was Dan’s typical answer.

But now, as Clark stares at you between Dan’s thighs, he finally gets it. You are a devil sent, a vixen able to murder a man with only a look. The giggles that escaped your lips every time Dan slapped your face, the way your ass wiggled in the air with excitement, the eagerness you exude to have Dan’s cock back in your mouth, the way you smile every time he calls you his “good little bitch”, has Clark’s cock painfully hard in his white boxer briefs.

He’s never been with a woman like you, so powerful, so hypnotic, so confident. It was driving him insane. A primal part of Clark has been awoken. He needs to have you…he needs to have you right now.

So sweet, so addictive…your taste, your little moans, the way you pushed yourself against his face. Clark’s hands closed around your hips, pulling you further back into his face.

“Oh my god” You moaned softly, pulling away from Dan’s cock to rest your face against his thick thigh.

“What’s wrong, Munkie? Does it feel too good?” Dan chuckled, his hand pushing your hair away from your face as you stared up at him.

“Yes, sir. So good” You replied weakly, leaving small butterfly kisses on his shaft - that rested against your cheek.

“Fuck, you look so fucking gorgeous like this” Dan praised, pushing your hair away from your face as your eyes closed from pleasure.

Clark pulled his head away from your core, backing up from between your thighs to watch your reaction to his fingers traveling up and down your folds. His thumb drew lazy circles around your clit, keeping you on edge as his middle and ring finger slowly entered your pussy. He watched you gasp loudly before your lips opened wide to secure Dan’s cock back in your mouth.

It was a hypnotic sight, Dan was solely focused on you while you were completely focused on the sensations. Clark couldn’t stop staring at you, his fingers slowly changed in pace and pressure, he was testing all the little things that made you moan louder, frown deeper, and beg for more. Clark was reveling in the feeling of having so much power over you, of how expressive your body was and how much it would silently tell him everything he needed to know. There was no over-the-top moaning, no character being played, no attempt to be “the best fuck he’s ever had”, no fake orgasms, no need to impress him with crazy positions and tricks.

It was simply pleasure in its rawest, purest, deepest, and most sincere form. And that’s what made this experience so carnal and desire-driven to him, the raw honesty of it all was the main cause for his uncontrollable need to feel you around him.

Blurry vision, dry mouth, hoarse voice, shaky limbs.

Devotion, need, fulfillment, desire, passion, pure instinct.

It felt like a dream, a dream he never wanted to end. Is this what sex supposed to feel like? This connection, the sensations…the feelings, the thoughts. Everything else seemed so shallow now compared to this.

The one-night stands lost their value, their fun, their distracting nature. They left his balls and soul empty, but this? Clark never felt so alive before in his life.

You were straddling Clark’s hips, facing him, his blue eyes stared directly into your soul, you were reveling in the feeling of his cock slowly sliding in and out of your pussy, going in the opposite direction of Dan’s movements.

Dan’s lips rested against your ear, hushed words escaping his lips. A secret, meant for only you to hear.

“You’re still mine, right, Munks? Only mine?”

You looked over your shoulder to the pair of dark orbs behind you. Your lips covered his in a passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your heart into it, trying to express every emotion you felt with your lips, but still, it didn’t feel like enough.

You pulled yourself away from the boys, their confused frowns soon disappearing once you turned around in Clark’s lap to now face Dan.

You guided Clark’s cock into your ass this time, where Dan was minutes ago. You felt the rubber of the condom going in easily as Clark softly whispered “Oh my fucking God” from behind you.

With your eyes now staring at Dan, you guided his hand to your pussy, silently asking him to fill you up with his fingers, and he instantly did.

Your fist closed around his cock, gliding up and down his thickness. “I’m yours only. No one compares to you, no one can replace you” Was your answer. Your voice was hushed, mere above a whisper, mirroring Dan’s tone.

“Can we please never do this again? I don't think I have what it takes to do this again. Not with you…my feelings are too raw, too real, too deep. I can’t…I feel like I’m losing you”.

Your hands momentarily stopped stroking him and you asked with concern “Do you want to stop?”

Dan’s free hand closed around your fist as he guided your hand to continue to stroke him. “No” He answered with a reassuring smile, “I just don't want to share you with anyone else ever again”.

“Consider it done” You smiled back, moaning when the sync of his fingers and Clark’s cock became too much for you to bear.

“Are you gonna cum, Munkie?” Dan smirked upon seeing your half-open lids.

You nodded in agreement before Dan pulled you away from Clark to toss you on your back on the mattress.

“What the fuck, man?” Clark protested, eyes snapping open at the sudden lack of your warmth covering him.

“I want her to come in my mouth” Dan growled, his lips already hovering over your pussy. His tongue darted out, tasting your wetness.

“Didn’t you want to know how good at giving head she is?” Your boyfriend asked his best friend. “It’s time for you to find out, mate” Dan smirked, his lips already returning to his favorite place in the world.

Clark quickly removed the condom, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. You eagerly licked his crown, earning a moan from the blonde man.

“So you were wondering all along?” You teased with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah,” The blonde man chuckled. “And I can’t wait to find out” His hands caressed your hair back so he could get a better glimpse at your face “But something tells me I won’t regret it, baby. If anything it’ll fuck me up” Clark’s throaty laugh died in his throat the minute your lips closed around his tip.

Yep, he was, beyond any reasonable doubt, completely fucked.

[skz1-4-3]

SHIRTLESS PT . 2 | M , F

I do not allow anyone to copy my work or translate it to post it somewhere else. !!

Read part one here

This chapter is only for people that are 18 or over so MDNI .

(Takes place in s2 at the new hideout)

Content info: after you and so mun were caught in a heated situation a by none other than ha-na , who immediately told the other counters, you have some explaining to do.

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

Keywords : Y/n -> your name

Second person pov

Warnings : soft dom!so mun x fem sub!reader,teasing , dirty talk , hair pulling(m,f receiving), slight spanking , describing sex , no protection (wrap it before you tap it babygirl),kissing , make out sessions , cuddling , probably a lot of grammatical mistakes,Let me know if i missed anything.

„C‘mon , we probably have some explaining to do now.“ so mun said and pulled you up , giving you one last peck on the lips and a little slap on your butt, before standing up , putting on a nearby shirt and walking towards the door. You checked yourself in the mirror, and fixed what you could fix. Your lips were slightly swollen from the kisses and so were so muns. You walked up to him and he took your hand , leading you out of his room into the kitchen,where everyone was already sat, as if they were waiting for you two. Which they ,probably were…

„So uhm“ so mun started and everyone looked at him expectantly.

„I don’t really know what you want me to say but , y/n is my girlfriend know-” so mun was interrupted by various screams , mostly mo taks though who was once again , exaggerating everything. Earning himself a slap on the back of his head ,from ms chu.

„Yah , that’s great you two , congratulations. Was wondering how long it would take, for you to realize your feelings for each other.“ ms Chu then followed to say and you looked at so mun and noticed he was already staring at you lovingly. You cheeks heated up at that.

„Yaaaa , look at them . Already flirting knfront of us with no shame. Kids these days.“ mo tak muttered under his breath,but apparently not quiet enough ,because he earned another slap from ms chu. At this point ,your wondering how hes still alive ,and hasn’t had a concussion yet.

„Leave them be“ jang mul said ,defending you and mun,to which you both let out a small laugh.

„So can we go now? I don’t really think there’s anything else to say on this matter.“ you asked and everyone nodded and as you were about to walk away , your hand still in so muns , ms chu said something.

„Dont you dare break up , i will break both of you. It could damage the team aswell.“

„Not planning on it ms chu“ so mun said before tugging you back to his room. As you entered he covered the window on the door and locked it for some privacy. Jeok bong would have to sleep in the box ring then , you guess. So mun turned back to you and didn’t notice how close you were , so when he turned around your face was met with his chest.

„So what do we do know?“ he asked you , arms sneaking around your waist as you stuttered a small 'i dont know'.

„ i have an idea“ he answered his own question and pulled you even closer , if that was possible. He leaned down and kissed you on the lips softly. You were sure that so muns kisses , were now your favorite thing on earth. The soft and delicate movements that filled your stomach with butterflies is just something you never wanna let go of.

You and so mun continued to make out infront of the door for a little while longer, before he started stepping forwards ,which caused you to go backwards. Before you realized you were already in his bed , with him above you. His hand sneaked underneath your shirt once again , picking up where you left of last time. So mun broke the kiss and looked at you, his filled eyes with concern .

„Do you want to do this?“ he asked you and you immediately knew what he meant , you nodded your head at his question.

„say it love , need you to confirm it properly.“ he spoke in your ear , head nuzzling into the curve of your neck, you shuddered at the touch.

„I want it , please so mun.“ you gave consent to him and he started kissing along your neck , searching for your sweet spot . He found it in no time as you let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes . Hands coming up and into his hair , slightly gripping and pulling on it. So mun smiled against you neck before moving away , you quietly whined at the loss of touch.

„Dont worry princess, there will be a lot more coming for you.“ he laughed at your desperation and pulled your shirt over your head , as you lifted your arms, to let him remove it easier. He slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders as you unclipped it , fully taking it off. He looked at you and you felt slightly uncomfortable under his gaze as you thought , he must not like what he says. But so muns thoughts interrupted yours.

„You’re so beautiful“ he softly spoke . His arms hugged your waist and yours his neck as you lips moved in sink,you used your feet to tug on his pants and he got the message. He undressed so did you take of the last pieces of clothing. Now you both were fully exposed to each other. You might’ve seen him shirtless just a few minutes ago but , oh my. In this state he only seemed to get more attractive. He lifted you up and switched your positions,now you were on top of him, your abdomen hovering above his. You lowered yourself onto him.(onto that juicy co-)

„F*ck yes“ he muttered under his breath as you chuckled at his reaction , you slowly moved up and down his shaft , getting used to his size. His hands found themselves on your hips as he helped you pleasure the both of you. Your soft moans and his deep groans filled the room.

„Shit , your so tight , love. I love you so much“ he said as you went faster , your high following closely. His arms tightly hugged around you , and he nuzzled his head in your chest. Biting your tits now and then to muffle his groans , which occasionally slipped out.

„Mhm , so mun.“ you moaned as your hands tugged on his hair , pulling him out of your chest and tilting his head to look at you. Your eyes locked which each other and you sloppily kissed each other .

You felt a burning sensation in your abdomen and started twitching . So mun noticed and used his last strength to help you finish . You tightened around him as you came , which caused him to spill onto you aswell. Painting your soft walls paper white.

Panting and out of breath you lowered yourself onto him , still connected by your intimate body parts. Cuddling and searching for comfort you nuzzled into the crook between his neck and shoulder , he kissed the top of you head. Your sent filling his nostrils as he got sleepy. His eyes falling close , so did yours as you said one last thing.

„i love you so-mun“

„I love you too y/n“

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This was it y’all,im sorry for it being short . School is stressing me and i just had a fight with my mum. But i can’t break my promise can i?

Love you.

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[justablacksimp]

Or Else

Eddie Mun x black!fem!reader

Genre: Smut!! MDNI!!

Warnings: Oral (F receiving), Slight Fingering, Creampie, Hole Tearing (in Condom), Overstimulation, Swearing, Pet Names (Chocolate Drop, Sweetheart. Princess, etc.), Smoking, Rough!Eddie, Begging, and Uncle Wayne being funni boi.

Here you are, sitting on the edge of his bed, kinky, curly hair sticking to your sweaty shoulders as you shudder and whimper from the feeling of Eddie's tongue gliding in and out of your hole with ease, seeing how wet you are.

"Eddie s-slow down please, it hurts."

You cry softly as you start squirming all over the bed from overstimulation, gripping onto his hair in attempt to stop his head from moving, but you're to weak to hold him in place.

"Stop moving Chocolate Drop, or I'm gonna make it worse, don't make me tell you again."

He says sternly as wraps his whole mouth around your pussy and moves his tongue in your entrance quickly, not slowing down for any reason. This action caused you to whine loudly in agony and ecstasy as you arched your back so much, that you accidentally shifted your bottom half away from his face.

You don't exactly remember what happened after that, but what you do know is that Eddie now has you bent over, knees and elbows pressing into the mattress as he fucks you so hard the whole trailer is shaking. (The time skip omg.)

The only thing you can hear coming from his room besides the slapping of both, your skin as well as his, and the creaking of his bed, is your crying and begging for him to slow down.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still you little bitch?"

Before you can stay something, which wouldn't even be understandable because you can barely even think straight right now, he takes his hand and covers your mouth, thrusting harder than before.

"I never said you can speak, Sweetheart."

He says harshly before biting down on your shoulders so hard, you can practically feel the teeth mark on your bone. With his hand over your mouth, you can't scream as loud as you want to but, Uncle Wayne sure can hear them when he gets home early from work.

The minute he walks in, he hears your whining and shrieking, then walks right back out after saying.

"I'm too old and too sober for this."

With a sigh, he heads to the bar. Meanwhile, you are practically breaking down, crying, and squirming in pain as you feel Eddie quite literally breaking your backbone. He reaches around in front of you and starts to circle around your clit vigorously.

This causes you to shriek out loudly in agony as you start to cum all over his fingers instantly. He lets out a harsh grunt as he slams into you one more time before reaching his own climax, his cum spilling out of his condom into your womb because of the hole that he purposely tore in it before putting it on.

(I'm sorry but I am too lazy to write this so just imagine what he does after pls.)

