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pityslash · 7 months

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katsuki didn't fall in love the same way as everyone else did. there wasn't a spark that took hold of his breath nor an arrow that struck so abruptly. it was slow and steady like a heartbeat, so soothing that he didn't even notice until it was too late.

everything was beautiful and blooming. you met katsuki when it was spring, when you were both too young and stupid for your own good, the cuts and bruises when you played too rough, the mutters of apology.

spring was the perfect time to plant good seeds in a relationship, a time to uproot any unwanted weeds. for years, you two never put a label on your relationship.. friends. but katsuki would find himself spending more time with you, hours of you getting on his nerves, him looking for you in a crowd, the annoying small talk.

it was fine until one day, his friends started to come to him, asking if you were around. “no. how the hell would i know where they are? i’m not babysitting.” it was bitter on his tongue.

“… you’re always together, man. please?” kirishima says, loud on the phone speaker. he said it so casually, the moment of silence before katsuki let out the breath he was holding, and he finally spills.

but in summer, true colors show. it took time, but you see each other's flaws as they are. when you feel each other in a deeper way, attraction grows at a very rapid pace and— physically, the fire of intimacy.

“how much did you drink?” he was drunk. you both were, and it could lead to nothing but headaches and heartaches.

the years of pining and not being able to admit it, when your friends would think you have been together all this time but no, it’s in the three magic words, when you make the feelings clear and spit it out.

it was a party.. a celebration party? there were games and stupid red cups and spiked drinks. the door knob pressed into your back, it hurt but nothing mattered as your hands tangled into his hair, shivering and you’re sure he was the only thing holding you up.

when you pulled apart momentarily to laugh, but quickly reconnected, as if you were each other’s source of air, unable to go without the other for more than a second.

the hands pulling you closer as if it was the last time, nose bumping and he confessed his love to you over a hundred times, how you’re the best person he’s ever met, you listened to every word.

“you love m- me?” the breath catches in your throat. no verbal response leaves katsuki’s mouth, he just nods. katsuki knows he can be emotional when he has a bit of alcohol in his system, he believes it’s more than that though.

a touch feels like it can burn through your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt, his lips were warm but his hands were surprisingly cold. he felt you jump, hand finding him in the dark, maybe you were ticklish..

“is this okay?” it wasn’t often you saw katsuki at a loss for words, even less often would you see him turn that shade of red. despite being under the influence, he never forgot to ask where to put his hands, making sure you were comfortable.

“do you want to?” his thumb brushes against your cheek, breath mingled and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him back in and swallowing him whole.

this kiss was soft, tender and gentle. just moments before, it was all desperation and fire, capable of breaking one’s heart.

i love you.

but those three simple words were repeated until that was all you could remember, you started to believe it.

your bodies radiated the same heat, a soft touch turns into a light squeeze and he held you down on the bed —bed, couch? did you leave the party? everything is foggy— growing hotter as his lips move against yours, you close your eyes and hold him close the entire night.

“would you still love me if i was a worm?” that was one way to break the silence, the crunch of orange and yellow leaves. “hell no.” and he responds almost immediately, muffled from the cup before he takes a big drink from his coffee.

“wrong answer! we’re breaking up.”

he chokes, and you slap his back. the tip of his tongue burns, and so did the reddening spot on your cheek he pinches. “hell no!”

you trip over your own two feet as he swings an arm around your neck and traps you in a headlock. katsuki almost drops the cup, ready to give you a piece of his mind but he relents. “take that shit back.”

his arm squeezes tighter, not enough to actually hurt you, but you were definitely trying to get free in case he did take this to the ground, trying to get your posture back.

“katsuki what the hell?!”

“i don’t need both arms, dipstick! take it back!”

fall was supposed to be the season of deep connection. when you were no longer blinded, there was no hiding behind the beauty of spring.

“katsuki, if i said no you probably would have showed up at my house with flowers and abducted me to go to that sushi place anyways.”

“but you said you loved me first, remember?” katsuki didn’t waste a second, stirring the miso dissolving in the saucepan. the sink was piled with dishes, spices lined the counter, the smell of steamed rice filling the kitchen.

you immediately drop the knife on the counter and spin around, eyes on him. it was enough for him to try and fail to stifle a laugh. “why are you laughing?! so what if i say i love you all the time, you said it first.”

the holidays were coming up, and somehow christmas and buying gifts was brought up while making dinner. katsuki wasn’t as excited as you were, claiming there was no way in hell he’d write a fucking christmas list.

“i’d buy you everything.” whether you asked for it or not. “if you don’t get on my nerves.”

maybe he didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe he just wasn’t ready. “ha ha, so funny..” but you smiled anyway.

“would i joke about something like that?” katsuki scoffs, staring right at you when you turn back around. he was annoyed; an open book of emotions when you knew what to look for.

he raises an eyebrow and you walk over, tofu in the palm of your hand and he lets you add it to the miso soup, eyes like a hawk. “well—“

katsuki catches your wrist when you reach to grab his face. “sadistic sense of humor?” the monster inside him fell silent, biting his tongue, and his heart raced as your lips brushed against his cheek.

a heartbeat loud in your ears with a song you never grew tired of. but suddenly it wasn’t just about silly christmas gifts, when you pull away first and let out a deep breath.

“i love you.” those words are too familiar but foreign, katsuki might’ve blushed but he makes an ugly face. that phrase earned a new meaning when you came into the picture, once only spoken by his mother and father.

why did it matter who said it first: katsuki was in love with you, more than he loved anyone in his life. a ring on the small chain around his neck is a symbol of your love, and he would never take it off.

forgive me? it’s a beautiful feeling, something so deep and natural like affinity. sharing breaths and two human beings become one. he was your soulmate, how lucky you are to have him by your side.

“it’s fine, i love you too.” it was hushed, but he said it back a million times over. you couldn’t imagine loving someone else the way you loved bakugo katsuki.

he was a man of action; katsuki never gave romantic speeches.

sharing a bed as you’ve done since you were kids. he wakes up first and sighs when he gives you a kiss before jumping into the shower. how he would spread just enough of your favorite jam onto toast in the morning, and get started with a cup of coffee.

seeing new couples on your walk through the park, kissing on benches. and cringing together before holding hands, “we were like that once, baby.”

when katsuki gets weekly texts from his mother asking how you’ve been, and he tells her to fuck off. though, after a few minutes, he will tell her you’re just fine with him.

when you catch up with mutual old friends over dinner, have a few drinks and you laugh when they poke fun at katsuki. “so happy you two got together! this guy has been crazy about you since high school.” and kaminari squealed when katsuki kicked him underneath the booth table.

when he hears you sneaking up behind him finishing up a big meal, the amused huff and he speaks loudly “dinner is almost ready,” before arms wrap around his waist, hands slipping under. your face hides in his shirt, knowing you should go to set the table.. but in a minute.

“your favorite.” katsuki says again, and you show your thanks with a kiss on the cheek.

though in winter, with bright lights all around and colors that match his eyes, there was no joy. weeks of no contact after a stupid fight, the ignored texts and your friends trying to mend what happened.

the cuts on your hands from pulling on the invisible thread that was slowly coming undone, singed and twisted, holding it together until it hurt too much to risk more.

surprisingly, you two have been chatting with friends and having cups of hot chocolate and enjoying the food. but the cold season came with much difficulty, the denial of oneself to lean into the comfort and stability of familiarities.

the way he’d look at you made it obvious he wanted to talk. your friends aren't paying attention when you slip away together, watching the stars as the sun has long since set. there was mistletoe hanging on the door frame.

“so..” katsuki breaks the peaceful silence, “this is it.” this is how we came to be. you glanced back at him, but he did not look at you.

the sweet, hot spiciness of cinnamon is the smell of christmas, whether it’s in the wine or cookies or eggnog; it was inviting.. you can all but taste it.

“bakugo, we haven’t talked recently and i.. know you’re too stubborn for your own good. you’re still one of my best friends, we’ve shared a lot together. we’re out here because you wanted to talk, so...” it took everything in you to muster up the confidence, but it falters when katsuki laughs.

suddenly you feel embarrassed and small in front of him —the man you gave everything to, but before you could break, he turns and for the first time since you were teenagers, katsuki cries.

“my mom has been up my ass for not doing this sooner, i just— needed to think about the right shit to say but i can’t let you leave here tonight not nothing that i’m sorry.”

the blond tries to wipe his tears, words jumbled up and you have to stop yourself from reaching out. he was vulnerable. if you moved too fast, he could run off and fight the first person he saw or just.. crumble to pieces right here.

“fuck, i’m sorry,” he rasped out. “i know i’m an asshole, i’ve been told my whole life. i should let you go and find someone better but i’m scared out of my mind you’re just going to disappear if i let you walk out and i can’t do this without you, y/n. i want this.”

it slips out so spontaneously you’d almost think he was joking, but you’ve never seen him looking so heartfelt or speaking so genuinely.

“this?” you pretended the red on katsuki’s face was just from the cold, but the emotion flickering in those eyes made you hesitate. “us?”

you feel tears well up again, he sounds so hopeful, and you truly want this too. not once have you ever questioned your worth to katsuki, he cared about you and years of built friendship was proof. still…

“us..” you stood side by side, knowing you will never recover from this, but if you walk away now it will be the occasional twinge in your heart. it was dark out and the sky was clear, stars reflected off the fresh snow, sparkling.

“i’m right here.” you’re willing to share this passion for the short time you have together.

“for how long?” he was questioning himself, and you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest as he took a step closer, hands shaking. “i’m still yours.”

you would stand here forever with katsuki, shivering from the confessions or late december, you didn’t know. because you get the most dazzling firework for a fleeting second, the firework being in love with him.

katsuki gets nervous but you lean in and close the slight distance, gentle as your lips touch, your nose sits next to his. and his hand lifts to hold your face, so warm it felt as if you could fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you, the contact soaking into your bones.

taste the remnants of chocolate, you felt dizzy and your stomach was doing flips. what he was thinking? did he feel the spark again? it was a feeling better than you ever imagined. when he pulls away after a moment, you wait a second before going in for another.

“i forgot how good you are at kissing,” you say. “i think you stole a year off my life.”

he shakes his head with a smile, eyes still glassy, and you watch as he takes off his jacket, “it’s getting cold, here.” katsuki replies, his voice soft and in a tone only meant for you.

katsuki lays the jacket over your shoulders, taking the lapels and holding it close around his childhood friend.. his first love. you held hands for a while, enjoying the sounds of the party and friends just inside, forgotten.

but as if fate was laughing, you’re snapped back into reality, where you and him aren’t meant to be, when you hear the sliding door open. “hey guys, have you seen the—“

ochako, who is carrying a plate with santa decorated sugar cookies, stops mid sentence. you jumped away despite it being too late, snatching your hands from his. “—christmas cookies…s- sorry!”

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fckeddiemunson · 1 year

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Who Do You Belong To? | Older!Eddie Munson

Synopsis: Eddie and you have been neighbours for a while and have been casually fucking. When you bring somebody else home who can actually satisfy you too. Eddie gets jealous and has to remind you who you belong to

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI. choking, p in v, pussy slapping, slight dom!eddie, slight mean!eddie, oral f!receiving, just lots of general fucking, breeding kink, some fluff at the end cause i couldnt help myself

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You and Eddie had been neighbours in the trailer park for about 3 years. You had moved in after a messy breakup and quickly became attached to Eddie as a friend and somewhat mentor as he taught you how to fix certain things in your car. Eddie was older than you and still breathtaking. He had matured into his look, gathered more tattoos over time and gained some muscle from being a mechanic. He had helped you back on your feet after the breakup, helping you get another job at the bar he often played at with his local band, always keeping young at heart.

Eddie was a useless cook though and most nights he’d come to yours, bringing a few beers to share and attempt to help you cook a meal for the two of you. It was your way of saying thank you for saying thank you for the car help.

Its also how you two started fucking.

One night after dinner was well over, you both sat outside, both sitting across from each other on the deck chair you had bought to tan yourself on. You were both drinking and talking, he always made you laugh. He was goofy and a little wild. He would tell you stories from when he was 20 and what he and his friends used to get up to. It was a little unbelievable you thought quietly but Eddie said it with such conviction you had to believe him. You didn’t know how it happened, one minute you were talking about music and concerts and the next Eddie’s lips were on yours, your hands tangling in his hair.

Eddie managed to get you into his bed that night. He teased you on the couch for almost an hour, his fingers coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you. When he fucked you in was deep and slow, savouring the moment for the both of you. He reached areas of you, you didn’t know was possible and unlocked pleasure previously foreign to you. It was clear he had a lot of experience in the area and it made your stomach flip in anticipation each time you saw him. After that first night you kept finding your ways into each other's beds at ungodly hours of the morning. Each time he took you it felt like the first time, he would touch you and feel you like he had never before. Electrifying your skin with his touch. You had briefly discussed that this was a strictly casual thing. Or at least you both were trying to convince yourself it was that. Eddie was the only thing on your mind as you fell asleep at night, when Eddie was out late with friends or playing a gig you resorted to getting yourself off while thinking of him between your legs. Eddie was the same, the occasions he had caught a glimpse of you going out with your girlfriends to a bar, he was always jealous he wasn’t parading you around in that tight little dress, nobody allowed to touch you except him, it sent him feral.

You had both come to the decision that it was good for you both to see other people. That this was fun but it was just a bit of a fling while you were both bored. Anyway Eddie was in his very late thirties and you in your mid twenties, it didn’t make sense to try and attach any relationship to the filthy, dirty sex you kept having.

Eddie was the first to bring home a girl after a gig he played. He was shocked to say the least, usually there was a crowd of drunk middle aged metalheads reliving their teenage years. You were seething to say the least, arms crossed sitting up in bed as you could hear him through the thin walls and close distance. You could hear him making her come over and over again. His cock stretching her out and pounding her senseless.

That morning you had watched her slip out, doing the walk of shame through the park. She stayed the night? You always left me afterwards! You thought furiously, you stepped outside your trailer with a coffee watching her walk away staggering a little.

“Morning sweetheart” Eddie appeared at his door, shirtless, you looked him up and down, eyes drinking in his messy morning hair and his muscled arms. Eddie took a step towards you and took a big gulp from your coffee cup.

“That wasn’t very nice” You stated, looking longingly into the empty coffee cup. “You seemed to have had a good night, she even stayed the night” you couldn’t help the passive aggressive tone drip from your voice.

“I did have a good night, you’re right. She made such pretty faces when she came-”

“Ugh, fucking men” You had heard enough, you stamped back inside and slammed the door.

Eddie followed you to your door, “Maybe you should go out tonight? Let loose” Eddie called after you. That made you more annoyed, he was clearly riling you up about the woman he fucked, and it was working.

So you did, for the next few weekends you went out with your friends and found a cute enough guy to bring home. It was a useless exercise, they were all around your age and useless around a woman's body. After the second time you kicked the guy out and had showered and gone crawling over to Eddie’s trailer, desperate for him to make you come.

“Aww darlin’, couldn’t he make you come? Bet he didn’t even get you close, poor boy” Eddie cooed to you, his fingers buried inside your cunt as he pumped and curled his fingers making you see stars after only a few minutes.

“Fuck you Eddie” You had moaned out as he said that, thrusting himself into you as you fell apart beneath him, a string of moans and curses whining from your mouth. After that time, you hadn’t brought anyone else home, knowing they could never compare to Eddie.

