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blueivyy99 · 2 days ago

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Calm and Serenity

Sylus x Non!Mc

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

note: thank you for the love in the previous chapter 🥹

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It's been a month or two since the last time you've been with Sylus. It saddens you that the time you get to spend together is cut short, only seeing each other at night when he pleases to have dinner or greet you goodnight.

You asked Luke and Kieran about what's happening, but they don't know either. They just know it has something to do with Miss Hunter, about Aether Core, about something that you have very little knowledge about. You mentally noted to search about it later.

“He is very grumpy lately,” Luke said, "He was glaring at us like he wants to skin us alive whenever me and my twin are being a little louder than normal.”

"The only one safe from his anger is Miss Hunter,” Kieran added. "I don't appreciate that Boss is playing favorites in our team.”

You tried not to let out a shaky breath. Luke noticed and he had to elbow Kieran to make him shut up.

"Sorry, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'll try and catch Sylus one of these days. I'll talk to him.”

The twins scurry away while arguing. They think they offended you and they are passing on the blame with each other.

On normal days, it's not easy to get you offended but lately, every little thing just makes you … sensitive.

Maybe it started when you wanted that crow brooch that is neatly placed on Sylus's table …

When you asked him for it he just said, “It's for Miss Hunter,"

He took it from your hand. Albeit gently, it still weighed heavy in your heart.

You know you don't always get your way but with the little seeds of jealousy slowly growing in your heart, it's easy to feel hurt and feel neglected.

You just wanted that damn brooch and you know that he can buy another piece. Or even make you a custom-made one, one that is more inclined on your taste.

You took a deep breath.

Sylus is stressed. You know that and it's not right to add more to his burden. It's just a brooch after all.

“I-I didn't know, but when you have the time to grab one, remember me, okay?” you said.

"Next time, sweetie.” He replied and quickly went back to reading reports.

You don't know if he took your words seriously, but you have enough faith in him to trust that he did.

Or maybe the disappointment started when you wanted to go to Linkon.

There's a newly opened arcade shop that you're really itching to go.

Normally, Sylus would agree and watch you play. He's not the best when it comes to the claw machine, anyway.

So imagine your surprise when he rejected your offer. Not only that, the answer that followed chipped away at your heart little by little.

“Me and Miss Hunter already went there. It's not as fun as the other ones you've tried. You're just gonna waste your time there. Not even new plushies,” he even had the audacity to roll his eyes at that.

It seemed like he didn't think before speaking or he didn't see anything wrong with what he said.

Truthfully, there is none. The logical part of you knows he didn't say anything wrong. But for fuck's sake! Really telling your girlfriend that you went to the arcade with another woman? That's new. That's not something she expected of Sylus.

“You went with her?" you asked. You're anticipating his answer. Praying it's something logical. Something acceptable.

Please tell me it has something to do with those missions.

He looked at you, trying to see what's in your mind but you didn't show anything. Blocking any negative emotions from seeping on the cracks of your face. You tried to look as curious and as genuine as you can be.

Thankfully, he believed that.

“Yes. We went there after getting some intel around the area. She dragged me inside and she played until her heart's content. I remembered she went home with that crow plushie with a bib. She looked happy,"

You almost wanted to scoff at his face. You wanted that plushe as well, he seemed to forget about that. If it's only about the plushie maybe you can push down these negative feelings but here he is looking so endeared while saying that. As if he's not talking to his girlfriend.

Patience. Patience.

“I see. Good for her.” you said. "I also want that crow stuffed toy. Good thing to know they have them."

You tried giving him a hint. It's not like you to make anyone guess what's on your mind.

But then there's silence. And a beep on his phone. He tore his gaze away from you and your statement long forgotten.

At that point, you're holding yourself together trying not to scream and yell at him.

Maybe that's where it started. Maybe it's when you know that the distractions were not just caused by the missions but by Miss Hunter herself.

You sighed. It's evening and Sylus is still nowhere to be found. You texted him but you're met with silence. You wanted to call, but you hesitated. It feels like you don't have the right to do it.

Worry starts gnawing at you when Luke and Kieran hurriedly go out. They didn't even have the chance to say a proper goodbye.

Minutes kept ticking, and you heard it.

Explosions.

Your heart stopped and you wanted to run to where it was because something tells you that Sylus is there. He's in danger.

But before you can even step out of the base, Sylus's men stopped you.

“Boss’s orders to not let the Madame go out when the mission is in full swing. Please wait for him here."

You wanted to pull your hair out. You're trembling with worry but anywhere you go, someone will stop you. You can't even sneak out because that will surely trigger the alarms.

With a heavy heart you slumped on the couch.

“Fucking hell, Sylus what is happening when are you coming home!” you muttered to yourself.

You kept pacing and pacing every second seemed to last a lifetime.

Until the door opened.

And there he was, shirt torn, hair deshiveled and a few scratches on his body.

"Thank God you're alive!” you exclaimed and caught his heavy body before he lost consciousness.

"Sylus? Sylus!” you tried shaking him, but he won't wake up.

You settled him on the couch and grabbed the nearest first aid kit you can reach. Sylus might have the fastest regeneration in the world but it won't ease your worries about the small cuts that still remains on his body.

You tried suppressing your tears seeing him like this but you just can't. As you press the cotton on his cuts, you can't help but open your mouth and nag him about being careless.

“I know you think that this body is invincible, but please be careful! You need to come home to me. You have to come home to me. No matter how I'm annoyed at you right now, you don't have the rights to make me worry like this.”

“What's so important in that mission that you exhaust yourself like this? What's so important about Miss Hunter that you're willing to do such great lengths?"

You know that he can't hear you, but still you talked to him until you calmed down and ask his men to help you settle him in bed after changing him. You called the physician to check him up for anything. You kept yourself busy to shrugg of the nerves but those questions still linger in your head.

Sylus is a strategist even though he looks smug and arrogant. He carefully plans everything and tries to move in quiet only letting the results speak for themselves.

But this? This is not the usual.

Explosions everywhere and declaring a full on war with his enemies is not his style. You know that there's nothing really beneficial for him in this deal with Miss Hunter.

You managed to understand a bit about what their goals are. Getting that Aether core for Miss Hunter.

Tough mission, yes. But Sylus won't grab it if he won't benefit from it. And that's what you're left puzzled with. Sylus is a businessman, everything should be give and take.

So? What's in it for him?

You didn't expect the answer to voluntarily come to you. You went to his study to look for something or anything that you can help him with now that he's still unconscious when you stumbled upon a journal.

You thought it was not Sylus's. You never see him as someone who will write down his thoughts but you were dead wrong.

You opened it expecting it to be a list of things related to Onychinus, but you were greeted with phrases, sentences and some sketches about Miss Hunter.

You read each of them, it was a jumble of words. You almost thought it was a fairytale.

Past lives.

Dragon and Sorceress.

Kindred Spirits.

Energy Linkage.

Sweet Evil Trap.

All of it is too much. Too much for your poor little heart to take. And from what you understood, Miss Hunter is from his past. Someone who has a part of his soul.

Someone he waits for.

And the bitter realization although still unfounded, you concluded that maybe she's someone he still loves.

But what about you? What's your place in the grand scheme of things?

“I’m keeping you around because you’re still useful.”

Those lines ring in your ears. Sylus always say that to everyone but you. You thought that maybe you are an exception. That you're not someone disposable to him because you matter.

And as you soak up all the information that you knew, you started to doubt yourself as well.

note: aaackkk thank u for reading lemme know your thoughts! Part 3 soonest!

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radishaur · 3 days ago

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ꕤ helping hand ꕤ

Warnings: brief mention of Sabaody & Marineford in Luffy's part Genre: fluff Characters: Luffy, Zoro, & Law Summary: How they realize they have feelings for you (acts of service edition) Author's Note: We're back finally omg. Zoro's part of this stumped me so hard because I wanted to keep the idea I had for him for the next installment of this series so sorry if this one falls flat! I kind of hate it, but I promise all the Zoro fans out there will be well-fed in the next segment. ;_; I'm so glad you guys have been enjoying them so far. I hope you guys enjoy this one and as always happy reading! masterlist

Luffy always acts on instinct which makes it all the more pure when he does something nice.

If he sees something that reminds him of someone or wants to do something nice, he'll just do it. He's also surrounded by people who are constantly doing the same for him. However, I think someone really going the extra mile to do something meaningful for him would most likely make his heart flutter and cause him to re-evaluate how he feels about you.

Storms are a common occurrence out on the sea, especially while traveling in the Grand Line. They've had their fair share of wild storms, sometimes with weather phenomena beyond belief, but Luffy loved them all.

Caution to the wind, he was always sitting on the mast, right on the Sunny where he belonged. Nami hated it, always yelling at him about how one of these days he would fall in and something bad would happen, but he knew Zoro would always go and get him, so did it really matter?

So, when he was sitting on the Sunny as he always did and another storm began to start, he simply shoved his hat further onto his head and ignored at all of the crew's attempts to get him to come down and head inside.

"You're gonna get yourself killed, Luffy!" Nami scolded, yelling from her place on the upper deck as Luffy continued ignoring her.

He simply laughed, turning to look at her over his shoulder as the crew scrambled around trying to ready the ship for the winds and rain. "If I fall, Zoro will just come and get me!"

The man in question was still dozing on the deck, seemingly unbothered by the onslaught of rain pelting him. Nami glared, walking down the stairs and hitting him on the head hard enough to leave a welt and the two of them began to bicker. Luffy laughed again, always enjoying his crew's antics and trusting that they would figure everything out. They always did.

He catches your eyes as you're starting to run around the deck, grabbing furniture and rushing it inside with Sanji's help and you flash him a reassuring smile. He returns it, watching as you pick up the foldable table Robin was reading at not a few minutes ago before running inside. He feels warmth spread across his chest and he tells himself that it's his sign that everything will be fine. And it is for a while until a particularly harsh wave crashes against the side of the Sunny as he's watching you grab the last of the furniture. He loses his grip, his balance thrown off by being twisted around and looking the wrong way, and before he can catch himself he's splashing into the sea, sapping all his strength in an instant.

The cold water rushes around him, pulling him further and further down into the water and he can feel his vision blurring the longer he stays in the water. He vaguely sees someone jump into the water causing a splash above and then Zoro's familiar green hair is swimming towards him. All he can manage to do is give him a weak smile before Zoro grabs him and hauls him back up to the surface of the water. Eventually, he's laid out on the deck of the ship, the crew immediately crowding around him as he coughs out water from his mouth.

"You idiot, this is exactly what I said would happen!" Nami chides, hitting him on the head this time instead of Zoro.

He groans, complaining half-heartedly. "But Zoro got me just like I said!"

Nami bickers with him for a little longer until he has enough strength to sit up. He reaches behind him to grab his hat and pull it onto his head once again but is surprised when he's met only with the cold skin of his neck instead of the familiar well-worn straw. His hand goes to his head next, wondering if somehow he was already wearing it and it hadn't fallen off his head while he was in the water, but all he's met with is his wet messy hair.

"Where's my hat?" he asks, turning to Zoro.

Zoro cracks open his eye from where he settled in to resume his nap and looks like he's about to give some snarky reply before he stops. His mouth snaps shut and his eye widens slightly as he seems to remember something.

"I don't know," he says, causing a wave of anxiety to crash through Luffy immediately. "I just pulled you out of the water. I didn't see your hat. Isn't it around your neck?"

Luffy stands up then, running over to the side of the railing to look for it. The waves have picked up in intensity so despite his best efforts, he can't find any signs of his hat. He looks over his shoulder, the rest of the crew besides Zoro oblivious to his panic, too busy resuming their clearing of the ship's deck. He once again catches your eyes and you immediately sense that something is wrong, like you always seem to be able to do when it comes to him, and you run over as Zoro curses under his breath and gets up himself.

"What's wrong Luffy?" you ask, concern evident as you meet him.

He looks back out at the water, still desperately searching for any hint of yellow or red as he responds. "My hat."

It doesn't explain anything, but you know him well enough to fill in the blanks, immediately looking at him and noticing its absence and putting the rest together. By now, it seems that Zoro has informed the rest of the crew as the ship is coming to a halt and everybody has begun to look out to the sea for his hat.

He moves back toward the figurehead, thinking that maybe it caught on the Sunny's head before he fell but has no luck. He can feel a pit forming in his stomach at the thought of him losing his hat forever, of not being able to keep his promise to Shanks, but then he hears your shout.

"I can see it!"

He runs over to the stairs, eyes following your point out to sea and finally, he sees his hat. It's a little far out, but it's there, floating on the water's surface amongst the waves. He looks back just in time to see you hauling yourself up onto the railing, throwing your jacket onto the deck before jumping headfirst into the icy cold water. He hears some shouts of protest from the crew but you've already disappeared into the water, oblivious to their cries.

"What are they thinking?" Usopp calls as he begins climbing the ladder up to the crow's nest. "The waves are so powerful, will they be ok?"

A new kind of panic wells inside of him at Usopps words. He knows that you're strong and he's seen you swim before on the few rare beach days the crew gets, but he also knows that the ocean is a force to be reckoned with, waves and currents pushing and pulling with intense force. He runs over to the railing once more, keeping his eyes trained on his hat and waiting to see you pop up next to it. The rest of the crew joins him quickly, everyone waiting with bated breath as you swim under the water.

Eventually after what feels like minutes but was most likely only a few seconds, you do pop out of the water right next to his hat. You grab it in your hand and turn to face the ship, waving your hand with a smile. His relief is short-lived, however, when a giant wave comes crashing down right on you, pulling you under the water. He hears someone scream your name and it takes a few seconds before he realizes that it's him screaming. He wants to jump in and save you like his instincts are telling him but he feels so helpless, just like on Sabaody, just like at Marineford, because you're right there and he can't help you.

