#it’s implied but I’m tagging that anyways LMAO

[lavander-galaxy]

man what’s got him so flustered huh

@sonderfairy

[rosetheocto]

i was told to post this

[langfield]

Hi, I have a question I was wondering to get some kind of insight from you??? You have thinking skills....that seem a lot better than other bloggers around here and that's a compliment. It's incredibly basic but how do you feel about like the prospect and moralization of 'problematic characters' in the LIS games?? I realize this is loaded possibly in everyway , but I mean the highly moral and controlling nature of this fandom 'cherry-picking' when someone has the audacity to like 'problematic characters.' I realize this is becoming a bigger problem with characters like Nathan, Warren, and Finn. For example Nathan fans are...often accused of being literal pro-sexual violence or are told they 'worship a murderer'. It's so overbearing to the point that the overall controlling nature of this fandom leads people to act like they must shame and humiliate people who like those characters and not only that but they also want to make it 'illegal' for someone to like specific characters. That sounds pathetic, but i don't know how else to say it. I don't want to exactly interject a personal anecdote, but 'problematic character discourse' can lead people to a dark place and it gets ugly so fast it's scary - which is why I'm unfortunately asking this. I'm just looking for some kind of light and reason honestly. I realize this is such a contentious topic and I'm not so sure if i worded this well, but I'm hoping you'll say something reasonable.

off the bat, i’ll say that i already talked a bit about this topic somewhat here : where i discuss puritanical views ( also known as purity culture, which i think plays somewhat of a hand in this topic ) and how negatively i feel about them. bringing up morals as a means of winning arguments over fictional characters is frankly ridiculous and always will be -- especially when they do things like claim the real people behind these accounts are somehow evil or disgusting for their preferences. many of the life is strange characters are extremely flawed and immoral in the things they do, to the point that it’s a mechanic in life is strange 2 in particular. there are many reasons why characters behave ‘problematically’ … some of which are extremely sympathetic and relatable reasons, even if their actions aren’t necessarily excusable. to simplify all that nuance into black and white thinking goes directly against the themes shown throughout these games and is rather small minded in general. but you already know that! i don’t have to explain why nathan is more than just a ‘murderer’, because the game itself makes it obvious and does want you to sympathize with him somewhat. or why finn isn’t some heartless monster because he did something fucked up, a thing he actively apologizes for and a thing that makes sense given his backstory. or how rachel amber is a victim who, like any teenage girl, was flawed and a little desperate, and definitely wasn’t some sort of abuser or evil seductress. i could talk about it, and i’m sure i will in the future, but let me explain my feelings along with my thoughts on this matter of cherry-picking in the lis fandom.

my feelings? simple! i do not like it. i find it dumb and i usually block people who act like asses, which means in this fandom, that’s actually a good chunk of the fans. i’m here to fixate on this franchise and how i do that is via analysis! i’m very character focused, i can spend hours picking apart a singular character until i’m going in happy circles over it … i love seeing why characters are the way they are, what they might’ve been thinking in certain scenes or feeling, how they mesh with their fellow characters, etc etc. the plots of lis are fine too, of course, but if you take one look at my blog as well as my rp blogs, it’s obvious where my interests lie : characters and their relationships. i’m a shipper at heart, so playing around with multiple characters and observing how they would exist in their dynamics is my guilty pleasure and the main thing that hooks me in fandoms. although romance and sex is the core of any fandom, so i don’t think that’s too shocking. i mean, my url is a ship from double exposure, you know? so because of my deadly combination of interests and expertise, i’m prone to being subjected to these accusations and awful opinions -- things that irritate me deeply enough that i do often privately rant to friends about it. i try not to be too hateful publicly, but my discontent with the fandom could fill a river to be honest. my tragic disposition is that i have the very normal ability to find characters or dynamics interesting without necessarily liking them … or, to be more apt, i’m able to put my biases aside for the sake of understanding that people are entitled to their opinions as well as being able to ask myself the questions of ‘is this really how the ship is? is this how the character is? or has my dislike / liking of them clouded my vision?’ the latter technique is how i conduct myself on here and in fic. my most self indulgent and biased opinions or works stay deep in discord or on my personal for a reason! i think most lis fans are chained by their biases and, unlike most, are unable to understand their warped opinions because of it. which is where we run into a lot of the fandom’s core problem, which is that a loud majority of fans are phrasing things as fact despite evidence of the contrary, and they simply don’t care to change those ‘facts’ into opinions because they do not care about the source material. they care about fanon and their own headcanons.

( i should note that this is very normal and not inherently bad! it’s only when these hcs become law that things get dicey quickly. that’s what leads to harassment and the rise of purity culture. they want an echo chamber instead of a group full of creative individuality, because people not creating the content they want suddenly means this other unwanted content must be entirely bad and spoiled, in a way )

i think these personal biases are shown in the wishy-washy moral codes fans push forward. for example, many fans choose to sacrifice arcadia bay and view this as the right choice to make! but then some of these fans will turn around and demonize the blood brothers ending, claiming that sean and daniel are now ‘evil’ for killing those cops at the border, without any regard for the fact that they’ve killed many innocent people in arcadia bay. somehow max’s choice at the end is morally correct while sean’s choice is not. this is also shown in the fandom’s forgiveness of chloe’s character while loathing nathan’s, a character who parallels chloe in many ways ( a comparison that max herself makes in her journal multiple times ). people will say finn is evil and disgusting due to him taking advantage of daniel’s power for what he perceives to be a greater good, but will overlook chloe doing the same thing in lis:1, where she repeatedly wants max to use her powers chloe’s way. and yes, chloe does put them in danger with this ( ie wanting max to go back and shoot her drug dealer ). people will drag safi through the mud but will see rachel as a flawless angel. etc etc. the point is this : these so called moral codes that the entire fandom should follow are shaky at best, and completely hypocritical at worst. their favorites can get away with whatever they want while having their flaws erased or reasoned with, but their least favorites are put on trial and every nitpick they personally have now becomes a real life crime. it does not matter if you obviously don’t agree with what the character’s done, the fact that you like them at all is a punishable offense, simply because these sorts of fans don’t want anyone to like their least faves. if they have a problem with a character, so should you. it’s an ideology that’s even found in how these people discuss the games, with them angrily typing out essays and throwing out insults ( like, ‘you don’t understand good writing’ ) when a game they hate is, god forbid, mildly enjoyed by others. the lis fandom doesn’t want to be a fandom, it wants to be a hive mind, so a method they use to ensure their own opinions stay relevant and undisputable is by using real life morals to scare fans into compliance. think of how some fandoms use the ‘they’re actually found family so this is incest you freak’ excuse when a ship they don’t like just happens to exist in their presence lol. big scary words ( ones that lose all meaning in these sorts of arguments ) do happen to actually scare people and shame them, so it’s never really surprising to me when these terms surface. some other terms used frequently in this way are romanticizing, sexualizing, and condoning. people are so hateful and eager to repress anything they dislike, rather than using tumblr’s blocking features to curate their spaces instead.

and as you said, this sort of discourse gets ugly quick. i’ve seen anti warren anons that claim to hate him because they’re essentially oh so morally righteous then send innocent people the most revolting, most graphic death threats that contain vivid descriptions of rape and torture. i’ve seen my fair share of disgusting anon hate, but even those particular anons shock me with their oozing loathing of people they do not know and are purposefully trying to trigger and scare away. frankly, you’re not morally correct at all if this is how you behave over fictional bullshit. warren supposedly being a ‘nice guy’ stereotype that hurts people in real life is not at all comparable to sending death threats to actual people just because you’re mad they won’t conform. i don’t give a fuck if you like jefferson so long as you’re a respectable human being and understand that many people don’t want to see that man in their space, and rightfully so. just mind your business! find your own space to exist! block tags of things you don’t wanna see and block blogs that make you angry! i don’t care what anyone does, so long as they stop these stupid crusades of purity in what is canonically dark and serious material. yes, people can ship ( insert notp here ) and they’re entitled to that ship and their blog. block them. yes, people can relate to a bad character, and yes they can do that while still condemning their more extreme and cruel actions, it’s not that hard to do, and if you don’t like it? if you can’t understand? then block them. now, are there people who genuinely woobify these characters or ‘fetishize’ the things they’ve done? do some people give off red flags for the things they say about some of these more problematic characters? sure. i’ve come across people like that before myself, but again, i just block them. there’s no point in arguing or harassing anyone on the internet for a plethora of reasons, so it’s better to just mind your business and to create a safe place for you first and foremost. surround yourself with likeminded individuals and filter tags that upset you instead of being cruel or demanding of others and their time. it’s easier for everyone in the long run.

also it isn’t actually illegal to like any of the lis characters anyway. you won’t go to jail for liking, say, lucas colmenero from double exposure … or sean prescott from lis1 and bts. you can’t go to jail for canonical relationships that exist in game, like rachel and frank or rachel and jefferson. or for crackships like nathan and vinh, or whatever else. actually going to jail for your fictional preferences is stupidly hard because it is just that, fiction, and that fiction isn’t inherently harming anyone. cops don’t want to do their jobs half the time anyway! so my advice to anyone is this : don’t ever feel shamed into not sharing your opinions or liking the characters / ships you enjoy. nobody can take that away from you and you will never be punished for it in a way that matters. you do you! that’s infinitely more interesting than following the grain and doing nothing of interest … the lis fandom could do with more diversity in opinions, content, and the likes. and i also mean this for things i won’t like or agree with, because i support the passion if nothing else.

one last reason i could think of as for why people behave in this manner ( outside of bias and a general need to conform ) is the simple fact that complexity is regarded as scary nowadays. people are afraid of things that require actual deep thought … and they’re frightened by things deemed unhealthy or gross by fandom. they’re just as scared of those labels as the people they throw them at are, you know? they don’t want to like things that are ‘bad’ themselves and so they veer on the side of squeaky clean characterization and fluff. they want what is familiar to them and what makes them comfortable -- and there’s nothing wrong with that. nobody has to like what squicks them out! despite my own fondness for nathan, i think everyone is entitled to despise him and to avoid his name like the plague due to the uncomfortable themes tied to his character. i wouldn’t blame someone for it … i might not agree with some of the things fans say about nathan, but that feeling that they have is valid and not something i’d ever dispute. you can’t debate with someone’s feelings on something, only their thoughts and views. i keep that in mind often whenever i want to comment on a post or reblog it with my own spin, because some people aren’t receptive to genuine debates and that’s fine. they can air their feelings publicly so long as everyone else can too, so long as they don’t harass others or claim other fans are ‘evil’ or ‘disgusting’ for their opinions. but yeah, i think fear of complexity plays a factor in all this too. people aren’t really encouraged to use their critical thinking anymore, instead there’s a push to be right or wrong -- to be ‘correct’ above all else. this sense of competition has really infected fandom spaces, and while fandom has never been perfect, morality has only recently started to be weaponized as a means of winning these so called battles.

honestly, there’s so many layers and reasonings to it. most people aren’t malicious and just happen to share the majority opinion! or some people are too ashamed to put themselves out there, so they copy whatever sounds best … or, sometimes, people just don’t care about engaging with media in a nuanced sense, so their views on the media are simple and close minded and that’s fine. one could talk for days about this topic, but i’ll shut up for now. i’m sure i’ve talked enough about it, anyway!

[shinyphoenix]

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[leclercsainzz]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS PART 4

PAIRINGS: lando norris x ex!gf / tom blyth x reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

yourusername

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yourusername: more photo dumps of my favorite ppl (ft. me)

tagged: @tomblyth @hunterschafer @joshandresrivera

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user: MY FAVORITE CAST!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: bye, bc how did lucy gray leave a man like him???

↳ user: the way i would’ve believed EVERY word that came out his mouth and stayed with him, frrrr

↳ user: she’s a better woman than me 😭😭

user: the green jackets, hello?????

user: @landonorris

hunterschafer: love you, girlfriend 😘

user: hottest cast ever, idc

user: did tom and yn share the same jacket on set???

↳ user: literally my parents

joshandresrivera: ❤️❤️

user: soo are you and lando still together or???

user: yntom shipper >>>>

user: she looks so adorable in that second slide

tomblyth: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

tomblyth: you’re my favorite person ever

↳ user: my heart 😭😭😭😭😭

↳ user: this is too cute, wtf????

↳ user: if they don’t date, i’m gonna be so upset

user: sOMEONE GEt ME A TOM BLYTH, RIGh nOw!!!!!!!

user: babe, are you and dad (lando) still together???

↳ user: girllll, i’m pretty sure they’re done

user: tom’s the reason why my standard in man are high

songbirdandsnakes: our favs! ❤️

user: please, date!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

user: all i can think about is lando 🥺

user: you know damn well lando didn’t cheat on you

↳ user: how you gonna say that when there’s proof??

user: my favorites <3

user: where’s lando??

user: my comfort cast, i swear ❤️

user: yntom nation please rise

user: i wanna cry so bad bc i feel bad for lando 😭😭😭

↳ user: feel bad??? wdym?? he cheated???

↳ user: the only reason he might’ve cheated was because yn literally cheated on him first??????? hello???

user: if only coryo had been honest with her 😩

user: idc what anyone says, tom and yn are soulmates

user: this cast >>

user: her smile 🥺 she’s too cute

user: my babies

user: i can (not) accept the fact that lucy gray and coriolanus didn’t end together but i will NOT accept if yn and tom don’t end up together irl

user: who needs eminem when you’ve got paneminem

↳ yourusername: STEALING THIS, OMG!

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luisinhaoliveira: weekend getaway 😙

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user: not her trying to soft launch 😭😭😭😭

user: more like weekend cheat-away

user: pretty girl 😍

user: wait- so she’s actually with lando????

user: girl, he ain’t interested in you let’s bffr

user: he didn’t even like or comment 🤣

user: luuuuuuu 😍😍😍

user: how does it feel to have yn’s left overs??

user: is she aware that he’s just using her???

user: @landonorris @landonorris @yourusername @yourusername

user: lando couldn’t even handle yn and ya’ll believe he can handle this beautiful woman?? 😭😭😭

user: acting like that’s her man 💀

user: hate to break it to you but once a cheater always a cheater 🫢 so you best watch out, babes

user: YOU’RE the other woman, don’t get it twisted

user: ynlando >>

user: why are you soft launching as if no one knows?

↳ user: she really thought she ate 😂😂😂

user: you’re beautiful!!! 😩😩

user: is that lando or??

user: CRYING 😭😭😭 home girl thought she did something by “soft-launching” LMAOOOOOOOOO

user: ya’ll are so mean, omg 😭 it’s not her fault lando cheated

↳ user: she knew he was in a relationship and still got with him?????? hello??????

user: he ain’t even comment 💀💀💀💀

↳ user: let alone like 😭

user: @landonorris this your new girl???

user: this means i finally have a chance with THE yn ln!! 🥳

↳ user: hate to break it to you, but that’s tom’s girl now

user: ya’ll calling lando a cheater when it’s yn 😂😂😂

user: anyways

user: this drama’s sooo goood

user: u and lando are so cute 🥰🥰🥰

↳ user: they both belong in the street

oscarpiastri: lmao

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user: where’s lando?? waiting for a comment or like

user: ya’ll are so mean 😭😭😭

user: yntom >>>

user: yn’s better than me bc i would be DRAGGING both their asses on the internet right about now, idccc

↳ user: girl, frrrr

↳ user: it just shows how she’s being the bigger person in this whole bs, tbh

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yourusername: thank you, next 💋

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user: not lando still being in her likes 😭

↳ user: mans is DESPERATE for her attention

isahernaez: eres realmente una belleza 😍

see translation: you’re truly a beauty

hunterschafer: WOW

hunterschafer: YOURE A GODDESS

hunterschafer: MY GODDDD 😍😍😍

oliviarodrigo: gorgeous gorgeous girl! 😩

↳ yourusername: right back at youuu, ml 💗

user: can’t believe lando let this gorgeous woman go

user: lando fucks shit up but yn comes and serves each time

↳ user: all she does is post and comes up with a caption and yet she remains unbothered and iconic!

↳ user: she shuts la*do up by posting, i swear

user: MOTHER ASF 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: babes in her reputation era

lilymhe: absolute beauty right here! 😮‍💨

user: teach me your ways

tomblyth: okay, we get it, you’re incredibly gorgeous

↳ yourusername: oh stop, you’re making me blush

↳ user: ooohhh????

tomblyth: can i be your next?

↳ yourusername: you’d like wouldn’t you? 🤔

↳ tomblyth: i just want to show you off

↳ user: QUICK: someone check on lando

↳ user: ARE THEY FLIRTING OR?????

↳ user: i find it hard to believe they’re not a thing

user: tom and yn flirting??!???? 👀

user: “i just want to show you off” SIR????

↳ user: if your man ain’t show you off, he ain’t the one

user: i just know lando is crying right now

↳ user: as he should!

user: mother is serving, ohhh myyy 😍😍😍

user: TOM’s COMmENT????

user: if her and tom don’t get together ima have a mental breakdown, i swear

user: serving as always!!!

user: unbothered queen

user: YNTOM NATION RISE!!!!!!!!!!

carlossainz55: that’s my best friend!

user: lando liked 😭😭

↳ user: he’s craving yn’s attention, but then again i would too

user: screw tom … let ME be your next

user: i WANNA BE UR NEXT, BABE

user: 😍😍😍😍😍 WOW WOW WOW

user: mother is mothering

user: @landonorris apologies to mom so we can move on

↳ user: i NEED them together 😭😭😭

user: SLAYYYY

oscarpiastri: 🤩🤩🤩

imessage

tomblyth

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tomblyth: here’s to another epic outing w/ my favorite people!

tagged: @yourusername @joshandresrivera @hunterschafer

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user: yntom being each other’s favorite person >>> 🥰

user: hunter & yn singing “you belong with me” is a slayyyyy

user: josh’s message 🤣

user: the 5th pic OMGGG ❤️❤️❤️

joshandresrivera: i feel exposed 😔

joshandresrivera: art admiring art 😍

↳ yourusername: aw thank you! (he was looking at me btw)

↳ joshandresrivera: can you not?? 🙄

↳ tomblyth: can you blame me?

