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eightmakesonebraincell · 6 months

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i have a little request! what happens with mafia mingi & yn? do they ever meet again? if so, how?

same with wooyoung! do they still meet at the convenience store every night? did he bring the others over to introduce reader to them?

oh im curious yeahhhhh

ateez as mafia members pt 2

original post here

pairing: mafia!mingi x reader, mafia!wooyoung x reader, mentions of ot8!mafia

genre: fluff, crack, a continuation of the mafia tropes brainrot-fest

length: 2.1k

c/w: explicit language, violence, weapons, mentions of alcohol, unedited

a/n: thank you anon for requesting (and special thanks @sorryimananti-romantic for validating my writing 🫶) this was only meant to be like a five dot-point thing explaining what happens, but obviously mafia!ateez has me in their chokehold. mafia!ateez in my brain: it's free real estate

mingi

it takes a few days for you to reopen your bar after your fateful meeting with ccg

ccg as in cute coat guy

because quite frankly, that night shook you up a little

mingi most definitely notices your absence

but it's not like he can just check up on how you're doing

not when your bar is closed and he has no real excuse to show up apart from "i was worried about you"

after he reports back to base and rejoins ateez, hongjoong's girlfriend offers to hack into the database and find out what your phone number is

("it'll literally take me like, two seconds")

mingi refuses though because he wants to do things the right way

at least...when it comes to things concerning you

after you reassure yourself that the thugs chasing after cute coat guy aren't going to kill you by association, you feel safe enough to open up the mist again

his leather coat usually sits draped over your chair behind the countertop

originally, you think about washing it before returning it to him

...whenever he shows up you suppose

but then you kind of like the smokey smell of gunpowder with an underlying hint of his cologne that is on the coat

so you leave it as it is

in fact, you might have actually worn it a couple of times

you like how the end of the coat brushes against your calves, how the sleeves fall past your fingertips, how it engulfs your entire frame like an embrace

but mostly, you like how it reminds you of the handsome stranger; who claims he is a good bad guy; who you still do not know the name of

you wonder if he made it back safely that night

you're wearing the coat as you're closing up for the night - it's already well past midnight

you're just about to reach for the last glass on one of the tables when you hear the door to your bar opening

"sorry, i’m closed for the nigh- oh," you pause

it’s ccg

who currently has one leg and arm halfway through the threshold of your door, now frozen mid-step at your words

“if now’s not a good time, i can come back another day?” he starts out hesitantly

“now’s great! good. yes,” you chuckle nervously and try not to be too enthusiastic at his appearance. “now’s good, come in”

you catch his eyes briefly flicker down for a moment before they return to your eyes

then he gives you a soft look and greets you gently, “hi”

“hi,” you return, brain shutting down on you

“you look cute in that,” he jerks his chin down slightly to motion at what he was looking at just moments ago

his leather coat

that you are currently wearing

you squeak in embarrassment, hands fumbling to take it off while you vomit out explanations as to why you’re wearing it

your fingers get caught up in the sleeves

but then he is stepping closer slowly so as not to alarm you, before he grasps the ends of the sleeves and helps tug them off your arms

mingi can’t help but use the opportunity to tenderly hold one of your hands

he’s missed the way your smaller hands fit snugly in his

“did you come back for your coat?” you try to break the silence, because otherwise you are afraid he will hear the heartbeats coming from inside your chest

he nods, “wanted to make sure you were okay, too”

there is a third reason that he does not say

that he just wanted to see you

“i’m okay now,” you reassure him

because he’s back now and he’s safe

he folds the leather coat and places it on the countertop before he says, “i don’t think i ever got your name?”

you tell him then ask him for his

“mingi”

“mingi,” you repeat

he repeats your name in return

“mingi,” you say yet again

“y/n”

you both laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole conversation

“mingi, want to help me close the bar?”

and so you find yourself in his company as you give him easy tasks to do

closing up has always been a tedious job, especially when your body and mind are groggy with fatigue

but with mingi around, an accidental brush whenever you shuffle past each other, a conversation easily flowing between you both, you are awake as ever

even long after all the tables and shot glasses have been cleaned and polished, floors swept, bottles of alcohol reorganised, mingi still has not left

and at some point during the night once you two sit at the countertop to rest your legs, both of you have subconsciously inched closer together in your seats, bodies seeking the warmth and proximity of the other

you are unsure how long you two talk for

but just like that first, fateful meeting with mingi, he stands up to take his leave all too soon

