#besides，i actually enjoy grinding normal bosses

[rubys-domain]

man on main i'm just kinda vibing. i'm working on triple crowning lyney and stuff, but after that, there's nothing awfully pressing i need to do besides grinding primos. i've been collecting cecilias for venti, and i have probably have enough ballad books to get at least one of his talents to lvl 6. i have all the andrius drops i'll ever need, and a stupid amount of slime drops. i'll really only be bottlenecked by hypostasis drops. and exp books. and mora. but the latter two i can get from quests so it's not the biggest issue in the world. also by anemo gems. idk man all the anemo bosses are annoying to fight. sure, the anemo hypostasis isn't hard to beat; i just don't find it fun to fight. and i don't want to subject myself to the maguu kenki any more than necessary, even though lyney has all but trivialized it for me. i guess i could try fighting the wenut for that so i can also get mika to 70/80 at some point. and then maybe 80/90 if i ever get his last constellation and i finally get around to building physical chong.

god i just realized that soon i'm going to be building three anemo characters. i also want to get lynette and sayu to 80/80 because they're on my exploration team and i don't want them to get one-shot. and i also just remembered that i do want to build dehya as lyney's tenacity support. so i'm gonna have to fight asimon too. maybe i should try to get all the asimon drops i'll need to 80/90 dehya to also passively get anemo gems, and then switch to wenut if i still need more.

oh shit candace also needs asimon drops. well. let's be real tho — farming for her too probably still won't give enough anemo gems for all three of them. these bosses that don't drop gems for the character who uses them are a pain in the ass. asimon is okay i guess since it does drop pyro/anemo gems for dehya/faruzan. but the number of times i fought the cockatrice-looking shroom just cuz the iniquitous baptist doesn't drop dendro gems... and currently the only characters that use its drops are both dendro characters. wtf.

actually, i do have a lot i could do on main. i'm just not feeling much of a sense of urgency.

[moricodex]

(Please read tags) M.Bison X nongender specified reader.

You were frustrated, mildly infuriated to be more precise; the timer was ticking. Noise; Voices & the sound of sliding plates robbed your senses of their focus, and the disorganized chorus of voices wasn’t helping either. Tired eyes locked with focused eyes. Biting your lip you decide to grin and bare it. “Yo, this place is pretty purple.” Death taps on the mental door that is your smooth brain. Yes, the place was lavender in colour, a variety of deep & light hues, however, it was fucking obvious. You craved death as one would crave coffee, despite coffee being an energy booster.

“Do you like the colour purple?” What? Shit, you blanked out so hard from internalized cringe. “Yea, purple is a dope colour, although, I prefer red, to be honest.” What the actual fuck, you were so smooth, normally you’d freeze and fuel a prolonged period of silence before spewing out questions in rapid succession. The large, beautifully chiselled, masterpiece that stood before you wasn’t focused on your social quirks; well maybe, however, he wasn’t making it obvious, so for all you knew he wasn’t. His gaze, what a handsome man. You found Bison hard to read, however, you also enjoyed the many poker faces he put on. Thoughts of desire pulled your sight into your mind, images of touching his face while grinding against the man's growing concealed excitement, it made your own privates flush.

He grinned. You cock your head to the side. He approached. You take a step back, blushing mildly. You haven’t really seen your boss smile before; minus the exception of putting someone in their place or the joy from winning. A large hand extends forth with an open palm, perhaps the correct reaction to such a gesture was to grab said arm? Without hesitation followed by the need to not offend boss man, you decide to grab his hand with both of your own. You say absolutely nothing besides a simple nod & smile.

You are both escorted to a table once a very overworked waitress finally has time to tend to the two of you. A comfy booth with black leather cousins & matching table with Purple iris napkins is temporality given to you. You both are now seated & decide to look through the menu.

-

Food was ordered a while ago; Mac & cheese, a lasagna, two glasses of water, a bottle of wine. You never told him you were a lightweight. Smug energy filled your core as you leaned low on the table; hands cupped neatly together as you rested your chin atop your knuckles. You only had half the bottle, leaving the rest for Mr Bison, you weren’t some greedy & ungrateful runt after all. You knew all too well how he felt about those types. A sudden pain in your chest reminded you that you had a weak heart from stress. Shit. Perhaps you read the atmosphere wrong? Man, you started to ponder if the vibes you read before drinking were more fueled by hormones or obsessive daydreaming, probably both.

“Slow staff huh?” Your body rings in delight at the tone of his voice, you hadn’t upset him. You wiggle slightly before sitting down, crossing nervous legs before swiftly placing your hands on your lap.

“Yea, haha.”You stammer out, blinking rapidly. He’s rarely blinked through most of the date, was this a date though?

“Got any little ideas of how to pass time in that head of yours.” He stated softly yet firmly with that goddamn flat poker face of his. Sharp pain surges through your chest as your heart strains against the pressure shooting through it; its warmth & speed overwhelms your body & mind as M. Bison leans in close over the table, his massive body loaming over yours.

“I-I-I-” You stutter; eye’s wide as your body begins to freeze up.

“Cute.” The boss stated with a smile that beamed with overwhelming confidence. “Now come! Crawl under the table for me.” Confusion rang loudly within your drunken mind along with a sense of concern & caution. Your heart continued to throb harshly yet your body started to sink low into the seat, faster than you could process, your whole body felt so heavy. The sight you were met with would have made your heart stop if it were any other regular dude, however, Bison was far from such boring normality. A hard cock tucked away under tight fabric graced your sight; followed by the strange sensation of calm & blankness that caressed your mind despite the pain that raged in your chest. Did it feel like a cigarette, wtf? A sensation of a whole-body orgasm ravages your body & mind, starting and ending within your mind, swirling downwards to your toes, only to dance upwards to the sockets of your eyes & linger. Exhaustion & bliss held you so closely, did thoughts become harder? You tried hard to fight the intoxication you were facing beyond the booze you consumed, which seemed to cause a ripple effect of pain in the center of your brain. Something else was pushing against your consciousness, weighing it down, holding it down. Thought was no longer a right but a privilege.

Pleasure swirled within your head again and slowly made its way up & down your body. Staring, that was all you could do now. At his hard cock, as it twitched, fighting against the fabric that kept him modest.”This restaurant is notorious for taking its sweet time,” Perfect person’s voice was nice, his cock was equally as nice. Lick? You wanted to lick so badly. Arousal burned at your private region, a deep need screaming at you to move & act; to lick and indulge but you couldn’t, you were stuck like a doll. All you could do was blink, movement of your eyes was met with the strain of pulled muscle.

“You like this, don’t you?” His right hand reached downwards, under the table; grasping his balls. He pulled them up & let go, bringing his hand back up to the table, away from your view. Your eyes soaked up the bounce, the motion. If arousal was knocking before, it was banging & screaming now. “ An eager meat puppet aren’t you? Now, kneel!” You couldn’t hear any background noise anymore, not even the other customers, just his voice.

“Hey! Let me try shit!” You drop over face first, hard. You are on your hands & knees, your face pressed against the carpet floor, the friction jolting you from your trance just for a moment. You use this chance to sit up & attempt to gain agency with your actions. Successfully sitting up, you take a slow deep breath and exhale. Pain strikes the center of your brain, a roaring splitting headache reminding you that someone else is knocking behind the curtains.

“Cease struggling, I know you enjoy what you have the privilege to see.” Contempt rang in his tone, inside of your mind, an overpowering emotion that made you want to hurl up your guts & run. You couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You repeated the words like a broken record that feared being thrown in the trash & forgotten. His cock twitched once again, and pleasure ravaged your body once more as your limbs moved on their own. You watched while in a high state of arousal as your body coiled around one of his legs, dry humping & grinding against the edge of his left boot. Whining while rubbing your genitals against the tip of his boot. Precious pressure & friction.

“Good meat-puppet” Endearment?! Perfect person was pleased with you!!~ Despite your slow weak heart, you felt a surge of energy flow within you that made it soldier though. Deep Joy flower through your skin in the form of warmth. “I know you thought of this earlier, what a little horny spaz~” You whine and grind harder while your arms and hands explore his muscular leg, rubbing his thigh & calve as your body gets itself off. You still weren’t allowed to lick & touch his masterpiece but he made sure you damn well stared.

“This is simply an appetizer for what is to come pet, now behave.”

You instantly pull yourself back & up onto the seat, sweat dripping down your skin, soaking your clothes. Your body feels so weak yet good but also denied at the same time. You had been so close to orgasm, why did you fucking do that? Was he talking to you? Do you hear voices now??? Why were people staring at you like a deranged freak? Why weren't they looking at him? Did he do that? Your mac & cheese is slowly slid towards you by a very concerned & tired waitress. You didn’t say anything, you thought nothing & simply stared at Bison. This time however it was by choice. Horror & arousal fought & pulled at each other like a twisted dance.

“Plez” “Plez Later” Is all you could mutter out, confusing the hell out of the waitress but amusing Bison, a slight smile, not a toothy grin, but a smirk.

[kyrinasha]

the rest of the london asks? for me?

For you, my friend? Anything

hastily scrawled warning note: if you could go back and change one decision you made in the game, what would it be?

Probably get kicked out of university. At that point in the game I wasn't really Reading. The reading game much. So I just kinda picked something based on efficiency, rather than character-based. There's probably something else I'm not remembering atm but that's the first that comes to mind

puzzling map: favorite in-game location?

I'm really fond of Irem. It's quasi-place-situation and how it might actually feel to be there is something I like a lot. Plus I find the warp mechanic fun to deal with, although I will admit I use a guide

london street sign: what location(s) would you most like to visit in real life?

Irem also. It would be so normal. But besides that I'd want to visit Flute Street or maybe the City in Silver

trade secret: is there anything you wish you knew before starting the game?

I wish I knew to Read in the damn Reading Game. Who would have thought that might increase my enjoyment and prevent burnout

first city coin: which city, besides london, are you most curious about? past or future cities are both fair game.

My first thought goes to the seventh city, but not specifically about the seventh itself. I'm curious as to what living in the seventh feels like, to those who know it will be the last.

antique mystery: do you avoid spoilers, or do you not mind them?

Could not give less of a shit about spoilers boss. I'm an enjoyer of things happening in context as much as I am of things just happening. You could tell me all of the spoilers in the world and I would simply go "cool I can't wait to get there : )"

attar: most interesting place outside of london?

There are too many to pick just one when we only get them in fragments. I need to play more sseas I think

unlawful device: do you enjoy the laboratory?

The lab's alright. I enjoy it well enough in that there's not a terribly complicated procedure, but it also has enough variability that it's not too boring. Also Cora Bagley is in there and I love her

stolen kiss: if you could add one canon spouse option to the game, who would it be?

CITY IN SILVER. LET THE COLLABORATOR BE THE CITY IN SILVER/THE CREDITOR'S THIRD. PLEASE. I mean this very explicitly as the City not any of the city candidates thank you. Weirder romance options please and thank you < 3

infernal contract: has your oc sold their soul? if not, do they plan to? if they have, would they ever want it back?

Ze has not! It's actually one of the few things that ze hasn't done. While ze is interested in doing it to have that experience, ze also wants a guaranteed return of hir soul, which is not something the devils seem willing to do. Out of character, I simply don't want to have to grind surprise bundles until I get it back. I'd say it happens in canon but it doesn't feel like ze's been in a good enough situation to just say it happened, you know? Probably one day

[dameronology]

cigarette daydreams (javier pena)

summary: javier pena has been admiring you from a distance for a while - you're young, pretty, and sharp as a goddamn knife. it's just a shame you can't roll your own cigarettes.

warnings: like...this whole thing is just one big mention of smoking. don't smoke in 2022 kids. especially not inside. but in a fan fic set in colombia in the 1980s?? i'll allow it. also swearing and implied age gap.

i haven't written for javi for a while and this idea just hit me in the smoking area of a nightclub so naturally i left early to write it. i don't know what that says about me. enjoy.

- jazz xx

You’d just turned up at the office one day.

Javier couldn’t quite put his finger on when he first saw you. He’d got a glance at the back of your head in the break-room one time, and then from there on out, you’d sort of just been there. In the office, coffee in one hand and cigarette in the other, and out in the parking lot, grinding the gears of your 1974 Jeep just enough to make him cringe.

Everyone in the office took notice of you - it was hard not to, really. Not with the way your heels tapped on the lino floors of the DEA office, or the way you breezed past all your co-workers in a cloud of Coco Chanel and the faded smell of tobacco. It took a lot to turn up every morning ready to speak over men three times your age and tell them that they were wrong; even more so to insist that running after Pablo Escobar in your Louboutins was a completely doable task. There hadn’t been someone like you in the office before. Maybe that was why everyone stared.

Javier Peña was no different; wherever you went, there was a pair of brown eyes following you. To the filing cabinet, to the trash can, to the coffee pot. You moved with such grace and such pose that he could only wonder why you chose to spend ten hours a day at your desk, highlighting case files and passing on information to your uppers. It wasn’t like they’d ever let you out in the field. You’d asked your boss once and he’d laughed. Told you to sit back down and be pretty. You would have hit him over the head if it wasn’t considered gross misconduct.

Javier never managed to actually strike up a conversation with you. Very rarely was he left stumped by a woman; it was normally the opposite, in fact. It was just that coming face-to-face with you seemed like the most terrifying thing known to man. And considering his line of work, that was really saying something.

You seemed like a hard person to talk to - always had the vibe that you didn’t want to be bothered. Nobody could blame you, not in an office full of men who did nothing but stare at your ass whenever you walked past. It was self preservation, really.

He never felt like he could reach you – not until he found you perched out on the steps of the DEA office at 11PM. He’d pulled another late one, trying to pull together enough paperwork so that he could have a relaxing weekend. The bull-pen had completely empty inside, so he hadn’t expected to see anyone. Especially not you.

You were sat on the bottom step, heels kicked off and bag and jacket strewn to the ground. The air was still thick with the Colombian heat; not enough to make your stick to the back of your neck, but certainly enough for your shirt to. The roads were completely quiet now, with the only occasional taxis passing, and crickets quietly chirping in the distance. A cold breeze would come past every so often - that was the only sign that it was Winter, really.

“So, you can’t roll a cigarette?”

You glanced up at Javier, eyes wide with surprise. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Only long enough to see you drop half your tobacco to the ground.”

“Of course,” you snorted. “Steve Murphy, right?”

“Javier Peña,” he corrected you. “Mind if I take a seat?”

“Shit, sorry,” you bit your lip. “Be my guest, Peña.”

“Easy enough mistake to make,” Javier continued, dropping down beside you. “Because it makes sense for the white man to have a latino name-”

“- you two are always lumped together as Peña and Murphy,” you shot back. “I never stared at either of you long enough to work out which is which.”

Shame, he thought.

“Here,” he reached over and took the cigarette papers from your hand. “You’re really shit at this.”

“I can’t be good at everything,” you replied. “Try as I might.”

“Sounds tiring,” Javi said. “Why don’t you smoke straights like the rest of the guys here?”

“I normally do,” you explained. “I left them in the glovebox of my car and it’s in the shop, I only had my back-up tobacco in my desk drawer.”

“Back up tobacco?”

“A good agent is always prepared,” you winked at him. “Even if I can’t roll the damn shit.”

“You could have just asked one of the guys, couldn’t you?” he asked. “Between us, there’s probably about a hundred cigarettes rattling around in that house.”

“And willingly strike up a conversation where I’m called sweetheart, darling and honey ten times?” you challenged. “There’s a reason I stick to myself, Peña. The guys in that office don’t take me seriously.”

“They should,” Javier countered. “You were responsible for half of Uncle Sam’s takedowns last year. Florida, was it?”

“And New York,” you replied. “They transferred me out here for a promotion. It never struck me that the sexism out here could be worse than back there. There’s some real backwards thinking in this place.”

“I agree,” he said. “Don’t listen to them, though. Half of them are desk jockeys and the other half are corrupt. You keep your head up and people are bound to notice you eventually.”

“Eventually,” you groaned. “That’s always what I want to hear.”

Javi snorted, tossing aside your shittily rolled cigarette - he’d given in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own, handing you a straight. You didn’t care to look at the brand but if his taste in cigarettes was anything like his aftershave, they were probably flashy and expensive. But after hours of not being able to roll your own and craving nicotine, you just shoved the damn thing in your mouth and snatched the lighter from his hand. Some itches needed to be scratched and they couldn’t wait.

“Shit, that’s good,” you murmured. “It’s only been like…six hours. I really need to cut down.”

“Six hours?” Javi’s eyebrows shot up. “Mierda. You make my chain smoking look bad.”

“My acrylics go to shit way quicker if I chain smoke,” you stuck your hand, waggling your bright red nails at Javier.

“Seems like a lotta effort just for work, no?”

“I could say the same about your mustache,” you shot back. “Why’d you spend so much time on something that’s just gonna scratch the fuck outta the people you kiss?”

“Hey - don’t hate it til you try it.”

“Please,” you snorted. “I’ve known you ten minutes. At least buy me a drink before you invite me to kiss you-”

“ - I didn’t mean it like that,” Javi groaned. “But hey - is that an invite too?”

“To buy me a drink?” you smiled at him. Your eyes met his for a second, trailing up and down his figure until they settled back. “You’re not ugy. And you’re not my superior, either so…why the fuck not?”

“Maybe I can teach you how to roll properly too.”

“No need,” you dusted up your skirt and stood up. “I can just steal your cigarettes.”

Brown eyes followed after you, down the steps and towards the only car left in the parking lot.

“You can have my house if you want.”

[just-a-quirkless-loser]

What Did I Do To Deserve You?

ITS WHAT!?!

Alpha Dabi x F! Omega Reader

Words: 2.5K

Summary: Dabi finds out it’s your birthday

Soundtrack: ‘Safety Net’ by Ariana Grande ft. Ty Dolla $ign

Cuddling with your alpha, Dabi, is always the best. His smokey scent always engulfs your entire being as his strong arms keep you grounded against his chest. He always looks at you like you’re the best thing on this planet. Although, his snuggles are the least of your concern right now. 

Right now, you’re trying to figure out how you’ll survive another minute of the cuddling position he has chosen for this moment. He’s sitting on the couch with you straddling his hips, your body arched into him as he keeps on hand settled on your ass. The other hand is fumbling with a Wii controller, clumsily playing bowling. It’s actually kinda cute how much your alpha loves to play video games (you hypothesis it may be because of how he was treated as a child but, Dabi barely talks about his childhood nowadays). 

The problem, however, is that your alpha has decided to make you suffer. His hardness grinds into your core every time you try to move. You swear up and down in your mind that he does this on purpose to torture you for going to work every day. It’s pure agony laying there, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter after each second. 

Dabi, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He enjoys the way your core radiates warmth on his dick. Plus, you’ve been at work so much lately that he’s barely had you to himself for longer than an hour before you retire to your shared bedroom and pass out from exhaustion. Your asshole boss has been keeping you in the office longer since you have a big project coming up. 

The alpha within him hates being separated from his omega but, he understands that you need your own independence. Thus, having this Thursday morning with you all to himself has made him incredibly happy. He thinks for a moment that maybe you might be sick (you only ever call out of work if you physically can’t make it) but you show no signs of illness. Then, his mind rejoices at the idea that you’ve finally agreed to quit your stupid job and allow him to provide for you; you quickly shot down this motion and told him you simply wanted to relax for once. He pouts. 

“I’m not giving up hope,” you giggle and kiss his cheek. Kissing him on the lips would be a dangerous game right now. 

“I’m sure you won’t, alpha,” Dabi’s nose flares. Glancing down at you, he runs his tongue along his teeth. Goodness, how have you survived this long in his lap? 

Your starting match with your mate is cut short by your phone ringing. You flick his nose on your way up and yelp as he swats your ass in retaliation. You look back to glare at him but he’s innocently looking at the t.v., looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. Sometimes you truly cannot believe this same man works for the League. 

“Hello, Momma,” you sigh a bit as you answer the phone. You didn’t expect her to call you. 

“Y/N!!! Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. How are you enjoying it?” you can hear Dabi pause his game. You silently curse your mother for finally deciding to be attentive to you.

“It’s going good, momma. I took off of work for the day,” by now, Dabi is silently staring at you. His tall figure looms over you as he mouths ‘birthday’ to you. You nod your head, wondering for a moment how the fuck his hearing is so good. 

“You deserve it. It’s such a beautiful thing to turn 17,” you sigh once again. You suppose you were asking too much for your mother to remember your age in addition to remembering the day she pushed you out of her vagina. 

“Momma, I’m turning 20,” you try not to let her ruin your mood. You try to be thankful that she’s at least making an effort. On the other hand, Dabi looks at the phone in disgust. You’ve never really told Dabi about your childhood but, he had picked up over time that you were in the same boat as himself.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry. Time is flying by so fast,” you just shake your head.

“Yeah, it really is. I have to go, ma. I’m getting ready to go do some shopping. I deserve it.”

“Yes, yes you do. I love you, Y/N,” you can tell she feels bad.

“As I do you, momma,” you end the call. You know it must hurt her when you don’t tell her you love her back but, you’ve never been able to tell her that. You care for her but, it’s so hard forgiving her. 

“IT’S WHAT!?!?!” ahhh, yes, you now have to deal with Dabi. It’s actually kinda funny how your birthday has just now dawned on his mind. However, you don’t dare laugh because you already know he feels bad enough for not knowing in the first place. “Omega, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I don’t normally celebrate it. My boss normally gives me the day off no matter how much I protest. I just wanted to spend the day with you,” you relish in the warmth of his palm as he starts to stroke your cheek. You stare into his deep, cerulean eyes, feeling yourself get lost. “Don’t feel bad, alpha. It’s not that important.”

“IT IS IMPORTANT,” he snaps a bit, nuzzling your head. “It’s the day you were born to be mine. I don’t know what I’d be without you.”

“You’d be the same, just a bit more aggressive,” you giggle. You have no doubt in your mind that your alpha would be single without you. It takes a special kind of person to deal with your Dabi. 

“That’s beside the point. Why didn’t you celebrate your birthday?” your eyes narrow as he speaks in the past tense.

“I DON’T celebrate it because I never got into it. I never really told you this ‘cause uh,” you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. You know that you owe it to him to at least give him a good explanation. “Growing up, my parents were on really hard drugs. I mostly tried to avoid being in the house after things got bad so I was out working most of the time, trying to survive. I never really noticed my birthday since, you know, I was too preoccupied with taking care of myself. Then, the years started going by too fast till I just gave up trying to celebrate.”

“Y/N, Omega, look at me when I say this,” he cups your face in his hands, his nose rubbing against your, both of your eyes staring at each other. “Never feel ashamed of your past. Never feel ashamed to tell me things about yourself. I will never judge you. I love you so much, baby. Never forget that.”

“Yes, alpha,” and the matter was forgotten in your eyes. For the rest of the day, Dabi treated you like a queen (although, if you’re being honest, it didn’t really feel any different from how he normally treats you. If anything, he didn’t even let you walk). That night, he cooked you dinner and played with your hair the way you liked as he lulled you to sleep.

Once he was sure you were asleep, Dabi crept out of the bed. He watched you for a moment as you whined, hand-stretched out searching for your alpha. Your hand soon found his scented pillow and you decided it would be your ‘faux’ Dabi. It was adorable. Dabi made sure to snap a few pictures before sneaking out to the living room to make his call. 

“Dabi, this better be fucking good. It’s booty-call hours and I know you’re not calling me for that….unlesssss?”

“Giran shut the fuck up and listen. I want to use some of my money to take Y/N on a small trip for her birthday. Not too extravagant. She hates shit like that,” Dabi was already regretting calling the man. 

“When’s her birthday?” Dabi could hear Giran shuffling around with a piece of paper. He could imagine he was probably writing down information. 

“It was today. She just t-”

“What the fuck, Dabi?!?! How could you forget her FUCKING BIRTHDAY?! SHE’S THE BEST FUCKING THING YOUR SORRY ASS IS GONN-” Dabi had to cool the rage of his inner alpha.

“She just fucking told me, you old, senile bastard. She wasn’t even going to tell me. I found out because her good-for-nothing mother called,” Dabi was pinching the bridge of his nose. He was still pissed you hadn’t shared something so important with him. He was even more pissed at himself for not realizing sooner. 

“Oh...my bad. How soon do you want the plans to be made?”

“As soon as possible. I don’t care how much money it costs to get reservations and shit. I just want to treat her the way she deserves. Also, tell Shigaraki that I’ll be out of commission for the days you book. I mean it. None of you better fucking call me,” his voice dropped an octave. “This is my omega’s time. I’ll let you sorry fucks die if you’re stupid enough to get into trouble while I’m gone.”

“Geez, I get it. I’ll tell the others. If it’s for Y/N, we’ll lay low for a few days,” you had managed to weasel your way into the hearts of the group. Every time one of them had come to your home pleading, you took care of them. Hell, even Shigaraki tolerated you. 

“Thank you,” Dabi meant it. “I’ll let you get back to your sleep.”

Then, he was back in the bed with you. You knew nothing of what had happened and he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he told you of the plans he (well, technically Giran) made. 

                                                          ***

“Hell no,” why did you have to be such a difficult omega? “I have a job, Dabi.”

“Baby, it’s only a few days. I know you have more than enough vacation days saved up. Just let your daddy take care of you,” you blushed hard. You had been getting ready for work when Dabi told you he had planned something for your birthday.

“Dabi, I can’t just not show up to work. Plus, I have work to do for this project,” you went to step around your alpha when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

“No, you don’t. I already asked your boss and he said you can come. It’s only for a few days babe. I promise you’ll love it,” he was giving you his pout. You turned your head to the side knowing that you would cave in to his demands the longer he looked at his face. You must resist temptation. You must...you must...you...have never seen Dabi look at you the way he is now. He seems so excited for whatever he has planned. You can’t bring yourself to deny his excitement. 

