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persephonewritessometimes · 2 years ago

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Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Where after months ( cuz shes new n young working there)they cant také anymore their attraction to each other.

Key sentences: Hotch: I’m old enough to be your father. R: Should I call you Daddy then?

Smut n fluff

Please

Author's Note: oooo thank you for this request anon!! thinking many thoughts, head very full

Summary: It's no secret that you have a thing for your boss - a man 25 years your senior. What happens when he reveals he has feelings for you too?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 5108 (i got carried away hehe)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! UNDER 18? PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING! SMUT; DADDY KINK; SIR KINK; OVERSTIMULATION; MULTIPLE ORGASMS; UNPROTECTED P IN V (don't be like them y'all, stay safe); DOM!HOTCH, SUB!READER; READER IS HORNY; FINGERING; ORAL (F RECEIVING) reader gets distracted by Hotch's hands, pining, confession of feelings, reader blacks out from cumming really hard; Hotch calls reader "good girl, princess, baby"; Morgan is a cheeky bastard (as per usual)

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“Y/N, you're staring, again," Morgan says with a chuckle and I quickly find somewhere else to look that isn't our section chief. Which I was definitely not having rated-R thoughts about.

"Shut up, Morgan," I mutter.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I turn and stare at him now, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Sure, why don't I just tell a much older man that every time I look at him, I feel weak in the knees and sweaty? That would really go over well." I say, sarcastically.

"We're getting tired of watching you eye-fuck him, Y/N." Emily sighs, jumping into the conversation.

"It's getting kind of pathetic at this point," Morgan adds and I smack him on the shoulder.

"You guys are being mean. Let me pine in peace."

"Y/N, none of us are at peace when you start acting like a dog in heat every time Hotch walks in the room. It's genuinely hard to watch." Morgan shoots back, grinning at me. I feel my cheeks grow hot at his brazen comment. "Just put us out of our misery and get laid for once, damn." I feel my cheeks growing even hotter.

"He - he doesn't like me like that." I'm tripping over my words, embarrassed that everyone can see what's clearly written by my body language when Hotch is around.

"Y/N, sweetie, you're smart, but sometimes you're an idiot," Emily says kindly. "He likes you."

"Trust us, we know," Morgan adds.

"How?" I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Really? Okay. Whenever he's giving a briefing and you're standing next to him, his body gravitates towards yours, you're the first person he looks for in every room, Y/N, two weeks ago on that case in Charleston he almost throttled the officer that merely tried to flirt with you."

"Wait, that officer was flirting with me?" I've only been here a few months, so I haven't learned how to read people as well as him yet.

"Oh my god, she actually is an idiot." Morgan groans. "Yes! He always got you coffee refills without asking, offered you the first pick of the donuts, and gave you, and only you, a very thorough tour of the precinct. He was trying to impress you." He looks at me closely. "How the fuck did you get this job?" I shrug.

"Impeccable academic record?" I suggest timidly, and he snorts.

"Just pay attention to Hotch. More than you are already. You'll see."

"He's old enough to be my dad," I say.

"Why do I have the feeling that only fuels your fantasies?" Morgan mutters. "I'm done with this conversation. Either you tell him, Y/N, or I will."

"MORGAN!" He just throws his hands up in the air giving me an exasperated look. "Em? A little back up here?"

"As much as I hate to agree with Morgan, he has a point. It’s kind of hard to focus on work when we all know what’s going on except for you two. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but just say something, for the sake of everyone who has to be in a room with you guys. I could cut the tension between you two like a knife.” She gives me a small smile.

“I- I’m just nervous. What if you guys are wrong?” She places her hand over mine.

“We’re not wrong, Y/N. We even asked Reid to weigh in and he agrees with us. Just say something.” I frown and head back to my desk, needing to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I’m deep in a stack of paperwork when Hotch calls the team into a meeting. I sigh, set my pen aside, and make my way into the boardroom. I’m on high alert, due to Morgan’s comment, and as I step into the room, I glance at Hotch to find him already looking at me. He looks away quickly and I watch as the tips of his ears turn pink. Oh my god, they were right.

I’m hyper-aware of him the whole meeting, so much so that I barely heard a word he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” Hotch asks, looking at me.

“Uh, yes, sir.” I blurt out in a panic. I wasn’t expecting him to directly address me.

“YES SIR?” Morgan hollers. “That’s a new one.” Even Em is hiding a smile behind her hand. Hotch glares at him.

“Don’t tease her, Morgan. Y/N, please pay attention.”

“I will, sorry Hotch.” He just nods and goes back to what he was saying. I tried to pay attention I really did but I found myself watching his hands as he talked. He gestures at the screen, then to something in the paper he had given us, then puts his hand on his hip. His fingers are so thick I wonder if two would even fit inside of me. I’m thinking about him fingering me on his desk, pussy splayed and dripping for him, and I shift in my seat, feeling the wetness in my panties. Dammit, Y/N, don’t get carried away.

“Y/N, seriously,” Hotch sighs a few minutes later and I’m dragged from my dirty daydream. “I need you to pay attention or leave. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Morgan whispers with a grin. I glare at him.

“I’m trying to pay attention, I swear.”

“Are you sick? You look a bit warm, why don’t you step out for a few minutes.” I just nod, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “And I want to see you in my office when we’re done with this meeting.” I nod again and feel my stomach drop to my ass in nervousness. I quickly walk out of the room and am pacing when the door opens up and Morgan walks out, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What the hell were you thinking about in there?” He whispers, then pauses, “Actually, I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Just leave me alone, Morgan. I’m embarrassed enough already.” I say quietly.

“Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you too much. You’re just an easy target. If it helps any, Hotch was downright flushed after you left. He stumbled over his words. Twice. I’ve never seen him that flustered. It’s like he knew what you were thinking about.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”

“You’re not the one who has to face him in his office,” I grumble.

“Well, just make sure you guys close the blinds.”

“MORGAN! Shut up!” He’s laughing as he walks away. JJ and Em shoot me sympathetic smiles as they walk by and Reid pats me on the shoulder. Hotch doesn’t say a word as he walks out of the boardroom, and I diligently follow him to his office.

“Take a seat.” He says, gesturing at the chair and my eyes follow his hand again. Y/N! Stop! That’s what got you in trouble in the first place! I quickly take a seat, clasping my hands in my lap. “Now do you want to tell me why you were so distracted today?” He asks, looking at me. I feel the heat creep up my chest and onto my cheeks.

“I-um-no. No, I don’t.” He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Really? Because Morgan seems to have an idea. Maybe I should go ask him what he thinks.”

“No!” I blurt out. “Sorry. It’s just…embarrassing.” He just looks at me and I sigh before whispering, “Your hands. I was distracted by your hands.”

“My…hands?” He says slowly.

“Yes, sir, I mean Hotch, sorry. I know it’s not appropriate and I apologize.”

“What is it about my hands?” He asks, his voice low and in a tone that makes my heartbeat travel down to my pussy. I shift in my seat, a movement that most likely does not go unnoticed by him. “Y/N. Look at me.” I take a shaky breath and look up at him, all rational thoughts leaving my head when I see that his cheeks are pink, and his pupils are so blown I can barely see the brown. “What is it. About my hands.” He enunciates every word.

“They’re big,” I whisper.

“And what does that make you think about?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“No, no I want to hear you say it.”

In the smallest voice possible I say, “I was wondering if your fingers would even fit in me.” I hear him take in a sharp breath. “What it would feel like to be spread out on your desk with - with your fingers inside of me.”

“Careful, Y/N, you’re walking a thin line.” He murmurs.

“Haven’t I crossed it already, sir?”

“I’m old enough to be your father.” He says, words clipped. I get a sudden burst of confidence and stare him down.

“Should I call you Daddy, then?” I ask sweetly. I watch as he tightens his jaw.

“Watch your mouth, little girl. You don��t want to see how mean Daddy can get.”

“And what if I want to find out, Daddy?” I watch as his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath.

“That’s enough, Y/N.” He spits out and I still, and fear that I’m about to lose my job to ill-timed arousal. My breath hitches as he leans back in his chair, eyes carefully watching me. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Whatever you’d like to, sir,” I say simply and I watch his jaw tick again.

“Listen to me very carefully. We are going to go downstairs, you are going to gather your things, and you are not going to say a single word. I’m going to tell everyone that you’re not feeling well enough to drive, so I’m taking you home.” I swallow hard, not believing that this is actually happening right now. “Do you understand?” I nod quickly. “I need to hear you say you understand. Or else this stops now, and we don’t speak of it again.”

“I understand completely, sir.”

“Good girl.” He says in a low voice and a whimper escapes me before I can shove it down. He stiffens. “Do you like that? Hearing that you’re a good girl?” My pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Yes, Daddy.” He hums, getting up quickly and my mouth goes dry when I see the tented fabric of his pants. He shrugs off his suit jacket and slings it over his forearm and in front of his body, effectively hiding his raging boner. He walks over to me, and I hastily get up from the chair, and he grabs my arm, gripping it just hard enough to keep me grounded and lucid despite the lust-filled thoughts in my head. He yanks open his office door and we make our way down the stairs. I keep my head down as we approach my desk, the bullpen so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Y/N isn’t feeling well. I’m driving her home.” Hotch says, letting go of my arm so I can grab my jacket and purse. I glance at him, nodding that I have everything, and he grabs my arm again, and we hastily walk towards the elevator.

“GO EASY ON HER, HOTCH!” Morgan shouts, and I hear Em laugh.

“Shut up, Morgan.” Hotch growls over his shoulder, and I glance back at Morgan, who mouths ‘Good luck’ at me. “Don’t look at him. The only person you should be looking at is me, princess.” We get in the elevator, and he pushes the button so hard I think that he’s going to break the damn thing.

“Jesus, what’s got you so riled up?” I say sweetly, not caring that I’d probably pay for that question later. I just want to see him snap, lose that carefully cultivated control and unleash himself on me. He turns on me in a second, caging my body between the wall of the elevator and the hard planes of his body. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Watch yourself. I’d hate for you to get into something you can’t handle.”

“I can take whatever you throw at me, sir.” He laughs.

“Yeah, right, princess. Keep talking a big game – we’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Well, it got me here, didn’t it?”

“Right where you wanted, I presume?” He asks, tilting his head and there’s nothing friendly in his eyes. I just nod, sucking in a breath when he pushes his body closer to mine and his hard-on is pressing into my thigh. “Before this goes further: green for go, yellow for slow down, red for hard stop, no questions asked. Do you understand?” I nod, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I understand!” I blurt out.

“Good.” He suddenly dips his head down, nose bumping into mine as we share the same breaths for a few seconds. “I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers onto my lips, not quite kissing me.

“Please. Ruin me, Daddy,” I whisper and he’s kissing me as soon as the last word is out of my mouth. It’s overwhelming, the way he kisses, stealing all the air from my lungs in a millisecond. I gasp when the hand from my chin drops to my chest, reaching into my dress shirt and under my tank top to tweak my right nipple. He takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. The elevator dings and his hand disappears from my shirt and his lips retreat. I whine at the sudden loss of contact, as we had just gone from 100 miles an hour to 0 miles an hour.

“I know, princess, I’m sorry. You don’t want Daddy to get caught, do you?” I shake my head vigorously and he chuckles, escorting me to his car, and opens the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. He gets in and starts the car as I buckle my seatbelt. He backs out of the parking spot, placing one hand on the back of my headrest and I suck in a sharp breath. He glances at me. “Really? You’re turned on by my driving?”

“I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” I breathe out, not daring to look at him. My cheeks are warm, and I feel frazzled. I jump when his hand comes to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where I want him. I shift my hips, trying to get him closer to where I need him. He smacks my thigh abruptly.

“Don’t do that. You can wait.” He says gruffly.

“I can’t. I can’t wait.” I gasp out. “Please. Please touch me. I need you. Please, sir, I’ll do anything.”

“I’ll oblige you, but only because you begged so prettily. I like it when you sound desperate. One rule though: no cumming without my permission.” His hand slips under my skirt and I thank god that this was one of the rare days I decided to wear one. His fingers ghost over my cunt, the lightest touch and my breathing is already starting to labor. When his fingers press my clit from outside my panties my hips buck into the air. “Someone’s responsive.” He says, more to himself than me. His fingers trail lower, and he groans when he feels the wet spot. “Already this wet for me, princess?”

“Only for you, Daddy.” I whimper when he pushes my panties to the side, hand now free to touch as he pleases. His fingers come up to tease my clit again before one deftly slips inside of me. I let out a choked sound, tight around him. Just one finger feels thick, and when he slips in another finger I keen, tightening again.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside of me that I struggle to hit by myself. I gasp, hand closing around his wrist, and I don’t know if I’m trying to stop him or egg him on. He continues to work his fingers in me as he drives and I’m not sure how he’s managing to stay on the road. I know I should reciprocate but the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me has made every thought I’ve ever had flee my brain. After a few minutes, my thighs start to shake and I’m panting, so close to a mind-blowing orgasm that I forget he told me I can’t cum without his permission. His fingers slip out of me seconds before I hit my peak.

“NO!” I shout, shaking in the passenger seat, sitting in a small puddle of my own arousal. I hope it stains his impeccable leather seats.

“Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t been a good girl today, baby,” He says, “Open.” I open my mouth and he slips the fingers he just had inside of me into my awaiting mouth. I suck his fingers off earnestly, just like I would to his cock if he gave me the chance. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and I realize he’s parked the car in his garage. Is this really happening? I think to myself. “Color?” He asks me, turning my face so I can look into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes.

“Green,” I say quickly.

“Good girl,” He whispers and meets my mouth in a messy kiss full of tongue, need, and teeth.

I don’t know how we made it inside, but as soon as I cross through the doorway, Hotch throws me over his shoulder, and I shriek. He carries me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. I’m paralyzed as I watch him rip his tie off, dress shirt following soon after. He’s beautiful, and I want to run my hands all over him and feel every scar. My eyes are tracing his chest and ever the profiler, he notices.

“You can touch. It’s okay.” He walks over to me, planting himself between my legs. I timidly touch his stomach, trailing my hands up his abdomen, running my fingers along his scars in quiet admiration. He suddenly takes my hand, kissing it, a break in the dominant façade. I give him a soft smile, one that has always been reserved for him, and his breath hitches in his chest. His hands cup my face, looking into my eyes, and I’ve never felt safer than I have at this moment. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, my hands resting on his wrists. It feels like we’re the only people in the world, two souls destined to collide. His next kiss is gentle as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, but he tosses his resolve out the window when I bite his bottom lip. He growls, pushing me onto my back and stepping out of his pants and boxers. I push myself up on my elbows to watch him and gasp when he’s revealed to me completely. He’s big. Bigger than I’ve had before. I knew it would be big because of his damn hands. “You’re far too dressed for my liking.” He mutters, and the next moment he actually rips my shirt off of me, buttons flying everywhere.

“HOTCH!” He stops, looking at me.

“Try again, sweetheart.”

“Sorry. Daddy.”

“Much better. And Daddy will buy you a new one, okay?” I nod, suddenly unable to think as he slides off my tank top and unclasps my bra. My nipples are aching to be touched and as if he can read my mind, his head dips down to take my left nipple in his mouth. I suck in a breath, my hand coming to rest on the back of his head. His tongue laves over my nipple, and I swear I see God for a moment. He moves to the other side and my cunt is begging for attention. He slides my skirt and panties off without once leaving my chest. And when I’m naked before him, he kisses his way up my throat, leaving hickeys that will definitely be hard to hide.

“Daddy, people will see.”

