#even if you just want to scream at us and tell us what we did wrong please do. we've been wondering

[aislinregin]

I don't like getting political anymore. I have too much to protect, too much that leaves me and people I love profoundly vulnerable in the current climate. But I feel like I have to say this, so I'm going to do something that makes me sick to my stomach: I'm going to censor myself.

I have always told myself, my partners, my friends, my children that when you're getting the measure of someone, you should definitely trust your gut. Or your pet, whichever gets there first. Animals have a keen sense for danger, and your gut is just the part of you that doesn't realize you're supposed to be a civilized human. But also, possibly even more importantly, people always tell you who they are eventually. It might take a while, they might put on a good show for years. But sooner or later, people always tell you who they are and what they want to do. That can look different in different people. Let me give you an example.

When I was seventeen I started dating a guy I worked with. He was 19, so only a little older, but where I lived he was a legal adult so there was definitely a power dynamic at play that I was not equipped to navigate safely. This guy said all the right things, made all the right moves, for months. And the whole time my gut was whispering "this isn't right, something is wrong." But I could prove it, not even to myself, so I told myself I was imagining it. I was not imagining it. One day I was riding in the backseat of a car with this guy and he wanted to go to a friend's party. But it had been a long day for me and I was tired and I knew his friends were the type who would want to drink a lot of beer and act foolish and I was just not in the mood. So I said that was fine but he could go by himself because I wanted to go home and read a book. He said "no, we're going to the party." And I said "No, you can go if you want but I'm going home."

And then he slapped me across the face.

He did it once. I think it surprised him how little I reacted (it wasn't the first time I'd been slapped, it wasn't even the hundredth). I looked him in the eye and I remember very clearly that my gut was suddenly louder than a bullhorn: "YOU KNEW THIS WAS WRONG, AND NOW HE'S SHOWN YOU HOW."

So I smiled, all coy and sweet, and unbuckled my seatbelt to scoot over like I was going to cuddle up to him and "apologize." Then I unbuckled his seatbelt, reached across him, opened the door of the car, and shoved him out of the car. It was moving, slowly through a neighborhood, and the driver was so shocked he slammed on the brakes while I closed the door and locked it. The now ex boyfriend was screaming like he'd been shot (he was fine, was barely bruised). I told the driver that if he didn't drive me home right then I was calling the cops.

All that to say that people will always tell you who they are and what they want eventually. If they're being honest, what they say won't change much over time, just as they grow and evolve. You can track those changes, be part of them. But if they're lying or putting on a mask, sooner or later they'll slip up and then you'll know. What you do next will tell them a lot: it will tell them if you're going to let them be who they really are, if they can continue to use and abuse you. Trump has never been anything but brutally honest about who he is. He has been telling us from the start who he is and what he wants. And the whole damn country or even world has been scrambling to assure us that it's fine, he can't do those things, we have all these things that protect us (Congress, police, the military, the Constitution). But I have been listening to Trump and his people. I've heard everything they've said. They've told us who they are. And when people tell you who they are, the trick is to take them at their word. Believe them. So you know what? I believe him. But I can't shove him out of a moving car. I can get out of the car though. It's happened before. It's happened before here. We have a secret history no one wants to talk about, one with mass graves under residential schools less than two hours from where I sit right now, chemically castrated queers, non consensual lobotomies on autistics and other neurodivergents, internment camps and forced migrations and outright fucking massacres. What Trump and his puppeteers want is not out of line with this country's soul. This is not new. This is what this country has always been. It's time to believe it. It's time to get out of the fucking car.

Let's connect some dots here

The Trump administration kidnaps and sends hundreds of people to a prison camp in El Salvador with no due process (meaning they never have to prove these people committed whatever offence the Admin claims)

The Administration sets the precedent that anyone, up to green card holder and naturalized citizens, will be subject to this for practicing free speech in a way the Administration doesn't like

The Administration puts out two Executive Orders, one which says they believe trans people and parents of trans children are all sexual offenders and another that anyone who criticizes Israel is a terrorist

The President puts out a statement, in public, saying he wants to find ways to send US citizens to those foreign prison camps

The Administration directly defies 2 different SCOTUS decisions that say anyone who is deported must get due process and (this one a unanimous decision) they must return a wrongfully deported man

The US President now tells the President of El Salvador, again in public, that they will need to expand their facilities because he wants to start sending "homegrown criminals" to El Salvador very soon

We aren't even in boiling the frog territory any more, we're in a flash frier.

Like I hate sounding like a fucking tinfoil hat nutjob, but it's clear as day, right? He's saying exactly what he wants to do. And no one is doing anything about it. They're just saying "hey that's illegal!" and then letting it happen anyway.

[fushigurokogane]

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖥𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 ── ★₊˚.⋆⁺₊

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader warnings: NSFW / 18+ ONLY — Explicit sexual content, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking (light), NASTY and DOMINANT Megumi, overstimulation, possessive behavior, semi-public sex (bathroom quickie at a party), dirty talk, use of explicit language (cock, pussy, etc.), creampie, mirror sex, mild dumbification, nickname kink (doll, princess, babygirl, darling), aftercare. author's note: Please read responsibly and know your boundaries. 💋

The party was a blur of pulsing lights and sweaty bodies, but none of it mattered—not with the way Megumi had been watching you all night. That sharp-eyed, jaw-clenched stare from across the room every time someone got too close. Every time you smiled too pretty at someone else. Every time you leaned over just a little too far, knowing damn well your dress barely covered anything.

You’d been playing with fire. And now you were gonna burn for it.

The bathroom door slammed shut behind you, and the second it locked, Megumi had you caged against the wall.

“Oh, now you wanna run?” His voice was low, dangerous, hand already wrapping around your throat—not tight, just enough to remind you who the fuck was in control. “You’ve been teasing me all night, doll. You think I wasn’t watching you act like a filthy little slut out there?”

“Megumi—”

“Uh-uh.” His other hand yanked your dress up, bunching it around your waist. “You don’t talk unless I tell you to, babygirl. Got it?”

You nodded, breath stuttering, pussy already soaking through your panties.

“Of course it’s fucking soaked,” he muttered, dragging the thin fabric down your thighs. “This greedy little pussy just lives to get filled, doesn’t it? You really couldn’t wait until we got home?”

He spun you around, pressing your chest to the counter, your ass out, fully exposed to him in the mirror. The way he looked at you—hungry, dark-eyed, possessive—made you clench around nothing.

“Goddamn,” he growled, smacking your ass once, hard. “Look at you. Bent over like a perfect little fucktoy. You wanted this, didn’t you, princess? Wanted me to ruin you right here where someone could walk in?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, voice wrecked already.

Another slap. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

You heard the jingle of his belt, the low hiss of him spitting into his palm. Then the hot, thick weight of his cock dragged along your folds, teasing your dripping entrance.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pressing the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. “So fuckin’ needy. So desperate. You don’t even deserve it, do you?”

“No,” you whispered, clenching around nothing. “Please—please, I need it.”

“That’s right.” His voice was dark silk. “You beg for my cock, doll. You earn it.”

You were just about to sob for it when he finally slammed into you, all the way in one brutal thrust. You cried out, biting your lip to keep from screaming as he stretched you wide, the filthy sound of skin on skin echoing off the tile. He didn’t wait—his pace was ruthless, each thrust pounding into your soaking pussy like he was trying to fuck the attitude right out of you.

“This pussy,” he gritted out between thrusts, “was made for me.”

You nodded helplessly, tears pricking your eyes from how full you were, how good it felt, how fucking deep he was hitting.

“Say it,” he growled, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back so you were forced to look at yourself in the mirror. “Say who owns this pussy.”

“You—fuck—you do, Megumi!”

“That’s right. I fuckin’ own you, darling.”

His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, tight circles that made you choke on your moans.

“You’re gonna cum for me, like the pathetic little cockdrunk slut you are. You hear me, babygirl?”

“Please—Megumi, I’m—”

“Do it. Cum on my cock, now.”

And you did. You shattered around him, body convulsing, vision going white-hot as your orgasm tore through you. But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, pace unrelenting, overstimulating your clit until your legs buckled.

“Too much—” you whimpered.

“Oh no, doll,” he breathed into your ear, voice dark and twisted with desire. “You don’t get to tap out yet. You wanted to be a little brat at that party? You’re gonna take every fucking drop I give you.”

He lifted one of your legs onto the counter for a deeper angle, thrusting even harder. Your pussy was spasming, drooling around his cock, slick soaking both your thighs as he chased his own high.

“You feel that?” he grunted. “Feel how tight you’re squeezing me? Fuck, you’re gonna milk my cock dry, princess.”

He slammed in deep one last time, holding you there as he spilled inside you, hips twitching, low moans spilling from his lips as hot cum filled your cunt.

Neither of you moved for a second—your body limp and trembling, his chest heaving against your back.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, and you whimpered at the emptiness, cum dripping down your thighs.

Megumi kissed your shoulder, hands suddenly gentle as he fixed your dress and wiped between your legs with a paper towel, murmuring soft praises now.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your temple. “Took it like a good little slut.”

You turned to face him, dazed, still floating. He smirked, brushing hair from your face.

“Next time you wanna tease me in public, princess… just know how that ends.”

[hollyoongs]

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 𝗝𝗔𝗬's 𝗩𝗘𝗥 !

prólogo Patience. A virtue that Jay knew very well, used a lot when treating members or as when he expected an online purchase, he had it very controlled. Although you knew exactly how to make that virtue go to zero. [MASTERLIST]

elenco park jongseong x f!reader

género smut with plot

antes de leer brat!reader, brat tammer!jay, mean dom!jay, edging, use of sexual toy (vibrator), bondage (jay ties reader wrists), alcohol consumption, alcohol play (briefly by Jay), unprotected sex (are we surprised atp), orgasm denial, edging, rough sex, breeding, pet names (slut, brat, baby), degradation, let me know if i missed anything.

# palabras + 4k

You have lost count of how many warning looks Jay has given you in the last five minutes.

After finishing their last Coachella performance, all the members felt light knowing how they gave their all, no remorse, and checked that stage off their bucket lists. Being backstage with his dad beside you was a whole new experience, even more so when you two found yourselves tearing up, not being able to contain the pride.

You stayed for a while, congratulating the members left and right, and he didn't make you leave his side, nor your lips, not caring at all about the teasing comments made by his members—you could only laugh between kisses, your cheeks burning with happiness rather than embarrassment. The members started doing their own thing.

"Are you going to stay to see the rest of the shows?" You said, kissing the tip of his nose, an action that made him scrunch it.

"No, I’m actually going to the hotel room. They want me to make a Weverse live for my birthday." After he said that, you smiled. "Why?"

“Because I’m also leaving for the hotel. Your dad insists on taking me to the hotel safely.” He rolled his eyes before looking at his dad, who was more occupied taking pictures of the achievements of his son.

“Good thing we are staying in the same hotel.” You smiled at his words before giving him a peck.

“See you later, baby. Bye, guys!” The last part you screamed at, catching their attention as you waved dramatically with both hands, prompted a chorus of cheers and a few exaggerated whistles from the members.

You walked away backwards, still smiling, still waving, and caught one last look at him: tired but glowing, shoulders relaxed after all the performance.

The ride to the hotel was quiet and calm; it was a comfortable silence. His dad made some light conversation, but you could tell he was just as emotionally spent. When you got to the lobby, he handed you your room key, gave you a sincere pat on the back, and gave you a knowing smile.

Back in your room, the first thing you did was to open your bag. The first thing that catches your eye is exactly what you were looking for, a black plastic bag that contained your very first lingerie, something that you bought a few weeks ago for this day. You neatly put the pieces on top of your bed, and your eyes widen a little bit when you see the lack of coverage. Sure, lingerie was supposed to do that.

The pieces themselves were beautiful; the black color with delicate lace was eye-catching, but it was bold itself—and definitely bolder than anything you’d ever worn before. You ran your fingers over the soft fabric, the intricate patterns of the lace. The bra had thin straps and a dainty bow in the center, while the bottoms were barely there, cut high and trimmed with the same lace. Your heart pounded just a little harder now.

You entered the shower, this time, your routine even more elaborate than usual. Shampoo, conditioner, hair gloss, bar soap, body scrub—you used everything because tonight felt like it deserved more. The steam wrapped around you like a gentle hug, and you took your time, the intention clear as the day, to feel like your best self for him and you. The fact that you were doing this out of love and confidence, not obligation, crashed you, bringing a smile to your face.

By the time you stepped out, the mirror was completely fogged. You wiped a small circle and caught your reflection—flushed and glistening. You wrapped yourself in a towel and padded back into the bedroom, where the lingerie still waited patiently on the bed.

Getting dressed felt like stepping into another version of yourself—one that was still you, just sexier. Hair and makeup were done many songs later, you stood again to go to the bathroom to grab the body lotion, unconsciously checking yourself out.

“Fuck, I look hot,” you admit to your reflection, and even though it made you giggle, the words felt good—true. You noticed the way the lace hugged your curves, the bold contrast against your skin, and, of course, the minimal changes to your makeup that made the look complete.

You dabbed on your favorite perfume—ears, thighs, every key point of your body that you knew he loved to kiss. The scent mingled with the soft air of the hotel room, mixing with the scent of the apple cinnamon candles you lit up. Walking back to your back, you took out the outfit of the night, the same outfit as your first date: a black leather mini skirt with your loose white cropped button-up, his oversized leather jacket of the same color that you stole, and your boots.

You dressed up easily, satisfied with the overall result after not seeing the lingerie peeking. The gloss you accidentally brought to the bathroom was now useful as you gave your lips another coat of it. You speed up, blowing off all the candles to pick up your phone. Jay has been live for almost fifteen minutes, even sending you a message that he would be alone doing that live way before he started it. Oh, you truly took your sweet time.

With the room key card in hand, you rushed to the elevator. The elevator dinged softly as you reached Jay’s floor, stepping out quietly while keeping your head low. The hallway was empty, and you padded toward his door with the same knock you used every time you visited him under the radar.

“Oh, wait. It’s probably a staff member.” You could hear the chair being moved, and soon the door opened. He looked at you completely wide-eyed, mouth agape, as his eyes scanned you. “Wow… you look, wow.”