You had calmed down from that night as Eddie didn’t seem to bring anybody else home either. Your routine of dinner and a few drinks had continued as normal, but no more sex. It was as if in your heads you had both called it quits without even trying. Eddie was talking about his gig the next night, and you were helping him sew on some more patches onto his denim vest.

“I have kept this vest for over 20 years.” He said proudly, admiring your neat handiwork on the patches.

“Jeez old man, that’s basically my entire life - time to retire your lucky vest.” You punched his tattooed arm as he fake laughed at you. Something about him being older really got your off.

“Well you’re the one who’s fucked this old man darlin’ so I think I’m the lucky one” Eddie chuckled and you fell awkwardly silent, not knowing where you stood since you had stopped sleeping together. Eddie filled the awkward silence though

“You should come tomorrow night at the Hideout, I think it would be fun, bring some of your friends and we’ll have a few drinks” Eddie smiled at you. You had never been to a gig of his before.

“Okay I will, I’ll dredge up my leather pants just for the occasion” You joked with him.

“Hey! Me too.” Eddie literally pulled out some leather pants from a pile of clothes and you had to mentally slap yourself for thinking about his ass in those.

You thought that maybe just being friends and neighbours with Eddie won’t be that bad and that you could both just keep pushing your feelings down.

You and your friend Elaine had ended up going, more people gathered in the bar than you imagined. You had already done a shot with Eddie when you got there, a bit buzzed already. “Wish me luck sweetheart” Eddie had said, booping your nose and going to get the stage ready. Elaine had started talking to a nice guy who was buying you drinks and you turned to go find Eddie before they played, as you did you were met with a hard frame. Looking up to see another metal head, beer in hand that was now all over him. He was young about your age and wickedly cute.

“I’m so sorry, let me” you grabbed some napkins from the bar and frantically wiped up his shirt.

“Oh sorry, that was probably a bit weird doing that.” He laughed at you before outstretching his hand. “I’m Andy, do you want to buy me a drink and come sit with me to make it up?” He cocked his head to the side and you introduced yourself and ordered him a beer and followed him to an empty bar table. You and Andy got on very well and talked for ages, you had a nice view of the stage from where you were so you stayed with him chatting as Corroded Coffin got ready.

Eddie was watching you like a hawk from across the room. He wasn’t overly worried, you’d be crawling to him by the end of the night, begging for him to fuck you and fill you with his come. You had actually worn tight leather pants and they were sending him over the edge, not that he’d admit that to anyone, he was still convinced what you had was no strings attached. Still he felt a slight twinge in his heart as he watched you laugh at the younger man's jokes and touched his arm affectionately. Eddie had played the show anger rising with every song as he watched you with this guy. The larger than usual crowd was loving his aggression but he was going crazy watching you. By the last song, Eddie watched him slide his arm around your waist and lean in to kiss you. Eddie felt protective and possessive over you in that moment, but he was too stubborn to admit it to himself. You could feel Eddie's eyes burning into you from across the room as they walked off, it made you want to kiss Andy more. “Want to go to mine?” You asked Andy who nodded vigorously.

You made sure you clocked eyes with Eddie as you led Andy towards the door and into his car. It was very clear you were trying to make him jealous and it was working.

Eddie was at the bar and watched you getting into his car. Eddie gave it about ten minutes before curiosity took over him, he finished up the drink he had and called it an early night, practically racing back to his car and home. Call him a creep or not but he needed to know what you sounded like beneath him, if you made any of the pretty little noises you made when he was inside you or if he could even make you come. Eddie huffed at his own thoughts, feeling like a perv but nothing could stop him.

Andy had you bent over your bed when Eddie did pull in. He could hear your moans from outside and he stood near your bedroom window listening to Andy pound into you. Eddie felt sickened, only he should be making you moan like that. Only he should be allowed to touch you, to be allowed inside your body. Andy had twisted his hand round playing with your clit softly, it was enough that it sent you over the edge, coming as he thrusted himself into you chasing his own high. Nobody else besides Eddie had made you come before and you were enjoying his touch - but something just wasn’t as good, Andy made you come but the intensity wasn’t there, did not elicit the same emotion as Eddie. Eddie heard the change in your moan and knew that the younger man had made you come. He retreated to his trailer, annoyed and with an uncomfortable boner. He heard Andy leave and knew that night you weren’t crawling over to him sticky and needy for him. It didn’t sit right with him, you needed to be his and only his.

You kicked Andy out almost immediately after he left his number on your kitchen table. He tried to hug you goodbye but you recoiled at the touch, realising who you really wanted. Once you showered and changed you ate some leftovers in your kitchen. You lent against the window, spying Eddie in his trailer, beer in hand and the most angered look on his face. He rearranged himself, wincing, clearly hard and uncomfortable.

Eddie didn’t speak or see you for the next few days. It was probably for the best that he didn't. He was furious and finally came to the conclusion that he couldn’t stay away from you and that something casual wasn’t going to cut it. You were left feeling a little heartbroken, it was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t come over for dinner or his daily check under the hood of your car. You missed him, missed talking to him but also missed his hands all over your body. You had decided to end the not talking and bake him some dinner for him, falling right into what he wanted. You knocked on his door, holding a tray of food, drawing a deep breath as he opened the door. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat when you knocked, he knew you too well to know that you would do this but he was still excited to see you.

“Hi darlin’” He smirked down at you as he opened the door.

“Hi, uh, I haven’t seen you for a while so I was worried you hadn’t been eating very well” You gestured to the food and he moved to the side slightly, your body brushing his as you went inside.

“Always looking after me sweetheart” Eddie's voice was charming and it made you blush as you started plating up the food.

“Not sure I’m hungry for that right now” Eddie was suddenly inches behind you, hands on your hips, lips kissing the back of your neck. You pushed him back, needing answers.

“Okay Eddie what the hell. We stopped all of this and then you ignored me for days - whats the go?” You crossed your arms, Eddie’s face changed, and he lent towards you, trapping your bodies together as his hands grabbed the bench behind you.

“Oh sweetheart, I heard you the other night, screaming your brains out for somebody else, I think you’re doing fine” Eddie’s voice was icy and you scoffed at him.

“What the fuck? We both agreed to screw other people. You’re just jealous that another man can make me come? Is that it Eddie? Scared that somebody is better than you?” You were taunting him and also taken aback he was behaving this way. His hand went up to hold your throat, squeezing as he forced you to look into his eyes. He laughed darkly, his hand slipping into your loose pyjama shorts, happy to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh I know that I’m still better than him. Yeah maybe I am jealous because this pussy belongs to me now. Nobody else is allowed to make you come, only me” Eddie flicked circles around your clit, you held back a broken moan.

“You can’t fuck anybody else then, you- fuck- you have to be mine too.” You grinded yourself against his hand.

“All yours baby, I don’t want anyone else.” Eddie slid two fingers into you and curled them towards him, his thumb rested on your clit as he moved his fingers agonisingly slow.

“Who do you belong to?” Eddie growled in your ear

“You, only you” you were breathless, needing him to move his fingers faster.

“Good girl, come on, I want to hear your pretty moans.” Eddie thrusted his hand deeper and curled his fingers in and out, his thumb swirling faster on your clit. You moaned as he licked a stripe up your neck and kissed the spot right below your ear. You heard your wetness as he fucked you, fingers not relenting on you. Eddie flattened his hand more, his fingers sliding deeper and palm rubbing against your clit. You felt that familiar flutter in your stomach, your head rolling back and a low moan escaping you.

“Uh uh sweetheart, you don’t get to come yet. You haven’t earned it.” Eddie tutted and withdrew his hand. You whined against him, hips rutting against nothing.

“Do you think you’ve earned it after that little show I heard the other night?” Eddie’s hand came down in a stinging slap on your cunt, pulsating right through you.

“Turn around.” Eddie spun you, pushing your face against the counter and roughly yanking your shorts down.

“I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to sweetheart.” Eddie’s jeans were rough against your bare pussy. He quickly pulled out his cock, teasing it through your wet folds, you shuddered at the feeling.

Eddie pushed inside you slowly, the stretch burning you as you mumbled mindlessly at Eddie. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you up against his back, his face nuzzled into your neck as he thrusted hard and deep into you. His hand travelled to your neck, gripping tight and pulling your head back as far as it could to look at him.

“You look so fucked out sweeheart, wish you could see how desperate you look right now. And all for me. Hmm, you’re just my personal little slut.” Eddie was always a bit rougher during sex but nothing like this, the way he spoke was only making you more soaked as he tunnelled into you. He angled his hips lower and drove his cock into your g-spot, your legs buckled beneath him, moaning loudly suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure you felt the simmer in your stomach rising.

“Eddie, can I please come?” You whined, panting against the counter.

“No, not yet” Eddie stopped and pulled out of you, hooking his arm around you and pulling you onto his lap on the couch.

“You’re going to show me just how much you’ve earned it.” Eddie smacked your ass, prompting you to raise your hips from his and slam yourself down onto his dick. Eddie groaned as your pace quickened, your wetness gathering at the base of his dick. You grabbed Eddie’s hands and guided them to your boobs, he squeezed and you moaned his name, he growled beneath you feeling you clench around him. You bounced on him, breathless and needy to come but never quite reaching the high until you could tell Eddie was getting close, his breath becoming ragged and chest flushing as you rode him.

He flipped you onto your back on his couch, holding your legs to your chest as he slid back into you, he felt bigger like this, everything was more intense. His thumb went to your clit rubbing as you watched his dick slide in and out of you, unable to look away.

“Come on baby, I want you to come for me” Eddie cooed down at you, smirking at your fucked out state. Eddie snapped his hips angle so each thrust hit your g-spot deliciously. Your breath became ragged and a strangled moan escaped your lips at his hardest thrust, you felt yourself gush onto his dick, the wet sounds filling the room.

“EddieEddieEddie” you moaned over and over as Eddies thrusts became sloppy and he pulled you closer, a harsh groan falling from his lips.

“Want me to fill you full of my come darlin’?” You looked up at Eddie with doe eyes and nodded, biting your lip. It sent Eddie over the edge as he came, squeezing your neck tight before collapsing on top of you.

You both cleaned up and sat at his table having a drink and eating the dinner you brought over. Eddie couldn’t stop smiling at you.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I ignored you the way I did. It just hit me how much I like you and I was struggling to accept it. It’s one thing to sleep with someone so much younger but I want something more with you, if-if thats what you want.” Eddie looked anxious as the confession fell from his lips. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and grabbed his hand to hold it.

“I want something more too.” you whispered before kissing him slowly, tongue invading his mouth as you pulled him closer.

“I’m yours and you are mine” Eddie whispered before kissing you deeply.

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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As the anon who requested the angst👀 YOU HAVE FED MY CRAVING GOD BLESSS😩 now i need the pt2👀

Say Goodbye Part Two (Chris Sturniolo)

contains: cussing, angst, breakup emotions, arguing, fluff at the end

a/n: idk if this will be a good series or not or if I should wrap it up with the next one. let me know. love ya

read part one here

One Year Later:

“I can’t believe you’re actually going!” My best friend, Leah, exclaims excitedly. I sigh with exasperation as she beams at me with enough pride for a Nobel Peace Prize win.

“Jesus. Have I really become that much of a hermit? It’s just a bonfire.” I say, turning and rummaging through my closet. I was hoping to find something that doesn’t scream ‘I’m a loser homebody with no friends’, but so far, I'm coming up a bit short.

Leah laughs dryly, hopping off my bed to lean on the wall next to me. “Girl. Half our friend group thinks you moved to Europe or something, and the other half thinks you hate them because you never answer their calls.”

I wince at that, feeling a little bad about how antisocial I’ve been. Heartbreak does that to you, I guess, especially when your heartbreak becomes famous and won’t stop haunting your for you page. Phones just seemed like a lot of work after that.

I finally find a semi-decent fit and throw it on, turning to Leah for approval. She smiles and does her little excited dance before reaching for my hand.

“Have I ever told you, you’re the hottest bitch I know?”

I sigh dramatically, putting my hand to my cheek as if in thought.

“Once or twice, I believe. But tell me again-”

*************

I take a deep breath and stare out the window as Leah turns her car off. It’s dark, the only light from a few flashlights, people’s phones, and the blaze of the firepit. There are way more people than I expected and I give Leah an unimpressed look as we meet at the front of the car.

“Did I say kickback? I meant-”

“Shut the hell up,” I say with a laugh, linking my arm with hers as we walk down the path. I spot a few of our friends that I haven’t seen in a while and head towards them. Nate lifts his head and locks eyes with me, giving me a smile that slowly turns into a panicked look. He jogs over to me, arms open and a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi! What the hell? How have you been?” He says, looking around and making my stomach start to knot.

“Nate.”

“Hm?” He says, biting his nail.

“Please tell me, he’s not-”

“Natedog! Do we have any more marshmallows?”

His voice cuts through me like a knife instantly and I can almost feel time slow down. Over Nate’s shoulder, I find him and watch him casually stroll over to us. His hair is so much shorter than it was the last time we spoke, only a few inches peeking out from under his hat. The subtle lining of stubble around his jaw makes my knees weak as I wonder how much else has changed.

He finally clocks me when he’s only a few feet away, halting for a second and blinking slowly. I hold his eye contact, squaring my shoulder, determined to be mature about this. When he finally makes his way over to the three of us, Chris whistles low and slings an arm over Nate’s shoulder. “Damn. Looks like you found a ghost, huh, kid?”

Okay so maybe we’re not going to be mature.

“What are you doing here, Chris?” I say, crossing my arms. He raises an eyebrow and looks around theatrically. “At my best friend's party?”

I shoot a look over at Leah, who very pointedly does not meet my eye. I’ll deal with her later.

“In Boston. Aren't you more of a 90210 type these days?” I say, giving my best valley girl impression.

Chris clenches his jaw, clearly annoyed. “We come home all the time. We’d be here more if it wasn’t for our pod.”

I laugh sarcastically. “Sure. That’s something new to blame. Before Cut the Camera, there were always meetings or merch. I’m just surprised you could tear yourself away.”

“We make it back for what’s important.” He snaps.

I narrow my eyes at him now, stepping closer. “That’s interesting because you could never seem to make it home for me,” I say, throwing all the bitterness I’ve held onto into my words.

Chris snorts, leaning down so we are at eye level. “Guess I’ve always had my priorities straight then, huh?”

Ouch. I press down the hurt that shoots up my body, refusing to let it show on my face, and nod.

“At least you can finally admit it out loud,” I say, spinning on my heel and making my way back to the car.

I hear my name being called behind me but I don’t bother turning around until I feel a hand grab mine. I snatch away and look back, prepared to cuss Chris out, but it’s only Leah.

“I’m so sorry.” She says, reaching into her pocket for her car keys. “I swear Nate didn’t say he’d be here.”

I sigh and swing open the passenger door. “It’s fine. Can we please just go?" She nods and we both get in the car, preparing to drive off. But as soon as she starts to back out, we see Chris running towards the car. Leah hits the break and looks over at me, waiting to see what I want her to do. I sigh and tell her to wait, hoping he’s not coming to pick another fight.

Chris rounds the car, clearly out of breath, and swings open my door. He kneels, studying my profile, as I keep my eyes trained stubbornly out the windshield.

“What, Chris?”

He sighs, bracing his hands against the roof of the car.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be an asshole to you. We said we’d never do this.” I close my eyes at his words and the feeling of him so close.