Thankfully, before his body can move and doom himself to drowning, Zoro is jumping in after you. Once again, he's left waiting, wondering if this is how the crew always feels when he's gone overboard and needed to get saved. Seconds tick by before the water breaks once more and there you two are. Zoro begins paddling over to the ship and you're coughing water out while clutching his hat to your chest.

When you're finally lifted onto the ship, all you can do is lean against the railing, still holding his hat to your chest. You finish catching your breath as Robin comes over holding your jacket. You smile up at everyone, first at Robin and then at him. You lift the hat up towards him. "I got it, safe and sound."

The crew breathes a giant sigh of relief, seeing you and your humor still intact. Robin leans you forward and lays your jacket over your shoulders while Nami begins to criticize you for jeopardizing your health. All he can do is stand in front of you, paralyzed as he watches you recovering from your swim. The breeze picks up again and a particularly strong one causes you to shiver, clothes still soaked with seawater.

"Come on, let's go inside. We don't want anyone catching a cold," Nami says, ushering everyone inside.

You stand up with Robin's help and before you go inside, you step towards him. You're holding the hat out to him, more firmly this time as your strength from fighting the water comes back.

"Here," you offer, "The string is broken, so you'll need to fix it but otherwise it's in good condition."

He picks it up, brushing his hand over the familiar three slashes in the top that Nami had carefully sown up all those years ago and he's filled with such gratitude for you. You risked your life to go and retrieve his hat after his carelessness, had held it so close to you as if it was something precious, knowing how important it was to him that you would throw caution to the wind, so it's with a smile that he finds himself placing the hat on your head instead of his own.

"You wear it for now. Consider it my thanks!" he says, his sunny smile radiating the warmth that's spreading across his own chest at the thought that you would risk so much for what most would consider just a hat.

As he heads inside and Sanji begins to serve dinner, he can't help the flutter in his heart every time you look at him in his hat. It suits you so well that he can't find it in himself to take it back from you until you settle it on his head before heading to bed. From now on, he finds more excuses to give his hat to you, and every time it makes his heart stop. He realizes quite quickly why he's feeling this way and it only encourages him to give you his hat even more. The person he loves deserves it, after all.

Zoro really values the actions of others. It's easy to say things without following through, so purposeful actions or a promise kept means everything.

Zoro never says anything he doesn't mean, but he certainly doesn't say anything he doesn't intend to follow through on. Actions prove everything to him and he values the fact he's on a crew that feels the same. I think someone sharing that same devotion to showing care and intent through your actions, especially if it's something for him, would be huge and make him realize his feelings for you.

Zoro isn't one to hold back, but especially not when he fights. He gives everything he has to give, plus a little bit more. In order to be the best, he'll push himself well past his limits. He doesn't see the issue with it, always willing to sacrifice himself for the team because the best should be able to take it. To handle the weight of the world.

Normally, this method works out, but it also leads to him getting wounded more often than he likes to admit.

He always lets Chopper treat his injuries but doesn't always strictly adhere to his recovery plans. Before his injuries truly have a chance to fully heal, he's already off to his next battle or training session. Over time, those injuries turn into something much worse and that was exactly what happened in the Straw Hat's most recent fight.

He'd gone into the battle with a strained muscle in his arm and all it took was for him to put a little too much power into a swing for it to turn into a full-on tear. Chopper had given him a long lecture after the fight and was still getting on him about properly resting this time around as he finished treating him.

"I put a wrapping on the affected area to keep it compressed. You need to rest and keep the area elevated as much as possible. Ice it for 15 minutes every few hours," Chopper instructed as he began rooting around in his medicinal cabinets for something, "I'm serious this time. If you keep pushing yourself you'll cause irreparable damage."

Zoro nodded, humming lowly in agreement as he twisted his arm, trying to get used to the bandages. After a few more seconds, Chopper found what he was looking for and grabbed a small metal tin. He got down from the desk and gave the container to Zoro, who opened it to find a green salve inside.

"That should help with the recovery process. If you apply it once a day it should speed up the healing. I would apply it myself, but it works best when you apply it with skin-to-skin contact which my hooves can't do. You'll have to ask someone else to help," Chopper explained.

"I'll just do it myself," Zoro said, getting up to leave.

"Zoro," Chopper said, the seriousness of Chopper's voice forcing him to stop. All it took was one look from Chopper for him to get the message. He sighed, relenting easily. "Fine. I'll ask someone."

The rest of the day was as close to normal as he could possibly get. He slept on the deck, argued with Sanji (sans swords), and ate dinner with everyone like any other day. He'd almost forgotten he was injured until he went to do his nightly training and received a nasty glare from Chopper that forced him to reconsider.

It was his own personal hell to not be able to train himself like he's used to, but what was even worse was knowing he'd need to suck up his own pride and ask someone to rub ointment all over his arm the next day.

There was only one person on the ship he'd even consider asking, so he wasted no time the next day ci coming to find you.

He knew the most likely place to find you was in the library with your nose in a book and he was pleased when he found you there, all by yourself. He made his presence known by clearing his throat and you smiled at him as you set your book down and gave him your full attention. "I don't suppose you're here to read a book?" you teased.

He rolled his eyes, not even deeming to give a response as he crossed his arms to prepare himself. "No, I'm here to... ask for a favor."

"A favor? Sure, what is it," you asked, any pretense of teasing gone.

Zoro took the chair next to you and placed the container of ointment in front of you. You frowned, not understanding.

"Chopper gave me some stuff to put on my arm, but he told me I needed someone to help me," he explained, a frown pulling at his lips as he continued. "I'd appreciate it if it could be you who does it."

At this, you smiled. Zoro felt his cheeks warm as you shifted your body to face him. "Alright, sure. I can help you."

You never failed to surprise him with how easily you came to his aid. He started to unwrap his arm as you grabbed some of the salve with your fingers. When he finished unwrapping his arm, he held it out to you in an offering. You took his arm in your free hand, your touch more gentle than it ever needed to be with him, and began to rub the mixture into his arm.

"So, why exactly do you need help with this?" you asked to break the silence.

"Something about skin-to-skin," he grumbled, enjoying the feeling of your fingers massaging his skin more than he liked to admit. "Chopper said it heats up or something. Speeds it up."

"Well, I'm happy to help," you hummed, grabbing some more of the mixture and moving to a new spot.

It was cold at first, but the skin of your palm against his arm made it bearable. The longer you rubbed, the more it heated up and the more aware of your touch he became. He couldn't help the way his heart picked up the pace and he only prayed you couldn't feel it.

What the hell was up with him?

When you finally finished, you wiped your palm off and closed the tin, handing it back to him. "How long do you have to do this for?" you asked, already getting back into your book.

"A week or something," he sighed, already missing his regular routine after only one day.

"Gotcha. Well, I'll be here tomorrow if you need me," you said, giving him one last smile before continuing to read your book.

Once again, here you were offering him an olive branch. He felt his stomach flip as he left the room, but he told himself it was his nerves. That being read by you so easily caught him off guard.

For the next week, he came down to have you apply his ointment for him and every day you did it without complaint. Sometimes, he'd stick around, content to enjoy your company over sleeping on the deck. Sometimes, you'd tell him about your research and any progress you'd made while other times he'd doze off while you read your next bit of literature.

Soon enough, his last day of rest comes along and while you're applying his rub, he knows he has to say something.

"Thank you," he mumbles, clearing his throat before continuing, "For helping me."

"Of course. I'm always here for you," you reply, your voice light with the smile that lights up your face.

"Why?"

The question slips out before he can think better of it. He flinches, his immediate reaction to pull away, but with your firm grasp on his arm, he can't get far. Your brows are furrowed and when you look up at him he can't help but get nervous, because the truth is that he does want to know. He can't understand why you always drop everything for him, with a devotion he's only given and rarely received, and why it makes his stomach flip and his heart clench.

"Why?" you repeat, the slightest laugh in your voice as you grin up at him. "Because we're a team. I'd do it for all of you."

He can't help but feel disappointed in your answer, but he doesn't know why. He's about to brush it off and continue when you beat him to it.

"But also... I guess I do it because I can't help but want to. There's just something about you that I can't say no to. When you ask for help, what else can I do but give it to you?"

Zoro is silent for a moment as he lets your words sink in. You continue on like you haven't just bared your soul to him, like sharing something so vulnerable with him wasn't difficult in the slightest. Something about those words made him feel like he was floating, his heart soaring amongst the clouds.

"I feel the same," he says, forcing himself to respond after a long minute of silence.

For a moment, he could swear you clench his arm a little tighter, but your touch is feather light before he has time to process, so he writes it off as his imagination.

After that, he parts ways with one last final thank you, but his thoughts linger on your answer to his question long past that. He mulls it over until he feels like he's lived the moment a million times. It's not until days later that he realizes why your devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat and the realization only makes his feelings worse.

Law is the king of acts of service. This is where his true feelings absolutely shine if you're willing to read between the lines.

I also think this is what means the most to him. Growing up in the circumstances he did, he holds actions in a much higher regard than words or empty promises. I think having someone go out of their way to do something nice or considerate for him, and him actually wanting to do something back in return, would speak volumes to him and would make him consider his feelings.

Law likes to think that he takes good care of himself, but as he struggles to read the same page of his latest reading of choice as the words blur together from exhaustion, he has to concede that the evidence is really stacked against him.

He sets the papers down on his desk, leaning back slightly in his chair and rubbing his hand down his face and against his eyes, trying to will them into focusing when he hears a knock on his office door. A quick glance at the clock indicates that it's a few hours past dinner time and that almost the entire crew should be asleep.

"Come in," he calls out, exhaustion evident in his voice as he straightens back up in the chair. "What is it?"

The door opens and he's immediately met with your warm smile.

"Captain," you greet, peeking into the room with one hand opening the door, "I thought you might still be up."

Your smile softens the edges of the headache that's quickly forming in his head and he knows that you don't interrupt him unless you have something important, so he sits up in his chair even straighter and you take that as your signal to come in. You push the door open and he smells the soft scent of food waft over to him as the door pulls in the air from the hallway. He can feel his stomach churn, realizing just how hungry he is.

The source of the smell becomes immediately apparent when he looks up at you from where he was absentmindedly straightening the papers he set down. In your free hand is a plate piled high with what he assumes is the dinner the crew ate no more than a few hours ago.

"I was on clean-up duty today after dinner, so I made you a plate before I go to bed," you explain, coming over to his desk and carefully placing it on the little space not occupied by books or papers. "You never came out to eat so I thought you'd be hungry."

The meal is simple, but it makes his stomach growl loudly. You smile softly at him and he clicks his tongue against his teeth, the sound only serving to embarrass him and prove you right. He swallows, the fluttery, warm feeling in his chest making him stumble over what he should say. After a few moments of drawn out silence, you seem to take his lack of response as your sign to go.

"Don't stay up too late, ok?"

You're gone before he can say anything back and he finds himself internally kicking himself for just sitting there like an idiot. He sighs, diving into the plate of food after his stomach growls once more. When he's finally about to sleep hours later, he decides to be responsible and brings the plate into the kitchen for the morning crew to take care of. He places it on a counter in the kitchen just as another plate catches his eye.

Walking over, he sees 3 rice balls, carefully wrapped to preserve them, sitting on a plate next to a little note. He recognizes the handwriting as yours almost immediately and he picks it up to read it.

An early morning snack for our hardworking Captain <3

His fingers pinch the edge of the note hard enough to make a dent as he feels heat crawl up his neck and across his face. His eyes linger on the little heart you scribbled at the end of the note and the clenching he feels in his stomach is not at all related to his hunger. He eats the snack, grateful that there's no pickled plum filling, and pockets the note before leaving.

This little routine continues for a few weeks. You don't always appear at the same time, but you always do eventually, knocking on his office door and bringing him a plate of whatever the crew's eaten without him. He also finds himself looking forward to your little notes, the collection of them growing in one of the drawers of his desk. You write something different every night, but there's always that little heart at the end that sends the same warm feeling through him even though he knows it will be there every time.

Tonight, however, he finishes his reading a lot quicker. He's been noticing that happening more frequently, his eyes not blurring so much and allowing him to read everything at a steady pace instead of having to read the same lines over and over. He doesn't want to admit that it has anything to do with the fact that he's now eating at least twice a day consistently, but he is a doctor and he knows it does. With nothing else to read, he decides to bring his plate to the kitchen early and head to bed.

He's surprised when he finds the light on in the kitchen and even more surprised when he sees you still awake, back turned away from him as you hum to yourself. You're not wearing your boiler suit, instead wearing what looks like your pajamas as you mix something in a bowl, completely unaware of his presence. He sets the plate down and clears his throat, watching as you jump slightly before turning around, one hand on your chest as the other grips the counter. You let out a shaky breath of relief, the same honey-sweet smile you always give him melting onto your face as you look at him.

"Oh, it's just you. You scared me," you say, laughing slightly as you calm yourself down. You take a glance at the clock and then look back at him. "You're here early."

He frowns, not needing to look at the clock to know how late it is. He knows that he doesn't usually make it to the kitchen until much later, but he also knows that the crew ate dinner hours ago and that it's well past when you should be asleep, so he doesn't bother answering you, opting instead to answer with a statement of his own. "You're up late."

You smile at him again, always do, and begin mixing the contents of the bowl together once again. He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter as he waits for you to explain.

"Just making your snack," you explain, voice soft as you finally set the bowl down, satisfied with it.

He frowns, finally catching the mixture and recognizing it as the filling of his rice balls. He also sees the steam rising as you have some rice cooking and the sheets of seaweed paper laid out, ready to be molded around the rice.

"Why now? It's late," he continues, something in his gut telling him that he's still missing something here.

He knows he's right when he sees you bite your lip and catches the nervous way your gaze flicks over to him. You always meet him head-on, so to see you avoiding him even slightly makes his heart clench, and not in a good way. He narrows his gaze slightly and you open your mouth, about to say something when you're interrupted by the telltale beeping of the machine telling you the rice is done.