“goodnight, mingi”

mingi buffers for a minute before he decides to do it

he reaches out for your hand, clasping it gently to bring it up to his lips as he presses a light kiss against the back of your hand

and with a goodbye of his own, he turns for the door

except he lingers in the doorway, asking, “will i see you again?”

a smile graces your lips at the irony of the situation and you tell him it's not like you'll be going anywhere; he's free to come visit any time

but you also feel your stomach flutter

because last time, you were the one tugging on mingi’s vest, timidly wondering if that was going to be the last you saw of him

tonight, he is the one unwilling to part ways

not to say that you aren’t either

“i’ll see you around, then,” he says with finality, voice still soft-spoken

and then he leaves

but just mere seconds later you spot it

his leather coat

still folded on your counter where he had placed it earlier

"wait, your coat!" you rush outside with it

mingi is only a few feet away

he could very easily turn around and take it from you

but then he just winks, gives you a tip of his hat and says, "next time," before he's walking away again

you chew on the inside of your cheek to stop the silly grin from blooming across your face

because something tells you that you're going to be hanging on to mingi's coat for him for a while

even after next time

wooyoung

it feels like deja vu

a whole gang of mafia members sauntering into your convenience store like a scene straight out of a movie

admittedly, they are much more pleasing to the eye than the group that was chasing after wooyoung weeks ago

but still

these are several muscular men in tank tops, leather jackets and heavy chained necklaces

your hand itches for the comforting weight of the pepper spray in your purse that wooyoung had gotten you just last week

you haven't had a reason to need it since wooyoung basically lives in your store now

and he always walks you home after your shift

but now seems like a more than good enough time to use it

"you usually work the night shift here?"

a voice causes your eyes to snap up

the man at the head of the group addresses you with a quirk of his brow - it's pierced, you notice

"...yeah," you answer

you wonder if this is your last shift at work and at life

and then just like a repeat of last time, you spot wooyoung's frantic bounce of curls appear from across the street of your store

you pray to the heavens above that he isn't being chased by anyone else this time

because the thought of two gangs crossing paths inside your modest store?

you don't think it's going to look like a store after their fight is through

you see the way wooyoung's eyes widen when he spots the thugs just mere feet away from you and you see a curse form on his lips

you just need to hold out until he gets here

wooyoung will keep you safe

wooyoung will-

"then you must know," the man leans in a little closer to grab your attention, "where i can find-"

wooyoung bursts through the door

"-the super sour gummy worms?" the man finishes

you physically cannot help the words that blurt out of you in disbelief, "the fuck you just say?"

"hongjoong!" wooyoung's piercing shout interrupts you both

wooyoung worms his way through the gang and you stare incredulously at him before you say, "the fuck did you just say?"

he ignores you in favour of pressing his hands against the chest of the man - hongjoong? - and trying to push him towards the doors of your store

quite unsuccessfully, you must add

"the fuck are you guys doing here?" wooyoung yells

"what the fuck is going on?" you demand

"holy fuck, not even hongjoong swears this much"

"fuck yeah, potty mouth!"

"stop swearing you fucktards!"

one of the men who has been lingering on the edge of the group sidles up to the counter, looking at you with an apologetic grimace

"sorry you have to deal with...this," he shakes his head just as another man comes to join you both, "i'm jongho, by the way"

"seonghwa," the other man introduces himself with a gentle voice

these mafia men are surprisingly kind

and normal

except, you suppose, anyone in comparison to wooyoung would be normal

"are you all wooyoung's, uhh, friends?" you don't know whether they know you know

they chuckle, "yeah, we're his friends. his brothers, too, you could say"

you realise the rest of the men have started to settle down and are standing in a rough semi-circle around your counter

wooyoung is currently grumbling and muttering indignantly under his breath with someone's arm thrown over his shoulders, though it looks more like he's a child being scolded by his father than it looks a friendly gesture

"so to what do i owe the pleasure of a visit from all of you?" you ask them, now that there is no swearing being thrown across the room and you realise they aren’t going to shoot you through the head

"had to see for ourselves who was making our wooyoung all smitten. always sneaking out at night like a tween"