“Came a little early, hope you don’t mind.” You said low enough so only he can be the only one hearing, and his hand travels to yours to make you do a small turn on the same spot, seeing a smile on his face.

“Is this the outfit that I think it is?” You smiled in affirmation, and he happily nodded. “Wait for me for five minutes; I’m still answering questions right now.” You softly pecked his lips before moving away, easily making your way to the sofa in his room thanks to the wide distance that helped you pass without touching the camera.

The space where he was streaming was decorated with a shiny blue metallic tinsel curtain, silver ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons with other ones, and on top of the table a cake shaped like a guitar. “Sorry, the staff came to check on everything.”

He went back to answer questions in both English and Korean; his voice for you was magnetic. How he always found the words so easily and expressed himself with such grace was the first thing that attracted you to him. He looked so relaxed, phone in his hand as he comfortably manspread on the chair.

You sat quietly on the couch, legs crossed, hands neatly intertwined over your skirt to behave as patiently as possible. Five minutes turned into fifteen, and you found yourself growing a little desperate; the idea that was creating in your head was risky, way too risky. You took your jacket off and later your shoes. After neatly folding the jacket, you stood up, walking right behind the camera so that Jay could have a look at you.

His eyes went directly to yours for a quick moment before looking at the camera again, your fingers going directly to the buttons of your shirt to reveal the top part of the lingerie. Jay's eyes went back to you in an instant; his face was using every muscle of it to not make a face, but his eyes couldn't leave alone your nipples that were visible on that lingerie and the way the lace curved perfectly over your chest.

You watched him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, his hand subtly tightening around the phone as he answered another comment, his voice wavering while responding with something generic about his favorite birthday memory. He couldn’t fool you; his eyes focused on the lens, but they kept darting back to you. He was being too patient.

You could tell you were playing with his patience as you kept going, fingers now working slowly on the zipper of your skirt and carefully taking it off your body, bare legs revealed, and so your thong. The entire image of you made his ears turn pink. He shifted in his seat before sighing.

“Hold on, let me take this cake off. I promise I will eat this later." He took the cake and quickly moved to you, leaving the cake on another table in the hotel room. “Can you please behave?”

“No, and you know how excited I get when I give you a present.” You covered your index finger with a little of the whipped cream from the cake, licking it as you locked eyes with him; his jaw got tense, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I will finish in a couple of minutes. Cut it,” he said, before leaving you to go back to sit and focus on the last few minutes of the stream. You smiled innocently, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. He sat back down, and before you did on the couch, you went to grab the wine bottle. You felt his gaze on your ass as you carefully poured the liquid into a glass. When you sat on the couch, you purposely let your legs fall open just enough to let him see the string that barely covered your entrance.

The moment you decided to look back at him, your free hand had a mind of its own, slowly making its way to your entrance. The route that your fingers were taking, so did Jay’s eyes, after going back to the phone.

You tapped a little before concentrating your index and middle fingers on your clit, causing a delicious friction that caused you to softly bite your lower lip, covering the whimper that was threatening to escape from your mouth. Jay didn’t look at you again after that. Not even once. He kept his gaze firmly on his phone, answering the last few comments, bowing politely, and thanking fans for their birthday wishes in that gentle tone of his.

You kept your movements slow through the lace, head falling back against your couch with your eyes fluttering, but you made sure he got the full view of just how much you were enjoying yourself, preparing for him.

“I’ll see you in our next album… Uh, what was it?” Jay’s voice stumbled slightly when he was finally saying his last words, the smallest stumble in his normally flawless tone—and it made you feel like you won.

You pressed a little harder, hips subtly lifting from the couch, the friction driving you mad as much as you knew it was driving him mad. His eyes were moving quickly as he was trying to remember and not to look at you. “Desire: Unleash. I’ll see you there. Thank you.”

You didn’t even hear how he stood up to end the stream, only hearing how rushed it was, footsteps loud enough to make you know he was coming. You barely had time to breathe before Jay was standing over you, grabbing the wine glass from your hand and setting it down with a sharp clink on the side table. His hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, pulling it away from your core, your wetness glistening on your fingertips.

"Such a fucking brat," he muttered under his breath.

You smirked up at him, truly enjoying the moment. "You were taking too long. I had to entertain myself. I even prepared myself, see?"

You took his hand as you guided him inside the throng, letting him feel just how soaked you were. His fingers slipped easily against your folds, the lace doing little to hide the heat of your skin. Jay's breath stopped for a second—just for a second—before he yanked his hand back with a low growl.

There was no humor in the way he dragged you up from the couch and into his chest, holding your wrists behind your back with one hand. You gasped at the sudden loss of freedom, knowing how you fucked it up, but it will be worth it.

"You think you can touch what's mine without permission?" He said lowly against your ear, his lips brushing your skin and making you shiver. "You think you can act like a little slut in front of me and not expect consequences?"

Your knees nearly buckled at his words, but he suddenly threw you to the bed. There were a few presents in the room, and he undid the bow of one gift, coming back to you to tie it around your wrist to the headboard of the bed. “Since you can’t behave, you don’t get to touch anything unless I say so.”

Your head got tilted up by him, his eyes showing dominance as he scanned the lingerie, your legs closed. “What are you wearing?”

“Your birthday present, wanted to try something new,” you said in a sweet tone, even batting your lashes —causing Jay to smirk. His fingertips traced the bow at your wrists with an almost featherlight touch.

“You always think you can get away with anything just because you look cute.” You tried shifting your legs, but he caught the movement instantly, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart so you could be completely exposed to him. “And this is supposed to be my birthday present?”

He stood up to grab the glass of wine you left forgotten and soon came back. He drank a little himself, and you could see his Adam's apple going up and down, savoring the alcohol.

“You were touching yourself without my permission.” He looked at the amount he left on the glass, bringing it closer to your chest and pouring a little on top of your breasts, his tongue touching your skin as it went up to your neck. You moaned at the feeling, unconsciously turning your head to the opposite side he was going for.

His lips grazed your ear, biting it lightly. “You think that’s allowed, baby?”

You shook your head, more focused on trying not to think about the fire between your thighs that was turning unbearable. “No… but it felt so good,” you whined, tugging the restraint instinctively, the need to touch him increasing.

“And you are still being a brat.” With his free hand, he tore the thong down your legs, the fabric snapping against your skin before it hit the floor; the sudden roughness made your eyes wide. The glass was forgotten once again on the table next to his bed, soon positioning himself between your trembling thighs.

“You want to be good for me now, baby?” He asked, kissing on top of your knee, slowly working his way up your thigh.

“Y-yes,”

“Too late,” Jay smirked, his hands now on your hip to hold you down. “Brats get punished.” Before you could beg, his mouth was on you — everywhere but where you needed him the most. From his thighs to even the curve of your belly, he delivered kisses and even little nips. You whimpered, tugging uselessly at the ribbon.

“Jay, please…” you moaned as he sucked a spot on the back of your ear. His hand grabbed your face, and his lips were on yours. You were surprised by how he sucked your tongue, the new sensation stimulating enough to make you moan into his mouth; your head was already fuzzy.

His touch left your body again to look for his bag, moving around until he found something; your mouth opened a little when you focused your whole attention on it. “I bought this to use after Coachella since I remembered how badly you wanted one.”

He left the small vibrator on the table to take off all his clothes, right in front of you, chuckling a little as you got yourself loose in his body, “But I will ask you, can I use it on you?”

“Yes, love. Y-you can; you earned it.” A satisfied smile appeared on his face; he grabbed his phone to connect it and then placed it right on top of your aching clit. The chair that he used to sit in minutes before was dragged to be in front of the bed, right where you were. He sat there, his right hand grabbing his cock while the left one was holding his phone.

Jay leaned back lazily, stroking himself at a very slow pace at the view of you. The sudden movement of the vibrator made your whole body jolt, making you gasp as your hips bucked against the buzz. The noises you made were music to Jay’s ears.

“You’re such a view, baby. All tied up, dripping just from a little toy, and my cock in your line of sight.” Your body heated even more, bothered by the fact of how good he was making you feel even without doing anything. “Not so cocky now, baby?”

You licked your lips when you saw how his thumb was running over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that was already leaking there; your answer was a broken moan, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Jay tilted his head at you, and you wanted to assume it was almost sympathetic. "You’re close already, aren't you?" he said, smirking when he saw the way your body shivered in a desperate attempt to hold yourself back. "Poor thing. Haven't even touched you properly yet."

You nodded frantically; your body was screaming for him. He leaned forward slightly, teasing himself with long, quite lazy strokes while his thumb on his phone hovered over the intensity levels of the vibrator.

"Here’s the deal, baby," he murmured. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so. You even think about cumming without permission, and I'll leave you tied up and begging all night. Understood?"

"Y-yes,"

"Good girl." The praise nearly shattered you, but not as much as the vibrator that turned up a notch.

“Fuck, Jay!” You sobbed his name, feeling your body jerk with the sudden spike in pleasure. He watched you like it was the best show he’d ever seen; his hand also sped up into stroking his cock.

"You look so fucking pretty when you're desperate," Jay growled. "Bet your pussy's clenching around nothing, huh? So empty, so needy for me…"

“Yes, baby.” You whimpered, rolling your hips in tiny circles against the vibrator without thinking, chasing the high that was building far too fast.

Jay caught that instantly. "Ah, ah," he said sharply, turning the toy off completely.

You cried out in frustration, shaking your head. "No, no, please, Jay, please—"

"You're not listening," he tsked, standing up from the chair and towering over you. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, so close, yet so out of reach. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

The tears that welled up in your eyes were actually threatening to fall from how devastatingly good he made you feel even when he was denying you everything. He knelt on the bed, one hand gripping your chin roughly to make you look him dead in the eyes.

"You’re going to learn," he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours for a second, "that your pussy belongs to me and my cock is yours, baby."

His lips went to yours again, a sharp slap on your pussy that caused you to let out a gasp against his lips. "And you’ll cum when I tell you to," he said, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan before pulling back.

Without another word, he turned the vibrator back on, pressing it harder against your swollen, throbbing clit, immediately throwing you back into a writhing mess. He teased you completely — turning it up, then down, removing it altogether just when you felt yourself start to tip over the edge, smirking every time you sobbed in frustration, your consistent hip movements making the bed move.

"I could do this all night," he said, dragging the vibrator slowly up and down your folds, teasing your entrance before bringing it back to your clit. "Until you're crying and begging properly."

"Please," you gasped out, voice shaking, tears finally slipping down your temples. "I'll be good, Jay, I swear, just—"

"That's it," he said, finally satisfied. "That's the voice I wanted." Jay climbed fully onto the bed now, lining himself up between your trembling thighs. He turned off the vibrator, tossing it aside, and you cried out again at the loss, only for him to grip the base of his cock and rub the head along your dripping entrance, a relieved gasp leaving your mouth.

"You want this?" he asked, his voice wrecked with restraint.

"Yes," you sobbed. "God, yes, Jay. I need you so bad." Without warning, he slammed into you in one hard, perfect thrust. Your scream echoed off the walls, and you were sorry for the member next door. He didn’t give you time to adjust, starting to pound into you mercilessly, hands gripping your legs to be up so tight you knew there would be bruises later. His cock stretched you perfectly, every thrust hitting so deep you saw stars behind your eyes.

"You're mine," he growled into your ear. "Say it."

"Yours, yours, only yours," you babbled, delirious with pleasure, mindless under the feeling of him finally fucking you the way you needed. His right hand went to the ribbon, untying it fast just to have you grab your own legs, his hands now on the headboard as he increased his speed. “I love you, Jay.”

“I love you more, baby. Fuck, this pussy feels like heaven.” You two were a vocal mess, so consumed by the pleasure that you were not caring about anything. “Wrap your legs around me.”

You did as he said; he pushed you up a little so you two were face-to-face, his pace never slowed down, and despite you trying to actually look at his eyes, the orgasm you had to hold was ready to snap.

“Shit, Jay, let me cum, please.” Your walls were squeezing him, his cock twitching inside you as he tried so hard to hold himself back just a little longer, but you felt so good he would do it at the same time as you.

"Cum for me," he finally ordered with his forehead pressed to yours, the same desperation you had plastered on his tone. “Let go, baby. Give it to me.”

You came so hard it was blinding, your body locking up, squeezing his cock so tightly he cursed loudly, fucking you through it, not slowing down for a second. A few messy and frantic strokes were enough to bury himself deep as his hot and overwhelming release stayed inside you.

Jay kissed you as you broke apart underneath him, his hands everywhere soothing you. “You did so good for me.” Soft kisses were now delivered over your jaw and cheeks. “So fucking perfect for me.”

He pulled out as carefully as he could, laying you back down, and he did the same right next to you, pulling you into his chest immediately, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You nuzzled into him; your body was completely spent, and your heart was pounding against your ribs.

You tilted your chin up, gazing up to meet his eyes, the same eyes he always puts on when he sees you, or how he likes to say, ‘the look of love.’

“Happy birthday and wrap of Coachella,” you said against his lips. Your throat was hurting, although that was not your concern at the moment. He laughed a little at the sudden sentence.

“Best birthday ever… Sorry if I was too rough, baby.”

“I loved it; I would do that again.”

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─── JAYCHELLA! posted right on time (11: 15) i think this one is the longest of all this serie, i decided to not only do jaychella but also join his birthday with it, two in one you can say. see you tomorrow with jake's!

[kpop---scenarios]

What Happened To Forever?

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Warning: Sadness, Possible Death?? Fighting, Angst

Word Count: 848

A/N: I'm in a mood. So here's a sad Minho blurb. Thank you to @mint-yooxgi for helping me decide which skz member to use!! My birthday is in 3 (almost 2 days) so if you'd like to commission a story or donate, you can do so HERE !!!

“For christ sake, Y/N.” Minho huffs, dropping his bag onto the floor before running his hand through his damp hair. His face was red, but you weren't sure if it was from his dance practice or because he was mad at you for picking a fight about his late nights, again.

“I don't fucking like these fights either, but you don't seem to take my feelings into consideration here!” You yell.

“I'm doing my fucking best! Between concerts, recording, practices, performances, promotions and you, I'm spread pretty fucking thin here. I don't know what else I can do! I'm fucking trying here and it's never good enough for you.” He yells back.

