#maybe bit better?? At least compared to what it was when this month started

[sooniebby]

hello, if you still take requests, please hear me out

reader is roommates with a guy. a rather hot guy, to be honest

reader is in denial whenever someone asks if he's attracted to his roommate, but it's obvious he is, he can't take his eyes off him... taking quick looks at his crotch...

anyways, unfortunately the room only has one bed, in which they sleep on together. normally, they sleep each on each side of the bed, but tonight, roommate hugs reader from behind, sleeping spooning

reader won't admit, but he's sooo horny. he just lowers his hand and starts jerking off right there and then, careful not to wake roommate up

little does he know his roommate was just pretending to be asleep and is well sure of what he's doing. now, roommate will show reader what he's made of

would you mind writing something like this?

ఌ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

W.C › 9.2k

Warnings › this is a random oc. Bottom male reader!!! Changed a few parts of the plot and added kinks since there wasn’t any. Get ready for me using song lyrics, just for a little bit. Anything not translated will be translated at the ending notes. if I have any Korean wrong correct me! I appreciate feedback, I’m not fluent!

Kinks › dubcon, lite somnophilia, dom/sub, manhandling, predator/prey, size difference, blood, possessiveness, dacryphilia

Words to know › 자기야 (jagiya/jagi) means “baby/sweetie”. 선배 (seonbae) title for someone older in school/work. 형 (hyung/hyeong) name for older male from a younger male. 아/야 (a/ya) showing closeness to someone. 동생 (Dongsaeng) little brother/sister, doesn’t have to be a biological sibling/can be a friend.

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❝ 김진우 ❞

Those words were practically all that you heard these days. You know, when you originally came to this university, you had big plans. Plans to date as much as possible. Finally lose your virginity!

But they’re nothing important compared to who you unfortunately got paired to dorm with.

Kim Jinu.

A third year at your university. You felt bitter, to say the least. Of course you would have to unlucky chance of being paired with an upperclassman than another freshman. Gah, you wanted to cry.

Anyone that came up to you was always asking about Mister Kim Jinu! What about you?! You were handsome too!

Well, you were a potato next to Jinu.

The Korean beauty standards just had to pick favorites.

A slow soft sigh left your lips as you stared at your empty screen in front of you. Your fingers twiddled with your pen before you leaned over and pressed it against the screen, attempting to finish the outline of your sketch. You were an art major, dreaming of being an animator or even a comic book artist.

Much to your parents dismay. You haven’t had your mother’s signature kimchi in almost two months now due to your choice. But you tried not to dwell on it! You wanted to be happy.

And if being a starving artist is the only way, so be it!

Speaking of starving….

Your stomach growled as you whined and tossed the pen onto the desk, lying back in your chair as you swirled around. You’d have better luck being a Kpop idol at this point. Maybe it’s not too late. Who doesn’t like a filler member?

You glance in the small circle mirror resting on your desk and probe at your cheeks. Plastic surgery isn’t too much, right? Maybe a slimmer nose? Double eyelids?

“(Name) Oppa..? What are you doing?”

A shriek left your lips as you looked back at Cho Yoona, your classmate. A tight smile pulled on your lips as you took the iced coffee she had in her hands.

“Nothing, nothing. Oppa is just having a mental breakdown.” You said, quickly taking a sip of your coffee to gain some energy back.

Yoona grabbed a chair and pulled it close to your desk, sitting down next to you. “Hm. What are you doing now?”

“Ah? Well, the theme was something out of our comfort zone, so I was trying to create… uh… nude portraits..”

“Huh? Nude? Will Professor Lee Hyunki approve that?”

You shrugged, placing the coffee down onto the desk. “I have a backup plan. I haven’t been able to get in touch with him anyway.” A groan left your throat as you saved your draft before shutting off your computer. “Anyway, let’s go. It’s getting late.”

As you and Yoona packed up, she suddenly looked over to you with a big smirk.

“Oppa… are you… close to Kim Jinu Seonbae?” She asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“No.” You quickly said, rolling your eyes. “We’re just roommates. Not close at all.”

“Oh.” She muttered, pouting. “You’re lucky, Oppa. You get to be so close to Jinu Seonbae. Isn’t he handsome up close?” She squealed, clutching her notebook tight against her chest. “I’d die if I get to see him right after he takes a shower!!!”

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” You muttered, playfully flicking her forehead. The two of you left the classroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Once Yoona went her own separate way to her own dorms, you couldn’t help but think about what she said. Jinu… in just a towel..?

You heaved as you accidentally swallowed your coffee a bit too fast, pounding at your chest once you finally reached your dorm. Your hands fiddle with your keys while you fight off the harsh coughing burning at your chest. The door swings open as you struggle inside, slamming the door behind you.

Tossing your bag onto your side of the room, you make a beeline for the mini fridge and pull out a water bottle, downing it in seconds. As the cool refreshment calmed the coughing beast within you, you suddenly realized you weren’t holding your coffee anymore.

Your eyes trailed down to see it lying spilled on the floor not too far from your feet.

And unfortunately, it spilled right on a stake of papers near Jinu’s backpack. A shrill girlish scream right of a horror movie leaves your throat as you collapse to your knees and pick up the coffee cup, seeing the damage.

Your fingers felt numb as they slowly peeled the notebook open, seeing the pages stuck together like glue. The once white sheets dark in black, ice cubes coating it like sprinkles. Holy fuck.

Fuck fuck.

Jinu was going to kill you!

With the coffee coating the paper, you could hardly read what was written in it. But judging from the top cover, it looked to be a study guide or something.

Your eyes squinted as you tried to read what you could in hopes of gaging just how bad you fucked up. The words that you could only read were: “바보…토끼…자기…”

What the fuck?

Idiot, rabbit, babe?

What the hell was Jinu writing about?

Jinu was a business major. You couldn’t recall him taking any classes dealing with animals. Maybe it was a code word? Well, all that mattered was that it didn’t seem too important so you quickly grabbed the notebook. Drying it with a hair dryer seemed like your safest bet.

The room door opened, catching your attention as you shoved the notebook behind your back. There stood Jinu, obviously waving bye to someone before finally looking into the room. His eyes zoned in on you, face just frozen for a solid second.

You panicked, thinking that he could possibly see the notebook behind your back. Not the fact you were on your knees, staring up at him with wide cute eyes, and plump lips pulled into a slight pout. Especially with your sweater that was large and baggy, something you preferred, with one of the sleeves down—showing your bare shoulders.

Why would you wear tanks underneath the sweater? The buildings here aren’t that cold.

“Jinu Seonbae..!” You whisper, giggling nervously as you pressed the notebook tight against your back, taking a peek to make sure it didn’t stick out. “How.. was your day?”

Jinu blinked. Once, twice, before a large grin pulled onto his face and his eyes practically closed into those crescent moons girls swooned about. Whatever he was thinking about was long gone.

“I thought I told you to call me hyung, (Name). We’re going to be roommates for a while anyway.” Jinu said, closing the door behind him as he slipped off his shoes and put away his jacket.

You wanted him to stay as far as possible—you couldn’t have him seeing the mess you made! Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for something to distract him with. The floor was feeling sticky from the coffee, its spill coating the floor and now your knees. You didn’t even noticed you had accidentally knelt in the damn puddle.

“H..Hyung! Uhm, can you… get me some napkins?” You yelled, stopping Jinu just as he began to walk past the bathroom door. He balked at your raised voice but simply hummed, turning on his heels to grab some from the connected bathroom.

Your hands gripped the sticky notebook and shoved it underneath one of your old textbooks on your desk, standing up just as Jinu came back.

“Spilled something?”

“Mhm… just some coffee.” You muttered, thanking him for the napkins as you kneeled back down to wipe it up. “I don’t think it got on any of your things.”

Jinu let out a noncommittal hum, standing just inches from you as you bent over. You felt watched—to a strange and uncomfortable amount but you didn’t want to say anything. Once you finished, you glanced up at him, hoping he possibly didn’t notice his missing notebook.

But this position.

No.

No, it was his stare really. You felt yourself squirm, wondering how a guy could look so cute not too long ago and watch you like a hawk the next.

“Ah, (Name), did you eat the sandwich I bought you?” Jinu suddenly asked, his gaze shifting to his desk as he moved past you, sitting down on his chair. “I tried to remember what you liked.”

“Oh uhm. I gave it to my dongsaeng.”

The soft taps on the desk stopped, causing you to look over at Jinu. He was facing the window so you couldn’t get a read on his face. But the total silence made you feel as if what you said was the wrong answer.

“Dongsaeng? Biological?”

“Uhm. Yes. My little brother came to visit me.” You muttered, feeling a bit weirded out he asked that. “He skipped school to see me, but I didn’t have enough money to take him out so I just gave him my lunch. Sorry, Seonbae.”

Jinu’s light tapping on the desk began again as he let out a laugh. “It’s okay! I’ll just make sure to get you two next time.” He turned to face you, a large grin on his lips. Any tension in your body slipped away as you couldn’t help but smile back.

Kim Jinu wasn’t too bad of a roommate.

Just a shame he kept cockblocking you.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Wa, Hyung, these lover letters are all for you?”

On your desk, covering your keyboard and almost the entire space area, was a small mountain of love letters. In your classroom for art major, you all had small little cubicles that was essentially your work station. Unlucky for you, many people found out exactly where yours was to leave gifts.

Oh but not for you.

Are you kidding?

They were all for Jinu.

Your classmate, Im Taeil, reached over and grabbed one of the food that were left, reading the sticky note attached to it. “Oh. This one is for Kim Jinu Seonbae.”

“They’re all for him.” You muttered bitterly, grabbing a heap of them and stomping over to the trash, dumping them with no remorse. Taeil watched you in awe as you cleaned your desk in seconds, leaving just the few snacks.

“Why do they give them to you instead of Jinu Seonbae?” Taeil asked, pulling at the rest of the sticky notes to read what was on them. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just confess to him? Wow, these notes leave nothing to the imagination. I think some of these are from guys too.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and pulling it open, taking a big bite. “I don’t know! Maybe they can’t handle rejection. I hope they know I’m not his damn servant!” You plopped down onto your chair and sighed, wanting to just drown in your sorrows.

So much for getting laid or finding a partner.

All that anyone wanted was Kim Jinu!

Agh!! You just wanted to say, “꺼져!” But you knew saying “go to hell” to everyone was a bad idea and would practically send you into the shadow realm of no friends.

Though your only friends seemed to be Taeil and Yoona. But you didn’t really think they liked you as a person. You were just the easiest to talk to.

“Hyung, can I…?” Taeil suddenly whispered, catching your attention. His hands made a grabby motion as he inched close to one of the snacks on your desk. You mutely waved and allowed him to grab whatever he wanted. You’d probably just give the rest to Yoona or something. Ah, maybe your little brother…?

“Oh, Oppa! Taeil!” Yoona greeted, the door pushed open as she carried a bag filled with goods. She skipped over, a bright cheery grin on her lips as she stood right in front of you and Taeil. “Look what Jinu Seonbae gave me! Ah, he’s so cool!”

Taeil peaked into the bag and pulled out a bag of chips. “Wow. He really got these for you?” You couldn’t deny the slight twitch in your lips at his wording. Her? Just for Yoona? No way. No way…

Yoona shook her head. “Not just for me! It’s mainly for (Name) Oppa!” She took out another pair of chips and two sodas, handing one over to Taeil. “The rest is for you! There’s a note inside.”

The bag was practically thrusted onto your lap as Yoona walked over to her desk across from yours and plopped down, eagerly chowing down on her snacks.

Taeil looked curious on what the note said but seemed to know there was limits to his nosy behavior as he sat down at his desk two seats away from you. Huh. Mainly for you?

Weird.

You pulled open the plastic bag and pulled out a soda and chips, similar to what he gave Taeil and Yoona. But there was more: two turkey sandwiches. You pulled out the one that had a sticky note on it, tilting your head as you read his handwriting out to yourself.

❝ 여기, 샌드위치 두 개요. 오직 토끼만을 위한! 아니 동생! ❞

❝ Here, two sandwiches. For Bunny only! No Dongsaeng! ❞

“No dongsaeng?”

You shrieked, looking back to see Taeil suddenly standing behind you. He grinned sheepishly, taking a step back.

“Sorry, Hyung. You got so quiet… I was a bit worried.”

Yoona perked up from her desk, tilting her head. “What does it say?” She walked over and glanced down at the note. “Who’s bunny?”

You shrugged, “not sure. I’ve never been called a bunny before.” You let out another pathetic cry of shock when Yoona and Taeil were suddenly close to your face, eyes wide as if they were examining you like a piece of meat.

“Really? You look more like a deer to me.” Yoona muttered.

“No… I see the bunny. Ah, but maybe hamster too. You have chubby cheeks, Hyung!” Taeil chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, wanting to push them away but you kinda enjoyed the attention. You weren’t really into the whole animal representative thing that a lot of Kpop idols did. Just didn’t see the purpose, especially after you grew up. But you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t like being referred to as such cute animals.

You could’ve gotten an insect!

The rest of the day was uneventful. You actually ended up eating both sandwiches Jinu gave you, slaving away at your project. It wasn’t going as great as you envisioned—nowhere near. You had no problem creating a nude body it was just difficult to make it… artistically pleasing and not full on horny.

❝ 잠깐만요 시간 있나요?…. ❞

Yoona’s Bluetooth speaker sang the melody of AOA - Excuse me as you stared at the rough draft in front of you. You wished you didn’t pick digital art for this project and stick to traditional but there was no use complaining now.

Your wrist tensed as you zoomed in on the face of your model—creating the soft brush strokes of his hair. Sharp eyes, black in color. The outline of lips that you would paint in pink. Maybe even red. Earrings? No, he doesn’t have any.

He’s gotten bigger. Definitely compared to the pictures you’ve seen of him last year from his friends. Weights..? Boxing? His knuckles looked bruised sometimes when you saw him.

Red, aching. Cuts of skin. Bright and glossy from the ointment he’d put on it. Tanned skin. Red against tanned skin—a perfect contrast.

Does it hurt to move? If you kissed it, would the blood coat your lips?

It was such an edgy thought but you wondered how it’d look to use his blood as lipstick.

His thumb pressed on your bottom lip, slowly smearing it. Would he call you pretty? Kissing you so you both can taste the metallic rush of blood. Maybe you can taste something else. White, maybe?

Your breathing shuddered as your grip on your pen tightened, legs pressing tightly together. Red and white. Would he like you in that? Pretty and pliant just for him to claim. Your free hand gently pulled at your pants, alleviating some pressure against your crotch.

Bunny. Were you his bunny?

Is that what he thought of you? Helpless and defenseless? His fingernails digging into your soft skin as blood spilled, your soft moans teetering on the verge of tears.

What did he remind you of?

A fox?

Don’t they eat bunnies?

You didn’t know why the thought made your whole body spasm. Your breathing getting heavy as the pen began to slip from your hand. He’d chase you. Yeah, that’s what a fox does to their prey. Chase you until couldn’t run anymore, huddled in a dead end as he got closer.

You’d cry and beg but he’d take you. Because he wants you—wants you so bad he can’t control himself. He’d always wanted you beneath him screaming his name for all to hear. As you became his prey.

❝ 벗어날 수 없는 걸 ❞

“Oh! I love this song! Taeil, do you like The Boyz?” Yoona said, turning up the volume. Taeil hummed, looking up from his screen. His eyes looked bloodshot at this point. How long have you guys been here?

“I prefer girl groups. Like Red Velvet!” Taeil said, proudly showing his phone that had a Lock Screen of Seulgi. Yoona cooed and showed her Lock Screen of Kevin. Wow, you’re stuck with Kpop fans. You rubbed your eyes, looking away from your screen to stop seeing the dark spots appearing in your vision.

Taeil and Yoona began talking about their favorite groups while you listened to the song. It felt oddly fitting for the mood you were in right now. You’d have to ask Yoona for the name later. Right now you need a drink, stat.

You grabbed your water bottle and took long gulps as you finally glanced back at your drawing. It took a moment for it to fully register before you let out a scream.

No it was certainly manly.

“Hyung?!”

“Oppa?!”

There—right in front of you—was Kim Jinu staring right back at you. You…

You fucking drew him?!

❝ 온통 너로 물들여질 테니… ❞

No way. No fucking way.

But there it was, staring back at you. His fluffy black hair slicked back as if he was drenched in water. Black eyes with his signature big nose. His lips weren’t pulled into his usual smiles. You had drawn him with all of his features except that damn smile.

Damn Kim Jinu… he was affecting you in ways you didn’t think was possible.

You quickly saved your draft on the tablet and turned it off, needing to just go to your dorm and sleep this daze off. “Yoona… Taeil… I need to sleep.” You muttered, Yoona and Taeil staring at you with worried looks. “You guys should go sleep too. It’s late.”

Yoona and Taeil didn’t fight it. It looked as if they were waiting for you to give them permission. You waved them off, stating you needed to clean up a bit before leaving. Your professor didn’t like crumbs. But you didn’t clean, you just stared at your tablet. The large tablet that the school provided that was now logged on into your account, holding a secret.

Your breathing slowed as you reached over and pressed the power button, waiting as it lit up. The soft taps filled the room as you logged back in and clicked your recent save. He appeared in front of you again.

That fox.

A shudder left you as you pulled down your pants, along with your boxers, as your cock plopped out against your tummy. It was small. Smaller than most. Around 4 inches. Possibly 3 really. But it didn’t matter to you really—you didn’t think you’d ever want to top anyway.

Your hand grasped your cock as you began to pump it slowly, staring straight at the drawing in front of you. His cock. You wondered what it looked like.

You respected his privacy so you never dared to stare at him whenever he came out of the shower.

But you wish you did. Wish you could have an accurate picture of how it would look. How it would be deep inside of you. Would it make a bulge in your stomach?

Is he thick? Long? Maybe both.

You arched your back against the chair as you took shallow breaths, your whimpers filling the empty room. Your toes curled as you whined and mewled, wishing someone else was jerking you off.

Oh who were you kidding?

You wished it was Jinu.

Even as you reached your orgasm, cum coating your tummy, you didn’t feel any relief.

What fun was it if he didn’t chase you?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Jagi….”

A hum left your throat as you buried your face into your arms, shivering slightly from the cool air that tickled your stomach.

“Jagiya.”

Puffs of air brushed against your cheek. It was warm, a nice contrast compared to the cool air that covered you. A finger gently touched your cheek. Poking and doing small circles around the outline of it. The hand trailed down your face to your back, rubbing circles as it started a slight rhythm.

❝ 날 놀리는 거야, 예쁜 자기야. ❞

Despite the taps jolting against your skin, it almost lulled you back into sleep. It was something you missed, the touch of someone special. Slowly, it inched further down, moving to the end of your sweater. Your body flinched at the hand now teasing your skin directly as it grazed it your stomach.

❝ 무방비 토끼. 내가 너를 먹어치울게 ❞

It felt sticky. A deep chuckle reverberated against your back. The touch on your skin was possessive, rubbing and massaging your stomach. Your body flinched as your breathing began to stutter. A hand slipped further down, easily squeezing its way into your pants. The sensual touch—it felt as if you belonged to them and only them.

❝ 도망기면 쫓이갈거야, 토끼야… ❞

A gasp left your lips as your eyes opened, looking around to notice that you were still in the classroom. Fuck. Your body tensed as you moved away from your desk, groaning at the awkward position you slept in. As you stretched, your gaze flickered to an ice coffee on your desk with a sticky note attached to it.

It had a badly drawn bunny on it with a heart next to it. The words: “fighting!” were scribbled beside the crude drawing. You couldn’t help but smile, placing the note on small bulletin board near your desk.

It must’ve been your hyung, Lee Minjae. Or who you affectionately called, Minnie Hyung. He was the one who pushed you to pursue your major instead of what your parents wanted. Such a great hyung.

The whole thing about Jinu felt like a distant memory. You’d have to change what you’re submitting for the project, immediately.

No way in hell were you going to submit a nude of your fucking roommate.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

There was a something wrong with your bed.

After you took your shower and changed into comfy pajamas, you noticed there was something wrong your bed. Well for one the fucking mattress was missing. You had called Jinu if he knew what happened but all he said was that he found a nest of spider eggs in it so the school confiscated it.

Unlucky for you the school were cheap stakes and it was gonna take a bit of time before you got a new mattress. Jinu had said you would be sharing with him but you didn’t necessarily think you could survive something like that.

Him pressed up against you.

Would it…

You pushed the thought away. Your eyes trailed off to your desk when you suddenly remembered the ruined notebook. You walked over and grabbed it from beneath one of your textbooks, seeing it in its fully ruined glory. There was no salvaging it at this point. You hoped Jinu didn’t care for this dumb thing.

But you were curious to see if you could read it fully now.

You slowly peeled it open and bristled at just how bad the damage was. Half of the pages were stuck together and when you tried to part it they tore. The pen he used to write it had smudged from the liquid so his handwriting was ineligible.

Right before you had given up to just toss it, you came across the last page, seeing a word you could understand. “Jagi.” Huh. Who was this babe of his? You tried to push away the slight bitterness in your throat the thought of that.

Of course he’d have a girlfriend. He was Kim fucking Jinu.

It’d be a shock if he didn’t.

You tossed the notebook into the trash can and made sure to put your food snacks on top of it just in case Jinu decided to accidentally look in there. If Jinu ever asked about his notebook, you’d pretend you never even seen him with a notebook before.

Now all you had to deal with was the problem of sleeping in the same bed with Jinu. You’d survive.

Hopefully.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You haven’t survived. It’s been two weeks and it felt as if you hadn’t slept in years. Jinu keeps two pillows between the both you while you slept but somehow the two of you always end up close. It wasn’t even a day ago when you woke up to yourself resting right on Jinu, your cheek pressed against his chest while your hand palmed his neck.

