#i knew i'd get choked up but then you'll be in my heart started and i absolutely lost it

[sunny44]

Anxiety

Pairing: Lando Norris x Girlfriend!reader

Warning: panic attack, anxiety, English is not my first language and maybe more…

Summary: Lando has a panic attack because of the pressure of racing at home and Y/n helps him to calm down and show him that he’s good enough.

On the eve of the British Grand Prix, Lando was struggling with the pressure.

I stood outside Lando’s hotel room, my heart heavy with concern. The British Grand Prix always brought a special kind of pressure for him, performing in front of his home crowd, and I knew this race was weighing heavily on him. The door was slightly open since I was outside making a call, and I pushed it open gently, my eyes immediately finding Lando sitting by the window, a shadow of his usual self.

His eyes were distant, his body tense. I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands gripped the armrests of the chair. Lando was lost in his thoughts, drowning in a sea of self-doubt and anxiety.

"Lando," I called softly, hoping to anchor him back to the present. There was no response. I moved closer, my concern growing with every step. When I reached him, I knelt down and placed a hand on his arm. He flinched, his eyes wide and filled with tears.

"Lando, it's me." I said, my voice steady but filled with worry. "Talk to me."

He tried to speak, but his voice failed him. Instead, a choked sob escaped his lips, and he buried his face in his hands. My heart ached for him. I had seen him face many challenges, but nothing pained me more than seeing him in this state.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. His body trembled against mine, and I could feel his ragged breaths on my neck. "It's okay," I whispered, my hand gently stroking his hair. "I'm here, Lando. You're not alone."

For what felt like an eternity, we stayed like that. I could feel the intensity of his anxiety attack, the way his muscles were taut with stress, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. I held him tighter, whispering soothing words, trying to ease the storm raging inside him.

Gradually, his breathing began to slow, and the tension in his body started to ebb away. I pulled back slightly, cupping his face in my hands. "Look at me, Lando," I said softly. His eyes met mine, and I saw the pain and fear that had consumed him.

"You are an incredible driver, but more importantly, you are an incredible person." I said, my voice firm and filled with love. "You don't have to prove anything to anyone. I love you for who you are, not for what you achieve on the track."

He shook his head, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. "But what if I fail? What if I'm not good enough?"

"You are more than enough," I replied, my tone unwavering. "Success isn't measured just by wins or podiums. It's about passion, dedication, and being true to yourself. You've already achieved so much, and I'm so proud of you. But even if you never win another race, I'll still love you just as much."

My words seemed to pierce through the fog of his anxiety, bringing a clarity that he desperately needed. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight on his chest start to lift. "Thank you, babe." he whispered. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out." I replied with a smile, kissing his forehead. "We'll face everything together, one step at a time."

“Okay.” He smiled a bit and I kissed him.

“I’ll grab you some water.” As I was getting up, Lando hugged me tighter.

“Can we just stay like this a little bit more?” His voice was low.

“We can stay like this as long as you want.” He didn’t said anything but just by the way he started to play with my fingers I knew that he needed more time like this.

We stayed there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside the hotel room fading into irrelevance. The tension that had gripped Lando slowly gave way to a fragile calm. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my own.

Eventually, I felt him relax, the tightness in his muscles easing. I knew he was finding his center again, the overwhelming pressure starting to dissipate. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, a comforting motion that I knew helped him relax.

"Lando," I whispered softly, "I believe in you. Not just as a driver, but as the amazing person you are. Tomorrow, when you get on that track, remember that it's not about proving anything to anyone. It's about doing what you love and enjoying every moment of it."

He nodded slowly, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "You're right. I need to focus on the joy of racing, not just the results."

"Exactly," I said, smiling. "And no matter what happens, I'll be here, cheering you on, proud of you every step of the way."

He sighed, a sound of release and acceptance. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he repeated, his voice steadier now.

"You'll never have to find out," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes. "Besides, I still need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get into too much trouble."

He chuckled, the sound a welcome relief from the earlier tension. "I'll try to behave," he said, a hint of his usual mischief returning.

We stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped in each other's presence, finding strength and comfort in our love. Eventually, I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Are you ready to get some rest now?" I asked gently.

He nodded, his expression more at ease. "Yeah, I think I am. Thanks to you."

“How does a bath sound?” I asked him.

“Sounds very good.”

“I’ll prepare one for you and then we can get some rest.”

“Thank you.” He said and I went to the bathroom and prepared the bath.

I helped him get up, guiding him to the bathroom, I helped him get out of his clothes and the he get in the bathtub.

“Is I warm enough?”

“It’s perfect, just like you.” He said and I smiled at him. “Wanna join me?”

“I’ll love to.”

After some time in the tub we got out, got dressed in our pijamas and went straight to bed. He lay down, and I pulled the covers over him, and I laid on the other side and I think for the first time ever he was the little spoon.

“Wow, this is good.” He said getting cozier.

“What is good?”

“Being the little spoon.”

“I’ve told you many times but you never believed me.”

“Yeah, but usually I’m the one that protects you and not the other way around.” He said with his voice very low.

“I know baby, but sometimes you need to be the one that should be protected.” He didn’t said anything. “I'll stay awake until you fall asleep."

Lando reached out, taking my hand in his.

"I don't deserve you." he said softly.

"You deserve all the love and support in the world." I replied firmly. "And I'm here to give you just that."

He smiled, a genuine smile this time, and closed his eyes. I stayed behind him, holding his hand, watching as his breathing evened out and he drifted off to sleep.

As I stay there, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride and love for him. Lando was an extraordinary person, and I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, stronger than ever.

When I was sure he was asleep, I quietly moved and turned off the lights, leaving a small night light on. I kissed his forehead one last time. I held his hand and closed my eyes to get some sleep before the next day.

Tomorrow would be a new day, a new race, but tonight was about love and support, and in that, we had already won.

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A/N: Daisy's descent into darkness <3. Let me know if you want more of these~ (not proofread sowwy)

Step-brother!Jake and his best friend Heeseung who always stand a bit too close to you when you're in the kitchen or walking past them in one of the hallways of your house.

Step-brother!Jake and his best friend Heeseung who leave lingering touches on your thighs and shoulders at the dinner table, your family smiling as they think you're so close. But you knew better

Step-brother! Jake and his best friend Heeseung "accidentally" walk into your room while you're changing when you're needed in the house, despite the fact that their eyes never look away from your partially naked form...

"Jake it's too big," you choked out as he held your arms above your head while your head rested in his lap. Heeseung only chuckled as he pushed your legs further apart, making your body feel like it was splitting in half as your walls melted around his cock.

"Aw, you think big bro's gonna help you?" Jake mocked as he held his grip even firmer when you tried to squirm away, your breathing heavy as Heeseung bottomed out into your core.

You didn't even know how you'd ended up like this. Your brother had called you into his room and before you knew it his lips were crashing onto yours while his best friend locked the door behind you, leaving you trapped in the lions' den.

"Shit~ pussy is at the max isn't it honey? Never taken someone as big as me?" Heeseung cooed in your face through pouted lips, shaking your head no as tears brimmed your eyes.

"Want Jakey to give you a kiss? It'll make you feel better promise," switching positions so he was lying on his side next to you, rolling a hardened bud between his fingers.

You shook your head and tried turning your body to the opposite side, Jake being quicker and grabbing your head and holding it still leaning it with a sinister side smile.

"It's okay to say you want it princess, no need to be so shy," he remarked as he leaned in and kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your body shivered as you felt warm saliva from his mouth trickle onto your tongue, your legs shaking as Heesung started moving at a languid but intense base.

"I think princess likes it, she's clamping down on me so tightly" Heeseung groaned as he pressed his hand on your lower belly. You pushed Jake away and let out a shaky breath against his lips as you felt Heeseung's hand press down on where his member was pressing against your cervix, your head getting dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Now you're making me jealous," Jake purred, sitting up on his knees and pulling down his sweats. He was "kind" enough to give you a pillow to raise your head up some, your eyes crossing as he pressed the tip of his member against your saliva-coated lips.

"Be a good girl and open for me yeah?" Jake then grabbed the back of your head and leaned in, eyes hardening over while he gave you a sweet smile. "If you bite you'll be punished kitten, and I'd hate to have to punish my sweet baby sister mmkay?"

You gulped and nodded, hesitantly letting Jake drop your jaw down. Both Heeseung and Jake hissed as they felt the warmth of both of your entrances, Jake holding your head still as he fucked your mouth.

You instinctively moaned around him as you felt the heat and weight of his member, mind slowly going blank as you got used like a sex toy.

Jake could only smile as he yanked the back of your head off his member, painting your neck in a pearl necklace as he came through a shaky breath.

You could whimper through ragged breaths as you tried to normalize your heart rate, eyes fluttering for a moment as Heeseung raised your knees to your chest going even deeper than before.

Your hands feebly pressed against your chest and you looked to either of them with pleaded eyes, Jake nudging Heeseung to switch with him. You felt your legs shake helplessly around the new male's waist, barely able to process what was happening as Heeseung held your head up to his member.

"Suck."

You tried to open your mouth to fit some of his members as Jake pushed his way past your gummy walls, the new warmth inside you making your belly tingle.

"I think she's finally warming up to us, look at that, she's rutting her hips into me and she doesn't even realize it," Jake teased as he rubbed your essence-soaked slit, your body spasming for a second as you tried to handle the new sensation. Your movements only made Heeseung hold your jaw in place to keep you from moving, drool dripping from your mouth in clear droplets and mixing with the cum that dripped down your chest.

That night at dinner you'd barely be able to focus, trying your best to keep the cum that leaked out of you from soaking your underwear and the dining room seats.....

[entername322]

Beautiful Symphony

Minji (New Jeans) x Male Reader

Length: 13204

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Warm, that's the first thing Minji noticed as her consciousness starts to come back. Then the smell, an addicting brew from the mixture of bodily fluid that you and her ooze last night. “Morning cutie”, Your voice, reverberating all over the empty room, kick-starts her brain. She opened your eyes to see your smiling face, not the lusty and hungry smile from last night, rather a warm and loving smile. “Morning oppa”, She smiled before crawling forward to kiss you.

“Hmmm, you need to brush your teeth”, She scoffed and retaliated by slapping you, “Are you tired?” She nods her head, although it's more like she's rubbing her head all over your chest with a motion that resembles a nod, but that's a mouthful to say. “Hey, stop that, you'll leave a burn mark”, You pulled out her head making her frown at you. “Hahahahha, oh god, you're so cute sometimes”, She knows it, but she wants you to reward her for being cute.

You gave her a kiss which is enough, for now, “Hey stop daydreaming”, You blow some air into her face making her open her eyes. “I'm hungry, so why don't you go brush your teeth and wash your face so we could go out and get breakfast”, Minji shook her head and hugged you tighter, “Babe, please?” She sighed and sat up, “Let's go then”, She grabbed your hand trying to pull you up. “Oh no, I've already brushed my teeth and washed my face when you are busy sleeping”, Minji frowned at you before leaping in to get another kiss. “Still come with me oppa”, She grabbed your hand and pulled you up. 

“I have to go till night today, I might not come back here today”, Minji glared at you through the mirror as she is brushing her teeth. “I got some matters to attend to, I'll see you tomorrow”, She quickly finished brushing her teeths and cleaned her mouth. Then she turned around to look at you, anger and jealousy was written all over it. 

"Night?" Minji's voice was husky, thick with sleep and something else – a shadow of suspicion that sent a shiver down your spine. You met her gaze, her eyes narrowed, searching for cracks in your façade. "Band practice, internship, the usual grind," you said, your voice lighter than air, barely a brushstroke against the taut canvas of her suspicion. "Thought I'd give you the morning to yourself”, How thoughtful of you.

The silence that followed was pregnant with unspoken accusations. You knew this game was dangerous, playing with fire you couldn't control. Minji's possessiveness, once endearing, now loomed like a storm cloud, ready to unleash its fury. "And Haewon?" she spat, the name a poisoned dart piercing the fragile bubble of your lie. "Is she part of your 'usual grind' too?” The question hung heavy, a bitter pill coated with suspicion. Haewon. Just a name, a footnote in a story already written. You hated yourself for using her, for dangling her ghost before Minji's eyes, just to see the flames of jealousy lick at the edges of her love.

"Haewon is-" you started, but Minji cut you off, her voice cracking with a raw vulnerability that twisted your insides. "Nothing? Like I'm just a distraction until your precious Haewon decides to make up with you again?" she hissed, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Thrill starts to crept up on you, this charade, this twisted puppet show you were orchestrating, it's beautiful. The urge to push, to see how far you could bend her before she snapped, remained a serpent coiled in your heart. Taking a deep breath, you reached out, a tentative touch tracing the curve of her jaw. "No, Minji," you whispered, the words choked with regret. "You're not a distraction, you're… everything. I'm just…”

With inhuman speed she jumped into you, her hand grabbing your cheeks as she crashed her lips onto yours. You had to hold her up again, the same way you did on your first kiss last night. The kiss felt raw, passionate, filled with unbridled rage that has ignited inside her. It was ecstatic, you wonder how much can you get away with? How far is too far until the relationship between you and Minji got ruined? For now, you'll carefully dance around the edge, try to find the line you can not cross, try to, ruin her.

“I'll spend time with you until lunch, but at lunch I'll have to go meet up with my friends”, Her body tensed up, the paranoia and anger has overtaken her. “You don't have to go, just stay here with me oppa”, She's right, you don't have to go, especially because you don't really have plans for the day. “I do, but come on, stop being so gloomy, I'll spend time with you till lunch. I promise I'll make it up for you”, She felt itchy all over her body, just the thought that you'll be gone, doing god knows what, it infuriates her. “You don't have to make it up to me, if you stay at home with me”, You carry her back to the bed, gently laying her down as your hand starts to undress yourself. “How about this then, I'll fuck you and emptied my balls inside you. That way I won't be able to go and have fun with Haewon even if I want to, not that I ever want to do it”

The proposal intrigues her, but she still doesn't want you to leave her. Her life has been so empty for a while that she just can't let go of the person who manages to bring some warmth into it. “Come on babe, don't you want me to fill you up again”, You pull up her hoodie and your finger starts tracing around her belly. Instantly she remembered the hot burning sensation you gave her last night. How addictive and pleasurable it was. Just like that, you managed to convince her.

“Fine”, She undressed herself as well, her eyes staring at you hungrily, wanting nothing else but to eat you whole. “I want to try something first oppa”, Her hand grabbed your cock, gently holding on to it as if it might just break if she wasn't being careful. “Oh? Here I thought you were a pure girl”, Oh she is, until two days ago. Scared of embarrassing herself Minji has done a few, research, regarding sex. She did it just for you, how romantic.

Minji slowly caressed your cock to make it erect. It was a bit of a slow process but seeing how eager she was to suck your cock made you feel a little excited. Her hand wrapped around your shaft and stroked your cock up and down as she looked up to me and smiled. She moved in closer and kissed the tip before licking it like a popsicle. Her small face made you feel like your cock has grown larger, maybe your ego needs to be kept in check soon, before it gets out of control.

She slowly moved her lips down to the head of your cock and started to suck. It goes in halfway before she starts letting out some gagging sounds. “Don't need to take it all in babe, it's your first time after all”, Your word of reassurance only made her feel insecure. “Don't give me those eyes, I mean it, it's okay, nobody can't take my full length with their mouth anyway”, Damn, calm down with the bragging dude. Minji felt content with your words, slowly she moved her head back and forth as she sucked on it, looking up to you while she did it. Her eyes are begging for your approval.

“Good girl”, She squeals, giving you some funny feeling on your cock. The compliment made Minji feel more excited as she stepped up her game. She slurped on it doing some very sloppy and messy blowjob. She looks up at you, her eyes red and tears falling down her cheek, she sucks your cock like her life depends on it. Moan after moan came out of her mouth, which made you wonder, how dirty of a girl is she? She grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to her as she sucked you harder. Her spit starts bubbling around her lips making a very thick liquid concoction as it mixes with your precum.

“Enough baby girl, let's get to the main course shall we?” She wanted to protest as you pulled her off your cock, “Did I do bad?” The cute pout seems to contrast very hard with all those saliva running down her lips and chin. “You did great, I just want to fuck you right now”, Hearing that you didn't stop her out of pity, she excitedly turns around and offer you her pussy. “Look at you, so wet already?” Your finger starts playing around with her hole, “Ahhhh, oppa, you said you want to fuck me already”, Minji doesn't like when she's being bullied like this. “I'll do what I want, babeee~” Yet she really likes it when you get so aggressive and dominant.

As you start fingering her, you wonder how on earth did you managed to fuck her last night. “Oppa, stop playing around”, Her stomach is already hungry for your cum. “Fine, take a deep breath”, She smiled full of anticipation as you slowly slid your cock into her pussy. The tightness is almost suffocating to you, yet you persist and push deeper. The moment she swallowed your whole cock her leg starts to quiver, “Oppaaaaa”, You just made her cum.

“Hehehehe, this is fun”, The sight is amusing to you, especially since Minji's face is trying to keep her cool and fails. “Haaaa, haaaa, haaaa, oppa, move”, Despite her apparent fatigue she still wants you to fuck her. “Okay babe”, You started slow, not wanting to break her. Yet with how sensitive she is, even the slow movement is enough to make her moan and shivers. “You're gonna lose your mind if I continue this”, You tried to warn her, but Minji doesn't like that you're pitying her. “Just, fuck me, oppa”, Whatever Minji wants, she'll get it. You pick up your pace and start pounding her for real this time. 

Minji tried her best to keep herself in check, yet her moans can't lie to you. After a minute of pounding she already reached her second orgasm. “Oppaaaa”, She screams, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her legs locked on to your waist, her pussy is strangling your cock as she squirts all over you. Due to the leg lock you can't really continue fucking her, although you really want to.

“Baby, look at you, you're already so defeated”, Come on now, stop bullying the poor girl, “I can still take it oppa”, Her tears are falling down her cheeks already. “Really?” She nodded furiously, “Okay, one more chance okay? If you cum again then I'll stop”, She nodded. Of course you wouldn't make this easy for her, you leaned down and started kissing her as your waist went to work. Minji tried her best to focus on your mouth, the sweet taste of your lips, the fight between your tongues, the… it's really hard to disregard the huge cock that's breaking her in two right now.