“And? They should know whom you belong to.” He says plainly, he leans back, admiring my form and my hips jump up on their own accord, grazing his weeping tip in the process.

“Fuck, princess, don’t do that.”

“Please, please, please, Daddy, I need you so bad.”

“Daddy has to make sure you’re ready for him. I don’t know if my fat cock will fit in your tight little pussy.” I whimper at his words, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He slides down my body, pressing kisses into my skin as he goes until he gets on his knees, dragging me towards the edge of the bed. He slings both of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss into my thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me, princess. Can I taste it?”

“Please,” I manage to whisper, and I watch as his head dips down and he licks up my pussy. He groans against my clit when he tastes me, and I shout in surprise at the added stimulation. He chuckles against me and goes to work, tongue thrusting shallowly in me before coming up to tease my clit. He’s getting me closer to the edge and when I feel two of his fingers slide into me easily, I sigh contentedly. He finds the spongy spot inside of me with ease, hitting it every time he thrusts his fingers into me. I’m hurtling towards my peak when I gasp out, “Daddy, please, I’m close, can I cum? Please? I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Your good girl.” His eyes flick up and he watches me, never stopping, and watches as my abdomen tenses and I start to clench around his fingers, panting. He pulls his mouth away from me just long enough to whisper,

“You can let go, princess.” And resumes his torturous pace on me. My hand shoots down to grip his hair and a few seconds later my orgasm rips through me. I shout loudly, hips moving with abandon against his face, and he doesn’t let up, continuing to lick and finger me through it until I’m twitching with overstimulation.

“Daddy, please, too much.”

“You wanted to cum, princess, so you’re going to cum until I’m done.” He growls and goes back to eating me out. I had no time to come down from my first orgasm and my body is already sprinting full speed ahead toward my second. My thighs clench around his face but it doesn’t stop him. He stills his fingers inside me and simply presses them into my G-spot, never letting up, just putting constant pressure on it.

I’m babbling at this point, nothing coherent coming from my lips except for ‘daddy’ and ‘please’. My orgasm blindsides me and I clench hard around his fingers and scream, not caring if anyone can hear me. My vision goes spotty as I continue to cum until he finally slips his fingers out and I feel like I can breathe again. I’m gasping for air as his touch trails along my hips.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” I nod still gasping. “Color?”

“Green, green, green.” I pant out quickly and he chuckles. He gives me a few more seconds to come down, tracing gentle patterns into my sides and he kisses me once my breathing slows. I pull away to bite my way down his neck, leaving my own marks on him. “Daddy, need you inside me, please.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me, princess?”

“Yes! Yes! So ready! Please just fuck me!”

“Okay, let me grab a condom.”

“No!” I shout, grabbing his shoulders. “I’m clean. Please, I want to feel you. Just you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He says, kissing the tip of my nose. I watch as he pumps himself a few times and lines up with my entrance. He pushes in, just barely, and stays there until I’m begging him to push the rest of the way in.

“Please, Daddy, I want to feel full. I feel so empty.” He sheathes himself in me in one quick motion and I gasp. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper onto his lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight.” He’s still above me, and I can see his shoulders shaking in restraint. “You feel like heaven.”

“Please move, please. Let go, I can take it.” I whisper, peering into his eyes and he pulls out a little bit to thrust shallowly. He swallows my moan with his lips, kissing me with the fervor of a man starved. He starts off at a slow pace and despite being sensitive from my previous two orgasms, I need more. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Please, for the love of God, fuck me. Hard. Please. I can take it. All of it.” He looks at me hard, searching for any hesitation, but his dick is literally inside of me, so there’s no hesitation on my part. I nod up at him and he leans down to kiss me as he starts to set a brutal pace. His hips are slamming against mine and when I shift my hips up to meet his thrusts he hits my G-spot with every thrust. “SHIT!” I shout, the words quickly turning into a loud moan as his thumb comes down to flick at my clit. I’m shaking with arousal, and I can feel his balls slap against my ass with how hard he’s fucking me.

“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to Daddy. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” There are no thoughts in my head anymore, everything in me has zeroed in on the feeling of him literally fucking me into the mattress. “You look so pretty fucked out like this, bet you can’t think of anything but my cock inside of you, huh?” I nod and he laughs, kissing me hard. He leans back just enough to change the angle by shifting my calf onto his shoulder. He thrusts, hard, and I whimper. “You make such pretty sounds when I’m fucking you.” He picks up the pace again, moving his thumb on my clit in tight circles. I let out a broken moan as he hits just the right spot inside of me, and he takes note of it, hitting the same spot repeatedly, thumb keeping its pace on my clit. It’s overwhelming and I know that this orgasm is going to ruin other men for me. No one can do it like him. “Y/N,” his voice is low, “Look at me, baby, I want to watch you fall apart.” I drag my eyes open and look at him with dazed eyes. One particularly hard thrust and a drag of his thumb over my clit and I’m cumming violently, thrashing against him and gripping the bed sheets, my body spasming and I feel him fuck me through it and spill inside of me with a shouted curse before I black out.

I come to and can feel a warm washcloth being dragged between my legs gingerly. I hiss at the contact.

“Oh, thank god, are you okay?” I nod, throat raspy from screaming. “Can I get you anything?” I shake my head no, and the warm washcloth returns, I jump at the sensation. “I know, I have to clean you up though, okay?” He finishes in the next couple of moments and throws the washcloth into the hamper.

“How long was I out?” I say softly.

“Five minutes? Maybe six.” I nod.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Y/N, that was the biggest ego boost I’ve had in years.” He chuckles and I let out a weak laugh.

“Help me up?” I whisper, holding my hands out toward him. He obliges, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me into a sitting position. My vision starts to go spotty again. “Oh, Jesus,” I say, starting to slump forwards. His arms wrap around me quickly, holding me against his chest until my vision starts to return to normal. His thumbs are rubbing my back and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. “I’m okay, I think,” I whisper after a minute and try to pull away but he only lets me get a few inches away, eyes worriedly searching my face. “Hotch, I’m fine. I swear. Now let me go so I can go pee.” He lets go of me slowly and when I stand up to walk toward the bathroom, my legs buckle underneath me. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, but Hotch is right there to catch me. He scoops me up despite my protests and carries me bridal style to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. “Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly embarrassed.

“No, don’t do that. I can see you trying to hide, getting embarrassed.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Yeah, when your guard is down, you’re easy to read.”

“So, uh, do we just pretend this never happened? Go back to the way things were. I assume that’s what you want?” I bury my face in my hands, unable to look at him.

“Go back to the way things were? Y/N, baby, no. I can’t go back. This was not a one-time thing. I’m yours if you’ll have me.” I peek at him from between my fingers.

“Wait, you’re being serious right now?”

“Dead serious.” He gets on his knees in front of me. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment you walked into my office. I just didn’t think you’d reciprocate, until Morgan made a comment two months ago about your body language, and that’s when I had the hunch you felt the same way.”

“So, you’ve known I’ve been pining over you for months and didn’t think to say anything?” My pitch gets higher as the sentence goes on.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I’m clearly uncomfortable with you as I’m sitting in front of you, naked,” I say drily and he laughs again.

“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are,” I say, smiling, before adding, “But you’re my idiot.” His eyes brighten at that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. As you said, I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Good. Because I’m never letting go of you.” I feel my cheeks grow warm.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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justmeinadaze · 1 year ago

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I Miss The Misery (Steve X You)

"Just know that I'll make you hurt

(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)

When you tell me you'll make it worse

(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)

I hate that feeling inside

You tell me how hard you'll try

But when we're at our worst

I miss the misery."

A/N: From my previous post, I mentioned I've been feeling some type of way and every time I hear this song I think of mean Steve every time.

Warnings: Mean, Toxic Steve X Fem Slightly Toxic Y/N, SMUT of the rougher variety, public sex (bathroom, office), daddy kink (cause im me), smacking, choking, degrading (brat, whore), ANGST, some gas lighting from Stevie, he's definitely not a good guy, cheating (mentions of him cheating on her; reader cheats on bf), she talks about how his behavior excites her sexually but she's aware of how toxic that kind of thinking is. I think that's all.

Kind of inspired by an ex I had and the way he treated me. He bounced off of each other negatively and I remember telling my therapist that I thought the reason I kept going back to him was because "at least I feel something." I haven't seen him in 4 years so Yay for healthy relationships! :)

Doesn't mean we cant enjoy some toxic smut with Steve Harrington.

Word Count: 6317

“Hey, honey. Rough day?”, you coo at your boyfriend as he comes through the front door with a heavy elongated sigh.

“Yeah. These assholes that bought our company are changing everything and it’s starting to piss me off.”, he grumbles while taking a seat at the dinner table as you crawl into his lap and kiss his temple.

“You should say something. Tell your boss you’re sick of the changes and the disrespect. They need you and your team, baby.”

“Naw.”, he gently smiles as he hugs you tighter. “It’s fine. I’ll get over it.”

Smothering your own frustrated sigh, you grin as you kiss his lips before heading back to the kitchen to finish the meal you were making. You never understood your boyfriend’s passive aggression when it came to most things. Any time anything bothered him, he’d vent and stomp his feet but in the end, he did nothing.

You had never dated a man like him before. Most of your past boyfriends were toxic to say the least but what they didn’t know was you were always trying to recreate a feeling someone from your past gave you. The feeling of being desperately needed to the point that they would break down a door to be with you. That passion that followed jealously or a fight that they most likely started but you definitely instigated. That feeling of being…alive. When you couldn’t find it in anyone else, you decided it was best to move on to something healthier.

Jacob was a good person who doted on you hand and foot. If you had a bad day, he would hold you and if you just needed someone to talk to he was more than accommodating. When you two fought, if you could call it that, you could scream and be mean and all he would do is sigh and say things like “I understand why you would feel that way. I’ll try and be better.” When you two were intimate, he was incredibly vanilla, only ever being sexual in bed and usually missionary. The few times you tried to explain what you wanted, he never seemed to understand.

“You want me to hurt you??”

“No…not exactly. I just want you to be…rougher. SHOW me how much you love me. MAKE me feel it.”

“You don’t think I show you enough how much I care about you?”

“No! I mean yes…I mean…Gah! Never mind.”

“What’s, uh, what’s the name of the company that bought yours again?”, you ask as you grab a beer bottle from the fridge and pop it open.

“Actually, babe, I was going to tell you. I did some research on them and it seems they originated in your hometown Hawkins. It’s a company called Harrington & Co.” The sound of glass shattering causes Jacob to jump up and immediately run to the kitchen where he finds you wide eyed with beer now swimming around your feet. “Oh my god. Are you okay?! Don’t move, you don’t have shoes. Let me clean this for you.”

“Harrington? Like Bill Harrington?”

“Yeah! I was going to ask if you knew them.”, he continues as he kneels down and begins to clean broken glass before wiping at the liquid. “Supposedly, from what I read, Bill Harrington retired and left it to his son Steven. Did you know him? He’s about your age.”

“Where the fuck have you been?!”

“What do you care, sire?! I’m not your fucking girlfriend remember?”

“That doesn’t stop you from coming to my house at fucking 2 am begging to ride my dick!”

Your hand flew across his face, his angry eyes glaring into yours when his head reels back. As you swing your arm to hit him again, his large palm catches your wrist and roughly pulls you to his chest.

“Let me go.”, you growl.

Leaning forward, his lips hover just above your own, feeling the slight wind of your heavy exhales that come from your nose.

“Make me.”

“No, I didn’t know him.”

#############

Sighing, you take shaky, anxious steps towards your boyfriend’s office building. When Jacob called saying he forgot his lunch, you debated on telling him you were busy with work stuff of your own before finally deciding to bring him his food.

He owns the building. It’s not like he’s going to actually be in it 24/7. Plus, if he was he would definitely be on a different floor.

“Hey sweetie. Oh! Thank you so much.”, he grins as he kisses your cheek. “Do you want to sit with me while I eat? We can share or I can buy you something.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m not hungry but I can sit with you.”

Holding your hand, he walked with you to the building cafeteria and like any good girlfriend, you sat next to him listening to him tell you about the long trials and tribulations of his day. You smiled, nodding where you were supposed to and frowning at things he seemed annoyed with. After thirty minutes of his hour lunch, you desperately needed a break.

“I’m going to go get a drink. I’ll be right back.”

Jacob smiled as you tilted down to kiss him before turning to head towards the area with drinks and food. As you stood there staring into the void of soda options, a strong cologne smell hit your nose that had you dizzy as your eyes fluttered closed. You’d know that smell anywhere, inhaling it so many times in the past.

Steve smiles as he watches you walk around his room in one of his polos that hangs down your body like a nightgown, just barely covering the love bites and bruises from his fingers that were starting to form on your thighs. Lifting an expensive looking glass bottle to your nose, you grin to yourself as you inhale and put it back down.

“I love the way that stuff smells.”

“Yeah. My dad says it’s a good smell for ‘classy men’.”, he chuckles.

“Hm. I guess he doesn’t know you very well.”

“Fuck you. I’m classy.”, Steve teases as his grin grows, yanking your arm so you fall on top of him as he folds his hands together behind your lower back. “Classy enough to land a pretty girl like you.”

“Y/N?”

As you turn your head, your eyes lock with his slightly stunned honey-colored irises as they scan you up and down. You begin to feel slightly self-conscious in your leggings and regular t-shirt compared to his slick black suit and well styled hair.

“Holy shit. What…What are you doing here? Do you work here?”, Steve asks.

“Uh, no. My, uh, my boyfriend actually does.” You turn and point to where he was nonchalantly eating, not even looking in your direction. “What are you doing here?”

“My dad followed through and gave me his company. We finally expanded out of Hawkins so I bought this place.”

“Yeah, I heard. Congratulations.” His eyes continue to rake over you making you more and more anxious the longer you stood there. “Well, I better get back before his hour ends.”

A shiver ran up your spine as his hand reached out to grab your arm.

“Wait. I’d like to talk to you some more and catch up. Do you want to meet me for dinner? I’m free tonight if you are.”

“Steve… I’m with someone. I can’t have dinner or anything else with an ex or whatever the fuck we were. I’m happy now.”

The smirk that painted his beautiful lips startled you as you stood up straighter.

“Oh your happy, huh? You should tell that to your face. That guy’s your boyfriend? Guy barely seems like he can get it up let alone satisfy a woman like you.”

“Define woman like me?”, you inquire sarcastically.

“A strong, gorgeous woman who liked to be fucked hard and put in her place.” Steve’s eyes remain on you as your own widen as you look around hoping now one was close enough to hear his not-so-subtle tone. “Tell me, honey, does he know you called me Daddy? I imagine not because if you were my girl and I found out you ever called someone else that you wouldn’t be able to sit down for weeks.”

“Thank God, I’m not your fucking girl.”, you snarled. “You were never man enough to make that commitment.”

As you both stared daggers into each other’s eyes a sudden hand on your shoulder brings you back.

“Baby, everything ok?”, your boyfriend asks way too calmly.

“Yeah, Jacob, I’m fine. I was just introducing myself to the owner of your company.”

Steve’s eyes immediately softened as you watched him play the role he always played extremely well; charming and popular.

“Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you, Jacob. Y/N and I go way back.”

“Oh. I thought you said you didn’t know him, sweetie.”

Your ex’s eyes narrow in your direction in faux shock making you sigh in annoyance.

“I didn’t know him. I knew OF him. Everyone knew who Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was. Unfortunately, I wasn’t popular enough to penetrate his circle.”

“Hm, but I was to penetrate yours.”, he sassed with an arrogant confidence that just made you angry.

