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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Falling

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Dedicated to @madigoround, my one constant Steddie cheerleader. I hope you like it! ❤️

It’s said if you truly want to get to know someone, tell them no. Watch how they act when they’re angry, when they’re sick, when they’re wrecked by grief.

The truth is, Eddie thinks, the way to truly get to know someone is to watch them when they think they’re not being watched.

So, Eddie watches people. He watches Tommy Hagan ascend the ranks of social hierarchy, climbing closer and closer to the top of the totem pole until he reaches the zenith and finds himself stuck with fake friends and a fake life. He’s mean, in the way that Eddie knows someone is mean to him and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Eddie leaves him alone, ignores him best he can, and hopes Tommy will have the dignity to do the same.

He watches Carol Perkins, faux-model that she is, use her body like a weapon, like a credit card. He knows that she knows that way only heartbreak lies. No one moves to stop her. Eddie knows she’s hurtling towards self-destruction. He knows she’s ignored at home.

He watches Steve Harrington. His ascent to popularity, then in the blink of an eye, his fall. How easily he shrugs off the mantle of King Steve, starts carting around middle schoolers.

How he flinches at loud sounds, abrupt movements, flickering lights.

Steve Harrington intrigues Eddie, is the thing. And Eddie’s never been the type to deny his intrigues. So he studies the fallen king more.

Some things make sense, after spring break. Some things don’t.

Steve has three smiles: the real one, the one everybody thinks is real, and the fake customer service one. He hardly ever uses the first. He’ll use the second a lot. The kids are dipshits, brash in the way only a teenager can be, unaware and uncaring of the effect their words have. Specifically, the effect their words have on Steve.

When they make jokes about his intelligence, Steve will force on a little half-smile, an unaffected air, even as his shoulders slump inward and his chin tips down.

Eddie sees it. He also sees what Steve looks like, eyes wide and wild, grinning and gesturing freely, as he discusses basketball with Lucas or football with Uncle Wayne. Eddie understands the stats he somehow manages to keep track of (even Eddie has notebooks for all his character sheets and all the math everything requires. He’s forgotten, more than once, how he’d done something for a past campaign, and digs through his notebooks until he finds it. But Steve pulls the numbers out of thin air, hardly even pausing as he finds them in his mental filing cabinet, and Eddie is impressed, to say the least). He knows Steve’s smart, even if it’s in a different way than the kids are used to.

He makes a point to mention it. Steve’s over watching the game with Wayne, and Eddie whistles as he listens in to their conversation from the kitchen where he’s making lunch. “That’s some memory,” he says, shaking his head. “I know I couldn’t keep all that straight.”

Steve blinks at him. “What, like all your D&D people?”

“Characters. You don’t want to see the amount of notebooks I have, trying to keep everything straight, and it still ends up all going to hell when I can’t find something.” He raises a challenging brow, daring Steve to argue.

Steve just laughs and leans back into the couch. “Whatever, man, I still think it’s impressive. I’ve been watching for years, it just kinda makes sense that I’d remember a few facts.”

“A few?” Eddie’s eyes light up. “Wayne, quiz him.”

Wayne snorts. “What’m I, your errand boy?”

“Yes,” Eddie says, just to be contrary. He grins at the snicker it pulls from Steve. “Please, Wayne?”

Wayne narrows his eyes at Eddie, then softens his gaze when he moves it over to Steve. “You up for it?”

Steve chuckles. “Sure, I guess. It’d be nice to see how much I actually know.”

For the next few minutes, Wayne gives a name and within a few seconds, Steve’s answered with stats about that person.

Eddie, ever the competitive soul, ends up invested, grinning and high-fiving Steve when Wayne runs out of names. “Knew it,” he said, happily noting the blush making its home on Steve’s cheeks.

“Ha,” Eddie jokes later, ribbing Dustin because he can. “Kiddo, that was worse than-” he thinks for a few seconds, then sighs and raises his voice. “Steve? Who was the guy who did the thing you and Wayne were mad about?”

Dustin judges him with his eyebrows. “Even if Steve had any idea what you’re saying, what makes you think he’d know-”

“Phil Simms,” Steve called back from the kitchen. “Great player, actually, just wrong team.”

Eddie hummed, enjoying the shocked look on Dustin’s face. “Nah, not quite doing it. Who’s the losingest team?”

Losingest team, Dustin mouths, mocking. Eddie notes that he doesn’t actually say anything this time, though.

“Depends. Jets started at ten to one, then lost their final five games. But the Giants beat the Redskins 17 to zero. They also beat the 49ers 49—heh—to three, but that was earlier in the season, and no one expected San Francisco to win anyways.” He walks out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a towel, a thoughtful look on his face. “Does any of that help?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie says, even though he has zero idea what Steve actually said. He’s staring, smug grin firmly affixed to his face, at Dustin.

Lucas, over on the couch, sits up straight and stares at Steve. “Did you see Montana’s comeback?”

Steve grins. “Fuckin’ wild, man, but I kinda hate Walsh for letting him. Like, I’ve been there, right? And that was…” he shakes his head. “Not good. Yeah, it’s been weeks, whatever, but an injury like that?” Steve crosses his arms, shakes his head.

Eddie stares, enraptured. Obsessed. Maybe, possibly, falling.

When the kids make jokes about Steve’s appearance, he’ll put a hand to the back of his neck and rub, force down the blush, avoid eye contact.

Eddie knows Steve’s not shy. So he doesn’t understand why Steve reacts like that until one day he compliments Steve. It’s a simple little line, you have gold in your hair, but Steve beams. Eddie’s left wondering about the difference, realizes there’s a certain type of compliment Steve’s received all his life, that probably ended up less than welcome at some point.

So Eddie makes it his life’s mission to make Steve beam the way he had the first time.

One time they’re out lounging by the pool while the kids splash around, beers in hand, talking about everything and nothing. Steve tips his head back to take a drink and Eddie realizes something. He leans forward to get a better look. “Your eyes are hazel,” he says delightedly, grinning at the flush rapidly showing on Steve’s cheeks.

Steve looks like he’d very much like to take a page out of Eddie’s book and hide behind his hair in that moment. He hides behind his beer instead, takes another sip as he waits for his face to get back under control. “Are they?” He asks, like he doesn’t know. He’s such a little shit. Eddie’s obsessed.

Another time, Eddie breaks in (is it breaking in if everyone and their mother knows where Steve puts the spare key?) and starts making breakfast while Steve’s out on a run. He almost swallows his tongue when Steve walks back in, sweaty and flushed, wearing shorts that God Himself must have sculpted just for Steve.

Instead of saying that, Eddie adopts an unaffected face and raises a brow. “Pretty sure there’s a fine for public indecency, sweetheart, and those shorts break about eight of those rules. ‘Course, no one’s gonna say anything when they’re on you.”

Steve laughs, light and happy as he accepts the water Eddie hands him. “And why’s that?”

“Because I think you single-handedly caused every gay crisis on the police force.”

Steve laughs hard enough he snorts, and Eddie’s immediately hellbent on hearing that sound again. “That so?” He asks, then pauses. “Wait, what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?”

Eddie shrugs, like it should be obvious. “Making breakfast. I wanted pancakes.”

“And you couldn’t make them at your place?”

Eddie just shrugs, a smile playing on his lips. Steve badly hides his grin as he shakes his head and turns around, citing a need for a shower as he heads upstairs. “Don’t burn the house down!”

“Betrayal!” Eddie yells back, grinning when Steve cackles again.

Eddie stares as Steve walks upstairs, enraptured. Obsessed. Maybe, probably, falling.

Eddie studies Steve. Studies him and watches him more and more. His mannerisms, his interactions with others. And he realizes something very interesting: Steve’s always the one to reach out.

He tugs Dustin into a teasing headlock, rubs his knuckles over the top of his head. Flings his arm over Lucas’s shoulders, pokes at Mike until he responds, bumps Will’s elbow with his own. Brushes his fingers over Max’s arm, pulls El into a hug. Robin is the only person who consistently pulls Steve into a hug, and even so, most of the time it’s teasing; a quick, sharp thing, jerky movements and practically pushing him away when she’s done.

So Eddie starts. Brushes his hand across Steve’s shoulders as he’s walking by. Poking at Steve’s cheeks to get a reaction. Quick, tight hugs, at first.

Or… that was the plan. The first time he pulls Steve into a hug, they’re alone, because Eddie does not want to have to deal with Dustin and his dramatics in that moment. So Eddie pulls Steve in, arms flung around him and squeezing in a half-joking manner, and Steve practically melts.

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie mutters, stumbling a little. “You good, Stevie?”

Steve pulls back, a blush making its way across his cheeks. “Yeah. Sorry. It- it won’t happen again.”

Eddie frowns. “How the fuck is that what you got from it?”

Steve shrugs. “I know I can be… well, Nancy called it clingy, and I’ve had a few girlfriends in the past who called it clingy, and if it looks like a rose and smells like a rose, then…”

“Shit, Steve, no, that’s not- what the fuck were your girlfriends on? Why would they call that clingy? That’s not- Christ, Steve, if that’s clingy, sign me up. Seriously. Just warn me next time, we don’t all have the body of a Greek god, we can’t all carry our somewhat-acquaintances out of hell.” He grins at Steve, a half-thing that grows when Steve tentatively grins back.

“Body of a Greek god?”

“Oh, don’t go fishing for compliments, I know you, you’re not that shallow.” He rolls his eyes, smiles. Tentatively places his hands on Steve’s arms, just above his wrists. “You hear of something called touch-starved?”

Steve cautiously looks him in the eye. “I can guess,” he finally says, and Eddie pulls him into another hug.

This one lasts for something close to a minute, and Eddie ignores it when Steve takes a step back and molds his face back into shape. “Anytime,” he says quietly, like a promise. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Steve agrees.

It happens again a week later.

Everyone’s over for Hellfire. Steve was in the kitchen, had been there practically since everyone had trickled in.

There’s a quiet clatter, an even quieter shit, then a pause before Steve heaves a sigh. “Eddie?”

Eddie furrows his brows in concern, motions for everyone to stay where they are, then makes his way into the kitchen, seeing Steve gripping the edge of the sink. “Steve?”

“I’ve been having a shit day,” he starts. “If… if you meant what you said. Last time?”

“Anytime,” Eddie swears. “Hey, Stevie, c’mon, the sink’s not going anywhere, let’s let go, yeah? Wanna stay down here or go upstairs?”

Steve makes an irritated noise in the back of his throat. “Your game-”

“Will be there later,” Eddie finishes. “Here or upstairs?” Steve shakes his head, a sharp movement, and Eddie recognizes it. “Want me to pick?”

“Please.”

“Upstairs. Can you do it yourself?”

Steve makes another guttural noise, pulls away from the sink, and marches upstairs.

Eddie follows. All the way upstairs, into Steve’s room, pausing to close and lock the door. “We’re safe,” he says quietly, and opens his arms. “Stevie?”

Steve trembles as he allows himself to be hugged, hands fisting in the back of Eddie’s shirt, head guided to the junction of Eddie’s neck and shoulder.

Eddie pets a solid hand down Steve’s back, squeezing at his waist for a moment before bringing it up again, just below his neck. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “We’re all okay, we’re all safe. What’re you seeing, Stevie?”

Steve takes a breath. It only stutters a little. “Had a dream ‘bout you last night,” he admits. “Kinda fucked me over.”

Eddie’s heart clenches. “I’m here,” he promises, and guides them onto the bed. “D’you want to be on top or bottom?”

He feels Steve’s brows scrunch against his shoulder. “What?”

“Some people need the pressure of someone on them. It’s grounding. For some, it’s too much.”

“Oh,” Steve mutters. “You on top.”

Eddie bites his tongue on the joke that wants to come out. “M’kay, c’mon, then, still not the one with the body of a Greek god.”

He feels Steve’s tentative smile as they roll over, a breath huffed into his chest. “Always liked Apollo.”

“God of the sun,” Eddie agrees. “Suits you.” He gets his arms out from under Steve, puts them on his shoulders. “This work?”

Steve hums. His eyes are shut. “Didn’t wanna take you from your game. Sorry.”

“And I told you it’ll be there later. If you need something, I want to help you get it. Simple as that.”

Steve sighs, tips his head to the side. His chin brushes the back of Eddie’s hand, and he does it again. “This works.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, watching Steve brush his chin over the back of his hand. “If there’s something you want, I need you to ask for it. I can’t read your mind.” Steve’s brows furrow as his eyes open, and Eddie clicks his tongue. “Close your eyes.” They drop shut again, and he nudges the back of his hand a little harder against Steve’s chin. “What do you want?”

Steve sighs again, gathering courage. “Want you to play with my hair.”

Eddie’s heart skips a beat. He brushes his hand up, traces the line of Steve’s silhouette, up his chin, his nose, around his eye. Drags the backs of his fingers across his forehead, surreptitiously checking for a fever. Nothing. Steve relaxes back into the pillows.

Eddie gets a hand in Steve’s hair and tugs gently, releasing to scrape his fingertips over Steve’s scalp. Revels in the hum Steve lets out. “Sunshine boy,” he murmurs. “Who takes care of you?”

“Sunshine boy?”

Eddie smiles softly, even though Steve’s eyes are still closed. “Gold hair, gold eyes. My own personal Apollo.”

Steve smiles. “You’re Dionysus.”

“Mm. God of drunken joy and madness.”

“And theater.”

“Oh, yes, how could I ever forget one of the billion things one of the billion gods was known for.”

Steve snorts. “Thank you,” he murmurs, hands brushing Eddie’s waist. “I shouldn’t need this. Any of it.”

Eddie cards his hand through Steve’s hair again. “But you do.”

“But I do,” Steve agrees with a sigh. “And you just… you’re selfless.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

Steve snorts. “You’re full of shit.”

“Yup. Selfless and full of shit. Sounds about right.”

“Oh my god,” Steve laughs, cracking open an eye to look at him. They both still, caught in each other’s gaze, realizing just how close they are to each other.

Slowly, so slowly, Steve looks away. “Go back to your game,” he whispers. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay,” Eddie responds at the same volume, and slowly gets up. He lifts his hand off the doorknob when Steve calls his name. “Yeah?”

“Stay? After?”

“Sunshine boy,” he says again, just to get that smile. “Yeah, Stevie. I’ll stay after.”

After comes sooner than either of them expect, but Dustin got sloppy, and what’s the point of one-shots if not to throw them to the wind when it all goes to shit, so there’s a lot of good-natured ribbing and thoughtless decisions and uncaring dice rolls before it ends and everyone’s packing up.

Dustin’s mom comes to pick up everyone who didn’t drive there, because she’s an angel of a woman, and Eddie makes excuses for why he’s staying until finally he doesn’t have to, it’s just him and Steve, and Steve’s looking at him with the softest smile and something that looks like adoration shining in his eyes.

Eddie opens his mouth to start, then shuts it with a shake of his head. “C’mon,” he says finally. “Let’s go sit on the couch.”

Eddie sits first, and Steve stands, hands wringing one another, until Eddie leans forward, grabs them, and gently guides him to sit next to Eddie. “There.” He holds one of Steve’s hands in his. “Do you want to start, or should I?”

Steve worries his lip. “Do we need to talk about it? If we both know what we’re saying?”

Eddie grins. “So if I were to start talking about buying little party hats for raccoons…”

Steve snorts. “Okay, you ass, point taken.” His smile falls. “You’ve been… really nice to me, these past few months. And that’s not why, not at all, but it doesn’t exactly hurt either. I just…” he shakes his head. “Why me?”

“Why you what? Why am I nice to you? Why have I been taking care of you? Why-” the question sticks in his throat for half a second. “Why do I like you?”

Steve smiles, bashful, and looks down at their intertwined hands. “All of the above, basically.”

Eddie taps the back of Steve’s hand thoughtfully. They both watch the movement. “Because you’re worth it,” he says simply. “Because no one else does it. No one else sees what you do for them. No one else cares. I do. I don’t think I was given a choice, honestly, you looked at me and I was fuckin’ gone. And I’m gonna keep doing this until you believe me. Until you believe that you deserve to take up space, to exist, to have wants and opinions and preferences.”

“It might take a while.”

“I’ll be right here.”

“I might never fully believe it.”

“I’ll be here forever.” He pulls their intertwined hands up to press a kiss to the back of Steve’s.

“It sounds like a lot of boring work.” His voice is high, thready. There are tears in his eyes that fall when he blinks.

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

Watery eyes narrow at him. “Did you just quote a fucking Greek tragedy at me?”

“Uh. Maybe?”

Steve snorts, shakes his head, and leans in to lay his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s old news, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, feels his heart skip a beat when Steve responds by nuzzling his throat. “Is that it, then? We’re done talking?”

Steve sighs and tilts his head up so they can look at each other. “I like you too,” he says quietly. “Just… for the record. And I want this. And…” he bites his lip, then just as quickly releases it. “I wanna kiss you. Um. If that’s alright.”

“Sunshine boy,” Eddie murmurs. “Of course that’s alright. Get up here.” He pulls as Steve pushes up, meaning Steve overbalances and sprawls across Eddie’s lap. They stare, wide-eyed, at each other for a beat before bursting into laughter.

“Okay?” Eddie checks, even as Steve rights himself and scrambles the rest of the way onto Eddie’s lap, grinning as he plays with the hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck.

