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babybluebex · 2 years

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okay but... high school sweethearts with grunauer but he promises if he survives the war he's coming back to marry you (and he does 😭)

oh my GOD baby boy peter grunauer 😭 i got carried away, per usual

The train whistled, signaling its eminent departure, and Peter turned back to look at you with wetness in his big brown eyes. He had been crying almost nonstop ever since he had gotten the draft letter; your Pete always did wear his heart on his sleeve. "I don't wanna go," he told you, grappling to grab your hand. "What-What if I flunk the eye test and they have to send me home?"

"Pete, please," you sighed. "You know you have to go."

"I know," Peter said softly. "I know..."

"I'll be right here, waiting for you to come back," you told him, and you reached up and righted the little cap he wore over his shorn curls. Your tears caught in your throat, and you uttered "Waiting for you to come home to me."

"What if I..." Peter began, dropping his eyes to look at your intertwined fingers. "What if I don't make it home?"

"You will," you told him firmly. The image of him got all wishy-washy as your eyes brimmed with tears, and you dragged him into a tight embrace. He smelled just like he always did, nice cologne and the sweet tang of his own body, but you took a deep breath of him. Who knew when the next time you'd see him was? Who knew if you'd ever see him again?

"Doll, you know," Peter started. His hands touched your back as he held you, his chin settling on your head, and he pressed a kiss into your victory-rolled hair. You had only gotten all dolled up to take one last photograph with Peter before he was shipped off, and the film was stuck in a tiny plastic container in your purse. "You know I ain't coming home."

"Don't say that," you sniffled. "Pete, don't you dare—"

"It's easier, y'know," Peter said. "If you pretend like I'm a lost cause. It won't hurt when it happens, and, if I do come home, it'll be a big surprise."

"You're not a lost cause," you told him. "Stop it. Just let me think for five minutes that I'll see you again. That I'll get to hold you and kiss you—"

The train whistled again, and Peter was quick to cup your cheek with his shaking hand and kiss you. His lips were soft against yours as he held you tight and kissed you, and he only broke the kiss with a heavy sigh. "I'm gonna marry you, doll," he said urgently; your time had come to an end. "When I get home, I'm marryin' you. How about that? Now I've gotta come home."

"You'd better," you sniffled, and you kissed him quickly again before he stepped away, back onto the train. "You'd better come back to me, Peter Grunauer, you hear me?"

"I hear you," Peter said. "Loud and clear, Mrs. Grunauer. I love—" The train blowing its final whistle drowned him out, and the chugging and clanking of the train only served to break your heart further. But you watched his lips form the word, you watched his big eyes as the door to the train car was closed, and you watched him as he pressed himself against a window to wave goodbye as the train departed. You couldn't watch anymore, though.

Two years. You got weekly letters from Peter for two years. Most of them had been heavily censored, his lead pencil marked out with black ink. No names, no destinations, not even what time of day he was writing the letter. Thankfully, the important parts, the parts about him loving you and coming home, persisted through the edits.

And then, one day in May, two years since he left, no letter came. Peter never missed a letter, not once. You kept every single one in a box under your bed, and you rifled through them as you tried to find any reason why he would miss a letter, other than the obvious. Maybe that letter had been too full of redacted material and the US Army hadn't even bothered to send the scrap along. That was your theory.

And then the next week came along, with no letter. And the week after that. And the week after that.

No word from Peter for four weeks, and you tried to keep your spirits up. He promised you he was coming home. He promised you that he would marry you. Peter made good on every promise he had ever made, all the way back to high school.

You had first met when you were 15 years old, when Peter asked to borrow a pencil in math class. He was handsome, in the boyish sort of way that he always had been— big brown eyes and freckled cheeks and plush pink lips— and you had fallen for him immediately. He was good to you, kind and funny and loving, and you had been together ever since then. And he had promised time and time again that he was going to marry you. "Just gotta get enough money for a ring," he always said with his charming smile. "And then I'm marrying you."