“Nice seeing you again, Harrington. Come on, baby.”

Steve watches you both walk away with a determined gaze that you can feel burning into your back as you headed towards your table.

“He seems nice. What was he like in school? Do you remember?”

“You didn’t call me like you said you would.”

“I was busy, Y/N.”, he answers nonchalantly, not even meeting your eyes as he continues putting things in his locker. “I figured when you didn’t hear from me, you’d just fuck the next guy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, seriously?! Steve, for some fucking reason I like you. I only want to be with you but it kills me when you don’t follow through with your promises. You say you’ll call and you don’t. You say we’ll go on an official date finally and then last minute you change plans but still call me to come over late at night so you can fuck me. It’s push and pull with you. You act like you want me but then you don’t. I can’t… I can’t keep waiting for you.”

Slamming his locker closed, he finally turns to face you with a look that said he really didn’t care.

“Then don’t.”

“Yeah…I remember him. Steve Harrington was a complete asshole.”

##############

You managed to steer clear of Steve and anything having to do with him for a few months after your encounter with him until you couldn’t anymore.

“Baby, it’s an office party. Come on, we have to go.”

“Then go, Jacob, but I’d rather just stay here.”

“Y/N, you’re my girlfriend and this is important to me. Everyone I know will be there including clients. I want them to meet the woman I love.”

You can’t help but sigh at his statement from your place in the closet. You cared about your boyfriend, you genuinely did but love? That was big word with a big meaning.

“FUCK YOU!”, you shout as you run out into the hallway and yank your arm away from Steve as he tries to stop you while buckling up his pants. “I’m so stupid. DON’T fucking touch me.”

Growling, he pushed you into another empty room and closed the door behind him as he continued to put his clothes back on.

“Lower your fucking voice—”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want the entire party to know what an asshole you really are!” His hand tries to block your mouth but you angrily swat him away causing him to back up and hold his hands up defensively. “You TOLD ME that we could make this serious. That we would finally have a REAL relationship and then I find you here fucking Lori! Are you kidding me?”

“Y/N, I—”

“I told you I loved you, Steve. I’ve never said that to anyone!” Tears started to fall down your face as you hugged your arms around your body. “You’re never going to claim me, are you? You’re never going to call me your girlfriend. I was just another fuck buddy, wasn’t I?”

When he doesn’t respond, you shove his chest hard.

“ANSWER ME!”

“YES! YES, OKAY?! Excuse me for not wanting to fucking hurt you. You knew what this was, honey. Its…It’s not my fault…you caught feelings.”

That night you ran. You told your parents you loved them, packed a small bag, and left Hawkins to Indianapolis swearing to yourself that this would never happen again. Ever since that night, you had been so numb to most emotions but especially ones that included romance.

“Ok. Let me get ready and I’ll meet you downstairs.

***

If you ran into Steve Harrington again, this time you would be ready. Wearing your shortest black dress and highest black heels, you strutted into Jacob’s office party with a demeanor that had everyone turning their heads.

With a gigantic grin on his face, your boyfriend introduced you to people and showed you off the way you deserved.

I should be enjoying this. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be normal!?

“Hey, baby, I’m going to run to the restroom.”

After giving him a sweet kiss, you powerwalk to the girl’s bathroom and lean over the sink as you stare at yourself in the mirror.

What’s wrong with me?

The door abruptly opens making you jump as you quickly pretend to be washing hands until a familiar aroma grabs your attention.

“Steve! What the fuck are you doing?! This is the girl’s bathroom!”

“Pfft like that ever stopped me before.” His eyes hungrily drank you in as you did the same. In high school he always dressed well but it was rare you saw him in suits. Now you imagined he wore them all the time and they accentuated his body in a way that had your mouth watering.

“I was watching you around the party with your boyfriend. You seem…sad.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Hm. Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”

“Fuck off, Harrington. Alright? I left you and Hawkins for a reason. Just give me some peace.”

“Yeah, you did leave. You didn’t even say goodbye.”, he replied with an undertone of anger you couldn’t quite fathom.

“Oh, I’m sorry. When should I have done that? While you were fucking the school slut or after you told me you didn’t love me.”

“I didn’t say that. I never said I didn’t love you.”

“PLEASE! You said I should have known what our relationship was and it wasn’t your fault I caught feelings for you! What was I supposed to take from that?!”

“Do you think my dad would have let us be together?! A rich Harrington with a poor Y/L/N? This isn’t a fairy tale, Y/N!”

“Of course! Steve Harrington, always looking out for himself!”

“What did you want me to do?!”

“I WANTED YOU TO FIGHT FOR ME!”

The bathroom door swings open again and you quickly grab his arm, shoving him into an empty stall as a group of girls gather at the sinks. As you listen to them talk, your head hangs as your brain swims in memories of the past.

You never cared that he was a Harrington or that he had a ton of money attached to his name. Even though you two had a lot of bad moments, to you, the good always outweighed them. Steve always knew how to make you laugh and smile (when he showed up). He would come over on Friday nights with a movie and some food (because he didn’t want to risk you both being seen). At night when he would sneak through your window (at 1am), you would lay on his chest and talk about everything you both could think of (after he fucked you like a whore).

Fingers gently lifted your chin, tilting your head so your eyes could meet his. As a tear fell down your cheek, he tenderly wiped it away with his thumb before cupping your face with his hands. You closed your eyes as his lips kissed your forehead, slowly trailing them down to your nose, and hovering just above your own.

Closing the distance, you pulled his mouth to yours as your palms slid down his back, trying to bring him closer to your body.

You never forgot the taste of his kisses but you were grateful for the reminder.

After forcing open your legs with his knee, your dress hiked up a bit allowing him easier access to your panty covered core as his hand effortlessly pressed the silky materiel against your clit. Biting your lip to stifle the moan, you felt him smile as his mouth latched on to your neck. Your eyes rolled as his tongue licked your skin and his fingers moved your underwear out of the way so he could guide two of them into your entrance.

Steve’s elbow locked in place as your knees started to buckle, holding you against the tile wall as you clung to his shoulders. It took every ounce of energy you had to remain quiet as his digits curled inside of you. The girls outside of the stall continued to gossip, completely unaware that the owner of their company was about to make their coworker’s girlfriend come undone.

Leaning back to look at you, the tip of his nose lightly grazed yours as your mouth fell open in a silent moan. Nodding his head, his beautiful eyes were begging you for something he needed you to say. Something he hadn’t heard since you left and you hadn’t said to anyone but him.

“Please…Daddy.”, you mouthed and without hesitation he gripped the back of your neck, pulling your head to his shoulder as he pumped his fingers faster into your cunt.

The bathroom door banged shut as the women left and a loud moan you had been holding on to echoed through the room as you reached down to grip his wrist, trembling against him as you came. Yanking you back, he crashed his lips to yours as your tongues mingled together.

“Please…please…”, you whimper as you push at his hand.

“It’s been a while, huh? Since you’ve had something big inside of you.”, he teased, grinning when your breathily laughed. “God, I missed you so much. I thought about you every day for the past five years. I love you, honey.”

Something in your look gave him pause as he scanned your face.

“What?” Pushing him backwards, you threw open the door to the stall while adjusting your dress and quickly checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked at least how you did when you came in here. “Hey, talk to me. What’s—”

As he reached for your arm, you turned around and smacked his cheek.

“How dare you. You think after everything you put me through you can just walk back into my life and expect things to be how they were?! I’m in a healthy relationship for once. He doesn’t bail on dates or disappear when I need him. Jacob actually shows me off and tells people I’m his girlfriend that he loves! I don’t cry every night because of something he said or did! I don’t—”

“Have sex the way you want?”, Steve interrupted snidely. “You don’t actually have any fucking fun because he’s so fucking boring you just want to walk into traffic. He doesn’t challenge you or make feel needed. He doesn’t know how fucking numb you really are. Jesus…”, he snickers. “You’re definitely not the same girl that left me.”

“That’s right because you broke her fucking heart!”

“Does he know that you don’t love him?” You freeze by the door at his question. “Does he know that you, honey, are exactly like me whether you like it or not. There’s a reason you’ve thought of me every day to. That’s the same reason you’re afraid to leave him.”

“Our relationship…was toxic…”

Tilting his head to the side, he reached into his suit pocket, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, and lighting one between his teeth.

“That may be but that also doesn’t change the fact that you and I, baby girl, thrive on that shit.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shake your head before addressing him and turning to leave.

“Stay away from me, Steven.”

#############

“Oof.”, Jacob groans as he slinks out of his suit jacket and throws himself down on the sofa. “It was a long day. We have a big account that landed in our lap and even your friend has been staying late to help.”

“He’s not my friend.”, you mumble as you continue focusing on the sink in front of you.

You hadn’t been able to shake Steve from your brain since the party. Hell, you hadn’t been able to shake him for the last 5 years. You thought about him constantly but knew he was bad for you. Part of what got you through the heartache was telling yourself that he wasn’t missing you; that he didn’t care at all where you were or if you were even happy.

But here he was telling you the opposite. Was he lying or did he genuinely care? From the few interactions you had with him he still seemed exactly the same. God, why couldn’t you get the warm fuzzy feelings he gave you with someone healthy?! Why did you have to fall in love with him? Why did he rile you up and get you going but by doing the worst things.

“Honey? Are you alright? You seem kind of—”

“I’m fine, Jacob. I’m just exhausted.”

His hand gently caressed your back as his chin rested on your shoulder. “I understand. Is there anything I can do?”

Angrily, you slammed the plate in your hand back into sink, lightly pushing him aside as you entered the living room and began to pace.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING NICE TO ME!”, you shout as frustrated tears began to fall. “Why do you alwayshave to be so nice?”

“How else should I be, Y/N?”

“I don’t know! Fucking…tell me to stop being a bitch or raise your voice a little bit. Throw me against a wall and fuck me into submission.”

“Y/N, I still don’t get it. You’re telling me you want me to hurt you?”

“NO! I just want you to stop being so fucking passive! Show a bit more passion! How can you live life like this!? If you’re angry just be fucking angry and then do something about it!”

Placing his hands on his hips, his eyes glance over you as if confused on how to proceed.

“You know what? Um, fuck it. I’m sorry, honey. I just…I had a weird day and I’m taking it out on you.” Wiping your eyes, you hastily grab your jacket from the nearby closet, and sling it over your shoulders. “I’m just going to go for a drive.”

“Y/N, wait! It’s pouring!”

Shutting the door, you cut him off as you stand in the yard and let the rainwater hit your face. It had been so long since you felt amped up like this. Backing out of your driveway, you head to the one person you know will understand.

***

“Yeah? What? I’m busy.”

“Uh Mr. Harrington, there’s a young lady here that says she knows you and was wondering if she could come up to talk to you.”

“I see. Carl? Does the young lady have a name or are we just letting any random women into the building?”,Steve asked the security guard sarcastically through intercom that connected to the top two floors.

“Um, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Ok, send her up.”, he sighs almost as if he’s annoyed by your presence.

You bounce anxiously in the elevator as you take the ride up to the top floor and as soon as the doors ding open, you power walk towards the lighted up office at the end of hall.

“Y/N.”, Steve exhales without looking in your direction. “I’m extremely busy so if this isn’t important then make it quick.” When his eyes finally land on your soaked, agitated frame, his whole demeanor shifted as he came around his desk and cupped your face in his hands. “Jesus Christ, honey. What the fuck is going on? Are you alright?”

Tilting up on your toes, you hungerly press your lips against his.

“Baby…Baby…hang on…Stop!”, he shouts sternly as he pulls you back. “Tell me what happened right now.”

“You said you missed me and that you loved me.”, you pant as you try to tug out of his grip. “I didn’t. I didn’t miss you at all. The only thing I ever loved about you was your dick, Harrington.”

His eyes narrowed as his head tilted trying to get a read on you.

“Why are you lying, little girl? You’re not supposed to lie to me remember?”

“Said the liar. I bet you didn’t miss me either with all that pussy you were getting back at Hawkins.”

“I can get pussy and still miss yours. The only difference is I actually enjoyed fucking those gorgeous women. When’s the last time you were fucked properly?”

“Jacob can get the job done. Trust me.”, you sass.

“Then tell me, baby, why are you here with me?”

“Because I’m an idiot! Maybe, I should go home.”

As you turned to leave, he roughly grabbed your arm, spun you around, and kissed you again. It was a rough kiss loaded with need as you both clung to each other, you a bit more desperately than him.

“Where’s my girl? I want my Y/N.”, he snarled angrily as he pulled your hair back, tilting your face up to meet his.

“I told you. She’s gone.”

“I don’t believe you.” Pushing you down onto your knees, he continues to hold you firmly as he unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants with one hand. “I think she’s still there. She’s just hidden behind this false facade of someone ‘normal’.” As his slacks fall to his ankles, his cock springs free, and you salivate at the sight as he pumps it slowly in front of your face. “But we aren’t normal, are we, baby?”

As you try to lean forward to take him into your mouth, Steve pulls on your hair harder forcing you back while leaning down till his face was just inches above your own.

“Ah, see? There she is. Hidden right under there.” His tone is full of snark but his beautiful features remain stoic as he continues to glare down at you. “Come on, honey. Give me what you got.”

Rearing back, a glob of spit leaves your mouth and lands just above his nose.

“Fuck you, Steve Harrington. I hate you.”

Wiping his hand over his face, he collects your saliva and strokes it along his cock.

“Jesus, baby, your anger and attitude just really fucking get me off.” Lifting you off your knees, he pushes you onto his desk, tearing off your jacket and shirt before slamming your back against the wood as your head hangs over the other side.

You try to get up but he’s faster, holding his palm against your chest as he comes around his desk.

“You remember our word right, Y/N? I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot it. I imagine you haven’t needed it with the extremely mundane almost tedious style sex you’ve been having over the years.”, he chuckles, laughing at his own snark as you pout angrily beneath him. “DO you remember?”

“Yes I fucking remember!”

The palm on your chest slides easily up your skin and takes hold of your throat.

“Yes, you remember what?”

“I remember our safe word.”

Rolling his eyes, he lets you go just long enough to slap your cheek hard before holding you down again.

“Yes, WHAT?!”

“YES, DADDY, I REMEMBER OUR FUCKING WORD!”

Steve’s hand moves behind your head, holding you up slightly as his leaking tip touches your lips, exhaling heavily when your tongue darts out to lick his slit and you moan at the taste of him. Opening your mouth wider, you allow him to push his cock in till he promptly hits the back of your throat making you gag.

“That’s it, baby, take it like a good girl.”

Thrusting his hips, you flatten your tongue allowing him to use you as he pleases. Abruptly, the phone blares on his desk startling you but annoying him as he angrily grunts at the device.

“God fucking damn it. Can’t have one fucking moment. Don’t move.”, he growls as he leans over to pick up the receiver. “Yeah, this is Harrington.” His long fingers grip your hair tighter as his cock subtly slides between your lips unable to remain still as your wet, slobber filled mouth warms him.

“Seriously? This is why you called at 10pm? We have it covered. I have faith in the employees here.”

Even though his voice remained relatively calm despite what was happening, you knew him well enough to know he was using all his energy to do so. Deciding to rile him further, your hand reached up above you and gently massaged his balls the way you knew drove him crazy back in school.

“Look, stop panicking. I-I-I…” You smiled in triumph as Steve stuttered over his words. “Fuck. No not you. Clark, just…just tell my dad to calm the fuck down. I haven’t run his company into the ground yet and I don’t…don’t plan on doing it any time soon.”

