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[knightyoomyoui]

[COMMISSION] LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT  | TWICE x Male Reader | CHAPTER 1: "A Nightmarish First Encounter"

Welcome to another brand new TWICE fic series of mine! This story will serve both as an adaptation and a soft reboot of the TWICE horror-comedy book titled “Living With Vampires” written by SaiDaChae29 published in 2020 which was sadly left discontinued until this day. For this one, it scrapped some of the parts from the original while others were kept and applied changes which will lead to its direct continuation. Special mention also to @nchris00 who ordered a commission and entrusted me to recreate this interesting story as his request. Hope this one won’t disappoint! Thank you so much again! -> Read the PROLOGUE here <- “LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT” By knightyoomyoui Commissioned by: @nchris00 Part: CHAPTER 1 : "A Nightmarish First Encounter" Word Count: 5,879

2 YEARS AGO

I knocked at the house where there was an old man living in there that I used to help throwing the garbage every night. As he opened the door, he greeted me with a curious gaze as soon as he saw me standing in front of his doorway.

“Jeonghoon? What is it?”

“Uhh hey pops uhm… I was just wondering if you have some extra food left there?” It took some courage to ask that from him, since this is my first time begging from somebody straight into their home for some food to eat. Also, I just did this now from him because he only just know me as a hobo who helps people throw trash in their neighboorhood.

“I already ate the leftovers that I collected few days ago so… if you won’t mind, can I-”

“You came at the right time, Jeonghoon. Ofcourse I will.” He nodded understandably after cutting off my words. I didn’t find it disrespectful at all now that he responded the same thing I was expecting for him to say to me.

He left me in his doorway to grab something from his kitchen. I heard some metal clanging and probably procelains, maybe grabbing something from the plates. I was curious but I remained in his doorway, without any intention to come inside and do something that would break his trust.

Because I will never do that. I may have know how it feels to lose something… but just because it happened worse to me that doesn’t mean I have to make others feel what I felt.

It’s painful, enough to have your life get destroyed in an instant.

Which is what I’ve been going through these days. Imagine I was having these things for me too until that person I thought would be the nicest one among everyone took it all away from me and didn’t spare nothing.

I didn’t noticed I was too occupied at my thoughts when pops here even had to pat my chest twice to steal my attention. “Hey, are you okay young guy? You must be spacing out.”

“Oh u-uhm… I-I’m really sorry pops, I didn’t heard what you said.”

“No don’t worry, I just called your name repeatedly and you can’t hear me, so I checked up on you and I found you hear staring at nothing.” The old man waves it off for me. I looked at his hands and he was carrying a tupperware of the food he cooked for dinner.

“I cooked too much that I wasn’t able to finish it all, that’s why I said that you came here at the right time because I feel a bit dismayed at leaving this extra for tomorrow.” Pops said to me. He handed it to me and I accepted it.

“Do you want to eat here?”

“I would be honored, pops but I think i’m fine out there. I would like to grab some fresh air afterwards.” 

He nodded and he took my answer well. “Okay, eat well Jeonghoon.”

“Thanks a lot again, pops. Good night.”

“You too, kid.”

I bowed again to double the respect I have for his kindness and he smiled softly for me because I helped him close the door. I looked at the beef steak he has for me and probably this is the first day since I lost a home that I smiled with pure genuine.

I looked for some spare bench here along the road and thankfully I found one where I can sit and enjoy this meal I have tonight. I opened the container and smelled the food, oh it was surely mouth-watering and fragrant. 

I prayed as my gratitude to have this kind of food despite of my poor situation. Without wasting much time, I grabbed the spoon he gave for me and I ate my dinner in less than three minutes, an effect of the hunger I was tried to hold onto since earlier.

After I finished my dinner, I went to my scraps to place this in a plastic so that I can return this to pops tomorrow. Then I went back at the spot where I decided to sleep along with my carton as my sleeping mat to make myself more comfortable.

I laid on the couch and stared at the stars above, deeply wondering what the future still awaits for me even after my life had its rock bottom state. Will I still be able to save myself and get back up to slowly reclaim what I never lost in the first place or… if I will be lucky…

Is there someone else out there who will be willing to lend me a hand and assist me with it?

I don’t know exactly, but not gonna lie I don’t lose hope yet. Well, I just think that’s what I should do while I’m still breathing and living you know? I don’t want to waste this opportunity yet, that’s why i have to find a way to look for something that will add more purpose of why i’m living right now. 

I still believe that just because we lost something in our life doesn’t mean we remain worthless forever. 

Anyways, enough of these deep thoughts. I just want to relax myself and call this a day. I just hope there’s a karma awaiting for that person who made me like this. There’s no instances that someone can just ran away freely after doing something reckless to others who did nothing wrong to them.

I closed my eyes and breathe deeply before I let my body soak into slumber.

However, few hours later I suppose, well since I don’t have a watch or a clock -I do have my phone with me but it’s still lowbat since I didn’t get to have my charger with me when I got abandoned-, my ears caught something irritating that woke my senses back up even if it doesn’t want to yet since it’s still midnight.

It was gibberish loud and since it’s slightly audible, I can tell that those noises were coming just nearby from me. I slowly opened my eyes and I blinked rapidly as I try to hear the noises again that caused my peaceful sleep to be rudely interrupted.

I groaned as my reaction before I stood back up. The sound became much clearer now, and I grabbed some of the words they’re talking about. Not being overly interested in gossips, but I do caught that they’re talking about ‘paying something because it’s already due’ thingie.

I looked around to find out what it is, and what I saw didn’t gave me a surprise, it just explained why the sound was so close to me.

There are three kids being cornered by a tandem of intimidating guys cornering them from left to right as they ask them about something.

They’re too busy at what they’re talking about so I tried to hid myself from the nearby lamppost to eavesdrop their conversation more.

“That’s a part of our deal, and we told you that each of us would respect our rules and roles here. We let you borrow our money… and you have to pay us back on the due date.” The guy on the right said, and he’s talking directly at that tallest kid who looks like he’s protecting those two little kiddos he has with him from them.

“I’m telling you sir please, I’m going to pay for it I know about that! It’s just that what I’ve been saving as of now isn’t enough yet to reach that amount.” He replied while trembling in fear.

“And do you think it’s a good thing that even if you don’t want your deadline to pass, you have no choice but to let it? Do we look like we are nice enough to give a second chance?” The left guy said, stepping forward to scare the three kids more.

I understood their situation now. So this kid took a loan agreement with them and these guys are the sharks who are trying to collect the money they gave to the kid as per the agreement says. I get it that they’re just following the rules but… does it really have to come this way?

“Look kid, you better do something right now to pay what you requested for us or else… we are the ones who will look for an alternative.”

“And hey man, I think I know what we should took rather.” He grinned evilly at his partner on the right before his sight landed on the kids.

He tried to reach the arm of that little guy but the tallest one sways his hand away to avoid having contact with the kid. “Get your hands off from them!”

Wait… oh no, are they thinking about the kids being the substitute payment for this guy’s balance?

“Then pay us right now or else you won’t be going to see these rats ever again!”

“No please, I’m begging you leave them out of this!” He shook his head and tried to rid them away while pleading for mercy.

“Shut up!” The left dude pulled his wavering hand at them and shoo-ed him away from the kids. My eyes largened and felt nervous for this guy and what these dudes would do to the poor kids who are crying now in fear.

“THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!!”

“WELL THEY ARE NOW, BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT THEM INTO THIS MESS YOU SHOULD’VE AVOIDED IF ONLY YOU COULD’VE PAID US!” The right dude locked his grip on this kid’s slim arm. It tried to force himself out of the hold until this kid tried to bit his knuckle, making the dude scream in pain.

“AAAAISSSHHH, YOU LITTLE DEVIL!” He shook his hand before looking at the kid dangerously and unexpectedly slapped its face.

“No… NO!!!” The guy tried to approach the dude but he only received a huge blow onto his midsection, shutting him off. 

I couldn’t take this sight anymore, so I have to do something for these younglings. I know I’m not that much of a skilled person when it comes to self-defense or challenging somebody in a combat but… I can’t just let these kids to end up somewhere with fate unknown in the hands of these bastards.

Stupidly, I quickly went out of my hiding and tensely approached the dudes who are double-teaming the tall guy before they try to bring the kids with them. I noticed also that the black van that is parking on the side of the road belongs to them.

“HEY! Didn’t you heard what he said!” My puny self yelled at them with bent toughness. “He said they have nothing to do with your problem, so leave them alone!” I said while I eyed the kids who are looking at me right now with their pitiful watery eyes.

“And who the fuck are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just a random guy on the streets that you two bitchasses ruined his sleep with your annoying rumblings.” I said with much confidence with them. This is the hilarious thing about me, I’m so brave at trashtalking bullies but when they come at me, I’m like a flower who easily covers itself for protection.

In short, I don’t know how to fight back with fists. Great.

“Well, is that so? We don’t give a shit about your beauty sleep, so turn around now, mind your business and you can get yourself back to your little sleep because we’re almost done here. How about that?” The left dude said as he tugged the hair of the tall guy’s hair, making him yelp at the sting it must have caused on his scalp.

I hissed irritably at the stubbornness of this loser. I sighed deeply then went back to arguing with them when I noticed that the dudes were about to carry the kids with them through the van. The tall guy looked at me, crying and pleaded.

“Please… mister… they can’t get away…”

“TYLER!!!” An old man suddenly shouted this guy’s name. I saw that he just came out of the door from this huge looking place. Then I figured out it’s name plastered on top of the entrance.

“ORPHANAGE”

Wait a minute? Orpha- so these kids are orphans? Now I know why this Tyler guy is so protective with these kids and highly concerned for them. Plus, their home is actually just right in front of them! That means they were about to head home when these bad dudes blocked them off from doing so.

“HEY, W-WHERE ARE THEY TAKING THEM!” The old guy saw the dudes carrying the kids who are crying and trying to wiggle off in their arms to escape.

I looked at them and breathe drelpy before I let my urges control me.

I ran immediately and just before they’re about to open the sliding door of their van, I pushed them both off into the ground, while apologetically involving the kids on the ground. I just thought that it’s the better way to stop them by getting distracted at the kids bodies colliding with them as they fall.

“GO, RUN!” I commanded the kids who were a bit confused at what I just did. I looked at both of them and they got my signal. They stumbled to stand but luckily they are able to ran back from Tyler and the old man. 

“You son of a bitch, look what you just did!” The dude who is laying down beneath me suddenly kicked me on the leg, effectively making me kneel on the ground at how painful it is to endure while standing.

As I was busy seething off the pain, the other dude took the advantage by blowing me in the back of the head with his hammered fists. I faceplanted on the ground and then I felt my entire body filled with shots coming from their attacks.

They kicked me with pure despise. It stopped for a while until I felt by body getting rolled and face up, the dude straddled me and gave me repeated punches to the face before my sight went blurred and complete black.

My eyes suddenly sprung up, and what greeted me was a view of a girl who seemed like she flinched a little when my eyes opened. Her head is upside down, so I figured that she’s looking at me from the edge of… wait, am I laying down on a couch?

“Jihyo-unnie! There’s a man sleeping on our couch!!!” The girl suddenly shouted for her Jihyo-unnie. I guess that was her sister or something but hold up, where was I?!

I made the hardest and most painful sat-up I ever did in my entire life, as I feel like my abdomen are tightening while I’m doing it. My head also feels a little dizzy so I groaned and hold it for support before I turned around.

And where the hell was I? Why am I in a very cozy looking room filled with women sitting around in front of me.

What I first noticed was the girl who is staring at me upside down, she is indeed on the edge of the couch on my side looking suspicious at me with her knitted brows.

Then on the other hand was the rest of the girls with her. The first one is wearing a purple T-shirt with a girl character on its chest, she’s watching the TV in the floor along with the pale-looking girl who I can almost compare her similarity to Snow White because of how bright her skin was.

The other ones on the couch were this girl with long legs, wolfcut haired, and in black t-shirt building a Lego figure on a table and the one beside her is a very gorgeous looking one with uhm… enticing thighs, sitting like a ball and very focused on her phone.

I seriously don’t know who are these girls and why did I end up here, but for now I’ll just leave what will happen to me based on their actions… but ofcouse that doesn’t mean I won’t do something about it.

“W-who are you?” I asked the long-hair girl with tattoos. “And how did I end up here?”

“I was about to ask the same thing about you, Mr. Nobody.” She crossed her eyes and popped the bubble gum she was chewing. “We just woke up and I just went down when we found you here laying so comfortably here in our dorm like it’s yours.”

Dorm?

Where in the blue hell am I actually am right now, seriously?

“What did you say? A dorm?” I asked her again.

“Yeah! Are you deaf or something?”

“I seriously don’t know this place. I don’t even have any idea why I’m here!” I felt embarassed when my raising voice accidentally caught the other girl’s attention, and now they’re looking at me with curiousity.

“Oh, he’s awake!” The girl in purple said. She doesn’t seemed to be frightened that a stranger is on a room with her friends, she rather sounds glee about it.

“Look wait, let me explain-”

“Tell that to her instead.” Chaeyoung flicked her head back when she sensed that a footstep is growing near from us. “Jihyo- unnie!!!”

“Yes yes I’m coming Chae, jeez.” This Jihyo said to her, sounding like she’s so done at this girl’s whiny voice. Oh, didn’t I just heard this tattoo girl’s name to be Chae?

While i was awaiting at this Jihyo’s arrival, Chae decided to scare me off with her gesturing me with her index finger that tells me I’m screwed… which was kinda effective and not at the same time because I don’t even know what this Jihyo can do and… her giving death warning isn’t suitable for a short girl like her with cute features.

I gulped but I hid my nervousness by glancing at her cluelessly at her. Then, a figure stood beside Chae, a short-girl one with large round eyes, almost had me questioning if she’s actually Korean or she’s half.

She was about to ask Chae but her eyes landed at me and just like how Chae greeted me when I woke up, she shared the same judgmental look.

“Who are you and what are you doing here in our place?”

“You asked exactly the same thing as this girl right here.” I pointed at Chae. “And I can’t give the answer as for you too, because I don’t even know how did I end up here.” I shrugged.

“Are you sure about that?” She raised her eyebrow to me, unsure if I was speaking the truth.

“She’s probably speaking lies, Jihyo-unnie! Who knows, maybe this idiot is an intruder!”

“Intruder?! I don’t even know how to lockpick or climb walls!” I said to this brat over here as I felt offended.

“Well guessing from that look of yours and how mysterious your identity are, you should be considered as one.” She traced my appearance from head and toe, as if she’s wondering why such a being like me is existing in this world.

“Look, I’m not as dumb as you think I am. I am very aware that such a hobo like me wouldn’t have even a slightest chance to enter or hell, own a dorm such luxurious as this!”

“Both of you, silence your mouths!” Jihyo stops me and Chae from having a war of words. “Chaeyoung is right, you better give us something you know or else we don’t have a choice but to call security and forcefully get you out of here.”

“Wait wait, I don’t know how but I’ll just tell you instead what I know!” I paused her after this irritating Chaeyoung even handed Jihyo her phone. She’s so obvious of making me look like I’m not very welcome here in their territory.

