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devilishchaos · 9 months

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Hi, I just read your Miami fic and it was awesome! If your requests are open, could write more Rúben smut, where is making love you to during your anniversary night, him being really gentle and end up with cockwarming until morning xx

Anniversary | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben have soft anniversary sex.

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), explicit talk, unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa", size talk just for a sec, google translated portuguese

AN: Thank you so much. I loved this request, I just had to deliver <3 They have sex in the morning, I hope this is okay with you :) enjoy x

Word Count: 2 143 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes opened slowly as you were dragged out of your dream. You felt fingertips gently trailing up and down your bare spine, the touch a familiar one.

Rúben laid next to you in bed, though he’d been awake for a while. The noise coming from the raging storm outside had stirred him out from his own sleep. He enjoyed laying in the dark, listening to the storm and tracing shapes onto your skin. He loved to feel the movements of your steady breathing under his touch, it brought him comfort that nothing else could.

Your eyes adjusted to the dark, watching lightning flash behind the sheer curtains. You had no idea what time it was, the storm making the sky pitch-black.

“Good morning, meu amor.” he spoke in his deep, husky morning voice. You rolled over to face him, offering a sleepy smile. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. Nothing about this morning was rushed. You and Rúben were in your own little world.

Your fingers went into his soft hair, deepening your kiss.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get home earlier last night.” Rúben apologized softly when the two of you split for air.

“It’s okay, amor.” you said quietly, letting him slot one of his legs between yours.

Rúben had gotten caught up at the Etihad Campus the night before, filming content for the City youtube channel, and you were already in bed when he’d finally returned. He had managed not to wake you as he climbed into bed and you were just happy to wake up to him in the morning.

His lips were back on yours then, his hand on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. He had stripped down everything before getting in bed the night before and you hadn’t bothered to get dressed after a bath.

It was all skin-to-skin contact, warm and soft, as you sleepily made out in bed. You sighed quietly into Rúben’s mouth and he smiled against your lips.

“Happy anniversary. Eu te amo.” you whispered softly as he kissed your neck and he hummed against your skin before pulling back to look at you.

“Happy anniversary, princesa. Te amo mais.” he said, rolling you over so he was on top of you.

You shuddered as thunder shook the house, rolling through the city. Rúben smiled gently down at you and you exhaled deeply as he kissed down your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” he hummed against your skin, making you blush at his sweetness.

“It’s dark.” you giggled quietly.

“I know what you look like.” he defended himself as his tongue pushed out from between his swollen lips, flicking over the perked bud in the center of your breast while his long fingers knead and twist the other. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as your jaw falls slack, panting breaths filling the quiet between the two of you. When he scrapes his teeth over your sensitive skin, your breath comes out as a moan and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your breast.

Rúben’s knee disappears from between your legs, leaving your damp, throbbing center with nothing to push against, and you whimper slightly. “Shh..” he murmurs against your skin and shifts his body so that he’s on his knees in front of you, pressing his mouth to your sternum, down your stomach as his fingers grab greedily at your hips.

When he looks back up at you, eyes hazy and heavy with lust, bright red spots appearing over your skin where he’s mouthed at your body, hair mussed from his fingers, Rúben can’t stop himself from letting an eyebrow slide up, a smile forming on his lips.

When he leans back into your body, his lips fast and sloppy now as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, you let your head fall back against the silky pillow and your fingers ghost up to curl in his hair. Rúben’s hands slide behind your thighs, gripping the swell of your ass before he tugs you, to the edge of the bed. You jerk forward, grateful for the closeness he has created as his shoulders press in between your thighs.

“Rúben- ” you whisper and you realize it’s the first word either of you have spoken in a while amidst the sounds of moans and panting.

“Shh, babygirl.” he says, taking your face in between his hands. He brings your face to his, pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth “Let me love on you.” he pulls back from your lips and his hands slide to your shoulders to gently push you back against the bed. Rúben’s head dips and you feel his warm mouth pressing against the top of one thigh, then the other. When his hands grip your knees, sliding your legs farther open, you feel your heart racing in your chest with anticipation.

Rúben’s facial hair tickles where it comes in contact with your thigh as his mouth trails down the inside of your thigh, pressing a gentle kiss where the skin dips between the swell of your thigh and your sex. When he replaces his lips with his teeth, biting suddenly and harshly, your thighs try to come together, closing around his head as you gasp. You relax your muscles as his teeth ease and he pulls back slightly to run his tongue over the indents he’s left behind in your skin.

You push a hand into his hair, pushing the bangs back and digging your nails into his scalp as his head dips to the other thigh. Rúben replays the same touches, biting and soothing your soft skin on the other side, and you feel your chest rumble with a moan as you think about the matching bruises you’ll be sporting on the insides of your thighs for the next few days. His fingers slip in between your folds, sliding through the slick arousal that he’s built in your core.

“Ohh, Rúben..” you whisper, not sure what you’re going to say - maybe, “you don’t have to.” or “please, just put your dick in me..now.” - but he cuts you off.

“Don’t speak.” he says, glancing up at you from between your thighs and you can feel his words against your throbbing centre. You hold his eyes with your own for a moment, seeing the glint of lust and passion in his, and nod slowly.

“Be my good girl.” he purrs, the words slightly muffled as he presses them into your slick lips and you feel a shiver running down your entire body.

With one last glance up at you, Rúben’s mouth presses to your core, parting your swollen lips with his fingers so he can slide his tongue from your throbbing hole to the swollen bundle of nerves above it. His tongue, wide and gentle, slides over your pussy, forcing you to roll your hips slightly over his face. His nose brushes against your clit with the motion and you gasp at the friction. Rúben takes this as a cue, bringing his mouth up to the sensitive bead and sucking it between his lips. He rolls his tongue over it then around as he suckles gently. Your fingers curl, scratching his scalp as you slightly force his face closer, desperate for more.

“Oh, God..” you gasp, your back arching slightly and Rúben’s hand disappears from where it’s been kneading the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. Two of his fingers are suddenly pressed against your hole, teasing before sliding in easily in your vagina. You feel him filling you, knuckle by knuckle, as he continues to move his tongue over your swollen bud.

Rúben’s fingers curl inside of you before he pulls back slightly, beginning to use his hand to thrust deep into the part of you that aches with how badly you want him, how badly you need him. His fingers slide against your walls, satisfying that part of your brain that’s been crying out for more. Amidst your own panting and whimpers, you hear him say something, mouth still between your legs and you push his head back from your thighs.

“What did you say?” you ask breathless as your chest expands rapidly, your cheeks hot as he looks up at you.

“I love you so much, baby.” Rúben says, and the look on his face is like he’s drunk “‘I’m so lucky..” he says again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you with each word “..lucky to know you..” he presses another kiss to your other thigh “..lucky to touch you..” his mouth is against your clit “..lucky to love you.”

He runs his tongue over it, to ghost over your sensitive bud, bringing it back between his lips, and this time he lets his teeth scrape gently over it right as he slams his fingers deep into your body. The feeling that’s been building in your core, the tightness that has had you writhing under his touch, suddenly peaks and your jaw drops open, your hips thrusting against his hand and mouth as your fingers grip his head.

Rúben’s fingers make smaller pushes now, gently guiding you down as he keeps his mouth in place, his tongue running over the pulsing swell in his mouth. Your muscles tighten around his fingers, gripping him as you spasm through your release. When your body finally eases, the muscles in your body loosen as your release washes through your body, Rúben pulls his hand away from you, sitting back on his heels as he wipes the back of his hand over his slick chin and lips.

Despite the storm outside, you felt safe with Rúben and you were melting in the softness of the moment.

“Ready?” Rúben asked, kissing your lips before settling between your legs. You reached your hands out to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing the backs of your hands.

“Want me to hold your hands?”

“Yes, please.” you nodded and he smiled in the dark.

Your breath caught in your throat as Rúben eased inside of you. He praised you for taking him in so well and you breathed as you adjusted to his cock. You never quite got used to how big Rúben was, despite your frequent sex life. Once he bottomed out, he stilled for a few moments to let the dull ache subside.

“I love feeling you stretch to take all of me in.” he hummed, and you squeezed his hands. His lips brushed over your cheekbone, pressing gentle kisses on your face.

“Rúbenn..” you moaned as he slowly rocked his hips, pushing all the way into you. His breathing grew heavier as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

You let go of one of his hands to pull him down to kiss him passionately as he continued to thrust into you. You were like velvet around him, every part of you so soft. You were addicting and Rúben was mesmerized by how perfect you were for him.

“Rú, I- I want- ” you were cut off with a gasp as the head of his dick brushed against your g-spot.

“Tell me, amor. What do you want?”

“I want to be on top.” you got out through whimpers of pleasure.

Rúben snuck an arm under you, holding you tightly against him, staying nestled deep inside of you. He moved to sit up against the headboard, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his, nearly crying out at the deeper angle.

“I love seeing you ride me like this.” he praised, reaching down to gently massage your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him. You kept your movements slow and steady, the pleasure making Rúben’s head fall back. You kissed the column of his throat, his deep moan sending a wave of arousal through you.

“Babe, I’m so close..” you whimpered and he increased the pressure on your clit, making you cry out his name.

“Cum for me, baby..cum all over me.” Rúben breathed and a shiver rolled down your spine. You rolled forward as you came, squeezing your husband’s shoulders. Your breathing became uneven as your nerves sparked with electricity. The sight of you coming undone above him had Rúben spilling inside of you with a deep moan that echoed through your bedroom, mixing with a boom of thunder.

I love you’s were murmured in the dark, kisses pressed to your head as you caught your breath. You laid on Rúben’s chest, keeping him buried deep inside of you, even after you were done. You squirmed a bit at first, but Rúben rubbed your back lightly and your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being full.

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derinthescarletpescatarian · 3 months

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Derin. I'm going to kill you.

I've been 'at work' for the last 11 hours. I spent 10 of them trapped in your completely normal spaceship. I'm only at chapter 63. How long is this thing?? I'm going to dig around for a wordcount because I would have finished any reasonably lengthed story 6 hours ago.

Also, I'm adding this to the list of 'reasons I should get assessed for ADHD'. I'm just very, very glad I'm not a doctor and absolutely not late for surgery.

My brain has been vibrating aggressively since I started reading. I'm so freaking glad I started reading at 9am instead of, say, 3:30pm.

(This story has been on my tbr for at least a year and I am so glad I put it off for this long— I'm pretty sure I'm getting optimal enjoyment out of it.)

I saved you ten hours of being bored at work! You're welcome!

Chapter 139 just went up (143 for patrons, who are 4 chapters ahead), and it's looking like it'll finish... maybe somewhere around chapter 180-ish? Glad you're enjoying it!

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gimmeurtmi · 2 years

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code name: brat? — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, good girl gone bratty, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, phone sex, edging, roleplay, reader is into minho wearing the police uniform, light choking, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation a bit, angsty, use of "good girl", "brat", "sir", some light degradation, praising, lmk if i forgot any!

inspo: the making of case 143, 11:48. and just.. minho in that outfit.

notes: i got soooo carried away with this. it's also completely self indulgent lmao but yeah. also--cops are not attractive to me, lee minho is. thanks.

{ wc: 7531 }

it was normal for you to text your boyfriend throughout the day—his work and yours meaning it was only rare you got to spend most of the day together. so the pair of you usually told the other what you were getting up to via text and pictures, to feel closer to each other.

however, it was less normal for you to react so… physically to one of his completely normal texts.

you were having lunch with your friends, a small buzz from your phone pulling you away from the conversation momentarily.

bunny<3: this outfit is stupid but at least it’s one of the comfiest ones we have this shoot

and attached below was a picture of him dressed as a police officer. he took it in front of a mirror, so you could clearly see exactly how the outfit looked on him.

in your opinion, it was anything but stupid. the tan coloured trousers sat beautifully around his thighs, even if they were baggy, but your eyes immediately went to the thick chain around his neck and the inappropriate thoughts it provoked into your brain.

you: don’t look stupid at all. how’s the shoot going?

bunny<3: smooth so far. you think it looks alright?

you: yeah nice

you replied, trying your best to show some decorum. you didn’t want to thirst over your boyfriend to his face; he would never let you hear the end of it.

you got back to your conversation, adding your opinion on your friend’s enormous crush on their co-worker, but then your phone buzzed again.

you opened up another message from your boyfriend, a second picture attached.

it was a picture of his lap, his thighs spread over a leather seat, you guessed he was sitting in a car, and in front of his lap was his hand holding a pink heart. it had a face on it, and you recognised it as a new visual concept of their comeback.

bunny<3: i took pipi hostage

you: oh is that his name?

you: what are your terms of releasing the poor fluffy thing?

you: also why are you in a car i thought it was a long shoot today

bunny<3: give me a kiss and i’ll release him

bunny<3: i am in a car for work purposes

and attached was a picture of minho leaning against a police car, changbin in the background wearing a similar outfit. he didn’t look nearly as good as minho.

he had his hands stuffed into his pockets, accentuating his thighs as well as his forearms.

you almost felt the need to grab his biceps tightly like you did in much more intimate settings.

then, for no reason other than to torment yourself, you swiped back to the previous picture he sent, spending a precious amount of time taking in the way his lap looked so inviting, the way his fingers wrapped around the pink plush, the way you wished his fingers were on you, or in you, at that very exact moment.

you: oh my god

is the best you could reply with, quickly locking your phone to focus on the conversation around you. you had no idea what your friends were talking about.

bunny<3: ?

you: you just look very nice

bunny<3: thanks.

you: are you gonna be wearing that outfit often?

bunny<3: probably. why?

you took in a big breathe, daring yourself to be bold, and quickly typed out the following message.

you: we need to find a time for you to fuck me in that outfit.

you shoved your phone in your pocket straight after.

it was only after you ordered dessert, some forty minutes later, that he replied.

bunny<3: are you serious?