Slamming the phone back on the hook, he grips the side of your head with both hands as he thrusts his hips at a faster pace.

“Did you think that was funny, little girl?! Did you think it was funny watching me squirm?” Holding you still, he stops moving when he feels your nose against his sack, grunting as your throat constricts around him. “That’s it, you fucking brat. Choke on it.”

Pulling himself all the way out, he allows you to collect air and watches with pride as the tears streak down your face. Once he feels like you’ve had enough of a break, he shoves his cock back down your throat, holding you still as you gag and drool around him.

A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he tugs you off him and walks around to the other side of the desk while shuffling off his pants as he unbuttons his shirt.

“Come here, baby.”

As you fully sit up, you raise your hips so he can aggressively yank down your pants with your panties. Bringing you towards the edge of his desk, he falls to his knees, and puts your cunt on display for himself as he uses his fingers to hold open your puffy lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I missed this pussy so much. You always smelled so fucking good.” You moan as Steve’s nose grazes your clit and his tongue licks between your folds. “Shit. And you tasted so fucking delicious to.”

His head falls between your legs and your fingers tangle in hair as he devours you like you were his last meal. The obscene sounds of slurps and his tongue flicking in and out of your core has you clenching tightly around him as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, don’t stop, Steve. Oh my god.”, you whine.

As your hips start to buck against him, his strong hands hold you down forcing you to stay still. You continue petting his head, occasionally tugging on his fluffy, soft strands making his groan reverberate through you.

The phone beside you blares loudly again and he grunts in agitation as he gets to his feet, grabbing the cord to yank it from the wall.

Taking his place between your legs, you both moan as he runs his mushroom tip along you slit and rests his forehead on yours.

“Beg me, Y/N. Tell me how bad you want my cock that you love oh so much and not me.”

“Please, Steve, I need—”

His palm around your throat cuts you off.

“No, little girl. Remember? You don’t care about me anymore. You don’t give a fuck about Steve Harrington. All you want is my dick right? Well, honey, this dick belongs to Daddy so beg him.”, he growled causing your breath to hitch.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you fill me up.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“No.”, you whisper, your answer intriguing him as his head shifts to the side. “But I need it.”

Your hands run up his chest till you reach his neck, clinging to him as he slowly guides himself inside of you. You mouth dropped open in the shape of an O as he gradually pumps his hips, pushing himself deeper into your heat.

“God damnit, Y/N, how long has it been? Your pussy isn’t used to a big cock anymore is she? You’re so fucking tight.”

“Still s-so cocky.”

Steve chuckles lightly, his head hanging as he bottoms out.

“Still a fucking brat.”

Gripping both your thighs, he pulls back before thrusting his length hard inside of you, practically punching the air from your lungs. Falling flat onto his desk, he finds a steady pace that leaves the two of you panting and moaning.

Leaning his upper body over yours, his lips kiss yours sloppily as your tongues dance together.

“Fuck, baby girl, no one has ever taken my cock as well as you.” His face falls into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he bites at the flesh. “This pussy was made for me, Y/N.”

“Harder, Daddy.”

Taking hold of you, he lifts you off his desk and places you on the floor, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he pounds into you.

“Like that, honey? Yeah. Daddy knows. Daddy can take care of you.” With one hand clinging to your leg for leverage, he utilizes his other to bring his thumb to your clit making you whimper as his cock abuses your g-spot. “Cum, pretty girl. Cum all over my dick.”

Perching yourself up on your elbows, your eyes lock with his giving him more determination to push you over that ledge. When you do finally fall, he grunts at the feeling, fucking you through it as his thumb moves faster against you.

“Atta girl. Fuck me. Your pussy won’t stop pulling me in. You really needed Daddy, huh, baby?”

Shakily your hand grabbed his wrist, silently begging him to stop and to your surprise he did, bringing his palm up to caress your cheek. Focusing on his own pleasure, he slammed into you so hard that you knew you would be sore tomorrow.

Falling flat against your body, he rolled his hips a few more times before warming your insides with his release.

The two of you laid together quietly for a few moments until he finally rolled on to his back. Sneaking a glance your way, Steve noticed you were trembling and sat up to grab his jacket off the floor where he had tossed it to place it over your body like a blanket.

“Thank you.”, you murmur as you bring it up closer to your neck.

“For the jacket or the sex?” As you turn your head to look at him, he does the same. “That’s what you came here for right? Because I know it wasn’t for me. I guaran-God damn-tee if your boyfriend or any other guy fucked you the way I did, you’d be with them right now.”

“You’re right.” Steve huffed as he fully sat up and leaned against the sofa he had in his office. “What do you want me say, Harrington? I tried for two years to get you to claim me and every time you pushed me away.”

“And every time you still came back.”

“So that gave you license to treat me like garbage?!”

“No! I’m just… I’m just saying there’s a reason for that.”

“Yeah and not a good one. Steve…what we have…had… yeah the sex is amazing but everything else is unhealthy. The missed dates, angry calls, the fighting, the fucking cheating… we are toxic.”

He sighs heavily before giving you his full attention.

“Yeah, well, if we’re toxic then I’d rather go down with you than anyone else.” Shaking your head, you get to your feet as you quickly grab your clothes and start to put them on. “I know you feel the same, Y/N, or else you wouldn’t be here. You like all that bullshit because at least you’re feeling something other than fucking boredom. Trust me, I tried to. I tried doing the healthy ‘normal’ thing. I wanted to fucking gouge my eyes out by the end of the day. It took me awhile to realize that all the women I was with including her… I just kept wishing they were you.”

“This was a mistake. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, no, no, honey. Please, trust me. I feel like we can make this work.”

“Well, I don’t.”

Backing away from you, he folded his arms as he leaned against his desk. You knew this look very well, always referring to it as “the shutdown”. His wall was going up which means he was going to make this situation as complicated as possible.

The butterflies in your tummy fluttered in anticipation at the notion.

Why am I like this? Why can’t I be normal?

“Ok, Y/N. We can play this game but just remember, little girl, I’m way better at it than you.”

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ornii · 21 days ago

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Oh, the Misery Part 6: “I’m here for You, Powder.”

Part 6

The Last Drop, the burdened building that has literal skeletons in its closet. A man was tending the empty bar. His simplistic but fun train of thought was cut off by a voice.

“Chuck!”

“Chuck”, gasped and turned around, his eyes quickly tracing the bar to a girl, Jinx. She was sitting at the counter playing with a blue Hextech crystal.

“Thieram. Uh... My name's Thieram.” He said, but Jinx smirked.

“Nice try, Chuck. What's all the hubbub?” She tilts her head, Chuck takes Jinx’s favorite cup out and pours into it, hand shaking.

“Uh. Boss wants us to grab someone up.” Chuck says, his eyes not able to meet Jinx’s who fiddles with her Hextech orb.

“Someone? Anyone? Who are you grabbing?” She asked

“Some girls and a guy. I mean, I mean not... I'm not grabbing the girls. Oh, other than the... those ones... I guess.”

“Focus. Who are they? Why wasn't I invited to the party?”

“Uh, I don't know. They... they got in a fight with Sevika. They did a number on her.”

“Oh really? Which number?” Jinx was an oddball, unhinged and her direct and sokehow indirect questions somehow.

“It's like a saying— but the person who fought her, someone said he had a metal arm.” Chuck said, Jinx’s fun attitude for a moment halts, his eyes dilated for a moment, and she quickly puts the mask back on. Disbelief filling her brain. he starts to explain to her, but Jinx decides to give him a biiiig hug.

“You're doing great, Chuck. Here, for your troubles.” She let him go and leaves with her cup. Chuck felt and heard the ticking and panicked, one of Jinx’s bombs was on his back. He panicked and thought his life was over. Only for it to explode with Pink Paint.

Deep in Zaun, (Y/n) was getting hauled up a cliff side to avoid Silco. Vi was carrying him as he attempted to stay on his feet. Caitlyn had her rifle, taking a more serious approach, staying in front of the two in case something or, someone.. were to intervene.

“Silco's goons aren't far behind. We have to keep moving.” Caitlyn turned around to them, Vi looked around and noticed the Neon sign.

“Is it still here?” Vi asked, “What?” Cait replied but Vi shook her head. “Never mind, just help me to the edge. We gotta get down there.” She said, Vi helps (Y/n) over to the ledge.

“Okay, Can you get down on your—“ Vi asked, (Y/n) didn’t hesitate and leapt. His metal arm jams into the wall and slides down. He leaped to a scaffold but missed the beam and tripped and rolled on the ground, hard. Cait looked a bit worried, Vi shook her head, angry. “Shit!” Vi leapt down after him, and Cait took a more cautious route.

As This happens, Sevika returns to Silco’s office after catching a generational ass kicking. She barged into the office, with the chair’s back facing the door.

“We lost them…” she said, and the figure who turned around wasn’t Silco. It was jinx.

“Lost who?” She said, Sevika stepped up to fight, but triggered a trip wire that filled the room with gas. Quickly losing consciousness, Sevika stumbled around as Jinx put on a gas mask, watching the lights in Sevika go out. She awakens, strapped to a chair. And Jinx sitting on the desk, smiling.

“I feel like you and I got off on the wrong… arm. Maybe we should try the other.” She said, with the simplest of threats.

“No need. It's your sister and brother. They’re back. And he’s looking for you.” Devils spoiled the surprise, that unhinged aura reverberated though Jinx.

“It's not what you think. He’s with some girl enforcer. Guess they replaced you.”

“You're lying!” Jinx was beside herself, deep unfiltered breaths.

“Why bother? With them back in town, it's only a matter of time before you implode and Silco finally gets the message that you're about as good for our cause as you were for your family…” Sevika pours salt into the wound, Jinx looks ready to cry, until she laughs and kicks sevika back.

“Ten outta ten, toots! I think I know just how to deliver that message…” Jinx spins Sevika around and a very uncomfortable smile was on Jinx’s face.

(Y/n) finally opens his eyes. Pain still in his side as he laid on the cold hard ground. His eyes are a haze but two figures are over him. Vi and Cait.

“Do You realize his dumb that was?” Cait says, and looked around. She noticed the lack of light but tents. Caitlyn saw the movement of, bodies somehow. Covered, their bodies malformed and ragged. The after effects of Shimmer.

“What is this place?” Cait was horrified at what this was, Vi walked up next to her.

“It's where the kind of people you topsiders don't want to think about, wind up. It was never this big, though.” She said, Vi turned around and pointed to an old house that stood under the scaffolding of a neon sign, “There.” She walked over and helped (Y/n). Up and walked him into the run down building, lacked any furniture or other equipment. Vi laid him against a wall, and on a crate. Vi knelt down, (Y/n) hasn’t made any joke of self deprecating humor. It’s serious. His breathing was more labored, strained. Cait watched Vi put pressure on the wound but it isn’t doing much.

“I know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.” She said, “He’s going to die if we don’t—“

“It doesn't work. It never has. You topsiders always find a way to screw us.” Vi’s response was cold, the only thing they had in common was (Y/n), the glue holding their unstable team together.

“I suppose topside is to blame for all your misfortunes.” Cait says. Vi looked around her old home, and painted on drawings on the wall. Things powder did.

“No…Not all of them.” She replied, a look of guilt washed over her face. Caitlyn reached into her backpack and took out a rag and handed it to her.

“We aren't monsters, you know. We're people, just like you.” She tried to reach an understanding between them, but Vi still isn’t as trusting as (Y/n).

“You don't know anything about me…” Vi scoffed, but she took the rag and pressed it against his wound. (Y/n) opened his eyes, He blinked. He saw Vi but looking at Cait reminded him of, someone The soft, delicate features of a woman, emerged before him, her face illuminated with the gentle glow of memories long past. Her golden hair framed her face like sunlight breaking through clouds, and her familiar smile radiated warmth he hadn’t felt since childhood. The woman smiled at (Y/n) so warmly, Lost in a daze (Y/n) could only mutter one word.

“…Mom?” He whispered in his delusion. Vi was surprised, he almost never ever utters that word. Cait was slightly surprised by it. Vi put his hand on hers and leaned in. “Can you hear me? It’s gonna be okay.” Vi held on tight, Cait took a moment to step out of the building, mainly to check for anyone who knows they’re here. She stepped out for a moment, and a scraggly voice whispered.

“Is he all right?” Cait heard and turned around swiftly, rifle aimed at someone’s face, a man with glasses and the affliction of shimmer. He was a local to the last drop, a pair of cracked glasses.

“Wait, wait, wait! Easy. Easy. That's (Y/n) and Vi, right? I'm a friend. Or at least I was. I mean, I... I owed his old man my life. Probably more than that. I guess.” He explained, Cait slowly lowered her rifle, but kept her head on a swivel.

“He’s bleeding. He needs a doctor.” Sje said sternly. The man sighed

“Not so simple to come by around here. Oh, oh. But, ah, I do know someone else who might be able to help. Come with me.” He motions for her to follow though the decrepit undercity, and Cait follows with little choice left. They reach the end of the alley and to a shop. Barred off they await as a shadowing, massive figure creeps out of the dark, not human.

“Ailment?” The being asked. Its eyes lock onto Caitlyn who didn’t know how to respond at first.

“Uh... Uh... he’s been stabbed.” Cait said, the Shopkeeper snarled and crept into the darkness. Dark colors shine faintly in the light as beakers and bottles sound, shake, and echo.

“She makes potions. Helps people here with...with this.” The man revealed his face to Cait, the disfigured man man’s body was malformed due to the side effects of shimmer.

“Shimmer. Why would you take something that does that to you?”

“I just... wanted to feel what it was like...

To be somebody. To make other people afraid. Instead of—“ he wished to elaborate but the Shopkeeper was done. They crept to the barred window with the vial.

“Trade.” They spoke, Cait considered her options and didn’t have much in terms of value. Caitlyn used the only thing she had, she unloads her rifle and places it down on the counter as her trade. The shopkeeper growled and poured a drop of shimmer in the vial. It glows with a haunting aura and they trade. Cait takes the vial happily.

“Thank you, I really—“ the Shopkeeper slams the window shut, leaving Cait a bit shocked, but regardless.

“Let's go. I think Vi will be happy to see a friendly face.”

“No, no. You go ahead. They knew me when I was still...Anyway, I don't want them to see me like this. Just tell (Y/n).., uh, tell him I'm sorry. About everything, about his father..” the man crept back into the darkness, leaving Cait to consider much. She returned back to the house as (Y/n) was holding on, taking deep breaths. Vi opened his mouth and poured what the shopkeeper concocted. A surge of pain and unease washed over him, manic he sat up but felt Vi’s palms grip his cheekbones. His eyes locked with hers as he tried to catch his breath. “Easy, easy, easy. You’re okay.. look at me, you’re okay.” She reassured him as he regulated himself, he stood up, still a bit dazed.

“We needed you back on your feet. What was the name Sevika gave you? Jinx?”

“Yeah. No idea who though, Vi?” He asked, for a moment he saw a tinge of guilt in her eyes, but Vi shook her head. “No.”

“Then I guess we keep looking?” (Y/n) asked, feeling his body return to normal. They stepped outside and were caught, Vi’s eyes locked with Silco, who stood with a few of his goons.

“Vander's prodigy. I've regretted that we never had the opportunity to speak.” Silco kept his eye on Vi, as he hands a vial of Shimmer to the man who “Helped” Cait, rats.

“What have you done with my sister?” Vi stepped closer.

“I've freed her. Candidly, I thought you were the prize of your bundled family. But Jinx... Oh. She is more than I ever imagined.”

