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#vision x reader smut
martiniluvr · 24 days
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18+ minors dni
warnings: overstimulation 🎀
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jason todd who absolutely cannot handle jealousy. who sees red at the slightest lingering stare from a man at the bar while you’re laughing about something you heard at work. who struggles to contain his urge to maim when some asshole ogles the shape of your thighs in your mini dress. who memorises the number plate of any driver who rolls past with their window down to yell out something obscene about your body, knowing the red hood will be paying them a visit later.
it’s probably the lazarus pit talking, but he knows it would be so easy to shatter every bone in their bodies with his bare hands—and, shit, it would feel fuckin’ great. but he’s promised you he’ll save his anger for the ‘real’ bad guys in gotham, so he settles for the next best option: fucking you so good you can barely remember your own name.
one of his hands gropes at your breasts while the other rubs tight circles on your clit as he ruts into you, the obscene sound of your wetness around his cock sending a chill down his spine. he’s worked three torturous orgasms out of you already—two with his mouth, one with his fingers—and you whine desperately as you feel him going for a fourth. your hands weakly claw at the y-shaped scar on his chest as he angles your hips off the bed, so that every thrust brushes against the sensitive spot in your walls.
he looks down at you with a mixture of pride and ferocity. “what’s the matter? too much for you, ma?” he asks, his voice ragged as he fucks into you. your eyes are watery and you’re reduced to a string of incoherent moans, your walls clamping down on him hard as he speaks. jason smiles wide—that’s all the answer he needs. seeing you gasp and writhe at the sensitivity as your fourth orgasm is forced out of you is enough to confirm what the both of you already know. none of those guys could fuck you like this, baby.
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luvit · 4 months
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ELLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Just wanna start off by saying that your one-shots make me absolutely FERAL I'm literally going to swallow your account whole.
Recently, I walked into the wrong store at a strip mall lookin like a fuckin HIGHLIGHTER (full pink outfit + heels 💀), and the guy at the counter was this BEEFCAKE with a gaiter mask and a Slipknot shirt who looked me up and down before asking if I was in the right place. I almost folded on the spot. I actually don't know how I made it out of there alive bro.
So how do I channel my raging obsession with this random stranger even though I saw him for a grand total of 15 seconds? By projecting it onto COD, of course!
Here I humbly ask of thee to make a piercer!Ghost AU who is pretty much just a brooding metalhead decked out in piercings and tattoos, and a reader who is literally the big-eyed, picture-perfect, borderline Elle Woods embodiment of your typical "good girl", who has Simon grinding on the shelves beneath the counter when she asks him abt services. She only has basic earrings, and the idea of being the one to ruin her pretty little visage drives him fucking wild. Has to keep himself from leaping over the register and ploughing a crater of her into the floor when she schedules an appointment for a Christina piercing.
Only problem is, is when it happens, she's a whiny little thing and a sobbing mess so she's gotta be comforted in order for Simon to do his job (wink wonk). Throws in a free ring and the promise of future discounts bc he wants her to come back for more. He just laughs when she picks a sparkly lil butterfly stud or whatever bc he thinks she's adorable but also out of confusion bc girl??? What was the reason for this if not late-onset rebellion???? Did you lose a bet????? No to all. Homegirl actually got her bits ka-chunked as her first piercing by choice bc it's easy to hide lmao. Crazy.
Bonus points if Ghost makes her send daily photos of it to "see how she's healing". I also imagine he would personally put her new jewelry pieces when she buys them and teaches her what a Jacob's Ladder piercing is (iykwim 😏) but that sounds like a part 2 kinda thing and I feel like I've already sent so much 😭 I don't mean to overwhelm you with this I'm so sorry. I'm just passionate I swear 😪
Anyway YOU'RE DOING CHARITY WITH WHAT YOU DO ILYSM TY BYEEEEE <33333
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
BRO ARE YOU LIVING AN IN REAL LIFE ROMANCE NOVEL??????? WHAT FANFIC DID YOU STEP OUT OF??!?!?!??! oh wait. this one ;P
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piercer!simon who absolutely could not take his eyes off of you when you walked into the little area of the strip mall. where the walls were lined with graphic tees, art, and a whole line up of tools and items meant for piercing. the dark walls and the only colors in the room being the neon on the shirts and your pretty pink outfit that especially made it come together with the little skirt you decided to hike up a little higher on your hips. oh, simon could stop himself from thinking about how innocent you looked. and how much he wanted to ruin that. especially with the way your wide eyes looked around at everything and landed on him. he knew he needed to corrupt that.
piercer!simon who asks "need anything, little lady?" from behind the counter. when you turn those doe eyes to him, oh he's a goner for sure. makes him shift so his growing bulge is hidden against the counter. he hoped that it would go away if he just planted his clothed dick against the side of the counter. in his head he's pleading that you don't come closer and just run out of there. but when you come bounding over to him, he has no choice but to grind against the shelves when you move those pretty lips. especially when you say you came in there on accident, oh he can make you cum on purpose. you should've just run while you had the chance. but you figured since you were there and already acknowledged that you should do something. now, he's got his hooks into you. because little you decided to approach the huge muscled man who's got a bunch of tattoos running down both arms, a bunch of ear and eyebrow and lip piercings, and a hidden tongue piercing he likes to show off on special occassions.
piercer!simon who walks you through the types of piercings you can get done when you ask him, haven't gotten anything else besides your earlobes pierced. he says they can do more on your ears, it's easier enough since you have the basics there already. or even a nose piercing. and he takes the chance to study your face, but with the angle you're giving him with that top? he's able to barely see your cleavage and the way your bra cups your tits so nicely. has to bite his lip when you start looking on your phone for types of piercings as well. he sees your hands and things how those pretty manicured fingers would look wrapped around his cock. would feel so much better than a lousy shelf.
piercer!simon who takes in a breath when you show him a picture of a christina piercing. wants to tell you that they don't normally do that in a strip mall anyways. but the way your nervous little pout wobbles and you look guilty since you don't want to walk in and not get anything? simon thinks to himself, why not? he can do it under the table, among other things he can do under a table. just for you he says.
piercer!simon who tells you to meet him after hours so he can block the windows and close down the shop to give you complete privacy. and when you do, he greets you with this primal grin that makes you feel like you're stepping into a wolves den. makes you strip completely for him and gets close to your pussy when you show it to him nervously. who himself spreads your pussy open so he can "see what he's working with" as he gently rubs your inner thighs and massages all around your pussy claiming it's to get you ready.
piercer!simon who readies the tools and pauses because apparently you're not that ready yet. and when you ask what he means, he spreads you open again and presses down on your clit, plays with it just a little. knows he can't make a sweet thing like you cum. that you'll catch on if he does. but can't help but just mess with you a little bit by rolling it between his fingers and swiping it back and forth. says that it needs to be so so that it's "not in the way". and will have to hold it out of the way when he's actually ready to pierce it, but his fingers "slip" a couple times on your clit and he has to resume position. it's a little hard now that you've become so slippery! and the way your thighs twitch every time he presses onto it? it takes a looot longer than expected.
piercer!simon who asks why you decided to get this out of all the piercings, while he rubs around your mound soothingly. makes you squirm as you look at him with hooded eyes while trying to come out with a steady answer. and when you say that it'll be easier to hide than more ear piercings, a belly pericing, or any facial piercings, he has to hide this evil smirk of his.
piercer!simon who takes advantage that you have to hide this piercing, so you can't properly ask for help for care on it! so why not ask an expert who also knows about the piercing? convinces you to give him your number so you can text him updates of it healing so he can help you keep tabs on it. so he can tell you its "healing progress" when in reality he's having you take pictures nearly every day. tells you that he needs a really clear picture so you're going to have to spread your legs a little wider, even hold your pussy lips open a little bit so he can see.
piercer!simon who says that the pictures aren't enough, he isn't able to clearly tell. you'll just have to come in again so he can check it for himself. after all, he's way better if he does a personal inspection. how else can he know how that pretty pussy is doing if he doesn't give it a hands on inspection?
piercer!simon who believes in an eye for an eye. and if you're curious as well then he might show you his jacob's ladder piercings. might let you touch them. might let you feel them. all 7 of them. 🤷‍♀️
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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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Heyyy there would you mind writing wanda x femreader where r dreams of wanda cheating on us with vision so when r wokes up she's mad and grumpy and wanda doesn't know why, now she's sad and confused. Fluff at the end though
VISIONS
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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 862
WARNINGS: allusions to smut, talks of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, groping, small angst, fluff, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“Baby? Can you please stop ignoring me?” Wanda asked with a hand on your shoulder. You shook it off, rolling your eyes as you threw the blankets further over your body. She sighed, trying to leave a kiss to your exposed skin until you shrugged her off once again.
She didn’t know why you seemed so upset, but she assumed from previous experiences that you simply were having a bad morning. It could be a dream, it could be your period, it could just be an irritating mood. In reality, it was the sight you saw in your deep sleep. It woke you with a sudden cry, your head tossing to the side to instantly try and spot the woman. In the dream, you had just walked in on the pair sharing an intimate moment that was meant for only you and Wanda. The witch tried to explain herself, but you woke up before you could make your final decision.
When Wanda woke, she tried giving you a morning peck on the lips, but you denied. She was confused but let it slide, until you ignored her clear request for sex. Your body was bare, only holding layers of hickeys that you usually would’ve admired, yet she still was - which only seemed to anger you further.
She gave up after nearly half an hour of trying to persuade you into talking and grabbed her book, placing her reading glasses over her eyes and sitting silently. You’d mumble quiet annoyances, but refused to form a normal sentence.
“Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?” No response was given besides a huff. “Please, my love? C’mon, don’t make Mommy sad.” She teased, sensing from your sudden stillness that she hit a nerve. You sucked in a breath, removing the covers as you walked towards the bathroom. She groaned, copying your actions with a shiver as the cold air hit her.
“What are you doing?” You stood under the warm water, letting your hair soak as your body erupted with goosebumps. She tore off her shirt, only stopping when your voice was heard.
“So that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” Your eyes fell to her naked chest as you licked your lips, forcing yourself to turn away from the trap.
“What? Can I not take a shower with my partner?” She stepped behind you, venturing her hands to your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. She kissed the skin softly, leaving hints of her scent behind as you shuddered.
“This…this isn’t fair, Wanda, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She let her lips linger, trailing her hands up and down, squeezing your breasts before one traveled to your lower region.
“And why is that?” A frown took over your face, and you lowered your gaze. She paused, turning you around so you would face her. You refused to meet her eyes until it was forced out of you, her finger below your chin guiding you to fit her needs.
“Can you please tell me what I did so I can apologize? I’d really appreciate it, love.”
“It’s stupid,”
“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.” She frowned, stroking your cheek softly as she pulled you in, leaving a peck to the skin before trailing to your plump lips. She hummed against you, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of the embrace you ridded her from.
“I had a dream,” You bit your lip, groaning as she pressed on. She rubbed your arms soothingly, furrowing her brows as she waited for your voice to rise once again.
“And in that dream, I caught you…sleeping with…Vision.” She chuckled lightly, causing your frown to grow.
“Oh, love, how could I ever do that to you? Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but I know a girl with the most beautiful, and most wonderful partner. She loves them with all her heart, and she would never, ever even consider breaking their own sweet little heart.” She smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair when red threatened to cover your skin.
“But,”
“Shh, and I don’t want you to think any different, alright? I love you, I love you so much and that will never change.” She assured, and you grinned to yourself, muttering a small statement that she asked for you to repeat.
“Especially not for a red robot?”
“Especially not for a red robot.” She smiled, pecking your forehead slightly and cradling you with her arms. The soft skin sent a sigh of gratitude your way, and you cuddled closer into the woman.
“I love you so much, Wanda. I’m sorry for being mean, I know you’d never do that.” She hummed, trailing her hand lower once again. It fell upon your bare ass, her palm squeezing with a giggle.
“So soft,”
“Wanda! You pervert!” She shook her head, nuzzling her nose in your neck as she continued to poke at the area. You bit your lip, leaning into her as instinct.
“Now, why don’t you let me make it up to you and show you just how much I love you?”
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spideyhexx · 13 days
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mdni; tw non con/dub con; fem!reader
thinking about peacekeeper coryo who’s got his pretty district girl in his bed and he wakes up, hard, needy and he swore to you he wouldn’t touch you in your sleep, but you both knew that was a lie. He can’t help himself, he needs to stuff his cock in you. He’s obsessed with your cunt, and he believes it to be his no matter what you say, no matter where you are, if he needs it, he’ll take it. He ruts into you from behind while you’re sleeping, waiting for the moment you slowly wake up and whine at the stretch his dick is causing, digging your nails into his thighs, and begging him to slow down cause despite his own sleepiness, he’s pounding into you until you can only be a blabbering mess on his cock, crying for his cum, letting your body relax to the half asleep state and taking him.
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trivia-yandere · 8 months
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visions
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you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.
@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree writer: quay (explicit-tae)
word count: 5.186
warning: yandere themes, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, toxic relationships, non-con, reader is drugged, impregnation kink, spitting, nipple sucking, biting, dirty talking, blood, neck slitting,
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Your eyes snap open when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. You’re quick to yawn, body stretching before grasping your phone off the bedside table. The alarm is titled “work” and you silenced it with a groan.
Your eyes catch the day of the week. Friday. The time was 8 a.m - an hour before you had to be at work. You contemplated calling off, but understood that it would cause nothing but your boss to be petty and write you off the schedule for the next few days - so you decided against it. Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine.
Your phone sounds suddenly. You furrow a brow and go to grab it, color draining for your face. You bite your lip at the unknown number displayed on the screen.
Hesitantly, you decline the call and quickly block the number. Unknowingly, you begin to feel uneasy as you make your way to your bathroom to wash up. You’re trembling as you wash your face and when you brush your teeth, you can feel just how terrified you are.
It’s only been a month, you note. You had no doubt in your mind that Jungkook was behind the phone call - he’s called nearly every morning since you broke up with him and quickly signed a restraining order. It was only a temporary one until the two of you went to court, but it was necessary to do so.
You met Jungkook nearly a year ago. You recall the way the man has entered your job - the one you had prior to having to quit because of a scene he caused - and smiling brightly at you. He asked various questions about the countless sweets and desserts you had displayed behind the glass and you answered the best you could.
Each day Jungkook returned, buying desserts such as iced cream, candy, cookies - anything. He would munch on it a bit while the both of you talked and laughed and before he left, he assured he’d leave a tip for you at the counter.
Day by day, you expected Jungkook’s arrival. It made your job less boring and you also found yourself willing to come to work more dolled up. You’d coat your lips with gloss that you knew Jungkook liked (he’d always flicker his eyes to them when you’d talk) and style your hair differently each time.
Your first date with Jungkook was at the very same shop you worked at. You came in on an off day to pick up something you forgot and just as you were leaving, Jungkook was entering. His eyes were wide upon witnessing you face to face  - this time you in casual clothing instead of a work uniform. 
By the third date, you and Jungkook were officially dating - him asking you once the movie you two watched at the cinema was over - you agreed without a thought.
By the second month of dating, you noticed a shift. Jungkook was sweet, sure. Caring. He offered you rides everywhere you needed to go, and when he couldn't he’d never felt comfortable with you going alone. You brushed it off with Jungkook just being a cautious person.
Month three was when he became vocal in how you dressed. He didn’t appreciate the way other men looked at you - his words exactly - and you were giving said men a show by wearing shorts or skirts that were too short. He changed your wardrobe with clothing that he deemed was “outside clothes” and some that were “indoor for his eyes only”. Again, you brushed it off. Jungkook was your boyfriend now and his opinions mattered.
By the sixth month, Jungkook began to isolate you from your friends. “Why do you always hang with them on the weekends?” he’d ask when you were invited to a gathering. “Why can’t I go? Are other guys going to be there?” he’d asked once, eyes glaring at you. “Your friends are single. You aren’t. Why do you need to go to a club where other single men would be at?!” he had hissed, hands in his hair as if he was seconds from pulling it out.
Jungkook was amazing at comforting you - or so you thought. “I know how men are, baby.” he murmured while stroking your hair in his embrace. “If able, they’ll take advantage of you. Your friends cannot protect you from a man willing to do you harm.”
But the man that had harmed you was Jungkook himself. 
Jungkook was never physically abusive. Sex with him was rough, yes, but you enjoyed it. 
Jungkook’s abuse was manipulative - often pinning you against your friends that you were no longer invited to places they’d be because you would either bring Jungkook, or the man would come unbeknownst to you. Jungkook would call you countless times until you picked up and asked when you’d be home - and if the answer wasn’t good enough for him, he’d insist on picking you up himself. “Why can’t I come?” Jungkook asked when you were hastily walking out the door to meet your friends. “You’re not going to see your friends. You’re cheating on me!” he’d hiss, eyes blown wide and neck veins pulsing. 
Last month, marking the eighth month, you decided to break up with Jungkook. You were nervous to say the least. You thought of several ways to break up with the man - you decided that in a public place would be best. You had more respect for him than to end the relationship over the phone. However, you also could not trust what he would do if you allowed him into your home. 
You invited Jungkook to meet you in a public area - a park where you and he walked hand in hand many times. You were a bunch of nerves, especially when Jungkook was strolling towards you with a wide grin and in his hands, sunflowers.
Your heart flutters when he offers them to you, and awkwardly, you take them in your hands. You and Jungkook sat at a bench and he talked about how much he missed you, peppering kisses along your cheeks before you managed to push yourself away.
“You’re…leaving me…?” Jungkook's voice was dangerously low and calm,  but his eyes were glaring daggers at you. You placed the flowers onto his lap and managed to get out of his embrace. His eyes are following you as you - slowly, so slowly - walk backwards, eyes apologizing while you remain silent.
The following week was Jungkook aggressively knocking at your door until you threatened to call the police. He would call nonstop and send multiple messages that you had to change your number to get him to stop - even if it never did, only slowed him down until he somehow found your number again. You had to change jobs more than once when he would show up at random times - you had no choice but to file a restraining order. You thought that maybe this would stop him - and for a moment it did.
Until today.
The unknown number calling you was no doubt Jungkook. You never answered any number that wasn’t familiar to you and instead blocked them. They left no voicemail after calling and each time, it was a different number displayed. 
You walk out of your bathroom and down the hall to your small kitchen. You didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast outside of a quick muffin. You would be late if you cooked or even made coffee.
Your muffin jolts out of your hand when you hear sudden knocking at your door. Your blood runs cold at how powerful and rapid they’re coming. Your mind is on one person.
“Open the door, Y/N.”
Jungkook was behind the door.
Jungkook didn’t care for whatever petty restraining order you had against him. The constant calls told you so.
“I can hear you moving.”
You stiffen at his words. You didn’t know what to do. 
You weren’t once afraid of Jungkook - he has never hit you. But he was like another person when he was angered. He wasn’t the same man with the sweet smile and the soft eyes - it was as if a switch flipped and he was a completely different man.
“I just want…closure.”
Jungkook's words crack as he speaks and your heart betrays you. You were beginning to feel guilty for putting him through this. Your friends told you that it wasn’t your fault, that Jungkook was good at manipulating you. 
“Please, Y/N…baby.”
Your hand was on the door handle before you knew it and you cracked the door open. 
Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you do and he gives you a dazzling smile. He steps closer but stops himself from entering when you don’t open the door wider for him.
Jungkook’s smile falters. “You’re…”
“You can’t be here, Jungkook.” you manage to say without stuttering.
“You…are serious?”
You knit your brows. 
Were you serious?
You changed your number multiple times in a span of a month that it was insane. You blocked multiple numbers when changing yours became tiring. You got a restraining order against him.
Did Jungkook think this was just a simple misunderstanding and you needed to be “alone” before coming back to him?
“Yes. I’m serious, Jungkook. Please leave.” 
Jungkook doesn’t move. His eyes are searching yours for any hint that you were hesitant - but he found nothing.
You were serious.
You wanted nothing to do with him, Jungkook grunts.
You were willing to throw everything he offered you out the window because of what? A few disagreements? Arguments? Your single friends?
“So there’s nothing that is going to bring you back to me?” Jungkook tries one last time. He doesn’t want to blow up and demand you stop being the dumb bitch you were acting like now. He didn’t want to raise his voice and break down your door - because you would be frightened and close yourself off once more. He was trying but you were too selfish to see it.
“No.”
Jungkook’s heart shatters and he doesn’t say anything when you close your door. He hears you lock it but he decides that if you couldn’t allow yourself to accept his love - then others wouldn’t either. He was done with being nice to you - you didn’t deserve his kindness. If you were going to act like the damsel in distress, then he was going to give you something to be distressed about.
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The music was far too loud to hear anyone who wasn’t speaking directly into your ear. The air was muggy and humid. It smelt of cheap cologne/perfume and several different types of alcohol - but you were just happy to be here. 
Well, as happy as you could be standing alone in the corner of the home while others danced, laughed and drank. You were invited by your friends to come to “let loose” and “get your mind off of your crazy ex”. You agreed - but now you were left to your own devices while they mingled elsewhere.
Speaking of your “crazy ex”, you haven’t heard from Jungkook in nearly two months. It was a sigh of relief, truly. You assumed he wanted closure in seeing you once last time to confirm that the relationship has indeed ended. There weren’t any random pops up at your home or work, no random phone calls or text messages from random numbers. Slowly, you were beginning to be less afraid of seeing the man out and about. 
“First time at a party?”
Your head whips around to a tall figure beside you. You can smell the alcohol in the cup he’s holding. He’s offering a small smile as he towers beside you/ He’s close to you just so he could speak loud enough for you to hear. 
“First time in a while.” you respond to him. You give a small smile in return. 
“Are you here alone?” the guy takes a sip of his drink. 
“No. My friends are…”
“...Around here somewhere?” the guy nods in agreement. “So are mine. Haven’t seen them in an hour.”
You laughed.
You and the tall guy - who’s name you learned was Dean - hit it off quickly. You and him stood together and talked the majority of the night - your friends and his never returning, but you aren’t surprised. You weren’t as outgoing and friendly as your friends were. You’re positive they’re playing a game of beer pong (and losing). 
As another hour rolls around, you were seated on a large leather couch that you’re surprised was vacant with Dean, your head began to hurt. You feel hot and stuffy and your vision is blurring. 
“Are you okay?” you hear Dean say. “Do you need some water?”
You nod your head, allowing Dean to pass you a bottle of water.
Jungkook - on the other hand - was livid. The nerve of you to break up with him just to come to a party and look for another man. And not just that - but to get drugged by said man and not even notice it. Jungkook lingered deep into the side lines that you would never see him - but luckily he was there watching over you. He witnessed Dean put a small pill into your drink while you were busy laughing at something he said - Jungkook clenched his fists. 
Jungkook isn’t far behind when you are being escorted out of the large sitting room, a sea of people not bothering to stop and see what Dean is doing with a groggily woman.
Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy when you are pushed into a vacant room, the door closing behind them. 
Jungkook blamed your friends for leaving you alone in an environment that you didn’t belong to. No matter how hard he tried to tell you that you didn’t belong to a friend group such as this, you never listened. Now look - you were drugged by a man you didn’t know and about to get raped.