“Perfect.” His grin grows and a tiny little giggle slips out, like he’s so happy his body just can’t contain it all anymore. “I’m gonna kiss you.”

It’s less a warning, more an explanation for why he’s so happy, and it has Eddie’s heart full to bursting in his chest as he slips his hands just under the hem of Steve’s shirt to rest them directly on his waist. “You are,” he agrees. He almost jokes—not if I kiss you first—but knows Steve needs this. “Take your time,” he says instead, even though he feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest, like he’s about to vibrate out of his own skin. His hands are steady, though, as are his eyes when he looks into Steve’s.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous?” He’s whispering now, so Eddie drops his voice to match.

“It’s a big thing. You’re allowed to be nervous. Is there any way I could help?”

Steve scrunches his nose up, then moves to rest their foreheads together. “Um. Close your eyes? Maybe?”

Eddie’s eyes immediately shut. “Take your time,” he promises. “Or we can wait. There’s no shame. I won’t be upset.”

“Yeah, but I will,” Steve jokes, and Eddie chuckles.

“There’s a movie,” he starts. “An old silent film that Wayne likes. I watched it with him because he said something about vamp, so of course my mind went to vampire. It wasn’t, to my dismay, but there’s a line. A seductress bewitches men by getting them to kiss her. One man’s about to kill her, like gun-to-the-head about to kill her, and she says kiss me, my fool.”

He can practically feel Steve’s grin. He can definitely hear it. “Which one am I?”

“Oh, definitely the seductress, have you seen yourself, sunshine? I’m the fool in this scenario. Or any scenario, really.”

Steve hums. “Dionysus.”

“Shut up.” He’s laughing, though, grinning at Steve’s giggle, then freezes when Steve’s lips land on the corner of his. “Oh,” he whispers when Steve pulls away.

Steve laughs softly, puts a thumb at the corner of one of Eddie’s eyes. “You can open your eyes.” He’s whispering again, and Eddie looks to see Steve staring at him, a small, wondering smile on his lips.

“Heya, sunshine,” he whispers, almost choking on the amount of emotions he feels.

“Hi.” He pauses, fidgets. “Can I kiss you for real?”

“Yeah. You want me to close my eyes?”

Steve shakes his head. “Just… kiss back.”

Eddie grins, wide and in love. “I was planning on it.”

Steve grins back, just as wide and just as happy. “Shut up.”

“And if I said make me…”

Steve giggles. “I might just have to,” he says before finally leaning in, slotting their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss.

He tastes like the pizza they’d been eating and the beer they’d been drinking, and underneath that is something so Steve, and Eddie wants to spend the rest of forever discovering that taste. When they pull apart, his eyes open—when had he closed them?—and land on Steve, who’s also in the process of opening his eyes. “Wow,” he murmurs, and Steve giggles as he rests their foreheads together again.

“Just about.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Steve whispers, so Eddie wastes no time in sealing their lips together again. It’s still soft and slow and sweet, and Eddie focuses on making Steve relax against him. He cards a hand through Steve’s hair, squeezes a little at the nape of his neck, runs it down his back, down his side, to knead at his hips. In response, Steve hums into the kiss, shifting a little to let more of his weight rest on Eddie’s lap. Eddie does it again and again, thrilled at the feeling of Steve finally relaxing fully onto him. They both pull away, lips wine-dark and tender, and Steve smiles, eyes still closed, as Eddie runs his hand through his hair one more time. “Keep that up and I’m gonna fall asleep,” he murmurs, and Eddie’s heart skips a beat at the trust in his voice.

“Maybe that’s my plan,” he answers. “I seduced you just to get you to take better care of yourself.”

Steve’s smile widens. “That’s the only reason?”

“Obviously,” Eddie teases. “Well, that and the fact that I’m ridiculously into you, but that seems like a separate thing.”

“Right,” Steve agrees, giggling. He opens his eyes and presses a quick peck to Eddie’s nose. “I’m kinda ridiculously into you, too.”

“Well,” Eddie says, because out of everything, of course this would be what takes his words away. “Good.”

“Good,” Steve agrees, laying his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie leans back into the couch, adjusting his hold on Steve so he’s as comfortable as possible. “G’night,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss over Steve’s temple.

He can feel Steve’s lips lift into a smile. “Night, Eds.” He presses a kiss to Eddie’s neck, and Eddie smiles as he tilts his head back into the couch.

He stares up at the ceiling, enraptured. Obsessed. Maybe, definitely, falling.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #touch starved steve harrington #I don’t think I’ll ever write him another way honestly #stranger things #steddie fic #st fic #Eddie has the patience of a saint #(mostly he’s just in love)#Steve is struggling #honestly idk how else to tag this #starambles

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livelaughlovesubs · 2 months

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Nini!!! I have an idea, if ur still busy making that fic then take ur time with this ask. Soooo this might be a lil bit inappropriate butttt how abt cockwarming dazai while he tries to work?? Again if ur still busy with that fic u mentioned on ur last post then don’t mind me! (=^ ◡ ^=)

Sorry if I bothered u!!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

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Dw, you aren’t bothering me, you’d never bother me with your lovely asks ☺️ (sorry that I took so long, I literally have to force myself to feed ya’ll) and it’s a little short, sorry for that

Dom!reader x sub!dazai

Warning: cockwarming, strap or dick - you can interpret it however you want, reader is gender neutral

He sighed when he glanced over the mountains of paperwork on his desk, you could even say he whined. Slumping down and pouting, throwing the led in his hand onto the table. “What’s with all this work?” The boy complained, before he leaned back against his seat, cuddling up against you. “Do we really have to wait until I’m finished?”

Today was like any other day, with dazai refusing to do any of his assignments. Mori wanted you to do something about it, and as much as you’d like to protest, he was your boss after all. Which is why you decided to make it fun for you as well. That led to your current situation, with dazai sitting in your lap and diligently working, all while your dick was buried deep inside him.

Your hands fit perfectly on his slim waist, holding him and making sure that he stays still. The feeling of his smooth skin was nice to the touch, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Sometimes when you exhaled, the hot air would tickled his ears. If you weren’t easing him, then he doesn’t know what it was. How can you expect him to do all of this while you are touching him like you are about to bend him over? Not that he minds, he desperately wants you to do so. How long has he waited for any action to happen? Maybe hours now.

He felt full and filled, it was a very erotic experience. Every once in a while his insides would clench around you, and he’d squeeze his thighs together. This was worse than any torture methods he learned, much worse. The words on the paper in front of him started to blur, it was like he forgot how to read. Yet again he slumped back against you, biting his bottom lip at the small yet delicious friction that gave him. “Hmm..! God, y/n, can’t you just fuck me?”

Dazai really couldn’t wait any longer. He already worked for more than an hour, can’t you do him a small favour? Subconsciously, or maybe he knew what he was doing, he rocked his hips. The boy moved so slow, like a ship sailing on a calm ocean, he thought you wouldn’t notice. In contrary you did saw it, and grabbed his chin to make him face you, then you whispered your answer, “no.”

Without giving him any reasoning, only a cold and commanding refusal. For some reasons it made him even more wet, he felt his body shake and his dick twitch at your voice. His precum was dripping down his shaft and coating his soft thighs, you’d even dare say he looked like a girl with all those fluids he let out. “If you want to get fucked so bad, finish your work sooner.” You suggested, though he knew you weren’t giving him an inch. It was an order and you weren’t going to show him mercy. Fine, guess he will have to use his trump card.

Suddenly, he raised his shoulders, they were now reaching his ears. Then he slowly started to sob, small delicate tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Afterwards he did a dramatic turn, staring back at you with the most pitiful and vulnerable expression he could muster. The way desire and need blended perfectly in his eyes was seductive, though the pose he did was the one of an innocent maiden. Some strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted. In that moment, he looked straight out of a painting, like an angel that descended upon the moral realm.

“Please..” Dazai began his act, mumbling in a meek tone, as if he was embarrassed of himself. “Fuck me.. I want it so bad.” The way he stressed the last two words was the peak of acting, he could win an Oscar with that one. It took you every resolve and self control you had to not throw him onto the table and fuck him. If you were to wait any longer, it was going to be a torture for you too. More tears flowed down his pretty face, those water droplets were like diamond shining in the sun light, emphasising his helplessness even more.

That man knew what he was doing and did it with passion, if he wants something he will get it, that’s what his body language told you. Which is why you especially want to go against it. “No is no, osamu, if you don’t finish this until dawn I’ll just leave and go drinking with chuuya.” You warned him, but it was more like a threat. He gasped a little, now crying a little louder than before. “Oh.. how cruel of you..! Can chuuya give you the things I can offer?” There was no answer to that question, you didn’t want to because you knew he could use it against you. Instead you gave him a little trust, enough to make his back arch. “AhHHh~ m-mhm..” the male moaned out, he did not hold back at all.

“go back to work.” You chuckled as you said, resting your chin on his shoulder again. “Hm.. mean..” and now he was pouting again, oh well, let’s see how long he can still play this game until he breaks. You weren’t going to be the first one to crumble. All you had to do was lay back and watch the play unfold. “Do as you wish, dazai, you have time until dawn.”

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supermarketbae · 9 months

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Hello!

Could you do a cute Billy Hargrove x fem reader were they are secretly dating and the party are slowly figuring it out. Like max is confused why Billy is being a lot nicer. Eddie, Steve, and robin wants to know who keeps calling reader when they hangout at her house.

You can write the end however you like! Love your writing! Have a great day!

OMGGGG THANK U SO MUCH LOVE!! (also i'm back taking class courses again so sorry if I've responded late. bAcK To SchOOl FolKs *nerdy goth noises* this can be read as a part three but its fine on its own.

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

What's Best?

Naughty and not so nice the series

The sun had just set, leafless trees casting long shadows around the warm room as their spindly woven branches wafted softly against the windows a sound accompanied by joking and stupid dares. Your friends were oblivious to the sun starting to sink below the horizon. Everyone was happy to finally find some time to hang out together. How late it was getting was a small, trivial matter that was forgotten in the spirit of laughter and much needed relaxation. Max was thoroughly appalled when Billy made no objection in bringing her along to your house, and you thought she had keeled over when, instead of leaving he walked right in with her.

Robin glanced at you questioningly through the night. But you paid it no mind. Billy was starting to be roped into your little group of misfits, and there was nothing you would rather have more. "Soooo what's this talk I hear of my little baby having a boyfriend?" Eddie drawls smacking your butt playfully as he grabs a coke from the counter "Never thought you'd have it in you doll." he continues smirking sarcastically. Your heart shudders for a beat as you subtlety make eye contact at Billy from across the room, you scowl gently as you see his shoulders shaking in silent laughter "Bitch." you say pointedly turning back to Eddie to slug him in the shoulder.

"Wonder who he is, since you practically skip when the phone rings." Eddie smiles grabbing at your hair musing it up. "I do not!" you say wide eyed a light blush settling on your cheeks. You don't dare to look at Billy again to see his reaction. But to your relief, your embarrassment falls on deaf ears as the others continue enjoying themselves. You lean back on the counter as you watch the sight before you; Nancy and Robin talking together on the couch, Robin blushing lightly as she talks animatedly, Nancy grabbing her arm. Dustin, Mike, El, Will, and Max geeking out about some intricate thing. You find yourself smiling softly, blissfully unaware of Billy's approach behind you, that is until strong arms wrapped discreetly around your waist.

"What's up doll." his gravelly mumble tore at your chest causing your heart to constrict. "Nothing much, handsome," you whisper back voiced honeyed but still drooping low. "hands to yourself while you're at it too." you chide teasingly, pinching lovingly at his forearm. Your giggle echoes louder when Billy nips at your shoulder. The sound traveled sharply, catching the attention of your observant friend, Max glances up briefly surprised at the sight of you. She cocked her head in elegant confusion noticing Billy's usually scowling face in a radiant grin. Even more so that he was that close to you.

You caught her eye. A silent promise lay in them.

A soft smile.

She wanted what was best for him too.

And as she watched his face crinkle in laughter as you kissed his cheek secretively, she knew that you were, inevitably, what was best.

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AHHHHHHH im sososososoossoso sorry i started up classes and OMLLLLL @unamused-boss thank you so much for requesting and I hope this brought your idea justice mllll thank you darlingggg

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b0ther · 7 months

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LOSER LOSER LOSER !!! YUUTA

it's your typical story: the bully and the loser. you don't mind, though. not when yuuta's taking you in this good.

pairing : okkotsu yuuta x reader (masculine pronouns. amab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : headcanon & short drabble(s) hehe tags : reader is your typical BULLY and yuuta is your typical LOSER who gets BULLIED, depiction of violence (please be mindful of the tags), high school AU, yuuta gets off from the bullying, reader has a giant cock as per usual, yuuta displays some obsessive behaviours, usage of the words "slut" and "baby" and "whore" and "idiot", dry humping, blowjobs, spitting, anal sex, slight dub-con word count : 1,962

author's note : all my kings who believe in sub yuuta supremacy. . . this one's for you. also i wrote this half asleep. sawry. will def write more for this prompt in the future. love u ol 🫶

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♡ you have never really paid much attention to LOSER!YUUTA, of course. why would you? you have shinier friends and your reputation allows you to trample on people in his class. you don't need him—you don't need to know him.

♡ oh, but LOSER!YUUTA? he pays attention to you. he pays attention hard. he watches your strides, heading to the cafeteria or the bathroom or out the school gates. he breathes in the air every time he gets the chance to indulge himself from being close to you. his cock throbs every time you just so much as elbow his shoulder in malice.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA is such a nice boy—he crosses his heart and swears to himself that he doesn't enjoy seeing his peers getting their heads slammed onto the chalk walls along the hallway by your sturdy hands. in fact, he hates it so much that he would rather you kick his stomach and press your cigarette butts on his cheeks. the sacrifices he would make for his classmates are immeasurable.

♡ and soon enough, one of your friends would start pointing out how LOSER!YUUTA peeks at your direction constantly behind his book. his small and slender frame as if nonexistence between whatever the hell he is reading. you shake your head, laughing. "you can't name anyone in this school who doesn't want a taste of my dick," you wave your friends off, "especially not some fuckin' loser like him."

♡ you forgot about LOSER!YUUTA for a hot moment—ransacking school bags to find cash you can claim on your own; stepping on the feet of anyone who dares to tell you no. when everyone looks away, you find one pair of eyes occasionally stealing glances your way.

♡ curiosity, as curiosity does, eventually finds itself making its way to you. you love the attention, and when there is the opportunity to fuck something, what proper response are there but to chase it?

“Arent’cha curious of me?” You ask, backing him up against the wall.

Yuuta shakes as you tower over him, eyes darting back and forth between your face and the door that you won’t allow him to leave.

“Hey,” annoyed, you grab his jaw after taking a deep breath of the smoke between your fingers, forcing him to look at you. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Sorry,” he stutters out, almost as quick as the moment your sentence ended.

You scoff—Yuuta feels your hot breath on his skin. It smells like cigarettes, but mostly, it’s his first whiff of you. His eyes turn wide at his body’s awful timing of letting his cock go rock hard.

He prays that you won’t notice his cock practically peeking from underneath his pants. You never noticed his hard on, after all. But that day, in the cramped janitor’s closet, you are given no choice but to notice. Especially with his little grunt, clearing his throat like he’s slick.

“See,” you let go of his face, shoving his head against the wall. “I got you this hard, and what did I do?” You rub your leg against his crotch, intrigued at how his face crinkle in sudden pleasure. You killed the cigarette on the wall next to his head—Yuuta can hear it die, and he can almost feel the heat too.

He whimpers.

“Oh, quit being so whiny.” Your hand reached over to palm his ass, still rubbing your knee up and down his clothed length. “You like me this much? Show me.”

♡ LOSER!YUUTA is not proud that he came all over his uniform pants just by rutting his cock on your thigh. well, maybe he is. no matter how he feels about it, he manages to pique your interest and make you come back to him for more.

♡ you don’t pretend to hide it. you’d pull him over in the middle of a crowded hallway, arms snaking around his waist where the whole school can see. words begin to spread, but you don’t care. neither does LOSER!YUUTA.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA would have to work for your cock, though. you aren’t letting him get to you that easy. besides, it’s fun getting him to jack himself off under the showers as you watch him squirm like the pathetic slut that he is.

♡ you’d take him right then and there—the more you do this, the harder it becomes to resist him—but you control yourself. there’s gotta be someone on their right mind in this exchange, and with all his good grades and straight a’s, LOSER!YUUTA is definitely too dumb when it comes to you.

♡ it’s a surprise when LOSER!YUUTA lets you into his room for the first time. it was just how you expected his room to be—simple, plain, boring.

♡ “my parents aren’t home,” he says as he fiddles with the hem of his uniform, not daring to look you in the eyes.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA, eyes wide when you instructed him to suck you off. you snicker at his stupid expression, and nodded at your crotch as you sat on his bed. “go on, i’m not gonna cum on my own.”

♡ but he is so eager to please you. so so excited. he sits between your thighs and marvels at the size of your cock compared to his face. you do not disappoint.

♡ “aren’t you gonna suck it?”

♡ LOSER!YUUTA is so good at sucking you off. you should have made him give you a blowjob earlier. he is gentle at first, kissing the tips of your cock, slobbering up the rest of your length for his taking, before eventually using his hot throat to welcome you in.