“Fine. What do I need to pack?” Dabi rejoiced in your defeat, smiling down at you. 

“I’ve already packed for you,” your alpha pulls a suitcase from underneath the bed. Ahhh, so that’s where some of your clothes had gone. “I’ve already got the car outside all gassed up, Giran said he’ll drop by to make sure the house is taken care of, and I’ve got your favorite snacks waiting to be eaten by you.”

This man truly loves you with all his being. You spend the next hours napping in the car per Dabi’s request. Even though you’d never admit it, it feels so good to have a break from working in your work cubicle. Maybe, you’ll decide to take a few more days off more often. After you wake up for your cat-nap, you eat your snacks like a good girl, giggling at any of the stupid roadtrip games Dabi comes up with. 

Every time you ask about your destination, Dabi just shoots you a conspiratorial grin and tells you to “enjoy the ride like a good girl.” You squint your eyes at him the first few times as you think about reaching over to grab his dick. You decide against it, your self-preservation telling you that idea may not be the best course of action. 

The day is slowly turning into evening but you don’t mind. The day has been immaculate at your alpha’s side. 

Eventually, Dabi tells you to close your eyes. You do so with no argument, ready to see what your surprise is (at this point, you’ve learned there is no point in trying to protest). You hear the car stop and Dabi helps you out, his hands covering your eyes as he walks you somewhere. From what you can feel, you’re somewhere with gravel. That revelation does nothing to tell you where you are. 

“How much further?” you whine. You’ve been walking for a few minutes now, every so often you stumble over a pebble, making Dabi laugh.

“How do you manage to trip and I’m literally guiding you?” you huff.

“Answer my question fool,” you yelp as Dabi gives you a quick swat to the butt. You rub the sting away and give him an imaginary glare. 

Instead of answering, he uncovers your eyes to the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life (aside from Dabi ofcourse). A log cabin stands in front of you, large windows spanning from the ground to the ceilings. It looks like it may be made of pine wood. Everything looks so polished and poised. But, that’s not even the best part. 

From where you stand, you can smell water. Walking a few steps ahead of Dabi, you can see a beautiful lake behind the cabin, the water glistening as it reflects the setting sun. Hues of magenta, tangerine, and candy apple sprays across the sky. Light is giving way to night before your very eyes and you feel yourself beginning to tear up. The sandy beach feels heavenly on your toes, the air feels calm and fresh, the lake still sparkling. 

You can still hear Dabi behind you as you wrap your arms around yourself. You try to cry silently but, you just end up full-on sobbing. No one has ever done something so thoughtful for you; no one has cared enough about you to do anything like this.

Your alpha doesn’t ask you what’s wrong. He just keeps you against his chest as he lets you deal with your emotions. By the look on your face, he can tell he’s done a good job by consulting with Giran. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my omega,” you grin. You’ll have to start letting him care for you more often if this is what he comes up with.

You both walk along the beach, laughing at each other when either of you trip on the mounds of sand. It’s another moment of calm that is reserved for only the two of you. 

“So, you do like the beach?” Dabi looks nervous as he holds you.

“I love it.”

“Good. It’s our beach now,” and, although it sounds innocent enough, you look at him with squared eyes.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I bought the beach,” give it some time to set in. Okay, maybe a few more moments of digestion.

“YOU DID WHAT?!?!”

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G O L D

chapter one

summary: [y/n is a young stripper who is adored by many men. harry styles is a man who loves to carry danger with him]

word count: 4222

pairing: stripper!y/n and gangleader!harry

warnings: violence, vulgar language, sexual acts, alcohol and drug

to be honest, i was a little hesitant to post it here and i don’t know if this story will blow up on tumblr or get many notes but that’s the last thing on my mind right now. i just want to share what i’ve been working on that kept you guys waiting for almost a year lol sorry about that. But yes, she’s finally here!! I posted first on wattpad before i put it here, I felt like the only way to reach out more people to read it it’s through that. And also, i decided to use a name on wattpad but I’d use the term ‘y/n’ on tumblr. Enjoy it all my loves! Give me feedbacks!💜

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Harry fixes the collar of his sheer black shirt before tucking it neatly inside the black trousers he's currently wearing. He normally goes something more extravagant for going out. His closet is filled with colourful ruffles and Hawaiian shirts along with 'more than one colour' suits. However tonight, he needs to lay low for a bit. Especially when he's about to step into one of the most famous strip clubs in New York in an hour to meet up with the manager.

He's very much aware of the reputation he has put on himself out there. Though there's no use of camouflage and hiding, he still doesn't want a cause a scene,

Yet.

His hand lifts a bottle of Tom Ford from the dresser before spraying it twice on his neck. Stepping away from the full length mirror, he grabs his cross necklace from the bed before putting the accessory around his neck as he walks out of the room.

"Talk to me Reece" his heavy accent echoes the hallway as he walks downstairs, watching his few men pocketing their weapons,

Reece, the brown skinned man with tattoos nods. "He's there. Just got a word from Bianco. He appears isn't expecting you, Boss. However I do believe he knows you're coming soon. The club is far too crowded than usual but Bianco is taking care of that right now." He informs, showing him the message on the phone,

Harry can only scoff, nodding at him as a thank you. "That son of a bitch should've. Owes me more than fucking money." He mutters, inserting the .45 ACP inside his gun holster. "The car's ready?"

Nodding, Reece leads Harry down towards the basement. "As requested. Lamborghini Murcielago in blue hera. Pack with 640 PS and 471 kW, rules around 213 mph if you consider on hit and run. Still, I pack a standard Aeropack wing if you wanna go slow tonight. The windows? Bulletproof. In case anyone tries to kill you." Harry knows he's only joking about the last part. No one dares try to kill him before he does it. It's a pattern that everyone knows by now.

Harry lets out a low whistle, softly shaking his head as the machine beauty appears. Tracing lightly with his ring cladded fingers along the hood of the car. "Not planning to hit and run tonight, Reece. Not even thinking about racing down the street with my weapon outside the window. You don't have anything more. . . Less attractive?" He questions, still staring at the gorgeous car ahead of him,

"You know I don't do less, boss." Reece winks playfully, laughing to himself as he watches Harry roll his eyes. "Besides. Who knows you'll get yourself a bird tonight, eh? Take her out on a stroll before bringing her home to your place. Women love fast cars." He comments, pressing the button on the keys as the door opens,

Humming as a response, Harry walks towards the driver's seat, "I don't date anymore, thought my right hand man knew tha' " He speaks, words laced with seriousness while grabbing the keys from Reece's fingers,

He can only sigh and nod his head. "Understood. Yet, Kendra is like what? Two years ago? Gotta get yourself something better, boss. You deserve it. So do it tonight." He suggests, watching him going inside the car before shutting the door,

Harry smiles a bit, inserting the keys inside the ignition before starting the car. "Noted."

The dark haired man steps away from the car. Giving Harry a salute. "I'll be right behind you. See you there."

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Y/N Y/L/N stands in front of the mirror as she applies another layer of red lipstick on her plump lips. Securing the tube back as she puckers her mouth to see if it fits the colour for tonight. She twirls, watching carefully how the gold lingerie clads perfectly around her breasts and down to her curvy hips and thick thighs.

She stops once her plump ass is facing the mirror, admiring how beautiful and big her bum is in the lingerie. It's a compliment really. She loves working out to give her bum a bit bigger. It's not that she hopes she'll gain attention from people, she just loves her body. She worships every piece of it despite what other people think of it. Insecurity was her biggest enemy but not anymore. After reading lots of books and poems about self love she learns that there's nothing she should be ashamed of.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion from her table, she squeezes the bottle into her hand before rubbing her bum with the cold cream, rubbing it neatly to make sure she doesn't miss a spot.

Another thing, she loves moisturizing her plump flesh before the show. It's sexy

"Joe is asking for you." She hears a voice coming from behind, craning her neck to see her closest co-worker Violet, already in her usual purple wig and attire as she stands beside Angelina. "I love working as a stripper but he really needs to learn to be patient and. . . shut up, i guess?"

Y/N releases a small laugh, moving her long dark wavy hair to rest on her chest. "I know, I know. Jesus, I've told him fifteen minutes prior that I'll take longer than usual." She slips on her gold heels and turns to face Violet, who's biting her lip as she stares at Angelina's body up and down. "Okay, how do i look?"

Violet raises her eyebrow, as if it's something her friend shouldn't be asking. "You kidding? You look like a sex goddess. Gonna get all the men on their knees for you, girl"

Scoffing, she shoots her a wink and a flirtatious smile. "Old men with beer bellies? No thanks. I'd rather make out with Gordon." She replies, seemingly disgusted about the thought of grinding on an old man's lap tonight.

"Is that a bet I hear?" Violet questions, leaning towards her a bit as she waits for her friend’s response. "Please tell me that it is so I can earn extra cash tonight."

Gordon is a perverted bartender that always keeps his eye on Y/N throughout her routine. He's 40 and is always asking Angelina on a 'date' and by date, he means her ass on his lap. Clearly something Y/N isn't too fond of. Him specifically. Violet and Y/N have always made a joke about him, something they could make a playful banter in every chance they get.

Plus, she heard he's married. Isn't he supposed to find another job rather than here? If his wife found out what kind of a sleaze bag she married, she would be crushed,

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shoves her playfully by the arm. "Ha ha, very funny" she answers, resuming to untangle her hair from knots.

Violet laughs, pinching her on the hip as she lets outa small squeal. "Just messing with you, baby. Good luck out there. Put the rest of us to shame tonight. . . Like any other night"

Y/N flips her off, yet knowing it's the truth. She's not trying to sound like a condescending bitch here but none of the girls here are actually capable to do what Y/N does. That's what makes men attracted to her. She knows what she's doing. She knows how to make a man hard.

"By the way, you heard what Joe's talking about earlier?" Violet asks, toeing off her heels as she exhales a relief sigh. "Damn those heels are killing me" She mumbles,

"No... What's about?" She turns her head to face Violet for her to explain, causing her to shrug her shoulders,

"Don't know much about it. . . But i hear Harry Styles is coming here to meet up with him. Something about transaction or shit" She waves it off, whispering it to Y/N, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping,

She almost chokes on her saliva after hearing Violet says the name. "Harry Styles?! The. . . mafia boss of New York..?" Her eyes widen at the possibility of the most dangerous man in the city paying a visit to the place she works at,

Nodding, Violet answers, "Yup. That Harry Styles. He's the devil. Let's hope this place doesn't turn into a war zone."

Y/N has heard about this Harry guy. The most feared man of New York. She does know a little bit of the relations between Joe and Mr. Styles. Almost every night she could hear Joe freaking out about this man. She may not know him that close, hell she had never even met him in person but people talk. One thing she learned about hearing his reputation, you don't ever want to mess with this guy.

Violet snaps her fingers to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. "Less worrying, girl. Come on, you got a show to put on yes?"

"Y-yeah. Fuck. . . now i'm scared" She breathes out, looking at her reflection in the mirror one last time. Calming down her mind.

After giving Violet a kiss on a cheek and receiving a tap on her ass, she takes a deep breath as she opens the beaded curtain and walk out to the club. Jhene Aiko is playing through the speakers, thanks to her who chose the music for tonight. She can already feel all eyes on her as she struts down confidently, putting on a smirk and winking at couple of men here and there. As much as it disgusts her, she grazes her hand along a man's arm who's biting his lip and looking at her up and down.

'What the fuck did i do to deserve this?' she thinks to herself, staring at the man in front of her who's probably the same age as her father. The thought of it makes her gag,

She gives the man a wink before getting up on the stage, hearing a few hollers from behind. reaching out to wrap her hand around the silver pole and her leg hooking up to support her body. Slowly twirling with her head thrown back and closes her eyes with money being toss at her direction before letting go and crutching down on her knees, moving close towards the same man earlier. He slips in a couple of hundred dollar bills inside her panties, causing the others to do the same.

This may be not how she pictures her success but damn, by the end of the week, her bank account can go from three to six digits.

She's definitely gonna hold on to that,

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It takes Harry close to thirty minutes to get here. He blames it all on the traffic, cursing to himself every time he stops at red lights. He parks his car close to the entry before he exits from the vehicle. He looks over his shoulder to find a familiar black car driving towards her, noting to himself it's Reece's. Seeing him wave his hand to make sure he's coming in later.

He clears his throat, clenching his jaw as he walks into the club. Reece wasn't lying, the club is too packed for tonight. As if God knew what is about to get down tonight and isn't going to let him get away with witnesses. He really needs to play safe for a while tonight.

As he strides through the room to find a table he has reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him, stroking his exposed chest and grabbing his shoulders. Most of them are gorgeous and he's tempted to touch their soft skin yet he has to hold it. Not that he isn't interested because he's definitely taking someone back to his place tonight--fucking Reece had to be right-- but he needs to get his head in the game for at least an hour before planning to do so.

Gently, he pulls back a chair for him to sit. He specifically asks for the furthest table so no one can figure out what he's about to do tonight. A glass of whiskey has been set on his table before he got here, waiting for Joe's arrival. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Reece and Bianco walking over to his table. One of them gives him a nod to acknowledge his presence.

Harry lifts the glass up to his lips and take a sip of it. Honestly, he hates doing all of this dirty work. Sure, he's the boss. But he despises complicated things. He should've known not to trust Joe about anything, yet when he begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head as he spat out a bunch of threats to the weakened man, he thought why not? If Joe didn't get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way. It's always a pleasure for him to do so.

"Mr. Styles! Ay, i'm so happy to see you. You look a lot cleaner than i saw you the last time, eh?" Joe's voice causes Harry's green eyes averts from the scene on the crowd. His eyebrows are knitted, jaw tightened as he taps his fingers against the table, causing the rings he's wearing to knock.

He owes him money worth $50,000. And this man had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened.

He is definitely going to kill him.

"Stop with all that shit and sit the fuck down. You owe me something Joe." Harry warns, pointing at him as Harry's men forces the dark haired male to sit down making him gulp. "You owe me 50 grand for that package you piece of shit."

Joe couldn't feel more terrified as he catches a glimpse of Harry's gun on the table, facing towards him. "I know Harry, I know. I didn't forget, okay? It's just the money is tight right now. The girls aren't getting the amount of money they used to be getting." Joe tries to reason but Harry isn't having any of it,

"Stop being a fucking pussy and blame your girls for the money you've lost. I'm running out of patience here, Joe. If you don't give me the money by the end of the week, you're a dead man. I still have one body bag left in my car and I wouldn't mind writing your name on it." Harry grits his teeth, looking at him with a dark look in his eyes. Hand gripping tightly around the glass

"No man, I need more than that. Please, I'll do whatever you ask me to. You will have your money man I promised." Joe begs, looking at Harry with hopeful eyes.

Harry finds it quite disgusting to see someone like him beg for mercy-- for the second time--or anything at all to be honest. He find that gesture is weak and vulnerable which makes him very easy to manipulate over. "I don't give out second chances."

Joe hears a gun clicks behind, he doesn't need to know what's going on. He knows one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. "Harry man. . . One more. . . Give me one more"

Harry isn't a patient man. He doesn't want people beg. He doesn't want him to beg. But he finds it interesting to see how it goes, playing along this little game of his.

"Fine. you give me your best girl and i'll give you two months." Harry offers, cocking his eyebrow as he leans back to relax himself. "No more than that."

Joe's eyes widen at Harry's demand. It's impossible to collect a 50 grand in two months, especially when he's short on it. He needs more than that. Still, he thinks two months is better than nothing. "Okay. . . Agreed. Just tell me which girl you want or-or i could bring one or two here, man. Take your pick."

Harry can only hum in response, scanning his eyes over the scene. Dozens of girls dancing on stage, few of them even has their bras taken off. It seems to him, none of these girls on the room is his type.

Until his green eyes fall on a certain slightly curvy woman with her leg wrapped around the pole.

Her long dark hair brushing lightly against the floor as she bend her back a bit. He observes the way her body move so dirty yet gracefully around the pole,  the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her brown eyes manage to flirt with the crowd and had them lure into her eyes including himself. He swears this girl just steps out of his daydreams. She looks perfect.

He admires how she circle her hips painfully slow, jealous how he isn't close enough to watch her plump flesh near his strong figure.

"Her. I want her" Harry points at the girl he can't take his eyes off. His voice sounds too possessive but he doesn't care if he does. He's too enhanced with the way she moves on that stage and he loves how she swats those dirty hands who seems desperate to cope a feel with a dirty look on her face.

'Seems like a fighter' he thinks to himself

"Y/N? You want her?" Joe asks after he realises who Harry's pointing at.

"Y/N? That's a gorgeous name. She's not taken is she? Not that i care anyway. She's a dime from what i can see here." He says, not tearing his eyes off of her while he sips on his drink. "You're gonna give me her to me aren't you?" Harry asks, his eyes are threatening enough for Joe so he nods his head as a response.

"Yes. Of course. If that's what you want."

"Fuck yes i do. Bring me to one of your rooms. I want a private from her" He demands before gulping down his drink, standing up to head over to the back. Not before glancing at the gorgeous woman one last time who stuffs a few dollar bills in her panties.

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After what it feels like forever dancing on stage and have men whistling at her to go over and give them more, she finally sit herself down on a chair in her dressing room and take a deep breath. Moaning in relief as she pulls her heels off while setting her timer on because she only has thirty minutes to rest before going back out there again. She leans back against the chair, sighing in a pure bliss.

She can hear a few girls talking and laughing while preparing themselves for their performance tonight, wishing she could just join in because Violet informs her earlier there's some juicy gossip she needs to talk about but she cant take it. She's too tired.

She has only closes her eyes for 10 minutes until a familiar voice speaks out,

"Where's Y/N?"

She groans internally. Can never mistake that voice soon as she hears it. Her manager, who sounds like he's panting, voice firm as if is an emergency to call her out like that. Y/N still has her eyes shut as she raises her hand up, not having the energy to respond.

"Okay, good. Y/N. You don't need to go back out there again. There's a special guest I need you to entertain. He's already waiting in the red room."

She nods and hum, only to realize what he means as her eyes bugs out.

Wait, what?

She's quick to turn around, brows furrows and mouth hangs open, not believing what she has just heard. "Pardon?"

"There's a man. A guy who I work with, waiting in one of the rooms. He specifically asked for you. I need you to at least give him an hour." Joe notifies, running his hand over his face as if he's stressed about something,

"You want me to give a lap dance to your co-worker?" She raises her eyebrow, not believing what he just asked her

Joe sighs angrily, "it's technically not--Y/N... please. No more questions, just go over there."

"Who's the guy?" she ignores his orders as she stands, crossing her arms across her chest. "Jesus, fuck. I really need my hair to breath" she mutters, brushing down her long dark brown hair,

"Harry Styles."

Y/N freezes in an instant. Looking up to stare at Joe in the eye to see if he's joking, he can only nod his head to confirm her questioning look. " you're shitting me."

"I'm not," Joe replies, walking over to her, not wanting the other girls to hear. "Y/N, I owe him money. I haven't got them yet and--"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and continue messing with her hair a bit more. "Not my problem."

He reaches out to grab her elbow, pulling her harshly causing her to stumble a bit. "Y/N, please... He wanted to kill me out there earlier. The guy brought a gun for God's sake. He gave me a month but until then... he wants you."

"You know i'm not a hooker" Y/N defeatedly sighs. She wants to help him, she does but it sounds like he's selling her off for a month to this notorious and dangerous guy who is named to be the deadliest man alive by the people of New York.

She loves money but no fucking way she's willing to die for it.

"I didn't say you were" He roughly says, hand gripping tightly on her arm. "Just... do it" He let her go, tired of the waiting because he doesn't want to make Harry pissed off now,

The girl sighs angrily, squeezing her eyes shut as she hesitates for a while. What the fuck did she get herself into?

"Fine. just give me a moment."

Giving her a smile, Joe thanks her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, telling her the door number Harry is in before walking out of the room. Soon after he walks out, she feels sick in her stomach. How could she ever go face to face with a man with blood in his hands? She's about to give this man a lap dance. Who knew he might've ask for more?

So now, as she finishes re-applying a layer of red lipstick, she heads out. Walking to the back of the room in a slow pace. Heart beating loud and fast as she's about to come face to face with this man. Still, she needs to play it cool. God really fucking hates her,

If he really does exists.

She takes a deep breath before opening the brown door carefully, pushing it open. Her knees almost buckle at the sight of Harry Styles, lounging on the leather couch. A cigarette squeeze between his fingers. legs spread open as if it's an invitation already made for her. His head turns towards the door, a smirk graces upon his face.

She's not going to lie. He is indeed dashingly handsome. With his arms resting on the back of the couch making his biceps look a bit bigger. He's got killer looks too. she studies. Sexy smile, and stubble which creates a sexier look on his face. She catches a glimpse of a silver cross necklace resting against his broad chest. His eyes are sharp. Looking at her up and down with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

"My, my" he lowly whistles, watching her every move as she enters the room. Locking the door behind her. "I wasn't wrong. You are a fucking dime."

Y/N giggles-- though feeling scared shitless-- and run her hands over her hair as she struts her way towards his figure. Purposely swaying her ass side to side a bit to tease him. "Mr.Harry Styles. . . I heard a lot about you. Word on the street is that you're a man that likes to carry a danger" she smirks seductively as she stands in between his open legs, dragging her finger slowly down her chest.

Her angelic voice is like music to his ears,

"Yeah?" he smirks, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. "Hope that doesn't scare you, doll. All i want is a dance from you, that's all. I also heard that you are their favourite girl. After seeing you danced on that stage, I now know why."

Again, she giggles. A small blush creeping on her cheeks, hopefully he doesn't see it. "You're a flirt aren't you, Harry? You do this to every girl?"

He places his hands slowly on her plump ass, he doesn't know if he's allowed to touch but he doesn't give a shit. She seems isn't bothered by it. He wants this girl and he wants her now.

"Only to those who i find interesting, baby. Now, are you going to show me what you got?" He asks, looking up to meet her brown eyes as he squeezes her flesh.

With a devilish smirk, she slowly sets herself down on his lap which causes him to let out a soft groan. She runs her hands down to his tattooed chest and toys with his cross necklace for a bit before whispering in his ear, "sit tight and relax, Mr. Styles. I'll be your good girl for tonight"

next chapter

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i really don’t want to write a super long chapter, because i’m afraid it’ll bore you guys so maybe--i hope-- this is enough. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this first chapter, let me know if you guys hate it or love it! I’ll appreciate it. love you guys!

[supernovanim]

Neighbours Part 3

Some people found my stuff and read it! And in celebration of that, here’s the third and final part. It’s a bit longer as I was enjoying writing. In personal news, I still have no job but had an interview this morning that went well. And my driving instructor got Covid so now I have to quarantine. Fun times!

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first

Summary: Dylan annoys you so you decide to torture him for a bit. Then hot stuff happens. The End.

Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Warnings: Smut. Voyeurism. Actual boning.

Word count: 2,622

Working from home wasn’t as fun as you’d initially hoped. Once you’d got over the novelty of being able to wear whatever you wanted, and decided pyjamas weren’t helpful to productivity, it was pretty much like normal work just with more video calls. You’d set up your home office in a corner of the living room next to the wide doors to the garden. Well away from potential distractions in the kitchen.

Speaking of which, you’d got some messages from Dylan

I’m bored, can I come over?

No, I’m working

Please? I’m so bored. Let me come over, I promise I won’t distract you.

Liar. You’d be a terrible distraction and you know it. I’m sure you can amuse yourself somehow.

You firmly set your phone aside and turned back to your laptop, losing yourself in the project. It wasn’t exactly scintillating, but you got into the flow of writing and didn’t look back up until almost lunchtime.

Now to grab some food. Maybe with a side dish of hot neighbour watching. You looked down at your outfit – as your AC was still bust you’d gone for very short denim cutoffs and a tiny vest top. You genuinely hadn’t worn it to tease Dylan, but there was no harm in having a little fun.

You sidled into the kitchen half hoping he wouldn’t notice, and headed straight for the fridge. No sooner had you got it open and were reaching for some salad when your phone rang.

“Have you finished work now?” Dylan pleaded

You closed the fridge door and looked up at his house, where he was standing wearing basketball shorts and no shirt, looking deliciously dishevelled.

“Not really” you responded sadly “I’ve got time for lunch, then I’ve got a zoom call, and I’m on a deadline”

“How much time for lunch?” he asked contemplatively, one eyebrow raised

“Not enough time for you to come over. Don’t even tempt me, seriously”

“No, no…that’s not what I was thinking, honest” he explained quickly, running one hand through his hair. “But...but maybe we could have a repeat of earlier? That outfit’s great. You look…great”

“Thanks” you grinned “But I’m only wearing it becau-“

Dammit. You were interrupted by another call on your cell.

“I’m really sorry Dylan, I’ve got to take this call it’s work” you blurted out, switching calls and shooting him an apologetic look through the glass.

“Hey Y/N. Sorry for the late notice but we really need to go over some stuff before the video call”. It was your boss, in a pretty typical bit of awful timing.

“Sure. OK, what’s up?” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound too annoyed.

As you lent back against the fridge and listened to your boss go over a million tiny points that really didn’t need to be discussed right now, you looked back up at where Dylan was at his window, rolling your eyes.

He looked irritated. He lent his forehead against the window in exasperation, visibly exhaling. You knew how he felt – bored, annoyed and turned on. You tried to focus on your boss’s voice to distract you from imagining licking the mole below Dylan’s left ear.