He had a big chest—you wished you had a little bit of a degenerative attitude to feel him up.

But you’d rather not be known as the perverted roommate.

“(Name)-Ah? Something wrong?” A hand gently rests on your shoulder as you glanced up to see Lee Minjae staring down at you. A cute grin pulled on your lips as you placed your pen down to grip one of his hands. You just liked touching him.

“Minnie Hyung! What are you doing in the art department?”

Minjae smirked, leaning down as your noses touch. “Can’t check in on my dongsaeng? Your classmates have been telling me that you’ve been cooped up in here. It’s not good for you to stare at the screen for this long.” You giggled, watching as he pulled away.

“Mhm. I’m okay, promise!” You could feel yourself acting cuter in Minjae’s presence. It wasn’t shocking. He always made you feel safe to act how you do behind closed doors. You could wear whatever you wanted around him without being judged.

A perfect, perfect hyung.

“Ah, Hyung, thank you for the coffee last time! I enjoyed it.”

Minjae hummed. “Coffee? I didn’t bring you coffee.”

“What? You didn’t? Then…” You pulled your lips into a pout as you thought about who would do something like that for you. It couldn’t be Yoona and Taeil. You weren’t close to anyone else.

“Ah, did my pretty dongsaeng finally get a secret admirer?” Minjae grinned, playfully pulling at your cheeks while you whined. The two of you began to giggle like little boys as you stared up at Minjae with a look of pure content.

You hoped you had Minjae with you forever.

A soft knock on the door caught your attention as you and Minjae glanced to the right to see who it was. The position you were in was almost of that of a couple. Your hand grasping Minjae’s as they rest on your shoulders. The previous nose rubbing and even just you looking up at him like he hung up the moon.

Were you two a couple?

❝ 타오른 이 감정은… ❞

Jinu was having a terrible day. First he had to entertain a few random teachers with something he didn’t even care to remember. Second he was bothered by some fourth years about a project they needed help on. And now, he had to deal with Cho Yoona and Im Taeil’s yapping about their favorite song while he walked to your classroom.

That song Yoona was playing just made him angrier. Insanity was the name of the song, at least that’s what she said. Jinu felt the same and thought if he had to see something else that pissed him off he’d die a slow death.

So of course he had to see you, his bunny, making fucking whore eyes to some random seonbae.

What the fuck?!

Jinu forced a tight grin and held up a bag filled with food. Food that was just for you but of course he can’t say that. Despite himself, he tried to keep an easy going and fun attitude when speaking to other people. Though he was wondering if he should forgo that for punting Lee Minjae into the sun.

That stupid pig.

You wouldn’t even look at Jinu, you haven’t been looking at him often these days. He knew it was because you were embarrassed about the sleeping arrangements. But it was the only way he believed you could get closer to him.

So what if he deliberately put a spider and other insects in your mattress in hopes they laid eggs and ruin it so then it would force you to sleep on the same bed with him?

You don’t understand any of his other hints or flirting attempts.

He needed results fast!

You were hopping away to any other dick that wasn’t his and he couldn’t have that.

This chase he was having with you was starting to make him insane. If he didn't have you beneath him soon he wouldn't survive another night with you. His whole plan about having you sleep on his bed honestly felt as if it was back firing on him. You were so cuddly when you slept, always finding a way to move over the pillow barrier.

He always pretended he was asleep when you woke up in a panic, always pulling away before he could truly saver your touch—your warmth.

He was truly going insane. All he could remember was the first time he ever saw you. But he couldn't think about it further when he felt Lee Minjae's hand pat him on the back. Jinu fought every muscle in his face to not immediately grimace at the other's touch.

"(Name)-Ah, Yoona, Taeil, I'll take my leave now. I don't wanna bother you guys any longer." Minjae leaned down towards you and Jinu felt his upper lip twitched as he watched the older with his stupid dyed blonde hair that looked fried and crispy nuzzle his nose against yours.

If that wasn't enough, Minjae wrapped his arms around your neck and held you close as he pressed a wet kiss on your cheek. You shrieked and struggled against his hold, trying to avoid the kiss. But you hardly put up a fight, all giggly and smiley. You looked so small in Minjae's arms, so pliant and easy to hold.

Jinu pulled at his sweatpants, coughing slightly. That seemed to catch Minjae's attention as he stopped his childish assault and gave (Name) a cheeky smirk. Yoona began cooing at how cute you and Minjae looked together.

You didn't. No way. Jinu fought the urge to pull Minjae away from you.

Taeil tilted his head, "Jinu Seonbae, are you okay? Your eyebrows are so furrowed. You might pop a blood vessel."

The others looked over at Jinu, Yoona and Minjae questioning if he was alright, you especially with a look of concern in your doe eyes.

Good.

Worry about him and him alone.

Pay attention to only him.

"It's nothing," Jinu said, puling out his signature lady killer smile. "I think I just need to eat something, I haven't had a proper lunch in ages." Yoona immediately swooned while Taeil rolled his eyes. Minjae seemed in deep though as he stared at Jinu, the fourth year tilting his head as if he was digging deep into Jinu's soul. Figuring him out with a just a look.

Minjae grinned. "Let your seonbae take you out, yeah?" He suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. "I know a place not too far from here that sells great tteokbokki."

Like I'd want to be caught dead with you... Jinu thought to himself but he simply hummed. "Sure, Seonbae. Bye, Yoona, Taeil..."

Jinu stared right at you as Minjae pulled away from you. Your eyes flickered over to Jinu and you offered him a tight smile, waving slightly. "See you, Jinu Seonbae."

"See you, (Name)." He whispered, mostly just happy you even looked him in the eye.

But his happiness was short lived when you looked at Minjae and offered him a cute smile. A smile that you’ve never gave him. "Bye, Minnie Hyung!"

Minnie Hyung?!

Jinu followed Minjae out of the classroom, curses swirling in his mind as he stared at the man beside him. Minjae chuckled after a moment or so and looked over at Jinu with a smirk. "Y'know, you can't blow my head off with just your stare. I didn't know you were into my (Name)-Ah."

His? Jinu was fine with being expelled at this point but Minjae suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Jinu-Ya," he placed his hand on Jinu's shoulder while Jinu wondered what gave the man the audacity to use such a title with him. "If you want (Name)-Ah, you have to take him. There's so many wolves that want him." He smirked knowingly, his finger tapping Jinu's shoulder.

Just as Jinu was about to speak, Minjae pressed his finger on his lips. What the fuck? "Listen to your hyung, Jinu-Ya. With someone so naive like (Name)-Ah, you just take him like you own him. Chase after him, there is a dead end soon."

With that, he pulled away and smirked. "Tell me how the chase goes. I've been waiting for someone to snatch up my dongsaeng."

Jinu just stood there blank faced in the middle of the hallway as Minjae walked away. Just what the fuck was that? He didn't even think too hard about it when he realized he didn't have to worry about you and Minjae. Phew, that stress was short lived.

But what did he mean by dead end?

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You were going insane.

It felt you were being watched these days. You had finally finished your project, having going with another idea and completely abandoning the whole nude thing. But it still sat in your drafts, practically calling you everyday. Sometimes you'd go back...

You'd finish certain parts of it. His body fully detailed expect that dreaded crotch. His dick. You wouldn't dare make what you believed his dick to look like. There was still some sense of self respect deep inside you.

Just not strong enough to not pay attention when you were drawing something for fun. You had a art account that you posted on like once every month of gay art you drew. So you were creating the piece, feeling in the mood to do something with oral fixation.

Only for you to notice instead of the usual two same characters you stuck to, it was Jinu as the top. Which, fair, it wouldn't be too different from what you had literally done weeks ago.

No, the problem was the partner.

You drew yourself.

You fucking drew yourself.

The drawing felt so real compared to the others you've made. Drawing Jinu between your legs, holding you up, bending you over on the bed. Your shoulders rest on the bed while your legs curled into yourself. His mouth biting the flesh of your ass, his eyes staring right at you, the real you.

Of course you had to angle it this way. Fucking pervert.

You tried to salvage the drawing but each stroke on that cursed tablet just made the partner look more and more like you. Okay, you were desperate for sex at this point. It was too much. You pressed the delete button on the sketch and powered off the tablet.

"I'm going, Taeil. Don't stay too late."

With lighting speed, you rushed to your dorm, trying to ignore the growing boner in your pants. Why did you have to like someone like Jinu? Out of all the people at this stupid university. Even Minjae would've been better than Kim Jinu of all people. But you couldn't complain any further because when you stormed into your dorm, fucking Kim Jinu was there, sitting at his desk.

Jinu glanced over at you and grinned, taking off his glasses as he shut off his laptop. "You're back earlier than normal. Did you end up finishing quick?"

You numbly nodded. "Yes... I just need to sleep. My eyes hurt." You couldn't even look at him. His gaze followed you as you grabbed your pajamas. Wherever you stepped, eyes were right on you, watching you like a predator does his next prey.

Bunny and fox.

That's what you imagined him as.

A fox.

It felt so hard to breathe with him near.

Why did it feel like there was no escape?

❝ 지금 너를 미치도록 ❞

The soft sputtering of the fan filled the room as you laid there right awake on Jinu's bed, wondering why you couldn't sleep despite your tired eyes. Jinu was fast asleep, his back pressed your own back. You didn't know why the usual barrier wasn't here tonight but you couldn't care too much about it right now. Not with your growing boner.

You haven't masturbated in two weeks. It's not a shock that the stupid art from earlier was still affecting you like this. You wondered if you could just sneak into the bathroom and quickly jerk one off. Would he notice? Just as you made the decision to get up, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. Your body stiffened as you felt Jinu snuggled against your back.

His face buried in your neck, his nose and bangs softly tickling you.

What...the...fuck?!

Your legs subconsciously clamped shut at him so close. Okay, you were fucking screwed. The thought of moving seemed impossible now with him so close. His grip was so strong that you didn't understand how someone asleep could have such strong coordination.

Despite being cuddled by your crush, your cock was more alive than ever, leaking against your pajama pants. You let out a stifled whimper as you reached down and gently rub the bottom of your palm against your bulge. The relief was almost instant as a guttural groan escaped you before you could stop yourself.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Were you really going to do this?

Yeah.

Yeah you were.

Soon the fan wasn't the only one making noise. Your soft and breathy moans filled the room as you jerked off. Your body flinched from the pressure causing your butt to rub against Jinu's front.

Wait.

He was... hard...?

A wave of fear washed over you as you stilled your hand. No, no. He must be having a wet dream or something. Yeah, he can't be awake hearing you. No. No way. You needed to reach your damned orgasm and just go to sleep. You'd deal with the shame in the morning. You finally decided to pull down your pajama pants to grasp your cock and not just rub it anymore.

You pumped your cock, making sure to still your body so you don't accidentally rub your bare ass against Jinu's clothed crotch. He'd hate that. No, he'd hate to learn what you're doing. Fuck. The shame was already affecting you. Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you bit down at your pillow, still chasing your orgasm despite the shame filling your lungs.

Embarrassment. This was so fucking embarrassing.

It was close-- your orgasm. Inches away, dancing on the tip of your fingers as your moans began to reach a crescendo. So much for muffling yourself. Your edge to your orgasm was wrecking you—sending you to a mental space you couldn't imagine in any other circumstance.

Was this how sex with someone you liked felt?

Could Jinu make you feel this way?

Was... him being here making you this way?

It wasn't enough. You wanted more. Your legs shifted as you subtly pulled your pants down, kicking them off without a care. You didn't have any lube but you had no time. The tease of ecstasy was whispering your name—calling you to go further. So you did. You suckled two of your fingers, getting them as wet as possible before slipping down between your legs.

The two seconds of pain as you pushed them inside did not deter you. You could deal with a little pain. It was rough. Your fingers rubbed against your inner walls, searching for those bundle of nerves to drive you wild. But it was difficult in this position. You usually masturbated on your back or while sitting up.

You wondered if you should go as far as to shift positions. That'd be too much, right?

The shame was finally catching up to you. You couldn't do this. This disgusting and degrading action towards both you and Jinu. Your eyes closed as you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much.

"You're done already, (Name)-Ah?"

A chill crept up your spine as those three words were whispered right into your ear. Your eyes widen but you couldn't move. It was as if his words just took out any sort of life within you. His arms around your waist tightens as you feel him nuzzle himself further on your neck.

Your breathing feels erratic. You can't breathe. It feels as if you'd die right here, right now.

You looked down to see his hands. They looked recently bruised from his usual boxing. But now they felt different. As if it was a show at just how durable his body was. His arms slowly began to tighten around you only to you let out a sharp cry at the pain, earning a pleased grunt.

"You're awake, yeah? Are you ignoring hyung?" He whispered, his lips trailed your neck, stopping right at the tip of your air. "You can masturbate right beside me but can't even answer me?"

A pathetic whine left your throat as you tried to wiggle from his grip but it proved to be futile. You gasped, arching your back as you felt Jinu rub his crotch right against your butt. He began to hump you ignoring your shocked gasp.

Was he...?

"So selfish, bunny. Chasing your own release. Not even thinking about what your moans were doing to me." His right hand trailed down and pushed you to lay on your front, his body following to lay on top.

You cried out, gripping the bedsheets like a life line. "You.. were awake...?"

"I never went to sleep." He said honestly, spanking you right on your ass. You squeaked, back arching to get away from another spank. "I never knew you would do something like this. I was beginning to think you hated me."

"I never—”

"—but you never listen to me, do you? I tell you everyday to call me hyung but you never let it stick. What, do I have to force you to say it?"

"We aren't close!" You whined, whimpering at another spank. Your lower hips wiggled but you didn't make any effort to truly push Jinu off of you. You didn't understand yourself sometimes.

"What? But you call Lee Minjae hyung without any problem." Jinu grunted, his hand reaching over to grab something from the slim nightstand next to the bed. You couldn't tell what he grabbed until something cool and slimy was drizzled onto your ass. A whine left you from the coldness. "What'd he do? Fuck you? Chase you like you so desperately want?"

"Nooo," you whined, screaming when he shoved in two fingers inside your hole. Your hands dug into the bedsheets as he thrusted his fingers in and out, a constant rhythm with no sign of stopping despite your pleas for him to slow down.

Jinu chuckled, leaning down as he used his free hand to push your hair away from your face. "You act so innocent but you want this. I'll show you that I'm the only one for you. No other man can chase you like I can."

"What... ngh!!! are you talking... about..?" You manage to ask, wishing you could silence yourself. Your neighbors will certainly be having a long talk with you and Jinu tomorrow.

"Oh, bunny. My bunny, you really are so naive." Jinu whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "You don't even know what you crave. It's okay, hyung will take care of you now. You won't ever have to think again."

Your body began to spasm as you felt a finger graze that bundle you tried to reach earlier. Jinu stilled for a moment, a look of slight worry in his eyes before he noticed what had just happened. A cruel smirk pulled on his eyes formed those crescent moons you once associated with his innocence.

But it didn't bring any sort of serenity to your body.

You were flipped onto your back with ease as Jinu grabbed your thighs and pushed them forward, effectively blocking your view from him. Desperate and pained moans left your lips as he continued to finger you, fingers gunning consistently at your prostate.

A loud scream left your throat as your back arched against the bed, your cock finally releasing the weeks long pent up lust you've stored for awhile now. Your stomach slowly rose and fall, coated in your sticky cum. All you could think about was your orgasm back in the classroom.

You were right.

Jinu made you cum harder than you could ever do by yourself.

You expected him to pull away but instead you felt a tug on your cock. A whine of overstimulation left your throat as you parted your legs and looked at him with wide doe eyes, confusion written all over your face.

A cruel smirk pulled on his lips as he tilted his head. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. You really think I'll let our first time be so lackluster?"

Lackluster?

He thought that was lackluster?

A pained cry left your lips as he began to thrust his fingers inside once more, leaving no sympathy as he immediately went for your prostate. You were going to die. You were going to die being fingered by your roommate. Kim Jinu was going to be the death of you.

It didn't take long for you to cum again and again, your fifth orgasm not even releasing anything. Your body twitched as your eyes watered, tears streaming down your face from the constant overstimulation. You weakly pulled your legs away from Jinu's grip after your fifth orgasm, muttering something about dying from his touch.

Jinu chuckled, allowing you to pull away. "Ah, Jagi," he whispered, causing you to blush at the title. To use such a term for you... You shamelessly felt your spent cock twitch. No, no, no! You absolutely couldn't do anymore. "You're so cute. I wanted to wait but I can't. You'll forgive me, right?"

You watched with wide eyes as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down towards him, earning a shriek from you. Your legs moved up to hide your aching and loosened hole but he was quick, spreading them wide. His eyes were like a predator, watching your every move as you tried pulling down your shirt to cover your weeping cock.

"Seon—Hyung... No more... No more, please." You whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Jinu's gaze narrowed in on your face. You could see him think. Your body was aching and praying Jinu did what you asked. But your heart....

Your heart wanted him to take you without a second thought.

"Hm. No." Jinu laughed cruelly, flipping you to rest on your knees. You cried out at the sudden movement but could only whimper as he pushed your back down, lifting up your hips. Your face pushed into the bed while your thoughts rushed at the position. It felt so humaliting to have sex without looking him the eye. You felt like an object. A prize he just won.

Your dick twitched.

So much for self respect.

"Hyung's gonna take good care of you." Jinu whispered, spreading your ass apart as he rubbed his cock between the cheeks. "You'll be good for hyung, mhm? No more seonbae."

You only whined, wiggling your hips, your ass rubbing Jinu's cock.

Jinu teasingly slapped your ass. "You complain about it being too much... But look at you now, begging for my cock. I should just stop listening to what you say and take what I want. Would you stop me, (Name)-Ah? Would you run away?"

Run away?

Run away from the man you've had wet dreams about since you came to this damn university?

"Mhm. I'll run..." You whispered, a strangled moan leaving you as he began to push his cock inside of you. The stretch was difficult and you briefly wondered if this was how you'd die.

Heart attack from a thick cock.

Despite your answer, Jinu hummed. "Good. I'll chase you until you're beneath me, shaking in fear as I take you." His hands gripped your waist as he slammed the rest of his cock inside, earning a gargled cry and scream from you.

Jinu was anything but sweet. Fucking you like a beast as you withered and cried from the constant pressure against your prostate. After this, you weren't sure you'd have sex again. This could be enough for a life time.

"Sorry, (Name)-Ah. I can't last long." Jinu suddenly grunted, pulling out. You whined at the lost but didn't have to mourn it for long as he pulled you onto his lap, making you face him. Your arms subconsiously wrapped around his neck as he easily slid back into your tight heat, gripping your thighs as he bounced you on his cock.

Jinu smirked, his eyes trained right on you. "You look so pretty when you cry." He said, pressing soft kisses on your neck. "Next time, you'll be crying from just my cock. I'll make you scream my name."

You whimpered, arching your back as you pulled him closer, another dry orgasm creeping on you. You'd be sleeping well for nights to come. Jinu grunted as he began to thrust upwards into you in tandem with bouncing you up and down, causing you to cry at the sudden pressure. You were close. So close.

A sharp feeling in your shoulder caused you to spasm as Jinu's thrusts became desperate. It took you a moment to even think about what just happened--so focused on Jinu's cock stretching you out. Until you noticed red dripping down your right shoulder.

He bit you.

The delayed reaction to the bite made you scream out, tears streaming down your face you reached your six orgasm of the night. You went limp in his arms, just letting him chase his own orgasm. Teeth sharp enough to break skin wasn't something you ever imagined Jinu could do. But there it was, a rare and sore bite on your right shoulder. Blood slowly trickling down to your chest.

Jinu finally reached his orgasm after a minute or so, holding you close as he cummed deep inside. You shuddered, feeling his cum coat your sore tight heat. He didn't wear a condom. If you weren't fucked dumb you would've yelled at him about it but all you could do was hum as he pressed soft kisses against your wet and sweaty skin.

You glanced down and noticed blood coating the bottom of Jinu's lip as he pulled away from you.

He did end up coating you in red and white.

But your blood was the lipstick. You couldn't help but laugh at your cringy thought, groaning as Jinu pulled his cock out.

"You did so good, (Name)-Ah." Jinu whispered, kissing you on the lips. You tried to return the kiss but could only purse your lips against his.

Your breathing was harsh and quick, your body battered from Jinu's claiming.

This wasn't normal. Wasn't conventional at all. You were sure that if you told Yoona and Taeil about this they'd be worried for your safety.

You were prey to Jinu

But you were okay with that.

❝ 숨을 쉴 수 없게 아프면서 황홀하잖아 ❞

"You're going to roommate with a first year? Wow, good luck!"

"I didn't know they could do that."

"No one would willingly room with a first year. They're the worst."

"Aw, c'mon, Oppa! They're usually just nervous."

"Well, our Kim Jinu will have no problem. Who doesn't love him?"

"Ah, true. Good luck, Jinu!"

Kim Jinu pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to his new home for the rest of the school year. He'd be the one to get unlucky for his previously planned roommate to drop out of school—leaving his room open for a late transfer freshman. He didn't want to deal with first years, they were annoying.

He opened the door, shocked to see the room already having someone by one of the beds. The first year was knelt beside the bed, looking through the suitcase that was filled to the brim with clothes. Clothing that looked more feminine than anything but Jinu didn't judge.

He forced his usual carefree smile, ready to greet his new roommate when you finally turned around. His breathing stopped—his smile dropping at the sight of you. You... You were different from anything he imagined.

Your look of innocence. Your body suddenly becoming fidegty the longer he stared at you without saying a word. Your sweater drooping on your shoulder, showing off your bare shoulder. Your skin looked so soft, so plain. It needed something on it.

It looked too bare.

"I'm... Kim Jinu. Who are you?"