↳ user: IMA GO SHOWER WITH MY TOASTER BRB

user: i love them omg

user: yn better have dedicated “you belong with me” to tom

user: my parents, frrrr

user: 5th slide 😭😭😭

user: are they dating?? officially??

hunterschafer: same time next week?

hunterschafer: i love you alllll 😘

user: my yntom heart is giggling at the 5th slide

user: this cast has my heart, i swear!! ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername: my favorite boy everrrr <33

yourusername: 😘😘😘 ilyyyy

↳ user: @landonorris

↳ user: nahhhhh 😭😭

user: IF THEY DONT DATE WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK OR WHATEVER IM GONNA GO APESHIT, OMG

user: yn should’ve sang “london boy”

user: my yntom heart 😩😩😩

user: the 5th slide has me grinning ear to ear

user: THE HEAD LEAN 😭😭😭😭

user: she’s living her best life with him, i swear 🥰

↳ user: she’s definitely glowing!!

user: she deserves a guy like him … who will treat her right

user: i love this friendship 😩

user: them >>>>>

user: they’re in love, your honor

user: i hope they’re together ❤️

↳ user: i feel like they’re keeping it private

user: lando’s currently going apeshit

user: @landonorris

user: singing “you belong with me” SLAYYYYYYYYY

user: i love them 😭😭😭 together or not

user: soulmates frrr

user: mom and dad ❤️❤️

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yourusername: 🍃

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user: IS THAT LANDO??????

↳ user: you really think that’s lando?? 🤣

↳ user: YES!

user: whatever tom’s doing is working bc she’s glowing

user: that’s definitely tom, OMG!!!!

user: her smile 😩😩

lilymhe: you’re unreal, i swear

↳ yourusername: says YOU 😩

user: yn post whatever la*do sent you, please!!!

user: is she soft launching or??

user: lando?

charlottesiine: you >>> 😍😍

user: she’s glowing 😍✨

↳ user: tom’s the one making her ✨ GLOW ✨ like this!!

user: wait is that lando??? or tom???

user: i find it funny how ppl think that’s lando 😭😭

hunterschafer: you’re sooo prettyyyyy

user: she’s literally glowing 😍😍😍😍

user: the last pic 😩 i LOVE THEM, OMGG

user: such a natural beauty, i swear

user: @tomblyth KEEP MAKING HER GLOW LIKE THIS!!!

user: yk damn well the relationship between her and lando was falling apart the moment she stopped glowing like this

user: she’s radiating so much energy ✨✨✨

user: it’s clear to see that she's in love, her face is radiating with joy and happiness …. you can see it in her beaming smile

↳ user: she’s glowing with love, and it’s a beautiful sight

user: your face is mesmerizing 😩😩😩

tomblyth: i’m enthralled by your beauty

↳ user: SOMEONE GET ME A MAN LIKE THIS, I SWEAR

↳ user: he’s sooo in love 😩

tomblyth: stunning views

↳ yourusername: don’t boost my ego like that 🙄 or else …

↳ tomblyth: can you just accept my compliment for once?

↳ user: you cannot tell me these two aren’t together bc they certainly are!!

zendaya: are you even real? 😍

↳ yourusername: coming from youu??? 😩😩

danielricciardo: who’s got you smiling like that??

↳ carlossainz55: ^^

↳ yourusername: wouldn’t ya’ll like to know

user: i can’t imagine being as beautiful as you

↳ yourusername: you’re a beautyyy <333

↳ user: i lOve you omg!!! ❤️❤️❤️

user: 😍😍😍😩😩😩😩😩

user: she’s smiling brighter than ever 🥰🥰🥰

user: gorggg

landonorris: 😍

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user: MOTHER’S GLOWING!! AS SHE SHOULD!!

user: tHe last slide 😭😭😭😭

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[mscherub]

Hallo, if it’s alright could I request the Second Years (if it’s too many then just Ruggie, Azul, Jamil and Silver) x fem!reader who’s insecure of her belly pooch? Romantic please :3

To keep it kinda short, whenever reader sits/lays down she’s reminded of it, also holding her arms in front of her, slouching to try and minimize it. Trying various things to seem slimmer.

Feel free to delete if the topic’s too sensitive, but if you do thank you in advance!

A/N: AHHH HEYYYY!!! thank you thank you thank, my lovely, for this request. I smiled when I read it ngl. ANYWAYS. I added a few things, barley, just so I could get some storyline :3

Let’s see if my writing got any better cause like…man I’ve been struggling, lmao. I tired to keep it a little funny, that’s just how I write, enjoyyyyy.

Reader is Fem!reader, although I don’t use she/her, Fem!reader is heavily implied, called various pet names and Shrimpy (by Floyd)

Characters: Second years!

Tags: Belly pooch, Romantic ❤️, short headcanon list + fic, slightly and implied established relationship but not mentioned

Warnings:

Suggestive(possibly)???

(If suggestive it’s cause of the leech twins…)

Swearing

Talks about readers belly

Sensitive topic…

Spelling -_-

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Fem!Reader x second years

Riddle 🌹:

Riddle is indifferent to most things you do. You break a rule? No you didn’t…not in his eyes at least

Same rule applies with your body. Man will worship it if you just give him a chance— he thinks that way, but when presented he will back out

He doesn’t care so long as you’re happy and healthy ❤️

If you’re not happy then of course he’s gonna need to cheer you up somehow. He may not be a pro, but he’s determine

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“Hello, my Rose.” Riddle smiles uncharacteristically wide. It’s funny to see such a big goofy grin on his face, but it’s the telltale sign that he’s just so overjoyed. “I’m very thankful you could finally attend an unbirthday party again. It has been a while since you’ve been able to.” Grim being Grim, zooms by and takes his seat, barely controlling his little paws from grabbing at every piece of food within sight.

Riddle brings you over to the decked out table, every other student who had helped to set up the party on edge and awaiting the cue for him to let everyone run loose. Riddle pulls out the chair for you, which was stationed right next to his, rightfully so, and then he begins the unbirthday party with a swift speech and the wave of his hand before he settles down in his own chair. Everyone scrambles about the table, loosely following etiquette as much as they can to stay in line, well, at least to a certain degree.

Laughter rumbles about, jokes are poked around, people eat with bright smiles, Cater snaps away at the confections before pushing the plate off to Grim then grabbing himself something other than sweets. At least they’re having fun…you sigh and lean forwards in your seat, idly messing with a sugar cube you had dropped n your tea and watching it dissolve.

“Do not slouch…bad posture can lead to many problems. Also, may I add that your elbows should be off the table. We’ve been over the proper etiquette, no?” He gives you a critiquing gaze. With him it was practically a sixth sense to correct anything out of the ordinary, but his words were not harsh as they usually were with others, they were just a gentle reminder out of care. You give a small nod and sit up straighter, well, as straight as you could manage while still trying to conceal your stomach. You fold your arms and attempt to cover it that way, it still looked a bit odd but it got the one done.

Riddles attention drifts off to the tarts, taking one down off of the display and placing it onto his plate and quickly doing the same for you.

“Oh…I’m not in the mood for a tart…not now.” You look away at a card tower to lessen the awkwardness. The silence between you two now is far from comfortable. You can feel Riddle boring holes into the side of your head with his incessant staring.

“Are you alright, my Rose?” He blurts out, the tart long forgotten on his plate.

“I’m fine.”

“It is against the rules to lie to the Queen. Do not have me collar you now. Come, let’s head to the rose gardens and discuss this. I will not allow you to dwell.”

“Riddle since when—“

“Follow.“

He gets up and offers you his hand. You take it and the both of you escape off for a moment.

“What’s the matter? Now do not lie.” He forces you to sit down on a bench with him, watching you do the same actions to cover your belly.

“Ok, geeez, chill out.” The exasperated look on your face says everything and gets him to shut up. “I just…I mean look. I was just trying to hide this flabby thing. So sorry for with messed up way I sit.” You gesture to your stomach, shaking your head and looking down.

He tilts his head, slowly, his brows quirking upwards and his lips pursing as he tries to understand. “I don’t follow, my Rose…what is wrong?”

“What’s wrong? My stomach…that’s what. Pokes out.” You murmur out weakly.

“How is that wrong? It is not healthy to be just skin and bones…muscle and fat is there to protect all the vital organs within.” He adds on.

“You don’t need to get scientific.” You roll your eyes.

“My Rose, you needn’t worry over such things. Why does it matter to you what others may think? It certainly doesn’t bother me in the least.”

“You’re…I don’t understand.”

“What? That you having a healthy body doesn’t bother me? Now why would it? I’ll always love you for you, my Rose. Get rid of whatever mindset you have about yourself, you’re…too sweet to let something like that affect you.”

“Riddle, honey…” you sigh. You lean in and kiss his cheek, earning that usual priceless reaction of him going as red as his hair. “Love you.”

“Love you always, my Rose.”

Ruggie 💰:

He doesn’t care. Like why would he?

In his defense, there’s more to love, and more to claim— WHO SAID THAT—

Loves you no matter what. You already like…belong to him, so why are you worrying?

His top priority is that you’re happy and not on the verge of wanting to kill him or throw him out, very important things

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“Yooooo, baby, I managed to get leftovers from my shift at the lounge today, so we can cuddle and binge away, Shyeheehee!” He comes over to the bed with a bag and he plops it down, flopping down himself and sprawling himself out over the sheets with a small groan of pleasure.

“Cmere…we can watch a movie too if ya want.” He stretches his arms above his head and lets out a small yawn before sitting up quickly and practically ripping open the bag and pulling out multiple containers of random leftovers from the day.

“Sure…I guess. I’m not hungry right now, though.” You murmur, settling down next to him. Just out of insntinct you reach for a pillow and nestle it comfortably in your lap to conceal your stomach. You felt more covered and secure that way, and it helped to hide what you hated most.

“Baby, move the pillow, cmon, I need cuddles here, not that shitty thing. I swear that thing gets more attention every time you’re in my room instead of me, your actual boyfriend. I might start taking offense here.” He huffs, glaring at the pillow as if it insulted him itself.

“Huh? I…sorry.” You murmur out almost weakly, still reluctant to peel the pillow away from your body. If you did then, well, in simple terms you’d feel exposed. It’s not a thing your proud of—

“Hey…you ok?” The bed creaks slightly as he sits up and looks you dead in the eyes. His gaze is unwavering and he searches for something slowly within your pupils, trying to understand something deeper that you won’t even tell him.

“I’m good…”

“Don’t pull that. What’s up?” He shakes his head. “You know you can tell me anything, right? We build this relationship on trust and understandings.” He pushes a finger into the pillow and narrows his eyes at you.

“I’m not withholding any info. You’re just crazy.” You roll your eyes at his antics.

“You knew that when you started dating me. Baby, you know I love you for everything? Even if you steal my food…which you’re on thin ice there, but whatever.”

“Ruggie…”

“S. P. I. L. L.” He spells it out.

“Fine…I dunno. Just my stomach. I hate it, like it pokes out.”

Ruggie is silent for a moment, longer than a moment, maybe equivalent to a few minutes before he straightens up and gives you the most confused look you’ve ever seen cross his face.

“Ok? I don’t get it? Why do ya hate it? I think it’s hot. Andddd, bonus, great pillow. You shouldn’t care what others think…unless you’re trying to win their gaze?”

“Ruggie! No, that’s not what I’m…look it’s just something engraved in my brain. Can’t help it.”

“I’m messing around, it’s ok. Seriously, though, you’re gorgeous. Now shut up and let’s cuddle.” He moves the pillow away, and to prove his point even more, he settles down and wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his cheek right into your stomach.

“Fucking comfy. Now pick a movie…”

“I…you’re something else Ruggie. I love you and your stupid antics.”

“Awww, you do? Heyyy, I’m just playing. I love ya too, Shyeheehee! But I’d have to argue your boobs make a better pillow—”

“That’s enough out of you.”

Azul 🐙:

He’s been there before…he knows it well, that uncomfortable feeling of being in your own body

But you shouldn’t be thinking like that…

He loves you for you, and that’s all that matters, no? He just needs you to be the way you are

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The lounge is as busy as always and super loud with all the hustle and bustle and other students sitting and yapping away. You can see Jade and an unenthusiastic Floyd wiping off tables with a scowl on his face. You walk briskly past them, of course for your own sake so you don’t have to face the wrath of one of Floyd’s moods, nope! You choose life today, and you weren’t here to pay them a visit anyhow.

You knock on the door once, then twice, before you slip in seamlessly, shutting the door behind you with a click.

“Hello, my pearl.” Azul shifts in his chair, leaning back and taking a few documents with him in his hands.

“Working as always, I see.” It’s common to find him hunched over his desk running on fumes most times, though, he looks a little better than usual today. You sit down on the, still, stiff couch in his office. You lean forwards a bit and drape your hands around your stomach as you do so, an action you do without even thinking about it.

“It’s a must…of course to find better business opportunities, as well. I can’t pass up the chance, you know.” He spares you a small glance before he’s back to reading through the papers swiftly, flipping pages in a matter of a few seconds.

“What are those papers for, anyways?”

“The documents?” He asks. He finally takes a look at you, a good one, and he notes your posture almost instantly. “Bills and what not…the usual conundrum of running a business…” He sits back up and adjusts his glasses.

“Oh, mkay…” you purse your lips and look at the table in the middle, noting the never ending sea theme on everything in the dorm.

“Anyhow…I’m not so busy currently.” He stands up and walks over, taking a seat next to you. His actions are so smooth, the wrapping of his arm around your waist, but when you look at his face, the tips of his ears betray his true feelings as they turn a crimson shade. “I have some time to spare.”

He urges you to scoot closer and he tries to push your hand out of the way. “Azul…”

“I don’t mean to point it out…but I couldn’t help but notice the things you do…” he sighs and takes his hat off, pushing it to the other side of him on the sofa. “It’s most likely not the best way to approach a situation like this, but when I was younger I had the same posture to…lessen…the visibility of my stomach I suppose. But just no there’s no need to be self conscious about such…beautiful things.”

“Azul…don’t make me cry what the hell, dude…” how did he manage to be sweet but also kinda scary at times?

“I’m just stating a simple and obvious truth, my pearl. You don’t need to try and hide it. You’re amazing in every way imaginable, and you’re more than what I could have ever asked for.” He leans his head against yours. He locks his arm around your waist tighter and he turns his face away from yours. He’s embarrassed, but he’s trying.

“Your cheeks are beet red, honey—“

“Shhh, you’re imagining things.” He grumbles.

“Sevens I love you, you know that?” You murmur out, giggling quietly at the sight of him. He looks so stupid.

He chuckles and nods along to your words. “You make it an obvious fact.” His eyes meet yours again and the embarrassment fades into unashamed admiration and fondness. “I love you more, if not more.”

“It’s not a competition, Azul…”

“I know.” He stands up and walks back over to his desk. “Would you like to stay for a late dinner with me?”

“Sure. You’re paying right?”

“When don’t I…” he rolls his eyes.

Jade 🫧:

…

He likes it

Squishy, comfortable, adorable, that’s how he thinks, doesn’t show it per se, but the thoughts are persistent

I don’t know what else to say here so pretend I’m actually saying something factual yes yes yes. LOOK IM SAYING LIKE ACCURATE THINGS WOAHH

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Jade links his arm with yours as he drags you off to his dorm room, his sharp teeth glinting in the hallway lights betraying his enthusiasm ten fold.

You had agreed for him to give you another tour of his newer terrariums that he had made, as well as his ever growing mushroom collection, and he’d be happy to show you that as well if you wanted to see it, just saying—

“My dear, I made one with one of the plants you had picked out…I must say it holds a certain charm to it.” He pushes open the door and lets you step in first.

He walks over and pulls it down off of his shelf that he kept his most prized ones poised on. He sets it down on the table and ushers you to stand by him with a small side glance. He never usually showed this much enthusiasm, but this time he was especially happy to be able to show you something he was proud of, the thing he made that represents you.

“Dear, whats you your input on this?” He already knew what you were going to say, his pieces were never not short of being pretty. It’s like he managed to shrink down an actual fairy forest and put it into a jar.

“As amazing as always…I know I say it every time, but I think this is your best one yet.” You nod.

“Would you like to try your hand in making one? I believe it would be a…what you call a bonding experience.” He murmurs. His hands idly grab items already.

“I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Nonsense, I’d show you, of course. Though, it would be funny to watch you fail at such a simple thing.”

“You’re…weird.”

“As are you.” He retorts.

“Ok…why not. I’ll try it out.”

Jade nods curtly to your statement. You decided to just clear off Floyd’s side and take his chair, but before you can, Jade yanks you down into his lap and snakes his arms low around your waist, pressing right against your stomach.

“Jade!”

“What is wrong? I don’t see anything wrong?” Oh…that sly bastard—

“I could have taken Floyd’s chair—“

“He would not have been appreciative. Trust me.”

“Baby, no offense, trusting you is sometimes a bad idea”

“You’re going to make me cry.” He sighs and shakes his head. Of course he was just fucking around with you like usual. He always does it, but you’ve discovered it’s his way of affection, as awkward as it may be…

“I didn’t think by bonding you meant melding to me…” you grumble. His hands wander a bit across your abdomen, dancing about and tracing light circles and a few other shapes which suspiciously kinda feel like mushrooms, but whatever.

“It is nice to have you like this.” He nods. “I feel my body relaxing. How peculiar. Plus, you make quite the comfortable thing to hold. Especially here.”

Now he’s done it. His hands come to a halt on your tummy and he grins even wider. It was hard to tell if he was enjoying his absent minded caresses, or if he was just enjoying seeing you squirm and try to move away. Probably both.

“Hands off!”

“My, my…what are you so sensitive for?”

You stop moving. You slump your shoulders and accept defeat. There was no getting away from him in the start, anyways.

“What’s the matter with it?” He asks

“I just don’t like it.”

