#I've never been to one so idk what to expect..........

[enjakey]

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PAIRING: cop!sunghoon x criminal!fem!reader

TW/N I 10k- smut so MNDI | cop au, neighbours au, rich man au l Sunghoon is a bit obsessed with Y/N and a bit manipulative but he���s still a good person | I tried the daddy-fication of sunghoon but I don't think it worked I don't think I have a daddy kink guys 😭 | l wrote smut guys, idk if it's good. When I wrote it, it made sense but the more I read it the weirder it got Imk how yall like it | I've been writing this since they debuted these fits bro HOW ARE THEY SO BIG | Heeseung is mentioned

SMUT TAGS: masturbation (m), oral (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, p in v (no protection, wrap it before you tap it queens), creampie (ig??)

SUMMARY: A detective falls for his beautiful neighbour, a kind kindergarten teacher- only to discover she’s a drug mule hiding secrets in their swanky apartment building. But when love and loyalty clash, how far will he go to protect her… even if it means betraying the badge?

Park Sunghoon had never wanted an ordinary life.

Even as a kid growing up in Seoul, he’d been the one asking too many questions, staring a little too long at strangers, trying to piece together the puzzle of who they were and what secrets they might be hiding.

While other kids played video games, Sunghoon devoured detective novels, captivated by the thrill of solving what no one else could see. The idea of finding the truth- no matter how dark- set a spark burning in his chest that never went out.

His parents didn’t share the same enthusiasm. They wanted him safe behind a desk, in a respectable office job, not out chasing criminals through alleyways or risking his life in drug busts. They worried about the danger, the long hours, the toll it could take on his body and mind.

But Sunghoon couldn’t picture himself anywhere else.

He put himself through the Police University, graduating near the top of his class. It wasn’t easy. The physical training was brutal, the academic work relentless. But he thrived on the challenge. The more demanding the task, the more determined he became to prove himself.

When he made Detective, his parents finally accepted that this was his path. Especially when they saw how much he loved it.

Because Sunghoon didn’t just like being a detective. He lived for it.

He loved the rush of following a trail no one else noticed, the satisfaction of snapping puzzle pieces into place, the silent pride of bringing dangerous people off the streets. And, perhaps most of all, the power of protecting people who couldn’t protect themselves.

Years of hard work paid off. By his early thirties, he’d climbed the ranks to Detective Sergeant, leading high-profile investigations into narcotics and organized crime. His instincts were sharp, his case-closure record impressive. He’d earned respect in the department- and enough salary to afford the sleek, high-rise apartment where he now lived.

On paper, Detective Sergeant Park Sunghoon was exactly where he’d always dreamed of being- successful, respected, and at the top of his game.

He just never expected the biggest puzzle of his life would be the woman who lived right across the hall.

It started with an elevator ride- Sunghoon was on his way to work. Briefcase in hand, the other stuffed in his pocket, he leaned against the metal wall of the elevator, music flooding his ears. For the past month, nothing interesting had come out of work. The city had been quiet- a bit too quiet. 

Before the doors could shut, she’d come running towards him, waving frantically to hold the lift, please. And Sunghoon barely heard her but he was swift- he slid his hand between the opening and let the doors slide open for her. Shyly, she thanked him, hands clasped in front of her, dressed somewhere in between formal and casual- Sunghoon didn’t know the word for it. 

He’d never seen this girl before. And it came more as a shock to him when he realised she lived a few doors down from him- two doors opposite of his, the last one in the hallway, to be precise. As more time passed, the more their mornings seemed to align. They’d open their doors at the same time to leave for work, Sunghoon drove down the same road Y/N walked down to reach her place of work- she was a kindergarten teacher- and they both went to the same grocery store on the weekends. 

He knew this because once, they’d accidentally bumped their carts into each others’ while exploring the cereal aisle and awkwardly laughed at each other- familiar enough to know that they lived in the same building together, not familiar enough to exchange words.

But after that, Sunghoon tried to make himself more familiar with her.

Y/N was her name- he learnt that after asking the door man, who didn’t even hesitate to give him, a cop, the piece of information. And for the next few days, he’d utter the name under his breath to familiarise himself with it- the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, the way it suited her more than any other name he could fathom.

And in those elevator rides, quiet and still hovering with awkwardness, Sunghoon would observe her, examine her, admire her. It was the way she never looked tired in the mornings, though Sunghoon did most of the time- whether it was because he was on his way to the gym or to work. And it was the way her clothes seemed to fit her so perfectly, the way her hair was always perfectly styled and fell over her shoulder. And every morning in the elevator, she would pass him a curt nod and then look ahead like he didn’t exist. 

Sunghoon came to dread weekend mornings- it meant he wouldn’t be able to see her in the elevators, wouldn’t get that simple nod of acknowledgement from her, couldn’t mark his mornings with the sight of her fresh face and light smile resting on her glossed lips.

Then, he started getting off work early- purposeful and calculated. It took a while to figure out but eventually, he’d just asked the doorman again and he told him that she came back home around 3pm everyday.

So, the next day, at around 3pm, Sunghoon waited near the elevator, praying that Y/N would grace him with her appearance.

And she did, with her arms filled with a stack of papers almost comically thick, trying her best to not let them fly away. She greeted the doorman with a respectful smile and bow and scurried her way to the elevator- to Sunghoon, where he stood, waiting for her, when the elevator doors opened at the perfect timing.

“Do you need help with that?” Sunghoon asked her, cooly, swiftly, as though he hadn’t been rehearsing it.

Him, a cop, a sergeant detective, had to rehearse how to talk to a girl- he wasn’t sure how to feel about himself. But he didn’t care.

Y/N, ever so focused on carrying the papers, which seemingly were filled with children’s drawings, looked up at him with raised brows and parted lips- surprised. And she watched as he pressed the button to their floor and moved his hands towards her, the papers she was holding, and held the bundle with one hand with ease, the other holding his briefcase. 

“Thank you,” she mumbled to him, utterly defeated by his kindness, blinking up at him like she was looking at him for the first time- sharp features, welcoming smile and thick strands of hair that fell over his eyes.

“You’re a kindergarten student?” He asked, hiding the fact that he already knew.

“Yes,” she nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you?”

“Detective sergeant,” he answered proudly and didn’t fail to miss the falter in her expression- the way her smile froze for half a second, eyes darting away before she caught herself.

But Sunghoon didn’t think much of it- most people had that reaction, he realised. It was an instinctive mix of caution and unease, that momentary tightening in the shoulders, the subtle shift in their gaze. The badge on his belt carried weight, even when hidden beneath a suit jacket.

To him, it was normal. To everyone else, it was a quiet reminder that the law was always watching.

“I know I don’t look it,” he offered as a joke, sharp teeth peeking from behind his lips in teasing.

Y/N soft expression came back, eyes wrinkling as she brought her hand up to hide her giggle. “I knew we had a cop living in the building. Just didn’t think it was you.”

“Now you know,” Sunghoon shrugged.

The elevator door spinged open and the pair stepped out. Meekly, she reached towards her pile of papers- the drawings her students made with so much care and enthusiasm, despite their lack of talent and hand-eye coordination.

And he handed it to her, the tips of their fingers brushing- it sent jolts of electricity through Sunghoon and he reveled in it. He didn’t want to deny himself of it.

“Thank you for keeping us safe,” she bowed to him- a sense of respect and caution- before walking away towards her door. 

And Sunghoon stood back and watched, stunned by their interaction. He’d read the interaction from a completely different light than she- Sunghoon thought he’d made his flirting evident.

Over the next few days, Sunghoon made it a point to leave work early. 

It was a sudden change that left his team blinking in surprise and quietly celebrating the unexpected gift of shorter shifts. Detective Sergeant Park was known for staying late, stubbornly glued to his desk long after everyone else had gone home, but now he was practically racing the clock to leave on time. And every afternoon, like clockwork, he managed to catch Y/N just as she stepped into the elevator on her way home.

Their conversations were always the same. He’d greet her with a polite, “how has work been?” And she’d offer a soft, careful smile and reply, “good. What about you?” 

They rarely ventured beyond those simple exchanges. Sunghoon might elaborate a sentence or two about his day, and Y/N would give a quiet hum of acknowledgement, always polite but distant, as though she were determined to keep a safe buffer between them. It should have been harmless- a neighborly routine. But the truth was, Sunghoon found himself craving these moments far more than he ever intended.

At first, he convinced himself it was just curiosity. He was a detective, after all; it was his job to observe, to notice the details other people missed. But curiosity had a way of creeping into obsession, and one night, Sunghoon found himself sitting alone in his apartment, still wearing his dress shirt and tie, staring at the blank wall across the hall where her door stood closed and silent. He tried to shake it off, tried to remind himself that she was just a neighbor and that he was reading too much into things. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how Y/N refused to indulge him in more information about herself.

The next day, long after the precinct had emptied out, Sunghoon stayed behind. His finger hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds, battling with the quiet voice of his conscience. Then he gave in, logged into the department’s secure database, and typed her name.

 The screen flickered as the system pulled up her records, and in an instant, her life unfolded before him in cold, precise lines of text- her full name, national ID, place of birth in a small town hours outside Seoul, her parents’ names and current address, her school history, and a clean criminal record. 

And then he saw her salary.

Sunghoon stared at the figure, frowning. It wasn’t terrible, but it was nowhere near enough to cover rent in a building like theirs- not unless she was spending every last won on housing and living off instant noodles.

 Even that seemed unlikely. 

For a long moment, he sat there in the dim glow of his monitor, replaying every seemingly innocent detail he’d noticed about her over the past weeks.

He thought about how Y/N never wore designer clothes like so many of their neighbors. Her wardrobe was always simple- neat blouses, soft cardigans, plain skirts in gentle colors. He remembered how her grocery bags were always small and light, never crammed with the expensive brands and imported snacks he saw other tenants buying. There were no impulse luxuries in her cart- just bare essentials like rice, eggs, and milk. And he thought about how she didn’t own a car. Until now, he’d assumed it was a personal preference, maybe an eco-friendly choice for someone who worked with children. But suddenly, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that she simply couldn’t afford it.

Worst of all, he kept remembering the way her eyes flickered, just for the briefest second, when he said, “Detective Sergeant.” That tiny pause, the split-second stiffening of her shoulders- it hadn’t meant much to him at first. But now, it clawed at his mind like a warning he couldn’t ignore.

If she couldn’t afford her apartment on her salary, then someone else had to be paying for it. But who? And why?

Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming anxiously on his desk, as his detective instincts kicked in, cataloging possibilities. Maybe she had a secret inheritance, but that seemed unlikely given her parents’ modest background. A wealthy boyfriend? He’d never seen any man visiting her apartment. Debt? That wouldn’t explain who was covering her rent. Or- an unsettling possibility twisted in his gut- was she involved in something illegal?

He wanted so desperately to believe she was just a sweet, hardworking teacher who lived a simple life. But Sunghoon had seen too much in his years on the force to ignore the possibility that sometimes the most ordinary faces hid the darkest secrets. And as he sat there, the weight of his discovery pressing down on his chest, one thought refused to leave him:

What was Y/N hiding?

The following weekend, Sunghoon called in sick to work, mumbling some half-hearted excuse about feeling unwell. It wasn’t entirely a lie- his head did feel scrambled, his chest tight with a restless, obsessive energy he couldn’t shake. But it had nothing to do with a virus or a fever. 

It was because of Y/N.

So instead of resting, Sunghoon spent nearly all of Saturday posted right inside his apartment doorway, a chair dragged close enough that he could lean forward, pressing his ear against the wood. He sat there for hours, listening intently for any sounds from the hallway, straining to catch even the faintest whisper, the softest shuffle of footsteps outside.

Saturday morning passed uneventfully. The building was quiet, the only noises drifting through were the occasional thump of someone’s vacuum cleaner, a child laughing two floors up, and the distant hum of traffic far below. By afternoon, Sunghoon was starting to feel foolish. His muscles ached from sitting so long in the same position, and he was growing bored, losing hope in the theory that Y/N was involved in anything illegal. 

A huge part of him felt relieved. Maybe there was an innocent explanation for how she could afford to live in such an expensive apartment. Maybe she really was just a sweet, hardworking kindergarten teacher with no dark secrets lurking behind her gentle smile.

But as evening fell, the quiet shifted.

Somewhere around seven o’clock, Sunghoon heard footsteps in the hallway- soft, deliberate steps that didn’t match any of his neighbors’ usual patterns. They were heavier than Y/N’s light tread but more cautious than the confident strides of the businessmen who lived on their floor. The footsteps approached, and Sunghoon felt his pulse spike as he heard the subtle click of a key sliding into Y/N’s lock.

He shot upright, adrenaline surging through him.

A moment later, Y/N’s voice carried into the hall, soft and cautious.

“Come in, come in!”

Peering through the slim crack of his door, Sunghoon caught a faint glimpse of her silhouette standing at her doorway, her posture slightly nervous, her hands fidgeting as she stepped aside to let someone enter. The figure who brushed past her into the apartment was a man- taller than Y/N, wearing dark clothes, his face half-obscured by the shadows spilling across the hallway. Sunghoon barely caught the sharp line of a jaw, the gleam of something metallic at the man’s wrist, maybe a watch.

And then the door shut with a soft thud, swallowing them into silence.

Sunghoon stood frozen in the threshold of his own apartment, heart hammering so hard he could hear it in his ears. Every instinct screamed that this was the moment he’d been waiting for- that he wasn’t crazy, that there was something more to Y/N than sweet smiles and pastel sweaters.

He clenched his fists at his sides, fighting the sudden urge to storm across the hallway and demand answers (what answers? He wasn’t her boyfriend yet to accuse her of adultery and he had not enough proof to accuse her of illegal activity). Instead, he forced himself to close his door softly, leaning his back against it as he stared at the ceiling, trying to steady his breath.

Half an hour later, Sunghoon was still standing near his door, tense and silent, every nerve on edge. He kept replaying the image of the man slipping into Y/N’s apartment, trying to memorize every shadowy detail- the broad shoulders, the dark clothing, the quick, almost furtive way he’d moved past her.

Then, suddenly, Y/N’s door clicked open again, the quiet sound echoing through the hushed hallway.

A string of small, hushed voices spilled out into the corridor- soft mumbles of polite farewells, fragments of words like “thank you,” and “see you tomorrow.” Sunghoon held his breath as he edged his door open just a few centimeters, peering through the narrow slit.

The man emerged first, stepping into the hall with quick, purposeful strides. In his hand, he now carried a black bag he hadn’t been holding earlier. It wasn’t anything overtly suspicious- a simple duffel, the kind a person might take to the gym- but the sight of it made Sunghoon’s gut twist. The man didn’t look around as he headed for the elevators, his expression unreadable, eyes focused straight ahead as though determined not to acknowledge anyone who might be watching.

Behind him, Y/N lingered in her doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the door frame, offering a polite smile that seemed just a little too practiced.

“Goodnight,” she called softly and clicked her door shut.

The man gave a short nod without turning, and within moments, he disappeared into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a quiet hiss.

Sunghoon stood frozen, staring at the empty hallway, his mind spinning faster than he could control.

Why did that man suddenly have a bag? What had been inside Y/N’s apartment that he needed to carry out? And why was Y/N- the gentle, soft-spoken kindergarten teacher- mixed up with a man who slipped away like he was avoiding being seen?

By Sunday evening, Sunghoon was practically vibrating with restless energy. He hadn’t left his apartment all weekend except to crack his door open and press his ear against it whenever footsteps echoed in the hall. Part of him felt ridiculous, spying like a jealous lover, but the other part- the detective part- couldn’t ignore the gnawing certainty that Y/N was hiding something.

So when the same man returned that evening, carrying the same black bag and arriving almost to the minute as the night before, Sunghoon felt both vindicated and deeply uneasy. He watched through the sliver of his door as Y/N opened hers with that same practiced gesture, stepping aside to let the man in. She was smiling, but there was tension in the set of her shoulders, as if her entire body were braced for something she couldn’t control. Half an hour later, the man was leaving again, only this time the bag was nowhere in sight.

Sunghoon decided that tonight, he wasn’t going to simply watch from the shadows.

The moment Y/N’s door cracked open again and the man stepped into the hallway, Sunghoon swung his own door wider, pretending to be in mid-stride, keys in hand like he was on his way out. Y/N and the man both froze, eyes wide, expressions caught somewhere between surprise and unease. But just as quickly, their faces smoothed back into normalcy, masks snapping into place.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sunghoon said, approaching with measured steps, his voice warm but edged with curiosity. “Nice to see you.”

Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and offered a bright, practiced smile.

“You too. How are you? No work today?”

“Ah, I wasn’t feeling too well, actually,” Sunghoon replied, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he rubbed his temple. “Headache.”

“Oh, uh… do you need anyth- ”

But Sunghoon cut her off sharply, shifting his gaze toward the man who lingered beside her.

“Who’s this?” He asked, tilting his head slightly, as though trying to place a familiar face.

Y/N hesitated, just for a second- a small hitch in her breath that only someone like Sunghoon would catch. He felt the electric thrill of knowing he’d cornered her, even if only slightly. He could see the calculations racing behind her eyes. Y/N was smart enough to know that by now, Sunghoon had begun to suspect something. She would also know how good he was at detecting lies- she’d told him once she’d fallen down an internet rabbit hole researching him after he’d revealed his job.

Sunghoon waited, silently daring her to slip. He was expecting a lie- and he’d know if it was a bad one. He already knew almost everything about her. Everything he needed to.

Y/N cleared her throat lightly, then reached out and patted the man on the shoulder.

“Oh, he’s my high school friend,” she said smoothly.

The man cracked a confident smile, nodding. “Yes. High school friend.”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes to thin slits, studying them both. He knew it was a lie- but he had to admit it was a good one. If she’d claimed he was her brother, that would have been an instant giveaway; Sunghoon knew for a fact that Y/N didn’t have any siblings. But a high school friend… that was plausible enough to muddy the waters.

“Ah,” Sunghoon murmured, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he considered his next move. He debated asking the man’s name, but quickly decided against it. Pushing too hard right now would make his suspicions too obvious. Instead, he forced a polite smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes,” the man- allegedly Y/N’s high school friend- nodded briskly, then stepped past Sunghoon and headed toward the elevator.

Sunghoon didn’t stop him. He turned slightly to watch over his shoulder until the man disappeared behind the closing elevator doors. Then he shifted his gaze back to Y/N, who was still standing there, her fingers twisting lightly around the hem of her sleeve as if waiting for him to say something more.