But luckily, Jungkook was here to save you.
Jungkook knocks aggressively onto the door, not stopping until the door swings open and an annoyed Dean surfaces. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to draw back his fist and plant it right between the man's eyes.
And again.
And again.
And a few more times until Dean is a bloody mess, squirming away and out of the room. 
Jungkook shakes his head and closes the door, locking it behind him. You aren’t completely unconscious, but he’s positive you will be soon. Your shirt is off already, Dean wasting no time.
Your bra - a red lace - looks amazing against your skin. It makes his heart swell and a smile forms onto his lips. It was a gift from him that you kept.
“Y/N, baby.” Jungkook coos, hovering above you. He wraps his arms around your body, you groaning low when he does. “I missed you so much.”
Jungkook sends kisses down your neck, arms never wanting to leave you. Your smell is tainted with alcohol, but his nose catches on the faint smell of vanilla he adores on you. 
“I told you not to have such horrible friends.” Jungkook tsks. You are yet to be fully unconscious. You moan out an inaudible response and Jungkook only coos again.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook presses himself into you, hard length at the center of your clothed core. “Do you miss me as much as I missed you?”
You do, Jungkook concludes. He dips his hands beneath your jeans and finds how wet you truly are for him. Jungkook removes his hands and pops it into his mouth, shuddering at your taste. It’s been so long - too long. He’s angered that you went too far away from the relationship. A restraining order? Far too dramatic for his taste. But he’ll let it slide and choose to forgive you because here you lay, beautiful as ever. Wet for him and him only.
Jungkook doesn’t waste any more unnecessary time. He needs to feel your warm essence around him. He pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, eyes widening at the beauty that was your wet pussy. He feels the bulge in his own pants begin to tighten and he just cannot wait any longer.
Foreplay was your favorite when it came to Jungkook, he knows this. You would cum so hard against his tongue, squirming and begging for him to stop because of just how overstimulated you were, but Jungkook wouldn’t. He would let you cum over and over on his tongue, fingers, thigh - wherever you wanted to.
However, now he could not console himself. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything. Once you and he were back together than he would allow you to sit on his face where you belong.
Jungkook pumps his cock as he inches closer to you. He rubs the tip of it against your swollen clit and shudders once more. Goosebumps litter his arm and he can’t hold back anymore. He enters you with a high pitched groan, hands going to place themselves on your hips.
Jungkook hears your moans as he sinks in and out of you, the sound of his skin slapping echoing off the walls. You were so wet and tight that he’s proud - proud that you haven’t let another man touch what was his. That even when you were upset and the both of you went through this break, that you understood your role in the end.
“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook snaps his hips into you harder, left hand going to toy with your clit. It’s sensitive as he remembers it to be. His right hand snatches the lacy bra down so he could watch the way your breast bounce for him. “So beautiful and all mine.” he hisses, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. 
Jungkook sucks onto it until it’s swollen and throbbing, and he proceeds to the next one. He could never get enough of you, littering bite marks around your breast and collar bone.
“Your pussy’s milking my cock so good, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his thrust becoming sloppy. You were so wet, pussy clenching around him while your juices ruined the sheets. 
Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, groaning loudly. A free hand slaps down harshly on your stomach as he pounds into you. He recalls the few times the two of you spoke of the future - of getting married and having children. He declared that he desired them to look exactly like you - you were just so perfect in his eyes. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” Jungkook feels himself about to cum. His hands don't remove from your stomach. It was soft and it drove him crazy just thinking about you round with his child - your breast enlarging with breast milk to feed his child. You would be an amazing mother and he would enjoy nothing more than for you to be at home while he provided for you and the child you both shared.
Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching. He’s humming slowly, trying to regain his breath. He places a deep kiss upon your lips, sweaty forehead placed against your own.
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Your head is pounding. Your throat is sore and dry and your body aches. You try to rake your mind about what the hell is going on and what has happened to lead up to this. You blink your eyes open, hissing how bright the light shines above you.
Your wrist is aching and when you attempt to move, you notice you cannot. Your wrist appears to be detained and when your mind registers this, you begin to whimper. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you blink them away to attempt to see what the hell is going on.
“Baby!”
Your thrashing stiffens at the familiar voice. Your blood runs cold and your mind is screaming alarm bells.
“You’re awake.”
You blink away your tears rapidly to regain your vision. It takes you a few moments, but when you do you’re crying all over again.
Jungkook was before you, but it wasn’t just him before you that had you screaming and crying. It was the man, tall and smiling warmly, covered in blood. The irony smells hit your nostrils and your stomach churns. Your head whips around to your surroundings, unsure of just where the hell you’re at. Your wrist is bound behind you. You’re sitting on a wooden chair in a room unknown to you.
“I didn’t want you to see this but…” Jungkook sighs, trailing off. He steps away to show you what was behind him and the reason why he’s covered in blood. 
Your throat releases a horrified whimper, eyes wide with tears.
“I had to do it, baby.” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “They weren’t real friends. They left you alone at a party where you were drugged!”
The lifeless body of both of your friends laid flat against the ground, blood covering their skin even more than it did Jungkook’s. You want to vomit at the horrifying scene but somehow manage not to.
“P-Please-”
“Don’t start with your shit!” Jungkook raises a bloody hand to silence you. “Listen to me.”
You flinch when Jungkook takes a step towards you, eyes closing ready for him to deliver the same fate as your friends.
Jungkooks eyes widen at the sight of you cowering before him.
“You think I would harm you?” Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “Everything I have done has been…for you. For us.” Each word that releases from Jungkook’s mouth is a hiss. His eyes are wide and he appears utterly insane. “I saved you from being raped by that bastard! I got rid of the trash you call friends!” 
You jump when you hear banging coming from Jungkook, but you open your eyes to look. 
“You left me for what, Y/N? To be left alone at a party and drugged? These weren’t your friends.” Jungkook scoffs. He goes as far as to spit on the two girls you dare to call your friends. “You got a restraining order against me just for me to not be the bad guy.”
You scream when you feel a hand on your jaw. Jungkook shakes your head to force your eyes open. His hands feel wet and sticky, obviously with the blood of your friends. 
“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook voice cracks as if he was the one that is hurting - as if you weren’t the one that had to witness the deceased body of your friends and an ex boyfriend declaring he did it for you. “Say it back….” Jungkook’s lips are soft when they kiss your cheeks. Your salty tears are warm against his lips. “...Say it back….” Jungkook continues.
“Fuck you!” you scream. You’re thrashing, kicking your feet to get Jungkook away from you. Your wrists are burning with your arms attempting to release them.
“Already did.” Jungkook laughs gleefully. He isn’t upset at your outburst. You’re a pure soul and he’s saddened that you had to see this - death of fake friends and learning the realization of your (almost) assault. “How could you not remember the way we made love, baby?”
Jungkook trails a hand on your covered stomach. You stopped your struggle at his words, eyes wide and tearful. 
“You were so wet for me, baby. You missed me just as much as I missed you.” Jungkook taps your stomach gently. “Soon the product of our love is going to grow.”
Jungkook’s eyes are shining with love - to you it was psychotic. Jungkook was insane. This wasn’t love - you heard him admit to raping you; there was no way you could consent while drugged. 
“No…” you shake your head at Jungkook’s words, but the man only nods. “...I hate you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I hate you.” you repeat.
“Stop.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knitting. “How could you say that after-” “I hate you!” you scream in his face - and you repeat it again, again and again. You repeat it until Jungkook’s hand tangles into your hair and yanks it back. 
“Say you love me, Y/N.” Jungkook demands. “Say you’ll stay with me.”
Jungkook was crazy - there was no well in hell you would remain with a murderer. If you thought Jungkook was bad before, your thoughts on him have worsened now.
“I’ll never love you.”
Jungkook's heart thumps rapidly. Your words make his heart ache.
“You don’t mean that.” Jungkook shakes his head. His hand tightens itself in your hair. “You’re just upset. This is my fault. I should’ve taken you home.”
“I’ll never love you!” you hiss at him. 
Jungkook’s heart thumps again. His eyes stare into your own. 
You weren’t lying.
You hated him.
You feared him.
Your eyes weren’t lying, nor were the words coming from your mouth.
“I see.” Jungkook murmurs, dropping his hand from your hair. He takes a step back, tilting his head at you. “You’ll never love me again.” he states, more to himself than you. “If I cannot have your love, Y/N, then there is no reason for either of us to live.”
Your breathing increases at Jungkook’s words. He reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a pocket knife.
“I love you.” Jungkook’s crying now as he speaks. “Everything I did was for you!”
“Jungkook-”
“Don’t speak now.” Jungkook interrupts, pointing the knife at your throat. “You’ll never love me and I’ve accepted that.” Jungkook drops to his knee. He leans down to your face. You’re whimpering - and even now, Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. It saddens him that this is what you chose. “Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.”
“Jung-”
Jungkook places his lips on yours - a final kiss he tells himself. He places the pocket knife onto your throat and slits it. It’s deep and he feels the blood rush out and squirts onto him. You cough into the kiss, and Jungkook isn’t far behind. He slits his own throat just as deep. He’s coughing, placing his head onto your lap, desiring to be just as close to you in death as he desired in life.
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Your eyes snap open and a scream erupts from your lungs right when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. Your hands grip your neck, heart pumping outside your chest. 
You’re in your room.
A shaky hand grabs your phone that was laid on the bedside table and turn off the alarm. It was titled “work”.
Your eyes watch as your phone displays the day of the week.
Friday.
8 A.M.
An hour before you had to be at work.
Was everything that happened to you…
“A dream?” your voice is hoarse and low. There’s goosebumps littering your skin and you’re visibly shaking.
You were having deja vu.
No, you did this already - you’re sure of it. 
Your dream began with you waking up just as you were now. Friday at 8 A.M.
Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine. You didn’t need to think what was going to happen next. 
Your phone sounds suddenly. Color drained from your face. You knew who was calling you without having to look at the screen. You were reliving your dream. Could you call it a dream or vision?
Were you given a second chance at life?
You recall the way you declined the unknown number and proceed in getting ready for work. Jungkook was knocking at your door. You recalled the party you were invited to, your friends, Dean.
You scurry down the hall to your bathroom just as your stomach churns. You release the vomit into the toilet, clenching the side of it.
“What’s going on…” you murmur to yourself, flushing the toilet. There was no way you were reliving what you had dreamt.
You began to brush your teeth and wash your face, hands trembling.
You don’t go to the kitchen like you would usually when you wake up. If your dream was correct, Jungkook would be-
A sudden knock makes you yelp. You’re stiff in your spot, eyes wide.
In your dream, you told Jungkook that you wanted nothing to do with him. That the relationship was over.
You told Jungkook you hated him as he stands before you, covered in blood.
You could feel the way the knife rips through your throat, unable to breath or help yourself.
“Open the door Y/N.”
Jungkook’s voice frightens you.
Your breathing becomes heavy.
Your dream was becoming a reality - if it was ever a dream. 
‘Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.’
Jungkook’s last words replay in your head while the hair on your skin raises. 
Before your mind thinks, your feet are moving. You slam the door open, eyes wide at Jungkook. He stands straighter at seeing you after a month.
“Y/N…are you okay?” Jungkook wants to hug you. You appear to be seconds away from crying and it causes his heart to thump.
“Jungkook…” you trail off, voice cracking.
“Y/N…baby…” Jungkook takes a step closer.
You wrap your arms around Jungkook, crashing into his chest. 
Jungkook’s distraught, but he doesn’t push you away. He wraps his arms around you and presses his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. 
Your hands clench his shirt, trembling. 
You didn’t want to die.
You didn’t want your friends to die.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook murmurs after a sweet moment of having you in his arms. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” you sob.
 Your mind is screaming at you to run. To push him away. There was a possibility that you could do things right - not go to a party and meet Dean. You can just go to work and home.
However, you’re tired. You’re tired of the phone calls and having to constantly look over your shoulder. There was a possibility that you could face the same fate as the dream.
“P-Please s-stay with me.” you stutter out.
Jungkook's heart pounds with excitement. “Really?” he gently pushes you back to look at your face. You’re crying, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you.” he wipes your tears, a small smile on your lips. 
You nod your head at him. You step back and allow him to follow you in. 
Jungkook closes the door behind him. He leans down to kiss your lips. 
Jungkook sighs into the kiss. He missed your soft lips.
“I promise, baby, I’ll be better.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to lose you.” you murmur to him.
You’re unsure if this decision was the correct one, but you were far too frightened to see what an angered Jungkook would do to you in this reality if you denied him.
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diooonna · 2 months
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exes attract, luke castellan.
cw: oral (m receiving), swearing, exes, cheating & more
“i’d rather just fuck on my ex again,” - open arms by sza ft. travis scott.
it plays in the back of your head while you sloppily suck luke’s cock, softly squeezing the base of it. his fingers instinctively tighten in your hair and he pushes your lips farther onto him.
his hair sticks to his forehead perfectly, ironically resembling that of a god.
his toned arm flexes each time he pulls your head back and forth on him, and you only run your warm tongue over a vein to get a whimper out of him.
he hisses softly when you swirl your tongue around his puffy tip to show your appreciation for his fat cock taking up your throat.
“keep goin’, just like that—don’t stop,” he groaned out, nodding and running his clammy thumb over your cheek. you look so beautiful like this. puffy lips swaddling his—almost suffocating—cock.
you two had dated years back, the breakup was mostly pertaining to your own life and problems. it ended in a fight. a dramatic one.
you two stayed away from each other, finding other filler people to soothe the ache of being separated. you both were fine though, right? (loud incorrect buzzer.)
the bonfire was loud, with campers chatting and running around. his eyes met with yours, your sultry gaze running all over him for a split second. 
he looked away. 
his pants tightened at the mere sight of you. your smile was almost intoxicating. your lips wrapped around that cherry sucker perfectly, while he pathetically tried to hide the slight bulge in his jeans. 
your boyfriend tapped your leg to let you know he was off to the lake. 
wasn’t too long before luke bumped into you. 
his moans grew louder and more frequent, matching the rhythm of your sucking, “almost done with you, gonna give you all of m-my cum. gonna take it real g-good, aren’t you?” he taunted you while you sputtered and gagged around him. it’s like he hated you but didn’t, like he was putting on a tough front for you.
you made sure to nod, though, not wanting him to push himself deeper down your throat.
“so pretty like this. not fuckin’ yelling and bitching all the time,” he loved the way his cock could shut you up so fast. 
his voice cracked, and his body trembled under the intense feeling of your soft mouth. his hands didn’t move from your hair, gripping more and more as he straightened his back, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. 
he groaned at the sight of you, his hands tightening in your hair. his hips jerked forward, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as he lost control. He couldn't believe how good it felt and how much he was enjoying this. 
it was disgusting. you both had your respective partners, yet you felt zero remorse. 
“tastes so good, lukey,” your muffled moans only reminded him of how much he missed you. 
luke gasped, his hands gripping your head as he held onto the last remaining bit of control over his body. he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this and how good it felt to be touched like this. 
“i know, i know, baby. pretty baby.” your puffy lips provided him with the warmth he longed for since you’d broken up. he’s trying so hard to be complacent, like he hadn’t been stalking your socials since the breakup; it was pathetic. 
his breathing was ragged, and his fat cock was throbbing in your mouth. his hips began to buck wildly, pushing deeper into your throat. 
“i-i can't... i'm c-cumming…” his grip on your hair tightened as his front slowly vanished. 
you kept stroking, though. why would you stop? his pretty eyes stuck on the way you basically swallowed his pretty cock whole, which made your cunt flutter. 
“cum for me, luke. cum down my throat if you missed me.” you nodded and taunted him while his glossy eyes could only roll back.
his entire body tensed, his cock pulsing violently in your mouth as he released his seed. hot, thick cum filled your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. he groaned loudly, his hips finally stilling after what felt like hours of him bucking and pushing his cock into your mouth.
you almost immediately swallow, occasionally gagging while cum drips down your chin. tears just roll down your face as he cradles your chin carefully.
 
it wasn’t cheating, just a reconciliation.
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heavenlyvision · 2 months
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Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, cockwarming, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n
Wc: >1k
I’m about to sleep but my sleepy brain thought about Bi-Han so here you go <33
MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT
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You’ve been sitting on Bi-Han’s lap for what feels like forever, in reality it’s probably been something like half an hour but that’s still an obscene amount of time to be sat on his lap with his cock filling you completely to the brim without any relief.
You squirm and wriggle against him and every time you do he growls at you and slaps your thigh, admonishing you for not being able to follow simple rules. You had been needy and came to him, asking for him. He had told you he was busy and had things to attend to but he would allow you to sit on his cock if you behaved.
His actual words being, “Sit on my cock nicely and without moving and I’ll give you what you want.”
Now, you’re so wet, your slick leaks down the sides of his cock, pooling in his lap. He shows no outward signs of being affected but his cock twitches every now and again. Your cunt grips him tight, warm and gooey and it’s taking all of his will power to finish up what he’s doing. He really would prefer to fuck you stupid.
Which is why he’s annoyed when you grind down into him, “Hold fuckin still, it’s one rule.”
“Mm sorry,” you manage.
He only grumbles at you, not caring for apologies, only wanting you to behave and do as you’re told.
He’s especially annoyed because if you don’t listen to him then he’s going to have to punish you, which means not only do you not get fucked but it also means he doesn’t get to fuck you and he really wants to fuck you.
Your cunt pulses around him, thighs twitching with the effort of holding yourself up. Gods, you need him so bad, maybe if you focused, you could cum on his cock like this, without even doing anything. Only cumming to your thoughts and the feel of his cock stuffing you full.
Though he’s trying to focus, you can tell he’s distracted, he’s been reading the same thing for 10 minutes and you think maybe you could get away with lifting yourself up and fucking back down onto him. You know what will happen if you don’t listen though, it’s a high risk, high reward scenario.
You’re so fucked and wet and desperate that you throw caution to the wind. The drag of his cock as you pull upwards is heavenly and you feel bliss for a few moments. As soon as you begin lifting yourself up, Bi-Han grabs your hips, growling at you as he slams you back down onto him.
He doesn’t say anything, he just uses his grip on your hips to fuck you up and down his dick like a sex toy, the feeling taking you higher. His fat cock hitting every inch of you so perfectly, you could cry, already so close to the edge after being stuffed with him for half an hour. He continues fucking you down onto his length for a few moments before he slams you down, completely flush to him all at once. All movement ceased.
You go to whine at him but he cuts you off.
“Are you incapable of listening? Now I can’t even fuck you how I was planning to.” His cock jerks inside you, “That’s the most you’ll be getting tonight, now just sit there and look pretty.”
You fucked up and now your punishment is to sit on his big dick while he does nothing to you, he’s just going to let your cunt drool on him and give you no relief. Maybe if you had behaved, you wouldn’t be in this mess.
⋆⁺₊❅.
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stigmalarity · 7 months
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college roommate!Miguel x reader
| gn! reader, masturbation, dildos, voyeurism
College Roommate!Miguel who gets back to your shared apartment after class and is puzzled by the noise complaint tacked to the door. 
The fine print describes loud noises during the hours that he’s not at home, meaning it would have to be you. But that’s still odd.
In the handful of months that the two of you have been roommates, he’s never known you to be loud. In actuality, most people would probably consider you the perfect roommate. You’re quiet, clean up after yourself, cook extra food for him, stay on top of chores, and mostly stick to your room. When the two of you do spend time together, it’s never awkward, just… comfortable. Neither of you feel the need to over-exert yourselves with social interaction while in the comforts of your own home.
Miguel likes being around you. He thinks you’re pretty.
He brings up the complaint that night as you cook dinner side-by-side.
“By the way, I came home to a noise complaint today,” he says, chopping up veggies to throw into the noodle dish you’re making. “It said something about loud noises, but it’s only during the hours when I’m not around. Have you heard anything?”
He doesn’t look at your face, but he notices the way you pause.
“Oh, um,” you start, stirring up the noodles in the wok. “I dunno, I must have been playing my music a little too loud while you were at school. My bad,” you reply. “I’ll try to keep it down.”
Miguel shrugs. “Got it. No worries,” he replies. Since he’s never experienced you being loud, he doesn’t really know what else it could be. He lifts the cutting board, and sweeps the veggies into the wok.
It’s not until a week later when his final lecture of the day gets canceled that he figures out what the noise complaint could have been about.
He doesn’t see you when he walks in, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s only when he takes out his headphones that he hears it.
His first guess is that you’re crying, and it’s technically none of his business to figure out why. As he gets closer, though, he hears it; slick, wet sounds accompanied by your voice, a bit muffled, letting out the most debauched, lecherous wails he’s ever heard.
By some sheer, dumb stroke of fate, your door is open just a crack. His palms are sweating and his pants are tightening as he approaches. He considers turning away when suddenly he hears you, clear as day. You must have pulled away from whatever you had been pressing your face into.
“F-fuh- oh, god- Fuck, Miguel!”
All the blood in his body rushes to his cock, and he’s stepping closer faster than he can think, his eyes trained on that crack in the door. When he sees you, his mind goes blank.
You’re on your knees on the bed, your chest pressed to the sheets and your cheek turned away from him. Your arm is tucked under your torso and between your legs, fucking yourself silly with a flesh tan dildo that for a moment, reminds him of his own cock. Your pretty hole is absolutely soaked, and there's a frothy, white ring gathered at the base of the dildo that he wants to see you lick off.
He stays there, his hand squeezing at his now ridiculously hard cock over his pants as you push yourself up to face the headboard, adjust the dildo underneath you, and start bouncing.
You moan his name again. Then, as if remembering something, you press your hand over your mouth, swallowed by the sleeve of the hoodie that your other hand is tugging up your waist. The bed creaks beneath you, but you keep going.
Arousal lurches hot in his stomach when he realizes the hoodie is one he’s been missing for weeks.
Miguel only lets himself watch for a few more moments, hungrily taking in every inch of you, every noise that escapes your pretty lips and committing it to memory before he turns around and walks back to the door. He opens it wide, then slams it shut, loud enough for you to hear. Your moaning ceases. 
His eyes are trained on your bedroom door as you rush over and shut it completely.
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eddiesghxst · 4 months
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https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cz3vEYss15I/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== (SFW LINK!)
Okay but imagine Eddie having a secret talent for card tricks like this if he ever did this to me imma jump his bones on the spot 😔✋
Eddie: *shows card trick* impressed?
Still Eddie: …. Wait why are you looking at me like that? 😳
(Eddie screaming like a banshee in mere seconds after tackling him)
GOD HE WOULD, he so would oh my god, he’s such a nerd i hate him
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he would be so confused when you’re immediately all over him, pawing at him and tugging at the jawstring of his sweats, pulling his soft dick out as you mouth at his neck.
“woah, princess. what’s your deal, huh?” you lean back to look at him as you languidly stroke his cock, nuzzling against his hand when he reaches up to push your hair back. you frown, because it’s stupid and you can’t believe fucking card tricks sent you into a goddamn heat.
