#so I’m not taken seriously and nothing I say is scrutinized

[fideidefenswhore]

i’m whatever the opposite of ‘an acquired taste’ is.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, noncon, size/strength difference

gn reader

Thinking about breaking things off with your fuck friend 'cause you feel he's been catching feelings you have no intention of pitching...

“Why.” He asked, and the cross you’d made on your fingers in a wish to avoid the entire conversation untangled with a sigh.

“Please, don’t act dumb.” You groaned, exasperated and slightly irked. “You know why….” 

“No. Tell me.” He argued, and you sighed again in regret of your own common decency – wishing you’d taken the entire break-off over text instead, or at the very least taken the time to think about what you would say or do if and when he got this way. 

“You...”

You hesitated, taking a second to decide whether or not you really ought to voice it out loud – not because you had any doubts of it being true – but because the man in front of you was still very much a large brawny beefcake with temper issues no matter your sneaking suspicion that he saw you as something more than just a fuck friend.

“You’re getting too...” You continued, still scrambling for better words. Coming up short. “Clingy.”

He paused, his expression going from searching to a mix of offended and scrutinous.

“Clingy?” He repeated, forced disbelief a present factor in his tone. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who clings to me- screaming my name- begging me to cum inside you and-”

You cut his rant off with yet another sigh accompanied by a shake of your head. “That’s not what I mean by clingy. I’m sorry, I should have said emotional, and your comment just proved that.”

You folded your arms across your chest, watching him reel.

“Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. We’re done.” 

You left him on the sofa to go put your shoes back on – admonishing yourself for coming inside in the first place when you could have just as quickly done this on the doorstep and walked away.

“You're not going anywhere until we talk this through.” He followed, his stronger hand latching onto your upper arm in a grip that was unnecessarily harsh.

You didn’t really mind, though – it was his lack of charm that had charmed you to begin with – you only wished he’d remained that same savage he was and not gone all lovey-dovey soft on you.

“There's nothing to discuss.” You felt as though you were repeating yourself, getting more annoyed by the fact. “It was fun; now it isn't.” You underlined, looking back into his eyes, cringing when seeing the gloss of something that you really hoped wouldn’t amount to tears while you were still there.

“I'm gonna need more than that.” He said, the grip on your arm still kept firm with no inclination of letting up.

You didn’t really want things to get more awkward by asking him to let you go – feeling as though maintaining the position of strength was important so he not mistake your resolution.

He had a nasty habit of never taking you seriously.

“You’re being childish.” You stated.

“Childish?!”

His grip tightened with his outburst, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have your heart jump to your throat.

"Let go of me." Your voice had significantly diminished.

"You think you can tease me like this and then tell me to piss off?” He seethed, your arm aching in the bruising grip he had on it as he pulled you close until your face was an inch from his. “Think again."

Your breath thinned under his glare, and you felt nearly too stiff to do anything except stare back up at him in wait.

“Calm down.” You tried, but it seemed choice words were too little too late to save you.

“I am calm.” He hissed back into your face before pulling you back to the sofa.

Throwing you down on your back – you didn’t even have the time to gasp before he was on top of you.

“Get off me-” You whined, your hands shooting forth – trying with all your might to heave him off, but ultimately amounting to nothing more than a slight annoyance to the much larger man on top.

“It's all about sex with you, right? You want to have fun, right?” He said in a craze, and you cringed while he leaned down to graze your chest with chin-stubble and lips, whispering at your peachfuzz until goosebumps rose. “So let's have some fun.”

“Stop it – I said I don't want to anymore – I’m being serious.” You tried, once again – appealing to his reason.

But it would seem he was beyond reason…

“Oh? You're being serious?” He mocked with a sneer and a laugh. “You don't look it. If you want me to stop so badly, then stop me. Come on~ try a little harder. Show me how serious you are.”

You’re not sure why you took him up on the challenge, as you’d long known of your differences in build – how you posed as much of a threat as a bug in a mason jar...

But even a bug will try to escape still after the lid has been sealed.

“Come on~ you're not even trying~” He grossly crooned, smiling at your pitiful attempt at twisting him off with the useless help of your silly hands – how your much smaller body writhed beneath his weight and tried wriggling free.

Laughing dryly, he took your hands by the wrists and pinned them to the cushion beneath you. Sagging over you, his breath fanned your lips.

“What was I to you, huh?” He asked in a murmur, his face blank but his eyes swirling. “Just a toy?”

You were afraid to breathe, only keeping your gaze terror-wide of what he might do – still grasping to fathom how he’d even felt possessed enough to do this much – confused as to how you’d missed the signs while having not a single clue what more he was capable of.

“Guess now you're my toy, huh...” He muttered coldly.

And you just couldn’t help the whimper that it tore from you – finally understanding exactly what position you were in.

The disorienting knowing of what was soon to happen dawned on you mercilessly – and you completely broke under the hefty weight it had. 

“Oh? You’ gonna cry now?” He scoffed before hissing. “That's cute, seeing as I’m the one who’s had his heart stepped on.”

“S-stop it, get off me-” You cried, whole body shaking where you squirmed to no use nor end.

“Not so cold-hearted now, are yah, fuckin' bitch?” Was all he had to say while leaning into where thick streams of tears rapidly ran down your cheeks in stingy streaks. “You scared?” He whispered in licks at your ear. “Gonna start begging, hm?”

You only shook – eyes squeezed tightly to a close.

“Nah…” His tone scraped, similar to how the shaven stubble on his chin scratched lightly against your neck as he started placing small kisses there despite your whines. “'Cause you want this too. I know you do.” He insisted. “You're just scared I'll break your little heart at some point.”

You’re breath hitched as his hands parted with its twin – leaving it to keep your wrists pinned by itself as the other one traveled down between your bodies to undo your zipper.

You wanted to say something, but you were too scared to – listening to him and his lovesick speech – full of so many things you feared could trigger much sicker things.

“But I promise you that no one’s heart is gonna break here.” He vowed, still with his lips pressed wetly against your throat. “Not yours or mine.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo

HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Isagi

AOT – Eren

[scrollonso]

Watch It — Pedroscar

"Not fucking happening."

Pedro chuckled, glancing at Oscar. "Hey, watch the language. No cuss words, remember?"

Oscar rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Seriously, Pedro? You’re really gonna nag me about that right now?"

Pedro shrugged, still in a lighthearted mood. "Just keeping you in check."

Oscar huffed, folding his arms. "Maybe you should worry about something else for once."

Pedro’s expression shifted, the joking tone fading. "Osc, what’s with the attitude?"

Oscar glared back at him. "Why the hell do you care? Just drop it."

Pedro’s voice grew firmer. "I’m not going to just drop it. What’s going on with you?"

Oscar clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.

Pedro stepped a little closer, his tone serious now. "Watch your mouth, okay?"

Oscar stared at Pedro, the tension between them thick. "Fuck off"

And then Pedro knew exactly what Oscar was doing.

He stepped forward, crowding right into Oscar's space and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back so the Aussie was kneeling slightly, having to look at him as he towered over his boyfriend.

"Do as I fucking say, Oscar," he said, voice dangerously low.

Oscar stared back up at him, defiant expression betrayed by the clear excitement in his eyes. "Make me."

"Nasty little thing," he spat, pulling harshly on Oscar's hair again and leaning down over him. "Listen, because I'm only going to say this once. I'm going to go speak to Zak Brown, since you've given up your only chance to act right, and you are going to take your ass home, undress except your boxers, and you're going to wait for me like that. And you are not to touch yourself, and you know that I will know if you have, you fucking hear me?"

Oscar visibly shivered at the hard edge in Pedro's voice. "Fine."

"Can I say- " Pedro put a hand at the base of Oscar's throat, a shadow of a hold with just enough pressure that he could tell the driver was getting wet in his trousers over it. "Do as I say. Go."

He let go of Oscar's hair and neck at the same time, unable to resist the urge to give him a sharp little spank as he turned to walk away. Oscar glared at him, feigning indignation, and stalked out of the room, leaving Pedro alone with his now extremely tight trousers to think over exactly how he was going to put Oscar in his place when he got home. The Aussie was going to enjoy this more than he would community service.

Half an hour later, Oscar was laid out on their bed exactly as Pedro had told him to be, wearing nothing but Pedro's favorite pair of boxer briefs that Oscar had stolen out of his drawer just for this occasion, knowing that having taken something of Pedro's without asking would be extra cause for punishment.

He rubbed at himself impatiently through the fabric, his thoughts on how Pedro would react once he got home — how rough the Spaniard would hopefully be with him considering how he was acting.

Oscar closed his eyes and sighed; he was hard and dripping wet, leaving a spot he knew Pedro would see as soon as he looked at them when he got home. He'd been dying for this since the day they'd talked about doing it and had decided that morning that he couldn't wait any longer. A flutter of anticipation rippled through him just knowing he had broken rules — serious or not — on purpose and that he was about to get caught and punished for it. He rubbed himself a little harder, just to make sure the wet spot would be nice and visible.

After what felt like hours — but was only about ten more minutes — he heard Pedro's keys scraping in the lock and the front door opening. He sat up on the bed, trying to arrange himself to look both sexy and defiant.

He settled for leaning back against the pillows with his legs closed and bent to one side, hiding the damp spot he knew had appeared by now.

Pedro was apparently feeling just as impatient as he was, as he was quickly striding into the room, boots and jacket still on.

He looked Oscar up and down, gaze both scrutinizing and hungry. "Why're you sitting like that? What're you hiding?" He said, eyes focused on Oscar's crotch as he quickly pulled his — Oscar's — jacket off. "Couldn't stay out of my drawers either; nasty. You've been wearin' those all day, haven't you? Just takin' my things without asking?"

Oscad pulled his bitchiest face and refused to say anything, throbbing as Pedro pulled his boots off, sacrificing grace for speed. "Disobedient. Spread your legs."

Oscar huffed a sigh, keeping his legs together as he extended them back out in front of himself.

"That wasn't a suggestion, Piastri," Pedro said, standing firmly at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. "Legs. Open. Now"

Oscar's expression flickered as he felt a flare of deep-seated desire to be punished and finally, bitchy face back in place, he spread his legs out wide, putting the wet spot he'd intentionally rubbed into the fabric on display.

"Called you disobedient too soon," Pedro said, walking around one side of the bed and bending over him to look more closely at it. He pressed a firm hand onto the inside of Oscar's thigh to hold him open wider, using his other to touch the wet spot, shaking his head.

"Little brat can't keep his hands to himself, gonna have to restrain them for him," he said, opening up the drawer of the beside table and pulling out a small box.

Oscar held his breath as Pedro took the lid off; they'd ordered this together but he'd promised not to look until they were using it. He let out a breath and felt himself pulsate as Pedro took out the black leather collar, thick silver chain, and two leather cuffs held together by a thinner chain.

Pedro picked up the collar and inspected it for a moment, looking down at it with enormous smugness before flicking his eyes up to Oscar. "On," he said, turning it so that Oscar could see the back, which in large gold metal letters read 'Pedro's.'

Using all of his self control not to moan like a whore at being told to put on a collar with his boyfriend's name on it, Oscar stared right back at Pedro as he took the leather and placed it around his neck.

"Thats fucking right," Pedro said, self-satisfaction dripping off every syllable like molasses. He grabbed each ring at the end of the collar and jerked Oscar forward with them. "Now put the chain in," he said, nodding at the thick chain on the bed between them.

"Hmph," Oscar spat as if he didn't want to. He kept staring defiantly up at him as he picked the chain up, fumbling slightly as he threaded it through the two metal rings, leaving each end to dangle freely.

Pedro released the collar, trailing his fingers down either side of the chain and taking each of the clasps in one hand as he reached the bottom. He stared Oscar down for a silent moment before giving the chain a short, sharp tug, forcing the collar to tighten.

Oscar couldn't help it, he gasped at the sudden light pressure around his throat, throbbing at the feeling of giving Pedro so much control over him. He let out just a hint of a whine when Pedro hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his head further up while he looked down his nose at him.

"Begging to be broken," he said, accent infecting his words in the way that never failed to get Oscar soaking in his pants. He loosened his grip on the chain as he picked up the cuffs, letting them hang off one finger and holding them out to Oscar. "On."

Oscar hesitated for a second before snatching the cuffs up, the thin chain connecting them just long enough that he was able to get them both on himself. His breaths came quick and shallow as Pedro took his time clipping each end of the heavier chain onto one of the handcuffs, securing them so that any downward pull of Oscar's hands would force the collar tighter around his throat.

"There we go," he said, pulling at the section of the chain at the collar, loosening it while forcing Pedro's hands up towards his neck. "Restrained like you fucking deserve. Come sit on the edge of the mattress."