"Park (Name)." You whispered, your eyes flickering up and down his body.

Love at first sight wasn't real to Jinu. He wouldn't lie and say he felt love towards you when he first saw you.

He felt lust.

An urge to completely ruin you.

And by the look in your eyes, the not so subtle glances at his lower half of his body. You looked to be such an easy catch.

"Stop looking at me like that." You suddenly said, your lips turning into a slight snarl but it hardly held any weight. Jinu couldn't help but tilt his head. He could tell you wanted him but you were holding back?

Actively pushing him away as if you didn't look at him with the same lust he felt. Running away?

Like a game of cat and mouse.

No...

Fox and Bunny.

He was going to devour you.

Even if he had to chase you.

❝ 네게 빠진 순간 더는 결백하지 않은 나 ❞

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WOW!!! Gosh, this was way longer than it needed to be. I wanted to try something new lmao. Doubt i'd do it again, i was listening to kpop while writing this so it kinda just happened. Translations at the bottom! Yes, i did it for a reason, made it more fun if you didn't know what he was saying. Red is lyrics, pink are jinu’s words

I might make him an oc, i put too much effort into him for it to be a one time thing, smh... primal play is so fun.

tag list: @iwishtobeacrow @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life25 @the-ultimate-librarian @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @love-kha1 @star-3214 @mooncarvers-world @smellwell @tehyunnie @remdayz @rhetorical-conscience @tomoeroi

Translations:

❝ 벗어날 수 없는 걸 ❞ — I can’t escape

❝ 온통 너로 물들여질 테니… ❞ — everything will be colored with you

❝ 날 놀리는 거야, 예쁜 자기야. ❞ — you’re teasing me, pretty baby

❝ 무방비 토끼. 내가 너를 먹어치울게 ❞ — defenseless bunny. I’ll eat you up

❝ 도망기면 쫓이갈거야, 토끼야… ❞ — if you run away, I’ll chase you , bunny

❝ 타오른 이 감정은… ❞ — this burning feeling

❝ 지금 너를 미치도록 ❞ — i'm driving you crazy right now

❝ 숨을 쉴 수 없게 아프면서 황홀하잖아 ❞ — it hurts so much that i can't breathe, but it's ecstatic

❝ 네게 빠진 순간 더는 결백하지 않은 나 ❞ — the moment i fell for you, i was no longer innocent

Songs used: Insanity - The Boyz & Criminal - Taemin

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[Ghost crashed into a car before he parked ours] - Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)

Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

To your surprise, Kyle, or Gaz – the model-like man introduced himself as – is such a considerate person with a nice sense of humor, at least compared to Soap or Ghost. 

That day you trapped yourself in the predicament with John, he seemed to sense your embarrassment, hence he just handed his boss a backup shirt without making fun of you like his boss, so you have a lot of time for the man. 

Like now, he’s sitting and sharing a plate of biscuits with you, enjoying a tranquil tea time accompanied by the pleasant smell of Earl Grey.

“You don’t have jobs to do today?” You raise your cup and ask, before taking another sip and watch Kyle finish his bite and reply.

 “Ghost’s in charge of dealing with the enemy today.” 

“Ehmm, okay” You refuse to figure out what ‘dealing’ means “What about others?"

"I killed mine yesterday.” 

Okay, you truly don’t mean this, but let’s just end this topic and move on. With a few biscuits down to your stomach, brainwashing yourself to forget what you heard seconds before with the sweetness, and buying you some time to come up with a better subject, you open your mouth again.

“Every time one of you comes here, you just scare all my customers away.”

“Isn’t that better?” 

“I need customers to earn money, Kyle.”

“You have us to pay you.” He points at the badge pasted on your wall. Of course, you’re not the one who put it on, you rather read the military smut out in front of all British than do it, but if you try to take it off, Soap will put a new one back, so in the end you just compromised and let him claim your shop publicly.

“This place isn’t only served for you guys.”

“It isn’t?” 

Is it possible to refute when Kyle flashes you a smile that you almost get blind and start wondering if he can replace himself as your lights and save you the electricity bill? Maybe counting this as one of Kyle’s humor will be better than explaining. All required is to ignore the evil glints in his majestic brown eyes while he questions you.

But even though Kyle said he doesn’t have work today, he doesn’t stay long after he finishes his tea.

“Gotta head back to help the boss.” He grins as he turns the knob and waves you goodbye.

What’s weird is that   after Kyle leaves your shop, customers start flooding back. Many of them are familiars of the shop, as you’re sure they’re 141’s lackeys too.

You remember them see you as one of the henchmen… Although they're not as afraid as when they first visit the shop because of your hospitable attitude, you can still sense the attentiveness in their demeanor.

No matter what, you’re going to figure out what’s  actually  happening.

“Hey, you.” You walk to one of the minions' sides. “Mind to tell me about why you guys always disappear when Gaz or Ghost or others come here?”

“We…” The guy’s eyes avert, shooting his friend a glance for help “It’s just a coincidence.”

“Coincidence?” Raising your eyebrow, you lower your voice to make it  menacing 

“It  really  is, ma’am, nothing to bother with the Sirs.”

“Show me, they must have sent some messages to inform you guys, right? Let me take a look, or I will…” You will what?  Actually,  you have no idea what you can do to these guys that can lift you  up  and throw you into a trash bin like a shot “Wait a second.”

Quickly running back to your kitchen, you come back with your most intimidating weapon – 

“Or I will hit you with my pan!” You wiggle your arm as a threat.

“…” 

They don’t look scared of the pan for a tiny bit. Wait, you should take your kitchen knife instead, who the fuck will pick a pan? You idiot.

yet to your satisfaction, they still fish out their phone and let you have it, and you don’t waste any time as you open the texting app.

‘Announcement: Boss will arrive at the tea shop in 10 minutes, clear the shop immediately.’

So they  really  are scaring your customers off. Give the phone back to the poor guy with pity in your eyes, you bring him a few more biscuits.

You’re strolling through the aisles in the shop. You’re out of flour and sugar, and every Wednesday the groceries are on sale. You never miss these chances to build up savings.

What a nice shopping trip. Quiet, leisure, just enjoying your own time, picking up different brands of cereal and calculating which is cheaper like a competent broken adult. Things never go wrong when you’re alone.

“Hey lass!”

Well, you’re kidding, things go south too quickly. The voice’s too familiar. It must be a hallucination.

“Lass? Bonnie?”

 Don’t look back, keep walking. It’s not the detergent man with a stupid chicken crest yelling at you.

“HEY!” A hand pats you on your shoulder and makes you jump. Sighing internally and prey there won’t be any trouble caused by the man, you turn around and face him.

“Oh, Soap, Hi.” Shit, looks like you just can’t have a break from these men. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Even though the nan outside tells me te shut the fok up?”

“Yes.” you shamelessly admit, pro tip to confront people without shame “Why are you here by the way, Soap?”

“Oh, we’re in need of some things, so Ghost pulled off during our way home.”

You take a glimpse at his basket. A rope, a roll of duct tape, and a knife. 

They must be going on a picnic. Yes, don’t overthink. The rope is for securing the tent, the duct tape is for concealing the holes on it. Knife? they surely will need it when cutting apples.

The image of Ghost slaughtering… peeling apple you mean, with Soap and Gaz playing red light green light and John napping in the tent is so vivid in your mind that you need to restrain the laugh with a clear of your throat before you grunt in affirmation and restart your steps.

With Soap depriving you of your last respite, you choose to grab what you need and head to the counter. All you want is to get home, have a nice shower, and lie on the bed reading the new fic you found last night.

“Do ye need help?” He watches you shove the products in your bag, but 5 huge cartons of milk are too heavy for your weak limbs, you can feel your arms trembling under your attempt.

“It’s okay, my car’s near the door. I can carry this myself.” Again, cheekiness works every time. You don’t care about strangers staring at you struggling with the bag and exit the supermarket in a crab way, as long as it can bring you back into peace faster, and you almost tear up when you see your car, the white of it is like the lighthouse in the atramentous night.

Hey, but you don’t remember your car has a goddamn huge dent at its boot.

“Oh yeah, forgot to tell ye. Ghost crashed into a car before he parked ours, and he’s contemplating whether he should kidnap the driver when they come back and make them shut up, or just kill them.” Soap looks at you stopping in despair as he recognizes what you’re looking at. “So it’s your car aye?”

You don’t answer him, you just watch Ghost materialize from the Shadow beside your car and give you a nod.

Fuck your life.

a/n: ty for reading :D have a nice day/night!

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I love your entire page, so I was thrilled to see that your requests are open. May I request a story with Daniel Ricciardo x Reader? Perhaps something where the reader is experiencing a moment of low self-esteem, comparing herself to his ex, and feeling down since they've recently started dating, yet the fans want his ex back. When Danny is dominant it makes me melt so perhaps a smut that is center on body worshipping yet leads to crazy back shots/missionary. He made you come multiple times and despite you trying to tap out , he’s not stopping anytime soon creating a big creamy mess 🫠

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝕶 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 | 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝟐

Summary: She’s the least favorite Formula One WAG. At first, she was optimistic, the fans would eventually get over it and maybe even start liking her—but she now knows that was a pretty naive thought. She’s constantly compared to Daniel’s ex-girlfriend—she’s not as pretty as her, she’s not as supportive as her, she’s not as popular as her, etc. Unfortunately, in a moment of low self-esteem—she breaks and thinks maybe the fans are right. Daniel, with a sixth sense of knowing when you’ve lost your mind, comes home and sees you gathering every belonging of yours that’s migrated to his apartment like you’re breaking up with him. He tries to change your mind with his words, but that doesn’t quite reassure you completely; so he has no choice but to do it with his actions, too. Pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!black-coded!reader (her skin is described as brown) Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. no beta we die like men. no srs it’s barely edited. angst with a happy ending. hurt/comfort. dom/sub undertones. arguing. breaking up/making up. those three little words. attempt at humor (a lil bit). implied subspace. insecure!reader. body worship. vaginal sex. oral sex (female receiving). online hate. overstimulation. protected sex. aftercare. this is dirty, i am so sorry. Word Count: 5k words.

Author's Notes: okay it's a couple hours late, but i was hit with a little creative genius and i think you guys will really enjoy this one! and it's the longest one too! an entire five-thousand words wow. aren't you glad i added more to this masterpiece.

let me know what you think! xxxxx

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You’re trending on Twitter. No—not for one of your TikToks that you hope went viral, but under the hashtag #breakupwithherdaniel. Fans have decided to start a movement to make signs to take to the next Grand Prix, with pictures of your face posted next to that hashtag. In all of the tweets, they’re commenting on how they wished Daniel and his ex were still together, or comparing you to her, and saying that you’re toxic—you! In this situation, where none of the people online personally know you and take to bashing you on the internet; you are the toxic one! And that’s the last straw. You start packing your shit up into bags and whatever boxes you can find. A large amount of your belongings have migrated to Daniel’s apartment, even if you don’t officially live with him. You’ve been dating him for just over six months, and the entire time your relationship has been public his fans have harassed you.

They prefer his ex over you, it’s that simple. It probably doesn’t help that you’re not like one of the white models everybody thinks f1 drivers should date, but enough is enough. It didn’t bother you at first, you thought with just a little time everyone would calm down but the opposite has happened. They’ve only gotten worse and things have escalated to the point where it’s affecting your career and—you can’t take it anymore. And, maybe they’re right. Daniel doesn’t deserve to date a girl who can’t take the harsh eye of the media and fans. He’d be better off without you, and he might certainly be better off with his ex. She was there in his darkest times and his brightest successes. They ended on good terms so with a little charm, Daniel wouldn’t have a problem with getting back with her, surely. 

You’re throwing your bags on the living room couch, pulling a suitcase you left here from when you last traveled with him to throw your shoes into. And then, you hear the door open. 

Daniel’s happy voice carries to you from the entryway, “Baby, I’m home! I stopped at the store to pick up a slice of your favorite cake, because I know you’ve been needing some cheering up—”

You hear his steps halt as he sees you in the living room, bags and boxes filled to the brim with your stuff. 

“Baby?” Daniel asks, “What’s this about? This is late for it to be spring cleaning.”

You shake your head, swallowing softly as you turn to meet his eyes, “I’m leaving, Daniel.”

“What?” Daniel says confused.

“Don’t make it any more difficult than it needs to be,” you start, unable to fight back your tears any longer, “Just let me get my stuff and leave.”

Daniel rushes to you, pulling you to look at him, holding your arms still when you try to push him away from you.

“You’ve got to give me more than that. You’re leaving—why? Is it something I did? Did I say something? How long have you felt like this? I could’ve—I can fix it, baby. Don’t leave me,” Daniel pleads, his own eyes radiating how hurt, confused, and disbelieving he feels, “I thought we were strong? We’re the closest to being perfect, I thought. We barely argue; and even when we do it’s resolved properly. I don’t yell, I don’t talk to other women, I don’t ignore your calls or messages, I’m not possessive, I’m not crazy–what can I do? For you to stay, what can I do?”

“Nothing, Daniel. You can’t change my mind. But—it’s not your fault, okay? It’s me,” you cry harder when Daniel scoffs at your response, “I’m serious, Danny. It’s my fault.  I can’t take it anymore okay? You’re better off without me; I’m a distraction, I’m not as supportive as I should be, I’m not your type–you’d just perform and be happier without me, okay?”

“Fuck no,” Daniel emphasizes, “Who the hell is telling you that? Because I know you seriously don’t believe that. You’re the best thing to happen to me in my entire life, baby. You’re not a distraction, you support me tirelessly, and you sure as hell are my type. I can’t keep my hands off of you, you scold me all the time for that so, how can you say that ‘you’re not my type?’ I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with you, ask anybody, baby.”

You groan angrily, “Not anybody! Have you asked your fucking fans? They sure as hell think that I’m the devil reincarnated. I can’t do anything publicly without being verbally harassed for it. I can’t dress the way I want to, I can’t act the way I want to, and I can’t even go to work! Your little fangirls are affecting my career—and I can’t do it anymore. They’ve won. I can’t take the judgment anymore, not for me just existing. You’d be happier with your ex, just like they want you to be.”

You and Daniel stare at each other silently, the air tense. 

“What do you mean,” Daniel pauses, his jaw tightening, “What do you mean they’re affecting your career?”

“They’re threatening to fire me because of my image. They’re saying I’m smearing the company's appearance,” you sigh out, picking at your cuticles anxiously. Daniel grabs your hands, stopping you.

“I’m going to kill them, baby–”

“Daniel!” you cut him off, aghast.

“No, I don’t care,” He dismisses, “The nerve of them to convince you that you’re not good enough for me. I should’ve kept asking you if you were bothered by the negative attention, but ever since you told me that you could handle it, I never checked in. And, I failed to see that it was getting worse. Worse enough to make you think that you need to leave to escape it. I’m going to embarrass those fans publicly and I’m going to get the team to back me up. As far as your job, I always hated them anyway. I never liked how they would deny your vacation time even though you had the days—you should quit.”

You stare at him deadpan, “Daniel Ricciardo. I’m not quitting my job and I am also still leaving.”

“Mhm, no,” Daniel scoffs hysterically, “You’re not breaking up with me. And, you would have a better reason to quit, if you stayed with me. I’ll retire you and make you my trophy wife, please.  Seriously, babe. Don’t leave. I should’ve dealt with the fans earlier, I know—it’s my fault that it even reached this point. Please, just stay with me.”

“I don’t know,” you murmur, crumbling into tears again, “They all seem to think your ex is a better fit and…I think I agree with them.”

Daniel gathers you into his arms, tucking you into his shoulder, “Baby, I broke up with her for a reason. And, I’m glad I did. All of those chronically online fans have no clue about why I broke up with her. I couldn’t imagine going back into that relationship, especially now that I’ve found you. Let me prove it to you, baby.

You sob, “How are you going to prove anything to me right now? Can I just be dramatic for a little longer?”

He laughs, giddy at the sound of your usual antics, “Well, I am going to set the media on fire with the language I use to address how the world has been disrespecting you. But first, I’m going to take you to bed and remind you what you’d be missing out on if you left. What other man could learn to know you as intimately as I do, hm? C’mon, baby—let me prove it to you. Let your body decide.”

Leaning back to look at him through your tears,  you think,  fuck it, why not?

Daniel presses you into the bed; you whine out desperately when he breaks the kiss, your eyes focused on the plush warmth of his lips as you try to chase them. The eagerness of your actions only dawns on you as you see his lips shift into a smiling laugh then, the embarrassment washes over you; honestly, you think, you can’t act like you can’t live without having his lips touching yours—he might find your yearning repulsive. Did his ex act like this for him? What if that’s why he broke up with her—

“Heyheyhey—don’t hide from me, baby,” Daniel coos concerned, his hand gently coaxing you to turn your head and meet his eyes, you didn’t even notice when you moved to hide your face with the pillow; he continues, “Where’d you go just then, pretty girl? Please tell me, baby, don’t hold it in.”

You meet his troubled gaze, and the love and care you see pouring out causes fresh tears to dance across your waterline. Through your blurry sight, you see Daniel’s brow furrow saddeningly as he carefully pulls you up into a sitting position and holds you tightly as you cry into his shoulder. His left hand massages the back of your neck, and his right hand finds a calming rhythm as he rubs your back. Your tears taper out quicker, and you wonder if you’ve exhausted their supply from the crying you’ve done today.

You draw back from his embrace, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand, and your voice shakes and cracks as you begin to speak, “I’ve never been this insecure about myself. I couldn’t give a single fuck about what people say or think about me. But, today? It was just too much, Danny. Seeing all of your fans tear down every aspect of me; my personality, my looks, my body—why? And, they’re doing it under the reasoning that, I’m not good for you. Like, you’re not a grown man, who can decide who he wants to date? I support you quietly and loudly and’ll do it forever, but that’s not enough for them. And, today, it felt like it would  never be enough.

“So, when I saw them making signs, t-to…to encourage you to break up with me,” Daniel muffles a sound of hurt in his chest, “I was humiliated. I-I, didn’t want that sort of attention for you, they should be focused on your racing, not your undeserving girlfriend. And, I thought I’d make it easy for you and leave.”

“Baby, no…”

“You’re such a good boyfriend, Daniel. It would be so much easier for you to end this relationship and go back to your ex, or date some other girl that satisfies you and your fans—”

“Babe, no,” Daniel cuts you off, his tone hardened, “The only person that needs to be satisfied with you is me. And, I am. The opinions of those fucking idiots don’t matter to me, and they shouldn’t matter to you. Because that’s all they are: opinions, and they’re absolutely stupid opinions, at that. They’re comments have done the complete opposite of convincing me to leave you. They’ve shown me that I need to let you know how much I want you with me—they’ve made me realize that I need to let you know that I love you.”

Your eyes widen, your breath stuttering. It’s the first time, he’s said it.  Daniel loves you.

Sobbing softly, you murmur, “I hope you’re not only saying those three words because you think it’s going to make me happy. Because, I do love you, too.”

Daniel laughs wetly. “I’m saying that I love you now because you need to know that. I would’ve preferred to say it under different circumstances but, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m ridiculously in love with you. And—fuck everybody who’s saying you’re not good enough for me. If anything, I’m not good enough for you. I haven’t even won you a trophy, yet.”

You stare at him in disbelief, “Shut the fuck up. You’re everything to me. You could be driving the slowest car on the grid and I would still be celebrating your last-place finishes like you’ve won the championship.”

Daniel stares at you silently and you nearly fear that you’ve broken him. He sighs out lovingly before, leaning down and pressing kisses across your entire face to wash away your tear tracks. He finishes with a barely there kiss to the tip of your nose and asks quietly, “Let me show you that I love you. I don’t think saying it is enough.”

You look at him. You find what you’re looking for because you agree, “Okay.”

Daniel perks up, “Okay?”

You nod, slowly sliding down to rest on your back against the bed like you were before. “Yes.”

Your boyfriend shifts to kneel in between your legs, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your sweater, and once he gets confirmation from you, he smoothly pulls it off of you, dropping it off the bedside. His hands spread across the expanse of your abdomen and move to rest on your waist as he buries himself in the length of your neck. He nips kisses and presses of tongue along your brown skin, surprising you often with the ache of teeth and suction to bloom bruises. When he slides downwards, he paints your collarbone and decolletage loosely, the irritated flesh only sends flares of pleasure across your nerves. Daniel huffs in frustration as the straps of your bra disrupt the smooth skin across your shoulders, and he pulls you upwards to arch into him as he slips his hand underneath to unclasp the closure. You’re brain comes online to help him remove the offending fabric as you shrug out of the straps and desperately fling the bra to a corner of the room you can’t care to look at.

Daniel hums thankfully and resumes tracing along your shoulder, down your arms, and to the bones of your wrists and tips of your fingers with gentle hands followed by his lips. 

He swallows before speaking, “Whenever you’re splayed out so prettily underneath me, I forget how to act. The cloudy look in your eyes, your chest covered with my love, the muscles in your shoulders and arms relaxed and syrupy—so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

You can’t find the words to respond to him because your entire body sings out when Daniel’s lips suction around your nipple. You feel his tongue swirl around, wetting it before his teeth join in and scrape softly against the sensitive bud. He releases you and even though your eyelids have fluttered shut at the feeling, you feel him watching you as your back rises off the bed and your head falls back. His hand finds its place right underneath your breasts, and he pushes you back down into the mattress and holds you there as he continues the assault of his lips on your chest. You can only cry out with every tug of his teeth, every suckle of his lips on the surrounding skin, whimpers choked down as his mouth ravages you entirely. Your hand flies to Daniel’s hair for purchase, and to press his head further into your chest, but he pulls away.

“Forgive me—but I love your chest, baby. I love how you let me take naps on them and play with my hair, I love the feeling of them in my hand, I love making you scream every time I play with them. And, you taught me that the only answer to ass versus boobs is both of them. Because, I would willingly suffocate in either of them, and all of you.”