The morning after, you wake up and see that Eddie is not in the bed with you. You assume he is outside smoking like he always does, so you grab his shirt off the foot of the bed and put it on before standing up to see him on the porch. When you stand up, however, your legs feel like jelly, causing you to plop back down instantly. A soft chuckle can be heard behind you as you turn around and see him with a smug grin on his face, holding a blunt and shirtless as he looks down at you.

"Looks like I did a number on you last night, huh Coco puff?" (IDFK OKAY?!) He says with a smirk forming on his mouth as he walks over to you and sits down on the bed.

"Shut up asshole." You utter as you pull the covers back over your lower half.

"Damn Princess, who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

You take the blunt out of his hand and roll your eyes at him.

"Hey! If you wanted a hit, you could've asked."

You blow smoke into his face, giggling at his attempt to wave it away.

"Welp, you didn't ask to do any of the stuff you did to me last night, so I don't see the problem."

(A/N: If you have any suggestions for pt. 2 let me know pls.)

[eddiesfaerie]

it's enough to make a girl blush

Summary: You want to get high but don't know how, Eddie offers his services in more way than one. (6.8k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x popular!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, nervous and shy eddie but we all know what he's like in bed (*cough cough* the black handkerchief), face sitting (f receiving), whole lotta praise going both ways, PIV sex, playful/mean banter, fluff, dacryphilia, mentions of one non existent and sexual slap, let me know if i missed anything!

A/N, okay this is totally based off of Wet Dream by Wet Leg, i was listening to it on my way to work and it was making me think of eddie.... kfjdghjkhdfg this is so embarrassing, anyways. enjoy this disgusting mess

It’s unlike you, he thinks, when you approached him on that perfectly normal after school afternoon. 

Eddie doesn’t know you. You don’t know him. But you’re popular so he knows what you’re like, how you act and recently you had been looking like someone had sucked everything out of you. Life, light, whatever you wanna call it. You had been completely unlike yourself lately so maybe he should have seen it coming, actually. That one of the most popular girls in school would approach him, in need of something to make her forget, take her some place else. 

Something was in the air. Summer just around the corner, the promise of graduation sweet yet righteous on his tongue. Change was a’coming, indeed, and with it, a new longing, a fire appeared in you. 

Maybe it was just the leftover weed fogging up his brain, making him wax poetic to himself. Maybe he was still high from his mid afternoon sesh. Maybe that’s how he managed to act so cool around you. 

You’re sitting on a bench out front with your ‘friends’ (using that word very loosely) when the final bell of the day goes off and the kids coming pouring out of the doors in loud, boisterous chatter. 

You hear him before you see him. Eddie Munson screaming after one of those kids he hangs around for some reason. The kid follows Eddie to his van, bothering him about something. You pretend not to look or listen as they walk by, but frankly anything was better than whatever the fuck these people around you were talking about. You quickly choose to clue back into Eddie and his curly haired companion. 

He scolds the child away and suddenly what you see is an opening. A way out. You stand abruptly from the bench and head over to Munson. 

“Where are you going?” Someone calls after you. You roll your eyes and ignore them. 

Eddie’s got his back to you, yelling something final at the kid who walks away, clearly defeated. 

“Hey.” You shout, approaching where Eddie stands leaned against his van. He jumps, spinning around to face you. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide, quickly jutting his arm out to lean against his van casually. You think his cheeks go red but your face also feels hot so you don’t think about it for too long. 

“Oh, hey you.” He says like he knows you. 

He doesn’t. He definitely knows of you but you’ve never actually spoken before. Until now.

“Hey.” You repeat, totally forgetting why you even came up to him in the first place. He stares at you with those big, brown eyes that make him look like a baby cow, a smile grows on his face while you try to remember what you wanted to say.

“I um… I heard you have dr-”

“Yup, yup. I definitely have those.” He nods, quickly trying to cut you off before you fully just ask for drugs in the school parking lot.

“Okay well, I want some.” 

Eddie looks at you for a second, his smile only growing. He laughs.

“Really?” Eddie quizzes, lifting an eyebrow at you and you glare at him, trying to hold your ground. “You, Miss Popular, want to get high-” He says in a mocking, singsong voice before you shush him, quickly looking back at your friends. 

You grab Eddie’s arm and pull him to the passenger side of his van, away from where your friends can see you. 

“Woah, hey, no need to get handsy.” He smiles, very much enjoying your smaller hand grasping at his jacket. 

“Fuck off, Munson.” 

He just smiles at you. You’re standing offly close to him, you realize. You take a step back and he resumes how he was leaning against his van, lean arms crossed over his chest. 

“I’m serious.” You press, not sure why he’s passing up on some easy money. Doesn’t he sell to anyone? 

Eddie gives you a once over, trying to decide for himself if he wants to do this. 

“Well if you’re so serious, I could uh, I have them back at my place if you want them right now? I could drive us there-”

“Yes. Yeah now is good.” 

Eddie nods, his hand wrapping around the door handle and opening the passenger door for you. He motions you inside with a theatrical hand wave.

“After you, sweetheart.” You let a small smile crack across your demeanor as Eddie takes your hand in his and helps you into the tall van. He slams the door behind you and jogs to the other side. He glances quickly at where your friends are sitting as he rounds his van, he sees them gawking at him and where they probably just saw you both talking. 

He gets in his van regardless, looking over at you staring out of the window, already dazed at something that’s clearly on your mind. He swears he doesn’t let his stare linger at the way your skirt rides up on your thighs. 

“Your friends were staring.” He informs you, starting the van which ignites obnoxiously loud. 

You huff something annoyed, rolling your eyes before turning to glare at him for a second “I don’t care. Just drive, freak.” You force a smile and hit his thick arm. Eddie smiles and pulls out of the school parking lot.

//

You’re out of it. 

Your mind is blank the entire way there, nothing but those rings of his, glinting and gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight as he grips the steering wheel all the way to his trailer. It’s mesmerizing, the way he drives, sexy even, you find yourself thinking. The way he taps on the steering wheel, the competence. 

He had put the radio on, you’re sure of it. Something was playing but you couldn’t hear it until it was abruptly being cut off. You had arrived at his trailer and he was already jogging to your side again, helping you out. 

“Oh, thanks.” 

“Of course, m’lady.” He jokes, running up the steps to his trailer. You snort, muttering ‘nerd’ under your breath as you follow him up the stairs. 

He’s quick to unlock the door, you're right behind him before he’s spinning around, putting both his arms out as he stands in the middle of the doorway, blocking your entrance. You nearly walk into his chest while he peers down at you, smiling.

“Uh, let me in.” 

“My uncle isn’t home. The place is a mess, just stay out here while I clean up-”

“Eddie, I don’t care-”

“Thanks, I'll be quick!” And he’s slamming the door in your face. 

You groan, annoyed while you hear him throw shit around, turn the sink on and yell to himself. You’re out there for a total of five minutes before he’s stomping towards the door again, muttering ‘fucking shit’, while it sounds like he trips over something before he’s swinging the door open again. 

He breathes your name, clearly out of breath, “What a surprise, I had no idea you’d be here, please come in.” 

You roll your eyes but smile as you squeeze past him, your shoulder grazing his chest. 

“This is my castle.” He grins, way too pleased with himself.

You walk into his living room and look around, it’s dark, warmly lit and it smells like him, not overwhelming like that boy smell, that I haven’t left my room except to piss and shit smell. It smells comforting, you sort of like it. Oddly enough.

“Alright so weed, I’m guessing?” He asks as he stalks back into his room, already looking for his stash. 

“Y-Yeah.” You stand there awkwardly, not sure if you should sit down or just wait till he gets back, hand him the money and leave. He returns too quickly and tosses you a little plastic baggie that you nearly miss. 

“There you go, missy. That enough for you?” He jokes, smiling as he comes to stand in front of you. 

You look at the bag, totally clueless. “Yup, looks good. How much?” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide, like he hadn’t even considered it. He hadn’t, truthfully. He scratches the back of his neck, pulling his Hellfire shirt even tighter across his torso than it already was. 

“Uh… just give me like ten bucks.”

You nod and quickly fish out your wallet from your bag. 

“Is that okay?” He asks, suddenly feeling weird about making you pay him. He’s already giving you a discount, okay, more than a discount, he’s basically just giving you his weed for nothing but pennies and he so badly wants to point it out, to let you know that he’s doing something nice for you. Maybe because you’re pretty. Either way, he says nothing. 

You pull a ten from your bag, smiling and handing it to him. “Yup.” 

Eddie smiles and takes it from you. You put your wallet back in your bag and look at the weed in the baggie. It’s so green and fuzzy, you’re suddenly very aware that you don’t know what to do with it.

Eddie observes you observing the weed, smiling to himself as you move it around in the plastic bag, inspecting it while biting your lip.

“Have you never smoked before?” He asks, a little incredulously. You shake your head no, clearly very embarrassed. 

Eddie smiles, wishing you’d look at him. He’s never seen you look so small before, so shy and timid. But here you were, in his trailer asking him for help. Something blooms in his chest and he desperately tries to swallow it down. 

“Do you want me to show you?” Eddie offers, like he could read your mind. 

“Yes. Yes please.” You breathe, a little relieved that he offered, saving you from pathetically asking. 

Eddie grabs the little bag back from you, you mutter a tiny and quiet, “Thanks.”

“Pleasures all mine, princess.”

Then he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you into his room. And you let him.

Eddie rearranges a few things while you take the liberty of sitting on his bed, looking around at all the posters and art he’s got on his walls. It’s very him, everything screams Eddie. 

He finally sits down next to you, hunching over his bedside table as he crumbles up the weed into a little paper roll, rolling the crushed up plant before he brings it up to his lips to lick the paper shut. 

You look away when he does that, feeling your face go hot. 

When he’s done, he holds out the joint to show you the finished thing. 

“Cool.” You say lamely. You cringe but Eddie smiles. 

He puts it between his lips, digging his lighter out of his jacket pocket and brings it up to the tip of it, lighting it up as he sucks, hollowing out his cheeks. He inhales, quickly in short puffs, and you watch mesmerized as the tip of the joint lights up red with the flame and Eddie quickly controls it, blowing out the gray smoke from the corner of his mouth before handing the joint to you. 

“Got it, babe?”

Babe. 

Your stomach flips at the sweet name. Could you be high already? No, that definitely wasn’t possible. 

You nod your head, not trusting your voice as you hold the joint awkwardly, bringing it up to your lips and trying to inhale it like he did. 

He coaches you through it, and after a few failed attempts, you declare “It’s not working, I don’t feel anything.” 

Eddie snorts, “You’re not inhaling it properly, look.” He grabs the joint from your fingers and holds it up to your lips himself. 

“Inhale it into your mouth and then once the smoke is in there, inhale again so it goes into your lungs.” 

His fingers brush against your lips as you take the tip of the joint into your mouth, maintaining eye contact with Eddie. Fuck, you could die right now. This was so humiliating. 

“Breathe with me okay?” You nod your head, pursing your lips around the joint, sort of kissing his fingers and watch as he breathes, following along with him. 

Breathe in, into the mouth. And then again, into your lungs. 

You feel it go in because you cough like you're dying, your lungs and chest on fire. Eddie smiles, proud.

“There you go, atta girl.” He puts his hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles as you try to compose yourself, tears welling in your eyes. 

“You okay? Need water or something?” He’s already going to stand up to get you what you need but you shake your head, grabbing at his arm to keep him close, keep him with you as you cough a final time. 

“No, no I’m okay.” You croak, wiping your eyes. 

Eddie’s heart fucking soars in his chest, you’re so fucking cute. You’re a pretty crier. 

“Fuck that hurts. How do people do this?” You whine, wiping more tears that fall. Eddie gets comfortable next to you and lays down on his back. He puts the joint back between his own lips. 

“You get used to it.” You look back at him once you’ve composed yourself and turn so you’re sitting facing him. 

He’s got one hand behind his head, the other holding the joint between his lips. His shirt rides up on his torso and you can see bits of his stomach poking from underneath, the trail of hair on his lower stomach that goes south, below his jeans and you have to stop yourself from staring at it. 

“Come here.” Eddie asks, voice gone soft. You tilt your head at him, unsure of what he means. 

“Lie down, I have an idea.”

You do as you’re told and lie down on your side next to him. He rolls onto his side so you’re face to face. His cheeks light up bright.

“I’m going to take a hit and then blow it out into your mouth.” 

“O-Okay.”

“That way you won’t cough, I mean.” He stutters. 

You smile, “Okay.” 

Eddie shuffles closer to you a bit, putting the joint back into his mouth and sucking in. 

“Open your mouth.” He tells you and your tummy swoops low into the bowl of you, you clench your thighs. 

You lean into him. “Don’t try anything, Munson.” 

He scoffs, like it’s ridiculous, like he wouldn’t absolutely try something. Only if he knew you wanted it.

You open your mouth, a breath away from him. His heart fucking soars at how easily you did what he asked of you. He briefly wonders what else you’d do, if only he asked. 

He leans in too, instinctually palming your jaw to encourage you to keep your mouth open. He opens his and blows the smoke into you. You close your eyes, but Eddie keeps his open, watching you. The way your lips open for him, how plump they are, how close you are. He could literally kiss you right now. He could literally just lean into you-

You giggle. 

You lean back from him and open your eyes, having inhaled all the smoke. The whites of your eyes are redder, heavier to open suddenly and you giggle like it’s funny, like you both didn’t almost just kiss. 

Eddie giggles too. 

“Good?” He asks, out of breath. He hadn’t realized he was holding it. 

You look up at him through your lashes, nodding your head. “Gooood.” You giggle again. 