“Why?” Did he have to know just everything?

“I just don’t like it. That’s really it.” You repeat.

“And you think i wouldn’t like it? Opinions and bias can be skewed and differ from person to person. It depends on the viewpoint. It does not bother me, dear. Simply…enthralls me. Your beauty is certainly unmatched. You outshine many others.” He sets his chin on your shoulder and leans his head against yours.

He’s…being oddly docile.

“Need I go on? I have a whole mantra if you’re interested.” He smirks again, bearing his sharp teeth.

“I thought you couldn’t get any weirder.”

“You must not know who I am, then. I love you, dear.”

“Love you, too, Jade. Let’s start these terrariums then, shall we?”

“Of course.”

Floyd 🫧:

Squishy! (I can’t think of anything else being his mindset…)

He loves it. More to squeeze on ya, and that’s important

Cuddles are always amazing with you. He stands by that. Anyone else who says otherwise will get squeezed in the bad way, of course

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It was yet another long day at NRC, running around, doing everything and anything for students, teachers, Crowley…anyways, and the last thing you wanted to do was get dragged around by Floyd, but, you know, he was, quote, “your main priority now”. You picked him, so now you gotta deal with him. Simple. So when you think you finally get a moment alone, you’re wrong. So wrong.

“Shrimpyyyyyy, cmon. Let’s have fun.” He giggles from behind, wrapping his arms around you tight and resting his chin right in the crook of your neck. “I’m bored…” He lazily traces abstract shapes onto your arm with his fingers.

“I can tell…I’m tired, though…I don’t feel like doing anything.” You shake your head.

“Still doesn’t mean we can’t have fun… Hmmm, I don’t wanna be walking around right now either…me and you should just go cuddle shrimpy. Come come.” There’s no room for protests with his words. He shimmy’s his hand into yours and holds on tightly. So now you’re being yanked along by Floyd down the path from your dorm to the mirror chambers, then into Octavinelle, and then right into his dorm room. Could have just used your room, but, it’s Floyd after all.

Floyd drags you down with him onto the bed with a muffled plop as the sheets morph around the both of your bodies. He pulls you against him, your back against his chest, and his hands wrap around your waist and rest right on your stomach…and if he couldn’t make the situation any worse, Floyd does what Floyd does, and he practically palms it through your shirt, an almost goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Very Squishy.” Of course his actions are…not exactly what you had intended, let alone wanted from him.

“And you’re very ignorant.” You huff, rightfully so, and try to move away, shooing his hands off of you.

“Hmm? Ignorant?” Floyd grumbles. “What did I do?”

“Move your hands somewhere else…”

“Why?”

“Because…it’s awkward. I don’t like your hands there.” He blinks a few times, really considering and weighing your words out in his head. You seemed mad— about his hand placement, nonetheless— he was confused, and him being called ignorant kinda ticked him off. He didn’t do anything bad! “What did I do? I didn’t do anything…just held ya? Is that against the law now?”

He sat up, then you sat up. He crossed his arms and then you followed suit. He didn’t like the mimicking.

“We’re supposed to have fun Shrimpy…not you being mean to me!” He pouts. His anger is building up, you can tell, and he’s honestly a lot less cumbersome to deal with if you just let him do what he wants instead of making him mad and then having to deal with a soured mood Floyd.

“I just don’t like your hands on my stomach. So drop it.” He sees the way you drape the covers over you so they rest in a way to cover up. He notices how you hunch over, now kind of looking like an actual shrimp…he narrows his eyes at you for one more moment before it finally clicks. He lets his arms back down to his sides and he smirks at you.

“Aweee, just like Azul when he was just a lil octotwerp! So self conscious about his little tummy!” He giggles. “Don’t be like ‘zul, Shrimpy, I like it. More to squeeze.” His sharp teeth glint in the light. “And if anyone else has anything to say, I dunno, maybe a bad thing, then tell them they can come to me for a lil chat.”

No other threats are made, so that’s good, but he pushes you back on the bed, hovering over you before he lowers himself down, resting his cheek on your abdomen. He gets all comfy, shifting around and— for sevens sake is this so embarrassing! Like what was he doing, what was he trying to accomplish—

“More to squeeze…and did I say bite too? Guess I just gotta show you how much I don’t mind it, huh? Silly Shrimpy. Heh…”

…

Oh.

Kalim ☀️:

Bro didn’t notice in his fits of admiration for you. Can you really blame him though? You are a work of art in his eyes, and on top of that, you’re his?

Like, you’re his to cherish and love? Say the word and he’ll spend millions

He wants you happy. If you’re happy, he’s happy, so, cue the confused nosies of Kalim when he says something, without knowing, that people find insensitive

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“Baby!” Kalim hums happily. He swiftly approaches you in the hall of Scarabia, Jamil apparently no where in sight…oh that’s kind of concerning. Whatever, your with him now. The smile on his face grows even larger as he gets closer to you, of course that bounce in his step as clear as day.

“It’s been like…a day since we last seen each other!” A day, dude—

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.” You shrug. He pounces on you and laughs melodically, the blissful tone heightened.

“I could always help…or Jamil! I know how hard you have it , I think Jamil wouldn’t mind too much to help—“

“I think Jamil is busy enough.” He simply shrugs and giggles happily.

Completely ignoring any other words, he takes your hand and drags you off to the lounge. He throws himself down on the couches and hastily pats the spot next to him, to which you give a small nod and settle down on the cushions as well. He scoots closer and clings to you tight, his grip clearly showing he’s not going to let up anytime soon. PDA was a big thing with him, so…other students watched you two, and when they catch your eyes boring right back into theirs, they turn their heads and look away quickly.

“Your stomach when you sit.” Kalim smiles.

You freeze. Sure you loved him, but that was really rude of him to say…you pry him off of you and scoot away. Other students look over and snicker at Kalim’s “mess up,” though he didn’t know any better since everyone knew his social cues were in the lacking.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” His brows furrow in confusion and his head tilts.

“That was…kind of insensitive you know…geez. Didn’t have to say it outright. I’m gonna go…” you stand up but you don’t get very far before Kalim follows you like a lost puppy, sputtering out apologies in attempts to mend the situation.

“Wait! I’m sorry, what did I say? I’m sorry, please…” His voice is a quiet murmur and, sevens does that hurt you to hear him like that. You stop and turn to him. It was a sensitive topic…

“I know my stomach is…well. You know. You just didn’t have to point it out. Kinda rude…and I don’t like that.” You cross your arms. Kalim, in turn, tilts his head even more and seems horribly confused.

“What did I do? I just…”

“What you did was saying something super insensitive…around people too? Like…” you grumble. It was pointless trying to argue with him whenever he didn’t even know what he did wrong. Like talking to a brick wall.

“What? No, no, no, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that baby. That wasn’t…I think it’s cute! I love you always, no matter what! I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

You let the words sink in, but he continues to blab on to further prove his point, hitting you with the most fluff filled sentences ever.

“I love you so much it kinda hurts, and— you’re gorgeous! So, so, so gorgeous! You know what, I’d even love you if you were a worm.”

“Seriously, Kalim…” you finally crack. It’s comical the way he brightens up again at your positive feedback, so much so he pounces on you and tackles you into a hug. He wraps his arms around you tight and pours all the love he can muster into it…and it’s a lot.

“Sorry…but no, I mean it. Love you always…you’re my sunshine. You make me happy all the time and then I’m never lonely when I have you. I’d never say anything mean like that…I didn’t know you didn’t like it. Oh! What if I buy you whatever you want to make up for it? You’re budget can be any amount of money. Thousands, millions, billions—“

“Kalim…that’s not necessary.”

“But—“ he whines.

“I don’t need it. All I needed was you to understand and now you do.”

“Can I marry you now?”

“KALIM!!”

(After denying his offer to spend so much money on you, you could have sworn you heard a breath of relief that almost sounded like Jamil…)

Jamil 🐍:

Ok?

What he doesn’t care. More food tho?

Like all the other ones, he just wants you to be happy and content, for if you are that way, there is a less likely chance that he’ll have to also supervise you

He already has Klaim to deal with, don’t do this to him…

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“When you said baking I thought I’d be actually helping you…not just sitting here.” You lean your elbows on the counter and glare at him with your bored expression. Baking with Jamil, sounded fun! And of course you’d bake with him, you loved him, but what you didn’t have in mind is that he’d force you to just sit down while he did all of the work…you wanted to pitch in at least a little.

“I’ve decided I just want you to sit there and look pretty while I do the work.”

“That’s not fair…I wanted to help.”

He smiles and looks back at you over his shoulder. He likes this sight, just you gazing at him. It’s something simple, the shared time you two partake in, that’s so special and dear to him. “It’s as fair as it will be. Fair is foul, and foul is fair.” He chuckles.

“Just sitting here is boring…I could be actually contributing to the cause of making cookies…” you shake your head. “Really, Jamil…”

He slips the tray with the rolled up balls of dough into the oven and closes the door to it with a clink. He’s quick to set the timer then wash off his hands.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining about having to not do work…” he hums softly as he dries off his hands on a stray towel before strolling over to you.

“Because I just wanted to help…baking is fun.”

“Just being able to talk to you without distractions is fun for me.” He smiles softly. He gently spins you around on the stool you were perched on. Your arms instantly fly to your lap to cover your stomach and you hunch over a bit.

“Oh, are you ok?” Jamil’s eyes go wide for a second and he looks you over.

“I’m fine…sorry.” You reassure him.

He goes silent for a moment, piecing things together but he doesn’t say anything else, instead, just wrapping his arms around you and hugging you.

“What’s up? looks like you have some things on your mind…” his words are softly murmured, his hands splaying across your lower back.

“You’re one to talk, honey…but I’m ok. I promise!” You smile.

“You do that every time I’m around you…when you’re sitting at least. I just wanna know if something’s wrong…”

Oh…well, ok then. Of course he’d pry into it…

“It’s nothing concerning you—“

“You’re important to me so it should concern me to a certain extent.” He pulls back and places his hands on your shoulders. “Now say it before I make you say it.”

That…threats from him were not nice. “Ok. Since you just have to know…i mean…look it’s a sensitive topic and I’m not proud, ok? I know it’s not—“

“Stop stalling.”

“I don’t like my stomach when I sit, ok? Happy? Now can we drop this.” You mumble.

Jamil cups your cheek gently. “It doesn’t bother me…it’s natural.” He shrugs. “And it won’t ever…I’ll love you always no matter what.” His cheeks flush with a small tinge of pink and it’s an adorable sight to see, and an even greater look to witness on him.

“You’re…something else.”

“I tend to have to be that way…I may not be the best at reassurance but…you’re always gorgeous in my eyes so…”

He moves his hand off of your cheek and he moves in to press his lips to yours, but—

The timer for the cookies rings and echoes throughout the room. Has it really been 30 some minutes already? Jamil gives you an apologetic smirk as he backs up and slips on the oven mitts before he pulls the tray out of the oven. It clinks against the top of the stove and he takes the gloves back off.

“They need to cool a little more…but they’re better when they’re still warm…do you want one?”

“Jamil, who in the right mind would say no?”

“Alright then…”

Silver ⚔️:

Pillow…OK IM SORRY

Another one that doesn’t care. Why should he? It’s not his body…and plus he loves you so much anyways

He’s here to protect you as your personal knight so let him do that :3

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The forest critters chirp and chatter about as you and Silver walk under the tree shaded path, flowers and other plant life dancing away carelessly in the wind. It was peaceful, walking around like this without a care in the world it seemed.

Silver wanted to show you the animal population around school again. You two escaped to just hang out with the animals for a little and bask in each others presence along with the wildlife. It was fun!

Silver‘s hand was intertwined with yours, and he drags you under one of the tall trees along the path. He settled down on the ground and you follow suit. Almost instantly, birds start to flock around and land on branches above your head, squirrels climb down and glance at the both of you, making small squeaks of acknowledgment and interest.

“This is always nice…” you murmur. A deer pops up from behind a bush in the distance and prances over.

Silver pulls out a small acorn from his coat pocket and hands it off to a squirrel that had jumped down and perched on his shoulder.

“There seems to be a lot more today…” he matches your tone of voice, keeping quiet and to set the example of not scaring off the animals.

“Mhmm…” The deer bends down and begins to eat at some of the grass. But, as usual, Silver yawns and you know your time with him being awake will be a little cut short.

“I’m sleepy…” his words are slurred and his eyes droop closed slowly.

“Do you wanna head back to your dorm then? Mine?” You suggest.

“I won’t make it…too tired.” He turns to you, and instead of leaning his head on your shoulder like he usually does, his head takes refuge in your lap and he pushes his face against your tummy, keeping his arms lazily wrapped around you. He yawns again, practically burying his face against your stomach. He places a few small kisses which do everything to make you even more embarrassed, and of course he’s oblivious to it.

“Love you…” he mutters. And then he’s out like a light in the matter of a mere second.

The varied array of animals also seem to quiet down, moving to rest up against you two. Bunnies hop over and move to rest along your legs, the birds quiet their chirping, the deer kneels down and rests its head on Silvers leg…the scene is surreal and comforting.

It’s no use waking him up. The situation is insanely awkward, but you don’t have it in you to wake him up, and you most likely wouldn’t be able to, anyways. Silver is smiling blissfully as he lays there cuddled up against you like nothing else mattered…and that tells you all that you really need to know.

I got it done somehow? I tried…sorry silvers was the shortest one. Anyways, LOVE U, MY LOVELIES <3

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[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg - 004

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.

word count: 3.5K

authors note: yes, it is here. it only took me 76 years lmao. y’all best give me all the love since y’all wanted to be on my ass about this mf. anyway, enjoy the drama. also this was prewritren with the tags a long time ago so if you no longer wanted to be tagged or if you’re new and wanted to be tagged i’m sorry. the taglist got full but i try to switch out who i tag every chapter.

“Now, are you sure you’re okay? I can personally file a report for you.” Mr. Kim asked for the 6th time. You roll your eyes, fed up with the badgering. You didn’t understand why he cared so much anyway. He was the one that refused to listen to you when you tried to explain why it wouldn’t be a great idea for you to deliver in Gongdan.

You didn’t go into detail about the assault, or even bother to mention Yoongi being the reason it didn’t escalate. You simply just stated to him that you were attacked and managed to slip free.

Luckily for you though, the old man’s guilt for the attack led him to giving you the rest of the day off and you snatched that offer up immediately. Not like he needed your assistance, seeing as the restaurant was practically dead with only about 4 customers. “I’m fine, Mr. Kim. I promise.” You assure him one last time. “Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” You exit the shop, the door dinging as you do. You spot Mina’s car sitting in front of the restaurant, and she smiles cheerfully as you climb inside. “Hey. Thanks for picking me up so early.” You sigh, buckling your seatbelt. “No problem… But why am I picking you up so early? And…” she leans forward, peaking at your ripped shirt. “Why is your shirt ripped?”

You scratch your head, the thought of explaining the situation to Mina made your brain itch. “I had to deliver at the Devil’s playground again, and got attacked.” You kept it short and sweet. Mina’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Was it that Yoongi guy again?!”

You shake your head. “It wasn’t him, it was this group of guys. Yoongi was actually the one that saved me…” you twiddle with your fingers as your mind wanders about the raven. Mina arches a brow at the gentleness in your voice. “He saved you?” You nod slowly in response. “My god, what does he expect from you now? Sexual favors?”

Of course Mina has to be the most dramatic and think the worst possible thought of everything. “No, he didn’t ask me for any favors. Which I guess is surprising for someone with his track record.” You admit, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Mina starts up the car, finally moving from the restaurant premises. “Please don’t tell me you’re buddy buddy with that thug now?”

You scoff, letting your eyes roll back. “Of course not! The guy is a criminal, and stalker. I’d never befriend him,” You argue, crossing your arms. Yoongi may have saved you, but you weren’t swayed by his heroic charm. “Anyway, enough about me and my shitty day, it’s too traumatic to talk about. Did you have a talk with Jin like I suggested?” You change the subject. Mina’s face drops at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. “Yeah, we talked for about 2 minutes before it all blew up. Now we’re not on speaking terms,” She sighs. “I think maybe I should break up with him…”

You frown. ‘There she goes being the most dramatic again…’

“Mina, don’t be so damn hasty all the time.” You try to reason with the blonde. “I’m not!” She defended herself. “I’m just tired, y/n. I’m tired of trying to figure him out. I’d rather break up with him before he breaks up with me.”

Mina had never been the girl to get her heart broken. In high school she was the one always doing the heart breaking, so you could tell that it genuinely killed her to love someone as much as she loved Jin, and not know where his head was at regarding their relationship. “I don’t know, Mina… I just know if I was in your shoes with Kookie, I’d try to work things out before I think of the worst possible outcome.”

Mina pouts, but she doesn’t continue to speak. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, you were right. She shouldn’t just jump the gun and break up with Jin. Although he was acting strangely and it was confusing the hell out of her. “You know… I’m jealous of your relationship with Kookie.” She suddenly blurts, causing you to turn to her with a raised brow. “Huh?”

“I’m jealous,” she repeats. “Of you and Jungkook.”

You tilt your head to the side, your eyebrows now scrunched in curiosity. “Why?”

Mina simply shrugs, sitting quietly for a couple of minutes before answering. “You two match, and have an unbeatable connection. You started off as best friends, which played in your favor. I met Jin in the hospital because he had a broken arm. We don’t have the history you and Jungkook have.”

You smile at the compliment towards your relationship, but quickly shake your head. “History isn’t everything. Some people marry their high school sweethearts and breakup. You and Seokjin just need to be mature– or you at least.” Mina whips her head in your direction, her brows furrowed. “What do you mean by ‘or you at least’?”

“I mean that sometimes you’re immature. You tend to freak out when things don’t go your way and storm off like a child.” Mina snarls. “I’m not immature.” She muttered to herself, practically proving your point. The car finally slows down in front of your apartment before coming to a complete stop. “Thanks for the ride again, Mina. I appreciate you.”

