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Wicked: Part I – Review

Directed by Jon M. Chu

2024, Universal Pictures

160 minutes

Rating: ★★★��☆

Good: Music, character interactions, spectacle

Bad: Narrative, worldbuilding, problematic elements

As the credits rolled on Wicked: Part I, my wife turned to me and asked what I thought. Surprised by the sudden question, my writer brain kicked into high gear and I answered: “It was alright.” She met the answer with slight disappointment, and I realized I had approached the question incorrectly. The question wasn’t: “Did you find the story of this film compelling and narratively satisfying?”, but “Was that a good musical?” The answer to that question is “Yes, definitely”, while my answer to my unasked, writer question remains unchanged.

“It was alright.” in the same way I would say an action blockbuster—like Edge of Tomorrow or Die Hard—is “alright”. It may be strange to compare the two genres, but they both rely on spectacle, an aspect of filmmaking which myself, and I think many other storytellers, find fun, but ultimately not worth deep analysis. Where action blockbusters blast eyeballs and eardrums with explosions, fast cars and sexy encounters, modern movie musicals overwhelm their audiences with impressive dance choreography, catchy tunes and sexy encounters.

I could discuss how action blockbusters are traditionally targeted towards masculine audiences, and movie musicals are largely targeted towards women and the queer community, but while that topic is important, I’m not going to take the time to discuss society’s obsession with gendered media beyond pointing out that I’m leveraging this same artificial gender divide for contrast.

No, my point here is that as a spectacle, Wicked: Part I is fantastic, in the same way that the spectacle of something like Avengers: Infinity War is fantastic, but is disappointing narratively, in the same way that Avengers: Infinity War is disappointing narratively. There are also some other issues with the movie beyond its spectacle and narrative, but I first want to lay out my credentials, since I believe my experience was affected by metatext more than I expected. I also want to discuss some of what I enjoyed before sharing my thoughts on the movie’s more problematic elements.

I have watched Victor Fleming’s The Wizard of Oz a few times, most recently within the last year or so. I have also watched Sam Raimi’s Oz the Great and Powerful at least once, but I can’t recall anything about it, except that it reinforced Oscar Diggs’ con artist persona—which The Wizard of Oz hints at, and Wicked: Part I restates through text and subtext. I have not read any of the books, nor watched the Wicked stage play—nor any of the stage plays—nor have I engaged with any metatext beyond what I’ve absorbed through Tumblr and cultural osmosis.

I think it’s important to point this out, because I think others may get more out of this movie than I did because they have engaged with the metatext, and the spectacle and recognition will more than make up for what the narrative lacks. I got the feeling going into Wicked: Part I that there’s an entire universe of lore and metatext boiling right below the surface, waiting to be discovered. It’s a similar feeling I get when I watch comic book movies—the major difference being that I have some familiarity with the source material, and so I get additional satisfaction from recognition that I don’t necessarily get from Oz media.

Is that fair? I can’t say. I just know I didn’t grow up with Oz, and never got into it as an adult. As speculative fiction, Oz occupies the same space in my mind as literary nonsense works, like Alice in Wonderland and Hitchhiker’s Guide to Galaxy—worth knowing, but not worth deep analysis. Wicked: Part I does little to change my mind on it, as I’m as unlikely now to get into Oz as I ever was.

But I do have some positive things to say about the movie. What Is This Feeling? is a great musical number, sung beautifully by Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande, and made me excited to see where the movie would go from there, sensing an enemies-to-lovers storyline brewing below the surface. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t come to pass, and I’ll have to be satisfied with the #gelphie tag on Tumblr for the time being. But this was a highpoint of the film for me, so I can’t complain too much. Defying Gravity was also a bop, giving me chills and goosebumps despite the lackluster ending.

In terms of dance choreography, I found most of it competent, if shallow—though Dancing Through Life was seriously impressive. There’s just something about those rotating libraries and Jonathan Bailey’s bisexual book desecration that just did it for me. I also found Ariana Grande to be genuinely funny throughout. Her vacant stare and mean girl attitude, the physical comedy—I didn’t expect it, but I had a good time with it.

What I didn’t have a good time with are what I consider to be the film’s problematic elements, centered around its use of metaphor.

First, though, I want to discuss the choice to cast Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba. There’s a pervasive issue in Hollywood, where people of colour are often cast as aliens or fantasy creatures in science-fiction and fantasy, covering them in prosthetics and makeup so they become green or covered in tentacles. It’s not uncommon for most of the main cast be white, with one alien, robot or fantasy creature who happens to be played by a person of colour. Suffice it to say, I think this comes from a place of seeing people of colour as inherently “other”, and so they are cast more often as non-human by Hollywood.

I can’t help but feel like the choice to cast Cynthia as Elphaba may be informed by these racist ideologies. In a vacuum, I don’t think casting her as Elphaba would matter, and I think casting a black woman in a starring role is great representation. But we live in a society, a racist society, and her blackness is literally erased by covering her skin in green paint, allowing the movie to amplify her otherness, while also leaning on her racialized physical features to further mark her apart from her white co-star, Ariana.

However, her blackness is also metaphorically erased, to be replaced by a condition specific to her, rather than something she shares with others around her—except perhaps the animals.

Which means I must discuss the animals in Wicked: Part I earlier than I wanted to, because my problems with the animals are intricately tied to the film’s other problematic elements. Firstly, I think the movie’s use of animals as a metaphor for systemic oppression to be uninteresting. It could be the hyper-realistic, yet somehow uncanny CGI, or the fact that all of the characters except Elphaba involved with the animal oppression subplot seem emotionless and bored with the subject, from the human characters to the animals themselves. This could be intentional, but I don’t believe so, as I think the narrative sequesters the main plot from the animal subplot, placing them in two different genres of movies. It just doesn’t feel like I should care about these animals beyond the basic empathy I would otherwise have for animals, which is ruined by the CGI models and the lack of character development on these creatures.

Secondly, humanity has a long history of comparing racialized people to animals, most prominently when it comes to Black and Asian people. Making the only source of racism and oppression in your world a metaphor involving animals is a bad take, in my opinion, one which could and should have been caught during the film’s development. This may be something that has always been part of Wicked’s story; I don’t know enough about the book or musical to know if that’s the case. Regardless, I think it would have been something worth revisiting. I think even making the animals anthropomorphic may have been enough; it’s difficult to know for sure, as they may have suffered the same fate as Elphaba and be cast entirely by racialized actors. It’s also possible using animatronics or stylized animation would have worked. Again, difficult to know for sure.

I also think attaching such a serious topic to whimsical talking animals feels laughable, losing the gravitas they’re obviously going for. It could be that the film was hoping that same basic empathy for animals would be enough to bridge the gap, and it was also trying to advocate for the fair and ethical treatment of animals. But I don’t think the message comes across at all when placed next to the bombastic whimsy of Elphaba and Galinda.

To be clear, there are other Black people in the movie besides Elaphaba: her sister, her mother and some other background characters. There are also other people of colour, such as Michelle Yeoh as Madame Morrible and Bowen Yang as Pfannee. As far as I can tell, these people do not experience systemic racism in the film, and so we must conclude that racism doesn’t exist in the world of Oz. Speciesism definitely exists, because of the aforementioned oppression of animals, but racism itself doesn’t seem to exist.

The question of racism—or any kind of bigotry—is a common problem in speculative fiction. There are generally three approaches to how science-fiction and fantasy handle racism, each with their own pros and cons, their adherents and detractors.

The first and most common method of dealing with racism is to use metaphor—often as a way to circumvent censors or bigoted producers—in the hopes the message will come across and the audience will make connections to real world issues. The problem with this approach is that people who have not examined their racist biases, or who actively endorse racist ideals, will be ignorant of the metaphor, or willingly feign ignorance, if it serves their purposes. Metaphor racism also tends to ignore or supplant the real-world struggles of marginalized people, especially for stories set in something close to the modern day. Finally, this portrayal of racism often inadvertently justifies racism within the narrative, leading to a misunderstanding of how racism works in the real world.

I think Wicked: Part I was going for this approach with the animal oppression subplot, but I’d argue they failed in that regard, for the reasons I previously mentioned—namely, the fact that what Elphaba is experiencing is not systemic racism, and the animals are a poor metaphor for oppression.

Instead, what I think ends up happening is the erasure of racism altogether. This is something that science fiction and fantasy often do to present an idealized version of our current society: a world without racism, sexism or bigotry of any kind, a world in which black people have never faced slavery, where all genders are equal or homosexuality is as normal as breathing. In some cases, it can work, especially if the world is so far future as not to have ties to our current history, or is an alternate universe in which humans just happen to exist—as is the case with Oz, as far as I know.

The problem with this approach is when the fictional world is closely tied to our current reality, such as near future or modern speculative fiction, or the historical setting is somehow tied to our own past. With this approach, the author is trying to have it both ways; they want to include representation, but don't want to touch on why representation is necessary in the first place, effectively erasing the lived experiences of marginalized people.

The third and most difficult approach is including racism in your story, in a way that acknowledges the real world implications of systemic oppression without metaphor or erasure. I don’t know if this is always the best approach—if we’re speaking solely about crafting an interesting narrative—but it does feel like the most inclusive approach. Then again, it can backfire if the racism veers so far off from social commentary that it becomes fetishization. It can also be difficult to pull off, though I think it’s best to attempt it and take criticism, then to not do it at all.

If we accept that Wicked: Part I ultimately chooses to exclude racism from its narrative, then what Elphaba is experiencing ends up being morally reprehensible at a personal level, but morally ambiguous when viewed from afar.

Othering someone because of their appearance or capabilities is never justified. However, there is no evidence in the narrative—beyond the treatment of the animals—that someone with green skin would be immediately rejected as other. There may or may not have been green-skinned people before Elphaba; it’s never addressed in the film. So it doesn’t make sense they would outright reject Elphaba at birth. In actuality, I would expect the people of Oz to welcome her with curiosity and whimsy, if anything.

The fact that she’s so completely ostracized only makes sense if you associate her treatment with that of the animals, which, at best, is a wild connection to make, and at worst makes the narrative morally reprehensible and a racist insult when the movie is critically examined as a piece of art.

Her magical powers are an entirely different manner, as I’d argue that the denizens of Oz have reason to fear her for her magical powers. It’s heavily implied that magic once existed in Oz, but it has all but disappeared for some unknown reason. It’s possible that the slow erasure of magic is tied to the arrogance of humanity, but it’s unclear if that’s the case, and I’m unwilling to meet the movie halfway until it’s made explicit. While performative illusion and misdirection is used by Oscar Diggs and Madame Morrible to enamour and terrify Ozians, real magic is an oddity, a chaotic force which is unusual and dangerous.

Elphaba having magical powers, with no way to control that power, in a world which does not have real magic, is genuinely terrifying to think about. Do I think that justifies the complete ostracization she is subjected to? No. But I do think the fear is justified, even if the resulting actions are not. I think this is what makes Elphaba’s treatment by society morally ambiguous, though I wonder if it’s worth moralizing the actions of the Ozians at all. If I take a second to think about how magic is celebrated in Oz, and yet the only true example of magic is shunned based entirely on the colour of her skin—none of it makes any sense.

I share my opinions on this movie, both good and bad, because I genuinely enjoyed it as a musical. Most of what I discussed in this critical analysis used Wicked: Part I as a jumping off point to discuss topics which are problems across Hollywood, media and storytelling, not just this movie. The fact that I’m writing this at all—after years of not sharing my thoughts about a movie on paper—is evidence that this film sparked something in me and became a core memory of sorts. I can see myself revisiting it again in the future, when the second part comes out, or just whenever the mood strikes.

I say this because, by sharing my unsolicited thoughts on the movie, I am knowingly contributing to the over critique of media aimed at women and the queer community, while seemingly leaving male-centered media unexamined. I’d like to think that, for me, it comes from a place of love and a desire for things to be better, but I know I need to be aware of my own biases. I also want to make it clear that when I criticize media like this, I am directing that criticism at the producers and studio executives in charge, not the writers, directors or audience.

My hope is that by criticizing media that is already trying to be inclusive, diverse and equitable, we’ll get more of the same, with even more diversity and inclusion. As for those action blockbusters which don’t even try to be better, well—let’s just say, I don’t think there’s any hope for them at all.

As for the film’s narrative, the beginning was strong, the middle dragged, and the ending was unsatisfying. The story is stretched thin to cover the film’s over two hour runtime, satisfying the sense of unease I had felt upon seeing Part I in the movie’s title card after the introductory number, No One Mourns The Wicked. As mentioned, the animal subplot, divorced from its problematic issues, isn’t that interesting and doesn’t make much sense in terms of worldbuilding. The narrative also suffers from the problems which necessarily afflict all musicals, wherein the motivations and inner worlds of the characters are said out loud, even in between numbers.

In short: “It was alright.”

But also: “It was a fantastic musical.”

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muthaz-rapapa · 1 year ago

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Hirogaru Sky Impressions (4/5)

Keeping this short since I’m still tired from my trip and have stuff to do before going back to work tomorrow.

Thankfully, the past 10 eps only consisted of Majesty’s debut and some (really great) fillers.

Starting with Majesty then. I’m honestly surprised I was correct about them keeping her a toddler despite aging her up when transforming. And as I guessed as much, this means she doesn’t really have a full-fledged character arc of her own.

Not that it’s a bad thing since Ellee-chan still gets a good amount of development cuz she’s a growing child, after all. Which is mainly shown through things like her speech improving significantly each day, learning how to better express herself and her wants. And of course, the heartwarming interactions with her friends who also have their moments in finding the best ways they can to support her (like how Ageha readily believed Ellee-chan who was frustrated when she had trouble transforming into Majesty).

These are all within range of what is expected for a child her age so a whole arc isn’t really needed and therefore, more time and focus can be dedicated to the older Cures, too. So I’m quite pleased with that.

But I also can’t lie that it’s a shame we won’t see what a preteen Ellee-chan is like outside her alter ego.

That and considering her VA is Aoi Koga (of Kaguya-sama fame), we won’t get to hear a further extent of her acting in this role either.

Don’t get me wrong, Aoi Koga absolutely nailed the part of a baby, able to bring out Ellee-chan’s cuteness without making her sound annoying but…the potential is already a loss at this point.

Additionally, for a midseason Cure, Majesty has the least going for her in other departments compared to those before her.

Up till now, they’ve barely scraped at the lore associated with her identity. So when she’s not fighting, she’s limited to being slightly better than the average mascot.

The only attack in her arsenal is simultaneously a group attack so she has to share it with the others. Not to mention half the stock footage doesn’t have her at the center but Sky instead. Despite the attack bearing her name.

