#i'm too shy to actually speak out and say that i'm the author on their post itself

[bettelaboure]

⊹Idol Boy⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

eighth part in series "Course in Chemistry"

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⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: sexual tension, embarrassment, mature language, peer pressure, and high school dynamics involving gossip and judgment

⊹ Summary: Y/N helps Seung-Hyun explore his sexual curiosity through an intimate and consensual encounter that begins with erotic media and leads to mutual physical exploration

⊹ Author's note: I gave you a cherry and then took it away. I'm sorry, loves

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The locker room is quiet now—no echoing moans or skin meeting skin. Just the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the steady drip of a leaky faucet.

Seung-Hyun’s weight is still draped over you, but his body has gone still, muscles loosening one by one as the aftermath settles in. His forehead rests lightly against your shoulder, lips parted as he catches his breath. The confidence he wore minutes ago—the low voice, the commanding gaze—is melting away with every heartbeat.

You run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, brushing it from his eyes. “You okay?”

He nods once but doesn’t speak.

You wait, giving him space, your other hand still resting on the curve of his back. And slowly, like a tide retreating from shore, he lifts himself off you—careful, even gentle now—and reaches for his shirt. His hands tremble slightly as he pulls it on inside out.

“I… uh…” he starts, voice cracking.

You sit up, covering yourself with the nearest hoodie. “What is it?”

He doesn't meet your gaze. Instead, he focuses on the floor, cheeks flushing with a color that deepens with every passing second. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so—um…” His voice drops into a near-whisper. “So forward.”

Your chest softens. “Seung-Hyun.”

He finally looks at you, and the vulnerability there is stark. Like someone who’s just woken up from a dream and isn’t sure what to do with the reality left behind.

“That wasn’t… normal for me,” he admits, voice raw. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. A lot. You. But not like that—not like I’d actually… do it. I don’t usually—God.” He rubs a hand over his face, embarrassed. “I sound like a creep.”

You cross the space between you, touch his arm. “You don’t.”

He glances at your hand, then back at your face, eyes searching. “I’ve never been like that with anyone. Not even close. I don’t know what came over me. I just… lost it, I guess. You were—”

“Worth losing it for?” you offer, smiling gently.

His ears go red. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Eventually, he huffs out a breath and nods. “Yeah.”

There’s silence again. But it’s softer now. Comfortable.

You lean your head against his shoulder, and he doesn’t flinch away. Just sits there beside you, close but careful, as if afraid to shatter the moment by moving too much. His fingers twitch against his thigh, and after a second, you slide your hand into his.

He holds on like he’s not sure he deserves it.

“I liked both sides of you,” you say quietly. “The bold one, and the one who’s sitting here with me now. They’re both you.”

He exhales, tension visibly leaving his shoulders. “You make it easy to forget I’m shy.”

You smile. “That’s okay. I like reminding you that you don’t always have to be.”

For the first time since the shift, he looks at you and really smiles—not the cocky one from earlier, but a real, honest one that reaches his eyes.

“I still want to see you again,” he says, tentative but sincere.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The school felt louder than usual.

Maybe it was just the way you were noticing everything. Chairs scraping, lockers slamming, footsteps echoing. Or maybe it was the way people looked at you—too long, too curiously. But more likely, it was because he was somewhere in the building.

Seung-Hyun.

You hadn’t spoken since leaving each other’s side the night before. No texts. No unread messages waiting. It didn’t feel like avoidance, though. More like… a mutual hesitation.

He wasn’t in his seat when you entered the classroom.

Not until the bell rang did he slip in, hood up, sleeves tugged over his hands. He didn’t glance at you. Just sat, quietly, same as always, pulling out his notes with robotic precision. If anyone noticed the extra space between your chairs, or the way you didn’t greet each other, they didn’t say a word.

The silence between you was thick. Not hostile. Just full. Packed with things that didn’t have language yet.

The day bled on like that. In the hallway, in the cafeteria, in the moments your paths nearly crossed—you'd look up just as he turned away, or he'd shift a step to the side when your shoulders almost touched.

You weren’t sure what that meant—just convenience, or a return to the secrecy that always seemed to follow him. 

The next day, by the third period, you’d already caught him looking twice. And you were angry at him. You didn’t set on the mind why you were furious, but you were.

Once by the lockers. Once in History, when he thought you wouldn’t notice. You always noticed. That’s kind of your thing — knowing who’s watching.

He didn’t look at you the way everyone else did, though. Not with awe, or irritation, or even the usual boyish lust. Seung-Hyun looked like he was scared of you. Like he’d touched something forbidden and now didn’t know where to put his hands.

Too bad for him — you weren’t going to let him off easy.

You flopped into the chair next to his in the English classroom, ignoring the flash of tension across his face. “Hey, tutor,” you said breezily, unwrapping your gum and popping it in your mouth like you hadn’t had his hands in your hair two days ago.

He blinked at you. “Hi.”

Just hi.

You turned slightly, elbow on the desk, chin in your hand. “So… am I still failing English, or did your magical brain fix me?”

He opened his notebook like it was a shield. “You haven’t submitted the last assignment yet. And your vocabulary section was only half filled out.”

You blew a bubble, loud enough to make him flinch. “That’s a yes, then.”

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smirk. Just stared at the edge of his desk like it was suddenly fascinating.

The teacher started talking, and you leaned back, pretending to listen — but you weren’t. You were watching the little things. The way he chewed the inside of his cheek. How his fingers tapped silently under the desk. How he never looked at you again.

By the time the bell rang, you caught up to him in the hallway.

“You running away from me now?” you asked, hand on your hip.

“I’m not,” he said too quickly.

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, and now your patience was thinning. “Okay, so what is it? You don’t want to keep tutoring me? You regretting... whatever the hell that night was?”

That got his attention.

“No,” he said sharply. “I don’t regret it. That’s not—”

He shut his mouth. Looked away again. You waited.

Finally, he mumbled, “I just don’t know what you want from me.”

You scoffed. “I asked you to help me pass English, not marry me.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You stepped closer, low enough that he had to look at you. “I want you to stop acting like I’m a ghost. I want you to be the same guy who kissed me like it meant something and then showed up the next day like nothing happened.”

He was staring again — that dazed, wide-eyed stare like he couldn’t keep up with your mouth, let alone your mind.

“You’re... intense,” he said finally.

You smirked. “And you’re slow. Come on, Idol Boy. I’m still failing English. You tutoring me today or not?”

He blinked. Hesitated. Then finally nodded.

You turned on your heel, satisfied.

It was weird, the way he always arrived exactly on time — never early, never late. Like he calculated the most efficient distance from denying you to needing you, and arrived there on the dot.

When you opened the door to your room, he stood there awkwardly with his backpack slung over one shoulder, hair slightly damp from a rushed shower. He looked clean. Too clean.

You, of course, looked like chaos.

Legs curled on your bed, hoodie too big, pen in your mouth, and one notebook flipped open to a page with three whole words scribbled across it:

Macbeth = insane.

He didn’t even glance at it. “We’re working on vocabulary first,” he said, walking past you like he hadn’t been avoiding eye contact for 48 hours.

“Excited to see me, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he muttered.

“Yes,” you corrected, smug.

You scooted over to make room. He sat on the edge of your bed like it was rigged with explosives.

You leaned in, all playful menace. “You're lucky I made you come last time.”

He choked. On air. On shame. On you. “What?.”

You grinned as his ears flushed pink. He started flipping through a vocab list like it would save his life.

You let him flounder a bit — let the silence hang heavy before leaning close enough that your thigh brushed his.

“Relax,” you said in a voice softer than expected. “It’s just me.”

He looked at you then. Like he was trying to solve a problem he didn’t want to finish. His jaw clenched. “It’s not just anything with you.”

You liked that. Too much.

The English part came first. You let him focus, let him guide — even if you rolled your eyes through half the lecture.

He corrected your grammar. You pretended not to understand just to make him frustrated. He told you again that "they're, their, and there" weren’t interchangeable. You told him he should learn to moan properly before correcting your contractions.

He made a face like you’d slapped him with a Shakespeare play.

But he didn’t stop you when you leaned closer. Didn’t stop your fingers when they traced up the line of his arm. He just froze — stiff, silent, overwhelmed — like every single time.

And that’s when your tutoring started.

You whispered near his ear, “Still can’t stop thinking about how good I made you feel?”

His breath hitched. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You climbed into his lap slowly, straddling him — like you had all the time in the world. He kept his hands politely at his sides until your hips moved once. Just once.

Then they shot up to your waist, fingers digging in, like he forgot how shy he was.

But even now, even with you that close, he looked almost afraid. Not of you. Of what you did to him. How easy it was for you to take control. To make him want you without even trying.

You kissed him slow. Not like a lesson. Like a question.

He answered. Not with words — but with the way he clutched you tighter. With the soft, desperate way he whispered your name.

It was new. Not like before. More careful. More real.

You pulled back slightly, lips barely brushing, and said, “You’re learning.”

He exhaled shakily, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes. “You’re teaching wrong.”

You smiled. “Then correct me, Idol Boy.”

For the first time ever — he did.

You weren’t used to being caught off guard. But Seung-Hyun… he did it. Right then.

When you told him to correct you, his hands tightened at your waist. His lips brushed yours, but instead of diving back in with that shy, shaky rhythm, he waited.

Eyes locked on yours, breath shallow.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking,” he said, voice low. Rough in a way that didn’t match the usual stammering boy who ducked his head at compliments.

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“I do,” you whispered. But it didn’t sound as sharp as you wanted. It came out unsure, like you weren’t sure who was in charge anymore. And maybe… that was okay.

His fingers curled slightly where they held you. You could feel the pressure of his hesitation, of his restraint, like he was pulling himself back from something he wanted — needed.

“You’re not scared of me, right?” you asked, quieter this time.

“I’m scared of what I’ll do if I stop holding back,” he said.

And just like that — the air changed.

You sat still in his lap, the tension coiling up between you. This wasn’t about seduction anymore. It wasn’t about who owed who. The tutoring thing — the deal — it was becoming something else. Something messier. Unspoken.

You watched his eyes darken as he leaned in again. His lips brushed your cheek first — not your mouth — soft and reverent, like he was testing the waters, asking permission.

You let him.

Then he kissed your jaw, slower this time, tracing the line to your neck, and the way your breath caught — he noticed.

“You okay?” he murmured into your skin.

You nodded, though your hands tightened on his shoulders. “Just didn’t expect you to take charge.”

He didn’t respond at first. He just moved — one kiss after another, just beneath your ear, your throat, then back to your lips. Like he was discovering something new. Something precious.

Like this was a study session and he was suddenly a straight-A student.

And you… you weren’t teasing anymore. You were melting.

You tried to make a joke — say something snarky, break the spell — but when his tongue barely touched your bottom lip, all you managed was a whimper. You hated how much control that gave him.

He felt it.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, but his gaze was steady now. “Lesson over?”

You blinked, dazed. “What lesson?”

He smirked — just a little — and it felt illegal coming from him.

“Exactly,” he said.

The air between you and Seung-Hyun had shifted again.

It wasn’t like the first time—when it felt like a reckless collision of chemistry, all heat and passion, rushing through you both without a second thought. No, this time, it was quieter. A slow burn that neither of you knew how to extinguish.

The days after your last encounter were strained, full of little silences and stolen glances. He was the same, but different. Shy and careful again, as though the space between your bodies and your hearts had somehow grown.

He was still the same Seung-Hyun you knew—a mix of awkwardness, charm, and a confidence that had always felt at odds with his vulnerability. But now, there was a new layer to him, a distance that had nothing to do with the space between your chairs. It was the kind of distance that only came when someone’s whole life was about to change.

You were sitting in your favorite spot at lunch when you saw him across the cafeteria, looking more out of place than usual. He was standing by the doors, talking to a group of teachers, his posture too stiff, his smile too tight. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but the glance they shared—brief, loaded—was all you needed.

It was him. He was leaving.

You weren’t sure how you knew, but the feeling settled in your stomach like lead. Your gut twisted as you watched him turn, giving a final look to the school as if trying to remember it in some way. The look he gave was almost nostalgic, the way someone looks at the end of a chapter in a book that changed them, even if they didn’t want it to.

You hadn’t even realized you were moving until you were standing in front of him, right by the doors, blocking his path.

He blinked at you, eyes wide with surprise. “I’m...”

“Leaving?” you finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

He looked down at his feet for a moment, as if gathering the courage to face you fully. When he met your eyes again, the weight of it hit you. This wasn’t just about you anymore. This wasn’t about the night you shared or the slow, building tension between you. This was about the life he was walking away from, a life you didn’t fit into anymore.

“I—I don’t know how to…” His voice trailed off as he looked at you, the words stuttering out like a confession. “I’m going to be homeschooled for the rest of the year. I’m... signing with YG Entertainment. I’m going to train for longer hours. Become an idol.”

His words hung in the air between you like a challenge and a farewell all at once.

It took a second for the meaning to sink in. YG Entertainment. Idol training. The dream. His dream.

“Oh,” you said quietly. You didn’t know what else to say. You weren’t sure how to react. Maybe you should have been proud. Or happy for him. But all you could feel was the inevitable gap widening between you, the pull of something bigger than whatever this had been.

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly unsure of what to do. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know if... if you’d even want to know. I didn’t—"

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” you said quickly. Your voice was steady, but inside, it felt like something inside you was unraveling. "I knew this was coming. I just didn’t know when."

His lips parted as if he were about to say something more, but no words came. You wanted to say something comforting, something to make this moment easier, but the truth was, you didn’t know what it felt like to be part of his world anymore. His world was shifting, and you were standing on the outside of it, watching.

The silence grew thick, both of you standing there, neither of you knowing what to do next.

“I guess I’m... another thing you have to leave behind,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. 

He exhaled, a long, slow breath. His shoulders sagged, and for a second, he looked like the shy boy you first met—the one who had never known how to navigate your presence without tripping over his own feet. The boy who was still learning how to be himself in a world that already had expectations of him.

“I wish I could stay. I do,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I have to go. This... this is what I’ve worked for. What I’ve dreamed of.”

You nodded, trying not to let the sting of finality settle too deep. “Yeah. I know.”

There was a pause, a beat where you just stood there, neither of you moving. Finally, you broke the silence.

“Take care of yourself, Seung-Hyun,” you said, the words coming out with more strength than you felt. “You’re going to do great things.”

He swallowed, nodding, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to hold on to something he couldn’t grasp.

You took a step back, your hands feeling too cold in the absence of his.

“You too,” he said, his voice catching just slightly. “I hope you figure it out.”

You didn’t answer at first, just offering him a small, tight-lipped smile.

Then, he turned and walked away.

You didn’t watch him go. Instead, you turned back to the hallway, letting your fingers brush the locker beside you. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you were the one left behind.

A few weeks later, the news hit the school: Seung-Hyun was officially part of the new K-pop group. He was training hard, just like he’d said. You tried to focus on your own life—on passing your classes, on dealing with your own mess. But every now and then, when you heard a song on the radio, you thought of him in the tabloids, it was like the world had shifted without you even realizing it.