you: haha of course not :)

bunny<3: if you are, be honest

you: yeah, serious

bunny<3: why?? does the outfit turn you on?

you: why am i being honest if you’re judging me???

bunny<3: i’m not judging you baby i just don’t understand

you: maybe i’m imagining some cheesy porn storyline

bunny<3: fucking your way out of a ticket?

you: oh god yeah

bunny<3: my good girl imagining herself getting in trouble..?

bunny<3: so not like you

you: but that outfit, min… you look so so good in it

bunny<3: you’re never bratty though

you: who said i’d be bratty? if i got in trouble i’d be so so good just to get out of it

bunny<3: so you’d still be good for me?

you: always <3

bunny<3: i gotta get back to work my love. but don’t stop yourself from sharing some more of these wonderful thoughts

bunny<3: i love when your mind comes up with dirty shit

at that you pulled your phone away, smiling to yourself, and earning a comment about how whipped you were. you rolled your eyes bashfully. they were not wrong.

after getting through your day you were back home, under your warm blanket. the cats were playing away in the other room, as was evident by the meows echoing through the walls of your otherwise empty flat. minho still wasn’t home, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find other ways to entertain yourself.

you still had the pictures he sent you after all.

you let your imagination wander, thinking about what his outfit was doing to you—and feeling it, too. your body was on fire as you touched yourself, imagining it was him instead with the tight black shirt on. imagining you were pulling him closer by his big black vest.

you decided it was wrong of you to be selfish.

you: thinking of riding you in the back of that police car while you wait to bring me into the station

you didn’t get an answer, and you doubt you would anytime soon. to make it just a little more interesting, though, you snapped a picture of your lap—your hand disappearing into your underwear.

bunny<3: i don’t quite remember telling you you could touch

you: oh, didn’t realise it was against the law to make myself cum while my boyfriend is too busy to do it for me

bunny<3: think of your next words carefully.

bunny<3: are you still touching?

you knew that was his way of telling you to stop, but really, it just made you go faster. there was something incredibly exciting about not listening to him for once. about breaking the rules.

you: yes. it feels so good, too. rubbing my clit thinking about you and your gorgeous hands..

you: bet you look soooo good dancing in that outfit too.

as if he knew you’d say that, a video came through next—of minho and his dance partners, felix and hyunjin, practicing their choreography while the crew were moving a few props in the background.

minho was counting them down, and you barely even realised there were two other people dancing in the video next to him. your eyes were glued to him, to his body, to his intense stare as he moved in perfect sync with his partners. the chain around his neck bounced a bit as he moved. and god, his hair was so beautiful in this new style.

you wanted to pull on it as he buried himself inside you.

you: fuck when are you coming home

bunny<3: not until wednesday baby, don’t you remember?

bunny<3: we’re staying in a hotel close to the location

you: oh goddd you should’ve told me that before i made myself all horny for you :(

bunny<3: play stupid games win stupid prizes

you: can i cum before you get back?

bunny<3: so now you’re asking for permission?

you could almost see the raise of his brows in front of you.

bunny<3: i don’t care what you do

you: …what

next came a voice recording.

“hey, jagi. you know you can always do what you want,” he said sweetly, his voice low as he spoke close to the phone, “but we can play this game? i didn’t mean that to come off rude, i’m just trying to understand what part of this police thing you like,” he giggled softly. “also, i miss your face. can we talk about this over facetime in like twenty minutes?”

“yeah, of course,” you recorded back, “i need to make some food anyway.”

after you cleaned yourself up and started getting a few things ready for dinner, your phone rang with an incoming facetime call from your boyfriend.

“heeeey,” he smiled widely, taking in your features as you placed the phone next to the stove.

“hey,” you smiled, and the pair of you started telling each other all about your days and what you got up to in the time between your texts.

“so..” he said, taking a moment to look around himself and make sure he was indeed alone. “tell me more about your weird kink, then.”

you could feel yourself blushing slightly, but it was only minho, so you couldn’t really be that embarrassed in front of him.

“stop judging me,” the pair of you laughed, “i just think you look good in it.”

“so it’s just the outfit?” he tried to confirm, “or do you want me to lean in it?”

“lean into it like how?”

“like…” he trailed off, taking a moment to lick his lips as he smirked at you, “if you don’t want to spend the night in jail you should give me what i want.”

“you’re a pervert,” you giggled at him.

at that, minho raised his eyebrows at you—thinking the only conclusion that made sense was that you were the pervert, actually.

“so what are you eating then?” he changed the subject gracefully, focusing instead on your movements around the kitchen. you were making the only dish you knew how to—minho was better at cooking than you—and while he suggested a few things to add you almost forgot about the Thing you two were talking about earlier.

it wasn’t until you put your dishes away and cleaned after yourself that he brought it up again.

“if i do steal this outfit,” he started, “you have to make it worth my efforts.”

“is that a threat, min?”

“it can be,” he smirked. “think we can break your record if i steal it?”

the record, of course, was referring to the night your boyfriend made you cum five times in a row before you had to push him off—and ever since that achievement, he’s been trying to find ways to get all the way up to a sixth.

you hummed a little, unconsciously bringing your finger up to your lips.

“maybe,” you said softly.

“it might be easier for us if you behave while i’m gone,”

“i always behave, min,” you chuckled.

“you weren’t earlier when you sent me that picture,” he reminded you with a firm gaze.

“so, basically, you’re asking me not to touch myself until you get back in three days?”

“if you’re even capable of that,” he teased.

“shut up,” you said, the urge to kiss him through the screen overwhelming you slightly. but that was an urge you were quite used to with the kind of schedule he had.

“so, okay?” he asked, softly, to confirm you indeed wanted to play whatever game the two of you were about to get into.

“sure. i mean, you know i’ll tell you if i don’t want to,” you smiled.

he smiled back, so softly, his eyes swimming with what could only be described as adoration.

“of course. i just like checking you’re all good, jagi.”

“i know.” you couldn’t bring the smile off your face, and the pair of you concluded your hour long chat as you crawled back into your shared bed.

“goodnight, my love,” he said softly, as he nuzzled into his pillow—mirroring you.

“goodnight. have fun shooting tomorrow!”

you did your best to behave. you always did with minho, that’s the kind of effect he had on you, but the more you thought about it—the more you wanted to be bad. to break his rules and see just how he’d punish you. you didn’t often defy him and his requests, so punishments were so rare from him. it was part of being so obedient that you liked, but something just made you restless with the thought of not listening.

so the next time minho facetimed you, you decided to be bold.

“hey!” he said with a smile, his makeup from the shoot still on. he must’ve called you as soon as he got back to his room.

you didn’t say anything back, instead, you reversed the camera and showed him your lap again.

“baby, you’re not on front facing,” he pouted, oh so cutely. but you knew he’d change his attitude in three seconds.

you spread your legs in front of him, his eyebrows frowning at you curiously as he watched. you decided this was the best idea ever as you had his face right in front of you, seeing his reaction, while all he could see was the hand on your crotch.

“jagiya?” he tried, but all you did in response was sink a finger into your heat. you let out a soft moan, one you knew he could hear with how close the microphone was to your face.

“oh my god, what are you doing?”

so you added another finger.

“baby, this is the opposite of what i told you to do,” he said firmly, so you moved your fingers quickly—making sure to capture the scene as best you could.

he was enjoying the show, you could tell by the way he was biting his lip as he looked on mesmerised by your movements.

“not gonna be a brat, my ass,” he mumbled with a smirk.

“turn your camera around, now.” his tone was so firm, the obedient side of you couldn’t ignore it, so you quickly sat up and followed his order.

“what the fuck was that?”

“what?” you faked innocence.

“i leave you alone for two days and you’re a needy brat now?” you tried so hard not to smirk. “can you answer me?”

“i was just having fun,” you shrugged.

“you know you don’t have fun without me,” he said, the cockiness in his voice making you clench around your fingers. “besides, jagi, i told you not to.”

“and i decided i don’t care what you said,” you said, simply.

minho’s eyebrows shot right up to his hair. you have never spoken back to him like that before.

“what the fuck,” he mumbled.

an immense sense of pride took over you as you left the lee minho speechless. but it was short lived.

“so you’re trying to get in trouble now,” you nodded with a smirk, “get that bratty smile off your face.”

you giggled, pulling your fingers out slowly. a small gasp followed your actions, minho clearly knowing what you just did—and before he could praise you for listening, you dipped your fingers into your mouth and sucked the wetness off them.

“if only you could taste how wet i am, min.”

he brought a hand to his hair, pulling on the dark blue strands. minho had no idea where this was coming from, and the shock on his face made it all so much better. so much more exciting.

“okay,” he said, somewhat calm, “are you done, did you get it out your system?”

“maybe,” you said.

“can you go back to listening to me?”

“not if you’re gonna be all boring and tell me i can’t do what i want,” you pouted.

“and what do you want to do, brat?” he never called you that—he only ever praised you. but you liked this name just as much.

“i wanna edge,” you sighed.

“what?” he laughed, “why the fuck do you think i’m gonna let you do that now, after your little show?”

“well, because i didn’t ask you. i just answered your question.”

“oh my god,” minho let you out. you could tell how much this was frustrating him, how much this was getting under his skin. and you loved it.

he took a moment to compose himself, licking over his lips before he smirked. it was the kind of smirk that made you think you were definitely gonna lose this round, but you promised yourself you’d be strong.

“you know you’re only doing this because i’m not there. you’d be on your knees in seconds if i was in front of you. it’s cute that you’re being brave, baby, but we both know you’re trying so hard not to listen to me.”

“there’s not much to listen to, min,” you swallowed slowly, “it’s not like you’re telling me what to do instead.”

“you’re not gonna manage to rope me into your little bratty game, babe.”

“i’m not playing a game, sir,” you said, just to mess with him, “all i’m doing is touching my clit.”

“and if i told you to get your pink vibe and start edging?” he smirked.

it was some reverse psychology, you knew, but at least it was better than being told not to touch. so you quickly grabbed the vibe and turned it on.

“like this?” you said, breathy, as you touched the toy to your pussy.

“yeah, baby, put it on the lowest setting for me and move it slowly.”

you nodded, doing as you were told, and minho smiled at you. it was almost as if he was relieved. but then, you pressed the button, the vibrations getting louder.

“i don’t remember that setting being so noisy, darling,” he clicked his tongue.

“it’s on six,” you let out as you swallowed more air.

“is six the lowest?”

“no,” you chuckled, rubbing the toy in slow circles around your bud.

“you’re gonna get a lot more than you can handle if you keep up with this nonsense,” he warned.

“sounds like a promise, min,” you smiled, the knot in your stomach tightening, “fuck!”

your chest rose up and down quickly, the camera still focused on your face. minho was staring you down, his gaze almost making you forget about the vibrations against you and how close you were getting already. he always made you forget about everything that wasn’t him when he managed to look at you like that. like he forgets about everything else, too.

“close?” he asked lowly.

“yeah,” you sighed.

“how many edges are you gonna do tonight?” he asked. you couldn’t answer him yet, as your high was getting closer and closer and closer. you had to pull away soon—before the knot would snap and you’d start cumming, but you just pressed the vibe harder against you as a moan escaped past your lips.

“pull away,” minho whispered. you could feel the knot so strongly, it was just about to break, and then you pulled away quickly and snapped your eyes open.

you breathed in and out, feeling the rush leave your body slowly as you caught your breath.

“good job,” he said sweetly. you smiled proudly at him—nothing felt quite as good as your boyfriend praising you, and he knew how much you loved it. he knew you loved it too much to keep disobeying him for too long.

“so how many, baby?” he asked again.

you looked at him, your mind blank as you thought it over. you were already out of your depth, you realised, when you understood the only reason you couldn’t pull away early enough was because you were waiting for minho to tell you to.

you weren’t that good at this bratty stuff.

“i, um,” you began. and that’s when minho flipped his camera around.

he had shorts on, the kind he wore when he was lounging, but they were pulled down to his thighs. you felt your mouth water at the sight of his bare thighs, thinking of how much you wanted to kiss them and suck on them and ride them. thinking it would be much more fun to edge on his thighs than on your little toy.

and then minho moved the camera up his body slightly, showing you the way his fingers wrapped around his hard dick. he slowly moved his index up and down his length, the way you always did.

“you’re not gonna answer?” he hummed.

“what was the question?”

“how many edges are you gonna do tonight?”

“i don’t, uh, i haven’t—“

minho laughed, his fingers wrapping around his length as he started stroking himself.

“what is it, brat?”

you swallowed.

“baby, i miss you,” you whined as he twisted his palm around himself.

“i miss my good girl, too. are you gonna give her back to me?”

“yeah,” you let out.

“yeah?” he questioned, his voice getting lower.

“yeah. yes, min. yeah, i’ll be good for you,” you promised.

he let out a big laugh, flipping his camera around soon enough for you to see his eyes crinkling.

“so all i had to do was show you my dick to get you to behave again?”

you blushed.

“i can’t help how beautiful you are, my love.”

minho smiled at you, poked his tongue out for a moment, and then sighed.

“two more edges and then you need to go to bed,” he instructed—and you quickly followed his orders.

bunny<3: good morning, baby. i hope you had fun last night<3. today i need to jump off this platform and start dancing. wish me luck!

you: i had so much fun, i always do when it’s you. and my lead dancer will do so well today, i’m sure of it!!

the next text only came through a few minutes before midnight—when you were just about to play the fifth episode of this new show you discovered.

bunny<3: only just wrapped. i’m too tired for a call but i love you. tomorrow i get to see you!

you: go rest, baby. i love you!

that night you dreamed about kissing your boyfriend again.

the next day during work your phone rang. you quickly asked your boss if you could take a ten minute break and stepped outside, answering the call with a smile.

your boyfriend appeared on your screen, a big smile on his face. he was wearing that outfit again.