“Oppa, cum sooner please”, She said it with such adorable tone you can't help but laugh, “I'm not joking, cum in me oppa, I can't wait anymore”, Thankfully for her, those cute gestures really push you over the edge. “Fuck I'm cumming”, Minji immediately grabbed your head and pull you for another kiss. She moans and screams into your mouth as she is trying to hold her orgasm. Then the warm feeling she's been waiting for came and all her walls crumbled. Both of your bodies are intertwined, Minji is pressing on to you so hard there's probably not a single pocket of air between the two of you.

It was heavenly, for both you and her. Minji felt like she might pass out any moment, the sudden increase of dopamine in her brain caused it to short circuit. Her body is also dying from the three consecutive orgasm, yet her hand just won't let you go. “Babe, let go of me, let's cuddle for a second”, You drag her to get in position in the bed for cuddling. Her breathing starts to slow down as her eyes are struggling to stay open. “Go rest up baby, you had your breakfast already”, She smiled victoriously before dropping her head on your shoulder.

“I don't want you to go oppa”, She whimpered, “I have to baby”, One day she will learn how to read through your lies, then you will be fucked. “But what about me?” She looks at you like a lost puppy. “You’ll be fine baby, you're a strong girl. You can handle one day without me right?” Minji felt scared, just the thought of going back to her quiet lonely days is haunting. “I need you oppa”, She sobbed, “Ssshhhh, babe, I'll be gone for one day, I promise I'll make it up to you didn't I?” Always pull her harder after you pushed her away, you've mastered this scummy technique huh. “I want a date”, Yeah that was already part of your plan, “I want oppa to sing for me”, That one too, “And I want oppa to make me pregnant”, Okay not that one though.

“You're insane babe, you're not ready for a baby, neither am I”, You can't really see Minji since she's pressing her back to you, yet you can already tell she's frowning. “I don't care”, With how childish she is, getting a kid would end up with you babysitting two childs. “You’ll care when you realise getting pregnant means we won't have sex for 8 months”, She didn't think of that, “Oppa, please?” Oh right you're forgetting something, “I need to buy you some birth control pills, I'll be back”, Minji was thoroughly pissed when you let go of the cuddle, she turned around to find you already leaving the room. “OPPAAA”, You hear her screams echoing the hallway as you run off into the sun. “This will be fun”

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“Alright, so you're gonna tell me everything or what?” Your dad finally got home after 3 days in vacation, yes you do realise it was a vacation as soon as you heard your mom also left. “Dad, did you and mom plan this out?” He shrugged, acting carefree despite there's some excitement and worry in his mind. “Weirdos”, Quite hypocritical of you, “Says the guy who cheated on his girlfriend for his new sister”, You know what? Your dad is weirder than you since he doesn't seem to care that much about it. “Okay, just tell me what did you and mom planned for me and Minji?” You decide that it's not the time to talk about Haewon.

“Well, as you may have known, Minji is not exactly a very sociable person. Jinwoo is very concerned for her. So as any parents would, she tried to find someone to befriend her”, You put out your hand to stop him, “Befriend?” He laughs and nods. “That was the initial plan. However she met me, and we got in a relationship. The talk about introducing you to Minji has been around for awhile. I think it was around the time we plan to announce our relationship to the two of you that she plan to just play matchmaker and try to hook you two up”

You stay silent for a while, “You two are an idiot”, Well that's kinda rich coming from you don't you think? “I told her it might have gone wrong, but she insisted that you won't be able to handle Minji's charm. Your mom is very good at judging characters you see”, Is it judging characters or just straight up omniscience? “Okay so now me and Minji have become a thing, and you two are fine with it?” He nods, hiding his worry for now. “And if things went wrong, the two of you will take full responsibility for the family drama?” They won't, but your father nods. 

“So, you two are getting married then?” You tried to change the topic, “Yes, in December”, There's this little question that hangs around in your mind, which surprises you. For now you'll just leave that question alone, after all you might still be too high with the moment to think clearly. “I think, Minji wants us to move together”, It was pretty obvious due to how vocal she is with her dislike of leaving you for the last few days. “Figured, we do plan to move in together soon, me and Jiwoo of course”, Living together like that might prove to be complicated.

“Why don't you, move with mom, Minji and I can stay here”, Very bold proposal bro, “That can be arranged”, Seeing your dad just approve it makes you anxious. “Really?” He laughs seeing your bewildered face, “Yeah boy, we can deal with that. Do you want us too or not?” Do you want to have a full empty house to yourself so you can have sex with Minji everyday? “Yes”

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The next day, you came back to Minji to update her on the talk you had with your dad, also the future plans. The words, "we're moving in together," hung in the air, vibrating between you and Minji like tangible threads of your future. Her eyes, wide with a disbelief that morphed into pure, unadulterated joy, were like fireworks exploding in slow motion, each spark a reflection of the sunbeam dancing on her nose. "Really?" she breathed, her voice a delicate whisper, barely audible above the excited thump of her heart. You could see it, the question hanging in her eyes, the echo of past insecurities threatening to steal the spotlight from this moment.

"Really," you confirmed, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. Your thumb lingered on her cheek, tracing the soft curve of her smile, a silent assurance that this wasn't some fleeting dream, but a sturdy brick laid in the foundation of your love. The dam of her happiness burst then, flooding her entire being. A shriek that contained all the pent-up joy, excitement, and relief of a thousand insecure whispers, erupted from her. She jumped into your arms, her laughter a melody against your heartbeat, her tiny fists pummeling your chest playfully.

The sunbeam on her nose flickered like a dying ember, replaced by a glint of something darker, something predatory. An unnerving stillness descended, broken only by the frantic drumming of her heart against your chest.

Just you and me oppa. No distractions, no Haewon, no whispers and touch from any other girls. It will only be you and me. 

You've noticed these changes, Minji's golden eyes, once pools of sunshine, shimmered with obsidian depths as she spoke of your shared home. No, it wasn't just joy radiating from her, it was the glint of a dragon guarding its hoard, the intoxicating aroma of a love so absolute it bordered on smothering. And you, my oh my, you relished every charred note. "Together," she breathed, the word a possessive caress, "just us...in our own world", You chuckled, a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down her spine, just to watch the fire in her eyes flicker with a touch of uncertainty. Yes, let the doubt creep in, let the fear linger, for it was in those cracks that your obsession took root.

"Always, Minji," you murmured, the word dripping with honeyed deceit. You traced the curve of her jaw, her skin like warm satin under your fingertips, a fleeting touch that promised eternity. She leaned into you, a moth drawn to a flame, unaware of the inferno she danced with. "No secrets, oppa," she purred, a silk-wrapped threat. "No more 'band practice' or 'internships' to hide behind. Just us, woven together, you know what moving in together means right?" You smiled, a predator savouring the thrill of the hunt. Yes, let her weave her web, let her trap herself in the gilded cage of her own devotion.

The possessive tremor in her voice, once a source of amusement, now sang a melody of exquisite dissonance. This love, hers, it wasn't a symphony; it was a cacophony of desperation, a twisted masterpiece you were eager to conduct. You, the orchestrator, the puppeteer, the master of this danse macabre. "A haven, oppa," she whispered, her fingers tracing invisible circles on your chest, branding you with her touch. "A haven just for us”, You let the word echo in the air, a gilded cage morphing into a labyrinth of your own design. Yes, let her believe you were the captive, the bird trapped in her song. The irony, oh, the intoxicating irony.

For as she spun her web, thread by thread, brick by brick, she was building not a prison for you, but a mausoleum for herself. Each whispered promise, each possessive gesture, etched your name deeper into her soul, leaving no room for anything but you. You, the poison in her veins, the obsession in her eyes, the only melody her heart could play. You, the wolf in sheep's clothing, the puppet master playing with strings of devotion. She, your willing prisoner, slowly, deliciously consumed by the inferno of her own making.

The lines, oh, the lines had blurred beyond recognition. Were you the hunter, or were you the hunted? The answer, a delicious enigma that danced on your lips, was both and neither. You were two sides of the same coin, bound by obsession, tethered by the twisted cord of a love that devoured and consumed. In this game of hearts, there were no winners, only survivors. And as you watched Minji's eyes, once radiant, now burning with the feverish glow of your design, you knew, with a wicked twist of your lips, that the only real prisoner here was her, her heart a gilded cage locked around your name. “Take off your clothes oppa”, Minji said, removing her sweater, “Isn't your mom right down the hall?” Look at her, such an innocent sheep, broken beyond belief after tasting the sweet fruits of sins. “She won't mind”

The two of you dived into each other, both of your hands are busy undressing the other person while your lips are interlocked together. As you take off her sweater you abandon the kiss and went to her tits. “Oh, yeah oppa, that feels good”, Your held her body close as your mouth start devouring on her tits. You bite her nipple, maybe a little too hard than you usually do, “Fuck oppa, more”, Yet she likes it. Oh yeah, she will be perfect for your sadistic tendencies. “Let me leave you a mark okay babe? So you don't miss me when I'm gone”, She nods so quickly her head might fall off.

First one, right around her nipples, a beautiful cage right around her stiff nipple. “Fuck, oppa, that's it, just like that”, Minji starts to whimper as her hand are pushing your head deeper into her. “Beautiful”, You kissed her nipple as you watch the first mark. “Ohhhhh, I love you oppa”, Minji moaned as she sees the bite mark, “Now, now, I'm not done yet”, The second one, at her cleavage, usually you left this on Haewon and let her parade it around. Of course Minji never leave her house, but the hickey will be enough for her to see everytime she glances under her shirt. “Fuck oppa, come here” as you finished your second mark Minji pulled you in for another kiss, her hips start grinding on you.

“Babe, one more?” You break off the kiss and start grinning, “One more okay? Then we fuck”, Minji's pussy is sorry itchy for you, but the whole marking things are too good to pass on. “Thanks babe”, You peck her lips before moving to the final mark, her collarbone. “Ohhhh, oppa”, She shivers as your lips touched her skin. Your tongue slowly licked around the bones, sending shivers down her spine. Then your lips created a vacuum like seal before your teeth sinks into her skin. “FUCKKK OPPA, you're gonna make me CUMMM”, Her legs wrapped around your waist as her hand locked your head in, then her orgasm came. 

“OPPAAAA”, You would go deaf if she keeps screaming like that, also her mom probably has figured out what's happening in here. “Oppa, you're such a bully”, Minji panted as her exhaustion starts to show, “Am I? Don't you like being bullied babe?” You kissed her cheek before throwing her off to the bed. “No I'm not”, Yet her squirming legs tells you otherwise. “Sure babe, I trust you”, You laughed and pull down her pants and then yours.

“Fuck me oppa, and stop bullying me”, You laughed and aligned your cock with her entrance, “You're ready?” She nodded furiously. Then you shoved it in, except that it doesn't went in, your cock just slid through her pussy, grinding on the outside. “Oppa”, She let out s frustrated cries, “Oh ooppps, my bad”, Minji frowns harder trying to show she's angry, although you can see she's getting aroused by this. “Should I put it in babe?” You used your cock to rub around her pussy, making her body shakes around. “Yes, oppa please”, She moaned, “Be a good girl and beg for it”, You said.

“Oppa please fuck me, I need your cock, I need your hot load inside me, please split me in two oppa”, Well, she got you there. “Fuck you're so tight babe”, You moaned as you plunge into her. “Fuck, you're just too big oppa”, She moans, her hand grabbed on the sheets as you pound her. “Fuck oppa, harder, fuck me harder and cum inside me, please fill me up oppa”, Her small whimpers are getting more and more desperate as another orgasm is building up inside her. 

Her walls are tightening around you again, milking out the warm milk she's been addicted to. Your hips keeps on crashing on to hers making her body jiggle in every touch. With every thrust your cock is fighting against her inner wall. Every day, slowly but surely you've been reshaping her pussy to be the perfect vessel for your cock. “Fuck oppa, I'm cumming”, Minji moaned, your hand pinched her nipples making her let out a scream of ecstasy, “Take my seed babe”, You groaned as you plunge yourself as deep as possible. The two of you are connected, the waves of pleasure and ecstasy are washing over each other.

As the waves subside, you collapse on to her, not our of fatigue, you just want to press her down on the bed. “Oppa, you feel so warm inside me”, Minji also like it, being pressured like this by you, it's so hot. “I know babe, we should take a shower”, She smiles and kiss you, “Let's go together, the bathroom has better sound insulation, so mom don't need to hear us longer than she needs to”, Well, one round is certainly hasn't been enough for the two of you.

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Haewon's voice, normally a sweet melody, turned into a serrated knife scraping against your nerves. "Breaking up? What do you mean breaking up?!" Her anger, raw and palpable, hung heavy in the air, suffocating the sterile atmosphere of her room. You swallowed, forcing a smile filled with deceitful guilt and anxiousness. "Haewon, sweetheart”, You began, choosing your words carefully, "It's not you, it's me." The age-old cliche, twisted to serve your purpose. "These fights, they're tearing us apart. You deserve someone who makes you happy, someone who doesn't…" your voice dipped low, feigning regret, "bring out the worst in you."

Her face, a storm cloud of fury, contorted with disbelief. "The worst in me?" she spat, her voice cracking. "Is that what you're calling it? Me not wanting you to spend every night at the 'office' me questioning your sudden need for 'alone time,' me asking for some semblance of… normalcy?" You shook your head, acting as the sorrowful martyr. "See, that's what I mean. The accusations, the mistrust. It's toxic, Haewon. We're just… incompatible." The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but you held firm. You had to. This façade, this twisted narrative, was your only escape from her, an escape, to the gilded cage you've prepared for the one true love you have. 

"Incompatible?" she scoffed, a hollow laugh escaping her lips. "We were perfect, remember? You said it yourself, you and I were made for each other. Just a few weeks ago, and now… incompatible?" You sighed, feigning exasperation. "Things change, Haewon. People change. I'm evolving, moving on, and you… you need someone who can handle being left behind." The cruelty of your words, veiled in concern, struck her like a physical blow. You saw it in her eyes, the flicker of pain battling with the rising tide of rage. This, you knew, was your most dangerous gamble. Push her too far, and you risked losing control, your meticulously crafted web unravelling before your eyes.

But the alternative, it's too disastrous, she is an unpredictable variable in your game with Minji. Having her around could be, unwise. You needed to let her go, even if it meant breaking her in the process. "Left behind?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're the one leaving, the one choosing your ‘internship’ fantasies over me, over… us."

You leaned closer, your voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Haewon, baby”, you murmured, "think of it as… a sacrifice. I'm setting you free from this unhealthy attachment, from a love that was… consuming you." The gaslight, subtle yet potent, began to take hold. You saw the doubt creep into her eyes, the flicker of self-blame replacing the fire of her anger. It was a delicate dance, this manipulation, a waltz on the edge of her emotions.

"Consuming… me?" she echoed, her voice trembling. "Is that what this was? My love for you… toxic?" The final blow. You placed a hand on her cheek, your touch a feather-light caress. "It wasn't healthy, Haewon. We both know that. And sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting go. Do you remember how you were before you met me? A model student, perfect attendance, perfect grade, perfect, everything. When was the last time you got an A in a test? How many class did you attend this last few months?" Her eyes, once pools of adoration, were now glazed with a mix of pain and confusion. You had woven your web, spun your narrative, and she, trapped in the cocoon of your lies, began to believe it.

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the unspoken consequences of your manipulation. You had won, for now, but the victory tasted like ashes in your mouth. You have to let her go, yes, but at what cost? As you looked at Haewon, her spirit slowly withering under the weight of your deceit, you knew one thing for certain: even if the chain you formed on her neck was opened, the memory you've left in her heart will not go away. An invisible mark to the darkness that danced within you, the darkness, that had corrupted her. 

I never hated you Hae, I always looks up to you. You were such a perfect girl, you just happened to catch my eyes.

You like her, it's just that, she's not Minji. It was her greatest sin, not being the girl you loved. Even the sight of her crumbling down isn't fun to watch. Those perverse thoughts can not manifest in your mind. It was as if Hyde looked at her and just snorted before looking the other way. The only things you feel for her, are compassion, and empathy. “I'm sorry Hae, I really do, but things got complicated at dad's place. I might have to drop out”, A flurry of emotions washes over Haewon, on one hand, she was panicking that the two of you might not meet again. On the other hand, she felt somewhat glad that she can go through her breakup without having to deal with meeting you everyday.

“Hae, I like you okay? I really do, which is why I wanted what's best for you. We both know that we can't deal with distances. If we continue this, things would just crumble even harder. I really hope, and I mean it when I say this, I really hope you didn't see this as me being selfish. Sometimes, people just don't work out. I was, this sounds so cringe, but I was honoured to be your first love. I just wish I would never have to be your first heartbreak”

Such a beautifully crafted poem, sounds so natural too, Haewon really finds that speech to be something you would come up with. “I really didn't expect things to go down this way”, Never in her mind she thinks that you found someone else, you've crafted a perfect image of herself in her mind. “Neither do I, but you know, life”, Her laugh was filled with pain and nostalgia. “Can we still be friends?” Yeah, that could work, a friendly ex is much more manageable than a public girlfriend. “Yeah, sure, why not?” A glimmer of hope blossoms in her heart, but this isn't hope, even though she acknowledged this friendly relationship could turn this break up to be much harder for her, she disregards it. “Then, can we do it one more time? A farewell for our love?”

After calming Haewon down, you promised her that you'll still be friends, before leaving her to own her demise. You decided to go to Minji's place, without changing your clothes. Once you got there, you saw Minji's anger simmered like a neglected pot of tea, the air thick with her unspoken accusations. You stepped through the door, weary from the emotional battlefield you'd just navigated, only to be met with her fiery gaze. "Where were you?" She spat, her voice tight with suspicion. "Hours. Gone. Alone."

You feigned a weary sigh, slumping onto the couch. "Haewon," you mumbled, the name of a bitter pill on your tongue. "She needed me, breakup, you know, messy stuff."