You saw him shift his weight a little and open an eye to look at you. A small smile played across his lips as one of his hands moved towards the waistband of his shorts. You frowned – this really wasn’t the time. But his hand kept moving down, until you could see the outline of his fingers palming against the growing bulge in his shorts. He looked back up at you and winked.

“Shit. Oh, sorry Karen I didn’t mean you” you hastily told your boss, turning away from the window “I…um…knocked something over. I’ll need to clean it up – can I call you back?”

“Don’t be long Y/N – this is important!”

You hung up and turned back to look at Dylan. You were seriously annoyed, but he just looked smug. You saw him reach for his cellphone again and ring you back.

“That was completely unacceptable” you snapped “That was my boss! I can’t believe you tried that”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It was just a little fun…you looked bored”

“Just because you don’t have to work right now doesn’t mean I can be available whenever you want me. It’s fucked up Dylan. I’ve got to go ring my boss back – I don’t want to talk to you any more”

And with that you hung up, turning on your heel and marching out of the kitchen without a backward glance. It felt good, for now at least.

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You tortured Dylan for two full days, ignoring his messages and calls.

You walked around your kitchen in tiny outfits, purposefully not looking out the window. When it got dark you walked around in just your favourite underwear, licking icecream from a spoon.

You wore your tightest yoga pants and took your mat out by the small pool, pretty certain you could be seen from Dylan’s deck doing downward dog. The crashing sound of someone walking into a sun lounger confirmed this.

You got a delivery of new sex toys and underwear and opened the package on your kitchen counter, holding the large rabbit vibrator up to inspect it thoughtfully. You don’t think you imagined the muffled “goddammit!” that came from next door.

After two days you thought he’d probably got the message. Besides, the vibrator wasn’t really enough. You threw on your favourite short red summer dress, walked into your kitchen and called him back.

He answered on the first ring “Y/N! I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again, promise”

He appeared at the window looking suitably contrite.

“It better not Dylan. What do you want from me?”

“This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want. What would you like me to do? What do you…like?”

“Hmm. Good question. Firstly, I like you with no shirt on”

“Done” he answered quickly, almost dropping the phone in his haste to pull his shirt over his head. You admired the way his lean arm muscles flexed as he reached to catch it.

“Since you asked nicely, I’ll tell you. I like lots of things. I like imagining licking that mole under your left ear”

His hand came up to rub at the spot unconsciously, as his ears turned pink.

“I like being kissed passionately. I like being pressed up against walls and held. I like my neck being sucked on while I grind up against a guy’s thigh.”

He closed his eyes and you heard a low groan

“I like my wrists being pinned above my head. I like my clothes being ripped off. I like my nipples being touched. Um…”

“Go on. Tell me Y/N, tell me what else you like”

You took a deep shaky breath

“I like fingers in me... I like fingers inside me and a mouth on my clit, tasting me. And then I like being fucked really hard – being pressed into mattresses or bent over counters or…”

His eyes shot open and looked at you “God…fuck that sounds so good. Please…please let me do that. Let me come over. I could make you feel so good, the whole neighbourhood would hear you scream my name” his voice was soft and low. “C’mon Y/N, you know you want to”

You ran a hand down the front of your dress slowly, enjoying the way the fabric brushed against your skin. Across the way you saw Dylan’s eyes darken with lust. You felt powerful, reckless, and very, very turned on.

Fuck it. “Alright, but be quick before I change my mind”

You giggled as Dylan scrambled away from the window, almost tripping up in his haste.

“Agh, I’ll only be a minute. Got to put shoes on” he babbled.

“You’ve got 5 minutes to get here before I start without you” you instructed, hanging up the phone and leaving the kitchen.

Just a few minutes later you heard a tap on your front door. Opening it you were confronted with a slightly out of breath Dylan, shirt on inside out.

“That was pretty qui..” you started, but were stopped by his lips meeting yours, backing you up hard against the hallway wall as the door slammed behind him. His body pressed fully against yours as his hands tangled in your hair.

You moaned, parting your lips as he slipped his tongue in between them. You could feel his hard length pressing into your thigh already as he pinned you to the wall. He moved his lips to your neck, sucking gently on a spot just under your ear that made you moan even louder.

“You sound so sexy right now” he murmured against your skin “wonder what other sounds I can get you to make”

His hands moved downwards, lifting your dress and running along your thighs. His long fingers brushed gently against the outside of your underwear, and you felt yourself bucking your hips towards him, desperate for more contact. Slowly he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband and pulled your panties down your legs and off, throwing them to one side.

Kneeling in front of you he lifted your dress and licked his lips slowly, looking up at you.

“You look pretty wet already, Y/N. Been thinking about this?”

You nodded and swallowed hard, too desperate to form full sentences. “Yes. Please”

“Please what?” he smirked

“Please lick me, taste me, fuck me. Anything, just do something please Dylan” you gasped frantically

He smiled and brought his face towards your core, and you felt him delicately lick a stripe across your slit, causing your legs to shake slightly as you lent against the wall.

Placing his hands behind your knees he hooked your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself between them and pressing you up the wall. You ran your hands through his scruffy hair, tugging slightly and eliciting a low sound from him as his mouth returned to pleasuring you. He continued to lick and suck, his tongue quickly moving across your clit as a tingling sensation started to spread across your body. Another moan left your mouth as you felt the warmth pooling in your belly.

Slowly you felt one of his fingers at your entrance, then two, pulsing in and out slowly.

“So, so good. Going to...g-going to” you stuttered, and he sped up his movements, sucking on your clit and twisting his fingers slightly.

“Cum for me Y/N, want your pretty pussy soaking before I fuck you” he growled, the vibrations from his words tipping you over the edge as you came hard, crying out his name, vision blurring.

Carefully he unhooked your legs and stood up, moving his body against yours. You could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you deeply. It turned you on even more, as you felt your arousal on the inside of your thighs.

Desperately you tugged at the hem of his shirt, wanting to touch him, feel him against you. He pulled it over his head and you placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warm skin under the pads of your fingertips.

He continued to kiss your neck as his fingers fiddled with the buttons on the front of your dress, becoming frustrated. With only two buttons undone he let out an exasperated sigh and tore at the fabric instead, popping the buttons off the front and leaving your bra exposed.

“hey, this is my favourite dress” you scolded, but he distracted you by kissing down the swell of your breasts and pushing the fabric of your bra down.

“I’ll make it up to you, promise. Christ, these are lovely” he sighed, as he attached his lips to one nipple and bit softly. It felt so good, you forgot entirely about the dress and tipped your head back, breathing out in satisfaction.

“Dylan...maybe we should take this to the bedroom”

“Yeah, the problem with that is if I’m not inside you within the next 5 minutes, things are going to get very messy”

You gasped at his words and moved your hands underneath his waistband, gripping his length. He hissed as you moved your thumb across the tip.

His eyes closed as he breathed deeply. “See what I mean – careful now”

“Been thinking about this, Dylan?” you looked at him teasingly. “Been thinking about fucking me?”

“God yes, I’ve not stopped thinking about it since that night you walked into your kitchen in that damn sexy underwear. Can’t stop thinking about it. Pretty much been hard ever since”

“Well maybe we should do something about that then”. And you unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down slightly, his cock springing free.

You continued to palm him with your hand until he grabbed your wrist “t-told you to be careful, you keep going like that I’m definitely going to ruin your dress”

He raised your wrist above your head and pinned it there with one hand, reaching into the pocket of his shorts with the other and removing a small foil package. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length, positioning himself at your entrance.

As he slid slowly into you his lips met yours, and you both moaned at the feeling. His length filled you up, pressing against all the sensitive spots on your walls. Once he was fully in he stilled, waiting for you to adjust. You shifted slightly against the wall, letting him hold you up. Once you’d got used to him you nodded, bucking your hips to encourage him to move.

Slowly he slid in and out of you, positioning himself to hit just right. You felt weightless, everything centred on the feeling of his movements as he thrust in and out.

You tangled your hand in his hair and brought your mouth to his ear. “Harder, Dyl”

He groaned and moved faster, slamming your back against the wall though you barely felt the pain. You hooked one leg up around his hip, deepening his access. He was hitting that sweet spot inside you and you felt a tingle begin at your toes and your walls start to clench.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” he choked out, his movements starting to become sloppy “I-I’m so close already”

He snaked a hand between your bodies and found your clit with his thumb, rubbing over the sensitive nub. The coil within you started to tighten again and your toes curled. Oh god, it felt so good and you wanted the feeling to go on forever, but as he bit softly at a spot just below your ear you felt yourself come apart

“Yes, yes, there, god don’t stop Dylan, yes!”

As your walls clenched around him you felt him tense and release, filling the condom and crying your name against your neck. Your combined moans filled the small hallway.

Slowly you came back down to earth and you felt him slip out of you, sighing at the feeling of loss. Your hands tangled in his hair again as he pressed a kiss to your damp forehead.

“That was incredible. So much better than drinking beer on my own. Thanks for letting me come over. Eventually”

“My pleasure” you smirked. “Do you want a drink or something now?”

“Oh no, I’m barely getting started. First I’m going to fuck you over your kitchen counter like I’ve been thinking of for the last few days. Then we might make it to the bedroom”

You smiled “I like the sound of that very much”

“Good to hear” he smiled, as he hooked your legs around his waist and picked you up. “Welcome to the neighbourhood”

THE END

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Paps and Cafes [T.H x Reader]

A/N- so hey I am back with my shitty fics. This is low-key based on my friend’s life and thanks to her for letting me write it down (only she knows what is the truth and what’s not). Anyways feel free to ignore:)

Summary- Is there any difference between being stressed at home than being stress at a cafe? Yes there is. You can put a show for others but in your case a certain someone came in for your aid. 

Warning- None 

Word Count- 1.6k

Life was not easy. Not as easy as you thought it would be. No one prepared you for the taxes, rent and bills. And literally no one told you how hard doing a job can be. Your salary was nothing compared to the hard work you did; the stress you took. 

You had no fun at all. Either you were too tired to go out and have a night out with your friends or you did extra office work for a bonus. Just like now. You are sitting in an outdoor cafe doing your office’s work when you could have been enjoying this weekend by relaxing. 

Why were you here?

Because you thought that it would be a good idea. You thought that it would refresh your mind, better than stupid small aparment. But guess what it wasn’t. 

You were still stressed. The people around were either on a date or were with their friends or family. Practically radiating good vibes. You tried not to stare at them but the task in our hand almost made you cry. 

Reaching out for the file beside the plate of donut; accidentally knocking the plate over. But you were too overwhelmed to care. Tightly clutching the file, tears of frustration evident in your eyes. It was getting too much now. 

“Come on Tess. We don't eat food off the floor. I am really sorry for your donut. Do you want me to buy you a new one?” the person asked. 

Looking up you saw a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap with hoodie on. You simply nodded your head in a no, wiping some tears away. “It’s okay. I don’t mind at all.” you gave a weak smile. Honestly you have lost your appetite. You just eat because it is necessary. 

“Can I ask if it was a chocolate donut? The man asked. 

“No, it was a plain one.” the man took the seat in front of you, taking off his glasses. “I know that this is none of my business but are you okay?” 

“Would you believe me if i said that I am.” 

“No. I just know that you are stressed because look at your table. All this stuff is giving me a headache so…. I think you should just wrap it up to clear your mind. And I don't wanna hear any excuse. okay? ” he didn’t press the matter further. He definitely doesn’t know what is going on in your life. All he knows is that he isn’t gonna leave you like this. 

You wanted to argue but it is not like anyone is this friendly to you on a daily basis. And a little walk wouldn’t harm. 

*

“You know what you should quit that job. I mean you don’t deserve being treated like that” tom said as he took the last bite of his ice cream. You still couldn’t believe that Tom Holland,the famous and successful actor, the heartthrob of almost all of the girls was talking to you.

He listened to you rant about your almost pathetic life and even bought you your favourite ice cream. 

You were of course shocked when you realised who he was despite him telling that he is a normal person like everyone else. He also squeezed your hand to reassure you that this is not a dream; that he is actually here. 

Both of you talked about your lives, likes and dislikes, hobbies. Only the basic stuff. You told him about your low salary job, your evil boss and your not so friendly coworkers. Your love life which was near to extinction. And about your parents who desperately wanted you to get settled.

“It’s not that easy Tom. I am looking for another job but I don’t know when I will find one. At least this job pays enough for food and shelter.” you told him or more like convinced yourself. 

Silence fell between you both until Tessa whimpered. She was obviously tired from the long walk and it was getting cold and windy as the sun started to set. “I guess this is where we part.” you said softly. Praying that this moment never ends. But of course that was not gonna happen. 

“Yeah.” he gave you a soft smile. And you were sure that you were giving the heart eyes. Making a fool of yourself as usual. 

“Oww!” 

“What? What happened?” 

“I got something in my eye.” you were hopelessly trying to get whatever the hell was in your eye out. “Wait a moment. Let me see.” Tom’s large hands cup your face while you get a hold on his arms out of instinct. 

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” it felt weird as his finger touched your eyeball. “Stop moving. You are making this harder than it already is!” you stopped fidgeting instantly. 

“There you go.” Tom backed away from you as you tried to blink away the uneasy feeling. “Let’s walk you home shall we?” Tom said as he picked very tired Tessa from the ground and carried her as if she was a toddler. 

“You don’t have to.” he just smiled. “I want to.” never in million years you thought that a top notch actor will walk you to your apartment. 

“I am sorry if I am intruding but I can’t believe you are not dating somebody and you just gave up on your friends. Is your job really worth it?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

“I am single by my choice not because of my job. My last relationship didn’t end well. She cheated on me and my “friends” took her side except my coworker Andy. I have got trust issues since then.” you explained him. 

“I am so sorry” he felt guilty to make you remember your relationship again. 

“Don’t be. I did go on a date once; the guy gave me a judgy look as soon as I told him that I am a bisexual. I mean do nice people just stop existing or what?” you huffed in annoyance. 

Meanwhile Tom was trying to process everything in his brain. He was actually starting to like you and was worried that you won’t feel the same way for him since you were into girls. But he heard word ‘bisexual’ his worries vanished. There is nothing stopping him from taking you on a date. 

Tom was smiling to himself until he heard the shutter of the camera went off. That could be only one thing. 

Paparazzi

Tom spotted two people not so far from them. Tessa tried to wiggle out of Tom’s arms but he didn’t let her. “Y/N hold my arm and keep up with my pace. The paps are here.” you immediately started to look up for them.  

“No Y/N don’t look for them!” Tom whisper yelled. 

The two of you walked as fast as you could. Taking the subway to go to your house. You and Tom stood close to each other, completely aware that someone recognised Tom and snuck some pictures of you both. 

Tessa whimpered again and again; the poor baby was too uncomfortable. You scratched her head to soothe her as she laid her head on Tom’s shoulder. While Tom was giving you heart eyes. 

You sighed in relief as you reached your apartment. The whole day has been a roller coaster ride for you. Tom and Tessa followed you behind you. Tessa quickly jumped on your couch, closing her eyes, trying to get some rest. 

“Do you want something to eat or drink?” you asked Tom. “No I am fine.” Tom said as he took a seat beside Tessa. 

“I didn’t really get to enjoy that cafe though.” Tom wondered out loud. “Don’t worry, there many more cafes in the neighbourhood. You can visit them sometime.” You were walking around your apartment, trying to clean it as much as you could. It’s not like you are visited by a celebrity daily. 

“I don’t know, maybe you can show me around sometime?” you freezed at your spot. Was Tom Holland asking you on a date. You were freaking out. You are just imagining things right? 

“Do you agree with me, darling?” he smirked. How dare him to say that! “It’s alright if you don’t. I mean I totally understand if you don’t want to. I am so sorry because of the paps. I didn’t know that they would find us. I am so sorry Y/N.” he started to ramble. Becoming that adorable sweet bean instantly.

“Oh my god Tom it’s alright. Not the Paparazzi part but I am grateful that Tessa ate my donut and that relieved my stress. I really needed someone like you. I don’t know what we can do about paps, they will just give more stress. But I felt better when you were with me.” Tom gave you that million dollar smile that everybody dies on. 

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now.” he confessed. 

“What’s stopping you then.” 

“No, not before I take you on an actual date.” he grinded. “Which cafe do you want to show me first, Donut?” 

“Donut?” you asked him while trying to control your laugh. “Yes donut. What’s so wrong with donut. It’s my nickname for you.” your smile became more wide than before. 

“Then what do you want me to call you? Ice cream?” 

“Yes?” he gave you a puzzled look. Not sure if he wanted to be called ‘ice cream’. And a thought came to your mind. “You don’t have any problem with me being bisexual?” you asked him. “Why would I? I mean it's not my place to judge or have a problem with it, now is it?” you smiled at his answer, already falling hard for this man.

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AAAAA YOUR LATEST WRITING WAS SO GOOD!!!! But now it has me wondering if we could perhaps see some Sooga being a rough service top at Kohga’s command? Like- Kohga is still in charge, but he’s ordering Sooga to rough him up and fuck him and stuff like that!

Definitely??? Been WAITING for this ask.

Kohga had a tough time coming to terms with stuff lately. Stuff like no longer having a god to worship, getting along with royals, and if that wasn’t enough, he was in love with his second command. He knew Sooga was different than any other man he had been with, but Kohga had come to realize just how bad it was. Kohga was in love with him. Not having HEAVY feelings for him, but thinking real long term stuff here. Kohga never knew what he’d be like if he was in love. It was weird. He wanted to fling himself at Sooga, demanding he wed his ass immediately. But he knew life wasn’t like a fairy tale. Marrying his second in command would change a lot. It’s why Kohga had to really be sure. Had to test Sooga. Kohga looked up from his magazine (sometimes a guy just had to look at nude dudes), and sighed. Something new. Something he NEVER trusted anyone to do.

“Sooga!”

Sooga popped his head into the door, like a trained puppy.

“Yes Master Kohga?”

“Come in here for a sec. I need you.”

Sooga walked in, shutting the door behind him. He got onto one knee in front of Kohga, bowing his head. Ever ready to serve.

“Yes, My Master Kohga. Your wish is my command.”

“I’m bored, and I’m horny. Unless you have objections, I wanna play with you for a while, Sooga.”

“Yes, Master Kohga. Shall I-”

Sooga made the motion to take off his clothes, before Kohga held his hand up, halting him.

“We’re doing something...different. I trust you now way more than I did at the start of all of this. So, I’m….I’m gonna do what YOU tell me to do.”

They were both clearly uncomfortable. Kohga hated being bossed around, and Sooga was ever eager to obey Kohga’s commands. Sooga looked around, as if he was waiting for someone to tell him this was a joke. The only joke here was just how bad of an idea this was.

“Master Kohga? Are you...feeling well? Do you need a hot tea? Perhaps let me rub your feet?”

“That actually sounds really-okay no, wait, stop distracting me here.”

“Yes, Master Kohga.”

“No no no, don’t-”

Kohga sighed as he put his face into his palm. God dammit. This was bombing already.

“Look. Look. Just. Okay. I’m going to let you take the lead, okay? Whatever you wanted to do with me, let’s do it. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll make you stop. But that’s what I want. What YOU want.”

“But...I want what you want?”

“Dear god just cut off my balls, Sooga-”

Sooga was too obedient, too soft. He needed a BIT of a nudge. Kohga sighed, forced himself to breathe.

“Sooga, listen. There has to be SOMETHING you wanted me to do for you, something we haven’t done. So, let’s do it. Really, it’s okay. If anyone’s going to do it, it’s gonna be you. Just, do what you feel like. I’m here, I’m ready, let’s go.”

Neither moved, neither spoke. It was weird, it was bizarre, and Kohga’s reasoning for it was just as odd. Sooga gave a soft nod.

“Okay, first thing I want. Your honesty. Is this something you want, or is this something you’re telling yourself you want?”

“I signed up to blow my load, not get a load off my chest.”

But it WAS what Sooga asked for. Kohga grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Alright. Honestly? Both. This is weird, out of my comfort zone, but I trust you enough to try this with you. So, I...your call, I guess.”

Sooga put his hand on top of Kohga’s, squeezing.

“I’m honored to be trusted with you. To be able to have so much responsibility. If it suits you, we may take things very slow, very careful. Nothing too much so soon.”

“....You ever done something like this before?”

“When I was a younger man, before I even knew of the clan, I had something to do with the son of a stable hand. It’s nowhere near something this serious, but I feel as though I can do enough to satisfy you regardless.”

Okay, so Sooga wasn’t a TOTAL virgin, that was good at least. Sooga helped himself up to his bed, and hesitated. Where was one to start with such a momentous task? Kohga was about to flip shit, ready to call this whole thing off, when Sooga lifted him, right onto his lap. His mask thunked against his own, and he could tell he was smiling.

“Apologies for my hesitation. You make it quite difficult to think, given your endless studliness.”

“You’re literally trying to charm the pants off of me. I can’t believe you, Sooga.”

Kohga knew he was letting Sooga take over, but he couldn’t help himself as he held onto his chin, lightly stroking his chin. Just how Sooga liked it, his pretty boy. Sooga accepted it for a moment, before he recalled that HE was supposed to make Kohga feel flustered. Kohga quickly found himself underneath Sooga, who was keeping his body over Kohga (what with those big, strong arms of his), as he slowly started to grind himself into Kohga’s crotch. Someone was already at half mast, and Kohga could feel every inch of it.

“Master Kohga, may I kiss you?”

“Let’s change that a bit, Sooga. Instead of saying may I, say ‘I want’. Try it out.”

“I...want to kiss you.”

“Not bad. Only next time,”

Kohga grinned, pushing his mask up a bit, just to reveal his smirking lips.

“Say it like you REALLY want it.”

Sooga couldn’t help himself. He clumsily pushed aside his mask (revealing a bit more of his face than he intended), and pressed his lips against Kohga’s. His lips were eager, excited, ever firm against his own. Sooga’s grinding turned firmer, quicker, clearly motivated by the idea that he could REALLY get what he wanted. 

And Sooga was a greedy, GREEDY boy.

“I want to stuff my cock in your mouth.”

“Wow, look at you, not a single stutter. Someone’s getting better~”

Sooga adjusted himself, taking his cock out of his clothes, and pressing it right against Kohga’s face. Kohga kept opening his mouth, ready to accept it, before it was clear that Sooga was messing with him. He was just smearing his girth against his face, hand holding the top of his head.

“But first, I want to put your hair down. I want something to pull on.”

Oh poor Kohga was swooning. He was still a top, but goddamn Sooga was earning his right to man the helm. Kohga un did his hair tie, letting his big, curly mane flow freely. Sooga was pleased, given how he grabbed a fistful of it, and nearly yanked him onto his dick. Kohga would normally be offended by such crass behavior, but he was a bit distracted. Kohga had taken quite a few dicks before, but Sooga was a big, big boy, and the length of his cock not only stretched his cheeks, but hit right at the back of his throat. Pair that with the fact that Sooga had a good, firm grip on his hair, and Kohga’s head was too full of lust to scold Sooga properly.

“You’re VERY good at this, Master Kohga. Very, very good at this.”

Even his dirty talking was getting better. Sooga sat on top of him, pulling his head back and forth on his cock. And Kohga, like the champ cock sucker he was, kept his eyes right on him the entire time. Kohga could sit here all night honestly, showing Sooga just how good he was at taking a cock, when he slowly peeled him away. Sooga was really throbbing now, and it took a lot of restraint to not command that he be given more.

“I want you to open your mouth again.”

Didn't take a genius to figure out that Sooga meant he wanted his balls sucked on. Kohga gave the tip of his dick a quick smooch, before obeying, softly suckling on one of his balls, before moving to the other. He repeated it, over and over, nice and slow, just how Sooga liked it. In fact, he was doing SUCH a good job, Sooga’s hand had held onto the wall, and the grip to his hair had loosened. Steam was practically coming out of his ears, and his body was fighting the urge to shake all over. Kohga was just too good. Sooga pulled him away yet again, making Kohga pout. Though, he couldn’t fault the guy, Kohga’s mouth had brought strong men to their knees plenty of times.

“I...apologize, Master Kohga. Just one moment.”

“You were about to bust, huh? Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re saving that load. My my, Sooga, and here I thought you’d be at a total loss of what to do with me~”

Kohga gave his balls a quick peck, not at all minding the smears that stained his mask. Sooga was such a fun boy to play with, Kohga could stay down here forever. But he just had to push his poor Sooga.

“Having said that, what’s the next plan, big boy?”

Sooga finally found his breath, looking down at Kohga. He wasted no time coming out with his next thought, driven by lust and curiosity.

“I want to be inside of you. I want you to cum around me as I do nothing but please you.”

Translation? ‘I would love to just fuck your ass’. And Kohga DEFINITELY didn’t have any objections. 

“You definitely wouldn’t be the first to say that. Alright, let’s see how well that third sword of yours does~”

“....I have two swords, master Kohga.”

“God you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Kohga loved Sooga, really he did, but holy shit did he miss the plot sometimes. He decided that getting RAILED was more important than explaining himself, so he just let Sooga flip him on his belly, enjoying how Sooga’s hands on his ass felt. They were big, firm, just how he always pictured they’d feel.

“Is this comfortable enough for you?”

“Plenty. But then again, I’m always comfortable with you.”

Kohga pushed his butt right against the throbbing gerth, and he nearly swooned. Oh, this was going to be FUN. The second Sooga recalled that HE was supposed to be in charge.

“M-master Kohga, should’nt I prepare you?”

“Sooga, my ass has handled plenty, literally. Besides, I can’t wait for you.”

He lifted his hand up to pat Sooga’s cheek.

“Not when I’ve thought about this before.”

“I...pardon?”

Kohga turned his head, meeting Sooga’s gaze.