“my baby!” you smiled at him, greeting him warmly at the unexpected call. he didn’t usually have time to call in the middle of work, but you guessed they were waiting around for something.

minho started telling you about what they were getting up to today, the amount of times they had to reshoot the same thing and that they were in fact waiting for a set to be finished so they could film the last scene.

as he asked you about your day at work so far, a few of the boys came into view, waving and smiling at you.

“hey ji!” you smiled at jisung as he wrapped himself around minho’s shoulders. “you look good as a cop!”

“thank you,” he laughed, “i know the officer quokka jokes are coming.”

“i would never make fun of you, officer,” you promised him with the best innocent smile you could master.

minho’s eyes were burning into your screen even through the monitor.

“when are you next coming over?” jisung asked, pouting at you.

you started to make plans, the pair of you waiting for each other to see the newest horror film together—but then minho loudly pushed jisung off him.

“stop hogging my girlfriend!!” he yelled.

“okay, okay, text me later y/n!” he said before he ran off.

“bye, officer!”

“so i see you’ve not calmed down, then,” minho said firmly.

“what?” you raised your brows—the perfect image of an angel. and usually, you were, but minho knew exactly what you were trying to do now.

not only did you pull a whole scene on him yesterday—but now you were trying to get him jealous, too. you thought it served him right, as you both knew he purposely called you now and not at any other time when he was wearing anything other than his police officer uniform.

“what are the plans for tonight?” he asked instead of answering your pointless question.

“when are you coming back?”

and then minho promised he’d make you food for when you got back home, that he’d be done with work before you, and that after the pair of you can just “chill”.

“chill?”

“sure. unless you want me to invite some of the boys over?”

“no!” you almost yelled at him, wanting nothing more than to be alone with him again.

it was then your boss told you to finish your call soon, so you quickly said goodbye to minho. not before adding a quick, “and say hi to hyunjin for me, okay?” with a smirk.

that earned you an eye roll from minho, followed by a quick air kiss and a wave.

the smell of freshly cooked food greeted you as you stepped inside your flat after a long day, just like minho promised you.

“jagi!” you yelled into the house, desperate to see his face in front of you again.

only silence followed, and when you peaked in the kitchen you saw a small note by the stove that said he had to go see chan for something important and you should eat the food while it was still warm.

you couldn’t help the disappointment that took over you—but it was part of his work, so you ate the fantastic food he made you and read over the few messages you missed while you were at work.

about an hour later, a few loud knocks made you jump.

you weren’t expecting company and you didn’t know anyone that would knock on your door rather than call you and tell you they were outside.

three more knocks.

you slowly opened the door—swallowing loudly as you took in your visitor.

“can i help you, officer?” you tried your best biting back your giggles, minho’s bright eyes looking you up and down hungrily.

you wanted to jump into his arms, rip the police uniform off him, but the poor guy went through the trouble of stealing it. so you had to indulge him instead. he was indulging you, after all.

“i’m here to investigate,” he said, pushing past you and into your home. “i have reason to believe you’ve broken a few rules.”

“oh, sir, i don’t think that’s correct—“ you tried, but a raise of his hand stopped the words in your throat.

“i’m going to need to—“ but before minho could

finish, keep up this game, a chorus of meows came in from the other room as three cats followed the new voice in the house.

they missed him, too.

minho leaned down to pick dori up, the other two walking in circle between his legs as their tails brushed against him happily.

“hey,” he said, his voice higher as he spoke to the cat, “i missed you so much.”

he was still wearing the uniform, he was still strong and intimidating, but as he brushed his face against the cat’s fur—he was suddenly your min again. soft, gentle, caring.

you smiled fondly at him as you listened to him explaining that, “mummy and daddy are going to be a little busy tonight and then later you’ll get all our attention.”

you laughed.

“did you feed them?”

“yep,” you nodded, the lovesick smile on your face mirroring his.

“did you feed yourself?”

“yes, it was really nice. thank you,��

at that minho nodded, placing dori back on the ground and urging his cats to wait for the pair of you. they listened, they always listened to minho, and made their way back to their playroom on the other side of the house.

minho straightened himself back out, pushing his hands back into the pockets of his tan trousers. he coughed.

“like i said, i’m gonna need to search you.”

“search me?”

“to make sure you’re not carrying anything dangerous, of course,” he smirked.

you smirked back at him, enjoying this game just as much as he was—and quickly placed your arms outside your body like you did at the airport when needing to be search. but you knew this time would be much less appropriate.

minho stepped closer to you, patting down your arms first as he saw many times before in movies.

then he crouched in front of you, sneaking a look up at you—his eyes glazing smugly—before he patted up your legs. when he reached your thighs, he patted higher and higher and higher, before running a finger softly over your crotch. he acted like he didn’t do that at all, instead patting his way back down your other leg.

he then stood up, looking right in your eyes as he patted across your stomach softly. with his eyes still locked on yours—he brought his a finger onto your collarbone, moving across it slowly, softly, trailing it down your chest until he reached the button of your shirt.

as your breath hitched, he undid the first button and then the next and then the next, never looking away from your eyes, until there was no buttons left. he pushed the fabric off your slowly.

“i need to make sure you’re not hiding anything under your shirt,” he explained, his voice so low you could almost feel it against your skin. you nodded in understanding as the shirt landed somewhere behind you.

minho brought both his hands up your stomach, moving slowly as he made sure to touch every part of your skin. his hands were cold to the touch, they usually were, but that didn’t stop the heat that followed his movements all the way up to your chest.

he licked his lips as he pushed the straps of your bra off your shoulders, quickly unclasping it as he let it fall to the floor, too.

he ran his hands over your tits softly, taking a moment to circle each of your nipples slowly as you gasp at the cold contact against your sensitive buds.

his hands trailed down your stomach again before he unhooked the button on your trousers and pushed it down your thighs.

he held your hand softly as you stepped out of them, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear.

“now, everyone knows that’s the best place to hide something,” he said, running a finger over the hem of your underwear.

his eyes were mesmerised by the small goosebumps on your stomach as he touched you, the way your chest rose and fell quickly at his actions.

you nodded slowly at him as he pushed the last piece of clothing down your thighs.

“that’s much better,” he smiled. “now,” he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, his hands still teasing your tits, “if you confess i can make the punishment much lighter for you.”

“i have nothing to confess to,” you said with a shaky breath.

“no explanation for your behaviour this past week?” he asked with a raised brow.

you shook your head.

“you sure?”

in response, you tried leaning forward—eager to kiss him. but minho grabbed you by the throat, his fingers digging into you slightly as he tsked.

“bad girls don’t get kisses.”

“min,” you whined, but he shushed you. you pouted in response and he chuckled darkly at you.

“you did this to yourself, pretty girl.” you sighed at his praise, even if it came right after him denying you what you wanted most.

as beautiful as his body was in front of you, the black vest he was wearing making him seem so powerful—his lips were still the best part about him. so kissable, so soft, so inviting. you wanted to kiss him for hours and hours, but he wouldn’t even give you a small peck.

he brought his hand away from your chest, running it down your arm before he laced your fingers together. he started walking the pair of you to your room, and you slowly followed—becoming more and more aware of just how naked you were while he hadn’t taken anything off himself.

when he reached the bed, he placed you on the edge of it, getting you to sit down. you could feel the wetness between your legs coating your blanket, but that was a problem for later. much later.

minho kneeled in front of you, running his hands up and down your thighs soothingly. he looked right into your eyes as he slowly whispered, “why did you have to be such a brat, huh?”

“i just wanted to see what it would be like not to listen to you for once,” you said, already regretting that decision.

“but baby,” he sighed, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear, “now i need to punish you and remind you exactly why you love being so good for me.”

“i do, i love being good for you, min,” you tried. he leaned forward, pecking your lips lightly as he sighed at you.

you chased his lips, wanting more than that, but he pushed you back by your shoulder.

“you made your choice, honey, now come the consequences,” he gave you one more kiss—and this time you knew it was futile to try and get another one. you simply nodded at him. he kissed your cheek before standing up and unbuckling his belt quickly.

“since you had to talk back, i’m gonna need to show you what your mouth was really meant for,” he said, shaking his head before he pulled his dick out of his pants. you both knew he wouldn’t take his clothes off anytime soon, but you really didn’t mind that at all.

you licked your lips in anticipation, giving him a few moments to stroke himself as he got fully hard in front of you.

you opened your mouth, quickly adjusting to the feeling of his weight against your tongue before you started sucking and licking your tongue against him. that’s when he knew he could start moving, thrusting his hips slowly into your mouth as you hummed around him.

“there you go, baby, just like that,” he praised you, his fingers softly rubbing against your scalp as he kept you in place.

you brought your hands to his thighs, feeling them flex against your hand before you kneaded the material between your fingers as minho started moving faster. you remembered to breathe through your nose as your felt his tip slid further down your throat.

you brought your other hand to the base of his shaft, stroking the part of him you couldn’t quite fit into your mouth—loving the way his deep moans sounded in your ear.

after a few more minutes, or maybe twenty, minho pulled out of your mouth. you gasped in some air, cleaning the bit of spit that travelled down your chin as he pulled away from you.

he leaned down, grabbing your hair as he pushed your head up to meet him. he kissed you, sloppily, unable to stop himself even though you both knew part of your punishment was not getting any kisses from him.

after a few moments he pulled away—but you couldn’t even bring yourself to complain. you knew it was more than you deserved.

“on the bed,” he ordered, and you quickly followed his orders, watching as he climbed on after you.

he instructed you to sit on your knees, spreading your legs for him to see the wetness coating your thighs.

“i love how you always get so wet from sucking me off,” he licked his lips, bringing a finger to your entrance to dictate just how wet you were.

he tapped your arm, telling you silently to lean up on your knees—like he was—and he wasted no time sinking two fingers into you.

they slipped in so easily, which made him tut at you.

“have you been touching today, too?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

“no, no, i promise i haven’t,” you said quickly.

“how come you’re stretched out, then? or are you just always ready to take me no matter how much i give you?”

“yeah,” you nodded, gasping as he moved his fingers faster, “always ready for you.”

“i think you’re lying,” he said, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. you clench around his fingers, at the proximity or his words, you weren’t sure.

“last time i touched was our phone call, really,” you whimpered, moaning slightly as he added a third finger.

he nodded at you, telling you he believed you now, deciding you were just so needy for him.

“aren’t you gonna tell me i’ve been good?” you asked, your eyes big in front of him as his fingers kept their steady pace.

he chuckled at you. “what, for doing the bare minimum?”

you felt yourself clenching again, another moan leaving you as your walls tightened around three of his fingers.

“getting so excited, baby. do you like being bad?”

you shook your head. you were missing his praise so much, you really weren’t good at disobeying him at all.

“use your words now,” he prompted, bringing his thumb to lightly bump against your clit.

you moaned louder at the contact, breathing heavily as you spoke. “i like being your good girl.”

“there you go,” he smiled, “you need me to tell you what to do, huh? you need me to make all your decisions for you, isn’t that right?”

“yes,” you gasped, “yes. just need to follow your orders, sir.”

he laughed. “there she is,” he kissed you softly, and then again. it was such a big contrast to the rough thrusts of his fingers, but you loved that about minho so much.

“i’m close,” you said quickly, your eyes sinking into his as he started moving his fingers even faster. “i’m so close.”

“and what do you do when you get close, baby?”

“can i cum?” you asked, almost instantly.

“such a good girl,” he kissed you again, “remembering all your rules,” another kiss, “what made you forget?”

“missed you so much,” you moaned, doing your best to hold off your upcoming high. “missed the way you touch me.”

“needy,” he kissed your cheek, “such a needy brat.”

you whimpered at that, grabbing his forearm as your hips started grinding against his palm. you were so so close.

as soon as you did so, minho pulled away, the empty feeling taking over you as your orgasm slipped away from you—your walls clenching around nothing.

“minho,” you whined, trying to pull him closer to you.

“shhh,” he soothed, bringing a hand into your hair as he calmed you down, “don’t worry, my love. you’re okay.”

after you regained a bit of control over your breathing, minho sat down next to you on the bed, inviting you onto his lap.

he quickly rid himself of the vest, leaving him in the tight black shirt as he pulled the trousers down his thighs.

then he pulled you by your hips, sinking you down onto his dick slowly.

the pair of you gasped at the feeling—minho’s head falling against the headboard as he gave you the time you needed to adjust.

“you’re only gonna move when i tell you to, okay?” he asked, the raise of his brow telling you you really shouldn’t disobey him any more tonight.

you nodded.

“no matter how good it feels,” he added. “okay?”

“okay,” you swallowed.

he didn’t tell you to move yet, so you dutifully stayed in place, getting used to the full feeling in your pussy.

minho brought his hand between your bodies, pressing against your clit. hard.

you moaned at the feeling, his name falling from your lips as you did everything you could not to rut your hips against him.

“please,” you let out, but all he did was apply more pressure.

you kept clenching, you kept wanting to move, but you brought your hands onto his shoulders to ground yourself, focusing as best you could on your task.

even without any movement, even without any friction, you could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten—faster and faster. minho wasn’t adding any more pressure, he wasn’t even moving, but it was approaching you quickly.

you did everything you could to fight it, you were perfectly still.

and yet, after a few more moments of the pressure on your clit and the fullness inside you—your toes started to curl as the knot in your stomach snapped—your orgasm hitting you with full force.

you refused to move, you didn’t ride it out, you just let it wash over you as you moaned loudly at the euphoric feeling.

as soon as it stopped you opened your eyes with a gasp.

“shit, shit, minho, i’m so so sorry,” you rushed, bringing your hands to your face, “i didn’t mean to, i didn’t even know i could do it without moving. i’m sorry, i’m sorry—”

“—hey, hey,” minho said softly, bringing his hands around your back, “what’s wrong?”

“i was trying to be good, i swear, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to--”

“—stop, stop,” he gasped, “you didn’t do anything wrong. i wanted you to cum, baby, you were being good,” he promised.

“but you didn’t say i could,” you shook your head.