If Y/N was who Sunghoon now suspected she was, he knew she would have pieced it together by now- that he was watching her, that the detective across the hall was no longer just her friendly neighbor but someone who had begun to look for the cracks in her story.

Sunghoon felt the options swirling in his mind. He could investigate further, dig until he found enough evidence to arrest her- or he could play this differently. Use the situation to his advantage.

And as he looked at her standing there, eyes darting nervously across his features, Sunghoon’s lips curled into the faintest trace of his signature smile.

“We should go on a date.”

Sunghoon, as a servant of the law, knew he should feel sick for twisting a situation like this. Two things haunted the back of his mind like gnawing teeth: first, that he was refraining from investigating a suspicious woman; and second, that he was manipulating a woman he found irresistibly attractive into going on a date with him under the silent, unspoken threat of his badge. He knew it was wrong, that he was stepping over lines no detective ever should.

Yet, he couldn’t help himself.

It was something in the way Y/N looked at him, cautious and wary, as though she understood the unspoken rules of their new game. Neither of them said it aloud, but in their own ways, they both knew exactly what was happening- that this date wasn’t just a date, that there were secrets between them as delicate and dangerous as glass.

But despite the guilt simmering under his skin, Sunghoon took a sharp, almost perverse pleasure in it. He enjoyed watching her give in, watched her let herself be led, her eyes flickering with worry yet her body following him willingly. He enjoyed seeing her dolled up in a dress he was certain she’d bought just for tonight, even though she’d skimped on groceries for weeks. He enjoyed the way she hovered close as he played with his car keys, opening the door for her, helping her into the passenger seat, leaning in to fasten her seatbelt while his breath ghosted hot against the soft curve of her neck.

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet and timid, as if she were stepping around invisible tripwires, afraid that one wrong word would trigger an explosion.

“You’ll see,” Sunghoon replied, grinning as he settled into the driver’s seat, his hands confidently gripping the wheel. He didn’t miss the way Y/N’s eyes darted down the length of his body, lingering on the crisp lines of his shirt and tie, the way his biceps flexed beneath the fabric whenever he turned the steering wheel.

He drove her to a high-end restaurant nestled in the wealthier end of the city, its sleek black interior accented with soft golden light that shimmered off crystal glassware and polished marble. Y/N seemed visibly uneasy as they stepped inside, glancing around as if searching for escape routes, clearly wanting to protest. But she swallowed her objections, knowing that to protest too much would be to reveal something she was trying desperately to keep hidden. So she followed Sunghoon to the table he’d reserved, perching on the velvet seat as if afraid to touch anything, letting him handle the menu without protest because she didn’t know what tasted good in a place like this- and because he clearly wanted to be the one in control.

Sunghoon ordered steak and pasta, pairing it with an expensive bottle of red wine, while Y/N nibbled at her food in tiny, hesitant bites. Of course, Sunghoon noticed. He watched every subtle movement of her fork, the way she daintily touched the edge of her lips with her napkin.

“You’re barely eating,” he remarked, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through her quiet pretense.

Her head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Sorry,” she stammered, shaking her head. “Just… a bit nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” Sunghoon pressed, tilting his head slightly, studying her reaction the way he’d interrogate a suspect.

“Never dated a cop before.”

Sunghoon burst out laughing, throwing his head back, utterly charmed and amused because it was so far from the answer he’d expected.

“No need to be nervous,” he said, leaning forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. “I’m here to keep you safe, aren’t I?”

For a moment, Y/N only stared at him, her eyes glassy, lips parted in silent confusion. She didn’t quite know what he meant, and Sunghoon could see her brain scrambling for the safest assumption. But she let herself believe, just a little, that Sunghoon might truly be offering protection.

When she didn’t speak, Sunghoon reached across the table, his fingers brushing the delicate bones of her hand.

“I want to get to know you,” he murmured. “I really do.”

“What do you want to know?” Y/N asked, her voice cautious, each word weighed before it left her lips.

Sunghoon grinned, his sharp canines glinting as he flashed the kind of smile that disarmed suspects in interrogation rooms. “What’s it like teaching kindergarteners?”

A knot seemed to loosen in Y/N’s chest at that, and she began to talk. She spoke about the children she taught, about the mischievous little monsters who made her want to tear her hair out, and the sweet angels who adored learning and followed her around like ducklings. She told stories about art projects gone wrong, about tantrums and lost shoes, and the occasional hellish parent who stormed into parent-teacher meetings breathing fire.

Sunghoon listened, genuinely engrossed. He knew some of those kids by name- their parents, to be specific. He’d either worked with them before or helped them handle a crisis. It was a wealthy neighborhood, after all, and everything was connected in one way or another.

Yet when it came time to talk about himself, Sunghoon remained cautious. He offered only vague glimpses of his work, speaking in generalities, avoiding any detail that might make Y/N panic. Instead, he shifted the conversation toward safer territory- his childhood, the younger sister he adored, the years he’d spent ice skating as a boy before giving it up to chase his dream of becoming a cop.

By the end of the night, Y/N had allowed herself to lower her guard just enough for real laughter to slip out, for genuine warmth to appear in her eyes. Not total trust, but enough that her smile no longer looked forced. On the drive back home, she didn’t pull away when Sunghoon rested his large hand on her thigh, his fingers warm and possessive against the fabric of her dress. And as they rode the elevator upstairs, they shared silent, loaded glances, each of them acutely aware of the dangerous undercurrent swirling between them.

When they reached her door, Sunghoon leaned casually against the frame, lingering, waiting.

“Good night,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “We should do this more often.”

“We should,” she agreed, offering a smile that might have been genuine- or might have been another carefully constructed mask. And perhaps, Sunghoon thought, it was a bit of both.

That night, Y/N didn’t kiss him. Sunghoon wanted to, badly, but he held himself back. He let her slip inside her apartment, closing the door gently behind her, leaving him standing alone in the hallway.

But when he finally crawled into bed, he fell asleep thinking of her. He couldn’t help it. The memory of her at dinner earlier that evening was too vivid, too intoxicating. His hand instinctively drifted downward, fingers curling around the growing hardness beneath the sheets

She had been sitting across from him, her lips wrapping around the fork as she took a bite of dessert. The way her tongue flicked out to catch a stray crumb, the way her doe eyes locked onto his as if she knew exactly what she was doing- it had driven him wild. And now, here he was, imagining that fork was something else entirely.

His grip tightened around his dick, his breath hitching as he began to stroke himself slowly, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He closed his eyes, letting the image of her take over. In his mind, it wasn’t a fork between her lips- it was him. Her mouth was warm, wet, and inviting, her tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper. He could almost feel the heat of her breath, the way her cheeks would hollow as she sucked him in.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hips bucking slightly as he imagined her looking up at him with those innocent eyes, feigning naivety while she coaxed him closer to the edge. The thought alone was enough to make him groan, his hand moving faster now, the rhythm becoming more urgent.

He could see it so clearly- her lips stretched around him, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving his. She would be so good at it, so eager to please, and yet there would be that hint of innocence in her gaze, as if she didn’t know the effect she was having on him. But she did, she had to know. No one could look at him like that and not know what they were doing.

His breathing grew ragged, his body tensing as he neared the edge. He could feel it building, that familiar pressure in his lower abdomen, and he knew he was close. In his mind, she was moaning around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Her hands were on his hips now, pulling him closer, urging him to let go.

“God, yes,” he whispered, his voice strained as he imagined her swallowing every last drop, her tongue lapping at him greedily as if she couldn’t get enough. The image was too much, and with a low groan, he came, his release spilling over his hand as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

For a moment, he just lay there, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His mind was still foggy, the image of her lingering even as the reality of what he’d just done settled in. He should feel guilty, maybe even ashamed, but all he felt was a deep, aching need for more.

Because now, more than ever, he was certain- whatever secrets Y/N was hiding… he was going to be the one to uncover them.

The next morning, Y/N stepped into the elevator and felt her pulse spike the instant she saw Sunghoon already inside. He stood tall in his usual work attire, his trousers hugging the firm muscle of his thighs, the crisp white shirt straining ever so slightly against the breadth of his chest and biceps. He looked entirely too handsome for someone whose presence posed such a lethal risk to her carefully balanced life.

Y/N gave him a curt, polite smile, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy, but Sunghoon simply grinned back at her the way he always did. Except now, there was something new between them- a charged understanding, a connection woven from secrets, lies, and stolen glances.

He leaned closer, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against the shell of her ear, and murmured, “you look beautiful today.”

Despite herself, Y/N couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, dancing on a knife’s edge, but part of her thrilled at the attention.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “You look good too.”

A fleeting look of triumph crossed Sunghoon’s eyes, and then the elevator doors opened. He strode out, heading toward the parking lot to start his day, while Y/N lingered behind, heart pounding like a warning drum in her chest.

As soon as Sunghoon’s tail lights disappeared, Y/N hurried out of the building and practically ran the few blocks to the café near her kindergarten. She risked being late- it didn’t matter, not compared to what she needed to do.

Inside the café, tucked into a shadowy booth near the back, Heeseung was waiting for her. He was the same man Sunghoon had seen slipping into her apartment two nights ago, and now his expression was tight with frustration, jaw set as he leaned forward across the table.

“You need to move out,” he said immediately, voice low but edged with urgency. “It’s not safe anymore.”

Y/N dropped into the seat across from him and wrapped her cold fingers around the coffee cup waiting for her. She knew he was right. Every part of her logical brain screamed that she needed to get as far away from Park Sunghoon as possible. But the thought of leaving- of severing whatever twisted connection had begun to blossom between her and Sunghoon- sent a cold dread spiraling through her stomach.

Because somewhere during that date, as Sunghoon had smiled at her with those sharp, predatory eyes, as he’d listened to her stories and brushed his fingers over her hand, Y/N had started falling for him.

“I don’t want to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung’s glare sharpened, dark eyes glinting.

“I can easily stop paying rent for that apartment, you know that?” He threatened.

Y/N lifted her chin, a hint of defiance flashing across her features. “Who’s gonna stash your drugs for you then, huh?”

Heeseung fell silent, his mouth snapping shut at once. He stared at her, clearly torn between anger and grudging respect.

“I know how to handle this,” Y/N said firmly, pushing back her chair and standing.

But as she left the café and started the short walk to her kindergarten, she felt the lie settle like a stone in her gut. Because the truth was, her way of handling things had never involved loyalty to anyone except herself.

And if it ever came down to choosing between Heeseung and Sunghoon… Y/N already knew who she was going to choose.

Sunghoon took Y/N on more dates over the following weeks- quiet afternoons in cozy cafés, early morning rented bicycle rides through tree-lined park trails, and elegant dinners in restaurants where the chandeliers glittered like stars overhead. He never let her pay for anything; not a single won left her purse when she was with him. Whether it was coffee, movie tickets, or dinner for two, Sunghoon covered it all without a moment’s hesitation, as though he took pride in spoiling her.

It was probably around the third date that Y/N finally kissed him- they’d come back from a modest dinner, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. It happened as they stood on her doorstep, the warm glow of city lights casting a soft halo around her. 

She’d leaned in, her movements tentative yet deliberate, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was achingly gentle, almost shy. Sunghoon had been instantly obsessed. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth- the way it felt so impossibly soft against his, the faint sweetness of her breath mingling with his own, the way her delicate fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as if she were anchoring herself to him. Even when she tried to pull away, her cheeks flushed and a nervous giggle escaping her lips, he’d caught her wrist and dragged her back in for another, deeper this time, his hunger for her impossible to ignore. The way she melted into him, her body pressing closer, only fueled his desire, leaving him craving more.

Everything seemed perfect- at least, on the surface. Their relationship grew into something that might have seemed genuine to anyone watching. But Y/N’s secret life continued unchanged. Her method of storing Heeseung’s product remained the same, except now he could no longer visit on weekends. She’d given him her spare key, instructing him only to come during the weekdays, when she knew both she and Sunghoon would be safely occupied at work.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sunghoon was still investigating her in the shadows, despite how natural and affectionate their relationship appeared. He kept quietly collecting information, determined to trace every thread connecting her to the local drug ring, wrestling each day with the conflict between his growing feelings for her and his loyalty to the badge he wore.

A few weeks later, it was career day at Y/N’s kindergarten- a day her students had been buzzing about for weeks. Each child was supposed to bring in a parent or family member to talk about their profession, and Sunghoon lit up the moment he heard about it. He insisted on coming, eager to introduce himself as the policeman Y/N was dating, and she hadn’t found it in herself to refuse. There was something sweet about imagining her students meeting him.

On the morning of career day, Sunghoon arrived at the kindergarten looking painfully handsome, dressed in a perfectly pressed shirt with his badge clipped to his belt. He crouched beside rows of tiny chairs, introducing himself with a wide grin and explaining in gentle, animated tones what it meant to be a detective.

“Sometimes, I help find people who are lost,” he said, making big hand gestures that made the kids giggle. “Other times, I solve mysteries. Like a real-life superhero.”

Y/N watched him from the side, arms crossed over her chest, biting back a smile as her class practically vibrated with excitement.

One little boy raised his hand and asked very seriously,

“Do you have a gun?”

Sunghoon paused, lips twitching as he tried not to laugh. “Yes. But it stays in my holster, because being safe is the most important part of my job.”

Another child asked if he’d ever chased a bad guy.

“Once,” Sunghoon admitted, eyes wide and conspiratorial. “But he ran slower than me, so I caught him.”

The kids erupted into cheers and applause, clapping their hands, utterly enthralled. Y/N felt a twinge in her chest as she watched him- he looked so natural with the kids, so effortlessly charming. She wondered, briefly, if this was what a normal life with him could look like.

But Y/N didn’t realize the predicament she’d unknowingly set for herself by letting Sunghoon anywhere near her workplace.

Because after career day ended, Sunghoon insisted on grabbing a coffee at a nearby café. It was the same café where Heeseung usually hung around- the same one he’d started making Y/N meet him at since it had become too risky for him to visit her apartment.

Panic coiled hot and tight in Y/N’s chest as she followed Sunghoon out of the kindergarten. She wracked her brain for an excuse to drag him somewhere else, but nothing came to mind that wouldn’t sound suspicious. So she kept quiet, trailing behind him with her eyes wide and anxious.

They stepped into the café, and immediately, Y/N’s gaze darted around the softly lit interior. And there, in a corner booth, was Heeseung- slouched over his phone, absently stirring melting ice in his cold coffee.

The moment they entered, Heeseung looked up and locked eyes with Y/N. A split-second of surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by cold calculation. Without missing a beat, he closed his phone, slipped from the booth, and exited the café as casually as if he’d simply gotten bored. He didn’t even spare Sunghoon a second glance.

Y/N’s heart thundered in her chest. She didn’t know if Sunghoon had noticed the brief exchange. Maybe he was too engrossed in flipping through the menu, his fingers trailing over the glossy pages. Or maybe he had noticed and was choosing not to mention it yet.

They’d gone grocery shopping together on a breezy Sunday afternoon when the sun hung low and gold outside the windows of the upscale supermarket near their building.

Sunghoon had suggested it so casually, saying he needed to restock his fridge, and Y/N had agreed, telling herself it was normal- just another thing couples did. But the moment they stepped inside, Sunghoon took control of the cart, one hand wrapped firmly around the handle as he guided it through the aisles with the confidence of a man who’d never worried about a price tag in his life.

“Okay,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at her with a grin. “Tell me everything you like.”

Y/N blinked at him, caught off guard.

“Everything I… like?”

“Snacks. Candy. Drinks. Anything you’ve ever wanted to try.”

Y/N hesitated, trailing a few steps behind him, feeling oddly exposed under the bright grocery store lights.

“No, it’s fine,” she murmured. “I don’t need anything.”

But Sunghoon was already steering them straight into the snacks aisle. He started plucking brightly colored packages from the shelves- imported chocolates in gold foil, novelty-flavored chips she’d only ever stared at longingly, matcha cookies, fruit gummies shaped like tiny peaches. He tossed each item into the cart without even checking the price, looking over at her with that mischievous glint in his eyes every time.

“These look good, right?” He said, waving a bag of truffle-flavored popcorn.

“Sunghoon, I don’t even know if I’d like that,” she laughed, trying to grab it back from the cart.

“So try it,” he insisted, gently batting her hand away. “If you hate it, I’ll eat it.”

She watched the pile in the cart grow higher and higher, feeling both giddy and embarrassed.

“I can’t afford all this,” she finally said, voice soft.

Sunghoon stopped pushing the cart and turned to face her fully, expression gentle. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re with me,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of it,” he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Besides… what’s the point of money if I can’t spoil my girlfriend a little?”

Heat rushed to Y/N’s cheeks. She tried to protest again, a sense of guilt resting in her stomach, but Sunghoon was already back to tossing more snacks into the cart- fizzy Japanese sodas, tiny jars of imported fruit jam, and gourmet instant noodles that cost as much as a proper meal.

Later, as they stood in line at the checkout, Y/N lingered awkwardly to the side while Sunghoon handed over his sleek black credit card without blinking.

When they finally stepped outside, grocery bags rustling in his arms, he nudged her playfully.

“Next time, I’m buying you every flavor of ice cream in the store.”

And though Y/N tried to roll her eyes and brush it off, she couldn’t help smiling. For a fleeting moment, wrapped in Sunghoon’s attention, she almost let herself believe she could have this- him, the life he offered, and the simple joy of letting him grocery shop for her.

The two-month mark of their relationship was looming. Everything between them had settled into a rhythm that felt almost dangerously normal. Too quiet, too perfect for the reality simmering beneath the surface- a kindergarten teacher who hid drugs in her apartment, and a detective sergeant whose job was to lock people like her away.

Y/N had convinced herself it was fine to leave it unspoken. She wouldn’t bring it up if Sunghoon didn’t. Why risk unraveling the delicate thread of perfection she’d come to crave? She allowed herself to pretend, for just a little longer, that they were like any other couple falling in love.

But that fragile illusion shattered the evening of their two-month anniversary.

Sunghoon knocked on her door, and when Y/N opened it, she froze at the sight of the manila file clutched in his hand. Her name was scrawled across the front in bold letters that seemed to scream at her in the dim hallway light.

Sunghoon’s face was unreadable as he stood there, towering in her doorway, eyes dark and glittering like polished obsidian.

“I know who you are,” he said.

For a moment, Y/N couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Of course he knew. Deep down, she’d always known he’d find out. He was a detective, and she’d been his curiosity from the very beginning. But still- what was the point of the dates, of the laughter, of pretending to be normal? What had all of it meant if it came down to this?