Eddie’s transfixed. He stares at you for a moment while you just sort of smile to yourself. 

“D-Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” He suggests without really thinking it over, without thinking if you would even want to hang out with him. 

But your eyes are loud with something when you look up at him from underneath your lashes. 

“Yeah.” 

//

You’re both sat next to each other, backs against his head board, arms touching. You’re so close together for no reason but neither of you have made any sort of move to distance yourselves from the other. He took his jacket off so he’s left in nothing but his club’s shirt, you can feel his body heat radiating off onto you and its fucking intoxicating.

Eddie pops something into his VCR player. He picks something classic, something you’ve both seen before. Perfect so that he can just stare at you the entire time. 

“Stop staring at me, Munson.” You smile, feeling his eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. 

“I’m not.” He says while continuously staring at you, smiling as well. 

You turn to look at him and he’s quick to turn away, head snapping back to the small TV he’s got across from his bed. 

You’re so close to him, you can see so much of his face. 

Since when was Eddie Munson pretty. Pretty hair, pretty eyes, oh my god his eyes. You could stare at them all day. 

You giggle to yourself, tilting your head and resting it on his shoulder. Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat, caught off guard by you literally snuggling into his side. 

“You smell good.” You smile, pressing your nose into his arm and inhaling. Eddie giggles. You giggle too. You can’t stop fucking giggling. 

You look up at him from your shoulder, blinking those big eyes at him, lashes fluttering. Eddie can see the tips of them kissing the tops of your cheeks, caressing the skin there like he wishes he could. He wants to be a fucking eyelash on your face if it means being even closer to you. 

You bite your lip, getting lost in his big eyes. Eddie groans.

“Don’t give me those eyes, baby.”

Baby. You smile, you fucking beam. 

“What eyes?” You ask innocently, even though you’re semi aware of how you’re looking at him. 

Like you need him. 

“Those… those fuck me eyes, those please fuck me Eddie eyes.” He snorts but his expression remains serious, his eyes remaining on yours, pleading you to stop but he doesn’t really want you to stop. 

And all you do is giggle. 

You sit up, coming to face him and suddenly you’re climbing into his lap, throwing a leg over him and sitting yourself down right on his crotch. Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. This cannot actually be happening, you cannot actually be sitting on him right now. 

“You’re really fucking high right now, aren’t you?” Eddie groans, your name leaving his lips like you’ve already gotten him breathless. 

“So are you.” You smile, putting your hands on his shoulders, tracing them along his neck, his jaw. 

“Yeah but you- you don’t actually want this.”

You scrunch up your face, furrowing your brows and Eddie’s worried he’s said something to upset you. “Who said that?”

“No one had to say it. Girls like you don’t want guys like me, princess. Not that hard of an equation.” 

You giggle again and he really just wants to kiss you. 

“Aren’t you failing math?” 

Something pangs in his chest. 

“That’s not the point-”

“Then what is?” You press, leaning into him, rocking your crotch against his and Eddie groans again, his gorgeous neck straining. 

“T-The point… the point is uh- um.” 

You lean into him, pressing your lips on his neck, kissing the vein that pulses with his thrumming, nervous, fucking alive pulse. And you suck on it.

“Yes?” You ask, pulling away to let your lips brush along his skin to beg the question. 

“You’re just- I’ve thought about you, this before and-” You pull away, shocked by his admission. 

Eddie looks up at you, startled by you pulling away, by your swollen lips coated in your own spit, those wide eyes you give him. Fuck, what did he say? The growing bulge in his pants is sucking up more and more of his brain power the longer you’re around him- 

“You think about me?” You ask, voice bright and delighted.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, like that would somehow make him more sober to process whatever the fuck was going on right now. 

“Yeah.” He finally admits, voice tight and strained in his throat. 

You lean into him, resting your forehead against his, nudging his nose with yours and Eddie’s breath shudders. 

“When?” 

“W-What?”

“When do you think about me?” 

Eddie groans again. “You’re fucking killing me.” He lurches forward, trying to capture your mouth with his but you pull back, a shit eating grin on your face and he wants to slap it off of you. He wonders if you’d like that. 

“When, Munson?” 

He chews on his lip before growling at you, “At night. I think about you when I’m alone, at night, right here, in my bed. I think about you when I touch myself. Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

Your mouth drops open, you’re completely shocked. He gave you the exact answer you had hoped for but yet, you couldn’t have expected it to be the truth. Eddie huffs, pleased he finally shut you up. 

“Any more questions?” He asks rhetorically before surging forward and shoving his tongue down your throat.

You moan into his mouth, letting his warm tongue inside and trace along yours. His lips are plush, warm and wet and you find yourself wanting to bite them but you’re too lost to his touch to do anything about it. Eddie’s hands go up your back, one pulling on your hair and the other going around your throat, not squeezing but just keeping it there, almost in a reassurance. 

Your hands go to his chest, gripping the neck of his shirt so tight like if he were to ever pull away, you’d surely die. 

So you pull away first. You push on his chest and his lips move from yours, not without a whine on his part. You’re both breathing heavy, you smile, pleased with how disheveled and absolutely fucked he looks. 

“W-What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself?” You ask, voice no more than a whisper as you’re barely able to muster the words.

Eddie moans wantonly and lunges back into you, latching his teeth into your neck and biting. You moan in pain, curling into him as he soothes the bite mark with his warm and wet tongue, kissing all over. He groans against your sweet skin, he needs to know if you’re sweet somewhere else.

“Sit on my face.” He mumbles, so low and gravely you barely hear it but he’s shifting under you. You scramble to hold onto him, trying to understand.

“W-What?”

“Sit on my face, need to know what you taste like.” Eddie groans, toying with the hem of your skirt. 

You nod your head quickly, lifting yourself off of him to pull your skirt down and you very quickly realize you’re wearing a less than flattering pair of underwear. 

“S-Sorry I didn’t realize this would be happening, I would have-” You babble as he pulls you back down into his lap like it’s second nature at this point, to have you on him.

Eddie smiles, running his thumbs along your hips, letting his fingers get hooked into the waistband of your panties while he admires them. 

“Would have what? Not worn your cute little panties with hearts and bows all over them?” He sneers almost meanly, nipping at your cheek and you whine. 

“No,” he continues, “I’m glad you did, they’re fucking cute. Little miss innocent.” You giggle at that, at the stupid nickname. 

“Can you keep them on?” He asks, begs sort of. 

You nod your head with vigor, smiling. “Y-Yeah.”

“That’s my girl.” Eddie says, kissing your lips once before he's making you sit up on your knees so that he can slide underneath you until his face is directly underneath your cunt. You can feel his warm breath fanning out onto your thighs and the space in between them. 

My girl my girl my girl my girl-

Eddie presses feather light kisses over your underwear, right where you leak for him and you shudder. He brings his hands up to the tops of your thighs, gripping the flesh there. The coolness of his rings bites at your heated skin.

“I said sit on me.” 

And he’s hauling you down onto his face, so that you’re truly sitting on him and you yelp at the sudden contact. Eddie chuckles darkly, nuzzling his nose through your clothed folds and you gape at him. 

He kisses you there, just over your underwear until the fabric is wet with his saliva and your arousal alike, until he can taste you through the fabric and you’re shaking above him, begging him to do something. It’s dirty, disgusting, and wet and fucking obscene. No one’s ever kissed you over your underwear before, no one’s ever gone down on you. It makes you grow hot in the face, embarrassed almost. 

Eddie finally pulls your underwear to the side before you can ask him to, and he’s shoving his face into your cunt, lapping and eating you so hard it has you gripping his headboard, resting your forehead on it so you can look down at him underneath you, in between your legs. 

His eyes are closed, his jaw working while he takes and takes and takes and all you can do is let him. He looks so pretty down there, totally blissed out. 

“F-Fuck, Eddie.”

You squeal when he runs circles around your clit, flicking it quickly before shoving his tongue as far as it’ll go into your hole. You moan and work your hips along his face, riding his tongue while he grips your thighs, helping you move faster. 

“T-That feels… that feels-” You can barely think, your barely formed sentence being cut off by a ragged moan bubbling through your chest, up your throat. Eddie hums against you, into your pussy and your hips stutter against his face from the vibrations. 

“Good?” He mumbles against you and you moan. 

“S-So good- shit, I think…”

It comes out of nowhere, your orgasm. You rock your hips two, three more times before you go silent and convulse, thighs and pelvis shaking as you come in his mouth, crying out his name shamelessly. Eddie groans, drinking what you give him until you’re squeezing your eyes shut, and trying to pull away from his relentless mouth. 

He pulls you back down, holding you against his lips, his open mouth. He licks at you with his broad tongue.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” 

You’re breathless, you can’t fucking speak as he pulls himself up from underneath you, sitting back next to you on his bed. You fall into him, trying to climb back into his lap and he smirks, lips swollen and wet with you and you so badly need to taste yourself from his mouth. 

So you kiss him, you shove your tongue into his mouth this time and tug at his shirt, hands frantic and moving to his belt, trying to unbuckle it. 

Eddie tries to pull away from you, he says your name, “W-We can’t, you’re too high.”

“Shut up.” You groan, trying to work his belt but it’s much more confusing than it should be. The buckle looked like faux handcuffs and you briefly wondered if he  had a real pair somewhere in his room. It wouldn’t surprise you. If anything, it excites you. 

“I’m serious.” He insists. 

“So am I.” 

He takes your hands into his and grips them hard, stopping you from undoing his belt any further. 

“Fuck off, Eddie, you can’t make me cum like that and then not fuck me.”

He says nothing, just lets you kiss him all over his face while he weighs his morals in his head. 

“I’ve wanted this.” You tell him, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. 

“Really?” He asks, like he didn’t just fuck your pussy with his tongue for the past fifteen minutes. 

“Yes oh my god, how many times do I have to say it.” 

You push him on his chest until he’s flat on his back, staring up at you with those big eyes while you take his shirt off. 

“I want you, Eddie. I want you to fuck me so bad.” 

You peel the white shirt till it’s off him and get caught up staring at his tattoos. You didn’t realize he had so many, they’re extremely attractive and you find yourself wanting to touch and trace and ask about each one. You want to know which one is his favorite, which one he got first, which one he got last-

Eddie’s caught you in a moment of introspection, he grabs you and flips you over so that you’re underneath him. 

“Fuck you’re pretty when you beg for me like that.” 

He sits up on his knees above you and undoes his belt, whipping it off with a loud smack before shucking his black jeans and boxers down his legs. 

You sit up abruptly at the sight of his cock. It’s prettier than you thought it’d be, just like the rest of him. Eddie pushes you back down, you whine. 

“I-I want you in my mouth, please?”

Eddie groans, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing his eyes shut. “God fuck, next time okay? If I don’t get inside you in the next three seconds I’m going to cum all over your stomach.”

Next time. You smile and nod your head. Him cumming on your stomach doesn’t sound half bad but you don’t protest at the promise of getting fucked soon. 

You pull your shirt over your head while Eddie pulls your wet panties down your legs and across his room somewhere. He pins you underneath him, holding both your hands above your head, stretching you out all nice and pretty. His eyes glance over at the handcuffs by his bed, but he decides on using those another time. He doesn’t want to scare you off with too much too fast. He doesn’t know what you like yet. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bed.” Eddie admits, his cheeks pink, full lips twitching into a smirk. 

“Me either.” You whimper, smiling. You can’t stop smiling at him. 

Eddie leans down and sucks a welt into your neck, his dick brushing against your lower belly and you arch into him, needing him inside of you.  

“How do you want it? Tell me how you like getting fucked.” He asks, mouth still wet on your neck. You groan, eyes squeezed shut trying to process what the fuck he just asked you. 

“I-I don’t know, just, however you want it.” 

Eddie pulls back to look at you, his eyes big and wanting, pure black obsidian even in his blacked out room. You give those same eyes back to him and he sweats he could cum from the sight alone. 

“Do whatever you want to me, Eds.” 

Eddie throws his head back, neck straining as he bites back a moan, a groan erupting through his throat. 

“You’re a fucking wet dream, baby.”

You hum, your mind a million miles away yet so intently focused on the feeling of his weight on top of you. 

“Please…” You whine, totally aware of what you’re asking before but if he stopped and asked you in that moment you wouldn’t be able to answer. 

He’s quick to compose himself at your plea. He reaches over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and quickly ripping it open with his teeth, rolling it onto his thick cock. The act is so simple, so normal, yet you cannot look away, totally mesmerized by the dexterous movement - the way you know he’s done this so many times from how quick he is. 

Eddie shuffles himself back in between your thighs, slicking up his dick with the wetness that continuously seeps from you and notches himself at your entrance, barely pushing the head in. 

“W-Whatever I want?” He asks again, eyes meeting yours in a final reassurance. You wrap your arms around his neck, hauling yourself into him and wrapping your legs high up on his waist, trying to push him into you but he’s stronger, holding himself right where he is until you answer him. 

“Say it, I just need you to say it, princess.” 

“Yes, yes whatever you want,” you cry, “fuck me however you want Eddie I can take it - shit!”

He suddenly pushes the entire length of his cock into your slick pussy in one harsh thrust. Fire splits up through you at the sudden intrusion, the sudden split of your cunt around him and he watches, completely mesmerized by the way your jaw falls open, nearly completely slack. How your eyes go wide and then nearly instantaneously roll into the back of your head. You’re fucking beautiful. 