“I just want to see you more.” You whisper. You don't even try to hold back your tears at this point. You were frustrated. You supported him and his career and you loved that he loved what he did but It felt like you and he were slipping through the cracks. You were lucky if you saw him for more than an hour every 3 weeks. “I just miss you.”

“You don't think I miss you too?” He asks. “You're all I think about, you're on my mind from the time I wake up until I go to bed. Every fucking day.” He says.

“But you're not here.” You say. “You barely come home even after whatever you're doing finishes. We barely see each other.”

“Because I'm exhausted and I have to get up early to do it all over again! You knew what things were going to be like… I told you all about it and you said you were all in.”

“I'm still all in! I'm proud of you, I love you and support you but I feel like I'm being left behind.” You tell him.

Minho rolls his eyes, picking his bag back up. “I can't keep having this same goddamn fight everytime I come home. Like you said we barely see each other and when we do all you wanna do it fucking fight about it.” He sighs.

“When else am I supposed to bring it up? Through text? Yeah that'll go over well.” You scoff.

“Is it going well now, huh?” He snaps. “I can't fucking do this anymore.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“It means I'm done. I can't do it. I just can't fight anymore. We're done.” He says.

“You're breaking up with me?” You gasp. “What happened to forever?”

“I guess forever was shorter than we thought.” He whispers. He turns around, opening the door and walking out, slamming it behind him.

You're left there, stunned, your body and mind unsure of how to react. You feel frozen, your mind racing at a million miles a minute.

He left.

He left you.

He was gone.

You didn't know how long had passed when you overcame the shock. Instead of figuring it out, you ran out of the apartment, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. You needed to find him. To apologize. You didn't want to fight anymore. You were the problem, not him. You had to figure out how to make it work and communicate properly instead of picking a fight, which was just the easiest option. You loved him. You needed him. You had to find him. You rushed out the front door of the building, into the pouring rain. You look both ways, seeing him walking down the other side of the street and ways up.

“Minho!” You scream, running down the sidewalk. You can hear your shoes splashing in the puddles, your entire body is already soaked. “Minho!” You scream again, trying to run faster but he doesn't seem to hear you over the rain. You needed to get onto the same side of the street.

“Minho!” You screamed one more time.

You didn't look.

You should have looked.

You were so focused on getting his attention, you b-lined towards the road, passing the parked cars. You didn't see the headlights. You didn't hear the car speeding down the water covered road. You didn't even know there was a car there until it had hit you. Your body slammed into the windshield before sending you flying onto the road.

Minho had heard your last scream. He saw you heading towards the road. He also saw the car speeding down that road.

“Y/N, don't!” He called out.

The rain was too loud.

You didn't hear him.

He watched the car hit you, screeching to a stop right after it hit you. He ran towards your lifeless body. Dropping his bag in the process. He drops to his knees, his heart shattering seeing you like this.

“Y/N, please.” He cries. “I didn't mean it, baby. I love you. Please don't leave me.”

“Someone call 911!” He hears someone yell. He holds you in his arms, crying and begging for you to stay with him. You desperately wanted to. You wanted him forever, and more.

“Please don't die baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Forever isn't over yet.” He whimpers.

Or is it?

[velmalav]

The Giver - Frank Langdon pt. VI

masterlist

day one // night one // day two // night two // day three

synopsis: being the selfless person you are, you agree to travel to a 3-day conference with your biggest competition - dr. langdon. sixth and final part.

excited to be wrapping this one up! I'm open to requests for Langdon, Robby, and Santos!

warnings: 18+ SMUT, cursing, oops there's only one bed, enemies to lovers

night three - f.l.

Animosity is a strange thing. Sometimes, it’s white hot, clarity driven. Other times, passive, indirect aggression. And so much more in between that. One minute, you can be singing praises about someone, the next screaming at each other over something as simple as which kind of bread to get at the store. Or, in my case, stomping on a fellow intern’s foot only for four years of resentment to dissipate into him feeling me up in an elevator.

This lust between us has been brewing for days. Every moment, big or small, imprinted in my mind as permanent as the laws of gravity. Without realizing, I’d been wanting this for longer than I’ve allowed myself to believe. On the walk home, all I could think about was Langdon’s hands, but now I’m thinking about everything all at once.

His mouth is on my neck, hands on my hips. Don’t get me wrong, it feels good, but there’s something bothering me. After so much time for this kind of contemplation at the conference, it’s frustrating to be having this problem now. I stare up at the ceiling of the elevator, tracing patterns on the marble, trying to bring myself back down to reality. I should be relishing this. I should be letting it all go.

“You okay?” I turn my face down. Langdon’s staring at me, eyes full of concern. A look I’ve seen many times, but never because of me.

I bow my eyebrows and then nod quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His concern deepens, palm pressed against the elevator behind me, his other still resting on my waist. “Bullshit, what is it?”

There’s a flicker of panic that shoots through me. I feel like I’m interrupting a long-awaited moment, and I can’t even identify why. The thoughts are so loud and he’s studying me too hard. I break eye contact, shaking my head.

“I don’t know,” I murmur, pushing the hair from my eyes. “I just can’t shut my brain off. Something feels wrong.”

Langdon drops his head for a moment. Contemplating. When he looks back up, his concerned expression remains, but something else lingers there. “You know, we don’t have to do this. If you’re uncomfortable or having doubts.”

“I know,” I say simply, finally looking at him. Really looking at him. Before either of us can say anything else, the elevator door opens to our floor. Silently, we walk to the room and enter, a heaviness loitering in the air.

Langdon takes his suit jacket off, tossing it on the tv stand. I sit at the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. “This whole trip, I don’t think we’ve had one honest conversation.”

Taking off his bracelets, he huffs out what sounds like a laugh. “If you don’t count the brutally honest talk we had last night.”

“Did you mean what you said about me?”

It’s not a question I’d been actively stirring over, but I didn’t realize how much it’s been weighing on me until now. Every syllable still swimming around in my mind, Because all you’ve ever done is think about yourself, and it’s just fucking gross.

“I was feeling so shitty that night, I don’t even really remember what I said,” he murmurs, and though his bracelets are free from his wrist, he continues to stare down at them. Shame laces his voice.

“You…you called me selfish,” every word feels painful to say. Too vulnerable to especially say to him. “You actually said I was so selfish it disgusted you.”

Langdon glances at me, blinking. I don’t know what my face is telling him, and it scares me. But I have realized why this all feels wrong. This is new territory for both of us. We aren’t playing games anymore, this is real. Every experience with each other up until this point has been either conflict or teasing, neither of which involves connecting on a deep level.

“Well, I don’t think that,” he says. “I’ve never thought that. It’s actually more of the opposite.”

“Then why did you even say it?”

“To hurt you,” his voice is just above a whisper now, and I can tell this conversation is hard for him, too. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of person to talk things out, just avoid and bottle and keep trekking. Or at least that’s all I’ve seen these past few years. “I was jealous, yeah. And pissed about not waking me up. But it was more than that for me.”

I swallow hard. Langdon tosses the bracelets in the same place as his suit jacket and takes a seat beside me. Our thighs and shoulders touch. He clasps his hands in between his knees, then rejoins our eyes.

“Ever since I got in trouble, my confidence has been…” he searches in my eyes for the words but gives up. “I don’t know. And ever since we got here, I’ve just been reminded of it over and over. The people, the pamphlets, the talks about patient care. You.”

Taken aback, I fumble for words, “You…m-me?”

Langdon nods. He seems…sad. As vulnerable as I’ve ever seen him.

“For as long as I’ve known you, I’ve felt like I’ve had to prove myself a lot more,” he breathes, shifting uncomfortably. “You’re good. With the medicine, with the patients, with our coworkers. I said ‘brutally honest’ about our fight not because I was being honest. What you said, about you having what I don’t, you were right. And instead of learning from you, I’ve been trying to tear you down.”

The confession is not what I expected from this conversation at all. I said what I did to hurt him, too, and that’s it. Up until now, I didn’t think I had the capability to truly rattle him. Langdon’s always seemed so resilient, confident. Like a brick wall.

I gingerly rest my hand on his thigh. “You’re a good doctor, Frank. I’ve spent the entire four years I’ve known you trying to keep up with you. Because…I thought I was the one who needed to prove myself.”

He searches in my eyes for something. Maybe for honesty, maybe for the reassurance I’m trying to show in my words. “So you’re telling me we’ve both had it out for each other for the same reason.”

The tension in the room shifts into something lighter. Our eyes both brighten just a little. “I guess so,” I reply, fighting back a smile.

Langdon breaks first, a strained laugh leaving his mouth before he can stop it. And then I’m laughing, too. We sit there, giggling like school children for God knows how long, leaning into each other’s shoulders. Until we have tears in our eyes, faces bright red.

“This is ridiculous,” I finally say, wiping the tears before they can fall. “And kind of pathetic.”

“And don’t forget it took four fucking years,” Langdon responds, and we both double over again, feeling a little loopy at this point.

Once the moment dies down, we remain there, both in our own heads. I feel steadier now, comforted now that I know my nemesis turned out to be one of the only people who understands the frustration and insecurity I’ve felt this whole time. Resting my head on his shoulder, I intertwine our fingers, feeling the calmness between us. This is the real truce, the burst of solace I now know we’ve both been craving.

“Why did you volunteer to come with me?” Langdon suddenly asks, head resting on mine. “I know it wasn’t for this.”

“Definitely not,” I laugh. I feel his chest rumble against me, and it brings comfort. “I felt bad no one else wanted to. It was a self-sacrifice type of thing.”

“Noble of you,” he jokes, turning his head to put his lips on my forehead.

“Yeah, so please never call me selfish again. I’m the reason this happened,” I bite back, the words laced with amusement. Langdon laughs again, and it makes me realize I like making him laugh.

“You know I really didn’t mean that, right? As frustrating as you can be, I’ve always known you’ll put anything and everything before yourself,” he whispers against my hair. “I always thought if I was ever forced to say something nice about you at work, that’s what I’d say.”

I sit up at that to see his face, confused. “When would you ever need to do that?”

“Oh, c’mon. We were two shifts away from being forced into a mediation exercise. Had to come prepared,” Langdon says, as if that’s not an insane thing to think. It reminds me of myself, of all the conspiracies about him and our games I’ve made up.

“You’re insane,” I say, my grin showing him it’s not a dig.

“Insanely hot, maybe,” he quips without hesitation. “Or at least you think so.”

Fighting back the urge not to fall into familiarity and argue with him for the sake of arguing, I instead lean towards him, inches from his face, “Yeah, I do.”

Langdon smiles so wide it reaches his eyes. For once, I backed down willingly. His response is to close the space between us, hand running through my hair immediately. I giggle against his mouth, moving until I’m straddling his lap. Cupping his cheeks in my hands, I deepen the kiss.

Now that we’ve settled our differences, the nagging feeling I had earlier has evaporated. I allow myself to let go, to let Langdon take whatever he wants from me. For the first time, I’m okay with him calling the shots as long as his hands are on me. I trust him.

He grabs hold of my arms and lifts them so he can slide off my blouse, our mouths only separating in the time it takes for us both to remove our tops. Then my arms are thrown around his shoulders, fingers making impressions on his shoulder blades. It’s like I’m studying every part of him I can as if he’s going to evaporate, too.

Langdon relocates his mouth from mine down my throat, stopping in the space where my neck meets my shoulder. Sucking and nipping, leaving marks wherever he can. I tilt my head back, lips parted, imagining all the other places he can touch me like this.

I interrupt him by pushing my weight onto him until he’s flush against the bed. It’s like a choreographed dance the way flips me so I’m the one on my back, calculated and effortless. He slips my skirt off, leaving me only in my bra and panties.

“You’re fast,” I’m breathless, tracing the fresh bruises on my neck as I stare down at him.

As a way of responding, Langdon smirks before he plants his lips just below my sternum. He peppers them lower, lower, until he reaches my panties. He makes sure to keep our eyes locked as he takes them off. Despite how lewd this is, his stare adds a layer of vulnerability I wasn’t prepared for. It’s like he can see right through me.

I feel the need to say something to squirm from this feeling, but before I can find the words, he’s buried between my legs, lips surrounding my clit. Suddenly there are no words, just bliss muddying my vision. Langdon sucks, tongue finding a rhythm as I fall back onto the bed, moan ripping out of my throat. “Shit,” I breathe, fingers locking into his hair.

He hums into me and then pulls back. “I want you to look at me,” he utters matter-of-factly. I prop myself on my elbows to see his eyes boring into me, mouth hovering just above my clit. I give him a very unconfident nod.

As soon as he makes contact again, I fight to stay upright. But the way he looks at me is so intense that I stay put. I focus on the strand of hair framing his forehead until another wave of pleasure hits me and my head is tilted back to the ceiling. “Fuck, just like that.”

Langdon places one hand on my hip to hold me down as I squirm around him. He makes a point by using his other hand to grab mine and relocate it back into his hair. He must be into that, then.

With newfound confidence, I wrap my fingers in his hair and tug in the same way I do the bed sheets. He moans into me, and it feels so good I can’t help the string of curses that leave my mouth. Just when I think I’m on the brink, Langdon slides two fingers in as he makes work of my clit, and I completely lose my grip, falling back onto the bed and straight into my high.

“I’m cu—” I can’t even get it out, legs trembling, body writhing. There’s no point in trying to hold back the ridiculously dirty moans I’ve been stifling, so I let them go as I ride it out.

Breathing hard, I slowly start to return to reality. Langdon climbs up to kiss me hard, tongue dominating mine, and I can taste myself on him. He pulls back to lick his lips, sliding his thumb past my lips. “I didn’t get to see your face,” he murmurs, eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. “I need to see it this time.”

“Okay,” I reply, grazing my teeth on the tip of his thumb. The corner of his mouth twitches at the sight of me nipping at him. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

I hum in response, unbuckling his belt without breaking eye contact. Once he’s undressed, he reaches underneath my back to unclasp my bra and chucks it somewhere on the floor. We stare at each other, fully naked, faces flushed, eyes needy. “I’ve been waiting long enough,” I whisper, tracing patterns down his throat, reveling in the ridges and slopes I feel beneath my fingers.