Minji's eyes, normally shimmering with adoration, narrowed to dangerous slits. "I know, but you said it won't take more than an hour”, Thousands of voices start painting a sickening picture in her mind.  "Things changed”, You cut in, your voice clipped, playing the role of the reluctant victim. "She couldn't handle it well. She needed someone to calm her down, someone who…" you trailed off, letting the silence hang heavy, an eerie pause to fuel her insecurities.

The smell, of course, hadn't escaped her scrutiny. The faint sweetness of Haewon's perfume, the musky aroma of a hurried embrace, clung to you like an invisible accusation. Your clothes, rumpled and slightly damp, spoke volumes of the emotional storm you'd weathered. "Liar", she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and hurt. "You reek of sweat, and her”, she added, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Whose sweat was it oppa?" She sat on your lap, pressing her body against you.

The question struck you like a drug. The haphazardly constructed lie, your bait against her possessiveness, it was a fuel to the fire. You stammered, acting weirdly, mumbling around some nonsense, letting out some choked words here and there. “It's hot, Minji”, you choked out, the words sounding pathetic even to your own ears. "We… talked, cried, you know how it is”, But Minji wasn't buying it. Her eyes, once pools of molten gold, were now icy daggers, piercing through your facade. You saw the doubt slithering in, a venomous snake coiling around her heart.

"Talked?" She scoffed, a humourless laugh escaping her lips. "For hours? In a sweaty mess, smelling like her cheap perfume? Do you think I'm a gullible idiot oppa?” The heat of her anger was both intoxicating and addicting. You felt the familiar thrill of manipulation rising, the urge to twist the narrative, to turn her insecurities into weapons against herself. A seed of doubt had been planted, a tiny crack in the dam of your lies. "Minji," you began, trying to reach for her hand, but she recoiled like a frightened animal. "It's not what you think. I swear…" Your words hung in the air, unanswered, as the silence between you grew louder than any accusation. You had pushed her, toyed with her insecurities, and now, the monster you'd created stared back at you, its eyes filled with a raw, primal rage.

Minji's touch, once a feather-light caress, became a desperate claw digging into your arm. Her scent, the sweet lavender now laced with the acrid tang of unshed tears, filled your lungs like a storm cloud. The air crackled with unspoken accusations, the silence a gaping maw waiting to swallow you whole. "Promise me," she rasped, her voice raw with a mix of fury and exhaustion. "Promise me it was nothing."

Each word was a jagged shard, slicing through the carefully constructed facade you'd built. Her eyes, once pools of molten gold, were now storm-tossed seas, threatening to drown you in their depths. You tasted the usual cocktail of amusement and control, slowly getting drunk off of her. "Of course, it was just a rough break up for her”, You stammered, showing off a made up guilt to poison her mind further. The puppeteer clinging to his strings, the predator savouring the edge of the precipice.

She leaned in, her face inches from yours, searching for the flicker of truth behind the mask of your devotion. Her breath, hot and ragged, mingled with the cloying sweetness of your lies. "Then tell me," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "Tell me everything. Every touch, every word, every stolen glance. Make me see her, make me understand, so I can fill the space she left in your heart"

The challenge, the raw vulnerability in her eyes, ignited a spark of something akin to… respect. This wasn't a pawn anymore, not a puppet dancing to your tune. This was a queen, battered but not broken, demanding answers, reclaiming her throne. You tried your best to hide your smile, suppressing the urge to welcome the new Minji into your world. For the first time, the thrill of manipulation exploded, enthralled by a flicker of…. The final act.

"Minji," you began, your voice rough with a truth you hadn't planned to share. "It… it wasn't much. Just a conversation, a hug, a reminder of what we almost-" But her lips, once a source of endless pleasure, cut you off. A kiss, fierce and desperate, slammed into yours, a drowning man grasping at straws. It was a plea, a demand, a desperate attempt to exorcise the ghost of Haewon from your soul. As you kiss her back the taste of sweet victory is mingling on your lips. Every day you spent with her has ruined her, soon she will be the perfect doll for your puppet show.

She pulled away, her eyes searching yours, not for confirmation, but for a flicker of understanding. A silent plea, not for forgiveness, but for a future where Haewon was a forgotten memory, a footnote in the epic novel of your love.

"Just… promise me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Promise me she's just a whisper in the wind, a memory soon to fade. Promise me she's nothing”, The plea, so naked and desperate, ignited a strange, twisted thrill within you. A beautiful symphony ringing in your ears. “Of course baby, Haewon and me is just an old tale, something you no longer need to care about”, The moment your lips touched her cheeks she felt a suffocating hunger for control. “And the smell", she whispered, her voice barely audible, "It'll vanish, right? It will wash away, alongside all the marks she left you?” The desperate plea in her voice has changed into a stern demand for your obedience.

"My love belongs only to you, Minji”, You purred, your fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, a phantom brand claiming her as yours. "The scent, the touch, they are nothing but a vivid memory, they'll fade away soon enough”, Her thumb gently caressed your cheek as you speak, and the moment you finished your answer it moved to start tracing around your lips. “Then let's have sex”, In a split second you decided that you wanted to plant seeds of doubt in her mind, and having sex would turn that doubt into a confirmation of your affair. “We have to move out tomorrow, let's get some rest for that. Also, dealing with Haewon for the day has drained me, I need some rest”, All the bells are ringing in Minji's mind, those paranoia are tearing her mind apart.

“Okay”, Her voice sounds cold and distant, even her eyes are hollow and emotionless, “Thank you babe, let's get some rest”, Unlike usual she didn't react at all as you kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, and so on until forever. You'll only have me right oppa? I'm your one and only?” Her voice almost sounds robotic, cold and stiff, jeez you don't plan to break her down this fast.

Minji's voice, once a melody that wrapped around you like silk, now scraped your nerves like a rusty blade. You leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she remained stiff, a porcelain doll devoid of warmth. "Of course, babe", You murmured, the lie tasting like ashes on your tongue. "Always just you”, Her cold, hollow eyes stared into yours, searching for something you were careful not to reveal. The thrill of manipulation, usually intoxicating, curdled in your gut, replaced by a gnawing unease. You hadn't meant to break her, not this quickly, not to turn her into this emotionless servant. You'd envisioned a slow burn, a gradual descent into obsession, not this robotic devotion devoid of even the embers of anger.

As you crawled into bed, Minji followed, her movements strangely mechanical. She nestled close, her body has become a foreign landscape you barely recognized. You craved the firecracker warmth she used to radiate, the spontaneous touch, the whispered secrets. Now, she was a chilling mirror reflecting the monster you'd created. Sleep eluded you. Minji, despite her stillness, pulsed with an unsettling energy. You felt her gaze burning into you, a dark star charting the map of your body.  Was this part of the new Minji? This cold calculation, this predatory gleam in her eyes? Your twisted amusement had given way to a prickling sensation of uneasiness, a whisper of regret playing on the edge of your mind. Had you unleashed a force you could no longer control? A puppet is only fun to play with they can struggle, when they don't know the strings above them and have the illusion of control. A literal puppet, an inanimate doll that would just follow your every move isn't an enjoyable toy. You want the struggle, the possibility of losing, this Minji, isn't in the form you want her to be in.

Her hand grazed yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Before you could react, she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, a hiss escaping her lips. Pain lanced through you, but it was the raw possessiveness in her eyes that truly aroused your reaction. It was a brutal mark, a claim in crimson ink, the first brushstroke on her twisted masterpiece. You felt annoyed by the sheer audacity of it all, should you calm her down? Or just finish her transformation soon? Would finishing it cause her to be even more boring for you?

"Minji," you croaked, the word catching in your throat. "What are you doing?" Her smile, when it came, was devoid of warmth, a predator eyeing its kill. "Marking you, oppa", she whispered, her voice a silken snare. "Making you mine, forever and always. Just you and me, a world with no distractions”, You were caught in a whirlwind of your own making, the thrill of manipulation swirling dangerously close to the edge of terror. You saw the future stretching before you, a path painted in blood and obsession, a cold path with no one else but you and her. 

The crimson mark on your shoulder throbbed, a pulsing reminder of the new Minji, the one you'd sculpted from the ruins of her trust. You weren't scared, not truly. The thrill, the raw audacity of it, was a potent cocktail coursing through your veins. Yet, a shadow of doubt, a flicker of something akin to….. responsibility, perhaps, gnawed at the edges of your amusement. The hunt, oh, the hunt was exquisite. The dance of manipulation, the gradual unravelling of her sanity, that was where the true pleasure lay. Watching her transform into this possessive, cold-blooded creature, a twisted reflection of your own desires, was like watching a masterpiece unfold stroke by agonising stroke.

But the kill, the final act of conquest, held no allure for you. It was the chase, the slow, agonising descent into obsession, that fueled your twisted fire. The kill, the moment of surrender, felt like the closing of a chapter, the end of the game. And you, the puppeteer, craved the endless, exhilarating performance, not the curtain call. Slowing it down, yes, that held promise. Dragging out the game, relishing each twisted step, each mark of her devotion, each whisper of her descent. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill that was both exhilarating and unsettling.

But there was a risk, a precipice you teetered on. Minji, this new Minji, was a firestorm, a force you'd unleashed and could no longer fully control. Slowing it down meant playing with fire, dancing on the edge of a volcano, and the flames, you knew, could easily consume you both.

The night stretched before you, a canvas painted in shades of crimson and gold. You held Minji close, her cold fire branding your skin, a constant reminder of the power you wielded, the chaos you'd unleashed. This wasn't the ending you'd envisioned, not the final act of your twisted play. This was a new chapter, a thrilling, terrifying improvisation, and the symphony, you knew, would be sung in blood and obsession, a symphony conducted by your own twisted desires. You would slow it down, yes, but not out of fear. You would enjoy the hunt, the exquisite dance of control, and watch, with a predator's glee, as Minji, your creation, your queen, became your most devoted follower.

The silver moon, a tarnished cymbal kissed by rust, clanged discordantly against the silence of the night. Minji, a watercolour portrait smudged by storm clouds, lay beside you, her gaze a piercing brushstroke dissecting the secrets you pretended to conceal. Sleep, a lullaby lost on deaf ears, would not grace her tonight, her heart a frantic drum solo fueled by the cacophony of lies you'd orchestrated. And thus, you played your part. A sigh, a melancholic cello serenade, escaped your lips, laced with the practised vibrato of feigned anguish. "Haewon, no", You whispered, your voice a mournful bassoon lamenting a love you never felt. "Don't take her again."

Each word, a barbed arrow stab in the canvas of Minji’s insecurities, sank deep into her heart, cultivating poisonous vines of doubt. You watched, through narrowed eyes, as the melody of suspicion rose in her, crescendoing into a possessive symphony that almost drowned out the echo of your fabricated despair. It fucking work, Minji was a whirlwind of abstract expressionism, her emotions shifting between obsessive brushstrokes and jealous splatters. Haewon, the spectre you'd conjured in your sleep, became her thematic nemesis, a distorted oil painting dripping with paranoia and misplaced passion. She dissected your every phrase, your every touch, searching for the phantom brushstrokes of this imaginary rival. When she found nothing, the relief in her eyes was a fleeting sunbeam on a rain-slicked canvas, swallowed by the ominous charcoal clouds of disdain that pulsed beneath.

Her charcoal sketches morphed into a nightmarish collage. Haewon, inside Minji's mind, became a grotesque cubist portrait, her features fractured and reassembled into a discordant jumble of envy and rage. You watched, a silent maestro conducting the chaotic orchestra of her descent, as Minji poured her insecurities, her growing madness, onto the canvas, each stroke a dissonant testament to your manipulation. This isn't just control anymore; this is a twisted opera for a broken soul, a crescendo of obsession where Minji, blind to your cruel scherzo, worshipped your fabricated villain. You revelled in the spectacle, the way she clung to your lies, turning Haewon into a monster so she could feel safer, more secure in your fabricated devotion.

Midnight, a velvet curtain, draped the room in hushed expectation. Minji, a tigress coiled and simmering, lay beside you. Her breathing, a low growl, vibrated against your arm, a promise of the storm brewing within. You felt her gaze, a laser beam drilling through the veil of your feigned slumber. She let out a vow to your ‘sleeping’ body a thunderous oath echoing in the darkness, "No one will bother you again," she'd hissed, her devotion, a tangible entity coiled around you. A perverse smile played on your lips, hidden in the shadows. You craved the storm, the tempest of her jealousy fueled devotion. And so, you played your part. A sigh, a whispered secret meant for no ears but hers, drifted from your lips. "Only you, Minji," you murmured, your voice a silken snare laced with feigned passion. "Forever."

The words, a barbed arrow dipped in the twisted concoctions of love, struck their mark. Her breathing hitched, the tigress recoiling in surprise, then settling with a low purr that reverberated through your bones. You felt the anger drain from her, replaced by a fiery possessiveness that licked at your soul. She shifted closer, her body a furnace branding yours. Her touch, once delicate, was now an insistent claim, a possessive map drawn on your skin. You revelled in it, the power she unwittingly surrendered feeding your twisted amusement.

In the ensuing silence, you spun another lie, a cruel melody whispered into the night. "Haewon… no….. more”,you breathed, your voice a mournful cello lamenting a fabricated sorrow. "Only you…… Babe”, The lie, a venomous kiss, landed on the raw wound of her insecurity. You saw the flicker of doubt, the spark of jealousy reignited in her eyes. But this time, it was different. The doubt was a flickering torch, drawing her closer to your darkness, not away. Minji, your tigress, rose from the bed, a predator prowling the room. Her movements were predatory, fueled by the twisted cocktail of love. Her limbs coiled around you, trapping you inside her embrace. “I love you oppa”, The final movement has been averted, replaced by an interlude.

Sunlight crept through the curtains, chasing away the shadows of the night. “Morning oppa”, Minji hasn't slept for a moment, yet her body feels rejuvenated. “Morning babe”, Your hand caressed her back making her purr. “I love you”, Under her bubbly and innocent smile, you can hear her demand for your answer. “I love you too babe, let's get ready for the day”, The answer is correct. Minji, a butterfly reborn, fluttered around the room, her laughter like wind chimes tinkling in the breeze. The storm of the night seemed a distant memory, replaced by a sunny facade that clung to her like a second skin. But you saw it, the glint of the monster you'd sculpted, lurking beneath the bubbly surface. A flicker of a possessive glint in her eyes when she caught you glancing at the phone, a subtle tightening of her grip when you spoke about another woman. The tigress slept, but it dreamt of fire, its claws honed and waiting.

The day stretched before you, a journey marked by boxes and goodbyes. Your parents, a melancholic cello duet, stood in the doorway, their faces etched with bittersweet smiles. “Take care of each other now”, your mother whispered, her voice filled with joy and excitement with her successful plan. You watched Minji's hand steal into yours, a vine coiling around your fingers. A smile, practised and perfect, bloomed on her face. "Don't worry, mom", she chirped, her voice a bright soprano masking the darkness beneath. "Oppa and I will be just fine", Of course, it was also an ultimatum for you, she won't let you mess anything up from now on. "Of course, we will be just fine”, Well, fine is a pretty wide term, but in some way and form, the two of you will be fine. “Don't get pregnant while-”, You dragged Minji out before your dad could finish his sentence. “Oppa, I want to get pregnant”, Minji whispered in your ears, a clear test for your own devotion for her. “I'll get you pregnant, after we got married”, The little monster consumed her eyes, emitting ecstasy and anticipations, “We'll get married soon right?” Her voice was laced with poison. “Soon enough”, And so does yours it seems.

The drive to your new home was a silent opera. Minji, a capricious soprano, chirped about decorating and future plans, her voice a sugary veneer over the churning turmoil within. You watched the scenery blur past, a discordant landscape mirroring the dissonance in your heart. The house, when you finally arrived, stood cold and empty. A blank canvas waiting for the splatters of your twisted masterpiece. Minji, with a childish glee you knew was feigned, skipped through the rooms, claiming them as her own.

“This bed is kinda big oppa, there's plenty of space for us”, Minji really wants to take the main bedroom for the two of you. “Listen, I'm not fucking you on my dad's bed okay?” Just, no, you hate the possibility of imagining your dad while you're rawdogging your girlfriend. “Come on, pleaseeeeee?” However Minji really wants to claim it as a way to show this house belongs to the two of you. “No, I'll ask for a new bed soon, come on let's move to my bedroom”, For now she'll be content with filling your bedroom with new memories of her. 

The moment she got to your bedroom she dived into your bed. Smelling to find any scent of a bitch on it. “Oppa….” She does not like what she finds, “Yeah, I haven't changed my sheet in a while”, You did two-time Haewon and Minji for a week or two after you took Minji's virginity. “You've been sleeping here? With that whore’s cheap perfume staining this place?” You shrugged, letting her let out her anger. “I hate this place”, The walls, the bed, the floor, the sheets, it's all tainted by the touch of a whore. “Ssshhhhh, we can drown out her smell, just you and me. Wouldn't that be fine babe? Erasing her trace with your own?” It is so easy to poke at her weak spot.

“Fine, come here oppa”, Slowly you take off your clothes, making sure to let her suffer through the wait. Minji has already turned fully naked when you only opened your top, which frustrated her. “Oppa, come on, stop teasing me. Don't you want to fill me up again?” She spread her legs as her fingers started playing around with her pussy. The desperate looks she gave you push you to move faster. You get on your knees, enjoying the food that has been presented for you. “You, are so fucking perverted babe”, You kissed her inner thighs making her body shivers, “Oppa, I need you, please”, She let out a desperate plea. “Well, thank you for the food”, Your tongue slowly rubbed her pussy, giving her some surge of arousal.

“Yeah oppa, just like that, do that again”, Minji has slowly become more and more vocal with her moans ever since you told her how much you like hearing her scream. Of course you can't really hear much since your hearing is being hindered by the thighs ear muff wrapping your head. “Fuck oppa, you're gonna make me cum”, Her body jolt out, raising her waist while her leg is cutting the blood circulation to your ear. Grabbing her waist you keep her in place before your tongue starts going ham inside her pussy. “Fuck oppa, that's not fair”, She moans as her hand grabbed your hair. “Fuck, oppa, I'm cumming”, It was a split second after that did you feel the sudden sprays of her juice on your face.