You shut your mouth, lips pressed into a line as you quickly start pouring the rice out and getting ready to mold it. He waits for a few moments, wanting to see if you'll say anything on your own, but quickly realizes you won't. If it was anyone else, he would have lost his patience long ago, but he can't seem to get mad at you like he does the others. You give him so much patience, much more than he's ever deserved, so he takes a different route.

He says your name firmly and watches as you sigh, placing the spoon with the filling in it back down into the bowl as you turn to look at him, guilt written across your face. You only stare at him for a few moments before you finally answer him, turning to resume making the rice balls as you do.

"I'm not on clean-up duty today so I had to wait until they were done. It wouldn't be fair to make them stay up late and clean up after my own personal mess, so whenever I'm not on clean-up duty I always just wait."

He doesn't know why it never occurred to him that you would be going so far out of your way to make his late-night/early-morning snack, but the realization smacks him across the face now. He feels more stupid than he's felt in a long time for not realizing that of course you wouldn't always be on the nightly kitchen duty and even angrier at himself that it took him coming into the kitchen early to realize that you prepared all the food by yourself and that it wasn't something you easily pieced together out of dinner's scraps.

But, along with his anger, he feels the familiar twitch of his heart as it thuds against his ribcage. The warm feeling blooms in his chest once more as the idea that you go out of your way to do something nice for him every night, losing precious sleep in the process, settles on him. He's grateful you aren't looking at him, too absorbed in shaping his rice balls to notice the way his ears flame up and the way his grip tightens on the counter behind him.

He swallows, forcing his mind to quiet down as he directs his attention to you once again.

"Here, all done," you say, picking up the plate and taking the few steps necessary to cross over and hand it to him.

He takes the plate and finds himself speechless again, much like he was the first time you brought him dinner in his office, and he hates that he can't just force the words thank you out of his mouth as you turn to begin cleaning the bowl you used out in the sink. He grips the plate and just stares at it for a little while longer before finally picking one up to eat. He takes his time this time, trying to savor what he now knows is something you make with extreme care and at the cost of your own schedule.

When he looks up, you're sitting on the counter just watching him with a satisfied smile on your face and he decides that he has to at least say something.

"What were you going to write?" he asks. He sees your face scrunch up and your head cock slightly to the side out of confusion and he realizes that he'll need to explain. He can feel his cheeks heat up as he forces himself to clarify. "On the note. What were you going to write?"

"Oh," you say, the nervous smile returning to your face as you look off to the side. You bite your lip again, seemingly debating something before coming to a decision and reaching behind you.

He doesn't know how he hadn't seen it earlier, but in your hand is a small piece of paper, the same one you always write your notes on. You push yourself off the counter and hold it out to him, motioning to the now-empty plate still in his hand. "I'll trade you."

He accepts, his fingers grazing yours as he takes the paper and you grab the plate, turning to wash it in the sink. He looks down at the paper and his heart almost explodes.

Tried a new filling today, let me know if you like it. Don't worry, they're still made with love <3

He stuffs the note into his pocket quickly, feeling his face set aflame. He makes the decision to leave, save himself the embarrassment of you seeing him all worked up, so he clears his throat and makes his way to the doorway. He can feel your eyes on him, burning a hole into his back, but he can't bring himself to face you, so he simply lifts his hand and grunts out a goodnight before walking off.

As he passes his office, he finds himself slowing down. There's a nagging feeling in his chest again that's telling him it's not enough. He wants to say thank you, to express how much it means to him that you would do something like this for him, to tell you that he's noticed it helping him, making his day a little easier and the nights not so long, but he knows the second he opens his mouth that none of that will come out and he's left feeling frustrated all over again. He almost gives up, shoving his hands into his pockets to head to bed, but the feeling of your note he stuffed inside earlier gives him an idea.

He heads inside his office, grabbing a piece of paper and quickly writing his own message down on it. It's short, with no cute little heart to accompany it, but he hopes it gets the message across. He stares at it, the simple thank you he'd managed to write staring back at him, and he shambles it into your room before he can think twice about it.

The next morning, you greet him with an especially large and heartwarming smile and he feels the urge to write you another one, if it means you'll look at him like that again. There's an itch in his chest, gnawing at him all day as his heart stutters every time he thinks about the smile on your face and the image of you in the kitchen making him food. At night, he finds himself unable to read his papers once again, but this time his eyes are focused and his mind isn't foggy. No, this time he just can't stop thinking about you and he knows exactly what that means, the innocent flutter in his chest just another piece of damming evidence to his own feelings.

ღ radishaur — i do not own any of these characters. do not plagiarize. please enjoy and remember to be respectful!

#luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #radishaur writes

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flwrstqr · 5 hours ago

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◟ LOVER ⟡ WHEN THEY ADMIRE THEIR GIRL

𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝒍𝗦 ᪲ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋? 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 ❫ ｡ boyfriend!enhypen & fem!rea. 7OOwc. ୨୧ established relationship fluff ✶ petnames skinship bad down enha . . ˊᯅˋ 𝑙’ click

다니 ⠀⦂ my daily schedule of posting back 💌 i hope you guys enjoy ! bad down enhypen, we all needed

LEE HEESEUNG ( when you're talking )

heeseung leans back against the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other tracing slow circles on your palm of your hand as you ramble about your day, eyes sparkling with every little detail. he’s not even listening—not really. he hums here and there, nodding like he’s keeping up, but the truth is, he’s too busy watching you, completely entranced. the way your lips move, the way your nose scrunches when you get excited, the way you gesture with your hands—it’s all too cute. “you’re so pretty when you talk, you know that?” he murmurs suddenly, smirking as you pause mid-sentence, caught off guard. his fingers squeeze your hip, pulling you closer. “keep going, baby, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.” his gaze flickers to your lips, and his grin deepens when you roll your eyes. god, you’re adorable. he might just be obsessed.

PARK JAY ( fixing your outfit )

jay leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watches you fuss over your outfit, fixing your collar, smoothing out your pants. you look perfect—always do—but the way you're so focused, brows slightly furrowed, makes his heart ache in the sweetest way. “baby, you could wear a paper bag and still be the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, pushing off the frame to step closer. his hands find your waist as he twirls you effortlessly, eyes drinking in every inch of you like you’re a masterpiece. “mm, perfect,” he hums, fingers brushing under your chin to tilt your face up to him. “not that you needed fixing.” his thumb traces your cheek. “my princess,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead before spinning you once more, just to see you smile.

SIM JAKE ( when you're doing makeup )

jake leans against the vanity, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like you’re the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen. “you know, baby, you don’t even need all that,” he murmurs, a lazy grin stretching across his lips as he watches you blend out your concealer.. “but if it makes my girl happy, who am i to complain?” his voice is teasing, and when you shoot him a playful glare through the mirror, he chuckles, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “so pretty,” he grins. “it’s actually unfair how bad you make me wanna kiss you right now.” his fingers tilt your chin, eyes flickering between your lips and your gaze. “you gonna let me, sweetheart? or do i have to sit here and suffer?”

PARK SUNGHOON ( when you tie his tie )

sunghoon stands still, letting you smooth out his collar, fingers deftly working the silk tie into a perfect knot. he doesn’t say a word—just watches. watches the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration, the way your lips part ever so slightly, the way you’re so effortlessly close. his hands find your waist, resting there as if it belongs there (it kind of does). but really, he’s just so weak for you. “you’re staring,” you murmur, not looking up, but you feel it—feel the weight of his gaze. he doesn’t deny it. doesn’t even blink. and when you finish, giving his tie a light tug to pull him closer, something in him snaps. “forget it,” he exhales before pressing his lips to yours, one hand cupping your cheek, the other holding your waist like he’ll never let go.

KIM SUNOO ( when you're smiling )

sunoo watches you with that soft, dreamy look in his eyes, completely mesmerized by the way your lips curve into that radiant smile. his heart flutters, the same way it did the first time he saw you smile like that. “how do you do that, baby?” he murmurs softly, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek as if committing the moment to memory. he’s memorized that smile by heart, the way your eyes crinkle ever so slightly and how your dimples peek through. it’s his favorite thing in the world. “you’re so pretty, angel.” he whispers, almost to himself, as his fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “my angel,” he adds.

YANG JUNGWON ( when you're wearing his hoodie )

he’s supposed to be working—really, he is—but you’re sitting there on his bed, drowning in his hoodie, legs curled up as you scroll through your phone, and he’s useless. completely useless. “you know, i don’t think you understand how unfair this is,” he muses, voice low, teasing, as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed. you glance up, raising a brow, but he just smirks, tilting his head. “i’m supposed to be working, but my pretty girl decides to steal my hoodie and sit there looking like that? kinda cruel, baby.” you roll your eyes, but he catches the little smile you try to hide. “seriously,” he continues. “so good you’re forgetting to work?” he huffs a laugh, pushing his laptop aside. “work can wait. come here.”

NISHIMURA RIKI ( when you're asleep )

the credits are rolling, the room bathed in the soft glow of the tv, but riki isn’t paying attention—his eyes are glued to you, fast asleep against his shoulder, lips slightly parted. the movie ended a while ago, but he hasn’t moved, too busy watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes flutter every now and then. and maybe—just maybe—he leans in, just a little, lips barely hovering over yours, just to steal the tiniest kiss— but the second his breath fans against your lips, your eyes snap open. “caught you,” you murmur, and riki freezes, wide-eyed. “were you seriously about to kiss me in my sleep?” he scoffs, pulling back immediately. “pfft, no. as if.” but the tips of his ears burn red, and when you smirk, reaching up to flick his forehead, he knows he’s never living this down.

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arxiwon · 2 days ago

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"you're mine"

Jungwon x reader // Smut

You and Jungwon had always been close. Too close. The kind of friendship where everyone just knew something was there—but neither of you had ever crossed the line. He was your sweet, reliable best friend. The one who always had your back, always put you first.

Until tonight.

Because right now? Jungwon looked ready to destroy something.

It all started at a party you didn’t even want to go to. Some guy had been getting a little too close—laughing at everything you said, touching your arm, whispering into your ear like he had a chance. You thought nothing of it. Just playful flirting.

But Jungwon? Oh, he saw red.

He’d been watching you from across the room, his jaw tight, fingers clenched into a fist against his thigh. The way the guy leaned into you, the way you let it happen—he hated it.

And when that bastard had the nerve to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear?

Jungwon snapped.

Next thing you knew, he was dragging you out of there, ignoring your protests as he pushed you into his car, slamming the door shut. The air was thick with tension, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled, his breathing uneven.

"Jungwon—” you started, but the look he shot you made your stomach flip.

"Don’t," he said, voice dangerously low. "Not fucking now."

Your throat went dry. He never cursed at you. Never spoke to you like that.

But tonight, the Jungwon sitting next to you wasn’t the boy you grew up with. He was something else entirely.

Possessive. Jealous. And he was done pretending.

"Turn around." His voice is low, dark, demanding.

You hesitate for half a second—big mistake.

Jungwon’s fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back. "Did I fucking stutter?"

Your stomach tightens. You barely manage to turn before he shoves you forward, pressing your chest against the cold wall.

His hands roam—greedy, possessive, completely unapologetic. One grips your hip, while the other trails up your spine, fingers curling around the back of your neck.

"This body belongs to me," he mutters, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Mine to touch. Mine to ruin."

His other hand slips between your legs, cupping you through your soaked underwear.

"Fuck," he hisses, pressing against your heat. "You’re already dripping. And you were gonna act all innocent?"

Your breath catches, but he doesn’t give you time to process anything.

Rip.

Your underwear is gone.

He doesn’t even pull it down—he fucking tears it off.

"Jungwon—"

"Shut up." His fingers slide through your slick folds, teasing, barely giving you enough. "You don’t get to say shit. Not after what you pulled tonight."

His touch is expert—just enough pressure to make you whimper, but never enough to give you what you want.

And the bastard knows it.

"You want it so bad, don’t you?" He lets out a low chuckle, his fingers circling your clit but never quite touching it. "Grinding against that guy, giggling like a dumb little slut. But look at you now—" he pushes a finger inside, slow and taunting—"dripping for me. Not him. Never him."

He adds another finger, pumping deeper, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes your knees buckle.

His other hand tightens around your throat.

"Say it," he growls, his teeth nipping at your shoulder. "Say you belong to me."

Your mind is spinning, body aching, needing more.

"Jungwon, please—"

His fingers pull out completely.

You gasp at the sudden loss, but before you can beg, he flips you around, lifting you effortlessly onto the nearest surface.

His lips crash against yours, messy, desperate, filthy.

"You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum," he mutters against your mouth.

And then—he thrusts in.

Deep. Hard. No warning.

Your body shakes, back arching, nails digging into his arms.

He groans—a sound so raw and deep it sends a shudder straight through you. "Fuck, you feel so tight."

His pace is ruthless—deep, punishing, possessive. His hands hold you in place, making sure you take everything.

"You’re mine." His grip tightens on your hips, dragging you down onto his cock with every thrust. "Fucking say it."

Your head is spinning, pleasure coiling tight.

"I—I’m yours—"

His hand wraps around your throat again, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

"Louder."

"I’m yours, Jungwon—fuck—I’m only yours!"

That’s all it takes.

He slams into you harder, deeper, pushing you right over the edge. Your body shatters, pleasure ripping through you in waves so intense you nearly sob.

Jungwon follows right after—his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate—before he buries himself deep, groaning as he fills you completely.

Silence.

Both of you panting, tangled together, skin slick with sweat.

But even now, he’s not done.

His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing your exhausted gaze to meet his.

"You think I’m done with you?" He smirks, licking his lips. "Not a fucking chance."

Your body is still trembling, overstimulated, wrecked— but Jungwon? Not satisfied.

Not yet.

He pulls out slowly, watching the way his cum drips from your swollen, abused cunt.

"Look at that," he muses, swiping two fingers through your slick folds before pushing it back inside you. "So messy. You love being filled up, don’t you?"