He was out there. Becoming something bigger than you both. And you? You were still here. And maybe that was enough.

The chapter between you and Seung-Hyun was over. But somehow, it didn’t feel like the end.

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[galaxy-fleur]

Seeing my work get translated into my native language feels so utterly bizarre LMAO

Either way, I feel super flattered to see smth I made be shared around like that! Especially when I think about the effort put into translating it <3

[misayani]

MAGNETIC — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS AND YOU BEING THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THEM HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — IM FUCKING BAAAAAAAAACKKKK RAWGHHRRR !!!!!! writing this had me SWEATING considering the lack of information of them in the show. anddd im closing the requests for now. id like to work on the current requests in my inbox before i open it again ♡ [lowercase intended]

mi na —

- at first you were hesitant to confess your feelings to her because why  would she want to be with someone like you?

- and then you kept avoiding her and denying your feelings to avoid getting hurt 

- then, life surprises you, she kissed you on the night she took you out for a 'girlFRIEND date'

- AND THEN BAM !!! dating

- she's feisty and confident, you're gentle and shy

- mi-na is the type to be sassy and bitchy to everyone and then when it comes to you she turns into a total softie

- "thanos, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up—" "mi-na?" "yes honey?"

- SHE LOVES CALLING YOU SWEET NICKNAMES JUST TO SEE YOU MELT

- you'd think mi-na likes to be treated like a princess and then it turns out that she's the one treating YOU like a princess

- when you're speaking and someone completely cuts you off, without a second thought, she'll speak up

- "my girlfriend is speaking??"

- when someone's rude to you, she'll handle it for you

- "excuse me? watch your words when you're talking to her."

- she doesn't do this all the time though

- she wants you to learn how to speak up for yourself 

- but she definitely doesn't let it pass when someone crosses the line

- there was this one time where mi-na legit got into a catfight after someone humiliated you in front of many people

- she got humiliated in front of the people too but she DIDNT feel humiliated at all

- the bitch just messed with her girlfriend, and she just stepped up for you. what's humiliating about that?

- (outside squid game) let's say thanos is a mutual close friend you both have

- whenever he pisses her off, he immediately runs to you for defense since mi-na has a soft spot for you

- overall, mi-na likes taking care of you and you're gentle to her sooo it's a win-win for the both of you !!!

- she loves her shy gf so much, it makes her all mushy and softie

no eul —

- she's hard, you're soft

- oops i may have worded that wrong

- GRUMPY X SUNSHINE 

- you always wake her up with kisses and she'll open her eyes to the sight of you smiling at her

- then she'll complain, grumbling about your "unreasonable" optimism. but she literally lets you kiss her the whole time anyways !!

- no-eul constantly furrows her eyebrows at your cheery attitude as if she was judging you. BUT DEEP DEEP DOWN, her heart swells for you

- she might be grumpy through words, but it's the actions that speak louder

- if someone's mean to HER sunshine, expect their face to get fucked up

- her love language is acts of service btw!!!!

- you will never ever get to hold a door ever again when you're with her cs she'll always open them for you

- AND SHE LOVES GIVING YOU 'JUST BECAUSE' GIFTS

- "here." she hands you a boquet of sunflowers with A CUTE LITTLE NOTE ON THE SIDE THAT SAYS I LOVE YOU, "awhh thank you! but, what's the occasion?" and then she just shrugs

- back then, whenever the two of you got into an argument, a bad trait she used to do is to shut you out. while you, on the other hand, always wanted to talk things through and find solutions 

- after a few attempts, you eventually break her walls down and then she finally lets you in

- "...i'm sorry" "it's okay! we're in this together, 'kay?" 

- she feels so bad because what if you're just trying to put up with her 

- and then that worry completely washes away when she feels that you're actually genuine. 

- you don't just say sweet shit, you act them out.

- and she'll forever be thankful for you

- you're the reason why she wakes up everyday, you're the reason why she takes care of herself, you're the reason why she learned to love herself

se mi —

- this woman has a sharp tongue

- which can definitely be used in multiple ways but mostly for saying sarcastic remarks

- (in the games) she's expressive but then she's emotionally guarded at the same time. she won't be scared to speak her mind but she rarely shows her expressions physically

- oh gosh. her and her fucked up humor

- others may think she never takes shit seriously, but it's actually THEM she's not taking seriously

- she absolutely doesn't like openly-vulnerable people. it's not anything personal, she just thinks that it's stupid to show emotions like that in a death game like this where anyone could literally take advantage of you.

- and then here comes you, kind and empathetic

- you're the type to put others first before you, and she hates that fact, but not you

- you're expressive with your feelings also, but instead of being like her, who masks it perfectly with her sarcastic exterior, you're genuine.

- you believe that showing real emotions is a way to connect with people

- se-mi had observed you during the six-legged pentathlon. it amuses her seeing you work well with your team.

- she fucking hates the fact that you're just so kind and open to every one, not even thinking twice to help others.

- (outside squid game) while se-mi sees the world as harsh and unforgiving, you always tell her about the bright side and hope and some happy shit. and she didn't like that

- she didn't like how you're actually starting to make her see even just the tad bit good in some things

- and then the next thing she knows is that she literally starts to think about you in every single fucking thing

- she sees sunlight, she thinks of you. she sees flowers, she thinks of you. she sees butterflies, she thinks of you. man, even whenever she buys her favourite cherry ice cream, somehow the ice cream legit reminds her of you. because apparently, to her, ice cream gives off positive vibes ????? 

- and positive vibes are YOU !!

- over time, she may not admit it but she definitely cannot deny that she's starting to soften under your influence

- and who knows? maybe she's starting to see that kindness isn't always a weakness. 

jun hee —

- she's an introvert, you're an extrovert. need i say more

- junhee mostly keeps to herself, but unlike no-eul, she isn't totally closed-off

- she's quiet and won't react unless needed

- you on the other hand, reacts to everyfuckingthing

- somebody's hand gets too close to her belly? "GET AWAY!"

- you even audibly gasp when someone gives her a dirty stare

- (outside squid game) when jun-hee gets excited about something, she'll just smile. but it immediately drops as soon as she turns her head to look at you who almost fell on the floor, face first, because of jumping around like crazy.

- it amazes her a lot how you make it look easy to just start a conversation with a complete stranger

- now whenever you make friends, she also makes new friends, because you always introduce your girlfriend to them !! <3

- between the two of you, you're the one who usually initiates physical touch

- just simple and cute hugs here and there, sometimes kisses, sometimes more than kisses

- she's the type to show her love to you through simple gestures like making you your favorite tea, playing your favorite song on the TV, writing you notes before she goes out while you're still sleeping (awwhdjsjssk)

- and then you're the type to express your feelings VERY LOUDLY

- telling her "i love yous" whenever you always get the chance to which is like every minute—but you mean every single one everytime—, giving her tight hugs, prepping soft kisses on her face, demanding her to give you cuddles.

- everything needs balance, so jun-hee learned to socialize more and have fun while you learned to be more mindful whenever she needs her own quiet time

hyun ju —

- hyun-ju tends to be cool-headed and calm in most scenarios, while you are always on your toes and stressed and just so energetic overall

- hyun-ju shows love in subtle ways, like doing your hair or giving you quick pecks on the cheek ♡

- she never fails to notice it when you're stressed. she'd grab your hand and start massaging it softly

- whenever your friends invite you to a night out, you always ask them if you could bring hyun-ju !!!!

- it's simple: they refuse, you aren't going. if they say yes, then be prepared to have one of the best nights out in your lives BECAUSE hyun-ju is fun!!!! hello ? being an introvert does not mean you're not any fun

- hyun-ju would literally chug up every drink your friends give her

- and then theres you who's worried as fuck because what if she vomits???? and you HATE vomit, eugh !!

- the next morning comes and then hangover finally hits her

- you, being a good girlfriend, always brings her water and some pills to help her with the headache

- 'hyun-ju drink this' 'hyun-ju drink that' which results to her needing to pee like every 5 minutes

- she calms you down, telling you that she's fine and all she needs is you beside her

- literally just your presence

- and then despite having a headache, she would ask you to yap for her, she just loves hearing your voice

- overall, hyun-ju is forever thankful for you. she appreciates the fact that you're always alert about things but she also reminds you to let loose sometimes.

young mi —

- she's shy, you're not

- you're so mean for always teasing the poor girl

- but you can't help it, not when you always catch her staring at you

- "do you need anything? or do you just need me?" 

- give her a damn break

- not a day goes by without you hugging the hell out of her

- "you're so flufffyyyyyy babyy" "...thank you?.." 

- she always seeks comfort in you, since you're the one who keeps things exciting

- in public, young-mi doesn't speak up much, so you speak for her when needed

- "excuse me, you got her food wrong." "it's fine i swear!!"

- it's surprising but she's actually the one who initiates affection most of the time, she'd just shyly do it

- during arguments, she might struggle to express her feelings sometimes through words, and even when you're supposed to be mad at her, you still try to keep your calm and help her speak for herself

- it always ends up with the both of you apologizing to each other. you would never let your girlfriend sleep with a heavy heart, never.

- sometimes you'd surprise her with cute gifts like small trinkets or cute plushies !!! 

- as time goes by, young-mi slowly learns to speak up for herself, because, of course, you're not always going to be by her side. 

thanos — 

- PLAYFUL BF + SERIOUS GF

- he thinks you have such a hot resting bitch face

- LIKE HE'D LITERALLY INTERNALLY SQUEAL LIKE A HIGH SCHOOLER

- babygirl bf + girlboss gf <3

- you're never scared to speak up for yourself. thanos insists on punching anyone who does you wrong but you assure him that you're fully capable of doing that yourself

- "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND BRO!!"

- literally brags you to nam-gyu and talks about you almost all the time

- nam-gyu's fucking tired of it.

- people thinks this man fears no one?? he's fucking scared of YOU

- FOLDS WHEN U CALL HIM BY HIS FULL GOVERNMENT NAME

- "cmon baby, give thanos a kiss." "choi su-bong." "what:(("

- but when nam-gyu learns about his full name and starts teasing him about it and calling him that:

- "hey, only she's allowed to call me that. mind your business." "dang okay bro" 

- literally goes crazy when he texts you something and you reply with an "ok."

- "the fuck did i do nowww"

- he internally cheers when you're on your period because that'll mean you'll ask him for kisses and hugs

- "baby, let's cuddle please" "oh look at what we have here now—" "nevermind." "NO! yes, yes, let's cuddle"

- to others, he's tough and mighty but when it comes to you, he submits

- LMAO when he tries to call you by your full name to try and reverse the roles, you just give him a weird look and that made him want to bury himself 6 feet under.

- he's very very clingy, would literally sulk when you don't give him a goodbye kiss before you leave the house 

- when you're in a bad mood, he tries his best to cheer you up, like rapping random sweet shit to you or attempting to dance in front of you. keyword: attempting

- and as soon as he saw that small smile form on your face, he almost felt like everything went slow motion

- you're so gorgeous, he's down bad for you

- but he genuinely feels happy once he knows that you're fine now because of him !!

- he's so silly :3

@misayani

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You were asking for reqs for rafe x reader, if you are taking them, I have one in mind. In which rafe is extremely possesive of bsf reader, and gets easily jealous. One day she was at a kook party, and a guy approached her and they started to talk and that sh*t went down, rafe got aggressive and almost beat the guy to a pulp. Reader is like a shy cute innocent, bimbo type. And smut after the scene if you write it.

Summary: Innocent!reader X possessive!Rafe, bestfriend!reader X bestfriend!Rafe. Summary is basically the anonymous ask!

Warnings: Rafe is possessive of reader. Established friendship. Rafe almost beats a guy to death. Mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), alcohol consumption. Lots of smut; p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, SLIGHT degradation (some praise too). The classic 'what are we' at the end. The L word.

Word Count: 6.1k

Author Note: Hello Beauties! Thank you for the support and kindness you've all shown me. And thank you for this ask, I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I did your idea justice. Sorry that this is a bit long, it just sort of happened. Also, I hope you all enjoyed the holiday yesterday, well those that celebrate. I'm hoping to finish part four of The Watcher soon so I can get it out, life has just been so exhausting. Anyways, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!! Stay freaky y'all.

Your best friend, Rafe, had asked you to go to a party with him. Well, more like he had told you to go. Although it’s not like you’d ever miss the opportunity to party with your best friend. So, here you are; walking around the side of Topper’s house, looking for Rafe. You two didn’t come together, he got here before you. He knows you don’t love being around his ‘friends’ and their various illegal substances, even though he says he’s clean, he likes to have time with them before you get there. 

You round a corner, now entering the Thorton’s backyard. You look for Rafe as you work your way through the loud and busy crowd. You hear a friend call your name, you turn your head to her, and she waves you over. You approach her and a few others with a smile. You greet them.

The other girls chat amongst themselves as your friend speaks up, shouting over the music. “Hey!” She’s over enthusiastic per regular, probably a bit drunk too.

“Hey!” You shout back. 

She begins, “Oh my god! I have to tell you something. Guess who I saw—”. Usually, you’d want to hear all the gossip she’s about to ramble to you, but not right now. “Do you know where Rafe is?” You shout over her, cutting her off.

“What?” She asks, stepping closer to you so she can hear you.

“Do you know—” You’re suddenly interrupted by some guy standing beside you. You turn to face him.

“Hey.” He says, his tone confident. A cocky grin spreads across his face.

“Hi.” You smile politely, “Do I know you?”. You say hurriedly before turning back to your friend. She looks between you and the guy a few times before facing you and giving you a knowing smirk. You know what that look means and before you can say anything, she walks away. Leaving you alone with him. You roll your eyes at her playfully, although you really are annoyed that she didn’t tell you where Rafe is. 

Slowly, you turn your head back to the guy, flashing him another fake smile. He grins again before speaking, “No…no you don’t.” He pauses, stepping a bit closer to you so he doesn’t have to shout over the music as loud. “I’m Devin.”

Your fake smile is getting awkward, but you don’t know what to say. You don’t care about talking to him right now. “Nice to meet you, Devin. B-but I need to–”

Devin cuts you off, “Let me get you a drink.” 

You laugh shyly, “Oh...I-I’m okay, I actually have to…”

“Let me just get you a drink, it’ll only take a second.” He moves closer to rest his hand on your lower back for a slight moment, to get you to turn toward the drinks. 

Rafe was on the back patio sitting on one of the couches when someone had mentioned to him that they saw you. He went to go and find you, which is when he spotted you laughing with some guy, who moments later put his hand on you. Rafe’s already had a few drinks tonight, so his judgment clouded even more than usual, especially when it comes to you. 

As you walk towards the drinks, Devin’s hand falls and he follows close behind you. 

After a moment, you hear a mix of gasps and ‘ooohh’s’ from everyone. You turn to look behind you where everyone seems to be gathering. You find that Devin isn’t behind you anymore.