“Of course. I’m mature enough to pick up my best friend when she needs me.” She glares, your previous comment still not sitting well with her. You shake your head, paying no mind to her attitude. “Bye, Mina. I hope everything works out with Jin.” You pushed open the car door, climbing out.

“Yeah, you and me both.” She mutters her last words before she waits for you to close the car door, speeding off into the distance with you standing there to watch. You let out a sigh, shrugging. What was the point of her asking for your advice if she was always going to dislike what you had to say?

You turn on your heels, walking up the steps that lead to your building entrance. As you venture down the hall to your apartment, you spot a shaggy haired man placing a bouquet of flowers right in front of your front door. A smile forms your face as you see the one person you longed to see after such a horrendous experience. “Kookie?”

The brunette jumps slightly, your sudden appearance catching him off guard. Once he registers that it’s you, he smiles as well. “Well shit, I wanted to surprise you with something sweet when you got off. Guess that’s a fail.” He scratches the back of his neck, chuckling. You shake your head, instantly embracing him with a hug. “It’s not a fail. I’m so happy to see you.” Even though you pretty much talked on the phone with Jungkook everyday, it felt like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

Jungkook’s tattooed arms wrap around your waist, returning your gentle embrace. “I’m happy to see you too, angel. What’re you doing home so early though? I thought you weren’t off till 8:00?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. You wanted to start crying right there just thinking about what almost happened to you today. You hadn’t told him about your trip to Gongdan yesterday because you didn’t want him to worry, but now you felt as though he deserved to know this time. “I got attacked today.” You take a step back, showing him your torn shirt. Jungkook looks down, dumbfounded at how he hadn’t clocked your ripped shirt when you first walked in.

“By who?!” He shouts. “If it was Yoongi and his gang I swear to god–”

You shush Jungkook, looking around to make sure none of your neighbors were in the hallway eavesdropping. “Let’s talk about this inside, okay?” The brunette is pissed, but he nods, awaiting for you to open your apartment door. He grabs the flowers from the floor as you dig through your purse for your key. ‘I really need to get a keychain for this thing.’ you thought, finally finding the piece of metal in your bag.

You open the door, and Jungkook wastes no time storming in. He places the flowers on your kitchen table, pulling out a chair for you to sit and explain yourself. Even though he was angry he still focused on your wellbeing. You close the door, unsure if you really wanted to recite the situation. Too late to change your mind now though.

You shuffle to the seat that Jungkook pulled out for you, plopping down. “So? Was it Yoongi’s doing?”

How do you even begin to explain all of this? Yes, but not really? While Yoongi was the reason you ended up in Gongdan, he isn’t the one that attacked you. But he has taken a weird interest in you ever since the Makoto showdown between you and his trusty stooge. If you told Jungkook that though, he'd just spend every moment trying to protect you and probably do something unnecessary to get himself hurt. You didn’t want that.

So, maybe it was best to embellish the truth a bit and leave Yoongi out of it.

“I had a delivery in Gongdan today. Jimin was out sick, and I was the only one that could deliver it. A group of guys attacked me on my way back to the restaurant.” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “You had a delivery at the devil’s playground and you took it? What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I had to do my job. I had no choice, Kookie. Mr. Kim wasn’t letting me out of it. Believe me, I tried.” The brunette scoffed, redirecting his anger to Mr. Kim. “I should go down there and kick that old man’s ass,” He muttered. Jungkook was never too fond of Mr. Kim. He thought the old man could be a bit misogynistic.

“Did they hurt you?” His voice is now more tender. You shook your head. “No. I’m fine,” You assure him. “The only thing that got hurt is my precious shirt.” You laugh a bit, trying to lighten the mood. “Did they just let you go? How’d you get free?” He pressed on.

“Umm…” you trail off, your thoughts once again wandering to the raven haired man.

“So Wonder Woman, you ready to accept that ride today?”

“They got scared off by someone that happened to be walking by. Lucky me, huh?”

Jungkook sighs smoothly, crouching down in front of your chair. He takes your hands in his, interlocking your fingers. “I’m glad you’re okay, y/n. I hate to know you experienced that and I wasn’t there.” He frowns, leering down at your hands. “Jungkook, you’re not gonna be able to be there for everything, and that’s okay. You’re here now, when I need you the most.”

Jungkook looks up at you. “And I’ll stay here.”

“Please remind me to stop letting you pick out movies. You always pick the cheesiest ones.” Jungkook grimaced as you two reached the end of your movie. You wiped stray tears from your eyes, glaring over at your soon-to-be boyfriend. “The Princess Diaries is a classic. I love it.” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah, well next time I’m picking the movie. Your selection sucks.”

You gasp, taking a pillow from the other end of the couch. “Take that back.” You cock the pillow, ready to deliver a blow. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry… that you’re ass at picking movies.” You swing the pillow down on him, and his hands go up in self defense as he laughs, his back landing on the couch cushions to better protect his face. You take this advantage to straddle the brunette’s waist, continuing your attack until he ultimately surrenders. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You finally toss the pillow back down to the end of the couch, a victory smirk plastered on your face. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

“Hard not to when I’m being attacked by a pillow.” He looks up at you, still straddling his waist. Jungkook’s hands slowly roam up your legs, stopping to grip your hips. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Your cheeks heated up with the compliment, and you felt a sudden wave of warmth between your legs that made you anxious. This was it. There was no better time than this to lose your virginity to Jungkook.

You lean forward, pressing your lips to his pierced ones, the metal was cold against you; Jungkook didn’t hold back, or hesitate the moment your lips were against his. Your mouths moved in sync, but sloppily at the same time as though you both wanted it real bad– and you did. Jungkook’s hands moved from your hips, reaching back to cup your ass in his hands, giving your cheeks a squeeze.

You moaned softly into his mouth, rolling your hips over the rough fabric of his jeans until you felt his cock harden underneath you. Jungkook made sure to assist you, his hands pressing you down harder against his confined length. Your panties were soaked, and your mind was in a daze. You were sure that you had dampened his jeans by now. “Fuck, Y/n…” he muttered in between kisses. “We have to stop before I can’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop, I want this.” You whine, rolling your hips faster. Jungkook moans, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, I can’t.” He grabs your hips, forcing you to stop. You take the hint, but you can’t help the pang in your chest. Was there something wrong with you? You didn’t get it. What was he waiting for? You climb off of him, taking your place back on the couch.

It’s silent as Jungkook sits up on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. “Y/n…”

“Save it,” You cut him short. “You don’t want to have sex with me, I get it.” Jungkook shakes his head. “That’s not true. I do.” He argued. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “So then what’s the problem? I’m always practically giving signals that I’m ready and you’re holding back. You have never done that with any girl you’ve dated before me.”

“You’re not any girl I’ve dated before you.”

“Right, I’m y/n, the girl that’s been your best friend for years and the truth is that’s probably all you see me as.” Jungkook says nothing, he doesn’t even bother to argue because that’s just something he hates doing with you. “I uh… I should go.”

“Then go.” You snapped. Jungkook nods, standing up from the couch. As he walks to the front door, he looks back at you. You don’t look his way, you just continue to stare forward. “You’re not any girl I’ve dated before you.” He repeats; those are his final words before he opens the door and leaves.

Your eyes brim with tears as you finally turn, looking towards the table where Jungkook’s bouquet of flowers sat.

“Well well well, look who made a full recovery today.” You eye Jimin taking orders as you walk into Makoto. Jimin smiles at you, happy to see you in what felt like forever since you two worked together. “Y/n, it’s good to see you too.” He greets. You cross your arms, not in a greeting mood. “I have a bone to pick with you once you’re done here.” You say, walking back to the kitchen to clock in.

“Y/n, good afternoon. How are you feeling today?” Mr. Kim asks you as you grab an apron from the hook, tying the black fabric around your waist. “It’s a Monday, how am I supposed to be feeling?” You speak dreadfully. You barely got any sleep after what happened last night with Jungkook, and now you were at work. Jungkook hadn’t even called or texted you. Not that you wanted him to right now.

“Well, I meant everything that happened yesterday, how are you feeling today?” He reiterates. You grab a time card, swiping it through the clock. “I’m fine, Mr. Kim.” You walk past him, taking a notepad and pen from the cup holder. Jimin walks back into the kitchen, his face suddenly pale like he was ready to puke. Maybe he was sick.

“Hey, um, there’s someone out there at table three that’s requesting for you to take their order.” He says, scratching the back of his neck. You raise a skeptical brow. ‘Requesting me? Could it be Jungkook?’ You thought. Maybe he wanted to talk in person instead of over the phone. You didn’t see why he couldn’t have waited until your shift was over and come to your apartment, but you didn’t argue with the gesture.

“Okay…?” You walk out of the kitchen towards the dining area. As you scope out table three, you don’t see Jungkook, but in fact, Yoongi, Joon, and two other guys you don’t know. That’s why Jimin looked so sickly. You shake your head, sauntering over to their table. “What’re you doing here? Was yesterday not enough?” You snap at Yoongi.

“Nice to see you too,” the raven laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Yesterday is the reason I’m here in person, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you getting your pretty self into any more trouble in my hood.” He smirked. “You remember my boy Joon, don’t you?”

“Wonder Woman, it’s good to see you again.” You glare at Joon, rolling your eyes. You didn’t have time for this. Yoongi was the last person you cared to see right now, and you definitely never wanted to see Nam-joon again. “So are you here to order something or are you here to be the bane of my existence?”

“Depends… are you on the menu?” He bites his bottom lip, looking you up and down. Joon, and Yoongi’s other two minions snicker and you’ve decided you’ve had enough of this pig fest. “Okay, goodbye.” You turn to head back to the kitchen, but Yoongi stops you by grabbing your wrist. “I’m just joking around, sweetheart. I’m here to ask you something.” You pull your wrist from his grip, turning back to face him. “Ask me what?”

“Well, I’m having this kickback at my place tonight. I want you to slide through.” You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion. “What on earth would make you think I’d dare to step foot into Gongdan again? And what makes you think I’d go to your shifty ass warehouse?”

“Well, I just thought after my heroism the other day you would want to thank me more properly.” You scoffed. Mina was right. He was expecting some kind of sexual favor from you. “I knew it. You only helped because you thought you could use me later on. I should’ve expected that from someone like you.” You leave their table, making your way back towards the kitchen, but this time Yoongi stands up from his seat to follow you.

“Princess,” He stops you again, his hand grazing your waist, but he doesn’t fully touch you in a manner that came across as though he was trying to respect your boundaries–for once. He steps in front of you, blocking your way to the kitchen. “It’s not like that. I helped you because I wanted to.”

“Is that so? Because it truly didn’t seem like it just a second ago.” You snarled, crossing your arms. The raven makes a “tsk” sound before continuing on. “Sweetheart, if that’s all I wanted from you then I would’ve made you give it to me right there in the alleyway. Regardless of what happened,” His face was stone cold serious. He meant that. You stood silent, not knowing what to say next.

“Listen… sometimes I have these kickbacks, and they’re a vibe, but it would be better if I saw your pretty face there.” His voice is soft, so soft that you didn’t think someone like Yoongi could produce such a tone. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to take a bus through Gongdan at night.”

“So don’t. I’ll pick you up.”

You sigh, slowly feeling yourself ready to cave in and you didn’t know why. You literally could not stand this man. He was a stalker for fuck sakes. A criminal. And yet… here you were ready to accept his invitation because of one good gesture, and a sudden softness to his voice. Yoongi’s eyes search for yours until they lock, a smile forming his face. For a moment as you're looking into the raven’s eyes you begin to question is he really the monster he makes people believe? Or is that all for looks?

“Hey, can we get the check please?” A customer calls out. Your eyes snap away from Yoongi’s. You had almost forgotten you were at work. “Look, I have to get back to work. I’ll… I’ll let you know.” You take your notepad, writing down your phone number. As you rip the paper from the pad, you actually begin to question your sanity. You hand the paper to Yoongi, his lips tilting in a sly smirk as he takes it.

“I look forward to hearing from you, princess.”

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[jungkoode]

OFF-LABELS | 10

→ PAIRING : Med Student!Hoseok x F!Reader (Brother’s Best Friend AU)

→ RATING: EXPLICIT. 18+.

→ DATE POSTED: March 17th, 2025.

→ SUMMARY: You’ve spent four years convincing yourself that your brother’s best friend is just being nice when he remembers your coffee order, quizzes you on neuroanatomy, or lets his touch linger a second too long. Because there’s no way that the golden boy of Seoul National’s medical program might actually be flirting with you. Especially when he keeps saying things that could be perfectly innocent… if only he didn’t say them in that voice.

→ TAGS: second person perspective, female reader, medical school au, brother’s best friend trope, age gap (4 years), pining, touch starved, overthinking reader, confident hoseok, gentle dom hoseok, medical terminology as flirting (lmao), study sessions, domestic moments, innocent (but not really), plausible deniability king hoseok, anxiety, internal monologue, guilty crushes, subtle teasing, emotional edging, gentle manipulation, praise kink undertones, intellectual attraction, competency kink, hand fixation, voice kink, medical intern hoseok, first year med student reader, home setting, casual intimacy, unresolved sexual tension (for now), secret attraction, nervous rambling, self-doubt, intrusive thoughts, anatomy lessons with ulterior motives, competent hoseok, flustered reader, close proximity, accidental touches that aren’t accidents, virgin!reader.

→ CONTENT in this chapter: Full demonstrations of medical knowledge, thorough anatomy lessons, counting exercises that get out of hand, precision training with devastating results, and empirical proof that some experiments require multiple trials. | endurance training, multiple orgasms, squirting, fingering (f), oral (f), humiliation and praise kink, medical expertise, power dynamics, dominance and submission, stamina building, oral fixation, manual dexterity, cruel + soft words, punishment, slight spanking, overstimulation, pill aid.

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→ A/N: So um… this happened. Started writing a simple punishment scene and somehow ended up researching autonomic nervous system responses at 6 AM. Sorry to my FBI agent—those Google searches probably looked concerning. Now before anyone comes for me or realism because ‘kiki no women can actually—' SHUT UP. SHUTUP SHUT UP SHUTUP YES THEY CAN. You know what I haven’t seen enough of? Multiorgasmic queens. NONE. Nada. I know it’s not super common and not every woman out there is blessed with that anatomy, but point is—Chip is. And that’s what I wanted to show in my narration, which is why she states at the beginning she’s managed to get to 5 on her own. Because she knows she can chain up orgasms—and that’s a characteristic of being multiorgasmic. So if I hear anybody complain about it being unrealistic, I’ll grab you by the throat. Anyway yeah, of course king Hoseok already knew that because mf is so attentive it’s borderline scary (and hot). ALSO before somebody also comes to scream about consent or the usage of the pill being toxic or whatever—LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW. The pill thing is because Y/N implies she doesn’t think she can get to 15, so that’s why he gives her the tablet. It’s NOT an aphrodisiac or something to make her pliant or submissive or whatever weird porn bullshit you better not dare accuse me of—it’s AN ENHANCER. As he helpfully supplies in dialogue, it simply enhances her multiorgasmic capabilities. THAT’s IT. She TRUSTS him and I explicitly mention that at some point by the end. THIS IS ALL consensual sexual activities between two grown adults. *drops the mic* Okay now I’m gonna apologize to my couch. My neighbors. And probably God or whoever high being has observed me writing this filth.

Edit: since, of course, someone still tried to pin me as problematic and whine about themes in this chapter, I encourage you to read the reply before making a fool of yourself and sending a baseless ask.

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The elevator doors slide shut with a soft ding, sealing you in mirrored walls and the scent of his rage. 

Hoseok doesn’t set you down. Doesn’t even look at you. Just adjusts his grip, surgical fingers digging into your thigh as he smashes the penthouse button. 

Your pulse stumbles. 

“Hobi—” 

“Dr. Jung.” His voice is so sharp it cuts through the alcohol haze in your skull. “You lost the right to call me that when you decided to act like a reckless fucking brat.” 

A shiver licks down your spine. He never swears like that. Not at you. 

But he isn’t done. 

“Was he fun?” His free hand slides up your bare leg, calluses catching on sensitive skin. “That intern? Mike?” The name drips with venom. “Tell me, Chip—was he worth it?” 

Your throat locks. 

“Was he worth my fucking patience?” 

A sharp rip punctuates the question, and—oh God—the air hits your exposed heat before your brain catches up. 

He tore them. He tore them.

"Hoseok!" You squirm, face blazing hot, but he just dangles the ruined lace in front of you. 

"Shhh." The saccharine sweetness of his smile makes your stomach turn. He tucks them into his pocket, like a trophy. “Disobedient brats don’t deserve coverage.” 

His hand returns to your exposed slit, fingers parting you with clinical precision. His touch is colder than usual—calculated, impersonal. Like a scalpel sliding over flesh. 

"Elevated heart rate. Dilated pupils. Excess lubrication." His nail scrapes over your clit and you gasp. "Diagnosis: pathological need for attention.” 

Your hips jerk. “Fuck you—” 

"Precisely what you're angling for, isn't it?" His voice drops, low and lethal. "Parading around in this gorgeous dress. Looking devastating. Letting somebody else’s hands touch what’s mine." 

The floor numbers climb. 

"Prescription,” he murmurs against your ear, “intensive correction.” 

His fingers plunge inside you without warning, and you choke on your own breath. 

"Count the floors, Chip." The heel of his palm grinds against your clit, unrelenting. "That’s how many times you’ll cum before you take my cock.” 

Your stomach plummets. “You’re insane—” 

"Three." 

His fingers curl, precise and punishing. 

"Four." 

Another brutal thrust.

"Five." 

Your nails dig into his back as your vision blurs. 

"Six." 

Another stretch—his middle and ring finger, scissoring wide. 

"Seven." 

The mirrored walls reflect your debauchery—legs spread over his shoulder, dress pooled at your waist, face contorted in pleasure-pain. 

Your pulse is a frantic, fluttering thing. 

“Eight.” 

His knuckles press deep, unyielding. 

“Nine.” 

You come with a sharp, broken cry, back arching off his shoulder. 