Your thighs twitch, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

But Jungwon? Not done playing.

His hands wrap around your waist, flipping you onto your stomach.

"On your knees," he orders, his voice low and commanding. "I’m not fucking done with you yet."

You barely have time to react before he yanks your hips up, pressing your chest into the sheets.

His cock slides along your soaked folds again, teasing, making you whimper.

"You can take more, baby," he coos, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "You were such a brat earlier—don’t you think you should make it up to me?"

You barely manage a nod before he thrusts back in, hard enough to make you cry out.

His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you back onto his cock with every deep stroke.

"God, you’re fucking perfect," he growls, voice thick with lust. "So tight, so fucking wet—taking me like a good little slut."

Your head spins—he’s too deep, too rough, too much— but fuck, you love it.

And he knows.

He reaches forward, wrapping your hair around his fist, tugging your head back.

"You like this, don’t you?" His lips brush against your ear, breath hot. "No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else will ever have you. Say it."

Your voice is shaky, breathless. "N-No one else—only you, Jungwon—fuck!"

His fingers slide down your stomach, circling your clit with ruthless precision.

"Good girl."

Your body clenches around him, pleasure coiling tight again— too soon, too much—

And he feels it.

"Gonna cum again already?" he taunts, laughing breathlessly. "God, you’re so easy—falling apart on my cock like a desperate little whore."

His pace increases, rough, deep, relentless— your body pushed forward with every brutal thrust.

You can’t think. Can’t breathe.

And then—you shatter.

Your orgasm hits like a fucking tidal wave, body convulsing, toes curling, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Jungwon moans—low, wrecked, completely lost in the way you squeeze around him.

"Fuck—fuck—" his pace stutters, his grip tightening as he buries himself deep one last time, groaning as he spills inside you.

His chest rises and falls against your back, skin slick with sweat.

For a moment, silence.

Just the sound of your ragged breaths, tangled together, completely wrecked.

And then—Jungwon chuckles.

"I hope you didn’t think I was done with you yet."

His fingers tighten around your waist.

"Because I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk."

#enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #kpop #kpop au #enhypen x reader #kpop fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #jungwon smut #jungwon scenarios #yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon hard hours #jungwon #kpop hard hours #kpop smut #kpop hard thoughts

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witherby · 3 days ago

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(same anon) mouse!!! sorgy!!

Okay! Strange influx of mutilation-based hypotheticals I've been receiving lately, but okay!

This is not canon to the main Flittermouse series!

What would your family + Kon do if you lost an eye?

⚠️ vague description of injury, loss of an eyeball ⚠️

Masterlist is Here!

Bruce:

Get you a doctor and try to keep you as chill as possible. This man has trained himself not to panic in terrible situations and he is going to stay so very calm and cool and collected, so that you feel like he's got this under control.

"Hi, honey. I can see we've got a bit of a problem on our hands. Don't freak out — I'm gonna figure this out for you, alright? Keep that eye — the socket — keep the eyelids closed. Yes, great. Press this towel gently to your face and hold it there. I'm taking you to the hospital. Are you — okay, and the shock has set in. It's alright. I'm right here. It's okay."

Hal:

Try not to pass out. There's just a socket where your eyeball should be. That's insane. He's calling Bruce for help and not looking at you. He's actually quite frightened that you ended up this way and the guilt at his initial, improper reaction is gonna tear him apart later.

"Oh my god?? What happened!! No don't tell me, we have to get you help first. Holy shit. How did you lose a whole — gag — eye? NO don't tell me!! It's okay, Mousey, it's fine! Deep breaths, don't pass out. You look like you're gonna pass out. Me?? I'm not gonna pass — hrk — I'm good I'm good. How is the whole thing gone like that!? NO DON'T TELL ME. BRUCE ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE —"

Alfred:

Following a similar procedure as Bruce. Keeping himself calm so that you'll try to be calm, while he's getting you help.

"I've actually seen something similar to this happen before. I'm former British Intelligence, there is very little that's new to me, my darling Flittermouse. Come, let me administer a pain killer and then escort you to my car. I'm sure that smarts quite a bit. Watch your step — forgive the poor choice of words. I have you, dear. Let's get you to the emergency room and get that taken care of. All you have to do is stay awake."

Dick:

Almost passed out, not gonna lie. There's a hole in your head that isn't supposed to be there. It's fucking horrifying. Only his years and years of training help him keep his cool enough to get you to the emergency room, but after that he's breaking down and crying.

Jason:

Takes you to the ER but he's asking you as many questions as possible before you succumb to shock.

"What happened? Who did this? What do you remember? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

After you're in the doctors' hands, he's chasing leads so he can kill the bastard that cost you an eye.

Tim:

He's freaked. Worse than Hal even. I think he deserves a big character flaw so he'd actually be incredibly squeamish. Can't do the gorey shit at all. Like, can't breathe, can't look at you, can't-do-anything-except-have-a-panic-attack kind of freaked. His panic feeds into your panic until you're both uselessly crying into a phone calling 9-1-1. It works, and help comes, but boy he does not have control of the situation.

Damian:

At this point, you're old enough that Damian is in the middle of his doctorate program and residency, if not already done with it. He's doing a fantastic job treating the wound and making sure you don't get hurt worse or it gets infected, before he can't do anything more without surgery and takes you to the hospital.

Medical jargon flies out of his mouth when he talks to coworkers and seamlessly guides you through the corridors to the correct area, communicating what you need and having them prep a surgical team.

In-between it all, he's not giving you meaningless platitudes but he is telling you that everything is going to be fine. You'll likely have some bad depth perception for a long time, but this isn't the end of anything. You can go to culinary school. You can apply for a business license. You can keep dating the alien half-breed idiot. You'll just do all of that with one less eyeball. And the person who did it will die, but you don't need to bother yourself with that. It's fine.

+ Conner:

You'll be flown to the hospital in 0.2 seconds. He's not asking questions, he's not making any phone calls, he's just taking action. He gets you help, he tells you he'll be right back, and then he goes and alerts your family as to what happened.

Now that the most important bits are done, he's using his powers to get a lil freaky. He knows what you smell like, so he's tracing back your blood to try and find your missing eyeball so he can kill whoever took it. No questions asked. Sorry, you don't get to hurt his mate and also survive the next 24 hours. It's just not happening. Don't blubber, don't bargain, don't try to explain yourself. Just die.

After his errands are done, he isn't leaving your side again.

#el speaks #littlest wayne au #batfam x reader #batlantern #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #hal jordan #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #gn reader #conner kent #conner kent x reader #kon el x reader

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televisionenjoyer · 10 hours ago

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last note on this post I promise but with all this talk of accessibility and whatnot, I just want to say that there is no "right" and "wrong" piracy method, as long as you're doing it safely. I see a lot of people in the notes saying things like "sflix doesn't count" "stremio doesn't count" etc etc and actually?? whatever is best for your specific needs counts as long as you're avoiding a paywall 🏴‍☠️

maybe you're an editor or you're into preservation and just want to have the actual files of your movies and shows on your disk or flash drive or whatever? then torrenting + plex is gonna be your ideal setup.

maybe you don't want to go through all that hustle, maybe you don't have the storage, you want to try something simpler, then sflix and similar streaming websites might be your cup of tea.

still want torrent quality without compromising your storage? streaming sites have too many ads? limited catalogues? stremio is probably your guy!

and the best part is: you don't have to marry any of these methods, you can try them all! you get to pick and choose forever. piracy is all about giving YOU choices and methods to acquire things that you consider overpriced, just want to try out before committing to, are otherwise inaccessible, literally whatever reason. i've tried all of the above and am currently at a middle point between stremio and torrenting for movies and tv. are some methods higher skilled than others? more beneficial? possibly, but guess what?? nobody is gonna care. they don't want you knowing any of this anyway. however you choose to watch your media is between you and god.

Worried for everyone who still hasn't learned how to pirate media with the current state of things

#last addition i fucking promise. however I'm fed up w y'all

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seokminfilm · 1 day ago

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"boxers" ── yoon jeonghan

🤍 pairing, yoon jeonghan x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, husband jeonghan, girl dad jeonghan, jeonghan is mentioned to sleep in nothing but boxers, 2 discreet mentions of sex, teasing (mainly from jeonghan), kissing, jeonghan is a menace, jeonghan calls reader angel, reader calls jeonghan baby

🤍 summary, your newborn daughter was going to grow up just like your husband.

🤍 author's note, i have no actual clue where the idea for this fic came from but now i have to write it before i can rest so 🤷 teasing husband jeonghan ftw though....i've read so many girl dad jeonghan fics lately and they've ALL made me go a bit more insane so...it's time for me to feed the delusions 😋 enjoy jeonghan stans (and me cause i miss him so bad)

🤍 now playing, bam yang gang (bibi)

🤍 word count, 612 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"jeonghan, are you in your boxers again?" you say with a deadpanned look, and jeonghan looks up at you from under the blankets, a sneaky smirk on his face as he chuckles lowly. "nuh uh."

you had just come from downstairs after making a bottle of milk for your newborn, and jeonghan was acting suspicious before you left, ushering you out of the room quickly as he claimed to "so very badly need" a shower and hair wash.

you had trusted him, yes, but you knew something was off the moment you entered your bedroom, newborn cradled in your arms as you noticed the lack of pajamas out on jeonghan's vanity. you had told him not to sleep with his boxers on again unless it was "that time", and you had told him you weren't in the mood to "play around".

"jeonghan," you say again, and jeonghan doesn't reply, giggling like a schoolgirl as he disappears under the blankets. holding back a smile, you walk to his side of the bed, throwing the blankets off of his milky skin and sighing at the sight in front of you.

"i thought you liked this pair though, angel." jeonghan says as if he's not almost completely naked in your shared bed, and you heave a heavy sigh, softly laying the baby beside jeonghan.

"it's not about if i like the pair or not, hannie. i'd like for you to put something on." you flush, pinching your arm to fight back the urge to glance down at jeonghan's toned stomach and milky white skin. he notices this, chuckling proudly as his brown eyes lock with yours.

"you know, you're not very convincing. you're trying so hard not to stare down at my chest." jeonghan says with a sultry tone, and you throw a dirty shirt at him, heart fluttering with the way he laughs at you.

"hani's gonna just be like you when she grows up," you sigh, placing hani's clothes back in your drawer as jeonghan's chuckle gets closer to you before it's right on your back. jeonghan's pressed against you (still in his boxers, by the way) hands wrapped around your waist as he leans his head on your shoulder.

"what makes you say that, angel?" he questions innocently, and you chuckle, heart already warming at the thought of your daughter.

"hani pulls every piece of clothing she can pull off of her, and no matter how many times i put it back on, she's already taking them off again." you smile, closing the drawer as you put your hands on jeonghan's.

"she just gets hot." jeonghan says like it's the most normal thing in the world, and you scoff lightly, giggling as jeonghan kisses your shoulders sporadically.

"baby, when you get hot, do you take all of your clothes off?" you ask, and jeonghan gives you that signature laugh, humming for a while before he nods. "what do you think?"

"you're such a menace, jeonghan." you grumble to yourself, turning to face your sleeping daughter as jeonghan sighs, leaning his head on your shoulder once again.

"she's so pretty, isn't she?"

jeonghan's voice is soft and heartfelt, and you nod, eyes watering at the sight of your beautiful newborn. even though she's two months old, she already had your husband's nose and droopy eyes. he was feeling the surrealness of it all too, a sharp inhale telling all.

"she is. and she's ours, too. isn't that crazy?" you say after a moment of comfortable silence, and jeonghan nods, cold body feeling fresh and crisp on your back as he smiles against your skin, pressing another tiny kiss to your flushed skin. "insane."

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kookooluvr · 2 days ago

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Teach Me How To Love - Part 6.5

pairing: professor!jungkook x (fem) professor!reader, fwb to lovers

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fwb au, economicsprofessor!jungkook, politicalscienceprofessor!reader, slow burn, some emotional constipation, some sappy moments, lots of sexy moments.

summary: jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 5k

warnings: sunghoon, sunghoon and more sunghoon !!! teenage oc meeting her first love, lots of new warm, fuzzy feelings, cheating 😤😤😤 sunghoon is honestly just a piece of garbage, enter oc's knight in shining armour: my sweet, precious angel baby jk at the end 🥹

author's note: hey cuties !!! 6.5 is just a little flashback to show some snippets of oc's relationship with sunghoon. nothing we don't already know, just some backstory. i'm sorry for taking so long to post this one but i promise part 7 will be out as soon as possible 🫶🏼

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At the ripe age of sixteen, you're not the kind of girl who goes to parties. Your parents are strict and you're responsible. The kind of responsible that means curfews are followed, grades are prioritized and lying to your parents is an absolute no-go. Until tonight.

"You need to relax," Jihyo mutters as the two of you squeeze through the house's front door. The party is already in full swing. Music blares from the speakers, bodies are pressed together in a mass of sweaty teenagers, and the scent of cheap beer and cologne lingers in the air.

"I am relaxed," you grumble back, even as you pull your sleeves down over your hands, suddenly feeling out of place and self-conscious in big square glasses and dirty Converse.

Jihyo snorts. "Yeah, and I'm the queen of England." You huff, rolling your eyes. "We shouldn't even be here."

"Correction; you shouldn't be here. I, on the other hand, am thriving." Jihyo grins, already scanning the room for familiar faces. "Oh! I think I see Haeun! I'm gonna go say hi. I'll be right back, okay?"

You watch as she disappears into the crowd before letting out a sigh and making your way toward the kitchen instead. If you're going to be here, you at least need something to keep you occupied, preferably a soda. The idea of drinking alcohol at a party where you know almost no one is far too terrifying to risk.

You squeeze past a group of people and reach for a can of Coke from a cooler box filled with ice and drinks in the middle of the kitchen. You crack it open and take a sip. You take a few sips before realizing how awkward you must look, so you get your phone out and pull the only move you can think of; pretend to text someone and check the weather app every few seconds.