With a huff and an eye roll, Oscar scooted to the edge of the bed, holding his hands stiffly in front of his chest to keep the collar loose. He kept his face carefully arranged in a careless sneer while Pedro reached back into the still open drawer and pulled out a curved, purple vibrator with a magnet on the back. It was about two and a half inches long, like a flattened out crescent moon, and Oscar knew exactly what Pedro was going to do with it.

"Spread your legs," Pedro instructed, knocking one of Oscar's knees to the side with his own to make a point. The boy did as he was told, looking up at his boyfriend impatiently.

Pedro took his time disconnecting the magnet from the back of the vibrator, unnecessarily fidgeting with it for an extra moment before taking the toy between his first two fingers and slipping it beneath the waistband of the red boxers, chuckling when Oscar squirmed as the still-off toy rubbed along his dick. "Yeah, impatient for it, aren't you, amor?" He taunted, getting it into place and sticking the magnet on the outside of the panties to hold the toy in place. "Trust me, you got a lot more waiting to do."

"Says you," Oscar spat, hips wriggling a bit despite himself at the new friction of the toy.

Pedro slowly leaned forward until his lips were hovering over Oscar's, placing a finger on the thin chain connecting the soft handcuffs and gently pushing it down, giving Oscar just a little bit of pressure around his throat again. "Yes, Piastri," he said, all confidence and surety. "Says. Me."

Oscar let out the smallest hint of a whine; he absolutely refused to break this early on.

Pedro breathed a laugh. "That's right, good and ready to be punished. Nasty thing." He leaned back, picking up the small clicker control for the vibrator. "You'll get what you deserve when I say so."

Oscar feigned a small struggle against his restraints, impatient and acting like he wanted to take control back from Pedro.

"You alright?" Pedro said, giving Oscar a more meaningful look.

Oscar nodded, face open and sincere. "Yes, definitely."

Pedro nodded back, holding the control for the vibe up. "Good," he said, giving the button a slow, purposeful click.

Oscar lurched forward and curled in on himself a bit; the stimulation was practically heaven after waiting for so long but fuck this was the lowest speed and they were only just getting started -

"Feels good, does it, amor?" Oscar tried to clamp his legs shut to force the toy up against himself harder but Pedro quickly moved between them, keeping them open. "Answer me, Piastri."

Oscar squirmed again, desperately rocking his hips forward to chase further friction. "Yes," he admitted, still doing his best to look defiant and like he wasn't enjoying himself too much.

"Yes, what?" Pedro prompted.

Oscar stayed silent for a beat, pushing the boundary of what if would take for more punishment.

Pedro held up the clicker again, this time as a warning. "Oscar."

"Yes, sir," Oscar said, practically spitting out the honorific as if it meant nothing to him.

"Better," Pedro said, lowering the clicker and setting it down on the bed. "Think I'll take my shirt off, hm? Bit hot in here."

Oscar watched hungrily as his boyfriend made a small production of slowly untucking his t shirt and pulling it up and off over his head, tossing it carelessly over towards the clothes hamper. "Lovely when you listen," he said, putting a finger until Oscar's chin to tilt his face up, "now I wanna see you work harder. Get yourself there for me."

"Hmph," Oscar huffed, face recalcitrant even as he did as he was told, trying to angle his hips downward to push it against himself harder.

"Good lad," he said, picking up the control again and with another click upping the speed, giving a small smile when Oscar's whole body jolted at the sudden change, hips stuttering while he smeared slick deeper into the fabric of the briefs and all over the singular ridge in the center of the vibrator.

Pedro just kept staring down his nose at him, forcing his chin up, calmly watching as his brat did exactly as he was instructed to, slipping closer and closer, hands squeezed tightly into fists still held stiffly at his pecs, collar loose around his throat. Oscar felt it coming on already; he was far more worked up than usual from the build up of being allowed to act out and knowing he would be punished for it -

"Tell me when you get close," Pedro said, cocking his head slightly to the side as he considered Oscar.

"F- fuck, I'm- I'm fucking close, you- "

With a quick raise of his hand and click of the remote Pedro shut the vibrator off. "Stop," he demanded, pulling his hand out from under Oscar's chin. The Aussie let out a loud, indignant whine, hunching forward again as he throbbed at the abrupt end to the sensation.

"Look at me," Pedro said, unbothered by Oscar's irritation.

When he saw the older man's head turn further away he knew only one thing would make him listen.

SLAP.

It practically echoed through their bedroom, the first thing he noticed on Oscar's face as he looked up was the deep red mark already lingering on his skin

"See, was that so fucking hard, bitch?" He started undoing his pants, taking a step back from the edge of the bed and the taller man. "On your knees."

Oscar took his time shuffling forward, distracted by Pedro's newly exposed bulge, and apparently that was too slow for his boyfriend, who used one fluid motion to hook his finger around the chain between the cuffs again and give it a short, sharp yank.

Oscar moaned loudly at the sudden constricting of the collar around his throat, eyes fluttering shut at the medium pressure.

"Oh that feels good, doesn't it sweetheart," Pedro said, leaning forward so that his smirk was hovering right over the gasps slipping out between Oscar's lips. "Yeah, I know what you need. You can have it if you learn how to behave like a good boy and take your punishment. What do you say? How bad do you wanna suck me off?"

He let up on the cuffs to make sure Oscar could speak comfortably. "I- I wan' it," he said, defiance in his voice weakened to a mildly protesting tone.

"How badly, amor?" Pedro let go of the cuffs entirely to put his fingertips back under Oscar's chin, softly sliding his hand down the front of his throat to toy with the slack of the heavier chain in the collar. He loved feeling larger than Oscar who — in every way — was larger than Pedro. "Good boys use their words and ask for what they want."

"I- I want it," Oscar repeated, "I want it and I want it now."

Pedro shook his head. "I'd hardly call that askin' nicely; try again, baby."

Oscar bit back a moan as he slowly pulled on the thicker chain, getting just enough tension that his bound hands started to move up towards his collar bones and the collar pulled him forward. "I want it now- sir," he whined, a mix of demanding and needy.

"Better," Pedro said. "Not perfect, but we'll get you there. Now do as I said, on your knees. Since you want it so bad," he taunted.

Glaring up at him, Oscar did as he was told and dropped off the edge of the bed onto his knees, licking his lower lip as his eyes flicked between Pedro's face and the tent his erection was making in his boxers.

"Sweet," the Spaniard teased, running his fingers through Pedro's hair. "See, you know how to behave."

"Ugh," Oscar huffed and rolled his eyes. Pedro's fingers tightened hard in his hair and brought his face forward to practically smash into his clothed hard on; Oscar moaned and opened his mouth immediately, dampening the fabric with a long, hard lick over the underside of Pedro's dick.

"Bad boy, talking back," Pedro chastised, "gonna have to fuck that rude little mouth of yours to teach you some manners."

Oscar moaned shamelessly into Pedro's cock, still mouthing at it like a popsicle through his pants; he'd been dying for Pedro's dick down his throat all day.

"Pull them down," Pedro demanded, yanking Oscar back by the hair. The older man let out a hard exhale of pleasure as his scalp burned from having his hair pulled so hard.

He reached up and pulled down Pedro's underwear, practically drooling at how heavy his cock hung in front of his face, leaning forward with an open mouth but finding himself being tugged sharply backwards by the hair again.

"What do we say when we want something?"

"Fucking give me-"

Oscar gasped and almost gagged when Pedro jammed his free thumb into his mouth and pressed down hard on his tongue. "Try again."

"Hnnggghhhhhh," Oscar whined around the hand prying his mouth open, looking up at his boyfriend with something hovering between bitchy irritation and genuine pleading.

"I said, try. again," Pedro said, forcing his head back by the hair until Oscar was looking directly up at him.

Oscar gave his first pout of the night. "Hhhleaahhhh?" he managed around Pedro's thumb.

"One more time for us, love," Pedro said, letting up on Oscar's tongue to let him talk more easily.

Oscar paused. "Pleathze?" he said more clearly.

"Much better," Pedro praised. Keeping Oscar's mouth held open for another moment, he pulled him forward and, one hand still tight in his hair, fucked almost his entire length into Oscar's mouth.

Oscar took every inch with greedy enthusiasm, straining forward further to try and get it further back into this throat.

The grip on his hair tightened, pulling hard on his scalp, and Pedro pulled his hips back ever so slightly. "You'll get more if you keep acting right," he said calmly, death grip holding his boyfriend's head in place as he started slowly fucking in and out of his mouth. "This is enough for now."

Even after as long as they'd been together Oscar still had to fight not to gag on just how big Pedro was; he was only three quarters of the way in but his tip still teased just down Oscar's throat on every thrust.

"Nice and quiet now," his boyfriend hummed. "Let's see how well you hold together for me with a bit more from my briefs."

Oscar's composure slipped as Pedro clicked the vibrator back on, gagging on his cock. Pedro took the opportunity to fuck further into his face, tip slipping all the way back until the end of Oscar's nose was just barely touching his bush.

"Good fucking boy," Pedro growled, "gonna fuck your throat harder 'til you've learned your lesson about mouthing off at me, sí? You ready for it?"

Oscad tried to reach out to grab at Pedro's thighs but was stopped by the chain tightening the collar around his throat, moaning at the tightness combined with half-choking on Pedro's dick.

"Trying to choke yourself, hm?" Pedro asked, pulling all the way out and forcing Oscar's hands back up to loosen the collar again. "Good boys ask their daddies permission first. Be a good boy now."

Heaving a few breaths at suddenly being able to breathe again, Pedro's hips jerked and he squeezed his thighs shut to force the vibrator up harder onto his dick. He took one last deep breath to try and steady himself.

"Please," he finally said, voice a bit thin from the way the younger mans cock had been shoved down it.

"Please what?" Pedro said, lazily stroking himself and holding up the vibrator control again.

"Please daddy," Oscar said quickly, not wanting the toy to shut off yet. "Please daddy let me choke myself a little."

"Aw, there he is," Pedro said. He patted Oscar twice on the cheek, making the boy scowl and harrumph. "Asking like a sweetheart. Just be careful, ey?" He loosened his grip on Oscar's hair for a moment. "You remember the sign for stop?"

Oscar nodded and held both his hands up, palms towards Pedro's legs, and closed his fingers into a full-hand pinch.

"Good," Pedro nodded. "Now open up."

No sooner did Oscar open his mouth back up than Pedro was ramming back in, this time fucking fast and hard to the hilt, quickly setting a punishing pace as he used his boyfriend's mouth.

"Take it baby, just like that," he said, fisting Oscar's hair hard again and exhaling sharply every time he slipped back into his throat. "And don't you fucking dare cum, I know you get off on having your throat used like this."

He grunted at the way Oscar's whining made his mouth vibrate around his cock: "That's right, feels fucking incredible; little bitch getting punished like he fucking deserves."

Oscar started to whine harder and louder as he got closer to cumming, pulling the collar just tight enough on his throat that he could feel the added pressure just barely restricting his breathing. Pedro felt himself throb hard watching Oscar's eyelids fall shut while he squirmed against the toy between his legs, fuck they were both close from enjoying this so much, fuck-

Oscar cried out again when Pedro suddenly pulled back out of his mouth, cock angry and rock solid and dripping with Oscar's saliva, and quickly clicked the vibrator off.

"Up on the bed," Pedro demanded, tugging on the heavy chain at Oscar's throat. "On your back for me, now."

Pouting, Oscar did as he was told and hurried up onto the bed, lying back against the pillows and looking furiously distraught. "Come on, I've been good enough, how much longer are you going to keep-"

"Enough." Pedro practically ripped the boxers that Oscar had made a sopping wet mess of off of him, pulled the vibrator off, and quickly stuffed them into Oscar's mouth as a makeshift gag.

"You can have that out when you're ready to stop talkin' back," Pedro said, shoving his own pants down to his knees as he climbed on top of his boyfriend, betraying how eager he was to keep going. "Gonna fuck this sweet little hole til you're beggin' me to let you get off."

Oscar was so slippery and wet from being edged so hard that the shorter man had no issue slipping inside him, getting halfway in on the first stroke. He let out an animalistic moan as he pulled out and thrust back in harder, grabbing his little toy by the hips for leverage as he bullied his way in, deeper and deeper.

"Gonna take every fuckin' inch of me," Pedro growled, watching as Oscar's cuffed hands bounced on his chest and his eyes rolled back, groaning deep and hard around the makeshift gag. "That's right; know how to act right once you're on your back with your legs open, hm? Ready to tell me you're done bein' a brat yet?"

"Mmm- mm-mmm," Oscar hummed out a protest, shaking his head no for extra emphasis.

"Nasty," Pedro chided. "Not to worry, I'll fuck that attitude all the way outta you."

Oscar's eyebrows contracted up hard as Pedro hoisted him up by the waist so that his ass was just hovering off the bed, wrapping his legs tightly around his boyfriend.