“y/n, look at me,” he asked you calmly. you opened your eyes, seeing nothing but adoration in his glossy ones. “i just got so lost in how you looked and how it felt, that’s the only reason i didn’t say anything. i promise.”

you fell into his chest after that, his hand running up and down your back even if the pair of you were a bit sweaty.

“i’m sorry i didn’t talk you through it, my love. you were just so so beautiful i couldn’t think of words.” you chuckled, “you were so so good. you did so well and that was so fucking hot right now. you did nothing wrong.”

you nodded.

minho grabbed your chin, bringing you to face him before he planted a soft kiss on your lips. it was soft, but passionate still, the kind of kiss you gave each other after a few days apart. minho wasn’t always good with words, especially when they weren’t dirty ones, and you learned to understand him best through his actions.

you knew he loved you through that kiss.

“tell me how you feel,” he asked after he pulled away.

“better now that i know it was alright,” you promised.

“of course it was alright,” he urged. “do you want to keep going or is that enough?”

“can you tell me what we’re gonna do next?” you asked slowly, your body already feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything you’ve done tonight.

this wasn’t a lot compared to what you and minho usually got up to—but you were feeling a little more vulnerable after your scare.

“i just wanted to fuck you until i came,” he chuckled, “but we can stop now.”

“no, no,” you smiled, “we can do that.”

minho chuckled at you. he grabbed the bottle of water you always kept on the nightstand, opening it up for you to drink. after a few generous gulps you handed it to him, and once you both hydrated minho put it back to the side and slide the pair of you down the bed.

“ready?” he asked, and after a quick nod and a kiss, he started thrusting up into you.

you were still sensitive from your orgasm, but the friction felt much better. the pair of you moaned, minho’s strong arms wrapped around your back as you both rocked back and forth to meet each other in the middle.

it didn’t take long at all until minho’s movements became sloppier, and before he could even warn you, he spilled inside you with a loud grunt.

the pair of you stayed stuck to each other, the sweat and both your wetness not bothering you too much as you each caught your breaths.

soon, minho started placing small kisses on top of your head, on your forehead, his fingers moving up and down your back soothingly.

“thank you for always taking care of me,” you whispered, moving your head to kiss his lips.

“thank you for being my bestest girl,” he smirked at you.

“oh,” you grinned, “and thank you for stealing this outfit and letting me ruin it.”

minho groaned, “i’m gonna need emergency laundry tomorrow.”

“i’ll help you out,” you offered, tucking your head back on his chest.

the pair of you stayed like that for a few more minutes before minho left to get something to help clean you with—and quickly change his clothes to a more comfortable option.

right before you fell asleep, safe inside your boyfriend’s arms, you mumbled out, “you always give me what i want.”

“because you being happy is what i want,” he said simply.

you chuckled at him, squeezing him closer before you drifted off together.

#minho x reader #minho x y/n #lee minho x reader #lee minho x y/n #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee know x y/n #lee know x reader #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz smut #stray kids smut #smut #all.works

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exrellian · 2 months

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Replaced MC AU

I’m pumping this out cuz I’m motivated! Still in third person

TW: the brothers being mean, MC getting bullied-

Part Two!

Everything is Changing

Mammon was the first to fall for Amelia, then Levi, Asmo, and Beel followed quickly

Satan, Lucifer, and Belphie were… weary about the new girl, the three found it odd how quickly their brothers fell for Amelia, seemingly forgetting MC completely

“Hey Beel, Hells Kitchen has a new menu item, it looks delicious! Want to go try it together?”

“Sorry, Amelia and I are going to try it in a couple minutes”

MC shrugged it off, happy Amelia was making friends

“Mammon, I’m bored, wanna go to the casino tonight?”

“Amelia and I are going to watch some movies tonight, no can do human.”

What? MC started to feel weird about this, not really too phased by the fact that the two were hanging out, but the fact that Mammon so nonchalantly called him ‘Human’

“Asmo..? Want to go clubbing tonight?”

“Hm? Not with you, not really. Sorry!”

Oh.

What?

“Levi? Want to play Raft together? I heard a new update came out!”

“I already beat it with Amelia, it was really fun!”

“Oh? Well would you mind playing it with me?”

“Amelia used your account, so we would have to start over for you to really see the update and that would just be boring”

“Oh um… alright, I’ll just play it on my own!”

This went on for about a month before the next brother dropped

“Hey Belphie, do you still have my blanket? It’s kinda cold in my room”

“Oh, I let Amelia have it because she was cold.”

“You gave my blanket to Amelia? Why couldn’t you give her one of yours?”

“She liked yours, don’t be selfish MC, you can just go buy another.”

“Fine.”

MC left, frustrated and still cold.

It was then when the worst so far came to be.

“That will be 18 Grimm”

MC swiped his card and it… declined? That was weird, he had more than enough Grimm! He had a part time job for a while and was payed by Diavolo for hosting events at RAD too! He opened his DDD and checked his account

-143 Grimm

What!?

He puts his DDD away and pays out of pocket for the blanket before returning home in a rush and going to his and Amelia’s room. Luckily for him, Amelia wasn’t there. Grabbing his laptop and checking his bank account he sees a bunch of online purchases on various video games. He slams his computer shut and runs to Leviathans room to see Amelia and Levi playing some random gacha game.

“Are you on my account Amelia?” He tried to keep his voice low and calm but he was shaking

“Oh! I’m sorry MC, Levi said I could!”

“Did you buy anything?”

“Well yeah! I didn’t like your account so I reset it so I could get the characters I wanted! Levi said his card was attached so I could spend as much as I wanted! Wasn’t that so nice of him?”

MC was writhing

“MY card was attached to that! You drained my account completely!”

Amelia looked almost… happy?

“It was your card attached? Sorry MC” leviathans tone was disingenuous and annoyed

“Since it was meant to be your money can you just pay me back for what she spent? I was saving up for something!”

“I’m not giving you my money MC, you need to stop being so selfish. Get out of my room.”

“No! Amelia spent all my money thinking it was yours so clearly you have the money to reimburse me!”

Levi stood up and walked over to MC

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you are not the person I fell in love with. You are almost more selfish and self centered than Mammon. First you go bullying Amelia, then you think I have to give you money for a little mistake. Leave my room MC, I don’t want to see you.” The hatred in Leviathans eyes struck a fear into MC that he hasn’t felt since he first arrived in the Devildom, weighing his options, he left, deciding it would be in his best interest to talk to Lucifer about it. He arrived at Lucifer’s study to find it empty, he then checked his room, finding it also empty

MC [Hey Lucifer, are you home?]

Lucifer [I am in a meeting. If you need to talk meet me in my study tomorrow.]

MC [K.]

Tomorrow could not come sooner

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me angst #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me oc #obey me one master to rule them all

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hyuuukais · 3 months

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-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> general, y/n gets told she talks too much kind of, discussion abt cheating

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CHAPTER THREE -> AM I IN? (partially written! wc:546)

"...and then, after telling him how much I love him, he comes out of our shared- yes, shared- bedroom with another woman! Can you believe that? I pour my heart and soul to this man, and he just steps all over it! Them? My heart and my soul, so, yeah, I guess them. Sorry, what was the question again?"

"...what do you do for work?" The guy on the right side of the couch says, arms crossed.

You blink. "Right! I'm a graphic designer for a website."

"What website?" Beomgyu leans back, arms behind his head.

"This Just In!" You say excitedly, passionate about your work. "I'm trying to move into the journalism area as well. I'd love to be able to interview some of the people we do, but my boss didn't seem very keen to the idea yet."

"How come?" The one in the middle asks.

"He says I talk too much." A sudden wave of emotion hits you. "My boyfriend says the same."

"Ex-boyfriend."

"What?"

"Your ex-boyfriend." It's the one on the right again, eyes piercing into you; you can't hold his gaze.

"Right." You clasp your hands in your lap. "Maybe I've overshared a bit to you guys. I don't even know your names-" You point at the two.

"Han," the middle one offers. "Well, Jisung, but most people call me Han."

"Minho." You still can't look at him.

"Okay. Um, so, unless you have any other questions...?"

"Yeah, actually," Minho speaks. "What's your current living situation?"

"Oh! I'm living with my best friend, Hyunjin, and his roommates. But they're all models and it can be a bit... dramatic." You laugh nervously.

"Models?" Han sits up straight, looking at his two roommates. "What are the others like?"

"There's Felix, a literal sunshine, and Yeonjun and Wooyoung. They're usually the ones causing drama." You laugh again, this time more naturally. "Wooyoung just came back from a business trip, so I'm gonna be staying in my other best friend's, NingNing, she's amazing and I love her, apartment until she comes back. She's also a model... I'm friends with a lot of models."

"Do you mind stepping out for a second?" Han says with a smile. Your stomach drops. "I just need to discuss something with my roomies here."

"Y-yeah, okay." Quickly, you pick up your bag and head to the door, only stumbling a little bit.

Of course, you press an ear to the door once outside. If they don't want you, at least you'll know before they tell you to your face. Then maybe you won't cry at the news. The thick wooden door makes it hard to hear, only picking out bits and pieces.

"Dude, her best friend is a model-"

"Han, I swear to God-"

"She does talk a lot-"

"Like you're one to talk-"

"Okay, but with the breakup? Won't she be, like, crying all the time-"

"Hey, Min just went through a breakup too, so maybe she can help him with it-"

"Shut up-"

"Back to her best friend being a fucking model-"

A loud sigh signals you should back up, taking your phone out and pretending to be busy. The door opens, Minho in front of the other two looking more tired than before you left.

"You're in."

notes -> what is with me making idols i love into shitty exs like what is with that genuinely

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 30 days

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𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚 — 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.1k

𝙖/𝙣: last fic before hiatus! will miss you guys!

𝙩/𝙬: EEE JUST CUTE AGRESSION

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan and minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and chan

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

note: please listen to We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron while reading this...it hits harder lol [its also a really nice song]

Was Chan being bold and very brave? Yes. Did he hope that Minho would get mad? Yes. Did it work? Very much yes.

The leader could tell why Minho enjoyed wearing the hoodie so much. It was very comfortable and oversized, even for him.

But for one, Minho always wore it when he was in a lee mood. Usually, this was an expression that translated to ‘yes, you can wreck me now’ in Chan’s eyes, and Min was always his go-to if he had a ler mood.

But now, it was quite a different situation. Chan’s lee mood had suddenly crept up on him and caught him off-guard, now he was in the mood to be wrecked in every spot until he went insane.

And guess who was the best at that? Lee fricking Minho.

So Chan waited for Min to return from dance practice, taking a small nap and relishing in the warmth of the dancer’s hoodie.

He hoped Minho would actually be okay with him wearing it; Chan would never want to do something to make the younger uncomfy.

Soon enough, Minho did return, walking into his room and smiling softly at the sight of the leader squished up so happily, asleep.

‘Awh, look. The old man’s finally sleepi—wait. Is that my hoodie?’ Minho squinted, leaning closer and smiling wide when he realized it was.

After a quick shower, he climbed into bed with Channie, grinning before suddenly slipping his warm hands up the hoodie and lightly tickling the older’s sides.

Chan immediately startled and began to squirm away, the most adorable giggle making its way from his throat.

“M—Mihin?” Chan asked, and Minho smiled at him. “Yeah?”

“I’m wearing your hoodie.” Chan informed him.

“I know. I think you look so cute in my clothes, hyung, I should let you wear them more often.” Minho cooed playfully, missing the big picture of what Chan was trying to imply.

“I’m wearing the hoodie.” Channie squeaked again, burying his face in his hands and blushing.

Then it dawned on Minho. ‘Ohhhh.’

A wide, evil smirk made its way onto Minho’s face.

“Oh? Did you wanna get…wrecked by me?” Minho asked, fingers wiggling in front of Chan’s face; The leader was nodding.

“Who am I to deny my love what he wants?” Minho snuck his hands under the older’s clothing again to tickle at his sides, and Chan kicked out a little through his giggles.

“Mihihinho dohohon’t tehehease me plehehease!” Channie pleaded, though his begging fell on deaf ears as Minho’s fingers scratched around his belly next.

”Fine, fine.“ Suddenly, Lino was changing positions, the older’s left arm pinned above his head as Minho straddled his waist.

Confused, Chan asked Minho. “Why are you sitting there? Aren’t you gonna get me there?”

Minho replied quickly. “Slow your horses, I’m just starting here.” His hands dart to the leader’s outstretched underarm.

Chan let out an embarrassingly loud scream, crumbling under the dancer’s tickly fingers immediately as he submitted to the torture he would be forced to endure.

Minho wrapped his legs tightly around the other’s waist, knowing how much he liked to squirm around.

He continued to pull the cutest laughter from a very happy Channie.

“…How about I try your little signature hoodie move, hm?” Minho teased, and Chan’s widened just as the cat lover’s head ducked below the edge of the hoodie.

"N-No! That's my idea! It'll only work on you, not me!" Chan tried to protest, and Minho's eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"So, what. You're suddenly not ticklish anymore?" "Yes!"

"...You do realize how dumb that sounds, right?" Minho deadpanned, ducking beneath the leader's hoodie to place a sweet kiss on the older's tummy.

“WAIT MIHIN DOHOHOHOHOHONT! IHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Chan went absolutely ballistic as Minho began to blow raspberries and nibble at the sensitive skin of his belly and waist, his sides not being left out of the arrangement.

Chan only then understood how much the sensation elated him, the highest pitched laughter echoing through the room as he was tickled without mercy.

"PLEHEHEASE OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!!"

Howled laughter was the only thing he could even get out. Chan felt satisfied and content; He had gotten what he wanted.

When Minho began to nibble torturously over his v-line, Channie absolutely lost it, begging while feeling high at the intense tingly sensations spreading through his body.

"OKAHAHAY IHIHIM GOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!"

Soon enough, Minho emerged from the hoodie, patting at Chan’s belly and climbing onto him, laying his head on the older’s chest.