Then, the damn war. The damn draft.

You got a letter from the Army five weeks after Peter's last letter. It stated that Peter's paratrooper squad was shot down and that they had been unable to locate him, and to assume that he was either deceased or missing in action. You held the letter to your chest and collapsed in the doorway, heaving sobs from the very pit of your stomach. The letter was so clinical, no room for emotion, and it hurt. You wanted to destroy it, to tear it up or throw it into the fireplace, but you needed it. It was your last link to Peter.

You reread his letters every night. You looked forward to it, to mourning your husband-to-be. Eventually, you stopped calling him that and started calling him what he was: he was your husband, through and through. Reading his letters made it feel like he was there with you, and you needed the encouragement to get through the day. Your friends gave condolences and your parents hugged you when you cried, but nothing fixed your heartache like reading his letters.

The wound felt like it would never heal. Until a year later.

A knock came at your door just as you were setting down dinner for your parents, and you wiped your hands on your apron. "I'll get it," you told them. "Start eating, it's gonna get cold."

The knock came again, heavier, more intense, and you frowned. "Coming!" you called, and you wound your way through the house to the front door. Nobody ever used the front door of your house, always opting for the side door, and you couldn't imagine who was rapping on your door at this time of night. A third knock came, firmer than before, threatening to do the poor door right in, and you flung it open with a quick "Can I help you?"

Your heart stopped, your throat dried up, your eyes wetted with tears. You could hardly believe it. Your Peter stood there, looking worse for wear, deep wrinkles in his forehead with a slight limp as he stepped forward. But it was him. "I—" Peter started, and you sobbed out, grabbing him and pulling him into you. His arms grabbed you tightly, holding you even closer to him than ever, ever before, and he held your head close to his heart as he whispered, "I wanted to say somethin' funny, but, Jesus, you look so beautiful. My girl."

"How—" you sobbed. "I thought you were—"

"I know," Peter whispered. His chest was warm against the cold night, and you nestled close into him. "I thought I was too. How much do you know?"

"Your plane was shot down," you whimpered. "I-I was told to assume the worst."

"Yeah," Peter said softly. "Plane went down... We were in enemy territory, and I fucked myself up pretty good, broke my leg in two different places. But I survived, managed to get myself to a French family that took care of me. My leg didn't heal right and I walk like this now, but—"

"But you're home," you whispered. "You came home to me."

Peter angled your head up to look at him, deep in his dark brown eyes, and you finally pressed forward and kissed him. He tasted just the same as all those years ago, back before everything awful that could have happened did. But Peter was home.

"I promised you that I'd marry you," Peter said into your mouth, and he gripped you tightly. "And I'm gonna do it, doll."

#bex answers #jd 🥀#bex's 11k sleepover #peter grunauer #peter grunauer x reader #grunauer #grunauer overlord #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #bex's drabbles

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frizzle-tales · 1 year

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As soon as Jiyeon spotted the website, she could finally understand why Taehyung had asked; he planned on having lunch at one of her favorite places. She didn’t quite understand why, but nonetheless a small but cautious smile appeared on her features as he opened the menu.

“Their beef tomato noodles are really good, and their spicy chicken ones… I usually got the set menu with side salad and drink.” She answered him, but before she could recommend him any of the dessert options, a knock sounded from the door.

The constant touching; the rubbing of their fabrics, the nonstop traveling of his hands across her body, soon made Jiyeon ‘s face fluster a light shade of red. She muttered a weak ‘Okay’ when Taehyung spoke to her, but before she could get away from him, she was stopped and given a clear warning. “I… understand, Taehyung.” Jiyeon replied, a shiver running down her spine, stopping herself from dashing away from him when he finally did let her go.

Jiyeon opened the door to Taehyung’s assistant, and she noticed that Jiho was different than the others she had met so far. He wasn’t loud and yapping nor did he seemed to harbor any ill feelings towards Jiyeon, atleast… not yet.