"yunho!" wooyoung hisses and elbows said man in the ribs

except with the height difference, it's more like his hips

it's amusing to see how everyone has the upper hand over wooyoung's brattiness

"am i meeting the in-laws already?" you smirk at wooyoung, "you like me or something, jung wooyoung?"

he flushes bright red and you're quite positive that if you made him take his socks off, you would find him blushing straight down to his toes

"that's it!" he hollers, arms flailing and shooing everyone, "out! out! out!"

you know they can easily resist his pushy hands, but they simply snicker and let themselves be herded towards the doors

"bye, darling!" someone jumps up and down to catch your gaze over the heads of everyone else

"shut up, san!"

yunho, you think you recall his name being, flutters his fingers at you cheekily, "we'll be back soon!"

and then he lets out an indignant yelp when wooyoung slaps his back with a screech, "no, you guys won't!"

you're laughing heartily by this point, unrestrained and very much enjoying their antics

"bye, everyone," you wave them off and then blow wooyoung an exaggerated kiss, "see you later, wooyoungie!"

everyone cackles with glee at the sight of him trying to dig himself into the ground

the sound of their ruckus finally dies down as they exit and walk further away from your store

and then you hear a distant wail

"i didn't get my gummy worms!"

you shake your head with a fond smile and take a seat at the register, but not before setting aside a pack of those ‘super sour gummy worms’ for hongjoong

and then, like always, you look at the clock and count the seconds as they tick past

counting down the seconds until wooyoung comes back to see you

again

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hollowtakami · 3 months

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TOGETHER WITH ME, FOREVER

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CONTENT: obsessive/unhealthy relationship, yandere themes + tropes, clingy gojo, inspired by this! (korehan is such a good va he has me in a chokehold) (pls release me i have a family)

WORD COUNT: 298

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was really fun to write, i’ve been having a lot of yan!gojo brainrot recently so i needed to get this out of my system hehe. just as a small disclaimer, i don’t intend to romanticise these kinds of relationships, this is more of a character study(?)

Yandere!Gojo, who’s clingy to the point where he feels his heart ripped to shreds when you stop meeting his gaze for a second. Why would you need to look at anyone else, when you have him? Don’t you know what you’re doing to him?

Yandere!Gojo, getting jealous at the mere thought of you interacting with others, leaving his side. Letting others hear your voice, be around your presence? It makes him sick, he’ll do anything he can to have you near him, always.

Yandere!Gojo, who’d be so soft and sweet until you do something he sees as wrong. You’ve betrayed his love, broken his heart. He’s going to need to keep you by his side, any means necessary. Constantly holding you close, beckoning you to him forever with handcuffs, he doesn’t care. So long as you’re his, nothing else matters.

Yandere!Gojo, feeling himself break when you look at him with fear glazed over your eyes. He loves you so much, he’d never want to hurt you! He just wants to protect you, keep you safe from harm and from anyone else that dares to come close to you. Tokyo’s missing persons reports seem to have increased at an alarming frequency.

Yandere!Gojo, who reassures you that he’s all you need, forever. If you ever thought otherwise, he’d get rid of any obstacles. He’s the strongest, after all! No need to worry about being hurt or misled by others, not with your darling Satoru around. Forever.

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eydi-andrius · 8 months

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Ours, huh. (Malleus Draconia x Reader)

a/n: just an exercise after my long break. also, malleus was so adorable at the current event. where he came three hours early so he will not miss his first vacation outside briar valley

cw/tw: unedited, pure brainrot for malleus

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"I definitely heard that thunder loud and clear." Cater nervously laughed and looked outside the window of the mirror chamber.

It was true though. The once beautiful morning slowly turns dim as dark clouds with lightning crawl out and hide the sun.

"Wow! I've never seen Tsunotarou make that kind of expression before. Look! He's turning really scary." Grim grimaced and made sure to move closer to you as he watched Malleus' expression turn darker and scarier. The more you stare at his hulking stature, the louder the thunder outside.

Jamil was not at fault though for making Malleus angry. A royalty without an escort to a public event will surely be a problem. A national security level of problem. You're actually weirded out that Sebek wasn't here wreaking havoc because Malleus will go out alone. Lilia probably has him on a chokehold.

"Why was that? Draconia has been here for three hours. I think he was that excited to join you today." Crowley, just like how useless he was, emphasizes how much Malleus has been looking forward to this trip, more than doing his job as a professor and interfering with the problem at hand.