“I’ve thought about you fucking me. Thought about you pulling my hair, and fucking me right into the sheets. I thought of your cock LOTS of times. Just once, I want you to take me, Sooga. I’m at your mercy.”

Sooga stared at him for a moment, as if he was puzzled. Then, something clicked in his little samurai. Sooga yanked at his lower clothes, not taking the time to properly take them off, before he put his weight on Kohga’s back, and shoved his dick, right inside his ass. Sooga cupped his face in his hand, and started to buck into his Master. His voice was lustful, his grip was TIGHT, and it was driving Kohga all types of mad.

"If that is something you wish, then it is something you shall receive. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you until you can only think of me, and me alone."

Kohga opened his mouth, greedily accepting his big, firm fingers. He muttered against them, only smearing more drool against his nice, rough palm.

"S-shit Sooga! Didn't know you had it in you!"

"You have quite a bit in YOU, Master Kohga."

Kohga wanted to laugh, but Sooga seemed fueled by his own words. Not only did he start to fuck his ass harder, but his teeth clamped right onto his neck. Shit that hurt. And it hurt GOOD.

"F-fucking SHIT Sooga, that's it, bite me, nice and hard!"

He got just what he wanted. Sooga’s teeth roamed from his neck, to his shoulder, and each bite punctured his chin, drawing just a bit of blood.

"Am I pleasing you, Master Kohga?"

"Almost. Wrap your legs around me, you can fuck me nice and fast."

Sooga obeyed, and before Kohga knew it, he was getting jack hammered right in the ass, nice and fucking fast. Sooga's tongue grazed alongside his cheek, and Sooga nearly growled his next order.

"Say you love me. Say it."

Kohga giggled. He turned into SUCH a cock hungry bimbo when he was getting it good.

"I LOVE my Sooga. My big, handsome Sooga, who's gonna cum right in my ass. Isn't he? Isn't he gonna stuff my asshole full of that creamy cum?"

Sooga maybe ACTING the top, but they both knew who was really pulling the strings. And that's why they worked so perfectly together. Kohga chuckled as he pumped his own cock.

"You're balls are SO full of cum for me. I tasted it. You're SO ready to unload into me. Fuck my ass like a goddamn toy, and cum. Inside. Of me."

His voice made it sound like an order, and like any order, Sooga obeyed it. He came, and he came hard, swearing right into Kohga's ear. Kohga touched himself eagerly as he felt the cum being forced inside of him, pulse after pulse bringing more waves of cum. And Kohga LOVED it.

"Oh….shit. You're still going. Oh FUCK you're still cumming, you dirty boy!"

Sooga grabbed two handfuls of his plump ass, digging his fingers into his flesh.

"Cum for me. Tighten around me."

It didn't take long for Kohga to do just that, muttering as he furiously milked his dick for all the cum it was worth. Kohga collapsed on the sheets, sighing in relief. He was laying in a puddle of thick cum, Sooga's cock not quite done unloading into him. They sat there, panting, stiff with exhaustion. Then Sooga finally became Sooga again.

"M-Master Kogha! I-i hurt you! Your skin is bruised-!"

"Down boy, down. I like it this way. I liked it, really. Now, whenever I look in the mirror, I'll be reminded of just this moment. Of the moment you ravaged me like an animal, and pumped me full of your cum."

Sooga seemed freaked out over that too, stammering.

"I-i didn't pull out of-oh. Oh I came right inside of you. It's spilling right out of you-"

Kohga chuckled, toying with his far too sensitive cock.

"Go on, I'm listening. Tell me how I'm lookin~"

"You...you aren't repulsed?"

"Sooga, no. I love you, and people who love each other, sometimes stuff cum in each other's asses. I liked this, I liked it with you. You did REALLY good for your first try. Not perfect, but good."

Of course that got his attention. Sooga ALWAYS wanted to know how he could improve himself.

"Did I say something wrong? Move too fast?"

"No, I liked the dirty talk, really. And trust me, you CAN'T go too fast for me. I mean you should smack me around more. Open my mouth with your fingers, maybe spank me, nice and-ahh!~"

Sooga suddenly brought his hand down, open palm smacking across his ass. 

"Better?"

"Shit yes….though, practice makes perfect, Sooga."

"Of course, Master."

Another slap. Another. Another. Each more swift and more hard than the last. It was then that Kohga realized; Sooga passed the test with absolutely flying colors.

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

Idle Hands Are the Devil’s Tools

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar X Reader

Summary: You are a bartender at LUX, growing to be one of Lucifer’s closest friends in the human realm, attraction swelling in the both of you for the other. On one closing night at the club, Lucifer decides to bet a little wager with you when Detective Decker needs your help for a case and you want to decline. Exotic dancing, lingerie, seducing a crime lord, jealousy, lust, and chaos, the devil’s specialties, soon follow. 

A/N: okay so full disclosure I have not seen much, only like eight episodes into the first season but already I’m in love with a general idea of the so far storyline and characters so I hope you guys enjoy this little story because a lot of you requested it and I’m excited *maniacal, evil laughter* feedback is loved and appreciated as always! i wrote this filth in like one night so have fun with this and if yall want a continued part of just smut then fluff lemme knowwww anyway PLEASE ENJOY

Warnings: sexiness, dirty talk, alcohol, infuriating sexual tension, stripper reader, FLUFF, language, near death experience, JEALOUSY hehe, dom! Lucifer, FILTH I SWEAR, implied smut

You clean up the bar counter, wet rag covered in cleaning spray, eyes lifting and making direct contact with your boss, Lucifer. His head tilts to the side, curiously and expectantly, like he wants you to say something, as if telepathic conversation between you two should be second nature, always knowing what he’s thinking. 

“You’re really not going to do it?” he asks, alluringly soft voice with that British lilt in it that so many find attractive, maybe that’s why he chose it. Sex appeal.

“Do what?” you ask, evading his gaze the second it turns serious, turning around and wiping down random bottles, aligning them on the shelves.

“You know what, darling,” he sighs, a huff a laughter. “The case Detective wants your help on.”

You stiffen at the mention of Decker’s request, when she came just a few hours before, “She doesn’t need my help... anyone can do it.”

“Well, she chose you, no one else in a one hundred mile radius has an impressive skill set in both martial arts and stripping...” his lips curl when saying the last word, you scold him, narrowing your eyes. “I also wouldn’t mind seeing the latter. I’ve only ever seen you in your uniform,” he scrunches his nose, excitable. 

You look down at the sensible attire, a black tank top and dark washed jeans with holes where the knees are. You look back up at him and chew on your bottom lip, pondering that forever reoccurring question of if he’s just being his normal flirty self or if he truly sees you in another light. You only ever come up with the former as the answer. He’s all dark, black suits, raven, slicked back hair, and stormy eyes, all cut from jagged stone, onyx and obsidian. He’s untouchable. 

“Stripping put me through college when my parents refused to,” you explain, point blank and to the point. “I haven’t done it since, I quit when I made enough for tuition. It paid the bills and kept the lights on, but the men there... I won’t ever forget the way their eyes made me feel...” you gulp audibly when you remember those disgusting glances, how objectifying they were.

Of course it wasn’t every patron there, some were respectful. Some even got you a good lay, and others sometimes paid an entire month’s rent, but those late night visitors, they were the ones that led you to quit. 

“I don’t want to ever feel like that again,” you look at Lucifer and he knows you’re telling the truth, your glassy eyes and wavering stance. 

“Y/n...” he says sincerely, reaching across the bar to thread his fingers through yours. You freeze. 

“I can assure you at my club, I only let in the best people, they’re hand selected. If anyone makes you uncomfortable, they will be punished and out of the club as soon as you say the word. I wouldn’t be pushing this so much, dear, if it wasn’t so vital to the investigation and to get this crime lord and stop him from killing anyone else, you have to distract him long enough for the cops to get inside. We need you.” He needs you.

“Luci...” you whine slightly, breathing deeply when you catch his stare. “I-”

“Can you do this?” he asks, tongue dragging across the pillow of his bottom lip, twitching in the corners. “For me, beautiful?”

This is one of those moments that has you pondering the stance of your relationship. Because you can’t say no to those eyes. And he knows it.

“You’re terrible,” you sigh, giving up, squeezing his hand before letting go, slipping from his grasp. “But yes, fine, I’ll do it. Because you basically guilt tripped me into doing so.”

“You are only human,” he teases, wearing a cheeky smile when he swipes the liquor from your fingers and pours two glasses. “Don’t worry, love, you’re going to have a devil of a time...”

You take a long sip of your drink, pointing at him accusingly, “Stop it with the puns or I’m out.”

“I’ll also put a little wager on the endeavor, pet, and make it interesting,” he sits up straighter, the nickname he uses for you sending an ice cold chill down your spine. “If you make at least a grand tomorrow night, I’ll tell you what I desire.”

“I have always wondered...” you take another sip of the smooth drink, the burnt amber taste gliding down your throat with ease. “Can you really pin it down to just one thing?”

“For you I will,” he looks at you, genuine. “And if you don’t make that much, I get to ask you. I never have gotten the chance.”

“What’s stopping you from doing it until then?” 

He smirks, “Nothing, I suppose. This is much more fun, though, wouldn’t you say, kitten?”

“Okay, then. Deal,” you extend your hand to him and his eyes are alight, scarlet fervor.

He grins wickedly, shaking your hand, “This’ll be such fun.”

~~~~

Maze looks you over, feline eyes slit with her bottom lip caught between her teeth in deep concentration. You two are in the back of the club, music and bass pounding in the dance room while she studies your attire, your new work uniform while aiding in the case. You’re covered head to toe in a gaping fishnet body suit, a black strapless bra laying over atop your breasts and a pair of black lace panties to match with a pair of ebony, Louboutin stiletto heels, a weapon in themselves. She places a com in your ear so you can covertly communicate with Lucifer and Decker.

You feel out of your element, but also incredibly empowered, now that it goes by your rules, what you say goes. Maze put your hair in curls, minimal makeup with a dark lip, and she’s smiling, licking her lips deliciously.

“If Lucifer hadn’t already called dibs on you, mortal, I’d have you right here myself...” she traces a finger down your torso, stopping at your panty line, crimson lips cut from ruby.

“Dibs?” you ask, confused but also intrigued. “When did he do that?”

“If you really don’t know...” she looks at you. “Then you’re an idiot.”

“Bitch,” you scoff.

She smiles, leading you to where you’ll be dancing for the night, “Sure, but at least I’m not an idiot.” That’s clueless to my boss’s affections.

You huff in annoyance before stopping at the individual pole where you will be performing for the night, the club already packed with crowds of dancing, grinding bodies, sweat and musk. Lucifer catches your eyes from across the room, he’s stunned for a moment, like he’s stuck in a moment of shock and he can’t move. You’re breathtaking. 

He smiles, lifting a single eyebrow in question, calculating your next move. The crime lord Decker described to you sits on the couch adjacent to the poles and designated dancing areas, his greedy eyes already laying over you and you know you have him hooked. 

You look back at Lucifer and hook your leg on the steel pole, spinning around, positioned upside down when you flash the devil a wink. 

He’s taken aback by the gesture, eyes wide as saucers, chest rising and falling at the unknown twist in his gut. You slide back up, walking around the wooden square allotted for your dancing, letting the music seep into your bones, move your hips and sway your curvy body to the beat of the song, one you requested. You turn away from Lucifer and lock eyes with the crime lord, you wiggle your fingers in the smallest of waves, flirtatious when your lips move upward, all planned and perfected. The man is caught under your spell and caught completely off guard, perfect for a distraction. 

Your hand graces the pole once again when you twirl around, hand running through your hair when you dance to the rhythm of the playlist, eyes closed and letting your body do the talking that your lips can’t. Already both men and women have been throwing wads of dollar bills, in the hundreds now. 

Lucifer’s eyes fall over you more than once, but unlike everyone else’s, they hold adoration, admiration, he can’t look away. 

“You’re doing this on purpose...” he growls into his ear com, nursing a hard scotch on ice, eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Whatever do you mean, Luci...” you swing around once more, landing in the splits when you face him, laying down fully, face in your hands. His jaw drops.

He’s never wanted someone this badly. It’s like your touching him without actually doing so, your eyes doing all the work for you.

“You look ravishing.”

You belly laugh, throwing your head back when you look at him, smug, “In the way that I look intriguing or that you want to ravish me yourself?”

He sips his drink, fire licking his irises, flickering in flames, “Both.”

“Guys, focus,” Decker scolds in the mic, interrupting the staring contest, having you continue back to dancing, looking back at the crime lord. 

He waves you over, a stack of cash beside him that he pats, wanting a personal lap dance. Your skin crawls at the way his eyes trail over you, lingering in places he shouldn’t, but you know it’s for the case, so you can save people. You smile at him, forced, walking down the platform and over to him. 

“He want’s a lap dance, Decker,” you whisper, the loud music enough to mask your talking. “What do I do?”

“That’s not apart of the plan, Detective,” Lucifer bites, voice dripping with venom, eyes aflame. 

Decker mulls it over, “It’s... actually perfect. Do it, y/n, you’re not in any danger and-” 

“She could get hurt, we didn’t plan for this,” Lucifer says, another foreign feeling in his chest where his heart should be, clutching the absence and his jaw clenches. “W-what if she’s uncomfortable?” 

“She can do it, because if she does, we have more than enough time for the cops to swarm in and take this guy down, ten minutes tops.”

“I can do it, Luci,” you promise. “He’s only human, right?” you say, voice unsteady when you see the gun in his pocket, burly bodyguards on either side of him. 

Lucifer’s chest clenches and he’s forced to watch you straddle the man’s lap, smiling openly at the murderer, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. This hurts more than the injuries, when the Detective shot him, this doesn’t even compare. It resonates through his whole being, he’s rooted to the ground and the fear in your eyes when you throw a look at him kills him further. 

“The cops are close,” Decker tells you. “Just a little bit longer and we’ve got him.”

The man beneath you suddenly frowns, “What’s that voice? Do you have a com in? Are you a cop?” He shoots up, pushing you off, you barely catch yourself when you stand. 

“Shit!” Decker curses, footsteps immediately following when she runs down the main staircase, gun aimed at the criminal’s head, a sure shot from there. “Alright, LAPD, hands up, asshole!”

The club goes into a frenzy, crowds running out the doors when they hear her yell, giving the perpetrators an easy exit. And in the heat of the moment, the crime boss grabs you, arm around your neck and restricting your airway with a gun pressed against your temple, the cool steel on your skull. Your eyes sting with tears, a damned lump forming in your throat you can’t bear swallow, and Lucifer sees you across the club. 

His eyes light up, and he realizes he was wrong earlier, this pain was worse, so much worse. It takes him over and makes him vulnerable beyond repair when he runs over to you but the criminal is two steps ahead, moving with you to the exit, pressing the gun into you further. 

“One more step and I’ll shoot!” he tightens his grip around your neck and an empty tear slips past, but you dare not make a noise. “Don’t test me!” He clicks off the safety and you flinch.

You mouth a soft, It’s okay, to Lucifer, watching his face fall, true sorrow in his features.

“You picked the wrong woman to hold at gunpoint,” his chest heaves, but he’s calm and collected, eerie and still like a lake at midnight, the only reflection of light being the moon. “Let her go.”

“Step back or I’ll kill her-”

Lucifer flashes his real face, scarlet and devilish, monstrous and the man drops his gun in a fit of fear and confusion, eyes wide. You knock your head back and headbutt his nose, enough so to knock him out, dropping to the ground unconscious. 

You breathe heavy and the tears finally fall. A single, broken sob escapes, you cross over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, crying into his chest, staining his signature purple button down shirt. His arms, once stiff at his sides, encircle around your waist and tug you to him, no space between you both except the fabric of his clothes and lace of your ensemble. And there’s no words needed. His hands rest on the small of your back, and for once they have no intention of ever wandering.

~~~~

You step into the shower, closing the blue tinted, glass door behind you. The hot water slides down your skin, close to scalding, cleaning off the day you’ve had, especially that man’s hands, gripping your waist. Hands on your hips. You close your eyes and tilt your head up, water rushing down your face, waves lapping at skin, kissing your cheeks with warmth.

You step out of the shower after washing your hair, wrapping a towel around yourself when you walk out of the bathroom, water droplets running down your hair and face, coating the tips of your lashes and your pink lips. Lucifer, leaning over the bar and nursing a drink, turns when he hears your wet footsteps advance into the main, sitting room, dark eyes trailing over your figure. 

He’s been acting off ever since the incident at LUX, driving you over to his apartment, letting you use his shower, laying out a fresh outfit for you, and offering you a guest bed to sleep in for the night. He thinks it’s his fault, all this, being held at gunpoint and almost being shot, this entire mess in the first place. Guilt is aching in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

And he’s barely talking.

“Lucifer?” you ask, meek and quiet, afraid you’ve already overstepped too many boundaries just being here. You know it’s a bad idea.

“Yes, darling?” he answers just as softly, still not quite looking at you, just staring straight ahead at his cabinet of drinks, ice clinking in his crystal glass of scotch.

“I’m sorry.”

He turns his head in your direction, close to snapping, “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I got sloppy and it almost cost us the investigation... he overheard my com-”

“You’re apologizing... because Detective spoke too loudly and he heard? You’re apologizing for almost getting killed?” he turns fully to face you, setting his scotch calmly on the bar counter. 

“Don’t blame her.”

“I don’t. I blame myself for roping you in and getting you involved...” he groans, frustrated, walking slowly towards you. 

You frown deeply, confused at his sudden change of heart, regret in his features, the wrinkles in his brow when he furrows it, “Even so we still got him in custody, there’s no harm done, Luci-”

“There could have been!” he yells, eyes rimmed with scarlet. “You could have died, y/n! I could have lost you and it would have been my fault...” his voice wavers, and you gulp, realizing what’s going on. 

He was scared.

“Lucifer...” you whispering, cooing softly, a melodic lullaby put into his name. 

You step on the tips of your toes to cup the side of his face, rubbing your thumb over the stubble on his cheek. He’s trapped.

He’s never experienced tenderness like this before, such love and care in one’s touch, all for him. He doesn’t deserve it, but he’s softening, melting into your palm and he’s a puddle at your feet, eyes locked with yours and he’s thrown away the key. He presses his lips to the inside of your palm, sending electricity through your veins, sparks on your fingertips that shock his skin.

“Stop.”

He pinches his brow, confused, “What?”

“Stop,” you tell him, lips kicking up in a small smile. “Stop blaming yourself, I was sloppy, I admit it, Decker was loud... but I agreed to it, that’s on me. I knew the consequences and I knew what would happen if things went sideways, but he’s behind bars, and I’m not dead. I’d call this a win.”

His jaw tightens, “He put his hands on you.”

“He did...” you agree. “But I’m a big girl,” you laugh, both hands on his face now and he lets you, leaning into your touch like a moth to a light, succumbing to its own undoing. “I handled it.” And something comes over him. 

“I should handle him...” he pushes you against the wall, you inhale sharply when you hit the cool material, gripping the front of your towel. 

His eyes fall over your face, “For touching what’s mine.”

You open your mouth to speak, say something, anything, but you don’t object, you can’t. It happens so fast, both your wrists in one of his hands pinned above your head, pressing you further into the wall. 

And he kisses you. 

Your eyes flutter close and he groans into your mouth, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, tongue soothing you when it licks your own. Like coal igniting fire, aiding its own demise. His other hand runs down your neck, ripping off the towel that covers you until you’re bare before him, dripping in more ways than one. He finally lets go of your wrists and you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms looping around your waist and it’s clashing teeth, tongue, and lips, a frenzy of hands and it’s not enough. Not enough. He drinks you in with a hunger that can never be sated, your fingers carding through his ebony hair and tugging, harsh and vindictive. He growls, the devil but still a man, and you make him painfully so. 

He picks you up, hands under your thighs when your legs wrap around his torso, soaking his clothes but he doesn’t give a shit, never breaking your kiss when he carries you over to the bed, tossing you on the mattress. He looks you over, hungry and vicious, lips exploring the maps of skin before him, biting and licking all the curves, dips, and sweet spots, finding what makes you tick. 

Kissing down your stomach, eyes still holding onto yours, “Tell me, my love... what do you desire?”

“Y-you,” you say, voice shaky and unsteady, gulping down the lump in your throat that makes it hard to breathe. 

He smirks, malicious, crawling back up your body and he sucks on your neck, marking your skin with love bites, littered with remnants of him. 

“You won the bet, didn’t you, darling?” he kisses the curve of your jaw, licking the lines of your throat, and all oxygen leaves you. “I suppose I have to tell you what I desire, then, don’t I?”

“A deal is a deal,” you smile, equally as excited as you are scared for the answer.

“You,” he scatters his lips across your chest, kissing your breasts. “To ravish you like the goddess you are... to love you wholeheartedly and truly.” 

He wraps his lips around your right nipple, swirling his tongue expertly, biting and sucking. His fingers pinch the other, rolling it between his index and thumb, so damn good it’s scary.

You never thought you’d hear him say the L word, and to you, a mortal, no less. You never thought you’d love him too.

“Luci... you’re still wearing clothes,” your fingers fumble for his shirt, tugging it so hard that the buttons pop off, falling off of him. “That’s hardly fair.”

He grins wolfishly when he resurfaces, “Eager, aren’t we, kitten? If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was ask...”

[missnctyukhei]

hopeless - 66 hours

Pairing: idol!Jaehyun x makeupartist!reader

Genre: smut, fluff and also angst

Warnings: swearing, a lot of explicit smut (unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, cunnilingus, fellatio,…)

Word count: 14,6k

a/n: I don’t know why, but the story suddenly flashed into me. I could hardly stop writing. I was thinking to make maybe a series out of it and I also thought to write a Jaehyun POV. But let's see how it develops. Would be very happy if you tell me how you liked the story.

Inspired by this song 

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"A-ah" A soft moan escaped you as you feel the pressure on the sensitive pearl of your femininity. You feel his lips on your neck, his left hand on your ass. With your hips, you grind against his bump.

It was dark in the hotel room, because you didn’t turned on the light. Only the brightness of the billboards of the city appeared. Shadows settled over your body, but you could see his brown eyes when in a brief moment your views met. He released his hand from your clit to pull his boxers down a bit and put his dick out. You feel his dry skin against your moist folds touching. With his tip he rubbed your clit again and with a deep breath you lean back a bit while your hands still clasped his shoulders. He teased you over and over again, coming with his tip again and again closer to your entrance, but he never penetrated you.

It was intense. It was passionate. It was Jaehyun.

„Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…“

You open your eyes shocked and couldn’t realize in the first second, where you have just been. You turn off the alarm and turn to the side. Jiho, your co-worker, was lying next to you. She always woke up before the alarm rang and so she was scrolling over the screen of her iPhone. At this moment you come back to yourself and at the same time a deep pain spreads inside you.

It was all just a dream, snatched from the pieces of your memory. Jaehyun wasn’t there. He hadn’t been there in a long time and it still hurt terribly. This emotional pain, the thought that he is no longer with you, feels so physical. Like a knife would pierce your chest. And again and again you have to experience it.

You stare at the ceiling of your hotel room. Your heart was still throbbing like crazy. You wanted to stay in this dream. You didn’t want to go back to reality, into a world without Jaehyun at your side. You feel tears gather in your eyelids. But you didn’t want to cry in front of Jiho. So you decide to lay in the bed a little longer and try to let the first pain go by. It took a while, because over and over again the pictures of your dream, mixed with those of your memories, appear before you. The stitches in your chest go away after the time, but the general pain was a constant companion.

You just couldn’t get over Jung Jaehyun.

As long as you work here and you constantly see him, you couldn’t live your simple and normal life. It was clear to you that you couldn’t go on like this.

An annoyed sigh awakened you from your thoughts. Jiho got up and organized her clothes.

"I just don’t understand why everyone is freaking out because of this day." She tied her hair into a bun and started to put on her clothes.

"Taeil's sleeve is suddenly too long and Mark can’t find his bow tie, but no one should wear a bow tie! Ahhhh ... Yesterday was everything fine.“

Jiho was the lead stylist of NCT 127. She was incredibly talented, creative and she could combine incredible colors and shapes. But she was very modest, wearing only black. Since you started working at SM Entertainment, you got along well with her from the start, even though you didn’t work together at the beginning. At first, you were only responsible for NCT Dream, you were one of many make-up stylists. Jiho was the person who stood up for you and got the bosses to promote you to NCT 127's main makeup artist. She swears to this day that she didn’t do that out of friendship and said it was a pure professional decision. Maybe she wasn’t completely honest, but you never questioned it.

"Only once I would like to enjoy a hotel breakfast in peace."She sighs heavily again while putting her BB cream and mascara on her face. Actually, she was told that she had the morning off. But as always, something had to be reworked. Everyone was stressed in the last few days. SM Entertainment has managed to conclude a contract with Capitol Records. NCT 127 was invited to an event where stars like Katy Perry also appeared. Everything had to be perfect and everyone worked beyond their hours.

"Should I bring you something?" You turn to the side, because you weren’t ready to get up yet. Beside her, you had the morning off.

"No, that should do fucking Kibum, who stole my free morning."

Kibum was one of the two main managers of NCT 127 and he took everything very seriously. He was a terrible perfectionist and often made the whole team work more than it needed to be. Jiho and Kibum had a very special relationship. Most of the time they hated each other, but then they made it to sleep with each other again and again. Maybe it was just a way to deal with their anger. It will probably never be understandable.

"What are you going to do this morning?" Jiho turns to you and closes her mascara again.

"I don’t know, I think I'll go for a walk and maybe I'll find a nice cafe to collect my thoughts." Your gaze went out the window and suddenly your eyes became glassy again. You sit up and try to hide your sadness as much as possible.