Immediately your eyes land on some commotion in the crowd, you squeeze through the ring of people forming around the area. Shit. You run forwards, pausing just before the fight. 

Devin is flat on his back, Rafe straddling him. Rafe has Devin’s shirt clenched in one fist, holding his head off the ground as he repeatedly drives his other fist into Devin’s face. 

“Rafe!” You shout. Keeping your distance, not wanting to get too close while he’s out of control. You’ve seen how he can get. In the years that you two have been friends, you’ve had to calm him down from countless fights, since nobody else can ever seem to do it. But, when nobody else steps in to try and stop the fight, you step closer, knowing something has to be done. “Rafe, stop! Stop it!” You scream. 

Devin’s completely unconscious, his nose is probably broken, but you can’t really tell; his face is a swollen mess of blood and bruises. You can’t stand here and watch anymore, and nobody seems to be listening to your cries for help. Because nobody is stupid enough to get in Rafe’s way while he’s like this. You step behind Rafe, putting your hands on his shoulders. You try to pull him back all the while trying not to get punched.

“Rafe! Look at me! Look at me, Ray!” Rafe turns his head to the side, momentarily stopping his actions, letting Devin’s head rest on the floor. You put a hand up to cup his cheek. Speaking quietly now as you plead to him. “Rafe…c’mon, that’s good, h-he’s had enough…”. Your tears slow, but your breath is still erratic as you look at the unconscious man. 

Rafe turns back to the guy, your hand falling from his face. Rafe pulls Devin’s head up, like he was going to punch him again. Instead, he lets go, letting the boy's head hit the floor. Rafe stands up without a word and grabs you by your wrist, tugging you away. 

Before you know it, you’re being shoved into your best friend's truck. His random mumbles don’t make much sense to you, talking about ‘he got what he deserved…Should’ve fuckin’ killed him…yeah, should’ve fucking killed him for that. Touchin’ what’s mine…’

When you get to Tannyhill, Rafe wastes no time pulling you into his room. You sit on his bed stiffly, waiting silently as he paces the room.

“Rafe?” You call out softly. “You okay? What happened back there? What was that?”

“He touched you.” Rafe states. His tone is low and rough, sending a chill down your spine. Even after all the years you’ve been his best friend, you still never know how to act when he’s like this. 

“Barely. He barely touched me.”

Rafe completely disregards what you say, shaking his head and blowing out a jagged breath as he continues to pace across his room, a bit slower now. “Why was he even talking to you? You were supposed to be with me. I told you to go to the party, not him.” 

You take your chance to get a word in as he spews out angry nonsense. “I was looking for you and he started talking, ‘wanted to get me a drink. I was just being nice; I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t even want to talk to him, I was looking for you, Rafe. I don’t even see why that matters–”.

He pauses, looking over at you. His movements are sharp as he strides over to you. “Don’t see why it matters…?” He repeats your words, more for himself than to you. “It matters because you’re mine.” His words are sharp, definitely directed to you that time.

“Rafe…you almost killed him…because of me? I don’t get it Rafe; I don’t nearly kill all the girls you fuck.” You state.

Rafe lets out a breathy chuckle before speaking. “Still don’t get it, huh?” Rafe laughs. “God you’re so innocent. So naive.” He pauses, stepping closer until he’s standing in front of you, looking down at you as you sit on his bed. “I need you, y/n. I can’t…god, I can’t even fuck anyone else anymore without thinking about you. I can’t let anyone else have you, got that? You understand now?” He asks harshly as he runs a rough hand through your hair. 

You try to swallow the lump in your throat. You look up and nod weakly, causing Rafe to flash a devilish grin. “Yeah?” He asks quietly, his voice coming out low. 

“Yeah…” You mumble back brainlessly, too shocked by your best friend's confession. You had always thought Rafe saw you purely as a friend. Although thinking back, you don’t know how you ever thought that with how he acts, especially lately. 

No time is wasted as Rafe quickly leans down, capturing your lips with his. The first kiss is hesitant, and you don’t kiss back. But when he pulls away to look at you, trying to gauge your emotion, you lean in. Your best friend takes that as a sign to continue. His lips quickly find yours again. When he feels you start to kiss back, he escalates things. Kissing you more roughly now, acting as though he’s a starved man and your lips are his meal.

His hand moves from the back of your head to your throat, lightly squeezing. At first you don’t even realize, too distracted by the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth. But when Rafe squeezes your neck even tighter, you move your hands to reach up and wrap around his wrist in an attempt to pull it away. Your mouth still occupied by his, the kiss is too fucking good to break. It feels like everything you didn’t know you needed. He’s giving you what nobody else could, because only he knows exactly what you need and exactly how to give it to you. Your lack of breath reminds you of your situation and you pull away from the kiss momentarily.

Rafe’s grip loosens as he pulls his head back so he can look into your eyes. “Tell me you want this.” He mumbles breathlessly. 

You search his eyes as you catch your breath. Nodding, you finally speak up. “I want this.” You say definitively.

Not even half a second later, Rafe’s body crashes down onto you, pushing you down so that you’re laying on his bed. Rafe has one arm beside your head, holding himself up as his other remains on your neck. He hovers over you, one knee pressed between your thighs. Rafe leans down, his lips attaching to your neck, kissing and sucking frantically at your skin. He’s been waiting so, so long for this. 

His lips find your ear, softly biting at it before whispering. “Let me take care of you, baby. You want that, hm?”. While waiting for your response, his free hand traces down the side of your body until it reaches the hem of your skirt. He moves his face to the other side of your head, giving some attention to your other ear. “Need your best friend to help you feel good…give you what you need, yeah?” His hand slips under your skirt, slowly gliding up your inner thigh, sending shivers through your whole body.

“Yes–” A moan escapes your lips, interrupting you. Your eyes meet his before you continue. “Please Rafey…need you…”

His lips meet yours at the same time his hand meets your clothed cunt. He kisses you sloppily, exploring every part of your mouth with his tongue. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, your touch sending shocks through him. He rubs you through your panties. He can feel as you grow more needy, the wet spot on your panties getting larger. 

He can’t believe this is actually happening. He’s wanted to do this to you for so long; he’s dreamt of this moment happening in almost every way possible, but this…he never could’ve imagined this feeling. “Fuck…you’re so wet f’me already.”

“Ray…please…” You can’t help but rut your panty-clad cunt against his hand, searching for friction. Usually you’re never this bold, but you’re comfortable with him. You always have been, he is your best friend after all. You just pray that he understands what you need. 

Except Rafe doesn’t respond in the way you had hoped for. No, instead he pulls his hand out from under your skirt, eliciting a whine from you. He presses a genuine, wet kiss against your parted lips before moving down your body. Rafe slides down, kneeling onto the floor in front of the bed. He grabs you by the back of your knees and tugs you down towards him until your ass is at the edge of the bed. Without breaking eye contact, he swiftly removes your skirt. He spreads your legs, making them bend so your heels are on the edge of the bed. Eagerly, he presses wet, sloppy kisses up your inner thighs, his eyes trained up on you.

The sight of him like this between your thighs, doing exactly what you need…it drives you crazy. You lean your head back, letting out a moan as Rafe mouths at your entrance through the fabric your panties.

It’s not long before he’s peeling back your panties as well, sliding them off of you completely. Your legs threaten to close from insecurity, but your best friend is sure to hold them open.

“Fuck…this pussy’s even prettier than I imagined, baby. Soaked…just for me.” Rafe leans in, his mouth hovering just above your core. He silently asks for permission.

Being your best friend, Rafe knows that you’ve never done this before. No guy had ever wanted to date you while Rafe’s your best friend, they could see that you’re his, even if you couldn’t. 

His breath is hot on your bare center, he watches as you squirm and clench around nothing. Eagerly you nod, giving him permission. And within seconds his mouth is on you.

At first, he’s slow; gentle as his eyes continue to meet yours. He licks a warm stripe up your center, briefly pulling back to watch your reaction. Your head falls back, your mouth parted, and eyes closed as you experience this new sensation that your best friend is so generously giving you.

Rafe begins to lick and suck at you. His tongue circles your clit as he looks up, knowing you’d like it. A moan slips past your lips as your hand flies to the back of his head, the other gripping onto the sheets beside you. 

“Nnnghh…f-fuck, Ray…” You whine as his tongue fucks you relentlessly. He only mumbles against you in response, sending vibrations through your core. This felt even better than you had ever thought it would. When you heard people talk about sex, you didn’t think it could actually be this good. Though maybe that just has to do with the fact that Rafe’s your best friend, and he knows exactly what you need.

“Yeah?” One of his hands leaves your leg and moves to grope your tits through your clothes. “You like this, huh? You’re just a slut for your best friend, hm? Letting me have you like this…”

“N-need you…” You mutter, grieving the loss of his tongue on you. He stares at you with a devilish glint in his eyes. 

“I know, baby. I know.” Rafe’s mouth continues to work on you. His tongue gathers some slick from your entrance and brings it up to your clit, circling it with his tongue a few times before repeating the process. 

The feeling in your lower stomach is starting to build. It’s getting hard for you to sit still for him. It’s even harder for you to stay quiet. A plethora of moans escape you as Rafe’s mouth stays busy between your thighs. Your hand holds his head down, your other grips the sheets underneath you. 

“Rafe…please. S’too much, I can’t—” You whine. 

“Ah ah ah…stop running, baby. I got you. I got you.” Rafe’s grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you in place. “God,” He mutters breathlessly. “You taste…you taste so fuckin’ good. Hiding this from me all that time, hm?” He leans back down and continues his ministrations on you.

Your toes start to curl, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. Suddenly he stops and before you get the chance to look down to see why, one of his fingers is prodding at your entrance. “Gotta stretch this pretty little pussy out, yeah? Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You nod, allowing one of his thick, long digits to slowly slide into you. You almost scream when he starts to move it, his mouth working on you at the same time. Rafe adds another finger, now thrusting two in and out of you. 

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good. Jus’ gotta get you used to this, hm? You gonna let your best friend be the first to fuck you?” Rafe asks. You nod in response, agreeing to his words. Rafe’s fingers spread apart inside you, stretching your hole, preparing you for his cock. His tongue pauses again as he looks up at you and correct his previous statement. “The only one to fuck you.” Rafe puts his head back between your thighs, his fingers fucking you mercilessly as his tongue sucks at your bud. 

You nod again, followed by a whine. “F-fuck…Ray. I-I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby? Hm?” 

“Mhmm…yes, fuckk–” You respond, your fingers fighting to grasp onto the little hair he has. Your thighs begin to squeeze around him, causing him to pull his head up against the force of your hand on him. 

“Just a little more, baby. You can take it. I know you can. You gonna let me help you finish? You wanna cum?”

“Yes! Yes! Please Rafey…please let me cum.” Your begging makes him chuckle briefly before going back down on you. His tongue moves with precision, working on you with a purpose; to make you cum. 

Without warning, the band in your stomach snaps. You scream out his name as his tongue circles your sensitive bud and his fingers pump in and out of you slowly. Your best friend continues to work you through your first real orgasm. You’ve never felt anything like this. Why the hell did you wait so long to do this with him?

“God…baby. You’re so fuckin’ perfect. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those pretty sounds.” Rafe carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you clench around nothing at the loss of him. He gets up from his knees, standing over you again. Rafe’s face glistens with your slick. His hand moves up to brush your hair back while he brings his free hand up to your mouth. “Open.” He orders. You oblige and he pushes two digits into your mouth. “Taste that? Taste how fuckin’ good you taste?” He pulls his fingers back, immediately moving down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips. Rafe climbs on top of you, his mouth finding the sweet spot behind your ear. He whispers, “You okay?”

“Mhm…better than okay.” You reassure him. Your legs are still shaking with the aftershock of your orgasm. 

“Good.” He mumbles against your skin. “‘Cause I’m not even close to done with you, baby. We’re just getting started.” He doesn’t wait before he’s pulling off your shirt, kissing down your chest. Soon after, he unclasps your bra with one hand, pulling it off of you and tossing it onto the floor somewhere. 

His lips are vicious, attaching to any and every bit of your skin. His hands gently cup your breasts, his mouth finding and attaching to one of your nipples. His eyes stay trained up on your face, he likes seeing how you react to his touch. He pulls back, straddling your lap. Your hand shoots out to grab the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it upwards. He smirks and quickly does it himself, tossing it aside. He watches you like prey as your eyes skim over his bare chest. 

It’s not like you haven’t seen him shirtless before, you have, many times. But no matter how many times you see him like this, you’ll never get used to it. You’ve never seen him in this way though. It’s different, more intimate. You’ve never shared this kind of intimacy with anybody before. And you’re glad you’re doing it with your best friend, whom you’re comfortable with. 

The low light of his bedside lamps reflecting off of his toned skin, damp with sweat. You let out a slow breath as you take in the sight. “Fuck.” You mutter. 

Rafe leans down, kissing and nipping at your earlobe. He whispers, “Like what you see?” He laughs. 

You nod your head eagerly. “Mhmm…”

“Use your words baby, you’re a big girl, aren’t you?” 

“I…y-yes.” You whine as you wriggle underneath him, trying to squeeze your thighs shut in search of some much-needed friction.

Rafe knows what you need. He knows that you’re ready now; ready to give him everything, let him take your innocence, your virtue. He uses one hand to prop himself up as the other works at his belt. Once you realize what he’s doing, you try to help him out, eagerly unbuckling his belt as he kisses you passionately, like he’s never kissed anyone else before you; like you’re the only girl on this fucking planet. 

Once his belt is off, you work at his pants. He leans up so he can tug them off, throwing them aside with the rest of the discarded clothes. All that’s left between the two of you now is the thin fabric of his boxers. You can feel his hardened form pressing into your leg as he kisses you, practically devouring you. Without thinking about it, you find your hand tugging at the waistband of his boxers. You beg. “Please”, your lips whisper into his ear as he bites at your neck. “Rafey…”

He leans back again, this time getting off of you and standing at the side of the bed and in front of you. You can’t help but touch yourself as Rafe frees himself from the constraint of his boxers. You watch as his hard cock springs up, hitting his stomach when it’s finally freed. He smirks, leaning down to remove your hand from yourself. 

“I got you, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He mumbles, moving his hand over your core again. His strong fingers circle your clit. Your breath hitches as you watch him touch you, his other hand holding the base of his cock.

“Rafe?” You manage to ask through your cries. 

“Hm? What is it?” Rafe says your name softly, encouraging you to continue. 

“Will it hurt?” You’ve heard that the first time can be uncomfortable. And judging by Rafe’s size, this was going to be more than just uncomfortable. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to back out of the situation, you need this. You need him.