With only 8 eps left in the season, it seems the writers brought Majesty out as part of Precure’s yearly formula schedule more than anything. Her purpose is mainly to renew viewers’ excitment in the show (and generate desire to buy the newest toy) since her debut brings a little something new to the table…but she is not allowed to outshine this season’s real star, the lead Cure.

Personally, I think the pros outweigh the cons so it doesn’t bother me too much but it’s also too noticeably flawed and biased for me to really accept it as okay.

Moving on, the fillers.

They were all amazing, definitely better than the previous 10 eps.

Mashiro continuing to pursue the path towards becoming a picture book author and coming to terms with the fact that not everyone will receive her work with good reviews yet still choosing to draw because she’s doing it for herself and those who do enjoy her books was something that resonated with me deeply.

Then more time was devoted to her childhood friendship with Ageha which was super wonderful. We really needed that ep of how they became friends and the writers delivered so excellent job 👍

Ageha finally encountering struggles in her job and learning that it was okay to show sadness in front of her students was something I’ve been waiting a long time to see as well. It was especially good because it corresponded splendidly with the first ep of Otona Precure within the same week (which is also great so far) as the intro of that dealt with Nozomi trying to help her own student.

Portraying adults as realistic adults instead of perfect caricatures who can do anything. Showing hardships by not sweeping them under the rug but acknowleding them with the screentime they deserve so the characters can actually process their own feelings and work out a solution. Displaying a healthy level of idealism, not based on generic platitudes but actual belief. I really appreciate that.

Yoyo cleverly getting Tsubasa a promotion to a sage in Skyland’s royal court was also 10,000 meters of screaming joy for me cuz yea, that boy is way too smart and talented to just settle for flying around. He clearly treasures his homeland and wants to make it a better place for all its inhabitants, including the Dragon Tribe that had been cut off from the rest of the country for decades. He obviously has what it takes to become a diplomat.

He acquired a new dream to devote himself and his skills to and that’s what anyone who’s as wholesome as Tsubasa should get. So it was fulfilling to see that come true for him.

Lastly, Sora. She only had one ep to herself this time but it was a good ep with a good topic (probably one of the best of the Sora eps). Honestly, I think I liked it more because it was only one ep, lol

So yea, with this, I think I’m all set for the rest of the show as far as Tsubasa and Ageha’s arcs are concerned. There will still be more fillers until ep 45 at least, plenty of time to close out the Mashiro and Sora’s as well as the lore surrounding Ellee-chan so it’s just a matter of concluding the story in a satisfying manner.

Other than that, I’m also wondering if we’ll get any super forms for HiroSky since it’s already this late in the season…

…but you never know as it can happen in the finale. Not sure if HiroSky will get its standalone movie in Mar either but if so, we might see something there, too.

Ok, that is all. The season will pass by in a flash so enjoy the rest of HiroSky with a full heart and let’s begin to look forward to next Precure in the new year. Bye for now!

#hirogaru sky precure

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the-firebird69 · 6 months ago

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cheegu3 · 2 years ago

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GOOD BOY GONE BAD |

Yeonjun - trust fund baby

synopsis: He was the ultimate, stereotypical rich kid. A trust fund baby having grown up with everything he wanted, never had to work an honest day in his life. You didn’t know exactly why your dad decided he was the ‘’ perfect fit ‘’ but you ended up being forced to marry him.

wc: 8.3k

pairing: f.m reader x yeonjun

genre: yandere, thriller

note: I decided to do short stories to post for a member every once in a while - every member gets assigned a song from the album somewhat related to the story + every other story has a good or bad ending, 🖤

there’s a lot of time-skips bc I didn’t want to make it too long, also the ending is so bad I’m terrible at endings

a/n + extra warning: this will probably be the darkest fic out of the all the members as it has non-con in it (not description, only ‘’ beginning of it ‘’ + talk of it after - and ofc this is in no way a reflection of yeonjun irl. This character is the most vile, disgusting, punchable asshole I’ve probably ever created. Pls read trigger warnings before continuing ⚠️⚠️⚠️

tw / trigger warning: non-con sex (SA), murder, degrading language, swearing, arranged marriage, forceful feeding, daddy issues & mommy issues, unhealthy attachment style, dacryphilia, LGBTQIA death

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

He didn’t deserve any of it.

That was all you could think about as you walked the halls of your husband-to-be’s extravagant house. You had always had a deep-rooted hate for rich people. What had they really done in their past lives that made them so special, that made them so worthy of the privilege and easiness that was handed to them at their birth. What was it?

In all your years alive, you had never figured it out. You were quite spiritual due to your upbringing, and believed rich people or people in general who live comfortably with minimal pain - were people who had worked hard in the afterlife to earn points, being able to reincarnate to whatever they wanted to - yet it was still a mystery; why, how - you did not possess the true answers to these questions. You could only watch as they took everything they had for granted, while you barely had enough to survive.

Perhaps the person having the riches didn’t know himself, because he was arrogant, delusional and entitled, thinking the whole world was supposed to be catered to him.

All he knew was that he wasn’t built for love. At least not normal and healthy love. He only knew obsessions and extremes, that was how he was raised with absent parents, always working. He knew that their parenting, or rather lack of lead to their son being unhealthily attached to his maids and that this would eventually affect his love-life too. He wouldn’t fall in love the typical way - no, he’d fall in ‘’ love ‘’ due to obsession, due to not being able to get whoever he desired whenever he desired it, like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You just happened to be an inconvenience - why did your father have to propose such an idea to a lustful, hormonal young man who was trying to figure out the world.

So it was really your fault. You were the reason for his forbidden, hushed feelings; those that were dark, unwanted and scary - those he carried but could never show.

That’s why he looked down on you now, standing on the second floor at the top of the stairs - with a mix of emotions behind his eyes. Hatred, anger, maybe pity.

You looked quite kind, sweet and far too innocent for what he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop from happening to you.

He was going to ruin you completely, he’d enjoy it for sure but now all he could feel was sympathy for the broken down version, that was a complete 180 from this woman, that would come to be.

*******

The butler next to you shifted uncomfortably, very much embodying the tense and slightly awkward air in the room.

“ Welcome to house Choi, ma’am “ he pressed out before hurrying away.

You now stood in front of your husband. It all felt a little too unreal. Other than the person you had been married off to, there was also the fact that were was no wedding, no send off or goodbye, no nothing really.

It made it so much harder to accept your current reality.

“ Hello “

He was the first one to speak out of the two of you, now that you had been left alone, to your dismay.

“ Hi “ you said, only keeping the eye-contact briefly.

“ I’ll show you to our room “

You nodded, swallowing all the insults you wanted to hurl at your husband. He took you further into the second floor, where endless hallways stretched from a sort of pentagon shaped base.

You followed him hurriedly, afraid to get lost - to the middle hallway, at the end of it was yet another unnecessarily extravagant and luxurious item, an almost white or beige tall door with gold carvings on it.

He pushed it open to reveal even more lavishness. You refused to show any sort of fascination or awe at any of it. Yet he still looked at you smugly while you took it all in though, as if expecting anyone to be immensely impressed.

You put down your bags at the end of the bed and sat on it, sighing deeply since you felt grateful for some time to yourself and to be able to rest. But your husband, Yeonjun seemed to linger for long in the doorframe, just watching you creepily.

You finally tore your eyes away from the floor and looked at him, an assertive look on your face.

‘‘ Can I get some alone time or will you stick to me at all times because we’re married now? ‘‘ you asked coldly while keeping eye-contact.

Something flashed behind his eyes, but just as quickly as you had seen it, it was gone and instead replaced by a cocky grin.

‘‘ You’re feisty, aren’t you? ‘‘ he laughed and then turned on his heel, but stopped before closing the door behind him.

‘‘ Ah, right. Dinner’s at 6, don’t be late ‘‘ he pointed at something behind you, a clock and then winked cheekily before finally exiting completely.

You buried yourself under the covers, barely having any time to think before you drifted off to sleep in a heartbeat.

*******

A loud noise woke you up several hours later. You swore you had just dozed off for a couple of minutes. As the grogginess from sleep wore off, an angry Yeonjun came into your line of view.

He was staring down at you, tie undone and he looked like he could get on top of the bed and choke you just about then.

You sat up straight, now feeling a lot more awake with the fear-inducing eyes on you.

‘‘ S-sorry, did I..? ‘‘ you began, not quite sure yet what you had done wrong.

‘‘ Miss dinner? Yeah ‘‘ he wasted no time on closing the space between you, a hand gripping your arm and hoisting you up on your feet.

You only stared at him in fear but he paid you no mind - stubbornly forcing you to go down the stairs and sit to eat.

The fact that while glancing over and seeing that his seat was empty, made the whole situation more uncomfortable. He was standing to your left, very close and just staring at you waiting for you to eat.

You didn’t even realise you were sweating - you should’ve just taken a bite, to satisfy him but for some reason you couldn’t. The anxiety paired with the intense stare on you made you unable to hold your fork straight.

After a while he was even more fed up. One hand grabbed ahold of your jawline while the other grabbed the fork with a bit of meat. He then forced your mouth open and shoved it in so forcefully that you felt the ends of the fork stab the roof of your mouth.

You winched away from him, but he was already going for another bite. This time you let him open your mouth without much resistance.

When his eyes lingered on you again you quickly swallowed. He looked satisfied and you made the mistake of thinking he wasn’t angry anymore; that, that was the end of it.

He led you upstairs again, into your shared bedroom and closed the door behind. Everything was normal at first, he got ready for bed without saying a word - you of course turned away when he took his shirt off and instead went to the bathroom to do the same thing and brush your teeth.

You ended up admiring the nightgown he had given you. It was a bit too short but it was very cute with bows and lace at the edges. You smiled for the first time that day at such a small thing.

Then you braced yourself before walking out again. You barely looked at him before crawling into bed but felt how the bed dipped as he got in too.

Why was he being so quiet?

‘‘ Goodnight ‘‘ you said, hesitantly.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up at the long silence after. Then you heard shuffling and felt him turn around to face you.

You felt uncomfortable again, closing your eyes and trying to think of anything but the fact that he was so close. That’s when he started to move closer, his heavy breath eventually tickling your neck as he buried his head in the crook of it.

‘‘ Aren’t you gonna give me a wedding gift? Stay still for me ‘‘ he said in a half-whisper, his husky voice sending shivers down your back.

Your furrowed your brows and was about to ask what he meant.

‘’ I deserve this ‘’ he added.

Yeonjun’s hand slipped under the nightgown, lifting it so your underwear was exposed. You gasped and instantly reacted by trying to tug it down but his hand caught your wrist.

He liked how you struggled in his iron-like grip, he was stronger than you, way stronger and he was very determined to get what he had been waiting all day for.

You whimpered as you felt yourself run out of energy to keep trying to fight back and the realisation that the inevitable would happen because of it, broke your heart; tears streamed down your face as he flipped you over on your stomach.

Yeonjun felt ecstatic. He had been waiting too long for this, the moment you were declared his wife he wanted to mark you as his - practically willing to go to your house straight away. But he composed himself, he wanted it to be special.

As special as it can be for someone who is sick and is only able to love sickly. In his fantasy it wasn’t romantic, it was a sort of ceremony. For his pleasure, and for your submission to be put into stone.

What he hadn’t expected though was for him to enjoy your tears so much. While watching you now, face down and pressed to the pillow with muffled sobs escaping you - he felt arousal and ecstasy and most of all power, all that he craved in front of him and within.

You did that to him. You brought out those addictive feelings. It was your fault you made him feel like this.

And finally he’d be able to punish you for it, something sure to leave a mark forever.

*******

The sun shined right onto your face early in the morning, making you toss and turn and realise at the same time that you were unfortunately alive - you had prayed to not wake up again, but alas God never listens.

The memories of the night before came flooding back to you but you tried your best to push them away by repeating random words inside your head in hopes of your brain latching on to something else.

You cautiously peeked at the man beside you. Seeing that monster after what he did to you almost made you throw up. The glance was quick, he looked like he was sleeping comfortably, resting on one of his arms that was stretched up and under his head.

Despite you crying yourself to sleep and wishing to never wake up again, there was one thing you had wished for more - for him to never wake up again. It would be the ultimate karma if he never did. You would inherit his fortune living comfortably in this big mansion all alone, not a man in sight to disturb you.

But whenever you allowed your mind to wander like that the more realistic thoughts would hit, unfortunately. Saying that if it sounded too good to be true, it was very likely to be so.

Soon enough, you felt your husband’s hands wrap around your waist, tugging you so close that your back was touching him.

Involuntarily you began to shake, thinking he was going to repeat his horrific acts until you showed submission and obedience.

A sudden deep laugh caught you off guard.

“ You can’t even look at me “ Yeonjun said, tauntingly.

You closed your eyes praying to whatever God was out there to not make you cry in this moment, to not show weakness.

“ You’re still fighting, which makes it more fun for me “ he added.

“ But really, we both know you should give up, especially after yesterday “ he sneered.

Your body froze, you felt like you had to get out of his arms because they were not a safe space. Putting your weight on your forearm, you pushed with it to sort of shuffle out of his hold.

He scoffed and not even a second later you were pulled back into his arms without any effort.

It felt humiliating and defeating.

“ You’re so fucking weak “

His words hit like knives, and he knew it did.

The dark, mocking chuckles that followed felt very disturbing. But nonetheless, you were still extremely determined to not give in completely and let yourself cry. It proved to be harder than you had thought. You almost flinched and audibly gagged when you felt his disgusting hands wandering and snaking around your waist again. It took a lot of effort to not do any of that, on top of not crying - it was honestly exhausting.

Your eyelids began feeling heavy again. Yeonjun felt you relax - finally not fighting back anymore, which surprised him. Instead of having to fight the emotions from overtaking you, you now had to fight to stay awake, because there was no way in hell you’d let yourself fall asleep around him and be as vulnerable as can be.

It was taking all of your energy to stay awake though. The man behind you gave you a rare smile, one only he could see. He couldn’t help but find you cute in that moment. You looked very vulnerable - fighting deeply against the unfairness of the world, but in the end, succumbing to something as simple as a basic human need.

How pathetic

As your breathing became heavier, head hanging only for it to dart back up a few seconds later - along with you desperately trying to tell yourself words in your mind to stay awake, you eventually was not able to fight the laws of the nature.

Your head dipped again, but this time you fell asleep deeply. Soundly sleeping comfortably in the arms of your abuser.

Yeonjun looked down at you with a newfound curiosity. In a way it was bittersweet - he could have manipulated you, played his cards right and made you fall in love but in the end he knew it was gonna be a one-sided relationship again, like all his past relationships, wether it be romantic or platonic.