Your chest heaves as you try to regain some air in your lungs, but Daniel doesn’t let you breathe for a second, “One day, I hope you let me fuck your pretty chest.”

Your mouth drops open, as you flounder for the air and words required to respond to his statement.

“Another time, though. May I take off your pants, baby? I  need to fuck you.”

“Yesyes—please, hurry up,” you rush out, already moving to shimmy out of your bottoms, Daniel tugging them off roughly when they get caught around your ankles. The strength he uses slides you down the bed a little, and you can’t help but muffle a gasp underneath your hand. 

He pulls your hand from your mouth in an instant, “No. Not tonight. I let you get away with hiding your sounds from me before, but I need to know how good I’m making you feel,” he pauses to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist and continues, “Be as loud as you want, love.”

You nod jerkily, and Daniel lowers your arm to rest against the bed carefully, before he shuffles down the bed, resting on his stomach and spreading your legs to drape along his shoulders. He starts with your right leg; nipping at the bone of your ankle before following with a soothing touch of his lips, and moving upwards, biting and kissing along the muscles of your calf, the inside of your knee. He slows when he reaches the plush meet of your thigh, taking his time biting the muscle and laving over the teeth marks he leaves with his tongue. He repeats the treatment along your left leg, ignoring how he can see the wetness dripping out of you, darkening the fabric of your panties. 

“Love your legs, baby,” Daniel breaths shakily, “Calves, and thighs, muscle, and all plush skin. If I could choose how to go out, it would be in between them. Doesn’t matter if they’re around my waist, or my head—it’s fucking paradise, baby.”

Your thighs shudder as if they’ve heard his words, and Daniel notices immediately. His hands move to grasp them and let his thumbs dig into the fresh marks he’s added against your brown skin. You keen airily, your thighs attempting to shut, but Daniel’s hands keep you spread with little effort. He leans down and hides his smile by pressing his mouth to your panties. He proceeds to noisily kiss along your covered cunt, dragging his tongue and nose through the soaked fabric, humming amusedly when your hips buck down onto him, one of his hands shifting to press your pelvis to the mattress.

You’re mortified. Daniel’s pretty much making out with your cunt over your panties, and he seems to be enjoying it as much as you if the way his hips are rocking along the bed is any telling when you raise your head to stare down at him. His eyes shut as he loses himself between your legs; he looks blissed out and you drop your head back against the mattress, bringing your hand to tangle in the mess of his curls. He pulls away with a grunt and you tug at his hair annoyed, sitting up slightly to see what he stopped for—

His eyes are wild, drenched with lust. Daniel doesn’t waste time pulling your panties off, roughly tugging the fabric covering your cunt to the side, tucking it in the dip between your groin and thigh. You see his eyes roll back slightly at the sight of you before he shuts them and dives forward to bring his mouth down on your cunt. His tongue pushes inside of you sloppily and his nose makes sure your clit is always receiving attention. The only option you have is to choke on your moans and grasp for stability in his hair and the sheets of the bed. Your tummy undulates at the pleasure racketing up your spinal cord, it’s too much to process already. And in a split-second, Daniel’s tongue is exchanged for two of his fingers, your cunt thoroughly soaked with a mix of your wetness and his spit, and the stretch is mild, more of a welcomed soreness than pain. Daniel’s eyes open to watch your face closely, you’re too busy moaning to verbally assure him to continue, but he understands (the continuous desperate roll of your hips against his grasp is a helpful clue). 

He massages his fingers into you rapidly, brushing along the sensitive wall along the top of your cunt—and it dawns on you very quickly that you are going to cum. He must see the realization wash over your face, or through the signs of your body, but he avoids your g-spot to scissor his fingers inside of you to stretch you out, a third joining the rest when you huff down at him angrily. The new stretch quiets you, loud whines and moans hushed for a moment as you savor the ache. Yet, you quickly hunger for more, unapproving of the sudden gentleness Daniel exhibits.

“Danny, please,” you cry, “C’mon—fuck me, already. ‘m gonna cum.”

He pulls his fingers from the grasp of your vagina and manhandles you onto your front, stomach flat against the bed. With firm hands, he pulls your hips upwards, one hand sliding down your back to deepen the arch and push your ass further out. The insecurity and shyness you had earlier have dissipated; you’d like to be fucked, now. You spread your knees wider and rock back even more.

“Fuck,” Daniel croaks out, and he rushes to grab a condom from the nightstand. You’re sure he’s relatively quick about the entire ordeal; of losing his pants, grabbing the condom, and rolling it on himself, but it feels like ages, and you can’t help but huff out angrily. Thankfully, you feel his left hand come back to rest on your ass and feel the head of his cock tap along your cunt. 

Your hole parts for him prettily and Daniel sinks in smoothly, not stopping until your ass meets his hips. You whine softly, the ache of him finding a home within you will never lose its luster. Daniel shudders behind you, the grip of his hand on your ass shaking—his breathing heavy as it echoes around the room. 

“Fuck,” Daniel moans again, “Love your cunt, pretty girl. Hot, wet, and tight,” he falls forward, and nuzzles into the hair at the nape of your neck, before pressing a kiss at the back of your neck, and rising again, “‘s so good…I-I can’t find the words right now.”

You giggle softly into the bed and Daniel takes the green light when you press back against him. He begins to thrust into you, hard enough to punch the breath out of your lungs. He’s never fucked you this forcefully before; his motions are erratic, yet somehow he’s nailing the spot inside of you with every other pass of his hips. The sound of your skin meeting manages to be hidden by the screams and moans you manage to release when you find enough air in your lungs. Daniel’s other hand wraps around your front and presses down on your pelvis, tightening your inner walls. And, your vision whites out.

Your legs give out and you feel yourself slouch into the mattress, but Daniel is quick to hold your hips up for you and continues to rail into you, not allowing you any respite. You can hear yourself babbling, but you can’t make out what you’re saying. The heat of Daniel’s chest radiates over your back and you feel his breath wash over your spine, his endearments and praise you hear but can’t understand as the pleasure has blinded your senses. What you can feel, is how his thrusts continue and don’t slow. 

You regain control of your body when he rotates you onto your back, he only pulls out briefly while he grabs a pillow to shove underneath your hips before he falls back inside of you. At this angle, Daniel feels larger than life, knocking against buttons inside of you you’re sure he’s only ever discovered. It’s too much. He fucks into you slowly, the press of his cock slow but strong, the motion pushing you up the bed slightly.

You gasp, moans erupting out of you when you attempt to speak. You manage to keep your eyes open long enough to look at Daniel and see the pleased smile on his face. He moves one hand from your hip to cradle your cheek and swipes a tear that escaped from the corner of your eye away. 

“Oh,” Daniel hushes you softly, “Gone for me already, aren’t you?”

“T-t-oo much,” you stutter, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth, “ feels s’good.”

He chuckles quietly, the noise fading into a moan as your cunt clenches around him, “Too much or it feels good, pretty girl? You’re going to have to pick one.”

Daniel’s thrusts get rougher, and he stops pulling out nearly all the way and focuses on digging into you deeper; making sure to drag himself along that place inside you with every thrust. Your scream breaks as soon as it leaves your mouth, the unyielding stimulation feels white hot. You take a shaky hand and drag it down Daniel’s chest, from his tattoos to his abdomen, and push against him while simultaneously trying to raise your hips away from his.

“No, baby,” Daniel coos down at you, knocking your hand away from his abs, and continuing to press inside of you, pulling your hips down, “Don’t run from me. Take it. You know what to say if it’s too much for you.”

You do know what to say. But, the knot inside your tummy starts tightening again, and the overwhelming amount of pleasure isn’t too much. You can take it. Daniel rocks down to kiss you, but you’re too out of it to exactly figure out how to make your lips work, and his eyes shine. He moves to bite at your neck, you feel him speaking against your skin and it takes a few listens to realize he saying, “I love you,” over and over again. His thrusts get choppier and you know he’s close when his hand slips down to play with your clit. This orgasm feels different than the first. It feels like it burns your nerve endings with just how powerfully pleasurable it is. You can vaguely feel Daniel collapse against you as he rides out his climax, but you’re more concerned with the absolute ecstasy you find yourself floating in.

You blink a few times and you fail to adequately process what’s going on around you. You feel Daniel pull out of you, rubbing soothingly along your hips and thighs as he massages any soreness away. You can’t make out his words, but they sound warm and loving making you feel light and fluffy. You don’t recall him moving from the bed, but he suddenly has a warm rag pressed against your inner thighs to clean you up, and your ruined panties are gone. When he tries to wipe against your cunt, you slam your legs shut, jerking away from him. He doesn’t force your legs back open, but he eventually manages to clean up enough of your wetness that he’s comfortable to wait until you’re clear-minded. 

Daniel pulls you onto his lap and continues murmuring words of affection into the air, you feel them vibrate through his chest. You begin to rise out of whatever state you were in and shift in his lap, “Danny,” you try to speak, but your voice cracks roughly. He’s quick to grab a bottle of water on the nightstand and opens it for you, helping you drink as your arms are still too shaky. 

“When did you grab the water?” you question softly, you down nearly the entire bottle, and move to snuggle back into his chest, bringing your shaky hand up to trace his tattoos. 

“You don’t remember?” Daniel questions calmly, watching as you shake your head in dissent, “I think you were a little out of it after that orgasm. You melted into the bed—I couldn’t get you to say anything.”

“Oh,” you offer, looking up at him to read his face. You find nothing but love, so you figure it can’t be a bad thing.

“Do you know what subspace is?”

“No?”

Daniel nods understandingly and changes the subject, “I got this piece of cake for you earlier at the store. Can you eat it for me now and drink a little more water, baby? I’ll put on that crime show you like too.”

You agree to eat and drink as long as Daniel does too. Your hand shakes as you try to bring the fork to your mouth so you let Daniel feed you, he seems more than happy to do it for you. You kind of like it anyway, him taking care of you. You feel like your normal self halfway through the second episode of the show playing on the TV. You slide off of Daniel’s lap to sit beside him and focus on the show, pulling the blanket up to cover your legs, the plot of the show finally being processed by your brain.

“I’m going to go grab something from the living room, okay?” Daniel checks in on you, waiting for you to answer affirmatively, “Finish up that cake for me, love.”

You hum, grabbing the container from him and continuing to munch along as Daniel does what he needs to. He reenters the room with one of the boxes you had packed away. Daniel doesn’t look at you, he just opens up the box and starts putting all your belongings back to where they used to be. He pulls one of your heavier sweaters out of the box and moves to hang it up in the closet.

“No,” you say, voice scratchy. You watch Daniel turn to face you slowly like he thinks you’re going to tell him that you’re still leaving, 

“That sweater doesn’t belong in the closet. It gets folded and placed in the bottom row of the dresser.”

Daniel sighs relieved and smiles at you, “Okay. What about this one too, where does that go?”

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Flowey Analysis from a fellow flower 🌼

Happy National Siblings Day! for April 10th, I'm posting something a bit different than my usual daily flowey art. I'll be talking a bit about Flowey's character and comparing the nuances of his character with my personal experiences.

talk of PTSD and sibling death ahead:

Day 28 | I see you

Before I dive into the meat and potatoes of his grief I just want to add how I view flowey in terms of how he Feels Emotions because I forgot that not everyone is on the same page:

-him lacking a soul to feel compassion or most of his own feelings (besides anger and fear) feels very representative of how the brain will protect itsself after experiencing extreme stress situations like the shit he went through… There will be a wall that feels impenetrable between you and your emotions and it takes sooo much to find your way over that wall. and when you get over it its just one time and you wont really remember how to get back over that wall. yeah.. It gets a little easier each time at least.. And people who love you can help make it easier too ❤️

-him being immortal but getting reincarnated before reaching adulthood… feels very representative of how PTSD works on the brain and how ultimately it will just take Much longer before your brain can fully mature.. He needs some more time to live! Him further traumatizing himself by going through constant resets is not living!!

Ok. Now lets start the post:

He just misses his best friend. He misses the only one that understands him. He just wants to talk to them one more time. He doesn't understand why hes alive or why he was left behind. It's a weird feeling to be alive and be forced to live through so many years without that once-familiar company. The longer you go on without them, the harder memories with them are to recall. You start to fixate on a set few that you feel are most important, and soon it becomes your mantra. It starts getting harder to recall what their face looks like, but you remember when you look in a mirror. (I talked about this before on my sideblog too)

It being almost 6 years now since my brother passed away, this has been the culmination of how I've felt throughout the years. Maybe it wasn't intentional of Toby Fox to have Floweys simple smile resemble Charas smile, but I can't help but see it that way. You may not notice the similarities you have to your sibling at first, but once they pass on, those features really start to shine. In Floweys case, he didn't start to resemble chara until after losing them. It can certainly feel this way-- that the features just sort of appear out of nowhere. Parts of you that you ignored are now more apparant than ever.

Flowey/Asriel talking about how Chara is the only person that understands him is something I get more than anything. The sibling you lived and grew with would absolutely understand you more than anyone else... They know what your home life is like, what you get for dinner, secrets you dont tell anyone... Regardless of how close you feel with your sibling, they know you better than anyone else.

Losing someone that you have this kind of relationship with can very easily cause your whole world to fall apart in front of you, and you're left to pick up the pieces. It's usually preferred that you have others in your life to help you with this process, but if you don't... It could be hard to heal. Not only that, but it could be easier to hurt a lot more than you should in the grieving process.

Isolated and alone, there isn't much to do besides hope for something better than this. Mom or Dad couldn't fix me, so maybe... maybe They can. They'll come back for me. They know I can't live without them, right?

For some time, I wanted to believe this. It was so scary being in a world without my sibling. Hes the one that protected me from those that hurt us, and with him gone, I'd be vulnerable. For many months, I'd have the same dream, night after night...

They show up in your dreams, telling you that they're alright. They're not dead! It was just a lie someone made up. You feel their warm embrace. And then, you wake up. For a second, you still believe that its true--They really didn't die. But, then... You lie there in bed for just a bit longer. You realize the truth. You realize you have to live through today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next decade, and next century without them from now on. You get up.

For Flowey's case, he never fully made peace with Chara's passing until Frisk comes along. He needed someone to pull him out of the constant trauma he was inflicting upon himself (his power to reset) and ... a bit of kindness and patience... to finally move forward. To finally get to live life again, day by day.

Before Frisk, however, all he had was himself. With his best friend seemingly not coming back, and his family unable to help him ...

He simply can't continue. If it wasn't for the fact that he came back to life by being combined with concentrations of Determination, the grief he felt upon being left behind would've caused him to be gone again for good. It makes so much sense to me that his parents couldn't help him in this state. They don't understand how different the grief of losing a sibling is from losing a child. Both hurt deeply and last a lifetime, but the loss of a sibling is a loss of someone who you've known your whole life. its the loss of someone who was growing up with you.

So, of course, since he found out he can't die AND that he can reset the timeline whenever he wants to... He decided to start playing god to cope. He can't have his body, soul, or best friend, so... this is his compromise for some sort of control. As the years DONT go by, and he continues to reset the timeline for the fun of it, he only continues to get worse... And theres no one there to help him. Of course someone does come around to finally help him, but its been so many years already. It's horrible he had to wait so long to finally move on and live again.

Cuz of this, I like to think frisk remains his friend and he starts to find himself again after everything that happened. He needs gentle people in his life to let him heal however he needs to. And, I feel out of everyone, he could only ever talk about the trauma he went through to frisk... No one else would understand. Like literally. they'd go "What the fuck are you Talking about". except maybe sans. But it wouldn't be a good idea to open up to sans about that kind of trauma 9_9;

Frisk may not be able to fully understand (If we are going off the premise that Chara is aware of all the Resets and Not Frisk) but Flowey doesn't need someone to fully understand...just someone to talk to and have a shoulder to lean on.

Okay I'm done speaking my stuff heres art I made last September with a cool background I drew up recently on it:

This drawing is rather personal to me because this drawings actually a memory I have of me and my brother in the last years we shared where we Didn't have to worry about us being hurt anymore. We were playing each others favorite games at the time.

I decided to post this on this day because:

A. April 10th is National Siblings Day!

B. the day after today, April 11th, is the day my brother died. Once a year, I like to do something cathartic for myself. Whether I'm just getting bottled up feelings out of me or I'm letting myself understand where I am with my grief, I like to always try and do something like this to remember my brother. Hes the only one that could understand what I went through and how hard it was to get here.

C. In general, I feel its important to post this because I know personally how hard it is to write about things like this. There have been many times where I've tried writing or drawing about my PTSD and, even though I didn't even write the first word or draw the first line, All of my days energy would get zapped out of my system just thinking about it. Its been long enough now that I can write as much as this post and still feel okay! So if anyone out there reading this is in the same boat, just know that healing truly does take time. Sometimes it also takes a certain person, or a certain phrase. Be patient, take care of yourself, and appreciate the ones around you while theyre still here.

Sticking this here because I didn't have any reason to include this in the main post But the 9 year anniversary letter Asriel wrote about Chara really messed me up </3 for many reasons, but also because my brothers favorite number is also 9... ❤️🤝🌼

[candypot]

Illumi Zoldcky - Situationship Headcanons

autor notes: uh…I wanted to write something cute, but I couldn’t picture Illumi out of his narcissistic and sociopath tendencies

• Sometimes he’s totally aversive about contact, which surely leads him to ghost you or treat you with indifference.

• He wasn’t trying to play mind games with you when he simply disappeared last month, he just grew tired of all the closeness stuff! Come on, from time to time he needs to focus solely on what matters the most, which is his family future. You need to be cooperative and understand you’re not that relevant.

• On the opposite hand, there were times when he felt the urge to touch you and be with you almost all the time. It was almost a maniac episode, the unsettling urge to have you wrapped around him was more than he could handle, so you better be prepared to get phone calls and text messages requesting your location 24/7. Make sure to be always available or at least try to give good excuses if you don’t want him coming over without any warnings. As a person who always had his puppets available, the least Illumi could do is inquisitively request you to be where he wants, when he wants.

• Sometimes he feels the urge to fuck you raw, secretly fantasying how it’ll would be if you were good enough to bear his child. The thought of seeing it leak out of you made his heart flutter, his prudence and ego slowly fading as the ideas of having you as the mother of his children start to entertain his lonely and twisted mind.

• if he ever got weak on his prejudiced values and end up breeding you like he always wished to, he would make sure to push you into birth control indigently. After all, having a child with someone as weak and irrelevant as you wasn’t the ideal, even less a possibility.

• Still, if the situationship lasts too long, his small play of husband wife would get a bit more intense and, of course, he wouldn’t admit it. He wasn’t obsessive, he was just giving you a bit more of attention than you deserved and you should be grateful for that. How could you mistake his interest on your safety with stalking and harassment? He was just trying to protect you! Show some gratitude!

• The probability of him truly developing feelings for you is very low (and even if he develops it he mustn’t recognize it). I mean, it’s a bit obvious how pitiful you were compared to him, specially considering how poor and defenseless you were.

• if he got in a serious relationship with you it would probably be because of acidental pregnancy, in this case he was probably feeling too compassionate to not oblige you to get rid of the baby or maybe he felt inspired enough by his father’s crazy love for his mother… or maybe he just wanted to fill that horrible void, that way at least one thing would be constant in his life, even if it was his useless wife and weak baby

• But the good new is that despise all those crazy stuff, you can rest assured because not even a fly is coming near you. What is his, it’s his, even if it’s a small toy. End of story. You can live in peace in your meaningless little world. It’s not like you would be useful even if he tried to train you so it would be better to just protect your peace, maybe that way you could keep him company in your free time and find as much pleasure in his presence as he finds on yours.

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞 comparing you to their ex

✰ pairings: ot8 skz x fem!reader

✰ genre: romance, lots of angst

✰ warnings: cussing, skz mentioning reader’s insecurities, skz being red flags, slight mentions of manipulative behaviour, hints at cheating but no cheating, mentions of breaking up ( ikk it’s a lot because i just can’t fathom the fact that it’s been nearly 3 months since i last wrote angst )

✰ word count: 2.6k+ words i will better myself

౨₊ৎ chan

“i don’t get you these days,” you scoff over the call as you remind yourself of the main reason why you even bothered in the first place to get him a tub of ice cream in hopes that when he arrives back home he can rest and dig in.

“there’s nothing to understand babe. i told you that i can’t come home today,” the words slip out of his mouth without hesitation and the tone so casual that it makes you stare at his caller id in disbelief.

“i thought you were in the car on your way home?” you mutter nervously.

“i lied. i didn’t want to worry you plus there’s too much work baby. can you please try and understand that, hmm?”

“this won’t work on me. you lied chan! why would you lie? you could’ve just told me and i wouldn’t have wasted my time setting the couch and deciding on movies and buying you ice creams!” you sigh deeply.

“see? this is why i lied. because i knew you would scream at me when it isn’t even my fault,” you remain silent after hearing his words and there’s still evident clicking of keyboard from the other side.

“why are you trying to put the blame on me? chan it’s fucking 2 am and this is not the first time i had to stay up waiting for you to get back just for you to not come home!”

“who told you to wait? sleep for all i care! at least my ex didn’t bother me like this,” he mumbles but it’s hard not to hear him when your ears are just waiting for any sort of apology, instead they are welcomed with this.

“wow, thank you for telling me your true feelings. make sure you go back to her,” there is sarcasm in your words, but it’s only meant to hide the real fact of how bad it hurt you and maybe he knows it or maybe he doesn’t.

“baby i–” you end the call and before you know it, the tears start to flow down your cheeks.

just when did things go so wrong?