“Sunghoon- ”

But he held up a hand, cutting her off, his voice as calm and steady as it was when reading someone their rights.

“I have two options right now,” he said. “I can do my job. Throw you in jail and shut down the entire drug ring you’re involved in.”

He paused, and in that tiny, trembling silence, Y/N thought she might die if he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Or,” Sunghoon continued, his voice softening just slightly, “you promise to be with me. And I can make all of this go away. You’ll be safe and free. The rest of them- Heeseung and everyone else- will go to jail. And I can protect you. No one will be able to hurt you.”

Y/N stared at him, heart pounding so violently she could feel it echoing in her throat. And the terrible truth was, she’d already known her choice. She’d known it even before he gave her the ultimatum.

She didn’t need to say a word. Sunghoon could read her answer in the way her eyes began to glisten, in the way her shoulders sagged as though in surrender. Because what else could she choose? The man she loved, who promised her a life without fear and hardship- or loyalty to a criminal world she’d only ever joined out of desperation for a little extra cash?

Sunghoon stepped closer, crowding her into the doorway, the file still clutched in his hand.

“It’ll just be you and me now,” he murmured. “No more secrets.”

And Y/N let herself believe him. Because despite everything, the lies, the manipulation, the dark line he’d just drawn between freedom and ruin- he was still the man who bought her snacks she couldn’t afford. The man who smiled at her in the elevator like she was the only person in the world.

She didn’t need to say it. He already knew.

With a sudden burst of desperation, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him inside. The folder fell from his hand, landing with a soft thud on the floor as she slammed the door shut behind them. Her lips crashed into his, hungry, urgent, and he responded instantly, his hands gripping her waist like he was afraid she might disappear.

His mouth was hot against hers, demanding, and she melted into him, her body pressing against his as if she could erase the distance between them. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, and she moaned softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss.

He broke away just long enough to breathe her name, his voice rough. “Y/N…”

She didn’t let him finish. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He helped her, shrugging it off and tossing it aside before his hands were on her again, sliding down her back to grip her hips. His touch was electric, sending shivers through her body as he pulled her flush against him.

She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh, and a thrill shot through her. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, feeling the muscles tense under her touch as she leaned in to kiss him again. This time, it was slower, deeper, and she could taste the hunger in him, the need that matched her own.

His hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, teasingly, until it pooled at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her lace underwear, her skin flushed with desire. His eyes darkened as he took her in, his gaze raking over her body like he was memorizing every curve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick.

She reached for him again, pulling him close as her hands slid down to unbuckle his belt. He let out a low groan as she freed him from his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly, and he hissed through his teeth, his hands tightening on her hips.

“Y/N,” he growled, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that…”

She smiled up at him, a wicked glint in her eyes. “What? You’ll what?”

In one swift motion, he lifted her off her feet and carried her to the couch, laying her down gently before climbing over her. His lips found hers again, hot and insistent, as his hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He kissed down her neck, nipping at her skin lightly before moving lower, his tongue tracing a path between her breasts.

“You have no idea how long I've waited for this.”

She arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before switching to the other. Her breath came in short gasps as pleasure coursed through her, her body aching for more. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teasing and tugging until she let out a soft moan, her fingers tightening in his hair. He responded with a low growl, the vibration against her skin sending shivers down her spine.

He moved to the other breast, his lips capturing her nipple with the same intensity, his teeth grazing lightly before he sucked hard. She gasped, her back arching off the couch as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. His hands roamed her body, one sliding down to grip her hip while the other cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak he’d just abandoned. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself growing wetter with every touch.

“Sunghoon,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth left her breast, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, each one leaving a mark of his possession. She squirmed beneath him, her hips lifting instinctively as he moved lower, his hands spreading her thighs wider. His breath was warm against her inner thigh, and she could feel the anticipation building, coiling tight in her core.

When his tongue finally touched her, fingers holding her oanties to the side, it was like a spark igniting a fire. He licked her slowly, savoring every inch of her as if she were the most exquisite thing he’d ever tasted. She cried out, her hands gripping the cushions beneath her as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it lightly before swirling around it in slow circles. The pleasure was almost too much, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge, desperate for release.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she felt herself teetering on the brink. “So close…”

He didn’t let up, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles inside her while his mouth continued its relentless assault. She could feel every stroke, every flick of his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her legs shook, her toes curling as the pressure inside her built to a fever pitch. She was so close, so close, but he held her there, on the brink of edge, drawing out the pleasure until she thought she might scream.

And then, with one final, firm suck on her clit, she shattered. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came undone beneath him. He didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling and breathless, her legs shaking around his shoulders. When he finally pulled away, he looked up at her with a satisfied smirk, his lips glistening.

He didn’t make her wait for more. He stripped off her panties and positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed inside her slowly, inch by torturous inch. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he buried himself inside her again and again. His name spilled from her lips like a prayer, each syllable trembling with need.

“You’re mine,” he breathed against her ear, his voice rough with possessiveness. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her body trembling as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Only yours.”

He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans as he drove into her harder, faster. His hands gripped her hips with a possessive intensity, pulling her closer with each thrust, as if he couldn’t get deep enough. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter, a storm of pleasure threatening to break. Her nails dug into his back, leaving faint marks as she clung to him, her body arching to meet his every movement.

“Sunghoon,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

His pace quickened, each stroke hitting that gummy spot inside her that made her vision blur. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, spreading through her limbs like wildfire. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her heart pounding in time with the rhythm of their bodies. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as if he wanted to consume her completely.

She could feel herself coming close, the knot inside her building to an unbearable peak. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him even deeper, and she let out a broken cry as the second wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body convulsed around him, every nerve alight with ecstasy as she came undone. Wave after wave of sensation washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

He groaned against her neck, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. “Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with desperation. “I can’t- I need-”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. “Please.”

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his body shuddering as he spilled himself with a low, guttural moan. She held him close, her fingers threading through his hair as he collapsed against her, his weight pressing her into the couch. For a moment, they lay there in silence, their hearts beating in sync, their bodies still connected.

He followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her with a low groan. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her skin as they both struggled to catch their breath.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, their bodies still intertwined, the air thick with the heat of their shared passion. Sunghoon’s chest rose and fell against hers, his breath warm on her skin. He crawled back up her body, kissing her as he settled over her once more.

“You made the right choice,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She smiled up at him, her heart swelling with something she hadn’t felt in a long time- hope. “I know.”

Sunghoon burned every last piece of evidence he had on her. He did it methodically, late one night in his kitchen, feeding pages into a metal waste bin and watching flames lick across her name until all that remained was blackened ash. Whatever files the precinct held were quietly erased, hidden beneath layers of bureaucracy that only a seasoned detective like him could navigate.

Meanwhile, Heeseung and everyone else tied to the drug ring were arrested in swift, targeted raids. Sunghoon had overseen the entire operation himself, never once mentioning Y/N’s name, ensuring she was invisible in the official reports. It was over, clean and final.

A few days later, Y/N packed up her apartment- what little she owned- and moved in with Sunghoon. His place felt impossibly spacious compared to hers, sleek and modern, filled with warm light and expensive furniture. It smelled faintly of his cologne and the fresh laundry he was meticulous about folding.

For the first few nights, she lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling while he slept with an arm thrown across her waist, heavy and possessive even in unconsciousness.

It was a strange kind of freedom she’d bought for herself- a life where she didn’t have to hide, where no one knocked on her door asking for packages or money. A life where Sunghoon slipped her credit cards and told her to buy whatever she wanted, where he brought her coffee in bed and kissed her temple like she was the most precious thing he’d ever possessed.

But there was still a flicker of fear buried deep in her chest, a knowledge that the man beside her had rewritten the law to keep her safe- and that he’d do it again if she ever thought of leaving.

Yet every morning, Sunghoon would wake, press a kiss to her hair, and murmur,

“Good morning, baby.”

And Y/N would smile back, whispering her reply, letting herself pretend- for as long as she could- that this was all she’d ever wanted.

[thousandyearphantombunker]

gifted kids absolutely have trauma and being put on a pedestal all the time absolutely traumatizes the fuck out of kids. That pressure and expectation and need to succeed lest you feel worthless will fuck a person up badly-It's like being the golden child in an abuse situation- it's horrible but if your the scapegoat or a Sped kid it sort of sounds like a humble brag + they didn't go through the shit Sped kids did. I feel bad for people who were late diagnosed/burnt out- they were neglected and abused but as an early diagnosed kid they didn't face stigma* and usually didn't have severe symptoms or impairments. They might have had it hard- heck im gonna say it almost every late diagnosed ADHD/autistic kid or burnt out gifted kid I've met have usually been abused. I hate this new attitude of hating on gifted kids- I get being angry especially considering that whole gifted kid programs are no longer a thing Sped classrooms that are used more like garbage cans for bullies and teachers violating the rights of disabled children and yeah it sucks but gifted autistic kids are a part of this community. They definitely shouldn't be the main the voice but they absolutely have actual trauma and deserve to vent. They have an important voice in this community. That being said there are limits to what I'll listen to regardless of if your being gifted or a Sped kid or early or late diagnosed.

And that limit is being ableist toward lower functioning/visibly autistic people in the way of 'well if you need help to do x or an accomodation then maybe you shouldn't be here cause your not good enough' or whatever I hear this a weird amount when I get angry at someone who is (usually but not always) a late diagnosed person when they shit on people who need help to get by and see them as basically being defective is "they have internalized Ableism"

the excuse of 'they have internalized Ableism' for people like Sia irks me. Yeah some late diagnosed people really struggle with accomodations- believing they don't need them and that they are stealing resources from 'real disabled people' and that's internalized Ableism but very often I'll see someone who didn't get diagnosed with autism for a very long time look at people like my uncle (he's got level 3 autism and other issues) with disgust or give me shit for having accomodations or get irrationally angry at someone for needing help at a self check out or for stimming- these people are rarely embarrassed by us- they often aren't projecting their own shame onto us/they often aren't jealous of us for the help we get and even if they are it doesn't matter if they are acting like assholes to people who are visibly autistic/might have more sevre autism- And it's not just late diagnosed people who act like this but it's way more common in people who aren't diagnosed or where late diagnosed because they (usually again some late diagnosed have other disabilities) didn't deal with that particular brand of stigma that comes from having legal accomodations and a diagnosis- which I will again emphasize is often traumatic- so they feel okay shitting on us. But there is no excuse even if they do have trauma.

*they might have heard bad things about disabled kids but OMG it was never directed at them and they didn't know they were in the category they hated- it's like seeing a person hold racist beliefs about black people while being unaware they are part of that same group- there's white people who genuinely didn't know they were actually part black (like 80% sub saharan african or smth) and that's not internalized racism that's just being an asshole- idk if I articulated that well... But idk maybe someone else could explain my point on this one Better than me

But yeah as a kid who was in and out of Sped and speech therapy classes and shitty OT and a lot of unneeded extra classes for reading and as someone who dealt with the weird ass standards that no neurotypical kid was held to (the kids without a diagnosis in my head -where allowed to throw temper tantrums, be picky about certain foods and clothes and cry and get answers wrong on a math test without it being the end of the world and being forced into extra therapy because it's not a symptom of a disability and in my head they didn't get called manipulative for crying involuntarily/were told they wouldn't make out in the real world because they are too sensitive and think crying will get them what they want- I felt like they never dealt with the whole talking about every single behavior good bad or neutral they ever displayed and how it's a symptom of their disability which was and thing) I do sometimes feel jealous even though I know it's totally irrational and that undiagnosed kids while they usually didn't deal with the stigma of needing help/having a disorder that was heavily stigmatized because they didn't have a diagnosis that everyone knew about and was loudly discussed in front of them in an insulting cruel way- often have massive amounts of trauma I'm happy I didn't endure. They didn't get help. They got fucked in a different way and sometimes in the same way just with less answers. So yeah let's not dunk on former gifted kids? Like I get the anger it does feel like a humble brag a lot of the time but saying that their trauma isn't valid is dumb.

People with diagnoses are still expected to mask and aren't allowed to be weird- I'm sorry Jennifer but while you might believe that your parents would be nicer if you had a diagnosis and that they would comfort you when you had meltdowns/they wouldn't force you to wear painful clothes I'm pretty sure if they knew it was a symptom of your disability they'd still do it and just excuse it as solving a problem child behavior/correcting a symptom and they won't be kid with how they describe your issues real or perceived- often times you'll still be called a brat or stupid but in a pathologized way- through your disorder. Maybe you'll be given words that will help you figure out what your issues are and you'll know the reasons why you struggle- maybe not.

People without a diagnosis don't get the help they need and have their behavior chalked up to yet again being a brat/stupid. They get burnt out too and don't have the words or tools to deal with it- which will hurt a lot. They will still be put in sped and they will still face a lot of pain.

We all have unfair expectations the problem is that people only really seem to care about the issues of the gifted and it feels so horrible because it's like our issue is that we just aren't good enough whereas they had something going for them

sped kids were given worse shit over all so when gifted kids also dealt with trauma that fucked them up talk it sounds like the golden child talking about how mom's love was conditional and all the scapegoats and the neglected can think is 'atleast she showed you love if you tried'

insane to me when former gifted kids hear other people (mainly disabled people and dropouts) talk about being horribly traumatized & irreversibly harmed by the school system and their response 9/10 times is “oh yeah??? you think that’s bad??? well my teacher said I had potential and everyone said I was going places and then I didn’t” like we’re supposed to be absolutely devastated for them because of this. lmfao

[bluebnny]

So, look, I don't know if your requests are open (especially when you're in exams 😭), BUT I really love how you write Law and more with the toxic HC. There's a song that I love and it's really like a necessity to read something related to that song. I don't know if you can write something similar or like that 😞. The song is "Supermercado" by Mon Laferte (yes, it's in Spanish, but there's a translation on YouTube 😭), I've never requested something like that so I don't know how it works, sorry 😔. Yes, it could be something like hurt/comfort or angst (fem!reader), I'm not really complaining. Thanks for everything and sorry for so little 😔✋️🩷 (I hope your exams went amazingly well 🫶🏻)

Sorry if I'm sending it wrong, I genuinely don't know how to request things kdhdks,thanks x everything ���🩷

What are we?

trafalgar law x fem!reader

content: reader and law fight after a lot of tension for the past days, mostly angst, some comfort at the end

warnings: angst, descriptions of a toxic dynamic, emotionally constipated law, slightly evil!law at the end lol idk how to describe it

a/n: toxic law request?!?!?! SAY NO MORE 🫡🫡🫡!!!! thanks for sending a request based on a song, i love that idea! (i asked my bf if he knows mon laferte since he’s latin american, and he does! idk why I’m telling you that lol i just thought it was funny.) hopefully this is somewhat what you had in mind, i tried to go with the song's vibe without being too literal with it. This was a lot of fun to write, so i really hope you enjoy it <3<3

(Dividers made by me)

word count: 2.892

You find yourself once again on the Polar Tang. Under normal circumstances, you would be nothing short of thrilled about having a reason to stay on your boyfriend’s ship for a couple of days. After all, dating is tough when you each have your own crew and general pirating-things to look after, and the submarine has become almost like a second home to you.

But you aren’t thrilled. Far from it.

And you’re not the only one.

Law has been in one of the worst moods you’ve ever seen him in, and that’s saying a lot. He’s irritable, cold, distant, and clearly in need of a break that he simply won’t allow himself. He isn’t loud, on the contrary. Law is quiet. The kind of silence that signals danger rather than safety. And it’s contagious. Even the crew – usually in an unshakably good mood – are more quiet than usual.

It's as though a thick layer of snow has fallen over your life this past week. Cold, silent, creeping. Muffling all sounds, dulling all your senses, gently laying itself over you like an icy blanket over the last embers of a dying fire.

And it’s unbearable. Suffocating.

The way he barely responds to you when you talk, the way he doesn’t seek you out the way he usually might – where he would stiffly request your presence for an important matter, only to press you up against the wall like a man starved once you’re alone. He even avoids your gaze.

So far, you’ve been taking it quietly, knowing he’s dealing with a lot, that the mission you just finished is still weighing heavily on his shoulders. But your patience is starting to wear thin, and you start to feel this unendurable feeling that you need to stand up for yourself.

It all comes crashing down one day as you’re docking at a small winter island town on your way back. Despite some hang ups, you had finished the mission earlier than expected, meaning you had time to kill before your crew would be ready to pick you up.

So here you are, stepping off the deck of the ‘Tang (Law hates when you call it that), with a genuine smile for the first time in weeks. You feel the crisp air in your lungs when you take a deep breath, and let out an elated sigh as you feel it clear your head.

Law grumbles next to you, pulling you back down to reality. But you’re determined to stay positive.

“Come.” Is all you say before you grab his hand tightly and begin pulling him with you, intending to take him out on a little lunch date before exploring the town together. You insisted he join you, thinking it would help him forget his worries for a little.

Law follows you but doesn’t say anything. You’ll take that for now. The two of you make your way through the docks and into the main street of the town. Looking around in awe at the shops around you, you can’t help pointing out some of the things you notice to him.

You finally settle on a ramen shop whose delicious smells you simply couldn’t resist, and find a table to sit at while waiting for your food. Law slumps down into the seat across from you with a heavy sigh.

There’s a moment of silence between you, occupied by Law glaring around the shop like it owes him money. You try to strike up a conversation.

“It’s nice here, right? I’m starving!” You follow the path of his eyes, trying to meet him halfway, show him you’re trying to take an interest.

“Mhm.” Law doesn’t even look at you, eyes still lazily wandering around the place.

“You’re not too warm?” You nod toward the thick coat he still has pulled up to his nose.

The only response you get is a quick glance in your direction and another sigh as he zips open his jacket. You don’t try to make conversation again after that. You think you might cry if he keeps acting this way, and you very much want to avoid making a scene.

A few minutes pass in silence before your food is ready, and you dig in hungrily. It’s delicious, but you barely notice, no longer able to fully enjoy it.

The silence stretches between you while you eat, like a wall of ice, and it’s still there when you’ve finished your food.

But it’s not silent inside your head.

Your mind is racing with things you want to say. You’d hoped some fresh air and proper food would lighten Law’s mood slightly, but he hasn’t changed one bit since the morning, and the way he’s acting like you’re nothing more than some annoying fan pestering him for an autograph is making you insecure.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.

“What the fuck has been your problem today?” Your voice isn’t harsh or loud, almost casual, so it takes Law a few seconds to register your words. When he does, his eyes narrow and properly fix themselves onto yours for the first time that day.

“What?” His tone is sharper than yours, but no more loud.