He was scared of going out of his usual routine. New things or experiences scared him and he didn’t feel that anything such would go his way. If you knew this, maybe you wouldn’t blame him but then again, that was probably just him making excuses for acting badly towards people.

He hadn’t known any other way but for some reason you had to suffer because of it - Yeonjun knew that wasn’t fair, but he felt he couldn’t help it. It’s very hard to break free from the way you’re programmed to do, every day of your life.

Your newfound husband thought this as he looked at his wife. He didn’t want to do anything inappropriate at that moment, he just wanted to watch you sleep, curiously.

You looked the most comfortable and safe when you slept, a slight upturn of the corners of your mouth was something that indicated this, and something he had noticed the night before.

Maybe it was because that was the only place that felt truly safe for you. If he was normal, he would’ve started to feel immense guilt by now, but Yeonjun felt nothing.

He felt that very thing he did - he did for a reason and putting oneself’s first as a priority wasn’t a bad thing.

*******

When you opened your eyes again, it didn’t take long for you to recall what had happened just before you fell asleep. However, you quickly realised you couldn’t feel his strong hold around you anymore.

You looked behind you and then scanned the rest of the room and came to the conclusion that he must’ve got up and left the room. You let out a relieved sigh, not sure if you could handle his suffocating presence again. You were thankful for the few moments alone you got.

So you sat there for several minutes - not particularly admiring the room like you would’ve if this was normal, because it was anything but normal. Instead you were looking around the room to look for weapons and escape routes.

It was spacious, should he chase you; but it had downsides - it didn’t have any good weapons, maybe purposefully and it only had the one door to the bathroom, the other door to the entrance and windows that were far too high up.

You went over the pros and cons of jumping through the window, because you were way too sure there was no way you’d get out through the front; he had those terrifying guards, maids and probably an alarm. In short, way too many things to alert the devil that you were trying to escape.

If you were to jump, you might break a leg or two at most, you could handle one leg or a broken ankle, as well as a broken arm but maybe you were being way too optimistic. Either way you refused to let the small spark of hope inside die.

Firm knocks interrupted your thoughts. You glanced to the door just in time to see it open, revealing Yeonjun. He hadn’t even waited for you to give an answer, the thought made you scoff as you met his eyes - of course not.

‘‘ You’re finally up ‘‘ he said plainly.

You pursed your lips and nodded.

‘‘ Let’s go down then, my maids are waiting for you ‘‘

You furrowed your brows confusedly. His maids? What could they possibly want?

He laughed at your puzzled expression.

‘‘ To bathe you ‘‘

‘‘ To, bathe- ‘‘ you stuttered.

But your husband had already turned on his heel.

‘‘ I have short patience, move it ‘‘ he warned while looking over his shoulder at you, not stopping once.

You hurriedly followed and on the way down the staircase you looked around like you had done in the bedroom to look for escape routes and possible weapons. The sight disappointed you yet again, and without meaning to you let out a defeated sigh.

‘‘ No need to look, there’s no way out of here ‘‘ he snickered in front of you with his back turned.

‘‘ What? I wasn’t- ‘‘

‘‘ I have cameras, everywhere ‘‘

You swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. Technically you hadn’t done anything wrong but you were terrified of getting punished again, which was why you felt like you were now walking on eggshells.

You followed him all the way down the many notorious hallways - ending up outside a smaller bathroom, luxurious nonetheless, with the door standing open and revealing one maid kneeling by the bathtub. It looked like she was scrubbing it. When she heard your footsteps coming to a halt in front of the bathroom she looked up and gave a polite smile.

‘‘ Hello, master ‘‘

You cringed at the word.

‘‘ Take care of her ‘‘ Yeonjun said, barely reacting to what she had called him.

The maid nodded and then turned her attention to you.

‘‘ Welcome, y/n. We’re very happy you’re here ‘‘ she said, warmly.

You had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from exploding in anger or giving her a sarcastic comment. Still, you realised they most likely had no choice in what to say or do when it came to their ‘master’s’ house.

A hand grazed your lower back, sending shivers down your spine, before giving you a slight nudge that made you take a step forwards.

You were about to look back and say something but yet again he was already on his way. You scoffed. He did how he pleased at all times.

‘‘ Y/n? ‘‘ the maid’s soft voice caught your attention again.

‘‘ Hm? ‘‘ you said mindlessly, still watching your husband striding down the corridor.

You wondered what he was in such a hurry to do, where was he going?

‘‘ By orders, I have to wash you. Please enter ‘‘ she said, the polite smile faltering a bit showing that her patience was running out.

You sighed and stepped inside. Not long after an arm reached behind you and closed the door, locking it.

The maid clearly didn’t want to waste any more time, because as soon as the click echoed in the small room - her petite hands quickly found the rim of your t-shirt. She was keeping eye-contact to get consent so she could continue undressing you, and it weirdly felt very intimate yet appreciative.

You nodded, smiling awkwardly. It was clear that both of you wanted it to be over with, so you weren’t going to fight and risk making it last longer.

She pulled the shirt over your head and looked into your eyes again when reaching for your pants. You nodded, avoiding eye-contact.

She did the rest swiftly and then told you to wait while preparing the bath. As she was doing so, you got the chance to really look at her. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you really wanted to.

You were planning on leaving this place anyway and didn’t want to have to save people you had just met. But you couldn’t help but feel pity as you watched her turn on the tap. She looked young, but older than you by quite a few years and you knew deep inside that there was no way she was doing this job willingly, something you didn’t want to think about.

She also looked sad, her head was hanging most of the time, except for when she had to look into your eyes. It was obvious her polite, sweet smile was a trained automatic mechanism to appear fine and normal on the outside. But if you looked closer you could see the stress evident on her skin and her dark circles.

She turned to you now, with that smile on her face.

‘’ The bath is ready, miss ‘’

You got up and let yourself be lead into the bath, one hand holding onto hers for balance. While in you let out a satisfied breath. This was definitely the most relaxed you had felt since arriving at the mansion; a well deserved break.

After some time of having your eyes closed and a long silence, you opened your eyes again to thank the maid. Her hand was still holding yours but she looked back at you with such intensity that all your words got knocked out of you.

Her eyes were open wide, red specked like she hadn’t slept in days and her fingers tightened around your hand when she saw that she had finally caught your attention.

All you managed to get out was a confused groan.

‘’ Miss, you need to get out of here ‘’ she started, talking at a rapid speed.

‘’ It’s awful here you need to escape before it’s too late I know a way it will take time- ‘’ she added, so quickly it all melted into an incomprehensible mumble.

‘‘-slow down! ‘‘ you grabbed her shoulders to ground her and she breathed out shakily.

‘‘ I’m sorry, miss ‘‘

You smiled at her, seeing that she had calmed down but she looked rather disappointed in herself.

‘‘ You have to escape ‘‘

You tilted your head at this.

This was the last thing you had expected. The first worker you see is willing to risk their life to help you escape. Not only that, but they grab the first chance they get with you alone to tell you that you need to escape.

‘’ I know a way, I- ‘‘

‘‘-What? You know a way? Please tell me, hurry, please! ‘‘

It was your time to sound desperate now. You felt paranoid that Yeonjun would come back any minute now. Your heartbeat had picked up and you stared at her the same way, with the same intensity she had done just a few seconds ago.

‘‘ Yes, but it will take time, miss calm down ‘‘ her thumb stroked over your intertwined hands.

You breathed in and out deeply which made your heart-rate stabilise as well as calm your overactive mind which was overflowing with questions, having an urgent need for action.

‘‘ First, you need to gain his trust. You will have to do whatever it takes, no matter how much you hate it ‘‘ she nodded firmly when she saw you grimace at the idea.

‘‘ Then, once he trusts you enough he will let you go outside. You will always be with maids or guards outside but when the day comes that I’m the one to watch over you, you make a run for it! ‘‘ she said in a hushed, urgent voice.

‘‘ Where to? ‘‘

‘‘ At the end of the garden he has a botanical pathway, big plants and flowers cover it, but there’s a secret gate there at the very end that leads directly onto a footpath ‘‘

‘‘ You follow it and you will eventually reach a hill, on top you can see the neighbourhoods and the city. It won’t take long to get to the nearest house ‘‘

You nodded eagerly, now taking both of her hands into yours.

‘‘ Thank you, thank you so much ‘‘ your eyes welled up with tears of gratitude.

She gave you a genuine, wide smile full of hope for the first time.

‘‘ What are you doing? ‘‘ a curious and slightly disgusted voice asked.

You and the maid jumped at the new voice joining the conversation. None of you had noticed the door opening, Yeonjun must’ve opened it slowly because he heard hushed voices inside.

But to your surprise, he didn’t look angry. He merely cocked an eyebrow and smirked when you looked at him bewildered and with what you could only imagine was a guilty expression.

‘‘ Are you two done? ‘‘

The maid snapped out of her shock and got up on her feet, pulling you up by the arm with her. She bowed deeply and seemed to keep her head hanging lower than usual, probably to hide her flushed cheeks.

‘‘ Yes, sorry sir ‘‘ she hurried to blurt out, voice shaky.

Yeonjun looked satisfied with her answer and turned his eyes to you again. An amused glint took over his brown eyes, that traveled over your body. That was the exact moment both you and the maid realised you were still naked.

You shrieked and immediately darted behind her to try and hide.

‘‘ Oh come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen it already ‘‘ he teased meanly.

You felt yourself get angry again but held back when the maid’s words came into your head again. She, on the other hand looked embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable at his words.

Several seconds in silence passed without him moving an inch, he had a challenging look in his eyes whenever you dared meet them. So you sighed after finally having enough of the game and went past the maid to pick up your clothes.

You could feel both their eyes on you as you quickly got dressed but you ignored it and hoped that your cheeks wouldn’t be flushed as well.

Then you stood up and stepped out of the room to stand next to Yeonjun, ready to follow him. You gave the maid another small smile of gratitude.

‘‘ Let’s go ‘‘

*******

After your talk with the maid you barely saw her and you started to feel anxious, thinking your husband had gotten rid of her or somehow found out your scheming. Time was moving incredibly slow, it felt like he never let his noose around your neck go, never making things a bit easier for you or being a bit more lenient - no matter how much you took whatever he did to you.

Every night, you’d cry and pray that the next day would be different, that tomorrow would be the day he loosened the hold to give you the opportunity to escape.

You hoped he hadn’t noticed your sudden change in behaviour. Thankfully, you didn’t think so because he had acted the exact same the past week. He rarely showed affection unless it was concealed under a humiliating tone but nothing else had changed. He was away for most of the day, going to his prestigious school and studying some before coming to torment you.

But then, the day came at last. You had thought it was another normal day with the same routine, a day of similarity merging together with all the other mundane days.

You got up at the same time as him like always. Then you went downstairs to make breakfast for him and with a dead, emotionless expression on your face, you served him. He finished eating and dragged you upstairs to sit on the bed, praised you for being a ‘’ good girl ‘’ and forcefully kissed you, like he always did because he was afraid of showing he actually loved you.

Then he went downstairs and you were expected to follow him. As you were about to close the door he spoke to the guard next to the door.

‘‘ Ah right, today, she’s allowed outside. Don’t let her get out of your sight ‘‘

You immediately lit up but you suppressed it from showing with all your might. The guard nodded and bowed as Yeonjun walked to his driver, meanwhile he himself turned to you.

He didn’t say anything, but just opened the door all the way so you could walk out. You gave him what you thought was a weak smile, filled with uncertainty and nervousness and then followed as he started walking down the garden.

The garden was a lot bigger than you had imagined, something that would be a disadvantage to a person looking to escape. It was wide, long and open - not having many hiding-spots due to the big flower bushes being far from the path. They followed the huge cobble-wall that seemed to go as far as you looked.

The guard came to a halt about halfway down the path. If you continued down the steps that were a few meters away, there was a crossroad, one way to the left, where you assumed hot-springs were, due to the cloud of steam emitting from over there - and one straight way that looked thick with bushes almost swallowing the small path, you were sure that was where you’d reach the botanical garden the maid was talking about.

You made a mental note of it and then walked over to the wooden bench that the guard was pointing to. He lingered for a few minutes behind, keeping a close watch on you but left momentarily to answer a phone-call.

When he returned he barked orders at the handful of gardeners watering the plants to keep an eye on you as he had to do something important.

This could be your only chance.

The only problem was that you had to distract them somehow. But you thought there were a few ways although a shot in the dark, that you had to try. Not trying would make you more disappointed in yourself than trying to escape and then getting caught.

So you took a few calming breaths to prepare yourself and then approached the one closest to you. She was an elderly lady and was crouched down, picking some berries.

‘‘ Excuse me? ‘‘

You went over the practiced lines and plan once more in your head and tried to give her a confident smile.

The elderly woman turned her head towards you and blinked a few times, a blank expression on her face.

‘‘ Um, well I saw that there were some kids over by the entrance, they were apparently cutting off the flowers to give to someone else ‘‘

She continued to stare at you with a puzzled expression but gave no answer. When you saw her head turn to look at the other workers you panicked a bit, she didn’t seem to believe you so you had to give everything you got.

‘‘ Really, think of how disappointed Yeonjun would be when he finds out, your master ‘‘

Her eyes bulged as soon as you mentioned Yeonjun and she quickly scrambled to her feet, setting off on a half-run straight away.

You hurried down the steps, getting even closer to the crossway now and hid along with the wall. The gardeners who were working on the flowerbeds further away looked at each other confusedly.

You got lucky, they started to move to follow the elderly woman meanwhile the ones closest to the mansion’s wall, where they couldn’t see you, stayed behind.

Just like you had planned in your head, you waited a bit longer before you would try to run for it.

You started to count down a minute, glancing a lot at the workers above and down the path again. It seemed quiet, so you slowly moved along the wall.

‘‘ What do you think you’re doing? ‘‘

The blood in your veins froze.

That voice...the one you hated so much.

It was coming from right behind you. Somehow, being caught redhanded made your fight or flight kick in and you ran for it without looking back.

You could hear steps coming closer and closer.

Heading straight for the overgrown botanical garden you jumped into a rose bush some meters in. Running wasn’t your strongest suit so you figured hiding was the smartest move, and also since he’d know exactly what you would’ve been heading for.

The steps became louder and you held your breath as they went right past you. The sound disappeared completely as the distance between you and your captor increased. How you wished there was another way out though; all you could do now was to wait for him to run back after realising you weren’t there and then you could crawl out and make a run for it again.

It would take way longer than you had anticipated.

It felt like you had sat still for hours in the bush, not daring to move around or barely breathe. The sky had even turned dark before you felt brave enough to peek out from your hiding spot.