You watch Malleus' mood turning sour, as he hears the professor's words, and Jamil trying his best to make his point across when you hear Trey coughed behind you. You looked back at him and Trey nodded at where Malleus was standing. A frown was your only response, wondering what he meant. His only reply was an exasperated sigh when you did not understand him. He then opened his mouth to speak without sound, mouthing about Malleus again but you're far too slow to understand that too.

Done with the way you and Trey danced with each other, Cater held your shoulders, and forcefully made you look back again at Malleus. As you turn, a loud crack of thunder hits near the school that makes you flinch. It took you awhile to regain your composure but once you got yourself together, you almost choked in fear on how furious Malleus is looking right now.

If he was in his dragon form, he probably would have eaten and swallowed Jamil – whole.

Not giving you enough time, Cater pushed you towards Malleus and you tripped in front of him. Good thing his reflexes were fast and he was able to catch you on time. The air of anger and malice immediately vanished and his eyes softened as he looked at you.

Ah! They want me to take care of Malleus for them. These Heartslabyul friends of yours. You wonder if they were truly your friends or they were just using you when they needed your help. Tsk.

"Child of man, are you alright?" Tone soft and calm, he asked you. He even checked if you have any scratches from your accidental tripping.

"I am fine, Tsunotarou. Was it true that you waited for three hours here?" When Malleus blushed at your question, you also blushed in return.

"I did. I was afraid I would miss it so I woke up earlier than the agreed time."

Still a little excessive though. Was the thought inside your head but you know too well that Malleus' fear was valid. Somehow, even with his tall stature, people always miss him out or completely forget him. It always has been a mystery to you, especially when you never forget to invite him in everything you do. It wasn't that hard.

"You must be tired waking up that early. But I'm so glad you're coming with us today. Right, Jamil?" You looked at Jamil, who looked like any minute now he would pee in distress. So with your eyes, you silently begged him to just agree.

With no other choice, and with the incestent of Kalim, he agreed.

Glad that everything worked out, you intertwined your arms to Malleus' right arm.

"Let's enjoy our first vacation outside NRC, shall we?" You asked him with a broad smile and a tilt of your head.

He looks surprised at first with the gesture. His eyes wide and mouth agape. But when he got himself back, he gave you a sly grin.

"Ours, huh. Well, let's enjoy it together then." He gave you a smile and you did not fail to notice how the flowers seemed to bloom and the sun shone brighter outside before the mirror took you all to your destination.

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Let me know your thoughts! And thank you in advance for your likes, comments and reblogs! <3

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powerfultenderness · 7 months

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Okay like neighbor!König brainrot has me in a chokehold. And this just happened to me!

What if König's pipes burst in his apartment and he needs to shower for one reason or another. He knocks on his neighbors door, and now it's the neighbor's turn to be all in their own head making up fantasies and can't even look him in the eyes after.

I am so sorry this is so late. Sending Neighbor Reader the strength she needs after this.

Summary: König stops by to shower at your place and dreams ensue. Rated: Explicit (18+) Warnings: shower sex + a touch of angst Word Count: 3290

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hm? König?” You raised your voice enough to hear through the door, though it was still muffled by the mouthful of food you had.

“Yes.”

You were already almost at the door by the time he answered. He was pretty much the only person to stop by your flat, as you learned that the two of you were the only residents on this floor.

“Wha-”

You stopped mid question, snapping your mouth shut as you were met with…a sight. Quite the sight. König’s bare chest. All wet and glistening. He had a towel hastily thrown over his head and across his face and another that he held slung low over his waist. Other than that, and the sandals on his feet, he was nude. Your eyes lingered on his muscled chest, jumping from scar to scar, following the trail of hair that led down and dipped under the towel.

He called your name (again?) and you shot your eyes back up to his face, or rather what you could see of it. He said something. Something. Something about your shower?

“Mmm…” You swallowed the food that was still in your mouth. “I, uh. Have a shower.”

He titled his head, eyes scrunched up a little, and repeated a shortened version of what he just said. “yes. That’s why I’m here. May I borrow your shower for tonight?”

“Oh! Yea!” You stepped aside to let him in and motioned behind you, “it’s through my room.” You don’t know why you said that. He’d been over to your place enough times to know where the bathroom was.

“Thank you. I’ll be quick.”

“No, uhm, no problem.” You turned, your eyes tracking him as he moved through your flat, from the broad shoulders tapering down to a waist that begged to be held, to the small of his back.