You don’t even know where the fuck he learnt how to give a blowjob this good—who the fuck wants to get blown by a loser like Okkotsu Yuuta?

For some ungodly reason, he lets you in his room. And for some ungodly, too, he lets you place a pillow between your head and the wall as he sucks you off like he spends his days practising his jaws to accommodate your length.

He’s probably expected you to come on him like this, huh?

Both of his hands are squeezing the base of your cock, continuously pumping, and his pretty lips wrap themselves nicely around your tip. You watch the top of his head between your spreaded thighs as he drags the top of your dick in and out of his wet mouth.

“Yuuta,” you groan, gathering the strands of his hair with your fingers. All that you can hear is the sound of his chokes—at your call, he looks up at you under his long lashes, his cheeks hollow as he continues his slobbering mess. “Fuck,” you breathe, tugging on his hair tighter, “aren’t you pretty like this?”

His already flushed cheeks became redder—there is a sense of pride blossoming in his chest. You complimented him. Yuuta’s vision blurs as he becomes more dizzy—he just wants to make you feel good.

♡ you wouldn’t have guessed that if LOSER!YUUTA was to have a hobby, it was to suck you off.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA would never initiate anything first, of course. but a slut like him just needs a push—he’d beat your meat anywhere you want. the school rooftop, the karaoke room you took him to once. under a restaurant desk or in a hidden library corner.

♡ the vulnerability of it all turns LOSER!YUUTA on. and his neediness, his little whimpers and cries—he turns you on.

♡ you wonder how you never notice LOSER!YUUTA in his gym clothes: shorts and a shirt that is a little too tight for his body frame. he is full of sweat whenever he has to run the mile or throw some sort of lame spike across the volley net.

♡ eventually you find yourself fucking him.

♡ tight, tight hole. tightest hole you ever seen. you had to breathe to stop yourself from cumming when you first tried out his hole.

♡ you fuck him in the shower room, you fuck him in the gym storage, you fuck him on the teacher’s table on an empty classroom. he’s always bent over somewhere: ass up for you to take, and dick hard for you to jack off and leave him on the edge.

“Don’t— Don’t stop—” he begs, prettily. You’ve grown a soft spot for him by now. His moans titter like melodies, echoing in the empty classroom as you dick him down—you press both his hands on his back as you drill yourself harder into him.

“Giving me instructions now?” You grunt, and Yuuta whines. A chuckle escapes your lips as you raise your hand to give his full ass a hard slap. "Shut up and just take my cock."

♡ LOSER!YUUTA just wants you to kiss him.

♡ he reaches his arms around your neck whenever you press his knees over his chest, pulling you in.

♡ “no, no,” you chuckle, grabbing his jaw. “you don’t get to fucking kiss me, alright? i don’t kiss whores like you.”

♡ and LOSER!YUUTA knows how weak you are to his little whines. he claws at your chest, caresses the side of your face—”please,” he sobs, “kiss me, kiss— nghh—” your cock gets him so drunk that he can’t even finish a coherent sentence—he can’t even beg.

♡ his eyes roll back, nails digging into the blades of your shoulders. “i can’t, i can’t—”

“You can’t what?”

His little hole feels like it’s scraping your dick every time you pull out and slam yourself back in. He’s so wet, so messy, so tight, just for your cock and even after fucking into his asshole this many times, you wonder how he can still be so fucking tight.

“You’re t’big,” Yuuta closes his eyes, hand blindly grasping for your neck, desperate for something to hold on to. “I can’t—”

“Aww,” you coo, faking empathy as you grab his face. “Sure you can take it. You’ve done this a million times.”

Yuuta lets one of his eyelids fly open, and he is greeted with your lips, lazily grinning down at him.

“It hurts,” he cries softly, knees becoming sore as you continue to bend it over his torso. His dick aches at your lack of attention to it, oozing precum all over his uniform and on the floor where you were fucking him. “Fu– fuck. Please, please.”

You watch the way his hair sticks against his forehead with his sweat, cheeks billowed and chest heaving. He just doesn’t know the things he does to you.

“Little slut can’t take it?” You manage to keep your voice steady, as if you aren’t close to fucking his brains out. “Want me to kiss it better?”

As if he has his ears perking at your preposition, he shoots both his eyes open. Excitement flashes through his pupils, and between his grunts, he manages to ask, “Can… can you—?”

You laugh, “Of course not, idiot.” You let go of his face and stand on your knees, ready to pummelled into him even harder. “Here,” you lean down at his sweaty face, kissing the skin under his eye before spitting on his face, “You can have a taste.”

Yuuta squirms. You use the back of your hand to wipe the spit off your mouth and laugh again when you see Yuuta with his mouth open, tongue hanging out.

“God. Want me to spit in your mouth this time?”

Yuuta nods, wrapping his leg around your body as best as he can, and weakly tugs for you to lean down. Every taste of you is divine—he wants everything you offer him, and he wants so much more.

“You’re so hot, baby,” You rub his face. “Beg for my spit. Use your words. You can do it, right?”

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comfortless · 1 month

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ur konig fics heal me thank you my morning is better :DD

anww, i had a bit of a question! i wasnt sure if u have already answered this question, but how would konig react if he finds out his darling is somehow affiliated in the same field he's in? whether that be a medic or smth else etc etc aside from that, i love ur fics c:

thank you, beloved! ^^ i did a bit here!

but to expand on that a little, i think you may get more leeway with him being a medic.

Instead of being pestered to return home (his home), you may just get this brute extending a hand to help you out. Not that he’s got a lick of medical training. He can patch a wound with a makeshift tourniquet in the midst of some firefight, knows well enough not to fall asleep when he’s been banged up a bit too much, but assisting you with other people is a very large, pronounced “No.”

Soothe him by letting him hover a bit and watch you work. He’s not supposed to be in here, but it’s nice having some wolf in sheep’s skin nearby to pass you the gauze from across the room. So long as he isn’t lifting or touching the poor injured souls in your care, it shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? No one dares to peep any criticism for your work when you’ve got a smitten Goliath nearby, anyway.

Except, he does get a bit jealous here. You’re so gentle with the operators in your care, cooing to them and tending to their every need like a servant rather than the lovely angel that you are to him. He almost wishes that he weren’t so good at what he does, just to experience that once. Or twice. Or for a lifetime. Whatever time you’re willing to give to him, he will take it.

Maybe he gets a bit reckless, gives himself a minor injury by pulling something in the midst of lifting weights. König doesn’t do that; when he fucks up, he deals with it himself, so it’s more than a little strange to see him crossing into the room with an actual injury. It won’t put him out for long, just enough time to experience your gentle hands over him, see that caring look in your eye directed toward him instead of one of these bastards that doesn’t truly appreciate you, not the way that he does at least.

He misconstrues you just doing your job as an outright declaration that what he feels is mutual, and maybe it is, because the care that you give to him is different. You laugh, not at him or his injury, but out of pure mirth when you ask who’s going to offer you ibuprofen instead of gauze now. Your touch is lingering, and you playfully shove the shoulder that hasn’t been wounded when he tells you a kiss would cure him better than any medicine.

His wayward courtship comes with every nick or scrape he “suffers”. The comments grow increasingly strange the moment you’re on your knees tending to the tiniest bruise you’ve ever seen on a man. You both know it’s absolutely nothing, that all of this is absurd and silly and he should just make some sort of move already. Except, that when he does tell you this scene would be so much better in his room, you’re quick to shush him and request that he leave.

… But you don’t stay angry with him for long.

Your favorite soldier always returns to you.

The next time with a clumsily plucked, yellow wildflower and a stare that borders on unnerving when he thrusts the dainty thing into your face; a tight-lipped apology follows when he tells you that he’s not sure what came over him, you’re just so pretty, and that he thinks about you so often it’s making him more than a little crazy.

The time after that with food from a restaurant away from base and another vague profession of love.

And again, with some pretty necklace in tow that he claims used to belong to his mother. König is more intense than ever when he strings the jewelry around your throat with shaking hands, dips his head down to huff into your ear as an arm snakes around your waist to keep you trapped there against him.

“Is that enough?” is the growl that follows, the warmth of his breath and the sheer intensity in his voice causing every hair at the back of your neck to stand on end.

“For what…?” And you could almost pray he’s not truly dumb enough to attempt to lure you into his bed for a string of jewelry his mother trusted him with.

“To make you like me.”

To anticipate something that sounds so innocent from a man who kills for a living is unheard of. You already suspected after his ridiculous comment about a kiss, already knew from the start with all of the trinkets he’s fetched for you, but the thought that he didn’t know already… poor thing.

So, you tell him that you already do, that you have for a while, it’s just that maybe suggesting you blow him before offering a proper date is more than a little inappropriate. Not that having your overgrown suitor chasing your heels is any less.

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numberoneasmogirlfriend · 5 months

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Venting to the brothers

My favourites are so obvious, so sorry :(

CW:mentions of su1c1de, mentions of sh, mentions of SA (let me know if i missed something). This probably won't be all comfort and such, but just my thoughts on how would they react, read at ur own risk, not proofread.

U seemed more distant today, and spent most of the day in the library. When *character* saw u in the corner, knees by ur chest and tears rolling down ur cheeks. "What happened, MC?"

LUCIFER

I feel like he wouldnt be good at talking about such matters, but he definitely is proud that u feel comfortable enough to tell him about whatever traumatic/hard events u went thru.

He'll probably be checking up on u more frequently and try to see anything that's concerning in ur behaviour.

I think that he would say things along "i understand it's hard for u, but please don't dwell on the past". He'll try to distract u from these thoughts. If u show him healed self harm scars he will make u promise on never doing that again. And if he sees u breaking the promise? Get ready for a lecture.

MAMMON

He's a sweetheart. He'll hug u as tight as he can, maybe even cry if u say something about ending it all or something. If u tell him about being touched inappropriately, he'll get mad and probably tell u how he would tear whoever dared to lay a finger on u limb by limb. Also, he's the type of guy to kiss ur scars.

He'll try to spend as much time with u as possible so he can make sure ure feeling okay. If he sees u crying, he will take u to a more secluded area (if ure comfortable with that) and just support u thru it.

LEVIATHAN

I feel like at first he would be kinda avoiding u because he doesn't want to hurt u. But he'll still give/recommend shows and games, but will be very carefully picking them so there's no themes that might upset u.

Will try to distract u with gaming. If hes sure ure okay with him joking about ur trauma, he'll definitely use the "villain origin story". Will patch up ur sh with these cute bandaids, so you'll see something nice instead of doing it again.

SATAN

Will be mad that it happened to u. He just hates seeing people close to him suffering. But he hates being the reason of suffering more so he tries to keep calm.

"do u wanna stay alone?" "What can i do to help u?". If u can't get out the things that happened, he'll try to guess so u can just shake ur head "yes" or "no". Will be very cautious and carefull and just acting like he wishes somebody would comfort him. He'll also be very quiet i think. He would barely speak, but his actions already told more than words ever could.

ASMODEUS

Would listen to u and then proceed to recitate a paragraph about how ur body is still perfect and ur personality is even better and that he'll love u forever so don't u dare speak bad about urself.

"shh cutie, let me wipe off ur makeup". If ure comfortable with it, he'll sit u down in his bathtub and try to soothe u. Warm water with lavender, calming bath salts. So many scents but somehow it doesn't overwhelm u. He will put away his usual flirty and dirty-minded self and treat ur problems very seriously.

BEELZEBUB

Another sweetheart. Like Satan, it hurts seeing u being hurt. Will try to distract u with food, even sharing his favourite burgers with u.

He'll listen to u with tears forming in his eyes, and asking if he can hug u. Will press ur head against his heart, trying to take away these memories.

Would cuddle u whenever he can, if u let him of course.

BELPHEGOR

He does not know how to react. I swear he tries his best, but he just doesn't know. Probably will just be silent and sit next to u, giving u a shoulder to cry on.

"let's take a nap, you'll feel better".

I think he is gonna talk about it, but later when he gets his thoughts in order. Will be very careful and empathetic. He can kinda relate after all.

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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 12

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you! (:

This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.

The events are not entirely similar from the series.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

18+ NSFW

Word count: 4k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You're speechless.

He stands before you and holds out his hand to you.

Aemond wants to dance with you.

You don't seem to move at first, for some reason you can't move at all. Until Daemon nudges you lightly and barely noticeably with his elbow. He grins slightly without taking his eyes off the goblet he brings to his mouth.

Back in reality, you reach for his hand as if of your own accord. Immediately you feel a fire go through your whole body.

He holds your hand firmly, yet gently in his. He smiles shyly at you and leads you around the table, straight into the crowd. You are still speechless and cannot take your eyes off him.

Aemond dares to stand in the crowd with you, to embrace you and want to dance with you. Ever since he reached out to you, you feel like all the eyes in the hall are on you. You have never seen Aemond so willing to attract the public's attention.

He puts his hand on your waist and presses you tightly against him, his other hand holds your hand up. You put your hand on his shoulder.

You look him in the eye. He visibly swallows. As the music starts, Aemond leads you across the dance floor without a hitch. Every step is on point and you are almost impressed. You feel your body heat up as he guides you across the ball floor. You are lost in his beautiful purple eye and take in his scent. His scent, which you've been missing for days. And yet it seems that none of you dares to speak first.

Until he seeks your gaze with his eye, "Y/N I'm.. so sorry. I'm ashamed... I am ashamed that I made you feel that I was dishonest with you."

He sighs and his gaze flits briefly to the crowd, "That you had to see that kiss... I'm disgusted with myself."

You look at him, tears welling up in your eyes, he continues, "I assure you I pushed her away. Too late… Yes. But I pushed her away." His gaze is firmly fixed on you again.

"You... You pushed her away?", you whisper. He nods at you.

"Alys means nothing to me anymore. There was a time when she was close to me. But… she was never as close to me as you are. Since I found out weeks ago that you were coming here, my thoughts have… have only been about you. My wish to see you again... After all this time. I could think of nothing else but wanting to be close to you again."

You slide even closer to his body as you dance. He holds you close and looks at you gently.

"Yesterday, when I saw how close you were to the Stark Lord... I'm sorry, I couldn't bear it. I had to do something. I wanted to talk to you, but when you stood in front of me, almost crying... I couldn't say anything... I just wanted to hold you in my arms, but I couldn't."

Barely perceptible, he wipes away a tear running down your cheek with his hand.

"And… I haven't slept with you yet because it's important to me that it's perfect for you. Don't get me wrong... I want to make love to you. Oh, only the gods can guess how much I long to sleep with you. But I don't want to sleep with you out of temptation..." you interrupt him, "I don't want a perfect moment, Aemond... I want you."

You almost whisper the end.

He looks at you and barely noticeably shakes his head, "Y/N you don't know what that means. This moment is so important. For a woman even more than for a man. My important moment was in a brothel and it marks me to this day... and not in any positive way... " and again you interrupt him " Aemond... you are my perfect moment. No matter what the situation. With you... it's perfect. I trust you..."

He pauses for a moment. He must smile slightly. He leans lightly towards you and whispers in your ear, "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

You return his slight smile, "Then… just do it", you breathe.

He laughs briefly, "Oh, you really will be the death of me."

You lean against him, your face in the crook of his neck. You inhale his scent. How much you miss this... To be safe in Aemond's arms. Inhaling his unique scent.

Aemond can't help himself either and leans the side of his face carefully against your head.

You don't care what anyone else would say. You have had to do without his touch for too long.

After you have enjoyed your closeness for a while, you ask, "You can dance?"

He chuckles briefly, "Of course I can dance, I'm a prince after all. Just because I don't want to, doesn't mean I can't."

In response you press your face further into the crook of his neck.

"And furthermore, I didn't know any other way to help myself... I had to talk to the princess and… I had no other chance to get close to her...", he whispers softly in your ear.

You remove your face from his neck and look at him.

You have to smile slightly, "Aemond... Let's leave this stupid ball."

He looks at you, "Do I dance that badly?"

You have to laugh, "No. But I want to be alone with you... I've missed you."

He looks almost heartbroken as he finally nods.

He stops leading you across the dance floor and extends his arm to you. You are overjoyed to accept his invitation. As you take his arm, you lean close to his side.

As he leads you out of the hall, there are still a few pairs of eyes on you. Whether because you were dancing or because you were far too close to each other, you don't know.

But you couldn't care less.

Daemon's gaze meets Viserys'. Viserys nods at his brother with a smile and Daemon knows what that means.

He too has noticed how close you were. How much you enjoyed dancing close together.

Daemon has always known that you would have to wed someone someday. But still it pains him. It would be foolish to ignore any longer that you were likely to wed Aemond. What you feel for each other is probably more than a childhood love.

He leans towards Rhaenyra with a sigh and she looks at him, "I think we should prepare for our daughter to come to us soon with a request."

She looks at him questioningly, "What do you mean? Aemond?"

Daemon nods at her. Rhaenyra doesn't look happy, more worried.

Daemon gently takes her hand, "You know, there was nothing our daughter could do about it."

Rhaenyra looks at him.

"She's fallen for her uncle", Daemon smiles at her.

Rhaenyra has to suppress a smile.

"I am afraid for her. I'm not sure he's good for her."

Daemon sighs, "Who would have thought I'd be good for you? Try to look at it this way, the only good swordsman of the Targaryens, besides me of course, will consider it his life's work to protect our daughter."