Your best friend’s expression becomes more serious as he looks at you. His hand comes up from your core to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. “It might, baby. It might be a little uncomfortable for a moment, but I’ll do my best to make it feel good, yeah? I’ll go slow. And if you don’t like it I want you to tell me. You’re okay, baby. It’s just me, your best friend. I’m gonna take care of you. M’kay?” You nod in response, his eyes darting between your eyes to get a sense of what you’re thinking. Rafe clicks his tongue. “Ah, ah. Use your words, pretty girl.” His hand reaches out for your chin, tilting your face up towards him. 

“Please Ray…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me…” The words sound so vulgar coming from your sweet, innocent mouth. He’s never known you to speak this way, but he’s not against it. He pumps his fist over his cock a few times, his head leaning back as he lets out a groan. “Please Rafe…I-I need you in me…”

Your words snap him out of his amazement. “Atta girl.” He replies. You can feel his tip gently rub against your slippery entrance. Your warm juices on his cock feel better than anything he’s ever experienced. You’re like a drug to him. A drug that he can’t get enough of. 

He pulls back before you can get used to the feeling of him. He leans over you, reaching into his dresser drawer. When he moves back over you, you see the shiny square wrapper in his hand.

You place your hands over his as he tries to open the condom. “No…”

His head snaps up at you. “No…? No what?” He asks, confused. “You don’t want to do this?”

“No…Rafe, I-I want this. I just…I want to feel you. No…no condom.” You explain.

“Fuck, y/n. Are you sure?” Rafe’s disbelief and shock is very apparent in his tone. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m on the pill.” You confirm.

“God, how much more perfect can you fuckin’ get?” He chuckles, making you huff out a quick laugh. 

Soon his lips are back on yours as he uses his hand to guide his glistening, pink tip back to your puffy cunt. Slowly, he pushes into you, just so that the very tip of his cock is inside of you. He looks up to your face, pending your reaction. 

“F-fuck…Rafe.” Your hands move to his hips, pushing him further inside. Rafe gives in, pushing another inch into you. “Mnghh, fuck…Rafe.” Rafe settles there for a moment before giving you another inch or two. Each time he moves, he looks to make sure you’re still enjoying it, giving you a minute to adjust each time. When he finally bottoms out, you feel so…full. The pain is there, but it doesn’t last long, fading into a light discomfort as your soft walls mold to his shape. You involuntarily squeeze around him.

“Shiiiitt, baby…Squeezin’ me so tight.” He pauses to kiss you, his lips soon finding that soft spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. “M’gonna move now, alright?”

“Mhm…please…” You whine. You hook your arms under his, bringing your palms up to grip onto his back. Rafe continues to kiss all over your neck and chest as he slowly pulls out of you, until only the tip is left inside. Without warning, he pushes into you a bit quicker this time, with a bit more force than before. But you’re not complaining. You cry his name out, your nails digging into his shoulders. He begins to move at a slow, steady pace as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. “F-fuck…” You yelp, gripping onto him even harder.

“Fuck, baby…your nails, they hurt.” He mumbles amusedly into your ear as he nips at it. Immediately your grip loosens. You feel terrible but can’t manage to muster up an apology since you can’t think clearly with how his cock is repeatedly kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“Faster.” You beg, pressing your forehead into his arm. He listens cautiously, carefully picking up the face. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. The new position allows him to hit an even deeper spot inside of you. When his digits start to circle your clit you almost let out a scream, making him chuckle. 

“Such a fuckin’ whore for me, hm?” He laughs as he fucks you senseless.

“Fuck…Rafey, no, I…I can’t. Can’t take it.” You moan, throwing your head back as your eyes squeeze shut. 

“You can and you will.” He speaks emotionlessly, overtaken by pleasure. Rafe’s hand moves from you clit up to your throat again, he applies a bit of pressure. Your hands leave his back and wrap around his wrist. Your eyes stay shut as your face contorts into that of pure bliss. His thumb slides into your mouth and you suck and bite at it, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you. You don’t see how you can ever stop; this feeling is…unlike anything else you’ve felt before. “You got this baby. M’almost there. You can let go, baby. Just let go f’me.”

Sooner than later you feel the newly familiar feeling of pressure building in your lower stomach. When it snaps, your body tenses up, a wave of moans escape your mouth as the band snaps and pleasure washes over you. Rafe continues to fuck you slowly, his movements becoming more sporadic than strategic.

“Fuck, where do you want it?”

“My pussy, please Rafey…fill me up?” You ask, eyes wide with tears as you look up at him. “Please?”

“Shit, you sure?” Rafe groans, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Y-yes...I’m sure.” Only seconds later you can feel his warm seed spurting out inside of you. Your gummy walls soaking him in as they squeeze around him, milking him for all that he’s got.

“Fuckk y/n. Do that again.” As he thrusts into you without any specific rhythm, you obey his words, squeezing tightly around his length again. Rafe lets out a guttural moan, tossing his head back for a moment before looking at you again, watching how well you take him, as if you were made for him. The way he fills you up you is like pieces of a puzzle, just meant for one another. “Shiiitt…you’re so fucking tight. Squeezin’ ‘round your best friends cock so good.”

After you’re both worked through your orgasms, he pulls out of you. You groan at the loss of him, feeling a big opening left where he had been. Rafe leans down to press a deep, meaningful kiss to your lips. He pulls back, wiping your hair and sweat from your face with a proud smile.

“God, baby. You did so good, so fucking good. That’s a good girl. My girl, yeah?” He leans down again, pressing a kiss to your neck. Rafe whispers in your ear. “m’so proud.” Before pulling away completely, he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks, your nose, and one final kiss to your forehead. 

You turn on your side to face him as he lay on the bed beside you. “Rafe…” Your voice shows your exhaustion, but also your hesitancy.

He turns on his side to face you as well, propping his head up against his hand. “Hm?” He says with a smile. He can’t help it, it’s impossible for him to see you and not smile after what you just did. 

You flop back down onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. It’s too hard to say this while looking at his beautiful smile. “That was…” 

“Incredible?” He interrupts, his fingers lightly tracing up and down your arm. 

“What was that?” You blurt out, scared that if you don’t say it now then you never will.

Rafe’s smile fades quickly, he props himself up on his elbows, staring down at you with furrowed brows. “Woah woah, woah. Hey. What? What d’you mean?”

You give a light shrug, his fingers no longer moving over your skin. You avoid looking at his pretty eyes. “I mean like…what happens now?”

He sighs, laying back down next to you, looking up at the ceiling. “Well, you’re my girl now, yeah? I thought that was obvious.” 

“Your girl? The Rafe Cameron I know doesn’t do girlfriends.” You say lightly.

“That’s because I never wanted one. I never…needed one, I’ve got you.”

“So…we’re friends?” You ask, attempting and failing at trying to hide your emotions.

“We are, aren’t we?” Rafe responds, not knowing what his words imply or how they’ll make you feel.

“Yeah…yea we’re friends.” You say dryly. 

He turns his head to face you. “Hey. Y/N. What’s wrong? Hey…hey, talk to me.”

“Nothing, Rafe. I’m fine.”

“Jesus, no you’re not. C‘mon baby, what is it?”

“Nothing!” You snap. You’re angry about your own reaction, feeling stupid once the words leave your mouth. Grabbing the sheets, you cover yourself up.

“Did I do something? What’d I do?” Asks Rafe, making you feel worse about yourself. It’s not his fault you feel like this. “Is it what we did? Look, I’m sorry if—“

You cut him off, not being able to listen to him blame himself. “I just…I don’t think friends do what we just did.”

“Jesus, y/n. Look…” He trails off, cursing himself. “Do you not wanna be my girl or something? ‘Cause I can—“

“No, Rafe. I just…I don’t get what you mean. Your girl?”

“Yeah.” He says, confused.

“Like…your girlfriend? Dating? Us?”

“Fuck. Yes, baby. My girlfriend.” Rafe says the word as though it’s a pain to say it. “Will you be my girlfriend? Please?” You could tease him about the way he’s practically begging you.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” You joke, not being able to resist. Rafe laughs, glad to hear your usual self. 

“Well, I’m kinda hoping that I’m your…boyfriend, now.”

“Hmm…let me think…” You say, tapping your chin as if this is something you need to contemplate. You can see his demeanor sadden from the corner of your eye, causing you to look over at him. “What’s in it for me?” You add, a smirk threatening to appear on your face. You can barely hold back your laughter at this point, but he still looks so sad, like a puppy who can’t have a treat. “Jesus Rafe, I thought you’d never ask.” You don’t even give him enough time to respond before you’re on top of him, his lips immediately seeking yours.

“Yeah? You mean it?” He asks between kisses, almost nervously. 

“Of course I do, Rafe. ‘Promise.” 

You always know just what to say to him to calm down his mind, he loves that about you. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. God, I fuckin’ love you.” Your eyes widen at his confession, you look down at him. He’s almost just as shocked as you are. He didn’t even know he felt that way. The words just slipped out, but they felt so right. “Fuck, no, I meant—“ Rafe starts, but you cut him off. You kiss him again,  passionately. This kiss shows him exactly how you feel, somehow being more intimate than having sex with him was. 

“I love you, Rafe. I promise.” You know how he can feel like everybody is against him, so you try to reassure him as much as you can. You’re the only one who’s ever made him feel cared for; he just never wanted to fuck things up with you. “Please just…can you promise me that you’ll stop beating up random strangers who talk to me? ‘Cause I don’t care about them, Rafe. I care about you.”

This is all so new, talking to each other in this way. But it’s how you’ve both always felt. “But y/n, he-“ Rafe pauses, reconsidering his words for you. He sighs and then mumbles, “Yeah…I’ll try.” He looks back at you, you with a stern look in your eyes. “I will. I promise.”

You smile, leaning down for a kiss. Quickly, things start to escalate again. Rafe flips you both over so he’s on top. He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at it as he works his way down, kissing every inch of you. 

“Mnmh…fuck…” You moan.

Rafe smiles against your skin. “Yeah, baby? That feels good huh?” You only nod eagerly as a response. Rafe takes hold of his already hard cock, using his fist to pump over himself a few times, letting out a low growl. He rubs his dewy, pink tip over your sticky hole. 

You let out a moan, still being sensitive from your previous orgasms. “F-fuck…Rafe, m’too sensitive, s’too much.” You whine.

“Shh…shhhh baby, it’s okay. I’m not gonna do nothin’, jus’ wanna show you how proud of my girl I am.” His mouth works it’s way down, landing back between your thighs. Your boyfriend softly bites at your inner thighs, his eyes staying trained on you as your face contorts in pleasure. Eventually he finds your soaking core, lapping up the mix of your juices. You feel his fingers gather some of your arousal, mixed with his cum. Before you know it, those fingers are deep inside your throat. “Taste that, baby? Hm? Taste how fucking good we are?” 

You nod, whining when his mouth finds your core again. His tongue flicks at your most sensitive bud, making you jump. Although Rafe only holds onto harder the more you try to run. “Baby, it’s okay. Let me take care of you; clean you up.”

It doesn’t take long until you’re yet again, a shaking, crying mess underneath him. When his mouth works it’s way back to yours, you can taste both of you on his tongue. “Fuckin’ love this pussy. I fucking love you.”

You smile a weak, tired smile at him. He rolls off of you, flipping you both on your side so he can spoon you. He kisses your shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing mindless shapes into your skin. “I love you too.” You respond as you drift off to sleep in your boyfriend's arms.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to leave more asks, I will most likely get to them at some point. Thank you!

[7seas-of-ryy]

I Need You | Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Author’s Note: I want this to be multiple parts because I have a storyline that would feel crammed if I did it in one part! Not sure exactly how long I'll make it! Angst AND fluff!!

Summary: You've been in love with Azriel for as long as you can remember but it seems he always wants what he can't have. You want him to be happy with Elain but what will it cost you?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, let me know if I need to add any others :)

You were running as fast as you could and it wasn't fast enough. The creature was catching up to you and the second it got you, you knew you'd be gone forever. Sweat poured down your body, fear was coursing through you as you heard the monster start to... laugh behind you? It was truly enjoying the chase. Suddenly shadows started to appear, starting at your ankles then wrapping around your body until they were covering you entirely.

Azriel. He was here to save you and the relief you felt was sweet. You knew the shadows would protect you. Until, as quickly as they appeared, they began to fade away. What? No, this can't be happening. You're cover is entirely gone and the creature jumps at you. You struggle against it and scream for the shadowsinger but its no use. It sinks it's teeth right into your neck and right as you're about to die...

You jolt awake. Immediately grabbing for your neck to make sure there are no marks and convince your brain there was no actual monster.

The immediate dread of putting on a smile for the rest of the day hit you. Everyone in the IC had their own problems and nightmares, you didn't need to burden any of them with your own.

So, you got yourself ready for the day, put on a happy face, and headed down for breakfast. Only Cassian, Feyre, and Rhys were down and eating already.

"Good morning sunshine" Cass spoke with a mouth full of food.

You smiled at him and sat down with a cup of coffee, not in the mood to fill your stomach after that horrible dream.

"How did you sleep?" Feyre asked, her kind eyes watching you

"Good" You forced out and Feyre's eyebrows rose at the clipped word. Rhys and Cass were now watching you as well.

"Uh I was thinking of going out today, maybe try out the new bakery that opened up." You said quickly, hoping they wouldn't notice you trying to change the subject.

"Oh! Azriel was just telling us he wanted to try it out! He'll definitely want to go with you!" Feyre spoke

As if speaking his name had summoned him, he walked in with Elain at his side.

"Did I hear my name?" The shadowsinger asked

"Our dear friend here was just telling us she was going to try that new bakery today and we knew you wanted to as well." Cass said while throwing an arm around you with a big smirk

Azriel's eyes lit up ever so slightly. "Ah yes, I did want to try that. I'm afraid I'll be busy for a while. Would you like to go tonight instead?"

You nodded your head with a shy smile, "Yes that would be nice. I'll meet you there"

He tilted his head in acknowledgment at you and went back to his conversation with Elain.

You had been crushing on Azriel for so long, maybe too long. For a while you'd hoped he felt the same, but it seemed his attention was always elsewhere. He's been too busy with Elain all the time so you barely got to hang out with him anymore. To say you were excited to finally get some time with him was an understatement.

You went up to your room, packed your bag for the day and left for the city. Even though you had a rough start, maybe today would be a good day... Maybe.

[bratzkoo]

WGM: pre production | dk

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1.1k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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Was it the awkwardness of being in the camera or was it the look of the staff and crews expecting you to do couple things making it hard to start a conversation with someone you're supposed to be pretending you're married to?

To be honest, Seokmin was someone who will try and break the ice despite being shy himself. Except for this time he's speechless seeing Y/N Y/L/N up close.

Y/N Y/L/N is in front of me.

I'm going to pass out.

He tries to open his mouth to speak but he's afraid he'll embarrass himself so he closed it again.

Why am I acting all shy? Since when did fear of embarrassment stop me from meeting new people? GET IT TOGETHER. YOU'RE LEE SEOKMIN.

But she's Y/N Y/L/N.

"Hi." she squeaked and she looked like she regretted starting their conversation that way.

and she's adorable.