“Seriously, though. I have to dress you in my clothes. You’re making me have cute aggression.” Minho cooed, squeezing the leader's cheeks.

Chan wrapped his arms around the younger and flipped both of them over, immediately knuckling at the kitten's ribs and making him scream out in laughter.

"Guess who's also ticklish?" Chan teased, knuckling ticklishly over the boy's upper ribs.

"THIHIS IHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!!! YOU CANT DO THIS TOHO MEHEEHEHE!!" Minho screeched, twisting and cackling.

"Oh, silly me? News flash, I'm your hyung. I can do what I want." Channie teased, and Minho's face flushed a deep red.

"PLEASE HYUNG NAHAAHAHAHA!"

"Hmmm...I wonder if my baby has a laughing button somewhere?~"

"NOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!" Minho pleaded, Chan's fingers moving lower and slowing his movements to both give the younger a break and to torture him with his light strokes.

"H—Hyung...plehehease just do ihihit ahahanything buhut thihis!!" Lino giggled his heart out, just as Chan managed to stick one finger into his belly button.

Minho went ballistic, his high-pitched cackles were back in full force, and Chan relished in how easy it was to reduce the normally bratty kitten into a hysterical, begging mess in seconds.

"GEHEHEHET AHAHAHAHOUT!! IHIHI REHEHEALLY CAHANT—AARGH!" Minho gasped. He almost forgot how much it tickled to have fingers in your belly button.

"Continue giggling for me, and I think I'll just tickle you forever. Your laugh is so sweet~"

At that, Minho started to tear up a little. Both because of the tickles and because of the sudden surge of overwhelming fondness overcoming his senses.

"Crying already? But I wanna keep going!" Chan exclaimed in surprise, though his finger did go from torturously scratching Minho's belly button to tracing around the outer edge.

Minho laid there for a few seconds before sitting up and wrapping his arms around the leader, burying his head into the older's shoulder.

"Oh...Min."

Chan's fingers continued to trace at the younger's sides as he laid them both down, cuddles imminent.

Moods satisfied, the two went to sleep comfortably in each others arms, safe and snug, though Minho did giggle for a lot of the night due to some fingers interfering in his sleep.

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee!minho #ler chan

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nokacchan · 2 years

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'How In Love Are You?' | Short Drabble | Lee Felix

pairing : lee felix x fem!reader

genre : fluff // a continuation of 'It's Not Valentine'

summary : you cleared up your schedule in order to be able to accompany felix for his group's latest comeback.

You were at the dressing room with felix while the rest of the boys were getting their hair done by the stylist. Recently, the filter that the company made for their comeback 'maxident' had just come out. It was called, 'how in love are you?'. The other boys were planning to record the filter challenge after the pre-recording for the comeback was done. Felix walked over to you with his phone in his hand.

"babe, you wanna try the filter with me?", felix sat beside you on the couch. He was waiting for his turn to get ready for pre-recording. "sure", you responded, turning to lean against him.

he held his phone up, pressing the record button. You rested your cheek against his shoulder as he rested his head on yours. The filter kept moving about from 0% to 100%, just as the music in the background stops, the filter did too...

'100%'

You looked amused. He grinned at you, looking at you through the screen. You knew the filter calculates randomly and you didn't quite expect he would score 100% first try.

"Evidence of my love for you~ now can I wife you up?", he asked you the same question that he asked you last week at your photoshoot set.

You rolled your eyes at him dramatically. "You only have one evidence", you replied, trying to tease him. He turned to look at you, still recording. "Oh really?" "yeah—", he cut you off by pecking your lips. You look at him, eyes widened in surprise. Your cheeks heat up quickly.

"Now you have 2 evidence", he boops your nose. He set his phone down on the table before wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his side.

You squinted your eyes at him before realizing there were lipstick stains on felix's lips. You lightly wiped it off with your thumb. Felix smiled, moving his head to kiss the palm of your hand. "Sometimes you do things without thinking twice", you sighed. A laugh escaped his lips.

"That's why I have you my lovely girlfriend to prevent me from getting scolded by my stylist". You let out a hummed in response. "Although...I would much prefer to call you my wife", making you pinch his cheek. "Yah, don't go around saying that". felix only giggled and hugged you closer.

The next few minutes went past as Felix teased you with his corny pick up lines before being called to go over the other room. You stood up, following along with him. The stylist took out a high chair for you to sit beside him.

You can't help it but recall how smooth his actions were a few minutes ago. You were snapped out of your thoughts when your phone went off.

You check the notification to see an update from your boyfriend's official account. Enthusiastically, you checked. And what you didn't expect to see on your feed was the video of felix kissing you. You didn't expect him to upload the video you two recorded earlier.

Obviously in the comment section, everyone went crazy over that video. STAYs were commenting on how adorable you and felix 's relationship was, even asking when the proposal is going to be. Meanwhile you were just flabbergasted.

"YAH LEE FELIX!", you glared at him.

He giggled beside you, knowing why you were yelling. The stylist combed his hair back while shaking her head at the two of you. He placed his hand on your thighs, trying to stop you from tripping over your chair (more like stop you from attacking him).

Oh well, I mean at least, it encouraged stays to keep on streaming their latest song.

'Case 143'

The end.

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jaylleoo14 · 5 months

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Its late and I need to go to sleep but i really wanna play games rn UGHHHHHHHH (game ramble below)

the sexual tension of wanting to play games, write, read or draw knowing damn well i should also be prioritizing other stuff rn😔😭

OKAY BUT I WANT TO REPLAY JOHN DOE (I havent played House Haunted YET and I also plan on playing House Haunted pt 2)

And Our Life, Beginnings and Always😔 I wanna mix up my options and choices and see different outcomes for it

I still need to finish Dead Plate but I FEEL SO DISCOURAGED BECAUSE IM NOT GETTING TO EVERYONES ORDERS IN TIME

and then there's Error 143.... Micah Yujin.... YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME I still have the game so I might go back to replay it

I havent got the time to replay Touchstarved the Demo and wanted to try pursuing Ais because I took Mhin's (omigosh i love him sm ><)

I played therapy with therapy with dr albert krueger and still havent finished Dinos other game Vincent Secret of Myers so maybe i'll get to that

Played Gavril and oooh do I love that Rat Romanian Goo man <333 Still havent played Part's BUBO yet BUT I PROMISE I WILL :(

I also really liked Trapped with Jester, it was really nice and sometimes I got endings I did not expect to get😭

SOMEONE STOLE MY LUNCH WAS SO GOOD TOO!!! I loved the art and the gameplay, it was very comical and easy going <3333 And when we went out on a date? 🤭🤭🤭 yes sir🤞😇

OMG I ALSO PLAYED MISTRICK AND MISFICTION (it was so funny oml 😭😭 The freaking way John got jealous over Chase 💀💀💀

Killer trait is also a good game and its one of the games im waiting on for more development<333 Anywho, point is I have a lot of games to catch up with 😔😔

I love visual novel games <3333

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talialovesmiw · 2 months

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades Of Purple

Part 7: Thistle

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood and the consumption of it, Language, angst, some fluff, mention of Ronnie Radke.

Taglist: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86 @tearfallpixie @vinyardmauro @thatchickwiththecamera @bloody-delusion-expert @th0ughts-pr4yers @zuberweirrd @bxrnthyfears

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/745320815873114112/shades-of-purple

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/743673294909259776/shades-of-purple

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Christopher’s POV

Blood dripped from my lips as I finally hunted down something for the first time in days.

“Finally, I won’t be going hungry for once.” I muttered, wiping the blood from my mouth. It wasn’t my favorite; rat’s blood, but it would do. I wasn’t going hungry tonight and that was all that mattered, right?

There was a pit in my stomach, like a weird sort of hunger that wasn’t satisfied from the rat blood. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as…Y/N’s.

Suddenly, I found myself remembering her taste again. Fuck, she tasted heavenly, her blood to me was like water to a dehydrated man who’s been in the desert for days. She tasted so sweet…

The way she held onto me as I drank from her, her hands gripping my shoulders. The way she tilted her head back to give me more access. Her skin was so soft and smooth and god, her scent…

“God damn it, I can’t stop thinking about her blood…” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “Nothing will come close to blood as good as hers..”

This was going to be hard to knock off. The way she tasted, the way she made me feel, fuck…

No, enough of that now, you fool. If you keep thinking of her, the more you’ll crave her. The more you crave her, the higher the chance you’ll hurt her.

I was going to keep myself under control though, I had to. Not only for myself, but for Y/N. I had to protect her from myself.

Eventually this would be something I’d shake off, and things would go back to normal. I’d go back to my normal routine and she wouldn’t have to worry about sacrificing her blood to me anymore. Besides, it wouldn’t be good for her to constantly be giving her blood. She’d grow weak…

I wouldn’t forgive myself if I allowed her to be in that state. She doesn’t deserve that. Hell, I don’t even deserve her if I’m being honest. She’s been nothing but a saint.

I needed to clear my head. My mind was all over the place and the air would do me good.

“Perhaps a walk wouldn’t hurt anything. I won’t wander for long anyway.” Exhaling heavily, I started down the dirt trails of the old forest.

I had known this place for years. Ever since I inherited the estate from mother and father, I have been in these woods almost every day and night. Whether it was for hunting, clearing my head or both, this was a familiar, comforting place for me. I knew it like the back of my hand.

I remember Veronica leading me by the hand down these same woods. I remember her laugh, the joy on her face as we went down our favorite trails…

“Come on Christopher, this way! Let’s skip stones down the stream!”

That stream…

I was in front of the same stream Veronica and I would skip stones across…

It was frozen over now due to the cold, but otherwise it had remained the same. I could still see her giggling as she tossed down a pebble, cheering as it skipped across.

God, her laughter was contagious…

“I’m so sorry, beloved..” I whispered, my voice a bit shaky at the memory.

143 years without my Veronica..

As I sighed, I felt a snowflake fall on my nose. I glanced up at the sky to see snow starting to fall. It was not light either. It came down fast and heavy.

“Oh for fucks sake..”

I should’ve remembered there was a blizzard heading in this direction tonight. I was a few miles away from home now, so I had quite the walk ahead of me. It wasn’t something I couldn’t manage, however. I had gotten caught in the middle of a snow storm before. I just had to be careful.

I had been walking for over an hour now, and the snow was piling up quickly. The wind was blowing hail and snow in my direction which only made the journey home more difficult.

“I’ve got to be close to home now, I’ve been walking for ages. I hope we still have power..”

There was a good chance we didn’t have electricity. I would have to start a fire in the fireplace to keep everyone warm…

I suddenly remembered Y/N and how she said she’d wait for me to come home. She was probably still awake, waiting for me to arrive. The poor thing was most likely exhausted and cold! I had to get back to get her warm.

“Let go of me!”

From a distance, I could hear footsteps, followed by someone screaming, and it was a woman’s voice. I recognized that voice. Fuck, Y/N??

I turned in the direction in which the voice was coming from and ran that way. The voice grew louder as I got closer, and I could hear a male voice as well. Another all too familiar voice. Ronnie…

When I arrived at the source of the voices, the sight before me had my blood boiling.

That motherfucker…

“Get your hands off her!”

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Third Person POV

Y/N froze as Ronnie lifted his head from her neck to see Chris standing before them, boiling with rage.

“What the fuck are you doing here-?” Ronnie started before Chris tore him off of her and held him by the collar of his shirt, narrowing his eyes at him.

“You better explain why the fuck you had your filthy hands on her you motherfucker.” Chris growled in a dangerous tone. He. Was. Pissed.

“You sure love to come at the worst times, don’t you shadow boy?” Ronnie said sarcastically, glaring at him.

“And you sure love to put your hands on what doesn’t fucking belong to you!” Chris fired back, “Answer the damn question.”

“I was going to have a taste of what should’ve been MINE. But no, you just had to come and ruin the moment like you always do!” Ronnie shouted angrily, shoving Chris off of him.

“Guess what asshole, she isn’t yours! You have no right to touch her!” Chris pointed at him, poking his finger at the other’s chest.

Ronnie furrowed his brows.. “Why don’t you just admit it, shadow boy? You want everything I have. You wanted the girl so you took her before I got the chance. You just fucking wish you were me, don’t you?”

Chris crossed his arms. “I knew you’d put her through hell, just like you do with everyone else.” He said as he rolled his eyes before smirking at him. “I simply got to her before you did. If I so badly wanted to be like you, I would’ve killed her by now. After all, all you’re good for is draining and abusing the innocent. That’s the only way you get joy, by making others miserable.”

Ronnie was fuming. Oh how he had hated that smug asshole. He growled as he left hooked Chris in the nose, causing him to stumble back as held his now bleeding nose.

Chris stared down at his blood stained hand and then back at Ronnie, glaring daggers at him. “You were no better than me at one point, remember that.” Ronnie spat, clenching his fists.

Chris narrowed his eyes and they were full of rage. “Oh, so that’s how you want to play this?” He snarled, now towering over Ronnie. “Then so be it.” He spat, his tone laced with venom as his fist crunched into Ronnie’s face.

All Y/N could do was stand back, frozen with fear as she watched the two men fight. On one hand, she was relieved she had found Chris; well, he had found her. She was also scared that he was going to get hurt.

Ronnie was not a weak man. Though Chris was able to dodge some of his hits, Ronnie managed to get a couple of blows in there, and Chris would definitely have some bruising by the morning. Chris was able to hold his own however, leaving Ronnie with a black eye and a swollen bloody lip.

“You’re weak. Ever since that Veronica bitch, you’ve gone soft!” Ronnie mocked, pushing Chris roughly to the ground. One wrong move and Chris could slip and fall into the frozen lake. Ronnie stood over him, sneering at him. Chris could feel rage bubbling again at the mention of Veronica. Ronnie knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re a shell of who you used to be, it’s sad. You used to be so powerful and respectable. What happened?”