Eddie repositions himself, rolling his hips out and then back in more slowly this time and you cry out, trying to cling to him but Eddie pushes you till you’re flat down on his mattress. He takes the crook of your knee into his hand and folds your leg until it's pressed against your breast. 

“I’m not going to be gentle, next time maybe but I can’t-”

“Stop talking and fuck me, Munson.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Well apparently I do because you keep fucking talk- oh fuck.”

Eddie saws his hips into yours with a force that takes the breath from your chest. He pins you down beneath him and quickly begins to pummel into your pussy. The stretch is divine, it makes you feel alive, makes you feel your own fucking pulse as he continuously pushes his body in and out of your own. 

Eddie is mesmerized watching him disappear inside of you, the way your body so eagerly sucks him in, gripping him so tight he has to physically pull himself out just to push back in. 

“Shit, shit, shit…” He mumbles to himself, eyes pinned on your puffy, glistening pussy. 

Somehow, he manages to go harder, rutting into you so hard you swear you can feel him prodding at the base of your stomach. 

“E-Eddie, oh my god…” 

“I know baby, I know. S’fucking good, your pussy’s fucking perfect.” He babbles, leeting go of the death grip he had on your legs and falling into your chest, burying his face into your neck and kissing you as he shamelessly fucks into almost desperately. 

Eddie fucks you so hard it has you seeing stars, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as he gives it to you so good. You feel a tear pearl and roll down your hot cheek. Eddie notices. 

“A-Are you crying? Do you want me to-”

“No!” You scream, a sob escaping your throat as soon as he even begins to pull away from you, hauling him back onto you. Eddie chuckles, looking at your face for any sort of pain or hesitation but when his eyes meet yours, your eyes gone black like his, your feet digging into his ass to push him further into, he realizes you’re crying out of want, out of pure lust and pleasure. 

More tears continue to fall as he picks up the pace again, holding himself above you on strong arms as his hips swing into yours, driving his cock into that spot so deep inside you over and over again.  Moan bubbles up from your chest and you cry around it, totally fucked dumb on Eddie’s dick. 

“Shit, you always cry this pretty when you’re getting fucked?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he noses at your cheek. You shake your head no, teary and bleary eyes meeting his. 

“No?” Eddie presses, mockingly so, “those other guys not giving it to you good enough, sweetheart?” 

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head no again, “J-Just you, Eds.” 

He fucks you harder. Determination and pride coursing through him. 

“Aww, what a shame. None of them know how sweet you feel, how tight you are.” 

“Eddie-”

“No, it’s just me. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head yes vigorously as you quickly begin to chant yes yes yes yes yes yes over and over again. 

Eddie chuckles darkly, licking at a salty tear that pools in the corner of your mouth. You’re quick to turn your head, to attach your lips to his and Eddie is all too happy to shove his tongue back down your throat while he’s balls deep inside of you. He feels so close, so enveloped in your sweetness, he feels fucking addicted to you. 

“M’gonna cum.” You warn him, your chest arching into his, pebbled nipples brushing along his tattooed chest. 

Eddie growls something possessed, something lustful as he takes his hand and holds your arched back against his body, his other hand comes up your throat, around your jaw and onto your cheek to press the side of your face down into his pillow. He presses his face into your cheek, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he speaks through clench teeth.

“Fucking do it, cum all over me baby. I want it, want it so bad.” 

He feels you clench around him, feels how you pulse, how your eyes go wide, flit between both of his before they’re rolling back into your head and you cry out for him. Your nails sink into his back, scratching and clawing at him for dear life as you cum and cum harder than you think you ever have. 

Your throat feels raw from the force of it, your face and body wet with tears and sweat and something else and Eddie’s close behind. 

“That was so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna-”

“Please.” You beg him. His hips are quick to stutter into yours, his thrusts gone sloppy and imprecise but still just as hard. 

He shoves himself into you two, three more times before he’s convulsing over your spent body, shoving his face into your neck as he groans pathetically, filling the condom. You suddenly wish you could feel that warmth spread inside you. But once Eddie’s body falls on top of yours, you can’t complain too much. 

You’re both sweaty, no doubt a little messy. Eddie’s suddenly rolling off of you and you pout to yourself, watching as he carefully pulls the condom off of his cock, tying a knot and throwing it somewhere in his room. 

“Ew.” You scrunch up your nose. Eddie looks at you, eyes wide, cheeks incredibly flushed a deep red. He looks beautiful. He smiles at you, flopping back down onto his back. He opens his arm and hauls you into the crook of his shoulder. 

“I’ll get it later, I can’t get up right now.” He laughs and you feel it vibrate throughout him. 

“Mmmmm… me neither.” You say, suddenly sleepily. Eddie looks down at you on his chest, your little sweaty face. 

“Yeah? I tire you out?” 

You snort, a retort building but quickly dying on your tongue as you just nod your head. Yeah, he fucking tired you out alright. You nuzzle your nose into his side, where his chest meets his arm. He still smells so good. You don’t want to pull away but you don’t know if you should, don’t know if he wants you to stay or go.  

“You wanna just, wanna sleep here?” He asks innocently enough, like he could read your mind. 

His hand finds the back of your arm and he traces his ringed fingers along your heated skin. It raises goosebumps in his wake and you shudder into him. You look up at him from underneath your lashes, exactly like you had when you first cuddled into him during the movie. 

“Can I?” 

A sly smile stretches across Eddie’s pretty and wide plump lips.

“Yeah, I’m not done with you yet.”

[authorforrosie]

Requested by: anonymous.

Request: Hi I have a request about Ko mun yeong about to marry the reader but her mom comes and stabs the reader in front of everyone but the reader recovers and after the reader recovers Ko avoids the reader because she is scared that the reader might get hurt because of her but the reader convinces her that their will always be safe.

Title: She pushes you away.

Pairing: Ko Mun-Yeong x you. [GxG.]

Warnings: mention of violent scene, Kn*fe, stabbing, sobbing, trauma as in PTSD trigger.

Words: 1049.

It was supposed to be the most perfect day in Ko Mun-Yeong and your day. A day where you both make the most memorable moment in your life. That's when you become her wife. She already wanted to marry you the first time she saw you. You looked so glorious in her opinion at that time like always.

Sadly the destiny had other plans which showed when her mother stood in front of you with a kn*fe in your stomach. Her ice cold emotionless brown eyes met the pain filled Mun-Yeong's warm brown eyes. Everything went in slow motion for you and Mun-Yeong.

Her mother glanced around emotionless before making a dramatic exit. You gasped falling on your knees in the process. Your tearful y/e/c eyes glanced into her deep painful brown eyes. Her arms reached out to hold you and let you down on the ground slowly. One of her friends tore their suits and put them on your wound. Which didn't stop bleeding.

„Y/N please don't die on me. I love you. We still haven't married yet and traveled the world. I don't know what to do without you..." sobbed Mun-Yeong.

You tried to speak by opening your mouth yet couldn't. Blood rolled down your chin from your mouth. Mun-Yeong sobbed louder. Everyone knew not to touch her since nothing could take the pain.

Mun-Yeong felt so lost, cold and empty without you. Her world broke into pieces by stopping. Everything went even more in slow motion. Until the sirens that came closer by every second could be heard.

- -

Time went by slowly in slow motion just like her whole world. Tears after tears rolled down her cheeks from her eyes. Her eyes were red, swollen and puffy from all the crying. Billions of scenarios went through her mind. Especially the negative ones. The ones where you die and don't wake up anymore.

Ten hours later a doctor walked towards the waiting room next to a nurse who held a clipboard in her hands. Both saw a woman sleeping on the uncomfortable hospital chair with tears on her cheeks. The nurse sat next to her, putting a hand on Mun-Yeong's shoulder.

„Ma'am are you here for Y/F/N Y/L/N...?" Asked the nurse gently while shaking her shoulder softly.

It took a moment for Mun-Yeong to wake up. She yawned, stretching her arms in process. Her hand rubbed the sore muscles in her neck from sleeping on uncomfortable hospital chair.

„Yes I am here for my fiancé..." Answered Mun-Yeong with worry in her voice.

The doctor sat down next to Mun-Yeong. She and the nurse glanced at each other before she looked back at Mun-Yeong.

„Y/N is out of the critical state. We stopped the bleeding and stitched up her wound. She should be recovering in no time." Announced the doctor with happiness in her voice.

„Can I see my fiancé..." Mun-Yeong asked with relief in her voice.

Mun-Yeong glanced at Doctor Bae and Nurse Kim with hope. Doctor Bae and Nurse Kim could only nod their heads at each other.

„Yes you can. The nurse Kim Jennie will show you the room." Answered the doctor Bae Irene with sympathy in her voice.

Nurse Kim Jennie walked away with Mun-Yeong following behind her. Both women started a conversation with each other about different subjects.

Mun-Yeong sobbed again with her nerves wrecking since the sight in front of her was sad. You hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV stuck in your arm.

She didn't know where to touch you without hurting you. Since every movement hurts you through the big wound on your stomach which was stitched up and covered by a huge bandage around your stomach.

- -

You've been out of hospital since yesterday. You had to stay there for four weeks. For two weeks Mun-Yeong has been ignoring you. You didn't know why or if you did anything wrong.

After overthinking about everything you couldn't take it anymore and decided to confront Mun-Yeong. You wanted desperately to know why she was ignoring you.

You drive towards her house with a sad expression on your face. Stopping the car when you arrived at her house which was very glorious in your opinion.

When you knocked on the front door you saw Mun-Yeong. She wore a beautiful black dress. You couldn't help yourself from checking her out.

„What are you doing here...?" Asked Mun Yeong with seriousness in her voice.

„I am here because you are ignoring and avoid me. I wanna know why." Answered you with sadness in your voice.

Mun Yeong glanced away since she knew she couldn't resist you if she looked into your eyes.

„You should stay away from me. I am not good. I am scared that I will hurt you like my mom hurts others." Confessed Mun Yeong with sadness in her voice.

You only lifted her chin with your thumbs. Your y/e/c eyes glanced into her deep brown eyes. Which had fear in them.

„No I am not going away. Do you know why? It's because I know that you are a better person than your evil mother. Who always tried and still tries to ruin everything for you. You are way warm hearted to do anything to hurt people. I've seen you a long time already and I know you only hurt people when you have to protect your loved ones." State you with admiration and seriousness in your voice.

Your statement caused her to grin with a happy expression on her face. She couldn't believe how lucky she is to have someone like you in her life.

You both glanced at each other's lips. Mun Yeong knew she couldn't resist anymore so she pulled you closer and kissed your lips passionately.

„I love you. My beautiful soon to be wife." Confessed Mun Yeong. She grin.

You and Mun Yeong decided to spend the day making out while watching K-Drama's. Your wedding was rescheduled for a few weeks and let's just say Mun Yeong definitely took revenge on her evil mother. So badly that her evil mother left the country.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Fall event masterlist so far

Event requests open 4.9 - 18.9

Prompt 1. “Leaf” - Finral x Finesse (October 29)

Prompt 1. “Leaf” - Acier & Nozel (October 27)

Prompt 2. “Tea” - Kirsch & Mimosa (October 28)

Prompt 3. “Candles” - Vanessa x Nozel (October 10)

Prompt 4. “Campfire” - Fuegoleon & Leopold (October 15)

Prompt 5. “Pumpkin” - Charlotte & Luck (October 16)

Prompt 6. "Fireflies" - Morgen x fem!OC (October 5)

Prompt 6.  “Fireflies” - Julius x f!reader (October 24)

Prompt 7. “Foliage” - Asta & Yuno (October 23)

Prompt 7. “Foliage” - Licht x Tetia (October 25)

Prompt 8. “Blankets” - Zora x gn!reader (October 14)

Prompt 8. “Blankets” - Nozel & Noelle (October 21)

Prompt 9. "Laughter" - Julius & Marx (October 9)

Prompt 9. “Laughter” - Finral & Langris (October 17)

Prompt 10. “Unexpected” - Zora x Nebra (October 18)

Prompt 11. “It is love that resides in me, but it is a home that I have found in you” - Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) (October 19)

Prompt 12. “To be with you, that’s all I want” - Lolopechka x Gadjah (October 21)

Prompt 12. “To be with you, that’s all I want” - Zora x Kirsch (hurt/comfort) (October 12)

Prompt 13. “You’re both my source of strength and my biggest weakness” - Yami x Charlotte (October 22)

Prompt 13.  “You’re both my source of strength and my biggest weakness” - Lumiere & Secre (October 22)

Prompt 14. "You're fun to kiss" - Zora x Kirsch (October 4th)

Prompt 14. “You’re fun to kiss” - Mereoleona x f!reader (October 16)

Completed: 22/22

Fuegoleon (October 2)

Prompt 2 “Is he a good kisser?”

Prompt 27 “Does he pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain?

Nozel (October 3)

Prompt  6 “What is his earliest memory?”

Prompt 10 “What physical trait is emphasized on him?”

Yami (October 4)

Prompt 17 “Does he pour milk before cereal or cereal before milk?”

Prompt 22 “Is he a breakfast person? If yes, what does he normally eat for breakfast?”

Solara (OC; as requested) (October 5)

Prompt 4 “What does she wear to sleep?”

Prompt 16 “Does she enjoy snacking? What does she snack on?”

Prompt 22  “Is she a breakfast person? If yes, what does she normally eat for breakfast?”

Selena (OC; as requested) (October 6)

Prompt 9 “What plans does she muse have for the future?”

Prompt 15″ What would she describe as ‘comfortable clothing’?”

Prompt 22 “Is she a breakfast person? If yes, what does she normally eat for breakfast?”