“But first uhm… where is your bathroom?” I said as my expression softened after sheepishly admitting that the nature is calling for my reproductive organs to release something in effect of my hydration.

“And what are you gonna do in there?” Jihyo questions me.

“She’s probably gonna try to run away, Jihyo unnie! Quick girls, block the-”

“I JUST WANT TO HAVE A BATHROOM BREAK, PLEASE.” I said as I hold my kidney spot tight, constricting my legs as I hold on my pee.

“Oh.” Jihyo reacted. “Cmon, Chae as if he’s gonna be out here by his own. Our lock is equipped with passcode remember?” She said as she patted Chaeyoung’s shoulder who seems sulking that she was proven wrong. “Anyways, the bathroom is on the right, you can see the hallway down here.”

“T-thanks”, I immediately stood up and bowed at them thankfully before I went for the location of it.

As I already reached the kitchen which is where the hallway that Jihyo mentioned was near at, I noticed that there’s another girl coming from upstairs coming rushing down and went for the fridge. She even ignored me as she just passed by at me.

I just gave her the same treatment and walked through the bathroom door but just as I was about to grab the knob and opened it, I heard what she said from behind that grabbed my attention.

“Ahhh… oh a fresh blood in the morning after a hangover is incomparably great!” 

I turned my body around slowly to look at Nayeon after what she just said, just want to confirm it if she’s joking or something.

But what I found out after was instead something much more serious to be like that.

I saw Nayeon holding a transparent pitchel filled with red substance on it while gulping its content with a glass on her other hand. She was kneeling in front of the open fridge.

It was like in the movies where a protagonist gets a camera shot where his or her figure gets zoomed in while the background shrinks as soon as that character finds something mind-blowing, that’s what it looked like to mr when I felt chills in my body.

“Nayeon, hurry up! I want that blood already!”

How in the fuck can they just pronouce that they are consuming blood so casually?! It’s nit even normal at all?!

Or else…

As Nayeon followed the voice where it came from, she caught my figure standing in the middle of the hallway, watching her in horror at the strange act she’s doing. I wished she didn’t even stopped, because she terrified me further when she leans away the glass from her, revealing her blood stained mouth.

“What the fuck… are you?” 

She stood up and left the kitchen as she starts walking towards me. I hurriedly turned the doorknob but it was locked. My heart beats even faster as I got confused and even more desperate to get myself away from this bloodlust woman.

It only stopped when my vision went back to pitch black as I couldn’t control my movement anymore.

I have no idea how long I snapped out, but in an instant i just recovered my consciousness back in this comfy couch again. This time, they aren’t around to be seen in what it seems to be their living room. However, I heard clanging noises from the back, I peeked to see what it is and there they actually are, all seated on their dining table with plates and foods all around their table.

The wolfcut girl was distributing the spoons for her roommates while the short-haired woman was assisting her on scooping up the foods for them. I was just silently watching them when someone caught.

“You’re back.” A girl that I haven’t seen yet spoke me as she faced her sitting posture onto me.

I just stared at us and she probably figured out that I haven’t met or know her yet. She chuckled and smiled as she realized it. “Join us.”

Her soft voice and elegant moves piqued my interest on her. She looks so gentle and very nice to get along with. Out of all the girls who I saw, my attention was pinned sharply at her. She just lets out an unexplainable aura that carries me to her.

I nodded and I stood up, which again caught their focus. Chaeyoung’s bright face turned back into an intense and angsty mood when she noticed me back alive again. Jihyo just looked at me seriously but my eyes averted more at this girl named Nayeon who was somehow avoiding her face at me.

I felt my heartbeat quicken again which caused my head to ache and feel a bit dizzy. I almost stumble but thankfully, the wolfcut girl caught my back. “You okay?”

“My head is a bit spiraling, but I’m good.”

“Yeah it’s better to eat first. I’ll give you a medicine after.”

She was about to direct me to their table but then I refused. “S-sorry, but can I go now? I don’t even have to be here, I’m sorry again for the incovenience that I caused-”

“Don’t disrespect unnie like that, now follow her and sit with us!” I didn’t expected that those inviting words, even though they were sounded a bit rude… came from Chaeyoung herself. I looked at her with shame and I just nodded in defeat. I don’t even want to try making this girl’s blood boil more if I already feeling weak.

Oh, great. Speaking about the blood.

As I slowly make my seat, my eyes are still staring at Nayeon who seems uncomfortable now with my look. I try to stop it but at the same time I’m just completely puzzled and disgusted at what I caught from her earlier.

“You can join us for breakfast, because what we learned about you gave me a bit of an assurance that there’s nothing wrong with you.” Jihyo said as she grabbed her spoon and fork before she nodded at the person in front of her from the distance to proceed as she starts eating her food.

It turns out to be the elegant girl sitting with the wolfcut girl and the one with tattoos beside her. “May we know your name first?” she asked me.

“J-Jeonghoon. Min Jeonghoon.”

“Do you remember how did you end up here in our dorm?”

I stopped for a while as I attempt to recall the last scenarios I’ve gone through, which was from last night… but it was like some sort of a missing puzzle pieces, because I couldn’t remember it entirely.

“A bit. All I know is just I beat up some guys because I caught them trying to abduct the siblings of this kid that they intimidate. I’m pretty sure I got knocked out, but… I really don’t know how am I now here, in this type if place with you all.” I explained.

“Someone brought you here with us. That person found you unconscious outside with a badly beaten body.” Jihyo starts to enlighten out the things I temporarily forgot.

“And you should be thanking right now at her.” She glanced back at the elegant girl who just smiled at me and nodded back. My eyes widened when I understood that she was the one who saved me. 

“I’m sorry if you haven’t met me a while ago when you woke up, I just went for some exercise in our gym.” She bowed her head. “My name’s Mina, and I’m the one who brought you here.”

“W-wait, but how…” 

“Since you couldn’t remember when you went through last night, I was a friend with the old guy who owns the orphanage and a guardian of those three kids you saved out there.” She started to narrate what previously happened. 

“He called me along with the police because well… lets say he knows me as someone he can entrust a lot about.” Mina shrugged. “I volunteered to get you healed here while the old guy reported the incident to the police so… that’s the reason how you end up here in our place.” 

I felt relieved and contented that I have an idea now of what I just did, that I was also responsible actually of bringing myself into here, sharing a room with these 9 girls that even though I never met them in my entire life, they seem to be good people and I can somehow try to connect and make myself trustworthy to them… in return of what Mina did to me.

“We learned from Tyler, the kid you saved that they were caught by the loan sharks and you went there to stop them from kidnapping his fellow orphans in exchange of his unpaid balance.” Jihyo said. “And your kind deed was enough to make me convince that maybe you’re not actually what we hope you won’t be. That’s why we talked about even thought Chaeyoung here was… still hesitant-”

“We still don’t know him, unnie! I won’t still trust him around us.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes as she spatted a toxic gaze at her before returning to her food.

“Exactly what I was saying, but she was still right. We may be appreciating what you did for the kids Jeonghoon but… you got to prove us more. We still don’t know much with you yet.”

“But you’re now welcome to interact with us.” The wolfcut haired girl spoke to me with a nice smile. I felt grateful that they gave me a chance somehow even thought I ended up looking weird for them.

“Thank you so much, I will do my best, I promise.” I said to them, bowing respectfully. 

I started to eat along with them. While I was savoring how delicious the food was, my eyes caught this girl that I last seen drinking blood. I still can’t get it out of my head. As I get drown fron my curiosity, all of us flinched and got a mini heart attack when she suddenly stood up and slammed her fist on the table, towering at me with her deadly stare.

“CAN YOU STOP LOOKING WITH ME, I COULDN’T EAT PEACEFULLY WITH YOUR STARES! IF YOU WANT TO ASK ME ALREADY ABOUT THE BLOOD I DRANK EARLIER, THEN FREAKING DO IT ALREADY!”

All of us went silent while I found the other girl with bangs slapped her head frustratingly. We locked into a staring contest until Jihyo slids between.

“Nayeon! Calm down!”

“What did you just said, Nayeon unnie?!” Wolfcut asked her older friend which revealed to be her name as Nayeon. Her voice has sn evident disbelief in it. 

Nayeon realized what she just accidentally released in her mouth, so she quickly covered it with her palm as she nervously looked around at us especially to Jihyo.

“I-I’m sorry… I-”

“You heard her right.” I said as I still confronted Nayeon. “I caught Nayeon drinking blood from the fridge, even complimenting that it was the best thing to aid hangover.”

All of them gasped and this girl beside me who was using her phone earlier clicked her tongue thrice. Wait, did I mentioned already that she looks like the tallest of them all? Well, excluding me because her head is leveled just right on my shoulder.

“Do you girls know about this? Why is she drinking blood? What are you girls hiding from me?”

They all went suspiciously silent for a moment, my fear and nervousness is increasing my heartbeat’s rate at this point, being beware of their secret that hides their true identity.

“W-wait, Jeonghoon can you give us a minute to t-talk?”

“No more time needed, just tell me right away!” I stood up, feeling alarmed at them. They all posed a taken aback expression at my frightful demeanor.

“Are you girls belong in some crazy ass cult or what? Because you girls didn’t disposed the fact that she drank blood means one thing only that you girls know about this and this just seems normal to yall. Thinking that you girls ain’t normal makes me wanna leave this room already!”

“Jeonghoon, please wait!”

They all stood up at the same time, which even looked like more creepy to me. I stepped backwards, being defensive for myself. “NO! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ANY MORE STEP COME NEAR ME!”

I looked at the door at the near end of the hallway, which helped me to plan what I have to do after. I gotta get out of this place as they all soon to come after me. I better hurry out and ran as fast as I can.

Just as I had a plan formulated in my mind, the elegant girl took our attention when she suddenly yelled that I couldn’t even consider if she actually yelled because of how light like a feather her voice was.

“W-we are v-vampires, that’s why!”

They all gasped unbelievably at their friend who just exposed and retreated at their guilt.

“MINA! WHY DID YOU SAY IT?!” The bangs girls got infuriated at her.

“I-I just couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t lie!”

“Shit… you all are…” I looked at them and soon the sight of them looking like these precious set of women goes shifting into this unimaginable monsters that I never wanted to come across with.

“Oh god… so that’s probably why you all took me, to feed me to become more healthy… so that later tonight you all can eat me and have my blood huh! You girls like the dark and a fresh blood, like what that girl said!” I hauntingly said while pointing at Nayeon who lowered her head, probably felt pain at my accusation.

“Guess what, you all can’t have it. Because I’M GETTING OUT OF HERE!”

“GIRLS, GET HIM!

I moved as fast as I can, sprinting to the door and tried to open it. I looked back to see all the girls except Jihyo, the wolfcut one, Nayeon, and the thighs girl not joining the rest who is chasing after me.

I realized that there’s a keypad underneath the knob. I remembered that Chaeyoung told me that I have no chance of getting out of here because their door is secured with a pass code.

OH SHIT! 

“HELPPP!!! HELP ME!!!”

I pounded the door as loud as I can before I felt the bangs girls tackled my lower part and pulled my legs, sliding me to the ground with my front colliding on the floor.

Meanwhile, Jihyo and the wolfcut girl was talking about something when I saw the tall girl suddenly speak with them.

“Just tell him the truth, unnie. We can’t do anything about it already. It’s too late.”

“Nowhere to run, Jeonghoon!” Chaeyoung said to me before she maniacally smugs and laughs. I saw a glimpse of her fangs growing wiith her pupils shrinking and eyes glowing into color red.

“GET OFF ME!!! NO, PLEASE!!! SOMEBODY SAVE M-RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

The three of them just watched the rest pulled my body away from the door as I clawed in the front while screaming in dread and terror, with my fate unknown being at the possession of these girls who turned out to be vampires in disguise.

#twice au #twice fanfic #twice oneshot #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop oneshot #twice x male reader #twice x reader #twice horror #vampires #horror #twice nayeon #twice jeongyeon #twice momo #twice sana #twice jihyo #twice mina #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #twice tzuyu

[an-american-teen-against-crime]

The director yelled “cut” but K Brian Neel heard “Cunt”

#nancy drew #he may not know who I am #but I know who he is #and he made every single one of Henry’s lines #few as they were #count #he served he ate he left nothing on the plate #legend of the crystal skull #Henry bolet Jr

[yxami]

I forgot this was in my drafts for awhile but 👩‍🍳

desc: yandere chef x gn reader, nothing too yandere just small signs of obsession, nothing weird going on with the food either dw

Yandere chef who whips up the most mouth drooling dishes you’ve ever seen and smelt. It’s almost too good to eat when it looks so delicious. Are you really allowed to destroy this plate with your greed and hunger?

You ponder, staring at the dish on whether to compliment with your words or actions.

While you stared at the beautifully made soup, you make your friend stand in ridden anxiety. He’s wondering whether you like it or not, he’s always cooked for you like this, so why aren’t you eating it?

Maybe it was too ugly to eat, or unappetizing! He could feel his cheeks heat up from embarrassment at the possible answer of you finding his food disgusting. He would’ve ended his career at any second if you found one distasteful thing about his cooking.

He can’t just let you consume something you wouldn’t like, that would go against his morals!! He has to feed you only the most appetizing things, how else would he prove himself as someone perfectly fit in being your future husband who would cook all your meals.

So when his fingers extend to reach for your bowl, he’s surprised with the sight of you slurping a mouthful of the soup, he could tell you enjoyed it by your widened pupils and growing grin.

“Ah, do you like it? I was beginning to think you didn’t…” He mumbled his last few words, flustered that he had mistaken your lengthy pause as a detestable silence against your food.

“It’s amazing!” Your throat bobbed as the liquid traveled down your throat, still tasting the flavors as it sat on your tongue.

He let out a large sigh of relief that he had no clue he was even withholding.

“I’m glad..” The sweat glistening on his forehead showed his stressed mood that washed away a few moments ago, just from your words. Without fail, he paid close attention to you every single moment he was able to use. He’s always desired to be someone that you could rely on to understand you.

If not him then who? He’d rip at every square inch of his skin and let it burn for hours at a time before he’d allow another person to take his place.

“So, do you think I should serve it to my boss? He wants me to make a new dish for the upcoming season, since it’s going to get even busier” He wrapped his digits around the chair before pulling it to sit down on, plopping right next to you where he could view your expression as you ate. His favorite thing to do.

“Yeah! It’s really good, he’s gonna love this, especially since he likes spicy dishes, doesn’t he?” You look up at him for his response, a questioning tone left in the air before he did.

He’s exhilarated to know that you pay attention when he rambles to you about different things, but this was about his boss. Why did you have to remember something about that skeeze? He hates it when you mention other people it makes him so envious, and he knows it’s a bad habit.

“Hm.. yeah, he does.” He dryly responds, leaving your question somewhat discarded with how he hardly tried to respond to it. You immediately noticed his tone and made eye contact instead of looking at your bowl.

“What’s up? You seem down all of the sudden” His shoulders tensed up at your question, not realizing he had been so obvious with his jealousy, how embarrassing…

“Nothing! Just worrying about a few things, you know how I am” He chuckles, trying to distract you from your curiosity by feeding you like he always did at least once throughout your hangouts.