Your head is being squeezed by her thighs, your hair is being torn off by her hand, your face being soaked by her juice. What more could a man ask for? “Oppa, that was incredible”, Finally she let you go, you just let out a sigh before taking her t-shirt and wiped your face with it. “I'm not eating you out ever again”, It's okay, she'll find a way to talk you into it. Oh my, she is growing, into something as scummy as you are.

“Well come on, fuck me oppa”, Despite the state she's in, Minji still fingers herself to prepare her hole for you. “So fucking eager aren't you?” She nodded before turning her back to you, without hesitation you plunged into her making her let out a scream. “So fucking tight too”, Your hand moves by itself and slaps her ass, “Ahhhhhh, oppa”, Her cries of pains made you feel even hornier. “Shut up you”, You slaps her again making her shriek, “You like this don't you slut?” Another slap, this time you felt her walls tightening around you. “No”, Yet the moan doesn't lie to you, “Liar, tell me how much you like it”, Minji is loving it, but she doesn't want to show it to you. 

“I'm not a slut”, You spank her again, “Lies, tell me how much you like this babe”, You leaned down and kissed her back making the playing field less even for her. “No, I hate it”, She moans again, completely failing in convincing you. “Babyyyy”, Your hand reached to her neck, gently wrapping around it. “I don't like liars”, With one rough pull you dragged her up. Now she's standing alongside you, although her leg doesn't really reach the ground. “I'm not lying”, Being grabbed like a useless doll makes Minji feel so aroused. “Is that so?” You bite her ears, you use one hand to hold her by the waist, you open your legs wider so that she can stand on her own two feets.

“I know you're lying, sluts”, You tightened your hand on her neck as you pound her harder. “Aggg, not… lying…” The ecstasy, the feelings of being absolutely used as nothing but a tool for your pleasure, it overwhelmed her. “Say it slut”, Your hand slapped her tits this time making her let out a choked cry. “I’m cumming”, She managed to let out a squeal as her body started to spasm out of control. Yet you didn't stop, you continued strangling her while your waist continued pounding her. The absolute thrill of being degraded like this makes Minji's orgasm last a long time. Long enough by the time she finishes you actually feels yours getting closer.

“Fucking slut”, You throw her to the bed letting her fall limply to it as you grabbed her waist and fuck her harder. “I'm cumming bitch”, Minji was out of it, the oxygen deprivation had sent her mind wandering off somewhere. Of course, the moment your hot load fills her up she immediately gets another orgasm.

Did I pass out? Have oppa been fucking my unconscious body this whole time? That's so hot.

Yeah she's definitely broken, you did this by the way. Soon she will be nothing but a sentient sexbot who only has one variable in her mind, you. “Fuck, Minji are you okay?” Your hand reached out to grab her head, “Hold me oppa”, She whimpered. You jumped on the bed and cuddled her closer to you, “I'm sorry babe”, You laughed as she started crying on your shoulder. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you” that's all you hear from her for an hour or so.

As the time passes, you get bored, thinking about what's the next plan, how do you slowly turn Minji into much, well, degenerate. “Oppa, let's go again”, Minji already starts stroking your cock, “Do you want to have a house tour with sex baby?” Why bother asking, just go and spread your mark all over the place.

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.

"Promise me you'll be back by ten”, she rasped, her voice strained with a tremor that tugged at your heartstrings. "Ten, oppa. No later”, You stare at her through the reflection of the mirror as you put on your tie, “Ten? Baby the shows end by 11, and as the leader I need to stay around for some after-party for the band chemistry”, The last month of living together has calm her down a lot, no longer is she a dragon anxious for her treasure trove being stolen, you are the treasure by the way, now more like a needy cat that doesn't want its owner to leave for work. 

The knot in her chest tightened. Minji's pleading eyes, reflected in the mirror like twin pools of worry, chipped away at the carefully constructed nonchalance you wore like a shield. "But it's just a formality, baby” You soothed, forcing a smile to calm her down. "A quick toast, maybe some pictures, and then I'm out of there. Back before you can finish that book you've been reading", The book is about a guide on how to navigate through marriage for a newly wed wife. Your words seemed to hang in the air, caught in the web of her suspicion. Haewon, the phantom you'd conjured, loomed large in the unspoken spaces between you. 

Minji hovered by the window, sunlight glinting off the nervous tears clinging to her eyelashes. You finished tying your boots, the leather laces a stark contrast to the fragile tendrils of doubt she was weaving around you.

"Haewon won't be there", You assured her, your voice firm yet it has no effect on her. "I told you, it's just the band and those basketball kids. Trust me, my spotlight tonight only shines on you”, But her smile, usually as bright as a sunflower, remained wan, painted with the worry of shadows not yet cast. "You promise?" she whispered, her voice a trembling melody in the morning air.

You crossed your heart, the gesture feeling almost sacrilegious in the face of your web of lies. "Promise," you lied, the taste of ash settling on your tongue. "No Haewon, just me and the boys”, Of course Haewon will be there, it will be fun. Unfortunately for you Minji starts to notice the signs of your lies, which means she's still hesitant about your departure. A playful sigh escaped your lips, laced with a touch of deceptions. "Look," you pleaded, turning towards her, "how about a compromise? I'll sneak out as soon as the formalities are done, okay? I'll text you the second I'm in the car, even give you live updates through if you want."

Her expression wavered, a fragile pendulum swinging between doubt and reluctant trust. You knew the fear still lurked beneath the surface, a predator coiled and ready to pounce at the slightest hint of your betrayal. But amidst the tension, you saw a glimmer of the Minji you'd grown to cherish, the girl who believed in your promises, the girl who craved your return, not your confinement. "Fine," she whispered, the word falling from her lips like a reluctant concession. "But no later than half-past eleven. And text me every step of the way, even if it's just a boring picture of your shoes under the table."

A wave of relief washed over you, warm and cleansing. You pulled her into a tight embrace, inhaling the scent of her lavender perfume, letting her imprint her scent on you. "Deal," you murmured, your lips brushing against her temple. "I'll be back soon babe”, You won't.

The ride was quiet for you, yet your phone is bombarded with Minji's text, since she knows the address to the venue you decided to answer her just in case she would come and wreak havoc. “Baby I'm driving right now”, A glint of worry attacked her, “Why did you call me then?” Minji hurriedly closes the call and sends a long text telling you why texting while driving is dangerous and other stuff. You only read her text once you arrived at the venue, “Why does her book have a chapter about drunk driving?” The book was supposed to be for a newlywed wife right?

“Well, well, well, look who decides to show up”, Bae said, drilling her gaze into your eyes, “Bae”, Haewon grabbed her hand trying to calm her down. “Evening Bae, as pleasant as always”, You ignored the two of them and went to find Jin. “You can't just keep running to me to escape Haewon”, You can and you will continue doing this, “I'm running for her own sake”, How noble of you. “Yeah whatever, what's up?” You look around to see that everyone is fully ready for the performance, “Is there any plans for after the performance?” It would be nice if there is, after all things has been going too well for you and Minji. “Drinks? Karaoke? Dinner? Whatever you want dude”, Come on now you're the shot caller for your band of misfits. “Karaoke fuck it?” Doing karaoke after a straining performance will be very tiring even for you, of course it was the best option to wreck Minji's heart.

“You're the boss”, It's nice that Jin reminds you of that from time to time, or was it a complaint for your lack of responsibility? “Alright boys, gather up, briefing time”, Ah, you get his hint. A quick briefing for the performance, rundown on the songs you've prepared and of course a little soundcheck. Throughout all this you managed to sent some text to Minji just to update her. These text is the only thing that's keeping her sane throughout the hours. She can't even focus on anything else but your text, trying to analyse every pixel for any detail you might try to hide.

Who is that girl oppa?

You?

What? The girl in the room with you. That's a girl's leg on the top left corner.

That's Bae, one of the boy's girlfriends. You want to meet her?

Why is she there?

To meet her boyfriend?

Stop answering with questions. You said there will only be your ‘boys’, or is she on of the ‘boys’ as well?

It's 2023 babe, we need to be inclusive, boys, bros, it's all universal term.

Your text certainly doesn't help, Minji's hand was gripping the phone so hard it could've broken. “Who is that bitch”, A low whisper more akin to a growl came out of her. 

STOP EVADING THE QUESTIONS

Yeah okay, there's a few girls here, they're my boys’ girlfriends.

YOU SAID THERE WILL ONLY BE THE BOYS

IT'S ZE BOYS, but yeah they are bringing their girlfriend. It's okay babe, they won't even bat an eye on me.

If you come back.

With their scent on you.

I won't let you leave the house again.

Okay, I need to do some soundcheck, I'll text you before the performance.

Minji gnawed on her thumbnail, the bitter taste of nail polish mingling with the sour cocktail of worry churning in her stomach. Your band's music pulsed through the apartment walls, a distant but tantalising echo of the world you were currently inhabiting. She tried to focus on the self-help book titled "Newlywed Wife's Guide for Marriage," the words blurring before her eyes. Each sentence about "trusting your spouse" and "maintaining healthy communication" felt like a hollow balm on her burning anxieties.

The image, the one you'd sent from the venue, had burrowed into her mind like a malevolent worm. It wasn't even the girl's face, just a glimpse of legs beneath a short skirt, a flash of tanned skin that, to Minji's twisted perspective, screamed calculated seduction. While you basked in the spotlight, she wrestled with the phantom threat of another woman stealing your gaze, your touch, your entire universe.

The book, supposed armour against these insecurities, offered nothing but platitudes. "Accept your husband will be flirted with," it droned, "but trust his commitment." Trust? How could she, when every laugh shared on stage, every casual brush with a friend, felt like a tiny betrayal chipping away at their fledgling relationship? Frustration, acrid and bitter, welled up inside her. She slammed the book shut, its pronouncements useless in the face of her torment. Outside, city lights winked like mocking eyes, each twinkle a stark reminder of the gulf between her and you.

The stage pulsed with energy, sweat and amplified riffs painting a portrait of your adrenaline-fueled world. Your voice soared, carrying the melody of the band's hard work for the last few months. Amidst the cheers and ambiance lights, a phantom audience of one haunted your every note. Minji. Back in your apartment, she continues biting on her nails, a habit she has developed from dealing with you. Each text message, a bland chronicle of "soundcheck done”, "opening act killed it”, felt like a brushstroke obscuring a hidden canvas. No mention of the ‘girlfriend’ , no picture of the whore’s leg. The silence, louder than any roar, amplified her anxieties.

You'd promised the picture wouldn't come, and yet, the absence felt like a deliberate omission, a carefully crafted lie. The silence between your texts, once filled with the comforting buzz of the concert, became an abyss of doubt. Minji slammed the phone on the bed, the screen's blue light leaving ghostly afterimages on her tear-filled eyes.

She tried to focus on the book, the "Newlywed Wife's Guide," but its platitudes about communication and trust felt like hollow echoes in the face of her mounting suspicions. You, her rockstar, her sunshine, were now a phantom figure dancing in the shadows, your every move shrouded in a veil of deceit. The book is mocking her with its empty promises of trust and communication. Trust? How could she, when every update felt sanitised, every emoji a carefully chosen mask? Finally, unable to bear the torment any longer, she typed out a message, her fingers trembling making her have to retype the whole message a couple of time. "When are you coming home?" the words screamed, a desperate plea for a shred of truth in the labyrinth of your lies.

I'm chilling until the closing for now.

The response was read almost immediately.

Karaoke????

You said it will be dinner

It came back, the question mark a venomous punctuation mark. You smiled, picturing her curled up on the couch, the book abandoned on the floor, her mind spinning with suspicion. You knew the image too well, the monster you'd created reflected in her haunted eyes.

There was a change of plans

I'll just drink a little and sing a song or two and I'll be right with you.

She read it, but she didn't respond at all. This radio silence caused some uneasy feeling inside you, so you left the bathroom and called her up. The call was answered instantly.

“Hey babe”

“Why are you going to a karaoke oppa? Please just come back home”

She's crying.

“Baby don't cry, it's just an hour at most”

“Oppa, please, I need you”

She's crying, hysterically.

“Baby, I promise, after this I won't leave your side for a week”

“You're not leaving my side for a week regardless”

Good point, how do you counter this.

“A month, I'll take you out to my internship”

“Baby, please, just come home. I miss you already”

Her heart wrenching wails can be heard echoing around your bedroom.

“Baby, why are you like this? Please it's just a karaoke, nothing is gonna happen”

“Babe, I miss you”

The pain whimpering she let out made you realise, if you push it harder she will do something stupid.

“Okay, I'll see what I can do okay?”

Have you gone too soft?

“Hey, are you still busy with your ‘internship’?” Haewon’s voice can be heard followed by the knocking on the door. “Who's that?” Minji roared, “I'll be back soon, and stop following me weirdo”, Right, let's feed Minji's insecurities of finding you getting flirted on. “I can't believe I dated you”, This time Haewon's voice is lower and you're not really sure that it can be heard through the phone. “Oppa, please, come home now”, Minji pleaded, it's all just too much for her.  “Baby, once the performance end I'll come home okay? There's only half an hour left”, That's like 30 minutes too long for Minji. “Oppa, please, come home”, She sounds so pathetic already, “I'll be back soon babe, I love you”, She didn't answer with words as the only thing you can hear is her sobbing. You stay in line for a minute or so, then you hang up, making her cries even harder.

As you get out of the bedroom you find Haewon just standing there in the hallway. “Evening, Hae, anything I can help you with?” Her eyes narrowed, then she strides over to you and grabs your collar before pulling you down. “I know that internship is just a fucking lie”, Well, it seems things are getting annoying now. You frown and tilted your head as if you're not getting what she means by that. Haewon's eyes, once smouldering embers of adoration, now crackled with the fierce heat of suspicion. Her accusation hung in the air, a tangible thing you could almost hear "Don't play dumb with me, Oppa", coming out of her mouth. Yet her lips stay still, she knows that you're getting her message.

The urge to scoff, to dismiss her claims with a smirk and a well-placed lie, warred with a prickling sensation at the back of your neck. Her sudden awareness, like a rogue vine twisting towards your carefully cultivated garden of deception, was starting to annoy you more than frighten you. "Hae," you began, playing the clueless card like a well-worn suit, "you're scaring me. Really. What on earth are you talking about?" Your voice, a touch too high, a shade too rehearsed, was met with a sardonic smile that sliced through your feigned innocence. "Oh, spare me the ignorant act”, she spat, her voice laced with the bitterness of betrayal. "The internship, the space – everyone knows it's a charade. And I know more than just that."

Her words, each one a subtle jab, prodded at the carefully constructed walls you'd erected around your secret life. Haewon, once a pliable puppet in your game, was now a tigress clawing her way out of the cage. Your puppets, it seemed, were becoming a touch too sentient for your liking. "Hae, come on," you sighed, spreading your hands in a gesture of mock bewilderment. "Fantasies? Look, if you think there's someone else… well, that's your prerogative. But don't drag me into your suspicions."

Haewon's eyes narrowed, scepticism dancing in their depths. Her hand reached behind your head and pulled it into her neck, you can feel her breath tickling your ears, just like old times. "Fantasies, you say? I know your secrets better than you think, Oppa. And let me tell you, I'm not going down like this. Whoever that bitch is, I'll find her. Also, you might be a father soon, so don't run too far, daddy~”, Then she let go, and before you can get a glimpse of her face she already turned around.

Haewon's footsteps, once sharp staccato, faded into the distant hum of the city like a final, angry cymbal crash. You didn't chase her, nor did fear twist your gut. This, you realized with a chilling thrill, was the finale, the crescendo of your intricately orchestrated chaos. Silence, filled with anticipation, settled on the stage. The piano, normally your bandmate's playful confidante, now hummed a melancholic blues, each note heavy with the weight of revelation. The drums, a once-joyful pulse, echoed like distant thunder, a rumbling premonition of the storm you'd unleashed.

And then, Minji's imagined cries, not screams of accusation, but soft, wounded whimpers, joined the symphony. They twined around the piano's melody, a mournful oboe solo weaving through the discordant tapestry of your unraveling masterpiece. This wasn't fear, this morbidly exhilarating waltz of consequences. No, this was the conductor relishing the final flourish, the maestro gazing upon the wreckage of his deliberate chaos with a cold, artistic detachment. Haewon, the scorned tigress, had merely been the catalyst, the final push needed to send your marionette strings flying, the puppets tumbling into their inevitable fall. Her sudden sentience and defiant is only a step back to your plans for Minji's transformation.

You pictured Minji, eyes red-rimmed, tears tracing silent melodies down her cheeks. The sight, far from being a gut punch, fueled the perverse fire within you. Her pain, you imagined, was another instrument in your twisted orchestra, a mournful cello adding depth and despair to the symphony of your destruction. The crowd, their chatter a distant, muffled chorus, became the audience to your private tragedy. Their oblivious enjoyment of the band's now-sombre performance merely emphasized the irony, the cruel disconnect between the staged entertainment and the real-life drama unfolding in the wings.

You closed your eyes, the music swirling within you, a dark, intoxicating vortex. And in that swirling chaos, you saw not the wreckage, but the possibilities. This wasn't a failed performance, it was a liberation, a shedding of the puppeteer's mask, a descent into the raw, unchained melody of your true self. A sick and twisted smile starts to form on your face, filled with anticipation, ecstasy and most importantly, sadistic perversion.

No longer would you play by society's rules, dance to the rhythms of expected outcomes. This was your symphony, discordant and raw, yours to conduct until the final note, the bitter aftertaste of chaos clinging to your lips like a final, triumphant encore. As the jazz band, oblivious to the storm they'd unwittingly orchestrated, ended their set with a soft, resigned coda, you stepped back into the shadows. The curtain hadn't fallen, not yet. This was merely the intermission, the pause before the final movement of the song, the grand finale where the puppeteer became the protagonist, the villain, the tragic hero of his own twisted, beautiful symphony.

AN: I really wanted to wrap things out in this chapter but my hand just start writing and I lost control. Anyway, second chapter out of three, the third one might take a while since i have some plans for new years. Till then, cheers

[meownotgood]

cpr. / dan heng x gn!reader, fluff, soft kisses, dan heng teaches you how to do "cpr" (poorly)

I want to teach you the basics of first aid. Come to my room as soon as possible. 