“Impatient,” Langdon huffs, sloping down to bite just above my left breast. I gasp, smacking the side of his head. He laughs. God, I love the sound of it.

He grabs the condom he fished out of his pants moments before and tears it open with his teeth. To make a point, I watch his every move, hoping he can feel my eyes on him. Then he’s lining himself up, one hand above my head, and just before he pushes himself inside, his eyes flicker to mine.

Our moans harmonize as he begins to thrust, and I notice he’s finding it hard now not to break eye contact. Eyes half-lidded, full of want, but fighting to stay open. I wind a finger around his one strand, yanking it gently to tug him closer. His hot breath mingles with mine, moans growing louder as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, I’m so wet for you,” I rasp out in between moans.

“Shit,” Langdon growls, nose tapping mine in rhythm to match his pace. Beads of sweat glisten at his hairline, his lip between his teeth. “I’ve thought about having you like this so many times – fuck – you don’t even know.”

Every word he says just makes me more crazed, my moans slurring into whimpers. He slows his pace, but his thrusts become harder, his stare becoming more concentrated. He watches every subtly on my face, every shift at his movements, as if he’s studying for some kind of test. Fingers materialize on my clit, causing me to throw my head back with a gasp.

“Oh my god,” I hiss. Langdon pushes into me faster, and faster, and then his hand is gripping my chin and tugging it towards him.

“Look at me,” he commands softly, thumb resting on my chin.

Ecstasy begins to fog my vision again, but I force it down to stay focused on him. He murmurs praises as I keep eye contact, which just gets me worked up even more. “Doing so good,” he says, tracing my jaw. Then his mouth is on mine again. It’s feverish and sloppy.

Choking down moans, I lean into the kiss. I can tell he’s holding back, too, and then all of the focus starts to fade and we’re just there, fumbling to get as close as possible, movements becoming careless and frantic. All of the holding back is gone; we’re moaning and cussing and gnashing teeth, not a single care in the world.

I feel myself approaching the edge, head twitching back on the bed. I reopen my eyes to lock back onto Langdon’s, and if the circles on my clit and the ridiculously fast pacing of his thrusts weren’t enough to do it, the defenseless look in his eyes sends me into my orgasm like a tidal wave. I cry out his name, my walls clenching around him, and I manage to do the one thing he asked of me; keep my eyes directly on his.

And that’s what ultimately unravels him. He lets out a grunt, whimpers my name, and lets go. We ride it out together, his thrusts slowing down, but through it all, we never break eye contact. It’s intimate, the most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with anyone. And of all people – Langdon.

Once we’ve both come down, he collapses beside me, shoulder to shoulder. He’s quick to grab my hand, placing a soft kiss on it and then resting it on my chest. I graze the sweaty skin with my finger, gazing over at him.

There are no words to describe what I feel when I look at him. He’s like an old painting, lines messy and haphazard, but comes together to be something beautiful. Hard to believe I’ve ever not seen him like this.

“How did we take so long to figure it out?” it’s almost as if he’s read my mind.

“No idea,” I murmur, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead. Langdon leans into my touch, softly, expression much of the same. “But I’m glad we did.”

I roll toward him so we’re both on our sides, facing each other. This moment, this feeling, I want it to keep going forever. It’s what I’ve been chasing. There’s a prodding fear that it can’t possibly last forever, but I push the thought away. Because we’re here now. Black sky out the window fading into an early morning, grey, bed sheets ruffled beneath us, the docile understanding between us, the smooth skin under my fingertips.

“You’re so beautiful,” Langdon whispers, kissing my hand as it pulls from his hair. He grabs it, fiddling with my fingers, and then jerks my entire arm so I’m right up against him. He kisses me, one, twice, then three times.

“I could get used to this,” I joke into his mouth, earning yet another wonderful laugh from him. “Much better than the constant bickering and tension we’re used to.”

He smiles, pecking my lips again. “I agree. We’ll make sure the next time we argue, we save that tension for the bedroom.”

I laugh, nudging his shoulder. “You know it’s a foolproof plan,” he adds.

“Whatever you say,” I concede.

Langdon fidgets with the necklace around my throat with a look on his face I’m all too familiar with. “You know, I’m already missing our games a little. It was kinda hot.”

“They’ll be back. Give it a couple shifts,” I deadpan, but my eyes are full of amusement.

“Good, because I’m already imagining all the super-hot hate sex we’re gonna have.”

“I’ll be counting on that.”

[callsign-rogueone]

splinter

Liam Mairi x reader (spark!) words: 2.3k 🏷: this one is heavy. mentions of passive suicidal ideation (wanting to die but not doing anything about it), spark goes to RSC and Bodhi is with her, canon-level descriptions of torture and injury, liam being the sweetest as per usual, some of Spark’s Issues™️ are explained, SMALL ONYX STORM SPOILER (GARRICK’S SIGNET) but that's it.

You snarl, pulling forward against the chains. “Touch him again and I’ll fucking kill you.”

The infantry officer just smiles down at you. “I’d like to see you try, cadet.”

You should have known he’d take your warning as an invitation. He turns back to Bodhi, examining him for a moment, as if deciding what would hurt most — and then takes a boot to his already-bruised ribs. 

His screaming covers the snapping sound.

Water starts to rise from thin air, filling the room.

“We’re below ground,” you tell them. “Right next to a river that has claimed the souls of thousands over the years. It won’t hesitate to take yours, either. You two do have souls, don’t you?”

The woman seems to realize you’re serious, her eyes widening, but her counterpart stands firm. “There’s one problem with your plan, cadet,” he condescends, not minding the water that’s up to his knees now. “You’ll drown, too, and so will your friends.”

Quinn is silent beside you, knowing better than to intervene. Bodhi is still trying to catch his breath, his exhales rattling and wet. There’s blood in his lungs, from the sound of it. After you’re done with these two, you’ll draw it out.

You don’t bother to tell the officer how it’ll work. He can see for himself in a minute. “One last chance to let us go.”

“I don’t think I’ll take it.”

You know exactly how long it takes to drown; you’ve walked the knife’s edge yourself many times at Tuile’s orders, in the name of eliminating weakness. “Then I suggest you use the next twelve seconds to settle up with your gods.”

The water rises, a tidal wave of murky black headed straight for their faces. It pushes forward as they step back, unable to escape it. 

“I don’t know why you didn’t do this hours ago,” Tuile huffs. “It would have made things much easier.”

You ignore her as usual, watching the officers for a sign of surrender. You won’t kill them if you don’t have to. But after all they’ve done, anything short of setting you all free won’t be enough. And even then, they wouldn’t be safe.

“It’s okay,” Bodhi says quietly, still panting. “We’re okay.”

You feel that gentle push against your power, but it’s weaker than normal — he’s too tired to stop you properly. You reel it back yourself, not wanting to exhaust him further. 

The water drains, seeping back into the ground, and the two infantry officers gasp for air. 

Professor Grady flings the door open, seeing the four of you perfectly dry as they still kneel, shivering and coughing the water from their lungs. “I told you this one wouldn’t be easy,” he says, no pity in his eyes as he looks at them.

You glare up at him. “Are we done now?”

He doesn’t answer the question. “I’ll admit, nobody has been able to turn the tables on their captors as you did,” he says carefully, “but had you killed them, three more would have taken their place, and made things quite a bit worse for you.“

“Then I’d keep going, until I found one who valued their life enough to set us free.”

Something changes in his eyes as he looks at you. “Release the others,” he orders, “but keep her here.”

“What? How is that fair?” Quinn asks.

“War isn’t fair,” the male infantry officer answers, eyeing you with contempt. He’s still soaked, trying to suppress his shivering. “Unless the both of you would rather stay here all night and watch?”

“Go,” you tell your friends, staring him down. “I can handle myself.”

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There are eighteen steps leading up to the second-year dorms. You take them one at a time, grinding your teeth as the movement strains your muscles. At least you don’t have any broken bones. 

Liam is sitting in front of your door, a small knife in one hand and a block of wood in the other, a little bag of shavings beside him. He’s been carving a lot of dragons lately. You’re just thankful that he hasn’t done yours. Tuile doesn’t deserve the honor, nor the hours of his time. 

He sets the materials aside as soon as he sees you, putting everything back in the bag and standing up. Neither of you have to say anything. This isn’t the first time he’s been there to patch you up, and it won’t be the last. He never asks questions, either, just gets to work disinfecting and bandaging. 

But this time, he looks at you differently. Maybe it’s the severity of your injuries. They hadn’t broken your nose, but you’re pretty sure that you have two black eyes and a split lip — you can feel that, even though you can’t see it. And then there’s the rest of you. They’d left no stone unturned, being incredibly thorough with your punishment for nearly killing two ranking officers.

The door unlocks as soon as you set your hand on the knob. You hadn’t expected it to work, after they’d forced whatever was in that little vial down your throat, disconnecting you from Tuile and her magic. That was a relief, honestly. Until they’d beaten the shit out of you, that is.

You don’t have it in you to be embarrassed as you tug off your tunic and kick aside your boots. Liam’s already seen you in a state of partial undress once, and the sooner you can get this over with, the sooner you can curl up and sleep for the rest of the weekend. It is the weekend, right? If it isn’t, you’re skipping class today. Maybe you can earn yourself another dose of that stuff, or maybe they’ll push too far and actually kill you. 

It feels like it’s been a full day since they released Bodhi and Quinn, but the days and hours have blurred together. It’s hard to guess how long you were down there, but it’s early morning now. Did Liam stay outside your room all night, waiting for you? 

You sit down in your desk chair and close your eyes, waiting. He knows where you keep all your supplies at this point; this is the fourth, or maybe fifth time you’ve done this since his arrival at Basgiath. He’s never once suggested that you see the healers — he knows better than that, knows you’ll never set foot in the infirmary here or anywhere ever again. You get by well enough with the things you’d learned from your parents, anyway.

There’s a few minutes of comfortable silence before he finally speaks. “Bodhi told me what happened,” he says softly, and you burn with shame, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why are you still here?” you ask. “Why aren’t you afraid of me, like everyone else?”

He tilts your chin back up to disinfect a cut below your eye. “Because I care about you, and because I want to understand why. I know that isn’t you — that isn’t my Spark.”

You’ve never felt such profound shame before, seeing the softness in his eyes as he gazes down at you, feeling the gentle touch of his hand on your cheek. 

He expects better of you. 

You aren’t the girl you used to be. 

You’ve disappointed him. 

That hurts so much worse than any of your physical injuries.

“I get it if you don’t want to tell me. I’m just worried about you. I don’t know what changed in the last year, or why, but I know something’s wrong, that you’re hurting, and I want to help you.”

You don’t say anything, and he drops the subject, continuing his work silently. 

But you need to tell him the truth, before it’s too late. “Everything I feel, every emotion has multiplied by five, and I can’t make it stop,” you blurt. 

He stills, looking back at you.

“I can’t sleep, I can’t think about anything but how angry I am, but most of the time it’s not even my anger, it’s hers,” you whisper, scared she’ll hear you. It’s unclear when this stuff will wear off. She could come back at any moment, hear any whispered confession and make you pay the price for your weakness later. 

You continue, your voice wavering. “Every morning for the last year I’ve woken up wondering if today will be the day that I’ll cross the line, that I’ll take things too far and Bodhi and the others won’t be able to stop me.”  You can’t stop the words from entering the air, the thing you’ve never told anyone, never admitted, not even to yourself. “Sometimes I wish she’d killed me during Threshing, that she’d hit a vein and let me bleed out in the forest.”

His eyes widen as he realizes the three thick scars crossing your collarbone were from Tuile. She’d scratched you, as many dragons do with their bonded to mark their riders — like the scar through Xaden’s eyebrow — but he’s never seen one this severe.

She must have wanted it to hurt.

He kneels down in front of the chair, at eye level with you now, and pulls you forward into a gentle hug, wrapping you in warmth. “I’m so grateful she didn’t, Spark. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

You finally crack, a soft sob parting your lips at the pressure it puts on the cuts and bruises covering your skin. You clutch at the soft black fabric of his shirt with aching hands, needing him close even though it hurts, and the idea of him taking care of you after everything you’ve done makes you sick.

He strokes your back, speaking softly. “I mean it. You’re the world to me. And we’ll get you help, I promise. I’m sure my older sister would know what to do. She knows everything there is to know about dragons. I can’t send letters as a first year, but Xaden could. And you know he’d do it in a heartbeat.”

You shake your head no against his shoulder. “There’s nothing you or anyone else can do. I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Don’t say that,” he chides softly. “Please don’t give up, Spark. I know it’s difficult, but you’re so strong, and we’re all here to help you. Me, Bodhi, Xay, the girls…”

“You don’t get it,” you sniff. “Tuile was bonded to my grandfather for thirty years. A direct relative.”

He’s quiet, not sure what this means. They haven’t covered this in Kaori’s class — they never will.

You explain in a wavering voice. “The books say that anyone bonded to a dragon who was formerly bonded to their direct relative will either get a second signet or go completely mad, and I’ve tried everything, but all I can do is the water.”

Garrick had gotten a second one, as did Imogen and a few of the others who had riders in the family. But you ended up with your piece-of-shit grandfather’s piece-of-shit dragon, who probably decided that you didn't deserve a second signet, that you were too weak, too soft.

“That’s why I can’t control myself half the time,” you say in a cracked whisper, your breathing unsteady. “I’m already starting to lose my grip.”

He rests his chin on top of your head, keeping you tucked into his arms. “I’m so sorry, sweet girl.”

Nobody else has ever apologized to you about this, just given you pitiful looks and kept their distance — except Bodhi. But he’s only stuck with you out of responsibility, because he can keep you leashed with his own signet. 

“I’ll stay with you until the end. Even if you forget my name or try to kill me, I’ll be by your side.”

You manage a bitter laugh — a dry huff of air that makes your bruised ribs throb. “That might actually happen.”

“I know,” he says softly, still rubbing your back. “But if it does, I’ll know that it isn’t you, and it isn’t your fault. None of this was your fault. But I’m so proud of you for telling me, and for making it this far. And I promise you I will do everything I can to help slow this down, and to make life easier for you.” 