“I'm gonna find her and erase whatever fucked-up delusions you put in her head. But first, I'm gonna bring your bullshit empire down all around you.”

(Y/n) finally stepped out of the house, he and Silco are finally face to face. “The Child of Wonder..” Silco said with such sarcasm. It’s been years since they saw each other. (Y/n)’s older, grizzled, and now has a damaged eye, just like—

“Silco.” (Y/n) could only make out a growl. “I’m going to put you in the dirt.. with all the other maggots and worms!” he stormed over, but Silco stepped back.

“You don't know your limits, boy. It's what got Vander killed. What drove Powder away. And it's why I'm here right now.” Silco hands the shimmer to the people, and they consume. “The only good thing of this mess… your mother never had to see what your father became, a coward.” Silco’s words were the catalyst. (Y/n) aimed his arm in rage, his eyes locked dead on Silco, ready to kill him. For a moment, time slowed down and he had a choice, the shimmer victims were transforming and they wouldn’t survive a fight with them.

“One day.. I’m going to watch the light leave your eyes, but not today..”

(Y/n) aimed downward and fired. The shockwave impact causes a small quake on the earth. The shaking finally pushes the sign and scaffolding past the limit, and it falls, tipping towards Silco and his monsters. The trio use this to escape, rushing away to abound being crushed by the overwhelming force of the rubble. Climbing out of the Hell they created itself, Vi, Cait and (Y/n) try to recover on the cliffside. Vi looked up to the sky and something caught her eye, a blue flare flew into the sky. Vi knew what that meant, and rushed to the origin. “Vi? Vi!” (Y/n) stumbled up and gave chase, and So did Cait.

Rushing and leaping though Zaun and its rural inhabitants and residents made it a bit of a slog though it, but (Y/n) kept on Vi’s tail, trying to see just what has her so perplexed. It wasn’t until she hit a corner and he did a few second after that he saw it. In the middle of a tower, the one firing the Flare, powder. His eyes adjust to what he’s seeing and he slowly approached Vi and Powder. Vi lets go of her sister and Powder finally sees him.

“Powder?” He whispered, and walked over, his legs heavy but though sheer anxiety and will (Y/n) moved to her.

“Are.. are you real?” She asked, reaching out and touching his face. “Yeah, it’s me Munchkin.” He hugged powder and vi tightly. For a moment, it was real. He lets go and sighed, trying to hold back tears

“Powder, I’m so sorry I.. I should have been here, for you. For you two Vi I… it’s okay now, we have to get you—“ he starts, and Cait arrives, and all Hell broke loose. Powder immediately stepped back, Gatling gun in hand.

“Who's she?” She says. Vi and (Y/n) try to play the middle men.

“It's okay. She's a friend.” (Y/n) stepped a bit closer to Jinx.

“Sevika wasn't lying? You're with an enforcer?” Jinx grits her teeth, and Caitlyn leans in a bit.

“Your sister is Jinx?”

“Caitlyn, just listen, we can work this out.” Vi then turns her attention to Caitlyn but (Y/n) was confused, “Wait.. Did you call Her Jinx?” He begins to piece it together now.

“This is a trick! You're playing me!” Jinx was losing what cool she had left, talking to people who aren’t there. “Shut up! I'm in no mood.”

“We didn't say anything.” Cait starts.

“I wasn't talking to you!”

“Powder, it's okay.” (Y/n) stepped closer, and Jinx lifts the Gatling Gun. “Stop calling me that. It's Jinx now. Powder fell down a well.”

“What are you talking about? You’re powder! You’ve always been powder!” He got a bit worried. “Just put down the gun and—“

“Stop talking to me like I'm a child! Was that why you came? For this stupid stone?”

“What stone? Powder! I'm here for you. We’re here Only for you.” (Y/n) grips her wrist as she holds the gun, fear, confusion, pain in her eyes. Before they continue, a sound echoes from metal and the four look around, they weren’t alone. Green hue emerges from one of the tunnels and it was someone riding what looks to be a hovering board. Multiple of them arrive and set theit sights on the four of them.

“Cait? Gun!” He said, she bit her lip a bit. “I.. sold it.”

“You what?” (Y/n) was a bit perplexed. “Medicine, for you!” She replied, that guilt hit (Y/n) and he didn’t have much time to consider it, as they attacked, whoever they are. Jinx immediately railed up her gun and fires, bullets dance and hit along the steel and brick to a psychotic laughter, (Y/n) ducks under one swing by a rider and uses his pulse arm to blast one right off its board. He effortlessly kicks them off the tower and to a lower railing. Vi and Cait do their best but everyone is getting overwhelmed but also trying to abound getting turned into Swiss cheese by Jinx.

A pair fly at him from different directions, he blocks one pipe swing but gets one to the back of the leg, he rolls out of the way of another and stands up, he ends up back to back with powder. One big rider was going for them both. They give each other a look, Jinx laughs and fires at the ground, letting all the debris and dust kick up, the Rider avoids any gunfire but once he comes out of the smoke, he gets a nasty clothesline line. (Y/n) quickly picked up the board and hurled it at another, hitting their board and making it slowly crash into a wall as they roll off into a small pile of scrap metal. (Y/n) was ready to keep going, but someone leapt on his back, trying to choke him. He used his weight and fell back, slamming the person down. out of breath they let go and he quickly goes full Mount. Before he can land a single strike, another rider attempt to choke him with a pipe. While one blasts an unknown smoke in his face, coughing badly, (Y/n) pushes them off but it’s not enough. He falls back, slowly losing consciousness as Jinx’s manic shooting echoed in his thumping eardrums, he sees her face, they lock eyes once more and a look of rage was on her face and she fired at them for what they did. That wasn’t powder, that wasn’t the little girl he knew so long ago, all he saw was a maniac, a loose cannon.

A monster.

Those thoughts lingered, until it all went black.

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cherriegyuu · 1 year ago

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breaking point | yjh

pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader genre: angst word count: 1.5k a/n: something to celebrate jeonghan's birthday, who even writes angst as birthday present?

this is part of my series, seventeen as songs from lover (ts)

Jeonghan ➝ AfterglowThis ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh ↳ Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end.

The sound of the door closing still echoed through your mind. It had been hours since Jeonghan left but you were still sitting in the same spot, eyes locked on the door as if he was going to burst through at any second.

You knew that he wasn't. At that moment you didn’t even know if you'd ever see Jeonghan again. He was so angry when he left, rightfully so.

All of your fights had been rational ones, both of you would calm down for a little a while before talking again. The screaming matches weren't something either of you were into but your fights had never gotten that big before. Not even once.

It seemed as if the one thing you had always been afraid of finally came to light.

You and Jeonghan weren't well matched, you were too different. From the way you were raised to the way you saw the world.

Jeonghan had an almost romantic view of everything around him. While he was one to play an infinite amount of pranks on his friends, he was never overly mean about it – if he was mean at all –, and those pranks only happened because he wanted to win whichever game they were playing. To him, because he wasn't someone who would intentionally hurt anyone, it was hard to understand why someone would. And while you thought that was beautiful, that trace of naivety, you also saw it as infuriating.

So when a coworker went over him, and claimed Jeonghan's project as his own, you couldn't hold back the petty I told you he would do that to you. Because you had in fact talked to Jeonghan so many times about it. However, Jeonghan didn't seem to see it, at all.

"I don't think we should be having this conversation right now" he sighed, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

He was tired and stressed, the last thing he needed was to hear those words from you. Especially when all he wanted the entire day was to get to you, rest his head over your thighs while you played with his hair.

But you didn't seem to see it or you didn't care, he wasn't too sure.

"This is the exact moment we should be having this conversation because when morning comes you'll just forget about this feeling and you'll let him or any other idiot out there do the same thing to you again"

Jeonghan couldn't help the distressed groan that left him. He hated how the whole situation sounded like a joke coming from your lips, how you had this little spark in your eyes — as if you were enjoying his misery.

"You can't possibly be angry at me," you said "I told you again and again that he was an asshole, that he would screw you over the second he got the chance. Like always, you didn't listen. The world isn't this great place, Jeonghan. Your friends are awesome but the world is actually really shitty and, apparently, you're the only that doesn't fucking see it"

He shook his head at you and stood up. Jeonghan pushed his feet inside his shoes and opened the other.

"You're leaving?"

"You know, the most rational part of my brain told me not to come here today" he scoffed, voice slightly rising "Because I knew you'd pull this shit and this was the last thing I needed"

You stood up but didn't dare to move an inch closer to him.

"I didn't do anything!"

"I wanted to be comforted!" he all but screamed "I had an awful day and all I wanted, all I needed, was for you to tell me that everything was going to be okay, that maybe I could talk with my boss and show him that it was actually me who did all the work. But you decided that what I needed was to remember feeling like shit"

All of your neighbors could probably hear the fighting. Jeonghan held the door open, chest heaving in evident distress.

"Please let me know when you find my girlfriend, because whoever this is" he waved his hand in your direction "isn't her"

He slammed the door shut behind him, hard enough that you felt the windows shake.

It had been over three hours since Jeonghan left and the only difference was that you sat back down. You couldn't move or anything else.

While you were talking with him, you knew that you were pushing him too far, saying more than you should. It wasn't the time, everything was wrong. Yet, you couldn't stop the words from coming out.

You knew that you were projecting. That there was no real reason for you to be acting that way, Jeonghan did nothing and was right, all he needed was comfort. And maybe it was your own insecurities talking, your shit month at work, how although you told him otherwise you always behaved just like him and your coworkers were throwing their work at you and did nothing about it. The you acted with Jeonghan was the way you should have reacted at your own job but the words simply died on your lips whenever they were around.

You grabbed your phone from the couch, it was almost two in the morning. You knew Jeonghan was probably home by then but still, you wanted to make sure. Touching your phone a few times, you called Seungkwan.

"Is he home yet?" you asked as soon as the line connected.

"Hello to you too" you could picture Seungkwan rolling his eyes “and yes, he’s home”

Silence followed. You didn’t have anything else to say and you knew Seungkwan was probably a little angry at you. His voice had a little edge to it. You knew Jeonghan, he probably didn’t say anything to his roommate, but it was written all over his face that you had gotten into a fight.

“Should I leave the door unlocked?” Seungkwan asked with a sigh.

Finally, your eyes filled with tears and you let out a sob. The tears refused to fall since Jeonghan left. The tightness in your throat was so unbearable that it was a wonder you managed to say those four words tho Seungkwan.

“Don’t cry, fix it” he said before ending the call.

On your way to Jeonghan’s place, your mind was racing. The darkest part of your brain took over and made you believe that your relationship had come to an end, that the fight had been so bad that you had finally reached a point of no return. It took everything in you to not ask the driver to take you back home.

There was only one way you could ever find out if it was actually over.

Like he said, Seungkwan left the door unlocked and was kind enough to keep the lights on in the living room. Locking the door behind you, you used your phone as a guide to Jeonghan’s room at the end of the hallway.

You opened the door quietly, to not startle him or his roommate.

Jeonghan had his back turned to the door, body curled into a small ball. You got into bed behind him, legs adjusting to his and you wrapped your arm around his waist, forehead pressed to back.

Jeonghan’s body stiffened for a second and then relaxed once he realized it was you.

“I’m sorry,” you said before he could say anything “I don’t know why I said those things, why I didn’t just hug you and say that it was going to be okay, that we could find a way to fix it”

Jeonghan turned on the bed, now facing you. The room was so dark you could barely make out the shape of his body, even after your eyes had gotten used to the lack of light.

“I need you to understand limits, yn. Sometimes you just keep pushing and pushing, and you don’t notice when the other person is at their limit”

His voice was low, a mixture of sleep and resentment.

“And I end up hurting the people I love the most,” you said quietly, you ran your hand up from his chest to his neck. It wasn’t sexual in any way, you just needed to feel him as much as possible, needed him to understand that you meant every word that you said “I’m really sorry. I don’t want to give you excuses, I just want to apologize. I don’t want to hurt you, ever. All I want to do is to love you, show you all the bright and beautiful places in the world. Always. Forever”

Jeonghan held your face and kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. He tucked your head on the crock of his neck and for a second it was so easy to lose yourself in him.

“Sleep now, love. We can talk more in the morning”

He hugged you tightly and that was enough to give you hope that maybe there was still some part of your relationship that could be saved.

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valentinoappreciator · 11 months ago

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Vox / Female reader / Valentino electro smut 💞

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x female reader x Valentino

Rating: E for explicit

Word count: 3.8k

Tags (among others): erotic electrostimulation, gags, chains, dirty talk, threesome (F/M/M), spitroasting, actually proofread (by me, but still!!!), aphrodisiacs

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane, title: Gagged and Chained

Author's notes: everything is consensual <3 although, one could maybe doubt HOW the consent was obtained 🤭 anyway, here goes!

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Not for the first time tonight, you wonder how Vox and Valentino have gotten you into this setup. Damn their silver tongues and promises of a good time!

Tied to Valentino’s bed, spread-eagle style, with heavy iron chains, you’re gagged. You’re not blindfolded, as Vox had initially suggested. More entertaining, more fun for us if she can’t see what’s happening, Val! he had said, but Valentino had insisted that they be able to see the fear and misery in your eyes.

So, here you are. Tied up and gagged, you make a series of pathetic, muffled sounds as Vox straddles your naked body. He’s grinning widely, his pale blue teeth looking not unlike a shark’s and his red eyes wide with delight as you squirm slightly.

“Really, darling?” Valentino chides from his couch. He sits with his legs and wings spread obscenely wide, displaying all of him, and holds a cigarette to his lips with one hand. Casually, so casually, he takes a deep drag of it, exhaling red smoke out into the already foggy room.

Maybe that’s why you’re not struggling. Not as much as you should be, anyway.

“Fighting your boss? That’s not a very good look on you.”

You whine pitifully. A shiver wrecks through you as Vox strokes his sharp, claw-like fingers down your plump flanks and over your sizable breasts. A sharp inhale through the gag, and you lean your head back against the pillow.

It is, despite everything, ungodly soft and comfortable.

Your eyes flutter closed, and Vox clicks his tongue at you.

“Look at me, babe,” he demands, immediately getting what he wants. Your eyes are wide open all of a sudden.

You realize you don’t really know what is supposed to happen tonight, and you find yourself both apprehensive and shivering with anticipation.

“You can start, Voxxy,” Valentino purrs, “but remember, keep it... soft. For a start, anyways.”

You frown up at Vox. He rolls his eyes - undoubtedly by the pet name - and nonetheless reaches behind himself. Stretching his narrow, lithe body, you can’t help but think that he actually... looks kind of handsome like this. He quirks an eyebrow, and you blush. Have you blown your cover already?

“She’s blushing, Val.” His voice is mocking. You hate how much it... actually kind of turns you on.

“Good. That means someone finds you at least a little bit attractive.”

Vox rolls his eyes again. He strokes your inner thigh with the hand not supporting himself. You gasp sharply, and the muscles in your leg flex.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Voxxy.”

“Oh, unlike you, you mean?”

Valentino barks out a laugh, follows it up with, “Aren’t you being cocky tonight!”

There’s a moment of silence in the room, before Valentino purrs.

“Well? Are you just gonna admire my pretty toy, or are you gonna do what we talked about?”

Vox grits his teeth, and to you, it almost seems like he’s... regretting this? It’s something about the way his eye twitches, and the way his lips are set in a tight smile. Yet, he keeps teasing your thigh, and you hate to admit that it does do things to you.