Charmy (October 7)

Prompt 4 “What does she wear to sleep?”

Prompt 7 “Describe how she greets others.”

Prompt 13 “Would she get along with the mun? Why/why not?”

Prompt 19 “How does she sit? Does she take up space, or keep to herself?“

Prompt 22 “Is she a breakfast person? If yes, what does she normally eat for breakfast?”

Prompt 27 “Does she pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain?

Noelle  (October 8)

Prompt 5 “What does she normally wear?”

Prompt 21 “If she was to go on vacation, what would be the first thing she packed?”

Mimosa (October 9)

Prompt 13 “Would she get along with the mun? Why/why not?”

Prompt 25 “What is her opinion on gossip? Does she ever gossip, encourage it, discourage it?”

Nero (October 10)

Prompt 1 “How does she relax?”

Prompt 18 “Does she prefer to be in the company of others, or alone?”

Vanessa (October 11)

Prompt 1 “How does she relax?”

Prompt 10 “What physical trait is emphasized on her?”

Charlotte (October 12)

Prompt 8 “Describe what education she has.”

Prompt 23 “What is her ideal environment (e.g. big city, forest, mountains, desert, e.t.c.)?”

William (October 13)

Prompt 17 “Does he pour milk before cereal or cereal before milk?”

Prompt 24 “If social media existed in your muse’s universe, would they be on it? Which plattform/s?”

Completed: 12/12

Prompt: Love confession - Kirsch x m!reader (October 1st)

Prompt: Cuddle - Andrammelech x f!reader (October 2nd)

Prompt: Late night cuddle - Henry x m!reader (October 6)

Prompt: Waking up next to them - Jack x gn!reader (October 14)

Prompt: Love confession - Jack x gn!reader (October 15)

Prompt: Waking up next to them - Solid x gn!reader (October 17)

Prompt: Domestic feels - Marx x gn!reader (October 18)

Prompt: First kiss - Kirsch x m!reader (October 12)

Prompt: Late night cuddle - Owen x gn!reader (October 20)

Prompt: Domestic feels - Rebecca x gn!reader (October 23)

Prompt: Love confession - Klaus x gn!reader (October 24)

Prompt: Love confession - Valtos x gn!reader (October 25)

Prompt: Love confession - Licht x gn!reader (October 26)

Completed: 13/13

Fae!Morgen x gn!reader (fluff) (October 11)

Vampire!Yuno x fem!OC (October 7)

Vampire!Langris x f!reader (angst/fluff) (October 13)

Ghost!Grey x gn!reader (fluff) (October 19)

Fairy!Yami x/& gn!reader (comedy) (October 30)

Werewolf!Mereoleona x gn!reader (October 20)

Ghost!Nero x gn!reader (October 26)

Mermaid!Mimosa x gn!reader (October 27)

Changeling!Langris x gn!reader (October 31)

Completed: 9/9

Prompt 1. “Doing the deed on someone else’s office chair” - Julius x f!reader (October 13)

Prompt 2. "Almost sex but a cuddle instead" - Nacht x fem!OC (October 3)

Prompt 3. “Slow and sensual” - Vanessa x Nozel 

Prompt 4. "A quickie worth being late for" - Yami x f!reader (October 8)

Prompt 7. “I want you riiight here” - Mereoleona x f!reader (October 16)

Prompt 8. “It’s okay, you can be as loud as you want” - Yami x Charlotte

Prompt 12. “Bend me over, slide it in, and own me” - Nozel x f!reader (October 18)

Prompt 13. "Secret to a successful marriage - keep the fights clean and the sex dirty" - Magna x f!reader (October 1st)

Prompt 13. "Secret to a successful marriage - keep the fights clean and the sex dirty" - William x f!reader

Completed: 9/9

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Fandoms & Characters:

Note: There will most likely be times where I post fandoms NOT included on this list. If you see those posts and want to request, feel free to (or just ask if I can write for *insert fandom* and *insert character*)!

Diabolik Lovers

Sakamaki:

All Sakamaki Brothers (except Kino)

Karl Heinz

Richter Sakamaki

Mukami:

All Mukami Brothers

Tsukinami:

All Tsukinami Brothers

Misc:

Yui Komori

Bungou Stray Dogs

Armed Detective Agency:

Osamu Dazai

Atsushi Nakajima

Doppo Kunikida

Ranpo Edogawa

Akiko Yosano

Junichiro Tanizaki

Port Mafia:

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Chuya Nakahara

Gin Akutagawa

Michizo Tachihara

Sakunosuke Oda

Guild:

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Mark Twain

Edgar Allan Poe

John Steinbeck

H. P. Lovecraft

Decay of Angels:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Bram Stoker

Hunting Dogs:

Saigiku Jono

Suehiro Tetcho

Misc.:

Ango Sakaguchi

Haikyuu

Karasuno:

Daichi Sawamura

Koshi Sugawara

Asahi Azumane

Yu Nishinoya

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Tobio Kageyama

Shoyo Hinata

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Aoba Johsai:

Tooru Oikawa

Nekoma:

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Fukurodani:

Kotaro Bokuto

Shiratorizawa:

Satori Tendo

Semi Eita

Misc:

Yuji Terushima

Akiteru Tsukishima

Tokyo Revengers

Mizo Middle:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Atsushi “Akkun” Sendo

Takuya Yamamoto

Kazushi Yamagishi

Makoto Suzuki

Toman:

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Keisuke Baji

Chifuyu Matsuno

Takashi Mitsuya

Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata

Souya “Angry” Kawata

Haruchiyo “Sanzu” Akashi

Hakkai Shiba

Valhalla:

Shuji Hanma

Kazutora Hanemiya

Black Dragons:

Shinichiro Sano

Taiju Shiba

Misc.:

Tetta Kisaki

Naoto Tachibana

Emma Sano

Ran Haitani

Rindo Haitani

About The Mun:

Name: Virus/Vi

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 20

Sign: Scorpio

Mun’s other blogs:

Personal - @tainted-virus

Hunter x Hunter - @hxscenarios

My Hero Academia - @mhascenarios

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

Masterlist

Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.” 

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies. 

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

[picksomethingelse]

Rain | Do Hana X F! Reader

The Uncanny Counter

(Okay so this is another draft and also another non-Girl From Nowhere story but instead an The Uncanny Counter Story bcz why not so now I have to make a Masterlist soon...)

Hana and (Y/n) stood near the door just looking at the rain outside. It had become nighttime pretty quickly and (Y/n) knew her grandma was probably going to be worried about why she wasn't home yet.

"You should be home by now." Hana finally spoke up going over to sit at a table in the restaurant. (Y/n) nodded going over and grabbing a seat next to Hana.

"You should be asleep by now." (Y/n) told Hana while grabbing her cold hands. (Y/n) was really the only person who was allowed to touch Hana this way sometimes Mun was allowed to but it was really rare to see Hana being close to anyone but her girlfriend. Though it's still really rare to even see Hana being affectionate with (Y/n)

Hana put an arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder and held her close. "Did they stop bullying you after what Mun did?" Hana looked at (Y/n) and sighed not getting an answer.

"I love you" (Y/n) smiled feeling Hana kiss her forehead. "I love you too."

[stray-kaz]

Love & Pragmatism : a So Mun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: You get in between Mun and an attack meant for him and he is not happy.

Mun didn't see it, which was unusual for him, but time seemed to slow for you as you watched Pil-gwang shift around to look for Mun, quivering dark energy already building in the palms of his hands. Then time sped up and you almost tripped over your own feet in your hurry to reach Mun before the blast did.

Your body was already aching from the battle, but pain spread a hundred times faster, reaching out from your chest where the blast hit and surging all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. You were thrown backwards into Mun, your weight taking him down to the ground as his arms wrapped around you, trying to hold on.

You felt the impact vibrate through you as he hit the ground, air whooshing out of his lungs and his grasp on you loosening a bit before it tightened again and he began to stand, dragging you up with him. Your head felt fuzzy, your limbs heavy and sore, but you still heard him yell and felt one arm release you, his hand thrown out as a huge pulse of psychokinetic energy left him.

You heard a distant crash, sounding far away, and then your eyes closed, your head falling back against Mun's shoulder as everything faded into the dark.

Light flickered into being as you slowly blinked your eyes open, gradually recognising your bedroom back at the new hideout. The photos stuck to the walls, the books in piles by the door, and Mun's anxious face hovering next to the bed, pinched with worry. As soon as he saw your eyes opening and focusing on him, his worry turned into fury and you glanced down to see his hands clenched into fists on your duvet, threatening to tear it.

"Why?" he demanded, glaring at you with angry tears glossing his eyes. "Why did you do that?"

You blinked and pulled yourself up to sit, reaching out to cover his hands with yours. His fists loosened and he wrapped his fingers around yours, gripping tightly enough to feel your bones creak.

"I had to" you croaked, then coughed to clear your throat. "I had to do it. What do you mean, why, Mun-ah? I needed to protect you."

His brown eyes, usually so soft, went dark and hard, and he shook your hands.

"Protect me?" he repeated, shaking his head hard at you. "I protect you. That's my job. Did you forget that I'm the strongest and I can take whatever they throw at me? I thought you were smarter than that."

You tilted your head and sniffed, unimpressed.

"I am smart, So Mun. So smart, in fact. I was being pragmatic. I wasn't just thinking of you when I did it."

Mun blinked at you, confused.

"What? Pragmatic? How?"

You wriggled your hands out of his grip and stretched up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him awkwardly half onto the bed. He grunted and pressed his head against yours on instinct; it was so natural for him to be this close to you, and not natural at all for him to be angry with you.

"What is the world to me without you in it?" you murmured. "Love has made me pragmatic, Mun. I saved you for me. I don't want to hang around without you. So if I have to take a few harder hits to keep you here, I'll do it."

Mun withdrew slightly so he could see your face. He stared and then softened a bit, sighing. He shuffled forward and kissed your forehead, both his hands gently framing your face.

"Okay" he said softly. "But try not to die in my place."

You smiled and nodded.

"No promises, Mun."

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[xjoonchildx]

guarded | jhs x reader | chapter six: no one but you

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.6K

A/N: i sincerely hope you guys like the way this ends, it’s always so nerve-wracking to end a story! the epilogue to this story is posted as well and linked.  thank you to every single person who sent sweet messages of support it means the world to me.  SMUT WARNINGS APPLY IN THIS CHAPTER: oral (m/f), unprotected sex (only in fiction y’all) and hoseok thirst.

of course, i cannot post this story without shouting out some of the most supportive, killer people on this site.  you guys truly mean the world to me @ladyartemesia​ @ppersonna​ @taetaewonderland​ @hobi-gif​

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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There are perks to being the boss.

For Namjoon, it means calling the shots on the streets from his office in the sky.  Rarely does he leave the climate-controlled comfort of his pristine headquarters to get his hands dirty in the day-to-day business of the organization he runs.

Tonight, he’s making an exception.

Yoongi drives. Like a bat out of hell, as always.

It’s a thirty-minute ride from downtown Seoul to Incheon Port without traffic but Yoongi is on pace to finish it in just twenty.  Hoseok watches the lights on the expressway speed by from the backseat.  He tries hard to focus on the information Namjoon shares, the details he’ll need in order to ensure he doesn’t put himself or anyone else in danger tonight.  

But fuck, it’s so hard to concentrate with the taste of you still on his lips.  

He scrubs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath.  He forces himself to push the memory of your body in his hands and your skin in his mouth and your voice in his ear to the corner of his mind.  

Then he goes over the information again.

Namjoon wants to be in place at least ten minutes before the scheduled meet so he can figure out what’s going on before the Ssijog knows he’s there with his men.  

He wants guns to stay holstered unless he gives the signal.

He wants --

“You must have really scared the shit out of that guy, Jung,” Namjoon murmurs from the front seat.  Hoseok snaps back into focus to search for his boss’s reflection in the side mirror and finds Namjoon already looking at him. “He’s been blowing up his contact since last night, begging for personal protection.”

“He’s lucky I didn’t do worse,” Hoseok shrugs.  “I certainly could have.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” Namjoon agrees.  “Someday you’ll have to tell me the story of how you managed to be outside of his apartment when his handler picked him up.  Here I was, under the impression you had the night off.”

Hoseok swallows thickly.

“Just doing my job.”

There’s a twist to Namjoon’s mouth that Hoseok can’t read and it puts him on edge.  

“Well, I must thank you for your dedication to your job,” Namjoon continues. “You’ve really gone above and beyond the call of duty for this assignment.”

Hoseok looks away from the mirror.  “Yeah, sure,” he says quietly.  

The car falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Yoongi clears his throat.  

“So anyway --” he announces loudly, “-- Jimin and Tae were able to track Kang’s texts through some internet bullshit they mess around with. Apparently dude flipped out after you left his place and wouldn’t let up until his handlers agreed to meet him tonight.”

“At Incheon Port?” Hoseok asks, glad for the redirect.  “That’s a hell of a drive for a chat.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Namjoon says under his breath.  

The car falls silent once again.

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Mun Kiwoo has a reputation for being messy.

The man at the top sets the tone for the organization, and Mun is no exception.  His men are known for their brutality, his deals often go south, and by most accounts his syndicate is hanging on by a thread.

But it’s still hanging on.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watch quietly from their vantage point behind a shipping container as Mun waits in the dark, cigarette in hand. He looks like an unmade bed -- shirt rumpled and half-tucked into his wrinkled dress pants.  He lights one cigarette off of another as he answers a series of calls on his cell.  

His agitation seems to rise each time it rings again.