Pedro bent further over him, caging him in with his arms and pounding him so hard that the room was full of nothing but the lewd slapping of their skin, their heavy breaths and groans of pleasure drowned out by the ruthless fucking Oscar was getting.

"Hmmmph- hmmm," Oscar whined, tapping up on Pedro's chest.

The pre-arranged signal was promptly recognized; Pedro propped himself up on one arm and thrust all the way in again, grinding deep and hard until Oscar was twitching and gasping around the underwear again.

"Ready to tell me you're done talkin' back?" Pedro asked, running a finger over Oscar's lower lip.

Oscar nodded and whined, looking all too ready to give in.

"One more, hm?" Pedro reached down and put his fingers over Oscar's cock, waiting for the other's approval.

Oscar gave him a meaningful nod and Pedro started rubbing hard circles over his erection, twitching as Oscar clenched around him as he got closer and closer-

Pedro ripped his hand away when he could feel that Oscar was right on the precipice, savouring the almost tortured moan he let out and the denial.

He gently took the panties with one hand and slowly pulled them out of Oscar's mouth. "Say it."

"I... fu- god," Oscar struggled to catch his breath. "I'm done, I won't-"

"Come now, say it proper," Pedro said, tossing the panties to the side and grinding deep and hard up against Oscar as a punishing distraction. "Say, 'I won't talk back to daddy anymore.'"

"I won't- I won't talk back to daddy anymore," Oscar repeated, hips jerking desperately as he fought for more friction on his cock. "Please, I- I promise I won't talk back to daddy again, I promise-"

"Now that's a good fuckin' boy," Pedro said, "and good boys who don't talk back are allowed to get off."

The air was punched out of Oscar's lungs as Pedro started fucking him mercilessly again, yanking him up by the heavy chain at his throat so they were nose to nose. "Come on baby, say it, say it loud," he breathed, "tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"Y- you, you it- fu... yours," Oscar gasped out. "It's yours, GOD, YOURS- "

"That's fuckin' right it is," Pedro said, voice low and gravelly. "Wanna feel it cum for me, wanna feel you cum on me, come on baby get off for me now, right fuckin' now, wanna feel it-"

He was cut off by Oscar arching off the bed until only his shoulders and ass were still on it, tense and shaking while he came, eyes squeezed shut and choking on his own breath. Pedro dropped the chain and seated himself balls deep to grind up against his dick through it, trying to last until Oscar was finished.

"Please... please come inside daddy," Oscar said weakly as he started to come down. "Inside, please-"

That was all it took to tip Pedro over the edge: the sight of Oscar on his back, face flushed, eyes hazy, begging for his cum, bound in a collar with his name on it-

"Shit- shitshitshit-"

He barely managed to keep himself propped up as he spilled into Oscar's hole, chest heaving as he pushed their hips together as tightly as possible, wanting to make sure none of it leaked back out.

Oscar pressed his hands against his boyfriend's chest as much as he could with them still bound, watching his face while he finished deep inside him, wanting to commit to every last second of this to memory.

He waited until Pedro's body started to relax, watching him slowly blink his eyes back open, and reached up and put his hands on either side of Pedro's neck, pulling him down for a breathless kiss.

They stayed like that a moment, Oscar just kissing all over Pedro's lips and cheeks while the man struggled to catch his breath again. "It's okay, Osc," Pedro finally managed. "You don't have to-"

"I want to," Oscar said, unable to hold back any longer. "I want to, Pedro."

Pedro lowered his bodyweight onto Oscar at the words, covering him like a living weighted blanket. He used a hand to help open one of the cuffs to let Oscar's hands free, blinking as Oscar hurried to do the other on his own. He took the clip of the heavier chain himself, making Pedro slow down while he carefully undid the clasp and gently pulled it out through the collar.

Pedro found himself again watching Oscar's face, painted with care and concern and love as he eased the chain out and set the restraints off to the side.

Oscar put his unbound hands up on Pedro's cheeks, pulling him down for a real kiss, slow and soft. He hummed as he felt Pedro relax into him further, the deep pressure and shared heat grounding him in the present.

He let Pedro pull back after a moment, rubbing his thumb along one of his boyfriend's cheekbones.

"How're you feeling, amor?" Pedro asked him, leaning into the touch.

"Hm," Oscar said, almost amused by the question. "Very happy to be here with you." Pedro smiled back at him, closing his eyes as Oscar's fingertips traced over top his buzzcut. "How are you feeling?"

"Just... wanted to make sure it was what you wanted," Pedro said, once again looking at him with a tinge of concern.

Oscar pressed another soft, reassuring kiss to Pedro's lips. "It was perfect," he said softly. "That was exactly what I wanted. Was it what you wanted?"

Pedro pulled him ever closer, face pressed into the side of Oscar's neck. " 'nd more," he murmured against the beat of Oscar's heart in his throat. "You're incredible."

Wrapping his arms and legs tightly around his boyfriend, Oscar let him lie like that for a bit, chests rising and falling in a complimentary opposite pattern, until Pedro finally said: "What d'you think, shower? Bath? Want me to just clean you up here?"

"Shower," Oscar said right away. That was the only thing that hadn't firmly settled on with this plan, but now Oscar was aching for that type of intimacy. "Long as you're up for it."

Pedro lifted his head for another soft, loving kiss. "Absolutely."

Ten minutes later, Oscar was stepping into the shower that Pedro had insisted on warming up for him, not letting him get a word out before he was leaning into him and burrowing his head into Pedro's shoulder.

Pedro chuckled at the unexpected affection, pressing a kiss to Oscar's rapidly dampening temple as he started slowly massaging soap into his skin.

Oscar was extremely particular about what brand of soap he used where Pedro couldn't care less, so their bathroom was always kept well stocked with the 3-for-five packaging-free lavender soap that Oscar liked.

He inhaled the scent, calming and reassuring in its familiarity, while his boyfriend slowly cleaned him, top to bottom, inch by careful inch until he moved to set the bar down and wash himself-

"Please let me."

Pedro paused for a beat and then brought the soap back to place it in Oscar's waiting hand.

He kissed Pedro's scruffy cheek as he took it. "Gracias."

Pedro slowly relaxed under Oscar's touch, and although the boy moved a bit faster than he had, he was no less loving and his touches were no less treasured by Pedro than the Spaniard's own were by Oscar.

They spent a bit longer in the shower, Pedro making sure every little smudge and speck was gone, but not long after they were cuddled in bed, warm and quiet, Pedro gently massaging over where the cuffs had been on Oscar's wrists.

"They really were comfortable," Oscar remarked honestly. "The collar too; I'm almost surprised."

"Looked incredible on you," Pedro complimented him, kissing the back of one of his hands. "All of it. Fucking gorgeous with my name around your neck like that."

Oscar almost giggled as Pedro pulled him in to spoon him closer, kissing the side of his neck. "Pedro?" The Spaniard hummed "Can I swear again?" Oscar asked quietly.

Pedro gave one last gentle, sleepy kiss to the corner of Oscar's jaw. "Only if you do community service."

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 3

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (3.3k), Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes) 

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Warnings: pg13, the bickering continues

↠ A/N: For those curious on how Jin says Yoongi's name, please reference this video here.

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, August 8 (series masterpost here)

Your arms are crossed, gaze scrutinizing. 

Seokjin is seated on a rolling chair in front of you, carefully typing something into the keyboard of your monitor. Your stare burns into the back of his head, and it’s a fact that he is extremely aware of when he stops typing and spins around with a sigh. 

He narrows his eyes, “Just ask already.” 

You blink, “What?” 

“You want to ask me something.” He states, “I can tell, so just ask already.” 

“No.” 

“No?”

“No, because you still haven’t learned the basic concepts I’m trying to teach you.” You gesture towards the computer, aware that he was indeed working but had barely grasped what you literated to him almost three times at this point.

Seokjin pursues his lips, slowly nodding his head. You direct your gaze to your monitor, attempting to step in when‒

“Five minutes.” He blurts out. 

You turn your head to look at him, “What?” 

“Five minutes,” He clarifies, “I’ll give you a window of five minutes to ask me as many questions as you want and in exchange, I’ll promise to try to get it right this time.” 

Your gaze narrows at him for a split second, before your eyes flicker around. 

He immediately speaks up, “I don’t think any of your superiors are near us.” 

Pursuing your lips, you wonder why he was being so insistent. 

“Plus I’m really bored.” He says right away, gesturing to the monitor, “This is kind of giving me a headache.” 

“Fine.” Lowering your voice, you begin to fire questions, “Have you had any experience prior to this job?” 

“No, next.” 

“Why were you hired if you haven’t had any experience?” 

“I have great charisma and they couldn’t resist hiring me, next.” 

“How is that even possible?” 

“You can get by with a lot of things if you’re as good looking as me, next.”

You almost want to scoff, his answers barely addressing your questions and rather deviating over to his own self-praises. 

There’s still one question lingering in the back of your mind, probing at you like an annoying itch you can’t reach. 

You cross your arms, “Answer me seriously ‒ have we met before?” 

Seokjin leans closer to you and squints really hard.

You wonder if he’s attempting to jog his memory by trying to get another look at you. 

But then‒ “I think there’s an eyelash on your cheek.” 

You jolt back, hand slapping against your face and finding the piece of hair. You squat it away, narrowing your eyes. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“No.” He simply answers, “You don’t look familiar to me.” 

But you’re persistent, “Really?”

“Really.” He playfully tilts his head to the side, “Do you really want to know me that badly?” He chuckles, “Is there some other motive of yours to this?” 

Your jaw drops, “What? No.” 

“Good, because your five minutes are up.” He gestures to the clock, before glancing at your monitor, “Also I have no idea what I was typing onto this thing.” 

You deadpan, narrowing your eyes as a lengthy sigh leaves your lips. 

It’s been a while since you’ve taken Seokjin on as an intern and truthfully, you’ve never been so exhausted on the job. 

Thankfully it’s not long before you are relieved by your duties. 

“Good luck.” You muse, watching Seokjin push a chair closer to Yoongi. The latter rebuttals by sending you a playful glare, but you’re soon on your feet within seconds, relieved with being on your own once again. 

You take up the opportunity to grab a coffee, running into Hoseok on the way. 

“Someone seems happy.” He remarks with a grin. 

“What?” You innocently question, a massive smile on your lips, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” 

“So he’s finally off your back?” He leans against the wall next to his office, crossing his arms. 

“Fortunately.” You let out an audible sigh, “It’s so obvious that he’s underqualified. I wonder why HR decided to hire him?”

Hoseok deeply furrows his brows, placing a finger against his chin, “I’ve managed plenty of incoming job applications before, but I don’t think there was one for Seokjin…” 

You whirl around, “Wait, what?”

“I did find it to be kind of strange…” Hoseok whispers, snapping out of his thoughts to glance up at you. “Maybe the higher ups had something to do with it?” 

Your brows are furrowed as your lips set into a firm line. You ponder over the idea of conversing with Soyou about the situation, perhaps garnering more information to–

“Yooongiiii!”

You and Hoseok stare at each other flabbergasted.

“Was that–” 

“I think it was.” You instantly spin around on your heels, heading towards your cubicle. Hoseok closely follows behind, hurriedly pacing after you with curious eyes. 

You stop short of a corner ahead from the area, two familiar men coming into view.

Yoongi is slumped against his chair, typing into his computer – just as he usually does. However, Seokjin is hovering over his cubicle, a giant pout on his lips and a file within his hands. 

At first, you begin to wonder if he’s probably annoying Yoongi. But it takes a quick second for you to realize that Yoongi’s actually ignoring him. 

You share a completely puzzled glance with Hoseok, although it’s not long before you receive answers. 

“How do I even do this??” He loudly wonders, peering at the file and then at his mentor who is barely fazed, “Yoongi?” 

He leans closer, trying to eye the man, “Yoongi??” Reaching out, he repeatedly pokes him, “Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi–“ 

The financial analyst doesn’t move one inch, completely unbothered with the ruckus around him. Seokjin only grows exasperated, his voice spiking up just like it did moments ago but in a more peculiar way. 

“YOOnGI!”

Hoseok immediately snorts and you have to forcibly cover your mouth with your hands. It unfortunately becomes unbearable for Hoseok way too quickly and it’s not long before he’s bursting out into a fit of laughter. 

He’s practically wheezing, attempting to repeat Seokjin’s words, “YOOn–“ He laughs again, shaking his head, “I can’t even say it!” 

You on the other hand are in a similar condition to Hoseok, unable to repress the chuckles slipping from you. 

“Argh! Just go already!” You hear Yoongi exasperatedly beg, watching Seokjin walk away with a giant smile on his lips. Hoseok walks over and gestures for you to follow, assuming Yoongi would need some assistance with the whole ordeal. 

However the moment Hoseok opens up his mouth, you can’t even hold the laughter back. 