His claws are sharp. They leave goosebumps in their wake as they scrape over your blushing flesh. For a second, the shortest of moments, you can almost feel the electricity crackling between them, sending a faint jolt through you.

But surely, that’s all just in your imagination... right?

However, there’s something in his smirk that says I know.

And your eyes widen.

Oh no. Oh no, he’s going to electrocute you, isn't he?

You start squirming again. You want to say it’s entirely out of fear, but a part of you hungers for it.

Vox grins widely.

“Oh, I think she’s catching on, Val.”

“Such a clever one,” Valentino purrs, exhaling a plume of scarlet and grinning as well. It’s so wide it seems to split his face in two. Your attention is divided between him and Vox, but when Vox’s claws move ever closer to your core, you watch him, and only him, with rapt attention.

“Good girl,” he drawls, putting his palm flat against your inner thigh, tapping his claws against your flesh one by one. It is ungodly hot, and you whimper through your gag. Your heart is beating a million miles an hour, and you feel almost queasy with adrenaline.

“There’s a reason you’re Val’s favorite,” he continues, his voice a sultry drawl, and suddenly sinks his claws into your flesh. Your yelp is muffled by the gag, but you can still squirm, and so, you do. You try to buck him off, but he’s clearly tried this before, and keeps straddling you until you’re sagging back against the mattress.

“You’re always so clever and fast to figure out what’s going to happen to you,” he cooes, slowly picking his claws out of your thigh, one by one. “You look practically sinful with your makeup all ruined and messy.” A weak whimper escapes you. You press your head back into the pillow once more, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as a wave of pleasure surges through you.

Valentino is momentarily forgotten. There’s only Vox and you, you and Vox, and you crack open an eye to peer up at him. With the light behind him, it’s almost forming a halo above his screen. It catches and reflects off the black edges. He looks... he actually does look very handsome like this. Still in his suit - how uncomfortable that must be! - he doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.

You find yourself relaxing into the mattress. Stupidly, you think, maybe he won’t actually hurt me.

But you know better. He’s cruel, just in other ways than Valentino. Where Valentino likes to be very... physical with his abuse, Vox’s specialty is playing with your mind. He makes you think things that aren’t necessarily true. He puts thoughts and ideas in your head that you won’t be able to shake. He’ll drive you insane, slowly but surely.

“Now now, Voxxy,” Valentino snickers, “you can’t let it go to her head, either. Continue. I know how much you want this.”

“Acting like you don’t like it yourself,” Vox retorts, but squares his shoulders in a way that tells you the real deal is about to begin.

You swallow hard, looking up at Vox with something not unlike fear sloshing through your veins. But even as you’re apprehensive, you’re also... turned on, and when Vox grins down at you, you can’t tell if the heat in your face is from terror or delight.

“Oh, you know what you’re in for, and you’re still excited?”

You shake your head fervently.

“Oh, but I think you are,” Vox teases, and slides a claw through your folds, making you shout behind the gag. The touch is so unexpected, and it’s so good!

He does it again, and again, touching your cunt slowly, almost gently. After a few strokes, he retracts his hand up to his mouth. Watching him with rapt attention, you nearly moan when his long, slimy tongue lolls out between his teeth. It slithers between his fingers, and then he has the audacity to suck on the digits, making an incredibly lewd sound as he does so.

This does make you moan, and a shudder goes through you. Valentino laughs mockingly, but somehow, it feels very far away. It’s almost as if you can only focus on Vox. Your eyes are wide, your focus only on him as he continues to clean his fingers of your slick.

“Imagine that tongue elsewhere, huh, baby?” Valentino purrs, and you’re reminded of his tongue as well, and then you can’t stop thinking about both their tongues laving over you, slathering their saliva all over your writhing body. The thought gets another moan out of you.

“Oh baby,” Valentino mocks, “you’re so easy. No wonder you’re my favorite! Anything gets you going, huh?”

Vox lets go of his fingers with a lewd, wet sound, grinning down at you. Then, as he holds up his saliva-coated, dripping fingers, small arches of electricity begin jumping between them. Immediately, cold fear washes over you, and you whine in the back of your throat as you squirm and writhe again.

You shake your head violently when Vox moves his hand behind himself again and down between your legs.

“Mmmhhhh!” you whine, then jolt when his charged claws make contact with your slick folds. The pain is sharp and immediate. It makes your hips snap upwards without your mental input. Behind the gag, you howl, and you hate to admit that it’s a sound born out of pain and arousal.

“Oh, that’s a good sound,” Vox teases, and begins stroking your folds while still electro-stimulating you. You writhe desperately, not sure if you’re trying to get away from it, or press yourself against the crackling electricity. And frankly, you don’t care to know it, either.

“I’m starting to see what you mean, Val,” he continues in a low hum, teasing your labia. “She does make the prettiest noises.”

“Told ya, didn’t I?”

Vox grins again.

The teasing and stroking continue until you’ve gotten used to it. It’s now a constant, warm buzzing, and it’s making you breathe hard and fast. You dare to close your eyes slightly, and are surprised to feel tears slide down your cheeks.

“She used to it yet?” Valentino purrs. Immediately, your eyes snap open again, looking first to Valentino, and then back at Vox.

Vox hums affirmatively, and Valentino’s next words strike cold fear straight through your heart.

“Good. Then how about you increase the voltage, hmm?”

“You got it,” Vox grins, and he clearly gets off on the entire situation; his cock is rock hard and pressing against the front of his pants. Once more, you shake your head fervently, trying to kick and flail. The only things you get out of it are the chains rattling loudly and sore limbs.

A second later, he does ramp up the voltage, and you howl in pain. Yet, somehow, it’s not all pain. Under the sharp, warm, stinging electricity, there are the smoldering embers of pleasure in your chest.

Panting and heaving for air, you close your eyes. Vox laughs mockingly, but you keep your eyes firmly shut. You don’t need to look at him.

Valentino hisses, and you’ve heard his vast catalog of sounds enough that you know this is one of pleasure. He’s enjoying seeing you in pain. The thought should revolt you, it should make you hate him.

Yet, somehow, for some reason, you can’t help but be incredibly turned on.

You whimper again, pointing your toes and trying to kick your legs again.

“Aww, baby,” Valentino rasps, “that’s futile. I did those chains myself. And you know I won’t let a good whore like you escape.”

You look at him, and shouldn’t be surprised to see that he’s taken out his cock to touch himself. Yet, somehow, you are. You have no idea how long Vox has been torturing you, but it doesn’t feel like that long.

The sight of him pleasuring himself is oddly hypnotic. The way he pumps himself with one hand, holding his cigarette with another, and his last two resting casually on the back of the couch. He looks every bit like the pimp he is, and it’s infuriatingly hot.

His cock is massive between his long, slim fingers, and you hate that it makes you salivate around the gag. Spit trickles out between your lips and the silicone, dripping down your cheeks where it mixes with your tears.

Vox snickers, drawing your attention back to him.

“I think she wants your cock, Val. She’s drooling all over the pillow.”

You blush fiercely, knowing it isn’t true, but unable to protest.

The rustling of fabric reaches your ears. Valentino is getting up from the couch and marching towards you and Vox, his hips swaying sensually from side to side. You can’t help but watch, mesmerized.

“Well, if she’s so desperate,” Val cooes, grinning down at you once he stands by the edge of the bed, “then why don’t we give our little doll what she truly wants?”

They laugh in unison, and when they work together to untie you, you can’t even think to fight back. The loss of the current from Vox’s claws make an unpleasant, longing ache settle in your stomach.

You decide, in the quiet of your mind, that you’re not going to examine that.

You’re being manhandled so that your head hangs over the edge of the bed, between Valentino’s legs.

“Lift your head, darling, just like that, yes,” Valentino grunts. He strokes his own, golden claws through your hair in a way that’s deceptively soft and gentle. Vox is between your legs still. He hasn’t taken out his cock.

When Valentino finds the buckle on the back of your head, he pulls it open and removes the gag. You smack your lips, moaning softly. Your jaws ache, but you’re not about to say that.

“What do you say now, doll?”

“Thank you, daddy,” you croak, reaching a trembling hand up to stroke his cock. Valentino purrs.

“Good girl. Always so well-behaved! One would think you’re nothing but an obedient pet.”

A shudder goes through you, pulling a mewl from your mouth.

Valentino wastes no further time before he yanks your head back by your hair, and uses your subsequent yelp to push his cock into your mouth. Vox laughs at your gurgling moan, and spreads your legs wide. From this position, you can’t see him - a twinge of disappointment goes through you - but you can hear him undo his pants. The clinking of a belt being pulled open, the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Your mouth does water, and Valentino sighs in pleasure as the added fluid makes it better for him.

“If I didn’t know better, sugar, I’d think you were getting off on this,” he snickers, and seconds later, there are warm, firm hands fondling your breasts. You moan - the sound once more muffled - and close your eyes. He pushes his cock deep in your mouth and into your throat where it triggers your quite persistent gag reflex. Your throat contracts around him, and he groans loudly, gritting his teeth, but again, this is a sound of pleasure, nothing bad.

“Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby, your throat is always so fucking tight,” he hisses. His hands squeeze your breasts tightly, claws teasing and flicking your nipples. You whimper.

“Go on, Voxxy,” he says to Vox, “I’m sure she’s more than ready for you.”

Vox hisses as well, the sound sounding mechanic, and then he’s teasing his cock against your folds. You jolt, letting out a guttural moan, and squeeze the back of Valentino’s thighs tightly. He laughs.

“Oh yeah, she wants you,” he rasps and pinches your nipples harshly. You howl, digging your perfectly manicured nails into his purple skin. “Just fuck her, Vox, it’s on me.”

Vox groans in pleasure, and then his cock catches on your hole. You shudder, clenching in anticipation. His claws run down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before they grab onto your hips - and with one, simple, smooth thrust, he’s buried himself balls-deep inside you.

Your eyes open wide, but you can’t make a single sound; Valentino’s cock is lodged deep in your throat. Your cunt clenches tightly around Vox, and he groans in the back of his throat.

“Oh shit, she’s so fucking tight,” he grunts, and doesn’t hesitate to fuck you in earnest. He’s eager, and his thrusts jerk you slightly over the bed.

“I know,” Valentino purrs, “always so fucking tight, despite the amount of cocks she takes on the daily. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You whimper, and although the sound is muffled, it’s still loud enough to make both Vox and Valentino laugh.

“So desperate,” Valentino teases, while Vox goes for a simple, “Whore,” which, regrettably, makes you even wetter.

As you’re filled from both ends, your brain is steadily overpowered by the scent of the two Overlords using your body. It’s so heady and strong, permeating the air and penetrating your nostrils until it’s all you can smell and think about. Valentino takes a deep drag of his cigarette, and, blowing the smoke in your face, makes your already fuzzy brain even more muddled.

“You’re doing so well for us,” he murmurs, thrusting ruthlessly into your mouth and throat. Each thrust triggers your gag reflex and makes your stomach jump, but you’ve long since learned to control it so you don’t vomit all over your boss when he makes you deepthroat him.

Vox’s cock isn’t as big as Valentino’s, but it’s so much more textured. The veins criss-cross along his entire shaft, almost like wires in a piece of machinery, and they throb and pulse in such a delicious way. The head of his cock repeatedly forces you open. You tilt your hips a bit up and to the side, aiming for the spot inside you.

And fuck, it doesn’t take him long at all to slam against it.

The sudden impact makes pleasure explode in your chest. You cry out just when Valentino pulls back, and for a second, Valentino seems almost taken aback.

“Well, Voxxy,” he then snickers, “seems you found the good spot.”

“Indeed,” he purrs, and the fucking bastard keeps ramming against it! You whimper loudly, sticking out your tongue to swirl it around the head of Valentino’s cock. Valentino grins, looking down at you.

“Aww, look at you, baby! So desperate for my cock...”

“Please, daddy,” you whimper, your brain wonderfully empty at this point. You just know that you need Valentino’s cock, or you’ll surely die a horrible, second death!

“The begging suits you,” he grins, keeping his cock just out of reach of your tongue, no matter how much you stretch it or crane your neck. “Keep it up.”

You whine repeatedly, the sounds broken up by Vox fucking into you and hammering against the spot, relentless and clearly eager to see what’ll happen if he abuses it enough.

“Daddy, please, I need it!” Your voice is so shrill you barely recognize it.

“What do you need, exactly, babydoll?”

A shudder goes through you, and you clench around Vox, who groans and leans in over you, almost folding you in half. You howl in pleasure. His hands move to grab your thighs, his claws digging into the flesh.

“Your cock!” you all but cry, “I need your cock, daddy, please, please please please!”

Valentino laughs mockingly, stroking your hair.

“Aww, baby, I know you do,” he cooes. “But I feel like you can do better than that. In fact, I know you can do better. Show me why I pay you the big bucks.”

“But daddy,” you whimper, gasping with each of Vox’s merciless thrusts, “it’s so hard to focus! Please!”

“Aww, it’s hard to focus?” He strokes your cheek, making you shiver. “Just because you have a cock in your pretty, little cunt? Are you getting cock-drunk already, sweetheart? Is that it?”

Already? How long have they been fucking her, and fucking with her? She should receive an award for hanging on this long!

“Daddy, don’t be mean, please!”

“Oh for crying out loud,” Vox snarls, clearly breathless and winded, “just shut her up!”

“Her crying getting you off, hmm, Vox, baby?” Valentino snickers, teasing the head of his cock over your lips and making you whimper pathetically.

Vox doesn’t comment on that, but his cock throbs wonderfully hard, and you know he’s close. He’s drooling onto your chest, and the electricity is back in his claws. The arches jump between his fingers and your thighs, making you gasp.

“Sir, it--- it hurts!”

“Too fucking bad,” Vox growls, increasing the voltage and moving one hand between your legs to fondle your clit directly. The current of crackling electricity reaches your ears before you feel the zap against your clit, but when you do, you cry out and jolt sharply. Valentino even has to hold you down against the bed with two hands.

However, most curiously, the sudden pain and his repeated thrusts mean that warmth surges through you. Gathering in an aggressive, swirling maelstrom in your lower belly, the pleasure increases rapidly with each zap to your clit, until it’s simply too much.

“I’m gonna come! Please, please please please!” you whimper, your cunt already starting to contract rhythmically, when Valentino slams his cock back in your mouth, immediately fucking your throat raw and sore again.

“Come for us,” Vox and Val snarl in unison.

It’s a perfect, wonderful combination - Vox’s ruthless thrusts against your sensitive spot and his continuous electrocuting your clit, as well as Valentino fucking your throat - and that is what do you in.

The warmth and tension are released as you gush on Vox’s cock, squeezing your eyes tightly shut and trying desperately to suck off Valentino at the same time. However, you’re slightly preoccupied by the insane pleasure that courses through you as your orgasm overpowers you, and Valentino has to slap your cheek to make you focus.

“Focus, whore,” he snarls, but even he sounds out of breath as he continues to push into your throat over and over again, until he, too, is sent over the proverbial edge. He hisses loudly, and his wings flare open as he shoots his load down your throat and straight into your stomach. It’s so wonderfully warm and sticky! Your cunt clenches, and Vox is next to face his demise.

He coats your insides with his cum, his snarl a static buzzing, and the currents jumping between his claws intensify until you genuinely fear for your clit’s well-being.

For a long, long second, it seems nothing happens. Vox is pressed firmly against your ass, and Valentino against your face; both cocks throbbing hard as they deposit their seed inside you.

When they finally withdraw, you gasp, and subsequently almost choke on Valentino’s cum. Having cleared your throat so you can breathe normally, you look blearily at Valentino, then at Vox.