"You will tell him today?" Jiho didn’t move and looked over at you anxious. You try to swallow the pain and turn back to her and nodding. For a while she kept looking at you worriedly. She sighed and when she wanted to say something, her phone started to ring.

"Shit it's Kibum! I gotta go! We'll talk in the evening." She puts the mascara aside, grab her bag and start running.

As the door closed, loneliness suddenly hit you like a strike. The silence made your pulse rise again and you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts for a second. You turn on your playlist as fast as possible. It wasn’t a normal playlist because in this list where songs which you didn’t associate with Jaehyun. You loved listening to music with him, and in the time you were a couple, you shared a lot of songs with each other. So it wasn’t easy for you after your breakup to hear music again. Almost every one of your favorite artists made your heart broken. In the beginning you only heard podcasts, but over time you found new styles of music and artists that you havn’t shared with Jaehyun yet. The music brought you down and you could now start your day slowly. You took a shower, put on make-up and styled your hair. Especially today it was important to you to look good. That's why it took more time than actually thought. But you didn’t mind because it relaxed you a bit.

But your caffeine addiction slowly pushed you out of the hotel. Since the tour of America was over, you didn’t like the hotel breakfast anymore. If time allowed, you always tried to explore the local bakery. In rare cases, when Jaehyun had the morning off too, you always ordered breakfast in the hotel room. But lately a simple coffee was enough for you, maybe even a Croissant. But today you didn’t feel like eating. You were too nervous, because you knew exactly what you had to expect today. And actually, you just wanted to get out of the hotel so you couldn’t meet anyone. Instead of the lift you took the stairs, you try to bypass the rooms of your co-workers. You only had to go through the lobby and pray that no one stops you. When you entered the hall, you couldn’t see anyone from your company, but as you walked past the reception desk, you saw Jaehyun, Johnny and Mark standing with their manager.

Your legs suddenly became heavy and you were unable to leave the lobby faster. Jaehyun's eyes hit you and a cold shiver ran down your spine. For a few seconds you stare at him, but you try to get yourself back to reality. Your heart was pounding like crazy again and you can feel his eyes following you. You breathe heavily and try to get out of the hotel as fast as possible. You need to confront him early enough anyway.

It didn’t take long before you found a cute little cafe near the hotel. You order your classic coffee variation: a double espresso with a shot of oatmilk. Then you sit down to a window and watched the hustle of the city. Soon your thoughts drift off to Jaehyun again. It had been over 4 months since he left you. You still couldn’t understand how this could happen. One day you were happy and suddenly he didn’t want to be with you anymore.

"I think it's better if we break up, otherwise we'll both lose our job." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t dare to look at you. But you couldn’t believe what he just said.

"Where does this come from?" The first tear rolled over your cheek, but actually you didn’t want to show yourself so weak. You wonder about yourself that you could answer him. The shock was deep and most of the time you didn’t have words in situations like this. But you couldn’t quite believe him. Was this real?

"I think about us ..." He looked up at you carefully, but you can’t understand anything of this. It almost felt like he was speaking another language.

"We worked so hard for it, we shouldn't destroy that." It was so ridiculous what he said, so you even had to laugh contemptuously.

„Don't talk about me, if you only mean yourself." More tears rolled down your face because you couldn’t control your emotions anymore.

„We've come this far with NCT 127. Soon we'll be known around the world - if I have a relationship, then they'll kick me out. And after all, according to my contract, I have a dating ban." He tries to take your hand, but you pull it away immediately. Your whole body hurts, even every breath was hurting. The whole situation was so unimaginable for you.

"That didn’t bother you the last 8 months either." You shake your head, hoping that it could only be a dream. But it was real. Every word that Jaehyun said was true.

"Can I clear that up?" The barista suddenly stood in front of you with a tablet and pointed to your empty cup. You nod dizzy and straighten yourself again. You were so far away from reality with your thoughts that you had to recollect yourself. You look at your phone first and you see that time has passed by in flight. It was time to return to the hotel to start your work again.

Back at work you went quickly through the to-do-list with you staff.

"Should I work with Jaehyun again?" Minna, one of the makeup artist, asked. Lately you've always assigned Jaehyun to her. You wanted to see him as little as possible and you didn’t wanted to be with him in a room alone.

"No, I'm first at Taeyong and then at Jaehyun. Don’t forget that everyone has to finish their work at 3pm." There is a brief murmur and everyone went into the room that was assigned to them.

First, Taeyong came to you. You like to work with him together, because it was always super relaxed. He always had his AirPods inside and didn’t say much. It was always easy and pleasant with him. The hardest part for you was always Mark, because the poor boy fell a lot asleep from exhaustion. But his face had to be often tense during make-up to achieve the best result. But in general, you liked all very much. You only sometimes miss Renjun the most. He was the kindest of the Dreamies and you liked him the most of all idols in this company. You knew he was going through a lot lately and it hurt you that you couldn’t be with him. You had a good relationship and sometimes you talk to each other on the phone. He was like a little brother, or sometimes even like a son to you.

After you finished Taeyongs makeup, he thanked you and left the room. You clean your brushes and fix everything when you hear the door buckle being pulled down. Your pulse got higher and you check your appearance in the mirror again. The door opened and Jaehyun stepped inside. You turn to him and your eyes met. He looked surprised, but closed the door.

"Hi." His voice was gentle and calm. It was like balm for your soul. You smiled and for a few seconds it was like you never broke up. He sits down on the chair and you stand in front of him. His eyes looked up at you and the corners of his mouth went up. You stroke his hair and for a short moment he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

"The black hair suits you well." It was the first sentence that has been spoken between you two for a long time. Jaehyun opened his eyes and he smiled.

"Thank you."

You release your hand from his hair to stop destroying it more, then you dedicate yourself to his make-up. Jaehyun took his AirPods out of his bag and handed you one.

"Do you like?" You hesitate for a moment. So many memories are attached to it. You had to keep your relationship secret from the public, but also from most of your company too. Nevertheless, you wanted to communicate as much as possible without attracting attention. So if you waited at the airport, took the bus or just stand somewhere random, he always shared his AirPods with you. In these months of your relationship, you shared a lot of music with each other. By every occasion he has shown you songs and you him too. While you are listening to music, you have always written messengers on your phone with each other even when you sit side by side. But it was your thing and nobody could take that from you.

You decide, after some hesitation, to take one part of the AirPod and put it in your right ear. Jaehyun smiled happy and started searching something from his playlist. The song he chose surprised you. It was one of the first songs you showed him. He played Body Language by Kali Uchis. It was an artist he didn’t know first and he started liking her music because of you. Accompanied by the music in your ear, you start your workflow and draw your best work on Jaehyun's face. You didn’t know exactly what you do differently, but you were so inspired that you did a very good job. Maybe it was his new black hair, maybe it was just the good feeling that he gave you.

When you were done, he looked in the mirror and was surprised from his reflection. You smile contentedly as he checks his makeup and beamed with happiness.

"Wow, sometimes I think you can do magic." You smile modestly at his compliment, but lower immediately his head. You couldn’t look at him anymore, because suddenly the longing for him increased so much that you can hardly stand it anymore.

"Maybe you should go. I think Kibum's already waiting." You became serious and look at the clock. You take a deep breath and try to stop looking at Jaehyun. He was completely frozen by your sudden change of mood. He could barely react and he just followed your instructions. When he went to the door, you suddenly turn to him.

"Wait, I have to tell you something." You stay on the other side of the room and play nervously with your fingers. Jaehyun stopped and turned curiously back to you.

"I got an offer from YG Entertainment to work as a make-up artist for them, they pay me exactly the same salary as here. They want my answer at 9am on Monday."

Jaehyun's eyes suddenly grew wide because he could hardly believe what he was hearing. He was frozen and you felt that you had to say something more.

"Jaehyun ... I can’t live like this anymore. Every time I see you, my heart breaks again." Tears were collecting in your lower eyelids, but you try to explain the situation as understandable as possible.

"I just can’t get over you. That's why I have to go." You breathe deeply, because finally were your words pronounced. It was quiet between you two for a while. Jaehyun still looked at you wide-eyed, he was completely frozen. And then he opened his mouth. You look at him expectantly and hope for words that would make you feel good. But before Jaehyun can only utter one sentence, Kibum came suddenly into the room.

"Jaehyun we have to go." He looked clearly stressed and he grabbed Jaehyun by the wrist to pull him out. One last look met you again and you watch him as he leaves the room.

Only you stayed behind and you didn’t know if the unspoken words of Jaehyun would eventually be pronounced.

66 hours till the decision

Your knees were suddenly weak and the only thing you could do is to sit down. The pain is spreading in your chest again and you are starting to breathe loudly. It was now real, there was no turning back. You told it Jaehyun and soon you will not see him anymore. The thought scared you and your body start to trembling. It felt like someone was lacing an invisible strung around your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks, one after the other. How could only a simple heartache hurt you so much physically? It felt like you were dying.

You look in the mirror and don’t recognize yourself again. When did you become like this? What did Jaehyun do to you? You just wanted to do your dream job and now all you wanted was him. And now there was no turning back, you had to let him go. You have already gone through many hurdles in your life, but that was definitely the hardest part for you. You take a tissue and dab off the running mascara. It didn’t matter anyway, you couldn’t change anything in this situation. In another universe, it could have worked between you and Jaehyun. But this was the real life and fate takes its course.

When your panic attack had calmed down, you could finally pack your things and go back to your hotel room. You had to pack your things, because as soon as the event was over, the flight get back to Seoul.

When the suitcases were packed, you still had plenty of time. But you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts again. You clicked through the TV, but can’t find an interesting program. You look through the magazines that were in the room, but no article interested you. You try to distract yourself on the internet, but somehow nothing could spark your interest. When the FaceTime sign appeared on the right corner of your laptop and you see the name Renjun, you were incredibly happy. Immediately you click on accept.

"Hi my love, are you okay?" Many in the company criticized your relationship with Renjun, as most claim that you are mothering him too much and mean that isn’t good for him. But you had an incredible good connection to Renjun right from the start. He is for you like the little brother you always wanted. But also Renjun felt this connection and trusted you quickly.

„Everything is all right, we just have to train a lot for our comeback." In the background, you could tell he was in the training room. He had become thinner and that worried you.

"I'm really looking forward to the song, it will be great." You smile and try to encourage him at the same time.

"Yes, I can show you something next time, if we see each other." His eyes shone suddenly and you were glad that he had a phase of bliss.

"Will you come over at noon on Sunday? I can cook you something and we can eat and talk." He clearly had to eat something. You already knew that all the idols in their comeback phase were always very thin, but nevertheless you are worried.

"Sunday sounds good, I have two hours for lunch.“ You talk about a few everyday events for a while and then you're ending the conversation. When you hang up, you feel sick in the stomach. Besides Jaehyun, it will be hard for you to talk to Renjun. You just hope he takes it up well and you could keep in touch with him.

"Y/N, we have to go." Jiho rushed into the room suddenly and she looked visibly stressed.

"The boys are already picked up and we have to go to the airport." She packs her things together and you two make your way to the hotel lobby.

48 hours till the decision

"Jaehyun looked really good at the event, you clearly did your best." Jiho winked at you and showed you the photos on the tablet, but you didn’t really want to look at it. So your gaze wanders short over the screen, then you look out the window again.

"It's bothering him," Jiho said suddenly, turning to face you. You didn’t want to talk further about the topic, it would hurt you anyway.

"He smiles and plays his role, but he's not really there, almost like a ghost." She hands you the tablet, because now she had managed to arouse your curiosity. You swipe through the pictures and videos. Actually, you found everything normal. But you stopped by one video. A singer came to them and talked to the group. He looked at Jaehyun and he smiled, but as his gaze turned away then immediately dropped the corners of his mouth. His face was serious again, almost melancholy. Could it really be? Did he really care so much about you leaving the company? Johnny and Taeyong seem happy and excited next to him, but Jaehyun stood beside them and just did his job.

No. That couldn’t be real. He didn’t want you in his life anymore, it wouldn’t matter to him theoretically.

You shake your head and hand Jiho the tablet again.

"It just an imagination, it doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he is tired.“

Jiho picked up the tablet and shrugged his shoulders.

„If you say so.“

You lean against the window again and look into the distance. The sun has risen and the light shines gently into the cabin. Soon the plane would land and you were glad to be back in your apartment.

One hour before the landing, you had to refresh with the others the make-up of the idols. When you have to do Marks make-up, he was sleeping again. Carefully, you wake him up.

"I'm very fast, I promise." You smile and Mark opens his eyes. You turn his face a little more to yours, so that in the end the symmetry fits. Most of the time Mark was sleepy, but this time it was different. His doe eyes were suddenly bigger than usual and he stared at you.

"Is it true?" He asked. You're just tapping the color with your brush, but you're not looking at him yet.

"Hmm?" You really had no plan what he meant, because you were completely focused on your work.

"Jaehyun has said that you will leave us." When Mark uttered the words, you look up in surprise. So he talked to him about it, you didn’t expect that.

"Oh ... yes, probably…on Monday I should announce my decision to those." A strand of hair fell in front of your face and you wipe it quickly and nervously aside. Actually, you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. But Mark just couldn’t stop staring at you in horror. You knew he wouldn’t stop. You sigh and put the makeup aside.

"Mark, you probably can guess why I'm leaving, but please don’t tell anyone, especially not Renjun. I have to do that myself." You breathe deeply and you know that as soon as you officially announce your termination, you have a lot to explain.

"Renjun will be really down." Mark's eyes relaxed and he looked almost sad.

"I know ... I know, but just because I change company doesn’t mean that I will not be there for you anymore, you can always come to me, okay?“ Mark nodded, but you knew he wasn’t happy with your answer.

For over 3 years now you have been working here and the Dreamies have grown really dear to you at this time. When you started working at SM Entertainment, you only had contact with them at the beginning. You are building a good relationship during this time and it will be hard for you to leave them too.

"But you come this evening?" Mark looked at you again with his wide doe eyes. You sigh, but don’t say anything. In the evening there was a dinner to celebrate the contract with Capitol Records. All employees, and of course NCT 127, were invited. But actually you didn’t mean to go. Mark noticed your hesitation and suddenly grabbed you by the sleeve like a small child would do by his mother.

"Please come, don't just leave." He wouldn't let your sleeve go until you gave him an answer. You simply couldn’t resist his faithful look and you yield.

"Okay, okay, but I will not stay for long.“

36 hours till the decision

You have decided to wear a daring dress for the evening. It was black, tight and asymmetrical. It only had a thicker straps left, that ran to your low neckline, then the dress went tight over your hips, down to your knees. On the right side of the lower part of the dress, was also a cut that went from your knee up to the top of your thigh. The dress showed a lot, but still had class. Jiho gave it to you, because she said, it would be the perfect dress for you. And she was right. You feel self-confident and somehow sexy too. Nothing could go wrong that evening.

With a lift you drive to the top floor and when the door opens, you were really surprised. You've got to hand it to SM, they knew how to party and they didn’t save money at this. The whole walls were glazed. In the middle of the large room stood a large table with lovingly decorated details. Fairy lights hung all over the ceiling and led to the outside, where there was standing a bar and  some comfortable seats. In that moment you became a bit sentimental. All this you would leave behind, just for one man.

"Can I take your jacket?" One of the waiters waked you out of your dreams. You stammer something and hand him the jacket. However, your gaze wandered further through the penthouse. It all looked so incredible and you thought you were in a fairytale. Your fingers gripped the clutch and you dare to take a few steps further into the penthouse. There were already a few people here, but no one from the idols. You look through the faces and see Jiho. She was talking to Kibum right now and was visibly annoyed with him. She kept rolling her eyes and clapping her hand against her forehead. When she also discovered you, she breathed with relief and almost ran over to you.

"Finally you're here! And hello?! Why didn't I see the dress until now?" She looked at you and you reach over your hips uncertainly. Sometimes you felt like you had to pull in your stomach when people looked at your body.

"I thought for today it fits in well." You take a deep breath and look further into the room. You were still too tense because you really didn’t want to see Jaehyun. But another part inside you wanted him to see you in this dress. Sometimes you had to shake your head over your own train of thought. It was so confused and Jaehyun made you completely crazy. At this moment you will realize again, why you want to leave the company.

"Oh thats perfect! Drink it!" A waiter came over with a tablet of champagne and Jiho immediately took two glasses down to hand you one. You hadn’t eaten much that day since you had only slept since the flight, but you decide to drink anyway. When you take the first sip, you realize how the heat spread in you and gave you a good feeling. So you decide to drink the rest quickly, to bring your nerves down a bit.

As the last drop of the champagne dripped down your throat, you hear a murmur behind you. You knew exactly who was coming. But right now Miga, also a co-worker and organizer of the event, came to you and handed you two a box.

"Pull a number and you know where you sit!" She grins and opens the box. Jiho looked visibly annoyed by the idea.

"Do we have to do that? I'd rather sit next to Y/N."

"Come on, that's funny! Usually we always seat by the same people." Miga grinned and she was clearly motivated. But Jiho was still not thrilled. She sighed deeply and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"17. Don’t you dare, that I'm sitting next to that jerk of Kibum"

"Now you!" Miga almost pushed the box against your body. You look down and also draw a number.

"And what is your number?" Jiho tried to look over at you while you open the small paper.

"6", you say and close the note again. Somehow you didn’t feel very well at the game, but if Miga had imagined something, then everyone had to follow.

"Very good, you could already go to your seats. I just have to distribute the last numbers." Miga pulled the box back to herself and went to the other co-workers. Jiho drank fast her champagne and put the empty glass aside.

"I feel like I need more of these drinks!" You both weren’t happy about the idea, but you decide to take your seats, even if they were far apart.

The space right next to you has already been taken. It was one of the hairdressers talking to one of the choreographers and maybe flirting with him a bit. Mark and Haechan, who were discussing about some random stuff which you couldn’t follow, sat opposite you. They waved briefly to greet you and then they argued further. For a short time it was very awkward situation for you. You couldn’t talk to anyone. So you fold your hands, lean your chin on it and look over to Jiho. At that moment Kibum is sitting right next to her and you had to smile a little bit about this situation. The two will certainly not go home alone today. It was always like that. They couldn’t be without each other, but their pride was too great to ever admit their feelings.

And then you suddenly feel a hand on your back and when you turn around, you almost get frightened by his likeness.

"I think I'm sitting next to you. I'm number 5." He shows you his note and sits down on the empty space. Panic breaks out inside you. How could only of all the people he exactly take the place next to you? You watch him sit next to you. His hair was made, but he wore no make-up. He didn’t need it because his skin was incredibly perfect. Every time you were in the mask with him, you couldn’t believe how fine pores could be. He straightened his jacket, that he wore open. Underneath, he wore a dark, but patterned shirt. The first two buttons of his shirt were open. And as always, he wore the silver chain with a small pendant on it. You had to be careful that you wouldn't stare too much. After all, you didn’t want to appear sad or desperate. But you didn’t have the words to speak up and you couldn’t do anything but look at your empty plate.

"Did you had a good nap?" He looked at you and you weren’t sure if he wanted to start simple small talk or if he was worried.

"Yes, I was able to recover well and you?" You knew that Jaehyun was a light sleeper and always woke up because of small things, so it was usually difficult for him to recover sufficiently.

"More or less." His answer was surprisingly very short and almost a little negative. The situation was already so unpleasant for you anyway, so you just decide not to say anything else. At that moment - thank god - the waiter came and took your order. To make the situation more bearable, you order a gin tonic and hoped that the alcohol would numb your pain a little. Incidentally, even more champagne was served.

"You look incredibly good today."Jaehyun suddenly came a little closer and his voice was so quiet that only you could hear him.

"Thank you." You take a deep sip of the champagne and try to keep your composure. The next moment all calls were interrupted. There were a few speeches, thanked all sorts of people and the food was served. Jaehyun's touch and looks have been a constant companion and it drives you crazy. Every time his hand touched your shoulder, back or thigh, it hit you like a lightning strike. Your body felt completely charged and you didn’t know how to go through it any longer.

By now everyone was deep in conversation and Jaehyun was drinking his third glass of whiskey.

"This place somehow reminds me of our first kiss." You look at him with wide eyes. What did he want to achieve with it? Why does he now indulge in past memories that are no longer relevant?

"A little bit..." He was clearly right. Your first kiss with him was in a penthouse. You remembered that day well.

You have just been in Thailand to do some promotions. That day, you heard that your dad married your former best friend. You already knew that they had been having an affair for some time. But they didn’t tell you and - and that is even worse - didn’t invite you to the wedding. Your relationship with your father has never been good, but that was the peak of all emotions. You could hardly spend a second without crying that day.

For the evening, the company had rented a penthouse with an associated pool. You were responsible for the make-up for Taeyong, because a dance video was shot. You could barely hide a sob that evening. Taeyong was very overstrained with your emotions. Again and again he looked around in panic and asked "Is everything okay?". You always just nod and try to behave yourself. But it wasn’t easy to control you emotions on this day. You were feeling so bad emotionally that you were barely able to work. Yun, the second manager, took you aside and offered you, after the shoot was over, to spend some more time up here alone, so you could rest a little bit. You were so grateful to him at that moment, because it was exactly what you needed. When everyone was gone, you took off your shoes and sat on the first stairs of the pool. You pull up your dress and put your legs in the lukewarm water. You close your eyes for a moment to find yourself and lean back. When you open your eyes again you see the city skyline. It was all so powerful and magnificent that it took your breath away for a moment. You were so focused on the gigantic houses and lights that you didn’t even realize anyone was coming to the penthouse. You look to the ground, to the left of you, and you recognize two feet that are just take off their shoes. And then they also wandered into the water and the man's body sat down next to you. It was Jaehyun, the man who has kept your pulse going up lately.

"Taeyong told me that you are here." His voice was very gentle and he looked at you with a warm look. You nod and look into the distance again. As beautiful as it was here, your sadness didn’t disappear.

"What happened today?" He asked, putting an arm around you. Skinshipping felt good with him. It's been happening lately, that touches are piling up and the tension between you is getting more and more intense.

"My dad - it’s complicated, but he got married…to my best friend…and I didn’t know about it." You lean your head on his shoulder and for the first time that day you didn’t feel like crying.

"Wow that's tough." You notice even the surprise in his voice. His hand rubbed over your upper arm and he pushed you a little closer to you.

"I don't know why it annoys me so much, because I haven’t had contact with my father for more than a year, but he's the last of my family since my mother died." You sigh briefly, but for the first time you feel halfway well again that day. Jaehyun always managed to make you feel good.

"It's really hard, but hey, we're just your family now: the team, Johnny, Doyoung, Mark, Renjun, and so on. And of course, me." You look up at him and he smiled widely.

"You're now a part of the family, and Renjun is almost a son to you anyway." He laughed slightly and for the first time you had to giggle again. For the first time that evening, you felt normal again and it made Jaehyun happy that he could give you such a safe feeling. He leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. You had to smile as his wonderful dimples formed. It was quiet between you two for a while and then he rolled off his forehead and the tips of your noses touched. His breath mingled with yours and your pulse suddenly rose again as his lips touched yours.

You didn’t know if the memory of your first kiss made you sad, or just melancholic. But you knew that you no longer felt well next to Jaehyun. You had to get away from him to just breathe. You couldn’t once again be reminded of your past relationship anymore.

"I have to get up for a moment." Jaehyun looks at you in astonishment as you rise from your chair and walk to the stairs leading to the lower floor. Alcohol doesn’t make it easy for you to go straight. But you try to push forward slowly, step by step, to catch your breath in the lower floor where there was no one. You lean against the couch and close your eyes for a moment. It hurt so much to have Jaehyun so close to you again. Why did he have to tease you like that all the time? It was already hard enough to leave the company anyway. But you didn’t want to be dependent on Jaehyun, you didn’t want to be dependent on a man.

"Y/N." You suddenly hear his voice and hope that it is just an imagination. But when you open your eyes, Jaehyun stood in front of you.

"Are you alright?" He asked and taking a step towards you. You tap a few fingers against your forehead and sigh desperately.

„Yes…yes it’s alright. I think I should go home." Your plan wasn’t to stay long anyway and besides, the next day, Renjun come wanted to see you. Even if it wasn’t late, you should go home. But suddenly you feel a hard grip around your wrist. You remove your other hand from your forehead and look at Jaehyun. He looks at you wide-eyed, almost desperately.

"Please don’t go yet." He still didn’t let go of your wrist and went closer to you instead.

"Jaehyun ... I have to ..." Before you could say more, you feel Jaehyun's lips pressed against yours. His hands clasped your hips tight and in that moment you became weak. You fall for him and it filled you with all that you have lost the last few months. His lips parted from yours and he kissed your neck instead. His hands moved up over your waist.

"You look so amazing today," he murmured in your neck as he tries to keep kissing you. As he buried his face in your breasts, you moan softly. His touches felt so good. It was like medicine, which was the remedy for your incredible pain. Everything suddenly felt different. Everything was suddenly easy.

He pushed your dress up a bit so he could spread your legs a bit. As he positioned himself in front of you, you feel his bulge pressing against your thigh. Oh God! That was exactly what you wanted for so long.

His hands are now under your dress and he stroked the fine fabric of your panties. He knew you well. Too good. Because the first touch was already a direct hit. You moan quietly and it was followed by a grunt of his side. He started to rub over the fabric and you barely withstand the tension. You clasp with your hands his shoulders and buried your face in his chest.

"Fuck, I missed you…I missed this.“ He whispered in your ear and you could barely realize what he was saying.

"Jaehyun, I need you! I have to feel you." You look up at him and reach his chest. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He grabbed his belt buckle and when he wanted to open it, you two suddenly hears a laughter that came closer and closer.