Because it’s been too long. Because you’ve been riled up the whole night. Because he’s finally here and he’s swearing, and relentless and—

He doesn’t stop. 

“Ten.” 

His thumb replaces his fingers, circling ruthlessly. 

“Eleven.” 

"Please—" You're sobbing now, oversensitive and raw. 

“Fifteen.” 

The doors ding open. 

His fingers withdraw abruptly, and your wrecked body convulses at the loss. He licks your slick from his fingers with a detached hum, gaze sweeping over you clinically. 

You barely register him moving through the hallway. The scent of antiseptic and expensive cologne drifts through the air. His grip around your thighs is bruising. His steps are steady. Unhurried. 

The keys jingle. The door clicks open. 

Then— 

You’re airborne. 

Your stomach flips as he throws you over the leather sofa. The impact knocks the air from your lungs. 

The creak of leather. The bite of cold air against your exposed flesh. The press of his palm between your shoulder blades, flattening you into the cushions. 

His sigh floats above you, disappointed. 

"Welcome home, Chip.” 

The belt jingles. 

“Let’s begin your remedial education." 

The leather cushions are cold beneath your cheek. The air conditioning hums low, steady. The only sound between it—between you—is the slow, deliberate slide of silk as Hoseok loosens his tie. 

You can’t see him properly. 

Not like this, facedown, spine arched obscenely, ass raised like some offering. 

But you feel him. Feel his presence behind you, feel the heavy drag of each movement—tie slipping free, glasses clinking on the table, dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat, the roll of his sleeves exposing forearms you already know are capable of making you crumble. 

You inhale, too shallow, too fast. 

His watch ticks. 

You twist, craning to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder, but the instant you do— 

"Face down, ass up.” 

The command snaps like a whip. 

Your body locks. 

His fingers press against your nape, firm but not forceful. Just… insistent. A nonverbal correction. The heat of his palm brands your skin. 

“Better get used to that position, Chip.” The rasp in his voice sends something hot and humiliating curling low in your stomach. “You’ll be like this for a while.” 

A whimper escapes before you can swallow it down. 

Hoseok laughs under his breath, and—fuck, that sound. Dark amusement, unshaken control. Like he already knows exactly how this night ends. 

Like he planned for it. 

Your heartbeat stumbles. 

The rustle of fabric shifts further away. His footsteps—measured, even—carry him across the room, the click of a drawer pulling open sending another shudder through you. 

He’s retrieving something. 

You wet your lips, pulse spiking as you hear the clink of glass vials, the quiet tap tap of fingers against a container. His tone is almost casual when he speaks. 

“How many floors, Chip?” 

Your stomach plummets. 

You knew this was coming. 

Your fingers curl into the couch cushion, nails pressing deep. 

Fifteen. 

You know it was fifteen. Because he counted them out loud, each number spoken with unshaken authority, each one branded into your skull between thrusts of his fingers. 

But fifteen— 

Fifteen is impossible.

Your highest was five. Alone, desperate, overstimulated and aching but still your own control. And now he’s— 

Your throat bobs. 

“Ten.” The lie slips out fast. Too fast. 

The air shifts. 

He doesn’t answer immediately. Just lets the silence stretch too long, so thick it suffocates. Your chest rises unevenly against the cushions, fingers trembling where they grip the leather. 

Then, slow—too slow— 

"Ah." 

You flinch. 

"So lying, too, now?" 

Fuck. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

The footsteps return, unhurried. You squeeze your eyes shut. The sound of a cap twisting open, a faint rustle of packaging. 

“You disappoint me, Chip.” 

His voice is soft. Almost gentle. 

It terrifies you. 

The footsteps stop. 

You hold your breath. 

Then— 

Click.

Something small lands on the cushion in front of your face. You blink, vision hazy, and focus on— 

A pill. 

Round, pale. A delicate thing. 

But its weight feels unbearable. 

Behind you, Hoseok hums, shifting closer, the heat of his body radiating against your back.

"Fascinating," he murmurs, voice smooth, composed. "You knew the number, didn’t you?" 

Your pulse thunders. 

“Answer me, Chip.” 

The threat in his tone is quiet. Unrushed. 

Your breath wavers. 

"Yes." The admission is barely a whisper. 

He hums again, almost pleased. "And yet, you lied.” 

You whimper. 

"Curious," he continues, like he's cataloging your reaction, filing it away into that clinical, calculating mind of his. "You understood the assignment perfectly. You knew the floors equaled your orgasms. You knew exactly what I expected of you." 

A pause. 

"Yet you still lied." 

The realization makes your stomach drop. 

"You don't think you can do it." 

The words aren’t a question. 

They're an observation. 

Your nails bite into the leather. Because he’s right. Because fifteen—fifteen times, fifteen orgasms, fifteen waves of unbearable pleasure before he even thinks about giving you his cock— 

It’s— 

"It's impossible," you rasp. 

Silence. 

Then— 

Hoseok chuckles. 

Your entire body goes rigid. 

"Impossible?" He repeats, and—fuck, fuck, you shouldn’t have said that, you should not have said that—because his amusement is not the warm, teasing thing you're used to.

No.

This is something colder. Something sharper. 

Something dangerous. 

A hand brushes over your ass, slow, possessive. 

Then—crack. 

A sharp smack lands against your skin, and you yelp, jerking forward. The burn seeps deep, stealing your breath. 

“Incorrect.” His voice is steady, unaffected. 

Your stomach clenches. 

Another smack, harder this time. Your legs twitch, body instinctively trying to pull away, but his free hand presses against your lower back, pinning you down. 

“Shall I explain why?” 

You swallow hard. 

He leans in, breath warm against your nape. 

“Because I know you.” 

Your throat locks. 

His palm soothes over the burning skin, fingers pressing possessively into the tender flesh. 

"No," he corrects himself, tone contemplative. "That’s imprecise." 

He drags his fingers through your slick, spreading the wetness, slow and deliberate. Mocking you.

“Empirical data,” he muses, almost to himself. “Your clitoral network has approximately eight thousand nerve endings. Your vaginal walls contain—” 

A finger sinks knuckle-deep, curling upward. 

“Ah, pay attention.” 

You bite the cushion to muffle a whine. 

“Concentrated stimulation of the anterior fornix—” Another finger joins the first, stretching you brutally. “—combined with sustained G-spot pressure—” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing precisely. “—induces serial orgasms in seventy-three percent of subjects.” 

The statistics shouldn’t arouse you. 

The clinical detachment shouldn’t make your hips roll back against his hand. 

But here you are. Dripping onto his imported leather as he lectures like this is a fucking TED Talk. 

“I’ve observed your responses.” His tone is calm, measured. “Your refractory period is negligible. Your nerve sensitivity is well above average. Your arousal duration is…” His fingers spread inside you, mapping you out, committing every reaction to memory. “…exceptional.” 

His thumb drags over your clit. 

“You’re multiorgasmic, Chip.” 

A strangled noise rips from your throat. 

“Fifteen orgasms isn’t a punishment.” He withdraws his fingers and smears your wetness over your swollen folds. “It’s preparation.” 

Your whole body shudders. 

Hoseok tuts. 

“Do you really think I’d feed you eight inches without ensuring you were properly conditioned? Slippery, dripping, pliable?” His voice drops lower, smooth like sugar lapping at your core. “Without making sure you’d take me without pain?” 

Your heart flutters. 

His breath brushes against your nape. “You thought this was cruel?” 

A hand slides between your thighs, forcing them wider. 

“This is mercy.” 

The words barely register before his fingers tap against your lips.

You flinch. The touch is light, impersonal—barely there. But when you glance down, something small rests against his fingertips.

The pill.

You blink, still dazed, vision blurry from arousal and exertion.

“What—”

“Open.”

Your stomach tightens.

His voice is calm. Detached. Like he’s instructing a patient instead of pressing a pill to your lips.

You hesitate.

He hums, amused. “Sublingual Sildenafil. Accelerates clitoral engorgement. Ensures optimal conditions for multiple orgasms. It will simply enhance your own multiorgasmic capabilities.”

Your thighs twitch instinctively, trying to press together, but his knee is still between them, holding you open.

“Ah.” A quiet, disappointed sigh. “Non-compliant patient.”

Your stomach plummets.

Then—a nudge. Parting your legs wider.

“You do understand,” he murmurs, almost amused, “there are other forms of absorption.”

Your throat locks.

Your breath stutters.

“What?”

A slow hum. A contemplative pause.

“Oral is most effective.” His free hand smooths over your ass, light and detached, like he’s just considering his options. “But mucosal absorption is still viable.”

You inhale.

“Rectal administration,” he continues, tone casual. Clinical. “Less efficient, but still sufficient. The lower absorption rate means you’d take longer to reach full saturation, but…”

His fingers trace the curve of your hip.

“If you’re unwilling to comply…”

His knee shifts—just enough to remind you how vulnerable you are.

“Spread yourself wider.” His voice is smooth, patient. “Hold yourself open for the administration.”

A wave of heat slams into you. Something between terror and arousal. Your hands fly up instinctively—gripping his wrist, nails pressing into his skin.

“N-No—” The words tumble out too fast, breathless, desperate. “I’ll—I’ll take it. Mouth.”

A pause.

Then—

A smile. Slow. Knowing.

“That’s what I thought.”

The pill presses against your tongue, and your mouth clamps shut around it before you can even think to resist.

His watch beeps.

“Ninety seconds.”

Your stomach lurches.

His fingers tap against your lips again—light, satisfied.

“Good girl.”

The pill tingles beneath your tongue.  

Hoseok straightens, rolling his sleeves up his forearms, unhurried.  

Then—  

His hands go for his belt.  

The buckle clicks. 

A slow, methodical tug pulls the leather free, the sound thick in the quiet. 

You whimper, pressing your cheek against the couch, pulse pounding. 

"Proper experimentation requires..." His voice is a slow drawl, calm, unaffected. The belt falls to the floor.  "…controlled variables." 

He takes the rest of your dress off. Bra follows. 

Then his fingers press into your dripping heat. 

"Let's begin."

The first tingle blooms beneath your skin, warmth trickling down your spine like the first sip of whiskey.

Hoseok watches.

Of course he does.

You can feel his gaze, heavy, assessing, as the effects take hold. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, watch gleaming on his wrist, fingers flexing idly like he’s already calculating his next move.

You squeeze your thighs together instinctively.

It’s a mistake.

The friction—just the barest shift—sends a pulse of heat straight to your clit, so sudden and sharp that you gasp.

Hoseok hums. “There it is.”

Your stomach lurches.

His palm smooths over your lower back, warm and firm, the weight of it keeping you pinned. You don’t know what’s worse—that he expected it, or that you reacted exactly the way he predicted.

Your breathing stutters.

“It’s working faster than anticipated,” he muses, more to himself than to you. “Good. I’d hate for this to take all night.”

He’s lying.

You know he is.

He wants it to take all night.

Your thighs tremble. The buzzing under your skin intensifies, a slow, creeping build, pooling low in your belly. The ache is growing—not unbearable, not yet, but constant. Like an itch too deep to scratch.

Hoseok’s fingers trace down your spine, featherlight. “Tell me what you feel.”

Your lips part—then press shut.

He waits.

You breathe in, shallow, unsteady. “Warm,” you admit. “Tingling.”

His fingertips ghost over your hip. “Where?”

You swallow. “Everywhere.”

“More specific.”

Your fingers tighten against the leather. “My—” Your face burns. “My clit.”

His hand stills.

For a moment, there’s nothing. No sound, no shift, just his steady, patient silence.

Then—

“Show me.”

The command is quiet.

It’s not a request.

Your stomach tightens.

Slowly, shakily, you obey—your fingers creeping between your own legs, breath hitching as they meet wet. The slickness is obscene, spilling over your thighs, making your own touch slippery, electric.

Hoseok exhales through his nose. “Good girl.”

A fresh wave of heat floods through you.

It’s humiliating, how much those words affect you. How easy he makes it seem—like compliance is inevitable, like your body is designed for this.

Like he already knows what you’ll do before you do it.

Your fingers move clumsily against your clit, the sensitivity almost unbearable. You’re too wet, too warm, the pleasure mounting too fast.

Hoseok watches for a moment—silent, clinical—then, without warning, his hand covers yours.

Your entire body jerks.

“Slower,” he instructs, voice low, controlled. “Focus on the pressure.”

You whimper.

His fingers guide yours, pressing down, rolling slow, steady circles. The change is immediate—the pleasure sharpening into something more potent, more targeted, the kind that makes your thighs tremble and your stomach clench.

Your hips rock.

Hoseok hums approvingly. “Better.”

His hand is warm, steady over yours, dictating the rhythm, making you follow it.

And that’s the worst part—you do.

You let him lead. Let him train you, let him control the pace, let him show you how to touch yourself properly.

A moan tears from your throat.

Hoseok exhales through his nose, satisfied. “Tell me when you’re close.”

You’re already close.

The words stick in your throat, but he knows. His fingers press down, a fraction harder, a fraction slower, dragging it out, prolonging it—

Your back arches. “Hoseok—”

“Dr. Jung.”

Your breath shatters.

His fingers disappear.

The loss makes you sob.

Hoseok smiles. “One.”

Dread and lust conquer your soul.

Your chest heaves against the leather, heart slamming against your ribs.

He’s counting. He’s counting them out loud, marking them like he did in the elevator.

There’s fourteen more.

You whimper, legs trembling.

Hoseok tuts. “Already sensitive?”

Your response is a choked little sound, barely coherent.

He laughs softly, dragging his fingers through your slick again, coating them in your arousal. 

“It’ll only get worse.”

Your whole body shudders.

He shifts behind you, and then—

A wet press against your clit.

You gasp.

It’s his tongue.

The sensation is too much, hot and soft and lethal, wrapping around your swollen bud with precise, devastating pressure. Your spine curves off the couch, legs twitching, a wrecked little sound spilling from your lips—

Hoseok’s hands clamp down on your hips, pinning you still.

“Stay put.”

Your vision blurs.

Then—suction.

Your moan is shattered.

The pleasure slams through you, instant and overwhelming. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t ease you into it, just takes—his mouth tight, his tongue pressing against your clit like he’s studying it, like he’s testing responses and cataloging results.

Your whole body is shaking.

“Dr. Jung—”

The title is barely a gasp.

Hoseok hums against you—approving—and the vibration sends you spiraling.

The orgasm detonates before you can brace for it.

You wail.

Your body locks, every nerve seizing, pleasure white-hot and unbearable. You can feel the aftershocks, each ripple making your thighs twitch, your lungs shudder.

Hoseok doesn’t move.

He doesn’t pull away.

Just stays there, mouth locked around your clit, tongue lapping at the oversensitive flesh, drinking in the aftershocks, making them last, making you suffer.

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

Your whimper is broken. “Hoseok—”

A sharp smack lands against your ass.

"Two."

You sob.

He chuckles. “Oh, Chip.”

A slow drag of his tongue makes you quake.

“You’ve got thirteen more.”

Your thighs twitch violently, your body trying to escape the onslaught of his mouth, but Hoseok’s grip is ironclad.

“Stay still,” he murmurs, lips brushing wet against your clit, and you sob because you can’t.

Your entire body is humming, nerve endings screaming—but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let you breathe, doesn’t give you a second to recover before his tongue presses against you again.

“No, no, no—” 

Your hands scrabble against the couch, trying to find purchase, trying to ground yourself, but it’s useless, because the pleasure is already mounting again, rushing up your spine, curling hot and unbearable beneath your ribs—

“Already?”

His voice is drenched in satisfaction.

Your walls clench down on nothing.

He laughs, and you can’t discern whether it’s mocking or fond.

“You were made for this, Chip.” His lips brush against your slick heat, the tip of his nose nudging your entrance. “So desperate. So pliable.” A slow, teasing kiss over your clit. “Tell me—” His voice drops lower, lips just barely grazing you. “Are you going to give me number three?”

Your moan is wrecked.

His hands tighten on your hips, forcing you down, pressing you flush against his mouth.

The pressure is devastating.

His tongue flicks against your swollen bud—once, twice, again—the motion too light, too perfect, just enough to make your body ache for more, to make you chase it, to make you rock back against his mouth—

“That’s it,” he murmurs, like you’ve done something right.

The praise shoves you over the edge.

You scream.

Your whole body locks, your toes curling, your back arching off the couch as the orgasm rips through you—hot and sharp and overwhelming, pleasure blooming outward in a wave so intense it hurts.

Hoseok doesn’t move.

Doesn’t let you go.

Just stays there, tongue pressing slow, devastating circles into your clit as you shake, your release gushing over his chin, his cheeks—

But he doesn’t care.

He just licks you clean.

“Three,” he breathes, satisfaction curling around the word like smoke.

You wail.

He hums, amused.

Then—

He flattens his tongue against your clit, lips sealing over the aching bud, and sucks.

Your scream is immediate.

Too much, too fast, too soon, the overstimulation like a live current dragging you under—

“No, no—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he says smoothly, and then—

His fingers push inside.

You sob.

It’s instant—the unbearable stretch, the precise, practiced curl against that devastating spot, the obscene squelch of your own arousal as he fucks into you, his tongue relentless, his fingers ruthless.

The orgasm slams into you before you can fight it.

Your vision whites out.

Your whole body seizes, your breath stalling in your throat as you clench down on his fingers, every muscle locking tight, pleasure ripping through you so violently you almost black out.

His mouth never leaves you.

“Four,” he says against your skin, barely pulling away before his lips wrap around you again.

The suction is brutal.

You jerk, shrieking, your walls still spasming around his fingers, your nerves already fried—

But it doesn’t matter.

Because the next one is already building.

Your body is chained to it now, helpless against the tidal wave of sensation, every cell in your body primed to keep going.

He knows.

Hoseok knows.

“That’s it, Chip,” he murmurs, almost proud. 

His fingers stroke inside you, his mouth working your clit with calculated, rhythmic flicks, forcing you to stay on the edge, forcing your body to keep trembling under his hands, forcing you into a state of constant, inescapable pleasure—

“You’re learning.”