She looks unconvinced, "Y/N is quite capable of protecting herself."

Daemon kisses her hand, "I am aware of that... But a capable man by her side, that can't hurt. I also think he's different with her. Almost tenderly... hopefully. And I trust her enough not to wed a tyrant."

"Let's hope so", Rhaenyra smiles slightly at Daemon.

After a short while she says to him, "I hope you realise that if he treats her badly, that I'll send you to him?“

He looks at her, one eyebrow raised, "I hope you are aware that I am on my way long before you can even send me."

Rhaenyra kisses Daemon gently.

Aemond has never led you anywhere so quickly.

He opens the door to his chambers and leads you inside. You stand in the middle of his chambers and look at each other. He swallows and reaches out for your hand. He holds it and strokes it gently with his thumb, with his other arm he embraces you. He simply holds you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck, hold yourself tightly against him. A tear leaves your eye. Not out of sadness, but rather out of the relieving feeling of being in his arms. You press your face into the crook of his neck again. A light sob escapes you as you inhale his scent. He just holds you and gently strokes your back.

"I'm so sorry Y/N...", he whispers in your ear. When he notices you sobbing again. Carefully taking your head from his shoulder, he holds your face in his hands and gently strokes away the tears, "No, my Love, please don't cry..."

You sob again, "... I... I thought I would never be here again... In your chambers... Just in your arms..."

He interrupts you with a gentle kiss. He leans his forehead against yours, "I would never have let you go..."

You just nod slightly.

"Come...", carefully he leads you to the bench in front of the fire.

You sit in front of the fire, he holds you tightly in his arms and gently caresses your arm.

Absently he looks into the fire.

You watch him discreetly... You have missed him. His beautiful face. These few days without him were hard for you to bear.

"It's rude to stare," you suddenly hear him say.

You bury your face in his shoulder and he chuckles lightly.

In time, you begin to caress his thigh. You draw light circles on his firm thighs with your fingers. You become more curious... Carefully, you let your fingers slide a little further upwards, still stroking him gently.

Slowly he turns his gaze away from the fire and looks at you from the side. But you do not return his gaze. You continue stroking until you are almost at his crotch. Your heart begins to pound harder and the thought of what you are about to touch makes you bite your lip.

"What are you up to?" he whispers in your ear.

Quietly you reply, "I... I want to do something good for you. You've only given me nice moments so far... beautiful feelings. I want to give you that too."

"Y/N, that was at least as nice for me... To be the first man to give you these feelings."

Nevertheless, you notice how the bulge in his crotch is getting bigger.

You look at him, "I want to be able to experience when you have such… beautiful feelings". He chuckles, gently strokes your cheek and kisses you passionately.

After a while you break the kiss. Unsure how to do it... what to do at all, you bite your lip.

"I'll show you what to do?" he asks you softly.

You nod slowly.

He kisses you again and carefully takes your hand, placing it right on his crotch.

A breath escapes your lips as you feel him. He is already hard. You look at him, he smirks.

He kisses you again and starts to move your hand on his crotch. Slowly you massage his length. You notice how his breathing quickens.

Aemond takes his hand off yours and starts to undo his belt. You continue to massage him, but interrupt the kiss. You want to see him.

He sits up for a moment and pulls his trousers down to the back of his knees. When he leans back again, you see him for the first time.

Unconsciously you swallow and bite your lip. Aemond caresses your cheek and pulls your chin up, he kisses you again. Between kisses he breathes, "Go on, touch him."

You look at him, a little unsure. But you dare, slowly you close your hand around his hard length.

He gasps briefly and closes his eyes. He puts his hand on yours and guides it. Slowly he lets it slide up and down. He squeezes a little harder and tells you, "You can press harder". You follow his lead. As you let your hand wander down his hot length, you notice him getting even bigger and harder.

He begins to moan and lets your hands slide up and down faster. This deep moan sends a wave of arousal through you. You feel yourself getting wet and you press your thighs together to at least try to get some satisfaction.

You take the lead and let your hand slide along him on its own. He groans again and reaches out with his hands beside him. He squeezes your knee, which is lying next to him on the bench. You can't help but kiss him. Greedily he kisses you back. The sounds of your kisses and moans fill his chambers.

Suddenly you notice your fingers getting a little wet. You look down and see little drops coming out of him. A light, clear liquid spreads over your fingers and his hard, pulsating length.

At this sight, the feeling rises in you that you must have more. You look up at him for a moment, his head leaning back, his eye closed. His breathing is rapid and interrupted by moans. He is so beautiful.

"I want to taste you," it escapes you.

He looks up, out of breath. His eye is dark, full of lust. He kisses you passionately.

"Just before I'm done... Then you can taste me...", he replies out of breath.

You look a little irritated, but you nod slowly.

Not for a second did you stop your movement. Aemond puts his head back again.

You look down again and something else occurs to you.

Carefully you slide down to the floor and push his legs a little apart. He looks down at you and gasps, "What are you doing?"

Sitting on your knees between his legs, you look at him, don't answer and just smirk slightly.

Your hand closes around him and you begin to slide it up and down his full length again. A deep grumble arises inside him and he watches you, full of lust.

Slowly you lean forward and you let your tongue wander along his shaft. Aemond moans loudly. When you reach the top, you surround the shaft with your lips and suck gently on it. He hisses, "Oh seven hells..., Y/N!"

With a "plop" you let him slide out, breathing heavily. You look at him, "You have to show me..." he just nods.

He leans in for a moment and kisses you. He lets himself fall back, strokes your cheek lightly with one hand. His hand wanders gently to the back of your head and presses it down lightly.

"Be careful with your teeth. Wrap your lips over your teeth," he whispers.

Your mouth closes around his cock, carefully he pushes your head down and up again. Delicately you let your lips glide over his length. This feeling makes the arousal between your legs flare up even more. You moan out.

Aemond responds with a twitch that travels once through his cock.

He whispers, "Take him... as far... into your mouth... as you can manage. Use...your hand...to help."

You try to take him all the way into your mouth, but he is too big. You gag for a moment, but you don't stop. And again you feel him twitch.

With one hand you grab the part of the length that doesn't fit in your mouth and you start stroking him. You squeeze him lightly and Aemond moans.

He lightly thrusts his hips rhythmically towards you. His hips tremble slightly as he controls the urge to rut into your throat.

A load of wetness leaks out of you and it would be a pure miracle if you didn't already have your underwear completely soaked. With rhythmic movements you try to satisfy your arousal. His breath is getting faster and faster, you can't help but moan again.

You let your mouth slide up and down faster. In your mouth you feel his length growing even bigger and you taste him a little.

You love it.

He carefully takes your free hand and guides it to his balls, he almost whispers between his gasps, "Squeeze them gently."

You follow his instruction. Tenderly you let your fingers wander over his balls, squeezing gently as you suck greedily on his cock. "You look so… beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he whispers breathlessly.

His cock twitches more and more and the grumbling deep in his chest doesn't let up.

His hand first glides gently through your hair until he suddenly grabs hold of you and holds you tightly while his cock disappears almost completely into your mouth. This sight makes him come almost immediately. "Fuck, Fuck... Fuck! Y/N, take him all the way in your mouth... oh Fuuck, take all of me."

Suddenly he grips your hair tighter, his other hand claws into the sofa and you notice a violent twitch go through his balls and cock. You increase the tempo once more and suck eagerly on his cock. Aemond grips your hair even tighter as he inhales sharply, a moan caught in his throat.

His thighs tremble slightly. "In a moment... there will be a liquid in your mouth... swallow what you can..."

Then he moans loudly and your name passes his lips countless times.

With one last thrust from his hip, Aemond squirts his hot cum into your mouth, right down your throat. You have a large amount of liquid in your mouth and you try to swallow it all down. A little liquid runs down your lips, but you don't stop sucking and swallowing until you notice Aemond's grip on your hair loosening.

Slowly you lift your head up and wipe your lips with your hand.

Aemond's head is leaning back, his eye is closed. He gasps to himself, but he smiles.

You look at him for a moment. You have to smile. Carefully you stand up and then straddle his waist. He looks up and smiles at you, his hands find their way to your hips, he caresses you. You kiss each other gently.

"You taste delicious", you say with a smile on your lips.

He laughs briefly.

You kiss him again.

The next morning you wake up in your chambers. Aemond has spent the night in his chambers. You thought it wiser not to spend the night together, as the servants would come early in the morning to fetch your luggage. So that the carriages can be loaded for the hunt.

However, he did not miss the opportunity to accompany you to your chambers and kiss you passionately goodbye as well as gently caress your cheek.

You have to smile at the thought of your last evening. To feel him... and tasting... it was indescribably beautiful.

The heaviness of the last few days that lay on your chest has almost disappeared. You were hurt and yet missed Aemond at the same time. You are still not comfortable with Alys presence at court. You would prefer it if she would just leave.

But now Aemond is by your side again. You know how he feels about Alys and that nothing happened between them. At least not in the last few days... and apart from that kiss... You push the thought aside.

And again, you have to think of all the accidents that can happen during a hunt in the forest, and that makes the feeling of Alys presence a little more bearable.

Yet he went to the effort of dancing with you in public and explaining himself.... You're glad he reached out to you. And that your father talked to you. Almost stood up for Aemond...

You are jolted out of your thoughts when there is a knock at your door

"Yes?" you call out.

The door opens and four servants step inside. They curtsey slightly and the one speaks to you "Princess Y/N, we are to fetch your clothes and other things to load them into the carriages."

You slowly sit up in bed, "Yes, that's fine. There are two boxes next to the door. Please take them and load them."

The servants curtsey again and take the boxes. After you have bathed and dressed, you go to breakfast.

Your family is already gathered and light conversation fills the hall. Aemond is also at the table and your eyes meet.

You have to smile and bite your lower lip lightly. Even as you look away, Aemond is still looking at you with a smile.

Daemon notices and looks at you with a raised eyebrow as you sit down next to him. You kiss his cheek lightly, followed by a quiet "Daddy."

After a few more glances between you and Aemond, Daemon decides to tease you.

He looks at you from the side and turns to the family, "Did everyone have a restful sleep?"

You look at him confused. Even your mother looks at him irritated, "Since when do you care whether your fellow men have slept well?"

He shrugs slightly, "I don't know, I was walking along the corridor leading to the princes' chambers last night and heard unusual noises. So I was worried that not everyone had had a relaxing night's rest."

You choke slightly and have to cough, your gaze goes forward to Aemond. His eye is wide open, but he quickly regains his composure and looks unimpressed.

You look at your father, who smiles at you.

He wasn't near the chambers last night, why should he be? But he wanted to know if you were there. Just as you are about to answer, you hear Aemond's voice.

"Thank you for asking uncle, but don't worry, I really was able to sleep very relaxed."

Everyone at the table is now looking in Aemond's direction. No one says anything. Aegon even looks relatively amused and drinks his wine with relish. There is far too much surprise that Aemond and Daemon are talking to each other.

Daemon has to suppress a chuckle and replies, "Yes, I can imagine that only too well."

You look down at your plate and try to finish your breakfast as quickly as possible.

While standing in the courtyard, you watch absently as the carriages are loaded.

Your brothers look forward to the hunt. Your father does the same and looks forward to the wine.

Drinking wine, riding through the woods and killing animals. Except for the wine drinking, it doesn't sound very enticing to you.

Suddenly you hear a soft "My Love" in your ear. You turn around and see Aemond. You blush slightly, without knowing exactly why. Aemond has to smile in response.

You stand close together, "You'll come hunting as well?"

He nods slightly, "Of course. I am the king's son. My brother and sister are to be celebrated with this hunt... And I can't leave you alone in the wilderness after all." He smiles at you. Oh how you missed that smile.

"Well, she's not all alone, I'm still here too."

Aemond's jaw stiffens and as you look over Aemond's shoulder you see Rob.

"Rob," you smile at him. He smiles back and winks at you.

"Mmm, that's right. There are still dogs needed for the hunt", Aemond turns slowly in Rob's direction, his hand resting on your lower back. You whisper warningly to him, "Aemond..."

Rob chuckles slightly, "That's all right. After all, women like to bring the dogs to bed with them at night. That keeps them... warm".

You notice how Aemond stiffens. You also notice how the whole situation recharges.

"Rob? I'll see you later, yeah?", Rob smiles and gives you a quick nod.

You take Aemond by the arm and lead him away.

You stop in front of the royal carriages, the first ones already boarding them.

Aemond caresses your cheek.

You lean into the touch, "I don't like that we can't travel together."

He chuckles softly, "I'll see you when we arrive."

You nod at him. Aemond's gaze wanders briefly and no one seems to be looking, he takes your hand and gently kisses the inside of your wrist. You smile.

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aanoia · 9 months

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rip james potter I believe he would’ve loved taylor swift and for some reason I associate him specifically with London Boy so can you write something w that plsss I love ur writing

YES james would be a swiftie and everyone knows it. I rly hope I did this justice bc there are so so many lyrics, t swizzle makes it so difficult sometimes

London Boy

James Potter x reader words; 2255 song; London Boy by T Swizzle warnings; none rly, js a douchy Ravenclaw my masterlist Remus is Elvis, James is Taylor, Sirius is Lana. PROVE ME WRONG. u cant. anyway, i tried making pancakes for breakfast (at 1pm) and it did not go well. I used three pans and burned multiple pancakes but oh well if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. HAVE FUN

(I've used this gif so many times and idec)

(We can go driving in, on my scooter)

(Ah, you know, just 'round London)

I love my hometown

As much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen

Faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

Transfering from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts was quite a difficult thing to do. The culture shock, the stares, the comments on your accent, everything. It was so much different and dare I say, maybe even better. But that’s mostly because every pretty girl and cute boy you saw had such a dreamy accent you fell in love on the spot.

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples ﬁrst and then I heard the accent

I abruptly stopped walking as the most beautiful sound on Earth filled my ears.

“Y/n?” My new friend and roommate, Lily, asked.

“Who is making that sound?” I asked, peaking around the corner. His bright smile and adorable dimples made my heart speed up as Lily looked over my shoulder and scoffed.

“He’s not worth it, Y/n. That’s James Potter, he's a total dick.” She said, pulling me back but I froze again as his voice filled my ears. I looked at Lily with an open mouthed smile and she shook her head at me, fighting off a small smile of her own and grabbing my arm, dragging me away.

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” Sirius joked as Y/n sauntered away, her usual smirk still on her face despite being rejected for the thousandth time.

James threw a piece of toast at his face, “Shut it, Pads.”

“I don’t understand.” Remus started. “You obviously like her, why do you keep saying no?”

“He likes the attention, duh.” Peter spoke up with a teasing smile. James rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

“Maybe it is a little nice to finally receive the same attention I used to give out, but is that so wrong?” He asked and Remus shook his head.

“Well, I think it is. It wore down on you, Prongs. And you know it. Eventually, it started to hurt you a lot, who says that’ll be different for her?”

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

“I’m actually really glad I finally said yes.” James said as we sat in the Three Broomsticks.

I snorted, “Me too. We Americans know how to date, alright. With me, you’ll have the time of your life.”

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you

I smiled widely as I made eye contact with James from across the classroom. He blushed and winked, before scribbling down on a piece of parchment, balling it up and throwing it to me. I unfolded the paper and smiled at the writing. Wanna go out? Yes ☐, Yes ☐ I laughed quietly and wrote down my answer, throwing it back and almost hitting another student in the head.

He frowned at my answer and I winked back, making him shake his head with a silent laugh.

Nope ☑

Took me back to Highgate

Met all of his best mates

“I will beat you, silly American.” Sirius seethed, scanning the chess board as I sat, smirking widely.

“Nah, you won’t, Brit.”

“Y/n, you should really give me your notes for Potions, I fell asleep.” Peter said with a sheepish smile and I motioned towards my bag, not taking my eyes off the board.

“I finished the book.” Remus said, coming into the common room. “Thank you for letting me borrow it, Y/n. It was a truly amazing book, and your annotations made it even better.” He said, setting the book on my bag and I gave him a thumbs up.

My smirk grew as I met Sirius’ eyes.

He shook his head, “Don’t you dare.” I opened my mouth. “Y/n, don’t say it. Don’t do i-”

“Checkmate.” He groaned in annoyance and flipped the board. I giggled as I picked up the pieces, proud of my win. Little did I know James watched me with a fond smile as he witnessed me interact so greatly with the people that meant most to him. Next stop, his parents.

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you, ooh

“Hello, dears. Come on in.” James’ mother said with a warm smile and I nodded, stepping into her cozy home with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” I said kindly and she waved me off.

“Please, the pleasure is all mine. When I found out my little Jamesie finally got himself a girlfriend I was ecstatic!” She giggled and James groaned.

“Mom!”

And now I love high tea

Stories from Uni and the West End

You can ﬁnd me in the pub

We are watchin' rugby with his school friends

“No, no, no- ahh damnit.” I groaned, the Quidditch team I rooted for losing the game in anger as Sirius cheered.

“Yes! Take that, Miss America!” Sirius boasted and I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder roughly.

“You’re an ass, Black.” I said with a smile so he knew I was joking.

Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride

Babes, don't threaten me with a good time

“Let’s dance.” I said, standing up from the ground and brushing myself off before offering my hand to James.