“Hey, how’s everything going YOOnGI..?” Hoseok snickers, eyes crinkling into half moons. He turns to you in a mix of astounded confusion, “Why does he say it like that?!” 

Your shoulders are shaking as you laugh and all Yoongi does is deeply sigh.

“Well, he is older than me.” 

“What?” You question right away. 

Hoseok’s laughter dies out, his eyes wide. “He’s older than you?!” 

“By a couple of months.” Yoongi sighs, looking away from his screen like he’s given up, “You have way too much patience.” 

A chuckle escapes you, “Not really.” 

You smile at him and lean against his desk. 

“Do you want some advice though?” 

Yoongi stares at you like he’s going to lose it at any second and it’s all you need to help him out. 

“Don’t ignore him. It’s obvious that working here is completely new to him and if you ignore him and have him do things on his own, he’s only going to get more confused.” 

Yoongi slowly nods, “Show him basic things, like how you’re doing computations for your report,” You gesture towards his screen, “You might need to explain it a couple of times but if you take him seriously, he’ll at least try to take your work seriously.” 

Yoongi hums, acknowledging that he’ll have to take a different approach than usual. You grin at him, a playful tone in your advice. 

“And it’s not a lot to ask that being a smidge more patient might go a long way though….” He glares at you like it’s the worst thing you could have asked from him and you wave off the joke, “Don’t worry, it’s just for a couple of days.” 

“A couple of miserable days.” He squints, “What are you doing?”

You turn to see Hoseok frantically scribbling down onto a notepad in his hands. He looks up naively, glancing between the two of you staring at him. 

“Oh, uh, I was writing down your advice…” He sheepishly smiles, “You know, for future precaution.” 

The corner of Yoongi’s lip tugs up and you shake your head in amusement. From the corner of your eye, you notice Seokjin returning back so you get up and inform Yoongi. 

Yoongi groans, shoving his face into his hands. You pat him on the back, walking away with Hoseok. 

“Good luck.” 

“I’m going to need more than luck to survive this.” He warmly smiles at you, “But thanks.” 

After taking a lunch break, you were on your way to returning back to your cubicle before being stopped in your tracks. 

“Hoseok?” 

He immediately presses a finger to his lips, piping your tone down. Your brows furrow as he turns, gesturing for you to follow after him. 

You do so, only to discover he had led you back to the receptionist desk where Bora is working. The sound of voices and laughter has your eyes widening and Hoseok raises a hand, stopping you right at the corner. 

You peer over his shoulder, “What is it?” 

He points towards the familiar figure, “Look.”

Your gaze darts around, noticing Bora and Seokjin together right away. He’s leaning against the receptionist desk and conversing with her as usual, but that’s when your line of sight shifts and notices the person Hoseok is referring to. 

Soyou is with them, laughing at something Seokjin said. It nearly makes your jaw drop down, the appearance of her eyes being bright and a giant smile on her lips erasing remains of the professional and stoic manager you’ve always known. 

Your eyes abruptly flicker, noticing another man standing right next to her. 

“Hyunwoo?” Hoseok nods and at this point, you’re left gaping at the group. 

Hyunwoo was a HR personnel that worked above Hoseok. Compared to Hoseok, he has a lot more responsibility on his plate ‒ namely in the form of interviewing and hiring new employees for the company. 

Letting your stare wander with the recognition, it’s a bizarre circle of people. And somehow, Seokjin seems to be at the center of it all. 

Hoseok voices his thoughts, “Is it just me or do all of them seem like they’re getting a bit too cozy?” 

“That too, with someone that just got hired as an intern….” You mumble, brows knitted together. 

You peer over at him and Hoseok looks like he’s on the exact same page as you. 

“What’s going on?”

Pivoting around, Taehyung approaches the two of you with wide and curious orbs. There’s a thick file in his hands, something you assume he was in the midst of transporting. 

Hoseok immediately places a finger against his lips, “We’re spying on Seokjin.” 

“Ooh, can I join?” He immediately piques. You merely shrug in response and then nod as the former hurriedly paces over, peeking over the corner with you. 

“I just don’t understand…” You begin, “He was hired to be an intern first and there’s too many of us assigned to mentor him.” The conversation you had with him before arises in your mind, “Plus he’s barely had any experience working in an office.” 

“And now he’s being all buddy-buddy with someone from HR.” Hoseok continues, “Something smells fishy.”

“Well to be fair, he is pretty good looking.” 

Your brows furrow, “Tae.” 

He scoffs, “Hey, it’s true! He kind of looks like one of those kdrama actors.” 

“That’s what I thought!” Hoseok suddenly gasps, looking at Taehyung in awe as if glad he wasn’t the only one that made the epiphany. 

“Shhh!” You chide, cautiously peering over to see the group still engaged in conversation as Hoseok and Taehyung pipe down. 

“Wait Y/N, didn’t you say he doesn’t look very interested during training?” Taehyung brings up. 

Hoseok turns to you, “Oh yeah.” 

“Yeah, but I just think it’s because everything is new for him….” 

There’s a weird feeling churning in your stomach again, your eyes latching onto Seokjin as he smiles. 

“Can you guys keep a secret...?” 

“Of course.” Hoseok answers without hesitation. 

“Well that’s debatable–“

“Taehyung.” Hoseok hisses. 

“Okay, fine!” 

Your voice drops down a couple of octaves, “I think I’ve met him before….” 

“Woah, like outside of the company?” Hoseok questions right away. 

You hum, “I asked him, and he denied it,” You shake your head, “But there’s something…something that’s just familiar about him…” 

“Are you sure familiar isn’t code for like, I got heart eyes for him?”

You raise a playful brow, “Tae, are you sure you don’t have heart eyes for him?” 

He stares at you seriously for a moment, before a pout rises on his lips.

“Point taken.” 

“That’s even more fishy.” Hoseok says, “And a little creepy, to be completely honest.” 

“Maybe you bumped into him or something?” Taehyung suggests and Hoseok hums. “Oh! Or saw him at the restaurant you work at?” 

You shake your head at both of his answers, failing at jogging your memory. 

You deeply sigh, “Whatever it is, there’s definitely something more to the story here.” 

The restaurant is completely empty. 

Save for a handful of chefs throwing out leftovers and alongside servers cleaning up the dining area and kitchen, it’s completely barren. There’s a mop in your hands and a bucket of water next to you as you pace around the room, ensuring all the white tiles beneath you are crystal clear. 

“So you think something is off about this new intern?” 

Jungkook is leaning against the wall in the front of the restaurant, his eyes concentrated on the window before him and his hand moving around in circles against the glass. 

You hum, gaze focused on the ground, “Hoseok and Taehyung agree and it hasn’t been the same after we saw him talking and being so friendly with an HR Representative and our Manager.” 

“That does sound strange.” Jungkook shifts to the next window, mumbling underneath his breath, “Seokjin, right?” He glances over at you, “What is this Seokjin guy like?” 

“Do you mean personality wise?” 

He hums, “Uh, ridiculously confident and doesn’t really take anything seriously…” You try your hardest to put it into words. “Also a little self-obsessed…?” 

For the benefit of the doubt, you’ve only known the guy for a couple of days, “It’s just been really frustrating to train him because he almost seems disinterested in everything. Like you would think if the company hired him, it would be on the basis that he had some actual experience and interest to back up with a business qualification.”

You huff in exasperation, pushing the mop against the ground. 

Jungkook peers over with a frown. 

You blink at his stare, “What?” 

“I don’t know…it just kind of sounds like he’s really gotten underneath your skin.” 

Your mouth falls wide open, “What? No. That’s just….”

Ridiculous? Completely untrue? 

“I guess I’m just…. annoyed.” You acknowledge, refocusing your efforts back onto mopping. “I’ve been sweating bullets for a promotion now and to see someone so underqualified just waltz in like that…” 

No matter how much you try to ignore the thought, you can’t push it away entirely. He’s been given an opportunity that you���ve had to work extremely hard for, and seeing him barely care about it is a little unnerving. 

Jungkook smiles, “Assistant Manager, right?”

“I wish.” You pause and grin at him, “If I’m lucky enough, I’ll at least get some sort of decent pay raise first.” 

Although it’s almost like an afterthought at this point, becoming Assistant Manager would be incredible. Your eyes have constantly been latched onto the company’s job board for any opportunity at an opening that you can quickly swoop in and snatch away like a hawk. 

However you don’t try to keep your hopes high, content with just a mere promotion in your current state.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck.” Jungkook brings up, “And hey, at least you don’t have to mentor that intern anymore.” 

You snort, “Yeah, but now Yoongi has to and I can’t say he’s loving the opportunity.” 

Jungkook stops cleaning, spinning around a huge bunny smile. 

“Let me guess – Yoongi gave him something to do and then ignored him for the rest of the day.” 

You place a dramatic hand on your chest, sarcasm leaking into your voice. 

“Woah, it’s like you were right there with us.” You lightly chuckle as Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes at you. 

After continuing to tell Jungkook about the situation at work, the clock reads nearly midnight and the entire restaurant is finally clean. He waves you goodbye as you catch your bus home, soon left dragging your feet against the ground and keeping your drooping eyes awake the moment you make it to your apartment. 

Yuna’s eyes are glued to the small television in the corner of the room, her head whipping around the moment you enter. 

“Hey, shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” You squint at the bright display, aware that it was a school night for her. 

She sheepishly smiles, “You weren’t home yet…” 

“You know I always come home late when I have a shift at the restaurant.” She quietly hums and you notice the show displayed on the screen is one you’ve seen her watch before. 

You let out a sigh, “Ten minutes and then you have to go to bed, okay?” 

She immediately beams, redirecting her gaze back to the screen. You plop down next to her on the couch, a low yawn that brings water to your eyes leaving your lips.

You nearly doze off in the midst of trying to pay attention to the show, but a buzz coming from your bag awakens you. 

With a frown, you dig into the contents and yank out your phone, noticing a text message Jungkook had sent you. 

[Jungkook] 12:05am: Hey, isn’t this that guy you were telling me about??

You scroll down, noticing that he had attached an article along with the message. Pressing your thumb against, it opens up and the bold headline immediately greets you. 

CEO Namjung of Kim Electronics reportedly retiring and reveals future plans for son to take over company. 

Below the gigantic statement is a picture of three men. One of them is dressed in a formal suit that you presume to be the CEO of your company, while the other two are dressed in simple casual clothing and standing by either side of him. 

But what grabs your immediate attention is the one standing on the right side, adorned in a simple white shirt and glasses as he meekly smiles at the camera. 

It crashes at you all at once, like a tsunami flooding your brain. 

“Y/N!” 

You turn around, gaze instantly connecting with the higher-up. You nervously smile as he gestures you forward, your eyes already shifting into large saucers from the person he was conversing with. 

“This is Kim Namjung, the CEO.” The elderly man smiles and you quickly clear your throat, politely saying hello. “And this is‒”

He points toward a man on the opposite side of the CEO, awkwardly lingering near him. You attempt to catch a glance and the CEO prompts him to step forward, but his gaze remains concentrated on the ground. 

“I’d like you to meet my son,” The CEO smiles, “Seokjin.”

[theaenetworks]

Heaving with annoyance, I eyed the officer,

I knew I wouldn’t talk,

Uncle Pius had warned me in situation like this,

Being the only educated man in my family,

I had taken his admonitions seriously.

A middle aged man walked up to me in graceful gait,

He adjusted his oversized spectacle and scrutinized me from head to toe,

He smiled and shook his head,

“You tiny brat!, So you’re the one disturbing the neighborhood right?

Don’t you know you’re a woman!

What is this generation turning into?

Women turning into men, men turning into…”

He paused when a police officer interrupted him.

Then, I noticed he was the DPO.

My head hurts as I thought of what to do,

How can I be arrested for a crime I know nothing about,

Just like Uncle Pius will always say, “The Irony of life”,

I look around the semi- dilapidated building and wonder what brought me here,

Mother thought I was in the market,

Father thought I was on my way to school,

Little Odili thought I will be coming to pick him up from the nursery in the next thirty minutes

And here I am,

Every attempt to prove to them that I wasn’t the person they were searching for proved abortive,

I wonder how to reach my people and inform them of my present predicament,

In the evening, I was locked up in an empty cell.

There and then, I knew the music has changed.

I was waken up by a noise from the window side,

I froze,

The cell was dark and the mosquitoes were unfriendly,

I noticed someone was flashing a torch,

I shield my eyes from the harsh effect of the light,

There was no place to hide,

I surrendered my self to fate as the figure advanced towards me.

To my surprise,

It was a girl of my age or a bit younger,

When she drew nearer,

She motioned to me to keep quiet,

She raised the torch to her face so that I could have a proper view,

I almost let out a scream,

The resemblance was glaring,

Now I knew why I was arrested,

I have many questions to ask,

But there was no time for that,

She seemed to be on a mission to save me,

But I was afraid of this girl,

How did she knew that I was arrested?