Every sound made your anxiety spike - every rustling leaf or crunch from the gravel below your feet. Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn back? You could go out and up to the house, beg on your knees for Yeonjun to forgive you and maybe you’d be left alone, unhurt.

You quickly shook off this thought invading your mind, it was too late to turn back now, you had waited too long for this opportunity to escape your personal hell on earth to chicken out now.

You remembered what your mom had told you - if you try there’s a 50/50 chance, if you don’t, it’s 0%. With these words echoing in your mind you finally pushed the last bush aside, revealing the path again to you.

A quick glance from side to side told you that no one was on it. You also listened for a few seconds but all that could be heard in the deafening silence were your own heavy breaths.

You took a hesitant step out, being fully out in the open now to whoever had a view of the botanical garden’s entrance. It felt as if the sound of your heart drumming in your chest would cause it to jump out any minute - maybe along with any predators that lurked in these corners.

The path cleared only for you to come face to face with an overgrown bit again but you knew that this was the way out, the hidden door. Pushing through it would prove to be quite the hassle. Thorns cut your skin easily and you hissed while trying to ignore the warm liquid pouring down slowly.

There wasn’t much left now, the maid can’t have meant a long path.

Right as you were beginning to see the clearing through the thinner leaves in front, you were yanked back by your hair.

You yelped in pain and tried to get out of the person’s hold. Deep down, you knew who it was which only made you thrash around frantically, desperately trying to get away from your predator.

‘‘ Found you ‘‘

His voice was low with no amusement in it, like he was tired and quite irritated. You felt cold metal touch the exposed skin on your neck, and seconds later you weren’t able to continue fighting back.

You cursed yourself, Yeonjun and even the world for being so unfair - expecting your vision to get blurry and accepting it when you fell into darkness again.

*******

Your husband stood in front of your slumped form now. The guards had tied you up behind the pillar like they were told and he was just waiting for you to wake up.

Yeonjun was feeling only a little bit bad about what was about to happen, but you had tried to escape after all. Although it wasn’t successful, you had almost put everything on the line. If the public found out that a top businessman’s son had treated his wife like that, then the empire wouldn’t be his to take over. He couldn’t let that happen, so he needed to teach you a lesson - never escape again, never even try it.

Minutes passed and he was getting impatient. He walked over and nudged you with his foot, like you were no more than an animal that he didn’t want to be associated with.

You stirred slightly and then opened your eyes. Immediately you wished you could go back to being asleep, the only place you seemed to get peace.

The first thing you saw was your dad. Hands and feet bound and kneeling on the floor with a gag in his mouth. He looked rough. There were visible cuts on his face and his head was hanging looking like just holding his head up was tiresome.

‘‘ What have you done to him? Why is he here? ‘‘ you asked, voice hoarse.

You felt exactly like your dad, tired and like you had given up. That hope you had so desperately held on to was not at all evident in your voice now.

Yeonjun crouched down next to you and the corners of his mouth curled up. There was no frustration in his eyes anymore, he met yours confidently - he had after all gotten what he wanted.

‘‘ Your dad is here...because you couldn’t behave ‘‘ he says, mockingly slow like you were a child or too stupid to understand.

You didn’t answer him, you only looked at your dad with pity. Somehow you knew what was going to happen to him but you felt too tired and angry to care. Nothing really surprised you now anyway, especially when it came to the extent of Yeonjun’s sadism and cruelty.

His eyebrows twitched while watching you, he was confused.

‘‘ You don’t care? ‘‘

At that you saw your father move, his head raising to somewhat try to look at you. Something stirred in your heart; no matter what he had done to you, you could never hate him. No matter how hard you’d try, there would always be a sense of love and care for him. You wanted him to be happy and healthy, not here to meet a horrible fate that was due to your reckless actions.

The realisation of your true feelings made a single tear fall. You looked at him and met his eyes, smiling bittersweetly.

‘‘ I do ‘‘

‘‘ But? ‘‘

‘‘ There’s nothing I can do ‘‘

His arrogant laugh echoed. Not long after, he started to turn his head to focus on your dad, as if expecting something.

‘‘ I think there’s something you should know. Before your dad meets his fate that is ‘‘

Yeonjun paid you no attention as you stared bewildered at him, not sure what to expect.

He smirked again, eyes never leaving your dad. You saw in the corner of your eye how one of his guards moved from behind.

‘‘ You see, your dad never sold you off, not easily anyway ‘‘ you blinked at him, dread slowly creeping up on you.

‘‘ He was forced to. My dad threatened that he would kill you when your dad failed to follow through a payment. This was the only way he could save your life although immediately putting his own in misery ‘‘ he laughed mockingly to your dad.

‘‘ How pathetic ‘‘

Your eyes stung with fresh tears. You wished so badly that he was wrong; that your dad had really been an awful person to give his daughter up like that. But reality was often much more crueler than you’d expect, making this goodbye a deeply painful one.

Yeonjun felt amused as he watched your dad cry upon seeing your tears fall. He had lived with such guilt and pain, having to know every day that you hated him. But now, he felt more the pain of seeing his beloved daughter cry as she realised something and as he knew they would soon be separated again.

During the time you were apart and you hated him, he couldn’t help but think like a father - was your husband treating you okay? Were you fed and cared for? Did you feel lonely?

It ached his heart to come face to face with the person he had been forced to give you off to - a couple of days ago when he had visited your parents’ home, there to take him away and cause his daughter more pain.

Still he felt immensely grateful that the truth would come out before you had to say your goodbyes. It hurt too much on his soul to know you had hatred for him, for something he only did to save you.

Your dad saw it too, the man approaching him while you were focused on Yeonjun, hanging on to every word he said. Therefor he hurried to say his last words.

‘‘ I love you, y/n, goodbye ‘‘

Your head whipped around at his words just as the wandering man plunged a sword through his heart. It felt as if your whole world came crashing down. The lifeless body of your dad fell to the ground and a thick silence followed.

You started to sob uncontrollably, breaths getting quicker. Yeonjun smiled at the mess he had created and then sat down fully next to you, his back resting against the pillar.

He let you cry there for a long time. You weren’t even sure how long had passed when your sobs calmed down and you felt like there wasn’t an ounce of water left to cry out anymore.

It seemed as if his niceties had been extended for a reason though as more was yet to come. The entrance door opened, the maid coming in with two guards behind her and she was tied just like your dad had been.

You furrowed your brows in confusion and sat up straight, the grogginess from crying quickly disappearing.

Yeonjun got up too, looking happy that there was some new action. This time, he decided to go over to the maid.

He took a hold of your maid’s hair that was neatly tied into a bun and yanked it forwards, earning a yelp of pain from her. Now that she was closer, you could see that she also had marks of resistance, cuts that were bleeding and even old bruises. It made you feel like you could cry again.

Was this all because of you?

‘‘ Do you recognise her? ‘‘

You nodded; mind working overdrive to try and find a possible way he could’ve found out.

‘‘ The one who helped you escape, right? ‘‘

He tilted his head while looking down at her degradingly.

‘‘ And does she know? ‘‘ he met your eyes, smirking and visibly enjoying your puzzled expression that then turned into a horrified realisation.

The maid kept her head down and you were thankful you didn’t have to meet her eyes as your husband continued his torture session.

‘‘ Does she know that all it takes for little y/n to catch feelings is...someone being nice to her? ‘‘ he scoffed ‘‘ So pitiful ‘‘

You felt your face burn in embarrassment, fresh tears threatening to spill at any moment.

‘‘ And an older woman at that ‘‘

You refused to meet any of their eyes.

‘‘ Is it maybe to make up for the lack of love your mommy gave you? ‘‘ he smiled gleefully, not even trying to hide his sadistic emotions.

It was starting to feel painful and uncomfortable. You twisted - trying to in any way get away from the words hitting you, insulting you. The painful childhood memories that somehow Yeonjun had known was hitting every deep spot you had fought so hard to keep buried, and he knew this.

‘‘ But I feel betrayed, by both of you. So someone has to pay ‘‘ he added.

You immediately found his eyes again.

‘‘ Please! Don’t hurt her, just kill me instead! ‘‘

You didn’t know if you were begging for him to kill you for your sake more than the maid’s, because after all there’s no way you actually had feelings for her already, right?

You had laid awake every night since then thinking about her. Wondering if she was safe and happy but that must all be normal? She had helped you after all. Either way, there was no way Yeonjun was going to kill you, in the end it’s not the dead you should feel bad for and that are in pain, it’s the living.

Both the maid and you knew what was coming. You gave her a sad, apologetic smile and refused to let your true feelings show; even as the guard reached the second victim, plunging the sword deep into her heart and as her lifeless body hit the floor, you refused to cry.

You knew that wasn’t what she would’ve wanted you to do anyway. She would’ve wanted you to get revenge and escape on both of your behalves. Just like that, the spark of hope inside came alive again.

No matter what, you had to go through with the plan the maid had told you about a week ago. That time she had approached you and told you about what was going to happen when you’d try to escape.

‘‘ They know you’re gonna escape soon. Everyone’s on high alert, even if they’re doing everything to not show it ‘‘

You blinked at her, caught off guard by her sudden appearance behind you. You hadn’t seen her since that time she told you about the plan.

A few other maids passed by and you smiled as to not draw attention to yourselves.

‘‘ How do they know? ‘‘ you whispered urgently.

The maid sighed.

‘‘ I overheard maids gossiping as I was cleaning one of the bathrooms a few days ago ‘‘

You sighed now too.

‘‘ Don’t worry. I know their whole plan, you just have to be the perfect actress and then after- when they’ve..killed me. That’s when you can go ‘‘

‘‘ W-what do you mean kill you? ‘‘

She gave you a sad smile, full of meaning.

‘‘ You have to let them kill me for this to work, just trust me please ‘‘ she pleaded, eyes glossy.

‘‘ Okay...I guess I have no other choice ‘‘ you answered after a few moments of hesitating ‘‘ I will trust you ‘‘.

As if on cue while you reminisced the memory - all of the guards, maids and even Yeonjun covered their yawning mouths, sudden sleepiness hitting them. It quickly escalated and they grabbed whatever was nearest to not plunge to the floor.

The maid’s plan had worked, the sleeping pills she had slipped into their drinks had worked.

Fresh tears streamed down freely down your cheeks now as you whispered a small ‘’ thank you ‘’ to her still body. Then you untied yourself and stood up.

It didn’t take long for you to gather your stuff and finally be able to leave your personal hellhole. You opened the door cautiously as if you were expecting someone to be outside the front door ready to ambush you.

But it was deserted, not even a gardener in sight. You stopped for a moment, having the time to do so as you had already called for a taxi; you just stood there, still and finally feeling at peace, breathing in the fresh air.

You weren’t sure how long the pills would last - the two of you had discussed the use of poison to really be sure they wouldn’t come after you but the maid insisted to use a non-killing option. She explained that he had way more people working for him, they would try to get their revenge by either killing you or getting you convicted, aka a life sentence is prison. So, you had to reluctantly agree.

But for now, you weren’t too anxious with thoughts of them waking up and possibly finding you within a week because - At last, you were free.

a/n: thank u for reading, this is my longest fic yet! also plz don’t drink and write LMAO, this is how the first draft went, I hope it makes u laugh as much as it made me;

In all your years alive, you had never figured it out. You were quite sporitual, and believed rich peoplöe were people who had worked hard in the afteife to rarn points to reincarnatw to whatever they wanted to - yet it eas still a myserty, why, how . you did not posoess tthese questi0jsl

Perhaps the person havijng the riches didnät know himlsef, becausde he was arogant, delusional and enititled, tnining the whole world was supposed to be catered to him.

All he knew was that he wasn’t bu9lt for love. At leadt npt normal and healthy love. He only knew obsessions and extemes, that was how he was raisefd with absednt parents, always fowkring, Hr knew rhat their faith would eventually ebefall his fown, he wouldnät gall in love the picak way - no, heäd faöö in lovde due to obsession, due to not being able to get whoever he desire whenver he desired it.

holyt shit i cans bareky see my screen hi w will

#yandere yeonjun #yandere txt #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #goodboygonebadseries #yandere tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt scenarios #kpop dark romance #tomorrow x together

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javier-pena · 3 years ago

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defiance

Part 3 of Hubris

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Is there more between Dieter and you? Your heart would like to think there is, but that rational part of you knows better.

Notes: Okay so I said I was gonna post it tomorrow, but it's done, so here it is! I can't believe this tiny one-shot is now a three part series with more parts yet to come. I want to thank all of you who are reading along, leave nice comments, send me nice messages, and hype me up! I love you guys so much and I hope you're enjoying Part 3! As ever, i owe everything to Dani @javierpcna who outdid herself this time with giving me feedback. This series wouldn't exist without you, Dani 💚

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“We’re not done yet.”

Those four words echo through your head with alarming frequency and at wildly inappropriate times. In the middle of an important phone call, during the weekly dinner with your parents, while Hans shouts you down. There was only one time – this morning, in the shower – when you were able to do something about it. The muscles in your throat tightened with the memory of his fingers digging into the soft flesh there while you rubbed your clit so hard and fast you came in under a minute. You hated every second of it, hated how the thought of him made you see stars while your whole body shuddered, hated how good you felt after you had pushed through the initial feelings of shame.

It doesn’t help that you have to go to work every day and see him there. It was bearable when you were both still in a professional relationship. Yes, he was an actor you admired, he was fun to be around, he said “please” and “thank you”, he wasn’t above talking to the crew. It was even still bearable after he fucked you against the wall in his trailer because you were both in agreement to avoid each other. But now?

Now he isn’t even pretending to avoid you anymore. Whenever your eyes find his, he stares at you openly, fire in his gaze, he stares daggers into you that make you squirm and ache. It doesn’t help that you cannot avoid each other on set anyway, that those dreaded four words ring through your head whenever you come close to him, whenever you hear his voice, smell his expensive cologne, see his broad shoulders gently push past the people waiting at the lunch buffet. It makes it impossible to forget. And whenever he stares at you with fire, you answer him with ice, throw up your walls, push him away with glares and indifference. Because you don’t want him to know … You don’t want him to know the prospect of him keeping his word sends chills down your spine.

Despite all of this, you’re in a good mood today. There were no embarrassing sex scenes to be shot, everyone was on time, and even Hans’ new task (“Do an inventory of the makeup trailer, I’m sure those people are stealing.”) can’t dampen your mood. You hum quietly while counting bottle after bottle, tube after tube, brush after brush, taking notes on a piece of paper.