“the… the cards.” you mumble.
eddie raises an eyebrow, “the cards?” and you groan, dropping your head to softly thump against his shoulder, “please don’t make me admit it, eds.” you grumble into his shirt.
you swipe your thumb over his tip, his cock now alert and slowly filling out with excitement from your touch, and eddie hisses, hips bucking up against your hand. he breathlessly chuckles, “i’m a little confused, babe.”
you roll your eyes, pulling back to look at him again, “the card tricks were hot, eddie.”
and eddie almost laughs, he almost does, but then your squeezing his cock and fuck— the cards go falling to the ground in a white flurry, scattering all across the living room floor just like eddie’s fucking brain.
and sure eddie might be annoyed that he has to pick up all those cards, and he’s gonna be even more pissed off when he counts the cards and realizes he’s lost a few of them to the void that is the space under his couch— but shit, he can’t seem to find a reason to care because now you’re sinking down to your knees— and jesus christ, eddie’s gonna learn more card tricks after this.
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Deja Vu
hades!seonghwa x persephone!reader / prosecutor!seonghwa x florist!reader
past life/reincarnation au
genre and warnings: a lot of fluff, lots of angst, slow burn, suggestive, swearing, violence warning
word count: 22k
synopsis: you move to the city to open a floral cafe with wooyoung but encounter seonghwa by chance and become involved with him as he investigates the biggest drug scandal in the history of wonderland. however, a number of coincidences follow and you start to question if you were meant to meet him especially when you're plagued by dreams of another life with him. as the events of the past intertwine with the present, you both struggle to keep your feelings in check.
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There were a number of things you had been afraid of ever since you moved into the heart of Sector 1 to live with your friend Siyeon after spending your whole childhood with your overbearing mother at the outskirts of the town.
Some of them included the ‘basic’ fears that you shared with your mom- you’d get into an accident, get kidnapped, get in trouble, etc. The list was never ending and also unlikely to happen if you had to say.
Your own fears were more like your mom paying a surprise visit to check on you, finding Siyeon doing something weird like she was always doing and take you back home. Or, she could be visiting the city and accidentally run across you and Wooyoung while you scrooged the area for a potential place for your cafe, find Wooyoung doing some crazy shit like he was always doing, and lose her blind trust in him and take you back home. You were surrounded by the craziest people but somehow, your mother trusted you with both Siyeon and Wooyoung.
However, as you grabbed the hand of a stranger and ran for your life while gunshots sounded behind you, your first thought was, now that’s one scenario I didn’t prepare myself for. Especially when you didn’t even know why you were running.
You ran from one street into another, his hand gripping yours tightly, until you took the lead and slid into a narrow alley, hiding yourselves behind large boxes. You both waited for the sound of running footsteps to fade when you finally looked at him-
And found a very familiar face staring at you. You frowned in confusion- you had definitely seen him somewhere, but you couldn’t recall where. And he, too, frowned as if he was trying to make sense of you. You scanned his appearance- he was dressed in a suit, his dark hair matted on his forehead, eyes sharp. You licked your dry lips. “I’m sorry- do I know you?”
“If you’re wondering why I dragged you,” he said and you thought his rich deep voice sounded familiar too, “Those men were after me. They wouldn’t have cared if you had gotten in the way- they would have hurt you.”
You rested your head against the wall, trying not to groan. You were out of breath. The man asked you to wait and went to check if the area was clear. He returned looking relieved and offered you his hand which you took to get up. He took out a card. “Prosecutor Park Seonghwa. I’m sorry for involving you- investigation went wrong.”
You gave him a sceptical look as you scanned the card. “Must be a dangerous case you’re working on.”
“You could say that,” he shrugged. “Are you alright? You scraped your feet- let me take a look at that.”
Before you could protest, he was down on one knee examining the long slash across your feet. It wasn’t noticeable when you were running but it ached now. You stepped back. “I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? It looks painful,” he bit his lips as he got up, looking guilty. 
“I didn’t even notice it before-”
“Let me accompany you to the convenience store then,” he insisted. 
“It’s not necessary,” you almost pouted but he didn’t look like he was going to back away. “Okay. I’ll accept that as an apology.”
He scoffed, urging you to follow him, watching you to check if you had a problem walking. Thankfully, you didn’t and you walked with him to the store which was a few minutes away. He made you sit inside and paid for the first aid and while you applied ointment on the wound, he made you some ramen and even got a few side dishes.
“You didn’t have to,” you smiled at the gesture. 
“I also need something in my system right now,” he sighed, sliding you the chopsticks. “I must say that I didn’t expect you to be this calm about it.”
You wondered if you could tell him that there were a number of scenarios you were more scared about, and most of them included your mother. “I’ve seen worse. Not guns,” you corrected when he raised his eyebrows at you. “But… yeah, nevermind. I guess I’m good at keeping my cool.”
“You must be, Miss…”
You told him your name and he nodded along, taking a bite of his ramen. You watched him curiously. “Is this your first time being chased like this?”
“Not really, no,” he replied. “Sadly, I’m kind of used to this now.”
“That’s a shame,” you took a bite, thinking. “I mean… what if something happens to you? Because you could have died- we could have died tonight. So if you die now, won't you have any regrets?”
He gave you a curious look and you memorised his face- he was very handsome, you noticed. You couldn’t stop staring at him and you were wondering if it was because you wanted to recall where you had seen him or because he simply was too handsome to not look at. He took a deep breath. “I would like to finish this case before I die. It’s more complicated than I thought and if I don’t get to the end of it, I’m afraid no one will.”
“That’s a work-related regret,” you pointed out in disappointment. 
“What about you?”
“Well, I also have unfinished business, quite literally,” you laughed. “I’m opening a floral cafe with my friend. I’ve been dreaming about it for like, a decade. I’d like to serve at least one customer before I die.”
“Isn’t that a work-related regret as well?”
“It’s my dream too, but I suppose you’re right,” you grinned and he joined despite himself, waiting for your answer. “I’d like to explore a bit. Live a little.”
Seonghwa could resonate with that. “I think I’d like to live a little too.”
You nodded, finishing the food. “Thank you so much for this- you really didn’t have to.”
“Consider it my apology for involving you,” he said. “Can I have your contact number? I might have to call you for a witness statement, if you’re alright with that.”
“Sure,” you took out his card and texted him on the number. “I don’t think I’ll have much to say though.”
“That’s okay, it’s just for paperwork,” he assured you and you got up, telling him you’d take a cab back home. You watched him leave first and then you slumped down on the chair as you wondered if those familiar sharp eyes were the ones you’ve been dreaming about for almost half your life.
What would that mean for you?
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Flowers often wilted under your touch, and though your mother called it ‘wrong’, it somehow felt right.
That didn’t mean you felt excited about it. You were the goddess of spring. You were supposed to give life to flowers, not kill them.
You sat by the stream, digging your fingers under the soil. You laughed to yourself as you scanned the dead flowers around you, and you wondered what Lord Hades would think about this, because it seemed like the flowers were-
“Straight from the Underworld,” a voice sounded and you froze for a moment before you turned towards the dark figure of Hades announcing his arrival. You tried to look at his face- you could almost see it now…
“Interesting that they call you Persephone,” the King of the Underworld slid closer and then was down on one knee before you. “Why did you call me here?”
“I- I didn’t call you,” you managed to say, wanting to scoot away from him but you were captivated. “How?”
He smiled, glancing at your fingers still buried under the soil. Gently, he held your wrists and took them out, dusting your hands carefully. You tried taking your hands away. “I could hurt you.”
“No, you won’t,” he said nonchalantly before looking at you. “Have you ever hurt someone?”
“I think I have,” you found yourself saying. 
“And why would a sweet thing like you hurt someone?” He took one of the wilted flowers and tucked it behind your ear. “They probably deserved it, didn’t they?”
You were about to say something but he got up. “Go back before Demeter comes to find you. I’m not sure she’ll like this.”
“But…” you sighed, an indescribable ache in your heart. “I don’t know what to do. I feel helpless.”
“You’re not alone,” he simply said. “And if you ever feel lost, you can call for me.”
—-------------------
This wasn’t the first time you had that dream, however, this was the first time the voice sounded so familiar. 
As you got ready, pairing accessories with your pastel blue outfit, you wondered if you were closer to discovering the identity of the person you were dreaming about for so long.
Yes, it was probably a fictional story your mind had created for the sole purpose of your entertainment, where you were playing Persephone and your mother was playing Demeter. When you first started having these dreams a few years ago, though not as frequently as nowadays, you let the story play in your head until one day something occurred to you which prompted you to google the story of Persephone and Hades-
And left you gaping in surprise because it really did seem like you were legitimately seeing it from Persephone’s eyes.
You never mentioned it to anyone. You weren’t so sure you needed to- after all, there were various interpretations of the stories of the Greek gods. However, the character of Hades intrigued you a lot, and it was a shame you could never remember just who he was. Also, it didn’t help that your mother had been calling you Kore forever- she had been obsessed with Greek mythologies when you were little and read those to you as your bedtime stories. 
Perhaps these dreams were a result of hearing those dreams as a child, a trauma-
“If you’re done staring at yourself, the breakfast’s getting cold,” Siyeon popped her head in your room, snickering. “It’s only Wooyoung. Who are you getting pretty for?”
You glared at her. “Rich coming from you when we all know how big a crush you harbour-”
“Shut up and be at the table in a minute if you want me to drop you off.”
“Alright, madame,” you made a face and sighed, your mind wandering off to the familiar voice of Hades-
Your phone vibrated and you read the text from Prosecutor Park Seonghwa asking you if you were available to meet at the police station in an hour. You texted that you were and told Wooyoung that you were going to be a bit late before joining Siyeon at the table.
“Wooyoung told me you might have found a place for your cafe?” Siyeon asked and you nodded.
“We’re reviewing our options today and I hope we can finalise something,” you took a sip of coffee, sighing as you slumped back. “It’s about time we actually started running the business instead of just dreaming about it.”
“Right,” Siyeon nodded. “Your mother called me last night. Apparently you weren’t picking up?”
“Oh, I forgot to call her back,” you groaned. “What did she say?”
“Just the usual,” she grinned. “Tell y/n to stay safe, pick up her calls, stop roaming around so late at night- I don’t know how she’s gonna digest the idea of you and Wooyoung working together with actual people around you until midnight.”
“Yeah, I told her to be mentally prepared. I don’t know when she’ll understand I’m not a kid…” you sighed deeply. “Though after last night, I can kind of understand why she’s like this…”
“What happened last night?” Siyeon frowned.
You told her your story on the way to the police station where she was to drop you off. She was surprised but also momentarily got possessed by your mother as she scolded you for roaming around strange places all alone so late at night. When you arrived, the prosecutor was already waiting for you and Siyeon did a double take.
“That’s the Prosecutor that got you in trouble?”
You raised a brow. “You know him?”
Siyeon scoffed, getting out of the car and haughtily walking towards the prosecutor who looked at her and then at you, and then groaned.
“I can’t believe you almost killed my friend, Park Seonghwa.”
You gaped between the two, and he sighed deeply. “That’s an exaggeration, but good to see you too.”
“This is the Prosecutor who made my life at work hell a year ago,” she pointed and you nodded in realisation, stifling your smile- you had only heard bad things about him. 
“But we became friends over a few drinks, didn’t we, Siyeon? Or are you going to forget how I helped you out and saved your sorry ass?”
“I’m sure he was just doing his job,” you patted Siyeon’s arm. “You should go now- stop giving him that look.”
Siyeon glared at Seonghwa before saying bye and you gave the man a sorry look. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, Prosecutor Park.” 
“Just call me Seonghwa. I’m sorry I had to call you. I would have dealt with it, but…” he sighed. “The police here don’t really like me.”
You looked at him in confusion and he led you inside. The officer in charge of the case made you both wait 10 minutes just because he was going through his phone (judging by the smile on his face, you were pretty sure he was talking to his partner), and though you both had stayed silent while you waited, you decided to break the ice. 
“Looks like you have some beef with him,” you commented.
“I don’t have beef with him,” Seonghwa laughed, caught off-guard by your comment and it made you stifle a grin. “We’ve just not had the chance to meet on good terms.”
“Same difference,” you muttered. 
Before he could retort, the officer finally looked up from his phone and gave you two a tired look, fixing his gaze on Seonghwa. “Prosecutor Park… ever so busy, eh? Still going after the elites just because they seem to be having fun? Still called the Underworld’s Grim Reaper?”
You blinked at the nickname and then it dawned on you why his voice sounded so familiar-
It was the same voice you had been hearing in your dreams.
“Officer Lee… I see you haven’t changed. I thought you got promoted after you rattled on about me to the superiors, but… too bad.”
The officer gruntled at that and you pursed your lips, looking back and forth between the two. Before they could make another jab, you cleared your throat and raised your hand awkwardly. “I’m here.”
Officer Lee passed you a page. “Fill this up and then answer my questions.”
You filled the page with your private information and then the officer asked you to narrate the events. By the end of it, he was tsk-ing at Seonghwa. “Now you’re troubling innocent civilians too. Do you have to go so far? Don’t you remember the last time you got a civilian involved-”
“You don’t have to worry about her inconvenience,” Seonghwa countered. “She’s a… friend.”
You raised a brow at that but decided to play along- it looked like the officer really wanted to get to him and you wondered just what had happened between the two. 
“Well, you’re free to go then,” he said after he asked you to narrate the event and you got up, bowing and waiting for Seonghwa who was still glaring at the man and then he exhaled deeply, getting up and going ahead without waiting for you. You followed him outside, watching him stop and run a hand through his hair, almost in frustration.
“You okay?” You asked cautiously. 
“Yeah. I’m good,” he nodded after a moment, scanning you- you suddenly felt like a child out of place in your pastel outfit. “Do you need me to drop you off?”
“No, it’s okay, I’m meeting a friend at the intersection,” you told him. “I’ll walk.”
“I’m passing by, so get in,” he motioned to the car and went ahead before you could refuse his offer, making you shrug and follow.
“Sorry for today,” Seonghwa said after a minute as he drove. “I won’t bother you again.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” you told him.
“I’m sorry for that day too,” he continued. “I could have gotten you killed, like Siyeon said.”
“It’s okay, it was just a big coincidence,” you shrugged and he glanced at you. “I’m just glad we’re both unhurt.”
Seonghwa raised a brow at your candidness. “Have you always lived in Sector 1?”
“I lived near the Sector 2 border- the town with the hills,” you told him. “I commuted for college and moved here not too long ago.”
“Is that where you met Siyeon too?”
“No, we’re school friends,” you smiled. “She also lived there back then.”
“Ah, I see.” A ghost of a smile lingered at Seonghwa’s face and you watched him, intrigued. “I don’t think Siyeon ever mentioned you but… we weren’t best friends either.”
“Siyeon never mentioned you either, I think- not directly. She did mention some jerk making it hard at work, but,” you laughed and he joined. “That’s about it.”
You spotted the intersection and told him to drop you off there. He offered to wait with you until your friend arrived, but you insisted that it was fine. Seonghwa did look at you a moment too long before he sighed. “I guess this is goodbye then. We probably won’t be seeing each other again.”
You scanned him, his sharp eyes just as familiar as his voice. You wondered if the ache in your heart meant anything. “Let’s hope if we do meet each other again, it’s when we’re not running for our lives or going to a police station.”
Seonghwa smiled at that and you watched his face transform into pure warmth, his eyes sparkling. “Sounds good.”
You watched him leave, wondering just what his deal was. He seemed to be dealing with a lot and you made a mental note to ask Siyeon just what exactly the officer meant by him being the Underworld’s Grim Reaper. At the sound of a horn, you turned to Wooyoung sticking out his neck and waving at you and you immediately got in the front seat.
“Did I keep you for long?” He patted your arm as a greeting before he drove off.
“Not at all,” you told him. “I hope you’re in full spirits because we’ve had enough of scouring potential buildings for our cafe. We need to decide today, Wooyoung. Don’t be a sloth.”
“Okay, okay,” he nodded his head furiously, his dark hair falling over his forehead. “I have a feeling that today is a lucky day.”
Today was indeed lucky. By the late evening, you went through your top 5 picks and decided on a spot to open your cafe- it wasn’t in the hotspot of the city but quite near it, and you were very satisfied by its architectural design which allowed you to make the most of the ‘floral’ part of the cafe. Wooyoung had no problem with it either, so you signed the deal and shook hands with him.
“I can’t believe we managed to do this today- I thought we were bluffing!”
“When I put my mind to something, I do it, y/n,” he simply stated. “Now let’s go for dinner- I’ll call the boys and you can call Siyeon- I hope some of them can make it. I need to introduce you to my other friends too.”
“Yeah, you know how hard it was for me to come back here when college was over,” you sighed. “And your ‘other friends’ are always too busy.”
“We should plan a proper party, though, what do you say?” Wooyoung asked. “We’ll treat them and then force them to help us.”
“That… sounds pretty good actually,” you grinned at him and he grinned back, bumping his fist with you as you both plotted the demise of your friends and how to exploit their services. 
With that, you and Wooyoung arranged a welcome party at a restaurant near your cafe on the weekend so you could have dinner first and visit the venue later. You invited Siyeon, which you started regretting when she decided she was in charge of dressing you up for the night, and you ended up in all black, with your hair and makeup more edgier than usual- she insisted you needed to look like you had your shit together and could tolerate doing business with Wooyoung which was no small feat. She still couldn’t believe how Wooyoung, who was the loudest and most blunt and outgoing person she knew, could be friends with you who was timid and always fidgeting with her words.
“But you can shut Wooyoung up, so I guess that counts for something.”
“I can shut you up too,” you countered. Siyeon snickered at that but didn’t deny it- you may have grown up sheltered and were just learning about real life and its responsibilities now, but Siyeon knew there was an undeniable fire within you. 
“But I don’t blab as much as him,” Siyeon pouted.
“Gosh, just tell Wooyoung that you like him, you’re so corny,” you threw your makeup sponge at her as she turned to hide her face after making that comment.
“I don’t like him,” she looked baffled. “He’s too much.”
However, as you entered the restaurant, you watched how Siyeon’s eyes darted immediately to Wooyoung and you rolled your eyes, greeting the rest of his friends- Yunho, Mingi and someone you hadn’t seen before. Yunho and Mingi you knew from college and met with them often.
“This is the famous Kim Hongjoong who is very hard to reach,” Wooyoung pointed and Hongjoong laughed in embarrassment. “You two better get along. We’re still missing one, but he’ll be here soon- he said we could start dinner without him.”
“Oh, we could wait?” You asked but Wooyoung told you it was okay, and you sat across Hongjoong, learning that he was a famous composer and Wooyoung told you that he was producing a soundtrack for your cafe as a gift too, which you really appreciated.
“Once I see what the vibe is, I’ll come up with something,” Hongjoong promised.
“No way, aren’t you asking too much from him, Wooyoung?” You looked around in disbelief and everyone laughed.
“It’s the least I can do-”
“It’s the least he can do,” Wooyoung announced and you laughed harder, Hongjoong promising to mess up the track if Wooyoung annoyed him too much and you enjoyed the bickering as you finished dinner and you all decided to walk to the cafe. You fell behind the group, watching them laugh over something and you smiled to yourself, glad you had such good people in your life-
You turned to your right and spotted none other than Seonghwa, dressed in a suit, probably coming straight from work, holding a big wrapped box. You met eyes with him and he stopped in his tracks when he saw you with the rest of his friends.
While you both stood gaping at each other, you suddenly had a flashback of the recent dream you had-
“I wish you weren’t so afraid, Persephone,” Hades crawled behind you, letting his fingers run down your sleeves and catch your trembling fingers- somehow, his touch comforted you more than anything else in this world.
“I just don’t understand what I’m supposed to do,” your voice wasn’t even and you looked down, watching his fingers interlock with yours as he rested his face next to your head. “I’m supposed to be the goddess of spring but all I seem to do these days is destroy.”
“And who said you were only the goddess of spring?” Hades' voice held a hint of playfulness. “You can be more than one thing.”
“Could I?” You smiled, embarrassed, moving away from him. Perhaps, he was trying to make you feel better. “I’m not even good at one thing.”
“You think we’re good at what we do?” Hades went to sit by the tree in front of you. “I can barely handle the Underworld these days.”
You sat near him, gazing at him out of curiosity. “What is the Underworld like?”
“Would you like to see?” Hades leaned in and for a moment, just for the shortest moment, your heart was gripped by the fear of your mother finding out who you’ve been hanging out with lately. 
“I don’t think I should leave the mortal realm,” you pouted. “Mother would instantly know I’m gone.”
“You don’t have to leave to see it,” Hades was smirking. “I can show you- close your eyes.”
You did and you felt his fingers on your forehead- and then you were suddenly shivering with cold, couldn’t see anything except darkness- until you realised you could actually see and it was just incredibly dark.
“This is the Underworld,” Hades said. “Where I live. A city down there. We have rivers too, but I’m not sure you’d like them.”
“How can I see this?”
“This is just my memory,” Hades said, drawing his fingers away and you opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times.
“It’s so cold there,” you tilted your head, grabbing his hand without a second thought. “You’re always cold.”
Hades frowned- could you actually feel the place from his memory alone? “I’ve clearly underestimated your powers, it seems.”
“I know just what that place needs,” you smiled, ignoring his remark- you tended to ignore anyone who talked about your powers. You watched Hades’ brow rise in confusion. 
“It needs a touch of spring.”
Wooyoung all but attacked Seonghwa with a hug that had him grimacing, going on about how he made it just on time but it was a pity that he had to miss dinner. When Wooyoung was about to introduce you two, you looked at Siyeon who muttered, “What a big fucking coincidence.”
You giggled at that, and Wooyoung looked between you and Siyeon. “Why does it look like you already know him?”
“That’s because she does, you idiot,” Siyeon slapped Wooyoung’s arm. “You should have told me he was coming. You know I have beef with him.”
“And that’s exactly why I didn’t,” Wooyoung looked proud and Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “I’m aware Siyeon and Seonghwa know each other from work, but how do you know him?”
“Uh… it’s a long story,” you shrugged, looking at Seonghwa for help.
“She was a witness in a case I’m working,” was Seonghwa’s short explanation and you nodded eagerly, hoping he wouldn’t ask more. Wooyoung didn’t, just dragged Seonghwa to the front and he greeted the rest.
“They’re old friends, huh?” You let out a short laugh, looking at Siyeon who looked both annoyed and curious. “Sure is a small world we live in.”
You reached the cafe and Wooyoung called you to the front, putting an arm around you. “This is us.”
“You sound like a married couple who just bought a house,” Mingi laughed.
“Might as well be,” Wooyoung scoffed. “Come in, let’s show you around.”
Wooyoung did most of the talking while you added in the details, showing them the main sitting area and a few private corners for people who would want to work in peace while having a break. The kitchen was huge and well-equipped as well, and upstairs, there was a terrace that you would be utilising for the customers as well, with two separate rooms that would be your offices. 
“We really won in the luck department with this one,” you finished showing them around, taking a seat with the rest on the terrace where Wooyoung opened the bottle of wine Seonghwa had brought as a gift. “I never thought I’d have a room here as well. I could practically live here.”