“I asked what your fucking problem is! You have been pissed off at me for days, acting like a sulking child to everyone. Even the crew.” You’re trying to remain calm, but it’s difficult with the emotions now bubbling up inside you “You don’t look at me, you don’t talk to me. You haven’t touched me in days. Like I’m some sort of disgusting animal to you.”

You hadn’t meant to say that last part, and the words hang in the air between you like poisonous gas. You continue. Both to fill the deafening silence and because you feel like you might explode if you don’t say something.

“Did I do something wrong? Do you not… like me anymore?” You say the last part quietly. Like making the words too loud would make them real.

Law takes a few moments to respond, his voice low.

“Don’t be dramatic.” He’s not even looking at you.

And it shatters you. The casual way in which he says it, as if brushing off an annoying fly trying to land on his shoulder. You can’t stop the tears from spilling over now, and you try to move your head in a way that it isn’t clear how much you’re crying already.

He still notices, and after a few moments of silence, gives another sigh and stands up.

“Y/n… let’s just go back to the ship.”

You don’t respond, your head still tilted down as if inspecting the table. But your vision is too blurry to actually see anything. When you feel his hand touching your shoulder, you stiffen. You don’t know what comes over you, but you feel a new wave of anger surging in your chest, and in this moment, you feel nothing but hatred for the man standing in front of you.

You stand up abruptly.

“Eat shit, Law.” Despite the slight tremor in your tone, your voice is steadier than you expected.

“What?” He looks like he doesn’t know whether to be more surprised or angry. But you couldn’t care less at the moment. All you can think to do to shield yourself is to hurt him back.

“You heard me. Fuck you. I’ve fucking had it with you!” You’re unaware of the fact that you’ve gotten louder; but it’s not like you’d care anyway. “I have been nothing but nice to you. And patient. For years. And if this is the only way you know how to treat me, well maybe I’m just wasting my time then.”

There’s a silence again and you can just make out Law’s angry expression through the thick veil of tears blurring your vision.

“Y/n, let’s talk about this la-”

“NO!” You’re yelling now. “I’m going back to the ship. Don’t follow me!”

And with that, you’re walking off, more angry than you’ve ever been, and also more hurt. The cool air outside soothing your burning face, and it’s a relief to be away from the other customers who must have been staring.

Although you want to be left alone, a small part of you is hurt that Law isn’t trying to talk to you a little harder and is just letting you leave like this. You would have welcomed even some stupid bickering with open arms. Especially after the coldness of the past days.

You reach the ship, glad that no one from the crew is by the entrance. The path to Law’s room is automatic to you, and you’re there in only a few short minutes. You intend to gather your most necessary belongings and move them to a spare room to avoid Law for as long as possible, but when you push open the door to his room, he’s already there.

“Shit, I forgot about your stupid devil fruit.” You grumble, quickly getting over the initial shock of seeing him so unexpectedly. “I’ll be quick, I ju-”

“Stop it, y/n.” Law still looks just as annoyed as before, and his tone is doing nothing to convince you to calm down. But you stay where you are. You don’t even know why, as he looks even more pissed than before. Maybe you’re simply so starved for any kind of attention that this is still preferable to getting the cold shoulder. That thought makes you let out a bitter chuckle.

“Why?” you retort. “Remembered that most people are nice to their girlfriends?” You know it’s a bad idea to rile him up even more when he’s like this, but your common sense is long gone. There’s only pain, fear, and confusion, and the only way you know how to deal with it is to hit back to distract from the emotions eating you alive.

“Just- just stop, y/n.” He’s also yelling now, and it takes everything in you not to flinch as he takes some quick steps in your direction. “Stop being like this!”

“And why should I? You’ve been such an asshole ever since we ended that stupid mission, and you expect me to not stand up for myself?” Despite yelling, your voice is shaking, and you hate how desperate it makes you sound.

Another heavy sigh. “You know that’s not- Look can we just forget about it? I don’t like fighting.”

“Should have fucking thought about that a little earlier then.” Your throat is too sore to let you be loud anymore, but you try to put as much finality into your words as you can. You make to collect some of your things, reaching out for a book of yours lying on Law’s bedside table, but he quickly grabs your wrist.

You flinch at his action. He isn’t hurting you; you just never expected him to actually go as far as to physically hold you back.

“Let go.” You’re not looking at him.

“No. Not until you talk to me.” His voice is low.

“I said, let go!” When you raise your free hand to attempt to loosen his grip on you, he simply grabs that one as well, forcing you to face him.

“No. You were right before. We should talk.” His voice is more level now, but the intensity in his eyes hasn’t left. He’s a little breathless, and you realize that you are too.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“You had plenty to say in that ramen place. Want to go back there?” He creates a room around you, and you scoff.

“Don’t be stupid.” You almost smile from the absurdity of the situation, and he catches that. His face softens for only a fraction of a second. It’s so fast you think you might have imagined it.

You stay like this for a few moments, him still gripping your wrists in his much larger hands, searching your eyes with an unreadable expression. It’s confusing. You’re both still angry. Hurt. But you also feel how much you love him. And it’s terrifying.

“Law?” Your voice sounds so small in the silence. Like it’s failing to fill the endless void that seems to be between you two, only drawing more attention to the distance there.

“Hm?”

“What are we?” The question sounds so pathetic. Only more so from how hoarse your voice is. Like a pitiful whimper from someone who doesn’t know when to give up. But you have to ask. You can’t let it linger any longer. It’ll eat you alive.

“What do you mean? You know what we are.” His eyes narrow a little.

“No, actually. I don’t think I do anymore.” You keep pressing on. “What am I? To you?”

“You’re my girlfriend, y/n.” He still has that edge to his voice. Like you’re being stupid on purpose. Like you’re wasting his time. And fuck, it hurts.

“Yes, obviously, but- do you… do you love me?” You let out a dry laugh. “Do you even like me?”

“Y/n-”

“I just mean- plenty of people hate their girlfriends.” You explain. “Am I not more than that to you? Just a title?”

“What do you-” But you cut him off again.

“I just mean that sometimes – well, quite often actually – you sort of treat me like I’m… convenient.” You want to beat yourself up for the bitterness in your voice. But it feels good to say it. Even though it hurts like nothing has ever hurt before. “Like I have a function. And it makes me feel like… like if I stopped being useful to you…”

There’s another short silence, then “So, do you like me? Or do you just need me?”

“I like you.” He says. “You know that.”

You don’t fully know what it is that’s making you cry again. Maybe it’s how childish you feel. Or how Law sounds like he’s just trying to get this conversation over with so he can go back to sulking in peace. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve had to go through so much to hear him say something nice, only to realize how pathetically little it is.

You don’t want to stand anymore. It’s simply not a priority at the moment, and you need something other than Law’s hands to steady yourself. So, you sink down on the floor, and he lets go of you.

You’re crying uncontrollably now, your entire frame shaking with sobs. One hand on the floor in front of you, the other on your mouth. You hear Law sigh again, and feel him crouching down next to you, placing a large, warm hand on your back.

“Y/n, stand up.” His voice is a little softer now, but it doesn’t stop your crying. If anything, you’re sobbing harder than before.

You don’t even respond. You don’t think you can. So, you simply stay like this.

After another short moment “Come here.” Law picks you up, knowing you’re not about to move any time soon, and carries you over to the bed, where he sits down with you on his lap.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you grip onto his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. He doesn’t say more for a long time, simply letting you cry it out, with his back against the wall and his chin resting on your head. You feel him sigh again, but it feels a little less judgemental this time, and his hands start caressing your back. Slowly. Steadily. Like he’s done this a hundred times before. Because he has.

Your arguments always end this way.

You, falling apart because of him. For him.

And Law, calm. Like nothing is out of the ordinary. Like this is the most natural situation for him to navigate.

You stay like this for what feels like forever. You’re still holding on to Law like you’re afraid he’ll disappear, and his arms are around your shaking back in a warm, steadying embrace. You know you should be angry at him. Know how pathetic you’re being. But you simply need him too much to dare push him away right now.

After an eternity, he speaks.

“Y/n. You know I love you, right?” His voice is soft again. No trace of anger detectable.

“Y- y- you do?”

“Of course. You mean the world to me.” He continues. Quiet. Almost like he’s telling you a secret. “I’m sorry for taking you for granted sometimes.”

You grip him tighter, still unable to stop your tears. Still too far gone to speak. Deep down, you know that you being like this is what makes Law open up as much as he does. He doesn’t like being vulnerable. So, his only option is to make sure you are.

You sit like this for many more hours. You on Law’s lap, both holding on to each other, and him whispering nice things to your ear every now and then, as your body is still wracked with sobs. Eventually, you fall asleep from pure exhaustion, but Law still doesn’t let go of you. He simply sits there with you wrapped in his arms. It’s almost like seeing you like this has put something in him at ease.

Like he knows you’ll never leave him.

Like he has proof you need him more than you need to be happy.

thanks for reading!!! I really hope you liked it! :D <3 and thank you sm for giving me another reason to write toxic!law <3

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[rieamena]

BE MY BRIDE!!

nanami ryusui .

contains: fem!reader, fluff, getting married, falling in love, rain, idk what you want me to say just read it

wc: 5.6k

riea's comments: me and the other nine ryusui fans cheered and threw a party. everything i do is for my husband nanami ryusui. i love this man to heights i've never loved before. anyways i spent a whole five days on this (+ my pc was tweaking the fawk out while formatting this), ryusui HIMSELF better appear in my bed, naked and oiled up! need him so bad bro im already thinking of a new wip. anyways pt two, i don't hate this work i dont love this work. maybe smn will convince me that its peak @chericos - 4sum [yummy] @creatorbiaze - ryu for you

nanami ryusui was in a bit of a predicament, go through with the arrangement and marry the woman his father wants or choose his own bride.

"BE MY WIFE." he bellowed in the middle of a busy park, pointing at random women to hopefully coerce them to listen to what he had to say

however, it was only you who took the bait, the rest of the young women looking at the man like he had three heads. "what's this all about?" you asked, signaling to his poster that read WIFE APPLICATIONS OPEN. he was in attire that practically screamed i'm rich but i'm not trying to make it look like that: a pair of tan pants with a white button up shirt and a lavender sweater vest over it. it would've been the perfect commoner cosplay if it wasn't for the fact that he was drowning in gold. at least five rings on each hand, a three piece necklace stack, and one of those permanent bracelets, all in the most coveted metal known to man.

the rich boy before you dragged his eyes over your frame, nodding suspiciously, mutters of "yes" and "perfect" falling from his lips. about to question him, he exclaimed again, "UTTERLY PERFECT." what the fuck? maybe approaching the psycho looking for a spouse in the middle of the park wasn't the brightest idea. "YOU," he spoke again, snapping you out of your thoughts and grabbing your wrists when they snaked up to cover your ears in case he wanted to yell again, "YOU WILL BE MY WIFE."

maybe both of you were weird since your first thought wasn't get this man off of me.

"what's in it for me?"

"everything."

so here you were, bowing to nanami's parents in your overly formal dress. "do you really think this is going to work?" your fingers smoothed over your dress, trying to make yourself look even slightly more presentable. "of course it will," he started, looking at your features from the plush couch he relaxed on. no matter how sure of himself nanami sounded, you couldn't shake the doubt. he got up with a push, the sofa resuming its previous state before weight was placed on it. he slid behind you with a comfortable amount of space between you, fixing his hair in the gold framed mirror you stood in front of, "i'm the heir to the nanami conglomerate." you smiled softly as nanami introduced you as his bride to be, remembering his straightforward words that somehow managed to comfort you just a couple minutes prior to now.

there was a knock at your door. not a polite, rhythmic kind of knock, but a bold, rapid-fire i-have-no-respect-for-your-peace kind of knock. even though you weren't expecting anyone, you knew exactly who it was.

putting your pen down and walking over to the door, you cracked it open—not even bothering to look through the peephole—to find a grinning, newly familiar face casually leaning against the frame, hands in the pockets of a jacket that looked like it cost three times your monthly salary.

"good evening, darling!" he beamed, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

"how do you know where i live?"

he winked, tapping the side of his head. "HAHA! i know everything about you!"

you just stared at him, emotionless.

"okay. i asked francois," he sighed. "so…, are you going to let me in, orrrr…"

you sighed and stepped aside, letting the door swing open, "you're so annoying."

nanami's gaze swept the space like he was seeing a new world. your place was calm and airy, flooded with early evening light. soft throw blankets over the couch, a tidy kitchen in view, warm wood floors and just the right amount of clutter to make it feel lived-in—books, candles, a few unopened packages, and the faint scent of laundry detergent. nothing crazy, but clearly well cared for. "it may not be as big or extravagant as your mansion but that doesn't mean you should stare, you know."

he didn't answer you, just walked over to an open notebook on your kitchen island. you knew what he was looking at before he even read its contents aloud, "need to save a quarter of my paycheck every week to pay my rent for next month." nanami looked at you quizzically, like he knew something you didn't.

"no need to pay rent anymore if you'll be living with me."

"i don't want to do that yet?"

"i'll buy this apartment complex then!"

"that's not how it—" a sigh escaped your lips, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, "whatever."

he continued to analyze your book, commenting on the contents of the somewhat legible scribbles. you placed a glass of water on the island for him. "what are you—thank you— saving for?" nanami asked, pointing to a spot in the book that read SAVE MONEY $$$ quadruple circled when you hummed confusedly. "oh! my friend is a seamstress and i've been wanting to commission a piece from her."

nanami ohhed, taking another sip of water, "are you going to invite her?"

you reached for an opened bag of chips in the cupboard, pouring some in a bowl, "you mean over? like right now?"

"no, gorgeous. i mean to the wedding."

oh. oh. it suddenly hit you that you haven't informed anyone of what you got yourself into.

i'm mustard, these hoes gotta ketchup

you: hello my radiant, showstopping, stunning queens

kohaku: im scared

you: i (most likely) will be getting married. the groom is nanami ryusui, heir to the nanami conglomerate. i will be rich and we yes WE will never have to worry about finances ever again

kohaku: ??????

ruri: are you being serious?

yuzuriha: well that's great but uh, when did you meet this guy?

you set your phone down, ignoring the way it flashed with incoming text messages and calls, "i just told them."

"AHA! that's the spirit! i haven't told my friends either!"

"you have friends?"

it was bigger than you thought, the room i mean. white overhead lights illuminated the display cases below them. miniature versions of ships were encased, filling the displays from floor to ceiling and a much larger model ship in the center of the room. just how much did all of this cost? when francois gave you a tour of this mansion, the one ryusui lived in since birth and the one you'd end up calling your primary residence, they skipped over this room. your eyes fell upon a considerably large ship in one of the cases. "that one's the original h.m.s. royal sovereign of the seas from the 1600's," ryusui stood beside you, voice loud and booming, "a beauty, isn't she?" he admired the model with a glimmer in his eyes. you stared at it with him, "you built this?" 

"not this one but," ryusui's voice rose with excitement, pointing at three columns of model ships on the other side of the room, "those ones over there!" you followed him as he practically skipped to the other side of the room, pointing at his handiwork and listing facts about each one of them. his words etched into your brain, somewhat understanding his explanations of each ship. ryusui disappeared to a hidden room for a moment before walking towards you with a generic model in his hands and you hadn't realized the sigh of relief you breathed was loud until he chuckled and said something about having a feeling that you were getting confused. he then proceeded to sit on the hardwood floor with you—his hair tied back with only a few face-framing strands, something you found he only did when he was truly focused—and break down the parts of the ship, describing their purposes and the variants that you might see in the models around you. 

the boat rocked gently beneath your feet, unanchored in the still, glassy water of ryusui's private lake. you hadn't expected to say yes. when ryusui had asked—eyes bright, voice low and eager—if you wanted to try sailing, it had sounded like one of his usual whims. but something about the way he said it, half teasing, half hopeful, made you say the words before you even thought about it.

"why the hell not?"

the boat was one of many docked along the small, secluded marina tucked behind the mansion. this one, sleek and ivory, felt far too flamboyant for something as casual as a lake. but of course, ryusui wouldn't have anything less than flamboyant.

he showed you where to place your hands on the wheel, voice slipping into something smoother, quieter. "not too tight," he murmured from behind you, "she won't like it if you fight her. sailing's about feeling, not forcing."

you stood at the helm and he stepped in close. ryusui's arms came around you, his hands covering yours, guiding your grip. his chest brushed against your back, and suddenly you weren't thinking about sails or wind direction or the line of the horizon.

he spoke again, voice low near your ear. "good. now ease into the turn." you did as he told, your body following the gentle push of his hands—but your mind was on its own boat ride elsewhere. his fingers curled around yours like a secret. his touch wasn't rough, wasn't even trying to be flirtatious, but the worst part was that it felt like something you wouldn't mind getting used to.

"you're a natural," ryusui boasted after a long, quiet moment. you exhaled, turning your head to look at him all wide eyed and maybe to catch a glimpse of him as well. his face was close, closer than you meant it to be. the setting sun softened his features—blonde hair still tied, jawline sharp, lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. his eyes stayed trained on yours and he smiled.

"rule number one of captaintry, never—" ryusui grabbed your chin with an unreadable glint in his eye and brought your attention back to what mattered, "take your eyes off the water."

"you see treasure out there?" ryusui's voice called from behind you, his eyes trained on your form. it had been raining for a little over thirty minutes now, with no signs of stopping. the water beat at the window before you, a slight twinkle in your eye—it didn't rain often. "i would consider it treasure, yeah," you turned around, seeing him sitting on the arm of the couch, sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and the shirt itself not even buttoned all the way. he's fine, and you hate that he knows that you know that. you damn near eye fuck him before smiling mischievously, "let's go claim it." the words came out quickly, your hand grabbing his and dragging him out of the mansion and into the downpour. 

the rain greeted you like it had been waiting—gentle but persistent, soaking through your clothes almost immediately. you spun away from him, laughter spilling out of you in a breathless rush. "dance with me, good sir," you said, holding out your hand with a polite bow. ryusui mimicked your pose, doing it with the full renaissance dignity you meant to channel, "it would be my pleasure, fair lady." there was no music, but you two moved like there was. you were making your own beats and rhythms with every step, twirl, and sway, the mirth, the melody. you went on your tippy toes, your arm completely outstretched, ryusui's hand in yours. he twirled, hair whipping around him, his laughter doing the same. he's a man of stature who has the whole world at his fingertips but became a fool for you. this fool of yours looked so offended when your hands met his shirt soaked chest, pushing him away. he'd only realized you were joking when you gathered rainwater in your hands and threw it at him, flashing that smile that made him feel like the sun was no longer shrouded by storm clouds. ryusui kicked water at you, running as you chased him around the courtyard, "get back here!"

he abruptly paused, causing you to crash into his now see through shirt. "up we go," was the last thing he declared before hoisting you onto his back.

you yelped, instinctively wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he started to run. he sprinted through the garden paths with you on his back, leaping over puddles and spinning in wide arcs that made you cling tighter, giggling into the crook of his neck. his heart duplicated the thunder in the skies, and he wondered if you could feel it. if you knew what you were doing to him just with your proximity. and by the time he slowed to a walk, you were breathless and shaking from laughter-induced pain. ryusui let you slide off gently, his hands lingering at your waist, touch unhurried. you didn't let go of him, arms still looped around his neck as the rain came down softer now—like even the sky was trying to listen.

ryusui looked at you. really looked at you. his fingers moved up, brushing a few wet strands of hair from your face. you felt his gaze dip down, linger on your lips. you didn't know when your arms tightened around him, when you started swaying together like you were making music again. his forehead pressed against yours and he leaned in just enough to make your chest tighten—and instead of doing what felt the most right in the moment, ryusui exhaled shakily, resting his head against your shoulder.