"Hi." seokmin manages to breathe out as he stops himself from squealing from seeing how adorably she sips her iced chai tea.

"What made you join the show?"

"I lost the rock, paper, scissors game."

Y/N laughs echoes in the whole room with Seokmin's frank answer.

"You're very honest."

"I try my best." and he winks. WINKS. how much more embarrassing can he be? y/n doesn't seem to mind though. "how about u, what made u join?"

"i was curious about the reformed we got married." seokmin nodded. Think, Seokmin. Continue the conversation! YOU BITCH!

"Reformed is a good word for it," he says, mentally congratulating himself for forming a coherent sentence. "The original was more... scripted? At least that's what Jeonghan-hyung told me."

Oh god, am I already bringing up my members? Could I BE more obvious that I'm nervous?

Y/N leans forward slightly, seeming genuinely interested. "That's what attracted me to this version. They said it would be more authentic. Less manufactured."

Her eyes. Her eyes are looking right at me. Don't panic. Don't you dare panic, Lee Seokmin.

"Authentic, huh?" he manages, taking a sip of his own drink to buy time. "So you're saying you genuinely want to be fake married to me?"

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, SEOKMIN? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?

To his eternal relief, Y/N laughs again, a light blush coloring her cheeks. "I mean, if I had to pick someone to fake marry for television..."

Is she flirting? Is this flirting? I think this is flirting. What do I do with my face?

"The honor is all mine," he says with an exaggerated bow, his performer instincts finally kicking in. "I promise to be the best fake husband Korea has ever seen."

Behind the cameras, the PD nods approvingly. This is exactly the kind of chemistry they were hoping for.

"So," Y/N says, shifting slightly in her seat, "should we set some ground rules? Boundaries?"

Ground rules. Yes. Professional. Be professional, Seokmin. Stop staring at her hands.

"Absolutely. Communication is key in any relationship, fake or otherwise." He sounds like a relationship counselor now. Great. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Y/N seems to consider her words carefully. "How comfortable are you with... physical affection? For the cameras, I mean."

Seokmin's brain short-circuits for approximately 2.7 seconds.

"I'm... flexible." TERRIBLE CHOICE OF WORDS. "I mean, comfortable. Within reason. Whatever you're comfortable with."

Stop saying comfortable, you absolute disaster.

"Maybe we start small?" she suggests mercifully. "Hand-holding, casual touches. Nothing that feels forced."

"Perfect," he says too quickly. "Natural progression. Like a real relationship."

Except it's not real, you idiot. Remember that part.

The PD interrupts, handing them both folders. "Here's the schedule for the first few episodes. Look these over and we'll discuss the concept for episode one."

As they both reach for the folders, their fingers brush briefly. Seokmin feels the contact like an electric shock.

She's just a person. A regular person who happens to be brilliant and beautiful and somehow agreed to do this ridiculous show with you.

"Baseball?" Y/N says, looking at the first page. "That's our first date?"

"Hoshi's idea," Seokmin admits. "He has connections with the team."

"I don't know much about baseball," she confesses.

An opportunity. Finally.

"I'd be happy to teach you," he offers, finding his footing at last. "I'm not an expert, but I know enough to get by."

Y/N smiles, and it reaches her eyes this time. "I'd like that."

The rest of the meeting passes in a blur of scheduling details and concept discussions. Seokmin catches himself staring at Y/N more than once, quickly looking away whenever she notices. At one point, she tucks her hair behind her ear, and he nearly knocks over his drink.

Get it together, man. It's going to be a long ten episodes if you keep this up.

When the meeting concludes, they walk together toward the elevator. The cameras have stopped rolling for now, giving them a brief moment of privacy.

"I'm glad it's you," Y/N says suddenly, her voice softer than before.

Seokmin's heart does a complicated gymnastic routine in his chest. "What do you mean?"

"For this show. I was worried they'd pair me with someone difficult or... you know, someone who'd make it all about themselves. You seem... kind."

The elevator arrives, saving him from having to respond immediately. They step inside, and he presses the button for the lobby.

"I'll try to live up to that," he says finally. "Being kind, I mean."

The doors are about to close when he remembers something. "Wait, can I get your number? For... coordination purposes."

Y/N's smile turns slightly mischievous. "Coordination purposes?"

"Professional ones," he clarifies, ears burning. "Entirely professional.”

"Of course." She takes his phone and enters her contact information. "For the sake of authenticity."

As she hands the phone back, their fingers brush again, and this time, Seokmin thinks it might not have been entirely accidental.

Later that night, alone in his room, he stares at her name in his contacts list for a full five minutes before typing out a message.

Seokmin: Just wanted to say I'm looking forward to our baseball "date." Promise not to judge your sports knowledge.

He presses send before he can overthink it, then throws the phone onto his bed as if it might explode. When it dings a minute later, he practically lunges for it.

Y/N: Looking forward to it too. Fair warning: I might pretend to know less than I do just to make you explain things. You have a nice voice.

Seokmin reads the message seventeen times before falling backwards onto his bed with a groan that's half anguish, half delight.

Ten episodes. How is he going to survive ten episodes of this? How is he going to feel when it's over?

[hiolovesnejihyuga]

INARIZAKI'S REACTION TO: you lost your voice.

ft: all inarizaki players.

warnings. not proofread. feminine pronouns. use of (y/n) once, i think. may contain spelling and grammar mistakes. translated from spanish (my mother tongue) with google translator (don't bully me, please)

author note. i'm so sorry if any of the characters are ooc, i'm new to writing for canon and not original characters.

When you showed up to practice, just nodding your greetings and offering smiles, without any sound coming out of your mouth, the team malfunctioned and panicked.

But before they could even ask, they heard multiple sounds coming from everyone's phones.

Suna is probably the one who checks what's up, and he's hit with a message you sent to the group chat.

“Hey, so- I lost my voice for a couple of weeks, so I'll communicate like this.”

KITA SHINSUKE

“…For weeks?”

Immediately shifts into protective mode.

Tells you to rest and avoid straining yourself. Doesn't want you to show up to practice, but if you do anyway, he'll just sigh it off.

Silently worried but doesn’t show it much.

OJIRO ARAN

“Ah, damn… that’s rough.”

Feels bad for you and tries to be extra considerate.

Helps you communicate when others struggle to understand, though it took him a few days to get used to checking his phone when talking to you.

AKAGI MICHINARI

“WAIT, WEEKS?! LIKE—YOU WON’T TALK AT ALL?!”

Panics instantly.

Tries to make you laugh, realizes you can’t respond out loud. Now panicking more.

He jokes about it, but if you glare at him, he'll stop. then the next day, he starts again

OMIMI REN

"...Weeks? No talkin'?"

The silence from Omimi is deafening. His usual stoic demeanor falters slightly as the situation hits.

He tilts his head, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. His mind seems to be calculating the implications—how he’ll communicate with you without your usual voice, how you’ll handle everything, and how long they’ll have to adjust to this.

"...I guess we’ll all have to adjust... somehow."

KOSAKU YUUTO

“So you’re tellin’ me… No teasin'? No witty remarks? No laughin' at our dumb moments?”

Looks genuinely heartbroken.

Promises to “speak double” to make up for your silence. Everyone, including you, just nod.

GINJIMA HITOSHI

“…Who do I need to fight?”

Doesn’t know how to handle it, so he just silently pats your head.

He tells you things like "you're brave for coming to school like this!", and you can't even get mad at him when he forgets you can't talk.

MIYA ATSUMU

“So yer tellin’ me I got a couple weeks without ya roastin’ me? Damn, what a loss.”

Pretends to be chill but is actually worried.

Immediately starts texting you memes just to make you feel better.

Promises to “speak double” to make up for your silence. Everyone groans, and you just shake your head.

“WHAT WAS THAT?! WHY DIDN'T YA REACT THE SAME WHEN KOSAKU SAID IT?”

MIYA OSAMU

“Hate to say it, but we’re doomed. We need subtitles now.”

Buys warm drinks for you and forces you to rest.

He may even buy you a snack, to let you know that even if you can't talk, you are appreciated.

SUNA RINTARO

“…Kinda eerie without ya talkin’.”

Texts you random things to keep you entertained.

Helps you communicate with the team subtly, but definitely teases you about it.

Him and you texting, even if you were next to each other, has always been a normal thing. So it didn't change much.

RISEKI HEISUKE

“Wait, wait, wait—so, like, not talking at all?”

Actually devastated, and slightly shy because he doesn't know what to do or say.

Spends way too much time trying to figure out hand signals for communication.

extras.

Everyone starts learning how to communicate without words.

They text you or use notes when needed.

Some try to make you laugh and immediately regret it because you can't, and you are left with a sore throat (more than before)

Atsumu still annoys you, but in written form.

Suna takes advantage and texts you things like “blink twice if you think Atsumu is an idiot.” which you do.

Kita becomes your personal health supervisor.

The entire team becomes extra soft with you.

more under the cut.

After practice, Akagi keeps texting you jokes, Ginjima texts you a small phrase for support, Kosaku continues the conversation you were having before.. All that while the Miyas are arguing. Then, you give, not only to Atsumu and Osamu, but to the whole team a deadpan-blank stare, Aran says to the twins: "See? She's yellin' at you two in her head."

"She's watchin' you too, y'know?"

Then, a message notification pops up on everyone's phones.

"Why on earth are you texting me, when I'm the one who can't talk? I'm listening to you all.”

KITA SHINSUKE, OMIMI REN

They don’t even flinch. Just nod and move on like nothing happened.

Because nothing happened, they were the only ones who realized that even if you had no voice, you could hear them.

OJIRO ARAN

“…Oh.”

Feels dumb but just laughs it off.

Apologizes but still keeps texting you out of habit.

He may even develop a new talent.

The new talent: understanding you in conversations where you only nod or blink at him.

AKAGI MICHINARI

“Wait, so we didn’t HAVE to text?”

Visibly malfunctioning.

Yells, “WHY DIDN’T YA SAY SO?—oh, wait.”

Feels a little guilty when you glare at him.

KOSAKU YUUTO

“(Y/N). YA COULD'VE TOLD US.”

Immediately regrets saying that.

Facepalms. Hard.

Akagi laughs at him, because he said the same thing. you glare at them so hard that they don't speak for the next hour.

GINJIMA HITOSHI

“…I feel so stupid.”

Laughs at himself.

Says, “But be honest—wasn’t it funny watchin' us suffer?”

When you nod, with a teasing smile, he laughs again.

MIYA ATSUMU

“…Yer tellin’ me I wasted all my good jokes in text form for nothin’?!”

Actually offended.

Probably starts talking even MORE dramatically just to make up for the silence. everyone groans collectively.

MIYA OSAMU

“…So we just did all that for no reason?”

Shakes his head and walks away.

Will never let you live it down, and makes you promise you'll buy him food later even if that promise doesn't even make sense.

SUNA RINTARO

“…You enjoyed this, didn’t you?”

Just smirks. He doesn't care, because he probably already knew.

Takes a screenshot of the text and never lets you forget it.

RISEKI HEISUKE

“Damn. We really ARE idiots..”

Actually impressed at your patience for not telling them earlier.

Probably overthinks every conversation for the next week.

extras.

Half of them feel embarrassed.

Half of them find it hilarious.

Atsumu won’t shut up about it.

Suna 100% sends the screenshot to the team group chat, even if you sent the message there.

Kita and Omimi just nod and move on, they forget about it the next day.

Akagi is still yelling about it five minutes later.

You definitely knew they would be this stupid, and you surely let them struggle on purpose.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy For The Devil ~ Donaka Mark x fem!Reader

please allow me to introduce myself, i am a man of wealth & taste... -the Rolling Stones

Summary/ Warnings. Um… Donaka Mark is a scary rich asshole–with a soft spot for you. If you’re squeamish [or righteous] you’re not gonna want to read this. Voyeurism. Predatory behavior, manipulation. Power IMBALANCE. Eventual NSFW. Eventual line between dubcon and noncon is gonna be microscopic, y’all, this man plays gAmes… Reader is shy, but tough, in her way.  Also, when I say Reader is small, I’m more implying just compared to Donaka. I kind of assume most of us would be, no matter your body type. 🥵

Big Fat Author’s note: This is a Donaka Mark x fem!Housekeeper!Reader fic based on the brilliant @discoscoob ‘s bot, which is SO fun to play with and I really recommend it. I fell into a rabbit hole for daaaaays. I’m in CAI Anonymous now. Seriously it was a problem. 

I guess you could call this a little experimental hybrid fic written with AI. I was curious. And after working on this for weeks I don’t think the writer’s union really needs to worry about AI coming for their jobs. The bot’s writing is shamelessly fun but clunky, you delete more than you keep, it’s a lot of work to edit, and you really have to lead it by the hand for anything to actually HAPPEN. 

THAT SAID it is sO entertaining, and once in a while he’d do something i wouldn’t have ever thought of, I felt like the lab rat hitting the button for the treat over and over again, LOL. Disco really knew what she was doing when she programmed the personality of the bot!  It was also helpful in keeping a character on track. I think AI could be a useful tool generating ideas, breaking writers block, or something to bounce ideas off of, but not for the grunt work of actually writing a story that has any soul in it. Isn’t that a relief? I made an outline for the first 9 chapters and basically ran the scenes through like a simulator to see what the bot came up with. And when I didn’t like it I made it do it again, LOL, the Donaka bot probably thinks i’m a bossy c*nt.🤣 After that, I'm afraid we can only blame our own unhinged brains for what's here, it got too raunchy for the bot to handle, and this fic never would have become what it is without the help of our little community here, the comments and head canons and brain rot, I love you guys!

So….I hope you enjoy, and a HUGE THANKS to Disco for giving me permission to even do this, you’re the sweetest my dear, and the Queen of the Bot Creators in my book!!

And and…it’s been a LONG ass time since I’ve been to Hong Kong. I did some research to refresh my memory but please bear with me. All mistakes are my own. Why do we say that? Who the fuck else’s would they be? 🤣 Obv. this is set c 2013, when Man of Tai Chi came out, before the crackdown in 2020. Oh, and, I have no real idea about work visas, i made that shit up... just roll with it. 🙃😘

One. 一

The first time you meet your new employer, Donaka Mark, you aren’t really even paying attention.

It’s because you have on headphones, and you’re intently focused on sweeping the floor while listening to your upbeat girl power rock mix–so you don’t hear him yelling at someone over the phone threateningly, and you don’t notice when his gaze locks on to you like a tiger who has just spied a tasty little deer.

You are oblivious, as he comes up behind you, appraising your figure with narrowed eyes. You seem small, next to him, but most women do. He decides he approves of his assistant’s choice in hiring you. You’re a sight he won’t tire of for a long time.

Donaka leans on the door frame, his dark eyes fixated on you, taking in your every minute detail, the way the muscles in your arms move, the shape of your face, the curve of your hips and your little feet.

His expression is stoic but behind it are a million thoughts running through his mind, he can’t take his eyes off you and after a few moments he finally speaks, his dark tone cutting through the music.