Hoseok takes stock of the two guards Mun has at his side tonight.  They’re bulky men with huge arms and round bodies -- the kind of guys who look dangerous due to sheer size, but would be slow to respond in a physical fight.  Namjoon holds up two fingers to confirm they’re the only men with Mun and Hoseok nods.

Headlights bounce off the pavement after a few more minutes of waiting.

A black car pulls up close to the water’s edge and Mun Kiwoo ends his call just as he lights another cigarette.  

Kang Donghyuk is the first out of the car, followed closely by his Ssijog handler.  Kang is dragging his ass and even from a distance, Hoseok can make out the bandage over the side of his face.

Hope it hurts, motherfucker.

“Mr. Kang,” Mun Kiwoo’s voice is clear now, loud enough for all three men to hear.  “You have been rather insistent about this meeting. I’m a busy guy.  What do you want?”

All three men strain to listen to Donghyuk’s response, but it’s too muffled to catch.  Yoongi brings his hands to his throat to make a choking gesture.  Can’t hear shit, he mouths.  You choked him too hard.

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“That sounds like your problem,” Mun laughs in response to whatever Kang has said.  “Not mine.”

Donghyuk gestures wildly as he tries to make his case, likely pleading for the protection of the Ssijog.   Mun Kiwoo looks unmoved.

“I’m not interested in causing any more trouble with the Gajog, Mr. Kang.  This entire situation has been a means to an end.  Stirring more shit with Kim Namjoon is not in my best interest.”

Namjoon signals to Yoongi and Hoseok that it’s time to move.  All three men step out from their cover behind the shipping container, hands in front of their bodies to demonstrate none are holding their weapons.

“Fucking hell,” Mun Kiwoo groans when he spots them.  “I don’t have time for this shit.”

His guards bow up at his side, both men reaching for their guns.  Mun has the good sense to raise a hand and stop them from pulling their firearms -- which keeps Yoongi and Hoseok from doing the same.  All of the men face off in silence for a moment, each side waiting to see if the other will do something to break the fragile peace.

Kang Donghyuk whines under his breath and Hoseok shoots a warning glare at him.  He drops his gaze to the ground and shuts his mouth.

“You say you don’t want trouble with me, Mun and yet --” Namjoon snarls, “-- you have this piece of shit working my sister. Explain.”

“You know how these rich boys are, Kim,” Mun chuckles.  “They develop a bad habit -- or in this idiot’s case, two -- and daddy’s money isn’t enough anymore.  They’re easy to buy.”

Donghyuk looks from Namjoon to Mun, panic in his wide eyes.

“They’re trying to kill me,” he rasps.

“So what?” Mun laughs.  He smiles wide to reveal a mouth like an abandoned graveyard, teeth broken and scattered.  “This guy thinks we’re friends,” he jeers, jerking a thumb in Donghyuk’s direction.  “He’s too stupid to figure out that he served a purpose and now he doesn’t anymore.  Simple as that.”  

Namjoon sucks in a breath with obvious irritation.

“I’m still waiting to hear what any of this shit has to do with my sister.”

“Ah, yes,” Mun says, stubbing out his cigarette and getting back to the task at hand. “Listen, I don’t have anything against your sister personally, okay? Lim Joowon is my son and I want him back.  He can’t spend the next 15 years behind bars. You understand that, right? Doing whatever it takes for your family?”

Namjoon utters a curse under his breath.

“I’ll give your sister some credit, though -- she’s tenacious.  I thought she’d give up after we took her digital files,” Mun admits.  “Instead she’s cost me a hell of a lot more money.  I’ve had to start cutting a lot more checks to ensure this shit goes away.”

“She’s not the type to roll over and play dead, Mun,” Namjoon growls through gritted teeth.  

“The pigheaded gene runs in the family, huh?” Mun grins. “Look, let me level with you Kim, man to man.  I don’t even need your sister at this point. I’ve paid enough people to fuck this case from the inside out.  But I won’t lie, she is my insurance.  If any of the higher-ups start asking questions about why this case fell apart -- who better to point the finger at than the sweet young prosecutor with the dirty family connections, hmm?”

Namjoon tenses, hand reaching for the gun at his side.  Yoongi stops him with a muttered warning.

“None of us give a fuck about what happens to your son, Mun,” Namjoon says. “What I have a problem with is you sending that piece of shit --” he points at the trembling Kang Donghyuk, “ -- into her fucking home. Invading her space.  You crossed a line.”

“You’re right,” Mun agrees lightly.  “It was rude. Uncalled for.  I’m gonna apologize for it right now.”

He pulls his pistol from his side and the sound of clinking metal bounces off the shipping containers as everyone pulls their guns.  Hoseok trains his pistol directly at the shaking Kang Donghyuk and silently prays for the chance to pull the trigger. Mun Kiwoo’s gun is pointed at Namjoon and Namjoon’s is pointed right back.

Then Mun’s face lights up with a bizarre smile. He swings the point of his pistol in the direction of Donghyuk and pulls the trigger twice.

Donghyuk sputters as he falls to the floor.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchange looks.  

Namjoon stares at Mun incredulously.

“What?” Mun’s nonchalance is comical.  “You wanted to do that too, right?  Besides, that guy owes everyone in the city money. I promise you, his own mother won’t even miss him.”

“Jesus,” Yoongi mutters under his breath. “This guy is fucking nuts.”

Mun puts his pistol away and his men follow suit.  Namjoon signals for Yoongi and Hoseok to do the same.  

“Consider that a goodwill gesture,” Mun says breezily.  “An official apology from me, to you.  And please pass along my consideration to your sister.  Please assure her that none of this is personal.  But I will make sure my son stays out of prison.  And like it or not, she’s going to play some kind of role in that.”

Namjoon stares off into the water.

“I can’t control my sister, Mun.  She makes her own choices,” he says after a moment.  “But let me be clear, this is the first and last polite discourse we’re going to have about this situation.  I don’t want you, your goons or any --” he glances at the bleeding pile of Kang Donghyuk on the floor, “-- paid help going near her.  Not in her office, not in her home. Nowhere. Are we clear?”

Mun Kiwoo lights another cigarette and smiles wide, the space in his teeth prominent against the gleaming ember hanging from his mouth.  

“Crystal.”

On the way back to the car, Hoseok hears the heavy splash of Kang Donghyuk’s body hitting the water down below.

He shuts his eyes against the rush of pleasure he feels as he climbs into the backseat.

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YOU

Something isn’t right.

You stare at the empty seat across the conference table -- the one where Hyejin normally sits -- and something twists in your gut.  She’s out sick today.  You can’t even remember the last time she took a sick day.

All morning, you’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s no big deal.  That you’re working yourself up for nothing.

But Donghyuk is out today, too.  

Vaguely, you register the sound of your boss’s voice at the front of the room. Any minute now, you’ll be asked to brief the team on the status of your case, but you can’t think straight.  You can’t focus on anything but the feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is wrong.  

Your thoughts race back to last night, back to your brother taking his men away for business in the middle of the night.

Back to Hoseok.

You try not to think about what it felt like to have his warm body pressed against yours. The way he smelled like fresh laundry and spice. The way you unraveled the moment he touched you.  

Your phone pulses with an incoming text.

namjoon: i’ve asked jungkook to bring you to the office tonight after work [ 1:25 PM ]

namjoon: a lot to discuss [ 1:26 PM ]

Your brain grinds to a halt as you stare at the messages.

It’s like everything is wrong and everything is right, all at the same time.

“Miss. Kim?”

You look up to see your boss staring at you, one expectant eyebrow raised.  You take a deep breath, line up your papers and stand to take your place at the front of the room.

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The sense of déjà vu that hits you as you make the long walk across your brother’s office is nearly overwhelming.  This is exactly how this entire mess began weeks ago -- with you summoned to see Namjoon after hours, with Yoongi and Hoseok flanking him on either side.

But there is one thing different about tonight.

When you briefly lock gazes with Hoseok as you make your way to Namjoon’s plush chair, there is a warmth behind his dark eyes you can see from a distance. It’s a complete contrast to the first time you ever saw him, when you thought you could freeze to death from the ice in his glare.

You look away before anyone can catch the flush working its way up your neck.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” you brother begins evenly.  “I finally have some answers for you about what’s going on.”

“Well, I’m ready to hear them,” you exhale, taking a seat.  Your eyes drift over the papers strewn scattered across his desk.  

“We’ve learned that the reason the Ssijog want your case against Lim Joowon to fold is because Lim is Mun Kiwoo’s son.”

You raise a brow.

“That’s news to me.  I didn’t even know Mun Kiwoo had a son.”

“Neither did we,” Namjoon admits.  “Apparently this is his only son and the man he intends to pass control of the Ssijog down to.  So it makes sense that he’s so hell-bent on seeing this case fall apart.”

He picks one of the papers off his desk.

“This is the more problematic piece of the puzzle,” Namjoon says quietly.  Your chest tightens in response to the expression on his face. “Jimin and Taehyung tracked a Ssijog account making payouts.  Payouts to people in your office.”

He holds the piece of paper out to you.

“There are six names on that list.”

You take a deep breath before taking the sheet from his hands.  

Your eyes scan down the document, taking in the blows, one by one.  Two receptionists.  One paralegal.  

Lee Hyejin.  

Kang Donghyuk.  

Park Soo.

You say nothing as you stare at the list, taking in the names again.

Someone you called a friend.  Someone you’d allowed into your bed.  The boss you’d bent over backwards trying to impress.  You stare at the black-and-white evidence of betrayal in your hands, reading the words over and over -- expecting to feel sadness or rage or humiliation or something.  

Nothing comes.

“Give us a moment, would you please?”

Yoongi and Hoseok file out of the room quietly at Namjoon’s command.  The second the heavy door to the office clicks shut, he clears his throat.  “There is something else we need to discuss, Amsaja,” your brother continues quietly.  “Kang Donghyuk is dead.”

“Good.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide at the quick, calm delivery of your response.

You stand to walk to his sideboard to pour a drink.  You have no idea what’s inside the decanter, only that whatever it is promises a burn you want to feel right now. You pour a glass and take a sip, leaning against the heavy wooden piece.

“Did you kill him?”

“No. The Ssijog beat us to it,” Namjoon admits.  “But Hoseok paid Donghyuk a personal visit at home to convey our -- displeasure -- at his involvement in this mess. He damned near choked that man to death hours before Mun Kiwoo put two bullets in him.”

“I’m sorry anyone has ever tried you because I promise you they are going to pay.”

The words Hoseok spoke in your kitchen surface in your mind.  

They’d sent a bolt of pleasure through you at the time -- triggering a kind of primitive response you’d be embarrassed to admit out loud.

And somehow that response pales in comparison to what you’re feeling right now.

A normal woman wouldn’t find satisfaction in the idea of Donghyuk cowering in fear inside his apartment.  A normal woman wouldn’t feel warmth spread through her entire body at the mental image of Hoseok wrapping his hands around Donghyuk’s throat.  You slip a finger under the collar of your blouse and search for your scar -- closing your eyes at the familiar feel of the raised skin.  

You remind yourself that you are not a normal woman.

“Hoseok uncovered Kang’s involvement with the Ssijog even before we found the payouts.”  Your brother pauses, a wry twist to his mouth as he continues.  “He can be a very determined man when something is important to him.”

Namjoon holds your gaze for just a beat too long after delivering that statement.  You look away and walk to his office window.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, Amsaja,” you brother says.  You can hear the sound of him pouring his own drink behind you.  “Your silence has me concerned.”

You’re thinking about every time Hyejin feigned concern for you and tried to get you to open up. The days Donghyuk insisted he take you to lunch or to dinner when you insisted you were too swamped.  The bullshit little speech Park Soo gave you the night of the charity dinner about keeping Seoul from falling into the hands of criminals.

You’re thinking about what a joke they all are -- dressing up and looking down their noses at the criminal element they claim to despise.  Wearing their fake piety like a badge of honor and paying for their fine things with dirty money.  

You’re thinking that you’d rather choose a hundred street thugs over any one of their kind.  At least your brother has the balls to wear his sins on his sleeve.  

Namjoon joins you at the window, glass in hand.  

“What I’m thinking, Jaegyueo,” you say calmly, “Is that a lot of things are starting to make sense for me.  I haven’t felt this clear in a very long time.  So, thank you.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your brother’s mouth and you return it.

You clink your glasses together in a toast.

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You are two whiskeys deep when you leave Namjoon’s office.  

Hoseok is waiting in a chair in the hallway.  He stands to his feet when you appear from behind the heavy wooden door.  

You suck in a breath as you take him in -- the sharp beauty of his face and the soft curve of his mouth and the way his suit hugs the lines of his lean body.  You realize, with more than a little embarrassment, that you are staring.

“I’ve got the car warming downstairs,” Hoseok says carefully.  “If you’re ready to go, that is.”

“Yes. Hoseok, I --” you swallow thickly,  “-- I never apologized for what I said to you.  I didn’t mean those things. I’m so sorry.”

Hoseok steps close and reaches one hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear.  You shut your eyes, leaning into his touch and inhaling his scent.

“You’ve had a hell of a night,” he murmurs.  “We can talk about that some other time.  Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You open your eyes to look up at him just as Yoongi rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks.

“Glad this isn’t awkward,” he mutters, before turning to walk back the same way he came.

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The air in Hoseok’s car is thick with tension on the ride home.

You’ve stopped pretending to not stare, eyes fixed on Hoseok while his eyes stay glued to the road.  He guides the car through a sharp turn and you catch the way he winces as his hand grips the steering wheel.  