Your guard is down, your mind is allowed to wander, and it lands on the scene you were shooting today: the Big Duel (Hans’ words). It is your favorite scene, the one that drew you to the project when you first read the script because it shows a vulnerable side of Hector’s character – it shows he is not afraid to die for the people he loves. But you could never have imagined what Dieter would do with those black words on white paper, how he would give them life and meaning far beyond what your brain imagined when you flipped through the pages for the first time so many months ago. And you’re convinced the scene doesn’t need any post-production, doesn’t need to be tampered with. You want to preserve the image of his shirt hanging in shreds, barely covering his chest, his hair wild, him snarling insults at the main villain while dodging his blows, parrying them with his own sabre. It was only the look in his eyes that finally made you avert your gaze, made you ashamed to look because it brought back memories of seeing it directed at you just three days ago, when he was so angry with you for not finishing what you had started, when he hated you for it.

This is the only part of this day you want to bury so deep even your loud mind won’t be able to reach it anymore. Because it only made you remember what you did afterwards, after he had stormed out, his face still red with arousal. You feel so ashamed of your actions, of masturbating right there in public – you didn’t even have the composure, the self-restraint to drive yourself back home.

You hate him so much for this. You hate him for making you feel so vulnerable and out of control.

That memory awakens a feeling of mild irritation and puts a dent in your good mood. It doesn’t help that this silly task is irritating you now, too. It makes your mind wander more than it should, gives you an itch you long to scratch. All of this has nothing to do with Dieter, it cannot have anything to do with him. Most of your irritation is due to that little voice that keeps telling you you’re lying to yourself.

The itch gets unbearable, especially at the back of your neck. You run your left hand over the clammy skin there, letting out a deep sigh. And then you spot it – a shadow, the flicker of a reflection in the brightly illuminated makeup mirror before you.

Dieter Bravo.

It explains the tingling, the clammy skin, your rapidly beating heart. Fight or flight. But you force your face into a mask, quickly scan the man right behind you. Fight … not flight.

The smirk on his face, his trademark, the one every single magazine mentions when they do a feature on him, is subdued this evening, like he knows he doesn’t need to put any effort into this – he has already won. He leans against the wall of the trailer, at ease, arms crossed over his chest. His chest … the one you saw in great detail today, just covered by some shreds of fabric. Now, it’s hidden beneath a white shirt that might be a size too small. It clings to his torso in just the right way, showing off his muscled chest and soft belly (god, he’s doing this on purpose, isn’t he?). His arms, thankfully, are covered by a light, black jacket that goes well with his tight, dark jeans that are held up by a black leather belt with a ridiculous belt buckle of a bald eagle with spread wings. But the thing that catches your attention, the thing that draws you in like a magpie is drawn in by a shiny coin, is the gold chain around his neck, glinting against the white of his shirt, even in the ugly trailer light.

You’re definitely not staring, admiring how well it goes with the earring in his left ear.

“What do you want?” you snap at his reflection. “I’m very busy.” You tap your nails against the clipboard rapidly, impatiently.

His disarming smile would work on any other woman, you’re sure of it. “Now, don’t be like that,” he says, lowering his arms. “I just want to ask you something.”

Oh, you know exactly where this is going. Been there, done that.

“Yeah, right,” you snort, lowering your gaze back to the task at hand.

You should know by now there is no way to get rid of him if he has an idea firmly anchored in his mind.

“That thing you did,” he begins, and you can hear the smile slowly vanishing off his face, “that wasn’t very kind. What have I ever done to you?”

You could play coy, pretend not to know what he is talking about to make him squirm, but you’re not in the mood for games tonight. You’re in the mood for a fight. Just some way to release the sudden bursts of irritation you’re feeling. With a shove against the makeup table, you whip around to face him, your arms wrapped around yourself.

“You’re a smug asshole who thinks he can treat people in whatever way he wants just because he’s somewhat decent looking.” It’s a fragmented description of the issue at hand but saying more would give too much away.

“Says the person who likes to masturbate while watching my movies.”

You take a deep, steadying breath, in through your nose, out through your mouth. You do it again. If you’re not careful, your whole body is going to start to shake with anger and you cannot let him see that. You won’t even let him see the anger and the hurt in your eyes, directing your gaze to his curls that are still perfectly styled from today’s shoot.

Fuck him.

He’s truly not beneath using this confession against you, the one you made while being drunk, while being high on happiness about the Dieter Bravo talking to you, the actor, the man you’d only heard good things about, the one who is so brilliant at what he does for a living the Academy gave him an Oscar as best actor for starring in a comedy. The Dieter Bravo who had refused to drag his ex-wife through the mud after the divorce although countless of tabloids had tried to make him to it. The Dieter Bravo who once used his own money to put the crew of an action movie he was working on in a better hotel after the production company had messed up. The Dieter Bravo who had made you unashamed to explore your own sexuality by refusing to use sex in movies to shock, by always talking about it as a normal part of life.

The thing that hurts you most is how wrong you were about him. He is, after all, just a man, one who’s ready to use a woman’s sexuality against her to embarrass her, to belittle her, to hurt her. You were right to hate him all along. And all that is left is the desire to hurt him in turn.

Your voice shakes when you answer him – with anger, not hurt (it can’t be with hurt, you can’t let him play with your emotions like that). “I used to like you, Bravo. I thought you were different from the other stuck-up actors, but you’re all the same. You all fuck whoever you want just to feel something.”

You quickly muffle that tiny little voice that tells you you’re doing exactly the same.

Those words don’t have the desired effect on him. Instead of throwing you an angry glance and storming off he does the opposite – he walks toward you slowly, menacingly, with purpose in every step, pulling his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground in one smooth motion. His arms are still shiny from the fake sweat they sprayed him with earlier, and the light gives them a golden glow as he runs his fingers through his hair, making his curls even messier.

A lesser woman would have given in. A lesser woman would have let him have his way. But you’ve seen this before, this seduction, and it doesn’t impress you anymore. He has one trick he uses on everyone, but it won’t work on you a second time.

“And you’re not even that good at it,” you add.

If you’re getting to him, he’s not showing it. His smile doesn’t flicker once as he keeps walking toward you until he’s right in front of you, so close you can see the shadow of your own reflection in his dark eyes.

“What if I don’t want to fuck just anyone?”

You snort to mask the way your breath hitches, to quieten your heart fighting against the constraints of your ribcage, fighting for you to listen to him, to believe him. You can’t; it would be ridiculous. He’s just a man like any other man, thinking he has an easy job of getting in your pants. They will say anything to you just so they can fuck you and leave you. It has happened before and Dieter Bravo, of all people, won’t be any different. Still, his scent is suddenly everywhere, manly, so strong after a day on set, the physical exhaustion that comes with it, and you have to struggle to get the next quip out, to not just lean into him.

“Then why are you doing it?”

He’s so fucking close to you – why is he so close? It feels like you can’t breathe, he takes all the air out of the tiny space left between you.

“Oh,” he says, his smirk flickering for the first time, “you think that’s what this is?”

Seeing that flicker, seeing that tiny crack in his walls, hearing him speak with a voice that you would interpret as earnest if he wasn’t a brilliant actor, makes your throat close up. You’re on dangerous ground now and if you’re not careful you’re going to be sucked in and suffocated.

“What else is this then?” you ask, your jaw set.

“Do you want me to show you?”

He’s offering this to you. There can be no other way to read this – you don’t want there to be any other way to read this. And he almost sounds sincere asking it, too … you almost believe him.

But you can’t let him in.

“Believe me, Bravo,” you reply, with a smirk of your own, “you’re really not that great that I have to ride your dick constantly.”

He raises a hand and for a second you think he’s about to cup your cheek, but then he lowers it again. “Such a pretty lady, yet such a foul mouth.”

The spell is broken. You don’t want to believe him anymore. You want to get away from him, wallow in self-hatred for allowing yourself to hope yet again, for falling for the wrong man yet again. Averting your gaze, you try to push past him, but he grabs your hips, pulls you back, pushes you against the makeup table behind you.

“I told you we’re not done yet.”

Fuck.

You’re so turned on your teeth hurt, your limbs are tingling, you try to press your thighs together because your cunt is clenching, begging to be filled by him. He ghosts his lips over your jaw, all the way up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin and it doesn’t help you in winning this battle over your basest desires.

He whispers, so low and close and there his words become your entire world. “I’m going to make you take it all back … You’ll be begging for my cock once I’m done with you.”

And before you can protest, before you can push him away, before his words and their meaning even reach your brain, he whirls you around, hikes up your shirt, pulls down the leggings you’re wearing, gets down on his knees, and buries his head between your thighs.

You fall forward with a shout at the first contact of his hot mouth against your throbbing cunt. His tongue darts out immediately, tastes you, licks into you, making your hips quiver. The makeup table beneath you rattles; you register how all the little tubes and bottles are toppling over but you couldn’t care less. Not when each of his licks sets your skin on fire. Not when the hold he has on you is so strong it feels as if he’s scared you’re going to fly away, as if that loss would be his end. You just lower your head and bite your lip, completely lost in the sensation of him licking you like a starved man.

And then he moans.

It’s the lewdest sound you’ve ever heard. Definitely the lewdest sound any man has ever made for you. And he moans right into your cunt, with your taste on his lips and tongue. You don’t join him, you can’t, but you let out a breath of air and you relax against him before you can catch yourself, giving yourself over to him.

He notices. He notices how your muscles go slack, how you widen your stance to let him in more. And he stops. He stops his relentless onslaught, the frantic licks, he even lightens his hold. And then he kisses your inner thigh, a quick peck of his wet lips against your burning skin.

It’s a touch that makes you freeze more than anything he has ever done. But before you can decide how you feel about it, he mumbles into your skin.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet … all for me? I bet it’s all for me, you little liar.” A chuckle. “Does it turn you on that much to fight with me?”

It’s a question you don’t want to answer, not even just for yourself. Instead, you ball your hands into fists so hard your nails dig into your palms, leaving half-moon indents. They become even deeper when he runs a finger through your folds slowly, gently, a movement like a caress, followed by a sucking sound and a low moan. The urge to observe, to see him lick his finger clean of you becomes unbearable when you hear that sound, your head spinning with pride at how much he’s enjoying this.

“Here’s what we’re going to do …,” he says once he’s satisfied. “You’re going to watch your face in the mirror, watch what I’m doing to you … and you’re not allowed to come until I say so.”

You’ve never hated anyone more.

You’ve never wanted anyone more.

“Fuck you, Bravo,” is the only response you manage.

He slaps your exposed backside, not so hard you feel a sting, but the sensation of his hand landing on your skin shoots straight into your leaking cunt.

“Is that understood?” he asks.

You’re so wet you can feel it leak down your thighs, and god yes, you want this, you’ve never wanted anything so much your entire life, so you give him the answer he wants to hear.

“Yes.”

He gently strokes his thumb across the spot he slapped. “There’s a good girl now.”

Before you can analyze how these words make you feel, your mind becomes a clean slate. He licks into your folds again, open mouthed, still the same starved man he was before. The wet sounds of his tongue against you fill the trailer, a depraved soundtrack to your activities. Suddenly, you do want to do as you’re told, you do want to watch the effect he has on you in the brightly lit makeup mirror that exposes every wrinkle, every tiny hair, every miniscule movement on the face of the person looking into it.

You raise your head slowly, scared of the sight you’re about to face, yet eager for it. No amount of preparation could have prepared you for your glazed-over eyes, your furrowed brow, that bead of sweat running down your neck. You see it all, every tiny twitch of your cheek, every inch your mouth opens wider, every tightening in your throat. And there’s that spark in your eyes, kindled by the realization, the acknowledgment that this feels fucking amazing. The way he licks into you, the way he holds you in place, the way he moans against you … it all makes you hungry for more, a hunger that is written all over your face, ancient, carnal, selfish. Every time he groans, “Fuck,” against you, buried between your thighs, every time he grips a handful of your ass and pants, “Shit, you taste amazing,” it pushes you closer to the edge. And you’re not afraid anymore.

You’re not afraid to show him, to let him hear how much you’re enjoying yourself. You join in, moan at the way his tongue flicks in and out of you, gasp at the sensation of his teeth digging into your soft thighs from time to time, and you encourage him, you encourage him with a breathless, “Yes, fuck, that’s it,” and a delirious, “Fuck, Bravo, you’re so good at this”. He makes you scream after that by pressing a finger against your clit, so you push your hips back into his eager mouth, tiny sobs tumbling out of your open mouth, riding his face in desperation.

You don’t care anymore. You don’t care that he’s using you. You don’t care about keeping your desires hidden from him. All you care about is how good he makes you feel and how much you love every second of this.

Before you can chase the fuzzy feeling at the edge of your consciousness, before you can let yourself get overtaken with the hunt for release, he pushes two fingers into you, and you gasp, immediately clenching around them and pulling them in deeper. He rests them there while he pushes himself off the ground, revealing his flushed face, his unruly curls, that smirk you love so much. With a deliberate motion, he wipes his mouth and chin and nose clean with the back of his hand, then rests it on the small of your back, pushing you down against the table beneath you. Finally, his eyes find yours in the mirror, his gaze taking your breath away with the intensity you find there.

“Tell me you don’t hate me, and I’ll let you come.”

It’s a simple request, easily enough fulfilled. It is right there, on the tip of your tongue (“I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you”), but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead, you let out a frustrated groan and lower your head, unable to look at him for a second longer because it will make you break. He will make you break. But he grips your hair and pulls you back up, so you’re forced to look at yourself in the mirror, look into his eyes.

“Say it,” he commands, untangling his fingers from your hair with a shove.

You can’t, so you shake your head no.

“Come on, admit it.” He roughly shoves his fingers deeper into your cunt, making your hips lift off the table. “I know you don’t hate me.”

You bite your tongue, you force yourself to keep your mouth shut. His face falls, you see every detail of it in that brightly lit mirror, and for one hopeful moment you think he’s going to make you come anyway, but instead he pulls out of you. You feel the loss like a punch to the gut, but you only have yourself to blame this time.

Before you can ask for his forgiveness, before you can bring yourself to realize this is what you want to do, he unzips his pants and takes out his cock. Your fingers immediately flex with the memory of being wrapped around it, and your breath catches in your throat when you see how hard he is, how swollen and red and leaking. He runs his hand up and down its length, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until a different pitch of wet sounds fills the trailer. You squirm against the grip he still has on you, desperate for some release, but he doesn’t allow you to move. Instead, he’s making you watch his straining and bulging arms, his tightening neck, his rapid movements so fast the chain on his chest swings in time with them.

He's making you seethe desperate look on his face, his walls completely down now.

He comes with a low grunt, eyes on yours, mouth hanging open. He spills all over your exposed ass and thighs in hot ropes and you moan at that sight, at how it feels to have him on you like this. Your cunt pulses desperately, and you sob, eager for any kind of release, but you missed your chance, and now he’s just using you again, thinking only about himself.