౨₊ৎ minho

he knew how easy it was for you to be overwhelmed. it was unfortunately not that easy to comfort you since nothing would make you feel better. but minho was there. always. he would sit beside you for hours and talk endlessly until a word that escaped his mouth would lift the corner of your lips.

it always felt so much better when you had someone helping you deal with your problems. it reassured you that someone truly did have your back. you couldn’t be any more thankful for having met lee minho.

it had been a few hours since you had locked yourself in your room, call it childish but being alone helped you gather your thoughts. while you sat on the floor with your head in your hands, minho kept banging on the door impatiently.

“open the door! stop being so immature and just open the door!” he yells as he starts to bang harder making you flinch at the action. with a defeated sigh, you get up and unlock the door before coming face-to-face with a flush faced sweaty minho. he stares at you angrily and grabs your wrist a bit too tightly before doing a quick scan of your body for any signs of injuries.

“do you even know how worried i was? gosh how can you even be so careless? i don’t think that i’ve ever seen my ex act that way,” the last part of the sentence is quieter as he trails off when the realisation strikes him.

“say that again,” you say, as if daring him to repeat his words. he looks away before muttering.

“i’ve heated up food for you, go eat it.”

“stop trying to change the topic! i heard you mention her loud and clear,” he groans at your words and looks back at you.

“so what if you heard me? i didn’t mean it and you know it,” he mutters and tries to grab a hold of your hand but you slap his hand before it can touch yours.

“i don’t think so i know it anymore minho. where is the guy i fell in love with? he would think at least a thousand times before saying something as hurtful as this,” you chuckle bitterly and walk past him.

maybe eternally was just a word meant for the world of fiction.

౨₊ৎ changbin

as soon as changbin’s feet crossed the line of the entrance to the apartment, his brows furrowed upon witnessing the messiest house. the smell of stale vegetables made him scrunch his nose in disgust and he covered his mouth with his hand before trying to search for you.

there you were, scrubbing the glass table vigorously and he sighed, “seriously?”

“what?” you look up at him in confusion making him look away.

taking a deep breath he looks back at you, “can i not expect the house to be in safe hands for even a day?”

“binnie it’s not like that i just—“

“i don’t want to hear your excuses anymore! we divided the chores equally then why don’t you do your part properly? i wish my ex had been here,” he spats and before you know it he bumps his shoulder against yours before walking away. not one ounce of regret.

all you wish was to turn back the time.

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

“you’re being dramatic hyunjin. i’ll be fine, besides i have my friends with me,” you try to reassure him but he wouldn’t budge even an inch from his firm decision.

“ the one who flirts with you? that friend?” he scoffs as if you just said something ridiculous.

this wasn’t the first time where hyunjin acted as if his words were meant to be obeyed. but he did very much mind the fact that you trusted some guy over him. no matter how hard you explain, he just finds one or the other way to insult your friend.

“don’t say that! you don’t know him that’s why you say it.”

“ i don’t care! i have no interest in knowing anything about him. don’t you think you’re being a little too carefree around him? i know guys like him pretty well,” he mutters while glancing up at you.

“stop behaving like you know everything!” you yell and glare at him. the remaining patience left in you had all reached the saturation point.

“stop being so damn adamant! that guy is no good! he’s trying to steer us away, if my ex was here she’d choose me over him,” he confesses and you can feel your heart drop and that feeling of suffocation begins to engulf you.

“right now i’d choose him rather than choosing you,” you spat and look away without letting him speak any other word.

perhaps even love marriage no longer reminded you of the good choices.

౨₊ৎ han

“do you think any girlfriend would trust their boyfriend around his ex?” you spoke as you followed him around the apartment as he picked up his things and placed them in his backpack.

“i think yes,” he mutters and glances at you for a second before looking away.

“well i don’t! she’s a manipulator jisung, listen to me! stop believing her lies!” you plead trying to remind him how bad she was.

“babe, you’re clearly exaggerating the situation! she’s just my client and i have to attend to her for today,” he sighs exasperated and rubs his temples in frustration.

“jisung… look i know it’s for your work but tell me how and when did she become your client? because for as long as i know your ex used to be a hairstylist,” you try to convince him to believe you but he does not even give you a glance.

he just sits on the couch with his legs crossed and his left arm rubbing his temples, his eyes are shut and his face is lowered, so you can’t predict what he’s thinking right now.

“babe, she’s my client, that's all i know and all i care. if she wasn’t my ex i’m sure she wouldn’t be that insecure in this situation,” he snapped, annoyance written bold on his forehead as he stared at you. all you could do was bite your lower lip and try not to give in to your mind telling you to cry. you couldn’t be any weaker, could you? you shouldn’t cry on these small things, you try to convince yourself but the way his expression does not falter makes your heart ache a little more.

“wow jisung, you’re so cool for using my weaknesses against me,” you mumble and stare at him blankly. your sentence was formed as if it were a joke, but there wasn’t any smile on your face. he looked up at you expectantly, that you were finally going to let him go.

so you did.

you let him go for good.

౨₊ৎ felix

“why are you doing this?” you sigh as you watch him browse through his wardrobe.

“you’re guilty and you have no right to say that,” he scoffs and continues to search for something particular in his wardrobe.

“where’s my brown hoodie?” he questions, turning around to look at you expectantly. his eyebrows are raised and there’s not the familiar expression of playfulness in his eyes anymore.

you gulp and lean against the wall, trying not to portray that the situation was that serious, “i don’t know,” you shrug and look down at your nails.

“you don’t… know? are you being for real right now?” he snaps and your gaze switches to him.

“stop yelling, i’m standing right in front of you,” you warn him with a defiant look in your eyes.

“fine, sorry. will you please tell me where all my hoodies are?”

“they’re in my wardrobe,” you mumble and watch as his gaze hardens back again, which makes you internally groan. just why were the two of you fighting over this stupid matter?

“babe please! i’ve told you a hundred times that the brown one was my favourite and i don’t like anyone wearing it. if my ex was here she wouldn’t have done this,” he ran a hand through his hair growing frustrated that you both didn’t understand each other.

“look it’s just that i don’t like it when someone does what i clearly told them not to,” he sighs and presses his face in his hands and lets out a muffled groan.

a minute of silence was all that was heard before you took your cue to speak, “it’s just a hoodie lixie, you didn’t have to take it this far,’’ the tears came as quickly as they fell. you had grabbed your coat and bag, heading for the door. you didn't think anything else could hurt you. but you were wrong.

he just stared down at the floor unmoving, he had no clue what to do anymore. all the time he spent courting you, all the flowers he brought you, were they nothing?

౨₊ৎ seungmin

“um, miss? the restaurant will be closing soon, we’re so sorry. would you like us to book you a cab?” you glance up at the waiter and shook your head with a tight smile on your face before heading out.

the night was surely chilly, but you didn’t care. at least not when you dolled up just for kim seungmin to not show up. it was supposed to be a dinner date with just the two of you as it was your third anniversary. three years of the two of you dating. three beautiful years… coming to an end?

you were tired. tired of constantly checking on seungmin just for him to hand up on you. tired of constantly worrying when he’ll come home just for him to say sorry everyday. tired of being played by his lies and broken promises. you were extremely tired and torn apart.

“babe-!” seungmin panted as he jogged up to you, the sight breaking your heart even more. it would’ve been better if he didn’t come looking for you. maybe then your heart wouldn’t hurt to say no to him next time.

“i’m sorry! i came here as soon as i got done,” he huffed and you threw him a quick glance. judging from the way he is breathing heavily he really did.

“clearly,” you mumble and look away, not giving in to him this time.

“baby, my boss held me back. you know how he acts during the end of the month, right?”

“no i don’t. and seungmin stop making excuses. if you wanted to, you could’ve told him or at least informed me? i was sitting in the restaurant for 3 hours looking like a total joke! do you enjoy this? enjoy making me suffer?” you yell and shrug his hand that was on your shoulder.

“don’t be like that, come on. i said i’m sorry. forgive me please?” he mutters and smiles a bit, in hopes you would say yes.

“i’m done with this,” you retort and begin to walk away but halt upon hearing him.

“dammit! i’m a grown ass man and i have a job that pays me! the same job that lets us eat! it’s just one date we can reschedule it next month as well! why do you have to be so stubborn all times? my ex would have more understanding in this situation,” he scoffs and you turn your head to stare at him with bloodshot red eyes.

“why did you have to make me fall in love with you?”

౨₊ৎ jeongin

there’s a soft smile plastered on your face as you knock on the door to jeongin’s dorm along with his members. the two of you had been dating for just over a year now and things were going pretty smoothly.

the door opens and you’re welcomed by felix’s wide grin as he pulls you in, “hey! you’re here!” you nod and give into his enthusiasm before looking around.

“jeongin’s inside,” felix chuckles when he notices you glance around the house, “what are you waiting for? you can go,” you smile sheepishly at his words and glance at the small bag food that you held in your hands before knocking on his door.

jeongin opens the door and you smile up at him but your smile falters when there’s no signs of happiness in his eyes. he just looks tired.

“why are you here?” he questions with eyebrows furrowed as he glances at the box in your hand and then back to you.

“i thought since you didn’t have lunch maybe we can have it together,” you mutter and lift the bag and show it to him but all he does is look at it blankly before scoffing.

“i told you i wanted to be alone!” he whisper yells and glances around the house. with a reluctant sigh he pulls you in the room and closes the door.

“jeongin… i wanted to be there for you baby,” you mumble and still try to muster a smile.

“well i didn’t want that! do you ever listen to anyone except you? i see you everyday! every single day! what else do you want from me? can’t i spend a day without you clinging around? i wish i never broke up with my ex,” he glares accusingly at you and you clutch the bag in your hands tighter as if it would decrease the pain.

“thanks for telling me i guess. at least i’ll know now whether you were faking it or not,” you head for the door before he can say anything.

“i’m sorry–” his words are cut when you leave the room and fling the door close in anger.

[sashimi020]

chaos meets guitarist p3[manjiro x reader]

p1 | p2

A/N: i hopee u guys like this chapter! thank you so much for the support on the last two chs. hope this is as enjoyable :33, comments, reblogs n likes r much appreciated!!<3

CREDITS FOR THE ART ON THE BANNER ALSO, @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe, all credits to them for the idea of making one of y/ns music bandmates be someone in the gang i hope i did it justice! (thank you, we all say in unison)

baji pulled out the restaurant table chair and slumped on it with a long sigh. kazutora huffed "long day?" "jeez. you have no idea. i seriously should've prioritized my studies back when we were teens. this shit is so hard and everyone else is doing way better than me! i have to work like, 10 times harder than everyone else" "well, you're improving right? that's all that matters. don't compare yourself to others..." chifuyu responds, baji chews the inside of his cheek, "whatever. let's just enjoy for a bit yeah? what are you guys ordering?"

__ chifuyu speaks up, "how have you guys been? we honestly need to catch up like this more often" kazutora nods and sighs "it's been fine," he rested his head on his palm, "i met this girl a few months ago-" "ooh! you like her?" "god! no, baji would you let me finish?" kazutora huffs childishly, "i ran into her when she was getting her jacket altered from mitsuya, somehow we all started talking and turns out that she's trying to do some music thing alongside college. after meeting up a few times after that," he pauses to take a bite out of his fries, "we decided to work together to start a music course-slash-band thing, i mean, it's nothing much right now, i'm still working at XJ land and obviously i will be for a while," he turns to chifuyu "but this shit seems pretty promising" he pauses "we'll do covers and upload them online, we'll take commissions, y'know, do gigs and also teach."

chifuyu smiles warmly "that sounds great, you guys should play for us sometime" baji snorted, "at least you won't be blasting your dumbass guitar and bass in the apartment anymore" he paused, "but in all seriousness, i'm happy for you dude. i'm glad your pursuing this"

__

becoming friends with draken and emma came with a lot of benefits. firstly, you found yourself being more social than before. somehow, they had an incredibly huge friend circle, it intimidated you at first but over time and over hangouts, you'd gotten used to all of them and they all seemed to like you quite a bit thankfully. you had the chance of getting to meet hina and takemitchi properly, who were so heartwarming and wonderful. they were super cute together.

they certainly made you feel single though.

your prospects in relationships were never very great - in all honesty, it would be great to have a partner - you quickly push the idea, though, in favour of kickstarting your music business.

__

"we're going out for dinner with everyone today, right?" draken spoke as he yawned, "mhmm! you think we should invite y/n? they already met.. hina.. mikey and takemitchi, they all got along so well so maybe?… i feel like they'd fit right in. i'll ask the others first too though" emma said as she stretched her sleepiness away. "yeah sure, that sounds good" draken responded. __

emma: hi guyss

kazutora: sup

chifuyu: yoo

emma: would it be alright if a friend tagged along today? they're pretty cool and i think you'd all get along well

baji: sure why not

baji: i haven't made a new friend since high school 💀 college is eating up all my time i swear

mitsuya: sounds cool!

hina: me and mitchi met them recently! super chill

hina: can't wait for tn! its been a while since we all got together! __

emma: hey y/n!! ru free tonight?

y/n: oh! yeah i think so

emma: would you wanna come to dinner with us? a few of our other friends will be there too!

_

you stare at your phone for a few seconds and consider the offer. it was undoubtedly thoughtful but you found yourself hesitating. meeting new people was always a rather daunting task, and you'd developed a certain feeling towards this group of people. everyone was so amicable and enjoyable to be around that you hoped that you were the same to them. 'what if i embarrass myself?' 'what if i'm too awkward?' worries and anxieties plagued your mind.

but you needed to take this risk. moving into a new place and finding a long term friend group wasn't an easy task. why miss out on this opportunity?w

_

y/n: sure, sounds good, what time?

_

the evening rolled around, you got ready and met up with draken, emma and mikey. "ready to go?"emma asked you, you nod in response, still feeling slightly nervous. the four of you got in the car, draken and emma sitting in front and you and mikey in the back.

"actually ah, i'm slightly nervous" you chuckle, the anxiousness in your voice was more prominent that you'd have liked it to be, "i always get like this while meeting new people," "awh! don't worry, you'll get along just fine, everyone will like you for sure," emma reassured you. you glance out of the car window and watch the scenery speed by. mikey eyes you curiously, a part of him hoping you'd turn your head and talk to him instead.

_

the four of you get out of the car, seemingly having arrived early. you all settle down at the table and chat for a bit. mikey huffs in a childish manner and it interrupts your train of thought, "everything okay?" you tilt your head towards him, "fine, just cold. stupid.. dumb air con.." he pouted and mumbled. you pause, shrug off your jacket and place it over his shoulders. "that better?" his cheeks blossomed into a noticably adorable pink colour, "you didn't have to.." he muttered but didn't take it off. draken and emma share a knowing glance as she smirks smugly. "cute" emma chuckes, "huh?!" "i've never seen you act like this mikey," draken snorts.

before mikey can defend himself the others arrive.

you lean over to introduce yourself, a taller guy with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail holds the door open for a few others, 'why the hell are all these people so tall.. it's ridiculous' you think. you see hina, and takemitchi walk in, then suddenly, your brain malfunctions.

"KAZUTORA?!"

"Y/N?"

"MITSUYA??"

"Y/N???"

"YOU GUYS KNOW EACH OTHER?!"

"you- wait.. i.."

"SHE'S YOUR NEIGHBOUR?!"

"SHE'S THE ONE THAT WORKS WITH YOU GUYS???"

hina interrupts the chaos "hey! guys, sit down first don't yell in the restaurant! jeez.." you stare in slight awe as the others glance at you in slight confusion and curiousity. "small world huh?" mitsuya chuckles, somehow the most composed out of everyone, "okay! i need an explaination right now" emma interjects, "we..- well they're the friends i uh, i'm working with on the music centre and band" "ohhh" everyone says in unison.

your brain feels fuzzy from slight shock and happiness. what a pleasnt coincidence. "baji, chifuyu, meet y/n, y/n, meet baji and chifuyu". you give them a small smile "it's nice to meet you both!" "sup!" "nice to meet you too!". after everyone exchanged pleasantries, you all sit down and order. mitsuya smirked and stared at mikey, "that's y/n's jacket, no? the one i altered," "oh- oh, yeah. well, he said he was cold.. so..". mitsuya smirked, "sure, yeah" __

"ah.." kazutora laughs heartily, "this is great! i was just going to introduce you, y'know?" you smile sheepishly, you never expected things would turn out this way. any anxiety you felt before coming was mostly quelled.

the converstion went on, you learned about chifuyu's pet shop, you knew kazutora had a part-time but you found it amusingly sweet that he worked with animals. you wished baji the best of luck as a veterinarian. you could only imagine the workload he has till he graduates.

you learned a lot about all your newfound friends. it felt warm. really warm. you glanced at mikey a few times and he met your gaze. he smiled contently. it was a look you liked. "you know, you should smile more" "really?" "yeah, it suits you, you know, you're mostly always wearing that pout. you look happy. that's nice" his grin softened into a more sincere smile. "okay. i'll smile more. it won't be too hard though, you'll see it often, cause you make me smile". you chuckle brightly in response, "that's so cheesy!" "shut up.." everything felt so sweet.

you learned about their gang and childhood. mikey reminisced about it in an excited, animated manner, and their eyes lit up. they were all clearly so passionate about it. an air of nostalgia laid heavy, you were never a part of these memories, but in the vivd manner in which they described it, you might as well have been.

after a few drinks, the conversation shifted back to the music centre. "so, you know, you guys barely gave us any details about the thing you're doing! and i'm only now finding out that you guys know each other?" emma whined, "i need to know more, c'mon!" her face was flushed slightly from the alcohol. your mood heightens. you loved talking about it. "kazutora's our bassist and also guitarist, mitsuya does vocals, well, you already know that i do guitar but on the occasion i play drums." kazutora grinned "i'm really excited to finally start playing together, y'know? i don't know if it's sustainable income but, it's fucking fun" "i'll be teaching as well anyways and i'm still getting a degree so i have that going.." you respond. "we rented a studio. we should all practice this weekend, yeah?" mitsuya asks, "sure. sounds great"

"you guys gotta play something for us" baji said. "hell yeah!" kazutora responded enthusiastically, "c'mon, guys, c'mon let's make a toast" "toast to what?" "to.. new adventures and.." mikey glanced at you "to new friendships", chifuyu whooped and the sound of clinking of glasses filled the air.

baji, chifuyu and kazutora booked a cab to their apartment, chifuyu was slumped onto baji and remained fairly incoherent. you hoped that his hangover tomorrow wouldn't be severe. mikey was of a similar state, face flushed and a dazed expression with glossed over eyes. he seemed clingier than usual. hina and takemitchi dropped off mitsuya. the four of you got back in emma's car.

mikey's head lolled to the side, almost, just almost resting on your shoulder, you feel the need to resist the urge to shift slightly closer so his head falls completely on your shoulder. ultimately you didn't need to do anything because he moved anyways. closer than you would've expected. your arms touched and you felt your face heat up.

you figure he wouldn't mind and wrap your arm around his shoulder. he hums contently at the warmth and the comfortable weight. you cant help but smile at the sight.

emma glances at the pair from the rear view mirror and a soft expression falls on her face. it was about time mikey found someone he could be completely and wholly vulnerable with.

'emma'll wake me up when we reach home' you think, as you shut your eyes too, and lean your head on his.

__ tags: @manjirosfairmuse @dollrndo @dancingnewcat @bowloficecubes @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe extra notes: i wish i could've expanded on hina and takemitchi more tbh! might make a game night chapter next.. not 100% sure though. if you guys have any ideas do drop them in the comments!

i know this is supposed to be a mikey x reader fic but i really wanted to expand on the platonic relationships b/n reader and everyone else. i feel like that's something that a lot of x reader fics lack, (totally not that it's a bad thing!! many x reader fics that are isolated to the character n reader are great!! ) but i did want to give my two cents on these relationships and improve my writing!

[clinticalthinkr]

Spoilers for Mouthwashing

There’s a lot of convo about Jimmy, Curly, and Anya (and for good reason), but I haven’t seen as much about the dynamic between Swansea and Daisuke. The game does make Swansea look like a saint compared to Jimmy and Curly, but let’s be real. He kind of sucks.

I’ve known people like Swansea. I’ve worked with them. They’re miserable and the best thing they can do is make sure other people aren’t miserable by trying to get them not to make the same choices they did. And those choices are, sometimes, working at a shitty job. Which we all have to do sometimes! The problem with the Swanseas of the world is that they think they know you, and they think they know what’s best for you. But we don’t know Daisuke’s situation. Maybe doing maintenance is the best he can accomplish, or maybe he just needs the money for now and would have moved on to something else. But Swansea keeps berating and pushing him down in the hopes that he won’t go through the same crap he did. And it weighs down on Daisuke.

Thankfully, I wasn’t as young or impressionable as Daisuke. I didn’t feel the need to drink to try to connect with my superior. I didn’t feel the need to climb in an extremely dangerous ventilation shaft to show my superior that I was capable, nor did I have a Jimmy in my life playing on my insecurities. Thank fuck. Nobody needs a Jimmy. But I have worked jobs where I was insecure and I made bad choices to try to do better or even just get a “good job” from my senior workers.

Back in 2018, I worked as a postal carrier for three months, though I was still in my evaluation period when I left. Being evaluated for months suuuucks. You know what sucks even more? Having no support among your peers. I only heard one positive remark about my performance from one of my co-workers during “Amazon Sunday” which is as dystopian as it sounds. When I pointed it out, he acted like his tongue betrayed him. The thing is, I craved that little bit of positivity so much, I started doing things like not putting my seatbelt on or locking the packages up in the back of the vehicle when I went in to an apartment. All in the name of efficiency. If I could just drive a little bit faster, someone will accept me. If I work a little less safely, I can get some kind of approval. I realized pretty quickly what the job was doing to me and I quit on after having a little bit of a mental breakdown.