"You don't look like you want to be here."

The voice is smooth, casual and dangerously close. You freeze and tilt your head to find a boy standing before you, leaning against the counter with the kind of confidence that makes girls' knees weak.

Park Sunghoon.

You know who he is before he even introduces himself. All the girls here know Sunghoon. He's a senior and quite popular apparently. He's the kind of guy who always has someone's attention on him, the kind of guy who never has to try too hard because everything seems to come naturally to him.

And right now, he's looking at you. You of all people.

You grip your can of Coke a little bit tighter. "I'm fine," you mutter just a tad bit too quickly, realizing that you sound far from fine.

Sunghoon tilts his head, not trying to hide his amusement. "Uh-huh."

You shift under his gaze, suddenly feeling small. "I'm just here with my friend."

"Jihyo, right?"

You blink, surprised. "How know Jihyo?"

He chuckles. "Yeah. I'm friends with her cousin."

You nod, feeling a bit unsure of what to say next. He studies you for a moment before speaking up again. "You don't come to parties often, huh?"

You hesitate, mentally kicking yourself for making it so obvious. "Not really, no."

"Do your parents know you're here?" He chuckles, sounding almost like he's mocking you.

Your face burns hot, your eyes drifting down to your sneakers. "Of course they do."

"Liar," he whispers.

You swallow thickly, feeling your pulse jump in your throat.

Sunghoon grins, his eyes softening at the evident nerves in your body language. "Don't worry, I won't tell," he teases, taking a sip of his beer.

You stare up at him, wondering why he would possibly choose to stand here and talk to you when there are so many other girls. He's smooth, too smooth, too effortlessly charming. It's dangerous, yet you can't help but welcome the butterflies in your stomach every time he looks at you.

"Come on," he says suddenly, reaching past you for a big bag of chips on the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the process. "If you're not gonna talk, at least eat something."

You blink up at him. "What?"

Sunghoon tears the bag open and holds it out for you. "Chips," he deadpans. "I know you've been standing here trying to look busy. Eating is the easiest way to do that."

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to deny it, but you know he's not wrong. Reluctantly, you reach into the bag, plucking out a single chip. "This is stupid."

He grins, popping two into his mouth at once. "Maybe. But it's better than awkwardly pretending to text someone who isn't texting you back."

That almost makes you choke on your chip. "Excuse me?"

His eyes twinkle with amusement, his grin growing wider. "I saw you earlier. Very convincing performance, by the way."

"You're insufferable," you mutter, glaring at him before shoving another chip into your mouth.

"But I'm right," he chuckles.

You hate that you can't think of a comeback. You hate that the look in his eyes makes your heart pound. You hate that you don't mind spending the rest of the night speaking to him.

It happens on a random Thursday, the kind of day that usually comes and goes without any significance.

You're sitting cross-legged on his bed, flipping through one of your textbooks while he's sprawled out beside you, absentmindedly tossing a baseball into the air and catching it.

It's been a while since you officially started dating, and even though you're still getting used to being someone's girlfriend, it's been fun and easy.

The window is cracked open, letting in the crisp autumn air. The faint sound of distant traffic hums in the background, mixing with the rhythmic thump of Sunghoon's baseball hitting his palm. You underline a passage in your notes, trying to focus on studying, but your boyfriend's movements are distracting.

"Do you ever take university seriously?" You sigh, not looking up from your notes.

He snorts. "I'm a third-year, baby. I've earned the right to slack off sometimes."

You roll your eyes, highlighting another sentence. "Yeah, must be nice, hm?"

He hums, catching the baseball one last time before tossing it into the drawer of his nightstand. He shifts, turning onto his side so he can watch you study.

You try to ignore the weight of his gaze. It's impossible.

"You know," he muses, reaching out to toy with the hem of your sweatshirt, the one he gave you, slightly oversized on you, the sleeves bunched at your wrists. "I think you secretly like spending all your time studying just so you don't have to pay attention to me."

You scoff, flipping a page. "You're delusional."

Sunghoon smirks, tugging lightly on the fabric of the sweatshirt. "Seriously. I could be dying over here, in desperate need of love and affection, and you'd still choose your stupid textbook over me."

You raise an eyebrow. "I think you'll live."

He sighs dramatically. "I guess I'll survive."

You shake your head, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. "You're such a baby."

"You're so mean to me. You're lucky I love you."

Your breath catches. You look up, startled, and that's when you see it, his expression shifting, his playful smirk faltering like he just realized what he said.

He blinks at you, his confidence wavering for the first time since you started dating. "Uh..."

You stare at him, your heart pounding.

Sunghoon lets out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head like he messed it up. "Shit, that wasn't how I meant to say that for the first time."

You're still frozen, slowly processing his words, watching as he hurries to sit up, looking restless all of a sudden.

"I was gonna wait," he murmurs, looking disappointed with myself. "Make it special. Maybe plan a big date or something." He looks at you, his face suddenly serious, his eyes searching your expression. "But...I don't know. I was looking at you just now and it just...it just slipped out. But I mean it."

Your lips part, but no words come out.

A flicker of uncertainty crosses his face. He exhales sharply, visibly pulling back. "Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything."

That snaps you out of it. "No."

"No?"

You shake your head quickly, setting your textbook aside. "No, don't take it back."

His eyebrows furrow. "But-"

You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, your grip firm. "I love you too."

The tension in his shoulders disappears immediately. His eyes widen slightly, like he wasn't expecting you to actually say it back.

"Yeah?" he murmurs softly, squeezing your hand with a wide smile on his lips.

You nod, feeling an intense warmth start to bloom in your chest. "Yeah."

He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, cupping your face in his hands. "I love you," he whispers, his voice full of something so warm, so certain, that it makes your chest ache.

And when he kisses you, soft and slow, you think, 'This is it. This is forever.'

You never thought moving in with your boyfriend would be easy, but standing in the middle of Sunghoon's apartment, surrounded by boxes labelled in messy handwriting, you realize you underestimated just how chaotic it would be.

"You own way too much stuff," he grunts, setting down the last of your boxes by the couch. He wipes his brow, glancing around the room like he's just now realizing how much space your things take up.

You place your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow at his tone. "Excuse me? I only brought the essentials."

Sunghoon snorts, lightly kicking one of the boxes with his foot. "Unless you consider twenty scented candles an essential, I think you're lying."

"I like my apartment to smell good, thank you very much," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He grins, stepping closer. "Our apartment," he corrects you, playfully tapping your chin.

Right. Our apartment. That's crazy. It's not just his apartment anymore, it's yours too now.

Sunghoon studies you for a moment, his expression softening. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just...taking it all in, y'know?"

He smiles, reaching for your hand to lace his fingers with yours. "Come on, let's unpack later. First, I think we need to do something important."

"Like what?" you ask, tilting your head.

He grins and starts tugging you towards the kitchen. "Finding a space for all your mugs."

By the time you finally finish unpacking, mostly unpacking, it's late and you're exhausted.

Sunghoon stretches his arms above his head while he walks to the bedroom, letting out a big yawn. "Okay, I vote we officially stop being productive for the night."

You groan in agreement, flopping onto the bed. It smells like his detergent mixed with his cologne. It's so distinctly him and you love it.

Sunghoon chuckles and plops down beside you, rolling onto his side to look at you. "This feels kinda surreal, doesn't it? Like, you actually live here now. I can't kick you out when I get sick of your yapping."

That earns him a pinch to the bicep.

"Regretting it already?" you scoff.

"Are you kidding? I've been begging you to move in for months," he grins, scooting closer.

You giggle as he nudges your nose with his. "You're ridiculous."

He smiles, genuinely smiles, before propping himself up on his elbow, his face turning serious. "This is just the beginning, y'know."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Beginning of what?"

"Of our life together," he smiles, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I'm eventually gonna make you my wife and have you barefoot and pregnant in no time."

That earns him another pinch.

You smooth down the skirt of your dress for what feels like the tenth time, glancing around the restaurant with wide eyes. It's the nicest place you've ever been to. Marble floors, candlelit tables, waiters in black vests who speak softly and pour your water with practiced precision. Even the chandelier above you sparkles like it's been polished specifically for tonight.

"You didn't have to go this all out," you murmur, glancing at Sunghoon from across the table.

He leans back in his chair, looking far too relaxed in his tailored suit, his hair styled perfectly, a glass of red wine cradled in his hand. "Come on," he scoffs with a soft grin. "You're always saying I don't take you anywhere fancy."

You let out an amused snort, your eyebrows raised. "I meant, like...movie theatres with reclining seats. Not this."

He smirks, taking a sip of his wine before setting it down on the white linen tablecloth. "This is better though."

You look around the restaurant, your eyes wide. "This place probably costs more than our rent."

"You should be proud, ___. I'm interning at one of the top law firms in Seoul. We might as well live like it," he scoffs.

You smile but something in your chest twists. You've noticed the change in him lately, how he carries himself differently, speaks more carefully, drops names you're unfamiliar with. There's a polish to him now, like he's already halfway to the man he's trying to become, and you don't know if you're even worthy of that man.

"I am proud of you, baby," you mumble, trying to lighten the mood. "This just...must have cost a fortune. You know I would've been happy with takeout and a movie for date night."

"I know." Sunghoon leans forward, taking your hand in his. "But I wanted tonight to be more special than that."

Your eyebrows furrow. "Why?"

He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He pulls out a small black velvet box and places it on the table, unopened.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, your heart pounding, your mouth suddenly feeling incredibly dry. You can't speak, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"Look, I know we're young," he murmurs, looking a little nervous. "And we still have so much ahead of us...but I also know I don't want to go through any of it without you."

Your breath hitches.

"I've known for a long time that I want to marry you, ___."

He opens the velvet box. Inside is a diamond ring, big but classy. It's classic and simple, and it looks expensive enough to make your heart race and your head spin. Sunghoon stands up from his chair and moves toward you, dropping to one knee beside the table. The whole restaurant feels like it fades to a low hum.

"___," he murmurs, his eyes shining, his voice steady. "Will you marry me?"

Your eyes grow glossy. You've talked about the future, always in vague, hopeful ways. You've talked about maybe moving to a new city someday, maybe getting a dog, maybe getting married and having a baby.

But this is suddenly so real.

He looks so sure, so ready. When you look at him, you don't just see a boyfriend anymore. You see someone successful, someone who wants to be with you forever, someone who could give you a life that looks like this.

You say yes.

Because you believe it's right.

Because you love him, and you want to love him forever.

You're balancing a bag of groceries in one hand and your keys and purse in the other when you unlock the door to the apartment.

It's later than usual, but not by much. You told him you'd be studying late at the library but you finished early and decided to surprise him with a nice dinner, something warm and comforting to break through the tension that's been sitting between you both for weeks now.

Grad school has been intense. Between classes, research, your thesis work, and the never-ending string of appointments for wedding planning, you've barely had time to breathe, let alone focus on the growing distance between you and Sunghoon.

But tonight, you want to try. You want to remind him that you still choose him, even when life is chaotic.

You're toeing off your shoes when you hear it. A soft, breathy sound. Muffled. Familiar.

Your stomach knots. You take a few tentative steps down the hallway. The bedroom door is slightly ajar.

Then—

A moan. A voice you recognize. Too well. You freeze. Your heart drops.

No. No. No. No.

You push the door open and there they are.

Sunghoon and Minji, one of your old university friends. She's straddling him, his hands gripping her waist, both of them frozen in horror the second they see you.

The grocery bag slips from your hand, apples and a carton of milk crashing to the floor.

Minji scrambles off of him, trying to cover herself. "___, I...I didn't know you were-"

"Get out," you whisper.

She hesitates, glancing at Sunghoon like she expects him to fix it.

"I said get out!"

Minji jumps, grabbing her clothes and bolting from the room. You're left standing there with shallow breaths, hands shaking, staring at the man you're supposed to marry.

Sunghoon stares back at you, sheet around his waist, mouth opening like he wants to say something but nothing comes out.

His lips part. Then close. Then part again. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears. The room spins. Your stomach churns. You feel like you might be sick.

Suddenly, you turn and walk straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and locking it. You barely make it to the sink before the sob rips out of your chest. Your hands clutch the porcelain as you struggle to stay upright, the weight of what you've just seen, what you know, crashing over you all at once.

The betrayal feels like fire, burning through your ribs, crawling up your throat, threatening to swallow you whole. Your mind keeps playing it on a loop. His hands on her. Her voice. His face when he saw you.

You drop to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, tears streaming down your cheeks with no sign of stopping. You cover your mouth with both hands, trying to muffle the sounds clawing their way out of you.

This was supposed to be the man you were going to marry. The one who promised forever. The one you trusted. And he threw all of it away.

Minutes pass. Maybe hours. You don't know. You sit on the cold tile floor, hugging your knees to your chest, your eyes red and puffy, your entire body wracked with silent, aching grief. Eventually, your sobs quiet into nothing. You don’t feel better. Just empty.

Numb.

When you finally unlock the door and step back into the apartment, the silence greets you like a slap.

You walk out slowly, your legs stiff and heavy beneath you. You find him sitting on the couch, fully dressed now, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He looks up when he hears your footsteps, eyes red, hair a mess, guilt hanging from him like a second skin.

"___," he mutters softly, like he doesn't know how to say anything else.

The pain bubbles up again, but this time it's sharper, steadier. You cross your arms, standing a few feet away like you can't bring yourself to get any closer.

You stare at him, feeling completely hollow. "How could you?"

He rises from the couch, cautiously stepping toward you. "I wasn't thinking. I- there's no excuse. I fucked up. Please, please, let's just talk about this-"

"Talk about what?" you snap, fresh tears building again. "How you cheated on me? How you fucked her in our bed? Fine, let's talk about it."

Sunghoon runs his hands through his hair, pacing desperately. "I know...I know I messed up. I never meant to hurt you."