It’s your own damn fault.

He finally lets go of you and your face grows hot with humiliation. Now that he’s done, the shame sets in, hot and heavy on your heart. You want to disappear, you don’t ever want to see him again. But then something damp touches your skin, and you whip your head around to gaze over your shoulder only to find him cleaning you up with a wet tissue, his movements deliberate yet gentle, making sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

There’s disappointment on his face, just a flicker of it, but you catch it, nevertheless. You can’t bear it, so you look away again, waiting for him to leave you to wallow in your shame and guilt.

But then he leans down, close to you, and he whispers, “Let me know when you want to start being honest with yourself …” His voice catches on hesitation before he finishes, “… because I don’t hate you.”

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#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo #the bubble #fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #things are getting serious ........#this is a real series now huh

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komoreibi · 2 years ago

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Hiii can I ask for bonten sanzu x reader with enemies//lovers trope something like chuuya and dazai...(if you ship them)

i haven’t really watched bsd but i’ll do my best to write a drabble! hope you enjoy it anon <3

(it ended more as friends -> enemies -> lovers tho… ) ( tw for drug mention ya )

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“sanzu haruchiyo… i was really hoping to see you behind bars, not leaving them,” you muttered as you signed off on the papers to check him out of the holding cell he had been occupying for the past two days.

“you were hoping to see me? i’m flattered, detective.” the pink-haired man gave a sly grin as he saw how tight your grip on your pen was.

“try flirting with me again and i’ll personally be warranting your arrest.” you sighed and slammed your pen down before turning both over to him so he could sign his name as well. “i don’t understand how you manage to evade proper persecution every damn time despite everyone knowing you’re bonten’s number two.”

this time, he had been arrested for the sale and possession of drugs in a club in kabukicho, but after a chemical analysis of the white powder in the sachets found in his pockets, they just turned out to be powdered sugar. or at least, that’s what the forensics team claimed with pale faces and shaky voices. and even if bonten was obviously known as a criminal syndicate, they also had too many fronts and made use of plenty legal loopholes that hid their practices so one could never catch them.

sanzu merely shrugged and uncapped the pen before signing his name. “and i can’t believe that you used to belong to the tokyo manji gang… yet here you are, some straight-laced detective trying to take down your old boss,” he said as he handed back the documents and pen before leaning in close, the back of his mullet falling over the more he leaned, almost brushing your face, “be glad that i still consider you an old friend, or i would have personally ended you for trying to get to mikey.”

you leaned back in your chair to try and get away from him but you were half-certain you only looked more vulnerable to him.

but how could you help it? his beautiful grey eyes seemed to be staring past your eyes and into your soul, making a threat to the deepest parts of your being.

you quickly stood up and turned away to file the documents.

“consider me a friend all you want, but i sure don’t think of you the same way.”

the only sound that replied to you was the humming of the air-con in the room along with the sound of your papers rustling. wait… did you just put your life in danger?

you quickly turned around to say, “we were friends in the past though. i mean… it’s just a little difficult for someone like me to call you a friend now!”

but then you saw sanzu’s shit eating grin. “really now?”

“ugh, whatever!” you had never met such a chatty criminal. it was especially strange considering the sanzu haruchiyo you knew was someone who rarely spoke up in the tokyo manji gang. you probably wouldn’t have even known his name if it weren’t for the fact you were assigned to his division.

but it wasn’t unwelcome. in fact, you quite enjoyed seeing him again and knowing that he hadn’t died in the process of whatever sketchy work he was doing. after all, you two were once considered ‘close’. though, you still wanted to be the one to capture him yourself.

“anyways, it’s time for me to get going.” sanzu grabbed his duffel bag that he arrived here with and headed towards the door. “see you next time, detective.”

“fuck you.”

“i’m free tomorrow night if you want.”

“just get out of here already! if the next time i see your face and it isn’t in prison, i’ll personally kick your ass!”

“looking forward to it~”

you couldn’t help the reddening of your ears.

#ah i wonder if this is good…#sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #bonten #rei.writes #anon #bonten x reader #tw drugs

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rocorambles · 3 years ago

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Know Your Place

Pairing: Naoya x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Misogyny, Abuse, Rape/Non-Con, Humiliation, Degradation, Feet Stepping

Summary: You should have known better than to believe that Toji could protect you from the Zenin forever. Once a Zenin woman, always a Zenin woman and Naoya intends to make sure you fully understand that.

Growing up as a female in the Zenin clan means you’re always expected to serve, to look beautiful. Never speak unless requested to. Never look any of the men in the eyes. Obey. Be submissive and demure.

There are thousands of rules and dozens of leering eyes ready to punish you for a single minor infraction. So as much as you hate the life you’ve been born into, you know better than to act out and bring attention to yourself, knowing full well especially now as an adult woman that the price of transgressions are too high to pay.

You’d be incredibly fortunate for the usual heavy backhands Naobito and Ogi Zenin would grace your face with when you were still a minor, for the cruel condescending words Naoya would sneer at you. Those were child’s play compared to what’s in store for you now and you shudder when you remember the images of fellow female servants who had attempted to escape only to be easily captured, clothes stripped and body laid bare for the entire clan to see. You remember the fear that would make you tremble as the men howled in laughter and jeers as they took turns smacking their victim’s ass, pawing and groping her body. You remember sobbing when you were forced to watch as fists, cocks, objects that you thought were far too large were shoved between flailing legs.

But nothing keeps you in line more than the cold dread you’d feel heavy in your chest when you’d be forced to clean out the room of one of your ex-maids, preparing the room for the next poor soul born into a never ending life of servitude. As much as you hate this life, it’s still better than being tied up and forced to be nothing more than a Zenin sex doll, used by every man in the clan until there’s nothing left but an empty husk of skin.

So you keep your head down, ignoring the cruel words and predatory gazes that follow you. You enjoy the few moments you have in the servant quarters alone with your fellow maids, giggling and whispering to each other, pretending that you’re just normal women. Those friendships you form warm your heart and you take solace in the sympathetic glances and warm brief squeezes of hands when a Zenin man is particularly harsh in their treatment of you.

Maybe that’s why you can’t keep your body still when the woman who shares the same room as you accidentally spills hot tea all over Zenin Toji. And despite how terrified you are of Toji’s hulking figure and blood-stained reputation, you throw your body in between him and your friend, creating a feeble physical shield for her from his wrath.

A part of you is together enough to vaguely acknowledge how strange it is that Toji hasn’t roared a single word yet, hasn’t laid a hand on you. But you’re not foolish enough to think this is over and you throw yourself to the floor in a degrading groveling bow, begging him to forgive your friend, to have mercy on the both of you.

You know exactly who Zenin Toji is and you prepare yourself for the feeling of his infamous sword slicing through your neck. What you aren’t prepared for is the way he lets out a boisterous laugh, green eyes glimmering in amusement when he sees the bewildered look on your face as you tentatively peek up at him.

“You’ve got guts. Tell you what. I’ll forgive you and your clumsy friend if you become my personal maid. Deal?”

It’s a rhetorical question and you stiffly nod your head, tears forming in your eyes as you imagine the rest of your life chained to Toji’s bed, stuck in the lair of a beast.

Except your life isn’t anything like you had imagined and you’re stunned when Toji barks at you to go retire to your own room and get some rest so you’re ready to keep up with tomorrow.

Life is...surprisingly normal. Well as normal as it can be in the household of one of the top Jujutsu sorcerer clans in the world. You scowl at Toji as he teasingly throws a pile of sweat stained clothes and towels on top of your head as he walks out of the bath.

“You’re getting a little stronger, little lady. I almost even felt the punch you threw at me in training today.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the slight quirk of your lips and swell of pride at his backhanded compliment.

Toji isn’t anything like the rest of his clan and it goes deeper than just his lack of cursed energy or his supernatural strength. He’s kind. Okay, maybe that’s a stretch, but you genuinely believe he has a good heart. Not once has he ever spoken maliciously to you. Not once has he ever laid a hand even borderline inappropriate or suggestive on you. And sure, you don’t necessarily enjoy doing his dirty laundry, cleaning his room, and making his bed every day and night, but he makes it easy to forget that you’re just a lowly maid.

He talks to you as if you’re his equal, carefully listening to you, acknowledging your points (even if he mocks you when you do say something silly or that he disagrees with). He invites you to eat meals with him. He trains you deeming you too wimpy to last long without at least some basic defense skills. Your time with Toji is one of the few moments of happiness you know and you greedily indulge.

But unknown to you, your new proximity to the black wolf of the Zenin clan has more than one eye looking at you in interest and above all, Zenin Naoya can’t stop fixating on you.

Naoya has always had a strange mix of respect, disdain, and jealousy towards the older man and he can’t help himself from wanting what Toji has, especially when the both of you look so irritatingly happy chattering away with each other as if you have no cares in the world. How dare a lowly Zenin servant look so carefree. How dare curse-less Toji make a mockery of the rest of the clan by living a shame-free life despite how hard they try to humiliate him for it.

Has Naoya ever been happy? Ever been relaxed?

He can’t remember ever laughing as hard as Toji is now in response to something you’ve said or done. He can’t remember smiling so freely like you are as you playfully slap Toji and try to get him to stop teasing you. A green eyed monster slithers inside of him and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s making his way towards the both of you.

“Aren’t you two as unseemly as usual. I know you don’t care for our clan’s reputation or rules, but really? Parading your slut around so shamelessly? That’s a new low even for you.”

It’s adorable how you scurry away, cowering behind Toji’s broad figure, fear written all over your face. And although Naoya had done this to get under Toji’s skin, he can’t help but wish the older man would storm off and leave you behind in his clutches. He wonders if you’d be this scared and docile underneath him, wonders how tight you’d be while you tremble in fear while he sinks inside of you…

His thoughts are abruptly interrupted as Toji snorts, slinging a muscular arm over your shoulder and dragging you off with him, subtly tucking you safely into his side and away from Naoya’s hungry gaze.

Usually being ignored and dismissed would rile him up more, but as he watches the two of you amble away and sees your innocent and confused face, unsure what had just happened and what’s causing Toji’s strangely touchy behavior, his appetite is whetted and you’re what he’s craving.

What he hadn’t accounted for is how protective Toji is of you. So strange for a man who doesn’t seem to care about anyone except himself. But Naoya supposes that’s just a testament for how good you must be in bed. He can’t think of any other reason why Toji would waste his time and efforts on an insignificant woman like you.

You’re never left alone long enough for him to corner. Just when he sees you by yourself and swoops in to shove you in a spare room, Toji suddenly looms beside you, green eyes sternly pinning Naoya down with a warning. And as much as Naoya would love to rise to the challenge, he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance against Toji, so he slinks away in defeat, again and again.

It only makes him want you more and he grits his teeth as he slams into one of the whores in his bed who vaguely reminded him of you if he squints in just the right way.

He supposes he should be more remorseful as the news of Toji’s death spreads like wildfire through the Zenin household. But all he can see is a light at the end of the tunnel. It takes every last bit of restraint in him not to immediately hunt you down and devour you, but he bides his time. After all the teasing and taunting you’ve put him through just one taste isn’t going to satisfy him anymore.

No, he won’t just ruin you and throw you away after a single night. He plans on dragging this out, using you, tasting you until it fully sinks in that this is all you’re good for, that he owns every part of you inside and out.

His cock twitches at your swollen face covered in salty tear streaks. You look so pathetic, so scared when he takes his time strolling into your room, kicking your roommate out and locking the door behind him. It’s just the two of you and he feels the rush of power thrumming through his veins at how you tremble and cower before him. If only you were naked and not in those dreary mourning clothes…

But he has ample time for that and he wants to enjoy corrupting you, take his time watching your downfall.

“You’re my maid starting now.”

You mutely nod, but make no move and Naoya scoffs.

“I know Toji was soft with you, but let me set expectations straight. I’m nothing like him. Now get moving.”

“But this is my room-”

You yelp in fright as Naoya’s hand grips the front of your shirt and hauls your body until you’re forced to press against his body, feeling his breath against your face as he sneers at you.

“Sluts don’t get the luxury of their own room or bed. Toji spoiled you. Now move your stuff to my quarters. The only place you’ll be sleeping from now on is my floor or my bed. Understood?”

It’s a rhetorical question and all you can do is crumple to the ground when he lets go, staring unseeingly at Naoya’s retreating back as he exits your room, the weight of your new reality crashing down on you.

Sleeping on the floor is humiliating and uncomfortable. Naoya makes it a point to “accidentally” step on you when he gets on and off the bed, rudely nudging you awake with his feet, resting his soles on your face until you’re flailing around to breathe. But it isn’t as bad as wondering when the worst is to come.

At least you’re clothed. At least your innocence is still intact. So as much as you feel like nothing more than a dog, you take it. After all, your new life isn’t so different from your life before Toji aside from your new sleeping arrangements and the headache of being in close proximity to Zenin Naoya.

It’s entertaining enough in the beginning, watching you curl up on the floor like an obedient puppy, admiring how you never talk or lash out when he literally walks all over you. He even buys you a pretty new collar with his name engraved on it linked to a leash he holds in his hand or leaves tied to his bed.

But unlike a real pet you never warm up to him, always looking at him warily, body tense and nervous in his presence. Not once do you look at him with even the slightest hint of affection or fondness you used to stare at Toji with. He supposes that can’t be helped and he doesn’t care for anything disgusting like your love. But you don’t even seem remotely attracted to him as a man and that’s something his ego won’t allow for.

He knows women can’t stand his attitude. But he also knows that at their base, all women are sluts easily swayed by his good looks. He can’t even count the number of women who’ve insulted him to his face only to end up in his bed, moaning and screaming his name and their love for his cock.

You were supposed to be no different. But your continued disinterest in him infuriates him to the point where petty humiliation isn’t enough to sate his hurt pride.

“Strip and get in bed.”

You’re frozen stiff and he sneers at you while you’re on the verge of terrified tears.

“What? I’m not good enough for you? Don’t act like you aren’t used to this. I’m sure your old master had you warming his bed all the time-”

“Toji would never!”

Even he’s stunned by the weight of his backhand hit as it makes contact with your face, by the venom in his voice as he spits out his next words.

“Don’t you ever say that name in my presence again.”

He takes a few seconds to calm his breath, the crimson of the blood trickling from your nose grounding him as he finds his center once more. But then a thought crosses his mind as that red river finds its way to your lips.

“As punishment, let’s make sure you know what your mouth’s purpose is from now on. Words are wasted on a dumb whore like you anyway. Kneel and open wide.”