“That wouldn’t be very safe,” Seonghwa said.
“I know, but on the days when I’m too tired to go home, I could take a little nap here,” you shrugged. 
“Now that we’re all present and I’m pouring you all wine to commence the beginning,” Wooyoung finally began the speech you were expecting and you stifled your laugh. “I better see each one of your ass working with us.”
Hongjoong stopped in the middle of drinking. “Working how exactly?”
“Help us move!” Wooyoung slumped down. “Help us bring this place to life! With only the two of us, it’s going to take forever, especially with y/n’s clumsy ass-”
“I’m not the one who fell on her face because I was too busy looking upwards when I walked,” you muttered, referring to moments ago when Wooyoung tripped on empty boxes while he was walking, making everyone laugh out loud.
“Not the point!” Wooyoung glared at you and you glared back. “Anyways, all of you better be present here.”
“You’re only going to order us around and do absolutely nothing!” Mingi pointed his finger at him. “I still remember when I thought it was a good idea to move in with you.”
“I could help, but I expect something in return,” Yunho said and Siyeon clapped at that.
“My point exactly.”
“You owe me one in case you forgot, Yunho,” Wooyoung pointed his finger at him and Yunho grinned. “As for Siyeon… she could get a special discount.”
That fueled an argument on why he didn’t offer the ‘special’ discount to anyone else and Siyeon announced she didn’t need anything from Wooyoung, which made you elbow her. 
“We’re all busy and have a life, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa finally said and the boys clapped enthusiastically at that. “But… I’ll come around if I have some free time. And the rest of you should as well- otherwise don’t expect them to treat you any differently from the rest of their customers.”
You both were satisfied to hear that while the rest groaned, making promises to come and help, teasing each other. You opened a bag of chips and offered some to Seonghwa who was sitting near you.
“Funny seeing you here tonight,” he said as he took a few. “I didn’t recognise you for a moment. You look different.”
“That’s all Siyeon,” you touched your hair consciously, tucking behind your ears. “I thought you were just passing by. Seems like we have quite a few people in common.”
“Seems so,” he smiled. “Wooyoung always talks about you, I just never made the connection.”
“Really?” you laughed, looking at him who was still accusing his friends of being lazy. “He does talk a lot in general. He may have mentioned having a busy old friend- two of them. I met Hongjoong for the first time today.”
“He’s my oldest friend,” Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong and you watched his gaze turn soft. “He’s also the busiest, so don’t expect to see him helping around more than once. He uses any free time for a nap.”
“I see,” you turned towards Seonghwa, resting your face on your hand, elbow propped on your leg. “And will I be seeing you more than once?”
Seonghwa’s breath caught at the way you looked, with hair shining brightly under the moonlight, eyes tired but full of life. He mirrored your position, a faint smirk on his face. “Maybe you will.”
That night, Seonghwa woke up feeling like a bucket of cold water had been splashed over him though sweat laced his forehead. He checked the time- it was 03.47 am. He went to the kitchen to drink some water and recalled the dream he had seen-
It was you. He had dreamt about you, but… it wasn’t exactly the person he knew. And he had called you Persephone. You had been sitting by a lake, eyes wide and helpless, and he had touched your face and said-
“If I could… I would make you the Queen of the Underworld.”
Seonghwa sighed deeply- was he thinking too much about you? He had been busy with his work, and recently, he’d seen a lot of you, which was perhaps why he was having recurring dreams about you where he called you Persephone, which made him Hades-
King of the Underworld.
Or maybe he took his nickname way too seriously. Seonghwa shook his head- the dreams were causing him to be restless in his sleep. Maybe he just needed to relax a bit but… his recent case had him spiralling into darker territories, and he wondered if he could even get to sleep anymore.
—--------------------------
The last few days were the busiest. You spent most of your time in the cafe and the boys occasionally dropped by to help you out, though you noticed having company meant you also slacked off as you got distracted elsewhere, but things were looking good so far. You and Wooyoung were done setting up your office rooms so you could focus on the rest.
Today, you were back to the last bit of scraping. You arrived late, having slept in since it was Sunday and you found Wooyoung taking a nap on the couch in his office. You didn’t wake him up, deciding to put on some light instrumental music while you scraped and got lost in your thoughts.
These days, your thoughts mostly drifted to the recurring dreams you were having- they were almost like flashbacks of a memory, of a… past life. But you didn’t believe in past lives.
Maybe you should, you wondered to yourself as you shifted to one leg, lazily scraping. But even if you did believe in past lives, did you believe in Hades and Persephone? Even if you did, why would they look exactly like you, Seonghwa and the other people in your life? Why would they be speaking your language?
Maybe they speak your language for you, you found yourself thinking. You recalled having a dream in Japanese a while ago when you barely knew two phrases. Dreams were supposed to be weird, you told yourself. But were they supposed to be playing out like a story of someone’s life?
Your train of thought was broken when you heard someone clear their throat behind you and you realised you hadn’t been scraping at all for a while now. You put on a smile in an attempt to seem normal before turning to greet-
Seonghwa. He had a way of appearing exactly when you were thinking of him.
“Hi,” he waved awkwardly, dressed in something other than black for once. The denim quite suited him.
“H-hi, I wasn’t expecting you- or anyone, for that matter,” you managed to say, recovering from the initial shock. “Uh, please have a seat?”
Seonghwa looked around in amusement at the absence of any seats. “Where’s Wooyoung?”
“He’s taking a nap,” you told him, fumbling to empty the nearest stool. “I just came and decided to let him sleep.”
“Good idea, it would be way too loud with him,” he laughed, asking you to stop. “I’m not here to relax. I’m here to help you out, so tell me what to do.”
“Really?” You smiled, suddenly conscious of the dirty apron you were wearing- it had everything from dust to paint on there. “Well… you could scrape this part and I could start on the next?”
“Sounds good,” he scanned you. “Do I get an apron too?”
“Oh, yes,” you said, laughing. “We have a spare for this purpose.” 
You went to the box near you, digging out the apron and handing it to him. He wore it and got to work immediately and you watched him for a moment before resuming your own. “You didn’t actually need to help out- I’ve heard how busy you are with your recent case, and from what I’ve seen… it’s hectic.”
“Come on, even Hongjoong stopped by,” he laughed a bit, looking at you. “Or is it that you didn’t want to see me?”
“Now why would you think that,” you pouted, surprised at how playful he sounded despite the serious expression on his face. “I just thought you’d be tired- your job is demanding.”
“It wasn’t always like this,” Seonghwa glanced at you as he said, “I got myself into this mess, and now I can’t get out until I win or admit defeat.”
You put a hand on your hip as you scraped. “Admitting defeat sounds dangerous.”
“It is,” he sighed. “I’m not ready to give up yet.”
You turned to him but then paused, resuming your work- it seemed to be easier to talk when you were both busy and not looking at each other. “Just what have you involved yourself in, Seonghwa? I don’t think we’ve addressed the fact that you’re in constant danger.”
Seonghwa sighed deeply and it looked like he was actually considering telling you. “I can’t really talk about it- the less you know, the safer you are.”
“Well, maybe I don’t love being so safe,” you said, surprised at how you voiced that so boldly, making even Seonghwa stop and turn to look at you. You matched his gaze.
“Sometimes I wonder who you are,” he said, and you felt like he meant more by it. “Why were you so calm that day? And why are you willing to involve yourself in something dangerous?”
You shrugged, going back to scraping, ignoring the loud thump of your heart between your ears. You could still feel his gaze on your back. Thankfully, Wooyoung interrupted and you got a call right at that moment, going into another room to talk to your mother who told you she would be paying a visit-
Right now.
You got out of the room, waving your hand wildly at Wooyoung who moved closer to hear your conversation while Seonghwa watched awkwardly.
“But mom… I’m literally scraping- it’s an ugly sight. You should just go to my apartment and I’ll arrive right after you-”
“I’m near the cafe, Kore,” she said and Wooyoung sagged down to the ground. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” you hung up and kicked Wooyoung’s thigh lightly. “Get up. We’ve got to make this look presentable.”
“Your mother’s coming, what’s the big deal?” Seonghwa finally dared to ask and then regretted it when you two glared at him.
“She’s a monster, for starters-”
“She’s my mother, asshole,” you slapped Wooyoung’s arm. “And what’s your problem? She loves you!”
“She only pretends to!” Wooyoung shouted. “She threatened to hang me upside down on the ceiling if I tried anything funny with you!”
“Let’s just get to work,” you clapped, sliding all the stuff lying in the middle of the room to the corners. Just two minutes later, you heard the sound of the door opening.
“Seonghwa’s still here,” Wooyoung pointed out. “Should I say he is my friend?”
“He is your friend, Wooyoung, please wake up,” you almost cried and Seonghwa snorted. “If you’re going to say something stupid, you better just shut up- hi, mom!” You went to hug her, Wooyoung following with a smile.
“You look well,” she commented. “But there are dark circles under your eyes.”
“Those are proof that I’ve been working hard,” you smiled and she laughed at that, handing you the bouquet of fresh flowers that she brought from home- your favourites. You sniffed them deeply, sighing happily before setting them on the table.
“And this is?” 
“My old friend, Park Seonghwa,” Wooyoung introduced and Seonghwa bowed. “He came to help us out.”
Your mother gave you a look before she sat down. “I won’t be here for long- I came to visit a friend and thought I’d drop by and see what’s up. Would you excuse us, boys? It’s good to see you, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung saluted, dragging Seonghwa to another room- or at least, pretending to. You just knew he would be loitering right outside the room, and chances were that Seonghwa would be too. You turned your attention to your mother. “You could have told me earlier. I would have arranged for dinner or something-”
“There’s no need,” she shook her head, looking around. “The cafe looks nice. Are you sure you need to stay and work with Wooyoung? You’ll only be dealing with flowers- you could do that from home-”
“Wooyoung is only going to be cooking, I’ll be handling everything else,” you reminded her. “We cannot work without each other.”
“It’s pretty late though- when do you even go back?” She checked her watch. “Here, all alone-”
“I’m going to be alone most days,” you straightened up- somehow, you found it easier to challenge your mother when you met her after some time apart. “Besides, there’s always company.”
She frowned at that. “Do you know that boy?”
“Wooyoung introduced us not long ago. He’s one of his old friends, like Yunho and Mingi.”
“I don’t like this, Kore,” she sighed and you groaned.
“You never like anything I do,” you said. “I’m not little anymore. I’m making my own decisions. Please give me space to breathe.”
“Do I suffocate you?” She raised a brow.
“Honestly? Sometimes, yes. I love you but you do that.”
Your mother didn’t look too hurt to hear that, which didn’t give you much satisfaction either. She got up, taking her purse. “I’ll be back when you finally open the cafe.”
“Sure, you have to make it to the opening. And please arrange for the flowers- I’ll send you a list soon, okay?”
She patted your cheek and left, and you finally felt yourself relax. You heard the sound of footsteps. “Damn. That was intense.”
“Shut up,” you groaned, looking at Seonghwa who told you that you looked pale and before you could protest, he poured you water and slid the glass. 
“Can I ask you something?” He asked and you nodded, glancing at Wooyoung who was peeking out of the window to make sure your mother was actually gone. “Why did she call you Kore?”
“It’s a nickname- she started calling me that when I was little. It’s something to do with Greek mythology-”
“I’ve heard,” Seonghwa nodded, accidentally brushing your hand as he took the glass from you and said, “Persephone.”
A stabbing pain in your head made you wince. “Sorry, what?”
“That’s what Demeter called her daughter, right?” he said and you nodded absently.
“Have you always known that?” 
“What?”
“That Demeter called Persephone Kore?” You asked, your voice small.
“Does it matter?” He asked and you thought that was a weird answer. Before you could probe, he went to Wooyoung, leaving you wondering why he didn’t simply answer that.
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A few days later, Seonghwa found himself standing outside your cafe in the middle of the night.
There were a number of things that brought him here. The illegal drugs case he was investigating had taken a dangerous turn since the past few months, which meant he was being assaulted and blackmailed. His place had been ransacked, evidence stolen, and he found himself growing anxious with every passing day. But then, it involved the top class of Sector 1 notoriously known as the Underworld, and if he exposed the individuals involved, he was positive the citizens of Wonderland would lose trust in their government and officials.
He had told no one yet, and he wasn’t planning to, but now he was wondering if he could go on like this. He was being backed up by Mr. Ahn, the director of a leading pharmaceutical company, but he wasn’t sure he could trust him with the details- at least not fully. But he was powerful, and he had connections, which was how he had gotten so far and earned his nickname- Underworld’s Grim Reaper. 
He didn’t know how long he had been staring at the terrace until you appeared and noticed him, waving at him and motioning him to come inside. He sighed deeply- there was another reason he was here. 
He now knew why you seemed so familiar, why your voice shook him to the core the first time he heard you.
He had seen you in his dreams before he ever saw you.
He was positive about that- it sounded insane even to himself, but he was so sure, and it made absolutely no sense. But then he saw your mother the other day- he recognised her instantly from his dreams since she had a memorable face. And then, to top it off, she called you Kore. 
There was no way, he had thought at that time, but then… he wondered if somehow, you knew as well.
But he couldn’t ask you that, he thought as he went upstairs after looking around for Wooyoung. He couldn’t ask you like this. Not when it made no sense to him. Not when he wasn’t ready for the answer.
“Is Wooyoung not here?” 
“He went home a while ago,” you said, sipping from your coffee cup. “What brings you here at this hour- not for helping around, right?”
Seonghwa pursed his lips, taking a seat. “It’s a long story.”
You smiled, “I have some extra brewed coffee anyway. I think it was meant for you.”
When he had finally gotten a bit of coffee in his system, Seonghwa sighed for what had to be the tenth time. You were fidgeting with nervousness and anticipation now- it looked like he was going to tell you something big. “Come on- you look like you’re about to announce your divorce or something.”
“I don’t know,” he sighed, slumping back. “There’s a lot weighing on my mind, and I can’t really tell anyone.”
“I’m a good listener, and an even good secret keeper,” you told him.
“I don’t doubt that,” he laughed. “It’s just… it might be dangerous to share it with someone.”
“Is it about your case?” You asked and he gave you a look.
“You’re quick. Yes, it’s about my case- the same one that got me here with you right now.”
“Well, then I have a question for you,” you leaned forward, loving the challenge he was giving you. “Do you believe in coincidences?”
“I didn’t,” he thought about it, wondering if every meeting with you was just a plain big series of coincidences. “But now I’m wondering if I was wrong.”
“I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe everything happens for a reason. We encountered each other that day, perhaps, because you were meant to sit here right now-”
“Perhaps because we were meant to be-” Seonghwa glanced at you and you raised a brow. “Meant to meet,” he corrected. “That’s what you mean, right?”
“It’s up to you,” you relaxed back. “I don’t want to force you.”
Seonghwa wondered if he could tell you that he found you easy to talk to- in the past few days, he had visited a good few times. He got to learn little things about you and found himself drawn to you. “I’m only hesitating because it’s dangerous to know more than you should. Otherwise, I really like you. I really like talking to you.”
You nodded. “You know that I’ve lived a sheltered life with an overbearing mother, but Seonghwa… I’ve seen my fair share of horrors. I’m not easily rattled, not anymore.”
Seonghwa let that sink in- he always wondered where you got that edge from. He wasn’t sure he could ask. “The case I’m investigating is actually a case involving the top class of Sector 1- politicians, high ranking officials, influencers, you name it. They’re illegally trading drugs among themselves. They buy anyone with power and money.”
“Go on,” you urged.
Seonghwa shifted in his seat. “I’m being backed by Mr. Ahn of KQ Pharmaceuticals. He’s providing me with manpower and connections, but… I’m afraid I’ll have to investigate him at one point too. I’m not sure who’s constantly threatening me- the people I’m investigating or the one who hired me, telling me to stay in my place.”
You whistled. “A double-edged sword?”
“Yeah,” he let out a nervous laugh. “So I’m wondering how I can keep track of my progress, where I can store evidence and important documents. My apartment’s been ransacked twice now. They also stole from me in broad daylight.”
“Hmm… No one would suspect you coming to the cafe to drink some coffee and meet your old friend, right?” You asked and Seonghwa shrugged. “You could use my office.”
“I… When I said that, I didn’t mean that you should give me a space-”
“No, think about it,” you ignored his protests. “Me and Wooyoung are already practically living here. I can give you the spare key to my office- you can come and go as you please and store whatever you need to. I won’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, I guess that could work.”
“And I know it’s too late to say this, but you should have backed out of this case when you first had the thought,” you said and he laughed in defeat. “It’s dangerous to back out now, isn’t it?”
“Very,” he confirmed. “But I don’t want to back out now either.”
You smirked at that. “Too late. Anyways, I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me.”
“I know I can,” he found himself saying.
“Why?” 
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It’s something about your eyes.”
“It’s something about your eyes,” Hades tucked your hair behind. “I feel like I could trust you with my life.”
“But what if someone finds out because of me?” You looked down at your fingers, green with all the flower plucking Demeter had made you do as a punishment for being seen in public with Hades.
“Then I would know that it’s not your fault but mine,” Hades smiled sadly. “Because I got you involved.”
“What if someone finds out because of me?” You found yourself saying, feeling intense deja vu and you tried to gulp the feelings down.
However, Seonghwa had sucked his breath sharply as he heard that too. He watched you for a few moments before he said, “Then I would know that it’s not your fault but mine. Because I’m the one who got you involved.”
You accidentally dropped the pencil you had been fiddling with, leaning down to pick it up and gathering yourself in that moment. You cleared your throat. “I hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Yeah…” Seonghwa shook his head, breaking the trance he was in. “I should go now- I’ll come by tomorrow with some stuff. Should I drop you off too?”
“There’s no need, I’ll get a taxi-”
“At this hour? I think not,” he poked your arm, urging you to move and you pouted as you picked your stuff. You told him the location- it was 10 minutes from the cafe. The ride was mostly silent as you both sorted your thoughts out. When you reached your apartment, you unbuckled the belt, halting when Seonghwa cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to thank you for everything. We just met recently, but… I’m glad I can trust you.”
You smiled. “Well then, we can work on that until you’re able to call me a friend.”
“You are,” Seonghwa laughed. “You know what I mean. Thank you, y/n. For everything.”
“It’s okay,” you nodded. “Just… stay safe, Seonghwa. It sounds dangerous and I really don’t like that you’re being chased around. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
It was a simple enough thing to say but it pulled at his heartstrings in the most unexpected way and he found himself tucking your hair behind your ear- he couldn’t help it- he had done that so many times in his dreams. However, he hadn’t expected you to basically stop breathing, and he realised his breath caught at the way you were looking at him too.
How were you so familiar yet so distant?
He patted your shoulder, nodding awkwardly. “I’ll try. Being safe, I mean.”
“Yeah,” you finally breathed. “Goodnight… Seonghwa.”
With that, you went upstairs to your apartment, glad Siyeon was sleeping because all you wanted to do was sink down in your bed and think of the way he had just tucked your hair-
Like he had done so a million times before.
Perhaps he had.
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Seonghwa found himself coming to the cafe every other day, but he felt a bit guilty that he had to text you and ask the whereabouts of Wooyoung. He told himself that he was protecting his friend and that made him feel guilty because he might be putting you in danger, but you always assured him that it was okay.
It was an easy routine now- Wooyoung usually went home around 10 at night, which was when Seonghwa would drop by and sit in your office and do his work in silence. On the days when you were present, you would quietly come in and place some coffee and snacks on the desk. He didn’t hide anything from you but you didn’t want to intrude so you’d just leave and do something productive, finding it easier to get busy.
Tonight was one of those nights too. You had asked Wooyoung to take care of the other things while you did the painting, which was why he was out and about during the day, buying whatever you needed- you’d join him when it concerned you but since he was taking care of the kitchen, he was busier. You just needed to get the painting done so you could finally decorate and get the flower business started.
You began to think of the flowers back at home, of home, of your mother, of the house that almost felt like a prison and in several ways was, of the feelings of suffocation that still lingered-
You heard someone clear their throat and you looked up to see Seonghwa lingering in the doorway, passing you a tight-lipped smile and you looked down- you had been picking at your fingers- had he seen that? You got up and brushed your clothes.
“What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you had an extra marker,” Seonghwa said after a moment. “I couldn’t find it where you usually keep your stationery.”
“Ah, we must have run out- there might be one in the kitchen though, let me look for it.”
“It’s okay, I’ll look for it-”
“You’ll never be able to navigate through Wooyoung’s mess there,” you laughed and he grinned, finally relaxing. “I’ll be back.”
You went to the kitchen and after a few minutes, you were able to find a marker in one of the drawers. You went to your office and knocked at the already open door and Seonghwa urged you to come in. You noticed how he had pasted a few pictures and notes on your board, making a mind-map.
“Wow, that’s a lot,” you commented. “I hope it’s not so hard… what’s going on here?”
Seonghwa chuckled, pointing at the picture of a middle-aged man. “That’s Dr. Kwon of Wonderland Hospital Sector 1. That’s where the investigation began- apparently, Mr. Ahn got suspicious when Dr. Kwon stopped his business with KQ Pharmaceuticals, and Mr. Ahn wondered if he’s not buying from the best pharmaceutical company in Wonderland, who’s sponsoring him?”
“Ah, business rivalry at first, huh?” You said and he nodded. “So he started doing some digging?”
“Yeah, and he noticed that there was one specific drug that’s used for anaesthetic purposes that he wasn’t buying from any of the well-known companies. He has his ears everywhere, and he was quick to make a connection- that drug that the top class of Wonderland smokes, they call it ‘Mist’- it’s the same they’re using as anaesthesia in the hospital.”
“Oh,” you wowed, taking a moment to let that sink in. “That’s… intense.”
Seonghwa stifled his smile. “Now he just wants me to take down as many people involved as possible.”
“Why you?” You were curious.
“I’m called the Underworld’s Grim Reaper for a reason,” he smirked. “I won a big case a year ago too- probably caught Mr. Ahn’s attention.”
“It’s suspicious, though,” you went through his notes, looking at the pictures and frowning at a familiar face. “That he isn’t putting himself in the spotlight. Also, how is he involved?”
“You know him?” Seonghwa glanced at the picture you were holding. “That’s Mr. Jang, right?”
“From the Wonderland Art Museum, yes,” you confirmed. “He’s an acquaintance of my mother- we deliver flowers to him regularly. Is he involved in…”
“It seems so, but it’s only a suspicion right now,” Seonghwa sighed. “There’s no evidence of transactions- after all, the drug must cost something. I’m wondering if it’s not in the form of cash- which is why I’ll have to look into Mr. Jang’s paintings and who the real owners of those paintings are.”
You were still going through the pictures as you listened when you found a picture of a flower. “And what has this rare flower got to do with it?”
Seonghwa looked surprised. “You recognise this flower?”
“Of course I do. I’m a florist, Seonghwa,” you rolled your eyes.
“What do you know about this flower?”
“It’s one of the rarest flowers. It’s called the Middlemist Blue- wait,” you looked at the flower and then back at him. “This is the source of the drug?”