"You never meant to-" You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. "Sunghoon, you fucked someone, my friend of all people! In our bed! You fucked everything up!"

He stops pacing, jaw tightening, expression darkening like he's been holding in frustration and resentment and he just can't hold it in any longer.

"Maybe everything was already fucked up, ___."

"What are you-"

"I felt alone, okay?" he groans, rubbing his hands over his face. "You were never around."

Your brows knit together. "Are you fucking serious?"

"I needed to feel like I mattered again!" he snaps. "You never made time for me!"

You shake your head, completely stunned. "I was working my ass off to build a name for myself, a life for us. I was doing it all...for us, Sunghoon!"

His expression contorts, bitter and broken. "Every time I looked at you, you were buried in your books or talking about centrepieces or venue options. You never stopped. Your degree, the damn wedding planning, it all mattered more than me and my needs!"

You laugh, cold and hollow. "Don't you dare stand there and act like the victim. You cheated on me. For God knows how long."

"I know I did," he mutters, but the guilt starts fading from his voice, replaced with something harder. "But you weren't giving me what I needed. I needed someone who actually made me feel like a man."

Your heart twists, a mix of pain and rage clawing its way through your chest. "So, this made you feel like a man? Is that it? You needed to fuck someone else, someone I considered a friend, so that you could feel like more of a man? You couldn't talk to me and try to fix it?"

He exhales, turning away from you. "I tried."

"No," you mutter shakily, your voice breaking. "You didn't try hard enough."

You stare at the man you thought you'd spend forever with, and he doesn't look like the boy who you fell in love with. The boy who promised to never hurt you. He just looks like a stranger now.

"I was loyal to you," you scoff, tears blurring your vision. "Even when it was hard. Even when I was exhausted. I chose you every single day, even when you made it so hard to. Even when you lost your temper, even when you would scream at me, even when you made me feel bad about myself. I still chose you, Sunghoon!"

Your voice turns into a sob, your cheeks stained with mascara, your bottom lip trembling.

"Why couldn't you choose me? Why couldn't you think of our future?"

"It stopped feeling like ours a long time ago," he mutters, his voice growing softer. He looks away, looking ashamed for a fleeting second before he doubles down. "You did this to us."

The silence that follows is deafening.

You stare at him in complete and utter disbelief. You almost laugh, almost, but it sticks in your throat, tangled in heartbreak and disbelief.

"I did this?" you echo.

Sunghoon's expression is tight. "I'm not saying I was right, but I felt alone. I felt like I didn't matter to you anymore," he mumbles, looking down at his feet.

Tears slide down your cheeks, hot and silent. "You were everything to me."

He looks at you, regret starting to crack through his pride. "Baby..."

Your mouth parts, but the words catch in your throat. You want to scream and break something. You want to rewind time, go back to just an hour ago when you were standing in the grocery store aisle debating whether to buy basil or parsley for the dinner you never got to make.

He takes a step toward you but you shake your head, backing away. "I can't believe you'd do this. After seven fucking years. I really hope she was worth it."

His eyes glisten but it's too late. The damage is done. And just like that, you know there's no coming back from this. No amount of apologies or explanation can undo what he did. So you turn around, walk to the bedroom, and start packing a bag. You walk over to the nightstand, the one where your wedding planner notebook still sits, pages dog-eared and scribbled with half-finished ideas.

You slip your ring off without hesitation. It's heavier than you remember. You place it down on the wood with a soft clink that sounds louder than the city traffic outside. It's final, inevitable.

Without looking back, you turn and walk out.

The guest bedroom in Jihyo's apartment smells faintly like lavender and fabric softener, but after almost two years, it no longer feels temporary. Her place is bright, filled with colour, yet you feel like a shadow haunting it.

You wake up slowly, sunlight filtering through pale curtains, but it doesn't fill you with warmth. Some days are harder than others. There are still days you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling until your chest aches. Days when food tastes like cardboard, when your body feels too heavy to carry, when the memories creep in—him, his laugh, his scent. Jihyo's been your main support system. There are still days when she has to physically drag you int the shower or sit beside you with a spoon to your lips to force you to eat something.

This morning feels better, even just slightly.

You pull yourself out of bed and walk to the kitchen where Jihyo is already buzzing around, dressed and ready for the day. Her presence, as always, is a source of comfort.

"Big day!" she exclaims, pushing a fresh cup of coffee into your hands.

You take it with a grateful smile. "You mean terrifying day."

She gives you a look. "You'll be great. Just don't cry in front of the students. They're probably still hungover from the weekend and dealing with their own shit."

"That's...fair," you snort.

Jihyo tilts her head, her voice growing gentler. "You sure you're okay to do this?"

You nod, looking determined. "I have to be."

You have to be ready. You transferred to Yonsei for a fresh start. You have a new job, apartment hunting, maybe thinking of getting a cat to keep you company. There are no more wedding plans taped to the fridge or a ring on your finger. It's scary, but you're ready. You have no other choice but to be ready.

Standing in front of the main entrance to the building, clutching a leather folder to your chest like it's the glue holding you together, you take a deep breath to try and ease the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

When you walk in, the hallway is filled with a soft hum of conversation in the distance, the low shuffle of students moving from class to class. You're so caught up in the quiet rhythm of it all that you nearly run into someone rounding the corner.

"Oh- sorry!"

You step back quickly, your folder nearly slipping from your grasp. The man in front of you blinks, just as startled.

He's tall, dressed in slacks and a pale blue dress shirt rolled up to the elbows. His hair looks soft, a little tousled like he's been running his hands through it all morning. His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose and his eyes, round and kind, widen slightly when they land on you.

He's handsome in that kind, unassuming, doesn't-know-he's-hot way.

"No, no, I'm sorry," he rushes to say, bowing politely. "I didn't see you there."

You shake your head, offering him a faint smile. "It's okay, I wasn't really watching where I was going."

The awkward tension only lasts a second before he smiles, gentle and warm.

"Are you new? I haven't seen you around here before."

You nod. "Yeah. First day."

He nods in understanding, adjusting his glasses before offering his hand. "I'm Jungkook. Professor Jeon to my students. I teach economics."

You shake his hand. His grip is firm but not overpowering. His palm is warm, comforting.

"I'm ___. Professor ___ to mine," you murmur. "Political science."

"Welcome to Yonsei," he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "We don't usually do hazing rituals for new staff, unless you count being thrown into an 8am lecture with uninterested students."

His smile makes something flutter in your chest. It's not romantic per say, you're not ready for that, but there's something safe about him. Something reassuring, like the soft hum of music you didn't know you needed to hear.

"Thanks," you murmur, shifting the folder in your hands. "Still trying not to get lost."

He grins. "I still get lost, and I've been here a while."

You laugh, the sound catching you off guard. It's been a long time since you've done that.

You look at him, taking in his slightly crooked tie, the way his glasses slip down his nose when he glances at your schedule peeking out from your folder. He kinda reminds you of a puppy.

He clears his throat. "If you need anything, uh...printer passwords, coffee recommendations, a tour of the faculty lounge, I'm happy to help."

Your lips twitch. "Is that all a part of your job description?"

He chuckles. "It is when the new political science professor looks slightly terrified."

You roll your eyes, but you can't keep the smile from tugging at your mouth. "Not terrified. Just...mildly overwhelmed."

"Mildly," he repeats, nodding like it's very serious business. "Got it. In that case, I'll keep my offer for coffee on the table."

You laugh again, softer this time. "I might take you up on that."

"Good." He pauses, then gestures towards the hallway. "You headed to class?"

"Yeah, but I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to be," you murmur sheepishly.

His eyebrows raise, the corners of his mouth turning upward. "I can walk you to wherever you need to be...if you want."

You hesitate, but only for a second.

"Sure."

As the two of you start walking side by side, something loosens in your chest, ever so slightly—the knot that's been there since the breakup with Sunghoon.

You're not ready for anything big. You're still healing. Still learning to exist in your own skin again, but for the first time in a really long time, something flickers quietly in the back of your mind. Maybe, not today or tomorrow, but someday something good can start again.

And maybe it starts with a boy in glasses and a crooked tie, holding open the door to your new life.

< Part 6 || Part 7 >

#jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #jungkook series #bts series #bts jungkook #fic: tmhtl #kookooluvr

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starryylies · 19 hours ago

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Icky older bf Simon who tells you that your boobs will grow bigger if he sucks on em

Cw- innocence kink (sorta), naive reader and. icky simon who takes advantage of that.

He knows it's wrong to take advantage of your naïveté but he just can't help it :(

He's been holding himself back for so long, holding himself back for you

Don't get me wrong tho, he loves your tits, your body. There's nothing he would ever want to change about it. It's perfection, It's art for him.

It's just that he doesn't wanna wanna corrupt you with his dirty paws, doesn't wanna take your innocence away just yet

But he wants to play with you, even if it's just for a little. He wants to feel you squirm, feel your skin.

So he comes up with a sweet lie that makes him get what he wants and you begging for him,

Begging for him to touch you, caress you, suck on your skin

And who is he to deny you?

So now here you are,

looking too cute sprawled underneath him, your lower lip trembling and your shirt pushed up so he can get a perfect view of your pretty body

His mouth latches onto your nipples, his big hands gripping your waist tightly, keeping you caged under his burly frame.

"Sii, ya promise they'll grow bigger right?" You moan out while tugging on the blonde strands of his hair.

"Ofcourse lovie, ya know daddy would never lie to you" he smirks, looking at you and your fucked our expression.

You're so cute, so fuckin' cute.

Wriggling under him despite his big hands gripping on you, trying to grind your cunny on him as he sucks on your tits.

You're being so naughty, so perfect for him.

"Y'r such a sensitive little girl, yr' gonna cum from daddy suckin' on your sweet tits aren't ya" he groans out.

You let out a loud moan in response earning a deep chuckle from him.

"M-more" you moan

"I'm gonna cum, m' gonna cum daddy, fuck m' close please more"

You're a babbling mess now, grinding on his clothed member faster and more desperately reaching your release, tears falling from your eyes because it feels so fucking good.

"Atta girl" he kisses the tears on your cheeks leaving your now sore and bruised nipples alone.

"Will they be big now?" You sniffle out

"Takes atleast 3 tries luvie" he smiles at you all the while thinking of what excuse he's going to give you next time because now he's greedy and all he can think of is how pretty his cum would look laced on your tits.

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sunkeji · 2 days ago

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Finding out you're a girl 🫵🏻👯‍♀️😱⁉️

A/N: idk guys I lost my train of thought(s) so you get this. I decided to do this differently than the other ones.

C/W: mentions of bra, hinting at your pp (it's nth bad I promise), yuu is reader

Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle

Riddle, Trey, Cater

Sorry guys but the Adeuce duo can't keep a secret for shit 😭. They have good intentions I promise but their approach is questionable. You've sent them out to get more pads during one of your horrible cramps. Sam sells them to you so all they need to do is go there, get the right one and come back.

Nothing is easy with them though 😔. Currently, they're crouched on the floor in the store room having a whisper-shouting argument of what sized pads to buy you.

During their heated debate of what kind of pads to get for you, they don't hear their 3 seniors walking into the shop and have stopped an Isle away from the storage room behind them.

"I think Yuu wants the longer ones."

"nah, I think they'll fit the medium one better"

"what? What do you mean by that??"

"you know the..."

"the what???"

"don't make say it!"

After hearing the familiar voices as well as bits and pieces of their unusual conversation coming from the room, Cater opens the door.

"uh what are you guys doing?"

The Adeuce duo whip their heads back to see Cater with his hand still on the door knob, Trey with an eyebrow raised and Riddle having a suspicious look on his face with his arms crossed.

"Are you stealing?" Riddle asks with growing irritation.

The Adeuce duo freeze like deer caught in headlights, their hands still clutching two different-sized packs of pads like they were some kind of forbidden treasure(?).

Ace, ever the quick thinker (or so he thought), blurted out, "We’re not stealing! We’re just… uhh… conducting a very important research project!"

Deuce, even more panicked than Ace aggressively nods his head. "Yeah! For school!"

Riddle’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "Science. For school." His voice was flat, dripping with disbelief.

Trey, ever the peacemaker (but also unable to resist the chaos), leaned in and squinted at the pads in their hands. "Ah, I see. A comparative analysis of absorbency levels?"

Cater, barely holding in his laughter, pulled out his phone. "This is so going on Magicam. ‘Heartslabyul’s Finest: Pad Investigators.’ #NotAllHeroesWearCapes #ButTheyDoBuyPads."

Ace turning bright red. "DON’T YOU DARE—"

Deuce, in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, held up both boxes like a shield and went on a word vomit;

"Lookwe’rejusttryingtohelpYuu!Shesentustogetthesebecauseshe'sonherperiodandwedon’twannamessitup,andwhilewe'reonthetopic,Yuu'sagirlifyouhaven'tfigureditoutyet"

[Look we’re just trying to help Yuu! She sent us to get these because she's on her period and we don't wanna mess it up, and while we're on the topic, Yuu's a girl if you haven't figured it out yet]

A beat of silence.

Then Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We'd be more surprised if more people didn't know Yuu was a girl with how loud you two idiots always are. We've known since months ago when we heard you guys talking in the corridor"

Trey chimes in bringing focus back to the matter at hand; "So instead of asking which one she needed, you decided to have a covert operation in the storage room?"

Ace cross' his arms defensively. "Well, it’s embarrassing! We didn’t wanna yell it across the store!"

Trey, now fully grinning, shook his head. "Well, it's much too late for that AND Yet here you two are, whisper-shouting about pad sizes loud enough for all of Sage’s Island to hear."

Cater wipes a tear from his eye while giggling. "ugh, I can’t. I just can’t. Yuu’s gonna die when they hear about this."

Deuce groaned, slamming his head into a shelf. "We’re never gonna live this down, are we?"

Riddle, after a long, suffering pause, finally uncrossed his arms. "Just get the overnight ones. And for goodness sake, next time, write it down."