“Are you su—” Your tongue was softly forced to taste beef and a spicy mixture held by the spoon. You cough a bit at the suddenness, leaving him worried if he was too hasty with feeding you.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you” He looks meek at your expression, wondering if you were upset.

“It’s fine, I just didn’t expect it, here you try some, you never eat what you cook” You pick up a spoonful with a small block of cooked meat on it, telling him to open his mouth and he obediently listens.

“Maybe it needed some more lemon juice, but I think it turned out well” He goes on his phone to change a few things about the recipe, showing how critical he was of his own craft.

“I think it’s good, you shouldn’t change anything in my opinion” You slurp up some more, looking at him while he typed on his phone. “Yeah you’re right” He quickly changed his opinion solely because you voiced yours, immediately putting his phone down.

He couldn’t hide away how much he valued your perspective, if you told him that a solid and liquid were the same thing then he’d stupidly nod along like an obedient puppy.

“How about I get started on dinner? You do plan to stay right?”

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere chef #yandere obsession #yandere male #crazy yandere #yandere husband #yandere boy #yandere friend

[writingoddess1125]

Honey First Kiss 🍯

One-shot of just cuteness

Luffy x GNReader

Fluffy marshmallow fluff!

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It had been a normal evening on the Going Merry, dinner had been served and drinks being dished out by Sanji. Everyone had a few drinks in their system already and becoming quite chatty.

"I got a special dessert for you all!" Sanji announced proudly as he set out these adorable honey pudding cups. They were layered like a honey pot with a white chocolate comb on top- everyone awed at the dessert, you included.

You ate the pudding and hummed in delight. It tasted exactly like honey and cream in the most wonderful way!

You had zoned out so much on your dessert you didn't hear the conversation that took place- it wasn't till Nami said your name real loudly that you snapped from your thoughts- humming in question.

"We are talking about kisses (Y/N), Did you hear us?" Nami said with a giggle, You blush and shook your head.

"Sorry I really liked the dessert" You admit with a chuckle.

The crew laughed at this as Sanji looked to Luffy who was just into the food as you were.

"What about you Luffy? Every kissed anyone?" Sanji asked, Smirking at the idea. You did feel a bit of worry in your system- You had always liked Luffy quite a bit and hearing if he had kissed anyone could be a bit, hard to hear.

"Nope! I havent" He said cheerfully. Uncaring of such things clearly as he took another hefty bite of dinner.

"What!? You've never kissed anyone Luffy?-" Sanji said with shock at hearing this, you blushed at this hoping to shrink away from being called out yourself. However Nami turned her gaze at you with a wide grin.

"(Y/N?)~ What about you? Been with anyone?" She chimed at this wicked smile, you blushed deeper at this as you shyed away from the looks.

"N-No not yet-" You start but Sanji jumped forward.

"Want me to fix that?~" Sanji chimed out with a grin, earning a punch from Nami who looked at him in disgust. You blushed deeply at this and turn away-

"No no- I want to share my first kiss with someone special" You admit shyly. Which earned some chimes from others at the table- you felt embarrassed still about it all and choose to just finish your dessert and stay quiet. Not nothing Luffy staring at you quite a bit as the dinner came to an end.

That evening you got up from bed, still thinking about what had been talked about- and that honey pudding.. Getting up from bed you sneak out of your quarters and head to the kitchen- Getting there you quickly find one of the left over puddings and began to eat away with a happy hum.

"(Y/N)?" You damn near jump from your skin at hearing the voice and turned to see Luffy- he had clearly just crawled from bed too and made his way to probably snack.

"Luffy?" You hum pudding still in your mouth- Luffy just grins at you and quickly goes next to you to get into the fridge. Getting a large plate of leftovers for himself- however you noticed how he kept glancing at you.

"Luffy is something on your mind?" You questioned, he took a bite from some bread and stared at you hard.

"At dinner you said you'd kiss someone special right? Who would it be?" Your cheeks turned dark red at hearing this-

"Well... the only person I can think of is.. You?" You say softly, Luffy blinking at you in surprise before he smiled widely at this.

"Really? Me?" He said with a Bubbly joy as he smiled at this- Leaning in really close which made you blush deeply.

"Yeah, I would say you.." You admit, Luffy sets down his leftover plate and stared down at you.

"(Y/N) can you be my first kiss?" He asked innocently, this made your head spin- Luffy was asking to kiss!? You didn't know what to say, so you nodded softly unsure of what to really say.

He looked excited at this and grabbed your cheeks quickly, kissing you gently on the lips. You melted at this- he was so... gentle? And warm? His lips gently pressed against yours in the sweetest passion you had ever felt.

Luffy gently released you cheeks from the kiss, Carefully looking at you as he seemed to be deep in thought. Both of you blushing rather deeply at this whole ordeal.

"H-How was that?" You stutter out, while you didn't know a lot about kisses it was still something you wanted to be good at! Luffy stared at you frozen for a moment before breaking out in a wide grin.

"Your lips taste like honey"

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy

[nyrasproblm]

I'm not the only one - 5

Leto Atreides x reader

Word Count: 1,2K

Warning: angst, age difference, arranged marriage, mention of infidelity, misogyny, reader is kind of toxic.

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Leaning further over the dark stone railing of your bedroom balcony, you rubbed your face with your hands in a frustrated movement. When you looked up, you stared at the large rugged stones that formed the shield wall.

You didn't know why you were so angry, Jessica's pregnancy shouldn't surprise you, after all, that's her purpose inside the castle, to sleep with him. But it didn't matter, you were very upset, furious, so before she could answer your question you continued chewing and the rest of the meal passed in silence. When you were done, you quietly left the table.

This happened a few days ago and you once again trapped yourself in the comfort of your quarters, not wanting to interact with anyone. You knew you might be acting childish, but you were too angry to even think straight. To make your mood even worse, you remembered your father and let out a disgruntled groan, hiding your face in your hands again.

Your father would make your life hell, through letters, when he found out that the duke's concubine was pregnant and you weren't, even though you explained a thousand times before you got married that the possibility of having an heir with him was minimal, since he already had a son who was almost an adult. Your father didn't care. 'It is a woman's duty to give children to her lord husband' was what he said.

You didn't really have any opinion to give, Leto was in charge of the castle, and he could do whatever he wanted. You were nothing compared to him. A soft knock sounded on the thick door of your quarters and you let yourself in without looking back, a huge danger, Thufir would kill you if he saw that.

"Milady Duchess, you must prepare for dinner with the Duke." Raja's serious voice spoke from behind you and you looked over your shoulder.

"Did he demand my presence?"

"The duke says it's your obligation as a wife, my lady." she replied and you had to remember all the etiquette lessons you had to not frown and send Raja away.

"Right." you replied and left the porch, walking in measured steps to the bed. "Help me, yes?"

"What dress would you like, my lady?" she asked.

"Choose it yourself." you replied in a tired voice.

"But, duchess–"

She stopped talking at the tired and serious look you gave her, turned and walked to the closet. It took a few minutes until she returned with a burgundy dress, made of soft material and with sleeves glued to the arms, gathered at the bust and near the skirts.

Raja dressed you and fixed your hair, she also ran a soft cloth over your face to improve the exhausted look, you hoped it worked. Holding back your sighs of irritation and discontent, you walked to the dining room and the guards opened the large doors, you walked through them and entered the large room.

"My lord." you greeted Leto, who was sitting at the end of the table, before starting to walk to the other end, but he cleared his throat.

"Not today, I want you to sit here next to me." he said, in a way that you couldn't decipher what he felt.

Using more of your etiquette training, you suppressed the urge to distort your face into an expression of disgust and gracefully walked to the seat next to his, sat down, and dinner began to be served. You ate silently, you had already learned to keep your mouth closed during dinners, just the soft noise of the cutlery.

"You locked yourself in your quarters again, from what I've been told." his voice cut through the silence.

Feeling your brow furrow in irritation, you couldn't help yourself:

"You are constantly informed about my every step, you never see it with your own eyes.”

The Duke looked up, but you kept your eyes on the wine glass that was next to your plate.

"I have to spend more time in the landing pad tower, I moved the staff meetings there." he said after clearing his throat. "I wish I could spend more time here."

It seems to me that you had plenty of time to put a baby in Lady Jessica, you thought venomously, but remained silent.

"I don't like that, our coexistence was better." he started again. "Tell me your thoughts, regarding my concubine's pregnancy."

"I have no opinion to express, sire." you replied, lowering your face.

"Don't call me sire, I'm your husband." his tone sounded slightly irritated. "I'm trying hard to treat you properly but you don't cooperate with me."

"My opinion is that the fact that she is pregnant is a huge disrespect to me, I know that our union is political but you must respect me at least in public." you spat, feeling the back of your neck heat up.

"A disrespect? I respect you, I have respected you since the day we got married." he replied, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It's not exactly an act of respect to impregnate your bedmate while I still have no heirs." you blurted out.

"I don't accept you talking about my lifemate like that." he scolded and you closed your hands into fists under the table. "And I made it very clear that I wouldn't have any children with you the first time we had dinner together."

"Is that why you started the conversation? To mistreat me like you always do?”

"I didn't mistreat you, I'm making your place in this union and in this castle very clear. Jessica has been my partner for sixteen years and is the mother of my son. You are nothing more than title and obligation." he finished speaking and took a deep breath, he seemed tired from the effort of saying everything in one breath.

His words carried so much truth that you raised your face and stared at the duke's troubled expression for a few minutes, before wiping your mouth with your napkin and asking for permission to leave.

Your stomach dropped as you walked into the hallway of your quarters and saw Lady Jessica standing near the door, her hands braided in front of her, her body draped in a simple black dress, her hair tied up in a bun, not a single strand of hair outside the top. place. Leto was right, you weren't even close to her.

"Lady Jessica, what are you doing here?" you asked when you got close to her. She swallowed hard and bowed to you.

"I was hoping to speak to you for a moment, Duchess." she replied softly.

"It's too late, we can talk tomorrow." you replied and surprisingly you weren't being venomous, it was really too late and you were exhausted.

"I do not wish to disturb you, my lady, I just want to clarify–"

"Tomorrow, Lady Jessica." you replied, feeling your head throbbing. "You should go and keep my husband company, he should already be in his quarters."

Passing by the catatonic figure, you entered your room and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment, closing your eyes and sighing heavily.

Leto's words wouldn't leave your mind anytime soon.

#writing #writers on tumblr #dune fanfiction #fem reader #leto atreides x reader angst #duke leto x reader #duke leto #leto atreides #dune fanfic #dune fic #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you

[rainstops]

fading remembrence

4nemo x reader

TW: reader dies (the cause of the death is a little detailed in ventis part), hinting at suicide in kazuhas part

info: for scaramouche, both wanderer and scaramouche is used

summary: you die right in front of the anemo boys, and they cannot seem to accept your death, because with your death it also felt like they lost their own life. you were their light.

a/n: wrote this in the middle of the night, while putting down my switch for two hours. also i will start to write for zelda totk/botw soon!!

whenever xiao ordered almond tofu at any restaurant, it always tasted the same. even when he cooked it himself. it always had the same taste. the tofu being as bland as tofu usually is, and the dish tasting sweet and like almonds. just what you would expect almond tofu to be. nothing more and nothing less.

but when you appeared in his life, xiao found out you liked cooking. and when you found out that almond tofu was his favorite dish, you immediately went out of your way to learn how to make almond tofu. knowing that xiao ate it a lot, you asked him if he could taste it. xiao did what you asked him to. but what he didnt expect was that the almond tofu tasted different. not in a bad way, but whenever you cooked it, it tasted like you had put your emotions onto a plate. like a little piece of joy, you served xiao. it was the first time, xiao could for sure say that he enjoyed something. but the word 'enjoy' did not feel like it was enough to describe the way he felt. he loved the dish, he loved how skilled you were at cooking it, but most of all, he loved you. and you loved him too. you loved him as long as you could. you loved him, before the passing of time took your life. xiao loved you a lot longer than just that. he loved everything about you. he loved the way you would smile at him, because you gave him a different smile you gave your friends, your family or strangers. when his immortality kept him right where he was, he realized how frozen in time he felt. for you everything moved on so quickly, and soon it was over. xiaos days remained the same old and blank routine before you showed up, and it returned to being the same when you left. but after your death, everything seemed to be so heavy. his eyelids, his arms, his legs, his head, but especially his heart. he searched all across teyvat, for a person, a restaurant or anyone, who could cook almond tofu the exacty way you did. he wanted to taste it again, even if it was just once more. he despaired when he couldnt find a way to make his favorite dish taste the way you made it taste, but his whole world crumbled only then, when he realized he couldnt remember how it tasted. he stopped counting the days and the nights he spend living, because why would it matter if he was slowly forgetting you?

he used to do it, so he could remember your birthday, or your anniversary, or any day that was special to you. but now you were gone, and xiaos memories were leaving as well.

☂

venti wrote many songs in his life. many of them telling stories, but just as many of them just there to sound pretty. but then when you showed up, he had someone to write songs for. he wrote them about you, and for you. and you sang the songs together. venti loved your voice. your voice was the best part of his songs. to him, it sounded like an angels voice.

not only your singing voice, but your voice in general. it made his heart beat so fast, it nearly sprang out of his chest. whenever you greeted him with a smile on your face, it was like all his worries and problems disappeared into thin air.

maybe he took it for granted. maybe he expected to be able to wake up everyday and sing in the kitchen with you while preparing breakfast together. maybe he just thought you could sing him to sleep every night.

well it so happened that that was not the case.

a member of the fatui took your life, and your angelic voice right with it. venti was there. venti was there, when the knife of the fatui found your back. the next moments were a mere blur to venti. he remembers getting rid of the fatui, and in the following moments, he held you in his arms, pleading to be able to hear your voice again.

he mumbled something along the lines of healing you, but you told him that it was too late. it was you who spoke those words, with the voice he loved so much. you lifted a hand to his cheek, and said the three words he loved hearing from you so much. a tear left his eye and fell right under your eye, on your cheek, making it look like it was a tear of your own. he held you in his arms tightly, like it could prevent you from leaving the world.

that was when you spoke your last words. 'thank you' they were. thank you? what were you thanking him for?

your eyes closed, and the smile you had on your face the last moments before your death left. your hand slowly sank from his face, and he held your hand. your hands were usually cold, but this time it bothered him. this time it felt like it was only pointing towards your death.

☂

the wanderer never held much appreciation for the people around him. that was until you came around. it was like you could see right through him, and his facade. like you could see the way he crumbled on the inside, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

he loved the way you held his hand. your warm hand felt very relaxing against his usual cold one. often you would play with them as well. whenever he was having an especially hard day, because some people kept annoying him, you'd sit down with him. his head in your lap while you were massaging one of his hands. you'd listen carefully as he talks about the people that would annoy him throughout the day. at the end, you would give him a kiss on the forehead. although often enough he'd already been asleep by then.

but you seemed to know him better than he knew himself. you knew what he needed and when he needed it. whenever he was about to explode from anger, you hugged him, since you seem to very well know, that all the anger is build up from all the things that happened to him.

a tear fell as you held scaramouche close to you. one hand around his body, and the other on the back of his head, as his head was resting on your shoulder. the tears were wetting your shoulder but you didnt mind. you would do anything to make scaramouche happy again.

another tear fell, another one, and another one. but this time it was the day you died.

with widened eyes you dropped to the floor on your knees, scaramouche caught you before you could drop to the floor. a singular tear fell from your eye as well.

scaramouche held your body tightly against his, as if you would disappear if he would let go. in this scenario, this was the case, but no matter how close he'd hold you, there was nothing he could do.

he held you the way you did it, everytime he was upset. with an arm around your body, and a hand on the back of your head, while your head was laying against his shoulder.