“Will you look at me, please?” He asks softly. And I do, meeting his eyes and trying my hardest not to melt on the spot. He lifts his hand as if to cup my face but thinks better of it, lowering it awkwardly. I look down at his hand with longing before clearing my throat and giving him a strained smile.

“It’s fine, Chris. We have mutual friends. We’ll keep it casual.” I say with false brightness. He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head.

“No. There’s never going to be anything casual about us.” He replies and my heart aches at the sincerity in his voice. I swallow hard and shrug, turning back toward the front.

Chris laces our fingers together and my breath hitches at the first contact we’ve had in a year. I watch as he brings my hand to his lips and holds it there for a second, the moment stretching on. Leah clears her throat and we both jump, remembering we’re not alone. Not to mention, we’re supposed to be no contact.

Chris places my hand back on my lap, running his thumb over it, before pulling away and standing up.

“I’m going to call you tonight,” He begins, stepping back and placing a hand on the door. “and you’re going to answer.”

I scoff, unable to fully hide my smile at his cockiness.

“What makes you think that?”

He grins and tilts his head, “Because you said you didn’t ever want to hear from me again, but somehow you still know the name of our podcast.”

Well fuck. His smile grows as he shuts the door, waving at Leah and then jogging back down to the beach.

The silence in the car stretches for a minute before Leah puts the car back in reverse.

“So-”

“Don’t say a word, Leah.”

a/n: part three available now

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queer-obsession · 11 months

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on my bullshit again and thought abt if MHA characters (pro heroes) would hard launch or soft launch your relationship so here you go:

Izuku Midoiya: soft launch - he's definitely the type to take a relationship slow in general anyway and with his status as a pro he wouldn't want to just throw you to the wolves. His manager helps him out and after you've been together for honestly almost a year he'll carefully start stepping back from being single. If asked if he's in a relationship in an interview instead of "no" he'll say "no comment", he'll purposefully get caught buying something for you a couple times, he'll tweet a quote abt love, and eventually post a picture of him holding hands with you or hugging you where your face isn't visible, then his next interview when he gets asked if he has a partner he'll say yes and that's it, a few days later he posts a photo kissing you with your face visible and captions it with a simple heart

Katsuki Bakugou: No launch - He is a firm believer of it's nobodies fucking business so he just doesn't talk abt it. Eventually you guys would get caught by fans or paparazzi and he'd probably be like "yeah that's my partner got a fucking problem with it?" and that's it. Honestly people are to afraid to bring you up in interviews

Shoto Todoroki: Soft launch - he doesn't know the fucking difference but his manager would eventually want him to soft launch your relationship when people start to catch on so he does. He does the classics, gets caught buying flowers, posts abt love, takes a photo of a candlelit table for two, and eventually posts you two together. What the world doesn't know is that your actually the one that crafted all the soft launch posts

Kaminari Denki: Hard launch (by accident) - he can't help himself 😭 you guys probably planned on keep your relationship on the low for a bit longer but he accidentally mentions you in an interview or he posts a photo of you talking abt how cute you are and doesn't realize he did it on his main

Kirishima Eijiro: Hard launch - He can't shut up abt you. The second you guys are official EVERYONE knows. One day he just gets asked abt his relationship status and he just praises you for a minute straight and you only became his girlfriend a month ago

Mina Ashido: Soft launch - I think she would love crafting and organizing a soft launch. Taking fun teasing pictures and watching people in the comments freak out. She just finds it cute to soft launch and practical. She eventually posts a photo of you two together probably on a holiday with the cheesiest and sweetest caption. She defiantly planned everything with the idea of announcing your relationship on said holiday to

Keigo Takami (Hawks): Soft launch - He's a very high ranking hero and let's not forget that the hero commission helicopters him like a bunch of stalkers. your relationship would be a secret for a while, over a year 1/2, because of the commission. When they realize your not going anywhere and that the public is catching on they organize for his handler and PR team to soft launch the relationship. I feel like his PR team definitely built up a bachelor reputation for him so they have to soft launch to get people shipping you guys and not being as mad he's no longer single. Shit goes on for months, him getting caught buying gifts, getting caught at a fancy restaurant, his PR manger tweeting cryptic shit, organizing a fake paparazzi shoot where they "catch" him holding hands with an unknown person. Eventually he mentions being in a relationship in an interview, but he doesn't post you for another few weeks at his managers request so that people can "digest"

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic): Hard launch - he doesn't really mention his personal life to much but his students know abt you and he mentions you on his radio show. He just casually mentions you one day and then doesn't talk abt you again for two months when he casually mentions you again

Aizawa Shouta: No launch (lowkey secret) - Another firm believer of it's no one's fucking business. There is no launch because your relationship would most likely be a secret. Never mentions you at work, is an underground hero, and a definite homebody. There was never any hope of any type of launch. Present mic is the only one that knows except maybe Midnight. Nezu knows to but he's a stalker

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko): Hard launch - When i say hard launch i mean it. This women legit just makes out with you in public one day and that's it. The internet almost breaks because it comes out of no where for the general public. Never talks abt you because she likes the focus to be on her hero work but doesn't shy away from PDA and doesn't care if people know.

i hope someone finds this interesting 😭 reblogs appreciated ❤️ have fun down the MHA rabbit hole

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jazminrhode1 · 8 months

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Hey babeee, can u do one where chris asks his crushhhh to prom? Love your writing please never stop bc I fucking love iiiit ;P

Better Late Than Never Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Chris confesses his feelings for you at prom.

Word Count: 1618 words

Chris always had a lot of bravado. He could have fooled you into thinking he didn’t give two fucks and that was a part of his charm - it also drove you fucking crazy. He wore chaos like an armour to hide his vulnerability but, every now and then you got to see the softer side of him.

You had met Chris is freshman year when you were paired together for a science project. You both failed because he did nothing, but he made you laugh the whole semester.

From time to time, you would catch him looking your way and diverting his eyes when he saw that you noticed. He always sat next to you because he wanted to “copy your answers” but, as the years went on, you weren’t convinced.

When he was in a bad mood he would slump down in his seat and rest his head on your shoulder. When he was in a good mood, he would do whatever he could to make you laugh.

Your friends always thought that you and Chris would get together. They always talked about you both being high school sweethearts but, Chris never seemed to make a move. He seemed to always leave you hanging but, you never took it personally. You didn’t think it was intentional.

One afternoon in a freshman year math class, rumors were spreading around the school that you were dating some kid from the hockey team. The first thing that Chris said to you was “I fucking hate that kid.” You shrugged it off. You didn’t even know the guy but, it made you feel good that it made Chris jealous.

As you sat in the back of your English class or front row in Spanish, the teachers would ask repeatedly for you both to stop talking but, it never worked. Going into you senior year you felt like he knew everything about and you knew everything about him too.

Senior year felt different from the very first day. The cliques were changing, your group of friends got smaller and Chris started sitting with Nate.

You tried not to think too much of it, it’s not like the seat beside you was assigned to Chris but, you missed the jokes he made under his breath and the snacks that he snuck into class. Most of all, you missed him.

After 2 years you could finally admit to yourself that maybe you did like him… Really like him and maybe now he didn’t like you back.

The first semester came and went and you spent more time with Nick than you did with Chris. The gazes were few and far between and the jokes became crueler. Nick tried to convince you that it was because he had a crush on you but, you had a hard time believing that.

As your Senior Prom got closer and closer, you were beginning to think that no one would ask. A couple of your friends were going alone and you were happy to tag along. Who remembers their senior prom anyway? You, that’s who.

Matt has asked your friend Amelia and Nick was going with his latest fling - some boy called Jake from your home room. From what you’d heard, Chris hadn’t asked anyone nor was he planning to. He had announced one lunchtime that promposals were “stupid” and that prom itself was “fucking lame”. You didn’t know if he was trying to be the big man or if he actually believed what he was saying but, it made your heart sink a little.

After almost a year of not speaking more than 5 words to Chris at a time, he flagged you down in the hallway. Was he going to ask you to prom? Your heart started racing.

“Do you have those math notes?” he said casually.

Your heart dropped as you shook your heard. “Fuck” he responsed.

“Not you…” he clarified. “Oh yeah, I got that” you replied.

He stood there awkwardly for a second too long before he turned on his heels to walk away.

“Hey, are you not going to prom?” you blurted out, feeling stupid.

He turned back around slowed and leaned up against the locker. “I mean, I’ll probably go…” he started, “don’t wanna miss out on my James Bond moment.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He had a way about him that made you feel at ease. He was killing you. All you wanted was for him to pull out a poster in front of everyone in the hall and ask you to do your first and last senior prom.

“Well...” you started. “Did you wanna go?” he asked seemingly out of nowhere, “with me, I mean?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “Oh. Yeah. Sure” you stammered. You could feel the goofiest smile spread across your face and tried your best to hide it. “Cool” was all he said before he walked away.

On the day of the prom, Chris still hadn’t ‘promposed’ to you. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up but, you also knew that he knew how much that would have meant to you.

All of your friends were getting ready at your house blasting Taylor Swift as your mom helped everyone with their hair. You chose a light blue dress because you knew it was Chris’ favourite colour and found the perfect tie to match it.

As it got closer to 5 pm butterflies began to swarm in your stomach. This could be the start of something and you were not at all prepared for what that could be.

The doorbell rang 30 minutes later when the boys arrived. They had pulled up in a limo that was going to take you to the prom. Your friends rushed downstairs while you tried to tidy up a little. “Go have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom said as she admired you in your dress.

When you went downstairs, everyone had gone outside to take their pictures. Chris waiting for you, leaning against the balustrade. He turned around when he heard you coming down the stairs. He looked real fucking good in a tux. This was his James Bond moment.

His mouth hung open as he looked you up and down. You thought it was safe to assume that he liked your dress. As you stopped in front of him, you noticed that he was holding something behind his back.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly. “Hi,” he replied with a grin on his face.

He took a step back and pulled a cardboard sign out from behind him that read ‘BETTER LATE THAN NEVER… WILL YOU PLEASE GO TO THE PROM WITH ME?’ Very on brand for Christopher Sturniolo.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t do something more elaborate,” he said.

“This was perfect,” you laughed, “I didn’t need anything.” You meant that. You didn't need anything more than this but, your heart skipped a beat knowing that he did this for you. He did this because he knew it was important to you.

That reminded him that he has gotten you a corsage. He grabbed the corsage from the entry table and slid it onto your write.

“It matches the dress,” he observed. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or congratulating himself. Probably the latter.

“Should we go outside?” you asked, keen to join the rest of the group.

“In a minute,” he said, checking to see no one was around.

You were confused. He had barely spoken to you for almost a year and now he wanted to have a conversation? Chaotic Chris was back at it again!

He folded his arms across his chest as he tried to figure out what he was going to say. You waited awkwardly hoping this moment would be over soon.

“Y/n…” he started. You waited... And waited.

“I don’t know how to say this…” he continued, “I think I’ve spent a lot of time confusing the heck out of myself and sending mixed signals and trying to figure out what’s going on in your heard… in my head…”

He was making no sense. He was driving a train of thought with no direction and you were beginning to think that he might never get to the point… Until he did.

“I have liked you since freshman year. I have spent years trying not to because you are one of my best friends and I don’t ever want to lose but, I really, really like you y/n and I just wanted you to know that” he said.

You were stunned. Shocked. He said everything that you wanted him to say and still, you didn’t know what to do. You hadn't planned for this part.

“It’s ok if you don’t…” before he could finish his sentence your lips were on his, your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist.

You were the first to pull away and gaze up into his eyes. “I hope that was ok” you asked.

His arms snaked around your waist as a smile spread across his face. He pulled you back in and planted another kiss on your lips. This time it felt like a couple reuniting after years and years apart. It felt natural and passionate and was more than you would have hoped it would be.

When you went out into the backyard hand in hand your best friends squealed in excitement. “Finally!” Nick said as he pulled you both into the picture.

Your Mom had always told you that ‘good things take time’ but, no amount of time could have prepared you for this.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Hawkins Boys (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader angst/fluff)

Summary: You work up the courage to ask Eddie to the prom, but he seemingly turns you down in favor of Chrissy Cunningham. How will he feel when you show up with Steve Harrington?

Warnings: language, sadness, Eddie is an idiot, brief violence, Chrissy is lovely as always

WC: 2.7k

You:

Today is the day you do it. The day you face you fears, swallow your anxiety, and ask you best friend to the prom.

Eddie Munson is not a prom guy. He doesn't wear suits, he doesn't slow dance, and he probably wouldn't know romance if it smacked him in the head. But you've had a crush on him for ages, and you had to make your move. If he was going to fall for you, it would be on a night when you were dressed up and gorgeous.

He's sitting at the lunch table alone, waiting for the rest of Hellfire Club to come back with their trays of hot food. He nibbles at a pretzel, smiling when he notices you plunk down next to him. You fish two peanut butter sandwiches out of your bag and hand him one. You've been telling him that your mom insists on packing you two, but the truth is, you always make an extra one for him.

"We're almost done with this godforsaken place," you remind him. "You're gonna walk that stage and finally get your diploma."

"Can't come soon enough," he replies, taking a bite of the sandwich. "Told you all that '86 is my year!"

You giggle. "Would've been more believable if you didn't say the same about '84 and '85." He gives you a playful shove, making you laugh harder.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, but he's still smiling. "I'm gonna miss these sandwiches when you go off to college." He raises it for emphasis.

"I'll send you peanut butter so you can make your own," you tease, though the idea doesn't sound half-bad. You just imagine him opening up a package filled with jars of Jif.

He cocks an eyebrow. "I thought I was supposed to send you care packages," he says.

There's a brief silence before you begin to speak again. "Eddie?" you start, "would you wanna go to prom with me?"

Eddie:

"Would you wanna go to prom with me?"

Eddie feels himself freeze. He was going to ask you later today after Hellfire, but now he's caught off-guard. He wracks his brain for what to say.

Steve had given him advice, the same that he had given to Dustin: don't seem too eager, too desperate; keep it casual.

"Oh, uh..." he stammers, running his fingers through his coarse hair. "I dunno...I was thinking of asking Chrissy." There. That would throw you off until he could ask you properly.

He notices as your face falls, and while it makes his heart pang, he doesn't read too much into it. He's already planned how he's going to ask you to prom, and he'll make up for it then.

You:

Tears sting at your eyes when you hear that Eddie's asking Chrissy Cunningham to prom. It makes sense: she's beautiful, sweet, kind, and recently broke up with Jason Carver. You blink until your watery eyes clear, but you know it's only temporary. As soon as the Hellfire boys crowd the table, you quietly slip away. The tears start to fall when you burst into the girls' restroom; sobs make your chest heave.

How could you be so stupid to think that Eddie Munson liked you. You'd been friends for ages; if he wanted to take things farther, he already would have. You lock yourself in a stall until you begin to calm down, at least enough so that you can wash your face and look halfway presentable for your next class.

You're blotting your cheeks with a paper towel that resembles sandpaper when she walks in. Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

"Y/N!" she exclaims, worry evident on her pretty face. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," you lie plainly, buying time to think of an excuse. "Just overwhelmed with the idea of everything being...over." Mostly your fantasies of you and Eddie, but you omit that crucial detail.

Chrissy nods knowingly. "I get it. It's like, we're big fish in a little pond, and soon we'll be little fish in a gigantic pond." She manages a small smile. "At least we still have prom!"