It’s oddly arousing watching your tears and blood stream down your face as you choke on his cock. Your efforts are half-hearted at best, but he doesn’t mind. Not when the instinctual way your throat flutters around him as he roughly thrusts his hips into your tight mouth suffices. He can see why Toji kept you around and he groans as his hand slips behind your head and pushes you until your face is squished against his abdomen.

Your mouth feels amazing and your muffled screams for air only add to the vibrations around his shaft. It’s enough to have him spilling down your throat and he keeps you tightly pressed against him, forcing you to drink every last drop he gifts you with. And only when your throat finally stops its forced swallowing does he release you, leering down at your pitiful form heaving for breath.

The bitter taste of his seed is all you can taste, all you can focus on as you greedily inhale much needed oxygen. You pray that he’s done, but you whimper when a strong hand easily pulls you up and begins to pull off your clothing. Instinctively you try to push the invasive appendages away from you, but you freeze at Naoya’s growled threat.

“Don’t make me hurt you any more than I have to.”

You know it’s not an empty threat. You’ve seen the quite literally broken bodies of women who had resisted too much against the Zenin men, against Naoya specifically. So you limply drop your arms to your side and stay still as he humiliatingly gropes and examines you like merchandise.

All you can do is clench your eyes shut as Naoya’s hands grab your breasts, kneading and weighing them in his hands, cruelly prodding and pinching your nipples to see your reactions. All you can do is bite back a muffled yelp when he forces you onto your knees and forearms on the bed, squeezing and smacking your ass, spreading apart your cheeks to closely look at your fluttering holes. All you can do is cry into the sheets as he fingers you open, breaching both untouched openings, his thick digits stretching your tight walls apart and taking their time to thoroughly defile you, using your own slick to loosen your ass.

You try to disassociate, try to imagine that this is just a medical examination. But your fantasies are shattered when something hard and thick slaps against your inner thigh as Naoya rearranges himself behind you, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth against your dripping entrance, coating his shaft with your juices.

“Naoya! Sir, please. I’ve never...You can’t-”

Your pleas are cut short as his hand painfully strikes your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re ruining the mood with your sniveling voice. Remember what I taught you? Sluts don’t get to speak freely. They only get to moan and thank their masters.”

You don’t even know if you can speak even if you wanted to, not when his cock is forced into you in one go, the thick and lengthy shaft ruthlessly tearing you apart. It fills you, stuffing you full, and you don’t think there’s even room left in your body for words. The only thing you can release is a strangled scream, eyes and mouth blown wide open, fingers clawing at the sheets as you try to remotely ground yourself as the foreign sensation overwhelms you.

But Naoya has never been a patient man and there’s a certain sense of entertainment from watching you struggle and writhe underneath him. He begins a relentless pace before you can adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, hips slamming in and out of you, heavy balls bouncing against you.

You’re so tight, so hot, so wet and he can feel a rush of power from the confusion he begins to see setting on your face as forced pleasure begins to mix in with your fear and pain. Moans and high-pitched keens are finding their way in between distressed cries and he smirks at the way your eyes begin to roll back in your head, the way your hips begin to meet him halfway, greedily pushing back against him when he teasingly slows down his pace.

He laughs at the humiliation and embarrassment running rampant on your face when you whine as he abruptly stops

“Wow you really are a slut. You fucking love my cock, don’t you?”

He rolls his eyes as you adamantly shake your head in denial, bored by your playing hard to get act. But as he admires the way your pussy lips obscenely envelop his cock, your pretty puckered hole beckons to him.

“You’re fucking filthy, clamping down on me like a bitch in heat from just a thumb in your ass. You like that? Like having all your holes filled? Maybe when I break you in, I’ll share you with the rest of the clan. Bet you’d love that. Love having cocks in every hole, using every inch of you.”

Your orgasm takes the both of you by surprise in its speed and intensity and Naoya howls in laughter as he resumes fucking you, chasing his own high with his thumb still lodged in your ass, groaning in pleasure at how he can feel the tremors of your orgasm, the way your body convulses in the aftershocks of pleasure and onset of overstimulation.

You’re breathtaking like this, fucked silly, delirious, just a warm body and toy for him to do with as he pleases and it doesn’t take long for him to join you over the edge and add to the sticky mess already inside of you.

With a lewd pop he retracts his thumb from your now lewdly fluttering hole, shoving it into your mouth for you to clean and he smiles at how mindlessly obedient you are as you suck and lick the digit clean like it's your favorite lollipop.

You grimace when he finally pulls out, already feeling his cum beginning to leak out of you and you try and find the strength in your trembling and used body to push yourself off the bed. It’s time to retreat with your tail between your legs and you want nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening in the shower, harshly scrubbing every evidence of your utter defeat and conquest under boiling hot water.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You open your mouth to speak, only to quickly clamp it back shut, remembering how your words only seemed to dig you deeper and deeper into trouble.

“You’re going to wash me and yourself and once we’re clean, you’re going to remain naked and in my bed until I’m ready to use you again. Think of it as a promotion. No more worrying your stupid little head about cleaning and laundry anymore. You’re being upgraded to my personal sex slave and bed warmer. Come on, I don’t have all day.”

You wonder if this is what it feels like to walk the plank, to approach your own death sentence as you robotically trail after Naoya’s figure towards his lavish bathroom. And as you lay in his bed that night, pristine and bare like a glorified sex doll, his broad arm possessively slung around your waist and forcing your bodies to mold together, you bid farewell to your past life, dreading what the future has in store for you.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #yandere jujutsu kaisen #naoya x reader #naoya smut #yandere naoya #tw: noncon #tw: abuse

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frog-writes-for-fun · 3 years ago

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so its pretty much known that youtooz often steals designs & doesn't credit artists (or so i believe), so can you make ranboo getting another youtooz of his own but he isn't aware that his friend, reader, is the OG designer of it? and like- youtooz did the ol' "steal design" thing since reader uploaded a design of a youtooz as a joke, but then boom, an actual youtooz looks like the exact design you uploaded, but youtooz didn't pay you, credit you, or somesort. and then ranboo found out about it, and then ranboo was like "oh, crap, i'm so sorry" and tries to make it up to them, even though reader reassured him that it was okay and that he didn't know? thanks.

they them pls, gn reader

Hello anon! Thanks for the request, I enjoyed writing it!

Ahh… Capitalism

cc!Ranboo x gn!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/n, an artist on Twitter, creates a fake merch design. Soon after, one of their friends announces that they are releasing a suspiciously similar piece of merchandise.

Warnings: Capitalism? There’s not really any warnings for this one.

Note: Stealing art is not cool guys! Share and reblog art and fics, don’t repost or steal them!

You had recently reached a follower goal on Twitter. As a thank you, you set up a poll for your next art piece so your audience could vote.

The project was going to be a fake figurine design, but you wanted your followers to pick who it would be for. The options were a few of your friends’ canon characters, and Ranboo won the poll in a landslide.

You ended up quite happy with the final result of your design, and posted it. Before you closed the bird app, the likes started rolling in. You hadn’t tagged Ranboo in the art, assuming he’d see it anyway since you followed each other.

A few days later, you were watching one of your friend’s streams. He was chatting with Tubbo and the viewers while drawing the lore of the Dream SMP and you were only half-listening as you worked on a commission piece.

Something caught your ear and you focused on the stream in time to catch it. Apparently your friend was partnering with YouTooz to release a new figurine.

“‘Can we see it yet?’ Well, chat, they haven’t printed any that I can show you yet.” Ranboo finished the stick figure of his character in MS Paint.

“You should see the concept art chat! It’s really good.” Tubbo sounded excited as he added his commentary.

“I think YouTooz is releasing the art on Twitter tomorrow.” Ranboo switched to a blank canvas. “I could give chat a bit of a spoiler…” He trailed off, seemingly thinking about the pros and cons of showing off the merch.

An image appeared on his canvas, a silhouette of what must be the figure. You looked at it briefly before turning back to your work in progress.

You didn’t plan to linger on the image long, but something stood out to you. It was almost like you’d seen it before, but you couldn’t quite place it. You tried to put it out of your mind, but it kept coming back.

The next day, the full design was posted on Twitter and you immediately realized why it seemed so familiar. That was 100% your art. The artists’ mark you had put in the corner of the canvas had been covered up with the company logo.

Several of your followers had already commented under the post, tagging you and asking YouTooz for artist recognition at the least.

You took a moment to sort through your notifications, trying to figure out what to do about this, when a private message came from Ranboo.

“Hey, y/n, I see you’re being tagged in a lot of comments about the YouTooz. I’m hoping you can straighten this out. Is that your art?”

You quickly replied, saying that it was and attaching the original file with the artist's signature intact.

His response was vaguely panicked, something along the lines of “oh shoot I’m so sorry I can get it taken down if you want or at least get them to pay you or something”

You reassured him: “Hey, you’re fine. You didn’t steal the art, that was the company. Ahh… the joys of capitalism”

As it turns out, he hadn’t seen the art before YouTooz showed it to him as a piece of concept art, since it had gotten lost in his Twitter timeline.

Ranboo was absolutely willing to negotiate with YouTooz to get you proper credit and pay for the work, or even cancel production if you didn’t want your art to be used for that purpose.

He both explained on stream and on Twitter that you were the one responsible for the amazing art that had gotten stolen, and encouraged people to check out your other art.

Ranboo (@ranboosaysstuff)

Hey everyone! This amazing piece of art that was recently used to promote my YouTooz was actually made by my good friend @y/ndraws! Go check them out and give them all the love!

The shoutout definitely gained you a few thousand more followers, so at least something good came of this mess.

#frog's fics #frog writes #ranboo x reader #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x p!reader #cc!ranboo x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #reader insert #gender neutral reader #request

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lokiskitten · 3 years ago

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hiii can you please do tom as dad's best friend/co-worker where they finally meet each other in her dad's office? and that y/n dad have to take an urgen flight trip thats why he needed tom to look after y/n for a couple of days. lots of sexual tension and dirty talk! (also age gap if that's alright with you?) 😌 make it real smutty and kinky u know the drill :) ty!!

Tom Hiddleston | unique babysitter

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : being a single father, your dad has no choice but to leave you at home with a friend after he has been called for an urgent business travel. Surprisingly enough, you manage to end up enjoying Tom’s exhilarating company.

warnings : smut, age gap, dirty talking, slight dub/con, virgin!reader, innocence kink, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight after care and cuddling.

Around a week ago, your dad had finally agreed to take you to his office in order for you to discover his job. You had never really understood the way he made a living, and it had therefore been the occasion for you to get to learn more about his work whilst earning the chance to spend some extra time with him. Ever since your mom had left, you had allowed yourself to drift away from your father- an unwilling habit which had brought harm to the two of you throughout the years. But now was your chance to do better by supporting the older man through his daily life and by letting him know that he was not alone. Though, your little trip to his office had allowed you to meet with one of his closest coworkers : a so called Tom Hiddleston.

The man worked at the desk next to your dad’s, which allowed you to get a good view of his friend whilst they both worked. The room remained silent- the sounds of the keyboards being put to good use offering a pretty symphony. Your orbs would sometimes divert towards the infamous older man, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever his blue eyes would take notice of your stares and look up at you- leading your embarrassed self to look away. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that this gesture had amused him due to the way his lips seemed to curl up whilst his chest bobbed upwards gently. Your hands fidgeted together, this little game lasting through the entire afternoon until it was finally time for you and your father to go home. But even after disappearing from one another’s sight, none of you appeared to forget about the other.

The next day, your dad had announced to you that he would be forced to leave for a couple of days due to an important business offer he simply couldn’t push away. At first, you felt okay with it... until this one added up that his coworker and friend, Tom, would be in charge of taking care of you for the few upcoming days. This stroke anxiety within your heart. The man you had desperately stared at for hours yesterday would now be assigned as your babysitter? The thought of getting to spend time alone with him was surely exciting, but also intimidating. Therefore, you decided to use arguments in order to dodge your father’s announcement, and potentially call off this whole babysitter issue which you believed was unnecessary for a girl such as you.

The first argument you decide to pull up was the fact that you were eighteen, and therefore not in need of a babysitter anymore. You could take care of yourself, which you did whenever your father was at work. But to the older man, this wasn’t the issue. He felt pleased to remind you what had happened the last time he had trusted you to be alone for a couple of days, and you had no choice but to remain silent face to his prominent argument, and your lack of snap back. Even though you could’ve probably explained that this event took place a couple of years back, and that you were now a legal adult to society, you decided to submit to your father’s announcement and decision.

Coming back to the present, you were currently sat in the living room whilst waiting for Tom to arrive. Your father had left a couple of minutes ago already, as he didn’t wish to miss his plane due to his coworker being late- who he trusted in taking good care of you. But little did he know, the older man would do much more than simply cook dinner for the two of you before tucking you in for a good night of sleep. When the bell finally rang, your head diverted towards the door in a hurry before your whole silhouette made an effort to get up from the sofa in order to reach for the entry of your home. Nervously, your hand took ahold of the handle before twisting it and allowing the door to open, revealing your dad’s smily coworker. “Good evening, Princess. I’m sorry I’m late.” He affirmed as your eyes slowly slid down towards the postman bag he carried on his right shoulder.

Face to your prolonged silence, he decided to step in one more time. “May I come in?” Tom asked, hoping that this sentence would manage to pull you out of your thoughts. And it did. “Oh yes, sure. I’m sorry...” You responded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips as you moved to the side in order to let the older man step inside of your house. As soon as Tom laid a foot of onto the floor of your home, you felt a rather uncomfortable sensation take over your organism. It was a mix of excitement- that due to his handsomeness and attractive aura- and anxiety. A single pressure applied on the door was enough to have it close, trapping the two of you inside of the construction. And from that point, things progressively started to get more risky.

If Tom had agreed to sit down at the living room’s table to work at first, he soon caught interest in your silhouette and the things your curves could potentially offer him. During the first evening you spent together, things remained rather quiet and calm. All he did was look at you from the corner of his eye once in a while, and so did you whenever you felt like allowing your hormones to win over your good sense. You had been the one to cook dinner, and the older man hadn’t stopped praising the meal you had taken time to prepare whilst he worked. You got the chance to listen to a few of his personal informations- such as his nice lifestyle as a single man who enjoyed cooking for himself, as a hobby. Tom even promised to be the chief tomorrow evening, a bargain which led you to feel more comfortable in his presence.

The next day was when you finally started to feel more comfortable about your father’s coworker living in your house. You didn’t get to see him during the day due to college, but coming back in the evening knowing you would be able to spend time with the older man never failed to make you feel excited. Tom had progressively let go of his work, claiming he had taken a one week remunerated break in order to spend some extra time with you. The days went along, and you found yourself skipping class as well to attend the man’s offers about going out to various places. Calling your dad to check up on him wasn’t a priority anymore, which easily led you to bump into multiple missed calls when you finally made your way back up to your room after spending a day with his friend.