"Shit," cursed Jaehyun and straightening his belt. You jumped up also immediately and pull your dress right again. A few people came down the stairs and talked. You decide to pretend that nothing has happened and return to the others.

In the meantime the awkward sitting situation had broken loose and you are looking for Jiho.

"She's gone with Kibum, I'll never understand the two," Johnny replied as you asked him about your friend.

"Neither do I." You laugh and see how suddenly Mark came to you with shots. He handed each of you a glass and you still trying to refuse it. But Mark doesn’t let that happen and together with Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Doyoung you drink a few more. You had to admit that the evening was funnier than you thought and you were going to be a bit sentimental. Was it really the right decision to leave the company? But you didn’t try to think about it that often and just enjoy the evening. After the last shot you could hardly hold yourself. None of you was sober anymore and it was time for you to go home.

You try to call a taxi with your phone, but you were too drunk to even unlock your screen.

"I think it's not a good idea for you to go home." Jaehyun pulled you closer. There were only you six in the penthouse and everyone knew about your relationship. So no one of you had to think twice about your touches.

„No, I can do it, I can’t sleep here. " You're trying to enter your code again, but your phone just didn’t want to unlock.

"Jaehyun was more likely to suggest that you come to us, since Kibum isn’t there today anyway," Johnny said and pressing the button to call the lift. You don’t say anything anymore and just followed the guys. A taxi took you to the dorm and you were glad to be able to lie in bed soon. You were so shaky on your legs that you didn’t even manage to take off your shoes. Jaehyun knelt in front of you, gently took your leg and pulled your high heels off your feet. When he straightened up, he grabbed your body and carried you into the bedroom. Even though Jaehyun himself was drunk, he never forgot his manners.

Haechan was already in his pajamas and mumbled something about "not being too loud". From that moment everything blurred more and more. The alcohol took from now on the supremacy of your thinking and acting. There are only fragments that remind you of this night. You knew Jaehyun helped you out of the dress. You still knew that you felt his lips and you remembered his fragrance. He put then his shirt on you and the last thing you remember before you fell asleep was his words.

"That I left you wasn’t my decision. I don’t want you to leave." Your brain catches hardly his words anymore. You only feel his warm hand on your body and the last thing you said was "Please don’t let me go.“

22 hours till the decision

You wake up with an unbelievable headaches and you need a little bit of time to realize where you were. You recognize the room immediately and you first see the empty bed from Haechan. He was already awake and leaved the room. And suddenly you start to feel your body again. An arm lay over you and as you look down at you, you could see that you were wearing a men's shirt. You turned to the other side of the bed and see Jaehyun lying next to you. He reacted to your movement, but his eyes were still closed. You inspect him for a few minutes. He only had his Calvins on and because of the alcohol was his body completely dehydrated, so his abs stood out - more than normal. You were a person who had never actually looked at good looks. But you were clearly attracted to Jaehyun's body. It caused an incredible tension and tingling in you.

With a jerk, you try to sit up and realize that everything was spinning around you. Your head is pounding and you are longing after a simple shower. Besides, you weren’t comfortable with Jaehyun lying next to you. You had no clue what happened when you got into the dorm. Did you sleep together? Was there more between you two? You check your body for any clues, but at that moment Jaehyun opened his eyes.

"Morning." He smiled and looked up at you in a relatively good mood. At that moment you became doubtful. If you had slept with him, that would be more bad than appropriate.

"Morning." You stammer and looking for your dress.

"I'll go soon. Renjun is coming to me and I have to ..." Suddenly you feel a hand on your thigh and you slowly turn back to Jaehyun.

"But you have still time for a coffee, right?" He looked at you wide-eyed and you just couldn’t resist him. God, how can someone still look so good after drinking so much?

You nod and he immediately jumped up to go to the kitchen. In the meantime, you stayed in the bed and looked in the mirror, which was placed on opposite of Jaehyun's bed. Your makeup was still on your face, maybe a little faded, but it still looked half-decent. You run your fingers through your hair to brush it a little bit. From the kitchen you hear the grinding of the coffee machine and slowly the fragrance fly also into the room. It doesn’t take long before Jaehyun came in with a tablet with two cups and two glasses of water. He carefully set it down and handed you a small tablet.

"That's against the hangover.“ With his other hand he took a glass of water and handed it to also you. You take the tablet and swallow it down quickly. Jaehyun had just taken a sip of his coffee when you look at him questioningly.

„Jaehyun? Do we have ...?" You weren’t been able to say more words. You keep trying to remember the last night, but there were always gaps in your memory. A small smile appeared on his face, but he shook his head.

„Don’t we have the no-sex-in-the-dorm-rule?“ It wasn’t like you two didn’t want to have sex with each other when you were in a relationship. You did it for security reasons. After all, two of the managers also lived in the dorm. Your relationship should be as secretive as possible, only a few people knew about you two. On the other hand, you didn’t do it out of respect for the roommates. After all, Haechan was still a minor when you two came together.

But very early, a peculiar charm developed around this no-sex-in-the-dorm-rule. Sometimes, when the circumstances were good, you came in the dorm to hang out with Jaehyun. You could still remember a certain moment. Your relationship was very new and you two haven’t slept together, because you waited for a quiet moment. Nobody should be able to disturb you and  it turned out, that finding such a moment wasn’t easy. At this timer was always an overwrought sexual tension between you two. Each touch made the tension even more intense and in the end you could hardly have a normal conversation. Everything about the other body was attractive and sexual. Make-outs were almost torture and sometimes you were just about to fuck in the shower quickly.

You could still remember this moment exactly. Haechan wasn’t in the dorm and Jaehyun was sitting in his bed with you. He leaned against the wall and clutched his big pillow. You sat on the other side, because you were avoiding any touch that could tempt you two.

"What are we going to do now?" Jaehyun asked while he was looking at the ceiling. You think for a moment and dig your fingers in your knee.

"Hmm...we could play a game." It wasn’t easy to find something where you would always be tempted to just start to fuck.

"A game? What's in your head?" Jaehyun turned his gaze back to you and pushed the pillow a little closer to himself.

"21 questions. We ask each other personal questions and we have to answer them honestly." You thought that this idea were funny. So you would get to know parts of Jaehyun that you didn’t know yet.

"And the questions can be about everything?" When he asked cautiously, you could already see how he was thinking about the next questions.

"Yes, everything! I'll start. So my first question is, what do you like to spend money on? "Jaehyun nodded intelligibly and thought for a moment.

"Hmm .... maybe food and coffee?“ You had to smile. The answer was simple but honest. That's what you liked about him. Then Jaehyun straightened up a bit and briefly considered his next question.

"Were you rather calm or wild in your puberty?" One had to let him, he knew how to ask interesting questions.

"I came to Korea with my dad when I was 15. So I was in a country where I couldn’t speak the language and he had a girlfriend back then, who was only 6 years older than I. Of course I started to rebelling, because it wasn’t easy this time." It was the first time you had talked to him about your father. You thought it would feel weird, but with Jaehyun you had a good feeling, so for the first time in your life, you didn’t mind talking about him.

It was your turn again and you didn’t really know a good question. At that moment, you ask yourself why you just suggested this game. You were in these things quite uncreative. But it didn’t help, you had to ask him something.

"How was your first time?" Jaehyun's eyes suddenly twitched and he looked over at you in surprise.

"It was just weird. I had no idea what I was doing and I didn’t want to hurt her." You had to smile at the answer, it was kind of cute.

„Hmm okay…my turn. Do you remember what your first orgasm felt like?" When Jaehyun asked this question, you soon realize in what direction your game was going. You had to swallow, because your body suddenly became restless. You pull your legs a little together to calm the pressure in your middle.

„I thought I knew what an orgasm was, but when I got my first, I knew how wrong I was. At first I didn’t know what was happening to me, my whole body was vibrating and tears came to my eyes." Jaehyun nervously ruffled his hair after you answered. The whole questions didn’t make your situation any easier.

"Ok my next question is: How long does it take you to get yourself off, on average?" You bite your lower lip and imagine Jaehyun sitting alone in the room and maybe thinking of you as he jerks himself off. You feel like you got very wet and you presses instinctively even more your legs together.

"Often I don’t have that much time because we're rarely alone. I'd say 5-10 minutes.“ You thought he would spend more time, but you understand that it wasn’t easy to take the time for yourself when so many guys live in one apartment. You could hardly imagine that, because for you was masturbation something you took an amount of time. But you also live alone in a small one-room apartment, so it was easy for you.

"Are you good at giving head?" Jaehyun presses his lips together and you can imagine what kind of scenario was going on in his mind. The conversation was so stimulating that you by only a movement and the friction with your pant, a wave of lust overcame you.

"I don’t think I can answer that question, but so far I have only received compliments." You wink, while Jaehyun buried himself more and more in his pillow. He clearly seemed to hide something. But for now it was your turn again.

"Are you hard?" You couldn’t handle all this anymore. You would prefer to fuck Jaehyun right now. Your panties were already soaked with your juice and you couldn’t continue this game for one second. Jaehyun gave up and leaned against the wall with the back of his head. He put the pillow over his lap aside and you could see how under his sweatpants a large bump had formed. He tries to keep his hands as far away as possible. But you were fascinated because you hadn’t seen his dick yet. You crawl over to him and sat right in front of him. He looks at you expectantly as you lean closer to his body.

"If I help you get rid of your bump, it's not sex, and it does not affect the no-sex-in-the-dorm-rule, or?“ You reach for his waistband and push your fingers a little under his shorts. Jaehyun couldn’t say more than a "oh my god" and he looked up to the ceiling for a moment. You take this as approval and pulled his sweatpants down so far, so that his erection jumped out.

And there he was in front of you. Not too big, not too small, thick and beautiful pink. His dick was extremely hard and the veins that stood out were bulging with all the blood inside. With your hands, you reach for the lower part of his best piece, while your lips were wrapped around his tip. You could suddenly hear a moan from Jaehyun and you feel his dick twitching. You knew that he didn’t need long to climax, since he was already so hypersensitive. You slowly introduce him deeper into your mouth so that his tip presses against your throat. You pull it out immediately and start your movement again. But this time your hand moved too and Jaehyun almost drove this crazy. He put his hand on your head and followed your movement.

"God, your mouth feels so good." You hear him breathe loudly and you notice how his pelvis lifted up and down. So you get faster with your movement. The pressure of your hand around his dick became tighter and you press your lips even more together.

"Shit. I'm com…a-ah..oh my god." You hear Jaehyun moaning, followed by a taste of a warm but slightly bitter substance. You decide to show him his orgasm. You stick out your tongue, which was covered with his white cum.

"Good girl." He took your chin and looked at his work until you swallow it. You still see that Jaehyun's breathing is heavy, as his chest moved visibly up and down. You wish you had more time to feel his dick inside you. But that wasn’t possible yet.

Jaehyun pulled his sweatpants back up and kissed you.

"You can clearly say that you can give a great head.“

"What are you thinking about?" Jaehyun put the empty cup back on the tablet. You feel a bit caught and you didn’t want to give him an honest answer.

"Oh, nothing. I think it was really funny yesterday.“ That was a lie of course, because you were thinking about sucking his dick. But you should go anyway, because every second hurt you to be here. You pick up your dress, that was over Jaehyun's desk chair and turn back to him shortly. You just wanted to change your clothes, when you realize that you were completely naked under the shirt.

"It doesn’t bother you or? I mean, you've already seen me naked." He shakes his head, but you still turn your back to him as you take off his shirt. But you could feel still his gaze on your body. You try to ignore it and put on your dress.

"Jaehyun?" You take your clutch and turn back to him again. He looks up to you and waits for more words from you.

"What did you mean when you said it wasn’t your decision to leave me?" It was one of the few pieces that you remembered from yesterday. But you were too tired and drunk to react in this moment. Jaehyun face got a little pale and he shook his head.

„Oh I don’t know. I was pretty drunk yesterday. I have no idea what I have said." He smiled and shrugged with his shoulders. The answer wasn’t persuasive for you, but it wasn’t important anymore, as you would be leaving soon anyway.

„Goodbye Jaehyun." You turn around and leave the room. Tears started to come up again and you try to leave the dorm as fast as possible.

18 hours till the decision

Your hangover was too strong, so you couldn’t cook. That's why you quickly brought something for you and Renjun from your favorite Italian restaurant.

Renjun just got off the training and devoured his lasagna within seconds. He talked about the new comeback and how hard everybody had to work. You listen to him and could barely touch your food anymore. Your heart started pounding while you put your lips on your hand. With your arm, you support your face and you hoped that you don’t start to shiver. Was it selfish to leave the company? Just the thought, leaving Renjun behind, broke your heart. He had become your family and now you would leave them.

"Everything okay?" Renjun became aware that you are no longer listening to him. You lean forward a bit and slowly lower your arms to the table. You breathe deeply and fight with your tears.

"I got an offer from YG-Entertainment, they want me to work for them." It was hard for you to pronounce this words, but Renjun didn’t really respond.

"You're always getting offers, you're good at your job." He smiled and took a big sip of his coffee. You have to take a deep breath. Oh god, how could you explain it to him?

"They give me the same salary too and I'll probably give them my final confirmation tomorrow." You clasp your mug and look carefully at Renjun. He suddenly turned white in the face and looks at you in horror. You could see all his disappointment from his face.

"What?" His voice was shaky. He keeps staring at you, waiting for an explanation.

"I can’t see Jaehyun anymore, it's like a pain that I can’t handle. If I don’t go, I'll execute myself." A tear rolls down and you wipe it away quickly. You didn’t want to look fragile, you wanted to be strong for him.

"And then you leave us all behind? What about Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Mark, Ten, Johnny, Doyoung?" He listed all those who became important to you in this time.

„You're leaving because of one person and you have so many who are there for you!" Renjun was angry and you couldn’t blame him. But you couldn’t explain this all to him, you couldn’t describe what you feel, what makes you so broken.

"Once you have loved liked this, then you will understand." You gently stroke his cheek and you could hear his angry snort. But Renjun didn’t want to hear that. He slammed his fist on the table and buried his face in his arm. You hear a sob and now you couldn’t hold yourself back, so you started to cry too.

"Hey Renjun." You go over to him and take him in your arms.

"But I'll always be there for you, okay?" You push him closer to your chest. It broke your heart to see him like this.

"You can come whenever you want, you can call me anytime, I'll be there for you." You stroke his hair and try to hold back your crying a little. Renjun didn’t dare to look at you, his sobs didn’t stop and you couldn’t do anything but just be there for him. You sat there for a while and you both cry and cry. But it was a relief for you to finally allow to show emotions. It would feel so liberating if Renjun didn’t break your heart.

Suddenly someone rings at your door and you wonder who it could be. Actually you don’t expect a visit anymore. You wipe the tears from your face away and Renjun straightened up too. Just before the door opens, you try to collect yourself a bit and take a deep breath.

When the door was open, you almost froze.

"May I come in?" Jaehyun stood in front of you. You could hardly believe it and so you took a step aside.

"Um...I have to take Renjun back to the company." You go back to the table where he sat. But he immediately jumped up and grabbed his backpack.

"No, it's okay, I'll take a taxi." He tries to smile, but you could see that it wasn’t easy for him. Jaehyun was already in your apartment and was staring around. What was wrong, you asked yourself and tried to get an overview.

„Renjun! No, I really want to drive you." You didn’t want to leave him alone again. You couldn’t handle that too. It's okay if everyone turns away from you, but Renjun should always be able to come to you.

"It's okay. Really.“ His smile was honest and convincing. He hugged you and whispered in your ear „Don't forget us".

"No way!" You pressed him as close as you can to you, before you let him go. Renjun threw the backpack over one shoulder, picked up his iPhone, and as he passed by Jaehyun, he told him something that you couldn’t understand. When the door closed, it hit you like a lightning. You turn away from Jaehyun because you couldn’t look at him anymore. Because of him you had to go through this.

„Why are you here?“ You didn’t look at him, you just couldn’t. Otherwise you would be weak again.

"If you leave, how long will you stay in the company?" He indicated that you still had a notice period. But you had already considered that.

"I'll let the two companies clear this up, but YG needs me now. I’m going to spend the rest of my vacation so I can leave SM right now." You had accumulated an incredible amount of extra hours at SM as well, so that you can go easily.

"That means you're probably going tomorrow?" His voice sounded so weak and quiet that you turned to face him. He stood closer to you and looked at you with his sad eyes. You just nod and try to dodge his glance a little.

"I wish you wouldn’t go." He took another step towards you and you dare to look at him again.

"Jaehyun, what should I do? I love you, and I can’t stop this feelings for you. It just destroys me to be so close to you." Tears came up again, because you were so mad at him. How could he just allow himself to say something like that? He was the one who had left you. He was the one who put his career over his relationship. You hadn’t condemned his decision anytime because you could always understand him somehow. But he couldn’t ask you to stay.

„Y/N…I..." He stopped talking, but instead he grabbed your hips and kissed you. His grip was firm, as if he would never let you go again. He pressed himself closer to your body and his right hand went under your hair. He showed you that he wanted to feel you fully. At that moment, you couldn’t be strong anymore. You just let yourself go. He started to remove your dress so that you only stood in front of him in your underwear. Your hands went under his shirt so you could feel his stomach. You feel his breathing, how everything moved up and down. Jaehyun broke away from your kiss and removed his shirt to make it easier for you. Then immediately his lips looked for yours again. But his hand was also on the way and he began to feel your whole body. He slipped his hand under your bra and started massaging your breasts. He moaned softly between your lips and you start to open his belt. When he took off his pants himself, he stopped again briefly and was completely out of breath.

"Maybe we should go where it is more comfortable?" He smiled and stroked your cheek. You just nod, because you were so devoted to him that you forgot the language. Suddenly he bent down and grabbed you by your thigh and he put you over his shoulders.

„Jaehyun! What are you doing?“ You had to laugh as your upper body dangled over his back.

"I carry you upstairs.“ He goes up the stairs, which led to a simple platform where you had a large mattress.

When he was up, he gently laid you on the sheets and kissed you softly.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He kissed your neck as he pulled down the straps of your bra.

"And how incredibly sexy you are?" His hand strokes firmly over your panties. You moan softly and whimper for more. You wanted more of him, to feel him forever. You stroke his middle and feel that a bump has formed. It was like earlier, you could feel him again, smell it and taste it. All your senses were occupied with Jaehyun. You turn on your stomach so he could better open your bra. When it was removed, you lay there, because Jaehyun clutched your ass, so you lifted your butt up and he buried his face in it. He pulled down your panties and as you look back, you can see how he also removed himself from his Calvins. You see his dick in the corner of your eye and that his member stood already swollen away from him. You can also see him starting to touch himself. You already wanted to turn yourself so that you could help him. But suddenly you feel his mouth between your legs. A groan escaped you surprisingly and you feel how his tongue pampers you. He grabbed with both hands your ass and he licked you, as if he was starving. Jaehyun was incredibly talented with his tongue. He was the first guy, who licked you with such devotion. He never did half things, he was always good at it.

You lean against the mattress with your upper body, your breasts pressed firmly against the white sheet, while your ass is pointing up. He stopped licking you and you wonder what would happen now. You place your arms behind your back and Jaehyun grabbed your wrists so you could barely move. With his fingers, he stroked gently over your folds to moisten them a little. Suddenly stopped his middle finger in front of your entrance and he gently pushed him inside you. You moan quietly and closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy this. His other fingers started to claw in your skin and you feel that the pressure of his body is more on you. You knew what that meant.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard today that you'll never forget me.“ Jaehyun suddenly became faster in his movement. His middle finger pushed as fast and hard as it went, in and out. You suddenly feel the good feeling and your body bends. But Jaehyun had you so tight in his grasp that you can barely break free. You start moaning in the sheet. You couldn’t be quiet anymore, that was all too intense. No second was quiet anymore. You just couldn’t stop moaning. Your body started shaking and your feet contracted.

And suddenly Jaehyun stopped. But his right hand was still tight around your wrists, so you couldn’t see what happened. You feel his knees at your feet and you feel how he stroke with the tip of his dick between your folds. He stopped again for a few seconds. But then you feel how he slowly penetrated you with the tip.

"I've been waiting so long to feel you again." A grunt escaped him as he slowly pushed his entire length inside you. You feel how your wet walls getting stretched and it took your breath away for a second when he was completely inside you. Two or three times he slowly pushed his dick in and out, but then he put his other hand on your left buttock and leaned with his weight even more on you. His movement became faster in a short time and now he begins to moan softly. His hip bones slapped against your ass, making a clapping sound. He was getting faster and faster, you are screaming louder and louder. Until he leans back and let your wrist be free. His thrusts got slower until he stopped completely. You try to follow his movement with your ass. You wanted more, you were greedy for his dick. But Jaehyun stops you. He leans over to you and kissed the back of your head.

"I want to see your breasts bounce when I fuck you. I want to see your face when you come." A shiver ran down your spine as he whispered this in your ear. Jaehyun turns you on your back, leaning over you and kissing your neck.

"And I want to hear you scream." He grunts as he distributes more kisses to your body. You raise yourself a bit to see Jaehyun better. With your hands you support yourself behind your back. You spread your legs and Jaehyun positions himself immediately in front of you. You were so well-tuned together that everything felt incredibly natural.

"You are so beautiful," he says, looking at your whole body.

"I wish I could take you like that every day." And with these words he penetrated into you again. He leaned back slightly to get better control of his loins. While he fucks you like this, his hands wandered over your breasts, squeezing them a bit. Then his hands moved over your lips. He played with your mouth with his thumb. You start to play with it, suck it a little, which Jaehyun started to groan and closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment. When he opened it again, he became faster and penetrated deeper and deeper into you. Your breath became louder and mated with your moans. Jaehyun put his hand under your ass to fuck you even harder. He was thus better in control of your body and could bring your body even closer to his.

Your breasts bounced to the faster movement and you feel how the wave of your orgasm slowly came. You're starting to get louder, your moaning transforms to a scream. Tears ran down your cheeks and Jaehyun didn’t stop. He fucked you over and over until your body couldn’t handle it anymore. Your body twitched and vibrated because of your hypersensitivity. But Jaehyun still went faster and suddenly you hear a loud moaning on his part and you feel how it got warm under you. His body collapsed on yours and you feel his warm breath. You slowly stroke his hair and played with his silver chain around his neck, which he somehow never took off.

You two were enjoying the moment and your bodies.

It wasn’t more.

It was simple.

It was perfect.

9 hours till the decision

You came so often that afternoon and evening that you couldn’t count it anymore. It was like he was putting all his energy into you. But late at night Jaehyun also reached his limits. After you ordered pizza and he brought you to come again, you are lying naked in bed.

„Can you sing for me?“ He asked while closing his eyes. He seemed so incredibly relaxed that you hadn’t seen him like this for a long time.

„Every night you come back to me, every night I forgive. Thats what it means, that what it means to be where home is. Everyone leaves eventually, but they never forget. Thats what it means, that what it means to be where home is.“ You begin to sing the first lines. You weren’t a great singer, but you sang this song to Jaehyun often, if he couldn’t relax in the evening. It was his lullaby that only you could sing for him. The song was originally produced by the J-Rock artist MIYAVI, who worked for this song with his wife together. She sings the song and it has so much emotion and love in it.

„Thats what it means, that what it means to be where home is.“ You stroke his hair and felt his relaxed breathing. It was so unbendingly to look at him, because he was so calm. And at that moment it felt like you two were alone in this world and only your love would exist.

„Tell me what is like out there. Tell me how they love you, like I love you. Tell me how you fought out there. Tell me how they love you, like I love you.“ This song brought so many memories back. You see the memorabilia pass by in pictures and you try to keep every part as good as possible in your mind. You wish that you could once again turn back time and enjoy the moment when you could still be a couple. You suddenly remember so much. Like when he brought you a card of one of his favorite pictures in the Guggenheim Museum, or when he used every moment to touch you, even if it was just a fingertip touch.

„When the sun comes up and the silence comes. Tell me, that you know I’m here. Tell me that you love me, like I love you.“ As you stopped singing, you suddenly feel that strong pain again. He will never return, you will never come back. It was the last night you spend together and then your love will only exist in past memories.

You lie down next to him and try to close your eyes too. But suddenly Jaehyun turns to look at you calmly.

„Y/N, I love you." He kissed you and then put his forehead on yours. You couldn’t say a word, you would love to start crying again, but you've already cried so much that day, so you just look at him. He closed his eyes with a smile and in that moment you feel a wave of happiness. You sleep in his arms and for a long time you have felt peace in your heart again.

1 hour till the decision

All night you were only accompanied by a light sleep. Again and again you woke up and looked over to Jaehyun, who sleeps calmly. At some point you couldn't lie in your bed anymore and you stood up. You put the blanket aside and walked down the stairs. You urgently needed a shower, after all, there was still all the sweat and cum from the past day on you. You couldn’t sign the contracts with YG in this condition.

In the bathroom, you turn on some Lofi music and try to relax with a warm shower. You close your eyes and pictures of last night came in your mind. You still feel Jaehyun on you, partly because you were still sore down. It was so perfect yesterday, as if everything was going to be normal. But today is day X and you will leave now.

After getting fresh, putting on some clothes and applying make-up, you start making coffee for you and Jaehyun. It didn’t took long before the whole apartment smelled after coffee and Jaehyun started to get up. As he walked down the stairs, he was pulling up his Calvins and his smile was sweet as sugar. He stood behind you and hugged you.

"Good Morning." He buried his face in your neck. You lean your head to the side and enjoy his lips on your skin. If it had been a normal day, then you would have loved that it ended in morning sex. But you had to leave soon, and he had to go too.

"I made coffee, do you like it?" You lift the coffee pot from the stove and start to fill the liquid in a cup.