“Yes,” Seonghwa took the picture from you. “Where have you seen it?”
In my mother’s greenhouse.
“It’s very rare,” you attempted to sound normal but you were sure Seonghwa caught on. You sighed, taking a seat. “My mother found one a few years ago and since then, she’s been taking care of it and trying to reproduce it.”
“And was she successful?” Seonghwa dared to ask.
“Not that I’m aware of,” you shook your head, looking at him- for once, you felt scared. “Do you think she might be involved?”
“I can’t say- she isn’t the only one with that flower, though. There’s someone in Sector 8 who grows them too,” he said and you found yourself sighing in relief. “But… you understand that I’ll have to investigate her, right?”
You thought for a few moments- was this a big coincidence? Your mother did deliver flowers to Mr. Jang for display in his museum. What if she provided him with the Middlemist Blue as well? What if Mr. Jang really was involved in the Underworld’s drug dealing?
Seonghwa took a seat next to you, taking your hand in his and caressing it. “You don’t have to think of the worst, y/n. I don’t think a mother who loves her daughter so much would do something that could harm her. The world doesn’t know that the Middlemist Blue can be used as a drug- that could mean that your mother is unaware. After all, she’s a florist, not a pharmacist, right?”
“Yeah, that’s true,” you took a deep breath. “But… Can you do me a favour and let me find out? With you?”
“It’s too dangerous-”
“Please,” you put a hand on his. “If it involves my mother… you understand why I have to, right? I could also help you with Mr. Jang’s involvement. We could do this together.”
Seonghwa thought about it. “You’re not doing anything on your own, okay? Don’t pull a move and make everyone around you suspicious.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I also don’t want you to confront your mother until I’m sure she’s the one supplying whoever’s involved. She could simply be keeping a rare flower safe.”
“Yes, sir.”
Seonghwa chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear, making your smile change into surprise. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
You understood what he meant. “I know you’ll keep me safe.”
There it was again- another conversation he was sure he’d had with you. He patted your cheek. “Let’s talk about this later, okay?”
You nodded, finding yourself unable to draw away from him, and perhaps the spirit of Persephone possessed you for a moment as you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, making his eyes go wide in surprise. “Thank you for believing in me, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa scanned your face, wanting to kiss you back but it took everything in him to simply smile and stand up to leave. He needed to clear his head, but most of all-
He needed to figure out just why he had been dreaming about you, and why the events of his dreams were playing out in the present.
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Seonghwa muttered as he pulled his cap further down and you groaned inwardly, taking it off and ruffling his hair, making him stop in his tracks. “What are you doing?”
“You’re looking too suspicious, Seonghwa,” you shook your head. “The mask and glasses are enough. You’re not a celebrity.”
“Might as well be,” he countered, pulling your hand and bringing you to the side when a bike passed by. “You should have disguised yourself too. My plan was better.”
“Mine is better, you’ll see,” you smiled at him and he thought you glowed in the sun. “Just a couple interested in art. What’s suspicious about that?”
It was a very basic plan- you wanted to go and check out the Wonderland Art Museum and see just how much your mother was involved- you were going to introduce yourself to Mr. Jang and you were bringing your ‘boyfriend’ with you. Seonghwa agreed to it because you insisted that you needed to learn just what your mother’s role was before he began investigating her, and for another reason-
Because you wanted to go out with Seonghwa, though you’ll never admit it out loud.
Interestingly, Seonghwa didn’t suggest someone else take his place or you go alone- it wasn’t uncommon to go alone. He had a few things he wanted to learn about you too, and he planned to find out today.
You both paused at the entrance, spotting yourselves in the reflecting glass- your lavender outfit was quite a contrast with his all black. The guards checked your ids, scanned you and allowed you to go inside and when Seonghwa exhaled loudly, you smacked his arm. 
“Not subtle at all, Mr. Park.”
“I’m only teasing you,” he rolled his eyes as he laughed. “You think I haven’t done this? Sneaked in and gotten into trouble? More times than I can count.”
You made an impressed face and made your way to the display section, blown by the magnificent art pieces and the florals surrounding them. “Mother really put her heart and soul into this. No wonder she thought I couldn’t take over this job when I suggested that. My initial plan did fail for a reason.”
“You can go ahead and look at the flowers or whatever,” Seonghwa looked down at your still linked hands. “I’ll hang around and… observe. I need to check who the owners of these paintings are.”
“I think it’s better if we stick together- and you can lead the way. I don’t think I need to take a closer look at the flowers,” you shifted your hands so you were holding his arm now. “Better?”
Seonghwa glanced at you, gulping before he nodded. He wondered why he was so damn nervous around you. This wasn’t his first date-
Was he thinking of this as a date?
He led the way and you went from one art piece to another, observing for a few minutes. One of the guides answered whatever questions Seonghwa had. When you were at the heart of the display, Seonghwa finally asked what he wanted to. “What was your life like back at home?”
He noticed you tense for the smallest moment and he may have dismissed it had he not noticed you do that whenever someone talked about home. “Nothing much. Boring, if I have to say, but I have to credit my mother for all I am today.”
“Even the dark parts?” Seonghwa teased.
“Especially those,” you grinned at him, glad he was keeping it light. “She’s the only family I have- my father was never in the picture. She did what she had to.” He didn’t probe further, nodding slowly and guiding you to the next part, wondering just why your relationship with your mother was rocky. You asked him about his family.
“We’re a small family, but we’re close,” you could see his eyes curve and you bet he was smiling under the mask. “But when I look at you… I think you found a family here. The way you are with Siyeon and Wooyoung… it’s endearing.”
“Old friends are like family,” you smiled, agreeing. Seonghwa motioned towards the guards stationed near the far end- it had to be the office. “Should we take a closer look?”
“No, the guards might recognise me if Mr. Jang is involved,” he said, leading you to the other corner and you continued admiring the art while he looked at the office. “Can I ask why you wanted to open a cafe as a florist?”
“Well,” you thought about it. “I’ve practically lived with flowers. It’s what I’m best at and what I’m most confident about, though I started hating it a little when I felt like I hadn’t explored my options much. But when Wooyoung suggested opening up a cafe because he loved cooking for others… I think that’s when I looked at it differently.”
“What do you mean?”
“How do you think people look when they receive food or flowers? There’s not only happy occasions, but they’re both meaningful. To be a part of someone’s life or routine… I liked the idea of that. So we decided to partner up- Wooyoung gives the food and I give the flowers. It may sound stupid but-”
“No, it doesn’t,” Seonghwa insisted. “I heard somewhere, that even the darkest of places can be brightened by flowers, and even the darkest of humans can be moved.”
You narrowed your eyes at Seonghwa. You had, of course, heard that in your dream. “Where did you hear that- oh, look at that.”
Seonghwa followed your eyes to Mr. Jang going to his office room, followed by who had to be his secretary. He was about to turn away reflexively but you tightened your grip on his arm instead. “We’re going to his office.”
“We are not-”
“My mom sent a wine bottle for him, and I am simply delivering it on her behalf,” you motioned to the bag you were wearing which contained the gift and he rolled his eyes. “You can stay back if you want to-”
“No, I’ll come with you,” he said, looking like he was in pain.
You considered that. “Won’t he recognise you?”
“I think if he’s involved, it might shake him a little, seeing me with you,” Seonghwa was almost smirking. “That is, if your mother is involved too.”
“Ah… so you’re going to use me as bait? Noted,” you said and began to move forward and he laughed, grabbing your hand and stopping you but you pretended to be sour about it and made it to the office, letting him grab your hand when you knocked.
The secretary opened the door. “What business do you have?”
“I’m here from Eden Florals,” you said, “on behalf of the owner. She’s an acquaintance of Mr. Jang- she sent a gift for him.”
The secretary asked you to wait a moment and then let you in. You took out the gift first and then handed it to Mr. Jang with a bow. “I’m y/n from Eden Florals.”
“Of course,” Mr. Jang got up and shook hands with you. “I remember seeing a picture of you at your greenhouse when I went for a visit. You’re all grown up now!”
You smiled shyly. “My mother sends her regards. I’ve actually been wanting to visit your museum for quite a while ever since I moved to the city, but couldn’t get the chance.”
“And it seems like you did,” Mr. Jang glanced at Seonghwa.
“Yep,” you squeezed his hand, urging him to take his mask off. “This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa. He’s a fan of your work.”
“Nice to meet you,” Seonghwa said and you watched as Mr. Jang paused for a moment before shaking his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I’m sure you have,” he commented before sitting down. “You’re quite busy these days, I’ve heard.”
You pretended to be surprised. “Do you know each other?”
“Oh, didn’t he tell you?” Mr. Jang laughed. “He’s a very famous prosecutor around here. We’re all a little wary around him even when we’re clean as a slate.”
“That must mean he’s good at his job,” you passed a warm smile to Seonghwa and took a moment to look around. You found nothing suspicious at the first glance. “Well, I must get going now- sorry for taking so much of your time.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I hope you visit again. Send my regards to your mother too,” he said and you bowed before leaving the office, deciding to just exit the museum as well.
“So?” Seonghwa asked when you finally got out. “What do you think?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s involved- he looked more surprised to see you,” you thought. “I’m not sure about my mother though- what do you think?”
“I’m not so sure either,” Seonghwa inhaled deeply. “But I know for sure that he’s aware of what’s going on in the Underworld, at least.”
“Well then,” you paused, spotting a barbeque restaurant and feeling your stomach growl at the thought of food. “Shall we think about it over some food? My treat for dragging you along.”
“Shouldn’t we just go back?”
“Come on,” you elbowed him. “You said you wanted to live a little, right?”
Seonghwa gave you a look but urged you to lead the way and you stifled your grin as you entered the restaurant and gave your orders.
“You remembered that I said that,” he said after you both relaxed. 
“Of course I did,” you shrugged, “We have that in common.”
“Is there something you want to do then?” Seonghwa rested his face on his hands, elbow propped on the table, looking casually at you. “I can’t figure you out. Sometimes you’re trying to dissolve in the background and then sometimes… you pull a bold move like you just did in Mr. Jang’s office.”
Before you could answer, the food arrived and you took that moment to think. “I could say a few things about you too, Prosecutor Park Seonghwa,” you teased and he groaned in amusement. “You seem miles away sometimes but then… you’re right here.”
Seonghwa raised a brow. “Are you talking about how I space out sometimes? Because I’ve been doing a lot of that ever since I met you. You make me confused.”
“Oh? How?” You asked, taking a bite of the meat. 
“I don’t know how to explain it without sounding like a madman so I’ll let you know some other time,” he promised and you made a face at that. “It’s also probably because you’re quite weird too-”
“I could say the same for you!” You laughed. “You talk to yourself when you’re working! I thought I was hearing things and then I thought you were on a call or something, but you were just arguing with yourself.”
Seonghwa hid his face. “I have to do that when I’m lost while I’m connecting the dots. And you! You stare into the space like you can actually see something! I passed by one time and thought you were possessed!”
You both had a good laugh over that. “We’re all strange in some ways,” you acknowledged. “Speaking of, did you find anything strange about the paintings?”
“Yeah, I’ve got someone on it,” he checked his phone. “I just need to check if Mr. Jang’s really the owner of those paintings that he claims are his, or if most of the owners are involved in this drug business. What are you going to do, though?”
“I think I should visit back home- when my mom is away. Ugh, I don’t know how I’ll work that part out, but I need her to be away if I want to confirm my suspicions.”
“You might be offended to hear this, but…” Seonghwa began and you urged him to continue. “Normally, someone would have refused to believe their mother was involved in something like this. Why are you entertaining the possibility, I’m wondering.”
You took a deep breath. “We’re not on the best terms, as you must have seen when she visited the cafe,” you looked at him and he nodded. “She’s… overprotective. Overbearing. And she wasn’t the best mother- she could have done a lot of things differently about parenting,” you let out a short laugh, sighing. “And anyways, the Middlemist Blue is very rare. I can pull out of this but I shouldn’t stop you from investigating.”
“I understand,” he looked a bit apologetic and you shook your hand in dismissal, pouring him a drink and changing the topic,asking him how he became friends with everyone you knew and how he got to where he was. After you were done eating, he took the bus with you which stopped near your cafe and decided to drop you off.
“You don’t need to, I can find my way,” you teased, the few drinks you had back there making you both more comfortable with each other, especially when you both had talked so much the whole day. 
“You know my car is parked there, right?” He laughed and you pouted. “It was your idea of a ‘date’.”
“You liked it though,” you elbowed him and he grinned. “When should we plan our next date? Do you want to go somewhere else before we go to my town?”
“I didn’t realise I was coming with you there,” Seonghwa casually grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.
“Of course you are coming with me,” you glanced at him. “We have a nice view there. I’d really like to show you.”
“If you insist,” he scoffed, though he was pleased. “Is there anywhere you want to go then?”
“I asked you,” you poked his arm. “Come on. Spill.”
“Well… I think I’d really like to go to the beach. It’s been forever since I went.”
“That’s great. I haven’t gone in forever. We should all go together- I could ask Siyeon and Wooyoung-”
“We could all go together, but…” Seonghwa paused, turning to you. “I’d like it more if it was just the two of us.”
“Oh, really?” You were about to tease him but then it sank in. “Oh.”
Seonghwa smiled, taking your hand and walking the rest of the way to the cafe in silence while your heart thumped wildly. When you arrived, he turned to you once again.
“Thank you for today. It was fun and productive. I never thought it could be both.”
You shook your head. “Always thinking about work first. I still haven’t forgotten how you used me as bait-”
Seonghwa shut you up with a chaste kiss to your cheek, laughing when he noticed how surprised you were. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s- it’s okay, just took me by surprise,” you unconsciously touched where he had kissed you.
“Do you like it then? Should I do it again now that you’re-”
“Ah, you’re drunk,” you laughed, pushing him away when he tried to do it again. “Kiss me when your head is not in the clouds.”
Seonghwa pursed his lips, his gaze changing and you realised what you had said. “I think I might be drunk too. I should go back inside…”
“I’ll remember that for next time,” Seonghwa promised and you waved goodbye, heading inside and unable to stop smiling for a good few moments.
—----------------------
“It’s not how I imagined us to be,” you said, caressing his hair, his head resting on your lap. It looked like he had stars in his hair. “Everyone thinks you’re the villain- that you’ve brought me here by force. It wasn’t my intention to make you misunderstood-”
“It doesn’t matter, Persephone,” Hades sighed in pleasure. “As long as you’re with me and happy… it doesn’t matter what the world thinks of us.”
“But Hades,” you couldn’t shake off the feeling of impending doom. “Mother will do anything to get me back. She won’t settle for 6 months on Earth and 6 months in the Underworld deal. She might get your brothers on her side, and then-”
Hades pulled away, sitting in front of you. “Did you know what would happen if you ate those pomegranate seeds?” You nodded and he continued. “You chose to do this. Will you choose to be by my side when everyone thinks I manipulated you into doing so?”
“Of course I will. I’m doing it now,” you pointed out and Hades smiled. “You’re the first person who saw me for who I truly was, and accepted me. You made me the Queen of Underworld and offered me whatever I wanted. I want to be with you, Hades. I don’t want to go back to Earth.”
Hades tucked his finger under your chin to make you look at him as he said, “You’re also the Goddess of Spring. You brought life to the Underworld- look around,” he glanced at the once dead forest that now bloomed with flowers of all sorts, bloomed with life. “I never thought it could be warm here- warm here too,” he touched his heart. “And you’re also the first one to look past the monster everyone has made me to be.”
With that, he leaned forward and kissed you in such a gentle manner that you wondered how he still managed to stay alive all alone in the cold Underworld. You kissed him back with the promise that he would never have to feel cold again. Hades was surprised when you kissed him back, because for a moment he wondered if he had made a mistake, if he had been too hasty- but when you climbed in his lap to kiss him deeper and his arms wound around your waist, he knew that he had fallen for you ages ago.
~
You woke up with a groan, your muscles aching and you found that you had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. You rubbed your eyes, hearing water run- Siyeon must be showering. With a sigh, you got up and decided to make breakfast, cracking eggs and frying them, turning the coffee machine on-
And pausing in the middle of flipping eggs when the memory of the dream came back. You poked your tongue in your cheek, resuming the frying and scoffing at the memory- Hades kissing Persephone.
Seonghwa kissing you.
You cursed under your breath- it felt too real. You could feel butterflies in your stomach- or maybe it was because you already had a thing for Seonghwa. You had to admit that you did, especially with the conversation a few nights ago when he had kissed you on the cheek and you had asked him to kiss you again when he was sober.
You had met Seonghwa after that, but he had been a bit busy so he only said hi or made small talk when he stopped by at your cafe, both of you waiting for the day your mom would leave town which would be the weekend, you found out thanks to Siyeon. You both were pretending that conversation didn’t happen and things were pretty normal, if you had to say-
“Gosh, you scared me. Why are you smiling like a fool?”
You snorted, setting the table and sitting across Siyeon. “Just had a silly dream.”
“I had one too,” Siyeon laughed. “I was running away from a giant chicken. I think I should stop eating too much chicken…”
“Do you believe in coincidences, though?” You wondered out loud. “Like… do you think we can foresee things in our dreams?”
Siyeon raised a brow at the sudden change of tone. “I think I read something about that once. That sometimes we can actually foresee things. It’s pretty rare though, and most of the time it’s our mind making up scenarios.”
“But like, what if you’ve been foreseeing things for a while?” You leaned forward. 
“I don’t know,” Siyeon shrugged. “Are you?”
“Not really,” you shrugged back. “Just wondering.”
You wanted to tell her that you saw Seonghwa in your dreams so many times before you met him, but… would she believe it? Even if she did, she’d think you were crazy. You couldn’t blame her for that- anyone would think you were crazy.
“You look like you have been having trouble sleeping, though,” Siyeon commented.
“Yeah, I haven’t had good sleep in a while,” you rubbed your face. “I’m going to go change.”
Before Siyeon could ask more, you were off to your room. After getting ready, she dropped you at the furniture store where Wooyoung was already waiting for you. He had picked a few options and you both went through the designs, choosing round wooden tables and comfortable cushion chairs in light pink colour for the cafe- you were pleased by how it looked in your mind so far. 
“I think Hongjoong’s idea of a vintage theme really stuck to me. This is going to look perfect,” you pointed at some old frames.
“Get anything you want- I’m ready to spoil you,” Wooyoung nodded. “Just remember the budget. We spared a lot since you’re painting yourself.”
“Yeah, I just need to get some paints now,” you put your hands in your coat pocket as Wooyoung filled the receipt. “Brown and white should be okay, huh?”
“Yeah,” he was done. “Let’s look at the curtains next?”
You spent the good part of the afternoon shopping as much as you both could, getting lunch in between and making a timeline of when you needed to get things done and started. Wooyoung was busy with his cooking classes but you were mostly free so you were going to paint. He said he would ask the boys to give you a hand but you declined, saying it was something you’d prefer to do by yourself and you would be calling them anyway when you would need to decorate and set the furniture.
You got a text from Seonghwa when Wooyoung was about to drop you back at the cafe. 
Hi. Can you meet me at the intersection near the cafe? I’m passing by and need to hand you some documents- I’m meeting someone and I can’t risk taking them along.
If you’re not busy, that is. 
If you’re busy, I’ll just hide them in my office.
You smiled at the texts and Wooyoung glanced at you. “Already have a boyfriend?”
“No, it’s not that,” you groaned. “Can you drop me off at the intersection instead?”
“Meeting someone?” Wooyoung teased after agreeing. “I gotta see who it is.”
“Gosh,” you knew Wooyoung wasn’t going to back out so you gave in. “It’s only Seonghwa. He needs to give me something.”
“Seonghwa?” Wooyoung scoffed. “When did you two become so close?”
You suddenly felt guilty for not telling Wooyoung and Siyeon anything about Seonghwa yet. “We’re not that close. He’s just using my office to hide a few important documents because his house got ransacked twice- the case he’s working on. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Wooyoung made an impressed face. “He’s trusting you with that?”
“You know I’m good at hiding things,” you teased and he laughed, recalling that one time you were fourteen and bought a phone and hid it from your mother for about a year until she found out and gave you hell for it. 
He dropped you off with a promise that you’d give him more details and you waved goodbye, spotting Seonghwa at the far end near a shop. You went to him and he apologised for making you come out when you were busy.
“I was just heading back to the cafe- I was out running errands with Wooyoung,” you told him, taking the USB and putting it in the inside pocket of your coat. “I’m interested to hear why you think this could be stolen.”
“It’s crucial information… and I don’t want to be careless,” he looked around, running a hand through his hair and your stomach swooped when your mind decided to flash back that one scene from your dream where you were running a hand through his hair instead- “And I think I have a tail, which is why I didn’t stop by the cafe too much. I need to find out who it is this time.”
“Oh,” you pursed your lips. “I’ll hide it well then.”
“I’m sure you will,” he smiled, checking the time. “I’ve got to go. See you later?”
“See you,” you saluted, going backwards where you came from. You took two turns down the street when you felt eyes on you and you turned around, catching a shadow hide behind a pole- since it was getting dark, you couldn’t see well, but-
If Seonghwa had a tail, it was possible they were following you now.
Which meant there was no way in hell you could go back to the cafe.
You decided to go to the convenience store instead, taking another turn. You took out your phone and used the screen and the lights to see if anyone was actually following you or you were just being anxious-
There was someone. And he was close. 
You unlocked your phone and texted Seonghwa: I have a tail and he’s following me rn. You called him next.
“Wooyoung! Did you see my text? I sent you the receipt of the furniture.”
“Uh, it’s Seonghwa-”
“Yeah, I know,” you sighed. “Can you just take a look and see if it’s the right one?”
“Is anyone following you right now?”
“Yep,” you attempted to sound cheerful because you were pretty sure whoever was behind you could hear you. You decided to stay where it was crowded, though. At least he wouldn’t attempt something in the middle of a crowd, right?
“Oh goodness. Where are you?”
“Dinner? I think I’ll just have ramen at the convenience store.”
“Got it. Stay safe- don’t run. Stay around people, okay? I’m coming.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” you said. “Aren’t you busy?”
“Stay on call, okay?” Seonghwa said and you could hear his breath sound like he was running. He had to be on foot now- you glanced around casually, noticing the man behind you properly now- he was wearing a face mask and a cap. 
Someone was starting to suspect you, it seemed. They couldn’t see you with Seonghwa.
“I don’t want to be seen with you, Wooyoung,” you almost scolded. “People will have the wrong idea.”
“Now is not the time to play games, y/n,” Seonghwa sighed. “I can see you- cross the street and when it gets busy, go to the backside of the convenience store. He’s a good distance behind you so if we run, we could lose him.”
“Got it. Bye,” you said and put your phone in your pocket, taking a deep breath and waiting for the signal to turn green, an old couple near you. You casually looked around- the man was indeed hanging around a few feet away.
You crossed the road with the couple, and after taking a sharp turn you started running when you spotted Seonghwa. He grabbed your hand and led you to an old building, exiting from the front and then going to another building, following him in the darkness and swallowing your panic until you made a stop at a parking lot.