That's it. 

There's no, Would you like to come to my room? or, Learning first aid would be helpful for you, what do you think? Dan Heng is just as to-the-point as the first time you met him, and even though you try to pretend like it gets on your nerves, huffing your complaints to March and texting back an annoyed K, you still find yourself shuffling over to his quiet room on the Astral Express the moment your phone pinged you with the notification. 

You're silently thinking to yourself as you make your way there, rounding the hallway as slow as you can to give yourself a few extra seconds, or possibly to make Dan Heng wait for longer — or maybe it's both. 

Yet despite how much you ponder, even though you've known him for long enough to start understanding him, you can't decide if he's so direct because he's just that way with everyone, or if it's because he knows you'll always listen. 

Upon entering, his cabin looks the same as it always does: books strewn about and left open on important pages, glowing circuitry lining every wall, his bed unmade, pillow askew, blanket balled up in the corner. When you step in and slide the door closed behind you, he doesn't bother to look up from where he's sat cross-legged and hunched over a data screen, he simply pats the floor next to him with his palm and cocks his head to signal you to come sit down. 

"You almost got yourself killed on our trip to Belobog. Multiple times." Dan Heng explains, tone stern and resolute, not exactly rude, just matter-of-fact. Your knees knock his own once you've settled next to him. Your heart stutters a bit at the proximity, but he doesn't seem to mind. While he speaks, his eyes never stop scanning the screen. 

"We'll reach the Luofu soon, and I won't be coming with you. My biggest concern is you not knowing what to do in an emergency." He turns towards you finally, sharp and serious gaze meeting yours. "I'm already not excited about this, but I'd feel better if you let me run you through a few exercises." 

"I'll be alright. Don't worry about me. I know enough. I think." 

Dan Heng stares back with narrowed eyes and with his arms crossed over his chest, unconvinced. 

In a moment, he pushes himself to his feet, walking over to the desk and rooting around its contents, all while completely disregarding your last statement: "I'll lend you a first aid kit. If we start now, I should have enough time to teach you everything you need to know, mostly everything. I'm serious about this, so please try and pay attention. For your own sake." 

Right. That's fine. You can handle it. You're a pretty fast learner, you think. And thankfully, mostly everything consists of things you already sort of knew or techniques that are relatively simple to comprehend. 

Dan Heng walks you through the steps to bandage a wound — He holds your arm gently as he's showing you the proper way to wrap it, pulling on the bandage tightly and then softly, idly rubbing circles onto your skin with his thumb. 

How to treat a fractured bone, what to do if someone is choking — Dan Heng wraps his arms around you and shows you where to place your hands, resting yours on top of his in the center of your stomach. His chest presses flat against your back, his hair tickles the side of your face and you almost miss when he says into your ear, "Shove forcibly right here, and keep going until… Are you listening?" 

"Yes," You answer. "Er, sort of." You rectify. 

Dan Heng expels a heavy sigh. Right then, you half expect him to give up and kick you out, but instead he holds your shoulder and shifts back, he mutters a barely audible C'mere and guides you to rest your head squarely in his lap, leaving you laying down and peering up at him. 

He admits honestly, "I'm worried about you. If something were to happen to you there, I mean I trust everyone to look after you, but…" 

It isn't like him to trail off. "But what?" 

"But you need to know how to take care of yourself."

Shifting his hand underneath you, he props your head up further with his arm, the metal of his bracer firm on the back of your head. "For now, I'll teach you how to perform CPR. Pay attention to what I do. After this, we'll be done." 

The room's silence seems to stretch on. The endless hum from the systems and analyzers echoes in your ears, your heart pounds in them even louder. Dan Heng brushes his nimble fingers over your chest, right between your ribs, as his eyes scan your face they start to take on a certain sort of softness. 

He composes himself with a sharp breath out, a deep breath in. And then, he's leaning close, too close, gripping your chin deft between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it upwards. You watch his eyes flutter shut and you follow his lead. 

Your heart continues to thump so hard you're certain he can feel it: once, twice. Warm lips brush your own, clearly hesitant, and it's nothing like the straightforwardness you've always been used to getting out of him. No, Dan Heng seems nervous this time, and as he connects with you in an open-mouthed kiss, his hands getting sweaty, warmth pooling in his chest, he can't help his mind from becoming a total mess. 

He isn't thinking all of the sudden, isn't considering any of the consequences, like he's always tried to do. Your lips are on his, he didn't lock the door; he nearly forgets to breathe a steady puff of air into your mouth once the tingling feeling and the heat rising to his cheeks commands all of his attention. 

Almost as quickly as he leaned in, he's forcing himself to tear away from you, his eyes opening slowly, his expression completely unreadable. 

"It's self-explanatory." He reasons, sure of himself, but you swear his voice sounds quieter than it did before. Any louder and he'd trip over his own words, "You got it, or do you need another demonstration?"

"Show me one more time. Just in case." 

If anything were to happen to you, if you died and he wasn't there… 

And once more, Dan Heng is closing the distance, this time briefly reaching up to brush a few strands of stray hair away from his eyes before tilting his head and pulling you closer. 

He's gained a bit more confidence, and he kisses you hard, stops for a moment, caresses your jaw with his fingers and meshes his lips with yours to kiss you again — and you can't help yourself from reaching up, settling your arms around his shoulders to tug him in as close as you can get him. And he lets you. 

You'll be fine, won't you? He isn't sure, and he hates that he isn't sure. 

He'll have to ask you to promise him. 

You freeze, and he pulls away, only by a couple of centimeters, enough to breathe but to still feel his breath fan over your skin when he exhales. He's blushing fully now, you sigh his name against his mouth and it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard; he shivers all the way from his neck to the base of his spine. 

His head goes fuzzy, his heart throbs and twists like a burning star — God, he doesn't know what to say. His thoughts were moving a mile a minute, but the more he stares down at you, the longer you hold his gaze and let the seconds revolve around and around, he starts to forget it all. 

Dan Heng swallows the thickness forming in his throat, and he's about to force himself to say something when you suddenly start speaking instead. 

"You're doing it wrong, you know." 

"Huh?" 

Your head tilts. "Come on, there's no way you're that horrible, right? If you wanted to kiss me before I went, you could have just said so." 

And Dan Heng, ever-so direct, always so composed, feels his lips start to quiver and somehow can't manage a response to that. 

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 24

ISAT/Two Hats spoilers below! CW: Negative self talk.

"I... I heard you had a bit of an... 'episode'?" (Loo-... Vale asked, looking to you with a nervous glance. You finish pouring their cup of tea as they sat at the table, pausing for a second while looking away.)

"Y-Yeah... I... I found your star..." (You say, looking down at their chest, seeing a bit of that scar through their clothes. They bring a hand up to place over it, lowering their head a little.)

"... I'm sorry to have caused you so much worry." (You sit down across from them, staying silent for a moment before finally forcing some words out.)

"What happened?"

"... I made a wish... I wished for a life of my own, so you could keep yours and I wouldn't need to steal it from you... Of course the Universe couldn't just give me what I wanted without having a little fun first though, so it sent the star in my chest supernova~!" (They begin to explain with that oh so familiar smile plastered on their face... Despite them looking so different, you'd still recognize it anywhere.)

"So I had to tear it out of my chest... It hurt worse than anything I've felt before, even worse than swallowing it and feeling it burn out my insides... I did die for a moment there I think, if Nille hadn't been there it might have stuck." (They note with a playful smile, finally lifting their tea to sip it.)

"N-Nille?!" (You weakly shout, not having expected to hear her name during all of this.)

"Oh! Yes, I forgot to mention that, didn't I? After I... well.." (They fall silent for a moment, looking to you then away again... You lightly place a hand over your heart for just a moment, you both knew what they were referring to...)

"After that, I ran and ran and ran... And ran straight into Nille... Heh... Imagine that, running from my problems, only to run right into the person you all were looking for..." (You lower your head a little, unsure how to respond to that. They seem to notice this.)

"Sorry... These are my problems, not yours. Regardless, we started travelling together, and she's been helping me... figure myself out, I suppose? Where I fit in this universe now that there's no going back..."

"L-Loop-" (They wince heavily at being called that, you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.)

"S-Sorry... Vale, I... You'll always be welcome here." (You offer, you know the gesture probably won't mean anything, but it's the truth, and they need to know that.)

"... I don't think the others will feel that way when they learn what I did to you..." (You both fall silent for a while after that. They were right, your family loved you too much to just let that slide... but did they have to know?... Could you keep lying to them forever?...)

"Stop, Stardust... I know that look..." (You perk up, looking back over at them... you forgot how bad you got at hiding your 'thinking' faces over the years.)

"It has to come out, they deserve to know... and I deserve whatever punishment that brings..." (You pause for a moment, gathering your thoughts, trying to find some sort of solution to this. You look back at L-Vale, come on, get that into your head, VALE! VALE! VALE! They look really distressed about this. You lay your hand on the table, offering it for them to take. They blink a bit, looking back up at you, then your hand again, hesitantly bringing theirs up to lay onto it. You give theirs a firm, comforting squeeze.)

"I thought I'd lost you... twice now... I won't let a third time happen." (You say, as confident as you can through your raspy voice. They give a slight smile in response, squeezing your hand back.)

"Thank you, Stardust... I'll do my best to make things work this time..."

(You both sit in silence yet again, occasionally sipping your teas, it was a bit more of a comfortable quiet now as you were just glad to have them back.)

"So what happened to your voice?"

"... Do you remember when I said the island's name?" (They suddenly choke on their tea, coughing and struggling for air as it went down the wrong pipe.)

"Stardust?!" (They shriek with worry. You wince some, shrinking into your seat a bit again.)

"Long story... Really bad nightmare after losing you..." (You try to explain succinctly, They seem especially worried about the mention of a nightmare, furrowing your brow and tilting your head a bit.)

"What?"

"... What?"

"Why do you... did something happen?"

"N-No? Whatever do you mean?" (They stammer out, quickly bringing their fake smile back... You sigh a bit, but drop it for now.)

"So, you've been travelling with Nille?"

"Yes, she's really quite something else." (They chuckle a bit, a soft smile on their face now.)

"Yeah she is... she got me out of a few bad spirals..."

"Oh, right, she would have been there for all that time, wouldn't she?..." (Vale brought a hand up to the back of their neck, rubbing it lightly, seeming to be nervous about what they were going to ask.)

"... Was she happy?"

"Huh?"

"During that time... was she happy?... Did she have a good life with you all?..." (They looked back down at their cup, staring into the tea for a minute, you were a bit stunned, unsure what to even say to that until they look up back up at you expectantly.)

"... Y-Yeah?... Sorry, did you mean something specific or?"

"... Tell me about it, please?" (The look on their face almost looked... desperate?)

"O-Okay... Uhhh... Her and Bonnie opened a lil restaurant in Bambouche eventually? Her and Isa hang out a lot, they've got a lot in common actually." (You say with a bit of a chuckle, sipping at your tea to help soothe your still sore throat. You peek back over at Vale, who was looking away nervously... a light blush across their face...)

"V-Vale?..." (They jump back to attention, quickly shaking the look and blush away.)

"Yes~?"

"... D... Do you..." (You blink a couple times, trying to piece things out before the realization finally hits you like a boulder.)

"YOU AND NILLE?!"

"Wh-What?! Wh-What about us?!"

"YOU LIKE NILLE?!"

"TH-THAT'S PROPOSTEROUS!!"

"Oh that's so cute!! You two would be so good together!!"

"Sh-Shut up! Th-That's just ridiculous!!"

"Then why are you blushing so much~?" (You grin wide, their face nearly lightless from how deep the blush was. They looked furious, about to yell, only for your comment to completely shut them up, crossing their arms with a frustrated pout.)

"hehe... She never wound up with anyone by the way... I think she said something about never meeting the right person?"

"... Not like that's changed..."

"Hey..."

"J-Just... just drop it please, Stardust... She's far better than I deserve anyhow..."

"... I'm sure we both thought the same about Isa..."

"... You're the one who earned your happy ending, not me..."

"Vale... Come on, you know that's not fair to you..."

"Just drop it... There's nothing more to discuss..."

"... Does she feel the same?"

"Drop. It."

"Okay! okay!" (You surrender with your hands up and a slight chuckle. Your face falls to rest in a content little smile.)

"I'm really glad you're back, Vale." (They roll their eyes a bit in response, sipping their tea curtly with annoyance, causing you to laugh weakly again.)

[sluttyslytherin]

•MY BACK ACHED AS AN ANSWER•

Fred Weasley + Y/N

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❥ Warnings: This is really just unprotected filthy ass smut with fluff(?) and a little female oral receiving with a lot of praise. Slow burn, rough and unedited (today is 13th July, will edit it later, it's almost midnight).

❥ Request?: Half- half I‘d say. It was requested with a certain name & I changed it for the upload.

❥ Summary: I nodded, giving him permission to touch me, but he didn't move an inch.

„From your mouth. I want to hear you say you want me between your legs.“

I slowly wet my lips, unable to look up to him. My heart was racing a mile a minute. My voice was almost too unsteady to answer.

„You want to know what I want? I want you to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me," I said. „I want you between my legs. Your tongue on my clit. I want to come on your mouth. I have waited far too long for you to finally come to your senses and take what's yours for years already."

❥ Author‘s note: Fred is just *chef‘s kiss*

❥ Word count: ~3850

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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„Hello, Y/N."

It had been a good evening at the party so far. Too good- I thought for a second, as Cormac's words hit my ears and I immediately shivered. Everyone, but not Cormac, I thought. Everyone. Why did it have to be him?

„Hello Cormac," I said, my voice more aggressive as I thought it would be. But to be honest I didn't care. I wanted him to fuck off.

„You're all alone here, don't you feel a bit lonely, sweetie?," he taunted and tried to lay his hand on my back. I backed away. „Not really. The boys will be back soon. What do you want, Cormac?," I hissed.

„Talk to you. I know you want someone else to talk to, but since he is very.. occupied with," he pointed to the couch on which Fred and the blonde Ravenclaw girl sat on and talked. In fact, they already did this since the party started. He didn't even once take a look at me. „this girl. You know that I'm the best you can get for tonight."

All I wanted to do is to smack his face.

I didn't know my feelings for Fred were so obvious. Funny, almost. Everyone knew, but he seemed not to.

„Fuck off Cormac. Do you really think I couldn't have anyone I want? Look at me. I look gorgeous." My voice trailed off at the last sentence which made Cormac's mouth twist into a dirty grin. „Come on, Y/N. You're alone.. I'm alone.. let's have some fun?"

„Flirting with whats mine? You must want to die," Fred's voice suddenly errupted out of the loud music behind us. His voice sent shivers down my spine. Without a reason I suddenly felt guilty.

„And what do you have to do with it, Weasley? I can flirt with whoever I want," Cormac stated and approached Fred. I couldn't see Fred. I didn't dare to move and take a look behind me. I knew: If I'd speak now, Fred would hear how shaky my voice was. I needed to calm down first.

„I give you one chance, Cormac. Fuck off, just as Y/N said, or you'll see how good my fist fits to your face."

My eyelids fluttered. „Leave," I whispered to Cormac. He sent one last death stare to Fred and finally left us alone with a loud sigh.

„The hell was that, Y/N?"

I could almost feel how Fred's eyes narrowed to slits.

My breath got hitchy.

I needed to control myself.

„First, I didn't know I was yours. Second, I didn't know you're the jealous type?," I choked out. I still didn't dare to move under his stare. „And why do you recognize me now and not earlier?"

„I'm not."

Fred came one step closer. I could feel the warmth of his body directly behind me.

„Oh c'mon, we both know what you're doing here. You're clearly upset."

His voice sounded louder in my ears as the music, as he answered after a few seconds.

„I'm not upset."

Finally I turned around, only to find myself only inches away from his face. „Then what is your problem?," I mumbled breathless.

What he could do to me with his bare existance was unbelievable.

„I just don't want you to talk to other guys," Fred stated, but I interrupted him as my inner Brat came out. „Make me," I whispered.

„I was hoping you'd ask me to."

Hot breath against my skin.

„You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude or else people will be mighty disappointed," I continued while my gaze still got caught by his lips.

„Care to bring out a ruler and test your theory?," Fred grinned, but I could feel him getting mad.

„I left my magnifying glass at home, so maybe tomorrow."

Fred just stood there and didn't respond. He looked at me - as if he would be considering his next move. The moment I was about to get anxious he finally said something, but I was drowned so deep in my thoughts about the outline of his lips, that it took a moment for me to realize what he said.

„My sweet little angel.. you really can't keep your eyes off the devil, huh?"

I knew exactly what he meant by that. I had heard a lot about Fred in all these years. A lot about him and a lot about his.. ‚behaviour' in certain moments.

Enough to know I fucked up.

All I could do is give in.

The game was over.

„Kiss me, Freddie. Do it finally. Salazar. I know you're just toying with me," I demanded. I knew he wouldn't make it easy for me. I knew he wanted me to play this game with him first. I knew all he wanted is to see me fall apart under his touch.

„Fucking hell, you look so good in this dress.. you're almost irresistible," Fred whispered. His hand trailed softly up the side of my hips and stopped at my back, right between my shoulders.

„Freddie."

My voice trailed off again. His hand leaned hot against my skin. It felt as if I would catch fire every second. My gaze sought his.

„I think I never told you how beautiful your body is. I really, really love your body, princess," Fred whispered. His mouth nearer as before. He seemed to had forgotten everything around us. As if the people weren't there, and the music wasn't loud enough to make us both deaf the next second.

All he saw was me.

And all I saw was him.

„Please.. kiss me, Freddie."

His mouth was slightly open and hot streams of air escaped his lungs, while he still didn't break eye contact with me.

„You have no idea what I'm thinking when I look at you, Y/N. You don't know where I go in my mind or what it does to me to see you, soft and vulnerable standing right beside me every single fucking day. You don't know what I feel when our hands touch."

With his other hand he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I stood there starstruck, fully captivated by him.

„How do you do that?," I managed to choke out. „What exactly, Y/N? Use your words. I don't want to have to ask to get what you mean," Fred answered. His voice sounded all innocent. We both knew he was a lot- but not innocent.