'i cant breathe scaramouche. im scared'

were the last words you spoke, before your eyes slowly closed.

scaramouche had never cried that much in his life. not when he was betrayed so often, not when his mother threw him out like he was nothing, and not whenever you would comfort him.

scaramouches chest filled with regret. he wishes he would have been there for you at least as much as he was there for you. he wishes he bought you more presents for even just putting up with him. he wishes he wouldve just gotten over his ego and thanked you. he would do all those things and so much more, just so he could repay you.

☂

you remember the day so cleary, when kazuha confessed his love to you. his usually so casual demeanor was all gone, as his hands were shaking while holding a piece of paper. his face was bright red and his voice was shaking and cracking up, as he recited his self written poem for you. when he was done he wished for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

when you started giggling he thought you were laughing at him. he didnt dare to look up at you, his gaze was only burning holes into the floor.

but when he really tensed up was when you jumped at him and threw your arms over his shoulders.

ever since then, kazuha had written so many poems for you, and you had stored them all very carefully. one after another.

one time for his birthday, you tried writing him one, and although it wasnt the best, he treasured it like nothing else.

but also he treasured you.

for your one year anniversary you gifted him an old gramophone. you werent sure if he was really going to like it, but he adored it.

ever since that day, most evenings were spend dancing to music, time passing so much faster than it seemed. your hands were locked and one of kazuhas hands was resting on your waist. one of his hands went through your hair.

on the first day you danced with him, he realized how much he needed you. you were his light, his hope, his everything. its why he calls you 'his star'

unfortunately, every star dies one day.

if you would ask him, his star died way to early.

on the night your light faded, a shooting star crossed the sky. kazuha knows youre only supposed to make one wish, but all of them crossed his mind at once. he wished he could dance with you again, he wish his fingers could make his way through your soft hair once more, he wished he could gift you more poems he wrote, and watch your eyes light up like the night sky does when the stars start glowing.

his breath hitched when he felt your hand touch his cheek once more. you gave him a last smile, and a tear rolled down your cheek. your hand fell from his cheek, but kazuha caught it mid air, and he held it to his chest.

later, a poem could be found on your grave.

in a moment of sorrow, please let me borrow, your healing light once more, before i am found at our seashore.

it was the last poem he ever wrote.

#rainstops #I AM CRYING SO HARD #i got lazy at kazuhas part #xiao x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[rowretro]

𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

✧taglist✧: @baevsxii @nikisdubblchococake @manooffline lilyofhoon

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), shirtless-ish Riki

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki. The Robot created by Yang Jungwon himself, a robot that is insanely human like, inside and out. No one could tell he was a robot. However, the Robot had possessed demonly powers, from Satan himself. So I guess you could see it's a half robot. Yang y/n, the younger sister of Jungwon finds herself stuck to this robot 24/7 no matter what she tried, he will always be by her because she's his muse, his world, his love, his obsession.

(PART 5)

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The Yang siblings sat there silently, watching as the robot worked around the kitchen. "What do you think he's doing? do you think he's babyproofing it?" Y/n asked as Jungwon stared at her, his face had shock written all over it "Oi- no I'm not pregnant!... I meant- do you think he's baby proofing it because he thinks I'm immature?" Y/n asks as Jungwon goes silently "That would make perfect sense... but what part of baby proofing uses strawberries and rice cakes?" Jungwon asked as Y/n blinked.

"NI-KI bot what are you up to?" The girl asked as the robot frowned. "R-right... my bad- Riki- what are you doing?..." she asked as the robot continued chopping some fruit "Preparing dinner." he simply said as Y/n frowned "I- what? I'm the one who usually cooks... Jungwon can't cook for shit-" she said as the robot turned to her, suddenly planting a kiss on her forehead. "My love, My life, My battery, I don't want even a drip of blood leaving your body from chopping vegetables... so go take a seat and let me make dinner." he said as Y/n stared elsewhere, avoiding staring into his cameras that were planted into those stunning, dark eyes.

The girl cleaned around the house a little while Jungwon left the house to run a quick errand at his work place. The girl gasped when she came back. The table was all set, all sorts of perfectly cooked foods, plated aesthetically, decorating the beautiful table. "I-Is someone coming over?" Y/n asked as the robot went silent "no visitors expected today." He simply said as he took off his apron.

"Then why so much food?" she asked as Riki softly pushed her to sit at the table, serving her with some food. "For us. healthy, tasty and pretty." He said as he picked up some food with his chopsticks, feeding her softly. His fingers making their way to comb her hair back a little, as she feasted on the delectable goods. "I don't know why I'm so surprised a robot can cook... I've heard you sing, seen you dance, you really are the whole package..." Y/n trailed off as Riki smiled.

"But I can't love you... we can be friends? but even that is weird... I'm sorry but me and a robot? I'm going to look so crazy." Y/n admitted. The robot's eyes darkened "I'm only PART robot... god why is it taking so long for you to realise you have no choice but to fall in love with you pretty girl?" The robot asked in Japanese as the girl frowned, tilting her head in confusion. "Oh nothing... Just analysing some data" he lied as Y/n nodded.

Y/n helped clean the place up while Jungwon ate. Poor guy had to overwork. "Riki..." Y/n trailed off as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "you're biting on the skin of your lips, hair looks like you just fiddled with it, you're fiddling with the hem of your skirt, you're thinking about something what is it?... what's troubling you princess?" The robot asked as the girl stared in a little shock. "O-Oh.. u-uh... w-well... the weekend's over and... I uh. I kinda have to- I uhm..." The girl was scared.

"You want to go to school?" he asked, his voice a few octaves deeper. scaring the girl more. Y/n stared at the ground, as Riki softly lifted her head so she was staring at him, his fingers just under her chin. "Riki it's kinda the law- a-and im turning 18 soon so I will be done soon anyway-" she tried to explain, only to be silenced by his lips. "I'll be going with you." He coldly said as y/n's jaw dropped.

A robot? in a school? Y/n with a robot boyfriend? she needs to keep his robotness a secret, of course the government or military won't be a big deal, I mean this robot can't even be harmed by acid or lava, what the fuck will 109487430498 measly rifles do to him? It's more the fact, he may end up killing so many students. He's going to raise the teachers' standards, it's just not ideal for a freaky demon robot to go to a place for humans. tomorrow was going to be pretty fun...

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#yandere #enhypen #enha #yandere enha #yandere enhypen #enhypen yandere #enha yandere #kpop #kpop enha #nishimura riki #niki nishimura #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #riki enhypen #niki enhypen #niki enha #kpop yandere #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enhypen imagines #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #ni ki #enhypen ff #engene #enhypen fluff #niki reaction #ni ki enhypen #enhypen niki ff

[drpeppertummy]

tiny little prompt drabble

[post-stuffing stuffing, hand-feeding, tummyache]

"I can't eat any more," groaned Sunny, leaning back in his seat. Marianne looked down at him. His tummy pushed out against the table, a sliver of hairy skin peeking out between the bottom of his shirt and the too-snug waist of his pants.

"Mm, you do look pretty full, sweetpea," said Marianne. She'd given him an enormous serving on purpose; there was no way he would've been able to finish it. The plate was nearly as big as he was, and it had been filled to the brim with hot, saucy pasta, beautiful seared scallops, and buttery garlic bread. Now, there was only a small portion left. Truthfully, she hadn't expected him to get as far as he did, but there was certainly no wondering where he put it all; his belly looked very uncomfortably full.

"Do you want the rest?" He looked up at her with his big sorrowful eyes. Marianne had already cleaned her plate. She'd eaten almost as much as he had, but then, she was about twice his size. She considered his offer for a moment.

"Oh, I don't know, cutie pie, I'm pretty full myself," she lied. "You sure you can't finish?" As if to answer for him, his belly let out an uneasy gurgle, and he hiccuped. Still, he said nothing, thinking it over.

"Here, sweetheart, why don't you let me help you out?" She reached out and slowly, gracefully twirled up a forkful of pasta. He watched, almost mesmerized by the motion, and she gently brought the fork to his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, then, obediently, he opened up.

Sunny was far too full for that bite of pasta, and the one that followed, and the one after that. Still, for Marianne, he ate, ignoring the ache in his overstretched stomach, and his tummy rumbled unhappily as it strained to hold the enormous meal. He let her feed him until the pressure inside him was so great that he didn't think he could swallow another bite. He almost said so, too, until he realized that the plate was now empty; the next bite would be the last. If he could finish that final forkful, he'd have eaten the whole thing for her. The thought delighted him; he knew it would make her happy. Proud, even. For that, despite his sore, taut belly, he could push through.

Marianne brought the final bite to his mouth and he took it, but when it came time to swallow, he stopped. His belly was unbelievably full. Marianne saw the hesitation, and, setting the fork down, she placed a hand on his tummy. It was tight and hard, pushing out uncomfortably from his skinny frame. Gently, she began to rub soft circles over his distended stomach, and, almost unconsciously, he arched his back slightly, nudging his belly against her hand. It let out a queasy rumble. Finally, with a deep breath, Sunny forced himself to swallow, and Marianne could feel his stomach groan under her hand as it struggled to make room.

"Oh my goodness, Sunny honey, I can't believe you finished all that," she beamed, cupping his face with both hands. He looked up at her adoringly, leaning his cheek into her palm, and hiccuped.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xsunnyx #xmariannex

[neesieiumz]

untamed temptation ⸻ “barbarians, they’re ruthless… in more ways than one. ⸻ t. fushiguro

synopsis ⭄ stuck in an arranged marriage, toji, leader of the wildlands, gives you a taste of something you've yet to experience.

warnings ⭄ 18+. smut. minors do not interact. royal!au. queen-consort!reader. barbarian!toji. black-coded!reader. female reader. afab anatomy. infidelity. your husband has a brothel underneath the castle. your husband is also a bit too trusting of the barbarians. possible second part.

writers notes ⭄ toji debut... whoop! barbarian!toji has been on my mind for a bit so I'm glad I finally got this out, even though I was fighting to edit it... also, I'm looking for beta-readers, so if your interested, send me a message or an ask!

word count ⭄ 4.1k

An arranged marriage, one conducted by your father, to the now king of a small country. A man led by greed and desire for any and everything. To the point that when you were crowned, you were made Queen Consort, a Queen with no power. You were from a far and foreign land, your father, a noble with no power. He would rather have his daughter married to a horrid man, to have some semblance of power within another land. From the moment you met your husband, you knew you were in for a loveless marriage. The two of you found some middle ground, with you ignoring everything he does, and him leaving you to your own devices. It was quiet, finding a few people within the huge castle and surrounding yourself with them.

However, things can not be smooth sailing for you and your people. A war soon approached your borderlines, ravaging the western lands of the kingdom. Your husband, as the leader, left the castle to lead his men into pushing the larger forces back. He was gone for two years, with letters coming from his aides addressing the situation and how things were going. Things were not looking up, until a final letter from his aide, describing an unlikely ally to help them through everything, and how they will be joining them on the return home. It was only for a short period, as the major battles were won, but the war was still going on. It was to thank them for all their help and to help build an official alliance. However, the people who helped to turn this battle were literally, an unlikely source.

Silence rang through the large dining hall, nothing but the sounds of food scraping against the plates, knives, and forks clashing against each other. Within the low-light room, every seat of the elongated table was filled. Food had just been served, with the head of the table, your husband, king of this land taking the first bite before enjoying the rest. As you ate, you glanced at your guest, the unruly bunch, ones you had long heard tales about. 

The barbarians of the Wildlands, an area ruled by chaos.

Your husband had always had a strange obsession with the barbarians, their way of life, everything. So to see them come to the castle, your own home after him being away from war for two years should be surprising but it was not. The few times you have come into his office, you would see posters of barbarians wrapped around his walls, and books piled up about their history. He had always wanted to learn more about them, and now that they are here, he’s giddy like a school child, hoping to impress them in any way he can. 

A few minutes into dinner, your husband soon began speaking with who seemed to be their leader, who you heard others both rave and rant about. According to one of the aides who went with your husband, the war was looking bad for your kingdom. He needed a new ally, and the barbarians were the ones who stepped up. The aides' exact words, “if it was not for the leadership of Toji Fushiguro, his highness would be coming home in a body bag.” He was said to be “chaos in a heavy coat.”

He had once worn a heavy fur coat, evident of his cold becoming, which he had tossed to one of the maids which had nearly knocked her over from the sheer weight. Despite the already heavy coat he once wore, he also wore heavy clothes, adorned with a heavy chest plate with leather straps which he refused to take off when you had asked. 

You stayed silent throughout the dinner, watching as the rest of the guests began picking up their own conversations, your husband joyously chiming in. Your eyes continued to roam around until they landed right on cold black eyes. The larger man smirked as his eyes roamed down, landing on your cleavage being pushed out from your off-shoulder dress. You flinched, sniffing a bit as you adjusted your dress, looking away. You heard a deep chuckle, despite the loudness increasing, and you knew, deep down, as it reverberated through you, it was from him. 

You continued to eat your food, ignoring your husband's conversation that twisted into talk about his private chambers down below. 

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Toji had enough of this loud mouth. The boisterous king was leading him and his men down somewhere, with the guards behind them carrying crates of beer. The rest of his men ignorantly followed, blinded by the heavy meat and alcohol of the earlier dinner. He soon led them to two doors, closed in on each other. The two guards overseeing the door bowed at the moronic king, before slowly cracking the doors open. The sounds of rushing water soon hit his ears, glancing up at the low glow light as the sounds of spirited laughter, women’s laughter, permeated through the air. Toji could feel his men getting more and more excited as the realization of the noises fell on his face. 

Toji hummed, the witless king had a private brothel underneath his own wife’s feet.

The king took in the faces of Toji’s men, enjoying the joy upon his face. Toji glanced at his own men, who were vibrating in their clothes, itching to go out and enjoy themselves within the brothel. He glanced at them before nodding his head giving them their blessing, and the moment the guards had set the crates down, before prying them open. They helped themselves to a bottle before spreading themselves around the room, enjoying the company of the women draped across the couch. Toji glanced around, reaching down to grab his own bottle of alcohol. Every time his eyes landed on a woman, nothing within sparked, eyes dulled as he took the closest seat to him, which just happened to be an empty couch. 

As he gazed, his mind flew back in time, to when his eyes first landed on you. The all-black dress perfectly fits your form, the long train of lace attached to the back of the dress, is evidence of a true queen reigning amongst men. Glossy plump lips, Toji smirked at it being curled in the fakest smile he has ever seen. He took another swig of his beer, your figure walking away flashing into his mind. A menacing smile formed on his face, a pure destination and goal in mind. As he rose up from his seat, grabbing another beer, a hand fell upon his shoulder. Heart striking, he turned around, pushing the hand off his schedule. He made contact with the very king, who had two women draped around, caressing him slowly. 