“I think we’ve lost him,” he looked around. “You definitely had a tail-”
You sighed loudly in relief, your knees going weak and Seonghwa was quick to hold you against him, making you rest your head on his chest- you could hear his wildly thumping heart as well. Seonghwa chuckled in disbelief, patting your back. “I got you.”
“I was so scared for a moment back there,” you said as you finally looked up at him and he scanned your face, looking apologetic.
“I was more scared,” Seonghwa found himself tucking your hair behind. “I could see who's following you. I had to do something- I couldn’t simply wait and watch.”
You leaned into his touch, surprising him but then he brought you into a hug and you didn’t hesitate, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighed deeply. “I’m sorry. I never should have asked that from you- I shouldn’t have let you do this alone. I don’t even know how they figured out-”
“It’s okay- I would have done it anyway,” you only hugged him tighter. “Besides, I was smooth. I’ve got it,” you broke the hug and patted your pocket that held the USB. “You should hire me. I think I might be a natural at this.”
Seonghwa laughed at that. “I think that’s tempting,” he licked his lips as he looked at you. “Let’s get out of here.”
He drove you home and insisted that you stay there for the rest of the day, just to be on the safe side. He made a call to cancel his meeting as well. When you arrived at the apartment, you offered him to come inside for dinner.
“I’m feeling chicken and beer now,” you said, getting out of the taxi and waiting for him. “A little company would be nice.”
Seonghwa pondered for a moment before following you out. “Isn’t this where Siyeon lives as well?”
“She won’t be home until 11 tonight,” you said, leading the way inside. He took off his shoes, looking around.
“Neat,” he commented. “I thought Siyeon’s place would look more like a dungeon.”
“It did,” you laughed. “Before I moved in. She’s better now.”
Seonghwa laughed at that and you took out the USB. “Should I just hide it here? It’s better to keep important things scattered, right?”
“Maybe, yes,” he thought for a moment. “I’ll just make a few copies of it.”
You sat down with Seonghwa on the couch, putting on whatever drama was airing and watching Seonghwa make copies on his laptop, handing you the original one to hide, which you did in a random jar in the kitchen that you were sure no one else would touch. Seonghwa was impressed. “I should have hid things in the kitchen too.”
“Doesn’t work everytime,” you told him and he shut his laptop and put it aside. The chicken arrived and you found yourselves absorbed in casual discussion, from the case to how he became a prosecutor to your family.
“We’re going this weekend, by the way,” you reminded him, having finished eating about half an hour ago and just relaxing with beer now. “You’re free for the day, right?”
“I am,” he confirmed and you scanned him- head resting on his hand, arm propped on the couch, sitting very comfortably on the floor. You could imagine him as Hades. Was it really a past life you were seeing or were you possessed? There was no way you were the goddess of spring and he the king of the underworld, but…
With your present occupations, you were beginning to doubt if it really made no sense.
“You’re staring, y/n,” he commented, his voice deeper. “What are you thinking?”
You gulped unconsciously. “Sorry. Just got lost for a moment.”
“I want to know what you’re thinking,” he pouted uncharacteristically and you laughed, taking the beer can away from him.
“Don’t tell me you’re drunk again!” You teased.
“I’m pretty sober right now,” he insisted and you narrowed your eyes at him, but he didn’t budge. “I also remember a promise I made for when I was sober-”
“Oh, please,” you looked away, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and he smiled at that.
“Do I make you nervous, y/n?” he asked, taking your hands away when you hid your cheeks and pulling them in his lap. “I’m sorry for today. I really wish you would stop involving yourself anymore.”
“Not this again,” you squeezed his hand. “We’re fine. We’re here. That’s all that matters- you know I can’t back out now anyway.”
He looked at you. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. It could get worse now.”
“Well, I want you to pull out too. I want to keep you safe, but it seems like we can’t get everything that we want…” you shrugged and he felt warmth inside after hearing that. “Now can you stop looking at me like this?”
“Like what?” He teased and pulled you closer, taking you by surprise, your face inches away. “Like this?”
His gaze dropped to your lips and you felt butterflies, unable to look away, your own gaze dropping at his plump lips now parted. He ran his thumb over your lower lip, patting your cheek before drawing away but you took his hand and pulled him back, taking him by surprise.
“You haven’t kept your promise,” you said.
“I don’t think I’m fully sober,” he replied.
“Does it look like I care about that?” 
There it was- your gaze changing, your persona changing. He absolutely loved it when you got playful like this, and he wasn’t going to miss this chance. He smiled, leaning forward and hesitating before he kissed your cheek, lingering there for a moment. However, when he saw you with your eyes still shut, he couldn’t help but take it a step further, brushing his lips across yours as if asking for permission and you took the next step, pecking his lips and then drawing back as if you had been caught doing something.
“Y/n,” he groaned before he cupped your face and kissed you properly, moving his lips along yours, your hands holding his wrists tightening with every second and then he drew back for a breath. You moved closer, propping yourself in his lap and he felt deja vu, his arms going around your waist as you cupped his face and kissed him deeper. 
You weren’t sure if you were supposed to feel this, but you felt like you were doing something absolutely right- you somehow knew where to touch him, where to hold him, how to kiss him- you already knew the planes and curves and edges of his face as you traced it while you kissed him, and you felt like you belonged there. Somehow, that thought made you feel overwhelmed and you broke the kiss, caressing his face as you looked him in his eyes.
“Don’t you feel like we’ve been here before, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa thought he was hearing things, but he nodded. “I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
You smiled at that, pecking his lips again. “Then I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
Seonghwa caressed your arms and you buried your face in his neck, wanting to feel closer, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back and held you for a long time before his phone vibrated and he came back to reality.
“I should get going before Siyeon comes. She’ll raise hell,” he laughed and you grinned.
“See you on the weekend then?” You asked. It was only two days away.
“Maybe you’ll see me before that too,” he smiled, taking his stuff and you walked him out. Before you could leave, he kissed you on your forehead.
“Let’s talk about this later, okay?” He said and you nodded, watching him leave, lovestruck.
—-----------------------------
You barely had the strength to move right now, but even if you did, there wasn’t any other place you would rather be, for you were home in the arms of your husband, the King of the Underworld.
Your king.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this…” he sighed. His voice sounded weary and you glanced up to meet his eyes- he looked beyond tired. “I wish I could take your pain.”
“We saw it coming, my love,” you buried your face in his neck. “One day or another, the mortals are going to forget us- we knew that. We knew we would dissipate into moths or flowers when that time came. And we are so brave to face it together- unlike the others who ended themselves.”
“I don’t like seeing you in pain though,” he insisted. “You could go to Styx. You could end this too-”
“Are you that miserable to be with me?” You teased and he laughed. You marvelled at how young his laugh sounded.
“Of course not. All I’ve ever wanted was to die in your arms.”
Your heart tugged at that- you had spent an indefinite time with Hades but when he said things like that, you felt like you were experiencing something new. 
“Do you want to make a wish, then?” You asked. “Don’t tell me you’ve used the wish we got from Hestia.”
“I don’t think it’s any use now. She’s as weak as us, if not more.”
“But we could try- if we have the same wish.”
Hades tugged your chin up. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking… that this is the end, but I’d like to meet you in another life.”
“I’d like that too,” he nodded.
“Shall we wish to be reincarnated as mortal lovers then?”
“Why mortal lovers? Their lives are short and meaningless.”
“But,” you sighed dreamily. “But they know that, and still love with all their might. I’d like to have that with you once again.”
Hades smiled at that- he couldn’t have thought of something better. “Well then… let’s make that wish.”
~
“Well…” you got off the bus that stopped at the town where your home was. “This is it.”
Seonghwa put his hands in his pockets as he looked at the cloudy sky over the hills, the air feeling cleaner than usual. “It’s beautiful here.”
“It is,” you smiled and Seonghwa thought there was something sad about your smile. You walked side by side, following the track that led to your house. Seonghwa made small talk but he felt like there was something weighing on you- something else other than the fact that your mother could be involved in the biggest drug scandal in the history of Wonderland, so he let the silence take over until you reached the cottage house. 
“Do you want to have some tea before we investigate?” You asked and he nodded, eager to see this part of your life. You unlocked the door and let him in and he looked around.
“It looks cosy but why is it so cold?” He shivered.
You smiled faintly. “It’s always been like this.”
You asked him to get comfortable and went to the kitchen, smiling at the pictures of your childhood hanging by the fireplace. When you came back, he asked you about the backstory of those pictures and you told him- first day of school, first broken tooth, first day at college and more. You showed him your room and he boasted how he would guess your room anywhere if he saw it- he was very familiar with your vibe now. 
“And that’s my mom’s room, if you’re up for snooping,” you said and went inside.
“Very minimalistic,” he observed. “I don’t know what to look for, actually. You can do the snooping. I’m kind of scared of her.”
You chuckled at that, going through her drawers and the bookshelf, asking Seonghwa to check if there were hidden compartments in the room. However, you found nothing.
“She’s not that simple, my mother,” you said as you made sure everything was in place before exiting the room. “We should check her private greenhouse. She may have something there.”
“Do you have all her keys?” Seonghwa asked and you nodded. “I don’t think she’ll keep something like that where you could access it.”
“I think otherwise,” you glanced at him. “We’ve been playing cat and mouse for years now,” you told him as you unlocked her greenhouse, shivering a little as a few bad memories flashed in your mind. “I think this is where she’ll keep it, and then she’ll test me.”
Seonghwa didn’t say anything, just watched you as you went around and zoned out, staring at the far end corner. He decided to give you some space but after a few minutes, he found you still staring at the same spot. 
He walked to you and gently put his arms around your waist in a back hug and felt you finally relax. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you cleared your throat. “Just some bad memories here.”
“You wanna talk about it?” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you smiled faintly- you had missed this. You caressed his hands as you looked ahead. 
“She used to lock me up here when I misbehaved, and I wasn’t the most well-behaved kid as a child,” you let out a short laugh. “I learned to love the dark. It worked until she found out I wasn’t scared anymore.”
“Oh, y/n,” he hugged you tighter. “You don’t have to pretend to be okay anymore.”
You pursed your lips, not wanting to cry so you turned around and let him sway you in a hug until you felt better. He sighed. “I wouldn’t have asked you to come here if I knew.”
“I needed to come here one day or another,” you shrugged. “And I’m glad you’re the one with me.”
Seonghwa caressed your cheek, kissing you deeply and hugging you again. “You’re really strong, you know that?”
You smiled, breaking the hug. “Thank you. I’m just pretending to be.”
Seonghwa smiled back, tucking your hair. “We all are, aren’t we?”
You nodded, spotting the familiar flower behind him. “That’s the Middlemist Blue. They’re more than I expected.”
Seonghwa turned around and found a few pots of the very rare flower. “It feels unreal to see it here. Do you think she’s only trying to keep this flower from going extinct, or…”
“I’ll look around- I really can’t say,” you bit your lip, going through the cupboards until you found a locked drawer. “What do you think she keeps here?”
“I don’t want to guess,” he admitted. “No key?”
“Let’s break it?”
“No, we don’t want to leave traces,” he said, glancing at your head. “Bobby pins?”
“Oooh,” you grinned, taking the pins out of your hair. “Don’t tell me you know how to do that.”
“I’ve learned a few tricks in my field- though one would question if I’m really doing something morally right,” he began unlocking the drawer. “I say as long as it’s serving a good purpose, you’re allowed to do something like this.”
“Wow,” you said as it unlocked and he flicked his hair proudly, making you stick out your tongue before you opened the drawer to examine the contents. You found her old pictures, a few of your father, and some receipts that you handed to Seonghwa.
“So she is providing the Middlemist Blue to Mr. Jang,” he went through the receipts. “Question is- is she keeping these because she’s involved directly in the drug dealing, or because she suspects something and is keeping proof?”
“Yeah, because she wouldn’t keep the receipts in this drawer unless they meant something important,” you nodded. 
“But these date only a year ago,” Seonghwa observed. “Did Mr. Jang change his provider or did she only start suspecting foul play?”
“I guess only she could answer that,” you took pictures of all the receipts. “You’ll have to call her as a witness now, right?”
“I suppose, yes. I’ve found some other things too, but it’s better to call her privately and discuss it,” he looked sorry and you told him it was okay. You locked the drawer back and exited the greenhouse, taking a deep breath and turning to Seonghwa. “Do you want to go to my comfort place to get some food? I wanna show you the lake too before we go back.”
Seonghwa agreed- the day had been tense and he wanted to make the atmosphere between you two light again. You took him to the restaurant by the lake where you had some seafood. You walked around, now comfortably joking about stuff and making small talk until you reached the quietest spot around the lake next to the stream.
“I used to come here when I needed to be alone,” you settled down on the grass. “Never thought I’d bring someone here, much less a prosecutor who’s investigating my mother.”
“Please, can you stop joking about that already,” he laughed painfully, settling down next to you. “Tell me what you like about this place.”
“Well,” you looked up at the stars in the sky. “That. The sound of water. The dirt,” you patted the ground. “The peace this place provided. I felt disconnected here, as if I belonged to another world and was simply a visitor here.”
“Interesting,” he looked up as well. “I like the night sky too. Especially the moon. I feel at home here.”
You glanced at him- you’d heard that before, in a dream. You realised you had said the same thing as Persephone too. Seonghwa looked at you cautiously as well, swallowing the questions down but still daring to ask, “Do you dream when you sleep?”
“Don’t we all?” You frowned at how cryptic he sounded.
“I dream of another life sometimes,” Seonghwa decided to play it safe. “I dream that I’m all alone and cold in another world, until someone comes and puts life in me, around me.”
You felt your heart sink- could it be? 
“I dream too,” your voice was quiet. “That I’m misunderstood and confined until someone frees me and takes me to another world where I can make my own choices. Where I can be free and not have to pretend to be someone else.”
Seonghwa and you both stared at each other, each lost as they tried to fit the pieces together. “Have you heard the story of Hades and Persephone, y/n?”
As soon as he said that, you almost lost your balance in disbelief. It couldn’t be a coincidence this time, could it? 
You had one shot. You had to play it right.
“I’ve heard many versions,” you said cautiously and found his puzzled gaze confusing. “But… I believe in the one that I dream of.”
“No way,” Seonghwa breathed, turning to you. “What does the Underworld need?’”
It was impossible, but you found yourself leaning forward and caressing his cheekbone, tangling your fingers in his hair. 
“‘It needs a touch of spring’.”
Seonghwa couldn’t believe his ears. He watched you laugh in disbelief as well. “Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming about Persephone too, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa scoffed, looking up helplessly. “You’ve been dreaming about Hades?”
“I saw you before I ever met you, can you believe that?” You said and he held your hands, squeezing them. “I thought I was crazy.”
“I thought I was crazy- especially when I knew what your mother looked like before I saw her, and then I heard her call you Kore- I couldn’t believe my ears, I- this is unbelievable,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Am I dreaming right now?”
“I don’t think so,” you breathed. “If you’re Hades and I’m Persephone… what are we supposed to do, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa shut his eyes, letting himself relax fully for the first time now that he knew he wasn’t alone. He heard you sniff and opened his eyes, finding your face wet with tears. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I don’t know what to do, Seonghwa,” you let him wipe your tears away. “I missed you. I’ve yearned for you my whole life, and when I saw you that day? I thought I was insane. I don’t know how I managed to hold myself back, but oh, goodness, I feel like I’ve waited an eternity to be with you-”
Seonghwa kissed your lips, taking you by surprise but you kissed back as eagerly as he was, clinging on to each other as if that could wipe the distance of aeons away. He found himself kissing your temple, your forehead, the places he used to kiss the most as Hades, and he let you run your hands through his hair like you always did. You let him get on top of you, not caring if anyone could see- it didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered now, except that you had finally found him.
He broke apart, resting his head at the crook of your neck, kissing your exposed skin lazily and you thought you could dissolve right in the ground. “You need to tell me everything.”
“Well…” you laughed, still finding the whole situation unbelievable. “Shall we find a place to stay the night then? I don’t think we can go back to my house…”
“Let’s go back to Sector 1- you can stay at my place… if you want to.”
“Of course, I don’t mind,” you smiled and decided to waste no more time.
Throughout the bus ride, you shared your stories- the first dream you had, when you had it, how it changed when you met each other. When you got to his place and had a few drinks (and a few kisses), you managed to sketch a timeline.
“So Persephone- or Kore, Demeter’s daughter,” you began, “didn’t know she was a goddess. She thought she was an ordinary flower nymph, but she had something else in her- she could make the flowers… die?”
“Sort of,” Seonghwa agreed. “I think she had anger issues.”
You gave him a look and he grinned. You sighed. “So she might have caused some destruction but Demeter always hid her from the world. That’s an awful lot like my mother. Anyways, one day she was panicking by the lake when Hades found her.”
“He said she called for him,” Seonghwa recalled. “Fitting how we found each other by the lake again, huh?”
You considered that, nodding. “So he offers her his company. Why?”
“He liked that she wasn’t afraid of him,” Seonghwa rubbed his chin. “And he found her powers interesting too.”
“So Persephone calls for him again- or he comes by- did he stalk her? Anyways, they talk a lot and get to know each other. Persephone realises Hades is not the cold monster everyone has made him to be. Hades realises she’s not the good girl she pretends to be.”
“I don’t think he stalked her,” Seonghwa pouted and you laughed. “Even if he did… I didn’t.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “The events are somewhat similar to what’s happening in our lives now, right? You’re still the King slash Grim Reaper of the Underworld. I’m still a floral goddess. So the question is… why are we having these dreams? Are we a part of an experiment? Or is it simply fate playing games with us? Were we really Hades and Persephone in our past lives?”
“Do you remember that dream?” Seonghwa looked at you. “We were powerless and old. When people started forgetting us, we started fading.”
You raised a brow at how he was now referring to the entities as yourselves. “And then we made a promise to stay by each other’s side, and-”
“And made a wish. What was the wish, y/n?”
You felt as if you’d been dumped with cold water. “To be reincarnated as mortal lovers.”
Seonghwa smiled, “I don’t think we have to think too much then. We got what we wished for, it seems.”
You caressed his hand. “Do you think we only met each other because we’re Hades and Persephone?”
“I don’t care about that, but one thing I know for sure,” he looked into your eyes, eager to erase any doubts you had. “I fell for you in this life because of who you are today. I don’t care if we’re Hades and Persephone, if we’re meant to be or whatever. I know for sure that I would have liked you even if we were not.”
“Gosh, you say that but you’re still as cringy as Hades,” you laughed, making him groan. You scooted closer to him on the couch, letting your hand travel to the nape of his neck. “Well … I like you for just you too. I like Prosecutor Park Seonghwa. I wanted to be sure that the old feelings weren’t messing with me, but you’re right. We’re really meant to be if we like each other for who we are today.”
“But you know what I like better?” Seonghwa’s gaze was hot as he traced your lips. “I know you- not the basics, but I know in my heart what you like,” he let his hands travel down the curve of your neck, satisfied when you shivered involuntarily. “And I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time.”
He took your lips in a kiss, swiping his tongue along them and you immediately opened up for him, letting his tongue explore your mouth, the memories of it tugging at the back of your mind. You positioned yourself on top of him, arms around his neck, his hands on your waist as he kissed you passionately and you let your hips roll once, making him groan into the kiss and break apart.
“You’re not the only one,” you said and Seonghwa sucked in his breath at how dark your gaze was. “I remember it all too well. You were the King of the Underworld, and I was your Queen. This-” you looked down at your bodies. “This was my throne. You were cold and mysterious to the world, but for me, you were vulnerable and warm,” you smiled, curling your hands in his hair and leaning in to whisper in his ear-
“And I liked your hair longer.”
Seonghwa laughed deeply at that, shaking his head and letting you pepper kisses where he liked- along his jaw, on his nose, and then on his lips, which quickly turned heated, extra layers of clothes off and bodies as close as possible. Every brush of the skin and every kiss felt heightened, now that you both remembered what you had found and what you had lost. And there was no hesitation in your actions now. You had never been more sure about anything.
He was the one for you.
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“I can’t believe you could suspect me of something like this,” your mother glared at you and you felt heat creep up your cheeks but Seonghwa’s hand on your thigh made you feel better.
“She’s not suspecting you, ma’am. She’s just trying to keep you safe,” Seonghwa’s tone was hard and you felt a bit proud of how he was standing up for you despite panicking earlier because he was very scared of your mother- he had the memories of Demeter to blame. 
Seonghwa had allowed you to call your mother to your cafe for a private discussion first, now that he had conclusive evidence- but he wasn’t telling you right now, insisting he needed to hear your mother’s statement as well. You were thankful for that and he told you it was the least he could do for you. 
“I’m doing this for your sake, whether you believe it or not,” you sighed. “You just need to tell me if you really know what Mr. Jang and the others are doing with the Middlemist Blue.”
“He’s always been interested in flowers,” your mother replied, tucking her hair back in her bun. “So when he showed interest in that rare flower and offered a high price for me to reproduce it, I didn’t suspect anything. I would have done that sooner or later anyway.”
“But did you know that the Middlemist Blue can be used as a hallucinogen?” 
“Not at all,” she shook her head firmly. “I didn’t, until… until a year ago when I heard something suspicious- Mr. Jang was talking to his friend, saying something about a flower that makes him see another world. I overheard him talk about how he needed to find another source for the flower too. That’s when I started to keep the receipts- he found out that I suspected him and threatened me, but I was smarter. I told him if something happened to me… my daughter would expose the details to the world.”
You frowned. “Your plan was good but I had no idea- you never told me anything.”
“I didn’t know how to, and I didn’t want to involve you in something dangerous,” she pursed her lips. “They could have hurt you.”
You bit your lips as you thought. “So that’s it? You’ve been keeping track of his receipts?”
“I was trying to find a way to get out of this mess, but then I saw you,” she looked at Seonghwa and he straightened. “Prosecutor Park Seonghwa. I wondered why he sounded familiar.”
You and Seonghwa looked at each other. Seonghwa asked, “Why?”
“You were investigating the case,” she scoffed in amusement. “And you were by my daughter’s side. I thought you approached her because you were suspecting me. Is that true?”
“Of course not,” Seonghwa said before you could. “We have mutual friends. We met each other by chance.”
“Whatever you say,” she shrugged. “Are you done interrogating me?”
Seonghwa took a deep breath. “I’ll provide witness protection to you- you can stop providing Mr. Jang with the flowers now. I know you weren’t directly involved, I just needed to hear it from you. I do have to ask you, though… how do you know Mr. Ahn?”
Your mother tensed at that. “What’s that got to do with any of this?”
You frowned at the sudden change of her tone and Seonghwa looked at you before saying, “Mr. Ahn of KQ Pharmaceutical frequents your place a lot, doesn’t he?”
“What has my private life got to do with this case?” She practically seethed and you raised a brow in realisation.
“Don’t tell me you’re dating him?” You scoffed. “I knew you were seeing someone, I just didn’t realise who… wait-” you looked at Seonghwa. “Mr. Ahn of KQ Pharmaceuticals?”