On this delightful Friday evening, you had been given the honor to taste Tom’s most famous recipe : bolognese. The dinner went on wonderfully, and you soon found yourself bloated with sauce and pasta- a visual proof that you had indeed enjoyed the meal he had prepared. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Tom’s blue orbs stared at your exhausted self who still tried to recover from the amount of food you had previously ingested. It had exhaust you. “I guess I won’t be asking you how it went, seeing the emptiness of your plate.” He affirmed with a chuckle before reaching out for both of your stained yet empty plates in order to carry them until the sink. Shifting in your seat, you allowed your vision to divert away from your guest for a moment- which Tom didn’t fail to notice.

With a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips, the man proceeded to rest the plates down on the workspace before silently making his way back to you, sitting down in the chair which was positioned next to yours before leaning in and allowing his lips to collide with your neck. You obviously reacted face to this unexpected sensation, body shaking just so slightly as you tiredly leant backwards in order to break the contact. “What? What are you doing?” You asked awkwardly, earning an amused smile from the older man. His hand travelled up to your hair, blue orbs following his own gesture as he brushed a strand behind your ear. “Just treating you the way you deserve. You’re a grown woman after all, aren’t you? And adults communicate with one another.” He purred seductively, those few words sending chills down your spine.

“So I’m letting you know... I want you.” He finished, hand still toying with your hair as both your heart and mind fell apart on the instant. Had you heard that right? Was your father’s friend truly offering you to hookup under his coworker’s own roof- a man who had given him his trust to look after his only daughter? But the will to rebel and prove to the world that you weren’t a child anymore turned out to be stronger then your good sense and the respect you held for your dad. Your cheeks heated up as you made eye contact with Tom again, a welcoming smile appearing his lips which led you to fall for him even more. “Okay...” you responded to his previous statement in an awkward manner, leading the adult’s smile to intensify. “Okay.” He repeated happily, hand sliding down to your thigh in order to take ahold of yours.

Tom easily managed to get you to stand up, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs as his thumb gently rubbed against the back of your hand. Again, you felt excited yet anxious- still questioning whether yes or not you should give in his certainly appetizing offer. But before you knew it, the older man had managed to reach your father’s room- the room Tom had been occupying throughout the journey- which possessed a bigger bed for the two of you to enjoy. His first reflex was to turn on the lights before closing the door, those two gestures requiring for him to let go of your hand which allowed you to move closer to the bed without his help. “Ever done this before?” Tom asked empathetically as his silhouette turned towards yours, both his hands resting on his hips as if he was trying to contain certain pulsions.

Even if you felt ashamed of the answer you were about to give, you still trusted the man enough not to make fun of you nor make any degrading remarks about your sexual life. “Not really.” You answered as he moved closer to you, head bowed down to be able to make proper eye contact. “That’s okay.” He reassured, his hand moving up to your shoulder which he squeezed gently. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Finished the male, his fingers now taking ahold of your chin only to lead your head to look up. Your lips aligned with his, his head slowly moving down towards yours until your closed mouths finally pressed against one another. This was the chastest kiss anyone had ever given you- which reinforced the feeling of safety you felt whenever it came to Tom. Though he quickly ended up softly breaking the contact in order to make sure you were okay.

You silently sucked in your bottom lip, as if you wanted to get some extra taste of his lips even after he had decided to break the kiss. Allowing your lower piece of rosy flesh to go, your orbs finally diverted upwards in order to make eye contact with the man who had just filled you with bliss. “I liked this.” You admitted, earning a smile from your partner. His hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, progressively undoing the links until his bellybutton and abdominals were revealed to your innocent sight. Those assets made you shiver, and Tom could easily tell that you were too shy to step forward and lay your pretty hands onto his flesh. Smirking, the man dodged your silhouette in order to reach for the bed, removing his shirt through the process before allowing it to drop to the floor.

You watched silently as he sat down on the edge of the furniture, inviting you to take place beside him by laying gentle taps on the spot next to his thigh. Your submitted self obeyed, feet leading you towards your master until you finally took place beside him. “You’re such an obedient girl.” Tom praised, seemingly enjoying the way you agreed to follow all of his commands. An intimidated chuckle escaped your lips as his hand once again traveled up to your face, caressing your facial features and brushing your hair back in the loveliest manner. You couldn’t help but stare at his crouched abdominals, the way his skin formed muscular rolls for you to appreciate and praise. After all, it was the first time you ever saw a grown man bare chested in such an intimate situation.

“You want to remove a couple of layers? It’s the least we could do.” Tom offered gently, making sure to use the proper tone in order not to scare you off- and mostly in order to lead you to accept his proposition. Again, you agreed, standing up from the bed before removing your sweatshirt by pulling it over your head. Your bare breasts were revealed to his sight, though his blue orbs remained mainly focused on the skin of your waist and stomach. He found the bellybutton and stomach as a very attractive part of the female anatomy, and couldn’t potentially get enough of staring at this area of your body. Of course the grown man also felt grateful to be able to get a peak of your breasts- which he would make sure to cherish and praise later on.

His hands bluntly moved up to your waist as you took place between his legs, blue orbs still looking up at you before Tom allowed himself to lay a kiss onto your stomach. You abdominals contracted due to the small tingle you felt within you skin as the older man now took care of laying trails of gentle kisses down your belly. Looking down at him, you allowed your digits to travel up to his perfectly groomed hair before passing your fingers through the strands, messing up his mane in the softest manner. You were able to feel his lips perk upwards, indicating that your gestures were visibly making him smile. It reassured you to be aware of such a positive reaction.

After reaching the waistband of your joggers, Tom stopped himself through his track in order to take another look at your facial features- which in his humble opinion were perfect. Besides, spending time with someone who was younger than him somewhat sent the man back to his youthful days as well; which provided Tom a very blissful feeling. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbuckle his belt before undoing the button of his jeans without even taking care of sliding the leather material out of the confines of his pants. Though he unfortunately found himself forced to look away after struggling to undo his button, your orbs still staring down towards his veiny hands which worked hard to reach their goal.

Once this step was finally over with, Tom placed a hand on your hip in order to gently move you backwards so that he could stand up from the bed. You could tell by his frustrated appearance that he seemingly couldn’t wait to end up in bed and fully naked with you. Though he always kept a reassuring smile on his face, even whilst pulling his jeans down to his ankle before stepping out of the piece of clothing. The grown man now stood in his briefs, feeling no form of shame nor embarrassment face to your younger self. Besides, there simply was nothing he could’ve potentially feel ashamed of. His body was perfect. A chuckle escaped his lips upon witnessing how clueless you appeared, a sight which could only make him feel more confident through the overall process.

“Well, kitten... there’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Real men are nothing like the boys you see at school.” He insisted, referring to how male teenagers often found many reasons to criticize the female anatomy and make young girls feel insecure. And his tone sounded extremely genuine- which was what led you to finally unleash your silhouette from all these pieces of clothings. You nodded silently, hands moving down to the waistband of your joggers before you slid the material down to your ankles. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, you proceeded to remove the cloth from your ankles, now revealing your underwear to a rather eager Tom.

He jumped on this handy occasion to gracefully climb on the bed and lay down on the spot where he usually slept, waiting for you to be done and hand out the green flag like the gentleman that he is. Looking back at him, you once again felt your cheeks heat up due to crossing another line of the process. He smiled. “Don’t be shy. I want you.” Tom begged, arm extending towards your chest as an invitation for you to get closer- which you did. Now laying down next to each other, your hands rested against his chest as your bodies faced one another, feeling the warmth which emitted from his skin. He looked down at you, head leaning down and once again seeking for your lips before he was finally able to press them against yours.

You kissed back, now feeling more comfortable as his arms wrapped around your back in order to gently get himself on top of your body. You were consensually overcome by his much larger silhouette, one of your hands moving up to his shoulders as you carried on giving back what the man was generously offering you. As soon as grunts and low moans began to escape his lips, you could tell that things were about to move faster from this moment- legs spreading a little bit wider as you allowed the man to grind his hips against yours. You were able to feel his hardening member collide with and rub against your own clothed genitals- movements which soon led your entrance to leak juices and stains your panties.

“Look at you..” Tom began, breaking the kiss for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and finish his sentence. He was panting. “Legs already spread wide open for me.” The man stated, speaking nothing but obvious facts. You blushed. No one had ever spoken to you in such a way, and especially not on that specific tone which turned out to be quite exhilarating. Now moving his head down against the crook of your neck, you were able to feel warmth take over both your chest and crotch due to Tom still grinding his hips against yours. The movements stimulated your clit, sending chills down your spine and leading more love juice to leak out of your throbbing core. And even if the older man appeared more eager about the situation when it came to visuals, your soul was definitely suffocating with pleasure even if you remained slightly motionless and silent.

Sitting up on his knees, a smirking Tom made eye contact with you as he allowed himself to slide off your panties; taking them off your legs before carelessly dropping them to the side. Such a small piece of clothing certainly wouldn’t be a bother through your shared intercourse, which was the reason to why he decided not to pay much attention to where it landed. Besides, your father’s coworker felt too excited about what was to come to even care about such an irrelevant detail. You were panting, still trying to recover from this first contact which had left you damaged with pleasure and excitement. Though, little did you know, the real fun was only about to begin.

“My pretty girl’s got a pretty little cunt.” He praised, his fingers sticking together as he brought his hand down between your legs. You shivered, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation to his upcoming touch. It would be the first time you would get touched by a man, by someone else than your own self. A part of you wondered how it was going to feel, though the second one couldn’t help but grow anxious and worried. However, before you could even think any further, you felt Tom’s fingertips collide with your sensitive core- sending chills down your spine and easily leading your hole to squeeze and contract. He chuckled, appreciating his good work and feeling satisfied about the way he managed to make you feel. Though, it wasn’t like Tom had ever disappointed a woman in bed before.

One of the older man’s hands landed beside your face, Tom holding himself up with the help of his left arm whilst his other hand took care of pleasing your core. His fingertips rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes pinching the hardened bud and manhandling it perfectly. His aim was to get your entrance to loosen up for him; and that especially after he took notice that you were a virgin. Tom wanted this intercourse to be pleasing for you too, and he was willing to use any tactic in order to help you to relax. His lips landed against yours again, trapping your moan within his cavity and pushing it back inside of your mouth with the help of his tongue penetrating your moist entry.

Once your moans began to get progressively higher pitched, Tom felt like it was now the right time to initiate you to the pleasures he was certainly going to provide you. Taking his soaked fingertips up to his lips, he allowed his tongue to taste the sweet juices before both his hands took ahold of the waistband of his briefs which was soon to be slid down to his mid thighs. You didn’t dare to look, eyes still staring at the ceiling until your view was blocked by your partner’s facial features. He smiled and you smiled back. “Well hello.” Teased the older man, a few words which easily led you to chuckle. In the position you two had adopted, you were able to feel his rocking hard shaft press against your clit- a sensation that didn’t fail to make you feel nervous.

“You ready, Princess?” Questioned your dad’s coworker, your legs immediately spreading a tad wider upon hearing those few words. Another kiss was laid on your lips, probably in order to distract you from the slight pain which was about to follow. And before you could know it, a warm mass was pressed against your cavity, soon penetrating your entrance and pushing past your hymen that broke on the instant. A high pitched groan escaped your lips which led Tom to intensify the kiss, his hips jumping on the occasion to move closer to yours until his cock had reached balls deep. Slowly pulling away from your face, his ocean blue orbs made eye contact with yours, analyzing your facial features in order to find out whether you were truly suffering or not.

“This is just temporary.” Promised the man, your entrance unwillingly clenching around his shaft which led him to let out a guttural moan. Taking his attention off you for a minute, Tom’s face looked down at your rubbing crotches- as if he wanted to make sure he was properly inside- before his head tilted upwards again. Noticing how you now appeared more relaxed, he was soon to begin the thrusting process- slow movements at first which progressively increased in pace with time. The friction created by the intercourse felt absolutely blissful- filling your soul with excitement and leading your heart to race. You were able to feel the muscle pump blood through your entire system as Tom continued to grind his hips against yours, happy grunts escaping his lips.

Both his arms slid underneath your shoulders, taking ahold of them in order to keep you more still through the pleasant process- and make it easier for him to thrust. Tom felt entirely satisfied with the situation that had taken place- taking notice of how you appeared to enjoy it too which could only make his member throb out of pleasure. Though his masculine ego still pushed him to check in order to receive a verbal confirmation. “You enjoyin’ this?” The man asked breathlessly, earning a single moan and nod from your exhilarated self. The man then proceeded to unexpectedly pull out, offering you no time to understand before you were flipped over onto your stomach. This once his hands landed on your bum, spreading your cheeks apart and admiring the way your entrance leaked with love juice. It looked extremely welcoming, and Tom was soon to step inside of your intimate home for the second time.

Feeling his cock penetrate you again brushed all of your worries away, eyelids shutting close as you began to be rocked back and forth against the bedsheets. Even without being able to see his face, you still managed to enjoy everything that Tom was providing you with on the instant. You could feel his pubic bone collide with your skin of your bum, your nipples perking up against the confines of the bedsheets. “Fuck baby.. So tight and juicy for me.” He praised, leaning down in order to offer your neck rough kisses and gentle bites. You moaned tiredly, rubbing your cheek against his like a cat would do against his owner’s legs. He had managed to take possession of your soul, and there was now only one way out.

Time passed, and Tom’s thrusts progressively began to grow sloppier. Being inexperienced, you couldn’t exactly tell that this indicated he was about to reach his high, though the way he appeared more tired and less energetic than before certainly gave you a clue regarding his state. Frowning out of exhaussement, the grown man was finally filled with temporary satisfaction upon sensing his shaft throb and pump semen out of his testicles in order to have the liquid spray out of his sensitive urethra. His semence stained your walls, giving no chance to the flesh of your cervix which was drowned in the thick liquid. You two moaned in harmony- this warm sensation providing you with one last bit of pleasure before your dad’s coworker agreed to pull out of you.

He collapsed on the bedsheets next to you, hand resting on his chest as he panted in order to recover from this intense moment. With the bit of energy that you had left, you managed to crawl until his silhouette in order to offer him a well needed hug, your arms burying against his ribcage as Tom was soon to turn to his side and secure your naked self with his large and muscular members. Feeling the warmth of his flesh in a whole other way still felt as satisfying as before, this cuddle providing you with as much happiness and bliss than the previous intercourse had.

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