Your scream splinters into another orgasm.

“Five,” he purrs.

You’re crying.

Because you’re still coming.

Still coming when the next one starts, the two colliding, blurring into each other, your body locked in an endless cycle of pleasure, every sensation rolling into the next and the overstimulation is hellish, a wildfire under your skin, your walls still fluttering, still convulsing around his fingers, still unable to stop, still being dragged under—

He doesn’t let go.

Your legs are twitching, muscles seizing, your mouth falling open in a silent, wrecked moan—

“Six,” he breathes.

Your vision goes fuzzy.

Your body collapses against the couch, limbs trembling, sweat slick on your skin, pleasure roaring in your veins—

“Seven.”

Your breath shatters.

It doesn’t stop.

It won’t stop.

Hoseok’s voice is quiet, distant, a soft rasp in your ringing ears.

“You’re remarkable.”

Your body is still shaking. Your brain is gone.

And then—

The first real pause.

A moment to breathe.

You gasp, chest heaving, legs twitching. Your entire body feels wrecked, like you’ve been torn apart and remade.

You can’t move.

You couldn’t if you tried.

Hoseok chuckles darkly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, fingers sliding against his soaked lips.

He’s drenched.

Jaw wet, chin slick with your release.

He looks fucking filthy.

He looks fucking hot.

And so goddamn pleased with himself.

Your mind is floating, but your body is trembling. Your breath still hasn’t evened out. Your skin is burning, your clit pulsing, your thighs still shaking.

He smirks.

“Look at you.”

A warm hand spreads over your ass, massaging the flushed, tender skin.

"You’ve given me seven, Chip." His tone is almost soothing, like he's pleased. Like he's proud of you.

The heat in your belly tightens.

His fingers drag through your soaked folds, slow, teasing.

You whimper.

He hums.

"One more."

Your stomach drops.

Your eyes fly open, panic surging in your chest—

But Hoseok just laughs.

His fingers slip inside.

The stretch is devastating.

He leans in, voice a whisper against your ear—

"Let’s finish the first half, shall we?"

You can still feel the last orgasm pulsing inside you.

Your muscles twitch with every aftershock, your thighs trembling, your walls fluttering around his fingers even as he slows his movements. Your breath is still ragged, uneven, your skin damp with sweat.

But you’re not done.

Neither is he.

Hoseok knows.

He’s watching—waiting—taking in every tremor, every unconscious clench, every microscopic shift in your overstimulated body.

“Pl—please—" you manage to croak out because there’s seriously no way you can keep cumming like this.

But your body clearly has different ideas.

So he hums, tilts his head. “You’re not coming down, are you?”

You can’t form a reply. But that’s okay. He already knows the answer.

The pleasure is still there, smoldering low in your belly, a slow, molten burn that refuses to fade.

Hoseok chuckles. 

“Good.”

Before you can brace—before you can breathe—

His fingers leave you.

You wail.

But then—

You're moving.

Your body is weightless for a second before the leather disappears beneath you. You yelp as he flips you effortlessly, dragging you onto your back, thighs draped over his arms, your entire body stretched out beneath him.

He’s still fully dressed.

White dress shirt clinging to his shoulders, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black dress pants still perfectly fitted against his waist.

And you—

You are bare.

Slick and flushed and open for him, laid out like some kind of experiment.

You don’t know why the comparison makes you wetter.

His hands slide under your knees, pressing them up toward your chest. The shift changes everything—the angle, the pressure, the way your swollen, aching clit is now completely exposed to the air.

You shudder.

He watches.

Hoseok’s eyes darken. “Let’s try something new.”

A new wave of arousal pulses through you.

Then—

His thumb presses against your perineum.

Your whole body jolts.

The pressure is light—just a warm, steady presence against that sensitive patch of skin, pressing upward, sending a strange, unfamiliar sensation curling through your core.

Your breath stutters. “What—”

“Relax.” His voice is low, measured. “Just feel.”

Then his mouth is back on your clit, and—

Fuck.

It’s different.

The dual stimulation—his lips wrapped around you, his tongue flicking over your swollen bud, his thumb applying that slow, torturous pressure beneath you—

Your vision whites out.

You scream.

The pleasure is deeper, like it’s coming from somewhere else entirely, like a direct tap into something raw and untouched inside you. 

The pressure beneath your entrance makes everything tighter, amplifying every sensation, making you ache in a way that feels utterly foreign.

Hoseok groans against you. “That’s it.”

Your thighs tremble.

The orgasm sneaks up on you—doesn’t build so much as it erupts, slamming into you before you even realize you’re close. Your whole body arches, the tension snapping, pleasure ripping through your core—

And then—

Another.

And another.

Your body is spiraling, the pleasure cascading, one peak slamming into the next with no time to recover, your hips jerking, your nails digging into his arms—

Your vision swims.

Your throat is raw from moaning.

Hoseok just smirks.

He pulls away, lips shining with your slick, his tongue flicking out to lick the corner of his mouth.

Your chest heaves.

"Eight," he murmurs.

Your stomach drops.

Because he isn’t stopping.

Hoseok tilts his head, dragging a single finger through your soaked folds.

"You’re still trembling," he notes, almost amused.

Your whimper is pitiful.

Your whole body is still twitching, still throbbing with the aftershocks. You feel the orgasms reverberating through your core, stretching out the pleasure, making it impossible to come down.

And he’s going to use it.

Hoseok’s fingers flex against your thighs. “Let’s see how many we can chain together.”

Fucking sadist.

Fucking masochist, you, for enjoying it.

You know what he’s doing.

He’s taking advantage of your body’s responsiveness. Pushing you through a continuous orgasm cycle, keeping your muscles engaged, forcing your body into a loop of release after release, making it impossible to stop—

A whimper breaks from your throat.

Hoseok smiles.

"See, how you can behave if you want to?"

Then—

His fingers sink back inside you, and—

The pleasure surges forward like a breaking wave.

Your body clenches, your walls fluttering around him as the next orgasm takes over before the last one even fades.

Your body can’t tell the difference anymore.

There’s no start or stop, no separation between each peak—just one long, continuous state of pleasure, your muscles locking tight, your mouth open in a silent scream, the overstimulation forcing you to the brink again and again and again—

"L-let m-me—"

“That's nine.”

Your thighs tremble.

The pleasure is never-ending.

Every time it ebbs, every time it flickers even slightly, Hoseok adjusts. He keeps you there, keeps you riding the high, his fingers curving deep, his palm grinding against your clit, his voice keeping you spiraling—

“Ten.”

Your stomach flips.

He’s doing it on purpose.

Drawing them out.

Tearing you apart.

Your whole body is dripping, slick everywhere, thighs shaking as another orgasm slams through you, your muscles clamping down around his fingers, his wrist soaked with your release.

Your moan is hoarse.

Hoseok just smirks.

“Eleven.”

Your vision blurs.

You don’t even know how many are left.

You don’t know how much time has passed.

Your body isn’t yours anymore—it's his, his to push, his to mold, his to fucking train.

A sob rips from your throat.

Hoseok groans, his fingers fucking into you harder, his mouth brushing your ear—

“You’re perfect for me, Chip.”

Your whole body locks up.

The next orgasm slams into you without warning.

It’s violent, a full-body seizure, your muscles spasming, your breath stuck in your throat—

Hoseok grins.

“Twelve.”

Your vision goes black.

And he still isn’t finished.

Your body is wrecked.

You can feel it—the deep, aching exhaustion settling in your muscles, the uncontrollable twitch in your thighs, the overstimulation thrumming through every raw, abused nerve ending.

And he isn’t stopping.

You’re still trembling, pleasure still echoing through your core, your cunt still clenching helplessly around nothing, searching for something to hold onto, something to pull you down from the endless, unbearable high—

But Hoseok won’t give it to you.

Instead—

He laughs.

Low and quiet. Amused.

Like he’s barely even bothered.

Like your suffering is entertainment.

Your whimper is wrecked. "No more—"

Hoseok hums, dragging his fingers through the absolute mess between your legs, spreading it slow, smearing the evidence of your undoing across your inner thighs.

"Poor thing." His voice is gentle. Mocking. "Already begging?"

You sob.

Your arms shake as you try to lift yourself up—just enough to see him, just enough to plead, but the movement makes you dizzy, makes your vision blur, makes the world tilt—

And then—

He presses against you.

A new heat. A new kind of pressure, one that makes your walls flutter with desperate, helpless need.

Because—

Oh, fuck.

His cock.

It’s thick, the outline unmistakable beneath his dress pants, hot and solid where it presses into your soaking slit, the warmth searing through the fabric.

Your whole body locks.

He just stays there.

Utterly still. Pressed against you. Completely unshaken.

Watching.

Waiting.

His head tilts. “You want it already?”

Your breath shatters. "Yes."

It comes out wrecked, a plea, a sob, a humiliating, desperate confession.

Hoseok exhales through his nose, disappointed.

"You were so eager to earn my cock before," he murmurs, rolling his hips—just barely, just enough to tease, to let you feel the size of him through his pants, to let you ache for it.

Your mewl.

"Now you just want me to give it to you?"

You nod frantically, tears spilling over your cheeks. "Please—"

He chuckles.

And then—

He grabs your chin.

The grip is firm, fingers pressing into your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb swipes over your wet cheek, smearing the tear tracks across your skin.

His smile is cruel.

“Three more, Chip.”

Your stomach plummets.

Three.

Your breath shudders. "No—"

"Three more." His grip tightens. "Then I’ll give this weeping cunt exactly what it needs."

Your whole body shudders.

The words land hot in your gut, twisting and humiliating and burning. Your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing, aching, soaked, still dripping for him.

You sob—pout—shaking your head, but he just laughs.

“Come now, Chip.” He releases your chin, exhaling through his nose as he leans back against the couch, rolling his sleeves up higher, the Rolex at his wrist gleaming in the low light.

Then—

His legs spread.

The black slacks stretch over thick, muscular thighs, and he pats one of them—calm, nonchalant.

A simple, silent command.

Your fingers dig into the leather beneath you, lungs fighting for air, because—

No.

No, no, no—

"You want my cock?" His voice is easy, like he's bored, like this is a waste of his time. "Then work for it."

Your vision blurs.

He won’t help.

He won’t help you.

He wants you to do it yourself.

You sob.

But you move.

Shaky, wobbly, exhausted—you crawl into his lap, straddling his thigh, knees pressing into the couch cushions, cunt slick and aching as it spreads over the firm muscle beneath you.

The heat of him—his body, his skin, his cock still impossibly hard beneath his slacks—

It’s too much.

Your whimper is humiliating.

"Go on," Hoseok murmurs, arms draped over the back of the couch, watching you passively, as if this isn’t even worth his effort.

Your exhale is rather needy.

Fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him, hating the way this makes you feel—needy, desperate, fucking pathetic.

But you grind.

The first drag of your clit against his thigh makes your whole body jolt.

It’s instant.

The friction—just enough to sting, to spark that unbearable ache again, to keep you there, to make your swollen bud throb with every roll of your hips—

Hoseok hums. “That’s it.”

Your whole body trembles.

You rock forward again, the slick mess between your legs smearing everywhere, soaking through the fabric of his pants, making each movement obscene.

"Pathetic," he murmurs, almost amused.

Your face burns.

But you don’t stop.

Your movements grow sloppier, thighs shaking, the pressure almost unbearable, every drag sending sharp, electric heat curling through your stomach, your breath coming faster, voice breaking on every exhale—

And then it’s there. It’s right there, once more.

Your orgasm tears through you.

Your vision goes white, your muscles locking up, hips stuttering against his thigh as the pleasure overwhelms you—

Hoseok clicks his tongue.

"You can do better."

Your sob shakes through your chest.

Before you can breathe, before you can stop trembling, before you can even begin to recover—

Strong hands grip your waist.

And move you.

Your body jerks as he shifts you into place—straddling his lap, pressed directly against his cock.

Your whole body locks.

You can feel it now, properly, not his thigh anymore, nothing to dull the reality of it—his cock is huge, solid and burning hot beneath his slacks, nestled perfectly between your soaked folds, the ridge of it pressing directly into your clit.

A broken sob tears from your throat.

Hoseok grins.

"That’s better."

You shake your head. "No more—"

"Two more," he corrects, fingers tracing down your sides, barely touching you, refusing to help. "You still want it, don’t you?"

You whine. "Yes—"

"Then move."

Knots form in your chest.

Because you do.

Because you have to.

Because you need it.

Even as the shame burns, even as the overstimulation shreds through you, even as your vision swims, even as you sob against his shoulder—

You grind.

And Hoseok just smirks.

"That’s my girl."

Your whole body is trembling.

Shaking with exhaustion, with pleasure, with ruin.

But Hoseok is not done with you.

Not yet.

Not until you give him two more.

So you continue grinding against him, thighs burning, chest heaving, your entire body stretched too thin. Your clit is aching, so overstimulated it feels like a volcano against the hard press of his cock.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s everything at once.

You sob against his shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for anything to hold onto—

And then—

Warm hands.

Hoseok’s hands.

They move.

Not fast. Not rough.

Just… slow.

Slipping from the couch rest behind him, dragging down the curve of your back, lingering at your waist. Large and steady, fingertips pressing into your hips with that familiar, unshaken control.

A slow inhale.

A pause.

And then—

He guides you.

His grip tightens, pressing your hips down against him, rolling them in slow, devastating circles over the thick length of his clothed cock.

A wrecked cry breaks from your throat.

“There we go.” His voice is soft, soothing, his breath warm against your temple. “Let me help, baby.”

Tears well up on you eyelids.

Nails clench into his shoulders as he moves you, pressing your soaked cunt over the stiff heat beneath his slacks, dragging your swollen clit over every ridge and vein.

The friction is perfect.

The pressure is blinding.

And then—

His lips find your throat.

Your breath catches.

Soft, wet kisses drag down your neck—lingering, teasing, maddening—before his mouth descends.

Lower.

Lower.

His tongue flicks over your nipple, warm and wet, before his lips wrap around the peak and—

Oh, fuck.

A sharp suck.

Your entire body jolts.

Your moan is shattered.

His tongue swirls over the hardened bud, lips moving slow and sweet, sucking like you’re dripping with sugar, like he can taste your ruin on his tongue.

Your hips jerk.

Your walls clench down on nothing.

You’re so close.

And Hoseok knows.

"Look at you," he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with something sweet, something warm. 

His hands squeeze at your waist, pressing you harder against him, making you feel him, making sure you grind yourself open for him properly.

"Like caramel stretched too thin.” His teeth scrape your nipple, making you cry out. “Glistening, golden, melting all over me."

Your stomach flutters.

The words shove you over the edge.

Your body locks up, the orgasm ripping through you like a flood, so sharp, so raw, that you nearly collapse. Your walls flutter helplessly, your thighs trembling, the pleasure surging through every raw, aching nerve.

Hoseok groans.

“Fourteen,” he breathes, sucking hard at your nipple, letting your pleasure drip onto his slacks, soaking through the fabric, making you suffer in the overstimulation—

And then he flips you.

You gasp.

Your back hits the couch, thighs sprawled wide, and before you can even process it—

His hand is between your legs.

His fingers slide through your wrecked, swollen folds, pressing against your entrance, teasing, mocking, before thrusting deep—

Your scream catches in your throat.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice is so soft, so cruel, the pads of his fingers ruthless as they curl inside you, pressing against a spot so deep inside you that makes you convulse.

You sob, shaking your head, too much, too much, but he just shushes you, voice thick with mock sympathy.

"You've been holding out on me, haven't you?"

Spit catches in your throat. "W-what—"

Hoseok chuckles.

Deep, pleased, knowing.

"Don't worry, baby." A sharp thrust, his fingers spreading inside you. "I'll show you."

You whimper, legs kicking uselessly, body fighting something you don’t understand—

And then—

A firm press against your lower belly.

And then—

Another thrust.

The pleasure shifts.

It's new. It's deeper, sharper, something different curling at the base of your spine, something building too fast, something—

"Hoseok—"

"Shh," he soothes. "Just let go, baby."

Your stomach tightens.

The pressure is unbearable.

Your walls clench, your whole body shaking, something hot and unbearable coiling deep inside you, something you can't stop, something rushing to the surface, something—

"Oh—fuck—"

Your body takes over.

"Let it happen. Trust me."

Trust him.

You do. You absolutely trust him.

And maybe that’s the problem, or maybe that’s the solution.

Your thighs tremble, your spine arches, your vision blurs—

And then—

You gush.

Your whole body seizes, pleasure ripping through you in a violent surge, liquid spurting out of you, drenching his hand, his pants, the couch, your thighs—

You scream.

Your muscles lock, your walls fluttering helplessly, your release spurting in hot, wet pulses as Hoseok groans, watching you fall apart completely.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with awe.

Your body shakes.

Your mind spins.

Because—

Because—

What the fuck just happened?

Your whole body is trembling, gasping for air, blinking dazedly as the aftershocks pulse through you, as your thighs twitch, as the overwhelming humiliation of what just happened sinks in.

You whimper. "Hobi—"

He shushes you.

Soft. Gentle. Warm.

His hands move immediately—stroking down your sides, pressing into the muscles that are still twitching, still wreckedfrom the relentless overstimulation.

"You did so well," he murmurs, voice thick with something warm, something sweet. "So well for me, Chip."

His lips find your forehead, pressing a slow, lingering kiss there.

Your whole body melts.

His hands don’t stop moving—brushing over your ribs, tracing the curve of your waist, grounding you, reminding you that you’re safe, that you’re here, that he has you.

"Poor thing." His voice is low, gentle.

A kiss to your temple.

“So sweet when you cry for me."

A kiss to your cheek.

“Like honey dripping from the comb.”

A brush of lips against your jaw.

“You ready for your reward now, baby?"

Your whole body shudders.

You nod, desperate, a wrecked little whimper escaping your lips—

And Hoseok laughs, dark and pleased, as he finally moves to cradle you.