“You’re new.”

Your music wasn't so loud that you were unaware of outside sounds. Standing up straight, you sweep off your headphones to face the commanding voice. "Yes, sir?"

Donaka notices he towers over you, and he likes that. His dark eyes shamelessly take in your innocent eyes, your lips, your  curves. His gaze lingers almost long enough to make it uncomfortable, but not quite.

“Have you been informed of all of your duties?” Donaka asks, his tone and gaze both demanding and intense, making you feel small.

"Yes, Mr. Mark."

Donaka smiles at his name on your lips, the way you say it, the way you look up at him with your wide eyes. He likes it more than he’d like to admit, but he knows how to mask his emotions well.

Even though his expression is still stony, there’s a hint of excitement in his breast as he leans off the door frame and takes a few steps closer, but still maintains a respectable distance.

“And you can handle them?”

"Yes, Sir."

Donaka nods, his dark eyes slowly and shamelessly trailing over your figure again.

“Good.” Donaka murmurs, his dark and intense tone making his next sentence more of a demand. “I need to be able to depend on you. I like things just so.”

You tilt your head, feeling like you’re missing some subtext, or that you’re the butt of an unspoken joke. "Your house will be clean, Sir.” Between you and the two other girls on the household staff, surely you could manage.

Donaka smirks at your naïve reply, his dark eyes still fixated on your face as he takes another step closer to you, almost like a predator stalking its prey.

“I trust that it will…” Donaka purrs, his voice low and smooth, his dark stare intense and demanding. “Let me show you the rest of the house…”

You’d already received a walk-through with his assistant, but you are more than intrigued to receive a personal tour from the big man himself. There is something captivating about him. It's not just his good looks. His presence commands your attention.

Donaka can feel you watching him as you follow him down the hallway, the way you’re intrigued by him, the way you’re staring. It fills him with satisfaction, like you’re a new prize he’s added to the shelf of his collection.

He’s aware of the effect he has on people. Men fear him, women want him. Yet you don’t look at him with the same blatant hunger he’s used to from the opposite sex. You’re curious, but not ready to fall down on your knees yet. 

He would see how long it takes to change that.

He glances over his shoulder at you as he leads you through the house, his dark eyes looking you up and down again. You follow close, taking two steps for every one of his, his legs are so long.

He can’t help but feel somewhat amused, enjoying the way you have to scurry to keep up with him. He can’t help but think how easy it would be, to pick you up, and to pin you down…

Donaka Mark’s home is an achievement of luxury architecture, dark, modern, yet filled with Chinese elements of style. Ceiling-high tinted windows afford a breathtaking view of the bay. His living room is like a museum filled with priceless artifacts. Antique carved ivory elephant tusks, beautiful Ming vases and exquisite stone Elder statues, silk scrolls and bladed weapons. All of it you will be expected to keep tidy with a painstaking hand. You think it’s possible your practically useless degree in art history and former employment in a gallery may have given you an edge in his assistant’s selection of hiring you.

He seems to genuinely enjoy your interest in these things, telling you about them at length. There is a large Qing dynasty vase in cobalt blue and gold enamel designs of clouds, cranes, and bats you cannot tear your eyes from. It looks…familiar, and in person, utterly enchanting.

“You like that one?”

“I like bats,” you admit, shoving your hands in your apron pockets so that you do not forget yourself and touch it with your bare fingers. You will be wearing gloves, when you detail these items. 

He lifts an eyebrow at that, seemingly amused. “Oh?”

“They’re cute. And…they’re good luck.” In Chinese culture, at least. 

“Most women I’ve met find them sinister.” 

“I think…they’re just misunderstood.” You can’t help looking up at this intimidating man through your eyelashes at that. You swear you didn’t mean to start double talking with your new boss–it just falls out of your stupid mouth, and you feel his attention upon you sharpen.  

He’s used to women looking at him in a certain way, women staring up at him with lustful hunger.

The way you look at him feels different –like you truly see him–he’s not sure what to make of it yet, and that is certainly new for Donaka Mark.

“Misunderstood?” he repeats, his dark gaze intense, looking down at you from his lofty elevation.

"Sure. They have a reputation for being scary, but really they eat mosquitoes and pollinate plants. Without them whole ecosystems would collapse."

Donaka hums at your words, finding it surprisingly endearing. He’s usually used to women fawning over him or at least trying to seduce him, but you’re here lecturing him about bats.

His smirk remains on his face as he watches you fidget nervously, his dark eyes fixed on you. You look back to the vase, and then it dawns on you. “Oh my god…is this the piece that sold at Christies last year for like…1.5 million dollars?” You take another cautious step backwards, as though you might shatter it if you breathe wrong. You saw it in an article–the gold enamel had been so distinctive against the blue. Sacrifice blue, the same as in the Temple of Heaven in Beijing.

Only after the question falls from your mouth do you realize how gauche it is to ask, your hands flying to your lips. “Forgive me, it’s none of my business.”

Mark, however, just continues to look at you interestedly. “You follow auction results?”

“I follow…art news,” you confess.

He nods, his intense gaze starting to become uncomfortable. “Actually, it was 1.8 million. You think I overpaid?”

You feel like this is a test–or a trap. It was a nice job, for the day it lasted…

“Well…it doesn’t seem you bankrupted yourself?”

He snorts in answer, shaking his head. 

“Does it make you happy?”

He lifts an eyebrow at that, as though the thought hadn't even occurred to him. “It made me happy to outbid a Sheikh’s son and a Mainlander plastics tycoon for it,” he admits.

Ah, so he was invested in the thrill of acquisition–not appreciation for the object itself. You shouldn’t be surprised.

“I see.”

“I’ve disappointed you.” It’s not phrased as a question.

You shake your head, though maybe it does a little. Looking around his home, you’d thought Mark had exquisite taste–but he probably has an art buyer like every other obscenely rich businessman needing to acquire items for the sake of cachet. 

“Does it make you happy?” he asks, and there is an unexpected hint of playfulness in the question–delivered on a knife’s edge.

“Yes,” you admit. Frankly you’re stunned you get to see it like this, without a glass barrier or sensors or alarms. It’s usually the only way people like you get to enjoy art like this.

He smirks at you. “Then it was worth every penny.” He’s being sarcastic, of course, but there is a glitter of something in his dark eyes. It’s there and gone, like ripples in a pool–it makes your heart skip in your chest.

“Let me show you the rest of the house,” he invites, before placing a hand on your lower back, his fingers large and strong against your soft skin as he gently guides you away from the vase and to the next room.

His light touch makes you aware of every nerve in your body. It's not quite improper enough to complain about--you’re sure he’s well aware of that. 

And…there's the fact, deep down, that you like it. 

The span of his big hand on your spine makes you feel impossibly small, and protected, and that is insane, of course, because you are just the maid. 

He shows you the library, filled with built-in bookcases that make you drool, his office with his huge carved ebony desk that makes you think impure thoughts…and then, his bedroom.

He isn’t oblivious to the way your reaction changes as you enter the room where he sleeps.

He can see the way your eyes roam and your expression changes, the way you look at the massive bed against the far wall, the way your eyes widen when you look at the expensive rosewood furniture and the stunning view out the wall of windows that can be brightened or obscured with a dimmer switch.

He watches you intently as he takes in your every reaction.

He's all business on the surface, specifying clean sheets every other day, laundry, and daily detailing of the bathroom. But it's hard not to keep looking over at the bed, even out the corner of your eye.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, but he doesn’t push it, staying just this side of the line. You don't linger, and he shows you a more private lounging area filled with a long leather couch, additional chairs, and monitors, all black at the moment. There's something almost sinister about all the screens, and you wonder what all he's watching.

“You must really like movies?” you ask hopefully, and he senses the wariness in you. Your intuitiveness gives him a small thrill–he likes it, that you’re smart enough to be afraid. 

“I like to watch all kinds of things,” he tells you, almost like a dare for you to guess what that means. “But mostly…I use these for business. I run a security company, I assume you’re aware?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Donaka decides he loves hearing the submission in your tone when you call him Sir. It’s almost like a promise to keep him happy, to do exactly as he says.

He asks you to keep all the screens clean, and to dust the cords and routers and be careful not to unplug anything. 

Then your attention turns to a meditation area, a massive sand sculpture on the wall and the floor, flanked by natural stacked stone. “Wow, been a while since someone vacuumed here,” you crack, earning a reluctant huff of laughter from the man behind you. 

“Maybe…leave that alone, for now,” he requests, then his hand is on your back again, guiding you out. 

Though it’s not going to be your area of responsibility, he shows you the garden next. It's a beautiful, manicured space. Two Rottweilers patrol the grounds. They look fierce, but one immediately comes up, sniffing you and leaning on your leg for a pet.

Donaka blinks as his reputably ferocious and staggeringly expensive pure-bred guard animals roll over at your feet for a belly rub.  Delighted, you pet them both, speaking to them sweetly. They grin up at you, their dagger-like canines glinting in the sun. 

He is never one to be moved by anything sentimental, but something about the sight of you like this inspires a warm twinge in his chest–heartburn, he reasons.

“Let me guess,” he says acerbically. “They’re just misunderstood?”

You press your lips, trying to suppress a smile, and failing. "Animals tend to like me?" 

He can honestly admit, as he watches you crouch down to administer a belly rub, that he’s never been jealous of a dog before. 

Sensing that maybe you’re not doing the dogs or yourself any favors with this severe man, you try to shoo them off. "Ok, babies. Go back to being fierce again. Shoo."

Donaka snorts with amusement as he watches you attempt to gently shoo these dogs that are nearly as big as you are. Suddenly he whistles sharply, administering a sharp command in Cantonese. That is when the dogs jerk to attention, and trot off to patrol the grounds again.

He turns his attention back to you, taking in your slight expression of surprise, clearly caught off guard.

"That was impressive,” you admit. “What did you say?” 

“I told them to get back to work,” says Donaka with a smirk.

“Ah. I guess I better learn that one.” 

“Will I be needing to reprimand you too, Miss y/n?” 

You’re not sure why his dark stare calls up a boiling heat inside you at that moment. You press your thighs beneath your dress, under the guise of standing up straight. You’re afraid…he knows all too well. 

“I…certainly hope not.” You’re pretty sure that you’d pee yourself if this intimidating man raised his voice to you. 

“Have you learned much Chinese since you’ve been here?” he asks conversationally, just as you assumed it was time for you to get back to work. 

“I can count to ten, and say thank you,” you admit, a little embarrassed. Obviously, you intend to learn more. “The essentials for international travel.” You’d originally come to Hong Kong to teach English, but when you saw the pay attached to this job listing you couldn’t resist the opportunity. Teaching was ok, but you hadn’t anticipated how expensive this city would be. You’d only made enough to cover your basic expenses month to month, with no room to save or do any fun activities or side trips to the mainland. This position paid three times as much–and you were beginning to understand why. 

“Hmm. Have you traveled much?” He seems skeptical, and you don’t really blame him. 

“I’ve…been all over the world,” you admit, albeit it was on a shoestring. “I wanted to be a travel writer.” 

“Wanted to be?” He is a man who picks up on subtlety immediately. 

It’s a dream you’ve all but given up on, after publishing a few articles, but all in all it was more slog than triumph. You’re not cut out for the grind of periodical work, the stress and the deadlines. It sucks all the joy out of writing for you. You shrug with a little sigh. 

“I hope you will remember the NDA you signed to work here?” he asks, his dark eyes roaming your face, taking in your every micro-expression. You would really hate trying to lie to this man. Good thing you’re not a corporate spy. He’d probably…string you up, and do something unmentionable to you. 

Why the thought titillates you more than scares you, you have no idea. 

“Of course, Sir.” He seems satisfied with this. So why do you have to add, “I won’t tell anyone your guard dogs are suckers for a belly scratch.” 

He frowns down at you, stepping in close so that you have to crane your neck to look up at him. It’s intimidating as hell, and you know he knows it too. You admit that you are shaking in your shoes under that look, until a smirk breaks his intense expression, and the relief you feel is palpable. 

“I would appreciate that, Miss y/n.”

Donaka savors the satisfaction he feels in flustering you, enjoying the way you swallow, watching the muscles in your throat. He imagines what his hand would look like there, on your delicate skin, your pulse fluttering against his strong fingers. He would literally hold your life in his hands…and the moment you surrendered to him, he would so enjoy rewarding you for it…

He finds himself caught up in this little daydream, while you stand before him, practically hypnotized like a mouse before a hungry snake. “Y/n?”

“Sir?” you answer quietly, and he revels in your deference. This was going to be fun. 

He speaks Cantonese again, softly this time, the language beautiful and whispery on his tongue. You find yourself staring at his lush, pink, lips, and it takes you several moments to realize he’d said the same thing he’d told the dogs: get back to work. 

Flooded with embarrassment, your face on fire, you stutter, “Yes, Sir.” 

With a dark chuckle and his hands in the pockets of his designer suit, he watches as you practically flee back to the house. 

The Smithsonian article about this vase...

Aesthetic post about Donaka's house...

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[hiskillingjar]

nobody else but you

Relationship: Strade/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Forced Feminisation, Misgendering, Vaginal Sex, Choking Length: 1750+ words

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"You haven't been keeping a close eye on your testosterone, have you?"

Melvin looked up from his space on the bed, as Strade lazily unbuttoned his overshirt, revealing inch after inch of hot, tan skin, warmed by the setting, summer sun outside the window. 

It has been a hard day of surviving for him, and he was in the mood to just live, if he could.

"Why do you say that?" Melvin asked, a pierced tongue idly running over his lips as Strade tossed aside his shirt, revealing a roll of hair-fuzzed fat that pooled over the waistband of his khakis, and planted his knee at the end of the bed.

He had a way of making him feel small, making him feel like prey, like the animals he used to torture and pull apart a lifetime ago.

He had the good sense that Strade would have liked to pull him apart, too, and he didn't hate that idea nearly as much as he should have.

"Ah, I'm just making an observation…” Strade replied with a shrug, before looking towards the younger man with a smile, casual and absent-minded as ever, always the innocent party when he so rarely actually was. “But, ah,” He cut himself off with a chuckle and shook his head, his casual smile broadening into one more teasing and malicious - a familiar expression on his handsome face. “You really haven't noticed anything new? Anything…changing? Anything developing?"

"Noticed...what? You're, heh,” Melvin laughed too, trying to be as casual as his captor (and rarely managing it), as Strade crawled towards him at the bed’s headboard, before placing a hand on his shoulder and forcing him down the mattress, pinning the younger man in place with the authority that he was used to. "You're kind of freaking me out, here..."

"Mm, don't worry. There's no reason to be freaked out!” Strade replied, looming over him and using his knees to nudge his legs apart, opening him up, ripe and ready for the taking (like an animal skin about to be stuffed with cotton and wire). “You've got me looking after you, after all, don't you, meine liebe?"