„H-How did you make me feel so weak with only these few words? You barely touch me."

His hand on my back pulled me closer. I could feel his heart beat hard against my chest. My breath was shallow as he answered.

„Because you know I will let every single dream of you come true."

My body shook of desire.

Still he didn't kiss me.

„Freddie.."

„Don't forget that I respect the hell out of you, doll."

My head began to spin.

My mind began to feel squishy.

„Why do you say that?"

„Because I'm going to fuck you full of disrespect."

His eyes began to darken while his smile dissolved. His whole aura changed in only a split second. The tension of his jaw increased.

„What?," I asked dumb. I got lost in his eyes. I felt like his eyes sucked me in, no matter how hard I tried to resist.

„I will fuck you senseless, Y/N."

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He intoxicated me.

There was no way around it, no way over it and no way to deny it. I let him own me the second he laid his eyes on me the first time. He made me blind to every other person and made me blind to see all the other girls he had.

While I was here, waiting.

I didn't know for what exactly I had been waiting, but the moment his lips hit mine, denying was senseless. I melted under his touch and my lips melted into his.

He kissed me so full of passion, that I actually began to believe that not I had waited for him - He had waited for me.

He kissed me.

Without warning, without permission. He kissed me so full of lust and longing for my touch, as if he needed that breath I was holding. It felt like every fiber of me belonged to him, and he wanted it back.

Right under my skin.

He was under my skin and I wanted to claw him out, but I couldn't. And so I had been left with this need. Like- if I wouldn't have kissed him, I wouldn't been able to breathe.

Even if he stole my breath.

All I could do is get lost in his touch.

Like I'll burst into flames if I'd not be tasting him.

Kissing him. Fucking him. Feeling him.

I don't know for how long we stood there, his hand on my back and on my hips. Later his hand slid up from my hips into my hair, pulling me closer. I didn't move, just listened to my own heartbeat mixed with his, still beating hard against my breast.

I didn't move, didn't make a step. Only my lips moved, as an answer to all the little questions he asked me this very moment.

I don't know when in all this time Fred's tongue decided to ask for permission to explore me completely. It wandered along the shape of my underlip, travelled across the path of my teeth.

Fred pulled me closer, closer, as if he wanted to swallow me whole. As if he only could exist stealing the last of my innocence and making me all his own.

The moment he asked for permission I let him in. And as soon as the tip of his tongue hit my tastebuds and the faint taste of whisky exploded in my mouth, I lost the battle.

I needed more and we both knew it.

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I can't remember when his hand untangled out of my hair and found a hold on my own hand.

A few seconds after I got dizzy because I lost all my breath, Fred stopped kissing me.

We stood there, my hand in his, staring into each others eyes, the music pulsating around us. Like waves that lead us to where we both wanted to be.

Fred lead us both out of the common room, upstairs to his own dorm, in the top of the tower. I followed his steps without hesitating, my mind all swiped empty and filled with only his taste, that still flooded my senses.

It wasn't like one of these classic love stories where Cinderella meets her prince. Yes, we danced, but we danced around each other for almost too long.

And when Fred closed his dorm door and turned around to me, his breast heaving heavy, I knew it was worth it.

My eyes fixed his body and I felt how all my senses spread out across the room, just to be captivated by him again.

„Strip for me," he demanded, his voice deep and raspy again. It sounded almost desperate, and for a second as if he would beg me to be his- and his alone. „Now."

I pressed my hands together. I wanted him to come to me, for only once. I wanted him to move his arse to me and tell me, that he wanted me. I wanted him to stop playing with me, for this once.

I wanted to invite him in, and not him to be the one to burst through the closed door.

„No.", I whispered. It had the desired effect. He came closer. „No?," Fred asked with a subtile smile on his lips. „No," I murmured again, only to find myself inches away from him again. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. It all felt kind of surreal.

„Do you want me, Y/N?," Fred's voice suddenly cut through my clouded brain. I screw my eyes open and stared at him. „Yes, I," I muttered, but my voice trailed off.

I wanted him.

I needed him so bad.

I didn't want anything else.

I nodded, giving him permission to touch me, but he didn't move an inch.

„From your mouth. I want to hear you say you want me between your legs."

I slowly wet my lips, unable to look up to him. My heart was racing a mile a minute. My voice was almost too unsteady to answer.

„You want to know what I want? I want you to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me," I said. „I want you between my legs. Your tongue on my clit. I want to come on your mouth. I have waited far too long for you to finally come to your senses and take what's yours for years already."

Fred stared at me for a few seconds. I had expected him to tear off my clothes after I said what I said- But when he didn't move, I finally managed to look up to him.

„Why is your heart beating so fast, when I haven't even touched you, Y/N?," Fred whispered.

„How could you know it is racing, when you didn't touch me, Fred?," I answered.

He slowly put his hand on my chest.

„Because mine is."

I stared at his hand, unable to say anything. I didn't know what to do, as my heart began to flutter under his touch. I didn't know what to answer. And so, I stayed silent.

„What is this between us?," I whispered, desperate to know his answer, but what he said confused me at first.

„Nothing," Fred answered, his hand still where it was minutes ago. My heart still beating faster, every pore of my body still inhaling his scent. „And now kiss me."

„What?," I choked out, barely able to catch the breath I needed to not get dizzy.

„Kiss me, Y/N," he repeated himself.

My eyes flew to his and my hands landed on his chest. Just as I wanted to do what he asked me for, he caressed my cheek with his thumb, following the outline of my jaw, until his thumb settled on my trembling underlip.

All I could do is breathe.

So I did.

And the next moment I opened my mouth and sucked his finger in.

Fred let out a sharp noise, a loud breath, grunt and moan, all at once. He stared at my mouth, the same moment I swirled my tongue over his fingertip.

„You," he groaned, but nothing more.

Then he pulled his finger out of my mouth.

A smile crossed my lips, as my hands flew in his hair and to his cheek. And because I wanted, I did. I kissed him.

After all he was right. There was nothing between us- no space, no air, no denying.

It was a short kiss at first, me pulling back only inches from him after a second- To look at him, but kissing him again directly after. I got greedier with every single kiss we shared, until Fred took my hands away from his neck and guided them to where the hem of his shirt was.

My fingers played around it, while we were still kissing, trailing along his v-line down to where his trousers were.

„You make me lose my mind," Fred suddenly hissed, pulling back and looking at me. „You."

With this words he pushed me slightly backwards, until my knees hit the edge of his bed and I needed to sit down because I lost balance.

„Oh, God," he groaned low in his throat.

Then he came onto the bed, his body covering mine, making me unable to move. Settling between my legs.

He placed a hand on either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me once more.

Heat erupted inside of me, liquefying in my veins. Heat drifted between my legs and I was losing my breath. Heat formed in my stomach, nearly feeling like it would be burning all of me.

„You're such a good girl, Y/N," Fred whispered against my lips, not stopping to kiss me.

My body instantly relaxed, seeming to melt down into the bedsheets as I open my eyes and look up at him. His beautiful words washing over me like warm water. Without me even realizing at first, I'm suddenly all obedient, like that one little phrase put me in a trance.

He could literally do anything to me in this moment.

I remained moveless, my breathing fast. He sat up on me, his hands slid down my neck, waist, my hips, tracing the outsides of my thighs. The caress was slow, as if he was trying to memorize the curves of my body.

Heat bloomed beneath my skin, tightening in my breasts and burning a lower path.

„Take me," I breathed.

„I won't make it this easy for you, Y/N."

His possessive gaze watched me, almost daring me to stop him, as he slid the dress up my thighs, sliding his hand between the lacy fabric between my legs. My body shivered in anticipation.

Any sense I had left drowned in a pool of lust.

I pulled him down to me, my fingers opening on his jeans, unclasping it with a swift motion while my lips found their way down his neck.

A small whimper escaped his lips. It sent a thunderstroke down my core..

And I- I moaned into his skin.

„I can feel it," Fred whispered, his hand gripping mine and bringing it over my head. „You really want me, right?"

I couldn't answer, my mouth completely dried out from my sallow breathing. That's why I nodded, little moans escaping my lips.

„I'm gonna sneak these legs open and give you what you want."

I turned my head, meeting his lips and kissing him deeply.

All his words.

His words sent me to heaven.

Jeans open, he spread my legs, placing sloppy kisses down my body. The moment Fred finally arrived between my legs, I let out a loud whimper.

„So needy?," he groaned, pulling down my panties and tossing them to the side. „Yeah, I know you like it. And you're damn well going to get it."

His tongue swiped over my heat leaving me shaking. I screwed my eyes shut, my breaths shallow.

But he didn't give me what I wanted. I wanted more, more of him, all of him.

„Look at me."

His voice pulled me out of the hole of emotions I had fallen in. „Look at me, when I make you come."

My eyelids flew open, my eyes slowly finding their way to his. Drowning in the lust he gave me.

„I need you," I choked out, „I need you whole."

His tongue swept over my clit.

„Please," I begged. „Please."

A loud moan escaped my lips, as he buried two fingers deep inside me, curling them upwards. My back ached. „Please!," I begged, moaning, screaming, sweating.

He slowly finger-fucked me.

„Please," I begged again, but he didn't move. „Please!"

My pleads became more desperate, the nearer I came my high. My eyes didn't leave his, while he did what he did. A soft smile had formed on his lips, and as I came his mouth opened, moans escaping it. Staring at me, while my vision blurred and I screamed in lust.

He slowly came up to me again, my legs all going numb on top of the covers. „Your moans are the sweetest sounds I have ever heard," Fred murmured, kissing my forehead. „You know princess, I really wanted to go easy on you," he continued, while I tried to understand what he said, my mind still as numb as my legs. „But now that I've tasted what you're capable of.. now I'll give it to you. Hard. So hard, that you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

„Freddie," I whispered, trying to get the oxygen I needed to not be dizzy anymore.

It didn't work.

My head kept spinning.

Oh, what he did to me.

„Hold on to the headboard," he moaned, taking hold of my wrists and bringing them up himself.

I obeyed. My fingers closed around the wood, hoping it would resist.

„I need this," I whimpered, searching his gaze. „I need more of you."

Looking into my eyes, he slid out of his trousers and pulled down his pants.

„Good lord, Y/N," Fred whispered, „If you keep looking at me like this, I'll come on the spot."

A silent laugh formed in my throat, forcing it's way out.

Then I felt him caressing my heat with his tip. He didn't break eye contact, as he slowly sank deeper, and I started to feel better than ever before.

„Are you okay?," Fred whispered.

„Yes.. yes," I stuttered, adjusting to him. „I'm okay."

He thrust all the way in, bottoming out, and hit me so deep, my eyes rolled back.

Oh, fuck.

„Don't go easy on me," I moaned.

„I won't, princess."

He thrusted into me as he braced himself on the headboard. His pace gave away all remnants of control. „You need me?," he grunted, thrusting into me even faster.

My back arched as an answer.

„You don't need this." He plunged into me hard. Then, again. Harder this time.

„It's me you need."

Wasn't it obvious - that I did need him?

Another brisk thrust. „Say it."

„Yes," I moaned. My body lost all its strength under the waves of pleasure. „I need you."

„C'mon princess, I know you can do better than that," Fred grunted, his hand taking hold in my hair and fucking himself deeper into me. „I know you can be a good girl for me."

„I need you!", I cried out.

My words broke all his will to hold onto his senses. His thrusts lost all sense of rhythm. They came harder, faster, deeper. All of it at once. He fucked into me without any mercy.

His cock slid in and out of me, the muscles in his jaw tightened. All of him wanted to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

„I want to feel you milking me, princess," he said before kissing me deeply. His right hand swiping up to my throat, stealing my breath.

„Come for me," he demanded in a raspy voice. „Come on my cock."

And I did, pushing him over the edge.

„You feel so good," Fred grunted, before his balls tightened, and with one final thrust of his hips, his orgasm ripped through him like a goddamn wrecking ball through his ribcage. „You feel so fucking good, and I want this never again to stop."

[norah-posts]

Husband Ghost pt. 6. - Memories

Summary: Simon “Ghost” Riley is trained for kill and he is cold-hearted, but as your husband? He is perfect. He is kind, funny and caring.

And what does it feel like to being Ghost’s wife? You’re alone a lot, you get only small moments from his life and sometimes he is too dominant with you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

NSFW - marriage, minimal use of y/n, smut,p in v, pet names, dirty talking, fingering, toxic relationship, dominant!Ghost, submissive!reader, spanking, angst, phone sex, oral sex, emotions, angst, choking, sex in public, murder, hurt/comfort

A/N: I'm sure Ghost would be a perfect husband and he would be so good with the words when he need to talk about his feeling towards you. This part made me giggling and kicking and cryin, shit!

Part 6 / ? Masterlist

When you woke up in the morning Ghost wasn't at home. He just left a note behind on the kitchen counter what said he has a meeting. You felt guilty because of the fight from last night. And usually when you didn't feel yourself very well, you sat down at the piano what you got from Ghost for one of your birthdays to play a little.

Ghost was also still filled with regret of what happened the night before. And he knew you felt the same when he heard you were playing on the piano when he entered into your house.

He didn't want to interrupt you, you looked like you were deep in thought as you played a sad melody. So he waited for you to finish the piece you were playing and once you did, he approached you with a soft tone in his voice. "My love..." he started, taking a moment to choose his words carefully. "I wanted to apologize for acting the way I did the last time. I was too harsh."

"It's okay," you nodded as you pressed down a few sounds on the piano. "I need to apologize. I didn't want to hurt you, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a moment before you gave back your attention to the piano.

"Yed, but you did hurt me," Ghost said with a soft tone. "You hurt me by not trusting in me. I know what it's like to be lonely while I'm gone on mission. But I always have you in my heart. Even if I'm not there phisically," he added. "And it pains me to know that you feel so lonely while I'm away. I'm always thinking of you. And that's why I always come back, just to see you again," he said.

You closed your eyes for a moment to hold back your tears. You felt yourself so guilty, and when Ghost sat down next to you, you whispered with tearful eyes, "I love you."

"And I love you, my darling," Ghost said softly as he took your hand and wiped your tears away. "Please, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this," he continued. "I hope you can believe me that I will always come back to you and I will always keep you safe," Ghost added. "Because that's my job. And because you're the most important person to me in the world."

"Because all of me loves all of you," you whispered as you did that on your wedding as your vows.

Ghost nodded and pulled you in for a hug. He felt your tears on his shoulder, and he felt a tingle of happiness when you quoted your wedding vows right now.

"I'm sorry I got so angry with you," Ghost whispered. "And I know you'll be alone while I'm away on another mission, but I promise I'll always come back to you. No matter how far I have to go or what danger I'm facing, I'll always make sure to come back to you."

"You promise?" you mumbled into his chest.

"I promise," Ghost said firmly. "You're the one person in the world that I'd do anything for. I'd die for you if I had to, you know that," he said as his voice went a little deeper. "No matter where I am, no matter what the mission is, I'll always come back to you," he repeated once again.

His simple words meant the world to you. "I love you," you repeated again.

Ghost took a deep breath and held you tight in his arms. "I love you, too. I love you so much. Always remember that, okay?" He brushed your hair away from your face, showing your eyes once again. "I love you, my love," he whispered.

You two stared each other, looking into each other's eyes for a few moments. "Can I play for you on the piano?" you asked quietly to make this vibe better.

"Of course, you can," Ghost said as gently released you from his embrace. "I'd love for you to play something for me. What song would you like to play?" he asked with a smile on his face.

You just smiled at him and turned to the piano. You placed your hands above it and started to play that song what was Ghost"s favorite. He always said that song reminded him of you and that's why that song was played on your wedding.

A memory of your wedding came into Ghost"s head, of you walking down the aisle towards him as the priest read the words of your wedding vow.

The melody of your piano playing took him back that very moment. Ghost smiled and listened carefully as you played the song and it was beautiful, as always.

"You still remember that song?" he asked with a soft smile on his face, and you nodded as you kept playing.

Ghost continued to listen to you play the song. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listened, letting the melodies wash over him. You and him were together again, and he didn"t want to ruin this moment.

"You're such an amazing pianist," Ghost said once you were finished. "It"s beautiful. This song always makes me think about you."

"I know," you smiled. "Do you remember what happened on our wedding?" It was a stupid question, but you wanted to hear his memories about that special day.

Ghost smiled and nodded at your question. "I remember it like it was yesterday. And I remember every detail."

The sound of you playfully pressing the keys on the piano put a smile on his face as your question brought a picture to his mind of what happened that day.

"I remember Johnny falling down and getting his clothes all dirty because he was drunk," Ghost said with a soft laughter. "I also remember all the smiles on your family's faces, and the excitement in your eyes when you saw me," he continued. "It was a great day. One of the happiest days of my life. You were beautiful in that dress. And I remember all of your family being there with us, and it meant a lot to me," he said softly.

"My favorite was our wedding night," you chuckled. "You called me Mrs. Riley all night long."

Ghost chuckled at the memory, but he felt his cheeks flush a little bit as he remember back. "But you said it was okay for you to I call you 'Mrs. Riley' on that night."

"Of course it was okay," you replied. "It's still okay. I'm your wife," you said proudly.

Ghost smiled and pulled you into a hug once again. "You're such a sweet girl, you know that?" he said softly and kissed you gently on your lips as he smiled downt at you. "My love, my wife... You always know how to make me smile," he said with a chuckle.

"That"s why you asked my hand," you giggled.

"Damn straight," he replied with a smile and pulled you into his arms once again. "My beautiful girl. My wife. My partner in crime," he said with a light chuckle. "But I'll be honest with you, I didn't think you'd say yes," he continued. "I'm not a good guy all the time, and I do my best to hide myself from others. But you're always there for me, and I love you for that," he said and after a little pause he continued. "Do you remember the first time I told you how I felt about you?"

"How could I forget it?" you smirked, looking up at him.

"It was right before the mission, remember?" Ghost asked, taking a deep breath as he remember that story once again. "I was on the plane going to the mission, and I was wondering if I was goint to make it back home," he continued. "And that moment, I felt this overwhelming sense of fear and anxiety of not being able to come back to you. And in that moment, I knew I wanted to tell you how I felt, becuase I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he finished.