“Fushiguro! You haven’t gotten a lady for you to enjoy yet?”

He grumbled, irritation flashing on his face, before looking up at him, “these kinds of things aren’t my thing, I’ll let my men enjoy themselves.”

He didn’t let the king get in another word before walking out. Behind him, he could hear a guard asking if he wished for him to follow Toji. The moment he heard the king say no, he smirked, before walking right out. He ignored the dirty looks the guards gave him, their order to leave him alone obviously. He walked down the porcelain halls, wooden walls covered in the pompous paintings of the idiotic king, along with his ancestors. As heavy boots stumped across the halls, heading up the multiple flights of stairs, continuing on until he reached the very top floor. He glanced over to his right, before spotting a door creaking open, a light illuminating the small crack. 

Something within him tugged at him, as he slowly turned walking towards the light. Closer he got, the more subtle noises he could hear, humming in a sweet tune. Before Toji knew it, he was standing right in front of the door, leaning down and peeping through the crack. 

There you stood, in front of the fancy vanity table. His eyes wandered down, eyes locked in the silk night dress you were, clinging onto your form. Draped across your shoulders was a matching robe, trimmed with lace at the hems. You were cleaning your face, wiping away the makeup you had worn during the dinner. He stands up straight before glancing around, noticing how there were absolutely no guards around. He wondered if this was their queen, correct? As he thought back to the dinner, and even the few moments as he and his people arrived at the huge castle. A queen ignored by her people, this wasn't the first time he’s seen that. 

He stood up straight, seeing you begin to turn around, probably to your bed. With his free hand, he held it up before giving the door three heavy knocks, taking a step back as you suddenly turned around. You walked up, before opening the door fully, eyes widening as soon as they landed on his tall form. Standing up straight, your face steeling over, you clasped your hand together before speaking. 

“Lord Fushiguro,” you began, voice trembling slightly, “what brings you here?”

He smirks, taking another swig of his drink, “I don’t know… something just led me down here. A question, yes a question.”

“I have a question for you, Your Majesty,” he mocked, tipping his bottle towards you. 

You blinked, shuffling on your feet, “... if I answer this question, will you leave?”

He smirked, “we shall see about that, your majesty.”

You inhaled sharply, shaking your head a bit before looking back at him, “fine, fine, I’ll answer it anyways. What is your question, Lord Fushiguro?”

His eyebrow quivered at the title, but he said nothing about it, “what are your thoughts about what’s below you?”

Both your eyebrows quirked up, “below me?”

“Yeah, the brothel your dearly beloved husband has set up. Where all my men are currently enjoying themselves.”

You blinked, rolling your eyes slightly, “what he does on his own time has nothing to do with me.”

“Is that so…?”

“If that’s all…” you said, beginning to press your hands against the wooden door.

You hummed, taking a step back, however, you could do anything, he suddenly barged into your room, ignoring your short screech, and invading your space. Now that he was inside, he got a better look into your personal quarters. The floors were wooden, although they were covered in intricately designed carpets. The room was huge, bigger than the hovel he had back in the Wildlands. In the middle of the room sat a small table, with two chairs around it, with a tea set sitting right in the middle. He smirked, before eyeing the elongated ottoman bench resting right at the end of your bed. He sat right onto it and relaxed against the foot of your bed.

Anger flashed on your face, stomping towards him, “what do you think you're doing?! Leave before I call the guards!”

He raised an eyebrow, “the same guards that aren’t guarding your door? Yet happen to eb on every other hallway in thai entire castle?”

You pressed your lips shut, your steps stumbling. It was true, the guards were never at your door at night, despite being the queen of their very small nation. 

“Still, leave now, I need to sleep. I have things to do tomorrow.”

He hummed as if he didn't hear what you’d said, taking another glance around your room before looking towards the ground. He then looked back up at you, seeing you still standing there, arms crossed, countenance showing irritation. He licked his lips, his legs shifting before easing them open, his heavy pants creasing against his obvious erection. Your eyes fell down his form, before falling right on his pants, eyes widened at the obvious bulge. You shifted in your steps, before looking right back up into his eyes, hands fidgeting, gripping the silk gown. 

“Aww, why the look, your majesty, see something you like?”

You took a deep breath, before letting out a shakier, closing your eyes, “I really think it’s time for you lea—”

He suddenly reached, grabbing your dress before pulling you close to him. You held your arms out, as a means to keep him away but it was no use. His brute strength was no match to your own, as his hand rested right on your bottom, keeping a snug grip right on. 

“Lord Fushiguro, what are you do—”

Gasping as you felt his hand take your own, before placing right on top of his hard-on. His hand guided you, hearing his deep groans resound in your ear. A lowly ache began pulsing through you, a feeling you had not felt in a very long time. His hand resting on your ass had begun to rub circles through the silk. 

“This is… this is not right, please—” you mumbled, feeling yourself begin to drip down your thighs. 

“So your husband can build a house of ill repute or whatever it is you call it here right beneath your feet, but you, a queen ignored by her people, cannot have a night to yourself?”

You said nothing about that, but within you, he was right. You gazed into his dark eyes, before tentatively placing your hands right on his shoulders. The man smirked, before taking you in, placing you right on his lap. His head hovered right beside your ears.

“Let go for me, my queen, and I’ll show you something your husband can never show you.”

Your breath became heavy as your hips began slowly grinding against him, seeking some sore of friction for the building ache within you. Toji pressed his lips against your ear, before slowly trailing them down to your neck, his heavy breath causing shivers to roll down your spine. Your sudden convulsion and you racing out, gripping at his rough shirt as he shifted you around. He forced your legs around, causing your dress to rise suddenly pressing your now exposed pussy against his pants. He moved his hand from them, placing it under your chin, slightly squishing your cheeks as he pulled your face closer. With vigor, he pressed his lips against yours, rough and heavy. You gasped into the kiss, your hips grinding harder against him. Your every movement electrified you, your moans being swallowed into his strong kiss. He tasted of alcohol, you savored his taste, taking in anything you could. 

“Lord Fushi— oh my god,” you let out the moment he released your lips. 

“Call me Toji.”

With no other words, he soon let go of your face, his hand joining his other, scooping you around your bottom. Squealing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he stood straight up, before turning around. He climbed right on your bed, with you still attached to him. He smiled as he towered over you, your arms spread out along with your braids across the bed. He soon reached over, using his two fingers, pinching out the already low-dimmed flame before grabbing the hanging curtains that were tied up around your bed. He basically ripped off the ribbon, allowing the fabric to fall around all sides of the bed, cutting you off from the rest of your room. You could still see his form moving in the dark, seeing him slowly remove his very heavy clothing. The sound of his breastplate hitting your wooden floors. 

The movement he finished, wearing nothing but undergarments, he grabbed at your own dress, ignoring your squeaks before basically ripping it off your body. You wore nothing under it, revealing your naked body. His larger hand cupped your breast, leaning down to press even more kisses along your neck and chest. Your hands trembled, hesitantly placing them on his shoulders. His lips stretched into a smile as he felt your hands, your nails slightly digging into his skin. His tongue licked and lapped at your soft, clean skin. As he did so, his fingers pinched around your nipple, twisting and tugging at it. The sudden twinge of pain had you curling up against him, feeling his body against yours. You squirmed under him, his movements soon moving to your breasts. His hands cupped both of them, before going in, pressing kisses all over them before wrapping his lips around your left nipple. 

You had no words, only moans could spill out of your mouth as you succumbed to whatever he was giving you. Toji groaned against your chest, the vibrations convulsing through you. Toji glanced up seeing your face overtaken with arousal, drool dripping down your face. An easy contrast to the stoic cold countenance of earlier at dinner. He soon let go, cold air hitting your breasts, causing you to shiver before moving to the next nipple, sucking away at it. When he finished, he rose up, his hands leaving your chest before reaching down, grabbing your legs, and stretching them back. The wet sounds of your pussy resounded throughout the room, causing embarrassment to flash through you.

“Look at you, all wet, my queen, and I haven’t even touched you down there yet.”

You could only let out a whimper, letting out a short gasp as he held both your ankles in one hand. He placed one hand against your cunt, pressing against your labia, fingertips steadily getting wet. Toji then pressed up against you, feeling steady resistance. You jerk, hissing as he slowly pressed a finger into you, sharp twinges of pain running their course through your body. He expects this, seeing how your husband behaves with his very own eyes. 

“Ahh wait wait wait it hurts, it hurts,” you cried out, pushing up against him. 

He shushed you, continuing to press his finger into your tightness. You let out moans of pain as he slowly moved his digit in and out of you. Your once heated grip on his shoulders now dug into them, leaving heavy marks deep within his skin. Your pained gasps soon turned more breathy, as your hips ground against his fingers. 

“Feeling better, your majesty?” His voice took on a patronizing tone, humming as he pressed his thumb against your clit, using your wetness to rub circles into it. 

“It’s been a long time since you took anything, huh? Pathetic king never does anything for you?”

You couldn't answer him yet your hips answered for him as they bucked and jerked. He reportedly planned his fingers into you, his pace picking up more and more as your arousal began to coat his fingers. Soon, he slowed down, before slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt. He reached, licking your slick off of his fingers, revealing the taste. Sweat dripped down your face, neck, and body as he readied himself. He was still holding your legs together, and before you knew it, you could feel the tip of his length pressing against you. Gasping, the size felt much larger than when you first touched him. 

He began to slowly press himself into you, squirming as he did so. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, cursing as he sunk into you further. 

“Ohh, such a nasty mouth on you, what would your subjects say,” he said, suddenly slamming into you. 

You screamed, your high-pitched tone causing you to slam your hand over your mouth. Toji rocked into you, with no regard for you. Your muffled moans spill you of your hands, the bed jerking with every movement he makes. His hands left your ankles, allowing you to rest them against his shoulders as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist. Toji was able to pull you closer, before reaching up quickly and smacking your hands away from your lips, which were wet with spit.

“Fuck, don’t cover up your mouth, let the whole fucking world hear how well you’re being fucked.”

“Oh my god, you’re going too fast, Toji—”

Your noises echoed through the room, wet skin slapping against wet skin matching the rhythm. Toji rocked into you, with no regard for how you were feeling. He repeatedly plunged into you, and a feral grin stretched across his face. His short dark hair lowered against his face as he suddenly leaned into you, pressing into you deeper and deeper. Getting closer to your face, he suddenly swallowed your moans in another deep kiss. Exchanging spit, your tongues swirling together as you removed your nails from his shoulders, wrapping them fully around his back, holding him close. As you let go of each other, a sliver of spit connects your wet lips. 

Suddenly, he rose up, pulling out of you as he grabbed at you. Toji placed his hands back on your hips before moving. Squealing as he suddenly turned you around, his heavy hands pressing up against your back. Chest pressed against the bed, hands lifting up your hips before plunging right back inside you. Screaming as he did, feeling him hit points within you that he hadn’t before. Trembling as his pace picked up as if he hadn’t stopped at all. Your braids, which had spilled from your silk scarf, whipped around from his sudden and rugged movements. In the spur of the moment, letting out a yelp in pain as you felt a hot sharp pain in your scalp before feeling the upper half of your body being pulled back. 

Gasping as you felt Toji close to you, hearing his grunts closer and much clearer in your ear. His hand left your hips before suddenly coming down right on your ass, leaving a heavy smack, leaving a burning sting against your deep skin. You shriek, your body surging up against his hefty movements.

“Making such a fucking mess,” he groaned, looking at the clear juices sopping from your pussy, making a mess all over him.

“God, imagine if your husband, the fucking dunce, catches us, I wonder what he would say, hmm?”

“What would he say if his pretty wife was getting fucked within an inch of her life, right here on her bed.”

You couldn't help but clench around him as he said those words. A sudden rush built up with you, clenching around his dick tighter and tighter. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck, something’s coming fuck—!”

Your words activated something within him, as his pace sped up expeditiously, his torso slamming into you as he did. You could do nothing but take it, curses and moans continuing to spill out of your mouth. The heated feeling continuously builds up within you, your body clenching around him. 

“Sucking in me like that,” he groaned, his thrust becoming repeatedly unsteady. 

“Oh my,” with no sudden warnings, you spasmed, moans turning into screams as clear liquid suddenly squirted out of you, dripping all down your thighs and also on his body. 

Your sudden actions caused Toji to grunt, before slamming into you a few final times, before letting out a deep sigh, spilling his seed deep within you. You let out a loud sigh, slumping into the bed, legs quivering like jelly. Your mind buzzed, white noise going through your head, barely even hearing your breath as you closed your eyes. The bed was heavy with sweat, however, you barely felt it as your mind slipped into a deep heavy sleep. 

Toji eased out of you slowly, taking a few steps to get out of bed. He gazed at your figure, slowly heaving in and out in a deep sleep. Smirking, he grabbed your blanket before tossing it over your body and turning around. Without any other words, he picked up his clothes, tossing them on his body before picking up his slightly spilled bottle and heading out the door. 

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You were suddenly shaken away, mouth dry as you glanced around, before locking your weary eyes on a maid. Maryam, the one who always woke you up when you didn’t wake up on your own. Her eyes shined with concern as you slowly sat up, pulling your blanket to your chest.

“Your majesty, are you alright? You haven't woken up, and it is nearly noontime.”

You blinked, waking up once you heard her say that. It had been a while since you slept till that late since you first arrived here when you got married. You glanced around, seeing the sun seeping into the curtains. As you looked, sudden flashes ran through your mind, of a tall buff barbarian ravaging you all throughout the night. You took a deep breath, no no that must have been a dream, you couldn't have possibly…

Maryam sniffed, taking a step back, “your majesty… why does it smell like the beer his highness brought for those brutes?”

Your heart dropped. 

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[chicken-fifi]

BTS Reaction | You Bring Your Niece/Nephew on a Date

Pairing: BTS Members x Reader

Requested by anon: Do you still accept requests for bts? If you do can you please write headcanons for the members? He 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾s his crush 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 but she 𝗁𝖺d to 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗍 her nephew/niece (2-3 years old), 𝗌𝗈 she 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀s them 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. Then he shares his food with the babies cause they thought his dish was better than theirs?

A/n: i never really left baby fever just so you guys are aware. i'm too young and broke, i'm too young and broke...

Tunes: n/a, i had a headache

Jin:

The date had been planned for a bit

But life happens and in an emergency you help your own out

Seokjin was more than happy to accommodate the new addition to your date

He’d met your niece very briefly on a few occasion and got along with her well

So with a last minute change on the dining option, the three of you ended up going to more kid friendly restaurant

All was good and food was ordered and came out

And your niece, being the sensible girl she is, decided she no longer wanted her chicken nuggets and was more interested in Seokjin’s dish, eyeing the plate and him without saying a word

Noticing, he ended up giving her a bite or two initially before putting some of his own meal onto her plate in exchange for the nuggets and fries

If she was happy, he was happy

Although that did mean you didn’t get to steal a more than a bite from his plate

Suga:

Your date with Yoongi was a last minute thing

You were already babysitting when he proposed the idea and quickly explained the situation

To which he immediately offered to bring some takeout over for dinner so you didn’t have to cook

Going to a restaurant he knew you’d been craving

He order both of your go to meals and what you had picked out for your niece

Once he arrived at your place, dinner was quickly served and all of you dug in

Well

The two of you dug in

You niece was not pleased with your pick and was more fascinated by Yoongi’s meal

Giving her best puppy eyes she asked for a bite

And once he saw how much she liked it, he was quick to give her the plate taking her original meal and eating

He could settle for whatever was left over

And he made a mental note to get her his usual order next time

J-Hope:

Hoseok is the best with your nephew

The boy practically worships the land he walks on

When I say your nephew wants to be just like him, I mean it

So when you bring him on a date with the two of you he’s excited

At restaurant, your nephew had decided he needed to use the restroom

And since he was in the midst of being potty trained, Hoseok offered to take him to the restroom, telling you what he wanted in case the server came to take your order before they got back

Which did end up happening

You ordered a kids meal off the kid’s menu thinking nothing of it

And when they come back and the food comes out

Your nephew is not pleased

Because why does his food look different from Hobi’s????