Your tears have dried, leaving you with a hollow feeling in your sinuses, but Liam still holds you, your breathing now synchronized with his. 

You take the opportunity to try some of the advice a friend had given you, that had seemed like complete and utter bullshit at the time, but might be worth it now.

Three things you can feel: the softness of Liam’s tunic and the warmth of his skin against yours, the ache of the bruises covering your body.

Two things you can see: Liam’s arm around you, and the definition of the muscle there. The mess of used medical supplies on your desk. 

One thing you can taste: the coppery blood that still coats the edges of your teeth. 

You’ll drag yourself to the bathing chambers to brush before you go to sleep. Should probably shower, too. It’ll be exhausting, but if you’re truly disconnected from Tuile and her magic, you won’t have to worry about drowning.

You hate to admit it, but you feel a little better now, a little safer with the familiarity of your room, and Liam in it with you. 

The bells ring — each of the six chimes making you wince. “Y’ should get to formation,” you murmur. 

His hand smooths over your hair once more, not minding the blood, dirt, and grease in it. “Are you gonna be okay on your own?” he asks softly. He doesn’t say it outright, but you know what he’s really asking.

“Mm. Jus’ gonna shower and sleep.”

He’s satisfied with your answer, but still lingers a moment longer. “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For surviving this long. For not giving up, and for telling me what’s going on.”

You don’t tell him that he’s the only reason you’re still going. 

Your words blur together with exhaustion. “Thank you. Fr’ cleaning me up.”

He lays a featherlight kiss to your forehead before he pulls away, careful not to brush the bruises there. “Always.”

[thedivinevera]

Hear me out. Obsessive Oscar Piastri. He’s so calm and calculated all of the time, he’d have your schedules memorized the same way he memorized the tracks and other drivers

SILENTLY

DARK! ATTENTIVE! OSCAR PIASTRI X GN!READER.

Established relationship, no use of y/n, no mention of anything that indicates the readers gender or physical appearance, some sprinkle of angst and fluff but are mostly centered on Oscar’s behavior, tame.

Obsession (but it’s quite tame), unhealthy and creepy bahaviors, mention of stalking, possessiveness and ignorance of privacy and boundaries.

Dark-nometer 4/10

It would be a lie if you told yourself that Oscar is a normal boyfriend, yes while he was not those creeps or those alpha male, he has some quirk that often left you confused and borderline creeped out.

EVIDENCE #1

Oscar is very attentive. So attentive with your schedule to the point that Oscar is the person that reminds you of your doctor appointments or the start of your period. You think it's just him being such a meticulous boyfriend until you realize how much he knows about you and how much he demands you report everything to him. It’s a simple question such as “where are you going?” “Who is with you” “why you’re there” etc.. etc and while at first it didn’t disturb you as much, you now find yourself being irritated by it, every time he’s not joining you on your trips or just even a visit to the grocery store; you will end up with a bunch of miss calls from Oscar and if you answer him; it’s always just him asking about what are you doing and why you aren’t in the house yet. It didn’t also help the fact that he has CCTV around the house so he knows if you aren’t there, he also has a tracking device for each car he owns that he also uses. (He also had a tracking device in YOUR phone, he didn’t just want to tell you)

“CAN’T I JUST LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT REPORTING ANYTHING TO YOU?!” You shouted to Oscar at the top of your lungs.

“Can’t I just be aware of the love of my life’s location? Is that a crime?” He asked with such calmness and composure that just irritated you more.

“That’s not the point, OSCAR!? You’re suffocating me! Have you realized how much you call me every time I’m not with you?!” You hate the fact that while you’re screaming on the top of your lungs Oscar is just there standing calm as ever, it feels like you’re the irrational one despite having a valid argument.

At the end, you just decided to enlighten yourself for a bit in your favorite hangout spot. Their guilt swept into your mind; what if you’re just being irrational? What if Oscar is just really being an attentive boyfriend and you’re just being paranoid and toxic. You’re lost in thought until someone hugs you in the back; it’s Oscar.

“I’m very sorry—I honestly didn’t know that you felt this way… I’m such a bad boyfriend. I promise you I would give you as much privacy and freedom if that’s what you want” Oscar kissed the top of your head, then your shoulders until he rested himself on your neck.

“No— Oscar… I should really be the one apologizing, you're just being attentive and caring and it's just me being irrational really…”

“Shh— we shouldn’t discuss that anymore… but always remember that no matter how much you try to leave me I will always find you” Oscar growled. If you just can see how his eyes darken.

As Oscar drives you two back to your home, you just realize… How did Oscar know your location? You looked at the Aussie and he just shot you with a Prince Charming smile.

EVIDENCE #2

Jealousy isn't visible in the action of Oscar Piastri but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. As always you attend Oscar’s race. While lounging in his garage an engineer who you haven’t met strikes a chat with you. Without much to do you decided to strike a chat with one of the engineers. The two of you had gotten into a much deeper conversation that you didn’t realize that Oscar was in front of you waiting and losing his patience. Once you realize that Oscar is there you said your goodbye to the engineers and decide to attend to your now poker face boyfriend. Oscar had told you that you should wait in the car and he just had a short business to attend to.

Oscar walked to the office of Zak Brown. His brown frown and you can see the visible frustration in his face. It’s like magic how his facial expressions that is very gentle to you have melted to something that will throw off anybody who worked with Oscar before.

“Oscar!” Zak hugged his driver eagerly. “What mayhem did Lando caused today” he joked

“I want a certain engineer to be fired right now” Oscar demands, with much power to his voice.

“Oh well— why? We still haven’t gone to the racing week, what might be your issue with them”

“They just irritated me, can you just for the sake of my performance, get them to fuck out of my garage” Oscar claims.

“Oscar, do you think it's quite irrational to do that?” Zak frowns at now visibly frustrated Australia.

“It’s either they’re out or I’m out” the brute gives a reckless ultimatum to the older man. Clearly Oscar’s behavior is absolutely different than he was, which Zak finds very strange, but either way a job of an engineer is much easier to be filled than a seat of a driver.

It saddens you to realize that your new found friendship has been put to stop in such a short period of time, but thankfully your boyfriend manages to comfort you with his calm and composed smile.

EVIDENCE #3

you’re staying with Oscar this week, the Aussie always wants you to move in with him but you kept insisting that it's too early or you aren’t ready, but you still stayed at his place from time to time. You just got out of the shower when you see Oscar carrying a binder and pen, you watch him scan the bottle of your newest perfume in one of the pages of a dictionary-like binder.

“Oscar?” You asked a now frightened Australian.

“I— um… yes? I was just—ah…” Oscar stumbled in his words like has just got caught doing something he shouldn’t do.

Fortunately for the brunet you didn’t press on it much and just busied yourself with changing rather than seething an explanation from your boyfriend.

Curiosity gets the best of you obviously… scanning the content of the binder; you saw some of the pictures of your first date up to the latest all photographed with matching details from the time it started up to problems that occurred like traffic or sold out staple dishes with a hard reminder written on how to avoid it. You find it weird that everything is so detailed to the T even the brand and color of your dress is in it but you couldn’t deny that the thought of Oscar remembering your dates like the color of the sun doesn’t make your heart flustered.

Flipping the pages you saw a weird excel spreadsheet like page. Your brows curl up as you scan the content. It has the title of soap, perfume, shampoo and toothpaste etc. confusion is the first thing that settles in your mind but then as you saw the new freshly laid ink you remember that Oscar is holding your newest brought perfume and there it was— at the last tab of the perfume category there was the brand of your perfume, you also remember the last perfume you used in your last meeting and just above is the brand. Creep has crawled in your mind; your boyfriend is keeping a tab of everything, the dates, the product you use in a manner that can only be distinguished as weird and strange.

A hand touched your shoulder, which resulted in you quickly closing the book. It's Oscar groggily wiping his eyes.

“Why aren't you in the bed?” He asked. Eyes fixed to the binder in your hand and then to your face.

“Nothing” you lie to your teeth you smiled at him and he smiled at you an awkward moment had covered the entire room.

That night the two of you decided to just let it go and probably shouldn’t be talked about again.

While you’re sleeping in his chest, Oscar is just grateful that you haven’t flipped enough to see all the paparazzi shots he had taken before he dated you or the list of exes, friends, ex friends and blackmails he can use for them. How amateur of him, after many years of doing this to you.

[taeaura]

Please, can you do a part two of what @Thewolffairytaler asked for about Thomas's eyes? Like the victim just starts to plead with Thomas about not hurting her, she's not desperately pleading, but she's at a point where she is on her knees as she is gently holding his left hand and is just pleading. Maybe even kissing his knuckles as her eyes tears up a bit. She's not scared of Thomas exactly, but she is scared of the idea that he will hurt her. Please? PLEASE? 🥺

Yes of course! | Pt.1

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"There you go...attaboy, Tommy. Finish the job like you always do." 

Hoyt knew his way around manipulation, around temptation. He knew the family’s hunger would worsen with even the smallest decrease in food. They’d been hungry before, - starving, famished; They would never go hungry again. 

Tommy..his name was Tommy - No, Thomas. You could use that, right? Say a few sweet words, kiss and grab at him. Just gotta get the chainsaw out of his hands first.

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Crank it up! Show that bitch what happens when you fuck around and stay long enough to find out.”

Hoyt was getting impatient. What the hell was he (Thomas) thinking? Putting the family in such danger all for a piece of tail - Selfish. At Least when he (Hoyt) did it, they were tied down..nothing could get in the way of the family. 

Thomas was conflicted - On one hand, he had this gorgeous girl cooing in his ears about his eyes. It felt so good to be wanted. But did she really want him? Did she mean it? She couldn't've..

He revved the chainsaw a final time, the loud buzzing of the blade crowding the room. 

“Hell yeah, Tommy. Show ‘er how it’s done.” Hoyt chuckled as he turned his heel to walk back up the stairs - He had..”business” to attend to; Which in your case, heightened your chances of survival. 

“Wait wait wait wait wait - No, no, no, no, no, please..we could work this out, couldn’t we? Please?” 

Thomas shook his head - She’s not worth it, Thomas - He thought to himself. Finish the job..

With drying tears painting your cheeks, you shakily held your hands out and shook your head lightly. “Tommy, please.”

That rewired something in him. The way you said it - God had sent a succubus, hadn't he? A final challenge to prove his strength. Mama had always told him sex before marriage was a sin. Women who opened their legs for any man on the street, even if it was to save their lives, had failed their family, their future husbands, God, and most importantly, themselves. “They can’t be saved,” she’d tell him. She never used the word “whore” but his uncles did. He knew that’s what mama meant. She would've called you one if she saw what was going on down here..One less whore - he thought. 

“Tommy, I’m so sorry..” You whined as you knelt down. “We can work this out - You and me. I won’t hurt you, I ain’t gonna run away.” You didn’t even convince yourself that it was working. What were you doing? Helplessly pleading with a backwoods serial killer? It wasn’t gonna work…

Surprisingly, it did. Luckily for you, you ended up in the basement of a family with a very..protective yet starved and desperate guard dog. The chainsaw had stopped, though hesitantly. Thomas was looking at you with glazed-over eyes. He was in another word - most likely his own head, trying to rationalize his decision to spare you. You took the opportunity to carefully coax his hand into yours as you peppered kisses on his bruised and bloodied knuckles. That must’ve snapped him out of it - He jerked a bit as he looked down. He didn’t mind this angle: You looking up at him with teary eyes and shaky breath - He could get used to this. 

Get your head in the game, Thomas! - He could hear Hoyt’s figurative voice screaming at him from the back of his mind. It didn’t matter - He’d keep you. Safely. Whether in the backroom of the basement or in the shed, anywhere that his uncles couldn’t get to you. He’d sneak you food, bring you water in dirtied glass, bring in some of his old clothes for you to wear, and a pillow hidden somewhere in the guest room. He’d keep you safe - Just as long as you kept spoiling him with sweet words and soft kisses.

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As always, if you have more requests, questions, or I misinterpreted an ask, please let me know!

am I geeking twin

[yunpupu]

Accidentally Yours | j.yh

Chapter 5 : The Dare That Did It

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pairing : roommate! yunho x roommate! reader

word count : 2.3k

genre : fluff, comedy, smut (warning : 16+)

note : finally.. a kiss???

masterlist | chapter 6

It started with a board game.

You should’ve known better. You really should’ve. Because nothing good ever came from Yunho saying, “Let’s make it interesting.”

He’d found a dusty old game buried in the back of the closet—some off-brand mix between charades, trivia, and truth-or-dare. You didn’t even remember buying it. Maybe it was cursed. That would explain a lot.

By the second round, you were curled up on the floor of the living room with Yunho, both of you slightly tipsy on spiked hot chocolate, and laughing so hard your cheeks hurt.

“Okay,” Yunho said, reading the next card aloud. “Dare. ‘Let the person next to you pick your challenge.’”

He looked at you with a smirk. “Well, well. Your move.”

You grinned wickedly. “I dare you… to call Wooyoung and tell him you’ve finally confessed your love to me.”

Yunho froze. “That’s your dare?”

You sipped your drink innocently. “Scared?”

“Of Wooyoung’s reaction? Always.”

Still, he pulled out his phone with a sigh and dialed.

You tried not to laugh as he put it on speaker.

“Hello?” Wooyoung’s voice crackled through.

Yunho cleared his throat dramatically. “I just wanted you to know… I confessed my love to my roommate.”

A pause.

Then—

“FINALLY!” Wooyoung screamed. “It’s about damn time! I’ve been saying you two have chemistry since week one!”

You choked on your drink.

Yunho was red, eyes wide. “Wait, what—”

“No, seriously,” Wooyoung continued. “Do you know how many times I’ve told Seonghwa, ‘They’re either gonna kill each other or make out’? I had money on this.”

“Okay, wow—”

“Tell them I want details later. K bye!”

Click.

Silence.

You looked at Yunho.

He looked at you.

And then you both burst out laughing.

“I can’t believe that backfired,” you wheezed.

He clutched his stomach. “He’s too invested in our lives.”

But as the laughter faded, something lingered in the air.

Because the words were still out there. I confessed my love.

Even if it was a joke… it didn’t feel like one.