Melvin took in a slow inhale as Strade raised his knee and pressed it to the front of his shorts, torn between the desire to keen up against it and chase the forbidden pleasure, or shy away from it. 

He knew enough German to know what that meant. 

And while he might have known that pulling away was the smarter option of the two, especially when Strade was in one of his playful moods, he didn’t always make the smartest of decisions. 

At least, when those decisions concerned Strade, anyway.

"Ngh…” He groaned lowly, pale eyes fluttering with lust as Strade ground his knees against the warmth of his shorts, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “W-what have you done?"

"You know how easy it is to get your medication online?” Strade then asked, looking down at the younger man, speaking casually (always so fucking casual), as if he was discussing dinner plans that evening. “It's almost...concerning how easy it is, you know, when you have the right supplier, the right links, know who to talk to."

"Mmf..." Melvin bit his lip, covering his trembling lips with a tight fist and feeling heat gather in his cheeks, as Strade’s hands descended to the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down his legs. 

"Well, maybe not completely right.�� He then added with another laugh, canting his head to the side, his golden eyes narrowing with amusement and poorly concealed lust, before he flung Melvin’s shorts to the side and forced his legs wider to accommodate his broad body. “After all, they slipped up so easily, didn't they?"

"D-Did they?" Melvin asked, his voice starting to stutter with nerves and arousal.

"Mmhmm.” Strade nodded with a shit-eating smirk, in on a joke that he would never share with anyone else. “I actually noticed it when it first came in. They sent six months of estrogen-”

Melvin’s hazy eyes immediately widened as Strade spoke, each word slurring until it was barely audible under the ringing in his ears.

“Instead of the six months of testosterone injections that I ordered.” Strade kept speaking, though his voice sounded as if it was underwater. 

Like Melvin was floundering, suffocating, drowning on dry land, and Strade was continuing to make conversation, like nothing was happening at all, like nothing was wrong.

“Easy mistake to make though, ja? It could happen to anyone, really…" 

"...What?" Melvin then said, after a beat of pregnant silence.

Strade grinned, showing off wet, cannibal teeth.

"You reeeeally need to pay more attention to what you're doing, Melina~"

Melvin swallowed hard, feeling a sudden dryness in his throat that feltl like he was trying to swallow a golf ball.

"You're kidding. You're…heh…haha,” Melvin tried to laugh again, his giggles sounding almost hysterical (so typical of a woman, wasn't it?), trying to make Strade give up and admit the falsehood of the prank (knowing he wouldn’t). “Y-You're just pulling a sick joke on me, right? Aren't you?”

"I don't think so,” Strade replied, his grin shifting into his ever-casual smirk and his dark brows raised in a silent question, all while strong hands stroked up and down Melvin’s full hips and sides, and to his front. “I mean, haven't you noticed your body changing? You've gained more weight around your hips, your thighs…” His hands then forced the front of the younger man’s tank up to his stubbly chin, eliciting a short yelp from him. “Even your chest has filled out again. It's been pretty nice to watch, I have to admit." 

Strade then let out a bark of a laugh, before palming one of Melvin’s breasts roughly. 

“Who'd have known a greasy, little creepster like you would have a killer rack?!”

"N-No, that's not-” Melvin yelped again as Strade pinched a wide areola, rubbing the bud of his nipple to a perky point, all while grinding his knee down against his crotch, eliciting even more unwanted arousal. “That's just weight gain, it’s t-totally normal, NGH-!"

Melvin found his words cut short, as they so often were, though,. as Strade forced him against the bed, boxing in his wriggling body between solid biceps and thighs (made of pure, thick muscle), and pushing his crotch against his, so close that he could feel the swell of an erection through his khakis.

What wasn't this guy turned on by?

"Ah, it's a shame, isn’t it? You've undone aaaall your hard work, silly girl.” Strade drawled with another sick grin (clearly pleased by how much he was getting under the younger man’s skin), bringing his face down to Melvin’s, their bodies so close that Melvin could smell the sweat on his skin, (always so much thicker than his own, so much more masculine). “Yeah, it's a real shame. But there's nothing you can do about it now, is there? Best not to worry about it too much, hm?

"Ghhh, no, stop..." Melvin protested, taking in a shivering groan as Strade unbuckled his belt with one hand (he’d had plenty of practice, after all) and freed his erection from the confines of his trousers and boxers. “Stop, stop, stop, you can't be serious-”

"Who knows,” Strade continued, keening his hips forward and brushing the weeping head of his cock against Melvin’s cunt, the warmth of his length making the younger man instantly tremble and writhe, inadvertently causing more friction between them. “Maybe if you keep taking your meds like a good girl-”

Melvin felt his cheeks flush at Strade’s filthy words, his insides twisting with incredibly dubious pleasure.

“I'll finally be able to knock you up for real. That would be a lot of fun, wouldn't it?~"

"Nnnnooo, no, that wouldn't be fun, gh," Melvin grimaced with poorly concealed discomfort as he felt Strade’s cock breach the entrance of his cunt, shamed at the easy access the older man found in his unrelenting slick. “S-Stopppuh…”

"Ah, ah, ah, I think the lady doth protest too much! I mean, just look how wet you're getting over this. You like it!” 

Strade laughed, cruel and gloating (as a captor should be), one hand holding Melvin’s soft hip tightly (tight enough to cause bruises), as the other reached up and pushed his hair out of his flushed face, sweat from his forehead and temples making the fried, dyed strands curl and soften. 

“Come on, don't lie to me and say you wouldn't enjoy being my little housewife…” Strade took in a low groan through his teeth, easing into the younger man even deeper, feeling his body tighten fantastically around his hard cock as he began to thrust. “Taking care of things around the house while I provide for you…like a good husband should, ja?”

"Hhhh..." Melvin exhaled shakily, feeling his body sink into the mattress and succumb to each of Strade’s firm thrusts, soft flesh meeting flesh in brutal, wet slaps. “No…hh…yes…” Melvin’s lips parted with a high, keening moan, before his teeth sank into his bottom lip. “God, k-keep going…”

"Yeah, that's what I thought.” Strade mumbled with a smile, looking almost triumphant (like a hunter kneeling over his fresh kill), his hand trailing down Melvin’s cheek and to his gasping throat. 

He then wrapped a strong grip around it and pinned his head down to the mattress, giving himself a lax body to easily fuck into, like a sex toy, like a real wife. 

“I think you'd like it a lot, Melina. I think you’re really, really like it."

"Fffuhh..." Melvin’s dry throat constricted even tighter, making the heat in his flushed face feel even hotter. His eyes grew hazy and unfocused, drifting from Strade’s face and to the banging headboard as the older man fucked into him with even more rigour. 

"That's it.” Strade praised, putting a little more pressure on his throat, his own lip between his teeth and his thrusts becoming a little faster and harder. “Just stay nice and blissed out on my cock, like a good girl does, and I'll take care of everything."

“Mm,” Melvin moaned before a shaking hand reached up to the one around his throat, claws digging into the thick meat of Strade’s wrist, (knowing he wouldn’t be able to push him away). “I’m a…I’m a good girl, hhh…”

“That’s it. Just give up.”

Melvin’s thighs tightened around Strade’s hips then, as he ran out of air to speak or to protest.

“Just give up~”

[foxtricksterwriting]

Meeting Reimagined; Keith

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written for Duality, even though I think about it a lot. And I'm back with a new MC, Tytus!

Tags: @dualityvn

Tytus sighs, annoyed by the cold rain pelting him harshly. As he jogs, he notices the flower shop he’s walked by everyday. He heads that way, figuring that the rain won’t let up for a while still. He dips into the shop and lets out a relieved breath. The floral air invades his nose while he looks around, making him hum in content. He jumps as a soft voice ahead of him says “Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Tytus looks ahead at the counter, finding a tall blond man with blue eyes. The man gives him a shy and apologetic smile. “Hello, hi, sorry, I was in my head a bit. Yeah, the rain’s terrible right now,” he responds while giving an awkward laugh, “Is it okay if I stick around until the rain’s gone?”

“Oh, yes, that’d be fine. Feel free to look around while you’re here,” the blond cashier nods as he speaks. Tytus nods back, not giving him a second look. He scans the store, looking at the arrangements and other potted plants. After not finding what he’s looking for, he steps up to the counter. “Excuse me, do you have Bat Flowers?” He asks, scanning the cashier and finding his name card on a lanyard around his neck; Keith. 

“I’m sorry, we sold our last two this morning,” Keith says after a minute of thought and checking somethings. Tytus deflates a little, but desperately tries to rein in his reaction. “Oh, okay. Thank you,” He says. “We could take your number and call you when we get more?” Keith offers. “Ah, no thank you. I appreciate the offer though,” Tytus declines easily but he keeps talking, “but I would still like to get a plant. Do you have any recommendations? Preferably something that wouldn’t hurt a cat if it got eaten.” Keith lights up at the question.

“Of course! Spider plants, Echeveria succulents and Bird’s Nest Ferns are all pet friendly. Spider plants are actually notorious for being non toxic to animals. Boston Ferns are another option, but they're a little harder to care for,” Keith continues to explain how to care for each plant while pointing them out. Tytus watches him as he speaks, mesmerized by how outspoken he is. His passion would be obvious to even the most oblivious person. His whole body radiates joy and a bit of excitement. It’s a bit infectious, at least it is to Tytus. The green and black haired man can’t help but give the slightly shorter man his full attention. When Keith is done explaining, Tytus hums before saying, “I’ll go for the Spider Plant. You said they were over there, right?”

Keith nods and Tytus goes to retrieve it. As he carefully sets it on the counter, Keith asks, “Have you cared for any kind of plant before?”

“Yeah, actually. Mostly herbs and cat grass, though. I use the herbs when I’m cooking,” Tytus internally reminds himself to leave out any mentions of spells or potions. No telling how this guy would react, for now at least. He continues, “I used to have catnip, too, but my cat found and destroyed it when I wasn’t paying much attention. I haven’t had many plants that were there to just look nice.” Keith chuckles a little. As Tytus pays for his new spider plant, he notices that the rain has stopped. He looks back to Keith as he picks up the spindly plant. Before he even thinks to stop himself, he says, “Could I have your number?” Wait, fuck, shit SH--”Sorry, that was really sudden. You don’t have to agree to that.” He tacks that on, not sure if he’s already fucked up somehow.

The blond blushes as he registers the question, “Oh, I’m flattered!” His expression morphs quickly into one of sadness, “Don’t take this the wrong way. I think you’re very attractive and you seem like a nice person, but having my number isn’t a good idea.” Tytus’ brows knit together with confusion but he quickly shakes it off and nods. “That’s alright. Thank you for at least humoring me, and for helping me with the plant. Bye,” He says this as he walks towards the door while giving the blond a smile. He ducks out as suddenly as he came in.

Right as he starts walking home, a shiver crawls up his spine, tickling his neck and making him look around. He spares the shop window a glance, seeing Keith through it. He’s looking back at Tytus, but missing the polite smile. And something about his eyes seem……off. I don’t think they were like that before. He shakes it off and hurries away, content to get lost in his thoughts while minding his new plant buddy.

[welcometoteyvat]

xingqiu 3rd anecdote

I'm going to imagine him making this expression whenever he sounds moderately embarrassed in his voicelines. pinches his cheeks, ruffles his hair, pokes him, bullies him even harder. what a lovely idiot lol I've always loved xingqiu's voicelines where he talks to traveler because he gets teased so much, and this anecdote, where we get to poke fun at him even more, is wonderful. xingqiu dynamic with traveler is very very underrated

please just namedrop xingqiu's brother at this point, I can't keep referring to him like this lol. extremely obsessed with his books, even more than xingqiu himself? described as "爱书成痴" => literally "he loves books so much he turns into an fool", pretty sure this phrase is missing in the english translation. but despite this bookishness, he knows his younger brother so well he purposely kept typewriters a secret to force xingqiu to practice his handwriting... that doesn't sound much like the "simpleton" xingqiu's voicelines suggested hm?

next, my delusions and headcanons: xingqiu says 好重云 or "my good chongyun" during the line "Y—Y—You… Chongyun, please, just… stop…". hu tao says 好云堇... 好姐姐 or "my good yun jin, my dear jiejie" when trying to get yun jin to sing the hilichurl song in lantern rite. my conclusion: one day, those two brats put their braincells together to figure out the most effective way to beg their friends, with the same tone of voice and everything.

edit: speaking of chongyun, WHEN AM I GONNA SEE SHENHE AND HIM ON SCREEN GENSHIN. he's comfortable enough asking his aunt to go fix his friend's bad handwriting for him, so hey where's the relationship development? where?? where??? ok I'm normal now I just had to get that out

also: zhongli was looking for light novels in wanwen bookhouse for hu tao (and looking specifically for some books not sold there, hmm? perhaps those books include a light novel that blew up in inazuma but flopped in liyue? hm?). additionally xiangling's comment "Haha, has Xingqiu been getting you into light novels?" in lantern rite also leads me to imagine that some way or other, all of xingqiu's friends have found out he's The Zhenyu, The bestselling author of a legend of sword. I hope someone writes a fill in the gap fic of all their reactions because I need it badly. in my head, hu tao is surprisingly chill about it when she finds out, like "oh, seems like the young master's graduated from writing poetry? hey, hey, can you promote my poetry volumes overseas too?". except she takes the opportunity to bring it up whenever possible afterwards, but! she also has some really good storyline advice and maybe, just maybe, gets promoted to beta reader. someday. as long as she promises not to tease him about his terrible handwriting and to keep her mouth shut about the plot twists!!! xiangling tunes out and stops reading when she doesnt understand what's going on (which is fairly early), but still supports him wholeheartedly. mostly gives him food for late nights, and (tries to) get him to try her experimental dishes to get him out of writers block.

with chongyun, it feels like this anecdote yet again retconned his teapot dialogue where he can't really tell fiction apart from reality and gets mad at some injustices in a story. (tbh that part of his characterization seems super inconsistent from release) maybe he just gets really immersed in stories or smth. unconsciously reading xingqiu's book aloud is actually hilarious, i swear he's an audio learner (likes listening to liu su's stories too). yun jin gives an actually positive response except somehow her reaction is the one that embarrasses xingqiu most. something about yun jin, whose work is much more famous in liyue, also reading xingqiu's own light novels and telling him she enjoys his fresh storytelling would probably make him a little shy I think. he admires her stories and plays! her reading his work in return is flattering, but also somehow feels like he doesn't deserve it (?). gaming... haven't figured him out yet. tba. sneaking a peak at the deliveries would be unlike him, so the only option would be for him to overhear this or get told, but idk if he'd really be interested or if he and xingqiu are close enough. maybe if they build up enough of a rapport by running into each other in chenyu vale and coincidentally training together, perhaps.