Daisuke, though. He needs a mentor. And it sucks that Swansea couldn’t be that for him. It sucks even more that Jimmy saw that insecurity and took advantage of it. Anyway, that’s my rant. Swansea isn’t based. He is, in fact, cringe. At least he accepts how much he sucks. It’s a start. But what good does that do Daisuke? He needed someone to at least pretend to be a mentor. He needed someone to take responsibility.

[emryx]

When two NPCs with maybe 5 total minutes of screentime have you so obsessed you give them a child 🏃🏻

BEHOLD—my Teiago fankid, Elias de Riva (plus an info dump about him and his parents below because I’m very normal abt them but you can skip that and jus look at all the art if you want 🫣)

Realistically, it’s really hard to imagine a scenario where these two have a kid. But that’s what fanart and hcs are for 🙌 As of right now, I hc that around the time of the dialog from one of the crows abt Teia and Viago being "on again" is when he's conceived. But they don't really find out until after the ending of Veilguard. Any symptoms Teia might experience beforehand are just written off as stress or straight up ignored because of how much they have on their respective plates with the Antaam and the gods. Viago even calls her out for never going home and insists she takes a contract to “kill a vacation.” So I don't think it'd be too far fetched for her to look the other way until things are settled in Treviso again because of timeline stuff.

No clue how they react after the initial news rn but that can come later. They start being a little less childish with their back and forth break-ups at least once the seriousness of it all sinks in lol

Viago did not like the idea at first, I know that much. Mans was STRUGGLING with Elias in the early stages. Babies are loud, unpredictable, often inconsolable little heathens that he can't analyze or have a consistent system for. It would drive him nuts. A tiny human who can't yet care for itself and constantly needs to be held and directed, paired with his touch-aversion, OCD, and need for set routines? Yeahhh…Teia understands, but on one hand that woman just went through 9 months of her own hell and she's shoving that boy into his arms sometimes regardless of his bad days LMAO

It helps, in the end. Pushes him to gradually get used to it over time. Viago starts to realize there is somewhat of a system to the whole dad thing and fatherhood grows on him because I said so.

He holds a lot of resentment and hatred towards his own father. As a bastard of the king and one of his drunk mistresses, I doubt Viago’s upbringing was too great. The whole “demon teeth” comment was enough to hint as such. He wouldn't be thrilled about taking care of a baby, but the thought of entrusting his son to nannies? Strangers?? No. That's something his dad would and did do and he’s better than him. This is his kid; He doesn't care if it's gross, he'd rather feel uncomfortable sometimes for the sake of Elias’s comfort than stoop as low as the king.

On top of spite, the paranoia with poison extends to Elias in a way; one of my favorite hcs I’ve seen is Viago being exposed to assassination attempts on the king or his mistresses/servants while he was growing up before joining the crows, whether it’s via stories or witnessing first hand. The thought of entrusting Elias’s life to anyone else gives him flashbacks to being a child himself, scared to eat or drink anything prepared by anyone because of how many times others were killed that way around him. Even doing extensive checks and handpicking a trustworthy nanny is not reliable and doesn’t guarantee safety. We love a paranoid dad.

Teia on the other hand? | think she'd like a family tbh. Maybe she didn’t react well to first finding out she was pregnant, but otherwise the idea grows on her quickly compared to Viago. As an orphan, she didn't get much of a family—the crows became her family, Caterina as her "nonna" and some of the older Talons as her weird uncles. Being able to experience what she never had with a child she can ensure has a good life feels fitting for her character. Heals a bit of her own inner child too, yk? 🫠 She’s such a caring woman despite her occupation and she’d make a good mother. Scary, but good LMSKSKX

Life as a crow is harsh. Being the child of not one but two Talons?? On one hand that kid is very protected but on the other he has a huge target on his back. If Viago was worried about people thinking House de Riva and House Cantori had an alliance, I can only imagine what a wholeass child would stir up. They both would prepare him well for the future in their own ways. It’s not canon to him, but the thought of Elias being ridiculously resistant to poisons because Viago started building his immunity up so young is funny to me 😭

Anyways ramble over. Some creative liberties were taken, such as his eyes being more golden like how Teia’s are described in Tevinter Nights. I may give Elias his curls back because he looks goofy next to Teia and Viago with his emo hair JAKAMC

I love their little family…

[buglass]

Funny How Time Slips Away - Chapter 3

Summary: By 2025, America is under an authoritarian dictatorship in an alternate dystopian future. To sustain the economy, one of the few tricks the government has permitted is biological advances allowing the biggest stars in entertainment to be cloned, trained, and sold to the masses as they once were before. At long last, Elvis Presley’s DNA is next to be developed and brought back to life. Melody Cunningham, a developmental biologist, questions over time if what Truman Laboratory and the government are doing is ethical. Risking her career and life, she must decide if enough is enough to help the new Elvis escape. Pairing: Elvis Presley x Melody Cunningham!Black!OFC WC: 6.8K Warnings: 18+, Authoritarian/dystopian society AU, infringing upon bodily autonomy, cloning, smut, paranoia, & anxiety.  A/N: I’m so happy people are enjoying this oddball take on what it is to be a celebrity in the modern age even after death. Sorry it took so long after the first two chapters! Slightly rough start to the month but I’m hoping this long chapter will help. Enjoy.

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The dressing room air carried the thick scent of their coupling, or maybe the smell was stuck in her nostrils and aided by her paranoia. Melody wiped herself clean with a nearby box of tissues and Elvis helped to pull and crimp her dress back into place. He was gentle in helping her do so, smoothing down her hair and dabbing away smeared makeup with a napkin. The intimacy caused her to shiver as she watched Elvis in the mirror and he picked up on her nervousness. He would give her gentle smiles, reassuring Melody everything would fall into place. 

“I will talk to you after the show, okay? They’re makin’ me socialize after with a bunch of people I’m meant ta impress,” Elvis whispered, dropping his head to press a kiss to her shoulder.

Melody wanted to look as hopeful as she did but she was afraid. She turned slowly, forcing a smile onto her face as she did. Some parts of her still felt reserved in light of their unexpected romp. She hated how Elvis had affected her in the past year and came to accept that his natural charm and charisma would make her feel things she didn’t care to explore. 

“After,” Melody agreed.

Elvis hummed, a deep sigh escaping him as he dropped his head to kiss her lips. He bit down into her bottom lip playfully, tugging at it before drawing away. They spent more than enough time together that his absence would become suspicious. Elvis had a show to put on and Melody needed to return to her seat. A few minutes passed and both were back in their designated places. Melody was sure everyone in the room and the entirety of the Kennedy Center knew what she had done. Elvis was confident there weren’t any cameras but she should have known better than to trust that the Regime wouldn’t keep a watchful eye on their new prized possession. Elvis was one of many experiments with a tracking device implanted into them the second they were big enough to insert one. Melody sighed as she forced herself to settle in between suited jackasses and military men and women alike. 

The era planned to be promoted was Elvis back in the fifties. Seeing him come out on stage was lackluster compared to his impending future. Melody felt a sinkhole developing in her stomach picturing that sweet boy in front of her becoming intoxicated by fame. Elvis was jittery but ecstatic to be welcomed by endless applause and smiling faces. He still had so much time and room to grow. There were twenty years on their side, at least, unless modern times expedited the process. The nagging feeling for Melody returned because she knew that on average, most of the clones usually fell victim to the unavoidable fate that was death. If the subjects didn’t die at the same age as their predecessors, it was either before or after.

Elvis shimmied across the stage near the front and center, his band as simple as the original Elvis when he first gained fame. Melody’s eyes drifted to the drummer, the bassist, and the lead guitarist. They looked nothing like DJ Fontana, Bill Black, or Scotty Moore but they served their purpose. Melody swallowed back her concern when Elvis looked happy for the first time in a long time as he always did when he sang. When the two of them locked eyes, although just for a second, the sparks between them flew. Elvis smirked at their shared secret and just for a second he could feel another chub growing. He was riding a high that Truman Labs couldn’t replicate. The woman he wanted craved him as he did her and so many people wanted to hear him sing. He grabbed the neck of the microphone feeling happier than ever in the past year.

Three months passed.

Melody had to watch as Elvis went on tour and he was left without knowing realistically when he could fit her into his schedule again. Similarly to the real Elvis, he was touring nonstop across the country because States—now four Districts instead of fifty separate territories—demanded the revenue and the space for a show. Most of the money went to the government but the people in those districts could benefit from the influx of a clone’s presence. Bartering became much more affluent since then, and those still willing to spend money on buying off-brand products helped stimulate the local economy. 

Work went on and someone else filled the room that was once Elvis’ Audubon home. Each new subject was still just as interesting but she was lucky to get by without being reprimanded for her inappropriate evening with Elvis. When she tried to stay behind to find Elvis after his show at the Kennedy Center, not only was she denied access but it didn’t appear he could escape his obligations. Anyone who paid for the separate ticket were the only ones allowed to visit him. If she tried to pass on her phone number to Elvis, someone might mistake her as a crazed fan wanting his attention. So she was left with images of being fucked on a couch in his dressing room. Melody would catch him on a nighttime television show that was carefully curated and ironically open to what Elvis could say or do. 

Over time, the hurt faded for her. Melody understood it wasn’t his fault and how inevitable it was. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to be a little selfish. She felt she had more than enough on her plate as it was at work and she didn’t need the blowback of falling in love with Elvis Presley weighing on her shoulders. The days went on one after the other and Truman Labs reached the point where production of clones could be slowed down as more than enough filled the entertainment industry. Melody’s conscience could rest for a while. Later in the week, just before the weekend, she didn’t feel like dragging herself out of bed. Lately, she was starting to dislike Truman Labs. Her team was expected to switch gears into Truman’s Grocery line which made her stomach twist and turn. Engineering food products with subpar and bare minimum supplements made her crave her childhood. Back when food wasn’t completely shitty and tasted real. 

Melody rolled her head toward her glowing glass clock, frowning as the number read a quarter past six in the morning. She had another hour before she had to get to work. When a heavy knock thumped at her door, she jumped. Rarely did she ever have guests besides her grandmother and her grandmother wouldn’t knock as hard. The worst-case scenario played out in her head. Someone found out or realized what she and Elvis did. Or maybe she had an unpaid fee somewhere that she forgot about? Either way, a visit from the Regime meant she fucked up. She shivered as she pushed away her covers, the cool dank cellar an unwelcome chill down her spine. Melody crept out of bed, sliding on fuzzy slippers, and grabbed her discarded hoodie once she was past the couch. 

She wished she had a peephole for once. 

Melody pulled open the door and was greeted by the expected Regime officer. He plucked his hat away from his manicured and polished haircut, the brim of his hat black and the rest of it the dreariest green she ever knew along with the tan and greens of their uniform besides the black tie. His name tag read ‘Everett’ and he cleared his throat, brows going up briefly. 

“Ms. Cunningham?” Everett asked. 

“Yes, that’s me,” Melody said slowly, holding the door.

“Well, that’s good to hear. We’ve been looking for you. Specifically Elvis.” 

“Elvis?” Melody said softly, attempting to remain passive. 

“Hey, E,” Everett called back over his shoulder into the stone stairwell leading down from the ground level of the tiered home. 

There was shuffling in the now browned and crunchy grass until long legs descending came into view. Everett stepped back as Elvis filled the space and replaced his guard dog in the doorway. Everett turned to head up the cement steps, giving them the privacy Elvis must have asked for. Melody couldn’t breathe just yet. She needed to measure the engagement and why Elvis came to her door at all after how much time passed. 

“H-Hi, honey,” Elvis stammered. 

He looked as sheepish as he did when they met and spent time together. Melody felt her cool exterior melting as she realized maybe he also felt wary of her. Though it was cold outside and Elvis wore a jacket, she said, “Come inside. It’s cold out.” 

Elvis didn’t need to be told twice. Melody’s heart was pounding loudly in her ears and chest. The basement was mostly dark except for the partial light of daytime and the sun slowly rising through the few high windows. She looked around as she became aware that Elvis was in her place and she couldn’t remember how many dishes she left in the sink or when she lazily tossed a pair of underwear toward her hamper if it made it in. Melody swallowed down some of her pride as she shuffled toward the couch covered in various blankets to sit down. Elvis followed without hesitation and sat as humanly close next to her. He didn’t lose any of that need for human touch. 

“Nice little shorts you got on,” Elvis said about her pajamas. His fingertips grazed over her thigh and she gasped softly. Melody placed a hand on his wrist though the blood rushed down in a hurry. She needed to clear the air between them. 

“I was about to get ready for work. I’m surprised you’re awake right now,” Melody said. 

“It’s about my bedtime. But I-I had to see you. We were coming back ‘round to the East District and it’s been driving me crazy not being able to see or talk to you since that night. No one would listen to me.” Elvis ranted. 

“So… It’s not that you got your fix?”

“Goddamnit,” Elvis muttered, moving to hold Melody’s hand. “No, Mel. Not at all. When I asked for someone to go back and get you, that same kid, he couldn’t. Said he would get into trouble if anyone saw him sneak in someone who didn’t pay for the Meet and Greet. Then, everything happened so fast. They didn’t even give me a phone till recently.”

Melody heard him and read his expression but if she were truthful with herself she missed him. She feared who he would meet on the road and how much his new circle would brainwash him, which was hypocritical considering that she actively aided in altering his thoughts and feelings for the benefit of Truman. 

“And that guy, Everett, does he do that often? Help you get to women?” Melody tested. 

“Does it matter? The answer is no anyhow. We just only started trustin’ each other. Givin’ the other leeway. That’s probably why he was comfortable enough to do me this favor. The guys around me have connections I don’t have when it came to findin’ you.” Elvis fiddled with her fingers. 

“I… I missed you,” Melody forced out. 

Feelings weren’t her forte but Elvis needed to know. The past three months made her sick to her stomach and she wanted to be by Elvis’ side even if they had to hide the fact. Her thoughts alternatively went to finding ways to get to him again and tell him she wanted Elvis all to herself.

“Didn’t I always tell you that you don’t have to be shy with me?” Elvis said, cupping a hand on her cheek to meet her eyes. 

Melody’s mouth set into a pout as she drank him in. He had a somewhat fading blue eye shadow on his lids that made the blue of his irises stick out even in her dim basement. Melody felt that stirring feeling in her chest and gut that told her she loved him. She loved that version of Elvis because he was sweet and stubborn. All the things that she hid away, Elvis lived it loud and proud. She was wasting time she didn’t have to spare. Melody pressed forward, climbing onto Elvis’ lap, and dropped her mouth to his in a kiss. Elvis didn’t hesitate to grab handfuls of her ass, guiding her forward into his lap as he kissed back. His tongue lapped at her, parting her lips like he hadn’t fed in three months. Melody hated that she loved the one person who would take effort to love. Her selfishness kept pulling and tugging at her, wanting her to beg that he stay and give up on chasing a dream implanted into his head. Truman Labs had a success rate of ninety-eight-point-two percent. How was she going to manage to work against that? 

Melody pulled back and Elvis chased after her. She pressed her hands into his chest and he pressed his back into the cushion. She loved seeing him that way, lips swollen and slick with spit. The look in his eyes also changed, and she wanted every inch he was willing to give her. Elvis pressed his hips upward as if on cue and she exhaled softly. 

“I need to know if this is a game before going forward. I have a lot of thoughts and a lot of feelings. I need to know if you’re doing this just to…cover your Districts,” Melody blinked, searching for a slip-up. 

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved. I came back to you,” Elvis’ eyes softened. “I’m not lookin’ to hurt you… I’ve been holdin’ back for so long and I didn’t get the chance to say what I-I—“

“I love you,” Melody cut in. Elvis would keep rambling if she didn’t. 

“You do?” Elvis asked in the most boyish way possible. Melody was sure, for the first time in a long time about anyone or anything, how she felt. She had too much time to think about the pros and cons. Elvis was one-of-a-kind even if he was a replication of his former self. 

“I do, which is why it’s hard for me to see you go. Why it was hard for me to be with you at Truman and I couldn’t be close to you in the way I wanted. This is highly, highly unethical… I shouldn’t entertain it because maybe you’re conditioned to feel attached to me.” Melody breathed, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.  

“No, Mel. Don’t do that,” he looked on with pursed lips. “I wouldn’t have tried so hard if I didn’t feel the same. You saw for yourself that I’ve always had a thing for you. Don’t minimize it. I love you. You hear me? I will do whatever I have to to make you happy. What will make you happy?”

“I don’t know. I can’t ask you for what I would want or need.” Melody shook her head. For the first time in a while, she was crying and didn’t know why. Elvis cupped his hands, the cool metal of his pinky ring grazing her skin. He held her face between his hands and shook his head. 

“What is it? What do you need?” Elvis pried. 

“I‘ll be miserable without you around. I need you with me. I breached my contract by being with you. It’s not only within the Lab but after. They’ll terminate my contract and I’m not supposed to speak on ever wanting to defect… But, how else am I supposed to have you? They’ll work you like a dog like they did with the real Elvis,” Melody sniffled, softly sobbing. “Then you’ll die and I’ll be without you all over again.”

“Honey,” Elvis exhaled softly as he took it all in. “This head of yours is always so full of worry. Seeing the Districts for myself, I get it. The stories some of the men that tour with me talk about are beyond imaginable. Is that how I died, because of the Regime?” 

“No. I’m not supposed to say,” Melody shook her head. 

“You also aren’t s’posed to be givin’ me a hard-on but here we are,” Elvis smirked. 

“Little shit,” Melody snapped out of it and into their usual banter. “I can’t help myself.” She grinned. 

“Neither can I. You’re gonna give me your number and we’ll figure it out. Take some leave. They don’t need you, do they?” Elvis asked distractedly. 

He returned to kissing her, moving to her neck. Melody didn’t need very much convincing to do as he said. His hands slid to the bottom of her hoodie and underneath to warm, smooth skin. Elvis groaned against her neck as he grabbed her hips and brought her weight down to grind against her. Melody could be a little late to work though D.C. traffic was a gamble she didn’t like taking. 

“And there’s no one else?” She whispered. 

“No one, baby,” Elvis answered firmly. 

“Then, let’s be quick.”

Elvis nodded and Melody smiled. They both scrambled with her hoodie to remove it and avoid being too warm. Elvis did the same with his jacket, exposing the rest of his plain button-down shirt. Melody looked down at her pointed nipples showing through her camisole, the cold of the basement getting to her quicker than she had planned. Elvis was pulling at her shorts while he took her in with parted lips. His mouth snapped shut as Melody reached down between them, undoing his zipper and pulling him free through the slot of both his underwear and trousers. 

“Help me pull my pants down. Don’t need them gettin’ caught on the goods,” Elvis joked though his voice had deepened. 

Melody obliged him and tugged his pants down out of the way. Since they were at it, Elvis pulled his underwear down, too, leaving nothing in their way. Melody wasted no time as he held the base of his cock, drawing back the skin to expose a slick and leaking beaming red tip. Melody groaned at the sight of it as she spit on her fingers and slid them between her folds. She scooted forward on her knees, using the back of the couch next to Elvis’ head to balance her weight. Elvis sucked in a breath as her wet heat teased at him, rubbing along the head with her opening to ensure the descent wouldn’t be painful. Elvis watched, hypnotized by the way Melody rubbed her pussy onto him. He could come like that if she let him. Elvis bit down into his bottom lip and when he had enough, he gripped her hip over her shirt to guide her forward.

Melody spread her legs wider, her chin tipping into the air as she moaned out. “Will your Regime dog care?” Melody panted.

“No, not at all. Let me hear you, baby. You don’t have to be quiet here. Show me how good you feel.” Elvis grunted, shaking his head. He wanted her to lose herself in the moment with him. The last thing he was thinking about was John Everett. Melody moaned again when she bottomed out, leaning forward onto the couch where Elvis rested his head with her elbows. She bounced her hips speedily, the skin of his thighs meeting her ass. Elvis’ expressiveness quickly reminded her how much she enjoyed having sex last time. Every bit of pleasure was written on his face from the wrinkled brow to how his lips formed an ‘o’. 

“This is your pussy,” she whispered in his ear.

“Goddamnit, Mel, you’re gonna make me come if you keep talkin’ like that. Slow down, slow down.” Elvis nearly begged. He breathed out when she decidedly slowed down, soon gripping her hips to control how fast she went. Melody enjoyed when he took over as much as she liked to see him become nervous about losing his wits. 

“Too much?” Melody smiled, dropping her mouth to Elvis’ earlobe to toy with it.

“You are a dangerous woman when you wanna be,” Elvis huffed. “You still have ta come yourself.”

“You can always use your fingers and mouth. But, another time. We need to finish because I have work and you need to sleep. I know you haven’t yet.” Melody said. 

She spoke just in time because Elvis decided to get her off before she changed her mind about letting them go slow. He would be damned to disappoint her otherwise. He planted his feet on the floor, asserting his hold on her waist as he fucked up into her. Elvis pinned her hips to jam the head of his cock into her G-spot, causing Melody to wrap her arms around his neck as if holding onto a pillar during an earthquake. Her moans were a lot louder, frantic, and shrill as she felt the building tension turn to expanding warmth.

“Oh, my God, I’m coming. I’m coming!” She shrieked, toes curling against the couch. 

Melody whimpered helplessly and Elvis slowed down when she moved as if she was trying to escape his thrusts. He hummed, the sound husky approval as his hand came around to circle on her clit. She jumped and twitched around him until she began bouncing her hips again. Elvis watched with pursed lips and a look that bordered on serious. Melody knew she had him in the palm of her hand now, using her leverage on the couch again to stroke the singer dry. He was grunting and his eyes shut as he shot his hot load into her, spurt after spurt painting the inside of her until she could feel it hit the back wall. Not long after did a mess form where they were connected, Elvis’ come spilling onto the base of his dick and slowly down his balls.