“Thank you for cooperating, ma’am,” Seonghwa got up and bowed. “I think you should also stop seeing Mr. Ahn for a while. I’ll be issuing an arrest warrant for him tonight.”
Your mother gasped in realisation and you stood confused, wondering just what was going on. However, she stood up and straightened after a moment. “I should have known. No one’s interested in a mere florist- not a man of his standing.”
“Don’t be too disappointed- not everyone is like that,” Seonghwa had a faint smile as he took your hand and caressed it, making you jump- you hadn’t told your mother anything about Seonghwa yet, and she was quick to notice. She only smiled knowingly. 
“I’ll catch up with her later, but you-” she pointed a finger at Seonghwa, sighing. “You better do a good job at catching those assholes, and my daughter better not get hurt.”
“I’ll make sure of that,” Seonghwa nodded.
“Can I have a moment with you, Kore?” She asked and you nodded, going outside with her. She sighed deeply, looking at you with fondness, which was rare, but perhaps this time, you had earned it. 
“I would have scolded you but… I’m glad he’s smart,” she grinned and you laughed nervously as well. She patted your cheek. “Come visit me soon. I’ll have no company now.”
“I’m sorry about Mr. Ahn…” you hesitated but she rolled her eyes.
“I should have known better-”
“No. You couldn’t have guessed,” you assured her, patting her arm awkwardly. “It’s okay. You should come by more often too. Wooyoung’s mother misses you. You and Siyeon’s mother should all hang out or something.”
“Open this place soon then,” she said. “We’ll gather here.”
You watched her leave until Seonghwa came by your side. “I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, but… I had to respect her privacy too.”
“You did the right thing,” you nodded. “I’m not sure how Mr. Ahn is involved.”
“I don’t know whether he really likes your mother or he used her, but… the company that’s been creating the drug is his too. He set it up to put his rivals behind bars- he purposely disturbed the peace. He pretended to be fazed by the loss when Dr. Kwon of Wonderland Hospital Sector 1 stopped using his products, and he used that to create a drug scandal, tempt the people of power with the drug and then put them behind bars. He must have felt like a god, using everyone like that in his game.”
“Wow… that’s a lot,” you whistled. “How did you find that out?”
“Mr. Jang and I struck a deal,” he smirked and you gasped in realisation. “We decided to help each other out a little. When I told him there was a possibility that Dr. Ahn was behind all of this, he was all ears. I’ll have to cut him some slack though, where I can.”
“Wicked,” you grinned. “So what’s next?”
“I’ll be prosecuting Mr. Ahn… and he better have the best lawyer in Wonderland to defend him,” Seonghwa smiled. “He can’t get out of this now.”
“It’s going to be over soon, huh?” You wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m glad it’s over, Seonghwa.”
“Me too,” he sighed. “It’ll take a few weeks and I’ll be busy but… when I’m free from all of this, do you want to go to the beach?”
“You have to make it to the cafe opening first,” you laughed. “It’s next Saturday, you haven’t forgotten, right?”
“Of course not,” he kissed your lips. “I’ll be there.”
He was there, as promised, when you opened the cafe officially. You and Wooyoung felt proud when all your friends and family arrived, admiring the floral exterior with flowers for sale as well, Hongjoong’s soundtrack running in the background, the vintage theme going along with the whole vibe. The first day was as busy as it could have gotten, especially when your friends brought their coworkers and colleagues and a famous blogger came as well. Wooyoung was excellent in the kitchen, working well with the team he’d hired, and you stood as a cashier for the day shift, greeting everyone and giving away flowers, making sure everything was okay.
Siyeon came at night again with the mothers, and when your mother gave you an approving wink, you felt like you had finally done something good to please her. Wooyoung noted that, joining the mothers at the table himself and Siyeon pouted because even her mother loved him. You called Siyeon to where you were standing at the counter.
“If you don’t tell him that he looks hot in the apron or whatever, then I will, because I know that’s what you’re thinking,” you poked her stomach and she glared at you. “Come on. Even I’m dating now. I didn’t realise you were such a coward.”
“He doesn’t like me like that-”
“Trust me, he does. He can’t stop glancing at you whenever you’re around. And he even took you to his apartment to make you taste his dishes! He never does that!”
“That’s only because I have superior taste buds-”
“Shut up, and I better see you both together tonight,” you announced and she muttered curses under her breath which you ignored. At that moment, Wooyoung passed by you two, casually patting Siyeon’s back and you wiggled your brows at her. Wooyoung went into the kitchen and while you two were teasing each other, he came out and told you he was almost out of ingredients, so you should close the cafe for the day- it was almost 10 anyway.
“The first day was a success, right?” You asked and he squeezed your hand.
“Huge success. We did it,” he grinned and you grinned back, going to change the sign on the door and watching Siyeon compliment something. You went outside for air.
You inhaled deeply, feeling a sense of achievement having announced the cafe closed, however… Seonghwa was very late. You wondered where he was-
“Are you not going to let me in?” He came in front of you out of nowhere and you blinked. 
“You’re late!” You pouted. 
“I know, just got held back at the court, but… I bought you something to make up for it.” He took out a box and you narrowed your eyes before you opened it.
“Oh goodness, you really are worse than Hades,” you laughed, making him grin. “Couple rings?”
“Aren’t people into this these days?” He took out your ring, taking your hand and looking at you for permission before sliding it in. You admired the silver band.
“Maybe. I love it, Seonghwa. I really do.”
“Come here,” he hugged you, swaying you back and forth and you got lost in it until Seonghwa paused. “We might have… an audience.”
“Oh, fuck,” you muttered and he snorted as you broke the hug and looked back at not only Siyeon and Wooyoung but also their mothers and your mother watching you both with silly grins plastered on their faces. You waved at them awkwardly.
“Let’s get inside,” he laughed. “I need some coffee.”
“I’ll be right in after a minute,” you said and he kissed your temple, nodding and going inside. You watched him bark orders to Wooyoung who put him in a chokehold, making everyone laugh. You smiled to yourself- with your loved ones enjoying together, it really couldn’t get any better.
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Being with Seonghwa now that you both realised that this was not your first life together was a whole different experience. 
You had never envisioned yourself to be with someone who cared so much about you, for starters. You never thought you could meet someone who would understand you even when you didn’t explain, or know what you wanted even when you were not vocal about it. You sometimes found yourself wondering if he was real and you weren’t dreaming, but he was very real, and he was nothing like you had imagined- in the best way possible.
You had to come to terms with the fact that you were indeed living a second life. You spent a lot of days wondering what that meant. You wondered why you remembered it. You would have thought it was insane had you not correlated everything with Seonghwa- who also thought he was going crazy before he talked to you about it that day in your hometown. It was absurd, how you both found each other again, but it was starting to make sense. 
Most of all, you thought about the past. You thought about your life as Persephone- you didn’t have all the memories, of course. Only bits and fragments, and sometimes you’d see a dream that would play out similarly in your present life too. You thought about your mother who still had a similar nature as Demeter, though you were now working out on your differences more. You thought about Hestia and wondered who she was- was she a part of your present life too? She had fulfilled your last wish, after all. You would like to see who she was today, if she was still alive in some sense.
You thought about yourself- the flower goddess who was also the Queen of the Underworld, who could bring the dead to life but also suck the life out of anything alive. You read more about the story on Persephone but found a lot of contradictions and decided to not search anymore, instead letting the truth unfold in your dreams.
You also thought a lot about Hades. Of the cold and mysterious King of the Dead, ruler of the Underworld, who somehow turned out to be the warmest person you knew. He was strong and powerful but he needed you. And that made you feel proud, in a sense. He believed in you and he proved to be right when he thought you could bring life to the Underworld. He loved you like no one else and devoted himself to you.
Perhaps, Seonghwa thought about those things too. He probably did- and you two had made a promise to share whatever dream you’d have of that life, though you found out after a few days that whenever you dreamed, it was together. You couldn’t believe the coincidence and thought you really were meant to be. So you promised instead to not let the events of that life interfere in your present life- after all, that was another time, another world, perhaps. 
That didn’t mean Seonghwa and you didn’t use it to your advantage. You knew what his favourite flowers were, what he liked, how he approached things. He knew that about you too- when to give you space, when to hold you, when to tease you-
“You’re smiling like a fool,” Seonghwa’s lips brushed your ears as he whispered, and you leaned into his touch, digging your feet in the sand as the waves brushed them.
“Just thinking,” you muttered, caressing his arms that were slung around you and shifting in his lap.
“About?”
“Do you wonder where we would be if we didn’t meet each other that day?” You asked, squinting your eyes when the cloud passed by and a ray of sunshine hit the ground.
“Hmm… I do wonder but I get scared at the thought that you could have seriously gotten hurt that day.”
“But I didn’t,” you grinned and he kissed your cheek. 
“We would have met later- it was inevitable if you think about it,” Seonghwa nodded slowly. “We also could have met way before if that fool Wooyoung would have introduced us earlier-”
You laughed. “It’s not his fault. Who would have guessed we could be a thing?”
Seonghwa smiled at that. “Yeah, we have to give him some credit. If we didn’t have a mutual friend, we might not have met after the police station when you came for the witness statement.”
“Well, we might have encountered each other again,” you thought about it. “And we would have texted each other casually or something.”
“True,” Seonghwa nodded. 
“We could have met later, and you could have been dating someone else,” you sighed deeply, making him snicker. “Have you dated before though?”
“It never worked past a few weeks,” he admitted. “I always thought something was missing with the others.”
“But,” you shifted in his lap to face him. “We might have been interested in someone else if it wasn’t for our dreams and coincidences-”
“But that’s not why I was attracted to you now,” he pointed out. “I ignored the dreams- but you look like you’re interested in me because of them,” he narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps you should try dating someone else.”
“Please,” you scoffed. “I thought you were hot the minute I saw you. I would have tried to find you one way or another.”
Seonghwa raised a brow. “Is that what you think?”
You nodded eagerly and he laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re too much.”
“Come on,” you poked his chest. “Be candid about this.”
“You want me to be candid about this?” He asked, his gaze changing as he shifted his position, making you lie down on the sand and getting on top of you. He licked his lips as he traced the outline of your face. “I think I would have used any excuse to meet you again- in fact, I knew what I was doing when I got your number the day we met… at least I like to think that I did.”
You laughed at that. “You had no idea back then, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll admit I only got your number because I needed you to come to the station later,” he said. “But… I would have definitely texted you again.”
“So you liked me first, huh?” You teased.
“Well…” he kissed your jaw, letting his lips trail down. “Does it matter?” He kissed your collarbone and you squirmed a bit but he pinned your wrists down and you giggled when the waves crashed and got you wet. “I like where we are now. Do you?”
“Hmm.. kind of, except the sand is getting in my hair,” you sighed loudly and he laughed, kissing your lips. 
“That’s what I like about you,” he shook his head, pecking your lips again. “You’re the most ridiculous and unexpected person in my life.”
“Wow, I’m so flattered,” you pushed him away successfully, kicking his leg before rolling away from him while he grinned. “You’re also the most annoying person in my life. I thought Wooyoung would hold that title forever, but he has some serious competition now.”
“Please,” he scoffed. “You love me.”
You stifled your smile. “I do. What about it?”
He matched your gaze for a few seconds before he hid his face in his hands and you laughed, crawling to him. “What’s the matter?”
You knew what was- he was feeling overwhelmed, just like you did whenever he told you that he loved you. You hugged him tight, kissing his temple and making him look at you.
“I love you, Park Seonghwa. Look me in the eyes when I say it.”
He did and then he captured your lips in a heated kiss, making you arch back, continuing to kiss you and tease you as you lay back down and you thought you couldn’t be anywhere else right now. 
He was there, with you, and it felt like you had another eternity to be with him.
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martiniluvr · 28 days
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18+ minors dni
warnings: lil bit of voyeurism 🤏
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you haven’t seen jason todd in almost three days, and he hasn’t fucked you in twice as long; you know it’s not up to him when duty calls, but you’re starting to lose your patience. nevertheless, you’re not one to sit around and mope—you’ve decided to make the best out of a bad situation and practice a little self-care, putting to use the dainty pink vibrator you ordered for nights just like this.
your back arches off the mattress at the steady pulsations on your clit, and you bite your lip as an orgasm starts to build deep in your abdomen. you need something more to get you there, so you turn to your mental catalogue of fantasies and memories of jason. after all, with a boyfriend like him, who needs something as pedestrian as porn? you settle on a new idea—something you and he haven’t tried before—and feel a smile spreading on your face.
you imagine jason sitting across from you on the bed, his legs splayed out between yours as he watches you pleasure yourself. you think about the way his green eyes would roam your half-naked body, and the words he’d say as you tease yourself. fuck, look at that pretty pussy. you gonna show me what you do when I’m not here? c’mon, put on a show for me, ma.
you imagine him stroking himself to the sight of you, his fist moving slowly along his hard cock, and you let out a whine. you picture his eyes trained on your wet cunt as he pumps himself faster, and you moan again as your walls clench harshly. jason’s voice continues to echo in your head as you insert a digit into your tight entrance; feels good, huh? you like showin’ off, don’t you, princess? look at you, spreadin’ for me like this. you visualise his parted lips and lust-blown pupils as he stares. cum for me, baby, c’mon.
you whimper at the thought of his furrowed brows and contracting abdomen as he chases his own release, his fist working his sensitive tip while his eyes take in the way you fuck yourself. your legs widen as your climax draws near, and you dial up the speed one more time, your hips bucking against your vibrator. with a lewd cry of his name, your orgasm pulses through you, fluids leaking onto your hand as you cum hard around your finger.
your chest heaves as you switch off the vibrator and drop it somewhere in the sheets, your other hand spreading your release over your tender pussy. your heartbeat pounds in your ears, and you let out a contented sigh, still absently teasing yourself.
you’re so dazed that you barely hear your bedroom door click shut.
“finished already?” shit.
“jay!” you gasp. heat pools in your cheeks as you sit up, your legs clasping shut. fuck, how long has he been there? he steps close to the bed, the dim lamplight catching his features; by the smug expression on his face, you know he’s seen more than enough.
“don’t get shy on me now,” jason coos, his tone cocky. he drops his red hood mask onto the floor with a thud, stepping toward you as his eyes rake over you hungrily. he towers over your frame, and you take note of the prominent bulge in his pants. “c’mon, ma,” he coaxes with a wicked grin. “why don’t you show me that again?”
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okay but i need the idea of graves & his gf hooking up at his childhood home/bedroom while they're there for the holidays or some other kind of family function but he's telling her to be quiet the entire time bc she's being 2 damn loud! more than i need air & water <3
(fem!afab!reader, mdni 18+)
graves is nasty, graves knows how to play it up with your family while trying to make one with you
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"quiet, baby girl," he shushes you while moving hair away from your forehead. he gives you a tender kiss right where his palm moved over you, kisses that crease between your brows away. what a stark contrast to how mean he fucks you. his hips slap against yours in some kind of wet clapping from how deep he shoves his dick into your pussy. "can't go letting everyone know what we're up to, yeah?"
you're sprawled out against the guest bed, which used to be phillip's before he moved out. he'd been showing you around his parent's house during your weekend stay and decided to quickly put your things away before dinner. but here you are currently being fucked into oblivion. he doesn't have the decency to try to quiet you with a hand over your mouth or by kissing you away. i mean, with that smug grin on his face it'd be kind of hard for kissing.
"phil," you whine at him, complaining at how he's putting you through this much torture and pleasure. he's stuffing you good, but with his parents downstairs this isn't the greatest situation to be in. "god, phil. we're gonna get caught."
"we are if y'keep makin' those kinds of sounds, sweetheart," he says with a light chuckle. fuck, he doesn't even sound phased either. you let out a small, high pitched moan with how he keeps thrusting into you. feigning pity on you, he pulls out and lightly starts tapping the head of his cock against your clit. "poor girl, y'can't handle it, can you? need me to stop?"
this is how you know you're trapped, fucked over, completely tarnished by this man and he knows it. he sees the pout on your lips and lets out a huff of amusement. taps his cock against your pussy a couple times more then starts sliding it between your folds.
"fuck," you whisper out and watch as his veiny cock drags against you. "you're a bad influence, phillip graves."
"oh, come on, now. full namin' me, are you? mrs. graves," he taunts you but takes your statement as submission to him. he slides back in and you squeeze at his hips between your thighs. it doesn't hurt him in the slightest no matter how hard you squeeze. can't even squeeze that hard anyways because of how he changes the angle of his hips so he can drag it just barely against your gspot. your legs shake from his teasing but your pussy clenches anyways.
all that teasing is adding up and you know once he starts actually hitting it then it's over for you. "phil," you grunt out. "phil, c'mon. hurry up. don't wanna get caught."
"make it sound like we're screwin' 'around like teenagers, doll." he falls onto his elbows so he can focus on just moving his hips. his hair falls in front of his eyes from how mussed up it is. his dick twitches against your gspot and you let out a whimper. he swears under his breath and decides that he wants to hear more. "we're not, sweetheart. i'm fuckin' my wife like a good husband does."
"oh god, phil. fuckin' me so good."
"hell yeah i am. cum f'me, sweetheart."
he starts plunging deep into your pussy, as if the squeezing of it makes him frustrated he can't stuff his fat dick in there. keeps forcing his way in and locks onto that one spongy spot in you that gets you even tighter. you reach in between you to rub at your clit to get you to cum faster. as much as you enjoy phillip's dick and getting railed into the mattress, you enjoy having a not awkward relationship with your in-laws for them hearing how good of a dicking down you're getting.
speaking of, you hear a sudden knocking at the door. phillip shoves a hand over your mouth and stills his hips so that he's deep inside of you. nearly feel like he's trying to prod against your cervix with how deep he's in. feels so good even if he's stopped moving inside of you. your pussy makes up for it by massaging at his dick so that it keeps twitching as he tries to keep his cool.
"ah, shit," he mutters.
"hey, you two. dinner's ready, soon," phillip's mom calls through the door. you widen your eyes at the man still above and inside you. he sees the look of panic and grinds into you teasingly, making sure to catch your clit against the hairs leading to his dick.
"comin', ma!" he answers for the two of you, evidently not as fucked out and delirious as you.
the thought of getting caught makes you grip at his wrists and he easily moves to pin your hands over your head. even though only a door separates you, the look in phillip's eyes turns you on. he wears a shit eating grin when he feels you squirming under him. he gives you another hard grind and you let out a long whine, easily concealed by his hand. you aren't sure how, but his smirk gets even worse.
you're pretty sure that his mom's walked away at this point. either she was satisfied with that answer or she knew what was going on. either way, you didn't hear it. because:
"you came," he gloats over you. "got another one in for me?"
"phil!" you chide him and try to push him off of you. but he's still got you pinned down by your wrists and his hips flush against yours.
"what's the hurry, doll?" he starts to thrust in and out of you again in steady thrusts. "after all, we told her that we're cumming. right?"
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Eddie Munson x Cosplayer!Fem!Reader
18+ MDNI sexual tension and possible smutty filthy part 2 for this
I just needed to show my nerdyness with all of you and I can assure you that Eddie would get fixated with a cosplayer, and much more if she dresses of the stuff he likes.
I will link pictures of the stuff I mention that you people might not know of, but I put descriptive information to the outfits and cosplays.
Plot: Eddie hates conventions, never went to one even, but a certain cosplayer changes his idea of it.
remember to reblog pls thank u.
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Cosplay for me
Eddie Munson was never a person to go to conventions.
He never went to one before, in his life. He was never interested in them, but it was because he believed it was too crowded and he was told many times that there is always a putrid smell from sweat. Of course, there’s also memes about it online, so he always thought conventions were dirty, and he decided to never go to one.
That is until Mike Wheeler falls sick and Dustin has an extra ticket for Indiana Comic-Con. Dustin knew there was absolutely no chance with Steve, and Mike was the only one of the bunch that had his license. Eddie always cursed at Dustin for not having a driving license at the ripe age of 18, but the younger man always says he doesn’t really like the idea of driving. 
So he makes everyone chaperone him around.
That’s why Eddie was now in line to go into the building with a very excited Dustin Henderson next to him.
“There’s so much DnD stuff in here Eddie… There are limited editions of stuff too, like figurines with lots of discounts on anything you like!” Eddie just rolls his eyes at his friend, wanting anything but to look at stuff in the stands. 
“You told me that already…” He looked around to see the different types of crowds. You had kids, adults, teenagers and even elderly. He was surprised to see a couple dressed up as Leia and Han Solo and that’s when he noticed the amount of cosplayers that were there. Some of them you could guess it was their first one, and some were extremely detailed, surprising Eddie completely. 
When they finally got inside, Eddie tilted his head with confusion as he thought everything was going to be crowded, but it was very spacious and there were many areas of the different stands, people actually having some respect to not push through to look at stuff. He looked at Dustin who was mesmerized as he looked all around and then his eyes widened as he spotted the sponsor he wanted to show Eddie.
“Look Eds!” Eddie looked at where Dustin was pointing at and his eyes widened as he looked at the stand that was filled with DnD figurines, dice, boards, and everything you could possibly get for the game to be even more thrilling. He was magnetized towards it and he had to hold himself back as he looked all over the merchandise. He settled for a squishy 20 dice that looked cool with all the red and black swirls and then for a resin one that had liquid inside and a moving ball with sparkles in the middle.
“Fucking sick…” Dustin smiled at his friend as they kept walking to the other stands. Eddie was not that excited for the rest of the things his younger friend was showing him, but he couldn’t deny that the small businesses made stuff that official merchandise doesn’t have. He looked towards the Netflix sponsor that was in the crowdest part of the building, frowning at it.
“What are you looking at?” Dustin asked as he followed Eddie’s gaze to see what he was staring at.
“I don’t know, something about a new show being aired soon. Didn’t catch its name. Something about things.” He shrugged as he kept walking and Dustin followed right behind. The next part Dustin was excited to see was the gaming area. 
Eddie didn’t have enough money to get a nice gaming pc, but it was decent enough, so he didn’t mind going into that area to look at the new releases and the many components you could buy for your PC. His eyes caught onto a large mousepad that had the eye of Sauron in the middle of it and he didn’t even hesitate when he purchased it. Dustin bought a new gaming mouse for himself and they left the area contently.
“You still hate conventions?” Dustin asks with a wiggle of eyebrows as they head outside for Eddie to have a smoke. The metalhead rolls his eyes as he puts down his bags to get a cigarette in between his lips and light it up, blowing the smoke into the open air.
“It does smell weird Dustin… One time is enough for me.” Eddie says and Dustin could only sigh at how hopeless his friend was. He really thought Eddie would like going to a convention with him because Eddie was into all of this stuff. 
“Really? Nothing appealed to you?”
“It’s the same sh–” And his eyes caught sight of something white that was walking through the crowd. His heart got caught in his throat as he saw the most beautiful thing he’s seen this whole day and nothing could beat it. The long white hair falling down her back, the elf ears picking out of it on the sides, the elf silver crown over her head, the white dress falling down her body as she kept walking.
Galadriel. From Lord of The Rings.
“Eddie?” Dustin followed his gaze until it finally landed on the Galadriel cosplayer, making him smile proudly. “Oh, that’s actually a famous cosplayer.” 