Once he disappeared into your room you sighed. “What the fuck?”

Not that you minded the insane amount of eye candy you just devoured, but, what the fuck? You closed the door (probably should have done that as soon as he was inside) and made your way back to the kitchen. It was there that you caught sight of the notice you threw up on the fridge as a reminder. Management said that they would be working on plumbing one floor up, and that there might be some minor interruptions with the plumbing on your floor. Your flat hadn't been affected, but König's must have! Maybe because he had that big flat… Lucky you (that your flat was unaffected, not that König came over naked and wet!).

König said he'd be quick, but you had been so lost in thought that you couldn't say if he was or wasn't. He just appeared out of your room, a little drier than when he showed up, towel thrown over his face and the other around his waist. "Thank you. I'll shower at the base tomorrow if they don't fix the pipes by then."

"Oh it's no problem. What's a shower between friends?" You chuckled nervously and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him.

Your eyes slipped, just a little, drifting down to his bare shoulder. Back to his eyes. His eyes are a light blue and what skin that isn’t hidden by the towel around his head is stained with a light blush. Probably from the shower.

“You can use my shower, uhm, until they fix the water.” You cleared your throat and looked back up, your eyes had drifted down his nude body again. “G’night.”

He nodded and thanked you one more time before bidding you a good night and leaving.

What a long day! You sighed under the perfectly warmed water, your muscles relaxing as you washed away the day. You had just finished with your hair and reached for the bottle of body wash when the shower curtain suddenly opened.

You screeched, jumping back and thankful that your back hit the shower wall and caught you before you fell. “König!” You gasped, catching just a glimpse of his face, obscured by the water running down your face, before snapping your eyes closed and crossing your arms over your chest. “What the fuck?!”

“Ah, sorry, darling. You said I could shower here again.” He stepped into the shower with you, you heard him slide the shower curtain closed, and could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he crowded you in the small space.

“But! That wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” You attempted to stutter out a response, your eyes still screwed shut.

You bit back a squeak when you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“Turn around. You have soap in your eyes.” He gently turned you around so that you were facing the water.

Technically, it was shampoo, but how could you correct him when you couldn’t even breathe? You stood stock still, the water washing away the last remnants of your hair product and keeping the front of you warm, while König hovering behind you kept your back warm.

He touched you again, his large hands landing on your shoulders and his thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your neck. “Relax, darling.”

You whimpered as he massaged your neck and shoulders, biting your lip to both as you attempted to concentrate on relaxing and to keep the inappropriate sounds from escaping you. Eventually he hit a spot that had you sighing and leaning back against him, your head leaning back and away from the spray of the water, which was now cascading down your chest.

König practically purred behind you. “You like that, my love?”

Your eyes were closed, finally having given in to his wonderful hands, and sighed. “It’s nice.”

He hummed, one of his hands sliding down your arm until it was no longer touching you. You barely noticed though, too warm and fuzzy, to think much of it. You didn’t even notice him bringing his hands together in front of you, squeezing a generous amount of your body wash into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, lathering the soap up first, then gently placed his hands on your stomach. You gasped, shocked out of your reverie, and looked down as he gently washed you.

“Relax, love.” He cooed again, hands slipping from your stomach to your hips, slowly rubbing up and down your thighs then back up to your waist.

You watched the soap wash away from his hands, gently dragging across your body. His hands were so big and hot. Or was that you? Your blood rushing because he was touching you? His hands stopped, spread against your stomach, and his thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin, as if he were testing how much of your body you were willing to let him touch.

“König,” you whispered as you placed your hands on top of either of his, guiding his hands to your breasts.

With soap slipping between his fingers, he gently squeezed and fondled your breasts, a low pleasurable hum in his chest the whole time.

Your hands slid from his to rest on his wrists, water trailing down from your hands onto his forearms. So strong. You were practically putty in his hands, legs shaking too much to hold your own weight, but that didn’t matter because he was holding you, one of his hands dropping from your breasts to your waist and holding you up.

“Come,” he gently guided you out from the stream of water, “let me get your back.” He turned you so that you were facing the shower wall and started to rub the suds that hadn’t washed away up your thighs, to your hips. You giggled when his hands tickled the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him and accidentally press the front of your body to the shower wall.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, one moving to land on your left shoulder while his other hand continued up your back.