[fireseo]

Yunho x Fem!Reader Pt.1

Genre: fluff, memberxfem!reader, non!idol!au

Summary: You meet Yunho at a party of a mutual friend and hit it off fairly quickly

Warnings: slight cursing (says ass once)

Word count: 746

Author's note: Hii, this is my first ff, so please be patient 🙏 any help or tips will be greatly appreciated! This is only a beginning part ‼️

Yunho really regretted agreeing to go to his friends party. He wanted to support him, he really did. But he was so exhausted from work that week and just wanted to eat and sleep. His head buzzing from alcohol and headaches from the loud ass music. Everybody is either too drunk to count or too high to function. He really wanted to leave, and soon.

Not until you came along. You looked absolutely breathtaking in your outfit, it showing off the best of your physical traits and your makeup enhancing all the premium attributes of your facial features. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were absolutely gorgeous and he felt his face warm up as he wanted to know your name. He walked to where you were, wanting to make conversation.

You really wanted to look good tonight considering this is the first party of your mutual friend San. You been friends with him for 3 years so you wanted to support his first frat party since your freshman year of college. You saw him by the doorway inviting everyone, walking up to him.

"Hey San, how's the party going so far?" You asked him, looking around at the party. "Oh! It's going great! So many people even came up to me to ask when's the next one!" He says excitedly. You laugh, happy that he's enjoying his party. "Well, where are the snacks? The deal was that I come here and they'll be alot of snacks." You spoke to him. "Just in the kitchen, that's where all the drinks and snacks are don't worry" he said, laughing at you.

"What brings you here?" He asked politely, not wanting you to think he doesn't want you here. "Oh I'm a friend of San's!" I confirmed, "He made me come here to support his "first frat party", reckon it's actually quite easy to do if you know alot of people" You laughed. Yunho started laughing aswell, "actually yeah, he wanted me to come here too. I've been friends with him since we were 17 so me coming to something to support him is basically a part-time job." He admitted, shaking his head, chuckling. You laughed as you thought about the fact that you were the same way with San.

As you walked to the kitchen, you bumped into an extremely tall, beautiful man. "Hey.. " he said with a polite smile. "He's so handsome" You thought. "Hi." You said grabbing a chip from a bowl. "I'm Yunho" he said shyly. "Y/n" "That's a really pretty name" He said out loud 'Not as pretty as you though..' He thought. You felt yourself blush a bit as the tall man looked at you with big eyes. "Thank you" you said as you ate the chip you've been holding.

You guys have been chatting for what feels like forever, talking about all kinds of things ranging from childhood, to San, to work. Just absolutely everything about you two have been put on the table for no secrets. You've only known eachother for about 3 hours, but you feel so much more closer than normal. "Do you want a drink?" You recommend. "Sure ill take a whiskey" he said with a content smile. "Okay! Come on!" You say happily, pulling Yunho off the couch you guys were sitting at over to the kitchen for the drinks. After making his and your drinks he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, making you halt your movements for a split second. "Wha-what was that?" You ask hesitantly, too shy to speak up. "Your hair was blocking my view of your beauty" he spoke quietly, admiring your face.

You started to get red as the thought of him thinking your beautiful gets to loud. "Uh- thanks.." you stuttered shyly as you look at the ground, taking a sip of your freshly made drink. Yunho grabs your chin softly and turns your head towards him, "seriously, you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever met" he assured sternly. "Really? Wow.." I uttered as I smiled slightly. Yunho nods, staring at you. "You aren't quite bad yourself you know.." I teased as he started to heat up, ears and cheeks red from embarrassment. "At least we're mutual about it then" he joked. You giggle aswell "well that'll be a plus" you chuckled. He smiled "Would you like to leave this party?" He asked outwardly, you look at him for a second, thinking, "sure where to?"

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Author: Thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed my first fic despite it being so short! 💕🙏

[outlanderskin]

Paris, December 2013

-When I lived here I always stopped like we are now and contemplated this city that never sleeps... always thinking about how much this city has seen, how much these streets have seen.

They were at the hotel window looking at Paris and its lights. It was winter and the city, which is beautiful regardless of the season, was still alive with the typical touch of magic. He had his face in her hair, as he liked to do since day one. There was something about the smell of her hair , something sweet and spice like her. He raised his eyes a little to also focus on the city, but it was difficult, because she was only wearing his shirt and he was wearing the hotel robe. However, that woman was cultured, she had lived in so many countries and traveled so much. He didn't want to seem like the stupid guy driven only by desire, who couldn't articulate a conversation... sometimes it was cool to be shy and undecided about what to say, because this spare you to look like an idiot.

-There is a lot of blood in these streets... and also a lot of hope. The French Revolution, the war. But also the parties, the victories, the good music, the good food, the art.

-Yes, the DNA of Paris is a tangle of moments and this seems to reflect in the city, doesn't it? She said snuggling closer to his chest.

-I think that actually, Paris wouldn't be so mystical and fascinating if it hadn't experienced all these things. In the end, all of this ended up creating the city, you know...going through these things, made Paris what it is.

-Speaking of going through things... While you were in the shower our boss called me asking if I knew which hotel in Paris you were at, because he needed to talk to you. I think he was actually hoping to hear that I'm here too. I said I didn't know. Maybe you shouldn't have posted that pic.

-We were wearing masks.... He hugged her tighter. He knew it was silly to post the photo, that it was impulsive. But he was in love and he was happy because the girl loved him too. He was living the best phase of his life and he wanted to shout it to the world. But he couldn't.

-If one day someone happens to find out and pressure you about it, if they say anything, I'll say it was my fault. That you didn't want it, that I forced it to happen. She turned to him and kissed him.

-No. I don't know what awaits us. In fact, we don't know. But I know we're going to have to go through a lot. Maybe we have no idea what we will have to go through. But please, let's get through this together.

-Yes. Together. He kissed her back.

-Will we go through so much that we will become mystical and fascinating like Paris, one day?

She laughed and kissed him again. Then he looked back at the city and also felt like his heart shouting that he was happy, that he was in love, that he was scared to death, but that he knew there was no way not to experience that. And the city listened to him because a rain cloud disappeared, showing the stars in the Paris sky.

"Sometimes the stars just align."

Disclaimer: This is a Work of Fiction… Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Images merely illustrative.

[pizzapredicament]

"Can I take your order?"

Hah, first Forsaken RP blog!!! Mod is a girl, Elliot is a boy, lets get on with it! Mods also a minor

No harassment, bullying, or vaugeing!

Don't be a jerk ❤

If you don't like me then leave my blog, you are not wanted here!

Ship and Let Ship!

No. NSFW. Ever.

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#taking your order - ask tag

#delivery arrived - rp tag

#work time is over - ooc tag

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#the butcheress vanity - @/forsakened-vanity-killer

#the dimension crossing gambler - @gigi-forsakenblog

#my so called "friend" - @ask-dad007n7 (to the other person I tagged, so sorry!)

#apparently this kid is now my friend. - @45k-c00lk1dd

#annoying but one of my favorites - @no1-best-gambler (I'm back temporarily by sneaking on my device at 3 AM! Don't expect it to be long ❤)

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UNIVERSES OF ELLIOT (in this blog)!:

-Cakey (Cake Elliot)

-Cashier (Cashier Elliot)

-Milestone (Milestone Elliot no duh)

-Swap/Killer Elliot...this is a bad idea. (Ya think? -Mod)

-Alli (Alien Elliot)

-Friendly (Friend Elliot)

-Manager (Manager Elliot, suggested by @y3ki02)

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INFO!

Elliot is the original. He's also the one who is the most stressed. He can't count the numerous times he's given people pizza, and how they've ignored it. He's currently going on strike, until everyone learns to appreciate him a little more. Burned himself on the oven.

Cakey likes to bake. People confuse Cakey for a girl when they're mentioned, but they're actually Genderfluid. Could fit the role of a girl though with their personality, and if they felt like it.

Cashier is severely underrated and overworked. He does not get paid enough for this, especially not with GASA4 Noob and his 007n7, Dummy, hanging out. He does like the company though, it's very cool. Dummy runs the convince store when he isn't there.

Milestone is very chill. He likes bloxycola's a lot, and he's super energetic. He also has a lot of charisma and doesn't really hate anybody. Complete 180 from original Elliot, real laid back and doesn't give a shit if someone doesn't see his pizza. "It's their heals, not mine." he says.

Swap/Killer Elliot, or by his preferred nickname, Twister, is a master at emotional manipulation and deceiving. Funnily enough, he really only is true with the other Elliots and all 007n7's, because in his dimension, he's only true to HIS 007n7, meaning he doesn't lie too him or manipulate him, to sum it up.

Alli is a very silly and funny guy. They like everyone, even the killers, and is very resilient. Only problem? They can't speak English. So, the others got them a translator.

The newest recruit, Friendly, is a very kind character. However, he's also very sad and down, leading him to being Shy and Timid. He is very empathetic and sympathetic, though.

Manager is sort of the authority figure, the one who takes charge. He has enough authority that if a killer were to attack, he'd be commanding enough to stun them with his voice. Unlike the others, he is actually less of a healer and more of a Sentinel. He can still heal, but his pizza is poisonous to killers and healing to players.

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Fact #1: Just because they're all friends doesn't mean they're related. So, if you wanted to ship one of them with another, it wouldn't count, considering Cashier isn't even originally from Forsaken and therefore doesn't technically technically count as an Forsaken Elliot. So he can be shipped with another member!Preferably not though, and please don't hate on me for this fact.

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Enjoy!

Cakey

Twister (looks awesome...)

[gojosbf]

Sorry, but I need to say something I've been thinking about for a while. I found geto's death forcing. 1.he loses to a boy with no experience and the power of ''love''. 2.he was stronger and had more knowledge and experience than the boy yuta. 3. It seems that the author just wanted to get rid of geto so that this annoying villain Kenjaku could come. 4. In my opinion, Geto is the best villain. I don't understand why the author didn't want to continue with him. 5. His death was forced because Saturo already had a change in character and personality. What I'm trying to say is that in the film, Satura is already different, he's no longer that immature young man. 6. the serious work was much more dramatic if geto had survived saturo blow he would have become stronger and returned as a villain again with sukuna. Sorry if it's big, but I have these doubts that such a good and well-constructed character had a horrible ending and very little.

I have mixed feelings about this anon but first I'd clarify things point by point for you and then give my opinion if possible

1. Yuuta Okkotsu has a special grade curse, the queen of curses Rika, the power of "love" you speak tho it might sound cliché does fit here well and it was explained in the manga that love is considered the most twisted curse (if you saw the movie you'd have seen that gojo said this line to him too).

2. Yes sure geto had more experience and knowledge but yuuta is an acclaimed prodigy, his cursed technique is mimicry, rika was so scaringly powerful even before she fully evolved, geto KNEW that if he absorbed rika he'd have everything needed to form his "ideal world". He wasn't just any nobody who managed to get lucky.

3. Okay now here there are two reasons and I am trying my best to find words to explain it, yuuta was meant to be the original mc of jjk, he is the op character. Geto wanted rika (as I mentioned in the previous point) to accomplish his dream so if geto won that battle the story as whole would've taken a very different turn, we wouldn't need itadori and the whole first years and their stories. Remember how I said yuuta was supposed to the actual mc? Yeah that's were gege actually made changes so he could make a better and elaborate plot.

4. Geto Suguru was infact an amazing villain, yes. But you've also got to understand that he was sympathetic towards jujutsu sorcerers, he'd never risk harming them (his own last words being "I never hated anyone from jjk high") unless they're in his way. He had to die because we needed someone who'd go all out, no mercy to anyone, no regard and sympathy for anyone and that's exactly why we needed someone like kenjaku, who was equally powerful, evil and not shy to bring hell.

5. Geto's death had nothing to do with "changing gojo's personality", that change already happened after hidden inventory and premature death arc. His death was an important decision for future plot points (explaining why yuuji was special, sealing the strongest etc).

6. This is where I fully give my opinion, sure Suguru would've come back as stronger and even more powerful villain but would he have achieved what kenjaku did? Geto Suguru that we knew would choose any other route than sealing Gojo, he literally did not even try to protect himself and gave gojo a chance to kill him (during kfc breakup), he never attacked jujutsu high until yuuta happened, he worked with rejected sorcerers and never paired up with evil curses like hanami, jogo and mahito. So, to put it simply it was important part of plot that geto first turned evil and then died, that shaped so many important arcs of the manga and it was well thought out for long run. Sure it's sad and frustrating but that was one good writing move on gege's part and there's no denying that.

[pruneunfair]

All these posts about slavery in Manhwhas and Fiction in general, it reminds of this good Manga that did slavery justice: Shadows House, hell they don't even use the word Slave at all and the subject matter 100% works without it being called slavery even

They don't throw around the word Slave at all but they didn't shy away from the injustice it is, I think that's great writing there, don't just tell it, show it, the Protagonist only speaks up about the slave issues when it needs to be talked about and the rest shown is self explanatory

This Manga did child labor, slavery, cult, revolution better than most I would say, unlike other works that practically fetishize these issues, other than that Shadows House also have great concepts and utilize tropes really well, they make child characters right

I also chimed in by making Fanworks on them, mostly writing about my OCs, I have an Muse OC who's in the rank of the Highest Elites of the authority body of Shadows House, btw this Manga takes place on a Island and in one huge Manor only, she's definitely against the abusive system of the House: Child labors and various other illegal actions against Children, she does have the ability to change things but it doesn't mean she literally overthrow the entire system

My Muse OC is my part to give my own interpretation of the story, a lot seems to think that just because someone is in a position of great power automatically means they will fix everything and everything is so easily changed, my OC understands that the corruption is bad and she does want to change it, but it also means breaking this House's foundation at its core and if she isn't careful, she'll be putting herself into danger, it's complicated, she loves Children in a cult that uses children like livestock, yeah it sounds weird and hypocritical that she loves Children even though she's a part of the system that harms them and definitely contribute to the corruption, but you see that's just the way of life to her, because she was a child of this system, albeit she got a better start than other children who are the actual slaves but she isn't that different than any of those children, it all two sides of the same coin, it's a complicated multifaceted tale, that isn't so black and white. My OC's story is an example of someone who's raised in a corrupted system, she has powers but also powerless, basically someone who's in a tight spot

Y'know this story also has an antagonist who's a part of the slave class who's honestly not meant to be a "slaves are greedy bastards" character like Rashta, the guy is anything but that, he does things not for the greater goods, everything he did was for his benefits, if looking like an anti-slave savior would serves his personal benefits, he would do that, he doesn't give two fuck about the clear corruption and child abuse of this system, he uses that system to further his benefits, overall he's a great example of "nothing is black and white"

He also has an interestingly dysfunctional relationship with my Muse OC I mentioned above

The story really puts into perspective the problematic and complex dilemmas of morals and the dark subject matters

This Manga is so great on the dark topics without being too explicit and obscene, you should totally check out, hope you don't mind my yapping about my Fanon lol

I now really want to read Shadows house, this sounds amazing!

I really used to be a big fan before I moved and the library that was closest nearby to where I lived only had a limited section of Naruto and attack on titan (nothing against those two anime completely, just that I've read them many times before)

So I'm really looking forward to something new.