“What?” Eddie snaps his head towards Dustin and the younger boy keeps nodding and he finally says your real name. 
“She is very good with her fantasy themed cosplays. Here, I’ll give you her instagram.” Eddie didn’t even doubt it for a second as he handed Dustin his phone in order to look you up. His eyes bulged out of his skull as he browsed over your profile. 
There were armor cosplays, DnD cosplays, Legend of Zelda cosplays, some a little more explicit than the others, but it wasn’t bad. He gulped as he stared at one of your League of Legends cosplay. You were dressed as Miss Fortune, and your cleavage was making your breasts really pop out from the edges. He was almost drooling and he remembered he was with Dustin, hitting the follow button and remembering to keep stalking your profile later on. 
You were taking pictures with people and Eddie noticed how you were acting exactly like the character you were cosplaying as. Graceful and calm. Dustin laughed when a group of men, dressed as hobbits, ran over to you to take a picture and Eddie couldn’t help but smile as you all stood in character for the picture. He was amazed at the dedication which was even more than just putting a costume on. 
“Does she always go to conventions?” Eddie asks his friend and Dustin caught onto it, knowing Eddie had finally found something that interests him in the event. 
“She’s always invited. I said she was famous. She has a stand most likely if you want to go meet her and get a picture…” Dustin tries and Eddie immediately shakes his head, taking a puff out of his cigarette. 
“Nah, I’m good.”
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He probably spent a good hour stalking all of your photoshoot pictures when he got home. 
He noticed that you also cosplayed stuff from many games and movies, and he almost died when he saw you in a Tomb Raider costume. You had over 52k followers on Instagram, and now he understood why Dustin said you were famous. You were a Cosplay Influencer, but you seemed genuine in your stories, and he couldn’t help but smile as you reposted many stories of people that took a picture with you as Galadriel. 
He kind of cursed at himself for not being able to be brave enough to get a picture with you. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Dustin… Though he kind of knew that his younger friend realized that he had hearts eyes for you the moment you walked out in the court. 
He wondered if he would ever have the chance to meet you, maybe even help you in a way. That’s when he saw the donation button in your Instagram page. It said that you were grateful for everyone’s collaboration and that every penny goes into her cosplays and into the fundraiser for Kids with Epilepsy she donates to. Eddie wondered if that was indeed true, because many influencers lie about that stuff.
For some reason though, he really did believe you had a kind soul.
So he donated what he could afford, which was only five dollars– but it was something.
He didn’t have to wonder if you were a kind soul for long. There was an Anime Convention being held in a couple of weeks, and you posted in your feed that you were invited and was going to have a stand to sell prints of your pictures and get to know everyone that wanted to take a picture with her. 
It was a coincidence that Dustin had another free ticket this time saying that he thought Mike liked anime, but it turns out that he didn’t and now he didn’t know what to do with that extra ticket. Eddie wasn’t going to pass the chance and took it without a second thought in mind.
He wasn’t a fan of anime, but the amount of ass and tits that he saw as he entered the building was insane. He knew there were very explicit animes out there, but what he didn’t know was that people dared to cosplay them in public. He almost wanted to cover Dustin’s eyes, often forgetting that his friend is no longer fourteen years old. 
“Holy fuck…” Eddie mumbles out as his eyes went from breasts, to asses, to another pair of breasts–
“Yeah, this is what you’ve been missing out on all these years. I told Steve to come so many times because trust me, I know he would love it.” Dustin chuckles as Eddie follows suit. He knew that Steve was a flirt, and yes, he was stupid for saying no to Dustin. Screw him now because Eddie was the one to always second Dustin to conventions now.
“I don’t know anything about what they’re dressed as…” He points at a few girls that are dressed with very tiny strings and underwear with a lot of plastic armor around them. “But fuck that’s hot.”
“That’s Kill la Kill.” 
“Dustin… I don’t care…” Dustin couldn’t help but laugh, nodding at Eddie to keep moving. He kept walking as his eyes couldn’t stop looking all over the place, not looking at where he was going, only for him to run into someone, plastic crashing onto his chin as he yelped in pain and stepped back in order to hold it. 
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” A muffled voice says, and he looks at the person he ran into, only to see a girl dressed in a black tight motorbike suit that fits her body like a glove. The zipper on her chest was pulled down slightly for her cleavage to show and he almost kept his stare there, but he snapped out as the girl moved and his eyes looked up to see her wearing a yellow cat bike helmet, a very black visor at front and the cat ears pointing up. Eddie can pretty much guess that’s what hit his chin.
“Yeah, don’t– Don’t worry about it.” Dustin immediately got in between them both and handed his phone to Eddie.
“Holy shit, your Celty cosplay is so perfect! Can I have a picture with you?” A muffled giggle was heard behind the helmet and she nodded. Eddie got the camera app out on Dustin’s phone as the girl and him got in position for the picture and Eddie almost laughed at how Dustin was taking his tongue out as she poked his cheek with her black latex glove. Eddie took the picture and handed the phone to Dustin.
“Thank you! And sorry again pretty boy!” She says to Eddie and he was taken aback by how straightforward she was as she skipped away. 
“I love that character, and her cosplay was fucking spot on.” Dustin looked at the picture with a smile to his face and put his phone back into his pocket. Eddie believed that taking pictures with cosplayers that were just minding their own business as they walked was a little bit embarrassing, but they didn’t seem to mind, but kind of seemed delighted by it. Dustin explained to him that cosplayers don’t have to be bothered if seen eating or resting, or if you see them heading for a bathroom. 
Eddie nodded in acknowledgement at that as they kept walking, and he watched Dustin purchase many figurines from animes he liked, and Eddie wasn’t going to lie but there was a particular figure he found interest in. It was a demon looking guy with big black wings, an apple in one hand and he was hunched over.
“Who’s this?”
“That’s Ryuk, he’s from Death Note. I told you to watch that one, you will like it.” Eddie hums in approval, and he acknowledges Dustin’s recommendation noting to watch that later. 
When he finally reaches the cosplayer gallery… His jaw almost drops to the floor. 
There stood that Celty cosplay girl only this time, her helmet was off. 
You were smiling as you signed pictures of yourself as people purchased them from your stand. He cursed at himself for not knowing it was you the person he ran into an hour ago because if he knew, he would have gotten a picture with you as well. 
“Wanna go say hi to her?” Dustin asks as he smirks up at his friend and Eddie just scoffs, shaking his head.
“No. She is just your typical internet influencer, asking for donations for–” He blinked in surprise when he saw a few people walking over to you with shirts that said something in the back. You were smiling wildly as you excitedly talked to all of them. All of these people were grown adults, a few elderly ones, and when he squinted his eyes he could see what the shirts said in the back.
‘Epilepsy Foundation’
They were all purchasing prints for you as you tried to decline it, not wanting these people to buy stuff from you as you shook your head. They all still purchased a picture for you, and then when they all got together for a picture that another cosplayer helped take for all of you, he saw these people with bands over their foreheads that said your name. Eddie’s heart warmed immediately as he saw you wiping a tear away as these people clapped for you. There wasn’t a camera on sight to catch that moment, making it more intimate and more genuine.
“Dustin… I think I fell in love.”
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Eddie became a fan.
He knew it and he didn’t care. You were kind, amazing, beautiful and selfless. He was waiting for the next convention to happen in town knowing there were a few ones that were small, just for the people around the area. He also donated any time he could, even if it were two dollars, or three, maybe sometimes ten, but it was always something. 
He was now laying on his bed, scrolling through tik tok and that’s when he got the notification of you going live on Instagram. His eyes almost bulged out of his skull and he immediately, desperately, pressed onto the notification, directing it straight to your live. He almost sighed out in happiness as he saw your face coming onto the screen. There was little to nothing of makeup on your face and he was just mesmerized as you greeted everyone.
He deliberated if to say hi to you or not. He gulped as he typed out a small ‘Hey’ and a smiley face which made him cringe and delete it. Would it be too cold? He wasn’t believing that you would see it anyways, so he just sent it like that. You were still greeting people and your eyes perked up suddenly.
“Oh, hi Eddie! Thank you for donating all this time, I am grateful for that!” 
He couldn’t believe it as he quickly sat up on his bed. His heart was in his throat as he stared at the screen completely speechless. You acknowledged him. You noticed his username is the same one he uses for the donation app. You know about him and… Fuck did he have cringey photos in his instagram feed? He knows he has one with Steve and then one with Dustin but he doesn’t know if–
What makes him think you stalked his instagram page? He shook his head at the thought and took a deep breath in as he typed in another message. You were talking about your upcoming events and he pressed send to his message.
‘Hopefully I have the balls to ask for your picture this time.’
Another message he doesn’t think you will see with over five hundred people watching your live, and that thought was proved wrong once more when you giggled as you fake gasped with a hand over your chest.
“Am I that scary? Also, how’s your chin?” 
Eddie’s jaw fell open, instantly. Holy fucking shit. Holy flying fuck. You remembered him. You remembered him from when he ran into you with Dustin a month ago… You stalked his instagram profile. You did. You obviously fucking did. It seems that you noticed your mistake because he saw how your face flushed as you tried changing subject back to the next event you will be attending. 
He was speechless right now. He was sure that there were many people donating hundreds, way more money than he was able to give out, yet you noticed him for some reason? What does it mean? Why does he feel hopeful? What for? He gulped as he looked at the screen, and confidence rose up in his chest as he wrote the following message.
‘You forgot to kiss it better.’
And his confidence only grew when you responded to him again with a smile to your face.
“Well, remind me of that at the next con.”
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He was pissed. 
He was extremely pissed. 
He was being dragged here and there at the convention because it wasn’t just Dustin this time. Mike and Will came along and he didn’t want to leave them alone because they were acting like little kids all over again, going from stand to stand, from game to game, and all Eddie wanted to do was to rush towards the Cosplayer Alley to be able to meet you. 
“I am hungry.” Mike voices out as he doesn’t even ask for the group’s approval as he walks out to the food court that was outside. Eddie groans heavily as his anger just keeps raising up, and he gets the cigarettes out of his pocket and tells Dustin to just stay put at the hot dog stand. He walked away from the tables people were sitting at eating just to be respectful for the smoke and then, when he was about to light up his cigarette, a small voice was heard from behind him.
“Hey… Can I have a smoke?” 
He turned around to clash eyes with colored lenses that were in a blue tone. White hair dripped down again, but this time a half braid was around the head and towards the back. A white dress that had black dragon wings at the torso that held a white cape over her shoulders. 
“Well shit, I can’t believe Daenerys Targaryen is asking for a smoke.” Eddie was surprised he could make a joke as you finally giggle, a smile spreading over your lips, walking closer to him. His hands were shaking as he held onto his pack and opened it for you to take one stick out. You put it on your lips and he raised the lighter up as you leaned forward to light the cigarette up. After a long inhale, you finally let it out, a curtain of smoke filling the air above you.
“Yeah… This costume is… doing something today and I needed to relax a bit.” You say shyly as you look down towards the floor. Eddie’s heart was beating out of his throat, taking a drag out of his own cigarette this time as he looked at you. He looked behind him to see a beverage stand, licking his lips as he squinted his eyes and then back at you.
“You want a beer?” He didn’t even know if you liked beer, but he felt cupid shooting another arrow towards his chest when you looked up at him excitedly with a nod. 
“I would like that…” You both walk to the stand to get a can of beer each, and you giggle as you guide Eddie to move to the back of the stand so that no one could see you in your cosplay having alcohol and smoking.
“So secretive.” Eddie says and he didn’t even care if the others couldn’t find him anymore. Hell, they can get lost and he will most definitely ditch them if it meant to have a moment with you alone. You giggle as you squinted slightly at his face, biting your bottom lip in thought.
“What’s… your name?” You asked it with a hint of doubt behind it but Eddie didn’t notice it, or didn’t think too much of it.
“I’m Eddie–”
“I KNEW IT!” Eddie's heart jumped out of his mouth at your scream, his eyes widening as he looked at you who was looking at him with the brightest of smiles. “I knew it was you! You are Eddie!”
“I mean, I am Eddie…” His confidence was skyrocketing again. You remembered him, definitely, from his face to his hair, and you even recognized him from just instagram pictures, which only led Eddie to wonder… How many times have you looked at them?
“The guy who doesn’t dare to take a picture with me.” You smirk as you take a sip of your beer while looking at him. He scoffs as he rolls his eyes at you, but happiness was just blossoming inside of him as he looked at you.
“I do dare, I just don’t do this convention shit so I was embarrassed at first.” You hum at his words, taking a drag out of the cigarette. 
“If you don’t like them, why do you attend?” You ask him with a tilt of your head, completely confused by his response. He was speechless, his worst stumbling out of his mouth as he thought of an excuse other than just blurting out ‘Because of you’.
“M-My buddy always needs someone to accompany him… For support.” At that you made an ‘Oh’ sound, giving him a nod in understanding.
“The guy that I took a picture with when I smashed your chin?” You ask with a giggle and he felt like dying at the sound of your lovely voice. He chuckles, nodding down at you as he takes a sip of his beer.
“Yep.”  You seemed like you wanted to say something to him but you held back, taking a sip out of your beer and Eddie could feel you ogling him over your cup. He wanted to ask the gods above if this was a trick of theirs, a stupid joke or a trial he had to go through because it wasn’t possible that a girl like you was looking at him with desire. It was impossible.
“Really… Then why did you come here if your friend… is with friends?” You were smirking now as he snapped out of his trance and you gave him a nod towards his back, making him turn around only to see Dustin laughing along with Mike and Will as they sat on a table eating their corn dogs. He winced in embarrassment as he turned to face you again.
“I am their ride.” He lied. He offered to be the ride. Mike told him there was no need, but Eddie refused. 
“And you are drinking?” 
“One beer isn’t going to kill me.” Eddie replies back and you were now looking at him, a small smile on your lips and Eddie had one thought only at that moment. One that he never thought of having. A thought that just came to him and now he realizes it has been a fantasy ever since he saw you.
He wants to fuck you in one of your cosplays.
“Oh… thought you were coming to finally ask to take a picture with me.” You say in a sultry tone as you took a drag out of your cigarette and Eddie immediately felt the tension growing between the two of you. He licked the inside of his bottom lip as he looked down at you. A smirk spread on his lips and he noticed how you straightened up, a small step forward going towards him. 
You were pure in his eyes, doing all this cosplay stuff, doing charity, being incredible with the people that followed you, but he never thought you would ever look at someone like him like this. He never thought you would be this willing at the first interaction you had with him… But if he was reading the signs right, and if he was daring enough, he might get to fuck Daenerys Targaryen. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. So might as well–
“I actually came here to ask you for your picture… and a date.” 
And Eddie’s heart was taken away once more as you smirked at him, taking another step closer to him and you responded in a low and seductive tone that sent shivers down his spine and adrenaline started rushing inside of him. 
“I’m free after the event.” He took another step closer to you, and he noticed the intake of breath you took in, making him grin widely.
“Yeah, I think you promised to kiss it better… Didn’t you sweet girl?”
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idk man, i just couldn't stop writing this, acknowledgement to all my cosplay girlies out there.
Smutty part 2? Let's hear at what Eddie should fuck her in.
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shiganshinaslut · 5 months
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husband nanami w MASSIVE breeding kink. tryna impregnate you though your youngest- 3rd kid is 8 months old😩
18+||MINORS DNI
M so sorry but I don’t write pregnancy stuff! Breeding kink tho- yum :3 (it’s different in my brain idk why lol)
I can just imagine him breathing heavily into your ear as he stuffs you full of his cum for the third time that night. His cock slides in and out of you slowly as he fucks you from behind, his chest pressed against your back. Everything feels hot as he kisses your neck, whispering how good you’re doing, taking it so well, and you swear you could melt into him. It’s such a drastic difference from his usual composed self, but his kind and caring nature shows through his reassuring words and the way he takes care to treat you gently even while filling you up with his cum.
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i just think that sappy sex with steve would be like one big hug…
like he wouldn’t be able to resist getting as close to you as possible, his hairy chest pressed against your own, his face buried in your neck, his floppy sex-hair tickling at your neck, and your face tucked away in his too, both of you close enough to hear ever whimper, every moan. he has one arm that’s wormed its way under your hips, holding tight at your waist with his huge hand, and the other arm that’s wrapped around your back with his hand buried in the hair at the nape of your neck, occasionally stroking his thumb down the line of your neck— and your bodies are so close it’s just so warm, so sweet, so tender, and steve’s leaving these little open mouth kisses along your shoulder as his hips ruts into you, slow and sensual, muffling his whines into your skin by pulling himself closer to you and losing himself in your body, the rocking of his hips speeding up, feeling so so loved when you hold him back just as tight
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Smut writers feel free to write this! (Feminine pronouns used but feel free to change it!) (+18/MDNI)
FYI: I'm not a writer nor good at this! Just thirsty:)
I had a filthy thought of being railed by Price in the common area outside the bathrooms and Gaz accidentally walks in 👀 (gifs below inspired me).
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You were being bratty/needy as fuck even though you knew it was a hectic day, especially for him. At first you felt a little hurt that he brushed you off the first time when you started kissing his neck while he was signing some paperwork for the next mission. "Not now, doll. Can't you see I'm busy?" He murmured the last words almost as a whisper so you know that it's the work that's annoying him and not you.
"Come on, Captain, can't you take a little break for your girl?" You purred in his ear, hands slowly trailing down his chest over the tight military shirt he knows drives you crazy when he wears it (he was about to throw it away because it was too tight on him until he saw you practically drooling and being the lil shit he is, he started wearing it more often)
"Don't you have anything more productive to do, private, than bother your Captain?" Oh now it's on. His tone was serious as if he was scolding a child, making you stand up straight, rolling your eyes at his typical way of treating you when you're 'overstepping'.
"You weren't complaining this morning about my productivity, Captain." You reply to his dismissive comment, full of sarcasm, crossing your arms over your chest as you make your way in front of his desk. "In fact, you were quite content with my mouth on your c-" a knock on the door makes you take 3 steps back, a playful smirk on your face as you watch Price take a deep breath trying to process both your boldness and someone almost walking in on you, talking about your forbidden affair with him.
"Uh, is this a bad time?" Kyle awkwardly says, holding the door open not daring to walk inside, obviously uncomfortable from the staring contest you and Price share, neither backing down.
"No, Sergeant, private Y/L/N was just leaving." Price mumbles with a raised eyebrow, only turning his gaze towards the door for a second then back at you, indicating that you have to leave before he actually gets mad.
On your way out, you briefly touch Kyle's arm, give him a small smile before exiting Price's office. You know John is a confident man. In his skills, his work, the way he carries himself with authority in every room he steps in. The only thing that makes him feel uneasy is when younger men try to steal your attention. Not because he doesn't trust you, he knows that the second he asks for you to get on your knees, you comply better than any soldier he ever had to command to follow an order and he always praises you for it.
"Look at my eager girl, so desperate to please her Captain huh?"
"Eyes up when you take me in, I want to stare into those pretty eyes, soldier."
"You can't be disrespectful with your mouth full, now can you?"
The insecurity that you could fall for a younger, charming man always creeps in his mind yet he pushes the thought away, cursing himself at the possibility he might have stronger feelings for you than just the physical pleasure you two share almost every night.
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10:30pm. You've been staring at the clock on the wall an hour now, waiting for the right time to come. You know Price always goes into the showers at this exact time, every single night before he goes to sleep as the showers are always empty. Exhausted soldiers and staff always in bed by then, leaving the luxury of a quiet, warm shower to himself.
You step into the common area timidly, checking if anyone's around but as expected, you find it empty and cold like it always is this late at night. No sound but the water running inside the nearest shower and the fast beating of your anxious heart as you slowly strip naked. It scares you how bad you want him, how he's your first thought in the morning and the last before you fall asleep. How you, a strong, independent and confident woman can feel so fragile, so desperate to please his every desire, how the second he asks you to go to his room, you waste no time, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. It's pathetic really, but for him? You'd do far worse.
With nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body, you slowly push the curtain of the shower back, taking in the full sight in front of you. Yeah, you'd do anything for him and he knows it. He doesn't even flinch or turn around, he knows it's you. It's always you. You can see the smirk playing on his lips before he speaks with that husky, deep voice that makes your knees go weak, every fucking time.
"I don't fuck you one day and you come running to me, hm?" Price turns around slowly, eyeing you up and down before his fingers touch the top of the towel, softly caressing your skin. "Desperation looks so fucking good on you sweetheart" He leans closer to whisper in your ear before his fingers make the towel drop on the wet floor, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine as he pushes you gently out of the shower, to the nearest wall.
"I left my girl all needy and now I have to make up for it, don't I?" He whispers on your neck as his lips leave wet, sloppy kisses on your burning skin. Before you can lean back onto the wall to enjoy his attention, he places his hand on your back and with a swift move, pushes you in the common area. The look of surprise on your face as you turn to look at him must be the best entertainment he has had the last couple of days.
"What if someone walks in? Can't we go back into the shower?" You grab the nearest towel but before you can wrap it around yourself, he backs you up against the cold table in the middle of the room, both his hands placed on each side of you so you can't move.
"You wanted to sneak up on me and couldn't wait until I finished my shower." You open your mouth to answer with a pathetic excuse you know damn well wouldn't work on him but his hands cut you off before you even try, lifting you up from your thighs onto the cold steeled table. "You know it is the only time I get to have some peace and quiet but you being the greedy little slut that you are, couldn't wait a few more minutes huh?" He raises his voice, tone changed into the one he always uses when you're being a brat and fuck, you wouldn't want it any other way. The smirk forming on your lips and the intentional roll of your eyes must have pressed a button as he pushes your shoulders down so now you're laying on the table, feeling his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs, pushing them open.
"Now you're gonna get fucked like you want so bad, out in the open. If you behaved nicely, you'd be laying down on a soft bed but you decided to be a brat tonight" His grip tightens around your thighs, certain to leave bruises, as he lowers himself so his head is inches away from your soaked entrance, his eyes piercing yours, not breaking eye contact like his life depends on it.
"And you're gonna get treated like one." With one quick move he puts both of your legs on his shoulders, dragging you across the table, the cold metal and unexpected action letting a loud moan leave your mouth before you cover it with your palm in an attempt to stay quiet, unsuccessfully so.
"What the-" Oh fuck. You freeze in your tracks as a second voice comes from behind the lockers, making you jump up immediately. Your terrified gaze slowly meets Kyle's equally frightened eyes as his mouth hangs open to the sight in front of him, frozen in place with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You knew it was risky, just because the showers were always empty around that time, didn't mean that an exception was out of the question. It just happened to be tonight.
"I'm just gonna- fuck, I- bye" Gaz mumbles quickly, the confusion of this unfortunate, awkward encounter visibly written on his face but before he can walk out, so you can die comfortably in shame, the next sentence makes your blood run cold.
"Not so fast, Sergeant." Price commands, his expression unbothered if not unsurprising, like he wanted this to happen. He wanted someone to walk in.
"You're gonna sit on that chair and you're gonna watch how brats like her deserve to be treated."
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