I followed her suite as we walk out of the cell,

She seemed to know the way more than the police officer,

Because they would have properly guarded the secret outlets,

There is something about her though,

The way she walk and flash her white eyes like a cat,

She was so sure that I won’t scream and attract attention as we quietly sneak out of the station,

Passing the overweight snoring guards.

I’m sure of one thing,

I don’t want to be involved with such a person,

Then I heard her asking me question…

“Do you know who you’re?

The question did not just threw me off balance but made my heart beat faster in fear.

“I’m Adannaya Ibeh, the daughter of the great ceramist”,

She shook her head and smiled,

“I don’t think so”, she said and made her way to the route that leads to my father’s compound.

Written by Mmesoma Nwobodo

https://anthonyemmanuel.com/mmeso-inspires-doppelganger/

#story #storytelling #storytime #storyteller #StorytellingMagic #africanstorytellers #africanstorytelling #mmesoinspires

[five-bi-five-mind]

Unprofessional

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Words: 4.9k+ 

Summary: You and Emily have been pining for each other since you first became an intern at the BAU. A night at the bar, with a few drinks in, Emily finally has had enough and makes her move.

Genre: Fluff and smut

Warnings: I mean it’s smut so... that. Legal age gap (reader is 21+ tho) Alcohol mentions, top!Emily and bottom!Reader, oral (r receiving). Let me know if I forgot anything!

Emily had been leaning against the bar for the better part of an hour now, sipping on what she thinks is probably her fourth drink of the night. She wasn’t entirely sure, she hadn’t been focused on counting. No, instead she was focused on you. You were at the opposite corner of the bar, drink in hand, and a wide grin spread across your face. You were next to Spencer, both of you giggling at something he just said. Emily couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her lips as she watched you. You were usually so quiet, the youngest intern at the BAU, you took things pretty seriously. However, when Garcia would invite you at for drinks after a long day of work, Emily really saw you finally starting to relax. She loved your work ethic, she loved your drive, but more than that she loved that goofy little grin you got when you let your guard down and actually enjoyed yourself. She knew you felt out of place at the BAU, she just hoped one day you’d go on to be a real part of the team and know that you’re respected. Emily spent a lot of time watching you, maybe too much, and she thought you were brilliant. She knew you didn’t think the same of yourself.

“She’s cute, you know.” Garcia slid up beside where Emily was leaning against the counter, fruity drink in hand.

“She’s young,” Emily replied with a scoff. “Too young for me…” Her voice trailed off, and Garcia didn’t miss the hint of disappointment in her tone. 

“Yeah, but I see the way you look at her.” Garcia took a sip from her drink. “And the way she giggles at your so not funny jokes every morning when she brings you coffee. Oh, and don’t think I don’t know that you planned to quit caffeine months ago. That flew out the window the minute she strolled in.” Garcia shook her head, a playful smile on her face.

“What? I tried to kick it!” Garcia just gave Emily an exasperated look at that. “I did! It just didn’t take…” Emily looked back down at her drink, trying to hide herself from her friend’s scrutinizing eyes.

They both stood in a comfortable silence for a minute, both still sipping on their drinks. Despite Garcia’s presence, Emily still hadn’t taken her eyes off you for longer than a second or two. When she saw you reach your hand to squeeze Spencer’s shoulder as you both continued to laugh, Emily’s hand tightened around her glass. She wasn’t jealous of Spencer, she really doubted if anything was going on there. She was jealous that it wasn’t her there right now, laughing and making you smile.

“You have it bad, my friend” Garcia continued, poking her finger at Emily. 

“I’m technically her boss.”

“So? There’s no rule against that anymore. You just file it with HR when you make it official. No big deal!” Garcia shrugged and Emily shook her head at that. “It’s not that complicated, just go talk to her!”

“What would I even say?” Emily couldn’t believe she was even considering any of what Garcia said for a second. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t already look into coworker dating policies. Not that she’d even come close to having any sort of romantic conversation with you. Most of your conversations were about coffee orders and case files. Nothing exciting at all. Yet in the moments that you both did talk about something different, Emily clung to every word. She noticed when you got nervous you’d ramble, and you were easy to make blush. She loved that about you and made it a goal to have more casual conversations with you whenever she could. 

“She looks at you the same way, you know?” Garcia broke their silence and brought Emily out of her thoughts.

“What way?” Emily’s head snapped to Garcia immediately at that. Any other day she’d curse herself for being so obvious, but she’d been drinking and pining after you all night, so she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Like you both want to jump each other’s bones,” Garcia laughed.

“What?! I- I do not!” Emily practically stammered, placing her drink, not so gently, on the bar. 

“What don’t you do now?” JJ suddenly appeared at Garcia’s other side, and Emily knew that if the two of them joined in on trying to get Emily to come to terms with her feelings, she’d have no chance of winning this denial battle.

“Just that Emily’s got it bad for the new girl.” Garcia offered to JJ with a devious smirk. 

“Oh, definitely.” JJ fired back, matching Garcia’s mischievous grin with one of her own. 

“Not you too…” Emily hung her head in defeat. “Is it really that obvious?”

“To everyone but you and (Y/N),” JJ shrugged. Emily felt mortified. This wasn’t professional in the slightest. What would people think if they could tell a BAU agent was mooning over the young, new, bright-eyed intern? It looked ridiculous. Usually, Emily could keep her emotions about other people in check, but there was just something about you that had her hooked. She knew that you were a secret nerd, just like her, and when you laughed at her horrible jokes, she could tell you really thought her humor was funny. Yes, she could read you well, it was her job to be able to read anyone, but what she’d seen so far, all of it, she loved. In the past, when people got close, she would typically find a mountain of things she didn’t like about them by now. However, in the time you’ve been working as an intern, she hasn’t seen one thing she didn’t absolutely adore. No annoying quirks, no red flags, just… if she was being honest, perfection. And not in the way that set her alarms off, like you were hiding something. No, in the way that made her heart beat out of her chest and see whatever flaws you may have as wonderful parts of you that make you who you are. Yep… Garcia was right. Emily had it bad.

When Emily finally looked up from her drink, her eyes went right back to where you still stood in the corner of the bar. Only this time, you weren’t with Spencer anymore. She scanned the bar for a minute to see that he was halfway towards the bar for another drink, but Alvez had pulled him into another conversation before he could get there. Emily’s eyes made their way back to you. Now would be the perfect time to come casually talk to you. It would feel natural and not come off as jealous, which was her excuse for why she hadn’t talked to you earlier. All she had to do was walk up to you and say hi. It shouldn’t have been hard, yet Emily couldn’t bring herself to move. She was still worried about how it might look for her, or how it might reflect on you as well. 

In one swift go, she downed the rest of her drink before not so gently setting it back on the counter. She nodded to herself and squared her shoulders. Emily made a decision. She was going to go talk to you tonight. Not about work, not about the BAU. Okay, she actually wasn’t really sure what she was even going to talk to you about to begin with, but at least she was going to throw caution to the wind and finally approach you. Both Garcia and JJ shared a look after hearing Emily all but slam her empty glass back down onto the counter. They knew exactly what war she was having in her own mind about you, and they’d be lying to say it wasn’t entertaining to watch. 

Finally, Emily took a deep breath and started to step forward… Only to stop dead in her tracks when she zeroed in on an unknown man walking straight up to you. She watched with horror as this man slipped right up to you, oozing with confidence. He gave you a charming smile and said something that made you giggle. All Emily could do was watch with her mouth hanging open as this random man tried to sweep her dream girl away. After a minute of watching him, what Emily could only describe as, trying to charm the pants off you, she decided she wasn’t about to watch any longer. Turning straight back around, she rested her elbows on the bar’s counter and put her head in her hands. Maybe this was a sign? That it would be too unprofessional to pursue the perky new intern at the BAU. What would this do to her career or yours if people knew an intern was sleeping with the boss? Not that you had even gotten anywhere near that point yet. Emily still hasn’t mustered up the courage to have small talk with you outside of work. She felt like she had some sort of schoolgirl crush right now. She was a mess. 

She was about to order another drink when Garcia’s voice broke her out of her current self loathing. “Oh boy,” Garcia sighed. Emily looked up at her friend, thinking this comment was about her currently state, but when she looked up, Garcia was now the one watching where you stood. She turned fully around to face you now and followed Garcia’s gaze. There you were, with the same handsome man from before, only your demeanor had completely changed. Your arms were crossed, and you were hugging yourself rather tightly, trying to shrink back from the man as he seemed to be slowly inching his way into your personal space. It didn’t take a profiler’s skills to know that you were uncomfortable by him now. Emily watched as he looked you up and down, clearly undressing you with his eyes. It made her blood boil. You kept giving him tight-lipped smiles as he kept prattling on about something that Emily could see you couldn't care less about. But when he put his hand on your shoulder, that’s when Emily finally snapped. 

This time, as she stepped away from the bar and walked towards you, she did it with purpose. She did it with drive. Professionalism be damned. This jerk was making you uncomfortable, and Emily hated nothing more than a man who couldn’t take a hint. She didn’t have much of a plan on how to get rid of him. She currently liked the idea of simply saying “fuck off” but she also didn’t want to cause too much of a scene. This was everyone’s favorite bar and if anything happened, she wanted to avoid being the one to blame for getting kicked out. But without much of an actual plan, her current actions shocked the both of you.

She waltzed right up to where you were standing and flung her arms around you from the side like it was the most natural thing in the world, pressing her body fully against yours as she leaned against you. She’d blame this all on the alcohol, but if she were being honest, she’s wanted to do this all night. 

“Hey babe, are you about ready to go? The uber is outside for us.” Emily knew all of this boldness was coming from the pure rage she felt for the man standing in front of you. 

“I… uh…” You were at a complete loss for words. You looked like a deer in headlights, your eyes wide with confusion and a little bit of panic. Emily cleared her throat and her eyes flicked from yours to the man’s for a second with a very pointed look, and finally, your brain caught on to what she was trying to do. “OH, oh. Yeah, sorry. Let me just put on my coat.” You untangled yourself from Emily’s arms and couldn’t help but notice the smug look she had on her face as she watched you grab your things. “Okay, well… bye,” you offered awkwardly to the man who’d currently been cornering you. You were incredibly grateful to get the hell out of there. He was closing in fast, and you weren’t the best at confrontation. The entirety of the conversation with this man, all you could think about was how you were going to try to slip away and now here was Emily coming to save the day at the perfect time. 

“Wait, I didn’t get your-” 

“The uber has been waiting for a minute,” Emily cut the man off before he could finish his sentence. There was no way in hell she was letting him get your number. She knew he’d be insufferable. “Let’s go!” Emily practically pushed you towards the exit of the bar, her hand at the small of your back, weaving and guiding you through the other bar patrons until you finally made it outside. 

You both stood there by the entrance to the bar in silence for a second. You were still a little in shock at how one minute you were being cornered by a skeezy guy in the bar and the next your boss’s arms were wrapped around you, and she was calling you petnames. Not that you honestly minded. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a thing for her. But she was your boss, and more than anything, she was a damn impressive woman. All you are is some silly little intern. There’s no way she’d be looking at you the way you looked at her. Right?

“I’m sorry.” Emily finally broke the silence. “I could tell you were uncomfortable, and it didn’t seem like he cared, so I just acted without-”

“No it’s okay. I appreciate it.” you cut her off.

“Yes, but I probably could’ve done that without the whole…” Emily paused for a second. You’ve never really seen her like this. She was struggling to find the right words, and yeah, she did sometimes ramble too. It was rare, but when it did happen, you found it cute. But this was different. She usually had an air of untouchable confidence about her, but tonight you swore you noticed she was nervous the moment you walked in the bar. “You know, the throwing myself at you… part.” Emily wasn’t meeting your eyes now. 

“I didn’t mind it,” your voice comes out quieter than you intended. Emily wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Suddenly, you realize this is possibly your first conversation with Emily that’s been one-on-one and not at or about work. You couldn’t help the blush you felt rise to your cheeks as you said that. The worst part was, you didn’t even care. Despite the circumstances, you knew alone time with Emily Prentiss was a rare thing, and you were going to cherish this moment. “It was nice, actually,” you said with a soft smile.

When Emily heard that, her head snapped up in surprise, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to say something, but words were lost on her, and all she could do was stammer. “I uh… Well, good. Good, that’s good.” Emily nodded to herself, and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. You most definitely haven’t seen this side of her. And so far, you were loving it. 

“Can I, uh, actually call you an uber? I want to see you home safe.” Emily offered. You simply nodded, and Emily turned to her phone to get you both a ride home. 