"why are you doing this to me," he murmured with a groan filled with an emotion he couldnt pinpoint yet.

you smiled against his temple, voice hushed. "hm? doing what?"

he pulled away from you, an uncharacteristic pout on his face before that boisterous laughter of his rang out. his arms enclosed around your waist then suddenly swung you around, lifting you off your feet as you squealed and clung to him.

you were practically catapulted into the wedding preparations. one minute, you're having tea with his parents, talking about ryusui and your relationship with him, and the next, you're having dress consultations, struggling to pick out fabrics and the style for the mandatory custom-made one-of-a-kind bridal wear courtesy of a nanami conglomerate tradition.

the silk bedsheets cooled your body down as you sank into the bed, the buildup of exhaustion fully washing over you once your head hit the pillows. you felt the bed shift in weight but you were far too tired and far too close to being in a deep slumber to care, curling up against nothing while a comforter and complimentary blanket was pulled over your body. and so, you let the newfound warmth consume you.

once he was sure you were fully asleep, ryusui moved your body just enough to get your head off the pillows. he fluffed them thoroughly before resuming your original position, a small smile appearing on his face when he heard you exhale deeply at the better head support. ryusui then climbed into bed himself, laying on his side and lightly tracing over your facial features with his index finger, the bed of his own forgotten for the night

an alarm rang through the room, it was weird sounding and loud enough to wake the intended recipient up as well as you. even though you crashed pretty early last night, your internal clock still knew the sun might not have rose yet at this time. not my alarm, not my problem. the bed shifted again, the sound cutting a mere second later and you hugged closer to the second heat source, its arms wrapping around you. what a smart heated teddy bear this is! although you were clearly 95 percent asleep and 5 percent awake, you swore you could feel hesitation in the air for a moment. plump and warm lips pressed to your forehead, "good morning." the teddy bear spoke, before reluctantly getting out of the bed and moving elsewhere. upon hearing the shut of the oak door, your upper half shot up.

teddy bears don't do that.

the garden was golden with early-afternoon light, dappled through the leaves of overgrown hedges and tall daisies bending just slightly in the breeze. you had set the picnic blanket down underneath the wisteria trees, where the scent was strongest and the grass was dry. a soft cotton cloth was spread atop it, corners held down with polished river stones. your mini cakes sat on a ceramic plate you were a little too proud of—tiny tiers of sponge and whipped cream, topped with sugared petals and glossy jam, arranged like a patisserie window. you hadn't baked in a while, not with someone specific in mind.

ryusui appeared minutes later with a dish covered in linen and saran wrap, sleeves rolled, shirt half-unbuttoned and hair slightly tousled—probably from running his hands through it while "cooking."

"all this for me?" he grinned, boyish and bright. 

you arched a brow. "and what did you bring to the table?"

he smirked before unveiling the dish and getting on both knees, the food well above his bowed head as if you were a goddess receiving offerings. and you gladly took it, staring at the pasta with a gaze that could only mean damn, this looks good. 

you ate together under the long, delicate clusters of the recently bloomed tree, passing bites between each other, talking about whatever came to mind. "and then i told them the story of how we met and they're so scared for me no matter how much i try to tell them that you're not that bad of a guy." ryusui froze mid-bite, "that bad of a guy," he put down the plate in his hand, "i'll have you know i'm the most coveted man on the planet. i'm rich, funny, ambitious," he listed out, assigning a finger to each adjective. "handsome," he paused, reaching into the basket nearby. some thing adored with flowers was placed on your head and you couldn't even register it before he started rambling again. "kind, and—"

"ryu."

he paused, looking at you looking at the flower crown in your palms. "you made this?"

"HAHA! of course i did! ah! i'm also good with my hands too and by extension, my fingers as well! who wouldn't want—!"

"yes, nanami ryusui. you're the greatest man to ever live." you interrupted smiling, hands busy packing the items into the basket, flower crown back on your head. "i'm so happy i get to be with a full package like you." you continued, tone clearly sarcastic but for a guy like ryusui, the only thing that matters is what you actually say. "as long as you're aware." he chuckled, prying the handles out of your hands once everything was in so he could put it in the kitchen.

he's so… stupid.

when ryusui came back, he stretched out beside you on the blanket, eyes half-lidded, the breeze gentle against his skin. you watched him sigh, long and satisfied, and then roll onto his side, head finding your lap easily.

"ryusui…" you started, hand hovering near his hair, "we shouldn't sleep out here." your voice was soft and undemanding; you knew deep down that you had no intention to move.

"don't care, sweetheart," he murmured, already curling into you, arms looping around your waist. his words were mumbled into the fabric of your shirt. "feels too good. just… stay like this."

you sighed, but your fingers found his side, rubbing slow, absent-minded circles as if to lull him further. his breathing grew slower. heavy.

and even though you told yourself you wouldn't sleep here too, the weight of him against you, the peace in the air, and the comfort of that flower crown still resting light as a secret on your head brought you to sleep as well

the venue was nothing short of what one would expect from the nanami conglomerate—pure luxury, a true display of power masquerading as a celebration of love. one of the many castles in the family's possession had been hand-selected for this event, its towering spires and courtyards transformed into a breathtaking dreamscape. orchids, gardenias, and white hyacinths were threaded through a gold lattice that lined every hallway. chandeliers made of real crystal caught every ounce of light and shattered it across the polished floors and every inch of the ballroom gleamed, from the pearl-encrusted table decor to the heart ice sculpture floating in a champagne fountain at the center. the ceremony would be held in the castle's cathedral, where sunlight poured in through stained glass and reflected off marble cherubs holding bowls of flower petals.

but in the middle of all this, your bridal suite was a rare scene of stillness. quiet, warm, and softly lit, it sat at the end of the second floor overlooking some of the estate below. the room was tastefully decorated, up to par with the standards of someone born into extravagance. velvet couches lined the walls and the dressing table was carved from white oak, inlaid with mother-of-pearl vines that shimmered when hit by the incoming afternoon light. a tea set—porcelain and likely antique—sat untouched on the corner table.

you stood at the center, clutching a silk robe against your dress. your heart was hammering beneath the layers of fabric and corsetry, though you were trying not to show it. ruri was the first to notice. "you're wringing your hands again," she murmured gently, reaching over to still them. kohaku hovered beside you with crossed arms, eyes sharp and concerned despite her naturally stern face. yuzuriha, in contrast, was pacing—probably to burn off her own nerves more than yours.

"i need to talk to him."

three heads snapped in your direction.

"talk to who?" kohaku asked, though her expression said she already knew.

you set the robe down, looking at them with an unreadable expression. yuzuriha's mouth fell open, her pearl drop earrings shaking with the movement of her head. "you can't see him before the ceremony. it's bad luck, like, nuclear bad luck."

"i don't care," you said, voice rising. "i feel like i'm suffocating in here. i…," you trailed off, getting quieter, "i just need his presence right now. please." the last word got stuck in your throat, your voice cracking upon pushing it out. the room was silent for a moment and as much as you'd hate to admit it, it was clear you were on the verge of a panic attack. kohaku sighed first, her hands reaching for your own. "okay, but we're making him face the door."

she moved swiftly, dragging over one of the white chairs that sat around the tea table and propping it between the sitting area and the entrance before opening the door. senku, gen, chrome, and ukyo stood on the other side, seconds away from knocking. "what brings you guys here?" ruri asked, fluffing out your dress just one last time. "hi ruri," chrome waved excitedly, nearly swooning when she gave him a genuine smile. "uh, ryusui," senku started, nodding his head towards the man in question who was currently leaning against the wall, head hung low, half dressed, and looking like a bundle of nerves personified, "wanted to talk to his bride. is that alright." it was less of a question and more of a statement. after all, senku didn't really care about the outcome. he knew ryusui would be fine regardless. 

your heart spoke the words before your head could process them, "yes! i would like to see him."

yuzuriha groaned, flipping ryusui to face away from you, pushing him backwards into your bridal suite and to the chair. "you better not turn around."

"i won't, i won't," ryusui said, lifting his hands in surrender as he took the seat obediently. he sat down with his back straight, the low back of the chair threatening to send him overboard if he leaned too much, and despite everything, that faint, easy grin slid onto his lips. "i may be greedy," he added, "but i wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for myself. even i have standards."

gen gasped, a hand atop his heart, "is that—humility i sense?"

chrome nudged him, whispering, "he's trying not to cry, be nice." senku gave ryusui one last glance before the four of them slipped out with ruri, kohaku, and yuzuriha following behind.

the room was quiet and you stood there for a moment, just watching his white suit-clad silhouette from behind, the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his hands gripping his knees, the controlled breathing of a man whose confidence had always seemed genuine, even when it wasn't.

you stepped forward, sinking behind him slowly, your petticoat and dress pooling around you as your arms slipped over his shoulders. your cheek pressed to the side of his neck, just under his jaw. "hey," you whispered.

"hey," he returned, voice softer than you expected, "you look beautiful—you are beautiful."

you slid your fingers into his hair, gently brushing through the golden strands at his nape, the motion slow and reverent, memorizing the feel of him.

and ryusui melted.

your giggle bounced off his skin, "you can't see me though?" 

ryusui just sighed, leaning into your touch like he'd been parched for days and you were a desert oasis, his hands unclenching and the tension in his shoulders disappearing. for a man who wore arrogance as armor, he was remarkably fragile at this moment. and only for you.

"i don't have to," he hummed, feeling your fingers continue their ministrations, smoothing the hair back from his ears.

he leaned his head back slightly, not enough to see you, but enough to let you cradle him. the two of you stayed there in silence, breathing together. there was something so intimate about the way his shoulder rested against your heart. about the way one of your hands stayed at his chest, the other never ceasing its motions as it went to his hair, his temples, and down the line of his jaw. soothing him and calming you.

hands of his own lifted slowly, grasping where yours rested against his body. he turned his face just slightly toward your cheek connecting them as if you were his lifeline, and you could feel the tension trembling in him—like if the line between you didn't fade but completely vanished instead, so would all restraint. 

the doors creaked open, slow and heavy, silencing the guests near immediately. the orchestra began to play, and it wasn't the loud, grand kind of music ryusui had once imagined for his wedding. this was something softer and unbearably tender. the strings rose in slow harmony, each note delicate and aching, pulling the moment wider and wider until there was nothing else but you. and when you stepped into view, when the first sliver of your dress caught the light filtering through the stained glass, ryusui forgot how to breathe.

the intricate embroidery of your gown shimmered and your veil trailed behind and practically floated with each step, catching the light in a way that made you look unreal, otherworldly. but your eyes found his across the length of the aisle, and that was what leveled him. that look. that nervous, determined flicker of a gaze that told him you were scared, but you were walking toward him anyway. and ryusui, the man who had always wanted everything, finally understood what it meant to need.

he'd wanted kingdoms. oceans. control. everything he could take, build, and conquer. but he didn't feel for those things anymore. not really. because nothing—nothing had ever made him feel the way he did right now, watching you walk through floraled church benches and music, a miracle made flesh. he didn't want to blink, afraid that if he did, he'd miss the moment your lips gave him a small smile, the way your shoulders lifted with each breath you tried to steady, how your fingers tightened around your bouquet. 

by the time you reached the halfway point, he felt something collapse inside of him—a wall maybe, some last defense he didn't even know he was holding. his fingers itched to reach out. his mouth parted, but no words came. he just watched you, gazed at you, wondering how he got so lucky. you were still moving, still walking forward, and he had the unbearable thought that he could live a thousand lives and never feel like this again. that this moment was the most important thing he'd ever witness. ryusui didn't just want you in his life; he didn't want to possess you like some treasure. instead, he wanted to deserve you.

and when you reached the end of the aisle and took his hand, trembling and warm, ryusui didn't smile like he usually did. he looked at you the way a man does when he realizes he's just found the only thing that could bring him to his knees.

the vows came and went, pale shadows of what they were meant to be. written in a haze just days after ryusui's parents gave their blessing, they were polished, precise, and hollow. ryusui read his with that same gilded eloquence he always had, voice smooth, tone crisp, never once faltering. on paper, they said all the right things: respect, legacy, union, honor. but the words didn't have meaning. they didn't cling to your skin or settle in your ribs the way vows should. ryusui hadn't looked away from you once. not during the reading, not during the ring exchange, not even when you tripped up on a word and fought back a laugh. 

"you may kiss the bride." it was a commonality in weddings but when he stepped forward, it didn't feel ceremonial. ryusui got closer to you and the air shifted, gravity had found its center in the space between you. he didn't rush, didn't hesitate. he just looked at you like the vows had meant nothing, like this breathless second between your name and his was the real truth of it all. his hands rose slowly, one brushing your cheek, the other finding your waist, his touch steady. ryusui's eyes searched yours like he wanted to burn the way you looked at him into his mind, brand it into his soul before he did the thing he'd been wanting to do since you walked through those doors.

it wasn't the kiss of a man dodging an unhappy marriage, it was the kiss of a man who had been starving. ryusui kissed you like he was drowning and you were air, like someone who had just realized that you were what he'd been searching for his entire life. the crowd faded and the orchestra blurred. even your breath caught in your throat, and for a split second, your knees nearly gave out under the weight of him.

there was no classic ryusui spectacle to it. it wasn't loud or grand or triumphant. it was truthful

his mouth met yours with intent, he knew exactly what he wanted from you and was done pretending otherwise. his lips were warm, firm, open just enough for a breath to escape—a breath that ghosted against your skin like a confession.

and you melted into it. into him. one of your hands fisted the lapel of his suit, the other drifting up to tangle in the soft blonde of his hair. he groaned, low and involuntary, at the feel of your fingers against his scalp, and the kiss deepened—hotter, hungrier, more real than anything either of you had said all day.

ryusui pressed closer, the hand at your waist tightening, pulling you flush against him. he kissed you like he'd been waiting forever, like every second leading up to this had been torture, and if he didn't touch you now he might not survive it. his lips parted from yours in a slow pull, and for a moment, there was nothing else in the world but the space between your mouths and the fire blooming inside it.

the breath between you was still warm, lips tingling from the kiss that hadn't ended so much as paused. your heart drummed in your chest and ryusui looked at you with pure love. "how was that for our first kiss, huh?" he muttered, making sure his words only reached you.

"eh, it was alright…"

a single beat of silence was had before your laugh burst out, pure and unguarded, cutting through the haze that had fallen over the room. the orchestra hadn't quite started again. guests blinked, stunned and sighing, the air still thick with the heat of that kiss.

you grabbed his hand. "let's go," it came out as a whisper, your grin wide and eyes gleaming.

"now?"

"yes, now." you sassed, already tugging him down the aisle. he followed without hesitation, his fingers laced with yours as the two of you ran down the aisle that you'd walked so elegantly only minutes ago. your dress flowed behind you in a sweeping wave of satin, veil lifting in your wake. gasps and approving hums followed from the crowd, but none of it mattered. not the flash of photographers, not the careful arrangements or the decor.

just your laughter echoing through the hall. just the way his thumb stayed hooked over your knuckles, telling you that he never wanted to let go. the doors stood tall and wide, already open to the world beyond. ryusui turned to you, breathless and stunning in the afternoon light spilling through. his hand still in yours, he tugged you gently toward him, and before you could ask what now, he dipped you back in one smooth, dizzying motion—arms secure around your waist, hair slipping loose from the kiss-wrecked styling.

"let me try again then."

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[chloemew]

One more week til Comic Con

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

lon'qu,,,,,, fire emblem,,,,,,,,

[themostuselesspotato]

I was a very sheltered kid and didn't get to consume fandom content until a few years ago, and most of the fandoms I'm in have been over for years before I watched the content. It's really weird to experience a show in real time?? Like usually I binge something and then go and obsess over fandom content for the next month (or several), but now I have to wait for said fandom content to be made?? I wanna read fanfic about the tbb finale but I also need to give creators time to write it lol 😅

I'm just so not used to being in fandoms that are still updating/just ended that it feels weird to me ig

[gimbalock]

i feel like i'm gonna drop dead because for four years i've done literally nothing and now everything's just go go go

[keets-writing-corner]

Thinking a LOT about Lucifer in the latest Hazbin episode. Idk what I was expecting but not this??

As I was watching my immediate thought was just "huh... Lucifer is kinda of weird..." but as the episode went on I realized the issue

the dude is off the chain depressed, like he says it as a joke but holy cow it is SO BAD

He's manically just creating rubber ducks cuz his daughter really like it that one time but it's empty, it's never good enough but he keeps doing it, maybe cuz he doesn't know how to pass the time otherwise.

like I get the feeling he HAS better things he SHOULD be doing than making rubber duck after rubber duck. At first I was like, "Bruh why isn't the king of hell doing anything?" aaaaand then it became clear...