As the seniors walked away (Cater already typing at lightning speed to fill you in on what's happened), Ace and Deuce stood there, defeated, holding the correct pads at last.

Ace: "…We’re never doing Yuu a favor again."**

Deuce: "Agreed..."

Meanwhile, you're back at Ramshackle, curled up in pain, wondering why it’s taking so long to get pads and if you should’ve just asked Grim to steal some instead.

Ace & Deuce

The story starts when these 2 Knuckleheads are hanging out after class with you at the Ramshackle dorm and become curious of your belongings. While you're away, they're in your room opening drawers and looking at your things.

When they eventually get to your wardrobe, they're opening drawers haphazardly and looking at what minimal belongings you have, expecting to see normal guy clothes and hoping to find something to laugh at you about but the first thing they see is a bra. Both of them stop in their tracks and just stare at it speechless.

Deuce picks it up and stares at it while Ace's eyes grow wide and smacks it out of his hands, sending the bra flying. "Don't touch it dummy! don't you know what that is?!".

Unexpectedly, you enter the room at the exact moment your bra lands on the floor, right in front of you.

Ace immediately points at Deuce and shouts; "IT WAS DEUCE! HE'S THE PERVERT!". Deuce immediately gets red at that while shouting that he's not a pervert and then the 2 of them have started slapping and shoving each other, completely forgetting the precarious situation they were caught in.

Grim grabs your pants leg and stares from behind you. "Welp, looks like the cat's out of the bag."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #heartslaybul x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #riddle x reader #trey x reader #cater x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst x yuu

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mageofmadness · 9 hours ago

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◞♡ nsfw

caleb’s definitely a just the tip type of guy you cannot tell me he wouldn’t beg for it like anywhere and everywhere all the damn time. does not matter where you are, what time it is, etc. sometimes he doesn’t even care to come...he’s not trying to fuck you and fill you up, he just wants inside of your cunt because it’s been a long day and surely you missed him too and he can’t help it, it’s his favorite place to be. so warm and you’re always so wet and sweet and he’s got such a silver tongue “just the tip, honey. i’m sorry, you just look so good. i can’t stand it...can’t wait ‘til we get back home" so of course you agree because you did miss him, but you also know his tricks by now and it’s hardly ever just the tip.

sure, it might start that way. maybe you’re pressed up against the bathroom wall, having both slipped out during an important work gala because “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you. i haven’t left your side all night, who do they think they are?” and you know you don’t have enough time to fuck so you agree because caleb looks so handsome, how could you deny him anything? he hurriedly hikes your dress up and you give him some credit when he lifts your hip, notching the tip of his cock against your hole, but then he presses in and in and in until the tip he’d promised is so deep inside of you, your legs are starting to shake.

“im sorry, fuck. i-i'm sorry, i can't help it. fuck, how are you so tight? always so tight. it’s not my fault, baby. if you didn’t want me this deep, why are you trying to fuck yourself back on my cock, huh?” and you are. you're squirming and trying to adjust to his size and now you wish he’d move instead of pinning you against the wall with his cock splitting you open.

or maybe you’re on the couch, worn out after a long day, and he’s promising just the tip. nothing more this time...he swears.

“you don’t have to do anything, baby. i know you’re tired, i’m sorry. i know, it’s been so long, though, honey. please, pips. all i could think about all day was coming home to you and you smell so nice and and and…” and maybe caleb really does mean it this time, but either way, he always takes care of you. he can have whatever he wants.

his cock is so heavy when the tip rests against your hole, both of you already weeping for it, and he groans, sliding in just enough. he starts to jerk his cock as you whine on the couch, moving your hips because now you want more and right now is the time caleb decides to stick to his word?

“stop moving, baby. fuck, look at that…look at you. you want it that bad? but i promised, didn’t i?” he moans, and you writhe, feeling the jerky movements of the tip of his cock, your cunt begging for something to fill it but he doesn’t. caleb doesn’t give in this time, having to shush you because this is unfair. how dare he suddenly deprive you, and when he comes, he comes with his cock pressed just enough inside of you for nothing to spill out. admiring his work, panting, “thank you, fuck. missed you so much, baby. gonna make you come now, kay? don’t think i forgot about you...just needed to come in this pretty hole. what? i just gave you...oh, you want it it all? my whole cock? you’re the one always saying ‘just the tip’ sweetheart, you’ve gotta be more clear, then.”

you have half a mind to argue with him, opening your mouth to explain clearly you guys both have a moderation issue, but he’s sliding into you a moment later, filling you up in one swift thrust. his last load slicks the way, and you whine. you whimper. it’s so much more than just the tip, his entire cock filling you up as caleb grins, knowing he won this game that’s not really even a game.

“there you go, yeah? maybe you'll remember this moment the next time you roll your eyes, telling me 'just the tip,' and acting like you don’t want it, pips.”

#my wrxting 💿 ོ⁩`.#lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #caleb x reader #caleb x mc #caleb smut #lads mc #lads smut #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader #love and deep space #love and deepspace

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afsalovescats · 2 days ago

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hii, i just love ur works!!

can i request yandere megumi x fem reader smut? the reader is just very inexperienced and yan! megumi is superrr perverted and wants to corrupt her!!

ofc angel !!

Megumi's heart raced with excitement and desire as he gazed upon you. All innocent, yet alluring form. Poor girl, you had no idea what you were getting into, did you? Megumi would make sure of that. A small wicked grin spread across his face as he crept closer to you like a predator stalking its prey.

Then In one swift, sudden movement, Megumi pounced, pinning your inexperienced self against the bed. He could feel your racing heartbeat and hear your shaky breaths. Megumi leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered "Shhh, shhh, don't be scared. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before." He was excited to be your first. To corrupt you, to make you beg for more. He'll make sure their wont be another man at all who can please you like him. Gosh what a pervert.

He slid a hand down to your side, feeling the soft curve of your waist and hip, before gripping your ass possessively. Fondling it as he slips your pants off, leaving you in your panties. Pulling your hips flush against his own. Megumi captured your chin, forcing you to meet his intense crazed gaze. His other hand slid under your shirt, palming your breasts through your bra. He was going to claim every inch of you until your addicted and you'll be begging him to ruin you.

Megumi forced your legs apart, exposing the most intimate area. The fabric of your panties strained against your core as Megumi's fingers shoved them aside, feeling the damp wetness of your pretty pussy.

He eyes it. You're embarssed, as he then brings his fingers through your slick folds and plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt without warning. You threw your head back, mouth wide open as you allow yourself to be touched by him.

He wanted to fill you up with his cock and cum right now.

Your back arches as Megumi started pumping his fingers at a specific speed, curling them to hit that spongey spot deep inside that made you see stars.

"That's it, moan for me. This cunt belongs to me now, understand? I'm gonna to ruin it." This was not even a good amount of what was running through his mind. The filthy disgusting perverted thoughts would cause someone a stroke if they could read his mind.

Megumi used his thumb to rub harsh circles around your clit as he finger-fucked you hard and you instantly moan loudly! the pressure on your clitoris is doing wonders. Megumi could feel your pussy clenching and quivering around his fingers, he knew you were close but instead he yanked his fingers out. Leaving your puffy hole all lonely and unfilled.

"No, please, don't stop!" you whimpered, trying to grind your hips against Megumi's hand, desperate for more friction.

Megumi just chuckled cruelly, undoing his pants with his other hand and pulling out his hard throbbing cock. He gently slapped it against your entrance then made the head run over your clit, making shivers hit your back.

"Beg for my cock, beg me to breed this tight little cunt," Megumi murmured, rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your soaked folds.

"Please, Megumi, please fuck me...I-I need your cock so badly, please breed me, fill me with your cum!" You babbled, too far gone in lust to care how desperate you sounded.

He starts fucking you. You moan and write under him. It was so heavenly, you were in pure bliss. His cock hit every inch right. He brings a hand to your tummy, fingers holding you so gently in contrast to how hard he’s fucking you. He raises your hips slightly and spreads your legs more as he watches the bulge of his cock in your stomach appear and disappear. He loved how big he was, compared to your small figure.

His thrusts were deep and fast making you unable to control anything. Soon enough you both come. White, warm and sticky fluid fills you up. He came in you. You're so spent and tired. But he starts thrusting again and you whimper.

"Your not going anywhere."

#sub jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk gojo #megumi x you #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi smut #megumi fluff #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere #gojou satoru x reader

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millers-angel · 13 hours ago

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joel's girl dad(dy)!joel x virgin!female reader

this is the second part of lollipop story. summary: you were supposed to be on a date with a guy, but instead, end up fucking with joel. warnings: ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, loss of virginity, innocence kink, size kink, possessive joel, jealous joel, smut, unprotected sex, heavy thumb sucking, reader has an oral fixation.

"i'm getting the door!" you said running but joel was already on his way.

no that he didn't hear you or anything, he wanted to be the one who opened the door. the one who got to 'greet' the guy you invited over.

after what happened you'd ask for 'cuddles' as an excuse to grind yourself on his bulge, you were always sticked to his lap, sucking lollipops for him—no matter who was near, you'd be glancing at him while you work on your candy. you'd ask him to suck on his thumb to sleep—and he'd let you. he'd let you do all those things because he can't resist you, not when you're all innocent about it.

so he told you you'd be better with someone your age, encouraging you to go on a date with a guy—he thought it was the best way to get you distracted since you were always coming to his room looking for pleasure—even if you didn't say it out loud. but he talked to you about going out with someone else, to try new things.

and so you did.

you invited someone over, and got ready. he’s a nice guy, but joel… joel wouldn’t trust anyone.

that’s why he was the one to open the door. even though it was his idea, even though he had no right to interfere—he still wouldn’t let just anyone walk into his home. not when it was you. not when you were his.

joel stood at the door, broad and unmoving, eyes dark as he looked the guy up and down. the poor guy shifted on his feet, clearly nervous under his stare.

then you appeared at the top of the stairs. the second the guy saw you, his whole face changed, breaking into an eager smile.

“hey,” you greeted, stepping down. “come in.”

joel exhaled, stepping aside, but not before lowering his voice. “don’t try anything stupid,” he muttered, low and firm. “keep it clean.”

the guy nodded a little too quickly, stepping past him like he could feel the weight of that warning.

the night was nice. easy. he brought milkshakes, and you pulled up a movie on the tv, both of you curled up on the couch. but neither of you really watched it. instead, you talked, soft laughter filling the space, the glow of the screen casting warm shadows over your faces.

“i like your hair,” he said suddenly, watching you.

you tilted your head. “yeah?”

“yeah,” he reached out slowly, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, his fingertips barely brushing your skin. "you're like... super pretty."

"well, thank you," you blinked. you laughed, a little breathless. “want a popsicle?”

he nodded, and you left for a moment, coming back with two. you handed him one, peeling the wrapper off yours, licking at the cold sweetness as you glanced at him.

he was already looking at you, at your lips.

your stomach flipped, but before you could say anything, movement caught your eye.

joel.

he was coming down the stairs, slow and steady, gaze locked right on you.

you couldn't help it, you had to tease him, you got the lollipop deeper, tightening your lips around it, holding it longer than you should, until it was melting around your lips.

he didn't make a sound either, he just... watched.

and so was the guy, he didn't even notice your gaze wasn't on him, he was looking directly to your lips.

"it's melting," he cleared his throat when he realized his voice was too raspy. "lemme help."

he draw his fingers around your lips as you took the popsicle out your mouth. he cleaned you and you slid his finger past your lips, slow and sweet, tongue flicking over the sticky sugar left behind.

joel gaze darkened. you're gonna make him lose his mind.

his breath hitched, but you just smiled around it, letting it go with a little pop.

"you're so hot," he murmured, almost in disbelief.

you giggled, popping the popsicle back in your mouth, letting it sit there as you looked up at him. "yeah? you like this?"

he laughed, a little nervous, eyes dropping to your lips again. "yeah," he admitted.

you pulled it out with a soft smack, lips glistening. "they're so cold now."

he swallowed hard, shifting closer. "i can fix that," he offered, voice lower now, still a little unsure.

you raised a brow. "how?"

he didn’t answer. he just leaned in, lowering his head, giving you the chance to pull away. but you didn’t. you just smiled, let him close the gap, let his lips press to yours.

it was slow, warm, nothing rushed. his hands found your waist, hesitating for a second. "is this okay?"

you nodded, and he kissed you again, deeper this time.

but you couldn’t help it. you opened your eyes.

joel was still there. still watching.

your stomach flipped, and you shut your eyes again, melting into it.

for a moment, it was just that—his hands, his mouth, his warmth.

but then—

"hey."

joel’s voice, sharp, right there.

you barely had time to pull back before he was standing over you, jaw tight, arms crossed, eyes dark with something unreadable.

"don’t do that," he said, voice low, controlled, but you knew him. you could hear the anger simmering beneath it.

the guy straightened up fast, hands leaving you. "s-sorry, i didn’t—"

"i don’t care," joel cut him off, his eyes locked on yours. "it’s time to go."

"but we're just having fun," you looked up to joel with an innocent gaze but only made him angrier.

"no, it's okay, i'll leave, sir." the guy said standing up.

"but we’re just having fun," you pouted up at joel, all innocence, but it only made his jaw tick harder.

"no, it's okay, i'll leave, sir," the guy said quickly, already pushing himself up.

you grabbed his hand before he could move too far, pulling him toward the door. joel didn’t follow, but he didn’t go far either. you could feel him standing close, listening.

the guy rubbed the back of his neck. "uh—can we… see each other again?" he asked, voice lower now, nervous. "somewhere more private?"

you tilted your head, teasing. "more private?"

he swallowed. "yeah. not that i didn’t like coming here, it’s just…" his cheeks turned a little red. "i wanna be alone with you, you know?"

you bit back a smile. "alone?" you echoed, playing dumb. "for what?"

he laughed, looking away for a second before meeting your gaze again. "you know."

you hummed, pretending to think. "hmm. fine," you relented. "but bring me something pretty. flowers, maybe."

his face lit up. "yeah. yeah, of course."