Later, the game lay forgotten on the floor, and you both sat on the couch, legs tucked up, blanket shared between you.

Yunho had gone quiet—something that rarely happened.

You nudged him. “You okay?”

He turned his head slowly, eyes locked on yours. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, heartbeat already picking up.

“Do you think we’d work? Like… if we weren’t just roommates.”

The air went still.

“I…” you started, then stopped. “Are you still playing the game?”

“No,” he said softly. “Not this time.”

Your throat tightened. “Yunho…”

He looked nervous—nervous. Like he hadn’t been teasing you for months. Like this wasn’t a game anymore.

“You don’t have to answer,” he said quickly. “I just—I’ve been thinking about it a lot. About us. And how good this feels. And I just needed to know if I was the only one.”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

Then opened it again, because screw it—you were tired of pretending.

“You’re not the only one.”

His eyes snapped to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, voice low. “Ever since the pillow fort. Probably before that.”

He stared at you like he was memorizing every detail of your face.

Then, so quietly you almost missed it, he whispered, “So what do we do now?”

You didn’t have an answer.

Not yet.

But you did know one thing

You didn’t want to stop whatever this was becoming.

You found yourself standing in the kitchen later, alone, trying to breathe through the storm of thoughts in your head.

Then you heard Yunho’s voice behind you.

“You forgot to draw your dare.”

You turned to find him leaning in the doorway, holding the card deck.

You raised an eyebrow. “We’re still doing that?”

He grinned. “Just one more.”

You rolled your eyes but reached out and drew a card.

You read it.

Froze.

Then looked up at him.

“What’s it say?” he asked, stepping closer.

Your pulse kicked into overdrive.

“Kiss the person next to you.”

Yunho blinked.

You blinked.

Neither of you moved.

Then—slowly, slowly—he took a step closer.

“If it’s still a game,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “you can say no.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to.”

His gaze flickered to your lips.

“Then we stop pretending?”

You nodded.

And just like that, his hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek so gently it made your knees go weak.

When his lips met yours, it wasn’t rushed or messy or dramatic.

It was soft.

Tender.

Like something that had been waiting for the right moment to bloom.

And now it had.

The kiss deepened slowly—his other hand sliding around your waist, your fingers tangling in his hoodie. You leaned into him, warmth pooling in your chest as he kissed you like he’d been holding back for weeks.

Maybe he had.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Yeah. This definitely isn’t just a game.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “No. Definitely not.”

Then you kissed him again.

Just to be sure.

taglist !!

@moonlitarcade @dejatiny @flambychan

[poodlejoonas]

I didn't wanna say anything, just observe and try to process on my own, but fuck it we ball.

Joel leaving the band should be a wake-up call for some of y'all to come to terms with how you treat mental illness and neurodivergence. Yes, even if you're also depressed, or also anxious, or also diagnosed ADHD. Especially if you're one or more of those things. It's like you don't wanna believe that Joel's lifelong, every day mental and emotional state could actually cause serious physical health concerns - you only wanna see him as the "hehe quirky energetic boi." Which he can be that sometimes, but y'all let that view of him cloud your judgment and make you ignore real issues.

And when you only see the quirky side of his ADHD, some of y'all [emphasis on some] get a little too comfortable with bullying him about it. But you might say, "Oh, well I have the same thing too and it's #relatable so it's okay if we joke and bully him (affectionately)." That's still ableism, babes! Being a little depresso bean yourself doesn't mean you get to make fun of someone else's depression, it just give you permission to talk about your own. Having ADHD doesn't mean you get to be a bully about someone else's symptom expression, even if you think you're just being playful about it. Leaving it on your blog or on Discord is one thing. Posting it in a place where you know he'll see it is a totally different beast. We should all know better than to know you can't read tone through text. You can only do that once you know someone's typing style on an intimate level and can understand if they're joking, pissed off, or chill about it.

None of us know Joel on a daily basis, no matter how many IG stories he posts or how many times we rewatch their tour vlogs and watch him make silly noises or be moody. The other guys can (affectionately) joke around with him because they know him and they've lived in buses and the studio with him for 12+ years. WE. CAN'T. He's always caught the most shit from fans for captioning pictures with future song lyrics that read a little depressingly (like what the other guys did), posting about his sad feelings or low self-esteem, and even sharing his playful moments. He's been a lot of fans' personal voodoo doll for projecting feelings and fanfiction headcanons because his ADHD and other issues are treated like a headcanon.

(And before you say anything - yes, I'm aware I'm not entirely innocent of this either. I've written it into the dad!AU to be as honest to reality as I can be. But I've never tried to force any of my fanfic ideals onto others. I've never forced my fics into anyone's faces if they didn't want to read them. And I for damn sure haven't been the judge, jury, and executioner for how fics with Joel could be written. Because he's a person, not a doll to play with.)

Finally - for the love of GOD - recognize the difference between Blind Channel's songs about mental illness and suicide and the reality behind them. In the songs, they're aesthetics. That's what musical symbolism is about. They exist in their aesthetics so that we can also feel things and process our own shit on our own time. Anytime I get "Die Another Day" on my shuffle, I stop what I'm doing to cry about it then move on with my day. Every one of their sad songs has an even sadder backstory. "Bad Idea" exists because Niko was literally talked off a ledge. "Feel Nothing" tells the story of being so done with life that your whole body goes numb. "Don't Fix Me" is about coming to terms with having a fucked up life and mental state. "Scream" is dedicated to one of Joel's dearest idols, whose life story and death (I'm 95% certain) was part of his fears of continuing in the band with his mental state.

Remember that Joel was literally the guy whose answer to the question, "Where do you see yourselves in ten years?" was "In a grave." IN A GRAVE. And he has the self-preservation now to acknowledge that he may end up there in his stated timeline if he continues doing something that will get him there. Maybe, just maybe, there's a little twinkle of hope that he can grow old and find real happiness and peace in his life. This is someone who probably never thought he'd live to see 30. And he finally has the chance to chase peace on his own terms. We should be grateful for that, but the Anger part of the "Fandom Five Stages of Grief" would rather have us all turn against the five remaining members of the band we all claim to love so much.

Cope how you want, I'm not a fucking cop. But when you're ready for this conversation, return and do some serious thinking about it. There will be future depressing songs not written by Joel. Then who will you project onto?

[sleptokne]

been listening to Damocles on repeat (just like I did with every other song...) and it just... hits hard. every time I listen to it, it hits harder.

as someone who deals with depression, it sounds like vessel telling us how it feels to live the live he always imagined through the tainted glass of depression:

"Come up for air and choke on it all

No one else knows that I've got a problem"

and of course a sudden rise to fame that no one could've expected when they started the band, hence the title Damocles.

the fear of doing something wrong, of becoming boring and eventually... forgotten. he loves making music, he is brilliant at it. but now, with so many people listening to the band, listening to what he creates, there is the overwhelming fear of not being good enough.

he even tells us that, yes, he should be touring - although that touring is what he and the rest of the band did all year last year.

he tells us that, in comparison to other songs, these chords are boring - although they aren't and the chords don't need to be extraordinary to give us this message.

it tells us that, no matter what he does, it is eventually not enough. because now, with their sudden rise to fame, which literally exploded, there are even more eyes on them. more people criticising them.

and it would take a toll on all of us.

sleep token doesn't communicate like other artists do. but vessel is trying to tell us what is on his heart and mind. and that things are different from what he wished and imagines them to be:

"And nobody told me I'd be begging for relief

When what is silence to you feels like it's screaming to me

Well, nobody told I'd get tired of myself

When it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell"

the last line especially. he has been writing personal lyrics since the beginning of the band, but they were part of the lore and we were encouraged to interpret them how we wanted, vessel never told us that there is a correct or incorrect way of doing so.

but now, he is as clear as he feels comfortable with. and it shows us exactly how he feels. yes, he achieved all what he dreamed of. he achieved it through tearing his heart out.

and now people want him to do it all the time, but no one should have to.

because what if it all just ends? what if he is just forgotten?

depression, man. Damocles really hits hard, no matter its "simplicity". and isn't that what real art does?

fucking you up and getting stuck in your head forever despite its simplicity?

[sundrop-writes]

I'm glad you did watch more of the show before reading because you got to see Fire Candle in his GLORY!!!! also I just found out that the actor for Fire Candle is 36, and I find him so much hotter for that omg. so I am so much happier than I wrote this fic omg

Star: (I fell in love with another one of the idiots while doing that so RIP to me) (can you guess which one?)

Sunny: I think we may have already discussed this, but I had already guess Rikuo. because he is sooo cocky and obnoxious and SOOOOO your type. he is soo Jackson from Teen Wolf (but actually sweet and not so mean)

Star: "he had been screaming at the Gozyuger team" im now OBSESSED with the team ALSO

Sunny: THEY ARE SUCH A GOOD TEAM!!!!!!!! I love all of them omg

Star: "You were laying on a rather luxurious bed" which is a special tool that'll help us out later :3

Sunny: literally. why be kidnapped if there's not a super cool princess bed involved

Star: "specifically to visit Hoeru" 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Sunny: they are 'best friends' (they wanna fuck each other so badly they just don't know it yet)

Star: "you that secretly indulged in late night dark romance" YEEEESSSSSS !!!! SHE'S SUCH AN ICON !!!!

Sunny: all of my main characters have to secretly be freaky. I CANNOT have any of that 'oh she's so innocent... and she's doesn't know what sex is and she's never seen a cock before uwu' I CANNOT HAVE IT. she's secretly done anal before and her dirty talk will freak the protagonist out. that's all I can handle

Star: "No, I wouldn’t say I’m… afraid" my pupils *are* dilated but not for the reasons you think

Sunny: I DID NOT EVEN THINK OF THIS!!!! if this was Derek, it would be like 'why is your heart racing? because you're scared?' 'no!' (quivers in horny)

Star: "wait for Gozyu Wolf to come running to your rescue" tasukete, Hoeru 🙄🙄 tasuketeeee

Sunny: Hoeru is her little tsundere. that's just how it isss

Star: "but he was either too much of a gentleman or too obtuse to pick up on your flirting" both, i fear

Sunny: OF COURSE IT'S BOTH!!!!! he is so down bad but he won't even look her in the eye

Star: "but it had turned him into a raging animal who lashed out" we should talk more about this, also 😙

Sunny: okay but I have been thinking SO MUCH about the similarities between Hoeru and Isaac. lonely rejected boy. seeking a family, super protective. I want to ABSOLUTELY FUCK HIM SILLY. bit sad puppy eyes. like dude. the 'I am super protective of you' rage sex would slap SO HARD

Star: "But this? Not that fun. Can I leave now?” KSKSKKSKS if you didn't kidnap me to cuck your arch nemesis or whatever, can i gtfo now?

Sunny: she knows what she wants. and we can all appreciate that

Star: "My blazing fire splitting her open and warming her from the inside!" then at the end of the episode Fire Candle and Hoeru fight for the No 1 Breeder title Gozyu style

Sunny: I LITERALLY ALMOST FUCKING CHOKED WHEN YOU CALLED IT 'NO. 1 BREEDER BATTLE' LIKE DUDE. that is so perfect but it also makes me imagine keeping them both collared and in cages

Star: "or rather, him and Gozyu Wolf fighting an epic battle to win you" we're always in sync, I love us

Sunny: we truly are <3 because what fun is having two hot rivals if they don't fight over you?

Star: "spit onto your pussy" : O I hadn't stopped to think which N1 Sentai characters spit/kiss it before eating... Thoughts are being thunk right now... I'd like to discuss

Sunny: Fire Candle spits on it every time, I think Hoeru would actually be submissive as hell, and Rikuo would be a soft gentle dom (Sumino is a pillow princess, shhh, don't tell anybody I said that)

Star: "I should have known the Wolf would have himself a perfect slut!” 😌

Sunny: when he says it, it's always "Slut (affectionate)"

Star: "Perhaps I should kidnap you again sometime, Treasure.” TREASURE 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sunny: OKAY OKAY I HAVE TO GIVE THIS AWAY!!!! after I watched the butler episode - AS SOON AS I WAS WATCHING IT, I imagined Reader coming to the butler cafe to check on Hoeru (because supposedly he quit being Gozyu Wolf and she's really worried about him) and she's there WHEN FIRE CANDLE IS THERE, and when Fire Candle sees her, he winks at her and he's like "ah, Hello Treasure, why don't you join me" and Hoeru is like HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS GUY. and like - I can get a threesome out of that. I just know I can

Star: "Sumino fired back, firm and determined, worry seeping through her voice" i love her i love i love her i love her

Sunny: I love her too omg

Star: "Rikuo pulled out for you (ever the gentlemen)" can we PLEASE talk about him? I'm obsessed with this blue bitch

Sunny: (Paris Hilton voice) I love this little blue bitch. get me 10 more

Star: "So… oddly enough, Fire Candle’s plan had worked after all" KSSKKSSK never doubted him for a second

Sunny: ACTUALLY HILARIOUS. because this is one of those fics where things happened that I did not even plan. originally the plan was for Reader to get transported back to earth and go about her day for Hoeru to NEVER KNOW that she fucked Fire Candle, but then I was re-reading the beginning and I remembered that she has a big bump on her head - that Hoeru would see and get upset about. and I was like... damn. his plan actually did work after all. SO I FUCKING DOUBTED HIM THE WHOLE TIME. I AM THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT AND HIS PLAN WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WORK. like fuck. he EVEN OUTSMARTED MEEEE

Star: I looooove the homerotic obsession Fire Candle has with Hoeru, he'd be even MORE pissed to find out how fucking Gorgeous The Wolf is (i want them to do each other nasty style). and i fucking LOVED the little Hoeru x Reader and Team Gozyu crumbs we got !!! He's such a fucking dumbass, I love him and his pack of idiots.