The dude is disassociating so bad he can barely hold a conversation let alone remember information. He clearly WANTS to, he wants to be involved with his daughter so bad, he wants to care about the things she's doing so bad, but his depression keeps interfering. It's like he can only hear every other word and he grasps onto the ones he does hear semi-out of context. Like you can see every time he catches something that he hadn't before and he just "well shit I didn't catch that part"

and that's why he reacts so weird when people talk to him. He is struggling so bad to engage with the conversation he's only getting 50% of it

does that look like the face of a man who knows what the hell the conversation is even about??? he is STRUGGLING

like Charlie spent so long telling him about the hotel, and he STILL didn't understand what she wanted. Yeah it comes off as ditzy but literally I've been in that position where your brain just "nope, not doing this right now" and nerfs your conversation comprehension. So as someone who's BEEN in that position, to me it feels exactly like what he's dealing with. He's sorta engaged with the conversation, but only as much as his brain will allow

For example, when I'm dealing with this, this is what someone talking to me feels like this where the crossed out parts are what I missed and bold is what I catch, "Hey! You know I was thinking for dinner we could either make some chicken with rice? But if you don't feel like cooking, pasta is super easy and you love that right? What do you want to do?" you can kinda get that someone is trying to talk to you about dinner, and towards the end you get the impression that they asked something that needs your input so you can decently put 2 and 2 together and try and pass off, but crucial bits were left out, I would have no idea that either chicken or pasta is in the conversation only having heard "rice". When someone is just talking at me, I can decently pass off as being engaged but the second I'm required to participate in the conversation I'm screwed. Seem familiar? At which point I have 2 options, try to give a bullshit answer, or admit that I missed what they were saying and ask them to repeat

Lucifer, unfortunately, is trying so damn hard to hide that he's dealing with like 24/7 dissociation, so he can't admit that he's missing entire chunks of the conversation, hence his really weird replies. He does eventually get the full picture and then he and Charlie start having the real conversation

Also, the Alastor/Lucifer rivalry was hilarious but also really indicative of more of what Lucifer is dealing with

Alastor is, unfortunately, really good at picking up people's insecurities, and thanks to Charlie's description earlier and watching Lucifer clearly trying to overcompensate, he immediately picks up on the fact that Lucifer KNOWS he struggles to be a good dad (we know cuz it's cuz of the depression, hard to be engaged when your brain keeps turning off) and decides to rub salt in the wound by pretending he's been acting as a surrogate father to Charlie. Now why Alastor decided to pick a fight with the king of hell is beyond me, I do not understand Alastor (and I LIKE IT) (maybe it's cuz Alastor thinks he's hot shit and was expecting Lucifer to at least have heard of him but Lucifer just treats him like a nobody? who knows)(why would Lucifer listen to radio anyways when he can't even pay attention to a conversation it'd just be white noise)

But yeah I just was expecting someone who oozed either charisma or presence and instead I got a depressed dad who's dissociating so bad he can barely function and be present in his life. The only thing it seems he CAN do is make rubber ducks cuz his daughter really liked it that one time

Idk Lucifer is tragic to me. Whatever the full details of what heavan did to him absolutely broke him and he can't deal with it. He's aware of it, and he doesn't know how to fix it, so he tries to over compensate and sorta makes an ass out of himself but no one says or does anything cuz this guy is supposed to be THE king of hell

Suddenly it's making a lot more sense why he just rolls over and lets heaven do what it wants and even told Charlie to go in his place the start of the show. He's not in any headspace to hold a basic conversation let alone negotiate! He didn't even know who Alastor was, he's been so out of touch

idk I like him, he seems sweet, I hope Charlie brings some light back into his life. He really needs to get out of that rubber duck room

[elliewithcellie]

Girl, Interrupted

summary: Eddie crashes by your home when you least expected, but everything happens for a reason, right?

wc: 1.8k

cw: PURE SMUT (MDNI 18+), basically no plot, friends to fwb?, oral (f receiving), Eddie is a tease, fairly bold reader lol, fingering, talk of p in v sex, hair pulling, orgasms idk let me know what else

a/n: my bestie bought me slutty pajamas for my birthday, and since I'm a hypothetical whore, this has been on my mind nonstop. Finally took a break from my spn series to write this down. This is the filthiest thing I've written to date but definitely short and sweet

Eddie’s jaw fell slack as the door opened before him. He knew he shouldn’t have shown up to your place uninvited. Sure, you were his best friend, and of course, you had said he could come over whenever, but that never truly meant unannounced. He was already kicking himself for showing up as late as he did when you opened the door.

Your oh so short pajama shorts were the first thing that caught his eye, how your thighs spilled out beneath them, the cotton begging for relief. His eyes trailed higher to your tank top one size too small. The hem rested just above your midriff, the outline of your hips more prominent than he had ever seen. Your face was flush, pinks and reds lining your cheeks. He fought the urge to pinch himself, scared that he was dreaming, scared that he’d wake up to the absence of you and very real feelings emerging.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” you asked, your arms crossing over your chest. “I thought you had a date.”

Date, what date? Eddie’s mind was going numb. His brain was flatlining at the mere sight of you, more exposed to him than he’d ever seen you. Fight or flight kicked in, debating on whether to say something or just turn around and leave. He was almost sure he was not supposed to see you in this state.

“I—uhh—it didn’t go well, so I cut it short. But I know you love the place, so I figured I’d bring over the leftovers.”

“Oh, sweet. Thank you.”

Eddie hesitated, scared to ask, but his interest piqued. “Is someone—you’re alone right now, right?”

Your eyebrows pinched together. You exhaled a dry laugh. “Please, I’m always alone. Come in. Tell me about your date.”

You ushered Eddie inside and settled into your couch. You pulled a blanket over you, and Eddie released a sigh. He couldn’t believe the hold you suddenly had on him. It was like he was in high school again, ready to combust at the sight of a shoulder. At least with your legs covered, he was less inclined to think about spreading them.

“Was it really that bad?” you asked, drawing Eddie from his thoughts.

“She was just so boring,” Eddie complained. “Like, there’s nothing wrong with her, but it was like we were from different planets! She didn’t know Metallica! How am I supposed to bond with someone when there’s nothing to relate to?”

“Did you think of showing her?”

“Showing her what?”

“Metallica!” you laughed. “Wouldn’t that be kind of romantic, you know, to introduce that to her? Maybe tell her you’re in a band? It’d be like showing her a whole new world. And maybe you’d get a groupie out of it.”

Eddie swatted at the air. “It’s not worth it. We were both bored. And it was clear she wasn’t looking to rock with a guitarist.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“You didn’t meet her. She’s pristine, a Chrissy Cunningham type. Meant to be with a lawyer or some shit.”

You leaned in closer to Eddie, your blanket sliding down your thighs. “Those are the girls who fantasize about guys like you the most. Those girls on the straight and narrow, the ones who seemed destined to be sweet stay-at-home moms or perfect career women, those are the ones who dream of just one night doing something they never thought they could. Something so wild that when they’re taking their kids to soccer practice, or their ‘perfect husband’ is asleep on the recliner while they're doing the dishes, they can think back to that wild night when they fucked a rockstar.”

Eddie’s lip trembled as chills coursed through his body. You leaned back against the couch and shrugged like what you said was nothing. You had to be on something, he decided. Never had you been so frank when the topic of sex came up. Your face was still flushed with color, and you couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position on the couch, shifting yourself from one side to the other to no specific rhythm. Heat radiated off of you, though you weren’t known to be the furnace between the two of you. Something struck Eddie as so foreign but so familiar as he took you in.

“Would you fuck a rockstar?” Eddie found himself saying.

Heat rose to your cheeks. “Do I seem like one of those straight-and-narrow girls to you?”

“That’s not what I asked,” Eddie said, a newfound confidence overtaking him. “You came up with that way too fast to act like you don’t think of it, too. So, would you fuck a rockstar?”

You bit your lip and shifted in your seat. You huffed into the couch. “Wouldn’t anyone?”

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” Eddie asked, egging you on. “You’ve been squirming since I got here, sweetheart. Is something on your mind?”

Your eyes trailed from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. “Tonight is not the night to ask me that.”

“Why is that?” Eddie chuckled. “Were you in the middle of something? Was something left unfinished when I so rudely interrupted? And now all you can think about is the ache between your legs?”

You shuddered at his words. “Eddie,” you said, your voice shaking.

“I could help you.” Eddie leaned closer, his words almost a whisper. “Because I may not be a rockstar, but I’m sure I could give you the night of your life.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “Don’t tease me. It’s not funny.”

“No one’s laughing.” Eddie pulled the blanket back, his hands resting on your thighs. Your legs slightly opened on instinct. “What kind of friend would I be, huh? If I didn’t at least offer?”

Eddie didn’t know where this bravado came from, but he didn’t care. All he knew was the longer you looked at him like that, the harder he got.

You grabbed him by his shirt and forced his lips on yours. Nothing soft or sweet came from your lips. You were needy and desperate, clinging to him like he was the air in your lungs.

The urgency shocked Eddie, but he quickly found your rhythm. He smirked against your lips as he pulled his jacket off. His hands snaked from your thighs to your hips to your ass, lifting you onto his lap. You groaned into his mouth as he rolled you against him.

He was sure he was dreaming now. Only there did he ever picture you above him, grinding your hips into his. Only there did he imagine you moaning from his touch. But never were his dreams this vivid, this real, this fucking good.

He pulled you from him and pushed you back onto the couch. You whined at the loss of contact. He’d never seen your eyes so dark, so lustful, so hungry for him.

He slid down to the floor onto his knees and pulled you to the edge of the couch. “You still want my help, sweetheart?”

You nodded emphatically.

“I need to hear you, baby. Say it.”

“Please help me, Eddie. I need you. Please.”

“Atta girl.”

You lifted yourself up as Eddie pulled your shorts down your legs. Eddie’s cock jumped at the sight of you. He bit his lip to maintain what little composure he had left.

“Aww, your poor little pussy’s just as needy as you, isn’t she?” He spread your knees apart, the cold metal on his fingers sending chills up your spine. The throbbing between your legs only intensified, a small whimper escaping your lips.

Eddie couldn’t wait any longer. There was no time for teasing, no time to explore. You needed him, and he was going to deliver.

He dove into your aching pussy like a man starved. You jumped at the contact, your hands flying to his hair. His tongue worked overtime, kitten-licking your clit before diving in for more.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he said, smiling against you. You moaned in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer.

Your sounds turned him on even more, searching for his own release as he rubbed himself against the couch. His mind was in a daze, in utter disbelief that anyone could look so perfect for him with your legs spread and your back arched. Your chest rose and fell to the rhythm of his tongue, and your lips formed a perfect ‘o’. Oh, how Eddie wanted to feel your lips around his cock. How you’d sink down on him, your perfect innocent mouth being completely sinful just for him.

He placed a finger at your entrance and pumped in and out, his thumb now circling your clit. Your head fell back. “God, yes, Eddie. Just like that.”

“I need you to do something for me, baby,” Eddie said as he added a second finger.

“Wha—what’s that?” you asked, breathless.

“I need you to tell me what you think of when you get off. Tell me what you were thinking of before I showed up at your door.”

“I—I oh god,” you shouted as Eddie’s lips found your clit. “I—I thought about you on your fucking date.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie groaned into your pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine.

“I pictured you fucking her from behind, her skirt hiked up to her hips, her panties to the side as you fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror.”

“Fucking C—Christ,” Eddie stuttered, his hips rutting into the couch faster. “Keep going.”

“Then it was me you were fucking. You grabbed me by the hair, so I could watch what you were doing to me,” you said, your voice shaking with every word. “Eddie, please. I’m close. Please.”

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Tell me what I was doing to you.” He was past dreaming at this point. He was sure this was heaven. Hearing your words had him reeling. He didn’t want to stop, didn't know how to stop. He just knew he needed to see you come.

Your lip trembled. “Your hands were all over me, playing with my tits, your lips on my neck, and—and your big cock pounding into me over and oh-ver and—and Fuck! Eddie, don’t stop! Please, please, please!”

Your orgasm crashed down on you, expletives and Eddie’s name on your lips. Eddie continued to pump his fingers in and out of you like a madman as he lapped up your cum.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” he moaned against you.

You pushed his head off of you and caught your breath. Eddie took a breath, too, leaning back against his heels. You pulled him back up to you and kissed him, tasting yourself on your lips.

“That… was so hot,” Eddie said, releasing a breath.

“Can it be my turn to help you?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Eddie’s cheeks rouged slightly, his eyes trailing to the growing wet spot on his jeans. “I had a turn already,” he said, guilt painting his words. He leaned in toward you, a devilish smirk joining his features. “But I’m not done with you. Not yet.”

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constellation - n. riki ✶⋆.˚

summary: a late night, sleepy half-formed thoughts and quiet touches ──────── Niki x reader (established relationship) || sfw, super duper fluffy and wholesome idk im in my feels || w/c: 1k

a/n: GUESS WHOS BACK (no one remembers me) ... anyways i was rewatching the colour analysis enoclock ep and heeseung mentioned Ni-ki's seven moles on his back and i just thought it was such an endearing feature i wanted to write smth about it !!!

"You've got a lot of moles on your back."

You're not even sure why you say it, and it's only once the words leave your mouth that you realise it's a bit of an odd thing to point out. To be fair, though, it's starting to become one of those nights when you're so sleepy that you can't bother filtering your thoughts. Niki turns to look at you, halfway through pulling on a shirt, and even though his brows are raised, you can tell he isn't entirely surprised by your words.

"Oh, yeah," he says calmly, "you've never noticed before?"

"Hm, I've seen them but," you hum, lazily letting your head fall back onto the bed where you're lying, watching him, "it just never occurred to me how many you have."

He laughs softly, pulling his shirt over his head, and soon you feel the mattress dip beside you as he sinks into it. You instinctively shuffle over to make room for him, but Niki, always wanting to be closer to you, finds his way right up against you - his arm brushing up against yours.

"Hey," you mumble, turning to watch as he lifts his face from the pillow, "let me see them again." The way you ask is almost childish, but even through your half-lidded eyes, you can see how he's a little taken aback by your request.

"The moles?"

"What else, dummy?" you scoff, stifling a yawn. Despite your jab he does as you say, tugging the hem of his shirt up so that you can see his back again.

Even though the room is dim, you can make them out just clear enough - small and dark against the pale skin of his back. There's something so quietly beautiful about them and the fact that not many other people would get to see them up close the way you are right now.

Maybe it's that realisation of how vulnerable he's letting himself be around you that pushes your hand out to press a gentle finger to the one highest on his back, just above his shoulder blade. He tenses slightly, clearly not expecting your touch, but soon calms.

"They're like stars," you say, barely above a whisper.

Normally, and if it were with anyone else, Niki probably would've protested, laughed and told them that they were overthinking things. But in this low light, in this bed with you and with the feeling of sleep pulling at his eyelids, he can't find the heart, or energy, to say anything to spoil this moment.

"I guess so," he hums back, but once he feels your finger begin to move, tracing a shape on his back, he can't help but let out a quiet laugh. "What are you doing now?"

"Making a constellation," you say, in such a matter-of-fact tone that Niki finds himself unable to say anything more - he just resigns himself to feeling the sensation of your finger against his back, slow and steady, almost soothing.

"They're pretty," you say once you've finished your path, satisfying your curiosity and gently pulling his shirt back down. You flop back onto the bed next to him, watching as he turns to face you, cheeks flushed the slightest shade of pink.

"You know they say that your moles are where your past lover kissed you the most," you hum, and he just laughs softly.

"You really believe that kind of stuff?"

You make an effort to shrug, as if to say why not? Silently, you pull your hands out from under the covers and cradle his face gently, tracing your thumb over his features like you have so many times. You stop a couple of times - at the mole on his chin, under his eyes, on his cheek.

"You must've been really loved in your past life," you whisper, and like everything you've said that night you're not sure why you say it. Still, you can feel his gaze on you, soft and with an endearment you know he reserves only for you.

"You think so?" he says, finally breaking the silence.

You nod ever so slightly, fingers still resting on his cheekbone. "You must've been lucky."

He brings his hand up to grab yours, intertwining his fingers with yours in a motion that feels so familiar now that it almost feels instinctive. With his other hand, he pulls you closer, pressing his forehead to you - the entire time his eyes never failing to meet yours despite the vulnerability in his expression.

"I think," he whispers, "I still am."

It's your turn to scoff at his somewhat cheesy response, but the sound is quickly swallowed up by his lips meeting yours - soft and sure, like he's been waiting the entire night for this moment and now that it's here, he clearly has no intentions of rushing it. Your fingers tighten in his as you sigh into the kiss, even after months of being together you're not sure if you'll ever get used to the feeling of him taking your breath away.

When you finally pull apart, you only do so enough to catch your breath, which you're sure Niki can feel on his face.

"You're so weird sometimes," he finally says, a lazy smile hanging off of his lips.

"You love it," you whisper back, pressing your nose to his as you let out a soft giggle.

He only chuckles in response, though it's enough for you. Silently, and still with his hand tightly gripping yours, he pulls you in closer so that your head is tucked under his chin, the blankets wrapped around the two of you. Gently, his thumb brushes over the stretch of your hand with a steady rhythm that lulls you to sleep and before you realise it, your eyes are half closed.

You shuffle, pressing your face further into his neck. The last thing you hear before drifting of is his voice again, though with how quiet he says it you're not sure if he's talking to you, himself, or the universe.

"I’m glad it’s you."

And even if he feels you smile against his chest in response, he doesn't say anything — just holds you tighter, like he never plans to let go.