“I learned to respect myself, that’s what happened.” Chris retorted coldly, getting to his feet quickly, grabbing Ronnie by the throat and threw him against a tree. “Something you clearly haven’t learned to do yet, Radke.”

Both men were pretty bloodied up by now and Y/N decided enough was enough. She made her way over to Chris, grabbing his arm to stop him from doing anymore damage.

“Chris stop!” She shouted, grabbing his attention as she looked up at him with fearful eyes. “He…he’s had enough..”

Chris panted heavily, glancing between her and Ronnie before fully turning to Y/N and pulling her into a protective hug.

“What were you doing out here? Don’t you know how dangerous these woods are? ” He asked, filled with concern.

“I was looking for you! You were gone for so long I was afraid something happened to you!” She whimpered, holding onto Chris tightly. He was surprisingly really warm.

“Little dove, I would've been fine. I can manage this type of weather, you cannot..” He scolded. God, he was so worried about her. “You were almost killed..” He hated the thought of her being killed, especially at the hands of that pig. It only made him hold her closer.

“I-I’m sorry. I just had to make sure you were okay..” She murmured, her voice shaking a bit.

Fuck, that pulled at his heart strings. She had gone out here in this weather just to make sure something hadn’t happened to him. He felt a bit guilty for not coming back sooner.

“No, don’t be sorry. I should’ve remembered we were expecting a blizzard. I should’ve gone back sooner.” He said softly, petting her hair. He could feel her shivering against him. “You’re freezing, little dove..” He held her closer to his chest. “Let’s get back so you can warm up.”

“And so we can get your injuries taken care of.” Y/N added.

As they were about to start walking back, Chris felt a sharp searing pain in his stomach. Ronnie had gotten up, grabbing Chris from behind and stabbing him in the gut. He yelled out in pain as the switchblade tore through his flesh. It felt as if someone had stuck a hot dagger into his body.

“CHRIS!” Y/N shrieked as Ronnie quickly disappeared. Chris stumbled and fell to one knee, holding his hand over the bleeding wound. “Oh god Oh god Oh god!”

Y/N was panicking. Her mind and heart were racing a million miles a second as she quickly dropped to her knees to get on Chris’s level. She saw that he was stabbed right in the abdomen, and his hand was covering the area. His hand was soaked in blood. It was bad.

“S-stay with me, please!” She said quickly, taking her hat off and placing it over his wound to prevent any more blood from pooling out. She put his arm over her shoulder and stood up slowly, taking him with her. He was a bit taller than her which made him quite heavy for her. She could manage it though, she had to for Chris’s sake. “Whatever you do, don’t close your eyes. Please stay awake, okay?”

Chris nodded before coughing up a bit of blood. Y/N’s eyes widened and now she was really getting scared. She was keeping it all inside now however, she had to put on a brave face.

The snow was still coming down hard, and it was not easy to see what direction home was. “Fuck, which was is home?? Oh no, god damn it! We’re lost..”

“H-hold onto me, I know a way to get b-back..” Chris spoke, his voice cracking and barely audible.

“W-what? You do?”

He nodded, and pulled her close. “D-don’t be frightened. T-takes a sec..” Within seconds, they were back. Had he just teleported them? Y/N looked around, shocked.

“How did you?-”

“T-teleportation…use it f-for emergencies..” Chris hurled over, wincing in pain as he held his abdomen. “Fuck..”

“Someone please help! We need a doctor, Chris is hurt!” Y/N cried out as she looked around for someone to come.

Thankfully, Madison was within earshot and came rushing over. “Y/N, what on earth happened?!” She asked frantically as she took in Chris’s state.

“I-I got lost and then Ronnie attacked a-and then Chris showed up and fought h-him and then he s-stabbed him and-!”

Madison put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Woah woah hey, breathe. Let me call the medic so Chris can be taken care of, then you can tell me what happened, alright?”

Y/N took a breath and sniffled, “A-alright..”

Madison gave her a small smile before dialing a number on her phone and walking away. “It’s Christopher, the girl said he was attacked. He’s got a stab wound, a bloody nose and some bruising. Okay, great. See you soon..” She walked back over, “We have an on-call medic who’ll be over soon. Let me get Chris to his bedroom, okay hun?”

“I-is he going to be okay?” Y/N asked quietly, her tone laced with worry.

“He’ll be fine. If I know Chris, he’ll pull through it.”

Y/N hugged his body close to her for a moment, quickly pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Please make sure he’s taken care of. I can’t lose him too..” She whispered as she helped Madison get Chris to his feet.

“We’ll make sure of it. You go change and warm up, get some rest too.” Madison said gently as she took Chris.

Y/N sighed, “I’ll try..”

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Y/N’s POV

I had changed into warm pajamas and sat in the sitting room, anxiously waiting for any news on Chris. I had told Becca and Madison what happened and they had been with me the whole time, comforting me and reassuring me that he would be okay.

“I don’t know girls, the stab wound was really bad, he was in so much pain. What if he doesn’t make it?” I whispered as tears pooled in my eyes.

Becca put her arm around my shoulders. “Don’t say that. He’s gonna be okay.” She said gently, rubbing circles on my back.

“As long as the knife didn’t puncture any major organs, he should be fine.” Madison added.

They were right, I knew they were. I was just scared. I was scared to lose Chris. I couldn’t lose another person that meant so much to me.

It had only been a short time since I knew him, but I felt such a strong connection with him, and I was sure that he felt it too. He had been so caring, so kind and generous toward me. He made me feel like I belonged, like I mattered and had purpose.

He was also just so…protective of me. He always made sure my safety was his top priority, he showed that in the woods. He was willing to fight to keep me safe and that made my heart flutter.

I sighed, looking at both of them with a tired smile. “You girls are right, he’ll be okay..”

Becca pulled a blanket over me, “Get some sleep, you need it. We’ll keep you updated on when you can visit Chris.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate that.” I said with a small smile, snuggling into the warm blanket. I could feel the exhaustion overwhelm me and I was getting really sleepy.

“Of course hun, now go to sleep, okay?” Madison said softly.

“You don’t have to tell me twice..”

…………………………………………………………

It had been a few hours and I was awoken by Madison gently shaking me. “He’s awake, do you want to go see him?”

I instantly got up, a bit anxious. “Yes, yes please!”

Madison nodded and led me down to Chris’s bedroom. She opened the door and we walked inside. The medic was standing by a barely conscious Chris. He had a bandage wrapped around his torso where he was stabbed.

“Is…is he okay?” I asked.

The medic looked over at me and then back at Chris. “I was able to close the wound, but he lost a lot of blood..”

I was confused. “So, what does that mean? Is he going to be alright?”

“Well, he’s going to need to get more blood somehow, otherwise there’s a chance he could become ill and much weaker”

I gasped. “How can we get Chris more blood?” I asked frantically.

The medic turned to Madison. “Madison, do you have any donor blood on site?” He asked. Madison shook her head.

“No, I’m afraid not. He had the last of it a few months when he had gone a few days without food.”

The medic sighed. “That’s not ideal. We need to get him blood as soon as possible.”

“He can have my blood!” I interjected without hesitation. This even caught Chris’s attention.

“L-little dove, no. I-I can’t, I won’t.” He was now sitting up, groaning a bit as he held his abdomen. I went over to him and he looked me in the eyes. “I-I promised I wouldn’t drink from you anymore.”

I grabbed his hand and looked down at it. His knuckles were bandaged up as they were bloody earlier. “Chris, you need to…you could become really sick if you don’t get blood soon..”

“We’ll find donor blood from a blood bank or something. I’m not touching your blood.” He stated firmly. It seemed as if he wouldn’t change his mind.

“Christopher, the sooner you get blood in your system, the faster your recovery will be.” The medic advised.

“I don’t care. I’m not risking getting addicted to her blood. I can’t risk her getting hurt.”

I bit my lip before grabbing Chris’s face with both hands, “God damn it Chris! If you care enough about me…enough about yourself, then you’ll drink my blood!” I pleaded with him. My eyes softened as I looked at him, “Please, I’ve already lost so many important people in my life, don’t be another..” I whispered as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

Chris furrowed his brows, anxiously thinking all of this over. I could tell he was still unsure. “I’ll be okay, just like last time. I’m asking you to drink from me, it’s not like it’ll be against my will.”

Chris sighed and looked up at me. “I-I know..”

“Then please, drink my blood. Take what you need.”

“Alright..” He said hesitantly, “But I need it to be just the two of us, just so it’s more comfortable. Madison, please go make sure Y/N has a snack ready for after.”

Madison nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Be careful, Christopher.” The medic warned before he left with Madison, leaving me alone with Chris.

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Christopher’s POV

Y/N moved her sleep shirt to the side to expose her neck and shoulders. She got on the bed and moved next to me and shifted so she was in a comfortable position.

“You really care about me, don’t you?” I asked softly. “You being okay with all of this and willingly giving your blood to me whenever I need it is true devotion.”

She gave me a soft smile. “You’ve done so much for me yourself, you protected me from Ronnie not once but twice, and you’ve been nothing but kind to me. This is a serious situation and you needed help. Of course I care about you, Chris.”

I smiled back, caressing her cheek gently. “I care about you too little dove, more than you’ll ever know..”

She leaned into my touch, holding the hand on her cheek. “I know you do..”

We stayed like this for a few more moments but eventually I pulled back, knowing I had to eventually get this over with. Admittedly, a part of me was looking forward to getting to taste her again. Her blood was pure heaven to me. But at the same time, I was afraid of hurting her, becoming addicted to her. But I knew how important this was to her, so I was willing to do it.

Y/N must’ve taken notice that I was lost in thought and she took my hand in hers. “Hey, we’re gonna be okay. Don’t overthink it.” She reassured me gently.

I took a breath before nodding. “You’re right, we’re gonna be okay.” I said with a small smile. “Are you ready?”

“Whenever you are.” She said, gently squeezing my hand. I nodded before lifting my head to her neck, my nose brushing against her skin. I wrapped my arms around her as my lips moved down her neck and to her shoulder.

“Thank you, so much. I’ll always be so grateful for your kindness..” I whispered before I sank my teeth into her flesh.

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chapter 147 thoughts

you guys ever hear the tale of the monkey's paw. grants your wish but you suffer dire consequences as a result? just felt relevant to this chapter for some reason. anyway.

Chapters Since The 143 Kiss Happened And Went Completely Unacknowledged And Unaddressed Count: 4

I'm gonna be up front and say that while I really wanted to like this chapter and it has the bones of interesting ideas, so many of the existing issues with the Movie Arc just bring it crashing back down. I probably dislike it more than I necessarily should because knowing that this definitely is the end and seeing concretely in hindsight just how much time was wasted and how much excellent material has been squandered or flat out skipped over entirely just makes me want to put my head through a brick wall. And it just sucks because, like… man, I don't want to dislike Oshi no Ko! I really don't enjoy feeling like I'm just putting negativity out each chapter because when the story hits, it hits so fucking good!! The Movie Arc has been clunky but it's had some truly breathtaking individual moments and character beats that make me remember why I fell in love with the series so deeply but then chapters like this come along and I wonder why I'm even bothering to keep reading.

anyway. Anyway.

To my genuine shock and surprise, the RBHK conversation happens entirely onscreen and isn't needlessly dragged out which I will take as a W at this point. What is less of a W is how just… underwhelming this ended up being? This is Hikaru's first meeting (that we know of) with the child he fathered and then essentially orphaned… at least as far as Ruby is concerned. So her total lack of reaction to him is baffling. The question currently seems to be whether Ruby is only pretending not to recognize him in order to try and pry the answer she's looking for out of him or whether Akasaka really, genuinely wants me to believe that Ruby does not recognize her father, when Akane recognized him on sight, he looks identical to her twin brother she spent 18 years growing up with and she is in the middle of MAKING A MOVIE THAT STARS HIM. If the latter is the intent then all I can say is that I feel genuinely fucking insulted on Ruby's behalf at her being dumbed down this badly and for myself as a reader that Akasaka thinks I'm stupid enough to buy this. So I am very much hoping it's the former.

The talk they go onto have is also………………………….. man. I want to like it. I really want to pull it apart and analyze it because it is fascinating. It's a really important look into Ruby's feelings and I even myself said this was something I really wanted to see Ruby dealing with - being faced with the realization that the person who killed her mother isn't some ephemeral faceless force of uncomplicated evil, but a fucked up human being who was hurt and suffering and who faced horrific and monstrous abuse just like Ai did. The idea of Ruby wrestling with her conflicting feelings of empathy and resentment, similar to Kana trying to reconcile her lingering hurt with her love for Ruby as her friend, is super compelling.

But like… she didn't! Akasaka having Ruby look into the camera and having her say "uhhh i was totally having all these deep and complicated feelings this whole time trust me bro" is the first we have heard Ruby struggle with literally any of this. It's yet another example of what I've been saying this whole time of Akasaka both lacking enough respect for Ruby to seriously interrogate her as a character and rushing her to the endpoint of what should have been long term characterization in lieu of showing us the work it takes to get there. Rather than organically weaving any of this into the prior story and letting us actually see Ruby work through this, she just starts awkwardly monologing about it to a conveniently placed guy who is, depending on your interpretation of the chapter, either some rando with an umbrella or the guy she's pretty sure killed her mom.

There is no reason her struggling to reconcile these contrasting feelings of resentment and empathy couldn't have been explored as the movie was being filmed. There were countless opportunities for this to have come up while the movie was filming the scenes dealing with Hikaru's abuse - we even get this set up in 139 during the filming of their first meeting but it gets derailed by a dumb brocon joke because I guess that was more important to spend pagetime on than the arc Akasaka is trying to suddenly pretend Ruby was having.

And it's not like it even matters! Unless the next arc is also going to be about 15 Year Lie where we interrogate the content of the movie not shown to us, Ruby's struggle here comes to nothing. That overhanging question of "Will Ai('s actress) forgive her killer or not?" is cut short and goes unanswered. So what was the point of this?