“Huh?” Jiyeon turned to look at him, wondering if he really was addressing her with that… nickname, a nickname she always heard married couples who were madly in love say, not something she thought either of the two would use in their situation. “Alright…” She moved away from Jiho and sat on the sofa nearest to Taehyung.

Did she do something wrong?

—

It wasn’t long until Taehyung’s assistant returned back with their lunches, along with the change, and after a quick chat where Jiho checked with Taehyung if anything else needed to be done, Jiho left the two to enjoy their meal.

“Taehyung…” Jiyeon picked up the chopsticks, waiting for Taehyung to start before she could. “I was just wondering…” Jiyeon started as she opened the can of soda, not yet taking a sip. “What are we? I mean uhm… you know, for if people ask, what should I tell them that we are?” Jiyeon clarified, finally starting to eat when she saw Taehyung starting on his meal.

It has been so long until she had this taste. Maybe spending time with Taehyung wasn’t so bad afterall.

— 🎙️

"Yes. Mhm." Taehyung still sat at his desk. The corded phone held against his ear with one hand, while the other scribbled down information coming in from the other side of the line. "I'll give them a call back in a bit. Leave a message if you have to."

At that moment, Jiho stumbled in carrying two bags of take out. Silently, without needing his boss's direction, he took each container and drink out of the bag, setting them across the table. And after a brief check in with Taehyung, once the phone audibly hung up, he left the office behind.

"Yes, Jiyeonnie?" The man answered her, taking a seat next to the young woman. Normally, he's sit across from her. It was the perfect way to admire her features, learn more about her, observe her habits. But today something compelled him otherwise. He needed to be closer.

"Well isn't that a fascinating question." He mused once she finished, a grin pulling on his lips. "I suppose it is time for us to come up with a proper story now, isn't it?" Using his chopsticks, Taehyung pulled her bowl closer to him before trying a bite of the lunch she chose. "What do you think, hm? Let's see, if anyone asks.." He nudged it back towards her. "You're my fiancé. We met orientation day at your university, and have been inseparable ever since. That will be our story, do you understand?"

Though, his words did ignite some thoughts in his mind. Jiyeon, his little bird trapped in a cage.. She'd make such a wonderful partner. She was still young enough for her mind, her every thought, to be molded by him. Not to mention how inexperienced the poor thing was.

Its exactly the advice his father gave him oh so many years ago.

—

"You have to pick your women carefully, Taehyung." The boy's father spoke, his voice slightly hushed as the two crouched behind some dead bushes. "I tell you this from father to son--" Bullets clicked into the rifle's chamber, the sound creating a soft echo. "--Never choose a woman who's willing to throw themselves at you. They have no decency. And never go for one who catches just anybody's eye."

The gun lifted, aiming at a target through the twigs and branches.

"Remember, the younger they are, the easier it is for them to be taught. You need to be able to keep her in line."

In the distance, leaves crunched under the weight of a deer that stumbled into their line of sight.

"If she's a wild one, a woman with her own thoughts ..."

A blow bounced off the trees. Birds squawked, flying off in a panic. While in the distance, the animal dropped to the ground.

"... She'll never respect you. You want her sweet. Obedient. A beautiful gem only to you."

—

Perhaps after all, they were meant to meet. Jiyeon was meant to be his. It was beginning to look like the only reasonable explanation.

After their special lunch together, Taehyung returned to his work, leaving the young woman to her own devices on the sofa, until the clock ticked closer and closer to 5 p.m.

"Come on, sweetheart. Get up." Taehyung whispered from behind her, leaning ever so slightly over the back of the couch. "Let's go home now, shall we?" As she listened, he held out her jacket for her to slip her arms into. Once it was on her, his hands rested on her hips. "Don't forget our little story from earlier. We wouldn't want any slip ups, now would we?"

A snicker vibrated from his chest before one hand slid to Jiyeon's, intertwining their fingers before leading her out of his office.