“In the rain?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

I nodded, “Yes. In the rain.”

James laughed and shook his head before taking my hand and lifting himself up. “May I have this dance, m’lady?”

“Why of course, kind sir.”

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English (THE BEST PART OF THIS SONG)

“You guys, I’m gonna be so for real with y’all here, I will never get tired of hearing your voices.” I said seriously and everyone burst out laughing. I shrugged, “I’m serious-” I pointed at Sirius who opened his mouth to make a joke. “Don’t even think about it. But, if I could listen to you guys 24/7 I would, other than Sirius of course. His voice makes me wanna stab my ears with a butter knife.”

“You’re mean.” Sirius pouted and James placed a big kiss on my cheek with a proud smile.

“That’s my girl.” He said proudly.

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you

“Dude.” I said to James as we laid on our stomachs in the common room, the fire crackling next to us.

“Dude.” He responded, a lazy smile on his lips.

“I like, hm, how do you English put it?” I feigned thinking for a second and gasped. “Ah yes, I like, fancy you or something.”

“Or something?” He asked.

“Mhm.” I hummed.

He lifted up on his elbows, resting his chin in his hand. “Well, I like, fancy you or something, too.”

Took me back to Highgate

Met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you

“Do you miss Ilvermorny?” James asked quietly as we cuddled on his bed, the only sound being Sirius’ soft snores.

“Sometimes. I miss my friends mostly.” I told him and he hummed.

“If you had the opportunity to go back, would you? Like completely move back and start attending Ilvermorny again.”

I thought about it for a second before shaking my head, despite James not being able to see it, “No. I wouldn’t. There’s this boy here-”

James laughed quietly, “Oh really?”

“Yep.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Well, he’s super super cute and his voice is music to my ears, I’m telling you. He’s also super good at Quidditch and because of that he's got thunder thighs and thick thighs save lives.” He laughed, trying to muffle it so his friends didn’t wake up. “He’s just amazing. So I wouldn’t want to leave him, or any of the new friends I’ve made.”

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

“Uh, excuse me, why are you bothering my girlfriend?” James asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and I deflated, instantly feeling comfort.

The Ravenclaw boy in front of us scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry. Didn’t know you guys were dating, though, Y/n, you could do much better than this Gryffindor slug.” He shrugged and James tensed.

“You littl-”

“James.” I said, placing my hand on his arm. “He’s not worth it, take a chill pill.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Listen to your little bitch.” The Ravenclaw said, turning around and walking back to his snickering friends.

I pulled my wand out quickly and muttered a quick spell at his back, causing him to fly forward, knocking over him and his friends who all groaned in pain on the floor. I looked up with a smirk and made eye contact with Professor McGonagall, my smile dropped. She glanced at the knocked over boys and then back at me, winking and walking away as if she didn’t see a thing.

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.” Dumbledore said with a smile on the stage. “The Yule King and Queen.” He opened the envelope slowly, dragging it out as long as he could. His smile widened as he read the winners. “James Potter and Y/n L/n, except, Y/n is our King and James is our Queen.” The students laughed loudly as James and I high fived, planning it all along.

We walked onto the stage and got our crowns before bowing dramatically to the crowd who chanted our names, hands in the air. Dumbledore shook his head in amusement, his own laughs falling from his lips.

“Oh, children.” He muttered, walking off the stage.

'Cause you know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Soho, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you (you)

“Are you ready?” James asked, mounting his broom and giving me his signature smile.

I shook my head, “Nope. I don’t trust you one bit, James. You’re gonna kill me, I’ve seen how you fly.” I said, taking a step away from the broom.

James held out his hand, “Come on, don’t be a wuss.” I sighed and got on the broom behind him, immediately wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. He laughed and flew up in the air. “This is something I could get used to.” He said and I could hear his smile.

“Me too.”

Took me back to Highgate

Met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you)

“So, James, will you marry me?” I said on my knee and James snorted.

“You’re such a dork.” He teased and also got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket.

“No shit, you copycat.” I said with a smile as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful ruby ring.

“Y/n, I’ll marry you if you marry me.” He said and I nodded.

“It’s a deal then.”

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

(Boy, boy, I fancy you, oh whoa, oh, oh)

“Hello, Harry.” I whispered quietly to my newborn, gently brushing the little bit of hair he had out of his face.

“You two are so beautiful.” James said from my side, admiring his son.

“He’s gonna be British.” I said with a smile and James snorted. “I’ve always wanted a little British baby.”

“You are so weird.”

I kissed James, “You love me.”

“I do.”

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you

(Wanna be with you)

(I fancy you, yeah, I fancy you)

“Bye, Harry! Have fun!” I yelled out, pushing down my tears as eleven year old Harry boarded the Hogwarts express for the first time. “Be safe!” I sighed as the train took off and spun the ring on my finger.

“I hope those twins let him help with pranks. You know I slipped them the map.” James said from beside me and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“You what?”

He nodded proudly, “Yep. I slipped the Marauders map into George's bag. Or was it Fred? You know, I really have no clue with those two.”

I snorted and patted his shoulder, turning around to walk out of the platform, but yelped as I was pulled back. James turned me around and planted a fat kiss on my lips, a smile evident on his face.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine, “Let’s have another kid.”

I snorted, “Two of you are enough, I don’t need a third.”

“That sounded like a yes.”

“It sounded like a no.”

It apparently was a yes.

Ooh wooh ooh

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moonbyulsstuff · 1 year

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feel free to ignore this if you are not comfortable with this. May i ask Gun, Jihan & Hudson x female reader received sexual messages from an unknown number (like asking for their breast and butt measurements or asking nude photos) and she scared so she asked her boyfriend for help, how world they react ? Have a nice day/good night.

How They Would React When You Received A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

Hudson Ahn:

[Name] eyes widened at the text, [Name] felt incredibly disgusting at the text that she had received.

A unknown had sent [Name] a message, asking for a nude photo. And they were basically threatening her, like threatening to coming her house, and doing unspeakable things to her if her don't comply.

[Name] was basically shaking at this point, they felt like throwing up.

Hudson walked into their bed room and saw [Name] shaking while looking at their phone, he wondered on what was going on and walked towards her.

"Is something wrong [Name]?" He called out when his eyes widened when he saw the frightened look on her face. "What happened? Is something wrong?" Hudson asked holding her shoulders.

"Hudson..." His heart ached when he saw [Name] teary eyes, he caress her face. "What is it? Did something happened? You can tell me." [Name] burst out cry8ing while handing him her phone.

Hudson looked at it before taking the phone and looking at the contents.

He swore he saw red as he saw more and more texts were being to his, HIS GIRLFRIEND, he tighten his grip on the phone before calming himself down and looking down at his terrified, crying girlfriend.

"Shh, it's going to be alright. this guy won't bother you, I'll handle it dear." Hudson comforted her throughout until she eventually fell asleep, he pulled the covers on her and looked back at the phone.

Well, he already thought of a plan to teach this guy a lesson.

"Hehehe, I can't believe it." The guy said while looking at the photo he received from the number he got, he licked his lips, as he was now in the alleyway, since the girl had asked him to meet her.

She had sent him a picture of her body, not showing her face at all but he doesn't mind. "I'm so lucky today!" He cackled as he then heard someone calling out to him.

He looked to where the voice was and saw a beautiful woman, standing by. "Are you...?" She asked while showing "her" phone and text messages, he nodded vigorously.

"It's him." She looked to the side, confusing him but it turned to fear once he saw three intimidating guys come out.

"So... this is the guy?"

Jackie asked walking closer to the guy who was shaking. "So this is the despicable bastard..." Channing said while cracking his knuckles.

"Well, then I'll be going. You better pay me double."

The woman said as Hudson nodded and handed her [Name] home and walking away, the guy was shivering in his shoes. He didn't know what was going on.

"U-Ummm... did I do something wro- AGH!" Channing gripped his mouth. "Oi oi, don't act like you did something wrong, you fucking bastard." Channing tightened his grip as the guy felt like he's going to gte killed.

"Let me talk to him." "Alright."

Hudson had the guy backed up in the corner while Jackie and Channing were guarding the area, the guy gulped. "If I ever did something wrong, I'll pay you, I swe- ACCCHHH!!" The guy yelled out in pain.

"Oi, nothing you pay will ever bring my girlfriend comfort after what you did."

The guys eyes widened. "O-OH! That was your girlfriend, I didn't know, I swear!" He pleaded. "Oh, that was not my girlfriend, the owner of this phone number, IS MY GIRLFRIEND. How fucking dare you asked her for this..." Hudson said, as he was seeing red after remembering [Name] scared face.

"You are dead." "AAAGHHHHH!"

Jihan Kwak:

"EEEWWWWW!!" Jihan flinched when he heard the yell coming from the living room, he went back inside the house and saw his girlfriend looking at her phone with disgust, he rasied an eyebrow and walked towards her.

"What's wrong babe?" Jihan asked sitting down next to her and wrapped his arm around her, she looked at him mortified and then showed her phone to him.

JIhan eyes widened as he stood up. "What the fuck?!" He yelled out as [Name] crossed her arms and sighed. "I know right?" Jihan was basically tightening his grip on her phone.

"What the fuck is this?! Only I can have pictures of your boobs!" "Okay, shut the fuck up and I know that. But what type of person asked someone for a boob pic?" "Probably someone who had never luck with girls." The two laughed as Jihan looked back at the text messages as a smirk went across his face and then looked at [Name].

"Hey, I have a plan."

So, the past few days. Jihan and [Name] had been texting the mysterious guy. [Name] had "teasing" the mysterious guy, not wanting to send a him... ehem, pic and will only send it after they met.

And one day, when the guy finally had enough. He asked to meet up which [Name] agrees and Jihan was ready to beat up the guy for asking his girlfriend boob photos.

Jihan opened the door and saw [Name] dressing up, he felt jealous bubbling inside of him. Seeing his precious girlfriend dressing up for some guys that he was going to beat up later, it frustrated him.

[Name] saw him frowning from the mirror, she chuckled and sat up and walked towards JIhan and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Aww, are you jealous Ji-han?" She teased as Jihan pouted and looked to the side.

"Of course, I would be." "Don't worry, you will get a reward later." -

Jihan watches from the wall as [Name] approached the guy, he tighten his fist and gritted his teeth as he watched the excited look on his face when he saw his girlfriend.

Then he saw the signal, and swooped in. He punch the guy in the face, causing him to fall down on the ground.

"Oi, oi. You bastard." Jihan picked him by the collar. "Did you actually think that you would get girls by this way? You sicko." He glared at him making him squeak.

He punched him in the face as he fell down back on the ground, the guy looked up and saw [Name] on top of him. She was glaring hard at him.

"Did you actually think I would enjoy this? There's no way in life that a girl would be with you, you pathetic low-life bitch."

She stood up and kicked him in the stomach and continued doing so, Jihan licked his lips after seeing how hot his girlfriend looks right now.

After [Name] felt like she was satisfied, and walked away from the guy.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll show the text messages that you had sent me. you freak."

Gun Park:

[Name] mindlessly looked at the message that she had received about a minute ago, she sighed and stood up and went to the bed room.

Gun was sitting down on the bed while looking at the files that he had received, [Name] crawled towards him catching Gun attention. He looked up. "[Name], what is it?" He asked as [Name] showed him the contents.

He scanned through the text messages, he sighed and pulled his girlfriend closer to him and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll deal with him." [Name] nodded and snuggled against his body.

Grunts were heard throughout the warehouse, Gun watched in amusement, it was easy to find out the guys location thanks to Kouji after paying him a hefty amount of money.

Gun signal them to stop and they did so, Gun walked closer to the guy on the floor and kneeled down.

"I think number xxx-xxx-x98 sounds familiar right?"

The guys wondered on but he felt a dreaded feeling inside of him. "That's my girlfriend you, and how dare you send her a text, wanting a nude photo?" Gun said with glare as he gripped the guy hair.

"I'll make sure you never do that again."

"Gun?" He looked up as he saw [Name] standing by the hallway, he walked up to her and hugged her tight.

"Why'd you arrive home so late?"

"Sorry, I got caught at something." [Name] hummed and leaned against his touch. "Did you took care of it?" She asked as Gun hummed and nodded. "Of course, that guy won't bother you anymore." [Name] smiled and kissed him.

"Thank you."

#lookism #webtoon #🌙moonbyulsstuff works #x female reader #female reader #requested #scenarios #gun park #hudson ahn #jihan kwak #lookism x female reader #gun x female reader #hudson ahn x female reader #jihan kwak x female reader

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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pairings: josh x reader x jake

tags: angry twins🥰 , threesome, degradation, a lot of praise, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex,

word count: 4.6k

summary: you end up staying late in the studio with jake and josh, and things get tense

notes: no twincest obv !! but if twins x reader is not ur thing pls don’t read. i see this as sort of an extension of the malibu stuff so they’re all familiar w each other already.

also if u know me no you definitely don’t <3 this is filthy oops

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“No—fuck, Josh, no, that sounds like shit.”

He took his finger off the intercom button and slumped his shoulders forward.

Jake had spent the better half of the last hour shaking his head. Everything was no, wrong, not quite, fuck, no—

It wasn’t going well.

He was sitting in the rolling chair with his head in his hands. He rubbed his face and took a breath, some cleansing sort of motion.

Josh walked back into the control room, shutting the soundproof door behind him a little too hard. You winced.

“Fuck you, Jake. You wanna try? You wanna sing the fuckin’ song?”

He wasn’t angry—close, maybe, yes—but more frustrated than anything.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Jake held a palm up and sighed, “The whole reason we’re still here this late is to get this shit. We have to get it,”

Everyone else had left the studio hours ago, either too tired to keep going, or having already finished their work for the day. As usual, the twins were insistent upon committing to the creative process, and so they were here.

So were you, then, partly for the motivation and partly because you enjoyed just spending time with them. They were tired though, and probably hungry, and so things were feeling generally dismal.

Josh plopped himself down on the loveseat in the corner, laying on his back, and pushed his face into the corner of his elbow.

“I know we have to get it, Jake, do you think I’m just dicking around?”

Jake settled for rolling his eyes.

You sat silently in the chair beside Jake, tempted to move one or two of the sliding buttons on the panel before you. You wouldn’t dare, though, not right now, for fear that you may lose a hand.

They weren’t really like that—they probably couldn’t yell at you if they tried, not really. But they were unpleasant when they were mad. Too stubborn for their own good, too picky to settle for less than perfect, and too damn critical of themselves and the other guy.

So you sat quiet, gave small praises where you could, sipped your drink. And watched.

Because maybe they were unpleasant when they were like this, but fuck if they didn’t look a little nice with their brows furrowed down, biting a lip here and there, jaws and hands tensing.

“You wanna try your shit?” Josh murmured, sounding defeated.

“Yeah.” Jake huffed a heavy sigh out and got up from the chair in a sudden motion, also slamming the door on his way out.

You watched him take his place on the stool in the room across the plexiglass. He grabbed the Les Paul with some amount of determination and found the cord nearby on an amp. He plugged it in with little finesse, and then focused closely on the tuning pegs, twisting them so slightly you wondered how it was doing anything, or how he knew what sounded best.

He looked up briefly then, and met your eyes. He gave a curt not. You gave a meek smile back.

He softened for a second, and gave the quickest of winks. You bit back a smile as he turned his head down to the fretboard.

Unfortunately, the tender moment was brief—about ten seconds in to whatever Jake was attempting, there was an abrupt squeak of a note that clearly did not belong, and Josh stood up from the loveseat.

“For fucks’s sake,” he breathed. He moved to the rolling chair Jake had been in and held down the intercom button, talking into the mic. He leaned forward, bracing his elbow on the panel board.

“I thought you said we have to get it, Jake,” he bit out, and you held back a gasp.

Your eyes flitted to Jake, trying to be subtle.

You couldn’t hear Jake, but you could see him spit out a “Fuck you,”

He didn’t look like he was teasing—his brows stayed furrowed, and he shook his head, seemingly at himself.

Josh slumped back in his chair and rubbed his face.

Softly, you spoke up, “You okay?”

Josh sighed, drawing his hand from his face gradually, before landing it in his lap. He was wearing these pants you loved—patchwork cotton. Very peace, love, and unity. His shirt was plain black, but it still hugged him nicely.

“Somethin’ like that,” Josh answered you, gruff.

You spun in your chair a bit, trying to move the air in the stiff room.

“You know you’ll get it,” you encouraged, “You know he’ll get it.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” you murmured, a little hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, I know. Just doesn’t feel that way til it actually happens,”

You nodded.

Jake started again, smooth and easy. You smiled at the wonderous way he had with the instrument—it sounded fucking great, which checked out with him being a grammy-winning artist and all, but still, it was different to hear it so raw. No matter how many times he played in front of you, it was hypnotizing.

He got into it, then, closing his eyes and scrunching up his face how he did, tapping his foot, and—

The string snapped with a startling twang, coiling up to lash at his hand before flopping lifeless in the air. You tensed.