I also just really can't get my head around this continued thread of Ruby wanting to be an idol who 'surpasses' Ai. I had a whole rant about it here I ended up deleting lol but the long and the short of it is it feels entirely incongruous with the series' broader portrayal and Ruby's own attitude about chasing Ai's light and what being an idol did to Ai but at this point I've given up.

The exchange with Kamiki that follows is like, the one part of this chapter I think is just uncomplicatedly interesting and worth interrogation. He actually gives Ruby a lot of genuinely good advice here - that she can only find an answer to that question by interrogating it herself and an answer from someone else won't solve the issue. Does she actually want suffering and revenge? Are those really at the core of who she is as a person?

The framing here is obviously and overtly sinister and suspicious and we're pretty clearly supposed to think he was about to shove Ruby down the stairs, but a few things jumped out to me. The first is that if you pay attention to the backgrounds, they seem to have actually already been close to if not at ground level by the time Akane caught up to them, so… what exactly was a push from that height going to do if he did, in fact, push her?

Not only that but uh… holy shit! His white hoshigan!!!!

Like, am I misremembering, or is this not the one and only time we have ever seen adult Hikaru - maybe even the real Hikaru full stop - without black hoshigans??? Given what we've seen of him so far and how the black hoshigans have been used as a symbol, if he really was about to kill Ruby… where did THAT come from?

Added together with the deeply sympathetic portrayal of his younger self in the movie, it continues to raise a lot of questions for me as to exactly what we're supposed to be thinking of Hikaru and how we're supposed to feel about him that I am finding very compelling. ambiguity enjoyers when the

NINO IS HERE!!!! MISS NINO I'M FREE THURSDAY NIGHT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HANG OUT

Joking aside, I'm really glad Nino is here because it implies her whatever the fuck is going on situationship with Kamiki is going to continue into the final arc(s?) of the series and that we'll get to see more of her as a result. Nino's been one of my favourite OnK characters since I first read 45510 so any more content of her in the main story is a treat.

Kamiki's words about the movie killing him via public opinion also lines up with what I was expecting to happen more or less… I'm curious to see how this is all going to play out and what this means for Aqua given that, if last chapter is anything to go by, he's still very much struggling with suicidal ideation. can someone PLEASE give my son a bone crushing hug.

akane stalking kamiki is up there as one of the funniest things ever in this manga btw. what is wrong w her <3

This is unfortunately where me having nice things to say about this chapter ends because the chapter - and therefore the Movie Arc as a whole - ends with this transparently rushed sequence absolutely mach speech blasting through the remaining material of the movie in one and a half's pages worth of silent single panels. Honestly, I really can't properly articulate how mad and frustrated I am about this lmao. It really just feels like Akasaka admitting to the reader that he's stopped giving a shit about what the movie was supposed to be about. The HKAI breakup that was given a huge amount of setup and weight at the start of filming? Ai's pregnancy? AI'S DEATH???? It's all skipped over and brushed aside as if it never mattered in the first place. Never mind any of the interesting characterization we could've gotten out of it. Never mind that the Movie Arc was promised to be about Ai and untangling her past. Never fucking mind Ruby having literally any interiority about having to act out the death of her beloved mother and reliving the event that destroyed her and her brother's lives. If Akasaka doesn't care, why should I?

It feels like a slap in the face for getting invested in the story's promises and trying to engage with it. But of course, I'm going to be back like a clown doing just that when the next chapter drops anyway.

at least we're finally moving on to a new arc but by god. at what fucking cost.

break next week……………………………………………..

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #chapter reviews

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babybluebex · 2 years

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143 with eddie?

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

You looked up from your book, blinking a few times to orient yourself from the small text. You had been absorbed in a book that you had to read for your history class and hadn't really been paying attention to what Eddie was doing next to you. You had assumed that he was studying, like he had promised you that he was; however, the library didn't seem to be a good place for that.

"What?" you asked, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

"You keep..." Eddie began quietly. "You're playing with your hair, chewing on your lip, messing with your shirt— you're driving me insane, baby."

"I'm sorry," you frowned and shoved your bookmark in the spine of your book before shutting it. "Does that really turn you on?"

Eddie shrugged. "When you're just sitting there, looking beautiful... You're not even trying, that's the annoying part. God! Why're you so fucking beautiful?" His rise in voice earned him a shush, and he wrinkled his nose mockingly at whoever had shushed him.

"I—" you started, and you pressed your hands to your mouth to stifle your laughter. "I'm sorry? Should I apologize?"

"No, you shouldn't," Eddie said. "Go back to your book. Just know that I'm super hard now and it's all your fault."

"Really?" you whispered, and your eyes fell to below the table, where Eddie sat with his legs pulled open as always. You could see the slight bulge in his jeans, and you suddenly got an idea that you figured that Eddie would love. "Well, I think I might need help looking for a book in the science section."

Eddie scoffed. "Nobody ever goes back there," he said with a roll of his eyes. "What do you need?"

"I think I need an anatomy lesson," you told him as you rose from your seat, and you grabbed his big, warm hand. "C'mon, big boy, let's go."

"An anatomy..." Eddie began, and his eyes widened as he finally wised up to what you meant. Nobody ever went to that part of the library, so it was guaranteed to be quiet and lonesome in that back corner. "Oh, shit, yeah. Yeah, don't want you failing anatomy, yeah, c'mon."

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #bex answers #slutforghilan nain #bex's drabbles

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butraura · 26 days

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Several Sentences Sunday!

tagged by @aspecbuddie

They head to the others and are greeted with boundless excitement. A couple basketballs are being dribbled for practice; about four of them are at the park, including Aaron. “Heyyyy,” Buck drawls, greeting them.

“Yo,” Aaron answers, pulling Buck in for a quick one-armed chest hug. “How’ve you been, man?” He turns to the others who start to encircle them. “Guys, this is the dude from the Academy I told you about. The one who was hit by lightning.”

“No way,” murmurs trickle across the group.

“Uh, y-yeah,” Buck chuckles warily. “That’s me.”

“Damn,” someone says.

Aaron shrugs. “Anyway,” he starts, extending a hand to Chimney. “I’m Aaron. Buck and I were in the Academy together. I’m with the 143.”

Chim takes his hand easily. “Nice to meet you, I’m Chimney.”

“Chimney?” The man is incredulous. “Sounds like a story behind that nickname.”

Buck snorts. “Maybe we’ll tell you about it when we win,” he winks.

“Oh, it’s like that,” Aaron taunts, everyone piling on at once animatedly. “Any more of you?”

“No, just us,” Buck answers.

“Actually,” Chimney interjects, “I invited Eddie.”

“You did?” Buck is taken aback.

He nods. “Yeah, they should be here any time.”

“They?”

As if summoned, Eddie’s voice can be heard laughing about something behind Buck as he approaches the group.

I thought he was busy, he thinks to himself.

Nothing in the world could have prepared him both for what he sees when he turns around, and the feeling that flourishes in the pit of his stomach as he takes them in.

Tommy.

It’s a hundred different feelings wrapped in a fleeting moment as he sees them walking together. Closely, and the space between their shoulders as they walk rivaling his own closeness with Eddie.

Tommy says something to his friend that Buck can’t hear, and the way Eddie throws his head back as he laughs makes his heart beat too quickly and painfully. He said he was BUSY.

No one pays attention to his spiraling and when they get to the group, Buck and Chimney are greeted familiarly. Tommy brings Chimney in for a pound hug and Buck is caught off guard when Eddie lighty nudges his arm with elbow. “What’s up?” he asks.

Buck stammers, panic sprouting in his features. “Uh, n-nothing. I thought you were busy today.” It comes out a little more accusatory than he means it to, but far less angry than he actually is.

Eddie is unphased. “Yeah, Tommy and I went for a ride in the chopper. We were talking about what it took to join Air Support.”

He says it so flippantly, so casual and easily, that Buck wonders if he could actually stab him with a sword just as carelessly.

tagging: @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @fortheloveofbuddie

#buck is a jealous baby boy and i love him dearly #buddie #911 #buck x eddie #spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #mine #eddie x buck #tommy kinard #911 7x04 #spec fic #will be a one shot #trying my hardest to finish this before tuesday #idk

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desi2go · 2 months

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Case 143

part 1 part 2 part 3

pairing: werewolf!lee know x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Author's note: Happy Valentine's Day to everyone. I hope you enjoyed this mini series ;-)

Your life was great, really. Your exams turned out good and you could finally relax a bit. The cold and rainy spring turned into the warm sunny summer that was already awaited because of the bad storms in the last weeks.

But most of all, your relationship with your now boyfriend Minho went smoothly and was like a dream. Wherever you two met, there were butterflies in your tummy and a wide smile on your lips. After catching him in the hallway that day, everything has changed. He has changed. Well, his behaviour towards you at least. He was soft and caring to you while teasing you became his favourite thing.

The moment of walking together in one of your classes, hand in hand, was burned into your memory. You remember Wooyoung sitting on your desk, a knowing smile on his face and wiggling eye brows that made you laugh and at the same time growing red.

He congratulated you two and pulled you into a tight hug. You remember the way Minho pulled you away from the boy that was glued to you and took you into his arms protectively.

Innocent, Woo held his hands up and laughed. "Pull the claws in kitty. I don't wanna take her away from you" You chuckled at his comment and lean into your boyfriends touch.

Even if Minho didn't like the smell of the other male on you, he knew that he must accept it. He was your friend and maybe, if he admits, wasn't so bad at all. But that doesn't mean that Woo should be all over you all the time. You were his, and only his. You should smell like him and not like the other wolf.

The day you kissed, was now three months back in the past and you two got to know eachother better than before. The relationship was fragile at first. Both of you feared to overstep or to make mistakes but that faded away really quickly and you became overly comfortable in the presence of the other one.

After class, he waited for you to bring you home or to eat something with you in the cafeteria. On weekends, you both met eachother. Sometimes, he took you out on a fancy date to the cinema or to a restaurant but usually you two would spend an evening on your couch with cute pyjamas and a big bowl of microwave popcorn, too tired to go out or dress up from the exhausting week.

...

At first, he was anxious with you meeting his pack members. What if you don't like them? They were his family but you as well. But you didn't pressure him and after some time, he brought you to his house. But not without stating to his pack members that they will sleep in the garden if they don't behave and scare you.

Your first impression of the boys were that they were super chaotic. You just went through the entrance door when you were swarmed by two boys. One had long blonde died hair who introduced himself as Felix and the other one was Han. You've met the brown haired in the hallway after you had dropped some important sheets of paper and he had helped you.

Felix was a totally sunshine. His personality was bubbly and kind. Within the first few minutes he gave you a hug and offered you some brownies. The curly haired man, Chan, pulled him softly away from you to give you space and bid you hello.

The other members introduced themselves as well as you all sat on the big couch in the living room. You sat between Minho and Han while your boyfriend draped an arm around your shoulders and drew lines on your skin. You leaned into the touch and listened to the conversation, from time to time answering questions or adding something.

Everything went well. Minho saw that you liked his family and we're comfortable around them. It made his heart swell and now he could spend time with you and his friends together.

...

As time went on Minho pushed his confession that he is a werewolf more and more in the background. He knew that someday he needed to tell you the truth. You deserved to know. And you must know as his mate. Hell, he must tell you that too. That you two were bond together even when you couldn't sense the pull of the mate bond as strong as he can.

Especially now, when he would go into his rut soon. Twice a year he will be controlled by his hormones and his instincts to reproduce. It would be too dangerous to be near you since you didn't even know about the existence of werewolves.

You're smart. So, he must come up with a really good excuse. He hates to lie to you but he would loose you if you found out and he isn't going to let you go now. Even if it meant to hide that side for a little longer.

He can feel it. The upcoming rut. It's getting worse and worse for each day that passes. And your sweet scent just drove him insane.

In the morning he wakes up sweaty and needy. He sighs when he tried to move out of his bed because of his sore muscles. Just like the ruts before, he will stay at home and just hope that it will be over soon. He hates the feeling of the rut. Especially after he had met you. His entire body wants to be near you, to love and breed you. His inner wolf couldn't think of anything else than you and your perfect body. He forces him to be near you. He knows that you can make the burning and the heat go away.

You on the other hand sat at that time already in class, wondering where you boyfriend is. He didn't show up. Maybe he is sick, you thought. Your suspicion was confirmed as he texted you only minutes later that he won't come the next few days because he got a cold. You immediately replied.

Get well soon. I will visit you in the afternoon with some medicine and food! ~ y/n

Shit, Minho thought. You can't come near him. Not now. He couldn't control himself right now and he doesn't want to hurt you.

You don't need to come, love. I don't want to infect you ~ Minho

I know, but you won't. Sleep now, you need to get better ~ y/n

He chuckled. As if he could sleep now with a hard one. That will be long days.

...

After class, you quickly got home and changed into comfier cloths and headed out to buy some medicine. You weren't the best cook but you will try to create a chicken soup that hopefully will help him. With all the ingredients, you walked to his house and grabbed the key from under the doormat to let yourself in. You learned that Felix and especially the youngest Jeongin forget their keys and the key under the mat was especially for these accidents.

It seemed to be only Minho home. The house was quiet which was a rare occasion because whenever the boys are home it's loud and laughter can be heard everywhere. They are a bunch of happiness and chaos.

You quickly walked into the kitchen and started cutting the ingredients. You had found a good recipe a while ago when you were sick and now you could finally use it again. As the soup was cooked, you decided to look after your boyfriend and bring him some medicine. With the bag with the medicine in one hand, you headed to his room.

Minho thought that he was hallucinating. He could smell your scent. Maybe his now even more sensitive nose tricked him. He panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he suddenly heard footsteps. Maybe one of the boys is back. Jisung promised him to cook him something to eat and went to buy food. Definitely it's him. Or maybe Hyunjin who should be currently at his art class.