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[nanamisgirly]

cw geto is maybe bi here idk, chubby nerd!reader with a bit of attitude, tbh there's no cw it's borderline between smut and fluff

part.2 part.3 part.4

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womanizer!geto loves fucking women. truly he does! they are all wrapped around his fingers and all he has to do is glancing at them. and this goes for the whole campus!! even boys would fuck him if he'd give them the chance. and maybe, if the mood struck just right at a party or in a messy, drunken threesome/orgies, he does fuck the boys.

but womanizer!geto has also a nerd bestie. the typical nerd girl. she was everything but his type. nothing that looked like his usual hookup girls. she was not fit, but not exactly fat. just chubby. her acne scars from high school still there with still some pimples that comes and go. and of course the infamous nerd glasses that didn't seem to want to stay on her nose.

you were not someone womanizer!geto would ever fuck. that's why you're friends. strictly platonic. he liked how you never batted an eye at his reputation, never judged, never treated him like a conquest. you both grow close through the years together in the same degree, during the late nights session study in the library before exams, for you it was monnnths before exams, you're a little ball of stress.

womanizer!geto doesn't like when guys approached you. not because he cares—why would he? it just...doesn't make sense. you're not the kind of girl men chase. not the kind they brag about. so he makes sure to lecture you about it—especially about frat boys. "they’re the worst," he mutters, arm slung lazily over your chair as his knee bumped against yours under the table. "trust me, nerd. they only act nice 'cause they wanna see how you moan." you rolled your eyes, setting your pen down with an amused scoff. "do you think i've never fucked, suguru?" you shrugged, smirking at his clueless expression "just 'cause i'm shy and a 'nerd' doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good fuck." well, you were lying but he doesn't need to know that. you were probably having sex every couples of months and it wasn't even that good. your voice was light when you added, "thanks for the concern, though." something in his chest stutters. and for some reason, he has to look away.

womanizer!geto has no shame. he lets girls climb into his lap, lets their hands wander, lets them grind against him right on the couch with people around. almost fucking them on the spot. but never when you're around! why? well, he tells himself it's respect. at least, that's the excuse he clings to. because why else would he pull away from a pretty thing palming his cock just to go talk to you? right? he's just...pitying you. that's all. and yet—when he finally starts to feel his cock hardening in his pants, he tells himself it has nothing to do with your wide, innocent eyes blinking up at him. nothing to do with the way your lips part, soft and expectant. his dick is...delayed. yeah. just slow to catch up to the last girl's game. horrible by the way.

and of course womanizer!geto is trying to subtly adjust his pants. he's forcing his mind elsewhere—anywhere else—because if he lets himself think too hard about how fucking pretty you look right now, he's going to have a problem. a big one.

womanizer!geto keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet. only because you are his bestie! don't get any ideas on that. he found the picture cute that's it. the two of you, standing under a canopy of cherry blossom, petals floating around you like something out of a dream. his strong arm wrapped tightly around your plush waist, your round soft tits pressing against his chest. it had been an innocent day. really. he had dragged you out after hours of studying, calling you a nerd and insisting you needed air before your brain cells ended up smeared on the library table. what was supposed to be a thirty minutes walk turned into four hours. and when you reaching this pretty alley he couldn't help but suggest a pic—just for the memory! and obviously his arm was around you only to male sur you both fit in the camera frame. obviously. he was not dying to touch you!

and now here it was. the damn polaroid in gojo's hand. the white-haired menace grinning like he just found the greatest blackmail material of all time. "damn, suguru, you look so whipped." geto's eye twitched.

"look at this! holding our nerd like she's breakable—aww, how so sweet!!" gojo snickered, flipping the photo dramatically. "and—hold on. did she kiss your cheek?" suguru said nothing, jaw locked as his mind instantly flashed back to that moment—how you rose on your tiptoes, one hand pressing slightly on his broad shoulder to steady yourself as you leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to his cheek. he had frozen for a second and he vividly recall your flushed face, wide eyes as you apologized profusely, muttering something about being 'carried away by the moment' and how it was simply a 'friendly' gesture.

his cock begins to stir at the memory of your soft lips against his skin. his heart skipping some beats.

"wait—holy shit." gojo barks out a laugh. "you keep this in your wallet? what, you jerk off to it?" your entire soul leaves your body. geto sees the way your eyes go wide, the way your hands fly to your face in horror.

and that's it. geto slowly stands up, cracking his knuckles and rolls his shoulders. "satoru," he said, voice eerily calm. gojo gulped. he was a dead man walking.

womanizer!geto tells himself he's just messing with you—that the way his fingers linger when he wipes a stray drop of your melting ice cream isn’t because he’s imagining how warm and soft your mouth would feel wrapped around his fingers. he convinces himself that when you lick your spoon, tongue flicking over the tip—his cock is not aching dreaming to be at the metal-stenciled place. and his rock-hard cock has definitely nothing to do with the way your thighs spread soft and full against the couch or the way your tits bouncy sightly every time you shift.

womanizer!geto is totally fine when you stretch on the couch next to him. arms up, back arching, body pushing forward, making your curves more prominent, making that cute little tummy press out—wait what?? geto shook his head trying to get back to his senses. no need to highlight it was impossible with the way his cock twitched in his pants.

womanizer!geto, obviously, does not want something with you..he does not want to bury himself into the plush softness of his nerd best friend, does not want to hear how sweetly you'd whimper his name. she's not his type!!!!

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a/n chubby girls are the biggest win 🙂‍↕️☝️

[astonmartinii]

you gotta look out for the quiet ones | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem musician!reader

a surprise appearance from y/n in the formula one paddock raises some questions, but the rumour mill will never guess who she's there to see...

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

note: olivia rodrigo is the face claim but i'll be pulling from her music as well as taylor swift!

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f1: there's paddock guests and there's paddock guests, y/n y/ln is here for the bahrain grand prix!

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user1: MOTHER WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?

user2: this is not what i expected to see this friday morning

user3: okay i've only ever heard of y/n y/ln through others but like she must be dedicated to be there for friday as well

user4: certified y/n superfan here! y/n has always said she's a massive fan of f1 - she hasn't been asked about it recently but when she was last asked about it she said she grew up loving jenson button!

jensonbutton: @yourusername i see you have amazing taste

yourusername: how could i not love the playboy of f1?

user3: okay she knows what she's talking about, i guess it's time to have a little listen to her music

user5: okay so what garage is she going to be in?

user6: ferrari 🤞🏻

user7: did we not just see this ^^^ she's clearly going to be in the mclaren garage

user8: if she has any sense she'll be in the mercedes garage with sir lewis hamilton

user9: what about the literal world champions?

user10: shut the fuck up (i would like to see max blush and stutter tho)

user11: i love how y/n said she's taking a year off of music after her tour and we're immediately seeing her here, there and everywhere

user12: living her true sports nerd life and i love that for her

landonorris: i promise that mclaren have the best hospitality xx

user13: oh brother are we about to see some lando norris snapchat u up flirting?

alexalbon: this is tragic

georgerussell63: make sure you don't tell her about the massive poster you had of her that you practiced kissing on!

georgerussell63: whoops!

landonorris: i am in your walls george

user14: well.. that was something, i don't think we'll see her in the mclaren garage anytime soon now

logansargeant: @oscarpiastri i hope you brought your vinyl to be signed

oscarpiastri: i didn't want to risk it on the plane, it's limited edition 😔

user15: wait so oscar is also a y/n fan ???

user16: not this mclaren battle for y/n's attention

user17: lets be real, there's no competition here - there's no way she wouldn't choose lando

user18: i'm tired of you people sleeping on oscar (pun intended)

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yourusername: i had so much fun the first time round, i thought i'd come by again

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user25: okayyyy i thought the girlies on twitter were delusional but the second race in a row ... i fear there's another incentive

user26: once again, she's been a massive fan of the sport and has a ton of disposable money why wouldn't she go to a load of races?

landonorris: can't wait to see you again this weekend, i'll get you that win i promised

alexalbon: nurse he's talking to himself again

georgerussell63: this is crazy thirsting to do in front of 21 million people

landonorris: i assure you i'll be the one with the last laugh here

maxverstappen1: sure you will buddy, it's good to see you so confident

user27: are they gentle parenting lando?

user28: bro is about to get his heart broken they're actually being good friends

user29: idk i think he's still the one in the paddock with the best shot

user30: i gotta get this delusion all lando fans seem to have

carlossainz55: i think you'd look great in red ❤️

charles_leclerc: oh gosh....

carlossainz55: they don't call me the smooth operator for no reason, just sit back and watch the magic

maxverstappen1: you fucking morons do realise you're proclaiming this in a PUBLIC instagram comment section that everyone INCLUDING y/n can see?

user31: this is a mess ... keep going!

oscarpiastri: i celebrated my win here in 2021 with the release of sour - i know you're on a sabbatical but any chance of a surprise single?

user32: yall getting on lando and carlos for their bad flirting when oscar is stinking up the gaff with his attempts

yourusername: i'm so sorry to tell you this but no surprise single, but i can show you some demos?

oscarpiastri: please, please, please! good 4 u is my scream in the car song

user33: i just know oscar was streaming traitor when his DRS failed for the ten billionth time

oscarpiastri: it went platinum in my car yes

yourusername: i imagine it's even better at 200mph

oscarpiastri: i'd be happy to show you anytime

yourusername: carpool karaoke x hot laps when?

oscarpiastri: name a time and i'm there

user34: why is oscar trying so hard bro she's not going to choose you

user35: and yet he's the only one she replied to ... makes you think

user36: you guys are miserable because i'd literally do anything to see them singing in a car together

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oscarpiastri: jeddah you were okay i guess

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user37: holy soft launch

user38: and right after flirting up a storm with Y/N Y/LN

user39: first of all, oscar is a fan of y/n so it could've definitely been from a platonic point of view

user40: it has to be platonic cause bro had no chance to start with and has a gf ???

landonorris: i'm sorry what is this ?

oscarpiastri: an instagram post, would hope you would know what that is if you're already on the app

landonorris: don't get smart with me mister

oscarpiastri: you got smart first 🤨

landonorris: what happened to my sweet rookie?

oscarpiastri: he's still 23 years old ?

landonorris: i need to meet this mystery woman who has seemed to give you all this sass

user41: prema girlies know that this sass has always been here

user42: but i'm glad it's coming out in f1

yourusername: okay i guess? you slayed mr piastri and i won't hear anything less than that

oscarpiastri: okay it was a bit of a slay

yourusername: a bit?

oscarpiastri: a big slay then

yourusername: stop talking down on yourself otherwise you'll have me to deal with

oscarpiastri: that is not the threat you think it is

yourusername: it's not a threat it's a promise x

user43: excuse me what the fuck was that ^

user44: i can't tell if they're flirting or if y/n just feels sorry for him?

user45: they did get coffee like once this weekend so maybe they're just friends

user46: they have to be because there's no way that is y/n in this soft launch

user47: there's no way oscar piastri could woo the y/n y/ln idk why people are even suggesting it

user48: and i think even flirting with her is a bit weird considering his teammate has made it so obvious he likes her

user49: oscar doesn't seem to be the type to step on toes but we'll see

logansargeant: if that's who i think it is i am going to fight you for not telling me straight up

oscarpiastri: i'll meet you in the parking lot i guess

logansargeant: be there or be square

user50: what does logan know that we don't ???

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f1tea: now she's attended THREE races in a row, i think it's okay to start the conversation about her being with one of the drivers... so here's our theories!

lando: he's been on this train the longest and has the old thirst tweets to back it up. he's been spotted talking to her numerous times at races and has been camping in her comment section since bahrain

carlos: he has also been in her comments since bahrain and has been seen with her in the paddock - less than lando but y/n has worn red a couple times in the paddock so??

lewis: y/n was blushing up a storm when they were spotted together and i honestly think if the age gap wasn't so big they would be so cute together

liam: an outside shout but this guy was stuck to her side the whole time she was at red bull

charles: they have spoken a lot in the paddock, i don't think it's him but omg imagine them together

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user54: not this oscar erasure - i.e. the only driver she's actually interacted with online

user55: if it's oscar i will literally streak across the track at the next race

user56: admin snuck liam in there like we wouldn't notice

user57: idk why they think that liam is a better shout than oscar

user58: i think all the fangirling from oscar defo put him straight into the friend zone

user59: idk about you guys but i've actually listened to y/n's music and her album after her last breakup suggests that she might like someone who appreciates her craft and publicly supports her

user60: yeah but she also deserves a boyfriend that's on her level

user61: oscar is a literal f1 driver?

user60: yeah but he's not cute enough

user62: to YOU

user63: omg just say you have no taste and bounce gosh

user64: how did lando become a frontrunner in this?

user65: i think because he's liked her the longest? and has been the most insistent

user66: i hate to say this but just because you like someone and said it first, does not mean you are entitled to actually date them

user67: i will laugh my ass off if she's not with any of these fools

user68: bro took a year off of music to have some fun and now is linked to everyone and their mum

user69: unfortunately this is the way it goes although if she does become a wag (tho be real, whoever is with her is the wag) i shall be enjoying her paddock outfits

user70: carlos vs oscar i think i've seen this film before

user71: oh trust me off track there is no competition

user72: you people are so mean

user73: oscar will win again, mark my words. i'm not sure if carlos can cry to the fia about that tho

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user74: AHHHHHHHHHH A MAN

user75: who the fuck wears jeans on a hammock she needs to run away from this man he's clearly a psychopath

maxverstappen1: you went to see quokkas without me??? does our friendship mean nothing ???

yourusername: it's not considered normal to invite friends to a date

maxverstappen1: boring. i will remember this when you try and get some red bull from our hospitality

yourusername: nO PLEASE

maxverstappen1: no, for this you must suffer through the piss they put in monster cans

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maxverstappen1: well you should've thought more of our friendship :P

yourusername: you are impossible. no more limited edition merch for you

maxverstappen1: WHAT

user76: for all this love life speculation i am loving this max and y/n friendship

user77: but... the monster comment... it has to be lando right? monster sponsor mclaren

user78: i think this is the most confirmation we're getting right now

user79: they're so cute

oscarpiastri: i am glad the homeland is treating you well :)

yourusername: i've only had one scary insect encounter so win!

oscarpiastri: we'll have to get you some real australian delicacies this weekend

yourusername: i've heard of grandma's baking so i'm excited!

oscarpiastri: we've got a tupperware box with your name on it

yourusername: ugh i love you guys

user80: the monster comment pointed to mclaren but there's only one of them in the comments...

user81: i mean this is a soft launch so it would make sense that lando wouldn't comment if they're trying to throw people off of their scent

user82: the mental gymnastics you people are doing is insane

user83: literally just admit that your driver just doesn't have the sauce like that

user84: and oscar piastri does???

user85: STOP SLEEPING ON HIM HE'S LITERALLY GETTING HER HOME-BAKED GOODS

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oscarpiastri: home win means more than you could ever know. and you can stop theorising now, i may be a nerd but i've still got game.

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user89: HHAHHHAHHAHAHAHHA THAT'S MY AUSSIE

user90: stunting his stunning gf on all these delusional fangirls

yourusername: now i can finally say it: I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU

yourusername: and i'm proud of you

yourusername: forever and always

oscarpiastri: maybe i was so fast because i knew there was a literal angel waiting for me back in my garage

yourusername: oh so the other races i came to i just didn't look good enough for you to win :(

oscarpiastri: NO NO NO you're always the most beautiful woman in any room

oscarpiastri: but this time you're wearing my jersey and my name

yourusername: i guess i'll never take it off again

oscarpiastri: you might not take it off, but that doesn't mean i won't

yourusername: ehhhehehhehheeh hurry up in debrief :P

user91: oscar piastri i am so sorry i was not familiar with your game

user92: i for one had complete faith in that bumbling fool

yourusername: as you should, he may have stuttered through the lines, but he's one smooth operator

carlossainz55: that's my nickname? please stop rubbing salt in the wound

yourusername: it was better than your attempts. and better than whatever the fuck you've been doing on the track - keep your dumptruck away from oscar

user93: y/n defending oscar, consider me moved

user94: okay fave celeb couple just dropped

landonorris: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEING GOING ON? HOW LONG HAVE YOU LET ME FLIRT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND? HOW DID I LOSE TO YOU?

yourusername: watch your tone.

landonorris: sorry???

oscarpiastri: we've been together nearly a year. i didn't 'let' you flirt with my girlfriend i tried to tell you but you ignored me at every turn. you didn't lose to me, there was never any competition.

yourusername: best year of my life 🫶 and lando i tried to tell you, maybe listen to oscar for once 😭

oscarpiastri: awwwwww i love you 😘

yourusername: i love you too osc xx

user95: not them dancing on lando's dead body 😭

logansargeant: I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU SON OF A BITCH

oscarpiastri: never doubt me again eagle boy

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yourusername: if you saw me ugly crying on live tv - no you didn't. i'm so proud of you osc, my beautiful boy.

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user96: i think y/n was all of us

user97: absolutely screaming at all of the y/n fans on twitter having a meltdown and trying to figure out how f1 works

user98: this was me, am i really going to learn about tyre compounds because y/n is dating a driver? yes!

maxverstappen1: i am very happy for you both but enjoy the win while it lasts oscar i have a score to settle after being ABANDONED on the quokka date

yourusername: once again it was a DATE which is for the two people in the relationship, not the weird third guy with attachment issues

maxverstappen1: well jokes on you i do have attachment issues and now i've latched onto you and oscar which means you're contractually obligated to come to every race now

yourusername: ok?

oscarpiastri: it's okay max with our combined powers, y/n will have to stick around she hates making us sad

yourusername: it's true :(

user99: not lando fumbling yet another lead

yourusername: he never had a chance to begin with

oscarpiastri: 😆

user100: this is another level of teammate psychological warfare

landonorris: i am a victim of a smear campaign

oscarpiastri: smear campaign being you flirting with my girlfriend after she told you she had a boyfriend

landonorris: I DIDN'T HEAR HER

yourusername: i said it multiple times 🤨 and SOFT LAUNCHED OSCAR AND YOU STILL TRIED

georgerussell63: looks like it's back to the poster now lando

yourusername: and for the record ^^ this is very creepy

landonorris: THAT WAS LIKE TEN YEARS AGO

alexalbon: that's what you want us to think ...

user101: i am screaming at them rubbing it in lando's face

user102: kind of deserved LOL but funny nonetheless

oscarpiastri: all things aside, i'm so glad you could be there for my first win! i love you so much and can't wait to spend there rest of my life with you, even if it means my teammate flirts with you everyday

yourusername: i love you too osc, i'm sure you'll win so many more

oscarpiastri: i'm counting on it ;)

landonorris: I AM SORRY HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT

yourusername: you gonna let oscar have the upgrades first?

landonorris: no?

yourusername: then i will guilt you at every corner 🤨

fin. i know, i know. guilty as sin is coming but i just wanted to get this out. i had to come home from silverstone early cause of a mechanical dnf (foot stopped working and had heat stroke and a cold at the same time). but i had a great time while i was there and met a load of drivers with lando and alex signing my hat !!!!!

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bang chan recs (18+)

key: !!! = personal favourite, s = smut, f = fluff, a = angst

add. notes: hai :3 i know i said i would make a skz recs list but the minute i scrolled thru my likes n started saving from chan onwards, i realised i had Too many recommended fics for him (this list is like 40 fics/drabbles long....) so i decided to just make member separate posts instead!!! i tried not to have repeats of authors to give u guys a broader scope to choose from n also sorry in advance that i yapped so much abt them it's just like . these r my all time fav authors so it's expected. anyways i hope u guys love these works as much as i do bcs they r from some of my absolute fav creators n plz give them lots of love n always make sure to appreciate these ppl <3

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hopelessly devoted to you — @changbunnies (!!!, s, a?)

this was literally a 11/10 fic like i am not even joking rn. i luv greaser chan n even tho he messed up, the way he makes it up to mc is so so soooo sweet. the fact that he's so gone n pussydrunk while eating her out, the sweetness in how he holds her n fucks her is all too mindnumbing n i hope u continue writing bcs u r amazing at it!! i will always come back 2 this when i need a pick me up fr

2. bad idea — @hyunsvngs (!!!, s)

JUNOOOOO my lovely baby.... i adore u n all ur work always but this fic. This Fic. it changed the trajectory of my life. like not even kidding but i was a different person when i started reading this n when i finished it i was Changed. life is worth living now, the grass is greener n the birds always sing 2 me which i firmly believe is bcs of u n this beautiful yummy fic. i fucking LOVE stepdad chan sm like there's smth so gross n nasty abt fucking ur mom's bf n even tho mc is a menace, i still loved it. never stop doing what u do!!!