“Fuck!” You could see him yell, and in a swift motion he was up, kicking the stool, ripping the cord out of the cable jack, shoving the guitar into its stand, and—

“Gotta be fucking joking, gotta be fucking joking,” Josh smacked his hand down on his knee, “That’s great—“

Jake yanked opened the booth door, not bothering to shut it behind him,

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he stared, sitting on the loveseat, “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I don’t wanna deal with it, I—“

“It’s a fucking string, Jake, just go change it—“

“No,” Jake pointed a finger at him, “No, Josh, you’re not gonna tell me what to do when you can’t sing the goddamn lyrics that are written on a piece of paper—“

“Are you serious?” Josh stood with his hands up at his sides, “Are you fucking serious, Jake? You know I have to focus on what the hell I sound like while I’m reading these fucking lyrics we wrote only four hours—“

“That’s your fucking job!”

“Hey!” You snapped, and their eyes bolted to you in a panic, like they forgot you were there. “What the hell? Are you two professional muscians or not? What the hell is this?“ You waved your hands in the air as to demonstrate your point.

They looked stunned, blinking at you. Josh stayed quiet. You looked at Jake, then, who was grinning slowly.

There was a long beat of silence.

“Well,” Jake said, letting his palms fall down against his lap, “Angel has something to say, huh?”

You swallowed, gauging his tone. You hadn’t heard it before. Then again, you can’t remember ever seeing him this irritated before, much less while you were involved.

“You wanna help, huh, sweetheart?” Jake grinned. He sounded on edge, with a high pitch in his voice that you identified to be suppressed frustration.

“I…” you didn’t know where you were going with your response.

“Come here, then,” he patted his thigh, motioning you over to him with his other hand. He rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek: something that made your stomach turn with equal parts nervousness and intrigue.

“What…” you cursed yourself for all the half-assed sentences. This was new territory, though..

“You heard me,” he nodded, “Come sit,”

He slid down a bit, spreading his legs in a display of masculine possessiveness. You would have thought it was slightly humorous any other time, but now it was just hot.

Your eyes flitted over to a silent Josh, hoping to find some sort of clue to understand what was unfolding.

“Don’t look at him,” Jake interrupted your thought. Your head snapped back to him. His eyes were dark. “Don’t look at him,” he repeated. His voice was low, and it was apparent, now, his intentions, “Be good and come here.”

Partly because you didn’t want him to have to repeat himself, and partly because you were suddenly very turned on, you made your way to him and straddled his lap.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jake smirked, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. A gesture so gentle, it contradicted his predatory stare, “You want us to ease up, angel?” He traced his finger along your jaw.

You nodded softly, opting for silence given that you weren’t sure what exactly to say.

“Mm,” Jake nodded, “Wanna help?” He tilted his chin down and looked up at you through his lashes, but you were sure this wasn’t real submission—he was nearly vibrating under your skin with something tense and pent up. “Wanna let me get some frustration out?”

Jesus. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Yeah?” Jake murmured, leaning forward to kiss your jaw, “Always so eager to help, aren’t you?”

“Jake…” you let out a shaky breath, intending to finish the thought when Josh interrupted.

“Oh, sure, just go at it like I’m not right here,” He huffed.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, trying to silently let him know you wouldn’t be opposed to his joining.

“No one asked you to just sit over there, Josh,” Jake said, biting a kiss to your neck, “Stop pouting,”

“Yeah, her sitting on your lap is a real clear invitation,”

Jake chuckled against your skin. He licked your collarbone and you bit your lip, leaving them to bicker, letting yourself get caught in the crossfire.

“Jealous, huh?” Jake murmured.

“No,” you heard Josh stand up.

Jake pulled you down against his mouth as you heard Josh walk away. You panicked momentarily that you had scared him off, but then, a sweet little sound: the studio door locking. Then, the soundproof door latching shut.

You opened your eyes, and the lights were dimmed. There was an orange glow from the control panel.

Jake watched your face and traced a finger over your cheek.

“No, I’m not jealous,” Josh was close behind you, “‘Cause she’ll be sweet to me too. Won’t you, mama?”

Josh’s hand was around your neck, tipping your head back with a light force. He was there, then, enveloping you in a kiss.

You sighed into it, your legs tightening around Jake’s torso. After a moment, there was some territorial noise from Jake, and his fingers were on your jaw.

You pulled your head down from Josh to look at his twin. Jake smirked, and like that, you were putty between them.

Josh removed his hand and let Jake pull you in by the back of your head, crashing your lips together.

He let out a soft mmmf, and you were eager to do whatever you had to do to hear it again.

Experimentally, you slid your hips forward so you were sitting pressed closed against him, then ground yourself down. He hummed again, his hand in your hair tightening down. His other planted itself over your thigh, pressing firmly.

As Jake licked into your mouth, you found yourself wanting to be fair.

“Josh, c’mere,” you murmured between kisses. You beckoned with your hand to the empty part of the loveseat; not a large space, but it would work.

“Don’t say his name while my tongue is in your mouth,” Jake muttered, biting your bottom lip.

You whined and nodded; this was so new; they weren’t like this when you were together. They butted heads in a playful way often, but possessive was not a word you’d have used to describe your interactions so far.

After a minute more of kissing Jake, you pulled away abruptly to look at Josh. Josh was flushed, an odd expression on his face—maybe desperation, and jealousy, despite his previous defense.

Reading something on your face, Josh leaned forward and met you in a needy kiss.

Jake’s hands tightened on your thighs, but he leaned back, allowing the kiss to proceed.

You cupped Josh’s face in your hands, and he reached a hand out to rest on your shoulder.

He was kissing you hard, teeth bumping together occasionally, hot breath exchanged between your lips, lips slick and swollen.

It only went on for a minute or so before Jake grew impatient. He touched the bottom of your chin, asking you to come back to him. You listened, pulling away to settle back against his lips.

After kissing him for another moment, you pulled back to catch your breath. Both of them watched you.

Jake’s hand moved up to touch your face and as it did, you caught a glimpse of dark red

“Jake,” you murmured, grabbing the hand. You quietly gasped at the lash against his skin. It wasn’t bleeding, but the flesh was raw in a line across his palm.

“When the string broke?” You asked.

He nodded curtly.

Gently, you unfurled his fingers and pressed a kiss to it. He sighed, shoulders dropping in relaxation.

His demeanor softened for just a moment, a quiet curse slipping from his mouth, before he growled low and lifted you to your feet by your waist:

“On your knees,” he gritted out, standing in front of you.

Josh looked as though he was just along for the ride at this point, following his twin’s lead, as he watched you react to Jake’s command.

“C’mon, pretty girl, help us out, huh?,” Jake was saying, undoing his belt and jean zipper.

You sunk to your knees upon instinct, bound by the warm depth of his voice. You were thankful the room was carpeted, though you probably would have done it regardless.

“Um,” you murmured, looking around the room, suddenly coming to your senses, “Are there cameras?”

Josh was standing then, coming to cup your cheek in his hand, “Only out by the gear,” he motioned his head to the room next door, “And it’s dark, we’re fine, mama.”

You nodded as Jake was shoving the front of his jeans down a bit, leaving you to look at the shadow of him straining under his boxers.

Carefully, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes were dark.

“S’yours,” he huffed out, nodding down at himself, “Take it,”

You nodded, reaching for the hem of his boxers, tugging them down to let his cock spring free.

He looked as if he was studying you, his head tilted just to the side, his hands tracing along your jaw as you reached for him. You touched him gingerly, wrapping your fingers over him.

You licked at the head, sucking it languidly into your mouth. His stomach tensed but his teeth were gritted, and he kept his composure.

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed himself into your mouth, tentatively, testing the waters. You whimpered and relaxed your throat, resting a hand at the base of him to help guide him.

“Let me fuck your pretty mouth” He breathed, “Tap my leg if you want me to stop,”

He gave a slight pause to allow you an out, and then when you didn’t take it, his head was falling back as he started slow thrusts against your tongue.

“Good fucking girl,” he was panting, “That’s a good girl, angel, letting me use you,”

“Jake…,” Josh gave the warning in a soft tone.

“Oh, shut up,” Jake groaned, still focused on you, “She likes it. Get with the program or get out.”

Josh made a strangled sort of grunting noise and then he was pulling his pants down just so, taking himself into his palm. Suddenly, he was fisting your hair and yanking your face towards him. Jake let go, allowing the switch.

You moaned too loud, taken aback by the possessive display.

“Yeah, mama,” Josh was murmuring as your mouth closed around him, “Thank you, sweet girl, just like that,”

He was thrusting slower than Jake, possibly scared he may hurt you, or scared he may not be able to stop if he did any more.

“You’re so slutty,” Jake murmured in the background, “Makes me so fuckin’ hard,”

You spared a quick glance to him and realized he was stroking himself slowly. He looked at you with his eyes full of desire, his jaw tensing and forearm fluttering.

“Come back, pretty slut,” Jake growled, doing as Josh had and bringing you back to him. You caught a deep breath and then let yourself be led, taking whatever he wanted to give you.

The underlying care they were taking; the soft cradles to your jaw, the way they were grabbing your hair at the roots so as to not sting so bad, the way the first thrust into your mouth was softer, was melting you.

After no longer than another minute, Jake was pulling you off of him with his fist in your hair. He tilted your head back just to look at your lips shine.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “Look so pretty when you’re ruined, angel,”

You whimpered, waiting for his next move. Your knees felt sore, and the ache between your thighs was nearing unbearable.

“Let her up, Jake,” Josh murmured.

Jake nodded, helping you to your feet. He backed you up against the desk with the controls, biting at your jaw, holding your cheek firm in his hand.

“I’ll go down on you later, angel. Just be a good girl and let me have you right now, yeah?,” he breathed into your ear.

You nodded and whimpered, unable to do much else with the way he was speaking clouding your mind.

��Bend over,” he rasped, turning you and pushing you over the desk. He yanked your pants down to just below your ass.

For a moment you were concerned about all the keys and buttons being dislodged, but as soon as the slick head of him pressed against you, all other thoughts vacated your mind.

“So sweet, angel,” he whispered, “Such a willing little thing, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, bracing yourself for the stretch of him, as he continued to nudge against you.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Whatever you need, both of you,”

You caught the noise that Josh made at that. You could see him through the blurred edges of your vision, a few feet from Jake, watching, not even touching himself, just raking his hands through his hair.

“Good girl,” Jake hummed, pushing into you all at once, shoving the front of your thighs into the edge of the desk. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, “Needed you,”

He wasted no time, settling into a harsh pace, one of his hands at your hip gripping hard, the other wringing through your hair.

“Jake,” you whimpered out, “Oh—god—“

“Yeah, angel? That feel good?” He teased, snapping his hips.

You nodded and whined, hands grasping for purchase on the desk, thighs beginning to shake.

“I know, angel,” hs gripped at the flesh of your ass, groaning as he did, “Take it just like that, sweetheart, so good for me,”

You let yourself submit to it, mind blanking at his forceful thrusting, his need making your stomach burn warm.

Suddenly, there was another hand on your lower back. After a set of low, unintelligible grunts, Jake was pulling out swiftly. Before you could process anything, Josh was buried to the hilt inside you, hips pressed to your ass.

“Oh my god,” you cried out, “Oh, fuck, Josh—I—“

“Mm, mama,” he breathed, “I know, sweet girl,”

He gave a slow thrust in and out.

“Let me know if it’s too rough,” he breathed, “Okay?”

You nodded, reaching a hand back to grab his. He took it, steadying himself with another hand on your waist, and with that he was gone, fucking hard and deep into you, making you throb around him.

He was choking out soft cries, letting the tension melt from him. He was also gifting you soft praises, muffled and intertwined with his curses, eager, “good girl”s, and “so sweet”s.

Between the way he was hitting the perfect angle inside you and his general demeanor that was so much more urgent than normal, you were hurtling towards your end quickly.

You grew more vocal, and Josh as always, was paying attention.

“You need to cum?” He muttered, “I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Fuck, please,”

“C’mon then, do it, sweetheart, let me have it,”

You gasped and let your cheek press to the cold desk as it slammed into you, him fucking you through it, not relenting for a moment.

After you had caught your breath, he was pulling out, smoothing his hand over your hip.

“Come here,” he murmured. You stood, legs shaking, turning to face him. His cheeks had red, flushed stripes, and his chest had a slight sheen of sweat. Jake had reclined on the loveseat again, working his hand slowly over himself.

Josh pulled you into a fervent kiss, backing you against the desk as he licked into your mouth.

When he parted, he smoothed your hair, tucked it behind your ear. He helped you step out of your pants the rest of the way and tossed them on the rolling chair.

“Jake, gimme one of our shirts,” he said, watching your face.

Jake tossed him the clothing, and he set it on the flat part of the desk behind you.

“Can you lay back for me, mama? Wanna watch your face when I cum,” He nipped at your cheek and you nodded, doing as he asked. It was only slightly uncomfortable, but as he sank into you, pulling your thighs flush to his hips, you felt nothing but bliss.

“That’s it,” he reached up to hold your chin, “Look at me while I fuck you,”

Your eyes rolled back for a moment but then you forced yourself to focus on him, his dark eyes, his flushed face.

He fucked you just as hard, gripping the fronts of your thighs, biting his bottom lip as he came apart.

For a moment, he slowed way down, eyes falling to watch himself push into you. He dragged out slow, then eased in slow, sending his eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering, head falling back.

“Fucking—oh,” the breath shuddered from his chest, “Gonna cum,” he admitted, resuming the harsh pace.

“Yeah, Josh,” you groaned, breathless, “Fuck, please,”

He nodded, head shaking slightly as he lost his composure, and then his head snapped down, eyes glued to yours, as his lips parted in a soft groan and he spilled over.

You whimpered, watching him, taking the throbbing feeling of him in. Slowly, his eyelids fell shut. He took a deep breath, and then opened them to look at you. He grinned.

“Well,” he chuckled, “that helped,”

He leaned forward to kiss you. You grinned into it, sucking softly on his bottom lip as he pulled away.

Jake was behind him before you knew it, and your cheeks were heating all over again at the realization that he still looked so tense.

He grabbed Josh’s shoulder with a small squeeze, and Josh stroked his hand over your thigh as he pulled out.

He pressed a kiss to your leg before he backed away, going to lay back on the loveseat.

Jake slid between your legs, eyes dark and focused. His hands traced over the insides of your thighs. He circled your clit with a gentle finger, and flashed a grin as you jolted at the touch.

“Mm,” he hummed, “I’ll do more of that for you later, angel. Just gonna fuck your right now, cause I need it.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He sank into you, eyes shutting briefly as he rolled his hips, “You can come back to my place, mm? I can take care of you?”

As he had before, he began fucking into you at a rough pace, slamming your skin to his, hitting somewhere perfectly deep in you.

“What if she wants to go back to my place?” Josh spoke up from the other side of the room.

Jake looked annoyed, and he let loose, gripping your hips and fucking into you with reckless abandon, “Then I guess she can fucking choose, can’t she?” he gritted.

“Watch your tone” Josh warned.

“Oh, please, she likes it,” Jake grinned down at you, “Don’t you, angel? Hmm? You like when we’re just a little mean? Does it get your panties all wet?”

“Fuck, Jake,” you breathed, clenching around him as your eyes squeezed shut.

“Yeah, you do,” he grinned, voice low, cracking here and there, “I see how it makes you blush, y’know. How your pretty eyes go back and forth, watching us.”

Somehow through the incredible force of him fucking you, you were able to conjur a thought about how hot it was that he was so perceptive.

“Answer the question, angel,” Jake reminded, “Wanna come home with me, let me take care of you?”

You didn’t want that, though, not with Josh in the room especially. You hated the feeling of being unfair to them, choosing just one.

“Maybe I’ll go back to his place and you can come along,” you grinned at Jake.

He slowed the pace of his hips, moving with punctuated thrusts.

“Yeah?” His eyes were wild as he smirked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get us both all over again?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Mm,” he licked over his lip, “See, you’re so fucking slutty, angel,” He was smiling wide now, “You want us both to take care of this sweet little clit?” he drug a finger over it softly, “Want both of us touching you?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, vision beginning to blur.

“Yeah, you do. You greedy thing,” it was unclear at this point if he was talking in such a vulgar way for your pleasure or his, “Want me to eat you out til you cry, hmm? Bet you’d love that,”

“M’gonna cum, Jake,” you breathed, overwhelmed by the things he was saying.

“Oh, you do love that, huh?” He grinned. He grabbed your cheeks and held your face, locking eyes with you, “Cum, angel, with me, do it.”

Your head fell back and you nearly screamed as it ripped through you, hot and wonderful. Jake was groaning and whimpering, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

He slowed as he came down, finally settling with hips against yours, tracing gentle lines up and down your belly with his pointer finger.

“You’re so sweet, angel,” he was smiling gently, “Thank you.”

This was your Jake. Regular, sweet Jake. You smiled back at him.

“I really will take you home, baby,” he murmured, pulling out gently and leaning in for a soft kiss, “Clean you up and make a mess of you all over again, mm?”

He helped you off the desk slowly.

“And I really meant what I said,” you looked to Josh, “I want you both.”

They both were grinning at you, and Jake nodded softly.

You grabbed your pants and tugged them back on, groaning at the feeling of them leaking out of you. It wasn’t all bad, but with you far from any kind of shower, it was a little unpleasant.

“Wanna come to my place so we can all fit in the shower?” Josh murmured, tugging his clothes back on, “I can order some take out.”

You nodded. pulling your shirt over your head, and Jake hummed in agreement.