But the footsteps were lighter and not so loud. And there was your scent again. The door opened and you stepped into the dark room.

"Minho?" You whispered because you didn't want to disturb him if he was sleeping and closed the door behind you. In the dark you could see Minho coming towards you with a fast pace.

He trapped you between the wall and him, both hands leaning on the wall next to your head. He looked exhausted and sweaty and you realised that he wore just his boxers. He leaned his head at the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

"Shit, Minho. You're burning!" You said as his hot skin met yours. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked with a hoarse voice. "I wanted to help you get better. I brought medicine and I cooked you a soup." You explained.

Minho murmured something. Then he got louder. "Go. Go. Please go!"

Minho fought against his instincts to rip your clothes and to nibble at your skin, to mark you. He couldn't do that for longer, he will loose control if you won't go away. His inner wolf became stronger and stronger with each second that passed. He wanted to be near his mate as close as possible. For him, you were willing to help so that the terrible burning inside him would stop.

And on top of that he could smell that you were ovulating. His instincts told him that he should breed you and to give you his baby. Soon he will do something that he'll regret.

"What? Why? What do you mean?" You ask confused. You stood there shocked. You should go? You just wanted to help. He lifted his face and looked you in the eyes. His weren't the usual brown, they were golden.

Then, he opened his mouth and showed you his teeth but they seem longer and sharper. Like the teeth from a wolf or a dog.

His arms held you by your shoulders. His face dipped down to your neck again and you could feel his mouth kissing you there and even his tongue glided over that spot. "Minho, what are you-" you couldn't even finish the question before his teeth bit into your skin.

Immediately, pain went through your body and you yelped and wanted to flee but he had trapped you.

You let out a yell and tears welled up in your eyes because of the stinging pain. You heard the door open and Minho was pulled away from you.

It was Han who pulled you out of the room and you could hear Minho desperately call out for you. He sounded broken and his voice was uneven.

Slowly, Han brought you into the kitchen and sat you down on one of the chairs. He then searched for the first-aid kit to look at your wound. Your mind was blank. Just some minutes ago, you were happy to help your boyfriend get well soon and walked to his room as you thought he was just ill. You never thought that he would bite you painfully. Well, how things could change.

You didn't understand it. Why? That was the question that kept twirling in your mind. Why? Did you do something wrong? What happened to him to act like that?

Han slowly touched your shoulder. You were deep into your thoughts and hadn't noticed that Han had found the first aid kit and stood in front of you. Fortunately, he was home in that moment when he heard you scream in pain.

He left his bags of food at the hallway and sprinted to Minho's room. He had pulled you away and looked at his best friend who didn't understand what happend just seconds ago.

As Han touched you, you flinched and finally focused on him. "Let me see the wound"

You leaned you head to the other side and exposed the bloody mark. Without wanting to harm you further, he cleaned the wound with a disinfectant cloth. You flinched again as the disinfection stung. Now, he could see how deep the mark truly was.

Han was relieved to see that it was not deep. If he would have gotten home just seconds later, the bite would be deep enough to be a permanent one, a mating mark that would have bonded your souls together forever. He removed the last bloody spots that was already drying. Then, he threw away the dirty cloth into the trash and put a plaster over the wound.

Han kneeled down in front of you so that you both could look each other into the eyes.

"Why, Han? What happened to him?" Your voice sounded broken and hurt. He knew that Minho didn't tell you that he was a werewolf. Now, he could slap himself for not dragging his best friend to tell you. At all wouldn't have happened if you knew from the beginning.

"Everything will be okay Y/n" he said with a calm voice. "Come, I'll bring you home"

You just nodded and followed him quietly. He brought you home and in front of your door, he stopped and turned to you. "Everything will be okay Y/n" He repeated his words from half an hour ago.

"Minho isn't himself right now. He'll explain everything to you, I promise. But please forgive him it wasn't completely his fault. Give him another chance."

"What do you mean with that. Isn't himself at the moment?"

"It isn't my right to say something to you. You should hear it from him" You sighed and nodded. Then you bid him goodbye and walked into your apartment.

...

Jisung shut the front door of the pack house with a thud and sprinted up to Minho's room. Without knocking, he threw the door open and saw his best friend sitting on his bed. Anxious and angry with himself, he ran his hand through his already messy hair. Minho knew that he had fucked up royally.

"How is she?" He asked Han slowly. His best friend sighed.

"She's confused and hurt. Man, what was wrong with you? Usually, you're not so uncontrollable during your rut."

"I don't know! Just her sweet scent made me crazy. Shit, I fucked up so bad"

"Yeah, you did. And you need to tell her about the whole werewolf thing as soon as possible"

"I know" After Han had saved his mate, he quickly got control back and immediately regretted what his wolf made him do. It was like someone else, his wolf side had taken over in the heat of the moment since that side was stronger in the rut. He paced through his room, thinking about what to do next. Should he follow you? No, that would be risky if his wolf got control again.

After some time he didn't know how to approach you or if he should approach you at all. Then, he heard Han and you walking to the front door but he kept silently in his room. The door closed and he was alone in the house again. Was that the last time he saw you?

He never thought that he would say that but he loves you with every ounce of his body. He wouldn't survive it anymore if you won't let him near you again. Not after experiencing that, even short, time with you as his girlfriend.

So, he must wait for his rut to be finally over and then he'll hope that you give him a chance to explain everything. And hopefully, you won't run away after that, claiming that he is crazy and scary.

...

The following days feel like dream. Well, to be exact like a nightmare, a pretty bad one. The next day after that accident was blurry. You couldn't concentrate on anything. You covered the wound with a scarf to avoid the curious questions when you where at the college. All you wanted was to stay at home and hide between your soft blankets of your bed, suppressing the past day. But you couldn't allow yourself that.

It was like Wooyoung immediately saw that wound even though you tried your best to hide it. He knitted his brows and pushed your scarf away to examine the plaster. "What happened to you?" He asked concerned.

"Nothing" you replied and pushed his hand away that touched it.

It wasn't nothing. Woo smelled it. The change of your scent. At first he thought that you must have spent the whole night with Minho and smelled that's why so much like him but he only could perceived your scent when he exactly concentrated on it. Then it hit him. He realised that your boyfriend must have marked you.

But he knew that then, your two scents would be mixed and most parts would be healed by now due to the bond. That idiot must have bit you only that deep to end up with a non permanent one that will indicate to other wolves that you are claimed, not mated but claimed. He was furious. And your red and slightly swollen eyes showed him that you weren't a fan of it either.

...

You waited another three days for any kind of symbol that your boyfriend lived and wanted to meet you. At that point you didn't even know if he would call you at all. But he did. He texted you.

Hey Y/n. I'm so sorry for what happened. I want to explain everything to you. Please, let me meet you at our favourite café. ~ Minho

You read that message again and again. Should you go? He seemed to want to fix things.

Okay, I'll be there in 30 ~ Y/n

You quickly threw over a light jacket and made your way to the café. It was the same café in which you both had worked on your project months ago and now, you loved to meet eachother there and to have a simple date there.

Surprisingly, Minho was already there and looked nervous. His always calm eyes travelled through the room and seemed to search for you. As he saw you, he jumped up from his stool and wanted to pull you towards him but he stopped himself. Instead he rubbed his neck.

"Hey Y/n"

"Hey" you said and took place in front of him. He looked really nervous.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. You must believe me" He stated with a pleading look.

As you didn't say anything he continued.

"But I wasn't myself anymore. And the truth is-" he took a deep breath. "I'm a werewolf"

Well, you hadn't expected that explanation.

"What? You're what?" You asked with a questioning look. You didn't know if you should call him crazy.

"Believe me, please. I'm a werewolf. And well, I'm an alpha and every alpha goes through a phase twice a year where his instincts are heightened and uhm they urge him to breed or to reproduce. I know it sounds crazy but it's called rut and I had my rut some days ago" Blood rushed into his cheeks as he explained rapidly what had happend to him.

"Rut? You mean that's why you were different then?"

"Yeah! My plan was it to keep you away from me because I didn't want to hurt you but then you stood there and everything in me went wild"

You sighed. He looked like it was his full seriousness. Should you believe him? But he sounded like he was saying the truth.

"So, shouldn't you be more hairy if you are a werewolf?"

He chuckled relieved. "Well, I can change into a wolf. Then I'll be hairy" he said cocky with a smirk.

"Of course. And I turn into Darth Vader every full moon" you replied simply not believing that. Minho, a wolf? Yeah right. That's it. Now, you need therapy. And maybe some alcohol. Much alcohol.

"Really? I didn't know you that a talent like that in you" he teased. "But I can prove you that I really am a werewolf"

"Okay, alright. Mr. Wolfie. Show me then"

He guided you out the café after he stated that he couldn't change in front of the people in there. They would go crazy. Then, he directed you to his car to drive you back to the pack house. Next to the house, there was a big forest.

His parents bought that house not without a reason. So, they could easily change without fearing that somebody would see them and call the police out of fear. The whole ride was silent. Nobody dared to say something. Minho concentrated on driving while you just observed the world outside the window.

...

He turned off the engine and got out. You followed him into the forest to a small clearing where the warm sun broke through the treetops. You fiddled with your hands and stood there, waiting that Minho did something.

Minho rubbed his neck and took a deep breath. He hoped that you wouldn't run away after he showed you his other side. The werewolf side. He took off his jacket, the one that you loved, and began transforming. You heard his bones cracking and rearranging.

And soon, instead of your boyfriend, there stood that huge from head to toe black wolf. His eyes were golden, the same colour you noticed from time to time in his human eyes. Your breath hitched. He looked really terrifying and you stepped back to bring more distance between you and him. But unfortunately, you tripped over a small tree trunk and fell into the soft grass.

You heard steps and then the wolf stood right in front of you. He came closer and closer until he was only centimetres away from your face. The werewolf whimpered and slowly laid down with his head on your lap. Minho could feel how tense you were as he laid there, trying to show you that he wouldn't hurt you. Never.

You kept your hands pressed against your chest but slowly you calmed down and touched his fur on his head. His black fur was silky and soft. As you grew more comfortable, you brushed through his hair and he began wagging his tail with excitement. Minho's inner wolf was satisfied and purred happy.

You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence. But you felt guilty that you didn't trust him. "Minho?" You tried to turn his attention to you and stopped petting him. He lifted his head and touched with his wet nose your fingers. So, you continued with speaking.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't believe you. I should have trusted you" Slowly, the tears that brimmed in your eyes fell down on your cheeks and dropped on your hands. Minho whimpered at the sight of you and pushed his nose in your face and licked the tears away with his tongue. It probably would be the best if he would transform back.

He trotted a few feet away and once again his bones cracked which caused you to lift your head just to see Minho standing there in his whole glory. Naked.

Well, it wasn't the first time you saw him naked but still the blood rushed to your cheeks. The clothes he weared before were ripped due to the transformation. He picked up the jacket and tied it at his waist.

"I am sorry Y/n. I hurt you and I should have told you from the beginning" He explained and leaned down to cup your face in his big hands. One hand slid down your face, brushing a wild hair strand behind your ear and travelling to the place where the bite mark is.

Slowly, he pulled the scarf away that hid the mark. Then, he could see it. It wasn't so swollen anymore and the red bruisings were fading away. His eyes burned with both tears and guilt. He had hurt his mate. The one he was supposed to protect. He failed.

"But I was an idiot. I feared that you wouldn't want to see me again after. Y/n I'm so sorry"

You looked in his now brown eyes and closed the distance between you two. At first, the kiss was timid but soon it turned into a passionate one. His soft lips against yours while his nose brushed against you cheek and his hair tickled your forehead.

"I love you Y/n" he murmured against your lips, catching breath. Your breath hitched and you gave him another kiss. "I love you too, Mr. Wolfie"

He chuckled. "Is that my nickname now?"

"Maybe?" You answered and smirked playfully.

He shakes his head amused and gave you a peck on your forehead. "But I still need to tell you something. You are my mate"

You knitted your brows. Mate? What was that? "What do you mean with mate?"

"You know. Each werewolf has a person that he is destined to spend his whole life with. A soulmate."

"And I'm your mate? How do you know?"

"Well, we feel a pull towards the person. It's like every second you're without them your heart aches" He told you and grabbed your hand.

"And why don't I feel a pull? Is it because I'm a human?"

He nodded and stroked his thumb over your fingers lightly.

"Does that mean, you respect me as a werewolf?" He asked carefully as his shoulders tensed again. You chuckled. "Of course Wolfie. I need to get comfortable with the idea that my boyfriend is a big dog though"

"I love you Y/n. But if you call me a dog one more time I need to tickle you to death!" He threatened and his soft lips brushed against yours.

You smirked and simply teased him further. Both of you enjoyed the presence of the other one. Neither of you wanted to separate for longer after the week of distance.

Something in the underwood crashed and Minho tensed next to you. He growled slightly and wanted to protect you from whoever might come towards you. You are his. Only his.

Jisung shot out of the woods while a knowing smirk plastered his face. In his hand was a bag with clothes for Minho. He had seen you two walking into the forest, so he assumed that Minho might need new clothings.

He threw the bag over to his best friend who caught it effortlessly. "Keep going lovebirds. I'm already on my way back" he said.

...

"One more question. Is Han a werewolf too?"

Minho focused back on you after he had changed and now walked to the pack house hand in hand with you.

"Yes, he is an Alpha like I am. Well, everyone in the house is a werewolf. And you know what? Wooyoung and his friend are wolves too"

You gasped. "Really? I never noticed"

"Because we like to keep our identities hidden darling." He stated. It was nice to finally be honest with you. He hadn't noticed how guilty he was for not telling you before the accident.

And now, he could slap himself for thinking that you wouldn't love him the way he is. You are his mate for a reason and he wouldn't want someone else to be it. You were his one and only. Even though you need to learn so many things about werewolves, you made it clear that there was no difference. Werewolf or not. Minho is the love of your life.

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