Your voice catches in your throat, and you cough before speaking. "About that..." You're not exactly sure why you're doing this; maybe because you really care about Eddie's happiness, even if it kills you. "I think Eddie Munson wants to go with you. But he's shy about it--you should ask him."

Chrissy wrinkles her nose in confusion. "Me?" she asks. "I've, well, bought from him a few times, but I never knew he was into me."

You laugh. "Chrissy, you're the Queen of Hawkins High," you say gently. "It doesn't take much for the guys here to fall in love with you."

She blushes, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "Well, it's not like Jason's gonna take me anymore," she laments, "and Eddie's always been nice to me. Sure, why not?" She pulls you in for a quick hug before flouncing off.

Eddie:

Eddie's relieved when you leave the table; it gives him a chance to go over the plan with the rest of Hellfire.

"So remember," he states, "the goal of today's campaign isn't to win; it's to ask Y/N to prom. Got it?" He looks around sharply at his flock of sheep.

"Got it," they chorus, and he grins.

"Excellent," Eddie says, clasping his hands together. "Now, Sinclair, you're going to--"

"Eddie?" a polite voice breaks his train of thought. He glances over to see Chrissy Cunningham, ponytail swinging in its green scrunchie. "Hi!"

"Um, hi," he answers with a cautious smile. He's not totally opposed to dealing in the middle of the cafeteria, but he prefers the privacy of the woods. "What's up?"

"I was just talking with Y/N," she starts, and Eddie's heart leaps at the mention of your name, "and she said you wanted to take me to prom but were a little nervous to ask."

The other Hellfire members gawp, puzzled at what's unfolding in front of them.

"Anyway," Chrissy continues, "I'd love to go with you! Meet at my place for pictures around 5?"

Eddie sits, slack-jawed, which Chrissy mistakes for introversion. "Here's my address," she slips him a piece of paper and beams. "I really thought I'd have no one to go with after Jason, you know..." she trails off, thinking about her ex's infidelity. "So I really appreciate this." She presses a chaste kiss to his cheek and heads back to her table.

"Dude," Mike Wheeler says finally, "What. The. Fuck?"

Eddie buries his head in his hands. "Y/N asked me to prom, and I told her that I wanted to take Chrissy so she wouldn't be suspicious of my plan, but I guess she...FUCK!" He slams his fists on the table. "What do I do now?"

Dustin slaps a hand to Eddie's back. "Looks like you're taking Chrissy Cunningham to prom, hot shot."

You:

You drive directly to Family Video after school to visit your friend Steve, ditching Hellfire without a second thought. Keith doesn't work Friday afternoons, and you know Steve will let you hunker down in the break room while you throw yourself a pity party.

The tears start up again as soon as you walk through the door. Steve notices immediately, hoisting himself over the counter.

"What happened?" he murmurs, pulling you in for a hug. His eyes widen when you relay the story to him.

"That doesn't make any sense," Steve mutters under his breath, rubbing your back with his strong hand. Eddie had just come to him for advice about you, like, last week. He'd made it abundantly clear that he wanted to take you to prom. Steve hadn't a clue about what changed since then.

"It makes perfect sense," you choke out. "Chrissy is perfect. Everyone loves her; it's not like Eddie is immune to her charm."

Steve takes a deep breath. "I can take you to the prom, if you want," he offers. "I know I'm not your first choice, but at least you won't have to go alone."

You nod gratefully. "Thank you, Stevie," you hug him, smushing your cheek to his chest. "You're the best." The thought of watching Eddie and Chrissy slow dancing still makes you feel sick, but you feel safer knowing that Steve will be by your side.

Your stomach is in knots as you, Robin, Nancy, and Vickie crowd around your vanity, teasing hair and applying makeup. The four of you look incredible: Robin in a red pantsuit, Vickie in a matching knee-length dress, Nancy in a baby pink tulle gown, and you in an emerald dress that ends mid-thigh. You've never felt more beautiful.

Your hand shakes as you bring the mascara wand to your eyelashes, and Nancy notices.

"Nervous about seeing Eddie?" she asks knowingly, and you just nod. She sighs and takes your manicured hands in hers, squeezing them tight. "He doesn't know what he's missing. Chrissy's great, sure, but you two could be soulmates. If he's too dumb to see that, he doesn't deserve you."

You give her the best smile you can muster and go back to readying yourself.

Steve arrives right on time. He takes a sharp breath inward when he sees you make your way down the stairs. You'd been friends since you were kids, seeing each other go through all the awkward stages of life, and he always considered you to be a little sister to him. Tonight, with you in that dress, he's thinking different kinds of thoughts.

"Y/N, you look amazing," he tells you, sliding a corsage onto your wrist. You pin the boutonniere to the lapel of his suit jacket, giggling as you accidentally prick your finger.

"You look so handsome, Steve," you say truthfully. "Thank you so much for taking me."

"My pleasure," he says, losing himself in your eyes for a moment. He clears his throat suddenly. "All right, let's ship out!"

The gym is decorated beautifully; it's hard to tell that it's usually filled with the sound of squeaking sneakers and basketballs bouncing on the wood floor. You make your way to the dance floor with Steve, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, and Jonathan. You're swaying your body and having such a great time that you don't even notice Eddie walk in with Chrissy.

Eddie:

But he notices you.

You're the first thing he sees when he enters the gym, looking absolutely breathtaking in your green dress. Eddie watches as you take Steve Harrington's hand in your own, twirling around and laughing. It's then that he realizes that Steve's tie matches your dress--he's your prom date.

That son of a bitch gave me shit advice so he could steal her, he thinks angrily, clenching his fists. I knew he was still a douchebag. I shouldn't have ever trusted him.

Chrissy wraps her hand around Eddie's bicep, pulling him closer. "You good?" she asks.

"Yeah," he answers too quickly. "Actually, no. Chrissy, I-I think you're an amazing girl. But I wanted to bring Y/N; I got scared when she asked me and made up something about wanting to take you, and not that I don't, but--"

"Eddie, relax," she puts out her hands to stop his rambling. "I thought it was kinda weird when she said you wanted to take me. I mean, everyone can see that you're in love with the girl."

Eddie blushes, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?"

Chrissy laughs. "Do me a favor?" She waits for him to nod before continuing. "Go after her." The band starts playing a slow song, and Chrissy grins harder. "Perfect timing--ask her for a dance."

Eddie pushes aside his anxiety and turns to go find you. And he does--just as Steve leans over and pulls you in for a kiss.

You:

The band starts playing "Take My Breath Away" when it happens: Steve kisses you.

His soft, pillowy lips crash into yours haphazardly, like he hasn't thought his actions through. He gently places his hand on your forearm. You're too stunned to moved, and even more so when the kiss ends abruptly.

Or rather, it's ended by Eddie grabbing Steve by the collar, slamming him into the nearest wall.

Eddie:

"Harrington, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie snarls, shoving Steve so that his head nearly hits the wall.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Steve retorts. "Get your hands off of me and go back to your date!"

"The only reason I had to take Chrissy was because of your shitty advice," Eddie hisses, never letting go of Steve. "Telling me to play it cool, not to show too much interest. See how well that worked out for me."

"I said be aloof, not be an asshole!" Steve spits back. "Y/N asked you to prom--you should've said yes. Is she supposed to sit around and wait for you? After you straight up rejected her for the head cheerleader?"

And then Eddie finally sees it from your perspective. You worked up the courage to ask him out. You stood there while he seemingly chose Chrissy over you. You set him up with her, still wanting to ensure his happiness. And now you had moved on, moved on with Steve Harrington, and Eddie just had to accept that.

Unless he didn't. Unless he fought for you, like she should've been fighting for you this whole time.

"Where'd she go?" he asks, wide-eyed.

"Put me down, and I'll help you find her."

You:

You run out of the gym, desperate to escape the escalating drama. Footsteps echo behind you, and a male voice says, "There she is."

A large hand grabs your small one. You're pulled back, finding yourself face-to-face with Eddie.

"We need to talk," he says, his voice serious but gentle.

You shake your head. "Go dance with Chrissy and stop worrying about me," you tell him. "Please just leave me alone."

"I don't wanna dance with Chrissy," he says. "I wanna dance with you. I had this whole campaign planned out where I was gonna ask you to prom at the end, and all the Hellfire guys were in on it, but then you asked me and I panicked."

"I don't need your pity, Eddie."

"It's not pity," Steve interrupts, hands in his pockets. "It's the truth. He's an idiot, but he's an idiot who loves you."

"And you?" you ask quizzically, still confused about the kiss.

Steve chuckles softly. "I'm just an idiot who got caught up in the moment. I shouldn't have...I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you tell him, and he nods before starting to leave.

"Hear him out," he says before going back to the gym, jerking his thumb at Eddie.

You cross your arms over your chest as you turn to the metalhead. "It's really hard to be mad at you when you look so good in that suit," you admit shyly.

Eddie takes a step closer to you. "Remind me to wear suits more often," he jokes lightly,

"Or just stop doing dumb things."

He nods. "Noted." He turns slightly towards the gym doors. "Can I...will you dance with me?"

You grin. "Only if you tell me about that special campaign you had planned. Piqued my curiosity, I can't lie."

Eddie leads you back to the dance floor. You wrap your arms around his neck; he places his on the small of your back.

"So," you start, "that campaign?"

"Oh, right," he says, and you sense some anxiety in his tone. "Yeah, I'll tell you about that. But first..."

And then he kisses you, parting your lips with his own. You kiss him back, never wanting to break it.

It ends naturally, with Eddie smiling too wide to continue.

"What are you so happy about?" you tease, rubbing your thumb against his smooth cheek.

He presses his lips to yours again, more briefly this time. "You're finally my girl. Finally mine."

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

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spectralsleuth · 7 months

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You mentioned that the Hamato household in LSoW and LSoE looks like a wizard's house and that it is filled with furniture that Yoshi inherited from his family... Can you imagine how much historians and antique collectors would be just going gaga about all the priceless stuff in the Hamato home. Like every room has original hand-crafted tables, desks, etc. that can be dated back hundreds of years, the walls have scrolls and weapons crafted by famous masters from 300 years ago. I can just imagine that Yoshi agreed to an interview in his home and, never mind his turtle kids, someone points out the furniture and wall art and people go nuts! This aging action star is just casually mentioning how his sons used to teeth on the chair legs and antique collectors around the world die a little, all while he is sitting on an old chair that was made from a rare tree in Japan worth as much as a down payment on the house and just sipping tea like it's nothing.

Yoshi tapped his foot irritably.

"I really don't understand what the problem is- you sound like my Grandfather." Not a flattering comparison.

"You're not even using a coaster." The camera man looked as if he was in pain, and Yoshi could honestly say that he had not had this much chit-chat from any crew member he'd ever had in his home.

The house was still in a slight state of disarray from the move- there were boxes in the master bedroom stacked to the ceiling, and Blue and Purple had not been separated long enough to be convinced of the benefits of their own bedroom. As a result, both of their bedrooms were half unpacked and mixed together.

Yoshi wasn't particularly passionate about separating the two, but considering every single day it seemed they broke into screaming matches and biting, you would think they would enjoy having their own space as much as Orange and Red did.

It was not so. He could barely get them to sleep in their own bed at this point, but since they were only eight he thought it was prudent to take the separation slow. (At least that was what Dr. Harper had said, when he had floated the idea of encouragement via booby traps and spray bottles by her.)

"It is a piece of furniture- it is meant to be used." It wasn't often that Yoshi thought he was mistranslating English- but he thought this might be one of those situations. The confused looks the Vanity Fair reporter was giving him was selling that impression, and he did not much care for it. "I set things on it? I put- items, in the drawers?" What was the other word for items- funny words, like, oh what was it. "Knick knacks." Sounded like a word for underwear if you asked him.

"This is from the Meiji era." The camera man explained, reverently removing Yoshi's coffee mug from the polished wooden surface. A lost cause, since there was already many overlapping rings of differing shades of brown covering the surface.

There were chips and scuffs covering the top, small marks where Red had rolled over the top during chases with his brothers and left shell-shaped divots, and where Blue and Purple had scratched with idle claws while watching the Mr. Nye TV show. There were crayon marks on the sides, where Orange had run off of his paper with his crayons. He was a good boy and did not draw on furniture on purpose, but accidents happened, and Xander often could not keep up.

"Yes, my great great grandfather commissioned it. I believe from the Emperor's carpenters, to celebrate the new constitution and property they bought in- well, I honestly do not recall. Is this relevant?" Yoshi asked wearily, feeling a twinge of displeasure at even starting to sound like his Ojii lecturing on history.

"There's only about fifty pieces made total in this style- there's no nails in the construction, look it's all joinery on the shelves-" The camera-man was saying, and to Yoshi's displeasure the reporter was still recording using the small device in her hand.

"I thought we were discussing my new movie." Yoshi pointed out, not plaintively, because he was a grown man with four children. "I mean, I have older furniture than that in the bathroom."

The camera man paused, and stared at him. "... Sorry?"

"The bathroom." Yoshi pointed out, and (sensing another translation issue possibly), said "It is where you piss."

"Piss!" Orange yelled from the hallway, where he went sprinting by with the tap-tap-tap of feet.

"DO NOT REPEAT THAT!" Yoshi called out. He was drowned out by Blue and Red fast on Oranges tail, screaming with laughter. It was nice to hear Red's laughter for a change, but since his eldest was also chasing his brothers with a stock pot and a spoon, Yoshi thought he should intervene. "Excuse me, one moment."

Red was only willing to trade the stockpot for a yardstick, which he began beating on Blue and Orange's shells respectively. Since his two youngest were giggling wildly, Yoshi left them to it and turned on cartoons in one of the bedrooms for them to watch when they grew tired of hitting each other.

By the time he got back to the Vanity Fair crew, they had gathered in the hallway, and were being shown the bathroom by a very pleased looking Purple.

"Ah Purple, excellent work my son- ah. I was kidding about the furniture-"

"No you weren't." The cameraman accused, looking frantic and pale. "This is a silver backed oriental mirror from under- oh I don't know. Kōmei? Ninkō?

"Kōka." Yoshi corrected, hating himself. "So, both probably."

Purple tugged on the cameraman's sleeve, and (looking hesitant) the camera man bent down to listen as Purple cupped hands around his snout in order to whisper in his ear.

"YOU WRITE ON IT?" The man gasped, looking appalled.

"I have raised a tattle-taler." Yoshi said mournfully, as Purple looked smugly at him from behind the reporter's legs. "Why don't you go help smack your brothers you snitch?"

Purple's tail started thumping against the cabinet at the idea, and he dropped to all fours to put on speed as he darted out between Yosh's legs and down the hall.

"Why are you so obsessed with furniture anyway?" Yoshi asked the cameraman after Purple had disappeared down the stairs, and he heard Blue and Orange start squealing in delight.

"My parents own a museum exhibit." The camera man said idly, pulling the mirror back from the wall enough to peer behind, and make a wounded noise. "It has the manufacturer seal on it still."

"Oh course it does. All Hamato furniture is authentic."

"It has crayon on it." The camera man looked close to tears.

"Yes?" Yoshi didn't understand the question. He looked at the reporter, who was still recording and writing furiously. "You are going to want to put this into the article, aren't you?" Yoshi sighed.

The reporter gave him a winning smile. "I think our readers would enjoy this very much Mr. Hamato."