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

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astaerion · 3 years

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#growth

VENOM 2018 • dir. Ruben Fleischer

#marveledit #venomedit #filmedit #dailyavengers #usertelevision #comicbookfilmsblog #dailyflicks #userstream #bbelcher #tuserej #useraurore #userclo #tusermerc #userbaz #*#fellas is it gay to say you and the alien parasite living inside you are one?#there is another 'we are venom' moment in let there be carnage but that wouldn't completely fit here #and i don't have an hd version of the film yet #but when i get my hands on it oh boy i'll be making gifs nonstop

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fanfic-wonderland · 3 years

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Alive. [Jeong Yunho]

Summary: You and Yunho are roommates, but not in the way that one would think.

Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst maybe

Warnings: None

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You're so busy going back and forth, from reading the book laying on your side to taking notes on the notebook on your lap, that you fail to notice the way the tall boy is watching you closely, his body mimicking your position as he sits on the other side of the couch with his legs crossed. You only turn your whole focus to him when you catch a glance of the way he shifts, through the corner of your eye. "Sorry, Yunho," you give him an apologetic look. "I know I said I'd spend the rest of the day with you, but I promise that as soon as I'm done with this I'll be all yours."

"Oh, that's okay," he says with a small shake of his head. "I like watching you do homework."

You chuckle. "Creepy much?"

"Not like that." He rolls his eyes, but laughs along. "You just look cute when you're concentrated on something."

"You're telling me that I look cute right now, wearing this stained shirt and with my hair going in each direction?"

"Well, I happen to think so." Yunho shrugs.

You shake your head. "Oh, you poor thing. You really need glasses."

"I really doubt that someone like me needs glasses at this point." he jokes.

"Funny."

Another hour goes by before you're finally done with college work for the day, and you could not be more relieved by that. You turn to Yunho, who has thrown his head back to look up at the ceiling. "So, what do you wanna do?"

He looks at you with wide, excited eyes. "You're done already?"

When you nod, he grins, scooting closer to you as you put all of your things aside on the coffee table. "Can we watch a movie?" he asks with a hopeful tone.

You smile, because there is no way you could ever deny him anything. "Of course we can."

You let him choose the movie this time. Ever since you introduced him to streaming platforms, he has been asking to watch movies nonstop, but you are always the one to pick what to watch. Not because you necessarily want to, but because he always asks you to do it. You know more about the most recent films, after all.

It takes a while for him to pick -he's either seen the movies with you already, or he has not heard of them at all-, but he finally lands on a random comedy movie that catches his attention, which you play immediately. You only remember the first half; It's not a bad movie, you've definitely laughed at some parts, but sleep begins to overtake you in the blink of an eye. You feel bad because Yunho has been looking forward to spending time with you for a while, and now that he actually gets to do so you're half-asleep. You start giving in to it before you could realize, and soon you know it you're completely gone. It doesn't feel like too much time has passed, though, when you hear him calling your name. You wake up with a small jump after you come back to your senses. "Aren't we going to watch the movie?" you ask him while rubbing the sleep off of your eyes.

He laughs softly. "The movie is already over, dummy."

Surely enough, when you turn to the screen in front of you the credits are already rolling. That only makes you feel worse. "Oh my God, Yunho, I'm so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" he furrows his eyebrows. "You don't have to apologize for anything."

"I ruined our only time together." you frown.

"No, you didn't. You're tired, and It's understandable because you've been working really hard lately." you notice how his hand goes up to reach out and touch you, but then quickly decides against it. "Besides, we're technically always together."

"Yeah, but I'm always busy." you say with a disappointed sigh.

He gives you a reassuring smile. "You know your presence is more than enough for me, right?" before you can say anything to that, he stands up. "Anyway, you should definitely go to bed now, It's getting late."

Once you brush your teeth and change into something more comfortable, you do not waste any more time to get into bed. Yunho stands near the doorway in order to turn the lights off. "Stay with me." you tell him when you see him opening the door to leave.