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[huskersbooze]

Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-” 

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

-----

You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

-----

[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words. 

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured. 

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

-----

She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

-----

[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

----

The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

[notsodelirious]

Hi! I'm sorry idk if this is an overly specific request, so please feel free to omit any details that you want Could I request Jason Todd with a reader (either trans male or gender neutral, either is fine!) who has asthma? Specifically a mix of NSFW and comfort where reader needs to take things slow and gentle during sex because of their disability and feels guilty because they feel like Jason would want to do more/be rougher, but Jason is really sweet and comforting about it. Again sorry that this is overly specific! This is a bit personal to me if that wasn't obvious lmao. I absolutely adore your writing and trust you to do this justice if you choose to take this request, but if not that's totally okay. Hope you have a good day!

hi! first off: no such thing as an overly specific request, I love those! second: I’m glad you trusted me to write this for you, I hope I didn’t disappoint!

synposis: you and Jason are enjoying your time together when you find yourself having to break away a little

notes: NFSW MDNI, vague description of an asthma attack, and reader is implied to be trans ftm but no genitalia is described, it’s all in the nicknames

tags: sex (vaginal or anal you decide lol), unreliable narrator (reader has moments of self-doubt), hurt/comfort, Jason being a softie, vaguely masc!reader, aforementioned asthma, roughly 1k words, no use of y/n

(disclaimer: I don’t personally have asthma (I mean kinda, but only triggered by my seasonal allergies, lowkey unimportant) so this is mostly based on my friend’s experience and my own but again, I don’t have asthma, just a kinda debilitating allergy)

anyway enjoy!

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The sheets were plush against your skin, warm and supporting your body as Jason rutted into you, grunting softly as he plunged his dick into your hole over and over again.

“So good for me, handsome,” he whispered as you moaned, his hands on your hips, pulling you back into each thrust, “So fucking tight for me.” You gasped as he angled his hips up, reaching deeper than before.

“Mmh, fuck, Jay-“

Jason’s hands were gentle as he petted your sides—Jason was always gentle with you. He might be a big guy but he knew how to control himself, how to fuck you without hurting you—and you knew that it would never happen intentionally. It didn’t mean your body always got the memo.

Your next gasp was strained, lungs constricted like somebody had filled your chest with tar. The next breath came out as a cough—Jason practically froze on a dime, leaning back to check on you but you were already shoving his face away in the other direction.

He let you hold him there, forcing him to stare at the adjacent wall, with your hand on his cheek, as you reached your inhaler with your other one, taking it before your attack could get any worse.

There was nothing inherently embarrassing about needing your inhaler—you’d had it since young, the moment you’d been diagnosed with asthma, and you’d used it in all types of situations when it called for it. But that didn’t mean you wanted Jason to look.

That was being too vulnerable.

Despite the fact that his cock was still currently buried deep within you.

You took a few steadying breaths as you finally let go of Jason’s face, using both hands to cap your inhaler before letting it clutter onto the bedside table.

“Okay?” he asked softly as he cupped your face—you nodded, but couldn’t quite meet his gaze, directing it downwards instead.

“Yeah,” you swallowed, and you nodded again, ignoring the tears brimming in your eyes—interrupting sex because of an asthma attack was one thing, you didn’t need a breakdown too. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? If you’re in pain we can go to the ER-“

“No,” you interrupted as you wiped away the tears of frustration and tried to regulate yourself, “No, I’m fine. I’m just- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Jason almost snorted as he pulled out of you, closing your legs for you so you were in a more comfortable position, less exposed, “Dude, that’s literally so far out of the realm of your control.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re having sex with a glass doll every time we fuck!”

“I’m not!” He backed away as you sat up, hands nervously rubbing his thighs when he realised he had nothing to do with them now that he was no longer touching you. “I’m not having sex with a glass doll, I’m having sex with you.”

“That’s not the-“ you groaned as you buried your face into your hands—this wasn’t an argument you wanted to have. You never liked arguing about sex; because it always ended up with other party admitting, yelling, that they’d rather have a partner who isn’t so fragile so they could try literally anything else for a change, that they wanted a good fuck, not a slow-paced cock warming session.

“Hey.” You reluctantly looked up at him, reluctantly met his eye, leaned into his touch when he cupped your face again, “I have no issues with the way we do this—if you need to take it slow, we take it slow.”

“You’ve got to be tired of it by now,” you said but he just shook his head, gently brushing his thumb under your eye.

“No,” he said, “No, I’m not tired of it. Because I enjoy having sex with you.”

“And the geriatric, snail paced sex doesn’t bother you?”

He seemed to try really hard to control his laughter but he caved, laughing as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you. God, his laugh—you didn’t hear it often, but you’d be damned before you ever forgot how it made your heart flutter. He kissed your temple when he finally calmed down before pulling away to look at you.

“I’d go as far as to say I love the geriatric, snail paced sex with you,” he said, “You’re hot and I love you. I love sex in any shape or form it comes, okay?”

You sighed, relaxing a little into his arms, “Yeah, okay.”

“Need more time?” he asked, nosing softly as your jaw. When you shook your head, he gently guided you back down, until you were both on your sides, face to face—he hooked your knee over his elbow, pulling your leg up so he could gain access to sink into you, making you both moan softly.

“Comfortable?”

You nodded eagerly, shifting your hips excitedly—he rolled his hips in you again, letting his cock stretch you open gently, the arm that wasn’t holding your leg up, under your head to prop it up.

“Touch yourself for me, handsome.” You were quick to comply, bringing a hand down between your bodies, moaning a little louder, trembling a little harder as you brought yourself closer to the edge.

Jason kept up the same speed, the snail pace, even when his muscles began to tense and his breath a little stuttered.The soft sound of your moans and skin meeting drenched the thick air, isolating you from the rest of the world but each other.

“Jay,” you whined as you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Still breathing okay?” he asked as he pulled you a little closer, brushing his lips against your forehead as you nodded furtively.

“Yes. Yes. Jay, I’m close-”

“Then cum for me, handsome.”

He continued to fuck you tenderly as you came, clenching down around his fat cock still buried in you, trembling and whining.

“Fuck,” he grunted at he ground his hips into yours, chasing his own orgasm, “Good boy, keep clenching around my cock like that.” You complied, bearing down as much you could, even as the overstimulation wracked through your frame. You whimpered softly when you felt his cock twitch and soon your insides flooded with warm cum.

“Mmh, fuck, ah-”

“Still okay?” Jason asked as he carefully pulled out of you and lowered your leg, only after admiring your puffy hole leaking his cum.

“Yeah,” you said softly, while you pulled yourself closer to him, resting your head against his chest as he rolled onto his back.

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Jay.”

•─────⋅☾⊱♰⊰☽⋅─────•

a/n: this was really cool to write—I’d never really considered that asthma would play such a huge part in a person’s sex life (but actually taking two seconds to think about it, like duh) but I hope this helped, and I hope you have a good day and continue to live life at whatever rhythm is comfortable for you <3

I always try to write as vaguely as possible but sometimes inclusion is also the hyperspecific so never hesitate to leave requests like this <3

requests are on hold, I am accepting them I might just not write them right away bc of uh (ignored uni work in the corner of my room) reasons

[blackrocks-king]

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[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 9 (Stripping)

Soldier Boy x Reader (NSFW)

(945 Words)

Summary: you tell Soldier Boy about your mission before hopping in the shower

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, little bit of blood, typical canon violence (it’s the boys duh), alcohol consumption, making out, striptease, heavily implied shower sex at the end

Notes: this was a fun change in pace after yesterday’s prompt LMAO anyway I love soldier boy, enjoy the fic!!!

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The door behind you closes with a slam as you catch your breath. You quickly walk over to the mirror in the corner, you take in your bloodied appearance, trying to process the completely batshit insanity that was your last mission. You feel yourself take shakily taking in deep breaths, still running high on adrenaline.

“Hey there.”

You whip your head around to see Ben, sitting on the couch, nursing a small bottle of bourbon. He looks at you, amused. Seeing you caked in blood and sweat seemed like this seemed just like a normal Tuesday for Ben, considering all his experiences way back in the day during his glory days as the legendary Soldier Boy, where he would be in the same position as you.

“Hi,” you reply, staring at him for a moment.

“What happened to you? You look like shit,” he grins.

“You-” you make your way over to him, slumping down on the couch beside him, not giving a shit about the dried up blood occupying your clothes. “…Have no idea.” you sigh. With a subtle nod, he passes you the bottle, where you swiftly gulp down a couple sips, feeling that delicious burn run down your throat. “Where’s?-”

“Butcher and the cum guzzler?” You nod at him witch a chuckle. “They’re out, doing god only knows what, which gives us…” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in. “…The perfect opportunity to release some of that pent up adrenaline.” You meet his gaze, brilliantly hazel with flecks of green staring at you wolfishly.

“You know what?” You take his hand in yours, pulling him up, “I think I’d like that”

“There we go,” he chuckles. Once he gets up to his feet, Ben can’t keep his hands off you. His large hands are on your waist, gripping the small of your back.

You lean in to kiss him, and he tilts his head to yours, giving you access. The sensation of his tongue in your mouth sends shivers down your spine, letting out a soft groan. Ben lets out a perverted snicker, as his hands make their way to your ass, groping you firmly, keeping flush against his chest.

Your feverish make out session leads you two to the bathroom, messily slamming the door as you find yourself positioned sitting on the closed toilet.

“Easy there, Soldier Boy,” you chide, annunciating his hero name with a sensual drawl, biting his lip gently as you pull away from his kiss, maneuvering yourself on top of him. “As much as I’d love for you to completely wreck me,” you continue, getting up from straddling him, “I feel fucking disgusting.”

“That’s alright babe,” Ben says eagerly, “I don’t mind a little mess.” He winks.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” you voice flirtatiously, “I was hoping you could watch me take off these messy clothes,” you lean back toward the sink, “…And maybe join me in the shower?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Ben lets out a low, gravelly chuckle. You sense the heat in his voice and hearing it sends arousal shooting to your sex, which begins to ache in anticipation. “You make a very tempting offer, I’m in.”

You shoot him a sly look as you begin to undress yourself slowly. “You wanna know how I got all bloody?” You glance over to Ben, who lets out a noise of approval. “I was hunting a supe, nothing special, one of the D-listers.” The first item to go is your jacket, which you unzip slowly, giving Ben access to look at your chest, which prominent through the fabric of your shirt.

“He was on the run after getting himself in hot water with Vought.” The jacket hits the floor as you continue to speak. “Unfortunately for him, he ran into me before Vought could get to him.” Next, off come your pants. You turn around, giving Ben a decent view of your ass before teasing him with just enough, and turning back around. “He had some info I needed, and was too stupid to give it to me, so I figured it would be better to put him out of his misery before Vought got their claws in him and probably would’ve done something worse.”

You find yourself on top of Ben once again, pulling off your shirt, exposing your upper half to him. You can feel his length, hard and eager through his grey sweatpants. Coquettishly, you decide to have a little fun, grinding on him ever so slightly. A guttural moan erupts from Ben’s throat, you can’t tell if the wet patch is coming from you or Ben as you feel the arousal rip through you. Left in nothing but your underwear, you reach the peak of your story.

“He put up a fight- more of one than I thought, but it wasn’t so bad once I crushed his skull with my bare hands.” You get off him abruptly, not wanting to finish this before it even gets started. You flip open the shower curtain and turn on the faucet, hearing the shower pour down.

Slipping off your final piece of clothing, you are completely nude as you motion for Ben to take off his own clothes and meet you in the shower.

“Jesus,” he stares at you in awe, getting up and frantically removing his own clothes, haphazardly tossing his Giants jersey to the side and ripping off his sweatpants. “My god, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he grunts, before sliding his arm around you and pulling you into the shower with him.

You giggle before pulling him into a sloppy kiss, sliding the shower curtain closed behind you.

[spid3namy]

— AUGUST

pairing : e!42 miles x mixed!female reader

summary : rumors spread like wildfire around school, everyone knew everyone's business. who knew the only rumor about you and your boyfriend would be true...?

contains : angst, cheating, song inspired (obviously), they are mid to late teens, miles lowkey stupid asf, implied lying (kind of), might have some incorrect spanish, cussing, not proof read

divider creds : saradika

word count : 2031

notes : lowkey, i only wrote this cus i literally love this song and figured why not write angst. this is my way of being productive while also being lazy asf LMAO. i probably might start a taglist for people who wanna be tagged when i post new things but we’ll see. anyways, i hope you enjoy the story <3

“Will you call when you're back at school...?”

Summer vacation.

For some, it was a great way to get away from school. To hang out with friends, to spend time with family. Others, it was nothing but a cruel and long three and a half months. 

For you, it was supposed to be a great three and a half months!

Until you found out that you were being shipped away to your grandparents house to spend time with them. Sure, you loved your grandparents but they were just.. so old. Summer was supposed to be the time when you hung out with your best friends!

And most importantly, your boyfriend! But no. 

Before you knew it, you had been packed up and sent on a flight all the way up to the shitty state of Washington. And that’s cruelly how you spent your summer vacation. Being around old people for a long three and a half months literally sucked.

September 18.

The day school started was a nightmare.

Rumors spread around like wild-fire at Visions Academy. Well, you knew that much. Especially with all the rumors that happened last year about the girl that had gotten pregnant. Of course, that rumor had been a lie. But everyone knew about it in the spam of like 20 minutes.

“Y/N! Have you heard yet?”

Your best friend, Juno, is the first one to come up to you the moment you walk through the doors. She was always so pretty when she came to school. If you all didn’t have to wear uniforms, she’d probably be the hottest girl in school with those fire ass fits you knew she owned.

“Heard what exactly?”

“Okay, so I’m guessing you haven’t heard then.”

You look at the girl and raise an eyebrow, brushing your braids behind your shoulder to flow down your back. What the hell was she on about now? Juno was your best friend, yes, but she was too into the gossip the school had going on. Most times, you couldn’t even believe the words she said. 

“Well, are ya gonna tell me?”

Juno stared at you for a few moments before she shrugged, figuring that if you really wanted to know then she would tell you. Even if she knew it was gonna hurt you, it was best if you found out from her and not some random stranger who probably would tell it in the worst way possible.

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Uh.. okay? I promise.”

Juno let out a breath and gripped the strap of her tote bag tightly before she spoke in a mess of jumbled up words. “Okay so basically, I heard from Dorothea who heard it from Suki who heard it from Rose who heard it from Verity who heard it from Betty who heard it from Venus, herself, that she and Miles had a little fling over the summer.”

You blink as you watch Juno suck in a huge intake of air. She was acting as though she had been waiting a long time to gain some type of air in her lungs. 

You soon burst out into laughter and shook your head, holding your stomach as you laughed. Juno watched you with confusion clear on your face; she clearly didn’t understand what the hell was funny. 

Once you had slowly started to calm down, you wiped an imaginary tear from your eye and shook your head, looking at the female. 

“Whew, thanks Jun, I really needed a laugh today.”

“I’m being serious, Y/N. I totally think it’s true too!”

“That’s ridiculous, Miles would never do anything like that. Me and he are locked in.”

Juno stares at you before she shrugged; the two of you started your descent down the hallway to where your shared first class was. 

“‘M just sayin’ what I heard. Only Miles would really know what happened. Just hope he doesn’t lie to you.”

You snort and roll your eyes playfully, nudging her with your shoulder and looking over at her. “He would never lie to me.”

“Whatever you say, Y/N. But just remember: men ain’t shit”

“Tha.. thank you for that, Juno. But you’re not really the greatest person to say that. Especially since you’re biased as hell.”

“What? I am not biased!” 

“Yes you are”

Juno rolled her eyes as the two of you walked into the classroom. Anatomy, the board read.

Great, seeing bodies and stuff at 8 in the morning was gonna be so fun. And it was a block class. How fun.

✰

Lunch. Possibly the only good thing about being at this stupid school. You and Juno stand in line together, looking at all the options of food you can pick out. It’s not much. Pizza, nachos, salads, and hot dogs. Barf. 

You let out a sigh and grabbed a plate that had a pretty decent sized slice of pizza. Juno looks over at you and makes a face before she reaches over to grab a salad. The two of you quickly scan your school ids to pay for the food before you walk over to a table where Miles had been sitting. He had been there alone for a while now. 

He was fortunate enough to have his own food.

Juno sits in front of you two before she nudges her head over to the male who was too busy drawing in his stupid sketchbook to even notice that you were even there. You give a look before you sit down next to your boyfriend, peering over his shoulder a little to see what he was doing.

“Whatcha drawin’?”

“You.”

The answer was so flat, so blunt. It caused your cheeks to heat up when you realized that he was, in fact, drawing you. Miles had always been so good at drawing. It was one of his many talents. 

“You two make me sick.”

“You’re just jealous, Jun. It’s not our fault that your mystery girl doesn’t know you exist.”

Juno lets out a dramatic cry and puts her head down when you mention the girl she had a crush on since 8th grade. It was a little cute that she’s liked her for so long. Yet, she has never even attempted to make a move on her.

“I just wish Leni would notice me.”

“Just talk to her, it ain’t that hard.” That earned Miles a glare despite the fact that he didn’t even really see it. Not like he really cared. He was just speaking the truth.

“Not everyone is brave enough for that, Miles.”

“Jus’ quit being a fuckin’ pussy and talk to her.”

Juno glared at him more and started to stand up. You shake your head quickly to get her to sit down. You already knew where this was headed and you really didn’t want the two of them to get into a huge argument. Not again. Not this school year.

Juno lets out a noise of frustration before she sits back down, her hand gripping the fork in her hands tightly. 

“At least, I didn’t cheat on my girlfriend.”

That seemed to gain his attention. Miles looked up from his sketchbook and quickly put his pencil down, looking at her with a look that could only be described as anger.

“Where the hell did you hear that from?”

“Miles..”

“Callarse la boca”

You look offended by his words but you don’t have time to dwell on it before Miles speaks again, his voice clear with annoyance.

“Where did you hear that from, Juno? Huh?!”

“Dorothea told me.”