"You're the only person I know who doesn’t have a regular coffee machine and uses an espresso maker." He laughed and broke away from you. He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched as you continued to prepare the coffee.

"Coffee machines don’t make good coffee, and the espresso maker creates the perfect heat and pressure for the best coffee." You fill a little milk inside and give him his cup. He laughed again and took a sip of the coffee.

"You are unique. Do you know that?" His eyes suddenly stared at you and at first you didn’t know how to react.

"Don't say such things." You put down your mug and stroking your hair. He didn’t make it easy for you to leave the whole time. But now he act like your boyfriend and that offend you a little bit. He felt immediately your displeasure and also set aside his cup. His eyes became serious and he gently touched your hips. Then he drew you a little closer to himself and looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, I love you. Really…“ You didn’t know how to react. His hands on you felt incredibly good again and you wanted him to never leave you again. You would like to jump into his arms and scream. But there was no room for your love in this life.

"We should go." Your voice was low and shaky. You fight with your tears, but it didn’t help. With a desperate sigh let Jaehyun you go and got dressed. You pack your things and took your car key.

"Shall I drive you to the company?" You didn’t want to let him go, you wanted to spend every last second with him. You knew it was not good for you, but you had a war in your mind that nobody could win.

Jaehyun nodded and you both leave the apartment in silence.

The drive was quiet. It was just a short ride that you already knew the route well. Still, you stare at the street as if you were learning to drive. You can feel his eyes on you, but you couldn’t reciprocate him because you knew that you would burst into tears.

You park your car in the parking lot of SM and turn off the engine. But none of you got out. It was tremendous quiet between you two. You turn to Jaehyun and dare to look him in the eyes. His look was warm and loving. How much would you like to watch him over and over again. But these times were over now.

"Y/N" He took your hand and you look how glassy his eyes were.

"I don’t want that you leave.“ You had to swallow, but after the last hours it was somehow clear to you that these words had to come.

"Can we be together again?" You already knew the answer to that question, but you wanted to ask him again. All that you two had now, you could always have.

"You know we can’t do that, it's just not possible." You hear the despair in his voice and for the first time it seemed to you honest.

"Then you have your answer, right?" Your hands are interlock together and you notice more and more tears gathering in your eyes.

"I've made that decision for us, not just for me! It's also about your life and your career." He sounded almost desperate and you just don’t understand what he meant by that.

"You tell me that again and again, but it make no sense for me. And my career?“ You pause briefly and looked at him with wide eyes before continuing.

"This isn’t important anymore Jaehyun. You showed me what love is and my goal isn’t anymore to have a good job, a career and to have a lot of money. I want to feel what I have felt for you again. And if I have this, I want to marry him and have some wonderful children with him." A tear rolled over your cheek and you had to laugh a little.

"I think that makes you to an adult or? When you finally know what you want in life.“ At that moment, Jaehyun put his palm on your cheek and brushed away a tear with his thumb, and when you look at him you can see that he's also fighting with his tears.

"Thank you Jaehyun, for showing me what love is, and I will never forget what you have done for me. But I have to let you go now, otherwise I can never learn to love again." More tears rolled down your cheek and suddenly you hear a sob from Jaehyun. He took his second hand, put it on your other cheek and put his forehead on yours. You can feel the salty tears now pouring down his face. It was a strange feeling, because you had never seen Jaehyun cry before.

"And you will meet a beautiful girl and marry her, you will have beautiful children and maybe one day we will meet at the playground with our children and we will reminisce and laugh about this time." More tears streamed down your face and your sobs grew louder. It was strange. You were face to face to Jaehyun and you both sat there and cried. But you had to leave. You slowly pull yourself up and try to smile. Your eyes sparkled and you look down at Jaehyun who is still burying his face.

„I love you Jung Jaehyun. I love you so much and because of this it hurts so much that I can’t have you. That's why I have to go.“ You lift his head and look at him. Tears ran down his face.

"I love you too." You realized that he tried really to collect himself. Your lips touched and joined in a kiss. This moment felt like time was standing still. His touch was hot, his lips were full and all your longings were filled in that one second. This moment would never fade away, it would always remain in a memory that would never disappear from your mind again. No man would be like Jaehyun anymore. Anyone else you would kiss would you compare to this kiss. Could you really love a man who wasn’t Jaehyun?

After this kiss, you weren’t sure anymore. After he broke away from you, you held your breath for a moment. He left the car and you look after him for a few seconds. When he was no longer in sight, you burst into tears. Your sobs growing loud and you couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. It was almost like a panic attack. The knife pierced your chest again and you felt the strong physical pain again. You wanted to scream, but no noises came out. You hold your fist in front of your heart and your upper body cramped. You are here for a few minutes, hoping that the pain would soon stop.

_______________________________________________________________________

"We are really pleased that you have chosen us, don’t worry about SM. We are going to take care of that. Now you have to focus on your work and there will be a lot to come on." You look at the man standing in front of you and you couldn’t say much. Not even a smile was possible.

"Here's the contract, you just have to sign here and the rest is fixed." He handed you some papers that you read carefully. You had already received a draft of the contract. This is hardly differed from the other one.

You take the pen and want to sign, but you hesitate for a moment. With this signature, you would let Jaehyun go completely. There was no way to see him anymore. This signature would mean your final end. But Jaehyun seems to have already made the decision for both of you.

You take the contract and perpetuate your signature on it.

Now you have made the decision.

It didn’t make sense to thought about it anyway, because a relationship with Jaehyun was hopeless.

[casualotptrash]

Why the Persona 3 FES vs Portable Debate Makes Me Want to Fly Into the Sun Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Yes, this is an emotionally fueled rant about Persona 3. No, this is not meant to send hate at those who enjoy Persona 3 FES or dislike Persona 3 Portable.

That being said, this discussion mentally pains me. I won’t go into all of my opinions on the matter here (I’ll probably go into it later with more posts), but I will be talking about one of the most prevalent “points” that I see being brought up every time the comparison between FES and Portable is made:

“Just play FES with the controllable party members mod.”

This point, although it doesn’t say so directly, essentially sends the message to anyone who doesn’t know the differences between the two games that the only thing Portable has to offer (besides the obvious changes to the game) is controllable party members. For the sake of this post, I won’t be going into the obvious changes such as having cutscenes and The Answer in FES compared to no cutscenes and a FeMC route in Portable. Instead, I’m going to rant about every other positive change I can remember that no one seems to talk about.

1. Jealousy Mechanic

Unlike in FES, the jealousy mechanic is completely erased in the Male Route. The dialogue/warning will still show up after hanging out with multiple female social links, but the social link will never reverse or break because of this. Social links are already a pain to try and max out in a run, even on NG+ without a guide, so the fact that you don’t have to stop seeing a social link for awhile or focus on just one girl at a time means this will at least be marginally easier in Portable. For those who don’t care about maxing out all of the social links, it’s still a relief because you can hang out with whatever social link you want without any penalty. This doesn’t apply to the Female Route as there isn’t a jealousy mechanic even implemented into that.

2. Fatigue Mechanic

For the pure amount of people I see complain about Tartarus, and don’t get me wrong I’m one of them too, I cannot comprehend how they fail to mention this change. In Portable, the fatigue mechanic is totally gone. Much like the jealousy mechanic, the text is still there where the navigator will say you’re getting tired, but no one actually gets the tired effect until you leave Tartarus completely. This means you can bust out a whole block in one sitting, if you so choose. I found this extremely useful because I hated being in Tartarus and this allowed me to just get it all done quickly instead of having to go back and forth from the Dark Hour multiple times.

3. Various Battle Mechanics

In addition to adding the “direct” command to the tactics menu (allowing controllable party members), Portable also adds the “defend” option. This is akin to the “guard” option in the other games where you use your turn to gain more defense. The combat system has also been improved to function more like P4′s in the way that you can get a 1-more from knocking just one enemy down, it no longer takes a full turn for a party member to get up after being knocked down (so you can stand up and immediately do your turn), party members can follow up with a co-op attack if you knock an enemy down, and after a certain social link event for the team social link party members can take a fatal blow for the MC. Again, I don’t know how people are not talking about any of these changes besides the “direct command” addition while also complaining about how Tartarus is a slog. You know what makes it less like a slog? All of these additions.

4. Equipment Menu

Many of the changes not talked about are tweaks to Tartarus/battle gameplay, and this is another one of them. Although more of a small quality of life change to save some hassle, I personally appreciate any change that makes Tartarus easier to get through. In FES, if you wanted to change your party member’s equipment, you would have to talk to the party member who you wanted to change the equipment for. That means if you wanted to change your whole party you would have to do your own first and then talk to your three other party members individually. Portable changes this so that there is one overarching equipment menu that you can access (like in the future games) and change their equipment there.

5. Fusion skills being items + Personas giving you skill cards

This is probably one of the smaller changes, but it can still be really useful. First off, fusion skills in FES are activated when you have two specific personas needed for the skill, but in Portable fusion skills can be bought as items from a store. They cost “gems” that are collected in Tartarus and I think some can be acquired as rewards for quests. This can be useful if you want to use a fusion skill without needing to have the two specific personas taking up slots. Additionally, every persona now gives the player a skill card once they reach a certain level with them. Skill cards can also be bought for gems in the same store that fusion skill items can be bought from. With how fusion works in P3, in which skills are unable to be specifically selected to pass onto the persona being fused, having skills cards is a pretty good change.

6. More Tartarus events/anomalies

Sometimes when going into Tartarus, “anomalies” can occur. This ranges from entering a floor and having your whole party be separated or entering a floor and having no shadows present. Portable adds four new anomalies, and although they may not add much sometimes they can be pretty helpful. The four new events are experience gain will increase on the floor, enemy items drops will increase, the floor will become dark and the auto-mapping feature in game is temporarily disabled, and upon entering the floor it can be fully mapped by the navigator. I specifically found the increased experience gain to be useful because that really boosted the experience cards and could easily level you up without having to grind for hours.

7. Two more added difficulties + Vision Quest

With the new changes to combat, some people dislike how easy the game can seem. To counteract this, or for people who really just want to play the game for the story, two new difficulties were added to Portable: Beginner and Maniac. Beginner is below Easy and significantly toned down enemy damage, and the player has 30 plumes of dusk (opposed to 10 when starting on Easy). Maniac is above Hard, and it adds a heap of new things to make the game more difficult such as enemies deal 2 times more damage than normal, can gain a higher chance of Enemy Advantage when not taken by surprise, and certain weapon fusions cannot be performed. If this still isn’t hard enough for you...I’m sorry, or something? I personally played on Easy because I was working my way through the Neo-Persona (3-5) games and didn’t want it to take ten years.

If you still want more of a challenge, or a fun time-killer, Portable also added Vision Quest. Like the Monad Depths, it’s accessible through Tartarus. Upon entering there are is a door corresponding to each Full Moon boss (besides the Magician) and five special doors. Each Full Moon boss door can be fought with any party members, but the bosses are much stronger than when they were originally fought. For example, the Hanged Moon boss (last one fought) is level 54 in the base game. In the Vision Quest, the Hanged Moon boss is level 95. I did complete all of the doors in Vision Quest (on my NG+) and this one took me almost as long as the final boss of the game to beat, because of the level and the fact that is has 18,000 hp. Yes, I was around level 95 at the time too because I wanted to fuse Messiah. For reference, the final boss has around 25,500 hp in total and is level 76. The five special doors are more so puzzles rather than standard fights in my opinion because you’re forced into the fight with specific party members and stats. Each special door also has its own strategy to beat it, which is where the puzzle part comes in. An example of what these doors offer ranges from having three strong enemies you can only hit with physical attacks that consistently switch between nulling, being weak to, and absorbing all three kinds of physical attacks (and the three enemies switch at different rates/patterns) to fighting an enemy one on one that you need to kill in a certain amount of turns before they insta-kill you (and there is also a pattern of what these enemies are weak to/null/etc.) If you even try looking up what the Vision Quests are you’ll likely to see a plethora of guides because these fights can be very frustrating if you can’t get the patterns down on your own. However, that’s still good for a challenge. In addition to all of this, if you beat all of the doors you get the option to fight a second secret boss: Margaret (from Persona 4).

8. More part-time jobs

One of the more minor changes, but in Portable there are more places where you can work at for part-time jobs. I don’t know if it follows the same system as FES, but generally the longer you work at a job the more money they will give to you. This can be helpful in the early game if you want to raise a stat by working and gain money at the same time.

9. Soundtrack 

This one is tied in directly with the FeMC Route, but a whole new soundtrack is available in this game. You are able to hear almost the full Persona 3 FES soundtrack in this game with the Male Route too, so if you play both routes you won’t miss out on a majority of the songs. Personally, I like a lot of the songs from both soundtracks (and the P3 soundtrack is one of my favorites, if not maybe my number one favorite, of the 3-5 series). I believe it is also widely regarded as a solid soundtrack, and some even like it more than the Male Route one. You could just listen to the soundtrack without playing the game, but again this list is just going through changes from FES to Portable that people don’t often mention.

10. Extra scene at the end of a NG+ run (Spoilers for those who do not know the end of the game)

For everyone out there who likes the dating sim portion of Persona and a heaping of heart-breaking angst, this is for you. On a NG+ run of either route, in the final scene before the credits roll you are able to spend your last moments with whoever you romanced. They each have their own personalized little scene, that is beyond adorable and sad, and the game ends with one last loving comment/sentiment from them before you fade away and Memories of You starts playing. In my opinion, it’s a great little addition, especially for those who like to play multiple runs.

And that’s the last of it I suppose, although there are some other minor changes I probably missed because they’re too small or probably can’t be considered either a “good” or “bad” change. Anyway, asking others for their opinion on the two games is obviously fine, but if you’re someone who boils down the situation with providing the input “Just play FES with the controllable party members mod.” ....don’t. Please :)

[fgodestinyawakenings]

Which 4 star would you recommend? 🤔

Sorry for the late reply since I’m currently studying a part-time course on the weekday ^^;

I’d say it’s always boil down to what you really need the most in your party? A particular class like Saber, Caster, Extra Classes? Or more of, DPS, Tank and Healer? If you’re going for husbando/waifu, again, all the following above are irrelevant and just grind for QP. Because raising a waifu/husbando isn’t cheap

I’ll put the rest under the cut for Servants (sort by classes), numbering are based on what I used most or feels good which is debatable before anyone starts murdering me. And also some I have yet the chance to try because they are not home for me after rolling/i didn’t pick them at all

Sabers:

ST NP:

Lancelot

Yagyu Munemori & Rama

Diarmuid Saber

Papalot will always be my number one no matter who says, and been saving my ass in both FGO JP and NA. His own skill alone is summary of enjoying hearing him crit his enemies to death. With support like Tamamo and Castoria, he makes the pain twice as fun :D

Unfortunately for all his attacks, he’s your glass canon. So you don’t have either of the two support or just any support in general, he’s going to die ASAP. Munemori’s 2nd and 3rd skill are a headache with them being mixed together, especially that Evade + increase attack

Munemori is the one I feel should actually be on par very closest to Lancelot with both sharing the same NP type. In terms of surviving longer, this old swordsman is your choice. But in terms of consistent attack, it’s Lancelot.

Oh my sweet Rama, while I’m sorry DW is a dick in putting your wife in Arcade (BECAUSE FUCK YOU DW, THAT’S WHY). You’re worth to grind and have on par with Munemori. So far in LB whether or not having any Demon enemies, his damage especially on crit is as good as Lancelot. But unortunately, this skill is a one-time effect, so need to know when to make use of that burst to kill your Boss. Lastly, he’s got the Guts in terms of own survival kit.

As much as a husbando you are my dear Diarmuid... You’re also fucking expensive in terms of grinding 180 stakes to raise you. NP damage is good which is unfortunately held back that your defense buff removal comes AFTER dealing damage to your enemy. He’s more in need of a good support like Skadi to put him to his fullest potential (or heck hell you might as well take Caesar since he does better than him being in the same NP quick category)

AOE NP:

Artoria Alter

Siegfried

Suzuka & Nero

Gawain

Artoria Alter being first aside story-locked, her damage output for me is the highest among all I have used just using her skills alone. But may or not need strengthening to upgrade Intuition, have her more crit-based attack? (dude, everyone getting their intuition replaced.)

Siegfried ranked higher to me because he’s still hits hard enough in my opinion to replace AOE saber that I don’t have such as Artoria Alter in JP. However, he’s still easily replaceable once you got better AOE Sabers. And, you’ll still want him in some event and main story mobs where dragon-type enemies show up.

Compared the two above after using Suzuka, she’s definitely ranked third with lower NP damage. Charm, well, may or not work but LB debuff immunity is saying otherwise for all male servants. But her skill of generating her own stars help her in criting and gaining NP slightly more faster.

For Nero’s case, she’s more on survivalist skill thanks to her 3 times Guts skills. Arts AOE NP Saber are limited until you get budget Jason next year which, yeah, Jason works better than her if you want NP damage. Her attack boost is based on RNG probably either want to love or have hate sex with you to get that buff out. Again, if you want more of surviving long duration fights in LB thanks to break bars, she’s your good choice.

While Gawain is story-locked issue too, he’s heavily reliant on his skills. Which those skills are also can be highly reliant on field to be Sunny before strengthening. But charging of NP will take a long while with his current deck set, so you’ll need a better support or AOE Saber to do the work

Support:

Chevalier D’eon

If you haven’t grinded Georgios or Leonidas, they are your best replacement for tank support. The two I mentioned will do a far more better job than D’eon, aside wanting their NP to debuff.... Which unfortunately also not that useful in current LB difficulty, too many servant bosses are putting up debuff immunity.

Archer:

ST NP

Chiron

Tomoe Gozen

Emiya Alter

Tristan

Chiron-sensei as per his lore is more of a support due to his skills revolving mainly in supporting your party. Castoria and Tamamo may or not fix with his damage output but you definitely want that remove defensive buff which comes BEFORE dealing damage at your Boss enemy.

Tomoe’s burn debuff makes her one of Arjuna Alter’s best friend if you’re aiming for him in the future. But aside from that, her skills are quite generic of attack + np damage buff, crit gather and drop (lacking of crit dmg to make her good on her own right) and guts to survive. However she isn’t story-locked, so if you can wait for her to spook...

Emiya Alter: I haven’t tried what’s the changes aside increased in damage output with Castoria. But he’s more of a staller in removing enemy gauge by 1 and if you have those annoying enemies with tons of defense buff, he’s your Servant against to fire a hole in them. Only issue his normal version Evade and star drop rate is gone and replace with a defense buff, so may or not need support to keep him alive

For Tristan I didn’t put him high because if you have David, he’ll do a more slightly better job than him? Reliant on Skadi if you have her to boost his damage for NP, which... If you’re doing NP charge from his skill, do remember he has that unfortunate debuff of NP seal that blocks him from using NP during or not the same turn. Though if you’re getting him to complete your Knights of Round Table Servants collection urgently and not caring about gameplay, go ahead :D

AOE NP:

Mama Emiya

Atalante

Now that’s my mom who raised me :D But anyway, Emiya’s investment especially 2 years later with that one last NP strengthening, he’s a nightmare of Arts AOE Archer once Castoria joins into the party. Right now before strengthening, he still crits hard in single attacks with his own star generation + also having evasion to survive.

Without Skadi especially, Atalante both damage output of normal and NP is very weak. Her NP more or less served as a function to gain a one-time burst of 60+ stars. But if you have Skadi and your friend support does, then get her for one of your Quick Archer Servant farming if you don’t have her.

Lancer:

ST NP:

Li Shuwen

Vlad III EXTRA

Medusa Lancer

Li Shuwen will be one of decent choice Arts Crit Lancer before Kagetora kicks in next year. A good burst of his NP helps to kill your enemy Boss ignoring that he also have a instant death NP. Though said burst is relying on both 1st and 3rd skill which... they should have just kept either one (preferably ignore invincibility) and pointless for them to stack. 2nd skill however is ok with your evasion to survive and increase star gather rate.

Vlad III EXTRA’s NP... Pretty much gonna see more Evil Servant in the future so he’s good to keep around. And that ignore invincibility is good until DW being a dick and put Archer Servant with Solemn Defence in the future LB. Despite lacking skills to survive, he has his own HP recovery that also buffs his defense and attack. And a decent taunt if you haven’t got Leonidas ready, for 1 turn. Though damage output you’ll need support like Merlin to increase.

Maybe just me without Skadi, Medusa Lancer ranked low due to her damage output. But having Skadi will increase her rank with 1 skill keep her alive (invincibility + guts), 1 skill to stall (charm and provided it’s male servant), and 1 last skill for one-time burst in attack.

AOE NP:

Parvati & Artoria Alter Lancer

Valkyire

Fionn

Elizabeth Bathory

Nezha

Artoria Alter Lancer being another Servant who like her Saber, does well in her AOE NP damage. And a good debuff of NP seal to stall + def buff ignore damage. However trying to gain NP for her is problematic if you don’t have support like Merlin to do so.

Parvati will be one of the many Servants recommended to have if you’re going for Double Skadi farming. She’s got good NP refund and good support to other Servants. But make sure your Skadi or support having a star generator CE to get her loop going.

Like Parvati, you’ll need Valkyire if you already got the former for double Skadi farming. She’s more on a defensive in surviving if not use for farming, and definitely Skadi regardless to improve her damage performance. Beside that, her NP is applied with good buff such as ignore evasion and instant death for demonic enemies (excluding them working on enemy Servants)

If you’re aiming for Castoria next two years, Fionn is one of the Servants to invest for farming. And latest strengthening has upgrade to give more of NP charge to himself and your party. His own NP buff to mental debuff immunity is good to prevent him from being stun like charm, etc. However if you’re in need of Rare Prism and any other reason or so, feel free to burn him.

Elizabeth doesn’t rank high since she’s more support and debuff oriented Servant than damage. Support being attack that gives additional boost to female servants and debuff lower defense and curse. Unless you’re urgent to complete your Eli-chan collection, she’s not in a hurry to get and can spook anytime.

While Nezha has a good skill kit of own Quick + Buster buff, increase star weight and remove debuff, and guts + NP charge.... Most of her skills are best used if they are at max level. And even at max level, her low NP damage isn’t that a viable choice with better AOE NP Servants above be it farming or attack.

Rider:

ST NP:

None of the above

This is the only rare case I really don’t recommend getting, especially mary and anne. The two are definitely meant to be glass canon which unlike Hijikata, there’s no guts for them to survive if you want to utilize their NP at its fullest. Welfare and 3 star like Ushiwakamaru and Ryouma, Mandricardo in the future does a better job than her.

AOE NP:

Astolfo

Martha

Marie

In terms of damage output among the 3 Riders, Astolfo hits hardest and also perfectly compatible with double Skadi farming. Has 2 rank up on strengthening their NP and 3rd skill to improve farming performance. However outside farming, they definitely still need Skadi to keep that performance.

Martha is one of the more recommended Servants when it’s come to Challenge Quest. Mainly her instant team debuff removal and enemy buff removal targetable, and additional healing. Damage output may be easily fix with Merlin and Waver to deal more. But, as of now her status whether being useful is debatable as most LB debuff on your team are permanent thus rendering her to rank lower.

Despite sharing the same NP type, Marie ranks lower using more of a support for herself and her allies on her damage. Her NP buffs while it’s provide good support, it can easily be replaceable with either Jeanne, Merlin, Waver, etc. But if you’re not concern for her and already got Astolfo, you can still get her to invest on Quick farming. Or raise Medusa who could do about the same like Astolfo...

Caster

ST NP

Queen Sheba

Circe

Sheba while story locked, she fits well in both support and own DPS of herself for CQ and in LB. NP damage may be concern but having Tamamo and Castoria will makes up for it, especially in surviving for long fights. Her excellent NP gain with good crit buff helps her to refund NP easily for spam.

Circe while provide good support (debuff removal and star gather) and debuff (poisoning AOE), she ranked lower from a few things. One being very bad NP gain (if your NP charge skill on CD), low NP damage which can be compensated with good support, and debatable stun NP effect. If you already have Xuangzang or Caster Shuten, you’re better off with them. 

AOE NP:

Nitocris

Caster Gilgamesh

Nursery Rhyme

Helena

Thomas Edison

Nitocris ranking top for her being the best farming Servant to have, and remained that spot with now Castoria boosting her damage. NP Charge skill at full 100% when needed, increase death chance (can be RNG and not effective with some enemies) and Guts + Buff removal making her a Servant recommended to have. And of course being the best.... You’re gonna need to offer her 180 bones of your dead enemies to upgrade her skills to the max, making her one hell of an expensive material grinding Servant to have.

Caster Gilgamesh with wisdom now considered one of the recommended Arts Support Caster if you don’t have Tamamo or Castoria. While damage can be lacking, his NP debuff of lowering defense helps your other Arts DPS to crit to death thanks to his skillset. Despite that, he still additional support and composition which preferably best work when the team deck in total has higher percentage of Arts cards.

When paired with the right team, Nursery can be one of the good damage dealing and staller for AOE Caster. The latter however is RNG dependant which praying it works in your favor. She also have good NP refund and self-charging with her skill making her easily spamming her NP. But she’ll need good support to boost her damage and star generation to utilize her.

If you still haven’t gotten Waver and willing to wait for that SSR ticket in the future, she’s your alternative with all cards type buff, 20% NP gauge charge and own crit star generator. NP deals good damage, which further improve with either Tamamo and/or Castoria. However, many may turn away of choosing her because of notorious long skill cooldown even at max level. Also if friend support already got your main 4 or now 5 support of Caster, you’re better off with other Servants unless you want her for farming.