#LSoW #my writing #anon ask #ask #rottmnt #tmnt #tmntau #snippet #me purposefully not naming the OC's so i don't get attached #send me asks guys i get bored

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not-alien-girl-v · 10 months

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End Up Here (Ross Macdonald)

warning: SMUTTT SMUTT AHEAD i wrote this so quickly sorey if it’s bad

a/n: part two to kiss me kiss me

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violet passed out after the third movie in the scream franchise. ross offered to carry her to bed but you had to argue with him to stop being so nice all the time.

so now you’re standing out on the fire escape with him, side by side, shoulder to shoulder. the stars aren’t bright but the moon is full and he’s smoking a cigarette he passes to you each time he takes a slow drag from it.

you’re to his left. with one hand, he smokes his cigarette, and as he passes it over, his other hand comes to you to rest over both your shoulders, tugging you into him a bit harshly. he can be rough sometimes, but especially when he pays no mind to it. sometimes you wonder if it’s his natural way of being, and he’s only ever gentle with you.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask him.

“thinkin about our conversation earlier. when we were talking about when we first met. how you thought it was so easy.”

“well, what about it, baby?”

“just can’t believe that’s how you viewed the story. guess that’s a good thing. on my end, at least, i was so focused on being the perfect boyfriend and i suppose i did my job right.”

“course you did,” you turn into him, wrapping both arms around his waist and settling your fingers into the slight dimples on his back. you tilt your head up to be near face to face with him, “you’re perfect to me. you know that?”

“i know that now,” his words are whispered onto your mouth, he’s close enough you can feel his breath. “i was freaked the fuck out at first tho, my love.”

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2 years ago

“what’s with you, today?” george speaks loudly over the pumping music in his flat. a week ago, he moved into this apartment, alongside ross, matty, and adam, and today, the four host a housewarming party.

“me?” ross questions stupidly, there’s no one else in the room at the moment other than the two of them.

“you’re all… jumpy. squirrelly. i’ve seen you check your hair in the bathroom 4 times today.”

“my hair? what’s wrong with my hair? is it stupid?” ross is speed walking back to the bathroom again. george sighs and follows him in.

“nothing. but the fact that you care so much… is this about a certain someone?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ross mumbles but his fingers frantically digging into his hair tell a different story.

“is it that girl from backstage the other day?”

ross freezes.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” george leans casually against the doorframe. “she coming tonight?”

“yeah. but matty invited her. what if she comes, and i’m all ready to hangout with her but she’s got eyes for matty all night?”

“you hear yourself right now? you sound ridiculous.”

“am i, though? you know girls flock to him much more than they do me.”

“how about i make you a deal, okay? i’ll keep matty away from your little crush all night, if you promise to throw away the shorts.”

…

“what shorts?” ross plays dumb

“the 3 inch inseam shorts.”

he huffs, as if this is some huge burden he’s to bear, “fine.”

george is thrilled with the news, and leaves ross alone in the bathroom to continue fussing with his appearance. it’s not like george is going to stay and give him a pep talk telling him he’s a real lady killer and that he’s the sexiest guy around. that’s matty’s job.

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george has been very successful in distracting matty tonight. he started out by getting the man tastefully tipsy, then once he was comfortable in his level of intoxication, george introduced a fierce game of beer pong out on the back patio and insisted matty join, as if he would be able to say no to something like that.

she had almost, almost wandered outside to see what all the commotion was about out back but luckily, ross caught her by the arm right as her hand brushed the handle of the sliding glass door.

she whips around, hoping she hasn’t stumbled into trouble, but a warm grin spreads onto her face when she recognizes the man that the hand is attached to. it’s a welcome touch, as well.

“oh, hey bass boy. didn’t know you lived here too,” she steps out of the way of some people aiming to slip out the back door, and he absentmindedly leads her into the kitchen to have a more private moment with her.

“yeah, we all live here, the four of us. like a clown car, but a flat.”

she glances around, taking in the space fully. “i don’t know, i don’t think it’s that small. seems like plenty of space to me.” she almost gets too distracted watching people passing by, but focuses her attention back to him, and a sly smile appears, “you have your own room, handsome?”

ross’s eyes widen just a little bit, and if the lighting was a bit brighter, she’d be willing to bet money that a blush appears on his cheeks.

“um… yeah. i’ll uh… show you,” he mentally facepalms himself for sounding like such a creep about to lure her to her gruesome death. it’s just his bedroom, no promises made other than to show her his space.

through the dense crowd, she grabs onto his bicep without thinking and he does everything he can not to freak out. he keeps walking her, leading her down the hallway, eventually opening a door and motioning for her to go in first.

he closes the door behind himself when he enters after her, and immediately out of habit, shrugs his leather jacket off and tosses it to his unmade bed.

she looks at him, raising a curious eyebrow. “stripping already macdonald? at least pour me a drink, first,” she means it as a joke but continues on with her bit, removing her jean jacket as well, slipping off her shoes and looking ready to start undoing her belt.

“wait, wait, you don’t have to!”

she chuckles. “i know. i’m just fuckin’ with you. got a lighter?” she grabs a pre-rolled joint from her jacket pocket, waving it at him indicating her plans.

he’s frozen for a moment, speechless, then bursts into motion. “yeah, yeah.” he opens the drawer to his nightstand, feeling more than embarrassed when he has to dig through a pile of condoms to grasp his lighter. it’s small, white, and almost empty, but it will do the trick.

she takes it upon herself to sit down on his bed, laying back for a moment to test it out, then gleefully rolling around on top of it. “wow this thing is comfy as hell.”

he hums, watching her, a little concerned. “it’s new. the mattress, at least. bed frame, i’ve had it for years. damn thing squeaks like a mouse when…”

she sits up, a knowing look plastered on her, “when what?”

“when i sit with a beautiful girl and smoke a joint with her on it,” he tests it out like she may smack him across the face if she takes it the wrong way but he mostly means it as a joke, though his words speak the complete truth.

he comes to sit next to her, lighting the joint at his own lips.

“you think i’m beautiful?”

shit. he thought she had moved on from that already. feeling as though, he’s already dug his own grave, he just decides to lay in it, hoping she doesn’t get too uncomfortable by this whole situation and runs for the hills.

“i think you’re very beautiful.” he blows the smoke out the corner of his mouth and passes it over. this is nice, for however long it will last. it’s nice having her in his bedroom, alone, her full attention on him, giving him a good chance to stare at her long and hard.

she gets quiet as she takes a hit, like she’s dropping her confidence out the window for just a moment. “no one’s ever told me that before.”

“that’s a shame, cuz it’s true.”

he’s about to lean in and make his move on her but she swerves, unintentionally, to blow the smoke away from his face, knowing how close he is, it would be rude to blow it right at him. which gives her an idea.

“ever shotgunned before?”

he furrows his eyebrows, never understanding how she can change the subject so effortlessly fast. “don’t believe i have, no.”

“you wanna try?” she’s been sitting crisscrossed on his bed the whole time, him with both feet on the floor, but she is just itching to move closer, to enter his space more. but she needs his permission. needs to know he really does like her like she likes him, that he isn’t just being nice.

typically, this whole situation seems obvious that he’s showing major interest in her, but she’s been in nearly identical situations, only to get hit with a ‘we should do this again sometime, maybe my girlfriend can come too.’

she doesn’t want to repeat that tonight. not with him. never with him.

“yeah.” she sees a look in his eyes that speaks to her that he wants to be closer just as bad as she does, and with that, she makes her move.

she gets up onto her knees, placing one hand on his cheek to hold him steady. if she leaned her hips any further forward, they would be resting against him, but that’s too much. “when i exhale, you inhale. got it? and stay very still.”

dazed by the proximity and the prolonged eye contact, he can only nod and swallow hard.

“ok, get ready.” she takes a medium sized hit, not wanting to overdo it, and places it in his fingers resting on his lap so she can free up her hands to hold his face place properly.

she glances at his eyes, his lips, his eyes, then his lips again before she leans in, merely ghosting her lips onto his, exhaling into his open, waiting mouth. he takes it excellently, like he’s done it a million times. she hopes he didn’t lie just to encourage her to do it, but either way, she wouldn’t mind too much.

the smoke exits from his nose in a long sigh but she doesn’t find it in her to move back. in fact, she moves forward an inch to rest her forehead against his. a curious, patient hand finds it’s way to her waist, testing the waters as if she’s just going to leave right after this.

when she feels his hand and it’s gentle grasp at the bare skin between her tank top and her shorts, she reciprocates by boldly swinging her leg over both of his, resting her weight on him in a straddling position.

he reaches behind her to rest the joint in the ashtray conveniently placed right on his nightstand.

they’ve only been sitting in silence, feeling each others breaths on their faces, awaiting a move to be made. he looks at her needily, and he realizes how fortunate he is to have made it this far with a girl like her. it’s in this exact moment that he knows if he doesn’t make the move he’s been waiting for for ages, he’d regret it for as long as he’d live.

he crashes his lips into hers, urgent and desperate, but he hopes she feels the same, though it’s hard to tell when he’s only focusing on how long he’s waited for this.

she wraps her right arm around the back of his neck, hooking her elbow around it and reaching her hand to rest on his shoulder blade while her left digs into his brown hair.

meanwhile, he’s holding her firmly at the waist, still scared to go any further lest she get freaked out by him. it’s the last thing he wants to do, make her uncomfortable.

she leans in more, deepening the kiss, subtly grinding her hips down into his, and when he responds with a low groan into her mouth, one of the hottest things she’s ever experienced, she knows to continue.

she’s a little upset that he hasn’t taken to feeling her body more, hands still gentlemanly polite on her waist. she moves a hand to grip his jaw, and with the other, she removes one of his from her waist.

he worries for a moment that he’s gone too far, and that her peeling his hand off is an indication of it, so he breaks apart the kiss. a mere hum of a word escapes his mouth when she continues directing his hand, moving it to rest on her clothed breast.

he breathes out a shaky breath, not knowing how to cope with the interaction. knowing she’s going to have to continue the heavy lifting until he gets the memo, she gently massages her breast with his hand, humming out a small moan, and once he hears the hot sound come from her throat, he snaps back into motion, beginning to continue the movements she started with his hand.

she nods with a smile, leaning to kiss him hard again. she grinds her hips once more, harder this time, with more purpose, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. he breaks apart to take a breath, “fuck,” he mutters lowly.

she tugs at the bottom hem of his black tshirt, “can i take this off?” he’s already tugged it off of himself barely before she can finish her sentence. she responds with a giggle and he begins to kiss down her neck, her leaning her head to the side to give him plenty of room for his kisses, his light sucking that eventually turns harsher by the minute, leaving behind soon to be dark purple marks all over.

she moans louder this time to show her appreciation for his work and by the time he’s kissed down to the strap of her tank top, he’s looking back up at her. “can i- is this…okay? if i-“

“mm, please,” is all she says until he begins to slip it off her, fingers toying at the bottom of it, then making his way to carefully peel it off her body, over her head and off her arms. he throws it somewhere random in his room.

she gives him two firm kisses, one on the corner of his mouth and one square on the lips, then reaches behind herself to unhook her own bra. once the back is undone, he grabs it by both the straps and slowly drags it off her arms.

“god, darling, you-“ he’s interrupted by a rogue moan slipping from his lips when she grinds into him again. he decides to abandon his sentence, instead moving his mouth down to pay close attention to the display of skin she’s showing off before him.

he kisses down her sternum, gentle and sweet as he can be, then places one kiss onto he nipple of her left breast, his other hand coming up to lightly toy with the other. on the left, he places more kisses surrounding, some right on her nipple, and he licks around it, swirling his tongue over the bud.

she digs her hand into his hair and tugs on it, feeling him moan onto her skin at her movements, making a mental note to do that again sometime.

he continues to essentially make out with her tit, eventually switching to the other nipple to place wet kisses on it, giving them each equal attention.

after she’s had enough of this teasing, she places both hands on the sides of his head and pulls him up to be face to face.

“please, will you fuck me? please?” she sounds more than ready to burst with pent up arousal and she wants nothing more than to feel him fill her up perfectly like she imagined he would. he is a big man after all, that usually translates down nicely.

“mm, get on your back, he instructs her and taps her thigh twice to set her into motion.

without any hesitation, she detaches from him and crawls to the center of the bed, fussing with the belt and buttons of her shorts but he pushes her hands aside, now hovering over top of her.

“let me, baby.”

she lets him, feeling so utterly gone at the sight of his big hands unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down her legs. once off, he throws them in the same direction her shirt and bra went.

he grabs her legs at the knees, spreading her thighs open and adjusting himself to be comfortably between them. he kisses down her stomach, enjoying the way she trembles under her touch, a mix of arousal and her being somewhat ticklish under his featherlight kisses.

he keeps going down, kissing down, and continues his way down until he can place one kiss directly onto her clit, through the barrier of her black panties. he moves to the side, kissing the very inside of her bare thighs, watching them twitch under the pressure of it. he kisses down to her knee, then reaches a hand to the waistband of her panties, looking back up at her face as a silent ask for consent.

she nods furiously, ready for him, ready for anything he’s so graciously willing to give to her at this very moment. “can you take your pants off?” it sounds silly when she says it but she knows it’s what she wants.

he takes off both, her panties first, then his own pants, returning to her bare naked body in only his boxing, raging erection on full display. he parts her thighs again, wondering why she felt the need to close them once more when he wasn’t paying active attention to her body.

he lowers his body down further on the bed, near his his head to the place she needs him most and she drips in arousal at the thought of what he’s going to do to her.

he goes in with one prodding finger first, starting at her hole then swiping a finger up, just missing her clit but making careful efforts to work around the area just around it. she feels so done with all this foreplay, she wishes he would just take her now, but she can tell he’s got a plan of his own and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to know where he was going with it.

with his thumb this time, he finally pressed into her clit, rubbing tight circles and figure eights onto it. she mewls and whimpers pathetically at the delicious pressure.

“please…” she begs.

“please what?”

she huffs a sigh, not used to this dominant, confident, and teasing version of him. “please, more, i want your mouth, please.” she speaks the word like it’s the only one she knows.

he grins madly that he has this effect on her, but ultimately follows her desperate instructions.

he leads with a harsh lick that lands right over her clit and she moans out, “ross,” and he wonders if it’s the first time he’s ever heard her speak his actual name.

then, like he’s lost all his gentlemanly manners, he grips her hips mean and moves in with his tongue. his lips wrap around her, flicking his tongue back and forth over her sensitive bud. he takes turns flicking his tongue, swirling it around her clit, and taking hard sucks at it.

meanwhile, she’s an absolute mess, desperately grasping at his hair and tugging if only to feel the vibrations of his moans onto her wet cunt.

“fuck, darling, just like that,” he’s slipping a finger into her now, pumping in and out slowly while he continues his harsh suction on her clit.

she moans out loudly, hoping it will encourage him to give her more, and it does, he begins to pump his middle and ring fingers in and out with great skill and speed, curling upwards at just the right spot to make her see stars.

his licking has gotten much messier at the addition of his fingers fucking into her, like he’s as desperate to find her release as she is. this would be the very first time he would make her cum and he wants it to be as memorable as possible.

he licks broadly over her clit, circling back to suck on it again, pulling back an inch to flick it back and forth with the very tip of his tongue, all while deliciously sliding in and out of her with his fingers.

she’s pulling harder at his locks, the feeling of his stubble burning her sensitive skin just a bit but she couldn’t care less at the moment, as she grinds her hips onto his face, chasing her release. he decides to allow her to do so, enjoying being used as a conduit for pleasure like some sex toy who’s only purpose is to get her off.

with enough weak gasps and whining moans, she finally finds her release, and he licks her through it, eating her up like it’s his last meal on this earth, and she continues grinding onto his face as she rides out the aftershocks of her mind-blowing orgasm.

as soon as she can’t take the unending pleasure any longer, drags him up by his jaw and connects their lips together once more. she doesn’t hate the way she tastes on his lips, and to be honest, it sends butterflies south on her body, she feels just about ready to go again.