After he was dressed, Jake pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you, angel,” he murmured into you hair, rubbing your back.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Of course. You’re right, you know,”

His eyes flitted over your face, trying to understand. He raised a brow.

“S’kinda hot when you’re both angry,”

Him and Josh gave short laughs, and he kissed you hard.

“Glad it’s fun for you, at least, angel,” he grinned, letting you loose so that you could help try and tidy up the studio before making your way out.

“Gonna have to bring you here more, mama,” Josh grinned, giving you a playful smack on the ass.

“You might not get asked to come back if we do this again,” you laughed, “Maybe I can find ways to annoy you both at home,”

Josh laughed, “You know what,” he grabbed his keys and wallet and took your hand as you walked to the door, “I’m not entirely opposed to that, sweetheart. Do your worst.”

fin.

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harvest festival - rowan laslow

requested: yes! Hiiiiii hi hi I have a request ! It’s like best friend brother!rowan like that would be just adorable idk or best friend!rowan if we keep it simple 🤘🏻🤘🏻 thank u again ily <3

words: 1,606 warnings: rowan might be ooc, she/her pronouns, written in 2nd person, made up character (rowans sister), your power is growing and controlling plants, fencing scene, harvest festival scene

Your best friend tries to convince you that her brother, your crush, likes you, but you don't believe her. Yet.

Another hour of class had passed before the bell rang. You immediately packed your bag, following your classmates out of the classroom and towards the very center of Nevermore to finally eat lunch. You had texted Lola, your best friend, about saving you a spot at the table. She always does, yet you still find it nice to ask.

As you arrive, you indeed see a spot open next to her. You smile and walk over, placing your tray down before greeting everyone at the table. Xavier, Ajax, and Rowan had joined her as well.

"Hey, Y/N! How was your day?" Lola asks, her mouth still full of food.

You let out a snort before taking a bite of your sandwich as well.

"It was pretty good. I had Botany from Thornhill which... Couldn't really be easier. Opposite of fencing after this break. That's going to kill me."

You wish you could say that you were good at it, but that would be lying. Fencing is not at all something you are good at, but once you heard Lola mention that that was what Rowan was going to be doing. Weems wanted you to pick another class, so the choice of fencing then came easy.

Xavier subtly elbows Rowan in his side, clearing his throat before looking around, trying to act like nothing happened. Rowan blinks for a second before realizing what Xavier meant.

"If you eh- If you need some fencing training, I could help you out? The teacher always compliments Xavier and I so... Only if you want!"

A bright smile forms on your face as you quickly nod, thanking Rowan for his offer.

"I would actually really appreciate that."

Xavier and Lola share a look, a sneaky smile on their faces as the rest just keeps eating.

The break passes fairly quickly as all the food trays get put away and people start leaving for their classes. It leaves only you and Rowan at the table as he looks at you with a smile.

"Ready for fencing?"

"Uh," you laugh. "Have I ever been?"

Rowan also laughs, shaking his head before slinging his bag onto his shoulder.

"I don't think you're that bad. You should have seen Xavier when he started out. I don't think he even knew how to hold the blade."

The two of you keep talking all the way to your class. Picking fencing was worth it, even if you are horrible at it. Every Tuesday and Friday, you and Rowan would walk to fencing together, but today was the first time he offered to help you out.

Usually, you would pair with Yoko or Enid, but you are sure they won't mind you pairing up with Rowan for once. The blonde would probably be ecstatic to see the two of you together as she knows about the crush you have on him.

Class starts and you walk over to Rowan in your fencing attire, your mesh mask in your right hand, the blade in your left.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You place the mask on your head as Rowan instructs you on how to stand.

"Alright, move your feet apart just a bit and bend your knees."

You do as he says, looking at him for approval as he just nods and smiles. Just as he was about to continue, someone walks into the classroom. The new girl, Wednesday Addams. Her suit contrasts the rest of the group, as it is dyed a deep black.

"Seriously, Coach, when am I going to get some real competition?" Bianca sneers. Her opponent is on the floor, even though the match started only mere seconds ago. "So, anyone else wants to challenge me?"

"I do."

Rowan sends you a look as you shrug, a questioning look on your face. No one dares to challenge Bianca. You do not have anything against her, you helped her out when she broke up with Xavier, but you are not best friends.

"Are you sure about that? Because last time someone dared, he ended up on the floor reaching for his inhaler."

You frown before looking from Bianca to Rowan. You had heard of it, but it happened weeks, or even months, ago. Since then Rowan trained hard to improve, and you would say that he might even be better than Bianca at this point.

"Bianca, you don't have to shit on-"

"Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. This is between me and this... Psychopath."

Rowan steps closer to you, shaking his head before placing his hand on your shoulder. You just raise your hands as you keep silent. No need to fight if you don't even know how to hold the blade, especially not if it's against Bianca.

"Are we doing this or not?"

The girl has some courage to ask Bianca that. You just stay close to Rowan, Enid, and Yoko, not daring to take a step closer to the mat.

Two points, one for Wednesday and one for Bianca, which is when Wednesday proposes the military challenge. No way that Coach would allow that, right?

"Well," Bianca grins. "Let's see if you bleed in black and white."

She didn't. Bianca scraped her forehead, resulting in a crimson red streak on Wednesday's face. Note to self, never challenge Bianca.

After some more pointers from Rowan, you decide to test out his tips, but class soon ends. Luckily, this was the last class anyway, so now you could finally relax. Out of the heavy fencing clothes, and back into your own, more comfortable outfit.

"Hey, Y/N! Rowan!" Lola runs up to you and Rowan as you walked out of the fencing room. "Are you going to the Harvest Festival?"

You raise an eyebrow before nodding. "Yeah, attendance is mandatory, right?"

Lola opens her mouth for a second, almost forgetting about that.

"So... You will hang out with us! Rowan, you have to leave, Y/N and I have a lot to discuss!"

Rowan protests for a second, but he is not the only one with telekinesis. With a big grin, Lola pushes her brother back, grabbing your arm before running away.

The two of you laugh before running to your shared dorm. You are a bit out of breath once you finally reach it, but Lola still ushers you in before closing the door behind her.

"You will never guess what I heard?"

"Is it about Bianca messing with Wednesday?"

Lola shakes her head, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Well... Rowan told Xavier who told me that he has like, a huge crush on you! I don't know why he wouldn't tell me as I am his very own sister, but besides that-"

"What? Lo, are you sure about that?"

"Duh! Besides, why wouldn't he?"

She keeps babbling on about Rowan's crush on you, but you're not sure if you believe it. You just stare at the small plant on your desk as it moves and grows while you are too occupied with thinking about what your friend said. Does he really like you? What if he meant that he liked you as a friend? Or maybe Xavier just didn't understand what Rowan meant and just made this off of it? Or what if-

"Uh, Y/N?"

Lola taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts as you now look at the huge plant, almost heavy enough to break your desk. You quickly make it return to its small version before sighing.

"I appreciate it Lola, but I think Xavier just didn't understand it correctly. We'll see."

It is the weekend of the Harvest Festival and you and your group decided to stick together for the evening. Xavier and Lola have been whispering the entire time, sometimes glancing at you and Rowan before chuckling. You just act like you don't see it.

Rowan walks back from the small food stand, holding donuts in his hands. He gives them to Lola and Xavier, before handing you one as well. Vanilla with chocolate sprinkles.

"Oh, Y/N, look at those bunny plushies over there! Those would fit perfectly with your room decor!"

Lola points behind you, making you turn around. She then tries to give subtle hints to Rowan, pointing to the plushies while mouthing something to him.

"Ah, those are really cute! I can't throw darts, though."

"Actually," Rowan grins. "I might have a solution for that."

He stands up from the table, holding out his hand for you to grab as he takes you to the stand.

Every single dart he throws hits the balloons, and after only some moments he hands you the bunny plush.

"Telekinesis is good for something, huh?"

You let out a laugh before intertwining your arm into his, holding your prize in your other hand. When you look back, you see that your friends are missing from the spot. So much for sticking together.

But, you didn't really mind. You hung out with Rowan, although it felt a bit different than before. In a good way. You talked about everything, and it was nice.

"Do you want to watch the fireworks?"

You look at Rowan who seems to be staring off into the woods. He then averts his gaze to you before nodding with a big smile. His arm is on your shoulders as he holds you close. Guess that he only needed a small push. When he looks back, he sees his sister and Xavier. Lola grins before sending him a wink as Xavier just gives a thumbs up.

Guess Lola was right after all.

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Starting to Heal

Just a quick drabble that was inspired by a certain someone in the Baki discord. Ships Katsumi/Doyle/Retsu, just a quick little hurt/comfort fic because I was inspired.

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He'd been in prison again for a while now. How long exactly, he didn't really know. it had to have been a few months at this point. He hadn't really wanted to, but the officers supervising him had begun bringing him stuff to learn braille so they could at least communicate with him. They kept him on a strict routine to keep up his concept of time, at least for the day. His meals were all brought at reliable intervals, so he could comfortably follow the routine that they'd set up for him. But today was different. The routine had changed. He'd been given his breakfast, but the guards hadn't left while he was eating, and the food was different. It tasted familiar, but he couldn't quite remember why. It wasn't his usual scrambled eggs, toast and sausage either, it was something else. There were eggs, of course, but this time there were vegetables, some soup, rice, and bread. He didn't really know what to think, but he welcomed the change.

Of course, he felt it when one of the guards began approaching him, but he didn't feel the need to do anything, they often got closer to hand him a rotary pad where they'd write out braille to communicate with him. What he wasn't expecting was for a hand to rest on his shoulder. He jolted out of reflex, shrugging the hand off sharply with a glare directed towards the area he was most certain the guard was standing. Was this a new guard? If so, why were they so familiar feeling? He knew that hand, he thought. There was something so familiar about it. The hand returned to his shoulder again in a quick, reassuring pat, and this time he paused. Something was familiar here. The guard settled in beside him, before grabbing his hand- he knew these hands- and setting something in them. It felt thick, rough, and it was bundled together, a tag catching his attention, though when he ran his thumb over it he could feel symbols, but he couldn't recognize any of them.

There was a familiar smell in the air as he tried to figure out what it was he'd been handed and what to make of it. Something here was so familiar. There was another guard sitting in front of him, by the food. That one was familiar too. What was going on here? All the non-familiar familiarity was making his head spin. And then he realized what he was holding: A karate belt. He'd only held Katsumi's for a brief time back before his capture, but he knew what it had felt like. He didn't know why this had been handed to him, he didn't know what was happening, but he did appreciate that he finally had a belt, since he'd lost the one Katsumi had given him in his fight with Yanagi.

The hand returned to his, pulling his hand away from the belt gently to flip his palm upward, two letters being traced on his skin. "H. I." That gave him pause. The guards weren't ever this gentle or nice with him. This was familiar. Intimate. This person knew him. He turned to face them, brows furrowed. He wanted to hope, but he didn't dare.

"Who are you?" He asked, before the hand swiped across his own again, tracing letters, and with each one his stomach swooped. "K. A. T. S. U. M. I." He blinked in shock. "Katsumi?" He asked, and the form beside him leaned in slightly, enough for him to feel the laughter vibrating through his shoulder. Another hand grabbed his and began tracing as well. "R. E. T. S. U." He swallowed thickly. Ah. Now he remembered what he was smelling. "So, what brings you two all the way over here then?" He asked, feeling Katsumi lean further into his side, his chin resting atop his head, the platter being pushed closer towards him. The belt in his hand felt heavy, impossibly so. Was he shaking?

Katsumi's arm draped over his shoulder, pulling him closer into his side. He could feel the vibrations of his voice, not enough to know what he was saying, but he knew that he was talking. Retsu gently traced a request for Doyle to eat, that they had a while to catch up and he shouldn't worry, but he simply found himself sitting there, shaking, unable to let go of the belt, unable to lean away from Katsumi's one armed embrace. The food in front of him was delicious, and he knew that Retsu had made it with his health in mind. But he could only sit there, shaking as he gripped the belt tightly in his hand. It was then that he regretted deafening himself. He wanted to hear them, his first proper friends, he wanted to hear their voices to badly, to be able to have a normal conversation with them so he could hear what they were saying, but somehow, as they both leaned against his sides and held him, he felt like he could.

He felt like he could hear Katsumi's voice as he spoke, he could imagine what it would be about. A black-belt sat in his hands, and his first two friends sat beside him, a home-made meal ready to be eaten. Was this what normal people got to experience? Friends? Food? Gifts? It wasn't all that terrible, now that he thought about it. It wouldn't stay this way, of course. They would eventually leave, and he'd stay here, in prison, without the home-cooked meal and the company that didn't hate him. But for now, he supposed, he could enjoy it. Yes, he thought, letting them lean into him as he closed his eyes. He could enjoy this for as long as it would last.

He didn't sleep, he didn't have time to do that, but he did take a moment to gather his thoughts. Retsu's hand, softer, warmer, gentler, traced up the back of his neck, though it left after a moment. He would never admit that he was ashamed that he'd leaned after him to chase that touch, but instead of leaving, Retsu simply readjusted so that he could feed him, while Katsumi leaned against his side, still talking even though he knew Doyle couldn't hear him anymore. Regardless, it brought a smile to the red-heads lips as Retsu fed him spoonful after spoonful. This was peaceful. Domestic. Not what he was used to, but it was good. The food stopped coming, clearly gone, and he searched for where he thought Retsu would be, hands meeting his cheeks to steady his face.

"Thank you. It was good. Best meal I've had since I was brought here." He admitted, and while he couldn't hear Retsu's voice or see his face, he could practically feel the smile that he shot at him. "Ah, Katsumi, I've been practicing my Seiken. Every day, a part of my routine. I think you'd be proud of my progress." He said, and Katsumi didn't answer, getting up and walking away, and while he felt despaired at the motion, it didn't take long for him to return and press a familiar tablet into his hands. Braille letters greeted him.

"You look tired but I'll be back tomorrow. Show me then." He paused at that. Tomorrow? Katsumi would be back tomorrow? He handed the box back to Katsumi after clearing it.

"Tomorrow? You'd come back and visit me again? Why would you waste your time in a prison visiting a man on death row?" He asked, and it took a moment for the box to be pressed back into his hands.

"We're here for the week. We wanted to see you so we made a vacation out of it. Sorry it took so long." He scoffed, shaking his head.

"Don't waste your time. If you're in America for a week then go sightseeing. There's gotta be something you can do." He insisted, but Katsumi grabbed his face and held it steady. He got the message loud and clear despite not being able to hear his voice. The immediate protest, his voice vibrating through the air. There was nothing to be done about it. If they would visit him, he would allow them. He would accept them. "I get it, there's no need to yell, not like I can hear you anyways. Sorry, by the way. I lost the original belt you gave me when I got caught." Katsumi's hands moved from his cheeks to his shoulders in a reassuring gesture. He could picture the smile he knew would be on Katsumi's face then.

So calm, open and reassuring. What had he done wrong in his life for the first smile like that to come from a man he had fought almost to the death? First Retsu, and then Katsumi, both men should hate him. They probably did. But if they were going to be nice, his first two friends, he would accept it. He'd had a taste of kindness, and he wasn't strong enough to ignore it. He took the initiative this time and leaned into Katsumi's shoulder, breathing in his scent to try and remember it, to ingrain it into his mind so he would recognize it any time he encountered it again in the future.

"So. What's new? What have I missed out on in the outside world? Tell me they at least caught that old bastard Yanagi." He said, and he felt Katsumi's laugh. He could almost hear it, so boisterous and loud. Yeah, this was alright.

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Would you mind if I tried to make a pass at it?

a/n: omg it's here slay! i wasn't sure how to end this but i think it's cute hehe i rly hope y'all enjoy it :D also you can read part one here ig you don't have to read part one first pero if u enjoy angst i recommend it! let me know what y'all think and don't hesitate to send me prompts! my little brain can only think of so many ideas <3

credit to whoever made the gif! tw: just a mention of eddie smoking and some bad words cause i have the mouth of a sailor

It's been weeks since Steve last saw you, and to say he was dying would be an understatement. Robin let out a scoff as she watched him sulk in the corner of the store watching some lame movie.

“Hey,” she said, nudging him. “What are you watching?”

“Doctor Zhivago,” he said dully.

“Thought you didn't do double VHS?” she mumbled.

“But it's about doomed love.”

Robin glared at him and flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow! The hell was that for?”

“When I mentioned doomed love you rolled your eyes at me!”

No! I said it was relatable,” he said pushing himself off of the wall and walking towards the counter.

“You know,” she followed. “Your love wouldn't be doomed if you had just confessed.”

“I was working up to it!”

Robin scoffed while grabbing a tape that was in the wrong section. “Well, you sucked at the build-up.”

Steve's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head a little bit. “No I didn't-”

“Yeah, you did dingus. She probably thought you liked someone else.”

“No, no, why would she think that?”

Robin placed the tape back and crossed her arms. “Cause you sounded all like yeah I'm Steve and I'm soooo in love with someone, but I won't say who cause I try to be mysterious when really I don't ever shut up,” she said in a mocking tone.

Steve scoffed. “First off, I don't sound like that.”

“Yes, you do. I hang out with you all the time and that's exactly how you sound.”

They were both so caught up in their arguing that they didn't hear the bell above the door ring.

“You had one mission Steve, confess to the girl of your dreams and get together! That's all you had to do!”