Thomas gonna need his strengthening to increase his rank here, mainly that 1st skill to reduce skill cooldown which is targetable. While his NP and normal damage is weak, he makes up by being the best stalling support (provided no debuff immunity), having skill seal, NP seal to stall enemy Servant. 3rd skill of his provide a good buff to your main DPS to overcharge their NP level. And, also being a story-locked servant some may consider getting him if you can accept the long cool down (2nd skill at 10 turns CD on max level) on his skill.

Support

Medea Lily

If you’re wondering who is the White Mage/Healer in this game, that would be Medea Lily. Pure healing + Debuff removal and now a targetable buff removal resist? That’ll be her where many sought her in Challenge Quest. But her skillset is overshadowed easily by your Top 5 Caster (Merlin, Waver, Skadi, Tamamo & Castoria) who can do those said job if not better than her.

Assassin:

ST NP:

Yan Qing & Emiya Assassin

Wu Zetian

Carmilla

Chiyome

Yan Qing while I put him first, he can easily replaceable with Jack who does better star generation. Or pair them to generate even more stars while you watch them burn your potato phone. His recent skill upgrade increase his damage making him more usable in fights, but will still need Skadi to invest him well.

Emiya Assassin, with good NP damage buff like Ignore Defense + Invincibility and NP drain, own Arts buff, and targetable taunt, he’s one of the recommended Servants for Arts DPS with Castoria when she’s out. And especially needing Castoria because of his horrible Arts card NP generation... If you got Shiki who’s doing better along with Hundred face Hassan, you’ll want them for damage and own survival kit.

Wu Zetian would be in line with Kiritsugu if not better for damage, but is heavily reliant on her Imperial Privliege RNG to work with her. Skadi support and buff removal NP makes her one of the recommended Assassin Quick NP DPS to pick if you’re lacking..

Carmilla is low rank while despite having good NP gain, charge and own healing with a staller..... You’re better off having other Servants like Wu Zetian. Or even Jack who does more better than her on the Anti-female damage.

Chiyome definitely her low damage despite NP spam and charge, make her least wanted for SR ticket. Even NP seal can be ineffective with those having debuff immunity, which many other Assassins are doing their job including the 3 stars one.

AOE NP:

Katou Danzo

While waiting for Gray next year, Danzo is your currently only 4* Assassin with more on the support side. Having both targetable evasion and invincibility, she can keep either DPS or support Caster against enemy on their attacks and NP. AOE damage may not be boost a bit with the help from said support caster, unless your enemies are demon to work against.

Support:

Stheno

Aside additional Rare Prism to exchange, Stheno acts more of a support if you want to challenge yourself with a Divine Servant theme in CQ, etc. She along with Gorgon Sister are known for their notorious Charm Lock in CQ, and NP now easily spammable to remove buffs on enemy. Stheno together with Euryale is why Gawain is having nightmare every night ever since his humiliating defeat in Camelot. But in terms of damage output, you definitely want alternative Servant than her. And support wise, you’re also better off with others if you’re not that into Divine team routine.

Berserker:

ST NP:

Heracles

Penthesila

Beowulf

Atalante Alter

Ibaraki

Aside being bias because that’s my boy I raised and grailed him, Heracles will be your number 1 must have Servant to have for all Master. One of the best surviving Servant for long fights, may need a little boost from support Caster. His investment to get Bond 10 will be a long while but will definitely be worth it once achieved. Now, with the latest strengthening his Guts Skill and own CE makes him the monster on why Lancer ga Shin Da and Emiya in Saber Route one of a nightmare to fight with.

Penthesila while ranked second despite lacking of Greek Males (doesn’t include Achilles avoiding her), she provide a good Buster support for all team, own NP charge and debuff immunity for herself that brings out a high NP damage. However, without Merlin... She’ll die before finding and killing Achilles.

I swear to god DW has a grudge against you, Beowulf. But hey, after his strengthening next year, good bye intuition, hello Inspired Hero that increased crit damage and gather rate! If you’re looking for a more general damage unlike Penth, he’s your boy. High NP damage and Guts to keep him in the game longer, but requires support to boost NP gain and normal damage.

Like many other Quick Servants, Atalante Alter is Skadi compatible. A ST NP with staller and curse debuff, her own crit generation, gather and damage allow her to produce good NP damage. Yet like all Berserker she falls harder in terms of glass canon like lacking of survival skills. Her critical dmg is hard to maintain with her 1st skill merely providing her a one time burst.

Probably the one Servant who fits truly as a glass canon is Ibaraki, NP damage can be comparable with Heracles, Penth and Beowulf. Removing own debuff and enemy buff is a good thing, but defense buff alone may not save her from enemy Servants who hits the poor banana like a truck. NP gain may also need boost from support due to her triple BBB in her deck.

AOE NP:

Lancelot Berserker

Frankenstein

Tamamo Cat

The most recommended yet also possibly need additional whaling is Lancelot Berserker. The moment Skadi appears, he’s on the top list of having in party to do farming. Own NP create large amount of sum and massive crit boost helps to refund NP. But, without Skadi and needing NP2 at least, he’ll be ranked lower.

Frankenstein will be your alternative to berserker Lancelot if you already have him. But like Berserker Lancelot, you’ll need Skadi to do the looping. Her own NP Damage boost and increase gain helps for the loop, but unfortunately you’ll need Servant with debuff removal to remove her stun after using her NP. Aside farming....You’re gonna want other Servant to save her from getting killed within few turns.

Tama Cat aside being one of Chaldea main cook, she’s more utilized for farming after abusing poor Waver and Caster support. And poor Waver everyone will have to do their best to protect Tama Cat who took a few turns of napping (stun) after using her NP. Beside that, she does provide an RNG of NP drain and own defense and attack boost. However other than farming, you’re better off with other AOE Servants for survival.

Avenger:

Situational between Gorgon or Hessian Lobo

Because a Ruler enemy is very rare to find aside coming LB3 without mention spoilers on who, it’s more or less situational. Do you want for the sake of it? Want to do your own CQ rules to experiment against? If so, AOE or ST NP?

AOE being Gorgon where she got a a decent AOE NP Damage with a stun but definitely need support to survive (guts may not be sufficient) and star generation. She’s also story-locked which if you want to get her before Babylonia, might as well do so.

Hessian Lobo is compatible with Skadi and alternative if you don’t Avengers like Jeanne Alter. Good crit gather for 3 turns with Skadi or any other Servants provide star generation. NP damage has own boost of ignore evasion and additional crit damage, excluding your instant death. While having buff removal is one and atk decrease, your death resist is still ineffective on enemy Servants boss.

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Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

ςhαp†εr †εη: Lost In Delirium

Character Count: 11,574

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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Because I have been lonely, I value love.

-Leonard Nimoy

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“How’s your business tycoon of a boyfriend doing?” 

The immediate reaction of yours should have been an eye roll but instead, you ended up dropping the empty whiskey glass that you were cleaning. You gasped as the glass broke, sending sparkling bits scattering here and there. To say you were a little distracted was an understatement . Whatever had happened between Namjoon and you was consuming your senses completely. You had come close to kissing him, twice and every single time you were interrupted either by your thoughts or someone else. You were confused and…angry? You couldn’t tell.

Did you want him or did you not?

You sighed, crouching down to pick up the broken pieces as your coworker, Isla, towered over you.

“He’s not my boyfriend. How many times are you going to make me say it?” You muttered, your voice laced with annoyance and frustration. Annoyed, because Isla kept calling Namjoon your boyfriend. Frustrated, because it wasn’t true, no matter how much a part of you wanted it to be.

You carefully cleaned the shiny marble floor, the bar counter hiding you from the eyes of your manager, a very moody and rude man who had no respect for his workers whatsoever. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the perverted kind at all. That was probably the one thing that made you stay, along with the money, of course.

 “Oh come on, Y/N! If Mr Kim isn’t your boyfriend now, he will be very soon. I can tell that you like him a lot. And you even stay under the same roof. You want me to believe that a man and a woman can stay together without-“

“Maybe you should focus on restocking the bottles rather than prying into Ms Y/L/N’s domestic affairs.”

Your eyes widened, your head jerking up to see your manager glaring at Isla. You winced, crawling towards the bin to throw all the glass bits you had collected, knowing that Isla was probably being burnt to the ground by your manager’s eyes. He was scary, more than Hitler. Okay, that was a bit of exaggeration on your part but he was horrifying, nonetheless.

“Sorry sir, I’ll get to work right now.” Isla apologised in a small voice and you swore this was the first time she sounded so weak. Isla was a very driven person, capable of a lot of things but when problems stood before her, she preferred to cower away. That loud and giddy girl existed only in front of you. It was a surprise that within a week you had managed to grow so close to someone.

Isn’t it the same with Namjoon?

You pursed your lips, moving to help Isla before the club opened for the night. 

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"Namjoon, just because you're doing what your father wants you to do, doesn't mean you're a bad person."

Hana's words kept replaying in Namjoon's mind, like a broken record player that he was unable to fix. There had been so much warmth and love in her voice that Namjoon had thought he was dreaming. He was only 19 when his father pushed him into the Mafia business, his mother running away soon after she saw him making his first kill. To this day, Namjoon wished it had all been a dream. His father breaking the awful news to him. His mother leaving. Hana dying, only to come back alive as someone who didn't wanna stand by him anymore.

Maybe if it had all been a dream, then Namjoon's life would have been better. Maybe he would have lived like a normal guy with a normal job and a normal family. Everything would have been so perfect.

Namjoon clenched his jaw as the car came to a halt, the club's name flashing in the darkness of the night. It was a few minutes past 9, everyone's anxiety growing bigger than they could ever imagine.

"Okay so, just a recap. We'll be scattered around, trying to blend in until Hana comes and we confront her." Rex confirmed, earning a groan from Jungkook who was seated beside Namjoon in the backseat along with Yoongi.

"Once again, this isn't a movie. We aren't gonna go to her until she's done talking to whoever she's planning on meeting." Jungkook replied, his eyes glaring at Rex who sighed in disappointment and sulked in his place. The others were in the car that followed behind, hoseok's voice ringing in the earpiece that all of them had.

"She could be here any minute, we should go in."

There was heavy silence for a second, the air very thick and suffocating. Jungkook knew he had lost his favourite person, she wasn't the same Hana now and he had to let her go. The girl that used to be his link to the innocence of the world was gone and he let it happen. No matter how much he told himself that it wasn't his fault, he failed to believe it.

"Let's just get this over with." Yoongi muttered under his breath, pushing open the door of the car and stepping out onto the gravel. It was a cold night, Yoongi's blue suit jacket doing nothing to keep him from getting cold. The only thing keeping him warm was the adrenaline rushing in his veins, a subtle ache in his heart on seeing Namjoon's grim expression. Whatever was gonna happen, Yoongi could only hope they all would be okay again. To him, this wasn't that big of a surprise because he saw it coming. But Namjoon and Jungkook, he knew they were hurt. Very hurt.

As the club loomed over them, they all glanced at each other, Jungkook's eyes falling on Namjoon towards the end. There was a silent message being passed, Namjoon's eyes softening at the look of betrayal in the younger's eyes. In that moment, Namjoon swore he was gonna be strong for the rest of the members. He had to step up as the leader and take care of everyone. He didn't worry about himself too much because he knew. He knew that at the end of the day, he'd go home and he'd find you waiting for him with the smile you wore all the time. Maybe someday he'd be able to tell you what you had done to his heart, but for now, he knew he'd be okay.

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You placed the different glasses of drinks on your tray, moving through the crowd as you kept track of which glass goes on which table. The mass of bodies grinding against one another in the middle of the dancefloor, made it difficult for you to navigate your way through but you had to do it. This was probably why Isla always took charge of the other end of the club. That was the VIP section. You shook your head in envy, grabbing the glass of beer and placing it on a single table where a man with a black cap sat, bobbing his head and looking around the club. "Enjoy your drink." You stated, your robotically sweet tone having been perfected with practice. It was the same everytime, no matter who you were serving. The man looked up at you as you passed by him, not noticing his face in the flashy lights that reflected throughout the place.

Rex was positive he had seen that face before. It wasn't very clear in his mind but he knew he had seen those eyes.

The only question that remained was when?

He narrowed his eyes, thinking hard about who it was. That waitress had a very familiar face but he couldn't put a finger on where he had seen her.

"Rex, I see you zoning out. There's a man at the bar who just arrived, he looks like he's waiting for someone, keep an eye on him."

Namjoon's voice rung in Rex's ears, making him flinch at the suddenness of it. He quickly shook himself back to reality, eyes falling on the man who had, indeed, just arrived. Nonetheless, he saw the same waitress again, picking up another round of drinks as she laughed at something her colleague said. Rex wondered if Namjoon could see her. Maybe he'd know who she was, because the curiosity was killing him. He had such a bad memory, that's probably why he failed half his tests in school.

"Hey boss. Do you see that girl at the bar? The waitress? The one with the ponytail?"

The response was immediate, all the members' heads turning to look at who Rex was talking about. Namjoon couldn't see very clearly, only the back of that waitress was visible to him. But upon seeing her, he felt something familiar, like he knew her.

"You don't actually have to describe her, there's only one waitress there." Jungkook snapped, glaring in Rex's direction from the corner of the room. He was just growing irritated at how long it took Hana to get there, nothing personal against Rex. No matter how annoying the kid was.

Rex pursed his lips, seeing that there was only one waitress there, thankfully it was the one who he wanted to ask about.

"So does anyone of you know her? I think I've seen her before but I can't remember. Help me out, my dudes. I'm dying out of curiosity."

Jimin rolled his eyes at Rex's words. My dudes? He was definitely not fit for being in a gang. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, shifting a little in his place but he still couldn't see her. Seeing that there was no sign of Hana yet, he decided to move closer to her, pushing through the dancing bodies until he was in the clear. Under the colourful lights, he somehow managed to see that face. The one that made his eyes immediately move to Namjoon who was standing on the floor above. Before Yoongi could do anything, he saw the way Namjoon's lips parted in surprise, his eyes stuck to your figure hunched over the bar table.

"Is that...." Hoseok voiced, still trying to come to grip with the situation. They were here to find Hana but looks like there was someone much more interesting there.

"..Y/N." Taehyung added, glancing at Namjoon who had his jaw clenched, his fingers tightening against the railing as he glared at you. Not that you knew. He had been caught way off guard, finally catching onto your lies. You worked at a cafe? Bullshit.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, taking in your appearance. A pretty one, he wasn't going to deny that. Your eyes were very... expressive. They shined under the lights, telling everyone that you were content with how your life was going. For a second, Jungkook saw the same flash of innocence that he used to find solace in. The only difference was that you weren't Hana. He cleared his throat, looking at Namjoon and concluding that no one knew about your little job. Oh.

So the new girl was a liar.

That thought made Jungkook feel better. A part of him blamed you for whatever was happening, but he also knew he had no reasons to hate you yet. You seemed like a good person, he could understand why Namjoon took you in. He would have probably done the same anyway.

You patiently waited for the bartender to make the next round of drinks, your elbow resting on the shiny black counter as you looked around the club. You hummed a little tune to yourself, feeling grateful that tonight there had been no catcalls or inappropriate comments directed to you. It had been a good day, you were sure of it. You wondered what Namjoon was doing, recalling how he had told you he had a meeting to attend. He surely had a very tiring job.

Your eyes wandered to where Isla was standing, her expression distraught as she tried to get her hand out of a stranger's grip. You immediately straightened up, your breath hitching as he pulled Isla onto his lap, his companions laughing at the scene. You were fuming at this point, your feet taking off in her direction, ignoring the calls of the bartender behind you as your shoulder brushed against Yoongi's. But you didn't notice.

Every single member had his eyes trained on you, watching in confusion as you ran to the other end of the club. Right then, Rex happened to look at the entrance, a hooded figure making its way to the mysterious man that was sitting near the bar. He inhaled deeply, looking back at you and then the others. No one was paying attention.

"Guys, Hana's here I think."

At that, everyone's eyes shot to the bar, where Hana took off her hood and began having a serious conversation with the mystery man. Jungkook's blood boiled at the very sight. He was surprised at how quickly he began to hate her but anyone who hurt his family was his enemy. No matter the reasons. He saw Namjoon, fuming and making his way downstairs. Wrong move.

"Let her go." You bellowed over the music, prying the man's hand off of Isla's waist and pulling her to you. She was crying by the time you came, hiding behind you as she sobbed into her hands. You weren't gonna lie that you weren't scared when he stood up but this was no time for that. It was time for you to be strong, to learn to protect yourself.

"And what do you think you're doing?" The drunk man seethed, clenching his fists as the people around you stopped their activities to see what was going on. You breathed heavily, taking a step forward. "I'm sorry but you cannot touch a woman without her consent. We can throw you out for inappropriate behaviour towards the employees." You stated calmly, reminding yourself that you still had a job to keep. Hopefully, your manager would see that you were on the right.

Namjoon was joined by Yoongi as he made his way towards you, his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You had a lot of explaining to do but that was for later. Right now, he could tell you were getting yourself in trouble. Jungkook discreetly pushed his way towards Namjoon, walking beside him.

"What are you doing? Hana is there and this is gonna grab too much attention." He explained, only to hear a scoff from Namjoon. The leader halted, turning to Jungkook as he stared at him with cold eyes. "Y/N needs to be taken out of here. We don't need to wait for Hana to see us. Go and do what needs to be done." He instructed, earning a reluctant nod from the younger male.

"Oh baby, did you want to be in her place? You just have to ask, you know?" You wanted to throw up at the stench of alcohol in his breath. You were beyond disgusted, your head bringing back unwanted memories when you used to be treated like this by strange men. You swallowed thickly as his friends laughed, his hand inching closer to you. Just as his fingers grazed your skin, he was punched to the side, his body landing on the floor with a loud thud. You gasped, your eyes widening as you looked at whoever had saved you.

Namjoon's eyes looked back into yours with anger and disappointment, your heart fluttering on seeing him but you knew it was over. What you didn't want him to find out, was laid out before him in the clear.

"Namjoon..."

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Game Journal: Anode/Cathode Tamer - Final Thoughts

Having finished playing the first of the Ryo games, below are my overall thoughts on its gameplay, its story and characters. Generally speaking, I enjoyed my playthrough but found the game severely flawed, and I don’t expect to play it again.

Recommended for: Digimon Adventure completists. Non-completists will be better served by the PSP game, general digimon fans by too many games to mention, and it wouldn’t cross my mind to recommend this to non-digimon fans.

Gameplay

This game is too simple. You know the game has a problem when you can repeat the exact same strategy with a random super-mook and the final boss of the game, with the only difference being how many times you heal. Most of my initial difficulty with this game came not from it being difficult, but from me not knowing how to access my items.

Even the layer of variety added by the environments are diminished by the flying-types being effective in any kind of environment. While the enemy digimon get stronger the further in the game you get, the environments and thus strategy remain the same, so while there is joy in learning what kind of combinations are better, once you know them its basically impossible to lose, or even be too challenged. Flying-types are overpowered, healers are overpowered, combine the two and you’re invincible in the main game (no idea what multiplayer was like). Basically, I don’t see this game having any replayability value.

In its favor, there is basically no grinding in this game, unlike in the vast majority of digimon games. Your improvement in the game is not measured by a number on your digimon’s profile, but by how well you know to stategize and corner your opponents. The raising-sim Digimon World games sort of work like this too, but this game takes it even further by not even having an evolution system.

The game has additional content that can be accessed by having a V-Pet or a Digivice, but given I don’t have a WonderSwan or the original version of those toys, I can’t comment on them.

Story and characters

The story is pretty bare-bones, which isn’t surprising for an anime tie-in game (if anything, it’s more surprising that its sequels went beyond just an excuse plot). The most interesting part of it is how it implies that the Chosen Children were able to return to the Digital World very soon after the events of the anime and went on further adventures. Otherwise, not much to say about it.

While character interactions weren’t too present, there were some nuggets of interesting things in them, even though a couple times they’re only interesting because of how they contrast what we know of them in other media:

Ryo: Our main hero is pretty much a blank slate for most of the game, silent while Agumon does all the talking. Beyond the normal goodness every kid hero is expected to have, Ryo is very aware of his situation in the Digital World, asking Gennai if he was also brought to it against his will and seemingly assuming that he can’t go back home until he defeats Milleniummon (something that no one ever tells him). He quickly grows very attached to Agumon, and seems almost too distressed when he has to say goodbye, even though he’s apparently very aware that Agumon has never truly been his partner. In general, not particularly interesting here but with plenty of stuff that could be fleshed out in further games.

Agumon: Due to Ryo’s status as a silent protagonist, Agumon is the one who actually engages in conversation during cutscenes. In a way, this makes him look like the actual hero of the story, calling for help, gathering allies, comforting Hikari, guiding the new Chosen Child and generally acting like a leader, being recognized as such by the Chosen Children and the other digimon. It’s a very clear change from his behaviour in Adventure, and while I can’t truthfully say this is reflected in 02, it is true it makes his maturity while talking with BlackWargreymon in it seem more fitting.

Millenniummon: The new villain has basically nothing to him besides cockiness and power. He’s better characterized through his minions, the resurrected villains, whose threats are more explicitely violent than in Adventure and seem weirdly subservient to him given what we know from the rest of their appearences. This could be argued as indirectly characterizing him as a vicious brute forcing his minions to be as subservient to him as possible.

Gennai: The game adds a layer of grumpiness to a lot of his earlier dialogues, making him constantly and subtly dismissive of Ryo through the early portions of the game. Later on, he returns to a standard passive mentor figure.

That’s everything I have to say about this game at this point in time. I’ll soon be starting a playthrough of Tag Tamers, which I will be giving my thoughts on in this same “game journal” format. From what little I have played of it thus far, it looks like at the very least the narrative massively improved from this game, so I’m excited to see what the game team learned from this one. See you next time!

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“I’ll thrill you more than any ghost ever would.” Eisuke (NSFW)

Halloween Countdown--- Day 7

MC gulped as she stood in front of the elevator that was supposed to take her down to the basement of the Tres Spades. The cleaning crew needed more amenities to stock the rooms of the guests with, and Erica has asked (more like demanded) she be the one to go and retrieve them. Hikaru had offered to come and help her, but Mr. Kenzaki asked him to go fetch a guest from the airport instead. She was on her own with this one. Normally, MC wouldn’t consider this type a task a big deal, but there were rumors going around that the basement was haunted. Giving herself a pep talk, MC was about to step onto the elevator, when she felt someone grab her arm.

“AHHHHHH!” MC screamed in panic. She was about to try and run, but the mysterious person held her back. “Stop being so loud,” the voice ordered. MC turned around to find herself face-to-face with her boyfriend Eisuke. Momentarily forgetting she was at work; MC threw herself into Eisuke’s arms. “You scared me,” she admitted, “I thought you were a ghost!” Eisuke smirked and chuckled while shooting his girlfriend an amused look. “You always say the most ridiculous things.” Eisuke pushed the button to open the elevator and pulled her on. “I’ll go with you, so you don’t have to be scared,” Eisuke reassured the timid maid, “And besides, I’ll thrill you more than any ghost ever would.”

MC cocked her head in curiosity wondering what he could have meant, until he suddenly pushed her back against the wall. Eisuke placed one hand on her hip, and the other reached under her uniform. She shivered as his hand slowly made its way up her thigh. Two of his fingers slipped inside of her underwear, while his thumb found her clit. “You’re so hot and I haven’t even done anything yet,” he whispered seductively, “Let me show you what thrilling really means baby.” Without anymore warning, he plunged his fingers into her throbbing wetness. His fingers thrusted in and out of her, while he grinded against her clit. Her back started to arch and Eisuke leaned in to support her frame. “Ahh, yes!” MC whimpered when Eisuke’s actions allowed her to climax.

She clutched tightly onto his arms while her body pulsated from the aftereffects of her orgasm. Once MC caught her breath, Eisuke pushed the open button on the elevator, which had arrived at the basement sometime during the couple’s encounter. They stepped into the basement and a loud crash echoed throughout the basement. MC jumped into Eisuke’s arms and buried her head into his chest while covering her face with his jacket. Cautiously, MC peeked from his jacket, and let out a yelp when she saw a white figure coming towards them. “Eisuke, it’s a ghost!” MC cried out in fear. Eisuke didn’t seem to be concerned at all. In fact, he sighed and almost sounded a little annoyed. “I know that’s you Baba,” Eisuke called out, “You better come out now before I get angry.”

The tension that was in MC’s body, disappeared when she heard that the mysterious ghost, was actually the loveable thief. She looked up to see Baba shuffling over to them with a guilty look on his face. “I’m sorry MC,” he replied with true sincerity, “I just thought it would fun to play a small joke on you MC. I didn’t think you would be so scared.” MC jumped down from Eisuke’s arms, and Baba started to walk over to her. Baba started to reach out for her hand, to place a kiss on it, but Eisuke violently swatted him away. “Stay away from my woman!” Eisuke roared and Baba started to cower away. “Geeze boss, no need to get so scary looking,” Baba stuttered before vanishing.

MC was so used to weird scenes like this happening since becoming associated with the bidders, that nothing really seemed to shock her anymore. She adjusted her uniform, and began to search for the supplies, not forgetting the original reason why she needed to visit the basement in the first place. After a quick surveillance around the room, she quickly found the amenities she was looking for. Getting ready to load up the items onto a nearby cart, MC went to grab them, but Eisuke had other plans. He wrapped her into an embrace from behind, and she felt his erection press up against her. “Forget about that for now,” Eisuke ordered, “Focus on how you’re going to thrill me instead.”

“I have to get back to work,” MC quietly protested, “What about the-”. Eisuke’s lips crashed down onto hers, cutting off her chance to finish her thought. MC knew there was no point in arguing with him, so she abandoned her resolve, and enjoyed thinking of all the ways she was going to show Eisuke a “thrilling” time.

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