“shit, please fuck me now, fuck.” she can barely whine out her words, just as he wanted.

“are you sure?” he asks her, breaking eye contact only to pull out a condom again, conveniently placed in his nightstand drawer where his lighter once was. the joint in the ashtray is pretty much forgotten by this point, burning to ash alone on the stand.

“please, i need it so bad, need you.”

he can’t contain the smile that plasters itself onto his face. how long he’s been waiting to hear her beg for his cock like this.

“as you wish, love,” he’s already slipped his boxers off at some point and she watches him roll the condom onto his length, which she’s finally getting a good look at now, and it almost seems like a challenge too much for her.

she pushes the thoughts aside, however, the moment he lines himself up with her weeping hole.

finally, he pushes into her, filling her up perfectly with just the slightest feeling of a searing stretch, not enough to cause a lot of pain, but enough to have her moaning at the feeling.

he groans loudly, a stark contrast from his previous moans, which were all low and contained.

he places both hands onto her waist, waiting for her permission to go any further, and when she gives her nod, he begins his motions.

he thrusts in and out of her, slowly, feeling like he might break her if he goes as hard and rough as he’d like to, so he stays gentle and sweet with it.

now, it’s him who is grunting and whining a bit as her tight pussy grips his cock so tightly.

she grabs him by the back of his neck to pull their lips together again, as well as to get his body just a little bit closer to hers, and she mutters in his ear while it’s lined up right by her mouth, “harder.”

he chuckles darkly and the noise goes straight to her pussy. he rocks his hips into hers with more purpose, nearing his ideal speed and roughness. she reaches down to flick her clit with a single finger but he almost immediately knocks it out of the way. “let me.”

he rubs it hard and mean, inconsiderate to the previous orgasm he just gave her and how it could be leaving her sensitive.

she clenches around him at the stimulation and he moans openly into her ear.

“fuck baby, you gotta stop or i’m gonna cum.”

“cum, i’m close.”

though he hadn’t even been inside of her for all too long, it only takes her weak command for his thrusts to begin to falter, losing traction and his grip on her hips.

he starts to work double time, eager to help her cum as fast as he is on track to. rocks his hips in and out of her at a perfect pace, spreading dripping arousal all over her clit and not giving controlled circles over it anymore, merely aimless swipes.

she reaches her climax so suddenly that neither see it coming, but her soft moans into his ear and the fluttering of her wet pussy and the wet noises it makes when he plunges into her is just enough for him to be spilling his release into the condom.

he rides her through her orgasm for the second time, milking her for everything she’s worth and finishes his peak with a shaky moan low in her ear.

he pulls out and collapses beside her, careful not to crush her under the weight of himself.

“fuck,” is all she says and it earns a laugh from beside her.

“go out with me.” he blurts it out so sudden she almost doesn’t understand his words.

“what?”

“again, i mean. we’ve been on a few dates, i know. what i’m trying to say is that i like you. a lot. and i’m going to take a leap of faith to say that you like me to. so let’s be official. please?” he sounds so small when he speaks the last word of his confession, it nearly breaks her heart.

“of course, baby. i’d love to,” she rolls over to cuddle into his chest, and he gladly accepts the act of affection.

“so can i call you my girlfriend?” he feels like a giddy teenager but that’s just the effect she has on him.

“yup. we can be all gross in public and stuff, too, if you want.”

“i think i do.”

“i think i do too.”

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storiesofsvu · 8 months

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Alex Blake Domestic Headcanons

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who reaches out to new neighbors

Both of you, but to different extents. Alex is friendly, approachable, would help a neighbour out if needed. She likes to know the neighbours physically closest to her, especially if she’s out of town a lot. Somone to keep an eye on the mail piling up, water the plants, feed a pet kinda thing but I do believe she normally keeps to herself. You’re more the one who spends more time getting to know neighbours, talking over back yard fences, what starts as friendly small talk morphs into inviting over for a coffee or a drink.

who remembers to buy healthy food

This one is going to go more towards Alex. She’ll do weekly grocery trips making sure the fridge is stocked with healthy things that can easily and quickly be whipped up into meals. If she’s been away on a case, once she knows they’re officially headed home she’ll set up an order to be delivered/curbside pick up to make sure she’s not stuck eating more takeout once she’s home.

who remembers to buy junk food.

It’s a mix of both here, but it’s more likely you picking up a thing or two on the way home/whenever the cravings hit. There’s likely some frozen goodies for the deep fried cravings that live in your freezer, ice cream and the like.

who fixes the oven when it breaks Alex is definitely going to try. She’s determined and will likely fix it to a point, or fully if it’s an easy fix, but she knows better than to fuck with shit that she doesn’t fully understand/know esp when it comes to things that can burst into flame so she’s gonna call a professional for something like that.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s).

Alex strikes me as the early riser, she likes to take her time in the mornings to be fully awake and alert before heading into work. In that time she enjoys her coffee, makes breakfast, reads the paper, and feeds the pets/plants. It’s part of the relaxing morning routine that she’s got in place.

who wakes up earlier

LOL. Oop. Covered that. Alex is the early riser. Though on the weekends she really enjoys her sleep ins, especially if it’s after a long case. She loves slowly waking up, limbs tangled together with yours, rolling over and pulling you tighter so she can sleepily pepper your skin with kisses, happy smile on her cheeks as the two of you fall back asleep for a bit. (and of course those slow morning sex days are just top notch)

who makes the bed

Whoever’s out of it second. I like to think that Alex had a very strict self rule about always making sure the bed was made to start her day off on the right foot, the first thing crossed off her to do list. She’s gotten more casual about it over the years, but the first time you stayed the night and left the bed not fully made it did make her eye twitch a little bit.

who makes the coffee

Whoever’s up first. It’s one of the first things either of you do in the morning if it’s not set up to auto brew the night before. There’s also likely multiple pots brewed throughout the day, switching off to decaf on non work days to make sure neither of you is staying up all hours of the night.

who burns breakfast

That one’s on you. Alex knows her way around the kitchen fairly well, she’s got a great amount of variety of dishes, recipes and meals to cover breakfast, lunch and dinner. I like to think she enjoys cooking, her own little personal time in the kitchen to hum along to music and forget about everything else going on while she focuses on the food. She likes cooking for people, there’s always love cooked into her food and naturally that makes it taste so much better.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Alex will always search you out for a quick goodbye, a little kiss on your forehead before she leaves off onto whatever task she has at hand. If she’s leaving for a case/an FBI work day she’ll always make sure for a longer, more personal goodbye in case she ends up out of town for a week or more. You’ll usually swing through the living room/her home office when you’re running off to the store/running errands, or even if you’re meeting a friend for lunch you’ll ask if she needs/wants anything and almost always bring a little treat back for her no matter what her answer is.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

If it’s been a while there’s a very excited happy hug, warm kisses, the kinda hug that you can just absolutely sink into each other’s embraces and melt into each other. They’re usually silent, letting the other person just enjoy being back home and around you again, followed by an evening relaxing on the couch, half tangled in each other’s arms as you catch up or sit in comfortable silence. If it hasn’t been a while it’s just a casual little “I’m home” called through the house when you get home.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Alex accidentally formed a habit of stealing pens from the local precincts, hospitals, wherever to bring back to you. She didn’t realize she’d pocketed a pen the first time and when she was home and you asked for one you made a comment that it was neat it was labelled NYPD. She liked the playfulness of it and made a mental note to swipe something on each of her cases.

You’re the one who brings home treats more often. Both when Alex has asked and whenever you feel like it. It’s usually some form of chocolate/candy. If it’s earlier in the day it’s definitely alongside a cup of specialty coffee in alex’s favourite flavour.

who picks the movie for movie night

You either switch back and fourth or there’s some kind of competition/game that the winner gets to pick the movie. Alex enjoys the little bit of competition, it brings out the silly and fun parts of life that are sometimes lacking from her day, making both of you laugh along the way.

their favorite kind of movie to watch

You usually both agree on things, and swap around between genres regularly to keep entertained and attentive. While Alex enjoys documentaries, older and foreign movies she also finds certain types of stupid comedies rather enjoyable, especially when she just wants to shut her brain off for a while.

who first suggests a pillow fort

You know what. I’m going with Alex on this one. She can tell that you’ve had a crap day/week, it’s finally the weekend and she wants to make sure that you forget about what was bringing you down and give you the ultimate comfort. It’s very likely that by the time you get home she’s either made something easy and comforting like grilled cheese or placed a takeout order and the wine is ready to be poured. She’s also likely dragged every thick fuzzy blanket and pillow out into the living room, maybe even inflated the air mattress. She’s going to persist even if you think it’s stupid at first, she knows that roping you into building a fort will have you cracking a smile in no time. And the rest of the night is going to be spent curled up in each other’s arms drinking wine and eating ice cream.

who tries to distract the other during the movie

Depends on the day. When it’s you it’s usually more that your hands happen to be wandering without realizing it, trailing up and down Alex’s leg, or playing with the hairs at the back of her neck until she’s riled up and can’t help but pounce on you. When it’s Alex it’s because she’s been thinking about devouring you all day and doesn’t want to wait through the entire movie to get to do it. She’ll likely pull you into her lap, or curl around you from behind, spooning you while her hands slowly roam your body, slipping under your waistband or up your shirt until the movie is forgotten and the room is nothing but moans.

who falls asleep first

You do. Alex likes to read before bed and it slowly becomes a routine that at least a couple of times a week she’ll read to you until you’re asleep in her arms. Some nights it’s a fiction book you’ve been working through, other nights its poetry, sometimes in a different language that you might not understand but you’re never going to complain about hearing her speak another language.

who is big spoon/little spoon

It varies, Alex is usually the big spoon, or on her back with you curled around her while her hand soothes up and down your back but there are nights she just wants to be held. Or times you wake up in the middle of the night searching her out in the bed without opening your eyes, finding her curled up on the other side of the bed so you happily wrap around her back, nestling into her neck to fall back asleep.

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mediocrevideopodcast · 3 months

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Request: I don't really know where to request stuff, but what about Zib x Nervous Reader? Like how a slow-burn romance would go, how Zib would feel and how he would treat them, romantic gestures, and comfort.

Unsurprisingly, it can be a little hard to get to know Zib. Sarcastic, blunt, and usually under the influence, Zib isn't exactly the most approachable member of the Lackadaisy crew. That doesn't mean he isn't friendly, not by any means. In fact, he's one of the most level-headed, caring people in the bunch. He's just learned to hide it a bit. Tender hearts often go sour in this business. A bit of courage and effort goes a long way with Zib.

Although if you're part of the crew, there's a decent enough chance he'll warm up to you on his own, too. If Mitzi thinks you're good enough to add to the family, then he won't question it too much. Although he can't help but wonder what it is you do, considering your skittish demeanor. It's part of what draws him closer -- part of him likes the mystery. But truthfully, the other part of him mistakes your nervousness for naivety, and there's a quiet voice within him that doesn't want that kindness to go out. It's a shitty life they run -- you should be able to keep your light.

When Zib cares for you, it's obvious, yet subtle to outsiders. He keeps an eye on you in the bar, stays close to you when walking down the streets. He's also more lax with his affections, leaning on you a bit more, both physically and emotionally. But you know he's invested when he really starts to speak. Not quips, not sardonic interjections or jokes, but actually talking to you. He's a deep thinker, and not just because of the booze. He's well-read, and deeply intelligent. If you can get him to talk about his favorite books, or his music, or even philosophy… it should be taken as a point of pride.

Actually falling in love with Zib is a gradual process, though. One of those romances where you wake up, and suddenly you realize you've been married for the past 7 years.

He doesn't believe in hard-and-fast traditions like his parents did, but his quiet attempts to grow closer really stand out considering how well you know him at this point. He leaves little room for worry or question, and yet, it rarely feels overwhelming. He's casual, yet straightforward. And damn if it doesn't make your heart flutter.

The brush of a hand, a pointed glance during a slow set, honeyed words spoken effortlessly yet earnestly… If he didn't have a warrant out for his arrest, he'd be the type to serenade you from your balcony. Maybe he would have, had you met when you were younger.

(Some nights, when he's lain up in bed in a drunken stupor, he imagines that exact scenario. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him soft.)

Despite what some may think, Zib is a very devout romantic. If he had the funds, he'd love to treat you to a night out, like all the wild records sing of. Good food and good music were two of the things that kept Zib going for a long time, even if only one of those things are still within his means. But, as a self-proclaimed nomad, his greatest wish would be to travel the world with you. There's so much to see and experience out there, away from dreary St. Louis. But it's only half as good when you're alone -- it's so much sweeter with someone by your side.

Funnily enough, he's one of the best possible partners of the Lackadaisy bunch for a nervous partner. He's straightforward, rarely sugarcoating things or telling white lies. As such… there's not much to worry about with him. You won't have to worry if he's telling the truth, if he thinks you're too quiet or too loud or strange. If he has a thought, he'll say it. He's honest like that.

If he's ever too blunt with you though, he picks up on it quickly. He's a master of reading body language, and he knows how to apologize properly. He's very sweet when it comes down to it. Genuine.

He's also not above navigating you away from anxiety-inducing situations, when need be. Again, he's fantastic with body language, and he knows how to lie his way out of an event or gathering. People generally don't question how many smoke breaks he's taken per hour.

He can't fix everything for you -- he knows that. But you'll never have to worry about whether or not he loves you. He might not say those exact three words on the daily, but there's never a moment of doubt within you. He'll make sure of it.

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remusslove · 2 years

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Glasses~ mattheo riddle

Includes age regression, cg!Mattheo, little!reader, bullying, and mentions of violence.

You were walking down the abandoned hallways humming to the music from your Walkman. When Mattheo found out you were a little he established some rules. One of those rules being when you get out of classes go straight to his dorm just incase you slip.

Little did you know, one of Mattheo’s many exes was waiting for you. His exes never bothered you, even when you got dirty looks from them being jealous your still with him. He always reassured you and you believed him. They were jealous because you’ve been with him for a year and a half, while the longest they had with him is a week or less.

They hated the way he treated you, how he talked to you, how he looked at you, etc. He never treated them like that so they didn’t get why you were so special. They didn’t do anything extreme other than dirty looks and stares, except daphne.

You were close to slipping but decided to try not to slip in till you were in his dorm. “Hey y/n!” Daphne said with a fake smile walking out of the corner she was in. “Oh hi daphne!” You said smiling. “Where you heading to hm?” Daphne asked with a smirk. Still oblivious to the girls antics and plan you just casually replied saying “going to mattheos dorm you?”.

His name coming out of his mouth only made her angrier. She pinned you to the locker causing you to whimper at the sudden movement. “Look i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but stay away from mattheo.” She threatened. With that she pushed you back into the locker and snatched your glasses.

“Gimme those!” You said with tears in your eyes. “No.” She dropped your glasses to the floor before stomping on them with all her strength. Your glasses were completely destroyed. You couldn’t help but start crying slipping more and more by the second. Before you made a movement she snatched them off the floor and took them before strutting off.