                                                            …

The car ride to your apartment was painfully awkward. You could tell both of you didn’t know what to talk about. Emily was kicking herself because every time she did try to talk, all she could think to bring up was work. That definitely didn’t add to the mood… not that she even knew what the mood there was. Tonight had certainly been a rollercoaster for the both of you. For Emily, it started like usual, her silently pining after you from across the room, which then lead her to change her mind about a dozen times on whether or not she was going to approach you and attempt (emphasis on attempt) to flirt with you, to then fake flirting with you to get rid of some guy. For you, you’d been hoping all night for Emily to come talk to, not that it wasn’t a pleasant night chatting with Reid. He was one of the few who didn’t treat you like just an intern. But then neither of you imagined it would end in a shared car ride to your apartment. It wasn’t like you invited Emily in though… it was just a shared uber. It was practical. That was all, right?

Except when you pulled up to your apartment, it felt like your soul left your body when you heard Emily say “May I walk you to your door?” and it felt even more earth-shattering when you said yes and then followed it up with “Would you like to come in for a bit? We can always call another uber.” You had no idea what came over you, and you knew it shocked Emily too. Her eyes went wide, and she froze for a second, but then to your surprise you heard her almost whisper “I’d like that.” before sliding out of the car. 

As you walked up to your apartment, though, you felt something in the air shift. You weren’t sure what this feeling was, but it felt like… anticipation. You fished your keys out with slightly shaking hands and blushed when you dropped them, only for her to politely pick them up with what you thought was a knowing smile. You opened the door for her and since you were just in a studio apartment, you didn’t really need to give a grand tour. 

“It’s not much,” You offered as you both sat on opposite sides of your couch. “Would you believe you’re my first guest?”

“Really?” she turned to finally look you in the eye at that, and it was just then when you realized you both had been avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, well I’m new here. I moved for graduate school and this internship. I don’t have much free time, so I don’t have many friends outside class and the BAU. I haven’t really invited them over, so you must be special,” you immediately kicked yourself at that, but you tried to play it off with an awkward chuckle. Emily just kept looking at you, unfazed other than the slight smirk that was forming on her face.

“Well, I’m honored,” she matched your chuckle with her own, only it didn’t feel as awkward and full of insecurity. What you both didn’t notice was that you were both ever so slowly inching closer until you were right next to each other. “I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you all night,” Emily said, her smile widening. She had no idea where this burst of forwardness was coming from, but hell, she was going to lean into it. 

You perked up at this, turning to sit facing Emily with your legs crossed on the couch. “Oh yeah?” you found yourself matching her smile, a blush yet again rising to your cheeks. “Then why did it take me getting hit on by some business student jerk to get you to come over to me?”

“Jealousy, honestly.” Emily replied without missing a beat. Like saying that was the easiest thing in the world, but for you, it made your heart go crazy. Was this really happening? Was someone as incredible as Emily freaking Prentiss, your long time never-gonna-happen crush, actually hinting that she felt the same? There was no way. Yet, she was leaning in, her smirk almost devilish, and you felt yourself lean closer to. 

Emily at this point was basically running off the mindset of “fuck it.” If she was already seen leaving the bar with you and is now sitting in your apartment, what’s stopping her from trying to finally get what she wants? Professionalism flew out the window the minute she draped her arms around you in front of her whole team. She decided: let the whole BAU talk. Hell, she’ll file paperwork with HR tomorrow if you’d let her. 

At that thought, she froze for a second. She didn’t want just a night, she wanted it all. She didn’t realize until that very moment that she really was ready to dive in with you. And with that, dive in she did. 

She closed the distance between you two in a flash, and you couldn’t help the soft gasp you let out against her lips at the shock. It only took you a moment, however, to catch up with what was happening and reciprocate the kiss with as much eagerness as she was currently showing. You reached out and placed your hands on either side of her face, pulling her closer and pressing your lips more firmly against hers. It was like neither of you realized you were starving for each other until this very second. Emily couldn’t get enough of you. With initiative that shocked both of you, her hands went to your waist and suddenly, you were being pulled into her lap. Your hands moved to from her face to wrap around her neck as your legs settled on either side of her.  When you parted your lips and felt her tongue slide against yours, you couldn’t help but let out a groan. 

Emily’s hands suddenly felt like they were everywhere. In the back of her mind, she thought she should be taking this slow, savoring the moment. However, she had been wanting you since the moment she laid eyes on you, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was falling into a frenzy. She found herself feeling like if she didn’t have her hands all over you, if she didn’t taste you right here and right now, she’d explode. There would be time for slow and passionate later (Or so she hoped at least). Right now, she just needed her mouth on every part of your body, and she planned to do just that. 

She broke the kiss, and you felt her hands tug your shirt off. You yelped as she pulled it over your head and dropped it on the floor next to the couch. She didn’t even slow down as she made quick work of your bra while your hands flew to the buttons of her shirt, trying to go as fast as possible without simply ripping her shirt open. You might have been desperate for each other, but the shirt did look a little expensive.

Emily broke away from you slightly to pull her unbuttoned shirt the rest of the way off herself. The second it hit the floor, she leaned back in, dipping her head and trailing kisses down your neck slowly to your shoulder. She moved further down and when you felt her lips brush against your nipple you felt your whole body shudder. And when she took it into her mouth, her tongue running over it slowly, you had to bite your lip to hold back what you could only imagine would be an embarrassingly desperate moan. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against her slightly as she switched to your other nipple. Emily noticed immediately and returned her hands to your hips, pressing you down harder as she shifted her position so that her thigh could now press between your legs. This time you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as she started to run her lips back up your neck. Your hands flew up to grip onto either of her shoulders when you felt her teeth against your neck. Surely, there would be quite a few visible marks you’d have to hide in the morning now, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

After a minute of grinding against Emily, you felt her start to push you back and off her lap. You gave her a confused look, to which she just said “I want you to lay back.” as she looked at you with hungry eyes. You simply nodded and complied. She sat up between your legs, and you couldn’t help but feel a little vulnerable, even if you were still partially dressed. But Emily had plans to change that. Placing both of her hands just above your knees, she ran them up your thighs before reaching the top of your pants. She undid them slowly and dragged them down your legs, all the while looking at you with an adoring gaze that made your heart go crazy in your chest. When they were finally off, she slid over your body until she was hovering over you with her hands placed on either side of your head. 

Emily lent down, and her lips met yours again. You couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips when you felt her press against your bare chest. All too soon, she ended the kiss, only to drag her lips down your jaw to your neck and then lower and lower until she was placing a kiss right above the elastic of your underwear. Her hands snaked back up your body to reach where her lips once were. She traced her finger along the elastic but stopped for a moment and looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. You nodded, almost a little too eagerly, and she gave you that beautiful Emily Prentiss smile that’s sent your heart into a frenzy from day one. And then suddenly, you felt her slip your underwear off in a blink, and you were completely exposed. 

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath after that moment, until you let out an audible gasp the moment she moved one hand to run her finger slowly and ever so lightly through your folds, and you felt like you should’ve been embarrassed by the sound you had made or how wet you already were for her. But when she lent down and replaced her finger with her tongue, you couldn’t bother to care. All you could think about was how fucking amazing she already made you feel and when she groaned at your taste you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound. She began to give your clit long, languid strokes with her tongue, and your hand flew to her head, trying gently to press her closer. 

You couldn’t help the squirm of your hips as her tongue started to move more firmly against you. She held your hips still with one arm, while her other hand moved down, as she slipped two fingers inside you without warning.  

“Oh fu-” you couldn’t even get the rest of the word out as she pumped her fingers in time with her tongue. You were so close, you knew it wouldn’t take much more before she sent you over the edge. Her fingers picked up their pace and curving in just the right place, and you felt your eyes roll back.

“You feel so fucking good, (Y/N)” Emily groaned against your clit, her fingers driving relentlessly into you. Her voice sounded hungry, desperate even, and it was exactly what made you snap. Your hand tightened painfully in her hair, but she kept going, helping you ride out your orgasm as you came against her fingers. 

She waited for you to finally release your grip on her hair and for your breathing to slow. Once it did, she made her way slowly back up your body, placing random kisses here and there as she went. When she reached your lips, you shared a deep, lingering kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue. It was intoxicating. The kiss broke after a moment though, her arms wrapped around you, and you shifted so you both lay tangled in each other on the bed. 

Utterly satisfied and also, if you were being honest, a little exhausted from the twists and turns of the night, you fought off the urge to close your eyes. Emily just beamed at you, looking at you with nothing but adoration, her hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. Trying your best to fight off the sudden sleepiness you felt, you began to run your hand down her stomach to the button of her pants, but before you could undo them, her hands reached to stop you.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she moved to bring your hand up to your lips. She placed a kiss to your hand as she gave you a soft smile. 

“But what about you?”

Emily shook her head, before letting your hand go to pull you even closer to her. “I just want to hold you right now. Next time. If you want a next time?” Suddenly, Emily felt the bravery of the past hour leave her. She was in heaven being able to have you squirming in pleasure beneath her, but it didn’t occur to her until now that you may have only wanted this to be a one-time thing. She looked at you now with uncertainty, and you could see the slight insecurity in her eyes.

“I would love a next time,” you confirmed, and when her face lit up with an eager smile, you couldn’t help but match it. “But maybe we could go for coffee first?” 

“Coffee…” she said with a chuckle, her smile growing before leaning forward to leave a brief kiss on your lips. “I’d love to.”

Join the taglist here

[tineteenieworld3]

Be kind to people who are trying to have harmless fun, this is a space for that

I’m just on a rant moment today, but I’ve been in a lot of fandoms before. I adore ST, have for awhile, but this fandom is definitely very different then others. Sometimes in a good way, and sometimes in a less good way.

The one thing I want to talk about is how there’s people that try to kind of control how everyone can enjoy these characters. And when I say enjoy I mean in completely harmless ways. I talked about this a little earlier, but I actually think it’s just very odd. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m always too aware that these characters are not real at all and that we only get to see parts of them that are plot relevant (most of the time) and you kinda get to explore them more and have fun with them in fandoms.

Bylers (not all or even most) seem to struggle with people just having fun and doing very normal random things with these characters. AUs get shit, headcanons get shit, music or playlists or really anything is scrutinized if it doesn’t match perfectly with the slim information we get from the TV show. And it’s actual anger and just ‘bullying’ when people say harmless things like Will would enjoy Taylor Swift or Mike would wear a leather jacket. Stuff like that, just fun stuff that means nothing that every single fandom does with characters. There is never a need to have a bad reaction to that and if you have one, you keep it to yourself.

Also, the lack of kind of…I don’t know, I don’t want to say understanding because I don’t think that’s it, just awareness that when doing AUs or just headcanons a lot of the time the people creating them take something slim or a personality trait from canon and expand on it or look at it through a different lens or put those traits in a different environment. Which would create a slightly new version of these characters because they are in a new environment and different things happened to them. It seems people kind of lock Will and Mike into these little boxes of ‘they are losers’ as if that’s actually a personality trait or something that makes up a person. Many many people are losers but that can be shown in so many different ways. Losers can be popular, losers can play sports, losers can dress well or terribly. It’s such a broad thing that people should be able to have fun expanding on. I think people use that sometimes to be like ‘Hm see? I know more about them and you’re dumb’ but it just looks like you only can view these characters in one way. That’s okay if you do or that’s what you wanna do, but you’re not smarter or better than someone who wants to expand more and play with these characters.

I think, at times, this whole thing is taken way too seriously. And you’re allowed to do that if you want, you’re allowed to see these characters in a certain way and view them as real people that’s fine. But what I don’t think is okay is treating others like they’re stupid or what they’re doing is harmful when, we all know, it’s not. At all.

Fandoms for years and years have made fanfics of fun basic tropes, they’ve done AUs, they’ve made characters popular or cool or whatever. What we need to remember is that’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with that it’s not hurting anyone. These fake characters will not get their feelings hurt. I know it may feel like you own these characters and have control over how people view them, but you don’t, you’re not more special than anyone else engaging with these characters. That’s okay, everyone can just do their thing and if you don’t like a headcanon or a fanfic or some art that’s okay! But it’s not okay to be mean to others for having harmless fun.

I hope this came off well because I really don’t want to just be mean, I understand that we can forget about this stuff sometimes and it’s easy to kind of feel like Mike and Will are real and that everything is more serious than it is. But this is all just for fun, the story isn’t real the characters aren’t real and everyone can enjoy the fandom in the way that makes them happy. Belittling and being unkind to others because you believe you’re smarter than them doesn’t make you look cool, it makes you look like a bully who can’t separate reality from fiction. Let’s just leave people alone, because in the end, Mike or Will or any character doesn’t exist and no one is hurting them or you by having fun with them.