Sunny: INEVITABLY I am going to have to write a Fire Candle x Reader x Hoeru fic set during the butler episode. ALSO HIM MAKING THEM FUCK EACH OTHER NASTY STYLE BECAUSE HE FOUND OUT THAT THEY HAVEN'T FUCKED BEFORE that is brilliant omg

Star: Bestie I fear this show's gonna have to go to the fandom list, I love them so very much

Sunny: oh it already is in my heart. if I wasn't so busy with other stuff, I would be accepting requests for it right now

anyway - I am SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE FIC !!!!! YAY

Moth To A Flame

Fire Candle (No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger) x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Fire Candle kidnaps and takes you to his homeworld as part of the ultimate plan to take down his rival. He will use you - who he believes to be Gozyu Wolf's girlfriend - as bait to tempt the Wolf into a fight.

There's just one small problem with that. While you are close friends with Hoeru, you are definitely not his girlfriend, and you laugh in Fire Candle's face upon hearing his plan rather than quaking in fear. And then... you start flirting with him?

A Plan B quickly forms in his mind. And it's much better than the initial plan he had carefully spent time formulating. (And it ends with you screaming on his cock, so... everyone wins.)

Fire Candle (No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger) x Fem!Reader. Strangers to 'Lovers'. PWP Smut.

Word Count: 5,500

Main Masterlist* | AO3 Link

*Currently I do not have a No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger or Super Sentai specific Masterlist, but if I write more fics for this fandom, then I will make one and link it here.

Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader has a vagina and breasts and goes by she/her pronouns (but as with most of my fics, the primary pronouns used are you/yours); the reader is described as wearing a dress and other than that, there is no major descriptions of her looks; the reader does not have a ring or any Gozyuger powers and does not fight alongside the team, but she does know that Hoeru is Gozyu Wolf (and it's implied that she knows who the other team members are by proximity); Hoeru and the reader are close friends; very slight background Hoeru x Reader - there is elements of affection and romance between Hoeru and the reader (they have feelings for each other that they have not confessed) but they are not dating, so the reader having sex with Fire Candle is not cheating; Fire Candle is under the impression that the reader is an innocent, demure, blushing 'virgin', but the reader laughs at this idea because it's not true; Fire Candle calls the reader 'stupid' and 'silly' (at first, in an attempt to emotionally dismiss her an intimidate her, and then to belittle her sexually); this could be considered dubcon - because Fire Candle kidnaps the reader before having sex with her (but it is very much her idea to have sex, so it's more like situational dubcon, and she's very enthusiastic about it); humiliation kink/degradation kink - Fire Candle calls the reader lots of demeaning names, including whore, and he treats her like an object for his sexual pleasure; the reader is talked about as a 'prize' to be won between Gozyu Wolf and Fire Candle; oral sex - reader receiving; orgasm denial (once - towards reader); choking with slight breath restriction towards the reader; penis in vagina sex; unprotected sex/creampie - but we don't even know if he's from earth, so we don't know if he would even have the ability to get someone pregnant; I believe that is everything. And I do apologize if I forgot anything.

A/N: I was debating whether or not I wanted to post this fic because I was mentally going back and forth about whether or not it's good enough to post, but Jaycen convinced me that it is, and at the end of the day, not every fic needs to be a magnificent masterpiece. Some fics can just exist to be average or even bad and still be fun. So here this is - my fun take on what it would be like to have sex with Fire Candle because I think he's hot. Also, this was not edited as thoroughly as I usually edit my fics because I'm tired, so if I missed any warnings, I'm sorry, and please do let me know so that I can add them to the list.

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If someone had asked you where your day was going to end up, you never would have said that you would be waking up in a strange place that may or may not have been in your own dimension after being ambushed by someone you barely recognized and hit on the head, only to be knocked unconscious. No - your day had started out perfectly normal. 

You had woken up your younger brother and gotten him ready for school, did some light housework before going about your usual work of tutoring students in preparation for their college entrance exams. And you had just been on your way to see Hoeru at the cafe when something entirely bizarre occurred. 

Which - yes, bizarre things seemed to be occurring around you and to you more and more lately. But you were hoping that if you simply ignored it, it would stop. (Though that didn’t seem to be the case, as you were quickly realizing.) You were approached by someone - you thought you recognized him from a time before, when he had been screaming at the Gozyuger team, hurling threats through the air. 

Before you even had time to process his strange attire and the pack of bell-headed goons flanking him, you had been bonked on the head and everything went black. And now you were waking up with a pounding headache, trying to take in your surroundings. 

You found yourself in some kind of… white palace? The walls were made of white marble, screaming of opulence - golden trimmings and ornate stained glass inlaid into the walls truly completing the architecture, giving you a feeling that you did not belong. The room had absolutely no warmth - visually, and physically, the marble created a unique coolness to the air that caused a chill up your spine, goosebumps harsh on your skin. 

You were laying on a rather luxurious bed, on top of pressed, neatly tucked in covers - you had been placed on top of the bed rather than in it. And you were still wearing your clothes - the cute casual outfit that you had put on specifically to visit Hoeru that consisted of a simple, light (but beautiful) dress and a matching cardigan sweater - though you noticed that your simple slip-on ballet flats were missing. 

Strangely enough, there was a twinge of disappointment in the back of your mind. The part of you that secretly indulged in late night dark romance and loved the idea that you were desirable enough to kidnap thought that you should be missing your clothes or that you could be wearing some kind of scandalous tiny costume, chained to the bed with your legs spread open - 

These thoughts were disrupted by someone charging in - the door to the bedroom literally being kicked down, signalling the presence of the obnoxious kidnapper that you had yet to know the name of. Instinctively, you sat up, curious to see more of him - though you did regret it when your head gave a thump of pain at the sudden movement. 

“KNEEL BEFORE ME, SILLY GIRL!” 

He screamed out, his face twisted sourly as though his own words disgusted him. He glanced around the room, as though he had no clue where you would be, before his eyes landed on the bed, and his strange, bright irises shamelessly scanned over your body, raking over the length of your legs and the way the hem of your dress had crept up high on your thighs - before he firmly set his jaw and let out another yell. 

“DO YOU NOT QUAKE IN FEAR OF YOUR PRECIOUS GOZYU WOLF’S DEADLY RIVAL?” 

A sharp pain stabbed through your head at his yelling and you barely had time to take in his words, and he was clearly displeased that you didn’t actually seem scared - that you did little more than flinch at this presence, and it seemed to be because of his volume, and not because of any true fear. 

“No, I wouldn’t say I’m… afraid.” You told him honestly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed with your feet dangling off, hating the feeling of the cold marble against your bare toes - luckily, noticing your shoes (oddly) politely placed off to the side, as though they had been taken off with care while you had been unconscious. “Just in a bit of pain, and mostly… annoyed.” 

As you took in his appearance - even his heavily displeased expression at your words - you wanted to add something else to that list. 

Even past his strange attire and abundantly abrasive personality, he was definitely attractive. Broad shouldered inside his odd suit, with a firm jaw that carried his intense expressions well, his eyes striking in a way that suited him rather than feeling creepy. There were worse people to be kidnapped by. Much uglier ones. (You could have woken up in a bronze bikini chained up in the service of a giant slug. And this was much better than that.) 

“PREPARE TO FEEL THE WRATH OF-!” 

He began yelling again, and as it connected sharply with your eardrum, you let out a sigh. You raised your voice just enough to be heard in order to cut him off. 

“I’m sorry, but - who are you?” 

He stood in shock for a moment, his mouth gaping like a fish gasping on land as he struggled to comprehend your question. It seemed that he flailed at the idea of having to introduce himself. Especially to someone he believed should already know and fear him. 

“I am Fire Candle!” He announced proudly, puffing out his chest and striking a dramatic pose with his hands on his hips, finally speaking at a reasonable volume. “The Supreme Fire Prince, Ruler of the Dancing Flames, and wielder of King Caldelor! But you may also recognize me as Gozyu Wolf’s Greatest Dangerous Rival!” 

You couldn’t contain the laugh that desperately wanted to escape you at this, especially not with the utter serious tone that he announced these words in. You didn’t think that people truly declared themselves rivals - not outside of cheesy comic books or Saturday morning television shows meant for children. 

But things were starting to make more sense now. 

Yes, you knew that Hoeru was Gozyu Wolf. You were likely the only person who didn’t wield a ring yourself who knew that fact, entrusted to keep the precious secret because you were such a close, long-time friend of his. So … he had kidnapped you because you were Hoeru’s friend? And he was planning on hurting you to extort Hoeru and get some kind of reaction out of him? 

Again, this simply made you annoyed more than anything else. 

Fire Candle looked utterly shocked at your laughter, and then downright insulted, his expression shifting in that boldly readable way that was beginning to shine a unique kind of charm in your eyes. You couldn’t help it - but you were warming up to his unique flame. Even if that clearly wasn’t his intention. 

“EH?!” He screamed, boiling with anger as you continued to look up at him from your seat on the edge of the bed, a grin forming on your lips. “HOW DARE YOU?!” 

He pulled out a staff from behind his back (though with the ridiculous proportions of the weapon, he couldn’t have been hiding it there the whole time… so it more seemingly appeared from nowhere) - a giant silver and gold staff with candles on either end, luckily not lit at the moment. He pressed one of the candle ends into your personal space, threatening it near your neck but not pressing it against your skin. 

Again, a small wave of disappointment ran through you. 

He truly wasn’t scary. At all. 

“YOU WON’T BE LAUGHING WHEN MY PLAN COMES TO FRUITION, YOU STUPID GIRL!” 

You let out a bored sigh and reached up, putting a gentle hand on the end of the staff and oh-so-gently guiding it away from your neck, casting another look of bright shock across his features at the fact that you still weren’t frightened, you clearly didn’t feel threatened; he dropped it limply back to his side due to this sock, and stood there silently as you asked your next question. 

“What is your plan, exactly?” 

You felt curiosity biting at you, and you wondered if the day would end with you in some kind of slow-torture-death-machine or if his plan was simply to tie you up and write a ransom note and then wait for Hoeru - or rather, wait for Gozyu Wolf to come running to your rescue. 

He smirked deeply at this, the shine of his teeth making an appearance as his eyebrows creased to show his pleasure at your words, and you hated the tingle that shot between your legs at the look. Leave it to someone like him to be just as ignorant of how good looking he was as he was about the level of fear that he brought to a room. 

“My plan!” He replied, his voice reaching that semi-normal tone once again. “My plan involves using you - the innocent beauty - as bait…” 

You choked back another laugh at him describing you as ‘innocent’, but you didn’t bother to correct him. You simply listened on as he continued, beginning to pace the room dramatically and flail his arms to demonstrate his words. 

“I will bait Gozyu Wolf out with his blushing and frightful damsel in distress! I will put you in danger, and when he comes to rescue his endangered love, I will chop off the Wolf’s head and mount it on my wall in victory!” 

He made a slashing motion with his staff to demonstrate this and then pointed to a space on the wall - though you had to imagine that this was simply an example and not truly the space he had picked out, because if he was going through all the trouble to murder Hoeru, he wouldn’t hide his prize away in some bedroom, he would likely want to display in a main trafficked area for everyone to see. 

The mental imagery of Hoeru’s head stuffed and mounted on a wall - both in or out of the Gozyu Wolf helmet - did cause you to let out another laugh. It was utterly ridiculous. And you knew that this guy would never be able to pull it off. 

Fire Candle let out a deep growl, making a sharp stomp toward you - and for the first time that day, you felt a slight bite of actual fear jump through you. When your eyes jumped up toward him and saw true, fiery anger dancing there, this was, of course, followed by more lust settling into your stomach. 

He settled into another smirk, finally seeming pleased that he had managed to scare you. 

“You won’t be laughing when I finally defeat your boyfriend.” He spat out harshly, another (finally non-screaming) attempt to intimidate you. 

“Boyfriend?” You parroted back, raising an eyebrow sharply at him. 

The word caught you off guard, but it did bring things into a bit more clarity once again. 

You and Hoeru were close friends. You had been since you had met him at one of his first jobs - waiting tables at a restaurant that you frequented after school. Once he was fired from that job, he popped up at a boba shop near your house and you made a joke about how he was secretly stalking you, which made him blush. And you invited him over for dinner, citing that he looked like needed a good home cooked meal. 

Originally, your intent had been for it to be a date, but he was either too much of a gentleman or too obtuse to pick up on your flirting, so the two of you simply remained friends. And it stayed that way for so long that now you treasured the friendship far too much to ruin it by pouncing on him and humping him like a dog - as much as you wanted to sometimes. 

Though the comment did make you think back to the last time you had seen this costumed, screaming freak and his silver bell-headed jockeys. The last time you had gotten caught up in a confrontation, surrounding by the Gozyuger team and with no ring to transform with yourself, Hoeru had been intensely protective of you, taking great offensive when you had been knocked to the ground - it hadn’t hurt you or even left the slightest scratch on you, but it had turned him into a raging animal who lashed out on the person who so much as dared to shift the slightest force wrongfully in your direction. 

Obviously, Fire Candle had seen this, and he had mistaken the sweet, friendly protectiveness from Hoeru as romantic intent. 

You let out another snort of laughter. 

“Ho-” You cut yourself off sharply, scolding yourself internally for almost revealing your dear friend’s true identity to someone who only knew him as a mask. “Gozyu Wolf is not my boyfriend.” You easily corrected him, causing another expressively confused look from the brightly coloured man. 

“So if your entire plan hinged on him being made stupid by his love for me and rushing toward danger without a second thought, then - it won’t work.” You explained, knowing that Hoeru did love you deeply due to your years of friendship, and he likely would rush toward danger to save you. 

But this guy definitely didn’t need to know that. 

“I’m not a damsel, and I’m definitely not in distress.” You finalized, knowing that at the very least, these words were true. 

You weren’t some ‘innocent’ scared blushing girl. You didn’t need Hoeru to rush in and save you. You just needed this inconvenient bump in your day to be over. You were hoping that if you poked enough holes in Fire Candle’s plan, he would simply send you home and then you could pretend like this whole thing never happened. 

“Not… even a little bit?” He prodded, motioning toward you with his staff again, making the weakest, most vague threat you had ever seen in your life. 

You held in another laugh. He was so incompetent that he was almost adorable. There was such an odd charm to him that you almost wanted to stick around to see what he would do next. (Almost.) 

“No. Not even a little bit.” You replied honestly, shaking your head. “The only thing I am is bored. And mildly horny.” 

You found the honest words escaping your mouth before you could stop them, and then you leaned into the honest as he stared you down with a shocked expression. 