He wants what Hobi get cause again, loves the man to death

Hoseok ends up eating the kids’ meal and the more than half that’s left from his original meal

All as if it were a regular day occurrence

Which if we’re being honest, it is when it comes to your nephew

RM:

Namjoon is the type of guy who always give you food from his plate if you’re still hungry after your own meal

Always has been and always will be

So when your niece doesn’t like her food that she picked out, he doesn’t think twice before offering her a bite from his plate

In retrospect, he should’ve asked if she wanted something else

But his brain just acted as if on autopilot and was already offering her the bite

Which she loved

From his plate

Not yours

(You two had ordered the same thing but yours wasn’t Joonie’s *feel the eye roll*)

But he didn’t mind

He would sit there feeding her until she was full without complaint as you panicked on the inside pushing your plate in his direction only for him to push it back

In the end, he ate what was left over from him original plate

Which was more than ⅔ of the original serving

And took a few bite from your own to make you feel better about the situation

The situation he didn’t mind one bit

Jimin:

Jimin always offers for your nephew to try his food

So when he notices that he’s not really eating the food he’s picked out

Most likely due to the fact that the restaurant the three of you went to was more adulty than family

Although they were more than happy to accommodate your nephew in your reservation, treating so sweetly

He stretches out his arm with a small bite on his fork urging him to try it

Opening his mouth, he accepts it and his face immediately brightens, his mouth opening again

So Jimin spends his time talking to you whilst alternating between feeding your nephew and taking a bite for himself the entire dinner

All while you offer to take over for him and even saying you’ll pay for another dish just for him so he doesn’t have to give up almost his entire meal

Because your nephew is a foodie

But he shuts you down real quick saying he doesn’t mind and he get full seeing you two eat your fill

V:

Taehyung, like Yoongi, offered to bring take out to you instead

Just in case you didn’t feel comfortable leaving the house so suddenly

Which ended up being a good call since your nephew had just been put down for a nap

So as soon as you gave him the go-ahead, he placed the order and went to pick it up, showing up at your front door just as your nephew was starting to enter back into the real world

The little guy was excited to see Taehyung and wanted to sit next to him while the three of you ate

It didn’t take not for him to lose interest in his mean, hands quickly moving towards Taehyung plate and getting a little handful unnoticed

And it went unnoticed for a bit since he was busy talking to you

If you hadn’t pointed it out, he never would’ve know he was sitting next to a food thief

But he was quick to laugh it off, giving your nephew his food and taking the abandoned meal and continuing your conversation as he wiped your nephew’s face and hands before you had the chance to

Jungkook:

Jeongguk had been the one to insist that it was alright for you to bring your niece with you on your impromptu date

The little girl was the sweetest and cutest thing on the planet

And you weren’t going anywhere special

And if even you were it would’ve been fine by him

Her giggles filled the air as the three of you waited for the food to come out

And once it did, the rice in front of her was almost nearly ignored as she eyed the vibrant colors on Jeongguk’s plate

She would open her mouth every time he lifted his utensils to his mouth thinking she was going to be fed

And you both noticed quickly, making an attempt to feed her the rice only for her to refuse, looking at Jeongguk and opening her mouth

It would all click and he’d take her rice and fill the little bowl with a bit of his food and mix it well in hopes that it would help with the spiciness

It was more rice than his meal, but she was happy shoveling the food in her mouth

Not eating the rice and holding out her bowl for more

#kpop #kpop reactions #bts #bts masterlist #bts reactions #rm #jin #suga #j-hope #jimin #v #jungkook

[boba-at-323]

Family First

Note : Food mentions! || The reader is pregnant, so if you're uncomfortable with such genres, I recommend not reading this || though omg why have I even written this when its one of my biggest fears

You woke up to a weary feeling, one a little more tired than usual. As your pregnancy progressed, your growing belly made it difficult to get comfortable at night. In fact, it was hard to even get a good night’s sleep with the baby moving around so much.

As the sunlight entered your bedroom through the spaces in the blinds, you shuffled around trying to find your husband. However, his usual spot next to you was empty. Disappointed, you tried to sit up still wondering where on earth could your husband have gone so early.

After a while of reluctantly convincing yourself to get out of bed, you decided to freshen up to start the day. With a little stretch, you left your bedroom.

To your surprise, you were greeted by the smell of waffles and eggs wafting through the air, along with the strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Despite being nauseous, your empty stomach was practically pulling you towards the source of the smell.

"Good morning, beautiful," Renjun said, once he saw you entering the kitchen.

Renjun's little compliment made all of your tiredness melt away. You couldn't help but smile, feeling lucky to have such a sweet and caring husband.

"Good morning," you replied, rubbing your eyes, “What’s all this?”

“Oh nothing much,” Renjun shrugged it off as if it was nothing, a smile resting on his face.

He made his way towards you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. He then pulled out a chair for you on the dining table and helped you sit down.

He disappeared into the kitchen again, only to come back with a tray full of the dishes he had been preparing. When he started serving you, you found out that Renjun had even prepared a plate of fresh fruit and a glass of orange juice for you, knowing that you needed all the vitamins you could get, both for you and his baby. Once he was done, he seated himself on the chair next to you.

As you ate, Renjun couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, even in the early hours of the morning. When he found out that he was soon going to be a father, he had put all his heart into finding resources and reading articles on various topics related to pregnancy and parenthood. He had also read somewhere that when someone was expecting, they usually didn’t feel so great about themselves and their appearances. So keeping that in mind, Renjun made sure to compliment his beautiful and amazing wife every now and then, just so she felt confident about herself.

You weren’t even halfway through your food when your baby started moving around again. You let out a small groan and looked down at your belly. Noticing what was going on, Renjun chuckled and placed a hand on your belly, feeling the baby kicking inside.

"Hey there, little one," Renjun cooed softly, "Are you hungry too?"

"I think so," you laughed as you placed a hand over your husband’s, feeling the warmth of his hand, "But not as hungry as your wife over here."

Renjun grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "Hey now, I made sure to cook you a big breakfast."

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness and support. You wondered what you would have done if you didn’t have him beside you. Even since your pregnancy, he became the greatest source of comfort for you. Every little gesture of his was full of love, and you knew that he was trying his best to be the perfect husband as well as the perfect father for his little one. Just the thought of how he had become even more caring brought tears to your eyes.

"Thank you Renjun," you continued, looking at him with glossy eyes "You know, I never thought I'd be one of those women who gets emotional during pregnancy. But every little thing seems to make me tear up these days."

"It's the hormones, love," he said, bringing his other hand to your cheek "They mess with your emotions. But don't worry, I'll be here to wipe away your tears."

“Cheesy…” you laughed light heartedly at his response, “But I’d love that.”

“I love you so much.” Renjun smiled back at you, feeling his heart swell with love.

As if on cue, you felt the baby kick again, causing both you and Renjun bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Looks like someone is jealous.” you addressed your belly, continuing to rub circles over it.

“Don’t worry, baby, I love you a lot too. Go easy on your mom, will you?” He scolded playfully, never letting your smile fade away.

Both you and your child meant the whole world to him, becoming his top priority. He knew that he was about to embark on a new chapter of his life as a parent, but he was ready to face any challenge that came in his way as long as he had you by his side.

Title : Family First || Word count: 844 || Genre: FLUFF || Pairing: husband! Renjun x wife!Reader || GUESS WHOSE POSTING AGAIN ???

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Part 3! LFT We have some jelly zoro with us today. Not sure abut how I worte Nami and Ussop any feedback is welcome

Zoro watched as Sanji flitted about, graceful in his movements as he plated everyone's dinners. Luffy was already inhaling the leg of lamb beside him. A large plate of sliced bread with a bowl in the middle was placed in the center of the table and soon came the bowls brimming with seafood, muscles, clams, shrimp and fish in a reddish orange broth. A second bowl of plain white rice was placed in front of him. Zoro hides a smirk, looks like someone had time to read this past hour.

"Dessert is in the oven rising, it will be out shortly so please no yelling," Curly brows shot him a pointed look before his cheeks turned red and he had to hide his face. "What can I get everyone to drink?"

"Wine would be lovely," Nami said with a smile, that witch would use anyone until they had nothing left to give.

"Of course Nami-swan! I'll fetch it right away! The love sick fool gushed, Zoro swore he saw hearts in his eyes.

"Sake," He ordered gruffly scowling. "Or is that too much for you to handle," Zoro didn't like the fact that the man he had in lap just an hour ago, the man who made such erotic noises would pay so much attention to some else and a woman at that.

"Burte you're lucky I have soufflés in the oven," The blond turned his attention back to where it belonged, the marks Zoro had left on his pale skin still there.

Zoro couldn't resist the smirk that graced his face. He shouldn't be jealous of Nami. They weren't in a relationship, not even a sexual one…well not yet anyway. But that would be fixed tonight, Zoro needed more of the man in front of him.

"A nice dry white wine pairs best with the Bouillabaisse," Cook placed a glass of wine in front of Nami before serving Usopp and Luffy saving him for last. "Here's your sake marimo," Sanji held out a bottle of sake for him to take.

"Finally," Zoro deliberately brushed his fingers against Sanjis causing him to blush. He was easy to tease when he was like this, tonight was going to be fun.

After everyone ate their fill, the food had been as good as had tasted when he had kissed the cook earlier, Sanji went back to the oven. Zoro sat back and enjoyed the view, those fancy pants of his hugged every inch and curve of the cook's shapely ass and thick muscular thighs.

"Oi cook can you crush a watermelon with those thighs," Zoro had to know, he was certain he could.

"What!" He shot up the pan in his hands tilting dangerously. "Why would you ask that!" Zoro could see the back of the blonde's neck and the tips of his ears were bright red and waited to see how red and flushed his face was.

"Oooo!! That would be so cool!" Luffy of course was all for it, for very different reasons of course.

"Is that even possible?" Name asked.

"It would be a waste of food and I will not be wasting any food!" The cook spoke his voice raising in pitch, almost yelling as he turned around his face red as Zoro had hoped. I'm his arms was a tray with three brown fluffy desserts and one yellow one. He placed the brown ones in front of the others and the yellow in front of him.

"Aww why does Zoro get a yellow one?" Luffy whined.

"Because he doesn't like chocolate," His shoulders were relaxed, clearly thinking the watermelon conversation was over.

"Why can't you just put a bowl under the watermelon?" Zoro asked, digging into the fluffy food in front of him before taking a bite, it was more salty and savory rather than sweet.

"He's got a point, Sanji, unless you're afraid of failing? I mean not everyone can be as strong as the great captain Ussop!" Ussop attempted to flex with his tiny arms, he could use a good work out. Zoro would lend him some weights if he wanted.

"Please Sanji?" Nami only had to bat her eyes and the dam cook folded.

"Anything for you!"

"Yah hooo!" Luffy cheered in-between shoveling bites of food.

Zoro had gotten the outcome he wanted, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth. It annoyed him how much it bothered him that Nami had such sway over the cook.

#zosan #fanfic #one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #zoro #sanji x zoro #nami #ussop #monkey d. luffy #one peice #a friend said i should name this watermelon and jealousy #lust filled thoughts

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Songbird || TWENTY

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: death of parent

Word Count: 3.2k

Part Summary: Y/N spends time with Eddie when she gets a letter from her parents.

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TRACK TWENTY;

SUMMERTIME SADNESS

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Y/N L/N: In Pittsbrugh we had a few days to relax before the show. Everyone was catching up with family and having a nice time to rest. And in those days, I really found out what it was like to have a family around you.

…

Slipping quietly out from under the covers, Y/N’s feet hit the hardwood floor. Looking back at Eddie she saw that he was still fast asleep on his front. Picking out clothes from her bag, Y/N quickly got changed and left the room, leaving the door open a crack. 

Letting out a yawn, Y/N walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was early, earlier than she normally woke up. Looking at the clock it was only eight in the morning. Y/N expected no one to be awake when she walked into the kitchen but Eddie’s mother was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper, a nearly empty cup of tea in front of her. 

As she heard Y/N walk into the kitchen, she looked up, “Good morning.” 

“Morning.” Y/N says with a smile. 

Y/N sat down at the kitchen table with Eddie’s mother as she placed down the newspaper.

“You’re going out?” Y/N asked, noticing his mothers attire. 

“I’m meeting with Eddie’s grandmother for breakfast,” His mother says, “But I was hoping to catch you before I left.”

“Why? Is anything wrong?” Y/N questioned.

His mother shook her head, “No, nothing is wrong, I’d just like to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” Y/N asked. 

“For making Eddie as happy as he is,” His mother says, “I hear it in his voice every time he phones home and I can tell that it’s because of you.”

Eddie’s mother takes Y/N’s hand in hers from across the table, “My son enjoys playing music and performing for people, but every phone call he never talks about any of that. He always talks about you.”

Y/N smiles fondly, looking down. Eddie’s mother gets up from her place at the table and picks up her bag, “Help yourself to anything in the house and tell my son to get out of bed, it’s not healthy.”

Y/N laughed as she bid goodbye to Eddie’s mother. She continued to sit at the kitchen table before she stood up and headed over to the record player, grabbing a random record from the stack. Music sounded throughout the kitchen and dining room and Y/N smiled, rolling up the sleeves of her top. 

Y/N hadn’t had a homecooked breakfast ever since the band had been touring. Everything she ate was typically from the hotel or at a diner. It was nice to prepare a home cooked meal. 

Eddie groaned as he woke up. The crack in the curtains was the perfect size to shine direct sunlight onto his face. Reaching to the other side of the bed, Eddie found it empty. Flipping over to his other side, he saw that the cover had been thrown off and Y/N wasn’t there. Out of the crack in the door, Eddie heard Y/N softly singing from downstairs. 

Smiling he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep away from is eyes. He picked up some clothes from his bag and changed before trudging out of the room, the sound of Y/N’s voice gradually getting louder.

As he stepped into the kitchen he saw Y/N standing at the stove, serving up bacon onto a plate. Slowly, Eddie walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, burying his head into the crook of her neck. 

“Good morning.” Y/N says. 

“Morning.” Eddie says, mumbling his responde into her neck.

“Although it’s more like the afternoon now.” Y/N says, gesturing to the clock which showed the time at eleven thirty. 

“I’m making your breakfast,” Y/N says, “I was going to bring it up to you and wake you up.”

“Have you had breakfast?” Eddie asked.