[kpop-zone]

(G)I-dle making up for slapping their s/o

Prequel

Miyeon

Miyeon could have never guessed how hard it would be to give you time. She just wanted to be close to you again. But she wouldn’t allow herself to overstep your boundaries; not again. So, she tried her hardest not to impose herself on you, even though it was slowly killing her. Usually, you had always allowed her to wrap her arms around you, no matter what you were doing. Now, Miyeon didn’t really know what to do with herself when she was around you. The lighthearted conversations and bubbly laughter in your life had turned into suffocating silence and an excruciating atmosphere and Miyeon was starting to get anxious.

Several weeks had already passed since that disastrous night, but you were still punishing her with ignorance. Of course, Miyeon had known that her mistake needed time to heal, still, she hadn’t expected such agonizing repercussions. No matter how much space Miyeon gave you or how many gifts she bought you in an attempt to show her remorse, you didn’t allow her to get close again. And she began running out of ideas. Was there anything that she could do to make it all better? Or was it too late? Maybe if she were smarter or less selfish, she would have accepted her defeat and left you alone. But she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to live without you. So she had accepted your punishments patiently while desperately holding on to you and feeling how you drifted further and further away. Until she couldn’t take it anymore one night.

You were coming home from work, only acknowledging her with the typical head nod and Miyeon felt the crack in her heart reaching a depth that she just couldn’t ignore anymore. She needed to know if the deep divide between the two of you was conquerable or if you had already given up.

“Do you still love me?”

She blurted out while tears started to pool in her eyes and you stared at her in shock, apparently not having expected her sudden outburst.

“I will leave if you ask me to. But I don’t mind waiting for you as long as there is hope. I just need something to hold onto. I just need to know that you are still willing to fight for this relationship.”

Miyeon added with a shaky voice and you instantly avoided her gaze, making the tears in her eyes spill at last. Your silence was a sufficient answer, even if it wasn’t the one that she had wanted to hear. Although the two of you were only standing a few steps apart, the distance between you felt like an ocean again and Miyeon couldn’t bear it anymore. Abruptly, she turned on her heel to run to the bedroom. Just before she could slip out of your sight, however, your voice caused her to stop.

“I do.”

Confused, Miyeon turned around to look at you while trying to decrypt your equivocal words. When you noticed the confusion in her face, you cleared your throat and took a few steps closer to her.

“I do still love you.”

You clarified, causing Miyeon’s eyes to widen in shock.

“You do?”

She asked dumbfounded after already having accepted her defeat. Slowly, you nodded in response and at a blow, Miyeon felt like the darkness that had surrounded her the past weeks was lifted. Her heart began beating wildly in her chest and a wide smile lit up her face. She wanted nothing more than to run into your arms now, but she didn’t know whether you were ready for that yet. Insecurely, she looked at you while shifting her weight from one leg to the other until you eventually opened your arms.

“Come here.”

You chuckled and Miyeon didn’t need a second to dash forward. With full force she threw herself into your arms and hugged you so tightly that you needed to remind her that you had to breathe.

“I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that I created this mess in the first place. I swear that I will never hurt you again.”

She mumbled against your body, knowing that she would never do anything ever again to drive you away.

“I know.”

You replied before kissing the crown of her head, causing Miyeon to hum happily. This was the only way it was supposed to be.

Minnie

Minnie stared at you at a loss for words. She couldn’t find the answer in your eyes like she had hoped to, but her hesitation was apparently all the answer that you needed. Tears shot into your eyes as you nodded in defeat and slowly pulled yourself to your feet. Minnie watched you with a heavy heart and another wave of guilt washed over her. Why did she only ever make you cry?

Maybe it would be for the better if she let you go...

Conflicted, you lingered for a moment, but when Minnie still couldn’t manage to give you the answer that you needed, you started to drag your feet to the front door. It was unbearable for Minnie to watch you leave. Every fiber in her body told her to block your way, but she forced herself to stay put. For your sake. You deserved a better girlfriend. Only after the front door had swallowed you, Minnie couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She abruptly leaped to her feet and rushed to the door. Her hand hovered above the doorknob as her desire to be with you and her guilt collided inside of her. No matter what she did, it felt wrong. In despair, she slid down the front door and sunk to the floor.

She just didn’t know what to do.

Her whole body hurt, causing the sound of her sobs to fill the quiet room. She felt how she got caught up in a downward spiral. She was in free fall into endless sadness until a strange sound suddenly caused her to freeze. Confused, Minnie’s head snapped up and she looked around. But even through her blurry eyes she could see that she was still the only person in the room. Where was this noise coming from? For a moment, Minnie halted her movements and listened carefully until she was able to make out the source and the location of the noise. It was the sound of sobs. Someone else was crying right on the other side of the door.

Minnie’s heart broke and before she even knew what she was doing, she found herself on her feet, tearing open the door. You were cowering on the floor just like she had a few seconds ago while crying bitterly. On autopilot, Minnie leaped forward and wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s ok, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

She cooed soothingly between some of her own sobs. For several minutes, the two of you just stayed in each other’s arms on the floor until your sobs didn’t echo through the hallway anymore. Hesitantly, Minnie leaned back to look at you and her fingers automatically stroked your cheeks to remove the last remainders of your tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Please come back inside again. I was being stupid. I wanted to be selfless and let you go, but I can’t live without you. Please don’t go, I promise I will work on forgiving myself.”

She pleaded, having realized that the decision to let you go had been the worst that she had ever made.

“How would that be selfless, dummy? I don’t want to live without you either.”

You exclaimed with a smile tugging on your lips, causing Minnie to sigh in relief.

“So you’ll come back inside?”

She asked insecurely, but you instantly nodded.

“Yes. If you stop acting weird.”

You replied while giving her a scrutinizing look.

“I will. I promise.”

Minnie was quick to agree to your condition before pulling both of you to your feet and into the apartment again. Even if she hadn’t wanted to forgive herself initially, her desire to keep you in her life was still bigger. So she would do anything to make you happy again.

Soojin

“Are you going to keep staring at me?”

You asked annoyed after the room had fallen silent for a while already but Soojin was still sitting right by your side. She just hadn’t been able to bring herself to walk away from you.

“I’m sorry.”

She whispered for the third time tonight and you groaned before turning to your back again. Expectantly, you looked at her, seemingly waiting for her to say more than just those three words. The same feeling of anxiety from earlier washed over Soojin and once more, she averted her gaze from you. What if she said the wrong thing? But she knew that she didn’t have the luxury to take her time with an answer now. You were looking more than just annoyed and if she wouldn’t be able to express her feelings right in this moment, there would be no hope for a reconciliation tonight.

“I’m sorry for everything. I should have taken your feelings seriously. I shouldn’t have slapped you. And I definitely also shouldn’t have run away. But I was just so ashamed of myself; I couldn’t bear to look into your eyes.”

Soojin sputtered before reluctantly looking at you. For a moment, you only stared at her, but then you inhaled deeply.

“I really can’t believe that you slapped me. And then you had the nerve to run away...”

You scoffed and Soojin felt how her shame hit her with full force again.

“I know. I can’t believe it either.”

She mumbled mortified while letting her head hang.

“Is this all that you wanted to tell me?”

You asked after both of you had been silent for a while and Soojin quickly shook her head.

“No! I also wanted to tell you what I should have told you earlier instead of slapping you. I’m sorry for not defending you in the restaurant. But that was not because I agreed in any way with what has been said. It’s just that sometimes I forget that you’re insecure about those things. Because you’re perfect to me in ever single way. So if I talk with my friends about you, I swear to god, it’s only to tell them how breathtaking, smart, kind, caring and thoughtful you are.”

She clarified, feeling how a part of the weight on her shoulders was suddenly lifted off. Maybe you would never be able to forgive her, but Soojin at least wanted you to know the truth behind her wrongdoing. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself knowing that you believed that she thought of you as anything less than perfect.

For a while, nothing but the faint noise of the refrigerator buzzing in the kitchen could be heard and Soojin contemplated what to do next. Would you allow her to sleep in the same bed as you? Should she sleep on the couch? Or would you even ask her to leave the apartment? Before she could come up with a plan, however, you cleared your throat and piped up again.

“I know that you would never make fun of me with your friends. I mean earlier my anger told me that it was a possibility. But even then, deep-down I knew that it wasn’t true. I just wanted to say something to hurt you.”

You admitted sheepishly and for the first time tonight a light smile tugged on Soojin’s lips.

“I’m glad that you know.”

She sighed in relief while finally daring to look into your eyes. She was still ashamed of her actions, yet it felt like the two of you had gotten one step closer to reconciliation.

“Maybe we can talk tomorrow about everything; calmly this time.”

You chuckled and Soojin quickly nodded in reply.

“I’d love to!”

She exclaimed a little too excited, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“Alright then. Try to get some sleep now.”

You smiled softly while pointing at her side of the bed and Soojin’s heart almost jumped out of her chest. Eagerly, she nodded in agreement before hastily discarding the flowers and getting ready for bed as if she suspected that you could change your mind any second. In record time, she found herself lying next to you although she neither dared to look at you nor to close her eyes. What if she woke up and you weren’t there anymore?

“Relax, Soojin. Everything’s going to be ok.”

You suddenly piped up as if you could read her thoughts and Soojin turned her head to the side. Your beautiful eyes radiated a sense of comfort and Soojin’s heartbeat calmed down at last. Everything would be ok again.

Soyeon

Soyeon didn’t even need to think where to go after the door had slammed shut. Her feet automatically carried her to the company that gladly was in walking distance. She hoped that her studio could give her the comfort that she desperately needed. Maybe she could even put all this sadness into something useful and start working on the next album. To her dismay, however, Soyeon didn’t feel the usual itch in her fingers once she sat down in front of her desk and the pages of her notebook stayed completely empty. No matter which keys she pressed on the keyboard or what chords she strung together, everything sounded bland to her. For almost two hours Soyeon tried to write down at least a single line until she was left completely frustrated and simply threw herself on the couch in her studio. She couldn’t concentrate when her relationship -the most important thing in her life- was on the brink of ruin. All she wanted to do was to go home and make up. But she knew that she couldn’t do that. This had to happen on your terms, and you clearly had asked her to give you space. So she needed to abide by your request. Even if it meant that the group had to suffer from it.

After spending a night on a sofa and not sleeping a single second, Soyeon very groggily attended dance practice the next morning. Her members immediately figured out what was wrong and showed her sympathy, but her teachers, unfortunately, were less compassionate. The minutes seemed like hours and in between the angry looks by her teachers and the anxious glances on her phone to check for a sign of life from you, Soyeon felt like losing her mind. She had hoped that you would be willing to see her again today, but after an exhausting day at the company there still hadn’t popped up a notification from you on her screen.

“Relax, Y/N is going to reach out to you.”

Yuqi tried to cheer her up when all of them were grabbing their stuff to go home.

“I don’t think so. It’s over.”

Soyeon replied crestfallen, starting to accept the fact that she had managed to ruin what had been perfect in just one night.

Suddenly, however, the screen of her phone lit up, causing Soyeon’s breath to hitch in her throat. Frozen, she stared at her phone, too scared to get her hopes up. Maybe it was just one of their managers...or maybe it was a breakup text.

“Look at it!!”

Shuhua urged her while pressing the phone in Soyeon’s hand. Shakily, she lifted the device up and looked at the message.

Y/N: Will you be home for dinner?

She read out loud and her members instantly assured her that this was a good sign. Still, Soyeon didn’t want to impose herself on you and decided to leave it up to you.

Soyeon: If you want me to?

She replied before anxiously staring on the screen and waiting for your reply.

Y/N: ...

For an eternity, Soyeon watched these three dots dancing on her screen and with every second that passed, she felt more like losing it. Eventually, however, you decided to end her torture and transformed the three dots into one single word.

Y/N: Yes

Your answer was short, but it made Soyeon feel more than any poem probably could have ever managed. In lightning speed, she said goodbye to her members and rushed home to you. When she reached the front door to your apartment, she typed in the wrong door code three times out of nervousness before finally being able to bolt into the apartment.

“Y/N?”

Soyeon yelled breathlessly as soon as she was inside in need to quiet the part of her that was convinced that you were just messing with her and had already left. To her surprise, however, you stepped into her sight just a few seconds later, making her exhale shakily in relief.

“I ordered from our favorite place. I hope that’s ok.”

You piped up eventually after the two of you had awkwardly stared at each other for a while and Soyeon nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Perfect! We can do whatever you want.”

She replied although she wasn’t really referring to the food with her last sentence. Soyeon felt relieved that you were willing to see her, nevertheless, she wanted you to know that the two of you would proceed in your pace.

“What do you want though?”

You answered while defensively guarding yourself by crossing your arms. Soyeon hated this tension that extended between the two of you and made it so much harder to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she still wanted to try her best.

“I want to tell you how sorry I am and that I know that what I did yesterday is unforgivable. But I also want to tell you that it will never happen again and that I will work very hard to make this right again. If that is what you want too of course.”