Vox looks a mess; his suit is slightly crumpled, and his antennas look almost fried. He’s stroking your thighs absently, every now and again sending a slight current through you, but it’s clearly not on purpose anymore. The light in his screen has faded, as if he’s only running on half the power he usually is.

Valentino already looks like nothing has happened, the only sign of anything having happened being his cock hanging out of his pants. However, he is still rock hard.

“You’ve made some pretty extreme pornos, babydoll,” he purrs, caressing your cheek, “and you seemed to enjoy this a great deal.”

You shiver with a weak mewl.

“I can’t wait to find the thing that will finally break you.”

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igglemouse · 8 months ago

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Simón had spent most of his time in Oasis Springs agonizing over Frida, after all, he was only here for her and although his mental had improved now that he was more away from the world of his past there was still the issue of her and what an issue it was.

He wanted to go to her, profess his love of her, make her understand that in the end, he couldn't be without her and show her that despite it all she, more than anyone else, had made him vulnerable.

But part of him knew it would be best to let her go. To stay away from her. After all, his life was misery and ill fortune, tying himself to her was sure to bring her down and after seeing how well she was doing for herself perhaps the only step forward was one without her.

So, Tuesday morning he talked with her father and asked what he should do. It was no surprise that the old man wanted him nowhere near his daughter. "You know how this ends for you, Simón, it ends tragically," her dad said. "And both of us have bought enough of that into her life."

Simón begrudgingly agreed but where did that leave him?

I think I've pretty much settled into Pascal's place I mean here I am once again making him breakfast but it really isn't official official, you know? I believe both of us wonder if this is all going too fast but who decides that really? Maybe, it's going at just the right pace?

Either way, I'm here cooking Oatmeal buttermilk pancakes, hoping this fits into his very strict diet.

I don't get too far into the preparation before he joins in and offers encouragement.

"You must be the perfect woman," he tells me and I can't help but to wink and smile his way. There's always a risk with him that it can turn into more. Eh, not a risk, a hope...but he does say he has a game today and so he needs to be very very focused for that.

That leaves me with plenty to do and before I could make a plan on what to do with my free time it is Irene who calls me and asks to come over. I met her at the food stand a day or so ago if you recall and I'm more than happy to get to know her better. I feel like out of all the people I've met I have the most in common with her and so I hope this is the start to a beautiful friendship.

Before she comes over I have time to make some ice cream and also mix some lemonade. Summer is coming up hard and fast here in Oasis Springs and you'd have to be stupid to find yourself outside without a cool drink or a handful of ice cream or something!

She strolls right up to the house after she hears me outside humming and making lemonade. I invite her to sit, thankful for the shade, and she's eager to jump right into a conversation about our shared hobby. Being chefs!

"I work at the Selva place, you know the one?"

I nod my head, once again thinking of Simón and the date we shared there and ummm, what happened after. Best not to think about that. "The food was really good! I plan on going back some day-"

"The boss is an ass but a loveable one," she says, joking. "Won't even hire anyone unless they have 'heritage' or whatever, which is silly but-"

"Oh? Is he hiring?" I say, pushing right past the red flag she had put before me and focusing on the opportunity. "Maybe he might be easier to deal with if you have a friend there to help you out?"

"Well, yes? Maybe? I think he might be. I could ask him for you but...like I mentioned, he's a bit of an ass! Be careful with him!"

I tell her I will and to go ahead and give him a good word for me. Who knows if I'll take the offer, who knows if I'll be offered, but I always consider an opportunity.

After that she talks a bit about my stand and how she is just a little jealous of it. "It's pretty bold," she says. "You're all on your own so if anything goes wrong, you are to blame. Takes a lot of courage."

"I guess...I felt like I had nothing to lose," I say, thinking about how she was right but when I started my stand I never thought of failure because I've lived through failure and tragedy and I've come out stronger. "You know it is fun, thinking about the recipes and all that and-"

"That's my dream you know? Having my own place..."

That is definitely a noble and respectable dream, one I think I share...

Irene has to go which of course leaves me home alone or...well, that's not technically my home but you know what I mean!

I could have sat there and watched television or something but instead decided to head to the gym. If Pascal is out playing a game with the team or whatever he's doing then I need to stay fit myself and what better way than yoga?

It was the perfect time for it too since there was no one else around.

And being at the gym meant it is likely that I run into Sara who I think was coming from her own light work out herself. She was super excited to see me and asked why I wasn't at home earlier. "Came to ask if you wanted to work out but you just arrived? What have you been up to?"

"I've been at Pascal's place," I come right out with it, watching her eyes grow big with excitement and demand.

"Oh! Wow! You HAVE to tell me about it!"

She drags me to one of the seats, sits across from me, and gives me a signal to go on. Looks like I have little option here but to indulge her need to know just a little bit although there isn't much for me to tell her. So, I just focus on the general feeling I have when it comes to him.

"He's simple, in a good way I mean. Keeps to himself, works out a lot, very focused on his career."

"See, see!" She says, referencing my conversation with her and Marjorie days ago. "Is it true? Is he trying to get transferred to Real Del Sol!?"

"Huh?" I have no idea what she's talking about.

"O-oh, just a rumor, Oasis FC you know, small team, respectable, but he's bound to outgrow them at this rate," she says nonchalantly. "Off to a bigger club to hopefully win championships and stuff. I just wondered if you'd have like the inside scoop-"

"Nooo," I'm shaking my head, regretting that I really know nothing at all about his career but I do know what that might mean for me, for us. "We don't talk much about fútbol honestly, it's not something he's mentioned."

"Hmm, I hope he doesn't go. As an OFC fan it'd suck to lose him."

"Yeah..." well, as his girlfriend it would suck too. I hope he doesn't go either but maybe it's just a rumor with nothing behind it? I'm just now getting to know him and if he were to go to another city would he ask me to come with?

Either way, right now I'll think nothing of it and enjoy the rest of my time at the gym.

Tomorrow is Summer Solstice and hopefully that means a pretty fun and eventful day. Let's hope at least!

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seravphs · 2 years ago

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — ZHONGLI X FEM READER

At what point had Zhongli, the man, begun to matter to you as much as Rex Lapis, the god?

wc — 3.2k

tags — reader is best friends with Ganyu and Keqing, Zhongli pretending to be playfully jealous of your respect for Ningguang, still dealing with the aftermath of Rex Lapis’ death, nongraphic violence, Zhongli being actually jealous when you meet an old friend, fatui being fatui

glossary | chapter 4 of This Is How We Mourn The Living

Before the sun rises the next day, Ganyu is already dealing with your regrets of the previous day. She’s a wonderful friend - even though she has no idea what has happened, she holds you through your incredulous self flagellation. “Ganyu,” you groan. “What have I done?”

“Care to fill me in?” Keqing asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“You’ll laugh at me,” you accuse.

“There’s no denying that, but,” she says, “you’ll feel better. Come on, let it all out.”

“Last night, Zhongli and I got tipsy at Third-Round Knockout-“

“Scandalous,” Ganyu interjects, her cheeks colored a light pink.

“And I accidentally got carried away and gave him one of my lectures.”

Keqing can’t help herself - she bursts out laughing.

“I knew it! I’m never telling you anything again. My only friend is Ganyu,” you wail, nuzzling further against your self-proclaimed only companion.

“Stop,” Keqing chokes out. “Oh, I can’t breathe. I need a minute. Okay, okay, I’ll be serious now. Does it really matter?”

Just like that, you turn on her. “Are you kidding me? Of course it matters! I lectured a god - our god! The oldest of the Seven and the wisest! He’s probably spent my entire lifetime studying some esoteric craft I couldn’t even hope to know about, and my puny mortal self thought I could educate him. Please, Keqing, end my misery.”

“Hm,” Ningguang says, and your spine straightens so quickly you hear it crack. No. Not Ningguang, your boss, and the person you look up to the most. You could deal with anyone but her overhearing your embarrassment. She waves off your frantic apologies as you scramble to your feet.

“In my limited experience with Mr. Zhongli, I think the two of you are quite similar.” There’s a twinkle in her eye you’re familiar with as the look she gets when she’s about to execute a particularly stunning political decision or business partnership, but you have no idea what it means in this particular situation.

“I’m sure he didn’t mind,” she says. “After all, he goes on similar tangents. I see by the look on your face that you’re familiar with what I mean. In that case, there’s no need to be so sulky about it,” she smiles, but still, you hide your face, thoroughly humiliated.

“No need to be shy about it, either. It’s quite cute. I’m sure someone else thinks so, as well,” she says, as her parting message. The Tianquan is always busy - it’s one of the things you admire about her the most.

“Why are you so dedicated to Rex Lapis?” Ganyu asks curiously.

“Aren’t we the same?” You reply, even more confused than she is. “Don’t you also feel it? Just being in his presence feels like some sort of weird compulsion has come over me.”

“No,” says Keqing. “I don’t feel it.”

Ganyu, as always, tries for a more diplomatic approach. “No, you’re-“ she winces, clearly trying to find a tactful way to word whatever bomb she’s about to drop on you. “You’re, ah, shall we say different? We’re all devoted to him but you seem to want to…”

“Die for him,” Keqing supplies. “Or live for him. Whichever one would make his life easier. It’s all very dramatic, and very like you, so I told Ganyu not to worry.” She laughs. “You’ve always been obsessive - first it was Ningguang, now it’s Zhongli. I wonder who it will be next?”

“Who will be what, next?” Says Zhongli behind you. Ganyu bows, much to his exasperation. Centuries of fighting alongside him have not managed to dim her undying respect. Keqing does not, but you see the tips of her ears turn a pretty pink.

You yourself are frozen in shock, the gears in your brain turning extra slowly as you connect his presence and the Yuhai Pavilion. They are two worlds you never saw colliding, even if logically, it was just a matter of time, now that he worked for the Qixing.

Zhongli’s face, as calm as ever, doesn’t match his words as he continues. “So I’m not special? I’m a little displeased, to be honest.”

Ganyu’s eyes are so wide there’s a strong chance they might pop out of her head. She’s half adepti, you reason. She could probably survive that. You couldn’t, however, so you needed to stop gaping and respond, but you can’t. You’re hoping that if you stay still enough, the ground will open underneath you and swallow you whole so you no longer have to deal with this entire situation.

Zhongli beats you to it. “No matter. I know you’re busy with other Qixing work, so I’ve prepared our visits for today in your stead. There are several merchants who are causing trouble for the Yuheng.”

Keqing sniffs. “It can hardly be called trouble. Annoyance is more like it.”

“Nevertheless, as you are far too busy to handle it, we will go.”

When you see the first name on the list, you groan out loud. Bolai is a suspicious merchant who, though he sells high quality products, you have always suspected of being a front for the black market. That’s not what has condemned him in your eyes though. After all, Liyue plays fast and loose with morals, as expected of the city of commerce.

As long as he avoided direct and irreversible harm to the rest of Liyue, and brought in trade, then you looked the other way. If not, well - there were plenty of merchants who had learned the hard way that the Qixing did not look kindly upon those who harmed their fellow citizens.

No, what irritated you about Bolai was his groveling. You hadn’t always been a member of the Qixing, and so he had ignored you the first few times you had encountered him. Only those of appropriate status, whether socially or intellectually, could approach him, and at the time, he had no way of knowing you would become either.

When you had met him as a member of the Qixing however, his tune had changed. Gone was the infuriating condescension, the sneers and constant questioning of whether you had to mora to purchase his wares (to be fair, you hadn’t). Instead, he was overly ingratiating.

He didn’t even remember who you were before, and that, more than anything, had earned him your ire. Yet here you were, standing before him with a bored look in your eyes as he prattled on about Rex Lapis. Such was the duty of a government servant, though Zhongli was thankfully more than willing to take the lead on this one.

Zhongli, it seemed, had earned Bolai’s respect long ago for his knowledge on esoteric arts. Now they were drawn into deep conversation, heads bowed over a sheet of paper, as they discussed porcelain glazes and the appropriate firing temperatures. Bolai even trusted him enough to show him his prized possession - a teapot stored behind his desk, only taken out for certain meetings.

“Zhongli-xiansheng,” he preened, “you absolutely must keep this a secret. Every citizen in Liyue would be after my head if they knew about the value of this simple earthen tea pot. You see,” his voice dropped into a whisper. “It was given to my family by Rex Lapis. I only take it out for special meetings that must go well - and every time, it works like a charm. He must have blessed us with luck. Just for you, I’ll let you have a taste.”

It seemed that every citizen in Liyue had a connection to Rex Lapis somehow. Many foreigners believed that the city was exaggerating it’s claims of divine intervention, but Liyue knew better. From the simple family businesses sequestered into hole in the wall establishments to the lords of commerce that worked out of lavish golden mansions, Rex Lapis governed them all with a gentle but stern hand.

Everyone with suitable ambition and dedication could find themselves the recipient of his benevolence. Indeed, some families passed down his blessings as heirlooms: pressed glaze lilies delivered from the claws of a dragon, the last mora left of a stash foretold in a dream, the shed scale of a great beast who had saved them from danger. Rex Lapis’ presence permeated all of Liyue.

It would not be soon forgotten.

As Bolai poured the tea, he sighed and turned his head away. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “I am just remembering that Rex Lapis no longer walks with us. This is all I will have left of him.”

He soon found another reason for his tears as an armed Millelith soldier burst into the store. One look at the man, splattered with blood, sent his customers scattering. “Just what is the meaning of this?" He snapped, but was completely ignored as the soldier, panting, turned to you.

“My lady, Captain Cheng requests reinforcements! There are treasure hoarders at the Guizhong Ballista and he fears it’s an organized attack. There’s too many of them - we thought it was just going to be a normal patrol. I don’t think we can hold them off for much longer!”

Bolai gasped and pressed his teacup to his forehead, hands clasped in prayer. “Rex Lapis deliver us. This would have never happened if he was still watching over us.”

You had no more time to wait around and listen to his babbling. “Zhongli-“

“I’m coming with you.”

“There’s no need-”

“I can still fight,” he insists. “And this is my city. I owe it.”

This is no time for arguing.

One soldier is propped up against the battlements, being guarded by another man, but the rest of the eighteen soldiers are making you proud. This particular regiment, including Captain Cheng, had been trained by you back when you had been in charge of new recruits.

It’s a light hazing ritual the Qixing do. They’re not the kind to force any kind of real harm on their newest members, but it’s one of the least desirable jobs. New soldiers are whiney and weak-willed. The hardest part of raising an army is always how difficult it is to discipline novices into a real fighting force. When an opportunity comes to push it onto some hapless initiate, they’re more than willing to do so, so it had been pushed on to you.

It had been annoying at first, but Captain Cheng's regiment had earned your respect. They had been some of your first trainees, so in a way, you feel like you've gone through the military together with them. Seeing their resilience in holding off a force that far outnumbered them makes you proud, but you’re still glad you got there when you did.

You find that Zhongli had sorely understated his abilities in saying, ‘I can still fight.’ Even with his skills restricted in his mortal form and holding back to avoid alerting the Millelith of his true identity, his first blow takes out an entire line of treasure hoarders, shaking them so badly that you can continue punching through the rest of their formation.

Standing behind him like this, you wonder what it would have been like 2,000 years ago, watching him fight the Archon War. You’re almost a little jealous of Ganyu, having been able to see him in his prime. The view of his broad back is comforting.

It’s a reminder that he will always be able to protect you. The defender of Liyue will never abandon his city. He is eternal. It makes you want to stand at his side all the more.