You smiled on his words. You remembered when he called you in the middle of the night. You still remembered his shaky voice, when he confessed his feelings about you before his mission.

Ghost continued, "At first, I was nervous because I didn't know if I could admit how I felt to you. But when I heard your voice on the other side of the call, I suddenly got the confidence to tell you how I truly felt. I told you that I loved you for the first time just before that mission."

"It was scary when you warned me about the fact that maybe you'll not survive," you said quietly. "I couldn't sleep all night."

"I'm sorry for scaring you like that. But I had to tell you how I felt. I had to get it off my chest," Ghost said honestly. "And when I survived that mission and got back home safe, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he added and then chuckled. "I remember you had no idea what to say, because I caught you completely by suprise," he said with a small laugh. "But I knew from the moment I saw your eyes, I saw the smile on your face. I knew. That's when I knew that you also had feeling for me," he said softly.

"I was suprised because it was so unbelievable, knowing you love me," you explained.

"Maybe to you. But to me, it couldn't be more obvious," Ghost said as he took your face into his hands. "You're amazing. You're beautiful and smart and funny, "he said softly. "I could've never asked for a better wife than you," he added and kissed your forehead.

"Sometimes it's still unbelievable," you whispered, glacing up at his eyes.

Ghost smiled and took your hands. "It's believable to me. You are a wonderful person. You are smart and beautiful and sweet and kind and everything I've ever wanted. You make me feel like I'm the most important man in the world. And there's no one else in the world who could ever make me feel like you do, my love," he finished.

You leaned closer to him. "I love you," you whispered and kissed him softly.

Ghost pulled you closer and kissed back. Your kiss was filled with love and affection, and it felt like everything was okay again between you and him.

"I love you, too," Ghost said after you pulled away from the kiss. And with a light chuckle, he added, "I guess I was supposed to wait until the wedding night, right?" he asked playfully, making you remember what happened when he came back from his mission after he told you how he felt.

You groaned in embarassment and giggled shyly. Ghost laughed as well and pulled you closer to him. He could feel your face buried in his chest, your cheeks blushing brightly. And it was a sight what made him smile, and he couldn't help but held you tighter.

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Part 7 ... soon ...

[isa-ghost]

Hi! I was wondering if you have any tips for outlining your story?

I’m trying to work on one, but it doesn’t really want to cooperate with me when I try to outline.

Do you have any tips for what works for you?

I would say don't force it, most importantly. You won't be satisfied and it won't come out great if your heart and mind just aren't in it. Get your inspiration and creative muse going first.

I genuinely don't know how the fuck I got my plot as fleshed out as it is, I got hella lucky it kept going. It was very fuck it we ball.

I will say, I often reread what I already had planned before letting my little brain movie continue.

I can picture things in my head really clearly, so basically my brain gave me a movie of the first 5 chapters and I just let it "yes and" itself until it just kept going. Or I got specific scenes that popped into my head and then wrote from where I left off and pushed things in a direction that could make the scene true in a way that made sense and flowed well.

From there, I knew I needed to resolve conflicts I'd established ("how does Phil get EK out of his body?"), come back to certain plot points I'd planted the seeds of ("so how is Phil doing while the group is planning his rescue?"), or cover "well what's going on with x during this time?" type stuff ("how is Missa taking care of the kids on his own while this is all going on?"). So over time, I'd make sure to either devote a whole chapter or just a scene to cover the thing, whatever length felt right.

As soon as I get a rough idea of what major points I want to cover, the rest comes organically as I'm writing. For example, in Chapter 3, I did not plot the Pissa date thoroughly. My plan said "fluffy distraction date, but hes hallucinating," and eventually "Phil hallucinates an enderman which exposes he's not doing well so he confesses everything to Missa bc he can't bring himself to lie to him." I didn't plan them visiting an event venue, going on a picnic, taking pictures, anything casual they talked about before that point. I let it come out in the moment and allowed the pieces to just fall into place because over-planning something can sometimes choke the life out of it.

Though that could just be what works for me because I'm taking over a decade of roleplaying skills and fitting them to a fic. A lot of the scenes I write come out the same way I'd start a roleplay. You can see it most in the start of a chapter, because both require setting the scene before puppeting the character(s) within it.

And obligatory mention that the process isn't always linear, flowing perfectly, etc. Shit takes time and the first draft is not gonna be your last, even if only a single detail changes later. Don't expect perfection the first time, you'll limit yourself and you won't be satisfied later. It could straight up kill your motivation to write the thing at all. I've deleted whole paragraphs of text in chapter 4 because even though they were written beautifully, it wasn't what I wanted or didn't match my plan.

So basically:

Ride as long as you can on the initial idea. Milk as much Where Does This Go / What Happens Next from it as possible

Play to your strengths when writing. If you're good at describing setting or atmosphere, go nuts. If you're good at writing dialogue, weaponize that. Whatever you're best at writing, lean into that and it'll make your story shine.

Keep the things you need to conclude satisfyingly in mind. Figure out how you want to resolve the conflict(s) you've started, then steer the plot in that direction however you see fit. If you establish certain things, decide if you Need or Want to actually write it out rather than imply it happening/being done/whatever.

Make sure the events that connect two plot points together flow well and make sense, but leave room for improvising because things that unfold organically are important in order to avoid having a plot feel too "mechanical" so to speak. Not to mention things that miraculously fall into place and just fit in perfectly are super rewarding and motivating.

Don't be precious with your ideas. If something doesn't fit, suck it up and delete it (you can always copy/paste it elsewhere to keep it in case it works later on, or you're just so damn proud of what you wrote that you don't want to banish it to the void). Chances are when you rewrite the scene or steer it in a more logical direction, you'll write something you like even more. If you don't, sometimes sacrifices must be made and you can refine the new thing until it's to your liking as many times as you want. OR you can commit to the new thing you wrote, but make sure to make all the changes to your plot and such necessary to have that thing make sense and flow well with the rest of what you're writing.

And very important: If you're writing for something that has a Canon, make sure what you're doing makes sense for the character. Don't have a "he would not fucking say that" / "he does not have the emotional intelligence for that" (HUGE ONE. Modern fandom has a massive problem with bitching about characters not communicating, but if the character would not spill their guts to someone, don't fuckin do it!! Miscommunication sucks, but lack of communication is a device that often benefits plot and creates conflict necessary for an interesting story!!) / etc moment. Dig into the character's brain and understand how they work, take what you know about how they are in situations and in general and apply that. Binge read character analysis for help, your best resources are your fellow fandom mates who are insane about their little guys. Consult them if you can't find any analyses, they'll write you a whole essay often times. Characterization is extremely important and many readers just straight up won't read your thing if you're butchering their special guy. For example, Phil is deeply allergic to sharing his burdens and hates the idea of putting his friends in danger. Obviously I'm not gonna have him venting to anyone who'll listen that he's being possessed by a god they don't even know of and that he needs their help. Even when you're writing an AU, that will rarely ever make the character's canon way of being irrelevant, you just have to think about how those traits would look in your universe/specific situation. There's still even more nuance to this I won't cover, but just keep in mind that writing a character accurately matters!

[daffodi1]

My dad was obsessed with teaching me obedience, and more obsessed with teaching through stories. I was little when he sat me down and told me the tale of Daedalus and Icarus

I was awed by the tale of the brilliant inventor and how he

one

by

one

collected feathers and used candle wax to make pairs of wings for himself and his son. But the part my father wanted me to hear was the part where Icarus ignored his father's instructions:

flying toward the radiant, shining sun,

which melted the wax holding his wings together,

causing him to fall into the ocean.

"This is why you should always listen to your parents. Never be a disobedient Icarus," he stressed with a wagging finger, "Or you'll drown just like he did."

I swore up and down then that I'd never be an Icarus, that I'd obey every word without question, disregarding my own desires.

The sun may be beautiful, but it wasn't worth dying, was it?

(Or worse, breaking my father's heart.)

He told me that he knew it wasn't a promise I could keep forever.

I wonder, then, why he got so angry when he found out that he was right.

---

My mom held me by my chubby toddler arm, slathering purple sunscreen on my skin, while I whined and moaned and tried to wriggle away.

I didn't like the way it smelled,

the greasy film it left behind,

the way it made the powdery sand stick to my skin

or the way her manicured nails dug into me.

I just wanted to play in the ocean-- to dive into those cold, blue waves, away from the scorching sun.

"Stop being such a brat," she told me, "If you don't wear the sunscreen, you'll get burned."

How could I make her understand that it already burned?

Eventually, I asked her to let me put my own sunscreen on and I learned that uncomfortable things hurt less when you're inflicting them on yourself.

---

My parents fought every day.

Them the soldiers, my sister and I the battlefield.

Who were we supposed to obey?

Whose secrets were we supposed to keep?

Whose opinion were we supposed to agree with?

Which one were we supposed to love more?

Because we didn't know, they fired their rifles at us instead since anyone who isn't an ally is an enemy.

I wondered then how Icarus must have felt in that prison cell alone with his father-- looking at nothing but rows of grey stone and listening to nothing but the drip drip drip of water, and how at night he couldn't even see the stars.

I wonder how the sun must have looked to somebody who grew up that way-- like a brilliant jewel, refracting its rays from clouds that looked as soft as goose down, with light as warm and inviting as the embrace of a lover.

How could he not want to get closer?

How could he not be enthralled?

I started to think that Icarus was lucky.

I wondered if I would ever get to see that light for myself someday-- my sky covered in nuclear ash, my sun choked by the fallout.

---

I was in college when I learned that the original myth of Daedalus and Icarus was supposed to warn against hubris, and about balancing between extremes.

Not one word of it was about disobedience, as my father said.

It's just like him to make a story like that about control.

---

I've decided that I'm going to be Icarus after all; except this time, I'm going to make my own wings. I'm going to claim the heavens for myself, and fly up, and down, and swirl around the clouds.

I'm going to reach for the sun and bask in its warmth. I'm going to dance in its colorful light, and kiss its rays as they caress my skin. Even if they threaten to scorch me. Even as they send me plummeting down.

And as the wax melts and my feathers fall, I'm going to close my eyes as I sink into the ocean. I'm going to let it soothe my burns, and listen to the sound of the waves.

And as the cold water begins to fill my lungs and I gasp for air, I'll relish in the fact that even this agony is my own.

[thegirlwondcr]

"I'd much rather be rotting in a cell than hearing this." A bold claim, but at least then she wouldn't feel the ache she was slowly starting to feel. "You hate me and I hate you." She established out loud, the only crutch she had for argument, even if it was an assumption of what he felt towards her. A fake death certificate, very much felt like a sign of hatred in her eyes.

This night just kept on getting worse. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She definitely did not plan on cursing at all around her adoptive father, but that was before he turned out to be her current number one enemy. Some of her anger did fade, but not in a way that could help him. Her heart was breaking. "You...you adopted me...the only person to ever want to is the guy who...this all is a trick?" It made sense to her, no one ever wanted to adopt her and suddenly the richest man in Gotham showed interest? Of course, it was too good to be true. She shook her head. "You tricked me." Now the anger was coming back, now seeing that Batman was Gotham's playboy...well he was less intimidating...and she knew he had an injured knee.

It hurt, being faced with what she assumed was the reality of the situation. He didn't actually want her. Why would he? No one else did. Why did she think he would be different? He was just like the rest--no, he was worse. Far worse. Maybe she could not get back at him and make him feel what she felt now, but she could make him feel some pain. That's when she charged at him, going for his weak point first, she kicked at the outer side of his knee in an attempt to make it buckle before swinging a punch at his jaw. "My mom's not dead, you never cared about me, and you'll never be a father to me." She said it over and over, using all the energy she had at this hour. Her words getting choked up on tears and her knuckles aching as she kept hitting his chest plate.

🦇—-;; Bruce folds his arms under his chest, under his cape that material scraping lightly across the floor as he does so. The silver and black symbol stood out now though. His eyes remained narrowed at her, because he'd reiterate his point that he had no reason to lie at her as many times as he wants, if she refused to believe him that was her prerogative.

He's quiet for a moment, though his top lip does curl up as he snarls. "Again, I gain nothing from lying to you, kid." He says, voice more firm than it had been previously, dipping dangerously into an octave of thinly veiled rage. Thou truthfully it's not anger he feels prominently, it's worse, it's sorrow, mixing with his pre-existing grief. And a pain he understands as a child who'd lost both his parents at a young age. "If I really wanted to get back at you for telling me you hated my guts, this is a very cruel way to do it. When I could have easily just told the police where you went. And you wouldn't be here, in Wayne Manor, you'd be in a prison cell. That is the kind of petty thing I'd do if I really wanted to get back at you. Not this."

He shifts a little and he sighs a little and he shakes his head, there's a very tired look on his face under the cowl. He comes closer to her now, though not close enough to touch her but enough that he's not standing in the shadows as much. "I didn't want to ruin your life, so I let you go because I know what it's like to want to know more about my parents. I got eight years with mine and I feel like I barely know them." He says, he moved and his thumbs slide under the cowl and he pushes it back from his face, mindful not to claw at his face in the process. "I have no reason to lie to you because I'm the man who adopted you. I'd have lost you if your mother was alive and you found her and wanted to go to her, because I would have let you go, because that's what you want. And all I want is what's best for you."

[swanimagines]

IN THE DARKNESS | KAZ BREKKER

Based on Work Song by Hozier: When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to him - requested by anon

Summary: Pekka Rollins has a proposition for Kaz that's doomed to be turned down, but that's exactly why he uses Y/N to encourage Kaz to take his offer.

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Y/N (gn, they/them), Nina Zenik, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar, Pekka Rollins

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

A/N: Places itself to the time when Kaz had started to show his claws around Ketterdam and Pekka didn't know anything about his personal grudges. I hope you like it, it came out as a oneshot 💕 Also in case there's a hardcore Hozier fan who knows that the lyrics are wrong, yes, I changed "I'll crawl home to her" to "I'll crawl home to him" because a) this is gender neutral and b) I got an idea which needed that part to be changed for it to make sense 😄

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence

Word count: 1.4k

The evening at the Crow Club was dead silent except for Nina's soft sobs against Matthias' shoulder. Kaz just sat there, staring at the nothingness, clearly plotting for yet another revenge at Pekka Rollins.

Just that morning, you and Kaz had encountered some Dime Lions at the Dreg territory. Of course, you took most down, but as Kaz was fighting one of the bigger guys, he didn't notice how you had gotten surprised from behind, knocked out and taken away. It quickly became clear that it had been a trap, and those Dime Lions were supposed to be sentenced to death or badly injured in order to kidnap you. And when Kaz had noticed that you're gone, he knew it had been a trap.

He had been so stupid. Of course it had been a trap, Dime Lions were too smart to be on the Dreg territory in so small numbers, and they knew that stepping into Dreg territory basically means fire on sight, no questions asked. And Kaz knew where you had been taken to, and Pekka wanted him to come alone.

So he had gone to the Emerald Palace, where you had been tied to a chair in Pekka's office, and Kaz wanted to kill everyone in the room when he saw you. There was dried blood at the corner of your mouth, multiple bruises were forming around your body and your arm looked dislocated. You couldn't even move your fingers, as they had all been broken.

"You'll pay for this," Kaz hissed, clenching his fists tightly.

"Oh, I know," Pekka smirked, and gestured to you. "Sweet, sweet Y/N, who has stolen the heart of a boy who has more reputation than most here at the Barrel."

Kaz's eyes narrowed dangerously. He could tell that you were barely conscious, but you tried to shake your head anyway.

"I didn't tell him anything, Kaz," you choked out through your bloody lips.

Pekka rolled his eyes, and a goon beside you hit you with his gun. "You won't speak unless you're spoken to by boss!" he growled.

"So," Pekka said, turning to Kaz. "Did you really think you could just walk into my territory and take what you want? To try to hurt me?"

Kaz snarled, "I'd do anything to hurt you and your gang."

Pekka laughed, clapping his hands together mockingly. "Yes, and that's exactly why I have a proposition for you. Something you won't like, but that's why Mx. L/N is here to help you make that decision. You have a mind, will to hurt, to make people suffer. If only you weren't such an idiot and work for that old Haskell... you could be so much more within my ranks."

"Shut up!" Kaz yelled, and then his eyes darkened as he growled, "I'd never join you."

"I don't know what has Haskell done or promised to you for you stay so loyal to him, but if you don't start behaving, someone is going to get hurt," Pekka replied, and then he turned to you. "Speaking of that, let's talk about your friend here. Or rather, your partner. You love them, is that correct?"

Kaz didn't answer anything. He just kept glaring at Pekka.

"Yes, yes, you're very protective," Pekka said, rolling his eyes. "But we can work with that. In fact, if you help us, you might get to keep them. They're quite a prize, aren't they? Strong, loyal, brave...and young. What's more, they seem to have a knack for getting into trouble. Why, I wonder? I thought you'd teach them better for the rules of the Barrel as you chose to love them... but as you surely know, loyalty and love are weaknesses and can be used against you."

Kaz remained silent. Pekka grinned again.

"What do you say? Will you join our little group? And what's more, will you make sure that your precious Y/N doesn't end up in any further danger?"

Again, Kaz remained silent.

"You know what, Brekker?" Pekka said, leaning forward. "You're not good enough for them. At least, not yet. So, I'll give you one chance. One last chance. Join the Dime Lions, leave that old Haskell and join my ranks, we could have use for you."

"Kaz, don't," you squeaked out, only to be silenced by the same goon beside you.

Kaz hated himself for actually considering it - Pekka was the reason Jordie was dead, he hated him and working for him was the last thing he'd do. You knew that Pekka had killed Jordie, too.

If he said no, Pekka would likely kill you. If he said yes - he would betray Jordie's memory. Neither option was good. But the question was, which was worse?

After a while of him just staring at Pekka, he lifted his chin up just a tiniest bit.

"I'll never join you."

And the moment those words left his mouth, he felt a sting in his stomach. Regret. But he still couldn't bring himself to take his decision back.

Pekka sighed, leaning back into his desk and tutted. "I was afraid you would say that. Very well. I have no option than to let your precious Y/N go, then."