“Mel… Holy shit,” Elvis said at last.

“I’ll get you a cloth,” Melody said, working to catch her breath. 

Elvis stopped her as she tried to break away, reeling her in with a hand half on her cheek and neck to pull her into a kiss. For so long, she wondered how she could feel that way for a subject but Elvis was Elvis. He was still so curious and accepting even then. He might not have shared the same soul as the original but he was just as good and she was afraid of losing him because of it. No one else would compare otherwise.

“Now, go,” Elvis mumbled against her lips. 

Melody nodded only to stand on wobbly legs. She disappeared off into the tiny bathroom, sucking on her bottom lip to taste Elvis again. Returning with a dry towel, she handed it to Elvis who made easy work of his clean before handing the towel back to Melody. 

“I don’t think that was very quick of us. It’s a quarter ‘til seven. I have to jump in the shower but give me your phone and maybe you and Everett can find somewhere safe for us to meet.” Melody offered. She used the towel to spruce up between her legs and grabbed her underwear from her shorts as a temporary fix. Elvis was tucking himself away before sitting down on the couch again. He blew out a breath and swept a hand through his hair.

“Sounds good, honey. I’m thinkin’ his home. He’s originally stationed at the Pentagon and lives in Crystal City. It’ll make for a good meetin’ spot that isn’t a hotel. If I’ve learned anything, hotels have even more cameras than the streets do sometimes.” Elvis nodded, stretching his arm out over the back of the sofa. 

“When do you normally wake up in the evening?” Melody asked. More so out of politeness. At Truman, he would wake up anywhere between five and eight at night. Since he was touring, she figured there was room for that to change. 

“Lately? About six,” he weighed, his eyes focused on the bit of her stomach that showed. “Why?”

“One: you need to sleep more. Two: I think we should talk.” Melody said.

“It’ll have to be after my show. That’s if I can skate past the rest of the officers with sticks up their asses. Everyone is a little more…lenient. More than they were before at the first leg of the tour,” Elvis grimaced. “Hell, they gave me a phone.”

“Well,” Melody sat beside him, flopping as she did. “Just be careful, E. Before I forget, give me your number.”

Elvis dug into his front pocket to retrieve his smartphone. It was odd to see him in his fifties clothing with a modern device. Additionally, she couldn’t remember if it was the Regime or Elvis who insisted on wearing the dated garments. 

“I think we should use a special code word if we think something is wrong,” Melody added, clueing Elvis into her suspicions about him being watched. “Like… If something feels unsafe. Maybe there’s a camera or microphone we saw. I’m thinking… Peacock?”

“Peacock?” Elvis laughed as he watched her add her number.

“Believe it or not, you back then really liked them. Felt they were a symbol of eternal life and resurrection. I guess it’s fitting to think about.” Melody shrugged. Elvis raised a brow but weighed it as he was still a believer of God in his current lifetime and shrugged in understanding. 

“Peacock it is,” Elvis agreed.

Melody hated having to play ‘normal’ when she got to work. When she arrived, she was twenty minutes late and expected an earful from Randall. Upon arriving at her desk, a nondescript business card with a golden eye on a black background sat on her desk. Melody furrowed her brow as she looked around and slowly flipped over the card to a QR code. Her phone was locked away, probably for the better. She slipped the card into her purse as she tried to settle in. She felt like she had enough on her plate from having a morning quickie with Elvis and him being escorted by a sympathetic Regime officer. Melody’s attention was drawn to the side where two junior scientists were whispering.

“Did you hear that the British monarchy is following suit to something similar to the Regime?” The guy said in a failed attempt at whispering.

“It’s actually fuckin’ crazy,” said the seated young woman.

Melody rolled her eyes but not at them. Any other society that followed what America was doing just spelled bad news for the rest of the world. 

“Cunningham,” Randall called from the other side of the lab. 

He was the only one with an office although it was glass all around. Standing in the doorway, he waited for Melody to lift her eyes to him and she sighed. She knew it was coming and he only used her last name when he was disappointed. Melody pushed away from her desk, leaving her things and the strange card in her purse. She crossed the floor past their empty tubes where Elvis first looked at her to get to the office across grated drains. Randall insisted she step in first before the wooden door was shut behind either of them. He rounded his desk and sat back, clasping his hands together as he leaned into his chair. Melody thought he looked too smug for her being twenty minutes late. 

“Look, I had a weird start to the morning—” Melody began.

“Mel, that’s not why I called you back here,” Randall said, waving his hand. 

“Why else would you…?” 

“The card.” He said plainly.

“What? What about it? I just got in. I have no clue who placed it there—”

“Melody, I placed it there,” Randall explained away, holding his palms out. She looked warily at him because she had no clue what he was getting at but worse, she didn’t know why or what the runaround was all about. “I think you are more of a free thinker than you care to admit to.”

Melody’s mind began turning in on itself as she watched Randall closely and glanced out the windows of his office. He was admitting to something treasonable and life-ending if she understood correctly.

“At the Kennedy Center, I saw you come from backstage. Look, I’m not judging you. I think it was bound to happen. All of the tapes and time spent with Elvis, the guy knows how to get a girl. The Regime isn’t going to let you just be with him,” Randall sighed, interlacing his fingers. “You’ve been off since that night and I’m guessing his tour has something to do with it.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw—”

“Technically, I saw nothing. But, I know you’re worried about losing your job for what you feel. Whatever has happened, I think it would be bullshit to fire you for it. All I’m saying is… Consider the card. Consider opening your mind up to what life used to be like. Also, try not to be late anymore. We want to keep the Eyes Above away from us as much as possible, don’t we?” Randall said.

Melody nodded stiffly as he gestured toward the door for her to go. She shoved her hands back into her lab coat pockets once she was in the open space again. Clicking at the pen in her pocket, she focused instead on getting to Elvis in the evening rather than the implication Randall left her with. He took a big risk in opening himself up to her judgment when she could report him. Sure, Melody could lose her job, making her life more difficult. Randall could be killed in a public execution. 

Evening came after a ten-hour shift of Melody surreptitiously carrying her anxiety the entire day. She checked her phone during lunch to see she had a waiting text from Elvis:

Can’t wait to see you tonight. Here’s the address.

Below the text was the underlined address and she was reminded of how careful they had to be about what they sent the other. When she got home, she deadbolted herself in. Barely able to focus, she connected her phone to a VPN and didn’t bother leaving it connected to the WiFi. She dug the card from her discarded purse on the couch, walking deeper into her home and toward the bathroom to shower. Melody didn’t have time to waste since it was already past eight and she had to hit the road again to head into Virginia later tonight. 

Melody leaned into the sink with her back and rear pressed into the counter. She held the card steady in her palm while she used her camera to scan it. The link that appeared rerouted her to a private tab in her browser, and she worried her layers of security wouldn’t be enough. The same golden eye on the front of the card appeared and the script below it stated, ‘Invite Accepted’. Both disappeared and were replaced with golden coordinates, causing Melody to scramble for a pen and a napkin to scribble them down. The numbers disappeared after about a minute like dust in the wind and the eye returned. 

She exhaled as she pondered what she got herself into.

John Everett lived in one of the hundreds of high-rise apartments and condos commandeered by the Regime for military housing near Reagan International Airport and the Pentagon. Melody found a guest parking spot, the evening not as cool as it tended to be. Spring seemed to be trying to sneak its way into the city. She dressed down post-shower, sporting the same hoodie from this morning and baggy sweats that pooled around her clunky, sherpa-lined shoes. She squeezed at the strap of her purse as she entered the quiet and lonesome lobby. The ride up on the elevator gave her momentary peace, the space warmer than the outside. Any time she was close to Elvis gave her pause to reel in her emotions and calm down. Sometimes she wondered after a year of checking in on Elvis if she conditioned herself too.

Probably, as all guidelines were out the window with them.

Melody stepped off the elevator when the lift stopped and bounced as it did. The feeling made her dizzy. She walked down the hall, passing doors on either side until she got to the middle of the hall and double-checked her text messages to be sure it was the correct number. Melody knocked, shifting from one foot to the other. Barely two seconds later the door opened, Elvis filling up the doorway with his lithe figure. It was the first time in a while she saw him in a plain white T-shirt tucked into his slacks. Melody wasn’t complaining as the entire look cinched his waist and his hair was a little messier than normal as if he showered not long ago. 

“A sight for sore eyes. I’m getting quite the treats today seein’ you in something other than a lab coat and dressy clothes,” Elvis flirted. Melody felt her face bunching up into a smirk and scrunched her nose at him.

“Are you gonna let me in and stop oglin’ me?” Melody teased, stepping in past the threshold and Elvis. 

Elvis smiled as his eyes then his head followed Melody. He shut the door, locking it before following Melody inside. He reeled her in by her waist so they were side-by-side, using his fingertips to direct her chin up and catch her mouth with his. Elvis kissed her sweetly, the moment chaste. Melody undoubtedly needed it to remember he was real and actively working to be with her. 

“You seem tense,” Elvis murmured.

“I am. I’ve got to talk to you,” Melody shivered from the kiss. “I hope you had a good show tonight, too. I’m sorry I have a lot on my mind. Don’t let me take away from that.”

“It’s okay. Just a warning, John is in the kitchen. It’s alright though, hm?” Elvis asked worriedly.

“Okay,” Melody agreed despite her dismayed mood.

Elvis led her the rest of the way into the condo. It looked how she expected it to from a twenty-something-year-old man living alone, or so she thought. She peeked around and spotted a kid’s bedroom with the door ajar and the light off. The lights from the living room and kitchen spilled into it, making it easier to see toys and whatnot past the doorway. 

“Does he have a kid here?” Melody asked. She didn’t want to bring unnecessary strife into the Regime officer’s life and much less did she trust him to be on their side.

“Shares custody with his ex,” Elvis whispered. “It’s just the three of us here.”

The man in question was chopping up vegetables on a cutting board in the kitchen while food sizzled in a pan behind him on the stove. John was dressed down, too, similar to how Melody was, in a loose-fitting gray T-shirt that simply said ‘ARMY’ on the front of it and black sweatpants that hung low on his waist, the band of his underwear showing. The dark-haired man looked up from his cutting and gave a warm smile.

“Make yourself at home, Melody,” John said.

“Thanks and thanks for having me. I’m sorry this is interrupting your dinner.” Melody answered shyly.

“It’s no bother,” John shrugged.

“I figured this would be better than the hotel they made me shack up in. You’d feel even more jittery about the whole thing,” Elvis said, tugging Melody away and down a hall to a bedroom. “Not like they don’t know where I am.”

They entered a spare bedroom, most of the accouterments plain and solely for a guest to fall asleep. A couple of pillows, a plain dark blue comforter, and an additional blanket laid on the end of the bed. Melody felt she could breathe a little easier since they were alone and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Elvis rubbed his hand on his chin as he shut the door behind them with a soft click. He sat down next to Melody, leaning in close as he always did as if trying to read her mind. 

“Can I kiss you? Before we start talkin’ about all the serious shit you have on your mind,” Elvis asked, his tone softer than the words. 

Melody opened her mouth to speak, letting her purse slide off her shoulder and onto the bed. Her brows wrinkled but she nodded because she needed something to ground her and there Elvis was. His bright eyes searched her face for what was wrong but unable to resist having the opportunity of being near her. Elvis slid a hand up along her cheek to pull her in, his lips soft on hers again. Unlike the kiss at the door, he deepened it with every ounce of passion he concealed for the past year for her. Melody groaned into him, her palm resting on top of his thigh as their tongues swirled around the other’s. Though Elvis was getting turned on again as he had been this morning, he didn’t think it was the most appropriate to soil John’s guest bedroom by having sex. More or less. Melody could agree but she could also see herself convincing Elvis they could be quiet enough to get away with it.

“Okay,” Elvis exhaled, pecking in between his words. “What is it? What’s on your mind?”

“This card I got today. Hold on,” Melody said, turning to her purse to draw out the napkin and business card. “This was left on my desk by my boss. The napkin has these coordinates that the QR code spit out. I wonder if it changes daily or weekly. Hell, monthly. I don’t know.”

“Randy?” Elvis raised a brow, taking the business card and the napkin.

“Yeah… I think he’s part of some sort of movement. One where we would be going against the government,” Melody lowered her voice.

“Shit, honey, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to get involved with this. I’d be sick to see you get hurt because of him.”

“But, what if this is the only way we can be together? We could change things so you can have the life you want like we always talked about. Truman and the Regime will only go according to and similarly to the original Elvis’ trajectory in life. It’s sadistic, controlling the direction your life goes in…” Melody grimaced.

“Mel, while I do agree, they publicly execute people for this sorta shit. I don’t agree with what they’re doin’ to me. But I’d never play for an audience again. We’d be runnin’ for the rest of our lives and if we…” Elvis sighed, swallowing back his hesitation. “If we had kids, if I got you pregnant, they wouldn’t have a normal life.”

Melody knew Elvis was right. What if their love for one another was fleeting? Elvis was young. She still had yet to ask him what he had gotten up to in the last few months. How many other women were there? Or had he realized that it was her fault he was in his circumstances at all? 

“One step at a time. Can’t we at least see what this is all about? They censor resistance groups all the time until it’s time for them to be publicly humiliated or executed. What if this is one of our chances to change things?” Melody frowned, wanting Elvis to open his mind. But she knew. She could tell by the way Elvis looked at her apologetically that he couldn’t force himself into it just yet. 

“I’m not ready to chance it. I’m just not and I think we should quit talkin’ about it before somethin’ bad comes from it. Okay? I just went three months without you and thinkin’ you wouldn’t have me.” Elvis shook his head, reaching for Melody’s hand to hold.

“So, that’s it?” 

“Mel, I think we should let it be. Just for now. I want you to be my girlfriend. We should give it a shot and see how things play out. My career is takin’ off and I’m excited about it even if the Regime is backin’ it. I-I know that’s selfish of me but life can be good. Even better if you join me in makin’ the most of it.” Elvis said.

“I… Okay, I’ll agree only if you promise me that the second you or I start to feel the pressure is too much, we use the card again,” Melody bargained.

“You’ve got a deal, little girl. Now, can we go back out? I feel rude sequestering ourselves,” Elvis smiled, bringing the back of her hand to his lips.

“Sequestering,” Melody laughed. “You’ve been reading a lot more haven’t you?”

“It’s the only thing that makes the noise stop in my head besides the music. Come on. Are you hungry?” Elvis asked. He tugged Melody up to bring her along while the coordinates and golden eye remained prominent in her mind.

“I could eat,” she assuaged. 

Taglist: @sissylittlefeather @ccab @livelaughelvis

[miizuzu]

A New Adventure Awaits

“Wait, you're finally agreeing???” Choso loudly announced in the cafeteria.

“Can you keep your voice down??? You're giving people the wrong idea!!!” You tried to calm your childhood best friend down. 

He had been trying to get you to play this mmorpg for a while and you finally decided to give it a try. You've heard good things from it and you thought the graphics were nice. 

You've known Choso most of your life, you were in the same Kindergarten, all the way to collage and now that you've joined the workforce, he applied and got accepted at the same company as you. You two were always close, not romantically, just like the sibling you never had. 

You both have dated before, not each other but it would never last. Your partners would get jealous of Choso or his girlfriend would be jealous of you. You both have made a promise to each other that your future partners have to also accept your best friend. 

Choso knows about your crushs and you know about who he likes, there were no secrets between the two of you.

“Well, I'm excited for tonight!” Choso continues. Some of the other co-workers were staring and gossiping. 

“Yeah, yeah. Better finish your work so you have to stay overtime.” You packed up your things and headed back to your little cubicle. 

You were working away when your work computer started giving you issues. You tried restarting and turning it off and on again, still no dice. You sighed and called the IT department, admitting defeat. 

“Um, hello, this is Y/N from the front office, my computer is acting up and I was wondering if someone can come help take a look?” you weren't sure who you were talking to, the line was quiet on the other end.

“...... Have you tried restarting? Or turning it off and on again?” You rolled your eyes, typical IT responses. 

“Yes, I've tried all that. Still not working.” You tried to not sound annoyed but every IT nerd always treats everyone else like they were idiots. 

“Hmm, okay. I'll come by to take a look.” The phone hangs up and you sighed. You normally could fix your own issues, not having to rely on IT people.

You sat at your cubicle, waiting patiently for the IT guy to come fix your problem. You could hear girls squirming and curiosity got the best of you and you poked your head out to see what the commotion was about. 

Gojo Satoru, he went to the same college as you and Choso, a friend of a friend, you've met a few times at internet cafes where Choso dragged you to. He had always been smart, always at the top of his classes. You weren't bad but could never compare to him. 

He walks over to you, your heart beating a bit faster than normal. He was good looking, pretty even. His signature white hair and shining blue eyes look unreal no matter how many times you see him. His glasses seem to be the only thing that would make him look normal.

“Hey Y/N, it's been a while. Didn't know you were working here?” Gojo smirks confidentiality at you. 

“Oh hey Gojo, I've been working here for a while now. At least 2 years actually, Choso is also here.” you shrugged and played it down.

His face was unreadable for a second, before smiling again. “I see, I actually just started 3 months ago. Anyways, how can I help you?” Gojo stood close behind you, his hand on the back of your chair as he leaned forward towards your monitor. His scent was invading your cubicle, you've always liked it, whenever he was close enough. You never thought you could be this close to him again after college. 

You showed him the problem and he was able to quickly find out the cause. “There was an update during lunch, this should be all good now.” Gojo winks at you. 

“Thanks, I guess I could have figured it out if I just read my emails.” You sigh, embarrassed that you made him come all this way just because you didn't read. 

“It's all good, it is nice seeing you. Maybe we can go eat together sometime.” Gojo suggested.

“Sure, that sounds nice. I'll ask Choso when he's free, I'm sure he misses Geto and the guys.” you smile back politely.

Gojo freezes again before speaking again. “Yea, that'd be nice. Here.” He grabs a pen and scribbles down his number for you. “Just call or text me whenever.” He smiles at you again before walking back to the IT department.

Your co-workers from nearby cubicles all stood and hovered around you. “Omg Y/N!!! Do you know him??? He never talks to us like that!!” The girl beside you was so envious. 

“I'm sure he doesn't give special treatment, he's a nice person.” you reply.

“Dorothy over there ended up crying after he told her she should have just restarted her computer instead of wasting his time…” she pointed at the girl a few desks away. She always gets her way in the office, the guys are always all over her. You felt a bit refreshed knowing what happened to her since Dorothy wasn't the nicest person to be around. 

“Anyways… back to work! I have plans later.” You turned your focus back to your work. Sending Choso a message about who you just saw. 

You and Choso left together after work was over, you two were neighbors since the beginning, your mother's were actually best friends too. They were heart broken when they were told you two weren't planning to date each other. You were too close and just can't seem to see each other romantical. 

You got to your room and downloaded the game after dinner. Once it was ready, you created your character. The male bunny race caught your eye, you thought it was fine since Choso was planning to make a girl character. You were deciding on your character's eye color when you remembered Gojo, you decided to go with the blue closet to his, making your character's hair white. 

Choso told you he will join you shortly since he had to use the bathroom first, telling you you'll know it's him when he gets in the game.

You named your character Aoi Sora, you thought the name was fitting to your character's looks. You logged into the game, did the first few tutorial quests before spawning into the actual world where you can finally see other players. 

You were sitting in discord, waiting for Choso to join. Walking around in the city as you wait, that's when you saw the character that caught your eyes. A female cat character that had your eye and hair color, hair style looks close to how you like to have it, the features actually looked a lot like you. You walked towards her. Figured out how to form a party and sent her the party invite, It took a second before they accepted.

Aoi Sora: What took you so long? 

Ai Sajo: excuse me? 

Aoi Sora: stop playing dumb, why aren't you in chat? Taking you this long to take a dump?

Ai Sajo: ummm, I think you might have confused me for someone else. 

That's when Choso joined voice chat, telling you he just finished making his character.

Aoi Sora: omg… I'm sorry, I thought you were my friend…… I just started playing… I'm really sorry about that!!

Ai Sajo: haha no problem, enjoy the game. If you ever need help, feel free to send me a message.

With that you disband the party, only to receive a friend request from Ai Sajo. You see Choso’s character now, and he was right. There was no way you wouldn't be able to tell it was him, he picked a human type, black hair and black eyes, named her Kurochi Beauty. 

You two were enjoying the game and doing quests. You couldn't figure out how come you couldn't turn in the next quest. It took a while but finally made the decision to send a message to your new in-game friend. 

Aoi Sora: Hey, sorry to bother you but… I'm stuck at this quest and it doesn't let me turn in quest rewards. 

Ai Sajo: Is it the one in the forest? Yea… that one got a lot of people stuck. You actually have to use some better gears and talk to them again. 

Realizing it told you to do exactly that, and that this was your second time today not doing something simple just because you didn't read. 

Aoi Sora: argh, I'm sorry. I should have just read carefully. Feels so dumb right now…

Ai Sajo: lol, don't worry about it. A lot of my friends got stuck there. You weren't the only one. 

You continue playing and messaging Ai, talking about random things and you don't even notice the time. It was already 2am and you still have work the next day. You said good night's to your new friend before Reminding Choso you two still had work the next day. 

You felt extra tired since you haven't stayed up so late since finishing college, Choso came out of his house, equally tired, you admit you had fun and want to play again. 

You part ways with Choso after arriving at work, you saw Gojo as he yawned and stretched, walking in from the parkade. He saw you and walked towards you to greet you good morning, “Stayed up late partying last night?” You jokingly said to Gojo, earning a ‘psh’ from him. 

“I never enjoyed the parties much, I rather stay at home and game.” he shrugs playfully and pushed his glasses up. “Unless there's someone worth spending time there, that's a different story.” He smirks at you now. 