Miles takes a deep breath at that, his nostrils flaring slightly as he lets out a deep and heavy exhale. He was screwed because now you knew about it. And he knew how you were going to act now that you knew. 

“Why are you gettin’ so upset, babe? It’s not like it’s true, right?”

Miles looks over at you and sighs, his shoulders tensing up as he clears his throat awkwardly. Guess it was time to be honest now. 

“Mi vida, listen... it-”

You blink and stare at you, anger slowly starting to fill up your body. You don’t even let him get another word out before you raise your hand and slap him. The feeling caused his face to sting, his face turned to the side from the impact. He lets out a slow breath and nods to himself; he knew he deserved it. 

“Fuck you, Morales.”

And with those harsh words spat, you get up and walk away from him. Juno and Miles both watch as you leave before Juno looks over at him, shaking her head and letting out a sigh.

“You fucked up man.”

“No, really? Thanks for the news flash, sherlock.”

“Don’t get smart with me, boy.”

Miles glares at the girl as she gets up and goes after you. God, he was so fucking stupid!

✰

It’s been a week since you last spoke to Miles. You have been avoiding him at school and even went as far as changing seats in the classes you shared with him. You did everything in your power to try and be as far away from him as possible. Miles didn’t seem to let that affect him.

Even if you were far away from him, he would still do his very hardest to talk to you. To explain what happened between him and Venus over the summer. But of course, you didn’t listen. Couldn’t listen to a word he said. It would be nothing but a lie.

Juno was right; men ain’t shit.

It was almost sickening to think that your once loyal and sweet boyfriend would turn out to be a dirty, rotten cheater! And to think it only took one summer for him to change. That was so fucked up man. You hated how easily you had allowed yourself to be betrayed. 

How could someone be so sweet one minute then betray you the first chance they got? It really made no sense to you. 

A knock on your bedroom door was enough to pull yourself from your thoughts. Your head snapped up just as the door opened to reveal Juno, a sheepish smile on her face as she practically jumped on you.

“What are you doin’ here, Jun?”

“I was summoned by your father.”

You let out a snort and roll your eyes, moving over slightly to give her more room to sit on the bed. It was sweet how she wanted to comfort you but you already knew it wasn’t going to work. You were too hurt to ever feel better after just a few visits but you appreciate the effort.

“Should I beat his ass?”

“No.. it’s fine, Jun. I don’t really care, ya know? I already got over it!”

“Mhm. and is that why you’re still avoiding him?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Juno lets out a chuckle and moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder gently and pulling you closer for a side hug. It was the best thing she could think of doing right now. 

“Ya know.. He’s stupid for doing that to you. He don’t know what he’s missing.”

And that did it. Before you knew it, you had burst out into tears. Juno rubbed the side of your arm gently and allowed you to cry on her shoulder, soaking her shirt with your tears. She knew you probably needed this right now.

“I fuckin’ hate him, Jun.”

“I know, Y/N.”

“I wish I never met him!”

“I know, Y/N”

The two of you stay like that for an hour. Maybe longer. Who knew? It didn’t matter anyway. Juno was too busy trying to comfort you while you bawled your eyes out. It hurt so fucking much. 

All the trust that you had put into Miles was now gone. 

And it was all his fault. 

Seeing him everyday at school hurt worse than any pain imaginable. But at least you had Juno by your side, you knew she would never hurt you. She was your best friend. She was different than him.

You wish you had never fallen in love with Miles Morales.

[diorsluv]

feather , part 19

“ you act like a bitch ”

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[graysparrowao3]

How to Keep a Man and Lose a Devil: Complete

On November 3rd 2024, @crowwolf suggested an idea for a fic called "How to Keep a Man and Lose a Devil".

About six months later... ✨ ta-dah! ✨ Somehow my first bona fide romance is about these idiots. lmao. How did that even happen?

This was an absolute blast to write! Thank you so much @crowwolf, and also to @lemonsrosesandlavender, @threerattsinatrenchcoat, and @twirly-yuu for ideas that contributed to the story. <3

Summary:

Just when it looked like the lads might actually make something of their lives, Rugan was beaten to death. A devil offers Aradin a deal he can't refuse.

Now the two of them must work out how to break an infernal contract and not kill each other while bound in service to Raphael and navigating what is definitely not a relationship. Joke's on them, this is a love story.

Words: 68,258, Chapters 14/14.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst & Humour with a Happy Ending, Alcohol/Drinking, Idiots in Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse.

✨ Link on AO3 ✨

I'll put a lil snippet below the cut!

            “You’re a devil,” Aradin muttered. “Can’t imagine you’ve got picnics and cuddling kittens in mind.”

            “Delightful though that sounds, I’m afraid not. But for the foul pestilence of love? Would you not bend the rules a little for this… ‘Ru’ of yours?”

            The air in Aradin's throat caught hard. Cheap trick of the fiend to pull that name out like that. Knew what he was trying to do, and it was bloody well working. Aradin's tongue scratched dry, chest tight with fearsome palpitations. He dragged a sweat-lined palm over his jaw.

            “Going once…” Raphael waved a hand as his voice rippled through the room. “Twice…”

            “Alright,” Aradin barked, a furious scowl across his face. “I get it.” He blinked, and the broken ruins of the man he got killed flashed in his mind.

            “Deal.”

            “A most agreeable choice.” Raphael snapped his fingers and a length of parchment, emblazoned with glowing scarlet marks fluttered before the adventurer. Aradin squinted at the floating, arcane letters.

            Shit.

            He didn’t read Infernal.

            “The moment I have your signature, you will find the decomposing man a corpse no longer.”

            Who reads bloody Infernal, anyway?

            Oh. Right.

            Aradin swallowed. “Then what?”

            This was a bad idea.

            “Then do as you please, mortal,” Raphael snapped. “Until such a time I see fit to call upon you. At which time you shall do whatsoever it is that I please.”

            Really fecking bad.

            Aradin strained to control the tremble under his thick leather gauntlets. He’d probably had worse jobs, he told himself, made worse decisions an’ all. That was a lie, and even he knew it, but if he was going to say no, he would’ve done it already. Devil clearly knew that.

            Yeah, he’d fucked up before. Big time. Only this time there was something he could do about it.

            And he couldn’t leave the man dead. Not after he’d saved his life.

            Still had something he never got to tell him.

            The sick smile on the cambion broadened as the adventurer reached out, scarred brow furrowed dark and pained. As soon as Aradin’s mark was applied to the contract, Raphael whipped the air up with a sickening flair. The parchment disappeared in a flurry of flame, almost taking the adventurer’s fingertips with it.

            “Await my command with devotion, little lamb, for what Hell hath given, it can most surely take away.”

[yearninqheart]

fine line

We’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

pairing: regulus black x reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, non-magic/muggle au, exes to lovers—technically, some angst, some fluff, reader is mentioned to be sick, sort of implies player!reg, trust fund kid!reg, potter!reader (the occupation, not the surname)

warnings: Walburga Black gets her own warning (briefly mentioned), mentions of eating, not proofread sorry. lmk if i missed anything please!

notes: let’s not talk about how i dipped after posting two sandman fics and a (now cancelled) series master for c!w*lbur i never even posted chapter one for. but anyways, heyy how’ve y’all been?? <3 if you follow my main this isn’t even the fic i’ve been talking about, technically. i have a longer reg fic in the works that i hope to finish one day atp lmao. let me know what you think of this fic in the meantime though, i’m apologize for my rusty writing this is more so a writing practice for me but i did have this prompt in my notes for a while so, here she is!

"It took you long enough." Regulus said with a huff, hand still midair about to knock before you had swung the door open, which leads you to the situation you were now thrust into: your ex-boyfriend standing in your doorway with bags of groceries and takeout in hand.

"Regulus I'm really-" He barely lets you speak before easily letting himself in, setting the bags onto your countertops as he began preparing whatever it was he had bought. "Not in the mood right now..."

Seeing as he's already throwing ingredients into one of your pots, there would be no use in even trying to get him to leave so you shut the door behind you and decided to take a seat at the island, watching as he worked. However, the moment you even took a step forward he was setting down the knife and urging you to go to bed.

"You need to rest, I don't care how much sleep you say you got, you need more. Go. I'll leave some tea by your nightstand." Was all he said before guiding you back to your room and closing the door, barely letting you face him before the door closed, leaving you with too many thoughts when all your body wanted was to curl back into bed. And given that Regulus was seemingly going to be making dinner, there was really no reason to not listen to him. 

When you woke up again, who knows how many hours later, you found a cup of tea by your nightstand as promised, steam coming off the top of it as you took a sip. It briefly brought a small smile to your face before you remembered who exactly it was that put it there.

You felt much better as you got out of bed, taking a moment to stretch before walking towards the hallway where Regulus' voice was slightly muffled due to the soft music he had left on in the background. It was a song you had once loved and played whenever Regulus came over for dinner after work. It's been a while since he's last entered your home as your boyfriend, but he seems content to live in ignorance bliss whenever he comes over-oftentimes unannounced and/or invited —and the song just so happens to appear in the queue.

Your current relationship with Regulus was complicated. The two of you had broken up nearly five months ago, putting an end to a three year relationship that was going seemingly well. One would've thought such a sudden break would cause a rift between you two (it was what you were hoping for anyways) but it appears that Regulus doesn't seem to care. You're certain he's doing it out of spite, but another part of you hopes that there's more to his actions than simply 'spite". It wasn't easy choosing to end such a perfect relationship after all, much less your choice.

As you entered the kitchen, you were met with Regulus' back as he hunched over your countertop, focused on cutting the tomatoes just right even though he knows you hate them (he says it helps with the flavour and you agree, but that doesn't stop you from hating them). You watch as he finishes prepping the food, moving effortlessly around your kitchen to find the exact items he needs. Everything is still where they were when you kicked him out five months ago, and he knows you well enough that that'll never change.

"The salt's on the table."

Except for the salt and pepper, since you were too lazy to put it back after using them last night.

"Good Morning sunshine." He joked, enjoying the way your eyes rolled at the stupid nickname as you stepped towards him.

"Whatcha making?"

"Stew. It just needs to simmer a bit more so that the vegetables cook. Do you want to freshen up while I finish up here?"

You give him a nod, your body stiffening when the normalcy between you makes you forget that you're no longer dating and you catch yourself almost leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. Too embarrassed to even look up at him, you quickly ran off to your bathroom before he could say another word.

By the time you were back, Regulus was just done setting up the dinner table. A part of you hated how you left his spot vacant even after all that's happened. You were in a new city starting anew, you didn’t need a second sea at your dinner table. However, the other part seemed to enjoy how naturally Regulus filled that spot, both the seat across from yours at the table and your home in general. Despite your numerous attempts of trying to push him out of your life he has simply refused and made it apparent he was staying in your life one way or another. Whether that be as your lover or a friend, he was there to stay.

"Dinners ready!" He hummed, catching your attention as he nodded towards your seat.

He was going to turn in the direction opposite of the table but upon noticing your silence, understood and added, "I'll join you in a sec, just going to put these dishes in the sink."

That seemed to be all you needed to hear as you took your seat at the small dinner table, waiting patiently as Regulus allowed the dishes to soak before wiping down the countertops then joining you at the table.

The meal, aside from simple requests of can you pass me some napkins and where's the salt, was silent. Music that you are now certain is playing from the playlist you made after he had moved into the apartment was still playing in the background and brought forth a wave of nostalgia you didn't think you'd get. The normalcy of it all was frustrating however, and you didn't mean to slam your spoon onto the table but he didn't even appear to be fazed by your sudden outburst. It was about time this happened. 

"Why do you keep doing this?" You asked, watching as he simply continues to finish his stew, refusing to look you in the eyes for once.

"Doing what?"

"This!" You gestured around you exaggeratedly. "Visiting me still, cooking for me, keeping me company. We broke up already, Regulus."

"I know." Came his response.

"So why do you keep showing up?" There was no malice to your question. No venom coated words or sharp tongue, only pure curiosity seeing as you've raked your mind for months wondering why he wasn't leaving you alone despite all your efforts.

For a moment, Regulus remained quiet. He didn't look up at you nor did he say a word, slowly finishing his stew and wiping his mouth before setting the plate aside to finally look at you.

"Why are you so persistent we distance ourselves?"

You almost scoffed at his question. For one, you two were now no longer dating, so why continue to see each-other as often as you did whilst dating. Secondly, neither of you will be able to properly heal and move on if the very person you've chosen to leave is still in your everyday life. And thirdly… his mother.

Walburga Black is the wife of a wealthy man in London. Wealthy enough that she was able to fund your entire move to Scotland where she had hoped would be far enough for Regulus to leave you alone and also powerful enough that she was able to even achieve that wish in the first place. The relocating part at least it seems. She had given you a generous job offering for a company she had connections to. It paid better than your job back home and allowed you some extra cash so that you wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck. All she asked of you was to ‘leave Regulus alone’. 

Obviously you had refused at first, but with a status like hers and the connections she had, it would not be worth going against her. A week after her initial offer, you had agreed to her deal with a sullen mood as she transferred an additional cheque to your account for ‘being so understanding’. You bit your tongue and simply thanked her before being escorted out of her office and to the car waiting outside. Regulus was currently on a trip to New York, so by the time he landed your cell would be deactivated and your apartment would be bare, leaving behind no traces of you or your relationship for him to hold. 

“This will be better for him.” Walburga had told you. “If there’s no traces of you ever being there, it’ll be easier for him to move on. We don’t need him clinging onto the past now do we?” 

You had agreed, because what else were you to do? 

Even you had assumed Regulus would stay in London. He had everything there, why throw it all away? But it appears that both you and his mother underestimated his dedication–although it is what continues to confuse you every time you see his face. 

"Why did you come all the way here?" Your voice was so soft he almost had to strain to hear you. "You had everything back home, why did you abandon it all just to come here? Don’t you miss your old lifestyle?"

The way he was looking at you made you feel like the answer was blatantly obvious. His brows were furrowed as he tilted his head sideways, appearing to be carefully choosing his next words before sitting up on his chair, letting his elbows rest on the table as the next song started to play from the speaker.

"I had everything back in London because I had you. What good is anything back there if you're suddenly on a train heading north?"

There it was, the confirmation you had both been dreading and waiting to hear since you stepped foot into your new apartment.

"But your mother-"

"Bought us a nice apartment to live in, I know. Such a sweet parting gift don't you think?"

You could almost laugh, had it not been for how hard your heart was pounding at the confirmation you had been waiting to hear for so long. Ironic how despite practicing how you would react when the time came you were now rendered frozen as you tried to come to terms with the fact that it finally happened.

"Regulus," You started but he cut you off by calling your name and for the first time in five months, he looked just like your Reg. He looked at you as if it hasn't been the most excruciating five months for you both, with such a tender and sweet expression you could almost melt.

You had expected the worst. Had practiced your defences for when the fight would occur but it never had the chance to bloom. Instead of getting upset, Regulus simply placed your hands in his, a thumb smoothing over the tops of your knuckles before speaking.

"Perhaps I did have everything," He began. "But I don't know why you subconsciously view me as the kind to even care if I inherit the company or not. They could give it all to the intern for all I care and I'd let them. They can take my name off their will, take back my cards and properties too and it wouldn’t even matter to me."

He saw you open your mouth to speak and cut you off before a sound could even pass your lips.

"I love you." He reminded you for the first time in five months. "I love you, even if it means I am no longer an heir to a multimillion company and my family hates me. Truly I don't care for them if the answer has always been you."

It was almost deafening how hard your heart was pounding, threatening to burst out of your chest any second now if you didn't calm down but how could you possibly do that? How could you even think to calm down when he’s just confessed his love for you at the expense of everything he’s ever known and had. 

Regulus did not say anything further, instead letting you take it all in as he hummed softly along to music while his thumb continued to run over the ridges of your knuckles.

After a moment, he brought your hands towards his face and pressed a kiss to it before clasping his other hand around your own. "I thought I was pretty forward to everyone about my affections towards you, was I not clear enough?" He mumbled quietly.

He was. Upon his first time meeting you, there was a visible shift in his attitude which all of his friends had quickly noticed. He'd decline offers of going out in favour for a quiet dinner at his penthouse with you, cancel on clubbing because you wanted to explore the waterfront when you couldn't sleep at night, he even took up pottery classes since you worked at a studio nearby his apartment and it would mean Regulus could be in your presence for longer, even if he would be bailing on a flight to Paris that his friends had invited him to.

(He thought they would get the hint that he no longer cared for partying but instead began inviting you to come along as well after he introduced you to them.

Regulus had quickly shut them down, though that didn't stop Mary from giving you her number so that you could make plans later.)

All to say that not once since you met him, did Regulus make it unknown or unclear that he was utterly in-love with you. So why did you doubt him when his mother sent you away?

His mother was the simple answer. But as he encouraged you to elaborate, Walburga turned out to only play a fraction of that fear. It was the thought of ripping him from the lifestyle he knew and was accustomed to, from the title and norms he's been raised to adhere to. Sure Walburga was also terrifying, but more so was the thought that Regulus would be throwing away all he ever knew just because of a little crush. 

Business meetings since he was a child, attending galas dressed to the nines with a flock of eligible girls hanging off his arm, fancy dinner parties in different cities every night–if not the most exclusive in the city for when he decides to stay home–was nowhere close to your everyday life. In all honesty, your paths were probably never meant to cross but somehow managed to intertwine at just the right moment, for the love of your life to be here with you now. Now you understand however, that despite the differences in your upbringing and previous lifestyle, this is what he now wants–a simple, easy lifestyle with his lover by his side. 

"I'm sorry." You apologized with a sigh, finally feeling the defeat of the act you've put up since Walburga got into your head about "tarnishing his image".

"Why are you apologizing, love?" A hand came up to hold your cheek, while the other drew comforting circles on top of your own.

"For listening to your mother?" You offered with a short laugh although it didn't quite reach your eyes. It never did whenever his mother was the topic. He couldn't blame you, but that was now in the past.

"Forget her, we'll be alright now."

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