A throb of guilt hits you square in the chest.

“You’re hurt.”

“Nah,” Hoseok deflects quickly.  “Just a little sore.”

He won’t look at you.  Why won’t he look at you?

“Namjoon told me you nearly choked Donghyuk to death,” you say quietly, studying his face for any reaction. He slows the car to a stop at a red light and rubs his fingers across his mouth, stares out of his window.

“I wanted to kill him,” he admits.  He takes his aching hand off the steering wheel and flexes his fingers as if reliving the memory of that night. “I almost did.”

That embarrassing reaction flares inside of you again.  This time it slides down your back and pools low between your legs and you have to squeeze your thighs together in response.  You shiver as you remember the promises he made while pressing his body to yours.

“Tell me what you want. I swear to God, I’ll give it to you.”

You’ve never wanted anything as badly as you do Jung Hoseok right now.

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You force yourself to wait for the elevator doors to shut.

The second they do, you crush your body and your mouth to Hoseok’s.  If you catch him off-guard, there’s no way to tell -- not with the way he immediately backs you into the elevator wall, slotting one knee between your thighs.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore,” he groans the words into the shell of your ear, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck.  “Just like no one gets to touch you anymore.  No one but me.”

The strangled sigh that escapes you is the closest thing Hoseok is going to get to a thank you right now.  You whimper in agreement, gasping when his fingers grip your ass to pull you flush against him.  The swollen outline of his cock brushes against your stomach and you shudder.

The elevator ride is too long and too short, all at the same time.  Hoseok backs you through the doors as soon as they open, fumbling in his pocket for the keys while you suck bruises into his throat.  By some miracle, he gets the door open and both of you through it in one piece.

“Fuck,” Hoseok swears as you wrap your arms around his neck, grinding against his insistent cock.  He has to drag you both into the bedroom as you press against him like a dead weight, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as you both stumble into the bedroom.  You drop out of his grasp when the bed hits the back of your knees.

Hoseok stands back, chest heaving with exertion.

“I need you to hear you say it,” he pants.  “Please.”

You sit up straight on the edge of the bed and unbutton your blouse, slipping it off without hesitation.  “No one gets to touch me,” you breathe, reaching to unclasp your bra.  You toss it away.

“No one but you.”  

Hoseok’s eyes darken to near black.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and slowly pulls off his holster and gun, placing both carefully on top of your dresser.  Then he turns back, body looming over yours.  He cups your cheek with one large hand, looking down at you with such heat that your breath hitches in your chest.

You lean into his touch, fingertips grazing the contour of his cock beneath his suit pants.  

“You promised to give me anything I want,” you whisper, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. He nods slowly, the rasp in his voice betraying the calm on his face.

“Anything.  Name it.”

“I want to take care of you,” you say, pulling the hem of his shirt out of his pants.  Your fingers work the buttons open, one by one.  “Let me.”

Hoseok exhales a heavy breath as you open his shirt and stroke your hands down his chest. You give yourself a moment to admire the lean strength of his body, fingers stroking over the metal tags that hang just above one dark, flat nipple.

His stomach tightens and his cock twitches in his pants when you tilt forward to press a soft kiss to the golden skin just above his belt.  You work it open with unsteady hands and his pants follow just a moment later.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, nuzzling the outline of his length with your cheek.  You push his boxers down his slim hips just enough to expose the head of his cock.  “I don’t want you to think about anything but this.”

Hoseok groans when you flick your tongue against him.  

His cock throbs under your fingertips through the fabric of his underwear when you dip down to tease the head with your mouth.  You lap at the salty moisture gathered at the swollen tip and his head drops back.

“Sweetheart, please --” he grits out, hands reaching for your hair.  He winds his fingers through the strands and jerks when you rake your teeth across the wet ridge under the head of his cock. “-- don’t tease me.”

Some other time you might play the delayed gratification game with him.  You might take hours to torture him and keep him dangling at the precipice of pleasure.  Tonight, though -- the only thing you want to do is make him come so hard he can’t see straight.

“I won’t,” you promise sweetly, pulling the rest of his thick length free from his boxers to wrap your warm fingers around him.  You flick your gaze up to appreciate the way his head is tipped back in pleasure, lips parted.

“Look at me,” you murmur, pumping him with languid strokes.

His eyes are glassy with arousal when he opens them to gaze down at you.  You make sure he’s watching as you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you draw your mouth across his length.  He gathers your hair in his hands so he can appreciate the unobstructed view of your private show.

“No one gets to touch you anymore,” you whisper.  You take him down as far as you can again, tongue dragging against the thick vein that runs the length of his cock.  You are panting when you pull off him, tongue running the seam of your lower lip as you catch your breath.

“No one but me.”

Hoseok’s dick jerks in your hand in response, hand tightening in your hair as you lick a long stripe up his shaft.  He chokes out a moan as you lick at the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock, eyes fixed on his.

“No more,” he croaks.  

You pull your mouth away reluctantly, tongue swiping at the taste of him on your lips and the sight seems to set him off.  He grabs your face with both hands, groaning into your mouth as he claims it.

He pulls away, panting.

“Lie back,” he demands between breaths.  You comply without question.

Hoseok leans over you, arms braced on either side of your body as he drops his head down to take one nipple between his teeth.  Your hips jerk at the stimulation and you squirm underneath him, thighs slippery with your own excitement.  He laves at both nipples slowly, thoroughly, until they are aching and wet.  Then he trails a soft line of kisses back up to your ear.

“I want to taste what’s mine,” he whispers, and a pang of arousal hits you so hard you forget to breathe.  You lift your hips to help him pull your skirt away along with your soaked panties and he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. Every muscle in your body locks in anticipation.

Hoseok nudges your legs apart with his hands, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs.  His dark eyes are half-hooded with pleasure by the time he drapes your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groans when you are fully spread open for him.  He drops a kiss on your mound and your body jolts at the sensation, every nerve ending standing at attention.  He moves lower, long fingers tracing the outline of your swollen cunt and you suck in a breath.  

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping one finger into your damp heat.  “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you choke out, hands gripping the sheets as his finger flexes inside of you.

“Only for you.”

Hoseok makes a sound of satisfaction deep in his chest before sealing his lips over your aching clit.  You shudder against his mouth when he pulls back to soothe you with the flat of his tongue.  “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined how you would taste,” Hoseok groans, licking deeply into your wetness.  “It doesn’t even come close.  Nothing comes close to this.”

“Hoseok --”  your hands come off of the sheets to grip into his hair, “-- Hoseok, please don’t stop.”

Your senses are so heightened that just the pressure of the heel of his hand against your cunt is making you crazy.  His finger crooks deep inside you, stroking against your swollen walls while his lips and teeth toy with your clit.  You whine at the stimulation, at the wet drag of his tongue that has you writhing beneath him.

“You’re close sweetheart, I can hear it,” Hoseok’s voice is ragged with arousal. “Let me hear you.  Come for me.”

You clutch his hair between your fingers, moaning brokenly as the heat between your legs simmers to a boil.

“Hoseok --”

“That’s it,” he praises you with dirty words spoken in the sweetest way. “Let me taste you. Let me hear you.”

Hoseok is prepared the moment you come apart.

He grasps your hips firmly in those large, warm hands of his -- tongue and lips persistent as the live wire inside you tightens and snaps. The force of your orgasm shakes your entire body and leaves you begging and breathless. Hoseok savors every drop of your release until your hips sink back into the mattress and you protest weakly against the threat of overstimulation.

The mattress dips under you as Hoseok joins you on the bed, lips swollen with use and mouth marked with your taste.  His head dips into the hollow of your neck, nipping gently at the skin, while his fingers skate over the soft skin of your stomach and thighs.  

You shiver in his hold, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of his body on yours.

“I want to watch you come like that every day,” Hoseok whispers into your ear.  “Only for me.”

“Only for you,” you agree in a whisper, finding your voice after what seems like ages.  

You slip one hand between you, fingers wrapping firmly around the rigid cock pressed against your stomach.  Hoseok groans when you tighten your hand around him.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, feeling a pulse between your legs that seems to beat in time with the throb of his cock in your palm, “Fuck me please, I’m losing my mind.”

His hoarse chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as he moves to cover you completely with his body.  He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance and you tilt your hips up into his.  

“Please,” you plead again, lifting your head to brush your lips against his.  “Now.”

He sinks his cock into you slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight fit of your cunt around him.  The stretch inside of you is nearly too much -- you whimper when he bottoms out and he drops his forehead to yours.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?”

His entire body feels like a rubber band ready to snap -- coiled energy waiting to be released.  But he holds back the instinct to move until you nod your agreement.

“You feel so good,” you murmur, nudging his hips to move with your own.  You stroke your hands down the slick skin of his back.  “I’m so full right now.”

Hoseok swears under his breath as he tentatively rocks his hips against yours, letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you.  You wrap your legs around him as the discomfort subsides and the only sensation that’s left is the pleasant pressure of his cock against your walls.

Hoseok’s hips move harder as your whimpers melt into moans.

“Dammit,” he swears, head dropping low between his shoulder blades.  “So tight and wet for me.  So perfect for me.”

You look up to take in the sight of his perfect face slack with pleasure, mouth parted and face flushed with exertion.  His dog tags hang from his neck, swaying as his hips begin to piston in earnest.  You pull on them to force his mouth close to yours.

“Only for you,” you whisper, “No one else.”

Hoseok’s steady rhythm stutters when you whisper those words into his mouth and press your lips to his.  His hips jerk wildly as his release races up his shaft.  He laces his fingers into yours, fucking you deep into the mattress in those final seconds as he loses all control to chasing his end.

He comes with your name on his lips.

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Hoseok breathes deeply into your hair as you stroke your fingers across the lean lines of his chest, fingers tracing the metal outline of his dog tags.  You lie together like that for a while, skin to skin.

Your thoughts are loud in the quiet.  

You’re used to the bitter sting of betrayal by now.  

Long before Lee Hyejin or Kang Donghyuk or Park Soo ever sold you out for a check, your own father betrayed you for the bottle.  You of all people know too well that most people aren’t to be trusted.

But then Hoseok’s fingers drag lightly across your back and they bring you back to the here and now -- back to the promise he made to you tonight.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore.”

And you decide to trust just one more time.

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Five

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: New characters, yay! Just an fyi but I would like to start posting one chapter every week... thots?? Also, I've been thinking of adding a taglist? sksk I know it would be small but I personally love to get tagged when new chapters come out for my faves. If that's something ya'll would like comment so I know!! Alright, back to your regularly scheduled program :)

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Literature was next. Now this? This you could handle. Always being a bit of an avid reader, you could devour a novel in one night --- and you often did. Finding the hidden meanings between the lines of text, like unwrapping a present, gave you a thrill. You were the person who could debate for hours about the meaning of a symbol in a book, as annoying as that is to everyone else.

Maybe it was the promise of escape, where you could be transplanted into another world, detached from your own, that appealed so much to you about reading. You could lose yourself, feeling the rush of the love affair or the thrill of a dangerous adventure. Coupled with your analytical nature, you felt more than at home in a literature classroom.

With this in mind, you make your way to your next class with more vigor than usual. When you arrive and take a seat, you pull out your materials and wait for class to begin.

Several minutes later, your professor walks to the podium in the front of the room to introduce herself. After several minutes of reviewing the syllabus, she explains the structure of the class. You were to be placed in small groups, to discuss the readings and write a paper at the end of the semester. This made you a little nervous --- having to rely on others to some capacity for your grade always gave you a bit of anxiety.

She began reading out the names of the students belonging to each group, so you listen carefully as to not miss your own name despite your anxious thoughts swirling inside your head.

“... Eum Hee-Young, Gal Ae-Cha, Ree Mun-Hee, you are group seven. Kim Seokjin, Y/l/n y/f/n, Kim Namjoon, you are group eight. Ok Youngsoo…” her voice fades off as you glance around the room, trying to meet the gazes of other searching eyes as your group was announced.

Your eyes meet those of a guy who looked maybe a year or two older than you, with round, wire frame glasses. His mahogany hair was pushed off of his forehead, parted to the side giving him a youthful but put-together look. He holds up eight fingers, looking at you expectedly, and you nod quickly. He picks up his belongings, preparing to move to you as you had empty space in the seats around you. As he slings his backpack over a shoulder, you scan your eyes around the room to try to catch the other member of your group.

To your surprise, your eyes meet those of the same boy you had ogled over yesterday in your calculus class, before it had started. You shyly hold up your own eight fingers, to which he gives a decisive nod to, and begins to make his way to you as well. You can’t help but notice the planes of his back as he bends down to grab his backpack, his wide shoulders tilting making them seem even larger. He is wearing a simple blue button down and jeans, but even through that you could tell his shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, making him have the perfect masculine inverted triangular build.

Slightly embarrassed at your thoughts, you glance at your other partner, now close to you. His oversized yellow knit sweater swallowed him a little, but with the glasses gave him a cute bookish look. His large frame juxtaposed his cute appearance --- he was on the taller side and seemed built as well. You made eye contact, and gestured to the seat next to you for him to sit. The other boy now approaching, you both watch as he takes the other open seat in front of you.

Your group now assembled, you tune back into your professor who was explaining the first text you were to read together. She told you that it was a short love story that relied heavily on symbolism and became a prominent symbol in and of itself in movies and television. Your first assignment was to analyze the symbolism of the text, and come to a more complex conclusion than what the surface of the text presents. You could feel yourself becoming slightly excited to jump into the assignment as she explained.