3. 1095 days — @luvyeni (s)

EX INMATE CHAN RAHHHHH!! i have akshewally been following ur work for so long n i LOVE!! the way u write :3 thank u for always churning out ur work so fast n being so good at what u do. im obv a sucker for daddy kink considering i eat it up every time n it's so fucking good i love how chan cares for mc n the way he gives it to her once he's back. mark my words i will EAT this man up n this fic whenever i stumble across it

4. milk and honey — @straykeedz (s, f, a?)

user straykeedz u have to stop... ur work too addicting n perfect.. ur depiction of chan too real n crazy (/pos)... they're gonna get u... but seriously i love bffs2lovers so bad n the way u always characterise chan n make him call mc so many cute pet names melts my heart :( i've also been following U for a long time n even tho everything u write is so so soooo good, this has to be one of my faves alongside ur inexperienced chan fic. i hope u don't pressure urself too much to update n jus do what u have to do :D

5. my wife — @chrizzztopherbang (s, f)

ngl i Think this is my first fic from u cus i followed u bcs of it n that's a given honestly cus newly turned husband chan?? eating his wife out metres away from his friends n family on the other side of the door n fucking her within an inch of her life right after they're pronounced husband n wife?? i love it i loved their bickering over who's a pervert n i just love the idea of mc finally calling the love of her life hers forever. i hope they r always happy alongside u

6. sweet nothing — @frenchkisstheabyss (!!!, s, f, a)

this fic actually changed me as a person too not even kidding. i EAT UP exes to lovers n the portrayal of it was so good here bcs there's so much unspoken tension between the two n then chan begging mc to not leave again n her promising she won't bcs all she wants to do is be his at last?? AWOOGAAAAA i need him so bad it's jinja michin (i am so cringe sorry..) ANYWAYS!! i hope u know tattoo artist + ex bangchan is a crazy combo n that the makeup sex was HOT HOT HOT!!! plz keep writing i adore u <3

7. pick you up — @moonchild9350 (!!!, s)

see idk if this is tmi but sex where ure being picked up n fucked is downright nasty in the best possible way n i fear i need to get railed like that by chan so u writing abt is literally u making my fantasies come true. this fic was a delicious mix of cute w chan telling mc he only works out so he can pick her up (based off of his bbl texts obv) n hot w him Actually fucking her within an inch of her life. i love all ur work tee bee eich so keep doing what ur doing!!!

8. spring has sprung — @cbini (!!!, f, s)

miss ems where do i even begin with u.. (u probably Do Not Know me but i know u smirk emoji. soz that was weird erm but ya i am the binnie anon who said u deserve changbin LOLZ) this fic was the perfect mix of cuteness w raw passionate fucking i love the idea of chan getting hard bcs ur dressed so preciously in a pretty dress i think it's rooted somewhere in his slight corruption kink which comes out def when u r all dolled up for him. anyways u never miss n i hope u know that <3

9. walking in on rooomate!chan / pt. 2 — @kacciidubs (!!!, s, f)

going 2 be very honest here i do not even remember what happened in part 1 bcs part 2 of this roommate chan fic actually blew my mind away like Seriously user kacciidubs u r insane!!! all ur work never misses n i am always so eager whenever u post bcs i've been following u n loving everything u put out for so long. ofc ur chan work is my favourite as u can tell but this fic... this fic was crazy the switch between daddy n sir oh my god what if i cream my pants rn. plz never stop writing <3

10. last nerve / pt. 2 — @cb97percent (!!!, s)

user cb97percent let me just preface this by saying whatever u write is INSANE. like i already knew u were a great writer but this fic? changed me as a person not even joking rn. the way mc n chan banter n how chan's an asshole who is pissed off how he can't get it up anymore unless he fucks mc is so funny n how the raw passion between them results in the best sex Ever. n ofc the ending w minho took me out n Yea i just . i have no words plz never stop writing to u as well

11. hush — @petrichor-han (s)

sucker for exhibitionism n sucker for chan so what better way to comemorate this occasion than by reading abt it? this entire scenario was so hot like honestly i can totally imagine chan's bitchass doing this bcs he's so cheeky in nature he would lose himself from the thrill of almost getting caught. u r amazing as always thank u for churning out so much content for kinktober may god or whoever u believe in bless u with eternal inspiration

12. daddy!chan helping you shave — @hyunjins-orange-slice-too (!!!, s, f)

i sent u an ask already talking abt how much i love u n everything u write but THIS. this made me weak in the knees bcs i have imagined this very scenario so many times if im being brutally honest. there's smth so sweet n domestic abt the act of helping ur partner shave n with daddy chan in the mix? kill me now plz. the way he asks if he can play w mc once he's done n how he sternly instructs her to be safe like omgkjdfjhjdfgjhhjg need him in ways that give the pits of hell a run for its money w how hot n nasty im abt to be fr

13. one last time — @baby-yongbok (!!!, s, a?)

like i said, i am a sucker for the exes to lovers pipeline alongside husband chan so while this isn't Either of those things entirely it still scratches the itch in my brain very very well. the way mc n chan exchange snarky remarks n how chan only says he's satisfied once they're done fucking OHHHH MYYYYY GODDDD... need this man carnally like i would dump him just so he can fuck me the way he fucked mc in this fr (that is a lie we r locked in 4 life). u r brilliant as always i always look forward to ur work so next time u r questioning if this is worth it just know lovscb97 on tumblr has ur back fr

14. chan ask drabble #1 — @skzms (s)

maymay.. my eternal luvr... the genius behind smrsmf minsung... ofc u were bound to eat this up n end up on this list. idgaf if it's just an ask answer or drabble bcs the way u write is so . so Elegant. i love how u always use ur words to describe the emotion lingering between ppl in love n the way u do it here w chan n mc, the way he reassures her afterwards n how he promises her he'll give her everything later while fucking his fingers into her ohhhh mannnn.. i can just imagine him in his suit thank u for bringing the vision to life fr

15. you're right, baby — @chlorinecake (s, f)

soft dom chan who is ur fiancé fucking u n claiming u bcs he's a lil pouty that u forgot ur ring?? n then going so far to say he'll cum in u to make sure everyone knows who u belong to?? RAHHHHHH HE NEEDS ME!!! this was written so deliciously i loved the way mc n chan cared for each other n also the ending was so cute LOLZ hope they r happy in every universe n that their wedding goes great fr u r an awesome writer user chlorinecake

16. silence — @valkyriexo (s, a)

make up sex make up sex make up sex!!! i love it so good even tho it hurts so bad when mc realises chan forgot to show up :( but the fact that he makes it up to her by begging her to not leave him n making her cum as many times on his tongue as possible for her to forgive him?? INSANITY!! the longing in their eyes n words n actions from how much they've missed e/o when he finally touches mc n oh man.. u ate this up

17. corruption — @goquokka00 (s)

STEPBRO CHAN RAHHHHH i am a sucker for him (in more ways than one iygwim eheheh.. soz) i loved the sinister blackmail u added into the story n how he fucked mc bcs of her bad grades by making up some shit excuse abt learning how to please someone like y/n u can't be this dense girl!!! (i'd do it too if he asked me #Tbh) ANYWAYS. idk how this didn't have more notes bcs it was hot asfk i hope u keep writing more stuff to come :3

18. chef's kiss — @hyuniepies (s, f)

the tenderness of mc n chan's love mixed w the nasty dirty talk ohhhh hyuniepies u r a GENIUS!! this is exactly how i imagine domestic life w chan would be like; him coming back home to u cooking a dinner n then fucking u absolutely silly on the countertop bcs he just can't wait after getting a look at ur figure n bcs he's missed u so much. i too would be obsessed w bangchan if (read: when) he becomes my husband teehee

19. chan ask drabble #2 — @miupow (!!!, s)

USER MIUPOW UR FUCKING BRAIN!! HOW DO U CARRY SUCH A HUGE BRAIN IN UR HEAD!!! DOES UR BACK NOT HURT FROM HOLDING UP THE DELICIOUS IDEAS OF BCHAN SIZE KINK!!! like i told u yst i love ur writing n i love U so bad. u always eat w every request or idea u come up with n i absolutely adore that for u i hope u truly never stop writing bcs u have a serious gift n i hope ppl keep telling u that constantly bcs i sure as hell will <3

20. pretty mouth of yours — @jeongin-lvr (s, f)

need to give chan head like . Yesterday. but OHHHH MEINNNN GOTTTT fiancé channie w mc sucking him off so pretty u know exactly what im a sucker for u dont u user jeongin-lvr? ur writing is tooooooo good i swear i have read so much of ur work n granted this is one of my fave chan works from u icl i love the jeongin ones even more but i'll add those to my innie recs list later :3 ANYWAYS!! plz never stop writing u r awesomesauce (cringe.) n i love u hope u r having a great day today

21. daddy issues — @hwan-g (!!!, s, a)

HELLO THIS FUCKING FICCCCC... it is so good so delicious so fucking beautifully written that it brought tears to my eyes no joke. i still remember the first time i stumbled across it n like wow.. i think i dmed u on my side reading account too to express how much i liked it bcs i rly Did like it truly was a piece of art n sometimes i can't believe ppl like u just write stuff like this for free?? u should be getting paid good money bcs all ur work ALWAYS eats <3

22. closing the distance / pt. 2 — @thefantasyden (s, f)

ik long distance relationships r tough n it's awful when u can't spend time w each other physically or touch either but hear me out . it would Not suck w chan bcs he'd do everything for u the way he does everything for mc in this fic. from how he shows up n is too nervy to kiss her to them finally touching each other for the first time n then she moves back to him?? ohhhh man i love love n i love U for making this ur work always eats n trust that i'll always come back to this fic when i need to rmb how much i love chan

23. riding chan's thigh/knees — @faeryacha (!!!, s, f)

i love daddy chan so bad im sorry im not even gonna hide it anymore n i love the way he was written here too, from the way he asks if mc wants to play to the way he has her fuck herself on him to get herself off like i'm not even into little space like that but the minute he refers to himself as daddy n speaks to me all soft n protective im on my knees on the floor ready to suck him off like my life depends on it. u ate so bad w this plz continue doing more amazing work in the future!!!

24. steamy desires — @notsoangels (s)

shower sex w chan mngnghfhghgh.. need him so bad id let him fuck me anywhere as he pleases but in the shower?? w the hot water cascading over us w just us in our little world like omgomgomg NEED. i love the simplicity in ur writing too n how it paints a picture in my mind bcs i can vividly imagine all of this happening like him making u squirt on his cock n then rinsing u off so u can spend time wrapped up with each other on the bed like plz. One chance plz.

25. the fuckboy next door — @seospicybin (!!!, s, a)

miss seospicybin.. how do u always do it? how do u always come out w the most mindbreaking jawdropping amazing insane array of fics without even breaking a sweat like hello? this series is so fucking good from the smut to the angst that hurts so good. i love the development of the plot n that chan tries So hard to be true to mc so he can be w her n the way she tells him to do it for himself like :( they deserve each other sm i am very much looking forward to part 4!!!

26. pussydrunk chan — @aeliuss (s, f)

mngngngngjghgh i love pussydrunk chan so bad n i love the idea of him being so infatuated w mc that he just Had to drag her away n eat her out. i also love that he's there to support her in the end n how turned on he gets from her just being herself like that is a real man!!! n the way it's so reflective of how chan is irl too? i feel like this is how exactly how he'd behave— needy but so so soo in love with u too

27. kitty — @bandgie (!!!, s, f)

no joke this fic made my pussy throb. i need him 2 do this to him so bad bcs i need Him so bad. the way u wrote the subspace drop n how immersed mc was in her role n the way chan guides her thru everything n then the aftermath of it like hngnngnfgddjghjgh... i always have loved ur writing but this particular piece rly got to me along w ur kinktober series i hope u continue to do writing bcs u seriously so so SO good at it fr!!

28. angel eyes — @temptaetions (!!!, s, a)

this fic. this fucking FIC. bro this is actual evidence of the fact that literary geniuses exist bcs the way u wrote so beautifully not just the actual smut but the whole storyline?? u r a godsend fr like u should be getting paid to put out work of this degree. not only r u a PHENOMENAL writer but i hope u never stop writing bcs this was actually so so lovely n amazing to read i wish i could revisit the first time i read this T_T

29. just (fucking) friends? — @snowyquokka (s)

HELLOOOO i love possessive fwb chan almost as much as i love ur writing!! the way he's so annoyed at how she said they're just friends so he takes out his anger on her but then at the same time asks her what her color is to make sure she's still okay WOWZAAAA.. need him Bad. n in the end when they both agree they don't wanna be just friends like chan.. i don't want 2 be just friends either.. come 2 me plz... anyways very yummy work fr

30. american whiskey — @straywrds (!!!, s, a)

this fic... how do i even begin w this fic... the way u write is actually so . so otherwordly yk? u rly pour all ur passion into ur writing n the way u describe everything like every emotion every detail every feeling it's so raw n real that it touches my heart. i can Feel what each of the characters go thru n the SMUT... the smut is so so delicious ofc. i've read ur other work n u r such a good writer plz keep going with what u do i will always support u fr

31. free use w/ soft dom chris — @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (s, f)

the dirty talk in this.. hngnngkgjjdgjjh. i need free use w daddy!chan just as bad as i need to reread this fic ten times until it's ingrained in my brain n any telepath w the ability to read minds out there is disgusted by how many times i think abt it (idk what this analogy was i am sorry). the way he eats mc out n the way he fucks her omgfkjdgjhjhgjh NEED HIM RAHHHHH u did so well w this

32. play tight / pt. 4  — @roseykat (s, a)

squirting w chan squirting w chan SQUIRTING!! W CHAN!!! the way he makes mc do it once n then immediately goes "yea i need to feel that on my dick" n fucks her within an inch of her life like ohmygodjkdjhsfghj i did eat up the angst too but the way u wrote them fuckinig was so nasty n delicious I ENJOYED IT SM!! this entire series is such a good read even tho it's not chan centered idk if there r more parts to it but if there r plz link me to them!!

33. dream you — @charmercharm3r (s, f)

ok i know we r discussing smut n all n trust that i will get to that but THIS!! this was so cute n precious ohemgee the way he loves mc n takes care of her n banters w her at the start so lovingly is so so precious to me i want him so bad :( the smut was also very delicious w chan switching to hard dom mode n making mc suck him off before ravishing her like oh my god PLZZZZ FUCK ME PLZPLZPLZ u did so well on this plz continue writing more for me at the least <3

34. brat-taming w/ chan — @blurboki (s)

this damn drabble was so.. hngngjfjghjhdgjh. i want 2 be a brat to chan so bad n act out just so he'll snap n put me into my place which is exactly what u wrote n i LOVED IT!!! it's so short n simple (not a bad thing at all btw) yet it's so powerful too? i love the characterisation of chan cus i firmly believe this is how he'd act in bed w a fussy bratty s/o like wow. Just wow. i love u and ur delicious mind i hope u r having a great day just for this :3

35. tell me all about it.. — @chnsbm (s, f)

hngnfjhdfsjghgjh the idea of chan making u forget all about ur stress n playing with u to help u sleep is so gfjfjjjffjhgjhjh HOT!!! the way he lovingly reassures mc like u don't need to worry abt it now just let me take care of u n how he's such a fuckin TEASE!! w the way he's touching her is so so hot u ate w this idea n i will forever die on the hill that this is really smth chan would do— tease u n make u talk while he's doing ungodly things to u just to see u stutter over ur words

36. be that guy — @daizymax (!!!, s, a)

i have said it once i have said it twice n i will say it one more time bcs i don't care how many times i need to reiterate it needs to be said: EXES TO LOVERS W CHAN IS TOP TIER!!! the smut in this was so delicious but the LONGING chan had for mc.. the way he felt the twinge in his chest for letting her go oh man.. i'd take him back if he so even looked at me but maybe im just crazy. BUT ANYWAYS!! this is possibly one of the hottest chan smuts there ever is so thank U for this delicious gift fr

37. more than just friends — @kwanisms (!!!, s, f)

werewolf chan my luvr... my big strong baby who will knock me up w his knot n fuck me until the sun rises RAHHHHHHHH!!! this was so so SOOOOO good n yummy like from the way he pinned mc to the wall to the way he ordered her around n how his self restraint snapped the moment she called him daddy like why's that so Me behaviour HELPPPP anyways user kwanisms u fucking ATE w this i hope ur pillow is cold every night u go to sleep <3

38. connected — @j-0ne25 (s, f, a)

let me just start this by saying I FUCKING LOVE U USER J-0NE25!!! ur interactive stories esp megaverse r so fucking good how r u so bigbrained my dumbass could never like actually JSDHJFJHGJH. anyways i rmb reading this very vividly n oh boy.. "baby patience, or do you need me to teach you a lesson?" Brother my panties r drenched n off dont even start w me rn. anyways this was so so delicious plz never stop writing i beg u

39. chan ask drabble #3 — @hyungszn (!!!, s, f)

saved the best for last but CLOVER.. (u dk me but i am ur biggest fan hai :3) "your mouth is saying no but your body is telling me a different story, mrs. bang." GRRRHJDJSDFJHKJSFKJSFKJGJ... I NEED HIM SOO FUCKING BAD!!! the way they banter even while having nasty sex n just love each other so bad n hello my breeding kink went feral w this. when mc asked him to not eat his cum out of her pussy n he was like "and why is that?" cus he wanted to hear her say it GRAHHHHH I WILL EAT HIM!!! on a side note, u r so so soooo amazing i have been reading ur work for so long i think since american pie n i can safely say u r one of the best skzblr writers i have ever seen along w so many other ppl like plz keep up the good work bcs i will ALWAYS support u for it !!!

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add notes: thank u very much to all these amazing writers fr. if ur work wasn't featured here now do not fret!! i probably (most definitely knowing my dumbass) just missed it cus i didn't scroll Very far down in my likes (there's like 2k+....) so trust that u will most likely end up on the next recs list!! i love u all very much regardless if u r here or not n as always a very big thank u once more for all ur amazing hard work, u r all doing so well n i hope u guys know that <3