You dropped your forehead onto the wall, steadying yourself with one hand planted next to your face, and sighed. It felt like his hands were all over your body. You shivered from his touch, which he mistook as a shiver from the cold air and crowded you even more. He pressed his body to yours, his skin slick and warm, his cock hard and hot pressed against your backside.

You gasped as he slipped a hand between your thighs, softly groping at your inner thigh then moving his hand to do the same to your other leg. You could feel the heat of his hand near your vulva, so close to where you actually wanted him to touch, but, given the little chuckle you heard over the water, he was purposely teasing you.

“König,” you whined as you dropped one hand to your clit, if he wasn’t going to touch you, then you’d have to do it yourself.

He caught your hand though and placed it on his thigh, your hand flexing and gripping at his thick muscles. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled again.

You cried and buried your face in your arm, face burning despite the fact that König’s body had been shielding you from the water for some time now.

Though he teased you, he didn’t leave you wanting. His middle finger, so large and warm, gently started to circle your clit. You bit back a sigh as your mind started to cloud from pleasure, his other hand now groping at your breasts, pinching your nipples just to elicit little whimpers from you.

His fingers dragged down to tease at your entrance, gathering slick before sliding back to your clit with an added finger. He repeated the motion a few times, drawing more whines out of you and rocking his hand in the direction your hips were rolling. You moaned, your lewd voice echoing through the shower, as he slipped one finger into you, the palm of his hand flat against your clit, rubbing back and forth.

So thick. You pant as you continued to rock your hips into his hand. He adds another finger, stretching you even more and drawing another filthy moan from you. Your world was reduced to that shower. To the warmth flooding through your body, every lingering touch sending waves of pleasure, his hot breath and moans hitting the side of your face.

Even if you had wanted to stifle your obscene moans, you couldn’t. Your mouth hung open as he continued to work your pussy and rut against your ass. Impatient, you rocked your hips back and rubbed your ass against his cock, causing both of you to moan. The sheer size of it had your pussy clenching around his fingers. So close.

You squeezed your thighs around his hand as he leaned down to growl into your ear. “You want it, my love?”

You nodded with a pathetic little, "Uh-Huh."

He moaned and pulled you closer to him, you didn’t think that was possible, your feet dangling off the wet tile. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy clenching and throbbing at the loss, as he maneuvered you so that your back was pressed to the wall.

You leaned forward to rest your head against his chest, but he, surprisingly gently and patient, nudged your chin up. “I want to look at you when my cock fills you up.”

He lined the head of his cock up to your entrance, already stretching you again, and gave a simple command. “Open your eyes.”

“König,” you whined as you opened your eyes.

You blinked…darkness. Your room. And you were alone.

“Ugh,” you sighed as you realized you had your blanket tucked between your legs, and that there was dampness in your panties.

You sighed again, annoyed that your mind had woken you before the best part of the dream. There were only two things to do now, either go back to sleep (and hope that your dreams picked up where they stopped), or achieve your denied orgasm through masturbation.

You ended up choosing a bit of both, your favorite toy taking the spot of your bunched up blankets while you drifted off to dreams of König.

Your less than appropriate thoughts of your neighbor kept you up last night, resulting in you snoozing your alarm three times! You quickly rushed through your morning routine, and made sure not to forget the coffee, and headed out the door. You’d be able to make it just on time if-

“Good morning!”

You jumped with a startled squeak, spilling coffee on you in the process. “Shit!” You yelled, more to yourself, as you peeled your shirt from your skin to save yourself from the hot liquid.

When you turned around to see König at the top of the stairs, you were only a few steps down, his eyes were wide as quickly crossed the threshold to reach you. “Ah! I’m sorry, darling! I didn’t mean to startle you! Are you alright?”

Just hearing his voice after last night had your heart racing and face heating up. But to have him see you like this?

“I’m fine!” You half shouted, embarrassed to be caught with coffee spilling down your front, and raced back up to your flat. “Watch out for the coffee!” You warned him as you unlocked your door and slammed it shut behind you.

You quickly changed and rushed back out, reminding yourself of the spilled coffee on the stairs so you didn’t slip. When you reached the stairs, gripping onto the handrail rather tightly, you took half a second of a confused pause. Dry?

“Darling, I’m sor-”

You jumped again, “stop doing that!”