“I had it a couple of hours ago.” Y/N answered, serving the bacon onto a plate.

“You should have woken me up.” Eddie says.

Y/N turned around in his arms, “And ruin your beauty sleep? I could never do that…Although you should have slept a little longer, the beauty part still hasn’t caught up.”

Eddie shook his head with a laugh, “It’s not my fault someone kept me up all night.”

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “It was a joint effort.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie questioned, “Because I remember doing all the work.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Well I wanted to figure out a baseline for the song I’m working on and I’m not the one who plays the bass.”

Suddenly Y/N gasped and took a step back from Eddie, “I forgot I have cookies in the oven.”

“You made cookies too?” Eddie questions while taking a seat at the kitchen table. 

“It was a quiet morning.” Y/N says. 

As Y/N got the cookies out the oven she placed them on top of the stove to let them cool, not before taking one for herself. Her and Eddie sat in silence before Y/N spoke up.

“You know what?” She began, “I like this. I love touring don’t get me wrong but I miss just having time to myself and being able to do what I want without something constantly going on. It’s nice.”

“Don’t you find it boring?” Eddie questioned.

“Not really,” Y/N says, “When I go on my tour for my album, I definitely want to schedule in a few days where I can relax and get my energy back.”

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Eddie stood from the kitchen table and walked to the front door. Y/N wondered back over to the stove and picked up another cookie. As Eddie walked back into the kitchen he was clutching a letter. 

“That was Rod.” He says.

“Rod?” Y/N questioned, “What did he want?”

“A letter come to the hotel for you. He said that it was important.” Eddie says, passing the note to Y/N.

When Y/N took the envelope out of Eddie’s hand her stomach dropped. Noticing her sudden change in behaviour, Eddie stepped over to Y/N’s side.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s from my parents.” Y/N says, recoginising the handwriting, “I haven’t spoken to them in years.”

Y/N took one final look at the letter before throwing it on the kitchen table in front of her. 

“Rod said it was important.” Eddie says.

“Yeah well having two number one singles was important too but I guess they didn’t think so.” Y/N says.

“You don’t talk about your parents much.” Eddie points out.

Y/N sighs, “For good reason too. They never supported what I wanted to do, they always wanted me to have a sustainable career. And obviously they would want that, I mean it can be hard to get into the music industry but whenever I would express any interest in singing or performing, they would shoot it down.”

“No offense but they sound shitty.” Eddie says.

Y/N chuckles, “They were. They never complimented me or even listened to me sing, they acted like it was a chore. Both of my parents never believed in me, my mother most of all. The last time I saw her we got into a huge argument about my career and how I should consider moving back in with them while I go to college. All contact seemed to disappear once my single came out and I haven’t heard anything from them since.”

“Until today.” Eddie says.

Y/N nods, “Rod says that it was important but I doubt it will be. They will probably just be askign for money or something.”

“Maybe you should open it, incase it isn’t that.” Eddie suggests.

Y/N shakes her head, “I don’t want to,” She gets comfotable on the couch, leaning against Eddie’s chest, “At least not now anyways. I just want to spend my time with you.”

***

Staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep, Y/N lay wide awake. Eddie laid next to her in a deep sleep, his quiet snores echo throughout the room. All that was on Y/N’s mind was that letter resting on the coffee table downstairs. She hadn’t touched it or even gone o open it since she threw it there hours ago. But now, as she lay alone with her own thoughts, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Rod said that it was important but Y/N couldn’t understand how important it would be. 

“Fuck it.” She says quietly and ripped the covers from her body, expossing her to the chill in the air. Y/N shivered but didn’t even bother to cover up her arms or legs as she quietly exited the room and tiptoed down the stairs.

The letter was exactly where it had been. Y/N took the letter from the table and walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. The letter stared at her, enticing her. Her name was scrawled on with her father’s messy handwriting, addressed to the hotel she had a room booked in. 

The letter somehow felt heavier than before. Felcity flipped the letter over in her hands and began to open it. Inside contained two letters, one looking more aged than the other. Picking the one they looked newer, Y/N pulled it out of the envelope. All that was written on it was a number and the phrase; Call me as soon as possible. -Dad.

Y/N flipped the piece of paper in her hands looking if it said anything else. It didn’t. The number was one she recognised all too well. 

Y/N wasn’t sure what enticed her to reach for the phone and begin dialling the number but she did. Her body was acting on autopilot. The phone rang a few times before it was picked up on the other end. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Her father’s tired voice came from the other end. 

Y/N didn’t say anything for a moment, taking in the sound of her father’s voice, “It’s me.”

“Thank god,” Her father says, letting out a sigh of relief, “I’ve sent a letter to every hotel you’ve been at but I don’t think they forwarded them on.”

“Why?” Y/N says, “Why are you sending me letter’s now?”

Her father sighed, “Y/N I need to tell you something-”

“No, I want an answer now,” She demanded, “After all this time of no contact, why send a letter now? Do you want money or something?”

“No, I don’t need any money,” Her father says, “Y/N listen.”

Y/N remained quiet, listening to her father. 

“Y/N,” Her father says, softly, “Your mother passed away last week.”

“What?” Y/N says, her eyebrows furrwing in confusion. 

“She passed away of heart faliure.” Her father says, his voice cracking.

“No, that can’t be right,” Y/N says, “The last time I saw her she was healthy, she was fine.”

“Her health has been deteriorating the last couple years.” Her father explained, “I was hesitant to tell you because I didn’t want your last memory of her to be that argument you had.”

“An argument that was completely valid.” Y/N snaps before sighing, “She’s really gone.”

There was a small pause before her father started speaking again, “Y/N, I need you to know something. Your mother and I are extremely proud of you.”

Y/N chuckled, though there was no humour behind it, “Yeah right? So that’s why you never called or showed up to any shows.”

“We did come to your shows, three of them.” Her father says.

“Wha-what?” Y/N stuttered.

“We came to three of your shows, Y/N,” Her father revealed. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N asks.

Her father sighs, “Your mother didn’t want to.”

“But why?” Y/N says, tears springing to her eyes, “You never supported me my whole life and now you’re saying that you came to shows and didn’t even tell me.”

“I know how it sounds but, Y/N, your mother wrote you a letter,” Her father says, “Months ago when she knew she didn’t have long left. I don’t know what it says but she wanted to send it to you, she just never got the chance.”

A tear rolled down Y/N’s cheek. She looked down at the other letter in the envelope, it was more screwed up than the one her fatehr had written and it was covered in writing. The last words her mother had written to her.

“Y/N, are you still there?” Her father asked.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathed out. 

“Read the letter, Y/N,” Her father says, “And if you want to come to the funeral it’s a weeks time.” 

Y/N put the phone down before her father could say anything else, her eyes focussed on the letter in her hands. She carefully tok it out of the envelope and unfolded it. She began to read;

Dear Y/N, 

I’m writing to you because I don’t want your last memory of me to be that argument we had. I know that this letter isn’t much better but it’s the best I can do under the circumstances. I know that I don’t have long left, the doctors say only months. 

I know I was never a good mother to you. I never supported you or backed anything you wanted to do for yourself and that was selfish of me. I wanted you to be like me and that was wrong, you were always ambitious ever since you were a child, I never should have doubted your talent. 

When I first heard your song, In the Morning, on the radio, emotions ran through me. Your father had to consol me while I cried in the middle of the kitchen. I was beyond proud of you, you had made it. I recorded the song on so many tapes and I have a small collection along with the magazine covers you’ve been featured on. 

I am unbelievably proud of you, my dear. I regret not telling you sooner, maybe we could have had the change to repair all the damage me and your father caused. I wished I had more time to tell you everything I want to. I tried calling your apartment last year but your old roommates said you moved out years before. I wish I contacted you before this but I was scared you wouldn’t want to talk. 

In these past few months I have realised what I missed out on. I missed out on most of your childhood by not being present. I missed out on you releasing music. I missed out on any conversations mother and daughter have about boys and relationships. I missed out on a lot and if I had one wish I would want to take all that time back and be with you, be a good mother to you. 

When I saw you on stage, I realise how much I underestimate you. You are talented, Y/N. More talented than most. I know that you are not proud to have me as a mother but I am unbelievably proud that you are my daughter.

Love,

Mom.

Y/N stared down at the letter as tears flowed down her cheeks. She wiped them away hastily as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Eddie appeared in the doorway of the living room.

“You’re not making cookies again are you?” He questioned. 

As Y/N looked up at him, he immediately rushed to her side, a concerned look taking over his features. He brought his hands up and wiped away the tears. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie asks softly.

Y/N’s bottom lips wavered as she struggled to speak, “My-my mom died.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say as he contnued to wipe away any tears that cascaded down her cheeks. 

“She wrote me this letter,” Y/N says, still trying to comprehend everything, “I-I shouldn’t be sad, right? I mean she was never there for me and-and…”

Y/N cut herself off as she let out a sob as the tears rolled down her face at a rapid pace. Eddie immedietly pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Y/N continued to sob in his arms. She couldn’t stop, she let everything out. Eddie whispered in her ear to try to calm her but nothing was working, if anything, Y/N continued to sob more. 

“My mom is dead.” Y/N says, through her tears and it broke Eddie’s heart hearing how broken she sounded. 

“I-I shouldn’t feel like this.” Felcity says, it was barely legible.

“She was your mother, Y/N, it’s okay to feel like this.” Eddie whispered into her ear, smoothing down her hair.

“She said she was proud of me,” Y/N says, her sobs beginning to cease, “In the letter.”

Eddie looked at the letter clutched in her hand. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and wiped away the reminder of her tears. 

“I shouldn’t be sad,” Y/N says, “She-she didn’t care, she didn’t…”

“Y/N, it’s okay to feel sad,” Eddie says, pulling her to rest against his chest, “You don’t need to think of excuses not to.”

“I can’t believ she’s gone and the last conversion we had was an argument.” Y/N says, curling into Eddie’s side. 

“That’s why she wrote you the letter, Y/N.” Eddie says after reading the first line of the letter. 

“My father said the funeral is next week.” 

“Are you going to go?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know,” Y/N sighed, “She was never there for me my whole life.”

Eddie paused, “I think you should go, it might give you some closure.”

Y/N was silent momentarily, “The only problem is if I go to the funeral, I don’t think I will come back,” She whispered, “I will leave the band then and there if I leave now.”

Eddie looked down at Y/N resting on his chest, “If you do that Y/N, I will support you.”

“I don’t want to let anyone down,” Y/N says, “Especially Warren, he is still so excited about the tour, he’s one of my best friends, Eddie.”

“He’ll understand, Y/N,” Eddie says, “He knew you didn’t want to be in the band in the first place.”

“I know,” Y/N says, “But I just don’t want to hurt anyone by leaving.”

“You’re hurting no one but yourself by staying.” Eddie says, “You need time to yourself, Y/N. First you album gets taken away from you, then you are forced to join a band you didn’t want to join, I was a complete dick to you and Camila ignored you for months, then you mother passed away. You��ve been through a lot.”

Y/N rested her head in the crook of her neck, “I really don’t deserve you.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Edde says, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he clutched onto her hand. 

…

Y/N L/N: That conversation with Eddie really put things into perspective for me. I needed to focus on myself and think about myself rather than everyone else’s opinion. I only wished I realised it sooner.

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[sad-gay-writer]

The Coldest Dragon

Aemond Targaryen X Gn!Reader

Tags- Hurt/comfort, sickfic, sad, angsty fluff, fluffy angst, caregiver

Context: As the months go on, Aemond notices you keep on training hard, even in the evening. Also, despite the feasts you attend, you eat little and lesser every day. He is starting to get worried. So when you fall off Vhagar, after fainting whilst riding with him, Aemond confronts your problem.

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TW- Restriction, overexercising, fainting, ED thoughts and purging-Insert your own first and last name Y/n L/n = Your name Last name

Insert your own pronouns if not they/them/themself- gender neutral

You are not a Targaryen but Aemond's future betrothed, so you stay with him in the Dragonstone castle until you are both of age to wed.

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Over the past few moons Aemond had noticed there was something wrong. He knew because you were stubborn, like him, you would have to be confronted about your problem. It was a problem, a disorder. Aemond had read about afflictions of the mind from the books of his Maesters', mostly he had focused on mental aversions to food, which he believes you have. You met all of the criteria after all, because you ate very little or nothing on certain days, then trained for hours until he had to take you inside at near the hour of the bat.

"My Prince, are you feeling well?" A serving girl asked, breaking Aemond's deep thought, whilst he realised he had been sat staring into a plate of sweet meats for the most of the midday feast. "Uh, yes. I am fine, thank you." He muttered back awkwardly, trying to look at other food on the table. Then Aemond caught your eye, trying to pass the plate of sweet meat he smiled. Only to be met with your tight lipped grimace, of which he saw often now at dinner times, in response. "Ah, no thank you my Prince. I- I will just have some vegetables." You began piling vegetables onto your plate, almost amassing a pile which left peas rolling onto the table, rapidly grabbing a whole spoonful of fruits from Dorne as well. Nervously trying to avoid Aemond's fervent look of fear, you began to cut the carrots into increasingly miniscule pieces with your knife aggressively.

King Viserys was at the head of the long table, with Queen Alicent at his side. The two were staring at you, brows furrowed, as they whispered to one another looking at you then each other again. Whereas Aegon, already blackout drunk, did not care for the shaking of the table as you began to saw into the root vegetables in front of you. Whilst Helaena, his sister-wife, stood up and stared off dreamily out of the castle's window before announcing clearly, "The coldest dragon will fall. The coldest dragon will fall," She repeated this until the King motioned for a servant to hand Helaena her sewing and to 'take my dear daughter to her chambers, please'.

As a servant took Helaena away you stood up, hands shaking and dropping your knife onto the table. "May I be excused? I apologise my King and Queen, but I am feeling unwell." Queen Alicent turned to the King, before nodding and King Viserys nodded for you to leave before coughing into a handkerchief from his wife, the Queen.

Turning to leave you heard the scraping of Aemond's chair as he too stood up, this made you walk faster but as you stood up the blood rushed from your head. It left you reeling, barely managing to open the door before you collapsed against the wall in a hidden washer's cupboard. As you heard the door creak open again, hitting the wall with the force of Aemond opening it, running to find you. But Aemond had grown up on Dragonstone, he saw your panting shadow from under the door to the cupboard he had hidden in many times from Aegon as a boy, and carefully stepped inside. Your vision was swimming as the faint feeling overcame you, as you tried to push Aemond away only for him to hold you by the shoulders and kiss your forehead. "My love, what's wrong?" Staring at you with his violet eye, tenderly tracing your face with his pale fingers. "Please, tell me Y/n." Sighing and wrenching your head away from him you muttered, "Nothing. I just felt ill at the feast table." Pulling yourself from his arms you walked off to the Training Area, shivering despite the warm Sun shining into the hallways.

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It was now close to the hour of the bat, still trying to train you were sweating, gasping for air clenching a sword with red knuckles and blue fingers. Above you on a balcony Aemond stood next to Queen Alicent, who was clasping Aemond's hand as he bit his lip anxiously.