There is a small moment of silence before the door finally closes again, and he's laying next to you in no time. You lay on your side so that you can take a better look at him; he's also facing you. It's nice and comfortable; you have never felt otherwise around him. "Y/N," he speaks quietly. "thank you."

You're confused. "Why are you thanking me?"

"Because, thanks to you, now I don't have to live inside these walls on my own any longer" he answers, not once breaking eye contact with you. "I don't think you realize this, but you make me feel alive again."

You smile sleepily. Without thinking, your hand reaches up to caress his cheek, but you are only met with the coldest sensation. You can't feel the softness of his skin under your fingertips, just an empty void. Although you already know that's going to happen everytime you try, a small part of you never stops hoping that one day you come in contact with the person right in front of you, with his flesh and bones and a beating heart. "I wish I could touch you." you whisper.

He stares at you, the saddest you've ever seen him. So much different than his usual, cheery self. "Trust me, everyday I wish I could hug, kiss, and just feel you in every way possible."

You don't want to feel sad about this for the thousandth time because, whether you like or not, this is both of your realities, and there is nothing you can do to change it. The only thing that helps is that you get to be with him until you ever decide to move out, which you are certain that that will not happen any time sooner, because you really cannot imagine your life without him. Even if you are not able to live a normal life with him, you will always choose him over anyone or anything.

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doubledgesword-2 · 3 years

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

#hisoka x reader #hisoka fanfiction #hunter x hunter fanfic #hunter xhunter #hxh #hisoka x y/n #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka x you #hisoka morrow #illumi hunter x hunter #illumi x reader #illumi x you #illumi x y/n #chrollo hxh #chrollo x reader #chrollo x y/n #fanfiction requests

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l000ey · 6 years

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the queen and the jester → r.d

pairing; song mino x rae dara (ft. dong youngbae and mentions of lee chaerin, park bom, min hyorin and kwon jiyong)

summary; Red needs to forget everything and Mino wants to helps her

warning; bad language

note; yes, they fucked but Mino is not the only one Red has had sex with after her breakup with GD.....

2014

People smiled and laughed happily as they talked to their friends or acquaintances while Red was sitting there with a glass of the strongest alcohol she could have found in the bar of the huge hotel where they were celebrating the end of the year party. She sighed and turned to see her best friend when she felt that he was sitting next to she.

"Are you gonna stay like that all night?" The girl shrugged at the question. Taeyang sighed as he looked for Chaerin but she was very busy dancing with Hyorin and Bom, he made a face that showed his displeasure when he saw his leader dancing with that girl he had brought to the party.

He looked at the brunette only to realize that she was also looking at Jiyong and that model devouring in the middle of the dance floor. Dara sighed and drank another swallow from her glass. "I think I'll go home."

"But there is only one hour left for it to be New Year" With his right hand he gave a slight squeeze on her leg, trying to give her encouragement but she ignored it by going back to drink another drink "D, stay. Do not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wrong. "

"I think he's already satisfied enough." She pointed out how the girl intertwined her fingers in the rapper's hair and bit his lips. She let out a bitter laugh and stood up, alarming Youngbae.

"Uh, uh, where are you going?" He got up too when he saw her staggering, helped her sit down again.

"I need a cigarette, maybe two or three." She opened her purse and pulled out a packet of tobacco next to a cigarette lighter. The white-haired man sighed again before snatching the bag, earning a complaint from the best "Yah, give me that."

"No" He said curtly.

"Youngbae, please. I need to get out of here, I want to go home.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his stomach, the singer growled looking for someone to help him with the twenty three years old baby. The only one who seemed to be in his five senses was the rapper of the group of boys who had debuted about a year ago, what was his name? Oh, yes, Mino.

"You" He pointed to the boy, who was sitting at a few tables beyond. The dark haired man frowned and pointed, Youngbae nodded "Come here."