“You will be given the rest of class to get acquainted with your group members. They will be permanent, bar any issues that may arise. The first assignment is due at the end of next class. While on this first assignment I will be more lenient with grading, please do your best and set a good standard for your groups. Okay, go ahead everyone,” she finishes.

At her dismissal of your attention, you glance back at your group members. The boy with glasses speaks first. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you guys.”

“Seokjin, or just Jin,” the other boy gives.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you both.”

“So, what year and major are you? I’m a third year, and a journalism major,” Namjoon offers. As he speaks, he gives you both a grin that displays deep dimples on both cheeks. He was very cute, you decided. He had a nerdy charm to him, with a build on the beefy side that made you want to cuddle him.

“I’m a first year… and to tell the truth I haven’t decided on a major yet,” you admit, but give them both a smile.

“Ah, hoobae, you are lucky you are with us pros then! I’m a fourth year, and a business major,” Seokjin says with a wide smile.

“Sunbaenim, are you in calculus before this? I thought I recognized you from there,” you downplay a little. You knew he was in that class since you had spent time checking him out in it, but didn’t want to seem creepy.

“I have a recognizable face.” At this he gives a smug look, but is clearly using a joking tone. “Yeah, calculus with Yoo at nine?”

“Yep. That guy goes so fast,” you frown. “But anyways, how do you guys feel about this assignment?”

Namjoon enters the conversation again, “Honestly I’m kind of excited for it. It’s been a while since I’ve done any reading that isn’t research related, which kind of sucks.”

“That does suck. I love to read, that’s why I took this class, actually,” you empathize.

“Yeah? What do you like to read?” Namjoon leans towards you a bit, excited at the prospect of talking about reading it seems.

“Oh, um… I’d say my favorite genre is probably any type of fantasy, I like being able to be in a different world for a bit. Oh, I also like historical pieces, that stuff is always so interesting.” You were a little hesitant to share, afraid he’d judge your preferences.

“I love historical pieces. I think that’s one of the things that lead me into journalism actually, it’s basically writing history for those in the future to look back on. I just think that’s really cool.” His eyes seemed glitter as he talked about something he was obviously passionate about. You felt yourself developing a soft spot for the boy, finding his friendly disposition and slightly nerdy personality to be incredibly endearing. It didn’t hurt he was also very attractive.

“What about you sunbaenim? Do you like to read?” you ask Seokjin, whose head was oscillating between you and Namjoon.

Surprised the attention shifted to him, his eyes widened to give him an owlish look. You are really surrounded by some beautiful men, you think. What do they put in the water here? It would be normal to run across a cute guy here or there, but this is kind of ridiculous. Seokjin himself has a face that is so beautiful it looks like it should have been carved out of marble!

Focus! You have to scold yourself. The boy you were just admiring in your head is now answering your question and you are too distracted to even process what he’s saying.

“... not too crazy, occasionally I guess…” His body language told you that he was slightly embarrassed at not being as enthusiastic a reader as you and Namjoon.

“I’m sure you have hobbies that are cooler than reading then, if I was athletic or creative I wouldn’t read so much either! Namjoon-sunbaenim, I’m sure you agree,” you encourage with a smile, wanting Namjoon to follow suit in making Seokjin feel comfortable.

Thankfully, he catches on quick. “Oh, yeah, I am way too clumsy to do anything more high stakes than page turning,” He chuckles. You and Seokjin both smile at Namjoon’s subtle self-deprecation. They both were sweet, you think. Your earlier fears about working with others subside. “I guess I could say that I do have another hobby though, I actually help out at the school’s radio station for fun,” Namjoon adds shyly.

Jin tilts his head in surprise. “Oh really? I have a friend who…”

He gets abruptly cut off by the professor’s voice echoing through the room, which causes him to stop his thought.

“Hopefully everyone is acquainted now, and is ready to get to work next class. I expect good things from you all this semester. You are dismissed,” your professor says with finality.

The three of you quickly gather your things, ready to merge with the swarm of students streaming out of the door. You give them both a smile, and say, “It was nice meeting you both. See you next class!” to which they give their own farewell.

As you leave, you check your phone out of habit. It seems your intuition is right, as usual.

*Miss me yet?*

Does Taehyung really have nothing better to do?

*What exactly is there to miss?*

You hope that after your curt response he’d get the memo. This guy is such a fuckboy, you think. While you don’t know why he set his sights on you for now, you hope he gets bored soon. While you give that tough persona to him, the truth is you are more sensitive than that. The idea of being used for sex once and then discarded was unappealing, and Taehyung seemed like the type to do just that.

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Finally home after attending two more classes for the day, which were thankfully much less eventful, you slip off your shoes and let your bag slide off your shoulder to thunk on the floor. You were tired. And hungry, apparently, because your stomach makes some concerning noises as soon as you slip your light jacket off. You make your way to the kitchen at the sound, ready to make a nice dinner and decompress.

When you get there, you see one of your new roommates sitting at the stools for your kitchen counter. This roommate was one that you had connected with immediately, drawn to her blunt but fun-loving aura. Her short stature, shorter than average, gave no warning for her and ‘gives-no-fucks’ attitude. You could tell however, that inside she had a soft heart. Even in your short time together, you had seen glimpses of it here and there.

You learned when you had met that she had moved to Korea from America last year, making her a second year at your university. Her features stood out from the crowd, with brown skin and large curls that framed her face in a halo. She was really quite beautiful. Tia, but called Bean by her friends, which now included you, made you feel welcomed to campus and you were thankful for her.

Wanting to not scare her as you walked into the kitchen, you gave her a greeting. Her head pops up from where it was buried in her phone, which had been drawing her into her own world.

“Hey chickie. Long day?” she asks. Apparently your exhaustion was pretty obvious if she could tell right off the bat. You sigh, bending over to pull some vegetables out of the fridge.

“I just want to know who let me schedule four classes on Tuesdays. They should be in jail,” you complain.

She gives you an amused look, watching you now stand at the cutting board to prepare your food. “I think that person was you, sweet thing.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. If I could go back in time and slap my past self I would,” you grown with your head tipped back. She lets out a laugh at your expense.

“Don’t laugh at me unnie! I’m going to pass away from exhaustion over here!” you try to say seriously, but can’t help but let out a little giggle. “What were you doing with your head buried in your phone, huh? Are you talking to someone?” you tease, pointing your knife at her with your other hand on your hip.

“Why, do you wish it was you?” She wiggles her eyebrows, giving you a side smirk. You knew she was deflecting, so you lift your eyebrow and give her a flat expression, waiting for her real answer. “Ugh, it’s nothing. There was just this really cute girl in my class today, and I tried talking to her but she didn’t really seem like she liked me… and I may have just been looking at her social media,” Tia admitted.

Now at the stove, stirring your dinner, you look over your shoulder to say something that would hopefully ease her anxiety. “You know that you can come on strong sometimes, maybe she’s just a little shy, ya know? Maybe try again with a softer approach,” you offer. “What is there not to like?”

She gives you a wide grin to match your own at your last remark. You both giggle, any tension in the air from Tia’s concerns gone. Dinner now finished, you grab two bowls and serve you both. You both slip into easy banter, almost like you two have been friends for years. You hope that you will be, someday.

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2p!Finland - Thurston Väinämöinen

2p!Greece - Hermes Karpusi

2p!Rome - Caligula or Lucius

2p!Germania -

2p!Poland - Franciszek Łukasiewicz

2p!Belarus - Anastasia Braginsky

2p!Ukraine - Katya Braginsky

2p!Estonia - Egor Von Bock

2p!Latvia - Raimonds Galante

2p!Lithuania - Leonas Laurinaitis

2p!Sealand - Paul Kirkland

2p!Wy - Scarlett Irwin

2p!Seborga - Romeo Vargas

(No name = just use country name)

My interpretations of some of the characters may differ to others', due to how uncommon they are.

What is allowed:

- Mostly anything!

- Asks about/that include 1ps

- Ships

- Romantic and platonic asks

- Soft yandere/lovesick (No violence, Will be tagged!)

- Asks for written responses (textposts)

- Asks for headcanons

- Texting (https://ask-2p-hetaliaaa.tumblr.com/post/655644479936757761/texting-event)

- OCs

- Self-shipping

What isn't allowed:

- Inherently nsfw stuff

- Things like in*est or abuse

> In*est ships (ScotEng, AmeCan, SeaWy, NorIce, Itacest, Germancest, etc.)

- Hardcore yanderes

- Asks that mention race/ethnicity/nationality/skin color (unfortunately, I have received these before ⬇️)

- Asks that mention bodily functions

- Asks that are intentionally meant to annoy, offend, disturb, hurt, etc. the admin

Ships I do (For the 2ps, I have more for the 1ps):

Character X reader!

UsUk, FrUk, SpaMano, PruAus, GerIta, PruCan, DenNor, SuFin, SuMano, GiriPan, etc.

Shipping is not a large part of this blog. Though, I am a multi-shipper and am not tied to any specific ships. Shipping discourse is not allowed on this blog.

Please feel free to use my art in:

- Edits

- Dubs

- Amvs

- Compilations

- As pfps/banners/etc.

- Etc.

Just credit me and send the link to any videos afterwards! <3

2p Wattpad book: https://www.wattpad.com/story/277429772-2p-hetalia-masterbook-headcanons-x-reader-scenario

DNI:

I don't like DNIs, but sometimes fandom makes setting these boundaries necessary, so I'll make this short.

- You are an extreme proshipper OR anti

- You participate in fandom discourse/drama

> You engage with "call outs"

- You are an extremely political or nsfw account

- You're going to argue with me about my, or anyone else's, 2p Hetalia interpretations

This blog is a safe space for both myself and my followers to escape from everyday troubles. Please do not bring any political views or drama onto this blog.

Enjoy your stay!~

[mxnstrousmusings]

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @𝐦𝐱𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

I.  I will rp with any fandom. My muses have main verses but most of them are multi-verse and can be used in any fandom, just let me know and we can work it out.

II. I am happy to ship but please don’t force anything. I love shipping and most of my muses are open for any kind of shipping, several of my muses are lgbt+ so if you want to ship f/f, m/m, f/m, n/f, n/m or even poly ship i’m okay with it.

III. No god-modding. And no thought-modding either. Unless your character is a mind reader or we’ve discussed it before, the character won’t know what any of mine are thinking.

IV. All gifs are not made by me, unless specified. but i do make my own graphics,gif icons and icons as well as make manips and edits frequently.  Feel free to request anything from me and if i have the time i’ll most likely make it.

V. I don’t tolerate anon hate. I don't condone or support racism, sexism,homophobia, transphobia,

anti-semetic, pedophilia, ra/pe culture etc. I don't want it.

VI. If you respect me, I will respect you- enough said.

VII.  NSFW content can be present at this blog but i am very selective and only rp smut with people i’m comfortable with. Mun is of age and for smut it has to be in a verse where our muses are of age. I won’t rp smut with someone underage.

VIII. I love plotting, if you’ve got an idea for our muses please just let me know and we can work something out. ( I’m basically trash and will ship anything)

IX.  You DO NOT have to be mutuals with me to write me a starter/drop me a meme/come to my ask/etc. I’m not picky and I just love seeing things in my activity. Feel free to tag me in any starter or send me memes. Even if we haven't interacted before.

X.  I’m from Sweden so if my grammar isn’t correct excuse me.

XI.  I don’t do individual starters for each new follower. But if you would like one, let me know. I’m usually up for anything.

XII.  I do have a life outside Tumblr, if I don’t reply the same day, don’t worry. I usually reply and answer asks as soon as i'm able to. And I do understand that you also have a life so I don’t expect you to reply the very second I send my reply.

XIII. This is the most important one. My original characters are mine, i do not claim ownership for any canon characters but i do alter them a bit so they're not completely canon compliant, but my muses were created by me and i put a lot of effort into each and every one of them. Please if you ever see someone using my muses with the same backstory and/or full name tell me about it so i can deal with that on my own.

[imagine-your-kh]

Can I get some Master Aced x Reader n a f w headcanons? Please and thank you Mun Mun. I'm sorry to hear that you've been having issues and I hate to pester you. I hope you know that this community adores you and we thank you for your hard work. (Riku loves you too!)

Thank you…! But I won’t say that the community adores me, you’re probably not that much.

Mhhh, good opportunity to do a Global One to add to the list… !

⚠️🔞Warning under the cut : nsfw (lemon), 

 Aced!Uχ :

• Aced is tall, huge and strong…

• But also shy and sometime clueless

• ( your sex/gender doesn’t change anything for him )

• When things start to get heated, he doesn’t know what to do

• He’s scared to hurt you and doing something wrong

• So at the beginning, you need to lead the dance

• You can see him blushes, more and more, seconds after seconds

• Aced tries to look cool, composed and not melting in your hands

• No, you’re not turning him on that easily !

• But you are

• Slowly, shyly, he touches you too

• At first, he caresses your waist, then your back and arms, and, finally, cups your face in his big hands

• If you allow him to, he will then take the lead

• Aced is vocal and has a hard time to not just take you right here, right now, and pounding inside you

• Maybe sometime he will before catching himself, but you never will be able to unleash his full horny strength, he will always hold back in a tremble

• He loves you too much to hurt you, by accident, or on purpose

• Which could be funny if he was cold with you on the start

• The big man ends a lot of time with his head in the crook of your neck where he will growl and groan

• However, if you’re the type to take the lead, he will play the starfish on the bed

• And he won’t mind at all

• It actually turns him on more