"good." you grinned. "now, stay here. i’ll grab you something."

"what?" he chuckled.

"a popsicle," you winked. "so you don’t forget me."

you turned, feeling his eyes on you as you walked off, slipping into the kitchen. you took your time, letting the seconds stretch, letting joel sit with whatever was brewing under that heavy stare of his.

but when you came back, popsicle in hand, joel was standing close to the guy, speaking low.

the guy looked nervous.

you stepped up, holding out the popsicle. "here," you said, smiling sweetly.

he took it, glancing at joel before looking back at you. "uh—thanks."

joel didn’t say a word.

the guy hesitated for just a second before nodding and stepping out the door.

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you're sobbing, appearing in the doorframe, then crawling on bed to him. you just been dumped by the guy you were going out with, and who's the only one who can fix it? joel.

he's there, laying back against the headboard, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, book in one hand, glasses sliding down his nose.

"hey, what's wrong, little one?"

you sniffle, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hand. you feel so small, so pathetic.

"i don't get it," you whisper. "i don't get what i did wrong."

joel sighs, closing the book and setting it aside. he watches you for a second, like he's trying to figure out what to say.

"you didn't do nothin' wrong, sweetheart."

"then why—" your voice breaks. "why did he just—never showed up?"

joel presses his lips together. doesn't answer right away. you crawl closer, until you're right beside him, fingers curling into his shirt, clinging.

"m'not pretty enough?" you ask, looking up at him with those big, teary eyes. "m'not good enough?"

his jaw tightens, his hand cups your cheek. "don't say that, you're the prettiest girl."

"but it's true, isn't it?" your fingers grip him tighter, pulling yourself into his warmth. "he didn't want me. nobody wants me."

joel swallows. his hands hover, like he wants to touch you but knows he shouldn't.

"that's not true," he mutters.

you sniff again, nuzzling into his chest. he's warm. solid. safe, like he always have.

"you want me, daddy?" your voice is soft, innocent. like you don't even realize what you're saying... but you know what you're doing.

joel tenses. his hands fist in the sheets.

"you don't know what you're askin', sweetheart."

"but i do," you mumble, looking up at him. "i want you."

he inhales sharply, like he's holding his breath. his eyes darken, but he shakes his head.

"this ain't right," he mutters, more to himself than to you.

but you just curl closer, nose brushing his neck, fingers tugging at his shirt.

"please, daddy," you whisper.

joel squeezes his eyes shut. exhales through his nose.

"jesus," he mutters.

but he doesn't push you away.

you started leaving sloppy kisses on his neck, nibbling his skin, reaching his earlobe, biting it a bit. "you liked it the other day,"

he didn't deny it. he just let you follow. your lips brush against his, soft and hesitant, testing the waters. joel doesn’t pull away. he meets you there, lips barely moving against yours, like he’s still deciding, still fighting something inside himself.

but then he took a deep breath, breaking away just enough to speak. "this ain’t right," he mutters, his voice low and strained.

"it's not wrong," you whisper back, chasing after his lips again, pressing yourself against him. "they’re wrong. those boys don’t know what they want." your fingers curl around his wrist, tugging him closer. "but you do, daddy. you’re a man."

joel groans, deep in his throat, like he's in pain. his hands—big, warm—slide down, finding your waist, gripping tight, trying to get his shit together. "damn it, sweetheart," he grits out, like he’s trying to resist but he can’t.

you press your forehead to his, your breath warm against his lips. "don’t fight it," you murmur. "please."

his hands move, gripping your hips now, fingers digging in, holding you steady. his touch is firm, commanding, but still careful, like he’s afraid you’ll break.

"look at you," he murmurs, almost like he’s in awe. "so damn pretty."

your breath hitches, and joel takes advantage of the moment, tilting your chin up, keeping you where he wants. his lips ghost over yours, teasing, before dipping lower, pressing against the curve of your jaw, the soft spot just beneath your ear.

you sigh, melting into him, your fingers sliding down his chest, toying with the hem of his shirt.

"take it off," you whisper, half a plea, half a demand.

his eyes flick up to yours, dark, searching.

"yeah?" he breathes.

you nod, fingers already slipping under the fabric, pushing it up.

joel doesn’t stop you.

you take him in, eyes dark, roaming over the broad expanse of his chest, the strength in his arms, the soft curve of his tummy. the hair dusting his skin, the warmth you feel from him—it’s all so joel. so utterly him.

you love it. love him. love that he looks like a man, strong and solid and real.

your hands skim his sides, then you lean down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to his tummy. you feel the way he tenses beneath your lips, the way his breath catches.

"you’re the most handsome man i’ve ever seen, daddy," you murmur, voice soft.

joel huffs out a breath, shaking his head, but there’s something soft in his expression. "sweetheart, i’m too old."

"i love that about you," you counter, pressing another kiss, this time just above his navel, feeling him shudder beneath your lips.

he exhales sharply, then captures your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up. his lips crash onto yours, warm and wanting, and you melt into it.

when he pulls back, his thumb strokes your cheek, his voice rough but gentle. "you see now, baby? you don’t need those boys."

you let out a breathy laugh, eyes glittering. "this was your idea," you remind him.

joel smirks, but his grip on you tightens, possessive. "it was so you’d see they ain’t worth a damn," he murmurs, voice low. "you’ve got me. i take care of you. i treat you like you deserve."

your cheeks burn, a flush creeping up your neck at his words, at the weight of his gaze, dark and intense. you let out a soft little giggle, unable to help it, but joel doesn’t let you squirm away.

instead, he shifts, moving over you, his presence heavy, overwhelming, right.

his eyes pin you in place. "don’t go lookin’ for him again," he mutters, firm. "you don’t need him. you got me."

joel’s fingers find the hem of your dress, rough fingertips grazing the soft fabric. he pauses, just for a second, like giving you a chance to stop him, but you don’t—you won’t.

slowly, he pushes the material up, his knuckles brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. his eyes never leave yours, dark and intent, watching every little reaction, every breathy hitch in your throat.

"you wear this for him?" he mutters, voice low, possessive.

you shake your head, lips parting, barely able to form words under the heat of his gaze. "no," you whisper. "for you."

something flickers in his expression—something deep, something dangerous.

his hands move higher, gathering the dress until it slips over your head, leaving you bare beneath his heavy stare. he exhales sharply, jaw tight, eyes tracing every inch of you like you’re something his.

"good girl," he murmurs, letting his palms find your waist, your ribs, the warmth of his touch grounding you, making you dizzy all at once. "mine."

his lips trail lower, warm and deliberate, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your ribs, over the softness of your stomach. his beard scratches lightly against your skin, leaving a tingle in its wake, and you shiver, fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.

joel hums against you, like he’s savoring every inch, like he wants to take his time. his hands grip your waist, rough palms spreading over your hips as he drags his mouth lower, nose brushing along your skin.

“pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice thick, reverent. “so sweet.”

your breath catches when he nips gently at your side, his tongue soothing over the spot right after. your thighs tense around him, your grip in his hair tightening, but he doesn’t stop—doesn’t want to stop.

you let out a shaky breath, barely able to think, barely able to do anything except feel as he worships every inch of you.

“god,” you whisper, voice unsteady.

he looks up at you then, dark eyes full of something hungry.

“told you, baby,” he rasps, pressing another kiss just above your navel. “you don’t need anyone else.”

he stops for a second to get rid of his sweatpants, you just watch taking your thumb to your lips... he's bulky. his dick must ache to be freed, he has a dark spot, precum leaking through the fabric.

he placed you on the pillows so you'd be more comfortable, you cupped his face to meet his lips again, there's nothing you enjoy more than feeling daddy's tongue—no matter which part of your body.

then, moved his hand between your thighs. he spread your legs gently, trailing your panty. your breath hitched when he stopped on your damped spot.

"you're soaking wet," he said softly.

you licked your lips and nodded. "i need you, daddy."

his gaze is all dark, he can't help to rub his bulge on your slit, letting you feel him.

"you see what you do to me, sweet girl? you see what you do?"

you let a soft moan. "please,"

he needed less. it was about seconds for you to be completely naked beneath him. he had seen you like this before, when you deliberated take showers in his bathroom, leaving the door opened so he can see you through his mirror. or when you rub yourself on your pillows, leaving your door cracked opened for him—you know he's watching.

still, it makes his cock twtich. the way your pussy is all swollen, flushed just as your cheeks. now you're shy, sweetheart, he thinks.

you bite your lips when you see how his hand stroke his own cock, precum runs through his length, the tip is swollen and begging to be taken care of.

"can i play with your toy, daddy?" you asked trying to sit on bed, but he gently wrapped your hands to push you against the pillows again.

he held your legs to his torso. "not now," you made a face. "i'm gonna do what you've been begging me for months."

"b-but i wanted to have it in my mouth," your big, wary eyes always make him weak.

"you can't live if you don't have something in that pretty little mouth, can you?"

you grinned, cupping his face. "because i wanted to suck on you like i suck on my lollipops. you love it," you could feel how his grip tightened on your wrists. "and... my lollipops don't have a liquid filling inside and yours does."

he groaned and took one of your hands to your mouth, popping the thumb. "suck," he asked, his voice sharp but not tough.

"what for?"

"you're gonna need it,"

and as you followed orders, he teased his tip on you, lowering his gaze just to see the obscene size difference. he didn't want to hurt his girl, of course he wouldn't hurt you, so he gave you something to rely on, to calm yourself if it hurts—it will.

he went slow, and as much as your tightness were killing him, he didn't rush anything. instead, he watched your eyes widened and way you suck on your thumb went faster as you muffled a soft whimper. you were killing him in every way.

he could come without even moving. just by feeling you, by seeing your face, just by knowing he's the first man who's ever been inside his girl. just by knowing you're his girl.

he thrusted, slowly, feeling how his cock stretch you open. you closed your eyes, daddy is even better than you ever dreamed of.

"that it," he grunted. "this what you wanted?"

you nodded. "yes," you said as you could, voice muffled against your thumb.

the friction of your bodies is sending you to a bliss, his hips, his cock buried deep inside you, the way he's whimpering on your ear.

joel's breath is ragged as he moves inside you, his body pressing you into the mattress. he grips your hips tightly, using them as leverage to thrust deeper and harder, his hips meeting yours with a force that borders on desperation.

"you're daddy's pride," he gasps, his voice muffled against your neck.

joel pulls out and looks down at your body, his eyes roaming over your curves and the slickness between your legs.

"look at you," he says, his voice low and hoarse. "this mine." he says swatting your pussy, making you whine.

he runs a finger through the slickness on your skin, tracing it up to your clit and circling it slowly. you squirmed, it was too sensitive, but he couldn't help himself, he had to. seeing how your poor little pussy was all pounded because of him, he needed to touch you too. he can see precum leaking from you, both of your juices mixed... he tossed his finger on your folds, and then took it to your mouth, you tasted him, you tasted yourself too.

"attagirl," he says as he guided his cock back into you.

"tasty, daddy." you licked your lips.

this time, he held your legs on your sides, having a full view of your body beneath him, of how his cock pounds you, of you sucking your thumb, moaning, of your breasts bouncing at his pace. his girl, his sweet angel was sad just moments ago because of some random guy while all she needed is her daddy.

"you belong to me," he growled, gripping your thighs. you nodded, closing your eyes. "repeat it."

"i belong to you, daddy." you met his gaze.

"no more stupid boys."

"but that was your—"

he thrusted too harsh, making you whine. "no more stupid boys."

your body shivered. "no more stupid boys." you said softly.

and that's all he needed. knowing you're his. he wasn't that gentle anymore, he went harder, feeling how your body writhed beneath him, feeling how your walls throbbed.

he knows you're close, he knows when his girl is about to finish—he had seen you before, but now, he can feel it, he can feel how your walls trap him. you felt your legs shaking and before you knew you were babling things against your thumb.

and joel—joel couldn't help it, he came just when he saw his girl like this, not when he felt how your walls clenched on his cock. he filled his girl with cum, thrusting deep, making sure he got everything inside.

it was heaven for you.

he lowered his body to you, to press his lips against your forehead, staying inside for a couple of seconds, trying to catch his breath.

then he slowly pulls out of you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. he lets out a ragged breath as he stares down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. "you okay?" he said holding your thighs.

"more than okay, daddy." joel lay down beside you, his breathing still heavy, his chest rising and falling with deep inhales. but you… you didn’t want to let go.

you moved quickly, throwing a leg over his hips, clinging to him like you wanted to melt into him.

“how did i do?” your voice was sweet, excited, laced with wonder. “for my first time…”

joel turned his head to you, his fingers tracing soft lines down your back.

“you were perfect,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, filled with something deeper than just satisfaction. “i’m proud of you.”

you bit your lip, warmth spreading through your chest.

“better than m—”

joel cut you off immediately, his hand coming up to hold your chin gently.

“don't.”

you giggled, burying your face in his neck. “that’s not fair.”

“why?” his tone was amused, but there was still that sharp edge of warning.

“because you get to decide things for me,” you mumbled.

joel raised an eyebrow, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your thigh. "what do you mean?"

you lifted your head just enough to look at him, lips curling into a small pout. "you scared my date away."

his brows furrowed, but the amused glint in his eyes never faded. "what are you talkin’ about?"

"you talked to him," you accused, poking his chest. "that’s why he didn’t show up. you made sure he wouldn’t take me out."

joel didn’t deny it. instead, a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, his arm tightening around you.

"’course i did," he admitted, voice low and sure. "wasn’t gonna let you go with him."

you huffed, but the warmth in his tone, the way he held you so close, sent a shiver down your spine.

"thought you wanted me to," you mumbled against his skin.

joel smiled, his lips pressing into your hair. "nah, baby. just ain’t gonna let some boy think he can have what’s mine."

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