You didn't think much of it until later, of the way his eyes were so big or of the way he froze, like a predator turned prey. "I'm going to be late!" You gestured wildly behind you, meant to be a wave, as you raced to your car.

König watched, breath caught in an all too tight chest and heart pounding nervously, as you ran away from him. It sent him all the way back to his youth, when he dared to approach the girl he had been crushing on and she ran away in fear.

You were long gone by the time he came back to his senses. He scared you, which made you angry with him. Would you pull away from him now? He couldn’t have that.

His first drill instructor was ruthless, intimidating, terrifying even. König was just a teenager still, before he filled out, all lanky limbs. Back then he dreaded training. That was the last time he felt true fear. He'd faced death a number of times now. He wasn't scared of dying. He wasn't scared of getting hurt. Hell, he wasn't scared of the people that could hurt him.

But this? This dread. It was the closest thing he felt to fear since he was that awkward kid who joined the military all those years ago.

König sighed and checked his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time. Instead of the usual, safe, sniper hood, he wore a plain black neck gaiter pulled up to the bridge of his nose. With no hat or sunglasses to cover the rest of his face, he felt so exposed. His clothes didn’t help either. No tactical vest protecting him, no cargo pants with their pockets filled with weapons or tools. Not even comfortable athletic wear. No, he was wearing most of his wardrobe that consisted of his “nice” civilian clothing. A blue button down, of which he rolled up the sleeves because it felt like too much fabric around his forearms otherwise, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks.

There was a tiny gap between the edge of the neck gaiter and the second button, undone, that he kept fussing with. He buttoned and unbuttoned over and over, unbuttoned felt more comfortable, but he worried that it looked unkempt. He groaned and decided buttoned (no, unbuttoned!), and forced himself out of the bathroom. At this point he was just stalling and needed to get over it.

Fucking sad puppy dog eyes were haunting you all day. It was probably the way his hood exaggerated his pretty eyes that made it worse than it really was. There was no way König, who joined the military at seventeen, who was a colonel, now private military, was at all scared of you yelling about being late.

Still…you sighed and typed out another text. “Hey, König, sorry about this morning. I was in a rush. How about I make dinner for you to make up for it?”

You felt weird about apologizing by text, so you deleted that text too.

New text. “Want to have dinner at my place?”

No. Maybe just, “dinner?”

As your finger was hovering over the send button a knock at the door, less forceful than König’s usual knocks, drew your attention from the phone. “Huh?”

You deleted the text, again, deciding to finish it when you weren’t distracted.

A beautiful pop of pink and white caught your attention first. Flowers. A bouquet of soft pink roses interspersed among white daisies. You blinked, eyes quickly moving up and your breath catching in your throat. It was König, of course it was, who else dropped by for random night visits? But it was König like you’d never seen him before (and you’d seen him practically naked!).

Heat flooded your face as you looked up at him, the bottom half of his face was still covered, but this different glimpse of him, of more of him, had you more than curious to see the rest of him.

“I’m sorry.” He held the flowers out a little more and bowed his head.

“Uhm, what?” You squeaked, though reached for the flowers in any case. “Wh-why are you sorry?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you took the flowers and noticed the way his sleeves were rolled up. You’re really not sure why the sight of his muscular forearms sent a thrill through you, it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his bare arms before! Oh! But, images of your dreams last night flashed through your mind and you had to force yourself to look up, face burning even more.

His eyes darted around you before settling on the flowers, “because you are mad at me.” He sounded so dejected that it just made you want to hug him.

“Oh!” You gasped, “König! No, I’m not. You mean, this morning, right?”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he finally looked at you and nodded.

“Oh, no, König. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just going to be late for work. You didn’t do anything wrong!”

You almost said it had nothing to do with him, but well, that wouldn’t be entirely true. Not that your horny dreams were his problem.

“Oh.” König blinked, eyes darting around again and awkwardly shifted on his feet.

“But!” You looked down at the flowers and gently inhaled their sweet scent. “The flowers are really pretty. Can I keep them?”

“Oh, yes! Of course, they are for you!”

“Thank you, König.” You smiled and stepped back, only now realizing that you were essentially keeping him in the hall. “By the way,” your eyes slowly dragged down his form for a moment before you looked back up, “you look very handsome.”

You caught a peek of the blush that colored his face, his whole face apparently, as his eyes once again started to dart around nervously. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Yes.”

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