"Yes, hyung?" Mino waved at him but Taeyang stopped him.

"I need your help, have you drunk?" The boy denied and he smiled "Perfect! Well, you're going to help Red get home. "

"Ah, I'm not so drunk." Red, who was watching them still sitting in her place, frowned annoyed. "I do not need a babysitter, Youngbae."

"Oh, believe me you need it." He handed the bag to the young man and helped his friend get up while she complained nonstop. Mino frowned without understanding anything, his sunbae looked sad and did not understand the reasons why she could be but nevertheless remained silent. The older one looked at him. "Help her get home and then come back if you want. If you do, I'll talk to the CEO to give you a solo album. "

Red rolled her eyes at the exaggerations of her best friend, snatched the bag from her hoobae and picked up a cigar ready to be smoked. She looked at the dark haired man "Are we going?"

"Eh, yes." He nodded quickly receiving her bag again and started to walk to get to it but his hyung's hand on his arm stopped him.

"Take care of her. She's not anybody, you know?” He nodded and started running toward the girl who had stopped at the door as soon as she realized he was not following her.

Both walked in silence through the hotel corridors until they reached the elevator. Red sighed as soon as Mino hit the button that would take them down.

“Mino”.

"Yes?" He turned quickly to see if she needed anything. He inspected her with his eyes, curious about his senior, but everything seemed fine with her, so he waited for her to speak.

"Can we go somewhere other than my house, please? I do not want to be there, I need fresh air.” She did not look at it for a second as she spoke, her eyes were lost on the floor of the elevator.

"But Taeyang hyung said that ..."

"I know what your hyung said, but I want to breathe and if you're going to be my babysitter at least does that for me." Her green eyes finally settled on him and all he could do was nod. He was afraid to screw everything and have her thrown him out of the agency. He approached the panel and pressed the button on the sixth floor making the girl look at him confused. "What are you doing?"

"I rented a room because I thought about drinking until I forgot my name so we can go there. You can smoke, there is a terrace. "He explained before leaving the wall and standing in front of the doors.

"Wow, I did not even think about asking for a room. Very clever, Song” The boy smiled at the words of the eldest and offered his hand to help her out of the elevator. They walked hand in hand to the room where Mino had to let her go to open the door. He let her pass first in a gentlemanly act. Red smiled to see the room, it was beautiful "You can go back to the party if you want, I will smoke a while and then I will go to my house. Do not miss the fun because of me. "

Mino laughed leaving the bag on one of the bedside tables after closing the door "It was not a fun party. It was pretty boring, I would say. I'll stay and when you want to leave I'll take you home. I promised hyung that I would take care of you."

"Well, thanks." She smiled at him, running the curtains so she could have access to the terrace. She turned around and looked at him still smiling. "And stop talking to me in a formal way, we've known each other for many years, I think we're close enough to talk to me like that."

He followed her to the terrace. "You're older than me and everyone knows you do not like honorific so I had to be respectful in some way." He watched her take off her heels and throw them away from her. He laughed thinking about how cute she was doing that pout looked when he saw the wonderful views of the Seoul night that the room had.

"Thank you for bringing me here." She looked at him, ignoring the fact that she had caught him looking at her and smiled at him and then looked again at the illuminated city. "It's just what I needed."

He followed her example and sat in the other chair. "I'm glad I was helpful."

Silence filtered again between the two, the only thing you could hear was the cigarette burn and music away from the party a couple of floors above. Dara sighed letting out the smoke, her sigh caught the attention of the rapper, who turned his head to look at her.

"C-can I ask you something?"

The brunette laughed "You've done it but yes, go ahead."

"Why are you so down? It's been a while since I've noticed it. You almost never smile and if you do it is a fake smile, you just drink and smoke and spend most of your time in your studio or at home "He looked at her worried" Is everything all right? "

Just as he said, she forced a smile, feeling her eyes watering so she looked away from him. Mino did not stop looking at her for a moment so, despite her effort to keep the tears out of sight, he saw her cry. He got up and knelt by her side while rubbing her arm trying to comfort her.