Thinking back to those days, you never thought he looked bothered when you were there. He would make conversations with you about anything that comes to mind. It was fun to be around him, he was silly but smart when he was needed, always ready to help his friends. 

As the two of you are about to part ways, you dig into your pocket and take out a few pieces of candy and give it to Gojo. “Hope these can help keep you energized until you get your morning coffee.” You walked towards your work area, waving without turning your head back.

Gojo’s cheeks were burning, he was glad you didn't turn around. He thought it would be uncool of him to blush from just getting candy from you. He has been in love with you since forever ago when he first saw you. He never had the courage to tell you, especially when Choso was always around, he wasn't sure what your relationship was with him. He seems so close but Gojo could see him hitting on other girls sometimes which drives him mad. How could someone who already has you still be going after other girls? 

He was so happy when he found out you are now working under the same company, he always wanted to talk to you but never got a chance. He was so excited when you finally called, trying to keep as calm as he could. Normally he would scoff at the person and make fun of them for not reading something so simple, but he could never do that to you. He had conflicting feelings when he realized you were still always hanging around Choso but it doesn't seem like the two of you were dating. 

Gojo told himself he would try harder this time around, he's tired of waiting. His motivation? Not knowing you started playing the game he's been hooked on, his character to look as close to you as possible, naming her “AI (love) Sajo (first and last syllable of his name)” when a character that looked like him came up to him and party invited him, he thought it was fate. If the 2 characters can come together in the video game, he's sure he can make it happen in real life. Not knowing that was actually you in the game.

AN: can anyone guess what the game is?

[n3ptoonz]

'The After Party'

Pairing: Kung Lao/F!Dancer!Reader

Fandom: Mortal kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: SMUTTY!! Explicit!!! Reader is straight up a woman here, wears heels and skirts and bralettes, reader is a stripper, creampie, cunnilingus, cum on face, dry humping, Kung Lao is submissive and reader is dominant, half proofread, reader needed this fr, she her pronouns used and he calls reader gorgeous

Word count: 1.9k+

'You always come to the parties...To pluck the feathers off all the birds.'

The way you moved was mesmerizing to Kung Lao. You were the only dancer here that interested him, truly. Your moves were captivating; the technique and clear thought behind them was what he liked the most compared to the others.

'You always come to the parties...'

You noticed that he's been a regular for the last month since he discovered this place. And honestly, even though you've never really interacted other than monetarily, he's starting to become your favorite customer. The most you've said to each other was a "Thank you" and him always responding with "Anytime." You didn't even know his name--or most of your customers for that matter--but that didn't bother him.

He didn't have to be the highest paying to get your attention. Rather...he seemed to differ from other men that come and go. Appearance wise and his overall demeanor. From his stylish hats to the fact that he didn't walk into the building wearing a tux and thinking he was the man. He was simple and respectful.

'Ride, ride'

After your fourth set, you approached him again for the second round with your waist band that was already full of money and he stood up this time to add his share. He leaned closer to your ear so you could hear him better over the loud instrumental in the club.

"Will you be here for the after party?" he asked, backing up to see if you heard him. If you had a penny for every time you've been asked that question, you'd be shaking ass on a yacht in Italy.

"Sir, the dancers cannot have sex on the job." you promptly said, your facial expression being neutral as possible. He was taken aback by your statement, he just wanted to see you again, maybe even have a chat. He knew you were just reciting club rules, but damn! He thought.

"That's not- I meant it as I'd like a private dance if you'll be here. I'm also well aware of this rule. Do you think so lowly of me?" he joked, crossing his arms and smiling. With how dark the setting was in this building, his smile lit up this part of the room. Wow, he has dimples too!

He wore a denim vest over top of an armless sweatshirt that was showing off his muscles and he was surely making it work, put together with a simple pair of jeans. His playfulness did make you laugh though, and it made you want to explore his personality more. Many of the guys here bland as hell and only cared about getting off to women who would never give them a chance.

"Alright, alright, my apologies. I will be here, yes, but unfortunately the private dances are being postponed due to an incident from last week with another dancer. Instead we'll be serving while dancing."

Kung Lao frowned a bit at the news. He really was looking forward to just being with you even for a short moment. He immediately assumed the incident had to have something to do with you straight up telling him there was no sex allowed here. However...that's when an idea sparked in his head.

"Okay...could I see you after work then?"

You haven't been asked that question since you started working here, but it was always from slime balls that were the least bit of your interest. But like you thought...he was different.

'On your knees...'

He saw you actually considering it with the way your face contorted. "I see you're thinking about it." he said as he leaned down since the music was still bumping.

"Why yes...I am, sir." you gave him a teasing look. You were half in work mode and half being yourself; you truly wondered what it would be like to make his wish your command. Maybe even the other way around the way he was looking at you.

He shook his head and waved his hands at your formalities, "No need to call me sir if we're getting to know each other. My name is-"

--

"Kung Lao~" you sang his name, gripping onto his shoulders as you dry humped his thigh like your life depended on it. His hands hung by his sides and he just sat in one of the lounge chairs in your appointed dressing room. One of the main rules in any strip club was that you couldn't touch the dancers. So there he sat, under your control with his head thrown back in pure bliss.

The more you moved, the more you could feel his print peeking through his pants. He was panting like a dog and on the verge of passing out he felt so damn good. Honestly, he could cum from the friction alone, but he was secretly hoping he wouldn't like this. He'd rather on...or in you...

You pulled his head up to look at you. What you saw was what was once a smiley man with a bit of playful arrogance. A man that had the utmost respect for you and what you did for a living, turned into a boy-toy for your pleasure. What he saw was a beautiful woman looking at him like he was a piece of meat, and you were a lioness who captured her prey.

"You wanna fuck me, don't you? Be inside me?" you asked in a whisper, slowing your pace down which lead to him whining and squeezing his thighs together. The most he could do is nod and give a weak "Mhm..."

His hands began to tremble right as you pulled him free and quickly started riding him. It's been so long and he filled you so good, seeing the pride already leaving his body was turning you on even more. You both cursed and moaned in unison at the feeling of each other.

It was already the feeling of your walls wrapping around him like no other, but also your mini skirt that was hiked up past your ass. The second he looked down he was greeted by it bouncing along, only making him harder. Not to mention your breasts that threatened to fall out of the bralette you had on from your previous performance.

"You're drooling. Haven't had sex like this before, have you?" you asked, not slowing your pace in the slightest. You had a smug attitude just as bad as his, and he fucking loved that shit.

"Agh...can I please touch you? I...I might lose my mind." he muttered, unable to focus on anything else.

"You can touch me if you cum in the next minute, how about that?" you replied, making it sound like it was an impossible task. But you haven't really met Kung Lao. The man with a plan and will get the job done when needed.

He was a man who never backed down from a challenge. He's the type of guy to always pick dare and wants the absolute craziest thing someone can think of. Now pair that competitiveness with the hottest woman he has ever seen riding him and talking to him with a sweet sensual voice.

He came.

What was that? Had to be like 20 seconds after you said that and it's the last thing you expected. You didn't anticipate him shooting inside and so quickly. His eyes were shut tight and sweat beaded on his forehead; he was out of breath.

His blurry eyes could only look up at the ceiling, "Am I allowed to now?" he said, his arrogance returning behind his tone and smirk.

You laugh softly, slowly getting up from his lap and grabbing his hand, "Sure you can, but you'll be cleaning this up."

You lead him to the small couch in front of your full body mirror and sat on the cushion after putting a towel on it, pulling him down to his knees in front you. You ran your fingers through his loose hair. He knew exactly where this was going.

With not another word uttered, he lowered himself further, grabbing your thighs and pulling you forward to the edge. A gasp and chuckle came from you at the eagerness he had. The hunger in his eyes alone was turning you into a waterfall.

The glistening sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you easily made him feel like he was drunk. He pushed your legs farther apart and delved in like a man starved. Your hand practically flew to his head as your head flew back into the soft couch pillow. The flesh of your thighs spilled in between his fingers, just how he liked it.

"Oh my God..." you breathed out. He was already fully determined to eat you out with everything he had, but he absolutely positively needed you to cum on his face. Another thing you didn't know about him, he was a giver.

He may have been full of himself at times, prideful, and smug. But nothing fueled him more than being able to have bragging rights. I can see it now: he's feeling like he won a gold medal simply because you came from his tongue.

The pace at which he lapped at you made your legs all tingly, prompting you to close your thighs around his head. Watch out, because he might just cum again!

You whined and writhed above him, biting your lip to not give him too much fuel. You still had to remind him that he was the one wrapped around your finger.

He winced and hummed against your skin from you gently digging your heel into his back. The vibration from the top of his nose made you jolt a little, and now here came that growing feeling in your stomach.

"Hmm...yeah, keep going." he murmured against you, encouraging you to leave marks all over his back. Your breaths became quicker as your back arched. The heels of your black pumps clawing at the flesh of his back was just enough to make him go faster than before.

"Oh fuck, Kung Lao-" you moaned his name, gasping the closer you got.

"Let it go, gorgeous."

Finally you let loose, all over his face like he intended. He soothed you through your high as he didn't stop or slow down. The grip you had on his hair gradually lifted--needing to grab and hold onto the armchairs for leverage. Your entire body convulsed in pleasure and your hushed moans got louder.

As you both calmed down, you picked up something to fan yourself while Kung Lao kissed the inside of your thighs. He was mindful not to leave marks in consideration of your job even if he really, really wanted to. He lifted his head and kissed your stomach, smiling up at you with those pretty dimples of his.

"I haven't felt that good in so...fucking long." you said. When you looked down at him he had a big stupid grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe his face yet. You playfully rolled your eyes and took the towel from under you to fold it in half and wipe it for him.

"If this is what happens at after parties, I'm gonna have start coming here more often." he joked, but at the same time dead ass serious.

"Oh no, next time will not be happening at my place of work. I could get fired at this rate!"

You swear you could see his ears perk at the thought and confirmation that you enjoyed this so much to ensure a next time.

"Fine by me!"

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY OOHHHHHHH i told y'all i would post that fic today 😝 i fucking enjoyed every last minute of writing this (even if it took like three weeks LMAOO)

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Um.. Hello || AppleStaticRadio

I drew something, a sketch of you will.

Imagine: Vox leaves Valentino to work at the hotel to find both Lucifer and Alastor there.

Considering I'm a runner Vox probably had his ass beat real bad by Val or something like that and left and found his way EVENTUALLY to the hotel after practically trying literally every other building in hell..

They are far more welcoming then he thought they'd be, Charlie accepting him with no issue of course while Alastor stares as if Vox's very presence made him want to strike out. Lucifer greets himself easily, approaching and taking Vox's hand with a charming smile and Vox freezes for two reasons..

1. That Lucifer was shorter than Vox would have thought but it's not a big thing, the man is rather easy on the eyes nonetheless

And

2. He's rather friendlier than Vox would have assumed him to be?

Vox feels good either way as he reaches out to shake Lucifer's hand suddenly for Alastor to be closer than he was previously, standing beside the two of them but also in the middle, his smile big but there's... Something off about it, especially as he watches the two.

Vox is a bit startled yeah but he only grows confused as Alastor and Lucifer seem to glare at each other.

Maybe even a little special for once too?

I'm forming ideas as we speak but:

Lucifer and Vox would probably get along better than either of them imagined. Vox doesn't mind being in the king's presence and sometimes he may entertain him like letting Lucifer play with his antennas, or plug up a station and play on his head...letting the king investigate his anatomy which would particularly piss Alastor off

Vox seems so much more happy at the hotel compared to when he was in the Vee's and while Alastor acknowledges that and feels a bit proud over the fact he can't help but feel a bit jealous... Annoyed for more reason but one

How come Vox never talked about them? Or why did he seem so ecstatic when he was with Charlie's father?

Vox probably is just trying to start over, after everything the least he needs is more problems and of course that's all he's thinking at the hotel even though the sudden tension in the air is because of him..

Lucifer and Vox kinda hold similar energies to me? Like there's loneliness and they want companionship.

Alastor wants that too but it takes him forever to actually realize it or put a name to it.

Probably has a lot of memories that suddenly start coming back to him as Lucifer and Vox grow closer. Thinking about their friendship days and when emotions seemed to get in the way. He can't help but grow actively protective. I mean like never leaving the two alone which annoys Lucifer because he's been growing more than comfortable with Vox just for Alastor to jump in.

Au/Theory/Headcanon whatever they call it.. basically a trio ship idea. Love triangle? Poly ships? Mhmm~

Here is a silly little sketch I drew on a scene I pictured..

Clearly y'all can see what Luci and Al are saying but I find it funny to think Vox is rather oblivious.

Vox: ??? Me? Are they talking about...OH HOLY SHIT! *Finally clicks after many months of Lucifer and Alastor fighting over him*

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

And another thing while we’re at and is again me stating the obvious and repeating what we’ve all said but the way Taylor and Travis have handled the public vs private thing is a masterclass in pr/comms issues management in a lot of ways.

Because as we’ve all said they’re “public” in the spaces that we’d expect them to be. Like for instance, Travis’ games or Taylor’s shows — they’re literally work functions for them respectively, and it’s never a secret when the other shows up. So yes, Travis showing up on stage and committing to the bit is “public,” but it’s not the biggest stretch because everyone knew he was going to be there. They’re kicking it up a notch, but in the end, she’s performing for 90k people in a stadium and however many thousands at home on livestreams in a public space, and ultimately him showing up there (or her showing up on the field at football games) falls into that expected professional realm. It’s not like they’re broadcasting a talk show from their living room.

Which I think has made it even clearer how hard the “home” boundary is for them, at least for the time being. The way Travis always deflects and shifts the conversation when it comes to people (mostly good-naturedly) fishing for a scoop is masterful. He shares publicly available information (eg the pop tart anecdote) but is firm on not sharing anything actually personal.

And I bring this up only because it feels to me that that’s probably one of Taylor’s firm boundaries and/or boundaries they’ve chosen together. For people who are surprised at Taylor being so “public” or how she’s changed — she hasn’t in a lot of important ways. She’s loud and exuberant and not afraid to show off on stage, but she also hasn’t done any significant press to speak of that I can think of since Midnights’ release almost two years ago, and even that wasn’t much. She literally just dropped an album in the middle of tour two months ago and peaced out.

It just seems like at least at this point in her life, her personal life is pretty much off limits. There’s the odd tidbit (eg the Fortnight video), but she isn’t talking to the press and even though Travis hosts a podcast every week, he isn’t saying anything that we haven’t all already seen in the news. Obviously the shenanigans this weekend cross the personal boundaries a little, but it’s likely also because, well, there are some major life changes afoot so those lines will too.

I’m just rambling but it’s just like… Taylor is open in so many ways and flourishing in others that maybe she didn’t even this we’re still possible, and it’s so so touching to see her come out the other side of everything she went through. And she’s changed only in that she’s healing and she’s starting to reconnect with parts of herself she’d kept buried.

But she’s still fiercely protective of her life and it’s just incredible to think that as big and as public facing as she and Travis are, in the end, we don’t really know much about their personal lives and I think that’s really important. I’m sure those boundaries will shift as their lives evolve and things feel better or don’t feel better and they reassess. But it’s just kind of funny that for all the microscopes they’re under, the noise around them is kind of smoke and mirrors because they themselves are tightlipped to the public. (Different relationships and all that, but compare how Travis speaks about his home life — or doesn’t — with Taylor to how Jason and Kylie speak about theirs and it’s clear that there are very different boundaries there. Which is fine! Everyone navigates their own!)

So as the hype has built up this is weekend (and will likely continue this week…) and things are probably going to hit a fever pitch in the media and online, it’s going to be funny to hear the inevitable takes about PR and flaunting their relationship in public and moral judgments on it (ahem) when in reality… they really don’t share anything other than places they’d already be seen anyway. That may all change and maybe they’ll give a tell all, I don’t know, but I suspect not. (And if it does then great! Good for them that they feel comfortable enough with it!)

It’s just a really good exercise in how they give enough to make it seem like you’ve gotten something, without really giving anything at all. Like the show bit — it’s shocking and goofy and flirty, but on the flip side, is it really unusual for a committed couple to flirt with each other? Nope. Same with the PDA at the football games: it’s shocking because of their fame and Taylor previously being notoriously private. But in the end, it’s really not a shock for a person to show up at their partner’s work event and support them, and in the case of the Super Bowl, it’s not a surprise for a loved one to come down onto the field and show affection to a player who’s won their game. It’s different because it’s her, but it’s otherwise pretty standard protocol.

I’m just glad for her and for them in the end that they’ve found some sort of balance that works for them where they get to show up and support each other how they like, without feeling like it’s going to collapse their personal life. They’ve kind of hoodwinked the world into thinking they’re massively public when it’s really “professional but make it sparkly”.

[hyacinthdoll1315]

1 Month of Moth HRT.

Okay! so, been a bit. I know this will take a while to occur of course, but I mean waiting even one day is so boring. The doctor said it would take at least a month to properly start seeing affects and well, it's started!!!

So, I wasn't sure before but, yes, my hair is definitely getting fuzzier. I doubt it'll be as long as I usually keep it forever, it will have to go eventually, but It's definitely fuzzier now. My hair was already pretty frizzy, a bit coarse but soft. Now though it just feels fuzzy. Still soft! but the hair closer to the scalp feels more stiff, it catches on things more, and holding a few strands, they had a kind of feeling like bristles. I think my hair is becoming setae? (that's the stuff bugs have for hair, though you probably already know that c;) I noticed my body hair growing out more too and it seems different in colour compared to my usual black hair.

Oh, my nose has been a bit funny too! My sense of smell was never that great but I could pick up on scents alright. Now though, some things smell different, and I'm picking up on stuff none of my friends seem to. I had some of my favorite tea the other day and it smelled way more rosey. when I asked a friend, they said it had a more syrupy smell, like normal. Of course, my sense of smell is definitely changing now, but I think it's getting better? How long will it be till I can smell signals from other insects? That will be really interesting! and a little weird.

I'll be continuing to keep updating on my setae growth, my olfactory changes and will absolutely write if something else starts happening. for now, though, I can't wait to find out what type of moth I'll be! maybe a Polyphemus moth? or a Luna Moth! Perhaps a White Witch? OH! Or maybe I'll just be a big fluffy Rosy Maple Moth!

In any case, I'll be sure to keep updating this little diary of my transition.

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[dekusleftsock]

Hey, weird comparison might be a stretch

Okay angy-grrr (yes I’m name dropping you and I’m not sorry <3333) I think made a comment a while ago about how this whole thing between Afo and Yoichi felt incestual, and I’d be inclined to agree.

However, however however however, I do have a few bits of commentary on that sentiment. Specifically in relationships to this scene specifically.

And, alright, no this is not some bs like “pro incest” or whatever, you can talk about topics that are taboo and not necessarily agree with them. I understand that I’m a shipper but I’m inclined to follow my nose where it leads, and my nose says here. So.

We’ve established a lot that the kanji horikoshi used when Izuku says “Give him back!” Is very possessive. Like an ownership over an item.

Okay, because Izuku and afo share one very weird trait—possessiveness. And for literally a month I’ve written and rewritten a post about how I just can’t get behind the idea of Katsuki paralleling afo, because it just doesn’t fucking make sense.

What is it telling us? That Katsuki has become a better person? We already KNEW THAT. The Kudou parallel says something, it says that Katsuki rises ABOVE the fate of the OFA predecessor because he and Izuku accepted their hearts.

Not only that but what is it exactly that we’re paralleling? Afo is defined by ownership (an Izuku trait), an unreliable narrator (also an Izuku trait)—in my opinion, horikoshi isn’t that simply Willy Nilly about parallels. It’s not about shipping to me rn, I’m literally comparing him to Izuku and how Izuku obsesses over Katsuki, IT JUST DOESNT MAKE SENSE.

Besides, wouldn’t this parallel be made significantly earlier, when Katsuki was still acting like an asshole? The kudou parallel was made literally from the start of his introduction, just because he looked so much like him. We didn’t know why this was the case, theories were thrown, and we’re only being told NOW why this parallel exists. But it was built, very carefully, and served a purpose.

And, to add onto this parallel of at the very least afo and Izuku, the portal is very similar to the floating hand.

Especially with the reminder that Katsuki was taken away by dabis hand on his neck (hands always have symbolism in this series after all, it always has a purpose)

If someone, anyone really, could show me some genuine evidence of afo and Katsuki parallels that isn’t just “Katsuki was selfish about Izuku when they were younger” then by all means

But to me, along with the fact that Katsuki called himself IZUKUS NICKNAME, right before a chapter where afo talks about NAMING YOICHI, ummmmmmmm… I gotta say. Things ain’t looking so great in that evidence department. I guess you could argue that Katsuki did the same thing with deku, but deku hasn’t even been said these past few chapters and Kacchan has so????? Idk.

Anyway, this weird overly attached, incestual, codependent relationship is really fascinating to me. I’m not so inclined to say that Izuku and afo are the same since they very obviously aren’t, izuku is just toxic in his silly goofy ways, but I think it’s an interesting thing to point out.

It almost feels like a “fuck you” to people who have been saying Katsuki and Izuku act like brothers for years. Maybe like Horikoshi is saying, “well I guess if they’re brothers they’re incestual too :)”

And that’s gotta be the biggest power move I’ve ever seen. “Oh you wanna read this relationship in that light? How about I show you what that light would look like if it were true :)” AND LIKE. WOW.

I know anime is not new to incest, but I don’t think this is the “random incest for funsies” type of incest, I think this is the incest built off of actually talking about the taboo. The weird. The not so great things we’ve done as humanity, but that exist anyway. Because mha WANTS to talk about the taboo, things we find morally wrong and therefore don’t belong in our stories, but that just makes them all the more incomprehensible were it to be happen in the real world. Art is made to talk about the stories we wish remained unfinished.