"I can't stand to see Y/n destroy themself like this, they barely ate at dinner Mother. But," he gasped supressing his anger, "they won't talk to me about it. Even when I try to help them, like after dinner and I- Seven Hells, I don't know what to do!" Alicent held her son, as he raged silently beside her. "I need to go down there. I need to stop them." Before Queen Alicent could stop him, Aemond ran from her arms and raced down the stairs to where you were; heaving, panting and still attempting to swing your sword at the straw target. "Y/n, stop this now please," He grabbed your frail wrist, all his fingers could wrap around it easily, taking the sword from your weak grip.

"Aemond let me go, I need to continue training-" You cried, as Alicent ran to the both of you down the stairs. "Aemond, stop this now. If you continue this behaviour I shall put you in the dungeons!" He let go of your arm, placing a kiss on your cold hand, and stood beside his Mother-Queen Alicent. Calmly, Alicent turned to you, her eyes softening and smile turning warm she whispered, "My darling child, come to your chambers, it is too late for you to be training now my sweet." You followed as Queen Alicent walked you to your room, leaving when Aemond sat at your feet whilst you were tucked into bed. "Good night, dear Y/n." She beamed kindly, then quietly, " And to you too, Aemond." You thanked her, Aemond paused listening to his Mother's footsteps recede down the hallway then turning to you, a passion igniting in his eyes.

"You must tell me what is wrong, Y/n. You are so frail and you will not eat! I saw how you cut the fruit into tiny pieces at dinner, the table shook."

"Aemond, leave it be. I am not-" You coughed dryly, "Sick, there is nothing ailing me. So please leave."

He looked away, holding your hand tight. "I love you, Y/n L/n. But if you keep on lying to me I won't be able to love what you're doing to yourself."

"You wouldn't understand it, Aemond." You hissed, gritting your teeth and pulling your hand from his, rolling over onto your side to face away from him in your bed.

"What could I not understand? I know about the ailments of the mind, I understand what you are struggling with my love. I am not angry at you, I am angry at what you are doing to yourself!" Aemond's words softened, he reached his hand over to you and tenderly took your hand in his again; pulling you into his chest, your head in the crook of his long neck. "Let's go for a night ride then, to calm us both down."

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On Vhagar's back you always felt so calm. Her dark green scales helped ground you, as your skin rubbed against the rough texture with the leather saddle you and Aemond sat on. As his strong arms held the reins around Vhagar's wide neck, you felt your stomach drop. You were never afraid of heights but looking over the ancient dragon's wings made you feel sickly, making your head spin as Vhagar flew through the clouds. Aemond loved to fly at night with you, your arms around his waist clenching his hips.

Suddenly, ice cold fear ran through him. Your arms weren't around his waist.

Pulling Vhagar into a nose dive Aemond screamed your name, tears pricking in his eye as he tried to yank the ancient beast beneath him in any direction closer to you. Looking around frantically his eyes found the whole in the clouds where you had fallen through and sped Vhagar down the clouded tunnel. He flew down at such a speed tears streamed down his face, but Aemond couldn't care enough in that moment if he was crying because of that or for you. Then he noticed your pale body, falling through the inky sky. Vhagar roared, a sound that made Aemond's bones shake, pulling him down towards you at a painful speed. The dragon caught you in her mouth, gently holding you with her blunt, yellowed teeth and slowly lowering you two to the grounds of Dragonstone.

As Vhagar carefully placed your body on the grass, the King and Queen were already at your side, Vhagar's roars had woken half the castle. Queen Alicent brushed the damp hair from your face, gasping at the hollows of your cheeks as King Viserys helped Aemond of his saddle to your side. When the Maesters and servants helped carry you to the Maesters' tower, Aemond still held your hand, his breathing erratic with worry. "Aemond, you may follow Y/n until they are placed in the Maesters' chambers but then you must go to your chambers." The King ordered his son sternly, so he couldn't retort.

The Maesters put you down on the bed, stripping your body down to check for any injuries from being in Vhagar's jaws, but instead they found you in worse condition. Your ribs stuck out like sharp knives, almost as prominent as your hip bones. And, your stomach was so shrunken it was like a pale concave. As the servants tried to shut the door on him Aemond pushed his way in, his heart breaking as he saw your starved body. He didn't even care for the Maesters or servants around him when he held your hand and wept. "Y/n, how could I let you do this to yourself?"

Blearily opening your heavy eyes, you groaned and your grip on Aemond's hand weakened but he strengthened his grip, never wanting to let go of you again with tears in his eyes he kissed you.

Over the following moons the Maesters helped you to regain the weight you had lost to become healthy again. It was hard to be told you had an affliction of the mind, being seen as mad by certain servants who gave you odd looks as they cleaned the room around you. But they would always 'leave' their jobs shortly after, or that is what Aemond would tell you. For what's more Aemond was with you everyday when you were confined to your bed in the Maesters' tower, even when you sobbed over flagons of milk and pieces of fruit. Your recovery from your illness was painful but Aemond loved you everyday, despite the fainting and throwing up after eating on the bad days. Then especially when you could sit with him in the Sun under Vhagar's wings.

As you sat under Vhagar's enormous wingspan, lying under her cool shadow, Aemond traced the shape of your lips and smiled when you kissed his fingers. "I love you, Y/n. Never forget that, my dear"

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[myth-blossom]

It's The Little Things

I wrote a lil something in honor of @grumpynora's birthday! You can read about young 6 and 47 breaking into a diner below.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORA! 🥳🥳🥳 I'm sending you lots of love and I hope you have an amazing day like you deserve! 💗

The lock gave way easily as they broke into the diner, its only security a loose doorknob that couldn’t keep out determined wildlife, let alone two young assassins. The business was closed and the staff long since gone, providing them a quiet place to relax as they formulated a new plan to eliminate the target. 

Of all the places they normally visited, a diner was the most unusual. 6 and 47 lived a strict lifestyle that allowed them little freedom of choice, hindering their experience of locales that weren’t useful to their work. Father mostly dictated their daily routines, often sending them around the world to complete contracts for Providence before returning home and starting the murderous cycle anew. Though the Institute guards chauffeured them to and from the airport, they were allowed to work fairly unsupervised, though they were only given a limited amount of time to complete the job before returning to Romania. Father didn’t want his subjects to deviate from his grand plan, nor for them to get any troublesome ideas about rebelling.

Still, they had to improvise when the target’s plans changed, causing them to move from the office building to a neutral location where they could reevaluate their tactics. 47 stationed himself at the diner’s counter while his brother took interest in the kitchen. He used the small ray of kitchen light shining through the serving window to study their map of the city, doing his best to ignore the noise of 6 opening drawers and running water from the other side. He had just concocted a new plan when he heard the flat top grill switch on. Curious, 47 left to investigate. 

6 slapped many strips of bacon onto the grill’s hot surface, smirking proudly to himself at the resulting symphony of sizzle. He ignored his brother’s stare from the corner of his eye as he reached for a bowl of egg yolks. 

“What are you doing?” 47 asked, his tone neutral. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

47 raised his brow, but said nothing. 

“Go sit down,” 6 grinned. “Trust me.”

47 sighed lightly, but did as he was told. He returned to the old yellow spinning stool at the diner’s counter and listened to his brother work. After many interesting sounds, wonderful smells, and a few muttered expletives for entertainment, 6 was finally finished. He walked backwards through the swinging doors while carrying two large ceramic plates filled with breakfast food. 

47’s eyes widened at the chef’s offerings: five strips of bacon of varying doneness, a large mass of scrambled eggs, and two & a half pancakes (the half being the third pancake that folded in on itself while flipping). 6 waited expectantly for 47, refusing to eat his own breakfast until he saw his brother’s reaction to his food.

“Why?” was all 47 could muster. 

"Seriously, brother?” 6 sighed. 

“Yes. Father wouldn’t approve of us wasting time.” 

“47, enjoying life isn’t a waste,” he frowned. “Just try the food, I promise you’ll like it.” 

“Very well.” 

6 watched as he quietly ate from each corner of his plate, sampling a strip of bacon before eating half of the eggs and then one of the pancakes. 

“And?” 6 prompted. “What do you think?”

47 considered the plate. The bacon was chewy, the eggs a bit overcooked, and the pancake overly sweet with a hint of raw batter still in the middle. 

It was the best meal he ever had. 

They very rarely ate anything other than the protein-and-vitamin-rich meals served at the Institute. The meals served their nutritional purpose, but they were often shaped as grayish mush or patties and were very much lacking in flavor. What his brother had just served him was rather perfect, a revelation for his palate, and he was suddenly very glad that they took up a brief residence in the diner. It became another one of 6’s rebellions against their Father’s restrictions, one that 47 was very grateful to have experienced. 

“It’s…good.” 

6 grinned proudly. “I told you you’d like it.” 

They slowly ate their delicious meal as they attempted to savor each bite. They would eventually have to return to their assignment and clean the diner of any evidence of their presence. But for now they would sit together and eat, and enjoy the liberating taste of something new.

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[scorpioracha]

Dating Changbin

I’m so sorry for the wait you guys, but Changbin is finally here!! I want to warn you that besides the usual smut there is also some dating related angst in this part so just be mindful of that. Besides that make sure to reblog/like or comment if you enjoyed!!

Changbin 창빈

-your relationship with Changbin is another friends to lovers situation—except you had only met him when he was a trainee. It was one of those friendships where a day felt like a year and a year felt like a lifetime. You guys fit together like puzzle pieces, as cliche as it is you were his calm in the storm.

-During the survival show when he couldn’t see you, he looked forward to your nightly video calls. You two would talk about every or nothing, either way he felt at peace.

-You were one of the few people he fully let his guard down around. There was no need to posture, no need to be tough. When it was just the two of you there were no expectations.

-There was no way he couldn’t fall in love with you.

-you dated in secret until his debut—which is also when the two of you almost broke up.

-He had gotten so in his head about dragging you into the spotlight, he didn’t even ask you what you wanted—he tried to make that decision for you.

“I’m doing this for you!”he finally shouted, stock still in the middle of the room gripping his hair in frustration. “I…I’m doing this for you y/n”

“What exactly are you doing for me?”you said, “pushing me away? You don’t get to give up on us the minute things get hard!”

“…I’m not giving up on us”he said, and you couldn’t tell if there were tears in his eyes or if it was just the reflection of the moon through the window. “I-I I’m not-“

“Then what are you doing, Changbin?”you asked. That one question opened a dam of insecurities you didn’t even know were being stored.

“I don’t know”he sniffled, roughly wiping at his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing”

-The rest of that night was spent huddled in the middle of the room, bodies intertwined in one another as you just listened. You sat and you held and you listened.

-As the group grew so did your relationship. It felt as though the last forgotten brick of whatever wall was left standing between you two was destroyed. You were introduced to the boys and to no one’s surprise they all adored you, especially the maknae line.

“y/n noona come play with us!”I.N whined, pulling on your arm.

“Yeah yeah! We’re gonna play Mario kart, come onnnn”Felix said grabbing the other one. With an aborted sigh you let the two pull you into the living room of the dorms, Changbin watching with a fond smile.

-And you couldn’t forget the hyung line.

“Ya y/n-ah, have more”Lee know said, piling an extra serving of rice onto your plate. You would argue but his tone left no room for discussion.

“Changbin-ah, have you been feeding her?”he asked, waving the spoon in his direction.

“Yeah, where’d those little bread cheeks go?”Hyunjin asked, turning to squint at your boyfriend.

-Even though he ended up in the hot seat for interrogation multiple times a week—even though you could take care of yourself—it left his heart feeling full in a way only beats and melodies could describe. Two of the most important parts of his lives melding together in perfect harmony. Well. Usually perfect harmony.

“Changbin come get your demon!”Chan cried as he raced through the hallway. Changbin didn’t even have time to ask before he saw you chasing after him with a spatula in hand. His eyes locked with Seungmin. “Channie Hyung ate her bingsu”

“It was an accident!”Chan screamed from down the hall.

“Yeah, and so will your death!”

Changbin let out a dreamy sigh and leaned against the wall. “I’m in love with her”

-with 3RACHA,comebacks and other commitments, dates with this man are never planned.

-It’s a lot of studio hangouts and late night texts to put shoes on and be at your front door in five minutes.

-You spend a lot of your time in the passenger seat of his car, going 90 down empty roads and watching the moonlight.

-When he does get a day off though, he’s all yours. He does harbor guilt though because a lot of these days off are spent in bed with him absolutely knocked out. He’ll wake up a few times during his nap and try to get up mumbling apologies but you just shush him and snuggle him tighter.

-I’m gonna mention it. I’m gonna do it.

-Aegyo.

-That’s all I’m gonna say. You want a song sung to you in a baby voice? You got it. You wanna see gods menu performed in tiny? Who is he to deny you.

-Also do not get it twisted, he is absolute putty in your hands but you are his baby. You want for nothing when you’re with him. Touch starved? Good luck getting him off of you. Hungry? You will be in his lap eating kimbap within the next thirty minutes. Bored? Will perform all of the oddinary tracks for you complete with costume changes and moving parts. How he managed to smuggle sparklers inside, you’ll never know.

-Refuses to admit that he’s an even bigger baby. If his face is not smothered in your tiddies at least once a day he will scream.

-His favorite activity is honestly just holding you. Changbin is huge on skinship so he wants to be touching you at all time. Pinkies linked,hand holding,laying on top of you so you’re completely immobilized, he is a fan of it all.

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-This boy wants to make you feel good. That is his top priority 100% of the time. If he doesn’t cum, it’s fine. If you don’t cum? That’s not even gonna be an option.

-A big fan of missionary. Our boy is a softie, he wants to be able to see your face and kiss your cheeks as he thrusts into you.

-Tell no one but, he likes to hold your hand during sex🥺. It helps ground him and makes his heart feel all mushy and gooey and shit.

-He has a subspace. He’s aware that he has a subspace. He’s just scared to fully be that vulnerable during sex due to some not so good experiences so you gotta take it easy with him.

-He’s not fully opposed but if he feels himself slipping he will start to freak out and regain control. You honestly just gotta meet him where he’s at on that day cause progress isn’t ✨linear✨

-The few times that he was willing to go down for you, it was precious.

-Eyes scrunched shut and biting his lip in a way that looked almost painful as you wrapped your hand around his length pumping slowly, just slow enough to not be enough.

-He’s quieter than a lot of people would assume. Little grunts here and there but a lot of breathy whines. Although he raps hard his voice is naturally soft. When he cums, it’s heavy breathing and choked off grunts.

-he’s soft all around in general, even if he’s fucking you to the point of tears he’s letting you know how much you mean to him. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek and petting your sweaty hair as he’s making you see cosmos.

-after concerts he has a tendency to pull you into closets and rut into you like he’s never felt a pussy in his life, whimpering into the crook of your neck as tears mixed with sweat run down his face. He’s so excited and overwhelmed that he can barely keep his legs underneath him, this ends up with you two on the floor in some haphazard position as he drills your cunt rambling about how good you make him feel and how he’s so lucky. Might even slip up and call you mommy

-The only time he’s anything but soft on you is if you make him jealous. You made the mistake of wearing Jeongin’s hoodie one time because it was right there and next thing you know you’re in the bathroom bent over the counter.

-he’s not a degrader, not at all. It doesn’t feel right or natural for him to be saying anything of that. He’d rather tell you how good you feel around him and how much he loves your pussy🥺

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