You got your bag and quickly began walking to mattheos dorm. Luckily the seventh years had private dorms so when you walked into the room all you saw was Mattheo working on his potions homework. He noticed your presence and quickly tried the finish his last sentence still not looking at you.

“Hi darling where you been? I was getting a little worried” Mattheo asked softly. He turned around after he heard no response and began waking towards you noticing your appearance. “Oh my poor baby what happened?” He asked now worried. “Bully bwoke my gwasses” was all you could sputter out between sobs. He quickly wrapped his arms around you as you put your head on his shoulder. “Oh I’m so sorry love” he said now feeling anger coursing through his veins.

“Tired dada” you whined against his chest. “Alright love it’s time for a nap anyways” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. He softly picked you up effortlessly and sat you on the bed. He took off your clothes peppering kisses doing so. When you were finally ready for bed you cuddled into his chest. “You want your pacifier princess?” He asked. You just nodded to tired to say anything.

He took the pacifier out of his night stand drawer and placed it gently between you lips. You quickly began to suck on the soother but soon whined wanting milk. Mattheo knew what the whine meant and quickly apparated a bottle. You began drinking it pretty fast as it was your favorite flavor,(f/f). “Slow down bunny” mattheo said taking control of the bottle.

You slowed down always wanting to be a good girl. “Such a good girl for me” mattheo praised with a smile causing you to giggle. “Can you tell me who took your glasses baby?” He asked knowing your much more honest in little space. “Daph” was all you said but mattheo knew exactly who you were talking about. He sighed before reaching for a book to read to you.

Once he was done reading you were fast sleep quietly snoring. He turned off the lamp on the bed stand and fell asleep himself. He couldn’t wait to kick Daphne’s ass in the morning.

I made this story as a reminder that I do Harry Potter characters and little!reader x cg!characters as well<3 :)

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inkstaindusk · 7 months

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Summary: The only way for Cheng Xiaoshi to be dead is for Qiao Ling to have died first. (Post-season 2 finale)

Words: 1,667

I started this within like two hours after finishing the last episode

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Qiao Ling’s hands feel sticky.

They haven’t stopped feeling sticky ever since she blinked and Lu Guang was bleeding out on the sofa, but she rubs them raw like she never had the chance to in days. It doesn’t feel like mere days though—it feels like weeks, months, years. She can scarcely believe how quiet it is now. Qian Jin has been arrested. Li Tianxi is dead. There are so many memories in her head that she can’t even count them all. And Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang…

Qiao Ling stays at the hospital for the first night. She would fight the police herself if they tried to keep her from her family, but luckily they’re all understanding, or at least Captain Xiao is. The doctors take care of Lu Guang a bit longer than Cheng Xiaoshi, with him having reopened his wounds and gotten hurt multiple other times in the process, so for part of the evening, it’s just Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi. Despite everything, they don’t talk much. It’s too late in the night, and a bullet in his body isn’t something he can easily bounce back from now that the adrenaline is gone. He’s asleep within the hour, and then it’s just her.

She can’t stop staring at him in his sleep. His chest rises and falls slowly, proof that he’s alive, but she still has to fight the urge to press her ear to his chest and hear his heartbeat for herself. Another image of him superimposes the sight before her—a bloodstained jacket instead of a clean hospital gown.

That’s when she stands, careful not to knock over her chair, and walks hurriedly to the bathroom, heading straight for the sink. There’s no blood on her hands, she knows there isn’t, but the feeling is there and it makes her want to throw up. She rubs the soap into her skin again and again and again and yet the phantom sensation refuses to disappear. Wasn’t Lu Guang enough? she wonders hysterically as she tries to rub her skin away. Why Cheng Xiaoshi too?

It doesn’t matter that it never happened here. It doesn’t matter that she wasn’t the one with the knife in hand this time. Cheng Xiaoshi is her little brother and Qiao Ling now knows what it feels like to have his blood on her hands and if she thought the past few days were a nightmare, whatever this is must be hell. There’s no other explanation. The only way for Cheng Xiaoshi to be dead is for her to have died first.

Except Cheng Xiaoshi isn’t dead.

Her hands are wrinkly and raw and shaky when she comes back to herself long enough to shut off the faucet. She nearly forgets to dry her hands before she returns to Cheng Xiaoshi’s bedside—

And then she stares again. Watches. Counting his breaths and every minute twitch of his body.

It wasn’t even her hands that held him.

(He never died. Not once. The bullet missed any vital organs. He’s fine.

So why can she still see it?)

***

Qiao Ling sets up the welcome home party alone. The photo studio feels wrong when it’s empty. She keeps expecting to at least find Lu Guang napping somewhere insensible, maybe even having convinced Cheng Xiaoshi to join him. After spending the past few days here, she’s managed to stop looking at the couch and seeing Lu Guang’s body bleeding out on it, but she doesn’t stop thinking about it, which means she doesn’t stop thinking about Cheng Xiaoshi’s body either.

Qiao Ling covers her mouth with her hand, willing the bile in her throat to go down. She can’t be like this when today is supposed to be a celebration.

Their return is punctuated by Cheng Xiaoshi’s usual dramatics. It’s familiar and casual, and though she rolls her eyes, there’s no hiding her joy when he’s in her line of sight. Cheng Xiaoshi is alive and well, stuffing his face right in front of her.

“Slow down,” she scolds, taking his plate of cake away before he can inhale it all in one go. “I’ll never let it go if you leave the hospital only to die by choking.” She doesn’t let her voice waver at the joke—it’s banter, the same that they always have. He’s not dead, she tells herself again, focusing on Cheng Xiaoshi’s complaints through his full mouth. She gives him a disgusted look. “You’re so gross! Swallow first. Slowly!”

Cheng Xiaoshi scowls, which isn’t very effective when he has crumbs all over his mouth and his cheeks are puffing out, plus he’s never been very good at it anyway. She sticks her tongue out in response and grins victoriously when he listens to her and settles down. He still can’t beat her.

Lu Guang is quiet. Qiao Ling wouldn’t have thought much of it a week ago, but now she glances uncertainly at him. He doesn’t seem to notice, eyes locked on to Cheng Xiaoshi like he’s drinking him in. He’s always looked at him that way, she recalls. Back when they first met, she thought it was a bit strange, but attributed it to Cheng Xiaoshi’s magnetism, to that innocence that attracted her, too. It soon became something she hardly noticed.

Now, she notes it again.

Li Tianxi’s memories—and all the others inside of her—are fragmented. With so many of them, Qiao Ling doubts she’ll ever be able to make sense of them all, including Lu Guang’s. There’s still so much she doesn’t know about him—she didn’t see everything, or if she did, she can’t recall. She’s somewhat relieved by that; she’s never wanted to know more than Lu Guang was willing to tell her. But that does not mean she’s willing to let go of what she does recall.

When Qiao Ling looks at him and sees him watching Cheng Xiaoshi with that same, intent focus that he’s always had, she can feel the echoes of his pain, grief, anger, desperation. She rubs her fingers together and tries to chase away the blood from her hands again. She remembers, too, the numbness, followed by his determination. None of these even feel foreign to her because she knows, without a doubt, that she would feel exactly the same. She has felt it, because for a while there, she truly believed that she would lose both of them.

“Hey, Qiao Ling.” Cheng Xiaoshi snaps his fingers in front of her, breaking her out of her thoughts. She blinks. Lu Guang is now looking at her too, and for a moment, she wonders—if he sees Cheng Xiaoshi’s dead body, what does he see from her? “Qiao Ling!” Cheng Xiaoshi repeats impatiently.

“What?” she huffs, mentally shaking herself to return to the present.

“Can I have the cake now?”

“Oh.” She forgot she was still holding his plate. She hands it back. “Here. Remember to eat slower now!”

He rolls his eyes and bites into his cake. “Yeah, yeah. Nagging landlady…”

“What was that?”

As she and Cheng Xiaoshi devolve into childish banter once more, Lu Guang lets out a quiet huff of amusement.

***

Leave them be, Lu Guang said before Cheng Xiaoshi jumped into Li Tianxi’s past. It was a reminder, something he’s obviously said many times before. Qiao Ling understands the logic: the past has already happened. If things were to change, there would be no way to know it, and no way to predict what they would be coming back to.

Qiao Ling also understands exactly why Lu Guang would throw away his own rule.

***

“Lu Guang, help me with something,” she orders, standing and wiping imaginary dust from her skirt. Lu Guang follows her obediently into the backroom. Cheng Xiaoshi is happy to stay put and pretend he’s weaker than he is, which is exactly what she was counting on.

“What do you need?” Lu Guang asks when they stop in the middle of the room.

“Nothing actually,” Qiao Ling admits. She turns to him, meeting his eyes. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

The evening is winding down. Cheng Xiaoshi is getting tired, quicker than he usually would because for all that he has healed enough to be here, he’s still in recovery. She doubts he’ll ever be able to fall asleep faster than Lu Guang though. The phantom blood soaking her skin is too much for her to wait any longer; she has to do this now.

Lu Guang furrows his eyebrows. “Why?”

She picks at her nails as she says, “Did you know that someone with—with abilities like your own, when they die, they can transfer their powers?” His face doesn’t change, but Qiao Ling knows him well enough to catch the slight tensing of his jaw. His walls are starting to come up. She refuses to let him shut down.

Here is the crux of it all:

Qiao Ling would break time and space itself for her family, and Lu Guang has been suffering all on his own. She does not know what happened to that her who was left behind. She does not know what Lu Guang sees when he looks at her. But she does know that, to the her of right now, he is as much her family as Cheng Xiaoshi. She will never sit idle where either of them are involved.

“I know, Lu Guang,” she says, as gentle as she is firm. “But I don’t know everything. I need you to tell me, right now. And I know you will,” she breezes over him before he can protest, “because you may be good at keeping secrets, but you’re terrible at saying no to me. I’m going to help you. That’s non-negotiable.”

Qiao Ling is so tired of being left out.

This time, she will not leave them be. She is going to save Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang—and not even the gods themselves will stand in her way.

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mae-gi-writes · 1 year

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NOT THE FIRST, BUT THE LAST | CHAN 🌙

"I'm always going to be anxious about you."

Chan takes a sip of his drink, a cocktail of sorts, as his eyes find yours in the dim lighting of the bar. The sound of the waves in the distance renders it peaceful, the jazz music behind you fruity in its blend of musical instruments. There are a few people milling about on the public beach before you, but you find you cannot raise your gaze from the coke and rum in your hands.

"Care to elaborate?" He murmurs.

You sigh, "I'm just being petty."

You have been going out for more than four years after all. There's no one else you'd rather be with. And you know it's the same for him.

Yet, it always comes back to haunt you. A ghost from your past.

"I still want to hear it," there's a smile playing on his face. He feels like indulging in your childish manner today, "tell me."

"I..." you fumble with your glass. Take a sip. Swallow it down like it's medicine, "I..."

The words fail. It's so hard to talk of such things. Even the thought of it renders you speechless, annoyed, with that zpark of anger that follows.

He prods you with his shoulder, "c'mon. Spill it."

"Well," you start off as your hands find purchase in the fabric of the couch on which you're seated, "you know how your...you've had a girlfriend before me, right? And...I just hate the thought--it comes very rarely, but still--I hate the fact that you've experienced various things with her...that you--you did it all with her and I'm just--I'm never going to be the special first. You know? Like...there's always going to be someone else and when I think about it, it kinda makes me...i don't know, upset? Disappointed?"

There's silence as Chan takes in your words and you wonder whether you've strayed too far. It's obbiously no one's fault and yet, you don't want him to think you're just being dramatic. It is genuinely something that bothers you.

From the corner of your eye, you spot him taking another sip of his cocktail while mulling over your words. It's a long stretch of silence before he finally speaks up.

"I can't erase what I've experienced before you," he says slowly. His eyes find yours, reflecting the lustrous colours from the jazz bar beyond, red and gold and deep blue, "I understand what you feel sometimes. I can barely imagine your ex-boyfriend sneaking his hand down your shirt. It makes me uncomfortable," he purses his lips and one of his hands find your thigh before he rubs it in slow circles.

The movement spreads tingles of warmth up your body, unconsciously making you relax.

He continues, "but what I do know, is that the previous relationship I had makes me realize that ours is what I want. I love that we laugh and do stupid stuff together. I love that we talk, and I mean really talk, to each other. It sounds stupid, but it's true. I never really talked to my ex-girlfriend. I--I think that now, looking back, I should've definitely treated her better. It might sound bad but...yeah. it's the truth."

The music fades out as you concentrate on his words. Play them again. And again. A broken record on replay. You wish you can believe him. You will your heart to believe him. But it’s easier said than done. There’s so much fear, so much apprehension for the fact that you’ll never be his first and that, essentially, being first always wins, no matter what the result.

He probably notices the doubt on your face, for he’s quick to add, “and you know…of course I’ll compare you to her. That’s inevitable—“

You snort, “of course—“

“Well yeah it’s just natural,” Chan makes a grab for your hand, entwines them in his own. A rare occasion. He’s not one to touch so casually and you know for a fact that he’s no hand-holder, “but to be honest, it’s better. You’re better. And I’m not just saying that because I think you’re better than her, but you’re better for me. Maybe she was great too. She was perfect and we never had any fights. But that doesn’t mean she was it for me. I—I didn’t feel it. What we have.”

You sip down some more of your drink and grimace at the sting brought forth by the alcohol. His words ring with honesty, a fragility that settles in the distance between your two bodies. Love, care, tenderness. All of that wrapped up in those words like a gift he’s presenting to you.

You’re not convinced. It’s hard to when there are so many things you wish to improve on. You’re not perfect, but so is he. And what you do know, is that you trust Chan more than you can trust yourself.

In the brown eyes that glimmer in the reflection of the lights dancing upon your silhouettes, you wonder how much time it’ll take for all these scars to fade. You can’t help but hold his gaze, wanting, wishing to make sure that you’re his as much as he is yours.

“Come here,” he finally murmurs while his hand slips around your waist to pull you closer. His jaw finds solace at the side of your head and he can’t help but rock you back and forth with him, “I get it,” he says softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back as he does so, “I get why you might feel unsure about yourself.”

You hum into him in response.

“But I love you,” he continues in a whisper, “I don’t want you to neglect that fact.”

“I know,” you reply, “I love you too.”

It’s not great. But it’s a start. Everyone has to start somewhere in the first place, right? It’s never going to be enough and Chan’s previous encounters form a part of him. You can’t erase that fact, no matter how much you try.

But lying in his arms underneath the new moon rising in the horizon, you think that maybe it feels a little bit better just to have him holding you close like you’re the most precious thing in his world.