“I thought you kidnapped me because you had something else in mind. But this? Not that fun. Can I leave now?” 

You moved to step off the bed completely - not because you actually thought that you would be able to find your way out of this other-worldly place (and somehow get back home), but more so to gauge his reaction about you leaving. He instantly stepped in front of you, blocking your path, and you froze in place, biting back a smile at how quick he was to keep you here. 

“HOLD IT HERE!” He resumed screaming, holding up a demanding hand in your direction as you held your hands behind your back (and puffed your chest out subtly, trying your hardest to look appealing as he scanned his eyes over your body once again). “I MAY STILL HAVE A USE FOR YOU, SILLY GIRL!” 

You would be lying if you said that him speaking about ‘using you’ in the same breath as calling you ‘silly girl’ with such condescending intent didn’t turn you on. You knew that certainly said something about you - but you definitely weren’t going to open up that psychological box right now. 

“And what use is that?” You inquired, puffing out your chest more and blinking your eyes at him in the most cartoonishly feminine way that you could muster - at least the two of you were playing a game that was much more catered to your interests now. 

He smirked at you widely, and you once again felt a zap of heat between your thighs. 

“I’ll be devious and defile Gozyu Wolf’s precious girlfriend! And there will be nothing he can do about it!” 

“I’m still not his girlfr-” 

Your correction was cut off when Fire Candle took a step forward and delicately, teasingly brushed two gloved fingers underneath your chin, teasing you as though you were a gentle, elusive alleycat. The simple touch sent shivers through you, and you could do little more than lock onto his golden eyes and stare into his heated gaze as he continued speaking determined, powerful, lustful words. 

“I’ll creep into his mind by fucking the woman he loves.” He stated, causing more heat to bloom deep in your gut as he made his intentions more than clear. “I’ll ruin the Wolf’s precious girl by fucking her so well that any time she’s with him, all she can think about is my superior cock! My blazing fire splitting her open and warming her from the inside!” 

Well he certainly had a way with words. You had to give him credit for that. 

Something nagging in the back of your mind was begging to tell him that this ‘plan’ was full of holes, but the other part truly didn’t care - because he was attractive and offering to fuck you to one-up some supposedly perfect boyfriend that you didn’t even have. 

“Fuck it. Whatever.” You sighed, more to yourself, putting a hand on the shoulder of his leather vest and shoving him around to push him onto the bed that you had woken up on, surprised by how light he was and how easy he was to push around after the mighty game he had talked. 

You straddled his thighs and easily melted your mouth to his, moaning in delight at just how warm he was. He put his hands on your hips and encouraged you along as you ground yourself into his lap, soon feeling a stiff bulge underneath you. 

When you pulled away from his lips and moved to reach for his pants, excited to feel more of that bulge, he surprised you by truly taking control of the interaction. He used his grip on your hips to flip you over before you could blink, pinning you down against the tightly pressed covers of the bed in a breathless moment, leaving you spread-eagle and shocked into limpness as he hovered over you, now grinning down at you with a perfectly diabolical expression. 

“Not so fast, silly girl.” He spat out harshly, moving to grab both your wrists and pin them up above your head, crowding tightly close to your face, causing his warm breath to puff against your cheeks. “First, I must see you.” 

Oh… this was exactly what you had been waiting for. 

You should have been afraid that some (possibly non-human) stranger had you pinned to a bed, in a completely strange place, and you were completely at his mercy - but this was everything you had dreamed about in the back of your mind for a very long time. And you could do nothing more but lay there with dry-mouthed, wet-cunt anticipation as he unsnapped each button of your cardigan and ripped it off you before unzipping your dress and then peeling it off your head, also tossing it away carelessly to land in a pile on the floor. 

“Ahh,” He hummed, his eyes raking over your body more intensely now, threatening to make you shy, causing your thighs to clamp together around your now wet underwear - the last remaining scrap of clothing that you had on while you were exposed under his intense gaze. “Very beautiful.” 

“Thank y-” You wanted to be polite in receiving the compliment, but he jumped to cut you off. 

“Shh!” He bit out harshly. “I’m looking.” 

You did find a sick kind of thrill in him treating you like nothing more than an object - something beautiful to be seen and not heard from. And that usually silent part of your mind that loved to indulge in darker romantic fantasy immediately began to imagine him and Hoeru - or rather, him and Gozyu Wolf fighting an epic battle to win you. Not as a lover, but as a desirable sexual object. The ultimate prize. 

This thought was disrupted when Fire Candle reached out and grabbed both your breasts - roughly groping the flesh with his gloved hands, creating an intense, strange sensation of clean white fabric on your sensitive skin while his harsh touch dug in, immediately causing you to arch up into the touch and let out a moan. He kneaded the flesh around for a few moments, a gleeful expression on his face, though he didn’t linger here for long - a deflated whine coming from your lips when he stopped touching you. 

He ripped your underwear off in a blink, causing a squeal to sneak out of your lips. 

And then, another thrill rolled through your stomach when he scooted downwards and - just as harsh and demanding, acting just as entitled to your body - he grabbed both your knees and pinned your legs open, staring at your drooling pussy with the most wide-eyed unashamed expression you had ever seen. 

“My, my, you are very pretty for such a silly girl.” 

He commented, even then leaning forward and sniffing closely against your cunt - something that made your stomach recoil with embarrassment. You tried in vain to close your thighs, and found yourself surprised by how strong he truly was - and in that moment, you had an intense love-hate relationship with the way he smirked up at you due to your obvious shift to shyness. 

“Such a pretty, wet pussy, all for me!” 

You let out a gasp when he loudly heaved a glob of spit onto your pussy, the thick wetness landing below your clit and making you tingle. And you barely had time to recover from the shock before he forced your legs open even harsher, causing a burn in your hip joints - a bite of pain that only added to your general lustful dizziness - as he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your cunt. 

A shockwave went up your body and he hummed against you, seemingly pleased with your taste. You let out a throat ripping squeal at the feeling of him devouring you - clearly not with any gentleness or true sensibility toward you, but with the infinite greed of someone who had kidnapped you simply because he believed that you were an object of desire that would lure out his ‘rival’. He did not care about the feelings of others, he only cared about himself. And for some reason, that only made the whole thing hotter - knowing that he only saw you as a vessel for his pleasure, that he only sucked harshly on your clit and shoved his tongue deep inside your cunt to lap more of your wetness because he desired the taste. 

It was something that had you sucking air into your lungs desperately, causing your chest to flail as you began to shake under his tongue. 

“Fuck!” You cried out, an orgasm already coming to life deep in your belly. “Oh, fuck me!” 

You choked on a gasp when he ripped his touch away from you just as quickly as he had begun - he looked utterly crazed as he rose tall onto his knees above you, his chin now soaked with your juices and glistening, and his expression somehow wilder than before. 

“Now, now - none of that.” He scolded you, clicking his tongue in an utterly condescending way that ebbed another moan from your throat while he gently shook his head. He flailed out his tongue and collected some of that wetness from below his mouth, almost distracting you from his next words as you became obsessed with that bit of hot pink flesh between his teeth. “A sweet girl like you shouldn’t speak such foul words,” 

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you at this - you had no clue where he had gotten the impression that you were some innocent, demure flower. But you would play the part if he so desired. 

You batted your eyelashes at him heavily again and curled your lip into a perfect pout. 

“I’m sorry, Flame Prince.” You said, cooing the words out as sweetly as you could while your cunted throbbed, aching terribly - tempting you to break down and beg like a whore. “I’ll try to be good for you.” 

But of course, he could sniff out your act - and the result was better than anything you could have predicted. 

He reached out and pressed a gloved hand against your throat, gripping tightly on either side - firmly enough to command your attention but not enough to restrict your breathing. At least not too much. You inhaled sharply as he gave you a fierce look. 

“EH!” He shouted again, shaking the air around you. “You are just a dumb little whore! Thinking you can fool The Great Fire Candle?!” 

He choked you slightly harder, sending a perfect jolt through your body as your head began to tingle - and you couldn’t help but to moan quietly and lean into the touch. Of course, this caused a bright smirk across his lips. 

“Of course! I should have known the Wolf would have himself a perfect slut!” He grinned, releasing the hold a bit too early for your liking and putting that hand beside your head as he used his other hand to reach for the fly of his pants. “Well, now I’m going to steal his prize!” 

Before you could truly take in the feeling of something so unbearably hot pressing against your bare thigh, with only a breath of a moment to glance down your body and see how truly long it was (far more intimidating than the golden candle staff he had threatened you with) - barely enough time to gasp at the bizarreness of bright red pubic hair - before that cock was being prodded at your wet entrance and thrust into you. Again, without much care for you and with true, selfish greed behind the movements. Though the more he handled you like a toy, like you were nothing more than an object for his pleasure - like he had said, a simple prize to be bartered between two rivals - the more turned on you became. 

That’s why you moaned hotly and flexed your hips up into the touch as the thick stiffness of his cock bullied its way inside of you, his hips shoving forward with a stiff, demanding movement until he was buried deep inside your soft cunt. He didn’t hesitate before he began moving, using all of his power to fuck forward in rapid, harsh movements, beginning to fuck you senseless while you moaned out and gasped for breath, scrambling for something to hold onto. 

“There it is! The sweet sounds of victory as I steal from Gozyu Wolf!” 

(Deep down, you knew that his fixation seemed to be much more on Hoeru, and you had to wonder if Fire Candle had ever seen him without his helmet to be so utterly focused on him, even while his cock was so deep inside of you.) 

He put that gloved hand back around your throat and this time pressed much harder, using the hold as a handle to pin you down while he fucked his hips into you even harder, the sound of flesh slapping flesh - wet and utterly filthy - sounding off the cold marble walls and making for an utterly pornographic symphony. All you could do was reach up to grip onto his wrist tightly as you became light headed, your body absolutely rocked by the sensation of his long cock pounding into you while he gripped you by the throat. 

“Look at me!” He demanded, and your eyes blasted open to be faced with his wide-eyed, entirely insane expression - mostly teeth and tight lips, his forehead pressed tight into his highly drawn eyebrows, forcing you further into those wild, golden eyes. “I’m better than Gozyu Wolf!” 

“Y-you are!” 

He finally released his hold on your neck, sending a thrill rocketing through you as blood rushed back to your brain and your upper body tingled with soft fuzziness while your lower body was pierced with sharp jolts of pleasure edging on pain as he continued to pound his cock into you - colliding sensations that drove you insane and drove louder and louder moans out of you. He moved to grab into your breast, digging into the flesh almost painfully as his thrusts became sloppy - clearly on edge now. 

“Such a cute little whore!” He grunted out, his once proud voice dissolving into something much more thickened almost human as he drew closer to his orgasm. “When you return to your precious Gozyu Wolf, you’ll only be thinking of this - only be thinking of my cock.” 

It was those filthy words and devilish haze of lust that had overtaken his voice that truly drove you over the edge, causing you to grip his cock as an orgasm rocked your body, sharp breaths rattling your lungs as your body arched up, pushing your breast furthering into his touch. He then shoved his hips fully into you, and the sound he let out as he came was somewhere between hilarious and spectacular. It was a choked off whine cried out into the air as he stretched his neck back, and you found a particular fascination in watching the veins in his neck bump above his dual bow ties as he desperately chugged in air. 

While you felt hot pumps of his cum inside of you, you had a distant thought about if he was human, where exactly he was from, and if he could get you pregnant. 

But those thoughts disappeared when he took in a final gulp of breath and then looked down at you, brushing surprisingly soft fingers across your forehead as he gazed at you with a strangely fond expression before he said: 

“Perhaps I should kidnap you again sometime, Treasure.” 

… 

Getting back home was… utterly bizarre. It somehow only added to the entirely strange day that you had been having. (Somehow it was still around mid-afternoon, around the same time you had left, and you had to wonder if you had been gone for a whole day, multiple days, even, or if time had only passed in minutes while you had been gone.) 

But when your feet were securely back on the ground and you got a good sense of your surroundings, you made your way toward the cafe to meet Hoeru, as you had originally planned. 

Your stomach twisted with nerves as you saw everyone standing around in a seemingly nervous huddle. 

“Well, she can’t have gone far,” Rikuo posed. 

“Don’t say that!” Sumino fired back, firm and determined, worry seeping through her voice. “People can disappear out from under you, just like that!” 

You became sour with worry, wondering if it truly had been days. 

“We should be out looking until cosmic justice is-!” Ryugi began what surely would would have been an epic speech, but you walked fully through the door then, causing Hoeru’s eyes to jump to you. 

“Y/N!” He cheered out in relief, racing across the room to see you, trapping you in a tight hug before you got even three steps through the door. “You were supposed to meet me an hour ago!” He chastised, his voice in a steady tone very similar to his usual that only you could recognize had worry creeping in. 

An hour. Of course he had rallied the troops to start a search party after a single hour. 

“Hoeru, I’m fine.” You told him, trying to wiggle free of a hug that he clearly wasn’t ready to end yet. “One of my tutoring sessions ran late-” 

“Then what happened to your head?” Sumino asked, pointing to your forehead past Hoeru - pointing to the bruising bump where Fire Candle had knocked you unconscious. Something that you had forgotten about by now because the pain was very mild… especially after the orgasm you had experienced. 

“Yeah, that doesn’t look good,” Rikuo added on, eyeing you up and down with a frown. 

Hoeru finally pulled away from the tight hug and aggressively grabbed both sides of your face to pull you closer, inspecting the injury for himself with precise eyes, crowding tightly into your personal space. 

“You need omurice,” Ryugi said with a definitive nod. “It will help.” 

He disappeared off into the kitchen while Hoeru ushered you into a nearby seat that Rikuo pulled out for you (ever the gentlemen) and Sumino sat down beside you, grasping your hand gently in an attempt to be comforting - even though you didn’t need the soothing comfort. 

“I swear, I will destroy whoever did this!” Hoeru declared passionately. 

“I’m fine!” You assured him, trying your best to ignore the flare of heat in your gut at his words. 

“I WILL DESTROY HIM!” Hoeru screamed, taking one last glance at you before he charged out the door. 

So… oddly enough, Fire Candle’s plan had worked after all.

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