“Hold the line,” one treasure hoarder squeaks out, but he doesn’t sound very convincing, especially as Zhongli unleashes a wave of geo energy that petrifies the rest of his foot soldiers. Watching him fight, you realize that he can’t detach himself from Liyue, no matter the fact that he insists he’s no longer a god. When Liyue had need of him, he came running, as if he couldn’t help it.

There’s a rush of shame in you, too, all at once. Rex Lapis is retired, you remember, as much as you hate to admit it.

There’s a selfish part of you that’s holding onto Zhongli as the last living remnant of your god, but he’s not. It’s unfair to him to treat him like he is. You can’t ask him to fight your battles for you, as he always has.

Both of you, you realize, are still trapped in the old ways.

In front of you, Zhongli's spear arm falls. Then, he slumps to the side, falling. You barely get there in time to catch him.

Had he overdone it? Frantically, you grasp him around the waist, desperately trying to keep him up as you continue to bulldoze through your enemies, your own vision flickering in it’s little glass encasement on your hip. He’s working with you as best as he can, feet stumbling, but it still takes a little longer than you would like to dispatch the rest of their ranks.

“Zhongli,” you hiss, as soon as you have done enough for the Millelith to be able to take over. One treasure hoarder stares up at you in terror, a whisper of monster escaping his lips as he looks at you, but you shove his shoulder down with your foot. And stay down, is the unspoken message. You have more important things to take care of. “Are you alright?”

When he looks up, his gaze is completely clear. Of course - the Millelith were whispering already, about this unknown soldier with shocking capabilities. Zhongli is in retirement. This was the opposite of the low profile he had hoped to keep.

And, says the unwelcome voice in your head, this is your personal failing. If you were better at keeping Liyue safe, Zhongli would be able to live his life in peace.

But as guilty as you feel, there’s no time to indulge yourself, not when the soldiers are looking at you with curious eyes.

“Thank goodness you took that Unmoving Essential Oil I gave you before we got here,” you bluff, “though I’m sure it took a toll on you. I will personally reward you for your sacrifice. There will always be honor for those who love Liyue well. Millelith!”

They snap to attention for you. “I will be taking Mr. Zhongli back to the Yuhai Pavilion. Please, continue as you were. Rest assured that the Qixing will thoroughly investigate this matter.”

They don’t look reassured. What would Ningguang do? She’s always been the role model for you ever since you joined the Qixing. Then, another voice chimes in your head, with a thought you’ve never had before.

What would Zhongli do?

“Fear not,” you add, unsure if this is the right thing to say. “I am with you. No harm will come to you in the service of Liyue as long as I still live.”

At that, a tension goes out of the soldiers, stiff as trees in their armor and unyielding shoulders. They salute you. Captain Cheng comes up to grasp your hand.

“Thank you for coming, my lady,” he says, smiling so wide you can see his dimples. “You’re as good as I remember. Please, allow me to apologize for my gross incompetence. Can I make it up to you with a dinner at-”

Zhongli lets out a soft groan against your neck, breath coming in warm puffs that make you shiver.

“I’m so sorry Captain, I have to go. Feel free to send me a messenger with whatever you need to say,” you tell him, even as he narrows his eyes. He’s clearly not buying Zhongli’s act, and you wouldn’t either. Zhongli's overdoing it. You need to get him out of here.

You let go of him in a quiet section of the Qixing’s personal gardens, far away from prying eyes.

“Are you alright?” It comes out drier than you mean it too, but you’re not angry, just confused.

“They were looking at me suspiciously,” he says. “I thought it wise to get out of there as soon as possible, though I am sorry for cutting your conversation with the captain short. Do you know him?”

“A little,” you say. “Are you sure it’s not anything else? I need to investigate this further. If you’re not feeling up to it, I can ask someone to bring you back to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.”

“I’d rather stay with you,” he says, and that’s that.

There’s something you’ve been meaning to deal with for a long time, but haven’t been able to. In the light of recent events, that has changed.

Storming into Northland Bank, you demand an audience with the Fatui. They try to put you off, as they have before, but there’s a look in your eye that signals to them how different this is from every other time you’ve approached them before. You’re sick of their meddling in your city, and diplomatic immunity only goes so far.

Even so, they still do their best to work their way around your demands. All of their high ranking officials, the ones you usually deal with, are conveniently ‘out’. You’re stuck speaking to a random Fatui footsoldier whose insolence is starting to get on your nerves. When you’re finally granted a private room, you’re beyond ready to take these fools apart.

“We had nothing to do with it,” the masked man insists, spreading his hands. “You are being rather rude, my lady-”

That’s the final straw. You have been more than tolerant of the Fatui’s presence in your city, even after they had nearly flooded it, even after all of their missteps. You aren’t even accusing them of being behind the attack, which you had more than ample reason to, considering their long history of working with treasure hoarders and other unsavory individuals, as well as their previous crimes against your cities.

You were just asking for information that they weren’t giving it to you. On top of that, they had dropped some rather unsubtle hints of how this was Liyue’s fault for being incompetent, not their's, which infuriated you.

“Enough,” you had snapped at him venomously. “It is in your best interest to be mindful of yourself and your men in the future. I will have order in Liyue, and you are overstaying their welcome. Neither Lady Ningguang nor I will tolerate such uncivilized behavior for much longer.”

ou turn to leave but the man calls after you.

“Zhongli-xiansheng,” he says. You hadn’t realized he knew the man at your side, as he had given no sign of recognizing him until now. “He’s back in town.”

Zhongli shoots him a cold look, and the man falls silent. Strange.

As soon as you’re out of the Northland Bank, Zhongli says, casually, “I will have order?”

Your entire body seizes up, remembering who you’re with. You had thought you were safe - after all, you were with Zhongli, and the two of you had grown close enough to think that he might not mention it.

Only, you had forgotten that Zhongli was also Rex Lapis, the original speaker of the line you had delivered back there.

You’re trying to think of a way to excuse yourself - how humiliating - when he smiles. “I liked it. It was cute. Do you quote me often?”

It takes all of your mental strength to answer him and not run away, but finally, he relents and walks you back to your home. For a moment, the two of you just stand at the threshold, him unwilling to leave and you unwilling to go in.

The arch of the entrance is hung with wisteria flowers Keqing brought back for you on a trip to Inazuma, back when the country had still allowed visitors. It usually attracts geo crystalflies to your door, so it shines with a dim light even at night. One attaches itself to Zhongli, perching on his nose. He goes almost cross eyed trying to look at it.

Your laughter breaks the silence. A cool breeze stirs his hair, and he smiles at you fondly. The two of you part ways there, though when you turn back to close the door, you almost call out to him. You wanted to ask him if he’d like to stay. But it’s late, and instead, you turn the key.

#sera writes #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader

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sweet-hibiscus-mouthwash · 3 months ago

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I'm going to complain a little bit I think!

See. I get that I'm the "funny haha comedy relief little baby guy! Youngest little guy on the ship look at him go! Goofy lil fella!" And like. Yeah you are kinda right! I like being the funny little guy, I know I should've been at the club! And like, I love being the ~ray of sunshine~ as it were, in the game.

But can people please just not apply it to my death? Please? Like yeah, sure, to other people it's just a story and I get it, honestly I do. And I'm as big a fan of Among Us jokes about it as the next guy.

But sometimes it'd be nice to be seen as. You know. Serious! What, nobody thinks about the fact that I was having to deal with my mortality when I was hardly an actual adult by then? That I knew my mom would be destroyed by it? That there was a very real chance I'd die, in space, away from home, hungry, and scared, and lonely. Do none of you think about the fact that I was the first person to see Anya. I never really wanted to do the internship. If I was given the option, I'd have probably stayed home. And sure, once I was on the ship, I was stoked! Because "Wow I'm going to space". By then, it wasn't exactly the novelty it'd be now. But still. It was something new, and it was a chance to get something done, and once I got in the swing of it, it was pretty fun. But. You know. It still hurt me. I still felt pretty unhelpful the entire time. I was given food duty (as much as I could be given it, considering) because I was just that bad at my job. I never wanted to be a mechanic. Or an engineer. I don't know what I wanted to be. That's why I was there in the first place.

And even then. I always kind of feel like I was the most uh. "Unaffected", we'll say, by all of it. Even though I was pretty affected by it. I mean, here I am. Talking about it. But like. I don't know, that feeling doesn't sit well with being the fandom's designated Silly Boy. I always feel like I don't deserve to be as miserable as I tend to be. Or as angry as I was. Because "Oh well I wasn't assaulted like Anya or Curly. And I didn't have to mercy-kill anyone like Boss. So I should be fine, because nothing really bad happened to me!". But like. I had to climb in to a vent I knew had a high likelyhood of killing me, to try and save someone who was already dead. And I don't regret it, and God obviously I'm not blaming Anya for anything, Jesus. But it still happened, and I still died. Away from home, and my family, the only people who actually cared about me dead, dying, or my Boss. And my Boss had to put me out of my misery, you know? And I thank him for that. Better him than Jimmy, who would've let me bleed out on the floor. Haha.

And even from a creation standpoint, you guys are missing out on a lot of creative material lol! Like come on, how many other fandoms make the joyful cheery "comic relief" guy into the saddest motherfucker around? Do that here!

Just. Please. Some variety wouldn't kill you, you know?

#I swear I had a point when I started this. I don't know where it's gone #Something to be said about me venting about dying to a vent #🌺 auwgh

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lovecanbesostrange · 4 months ago

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I don't have a PS5, but there is still undying love for Silent Hill 2 in my heart, one of my absolute fav games ever, and thanks to everybody uploading playthroughs (without commentary), cinematic cuts, easter egg/reference lists, comparisons between original/remake and of course analysis up on YouTube. I almost feel like I played the remake myself. (Except I skipped some stuff, so I don't know all of the new puzzles, and I haven't seen all the new little collectibles. Focused on cutscenes, the new endings and stuff.)

People who hate Maria as a character are still red flags to me! I love her so much.

That woman is the poster child of Doomed by the Narrative. I want to hug her. And maybe smother her with a pillow to end her misery......................... I loved SH2 back in the day and I even bought the PC version so I could play the Born from a Wish DLC. That little extra and the existence of the Maria ending make the character of Maria such a walking tragedy - I cannot not love her for all her struggles. And omg the new interactions added! The way she slowly spirals into becoming more and more manipulative for her own survival, it's magnificent.

I know, my fav character isn't even technically real, but a manifestation. But if you play the DLC you can see she is a person. A very confused one, just dropped into the nightmare world that is this foggy town, who gets to talk to a guy behind a door "hey, do you believe in fate". And it doesn't matter what she thinks, because she has to deal with the fact that she is born out of James' psyche -- but Silent Hill makes her real! She is the more sexual, provocative version of Mary, but she cares about Laura's safety. She is lonely and clings to James, because that is her purpose. She is not allowed free will, she is sick and then she keeps fucking dying over and over again. Of course she becomes the last big boss, because from her POV there is nothing else to do, she doesn't want to die and go quietly into that good night. Who could blame her? And even if you get the Maria ending, when the final big bad is Mary turning -- well, tough shit, Maria gets to leave (because Silent Hill did in fact make her real), but the cough shows that she will follow Mary's long path of sickness. And oh boy, the way James tells her she'd better do something about that cough, it sounds so extra sinister. For James Leave is an actual good ending, the Maria ending also grants him a sorta prize (for not even dealing with his shit), but for Maria leaving is just walking away into her next inevitable death. That woman was born in a fridge to never leave it.

The voice acting in the original is a choice. I know that. It's meant to be weird, dreamlike, a bit off and all that added to the atmosphere back then. But I can't blame Bloober Team for going in a more realistic direction with the remake. And it does change some stuff, some readings. Just that last sentence alone... the way original Mary reads "you made me happy" is edged into my brain. The almost pause, the breaking of her voice, it's like a last "I forgive you, please remember there was good between us". And the new is short, to the point, a goodbye, with maybe less weight?? But it still breaks my heart.

They managed to make the In Water Ending even better and more heartbreaking? I was beside myself when we get to see James back in the car. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT THE BACKSEAT!!!!!! It was so great when we finally got to find out that Mary's body has always been in the car and in the remake they adress this so directly with the endings now. And the add something slighlty better than In Water with Stillness. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH To have something that is between Leave and In Water. Where he won't leave a happy man, not leave with Laura, but to also not kill himself, because Mary never wanted that for him and to have that difference in the ending be Mary talking to him in the car... it killed me!! The new emotional scars inflicted are glorious. Also it means James will be able to move on while still being broken. Not pushed over the edge, not healed. Still. He has to live with everything. He needs more time. Those extra scenes in the car really got to me.

And then there is Angela. First off all, fuck every of those incel outrage clickbait bastards. She is not meant to be sexy and desired. There is a whole ass character in this game representing lust, leave Angela alone! I have to be honest, even playing the game over and over back in the day, I somewhat kept forgetting her age, she always seemed older (which was intentional). She is fucking 19 and already went through so much shit and is riddled with trauma - she needs protection and especially from those type of man babies who complain about her character model now. Those assfaces don't give a shit about the plot and the art of the story, they want fap material and it shows. It's so disgusting. And damn, the voice actress gives it her all. The mirror scene is still heartbreaking and the stairwell... wow... I still believe James doesn't see the flames, that's why he comments on the heat. He still isn't fully synced up to her, but he is closer to her. And nothing can save her. She seems a little bit less erratic, but the way she goes from fear and disgust to a bit of rage and then despair again - it's all still there.

The funny thing is that I own two copies of SH2. Got the Director's Cut for PC, so I could play Born from a Wish and I have the Special Edition for PS2 that comes with the Making of DVD. Both feature the cover art with James' eyes. I don't even have a copy of the most known with Angela's face. Even though it meant so much that Angela was chosen for that. Her story that unfolds with a few scenes has such a big impact. But damn do I love the new cover art for the remake. That Mary gets her place in there. That blinding white background. Absolutely adore it. Would put that up as a poster. "In my restless dreams I see that town. Silent Hill." Those words will forever haunt me in the best way possible.

Akira Yamaoka's soundtrack has never left me over the years. I have a few tracks from 1-4 on my mp3 list in the car (nothing beats driving alone on empty streets at night and the randomizer decides it's time to play Promise or Not Tomorrow) and the songs with vocals by Mary Elizabeth McGlynn hit so extra hard (Your Rain is underrated, yes Room of Angel destroys your soul on a subatomic level, amzing, but Your Rain makes me want to scream into the void for five minutes straight). I'm so happy he returned for the remake OST as well, but I think I need to give that a few more go throughs. Especially because I didn't actually play this myself, so it hits different. Still remaking those as well was the right choice imho. Creating something entirely new would piss of old fans (could work for new ones of course), but just re-using the old would be too lazy, this remake offers new interpretations of known interactions, so give me a few more instruments, switch it up a little. It all does feel a bit more cinematical to me. Unhinged Betrayal has a far more epic vibe now.

For the record - Red Pyramid in SH2 is the motherfucking OG, the one that makes the most sense. But I do not hate how he was changed for the film or that he later came back in the game series and was altered. Iconic character design, works so well as a punisher/executioner all around. I'm okay to go with "James saw a picture of him on his first visit in town in the Historical Society and picked him that way". Tied to Silent Hill before that though. Sssssshhhhhh, it works. I can't invest energy to be upset about that.

#ramblings #videogames #Silent Hill 2 #I have had many many thoughts and feelings over this game for the past 20+ years #and just watching cutscenes and other people playing the remake brought so much back in the best possible way #Angela defender forever - Maria apologist at heart

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