Pekka nodded at the goon who untied your straps and forced you to stand up and walk up to Kaz. You barely got to make an eye contact with him before a shot was heard, and you fell to the ground, lifeless. They all laughed, but Kaz heard it as distant echoes as he saw a puddle of blood forming around you, and soon he felt himself being dragged out, your body being thrown next to him to the rainy street.

He had brought you to the Slat, vomiting a few times while at it, almost fainting on the street, but despite that he forced himself to keep going, and once he was at the Slat, he told his Crows to help you to be ready to be buried. After that, everything had been black.

So there they were, the six of Crows sitting around the Slat's main space, Nina still sobbing against Matthias' shoulder, Inej sitting on the windowsill, just staring blankly at the rain outside, Jesper's jokes gone for once and instead, deep in his thoughts as Wylan held his hand with tear-stained cheeks, and Kaz - Kaz just staring at the spot on the floor, clenching and unclenching his jaw. Only seeing his expression told everyone that he planned for a cruel, slow, torturous murder for Pekka Rollins for killing you.

You were on the table at the cold store room, as the ground was too frozen to dig right now. After a while of everyone just sitting there, Nina's sobs faded away, and she lifted her head from Matthias' shoulder.

"I hear a heartbeat," she choked out. "It sounds like... Y/N's heartbeat."

Everyone but Kaz turned to look at her. Kaz just took in a deep sigh. "Don't play games with me, Zenik."

"No, Kaz, wait..." Kaz heard Nina stand up and slowly making her way towards the cold store room, wiping her eyes and nose in the process. "What if they survived? Sometimes our body goes to shock after injury, and our heartbeats slow down so much that even heartrenders have difficulty hearing it. It's rare, I've never experienced anything like it, but..."

Her tone sounded hopeful now, and Kaz hated it. "Stop it, Zenik."

"Kaz-" Inej tried to intervene and he snapped to look at her, with eyes that made her shut up.

"They can't be alive, they can't be. They were shot, they lost a lot of blood and Nina didn't detect a heartbeat. They're dead." he growled, but Nina was already going to the cold store room.

"Oh Saints!" she exclaimed. "Matthias, come quick, we have to get Y/N to their bed, and they need lots of blankets!"

Kaz's eyes widened at her words - Y/N was alive?

They can't be, a voice inside him said. You're destined to be alone.

But after a couple of weeks, seeing you open your eyes for the first time after being shot, made all his remaining doubts melt away. You were alive, you were breathing. You wouldn't be yet another thing that would fuel Kaz's ruthless reputation - you were home.

"I'd always come home to you - by crawling if not else," you had croaked out when Kaz had told you that they all thought you're dead, and you would have been buried alive if ground hadn't been frozen over.

Pekka would still pay for what he did to you, but he wouldn't have to pay for your death. You were alive, you were breathing. And that was the greatest thing that mattered.

[theycallme-thejackal]

Snowflakes melting on your skin

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

As she looks up at the billboard showing Gordon Ford's face, she feels a jacket being draped over her shoulders, a familiar scent flooding her senses.

"Jesus, Miriam, you'll catch your death out here."

She laughs softly and turns to look up at her ex-fiancé. "What on earth are you doing out here?" She asks, her voice raised over the howling of the blizzard around them.

Benjamin shrugs. "I liked Lenny Bruce’s act so much when we saw him on our first date, I thought I'd get tickets to see him tonight. And since I'm a donor..."

"You got to come backstage and enjoy the party," she finishes. He guides her back toward the theater, leading her into the (thankfully still open) lobby.

The snow starts to melt on her skin, and she brushes the droplets from her face. "Figured I might see you here," he says. When she looks at him questioningly, he adds, "You’re friends, right?"

Midge nods. "I'm not so sure about that right now," she admits. "He, um...just spent a good amount of time yelling at me."

His face contorts in confusion. "Why?"

"I've been making some...questionable career choices lately. I got booted from the Shy Baldwin tour for...well suffice it to say, I deserved it."

Benjamin considers her for a moment. "You know, when I was doing my internship at the hospital, I had to perform an appendectomy for the first time. Everything was fine, but I failed to finish off the suture correctly," he explains.

"That sounds bad."

"It was. The patient got an infection, and my attending had to go back in and fix my work. For weeks, I couldn't even pick up a scalpel without my hands shaking - I was so scared of making another mistake."

"Well you do work in a life-or-death profession," she points out, lifting her brows.

"And one day I was sitting in the on call room, freaked out about another procedure I was scheduled to perform, and my attending comes in and hands me my ass."

She chuckles. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah. There was a lot of cursing - he smacked me upside the head at one point - and then he said, Man up. You made a mistake. Just don't do it again." Benjamin smiles softly and shakes his head. "And I went back in and performed the surgery exactly like I knew I should. I've never made that mistake since."

Midge exhales slowly as the weight of his anecdote hits her. "I hurt someone I really care about. And then I hurt someone else I care about even more. I just..." She feels herself starting to tear up. "I don't know how to stop."

He sighs, shaking his head. "I don't know how to say this without sounding like the bitter ex..."

"Give it to me straight," she replies. "I...I hurt you. And you've yelled at me already, but you are more than deserving of another shot," she reasons, bracing herself.

He considers her for a moment before finally saying, "Start thinking about other people. You can be an incredibly compassionate person, but you are also...so very selfish."

Midge worries her lip between her teeth. She knows he's right. All of the mistakes she's made in the last year were because of her own selfishness. Her pride. "That's absolutely fair."

"Stop making everything about you," he continues. "I don't know what mistakes you've made, but in all that time, have you considered how this affects Susie?"

That's what stops her heart. Because as much as she cares for Imogene, her parents, her kids...Lenny...the person she's fucked over the most in the last year is Susie. Her best friend. Her partner. "Shit," she mutters, burying her face in her hands. "I'm a fucking monster," she grumbles.

She feels Benjamin's hands grip her shoulders. "Just...start considering how your actions affect the people around you. You have good intentions, but you've gotta look at the end game."

His choice of words makes her choke out a mirthless laugh. "I've really fucked up," she says, dropping her hands and shaking her head.

“Then fix it,” he shrugs. “Make amends. I’d bet a year’s salary he’ll forgive you like that.” He snaps. Midge quirks a brow at him, and he chuckles. “All it took was one look at the guy to know he’s nuts about you.”

Midge sighs. “I was telling the truth when - ”

“I know you were,” he interrupts, waving his hand dismissively. “You didn’t handle things well, but I know you never lied to me.”

She looks up at him and cocks her head. “Why are you being so nice to me? I was awful to you.”

Benjamin smiles. “Because holding grudges isn’t healthy.” He leans in conspiratorially. “And I should know. I’m a doctor.”

It makes her laugh softly, and she looks toward the exit. “I should probably...”

“And I should go get the car. My girlfriend is waiting for me to bring it around.”

She raises her brows. “Girlfriend, huh?”

He nods in confirmation. “Her name is Beth. She’s beautiful and weird and a little mean.”

“Just how you like ‘em,” she replies easily.

“And you’ve got a friend to talk to, so...I’m gonna get out of your hair,” he says, jerking his thumb toward the doors.

She sighs with a grin and gives him his jacket. “Thank you, Benjamin. And...I really am sorry for how I treated you.”

He gives her a soft smile and a nod. “Thanks, Midge,” he says before heading out into the storm.

[tranakin-skywalker]

When we were made we were set apart But life is a test and I get bad marks Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming in

And

How am I ever gonna know peace? How will I ever see the light through the trees? I want to burn down everything we've begun I want to kill and eat my young Because I'm on my way to hell (Well, I've tried, God knows that I've tried) I'm on my way to hell (One time, two time, three time again)

And

How does everything start and end? Come gather now and lay this beast to rest I kept hearing trumpets, got my hearing checked Your father spoke a prophecy To think that I believed is self-centered of me There was something that I was trying to say But then I choked on it and now it’s getting kinda late

And

Yeah, you were right about me But can I get myself out from underneath This guilt that will crush me? And in the choir I saw our sad Messiah He was bored and tired of my laments Said, "I died for you one time, but never again"

And

Throw me that lifeline, The ship of fools I'm on will sink My own stone around my neck Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give Never hit the brakes There's no time to save him He's run out in the street Anybody know his name? I think I recognize him Sure it's him? Running from that mistake

And

I'd drown all these crying babies If I knew that their mothers wouldn't cry I'd hold them down and I'd squeeze real soft To let a piece of myself die It's hard to be the better man When you forget you're trying It's hard to be the better man

And

My heart is glowing flourescent, I want you to possess it I'm not a prophecy come true I've just been goddamn mean to you So what is this thing laced with Please don't replace me I surrender, embrace me Whatever I'm faced with

And

Once said, always said. I will hold the past over your head. I'll speak my mind whenever i feel slighted. I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge. So take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you. We slip concealed back to the keep. Concede to do the work for free. We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the neck of soldiers while they sleep.

And

And you've got your kind of brand new face on Where all the skin's pulled thin and taut And every kid you see starts crying So you stop going out for walks Well, I guess nothing can be perfect So here's a comforting thought At the bottom of the ocean Fish won't judge you by your faults

And

I'm hoping that in time, you can lay down All this weight you've been carrying around and maybe one day You'll find your way To climb on up out of your grave With the bits of you you managed to save And for the last time Yeah, you say good-bye

Literally every Brand New song is about Anakin Skywalker.

Degausser? Anakin

Noro? Anakin

Sink? Anakin

Mene? Anakin

Can't Get It Out? Also Anakin

[everythingthemoontouches]

Pile 2 (Baby on lap)

🤱How do babies see you? +

you as a baby 🥺💕

Pick your pile here.

Now babies are some of the purest souls on the planet. They're a blank canvas. Untouched by hate or deceit, it's said that they're good judges of character. This reading could also be how people in a position of vulnerability, with zero malice towards you would describe the first impression your soul has on them. Please reblog, leave feedback if this resonates💐

Proud momma.

They gaze at you in adoration. There's this feeling of awe. Divinity and love. You're patient. Caring. Babies have heart eyes for you. Just this week I read about how babies can't see much further than 8-14 inches for the first 3 or so months. It's the perfect distance to gaze up at mom during feeding time. It's like you're this ocean of maternal adoration.they feel completely safe, warm and loved in your presence. I think you inspire vulnerability in people.

You may come across as someone who is scared to hold babies. Like you'll love them from a distance or coo at them as they lie in their cradle. Perhaps you're shy when it comes to receiving blessings. Nervous. New mum energy for sure. A bundle of nerves. The good kind. Did I say loving yet? Just a very high degree of emotional happiness and devotional energy. Highly spiritual. Benovelent Cancer / Pisces placements. Vv heavy water sign energy. Emotionally intelligent, intuitive and vv protective of those you consider your people (family).

Your energy as a baby seems kinda funny in comparison. I feel like you were a territorial kid who didn't like to see their grownups playing with other babies. 'Why are you cheating on me with that 3 month old 😡aren't I cute enough vibes 🥺 It's quite cute really.

My adults are my adults. None of your adults - you to other babies at some point.

I think your family may have humored you. People like to feel wanted and your possessiveness was something that endeared you to them. You know how IN friends Phoebe enters Emma into a baby beauty contest and Emma wins? I think you were that pretty chubby baby. I really think you may have started life in your venus mahadasha. There's a lot of love, warmth and being treated / viewed as a trophy. I don't mean that in a negative light. Just that you were a beautiful child and your parents liked to dress you up and show you off. See in astrology, the 5th house is the house of confidence and self esteem and it also denotes children. You were literally the golden child.

We all have a purpose. And yours is love.

Honestly. I'm falling short on words. So I'm gonna tell you a story. A day before my niece was born she visited me in a dream. One night before she was born I knew it was gonna be a girl. The first time I visited her my heart felt so full, like it was ready to burst with love. I knew I'd happily walk into traffic on autopilot if she were at even the slightest chance of risk. There's something all encompassing 💟about the way you love. She had us all wrapped around her finger, we would literally chase after her for two hours to get her to drink like 2 spoons of water. I was hardly 15 at the time but I remember thinking if this is how I felt about a niece how much power children actually had over their moms. You love so unconditionally that your throat chokes up by how strong your feelings are. Happy tears

Selfless, devotional love. The kind hymns are written about. I'm tearing up at the depth because it feels so pure and wholesome.

Also they loved to squish your cheeks. I literally saw a baby girl in a pretty outfit getting her cheeks squished as I was reading for your pile. Also that you were a slow and steady learner. May have started walking / talking a little later than others. Nothing to be concerned about. Just slow and steady. Like you know that joke where a kid doesn't talk for 6 years untill one meal where he complains about the vegetables. The parents, visibly relieved ask him why he hasn't spoken so far, to which the child replies ' everything was perfect so far'You're a bit like that pile 2.im not saying you're nitpicky. Just that you take some time to get your bearings before you act. Like you need to be sure before you do. It's a steady, grounded energy. Like you're strengthening your roots before the shoot unfurls aboveground.

OK, I know I shouldn't take sides but you're my favorite grownup already 🥺💖🥰

[bubblegum---bitch]

Stolas x reader: Breakup

Your phone has been ringing like crazy for half an hour, sooner or later they'll get the hint that you didn't want to talk to or see anyone.

It wasn't enough that you just came down from the first mental breakdown you've had in years, but now your fake ass friends were trying to talk to you, as if it would fix anything.

You should have seen it coming anyways. Anything so mind numbingly perfect and wonderful always turns out to be bullshit.

Stolas was suppose to be different. Yes he was married and a prince of hell, but you atleast thought he cared about you as much as he said he did.

All you ever wanted from anyone was honesty and trust, was that too much to ask for even in hell?

Moxxie and Millie were everything you ever wanted. Someone you can go to when things got rough, who would never betray or hurt you no matter what.

They had it all, so why was it so hard for you to have that too? Maybe you loved too hard, maybe you were too clingy or you were just not as satisfying as you though you were to him.

Maybe that's why he ran to Blitzø in the first place, because he had more to offer Stolas than you did.

Just thinking about how you caught them together made you cover your head with the blanket you were curled up in. You could still hear them in your head moaning and calling eachother's name while you stood outside Blitzø's office door.

You couldn't seem to move even when Moxxie and Millie walked into the room and saw you by the door totally paralyzed.

"Y/n honey what are you doing here? Blitz said you weren't coming today." Millie had asked innocently but soon realized what was going on right behind the door.

"How long has this been going on? Did you two know about..this?" You asked with hot tears rolling down your face.

"Y/n.. it's not what you think.. he.. they..we.. we didn't want you to find out like this hun."

"So you knew that they've been fucking eachother behind my back? That all this time I've been played for a complete fool while the rest of you said nothing?!!!" The anger inside you that had been dormant had boiled over and the only thing you could remember doing was kicking the door off of it's hinges.

And just as it sounded, your so called bestfriend and boyfriend were on the table top naked doing only Satan knows.

You're sure you cursed at all of them and almost killed someone, but you'll always remember the look of guilt and shame on each of their faces.

The ones you considered family and the love of your life had all stabbed you in your back and left their knives in while you bled out.

You couldn't stand being in the same room as them anymore so you ran. Ran through the pouring rain to the only place you felt safe anymore.

When you got home, you destroyed everything in sight and burned anything that was given to you from your former friends and lover and anything that remotely reminded you of them.

Thunder was rumbling in the sky now but you hardly noticed. It was nothing compared to the emptiness you were feeling now.

You suddenly heard loud banging from your front door. A voice was calling out your name but the rain drowned the noise out enough for you to ignore them.

Did they honestly expect you to get up and greet them? Were they that selfish that they couldn't leave you to die inside in peace?

"Y/n darling, I know you're in there please open up!"

That was definitely Stolas' voice.

"I need to explain it's not what you think! I mean, it was but I never wanted to hurt you like this."

"I know this is all my fault and I can't begin to apologize but I promise you I'll tell you anything you want to know. Please just say something. I can't loose you. Not like this." He slid down the door, he clutched his head in his hands.

The look of betrayal he saw on your face had broken his heart in ways even he couldn't understand. He loved you with every part of his being, but somehow he let himself be lost in the pleasure he and Blitzø have. He couldn't even remember when it all started but he knew that he wasn't doing it after all of this.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but please understand that I never meant for this to happen." But it did, and now he was outside your door crying while you laid on your destroyed floor with no tears left to cry.

Hours had seemed to pass. The thunder had subsided but it was still raining and the room had become colder.

You found the strength to uncurl yourself from the floor and approach the front door. You knew he was still there, waiting for you.

"Do you love him?" You asked softly at the door.

"I.. I don't know. I wanted to figure it out but I never wanted to hurt you. But please know that I do love you Y/n, from the moment we met I've loved you, I'd do anything to fix this."

He actually sounded genuinely sad, for having been caught or the thought of losing you, you didn't know.

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes I'll do anything you wish."

"Then don't ever come back here. You broke my heart and this relationship is over. Whatever you feel or think you feel for Blitzø figure it out but don't you dare think I'll be here when you do. That is what I want, and I'm not accepting anything else."

"Please, don't do this we can fix this. I'll do anything else you want Y/n but I can't loose you!"

"STOP BEING SO FUCKING SELFISH STOLAS! You did this, you are the cause for all of this and this is what I want. If you claim to love me so much stay the fuck away from me. You and the rest of them at I.M.P can go fuck yourselves and I mean it. I am done with them and I'm done with you. So get the fuck away from my apartment and you better pray to Satan I don't kill you the next time I see you."

It was dead silent on the other side but you knew he was still there. He couldn't seem to speak after your outburst just now. Was he truly that selfish to not want you to go? Was it better for you to hate him but he'd still be able to keep you close?

He was use to having his cake and eat it too, so what you were asking of him was not only against his very nature as a prince, but as a man that loved you.

"If.. that is what you wish, I will grant it. I know I've made a mess of things, but I wouldn't stop trying to fix this, somehow I'll make things right Y/n I promise you." His voice was choked up now, he sounded like a wounded animal that was begging for help, but you didn't have the energy or motivation to comfort him.

"Goodbye Stolas."

You left him there and went into your room to escape his presence. He wasn't going to stop you knew that, but you were going to show him that you meant what you said.

There was no forgiveness for anyone to get and there was nothing that could change what happened. Not even Satan himself.