"Hey, it's fine. You can cry if you want. "He trailed his other hand down her back and hugged her while she hid her face in his chest. A few minutes later she stopped sobbing but both continued in the same position "Do you want to tell me what happened?".

"Jiyong and I have broken up and the son of a bitch has brought a slut to the party. He was eating her mouth in front of me!” She exclaimed and shrugged closer to the warm body of the boy" I know we're not together anymore and he's free to do whatever he wants but I do not know...show some respect at least? "

"He should have waited a little longer to take someone to an event at the company." The black-haired agreed, she nodded away from his arms causing a cold to immediately spread through his skin.

"Exact. Thank you.” She accepted the handkerchief for which Mino had entered the room and carefully cleaned her face but could not continue because the boy took it from her hands and began to clean it.

"Let me do it" he murmured and began to spread the silk over her skin carefully, with too much care, as if she were the most precious and weak thing that he could have in his hands and that he should take care of. "I think hyung is stupid, not only for today but for leaving you. He's crazy about leaving a queen like you without a king. "

Dara moved slightly away from his touch leaving his cleaning job in half. She looked into his eyes and frowned thinking about why the hell she should have fallen in love with Jiyong instead of Mino. Without realizing her lips were already glued to his and her body was sitting on his lap.

She moaned when his tongue entered her mouth. She quickly brought her hands to his hair, that hair so well combed and cut that since she had seen it had made her want to run her fingers through it and ruffle it. The fireworks began to explode in front of them and the shouts of happiness of their record companions sounded in the distance. 2015 had already arrived.

Mino broke the kiss by separating from her, very little but for them it felt like being millions of miles away from each other. He looked at her confused.

"Help me to forget him, please" She whispered and he, even knowing that this would bring consequences, nodded before returning to stick his lips with hers and get up with her in his arms. He walked with a determined step towards the room where he approached the bed and placed her gently on top of it.

Mino pulled away to take off his shoes while Dara unzipped her dress. He came quickly to her after he had discarded his jacket and kissed her again before helping her to get rid of that dress that looked very expensive although he did not regret to see that under the dress there was a fine lingerie. He bit his lower lip with such force that it seemed that at any moment he would bleed, the brunnette took him from his tie and pulled him closer to her. He joined her lips again while she unbuttoned his shirt. Mino's mind kept telling him that this was probably a dream and that he enjoyed it because he would never experience such a real dream again.

"Mino" She sighed his name when his lips took hold of the skin of her neck, he growled happy to hear his name leave her lips and continued sucking her smooth and soft skin. He spent minutes on each part of her body, did not leave a corner without kissing while whispering how beautiful she was making her sigh happily.

He pulled away from the skin of her stomach and looked at her, eyes closed and moaning for him. He smiled and went down to kiss her on the lips this time.

"Mino” She whispered again when the kiss broke.

"Yes?" He pulled their sweaty foreheads together as his hands danced around the curves of her body.

The look she gave him said too many things, said he would help her, that she needed love, that she missed her family, that she felt...empty but she did not say anything of that.

"Mino, fuck me." She said instead.

Hours later the boy looked at her back where that stupid tattoo rested while she slept soundly after her attempt to forget Kwon Jiyong. Mino grimaced without stop looking at the tattoo, that tattoo that was famous throughout Asia, that tattoo that symbolized the eternal love that the king and queen swore to have before all but that in the end it would only be a scar on the skin of the queen that would remember her for life to the king.

And Mino did not like that because he knew that this, what had just happened and for what she asked so much, would be nothing more than a secret story that would be between them and that soon she would run into the arms of the king as soon as he was, realized how stupid he is and asked for forgiveness. And then there would be him, the funny but lonely jester who loves the queen in secret like many others.

He sighed and turned around, ready to say goodbye to the beautiful but tragic night that had just passed in front of him.

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