“You make it sound so easy-”

“Are you talking about y/n?” Dustin said while walking past them muttering an “excuse me”

“No.”

“Yes,” they said at the same time.

Dustin let out a hum and grabbed the nearest stool while going on their computer and grabbing the phone.

“Hey, you can't just come in here and get on our stuff like it's your house,” Steve said while walking over to him.

“My mom grounded me because my latin teacher talked to her about my grade, now i have to get suzie to fix it.”

“Who the hell takes Latin?” Robin asked while standing next to him watching him do his magic on the computer.

Dustin shrugged his shoulders. “Thought it’d be fun but it's just a pain in my ass.” Dustin turned to look at Steve with a smile and pointed at him. “Kinda like you!”

“You're a real mean kid, you know that?” Steve muttered picking at the best he was wearing. “So, have you heard from y/n?”

Dustin hummed and typed on the computer. “She's been seeing Eddie a lot.”

Eddie? Eddie Munson? Eddie “the freak” Munson?!

“Awe,” said Robin. “I like Eddie, he's nice.”

Dustin snorted. “Nice? Please, he almost killed me, and Mike last week.”

“Why is she hanging out with Eddie?” Steve asked in a bitter voice.

Dustin shrugged his shoulders and smirked at his older friend. “Why? Are you, dare I say…jealous?”

Steve laughed a loud boisterous laugh. “Me? Jealous? Of Eddie the freak Munson?”

“He does have nice hair,” Robin mentioned.

“Okay, but did he get voted ‘best hair’ in the yearbook?”

Steve was met with silence and he clapped his hands. “That's what I thought.”

“Dude, only you would brag about that,” Dustin said with a shake of his head.

“It's bragging worthy!”

Robin shook her head. “Bragging worthy? Absolutely not. Sad? That sounds about right.”

“You guys suck.”

Dustin and Robin laughed while Steve rolled his eyes. “You better make a move soon Romeo, y/n is actually seeing Eddie tonight.”

Tonight? Steve thought. “Like, like as soon as the sun sets?”

Dustin made a confused face “no idiot like she's getting ready to see him right now.”

“But it's not even night.”

Robin groaned and threw her head back. “Steve just go drive to her house before Eddie gets her!”

Steve let out a string of curses as he fumbled around looking for his keys.

“Thanks, Robin! I owe-”

“Yeah yeah at this point you owe me a spot standing next to you at your wedding.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and felt heat rise to his cheeks as he looked back at his best friend.

“You think we'll get married?”

“Jesus Christ Steve, GO!” Dustin shouted and threw a stress ball at him.

“I won't let you guys down!” he shouted while pointing at them and then running out of the store.

Dustin and Robin sat in silence for a minute before he asked a question.

“He's gonna let us down isn't he?”

“Oh yeah,” she said, nodding her head. “Definitely.”

Steve must've broken every traffic law to get to your place in five minutes tops. He stumbled out of his car, ran to your front door, and knocked on it like a mad man.

Please be home. Please be home. He silently prayed to the universe.

A breath of relief rushed out of him when he saw you open the door. Gosh, you looked so pretty. Your hair was nicely done, a few flyaways here and there but you still looked beautiful. Your cheeks were slightly pink due to the Hawkins heat, not even air conditioning can beat it. You stared at Steve with wide eyes, mouth slightly open.

“Steve? What are you-”

“Please don't go out with Eddie tonight.” He rushed out.

You tilted your head to the side confused by what he said. Go out with Eddie? “What-”

Steve shook his head and put his hand over your mouth. “No talking. Just, hear me out. Please.”

“murf.”

“What? Ew! Why'd you lick my hand?!”

“I was telling you to move!” You sighed. “Come in.”

Steve sent you a small smile and moved past you into your house. He was so nervous he started pacing the room. “No talking. Remember?”

You nodded your head and sat on the couch watching him pace back and forth. What the hell had him so nervous?

“Okay,” he started. “Remember a couple of weeks ago, when we were talking about how people find that special person, and then you ran out of my car like I had the plague?”

You sat in silence and just stared at him. He stopped pacing and looked at you with stress written on his face. “Say something!”

“You said no talking!”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked defeated as he crossed his arms over his chest. “This is stupid. Maybe I shouldn't have come here.”

“No! I'm sorry, yes. Yes, I remember that conversation,” your hands were getting clammy and your heart was beating out of your chest.

He nodded his head. “Okay, well you know how you asked me if I found that person?”

You nodded signaling for him to go on. The nerves made their way to Steve's body once again and he started nervously swaying back and forth.

“I- the person is, fuck how is this so easy in the movies?” he nervously chuckled out.

“Steve?”

He looked up at you with wide wild eyes.

“Whatever happens,” you started. “we'll still be friends.”

Friends. Steve swears he's never hated a word so much.

“Yeah but, I don't want to be your friend,” he said in a low voice.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you cleared your throat letting out a soft “oh.”

You stood up from the couch slowly and made your way to the door. “Steve, maybe it's best if you left for today.”

Steve grabbed your hand and let out a frustrated sigh. “No! That's not what I'm trying to say.”

“Steve, you're being confusing what's going on?”

It's never been hard for Steve to talk to a girl and ask her to be his girlfriend. Yet, for some reason, he just couldn't get the words out for you. It's like everything he knew flew out the window the minute he's in your presence.

“Please don't go out with Eddie tonight.”

“Steve-”

“No. No talking,” he nervously bites on his bottom lip trying to think of the right words. Fuck it. He thinks. It's now or never.

“My whole life, I've felt so lost. I was king Steve in high school, then Billy strolls into town and steals my thunder, and I thought hey, that's okay. I still know who I am.” he takes a shaky breath and continues. “Then, I get dumped by Nance, and it wasn't even a proper breakup. No, sorry, this isn't working out. I would've even been okay with her saying she lost feelings for me, but instead she calls me bullshit. Called the whole relationship bullshit.”

You feel your heart break for him. You remember him talking about the breakup and how it shook his whole world.

“Ever since that happened I've been lost. I can't get into any college so I'm stuck in this stupid crazy possessed town, working a stupid nine-to-five job, and taking mean teenagers to the arcade every week!”

A beat of silence passed. “Dustin is kinda mean.” Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, the kid needs an ego check.”

“Steve…what are you trying to say?”

Steve felt frustrated, how is he saying everything yet nothing at all? He understands why you're so lost and confused. Hell, if he was in your shoes he'd probably tune out everything by now.

“My whole life, I feel like I’ve been blindfolded. Everything was dark, I couldn't see, and I would trip and fall and end up hurt.”

You shake your head a little bit still not understanding what he's trying to say.

“Then I met you. Y/n, you took off my blindfold. You picked me up when I fell and would help clean my wounds. Literally. When Billy kicked my ass you tried so hard to clean up my cuts.”

You let out a laugh at the memory. “It was hard to do, Max is a crazy driver.”

Steve chuckled, not listening to what you said. “I can't believe the first person I asked for was Nance when it was you the entire time.”

“To be fair we did have the same top that day.”

“I'm not talking about that day, I'm talking about in general.”

The familiar feeling of heat danced across your cheeks. “What?”

“It's you, and I think it's always been you. It's always going to be you.”

Oh? Oh. Is he saying what you think he's saying?

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” he asked quietly while pulling you towards him.

“If you're saying what I think you're saying-”

“I am.”

For some reason, you feel tears starting to form in your eyes. You shook your head and placed both hands on his chest, looking down at your shoes. “I need you to say it, Steve. Cause if we're both feeling and thinking the same thing, I need you to be sure.”

His arm finds itself wrapped around your waist while he sneaks a hand under your chin making you look at him.

“Don't go out with Eddie tonight. Go out with me. Not just tonight, but for as long as you want.”

“What if I want forever?” You whispered. “Are you still gonna want to go out with me?”

Steve smiled and started to lean in. “Y/n, I've followed you to the upside down how many times now?”

You let out a giggle as both of his hands made their way to your warm cheeks. He was also close to you. If one of you moved just an inch your lips would be on his. “What's that have to do with anything?”

“I'm trying to say that wherever you go, whatever you do, for however long you want, I'll be yours.”

You didn't even try to fight the smile that made its way to your face. “It's about damn time,” you said before you pulled him in to meet your lips.

You've kissed boys before, but this? This was different. This was a boy you loved, and this boy loved you back. He wasn't using you, he didn't want just one thing from you, he wanted you. All of you. It sounds cleché, you know it does, but you swear you feel fireworks going off in your stomach.

Steve is so gentle with you. The way his thumbs are rubbing your cheeks and the way you can feel his smile in the kiss makes your heart melt. He lets out a hum when you pull away his mouth instantly following yours as you pull away.

“Steve,” kiss. “Steve we need,” another kiss. “We need to breathe.”

Steve lets out a grunt and pulls you closer to him. “Don't need oxygen anymore,” he says while kissing all over your face. “I have you now, so much better than oxygen, god you're perfect.”

You let out a squeal when he picks you up and sits you on top of him when he gets comfy on the couch.

“In case the kiss wasn't clear enough I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Steve, i’m the one who pulled you in for the kiss.”

“Yeah, but I was the one who initiated it. Also no more seeing Munson.”

You let out a gasp and checked the time shouting out curses when you saw how late you were.

“Shit, shit, shit! I'm so late!” you shouted running around and grabbing your things. You look out the window and see Eddie standing outside of his van kicking rocks around and smoking either a joint, or a cigarette.

“Amazing. You tell her she's your girlfriend then she runs off with another guy,” Steve mumbled. “You know what? I'm gonna talk with him.”

Steve walked out the door and stood there with his arms crossed. This all felt a little too familiar.

“Fucking finally Harrington!” Eddie shouted while blowing smoke out of his mouth. “Can I have my tutor back or what?”

Tutor? “What?”

You brushed past Steve but not before kissing him on the cheek and giggling. You turned your back toward Eddie and gave Steve a confusing look. “I’m tutoring Eddie! Hey, how did you even know we were hanging out?”

“I have eyes all over Hawkins babe, I know everything!”

“Dustin?” you and Eddie asked at the same time.

“Yeah, it was Dustin,” Steve said while walking over to you and pulling you into a kiss. Eddie made a gagging sound and laughed when Steve flipped him off.

“Go give the kid an ego check,” you said while giving him a peck. “And pick me up from the library!” you shouted while hopping in the passenger seat of Eddie's van.

Eddie let out a low whistle and gave Steve a firm pat on the back. “Congrats on finally getting the girl big boy,” he said with a wink before jogging to his van and driving off.

Steve looked around your neighborhood before shouting “YOU HEAR THAT HAWKINS? KING STEVE GOT THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS!”

“CAN KING STEVE SHUT UP? SOME OF US HAVE SLEEPING BABIES!”

“Sorry, Mrs. H!” he shouted. “Now, I need to have a word with Dustin.”

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drabble 33 and 55 with junmyeon! thank u 🫶🏻

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Genre: angst | stripper!au Pairing: Suho x f.Reader Length: 1.4k Warnings: language

a/n: idk why but ive been wanting to write stripper aus. this is one of at least 2 we will see ig lol 😛

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You had just gotten done with your big number when you were stopped by the owner of the strip club you danced at. Mr. Zhang, as he preferred to go by, pulled you to the side and explained that a customer was requesting a private dance from you. It was unsurprising, you were a high demand dancer, the best one there. The thing was, you hated private dances. There was something about the act that just felt so…dehumanizing.

You only danced for big spenders, and even then, it wasn’t for very long. You wanted to get out of that small stale room as soon as possible.

Mr. Zhang worded it in a way that left little for rejection. Telling more than asking. So, you followed him to The Red Rooms. It was pretty much a row of closets that held only a chair in the middle, speakers that played your music too loud to keep conversation at a minimum, and dim lighting to keep an air of sultriness.

“Play nice,” Mr. Zhang muttered before opening the door for you. Taking a deep breath, you plastered a seductive grin on your face and slowly entered the room.

There a man sat. He wore an obviously expensive black suit, with dark hair long enough to brush against his broad shoulders. You stopped right before his slightly spread legs, running your hands up your naked torso as you twisted your hips from side to side. You never looked at your clients faces while in here, feeling it was too intimate, so you just took in his firm frame, only lifting your gaze to his chin or forehead.

Leaning down, you ran your hands up his thighs, jiggling your ass as you put your tits in his face.

He gasped and you paused at the sound. That voice sounded familiar.

Pulling back slightly, you broke your rule of avoiding eye contact to squint past the dim lighting, taking in your client’s face.

“Ju—Junmyeon?” You asked. Startled, you stood straight up, breaking the physical contact.

The man before you scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Hi….”

Your name left his lips and you cringed. “That’s not my name here.”

“Right. Goddess,” he corrected himself, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, ready to bolt. Money be damned. Kim Junmyeon was your ex. Well, you weren’t sure that was the right term for what he was to you. He was a deadly handsome man with power and a prestige you couldn’t even begin to fathom. Somehow, he grew an interest towards you after you waited his table a year ago. He was way too good for you. You were poor, making ends meet by working multiple jobs, the strip club the highest paying of them all. It became too obvious that you were on opposite sides of the money spectrum, and you were sure that was what drew him to you to begin with. The gap between you both was far too wide for your liking, so you broke things off.

That was months ago. You had blocked his number and refused any payment he attempted to send to you, because of course he was somewhat of a sugar daddy.

When he didn’t answer your question, you tried a different one. “How did you know I worked here?”

You had kept this part of your life a secret from everyone in your life. Nobody knew about this job. You made sure of it.

“I have my ways,” was his ominous answer. You lifted an eyebrow, wondering if you should be scared of that or not.

He stared up at you in awe. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

You swallowed thickly. It wasn’t easy cutting this man off, not with those angelic features.

He dared reaching for you, cupping your bare hip. “I missed you.”

You scoffed, but it was shaky. “Please, Myeon. I doubt you even noticed I was gone.”

He frowned. “What would make you think that?”

You shook your head. “I’m not important. I could never live up to your standards. Could never be the girl you wear on your arm to show off to your friends and colleagues. We’re too different. I’m not a part of your world.”

He took in the room you’re in. “Because this is your world?”

It wasn’t said with malice or disgust, and that threw you off. Honestly, he sounded sad for you, but not with pity. It was as if he understood what you were saying. He understood that you could never be the person he needed, and that was what made him sad.

He sighed, still rubbing circles onto your warm flesh. “You know I don’t care about any of that.”

“You should.”

He huffed out a laugh at that. “Is that why you left?”

You nodded. He ran the hand that was touching you down his face, and sunk into his chair. “So, you’re saying you ran away for my benefit?”

“I didn’t runaway—”

“You did.” And he sounded pissed about it.

“Why does it matter?” You asked. “We weren’t serious.”

“No. But I….” He was back to giving you eye contact. Kim Junmyeon loved eye contact. It always made you nervous and jittery. Still, you met his stare, noticed the hurt you caused him swim in those round orbs of his. “I wanted to be. I thought we could be.”

“You could never love the real me, Myeon,” you whispered brokenly. “Look where we are. You can love someone like me?”

It was Junmyeon’s turn to swallow thickly. You could see how badly he wanted to tell you that he could. You could see the affection still in his gaze, the look that always made you feel beautiful—even here in this dingy strip club.

“We could pretend.”

His words made you blink down at him.

He pulled you more into him, between his spread legs, and left a lingering kiss onto your pierced belly button. “At least for the next ten minutes. Could we pretend that we’re in love?”

“Junmyeon….”

He gazed up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. His hands go to your thighs, holding you close to him. “We can’t be what we want to be. You’re right about that. So, let’s pretend. Show me what it would be like for us to be together.”

You caressed his face, tears prickling your eyes. It hit you then, that you both wanted this to work so badly, but knew that it couldn’t.

“Okay.”

You hated private dances. Stripping itself wasn’t so bad, but when you were in these rooms, that’s when it really hit you that you were selling your body. But right now, with the man you wanted to love sitting before you, you hated it for a different reason.

Deep within your soul, you knew this was going to be the last time you saw him. He was going to let you go. So, you were going to do as he asked.

You were going to show him how much you loved him. And, no, it wasn’t pretend. You could never pretend. No matter how much you tried.

You pushed him back into his seat, plopping into his lap. He hissed, but you didn’t give him time before you merged his face with yours. It’s messy. All tongue. You moaned at the contact, missing it more than you’d admit. He held on tight to your hips, forcing you to grind against him.

“I love you,” you confessed against his lips, shaking with want.

“I love you too,” he replied between desperate kisses. “I wish things could be different.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you could taste the saltiness on your tongue. Didn’t realize you were shaking violently until he held you tightly against his comforting body.

Too soon the door opened.

Mr. Zhang paused when he saw the two of you wrapped around each other, breathing each other’s breathes as you collected yourselves.

“It’s… time?”

He was very confused and that was understandable. Your current position was definitely against the rules.

Junmyeon kissed you one last time, and rubbed your arm consolingly. “You have my number if you ever change your mind.”

Reluctantly, you climbed off of him. Straightening what little you had on. You cleared your throat and nodded, acknowledging you heard him.

Without looking back, you left the room, ignoring the questioning look Mr. Zhang threw your way.

This was for the best, you told yourself. Junmyeon deserved more than what you could give him. He deserved a princess.

Little did you know that to him, you were a Goddess.

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