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hi could you talk about the first time fpk and grimm met after the hibernation?

oh absolutely, i would love to! i've thought about it so many times, so it might get quite long

after arriving in dirtmouth, it didn't take fpk long to notice the troupe tent looming in the distance. he's never seen it with his own eyes, but the crimson red glow and the energy it radiated were unmistakable. first, he was excited: grimm was there, he could see him again after all this time!

but the joy was quickly washed away by doubt and fear. what if grimm hated him for disappearing without a word? and what if he's already moved on, maybe even forgot about him? at that point, he had no idea how many years have passed. it could've been ten years, it could've been fifty. and worst of all, what if he already found someone else? it was clear to him by that moment that he loved grimm, he's loved him for many years, but he was slow, and so afraid of confessing his feelings. what if it was inappropriate? what if grimm didn't feel the same way? he could've sworn that he did, he realized at some point that grimm was often flirting with him. but what if his initial suspicions were right, what if that was just how grimm talked? he knew of grimm's history with all of his casual partners, what if he didn't actually mean any of what he said?

but eventually he got the courage to talk to him. he had to, even if it would break his heart, he had to see him at least one more time. he had nothing to lose at that point, and that tiny glimmer of hope that perhaps his doubts were wrong kept him going. he walked towards the tent, and when stopped by brumm, he asked to see the master. brumm reluctantly agreed when fpk mentioned they were friends, though he decided to keep a close eye on him in case he had suspicious motives

as for grimm, i talked before how much fpk's disappearance broke him. he thought he finally found his soulmate, and that they had all the time in the world to slowly build their relationship. he thought that way, it would actually mean something, unlike his casual flings. he loved fpk from the very first day they met, but he decided that this time he would keep his desires on a leash. he wanted to become friends with him first, and as time went on, he realized how much he valued this platonic bond. of course, he still wanted to take it further, but it was easy to see that fpk struggled with his feelings, and he wanted to give him all the time and space he needed to figure things out. but then the infection returned, and fpk disappeared. no warning, no goodbye. just gone. grimm felt the dream essence in the palace grounds where the remains of the palace stood, but no matter how much he wanted to, he could not enter the realm fpk presumably escaped to. was it intentional? or did he get abducted? he wouldn't know, it was outside of his reach, all because of his damned sister. he returned to hallownest a few more times, hoping that maybe the palace would be back where it's supposed to, but to no avail. and after some time he gave up. fpk was gone, he wasted his chance, and he was all alone again. safe to say, his heart was broken, and he changed. but since i already talked about this before, i won't get into too much detail. in short, he was depressed and lost hope

so you can imagine his shock and joy when he learned that his love was back. when he first saw fpk enter his tent room, he couldn't believe his eyes. he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, or that he saw a ghost. but no, it was real, fpk was standing there and staring right at him with those big, gorgeous eyes. grimm wasn't thinking when he dropped to his knees to embrace him, much to fpk's surprise. then grimm made tea and invited fpk to his chambers so they could relax and chat. he assured brumm that there was no reason to worry and he could leave them alone

they talked for what felt like hours, grimm wanted to know what happened to make him disappear, to which fpk started apologizing and told him that it was outside of his control and that he was sorry for leaving without a word. grimm didn't blame him for a second, he was too overjoyed to have him back. then it was his turn to share what he has been up to, so he told fpk of all of his travels and performances. he mentioned the vessel that was going to help with his ritual, but then vanished without a trace. and then, suddenly, fpk started stuttering and mumbling, before finally admitting to grimm that he loved him. grimm sat there for a moment, as if it took him a while to register that fpk did in fact say what he hoped he did. of course, as you'd expect from the wyrm, he immediately started apologizing, saying that he understands if grimm doesn't feel the same way. he never got to finish, as grimm stopped him with a kiss

there was no reason to delay things any further, they've known each other far better than anyone else did, by all accounts they've already done all the dating homework. so they didn't hold back for a moment. i guess you can imagine where i'm going with this. it was certainly a lot for fpk to process, it's been a while since he was intimate with anyone, and his love life with the white lady wasn't exactly as passionate as what he experienced here with grimm. the troupe master was more than aware of that, so he made sure to take a slower pace and make fpk as comfortable as possible. not to mention, he remembered how weak and skinny fpk was before his hibernation, and even though the latter was noticeably stronger and healthier since they last saw each other, grimm was still cautious. he didn't want to unintentionally hurt him, after all

naturally, fpk being fpk, he had to start doubting his worth afterwards. was grimm as happy as he was? or was he disappointed? soon after, grimm announced that he had to leave to finish the ritual that was interrupted, and fpk's mind was immediately thrown into turmoil. was that a sign that grimm wasn't satisfied? what if he's going to leave and never come back? he had so many questions, and all of the answers assumed the worst case scenario. grimm assured him that he would return shortly, but that didn't stop fpk from losing sleep over it and worrying. when grimm inevitably came back, fpk was genuinely surprised, but just as happy to see him again

grimm was more than satisfied, he was overjoyed. after all those years, and despite thinking he lost fpk forever, he finally found the soulmate he longed for. he quickly decided to settle down in dirtmouth with the troupe. there was no way he wouldn't spend all of the time he could with fpk and his family - this is what he wanted for many, many years, and he wouldn't allow himself to waste another chance. he genuinely, deeply loved fpk, and despite the latter's self-conscious thoughts, he's always seen him as beautiful, no amount of extra weight could change that. if anything, he was much happier to see him in this much healthier state, and the additional chub made fpk even more attractive in grimm's eyes. however, he still made sure to keep himself in check. sure, he could express his love for fpk in much more intimate ways now, but he didn't want it to appear that he only cared about that part of their relationship, especially with how intense he can get about it. they were lovers now, but at the end of the day, they were also best friends, and grimm wouldn't want anything else to overshadow that

i've already answered your question so i'm kind of just rambling now. but like i said, i've thought about their relationship so, so many times. they mean a lot to me and i find so much comfort thinking about their love for each other and how it evolved over time. no matter how cheesy and cliche it may be haha

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save

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Grant my wish, Genie! Part 2

Felt motivated, idea just stormed in so I just went ahead and did the writing, enjoy!

Here's part 1! ✌

Word count: 2111 words

You wake up by the annoying sound of the doorbell. You classify yourself as a morning person but who the fuck rings the doorbell for god knows how many times!?

*ring*

It never stops. What the fuck is happening?

You angrily stomp your feet, dragging yourself up and away from your beloved bed, rushing towards the door to finally know what’s causing all the commotion. You’ve got no deliveries for sure. You weren’t expecting any guests either. Even if the gods of Olympus were to get rid of you, they won’t need to ring the doorbell over and over. Or would they? For the sake of annoying you before finally vanquishing you from this world?

*ring*

You opened the door, your mind goes blank, everything is suddenly in slow motion. For a second there you thought a goddess was right before your eyes, rushing towards you is Yujin. On par with the beauties of any goddess you know, equipped with a stunning beauty and a killer body. You know for sure she was satisfied a week back when you granted her wish but you didn’t expect her to come back, even right before your expiry.

Rushing, Yujin went in for a needy kiss.

Dazed, you tried to push her away out of being flustered. She did not budge. Instead, after regaining your composure, you kissed back as if you haven’t saw Yujin in years. Savouring her mouth, playing and fighting with her tongue. Your hands roam towards her waist and onto her perky round ass. You squeeze her ass, despite wearing thick pants, you can feel her ass as if she was butt-naked.

She breaks the kiss “I.. I couldn’t stop thinking about that day.. every single day! Your cock, the way you fucked me, it was all perfect. Please mr. G, fuck me! I don’t even care about the wishes anymore. This is my wish, please grant this wish NOW.”

What you heard was enough, she wasn’t the only one longing for the other. You have to admit that in your lifetime, Yujin had the best cunt you’ve ever fucked.

You pull her close

*Snap!*

The familiar bedroom appears, still messy from getting up earlier but who cares? You’re gonna mess it all up again anyway.

Without hesitations you took Yujin’s top off, she answered by taking yours off as well before pulling you in for another kiss. More intimate this time rather than needy. You will never get tired of Yujin’s lips and her tongue, they’re a masterpiece made for you alone.

Breaking the kiss, Yujin slowly worked her way down kissing you from your lips, to your neck, and your chest and eventually reaching the peak of your summit raging. She pulled your pants down in a rush. You still couldn’t believe that she does not do this often. In just a matter of seconds your pants and underwear are already down, she stared at your manhood for a second.

“How did this even fit in me? It’s so big mr. G..”

You weren’t paying attention to what she was saying, you were admiring Yujin’s beauty from above. She looked so sexy wearing that black bra, you just had to grope those tits while she jerk you off while sucking and licking your balls. She kept licking that your knees are slowly getting weak. Eventually, Yujin slowly took your inches slowly in her mouth. You groan as she took the full length in her mouth, you hold her head to prevent her from moving away. As soon as you let go, she groaned in a relief and started bobbing her head in a quick pace while playing with your balls.

“How did you get this good in a weeks time!?”

She did not respond, she was way too focused on sucking and making you feel good. Her blows are on another level.

Sucking and bobbing her head, Yujin twirls her tongue on the peak of your summit, going for the casual deep throat that you absolutely love, the feeling of reaching her throat sends chills to your spine.

If this continues, Yujin will suck you dry. You reach for her back and unclasp her strap, she let her hands down for her bra to fall off naturally. You can’t resist her beauty, her body, her tits.

*Snap!*

Yujin’s pants disappears.

You carry Yujin by her armpits and pin her down on the bed.

*Snap!*

Ropes appeared on your hand, you get a hold of her hands and tied them together on the base of the bed making her unable to move her hands and put them down to hold you. You tease her by kissing her nose and her chin, but not her lips. You can tell she was waiting for it but instead you hungrily suck on her neck while fondling her right tit, pinching her hard nipple. Leaving hickeys all over her neck, moans filled the room. You move your hand off of her tits and slowly onto her cunt. She spread her legs naturally, waiting for your hand to violate her womanhood but you keep your hand right before her cunt, sucking her nipples left and right, you kept teasing Yujin.

“Please Genie! Put it in, please! I’m yours to fuck please!”

That was what you wanted to hear, her begs. You put in two fingers in her cunt, rapidly pulling out and re-inserting. Yujin was already so wet.

The once quiet room is now filled with moans and lust. You were gaining more power and more satisfaction.

You increased the pace of her fingers, making sure to insert the whole fingers without reducing the pace, you switch from sucking her nipples to giving hickeys on her neck.

“I’m cum- I’m cumming, Genie make me cum!”

You grant her wish by increasing the pace once more. Surely enough Yujin just needed a few more push, and she came.

Twitching, you can tell Yujin was getting weaker as she has already reached her climax, she’s in a very sensitive state. Her cunt is still squirting cum and you loved it.

“Who said you can rest?”

You align yourself on top of hers and forcefully impaled her cunt with your manhood which took her by surprise, she was in her most sensitive state, this made her twitch more intensely, arching her back upwards taking more of your cock. You move rapidly, you wanted to take advantage of her being fragile and weak. You inch your face closer to hers, but with no intention to kiss her. You’re close to her face but not close enough for her to reach you. You wanted to see her face, her expression while you’re ravishing her fragile idol body. She was moaning loudly, Yujin is desperately trying to reach your face to kiss you. Without increasing the rapid pace, you slam your hips harder making her eyes twitch. You reach for her pits and lick those flawless beauties. If you were to pick your favorite from Yujin’s body it’s definitely her pits and tits.

“I’m cumming again, Genie! So big! So good! Aahhhhh”

Once again, Yujin came. You can feel her wet folds release more liquid, lubricating her tight cunt more. This just motivated you even more, once again Yujin is taking you in, in her most fragile state. You increase the pace as you were also reaching your limit. You were surprised as Yujin was unconscious, probably fainted from being fucked too hard after cumming twice. You find Yujin so hot even being unconscious, soon enough you feel yourself nearing your limit. A few more push and Yujin was half-awake, moaning softly regaining consciousness.

“I’m cumming Yujin, Ahh!, ugh!”

“In..in me..Genie..”

Sure enough, with a few more push you came in Yujin.

*Snap!*

To be safe.

“Rest well”

You stroke her head, thanking her for extending your life once more.

You find yourself sleeping next to her after exhausting your energy completely.

A few hours after, you wake up to a naked Yujin staring at you clearly with admiration.

“What’s up with you with being naked and staring?”

“Nothing. I just find myself in this situation again, just like last week.”

“So is it true that everytime you satisfy your lust, your life also extends by a week? This keeps you alive?”

“It does, yes.”

“And you repay them with wishes, right?”

“Yes, get dressed. Let’s get something to eat and we’ll discuss your wishes.”

“Right, how many do I have?”

“I’ll give you 2. You passed out twice!”

“You were fucking me so hard after cumming twice!”

She get dressed and you snapped.

*Snap!*

You’re in the dining room. Yujin was searching for her pockets, she pulls out her phone.

When she found it, you were curious at what she was doing giggling and smiling towards her phone.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Hold on Genie, gotta call unnie real quick!”

With a smile on her face she positioned her phone on her ear..

“Unnie! It was great! It’s real, I’m telling you! Believe me just this one time, trust me! Go ahead, don’t be shy! I’ll get going now, bye!”

Yujin looked at you intently, smiling brightly.

“What?”

“Oh nothing!”

*ring*

Your doorbell rings..

Again, you weren’t expecting any guest.

“Tadaaa! I have a gift for you Genie. Remember when you told me that I could invite some friends over and you will grant them their wishes?”

“Yes?”

“Well, I have a friend whose in a bit of pinch right now. She could really use a genie..”

“Let’s go and meet her then.”

Hand in hand with Yujin, you walk towards the door. Yujin still smiling, as if she’s excited to present her gift to you.

You open the door slowly and found a marvelous lady standing shyly in front of your door. She could even pass as an angel you’re to be asked.

“H-hi.. I’m Minju, Yujin’s friend and ex-group member.”

She was wearing a black dress, she was looking stunning, like she just came from a sponsored event. You took a scan of Minju’s body. Her legs were long and toned, a waist same of an hourglass, and a perfect sized breast. You invited her to come in and join you and Yujin for dinner.

You hand Minju your calling card. Minju, obviously nervous took the card and read it. She kept glancing at Yujin, possibly for encouragement.

“Are you.. are you really a genie? I heard about Yujin’s mom. Doctors said it was a miracle.”

*Snap!*

And a fennec fox appeared in front of the table

“I heard people admire your resemblance with these creatures.”

Minju was shocked, her jaws dropped.

“Is this some kind of a magic trick?”

“No unnie! How about I use a wish now to prove it to you unnie?” Yujin butts in.

“Great idea my puppy! How about that Min?”

“I guess..”

“Grant my wish, Genie.. I wish a vibrator would appear on my hand right now.”

*Snap!*

And the vibrator appears

“That’s a waste of wish, you got one left.”

“It’s okay, I can get more wishes soon anyway.” She winks at you

Minju, still in disbelief after seeing the whole thing.

“What, what the!? Where did that came from Yujinnie?”

“I told you unnie, he’s for real! Tell him your problem, he’ll tell you what you have to do for it.”

“Wait, you didn’t tell her my methods Yujin?” You ask

“Well, I wanted to surprise her you know?”

“Fine! Well, to be exact... I am Mr. G, short for Genie, and I am a genie of lust. I gain life and power from lust. You give me sexual favors, I give you wishes depending on your performance.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Okay!? What do you mean okay?”

“Okay as in I understood.”

“You’re not even shocked, or even ask questions?”

“Honestly, I figured that would be the case considering how Yujin kept on talking about having sex with such a powerful guy. I guess I didn’t expect that powerful guy to be a genie.”

“Right, makes sense to me.”

“Depends on my performance right? I can wish for anything?”

“Anything. As long as you’re a good girl.”

“My contract on being an MC is expiring soon, I declined offers on being an idol again, but I’m not getting any acting gigs either. I need a job, If this is what it takes for me to still have exposure then so be it.”

Minju looks at Yujin

“I trust you Yujin, this better be real.. I’m..I’m risking myself here.”

“You won’t be disappointed unnie! Now, how about we get this show started. Right, Genie?”

“You bet.”

*Snap!*

#Yujin #yujin x male reader #kim minju

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