Nervously, Soyeon glanced at you, once again waiting for you to end her torture. You, on the other hand, were completely calm and took your time contemplating her offer. Your gaze seemed to burn right through Soyeon’s skin, and she uncomfortably tugged on her clothes while awaiting your verdict.

“Well, I guess I haven’t been really fair yesterday either. So we might do better to just try to forget last night...”

You replied after an eternity, causing Soyeon’s heart to leap in her chest.

“Ok!”

She agreed relieved, not being able to hide a wide smile anymore. There was nothing that she would rather do than to forget last night. She just wanted to go back to where the two of you had left off and the fact that you felt the same was making her happier than anything else in her life before.

Yuqi

“How could you have slapped me?”

You eventually broke the silence, but the disappointment in your voice made the awkward silence from before almost more desirable.

“I-I don’t know...”

Yuqi stammered in reply, because she truly couldn’t make sense of her behavior. She had never considered violence to be a solution for anything and hurting you was one of her scariest nightmares.

“You know the reason I started dating you was because I trusted you more than anyone else and because I felt safe around you.”

You sighed sadly and your choice of words caused Yuqi’s heart to tear in two. Trusted. Felt. Why were you talking in past tense? She needed you to know that tonight had just been a slip-up.

“And I really value that trust. Even if it didn’t seem like it tonight.”

Yuqi pleadingly looked at you, hoping that you were able to see her sincerity, but you were quick to avoid her gaze.

“I don’t know what to believe...”

You mumbled while massaging your temples as if this situation were causing you a headache, making Yuqi feel even worse about herself. She didn’t want you to martyr yourself like that because of her.

“I know and that’s ok! You don’t have to have everything figured out tonight. We can see how the next weeks will go. I swear that I will do everything to try to gain your trust back, but... if it doesn’t work out and you still feel uncomfortable, just say so and... I will leave.”

Yuqi’s last words felt like they were covered with thorns and only arduously left her throat. As much as she wanted to be a good person and give you the space to leave, only the thought of losing you made her feel nauseous. Nevertheless, she planned to stick to her offer and expectantly looked at you to agree to it. You still avoided her gaze, but after contemplating your options for a while, you eventually nodded in agreement. At a blow, Yuqi felt all the tension leaving her body and she almost sighed in relief. She knew though that she was nowhere near to celebrate. She still had to gain back your trust which had to be the most difficult task in the world. Yet, she felt hopeful. Your willingness to let her try to make it up to you showed her that at least some part of you still cared about this relationship.

“Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate this, and I promise that I will not let your second chance go to waste.”

She exclaimed gratefully and you looked at her with a piercing gaze.

“You better not.”

You warned her, causing a cold shiver to run up and down Yuqi’s spine. Suddenly she was hyperaware of what she had to lose, and an uncomfortable, tingling sensation settled in her stomach. She really had to get this right.

“You have my word. Your trust has always been the most important thing to me and knowing that I have managed to break it will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.”

Yuqi admitted with regret and you nodded slightly as if you were satisfied with her answer before standing up.

“I think we’ve said everything that needed to be said. I’m going to bed now.”

You concluded while walking towards the bedroom. Yuqi, on the other hand, kept sitting on the couch, feeling like you hadn’t said everything that needed to be said because she had no idea where the two of you were standing right now. Was she allowed to follow you? Was she supposed to give you space tonight? Indecisively, she wriggled about on the couch for a while until she decided that she should rather be safe than sorry. Therefore, she only walked into the bedroom to grab her pillow and a blanket while feeling your gaze on her before returning to the living room again. With a slight pout on her face, she made her bed on the couch until your sudden voice almost startled her to death.

“Yuqi, I appreciate the gesture, but just come to bed. Otherwise, you’ll only have backpain tomorrow.”

You were standing in the doorframe to your bedroom with your arms crossed and Yuqi looked at you with wide eyes.

“Are you sure?”

She asked insecurely to make sure that this was really what you wanted.

“Yes. I mean you’re not allowed to cuddle, but I’ll survive having you in my bed.”

You replied and Yuqi couldn’t help but to smile a bit. This almost felt like the usual banter that you always had after a minor fight when you were still mad at her but weren’t able to hide your caring nature. Without hesitation Yuqi leaped to her feet and followed you into the bedroom with her blanket and pillow under her arms. All of a sudden she didn’t fell as anxious anymore as before. She was sure that if she only worked hard enough, she could remind you again of who she really was. The love that the two of you shared was one of a kind and Yuqi believed firmly that it was strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

Shuhua

It had taken Shuhua almost all night to calm down again. Anxiously, she had walked in circles in the living room while tearing her hair in despair. How was she supposed to fix this? The look of betrayal in your eyes had burned into her brain, making her believe that the only way to gain back your trust was by building a time machine. As the sun began to rise, however, also the darkness inside of her started to fade and very slowly, she was able to think rationally again. There was no use in panicking; what was done was done. It was highly unlikely that someone would invent a time machine in time to fix this, so she had to try to clean the mess that she had created herself. Therefore, she called her members as soon as it was a somewhat acceptable time to disturb their morning to ask for their advice. All of them agreed that Shuhua was an idiot and that they would kill her if she didn’t manage to make it up to you. But all of them also agreed that the best way to gain your forgiveness was to talk to you when you were ready. Shuhua wanted to convince them that it would be best to persistently show you her remorse as soon as possible, but no one agreed with that. The members told her to let you set the pace and Shuhua very reluctantly gave in to their advice.

Still, she decided that it wouldn’t harm to ask you today whether you were already willing to talk. Equipped with your favorite snacks and a teddy bear, she drove to your best friend’s place because she was sure that you had sought sanctuary there. She figured that her guess had been right when she could hear agitated whispering behind the door after she had knocked three times. For a moment she was worried that you wouldn’t open the door, because she was able to hear the voices for quite some time, yet no one granted her access. Eventually the door swung open though and Shuhua found herself standing face to face with you.

“What do you want?”

You asked quite unenthusiastically and Shuhua physically felt hit by your words, causing her to take a step back. Never had you sounded so cold before, but she figured that she deserved that.

“I’m here to apologize and ask whether you’re willing to talk about everything with me.”

Shuhua tried to sound confident, but her voice more came out as a whisper. Your piercing gaze didn’t really help with her nervousness either, so instead of giving a great speech, Shuhua simply held out the teddy bear and the snacks to you. For a moment, you eyed the gifts before looking at her again.

“Do you think that can make up for everything?”

Defensively, you crossed your arms and suddenly Shuhua regretted having brought such cheesy gifts.

“No of course not. I just thought it would be rude to show up emptyhanded and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

She mumbled while quickly hiding her hands behind her back. Slowly, her nervousness turned into the anxiety again that she had already felt last night as her thoughts seemingly raced with 300 mph through her mind. She felt completely helpless and could not recall a single tip that her members had given her earlier.

“Didn’t you want to apologize?”

You asked eventually, causing Shuhua to snap her head up to look at you after simply having stared into a void for probably a whole minute. She didn’t know whether she was just imagining things now, but for some reason she felt like your gaze wasn’t quite as stern anymore. Your question didn’t sound snappish either, but more like you wanted to help her to regain her composure. Shuhua didn’t know whether she was persuading herself of those things because she was close to having a nervous breakdown, but either way, it helped. Slowly, her thoughts stopped hopscotching through her mind, and she felt somewhat confident to tell you what she had come here for.

“That’s right. I wanted to tell you how incredibly sorry I am for everything that has happened last night. I was wrong all along. And I can’t even tell you what has gotten into me to slap you. I want you to know that I feel terrible. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I would never purposely hurt you...I-“

Shuhua hadn’t even noticed that she had started crying until it became more and more difficult to speak and she could suddenly feel a sensation on her arm. To her surprise she realized that you had reached out to squeeze her arm comfortingly and she had never wanted to be pulled into your embrace more than right now.

“I know that it isn’t in your nature to solve things with violence. But you’ve still hurt me yesterday; more emotionally than physically though. And that’s going to take a while to heal.”

You stated and Shuhua nodded understandingly.

“What does that mean for us though?”

She asked, feeling like she would rather have you break up with her than not knowing what the two of you were.

“I think we should take things slow. I don’t want to break up with you, but I feel like we have some things to resolve before going back to where we were. This whole fight yesterday had to stem from somewhere...”

You replied, causing Shuhua to sigh in relief. She wouldn’t mind taking things slow for a while as long as she was still your girlfriend.

“Ok.”

She agreed and for the first time today, you smiled at her.

“Ok then, it’s settled. Go home now and buy some breakfast on your way. You look terrible- no offense. I’ll text you later.”

You chuckled, causing Shuhua to gasp before touching her face and realizing that it was all puffy. Sulkily, she pouted, but your cheeky expression also made her giggle silently. Maybe the two of you weren’t quite where you had left off yet, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Shuhua knew that she couldn’t let something like last night happen again- neither for your nor for her sake. So she needed some time to get to the bottom of it. Maybe she could even be a better girlfriend in the end and that’s all she really wanted: to make you happier than any other person on the planet.

[fandom-monium]

fuck shit i loved unrivaled but can we please get jealous reader? like maybe everyones on a mission and spencer has to flirt with someone?? the target??? thank you keep doing what you do!! <3

Established Relationship Rivalry

Summary: In which you really don't like Spencer talking to other girls... or assassins. "Shut your mouth, before I do it for you."

WC: 1.8k

TW: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, Jealous!Reader, companion piece to Unrivaled but not a sequel, pining (?), fluff and angst(?), established relationships RIVALRY, more reader-centric sorry, ft. Entropy Cat Adams that bitch (derogatory), a darker side of Mysterious!Reader comes to light

⏤

You sit at the bar a few seats down from JJ, watching Spencer at the corner of your eye as he puts on a show of settling into the velvet booth. 

The restaurant is fancy, the kind you take your significant other, or in this case, invite your ‘high end’ date to gain their trust, lure them in. Your vision swims at its dark red scheme and slightly dim lights, but it’s not too much that you don’t notice how good Spencer looks in his new suit, something he’s recently taken up. The blazer’s dark against his light skin, his purple tie is in a lopsided knot, and he even combed his hair a little. 

You sigh. If only you weren’t on the job, you’d stare as much as you’d want. It seems you’re not the only one who’s noticed either, surrounding patrons stealing glances at Spencer despite most of them with company.

You decide suits might be your favorite on him. It’s definitely up there.

But as the wine glass threatens to crack between your fingers, you weigh the possibility that maybe⏤just maybe⏤you should reel in your emotions, because you might actually get yourself kicked off the operation.

Now, you’re not jealous. Seriously.

This isn’t jealousy. Spencer and you aren’t even like that. Like, yeah you care about each other (more than what would be considered platonic), but you’re not together together, and there’s certainly not this weird, unspoken agreement that neither of you are to be ‘involved’ with others. Because that would imply you have feelings. More specifically, non-platonic feelings for someone you’re just not ready to admit to.

Then Catherine Adams enters the arena.

Her strides are short, almost dainty, and if you were a less experienced profiler you’d think that she was a normal woman, shy and awkward as any first date would be.

But you know each footstep is calculated, controlled. A perfected facade built on years of practice.

Other than respecting her abilities, you don’t know how to feel about her. From what little you guys could gather from her file, she is little… psycho.

So no, you’re not jealous. 

You’re not jealous when she exchanges shy smiles with Spencer. 

You’re not jealous when she invades his personal bubble. Or when she gropes him for his gun.

No, this isn’t jealousy that burns in your stomach. Oh no no no.

This is fury, your eyes stinging with barely contained rage. And as you imagine the eight different ways you could amputate Adam’s hands with a butterknife (there’s plenty within arms length, you could reach it), it takes Hotch’s stern voice for you to lower it to a simmer.

“(Your Name), calm down,” he crackles into your earpiece.

Hoping to dissuade from yourself, you cover a sickly sweet smile behind your glass, your canines glinting in the light. “Hotch, please, I’m the epitome of calm and collected.”

“We can literally see your teeth grinding on cams, and if we can see it, Cat Adam’s will too⏤”

You huff.

“Now calm down. You look more like a disgruntled divorcee than a satisfied customer.”

Okay, harsh. You almost reply indignantly before you catch JJ’s gaze, her blue eyes warm with enough understanding that it makes your shoulders relax. As much as you appreciate her, you’re supposed to be strangers in this restaurant. She can’t even mouth to you without giving you both away, blowing your covers⏤

“...tell Blondie McBlonderson over there at the bar to disappear.”

⏤cover. Welp. There goes that plan.

Immediately you lower your gaze to the rim of your glass, keeping the bitch in your peripheral as JJ clenches her jaw and slides off her stool, trudging off to the kitchen. It’s a chess match; Cat picks each of you off as if you’re pawns, sacrificial pieces, bait, until the restaurant is clear and Morgan, Lewis, and you remain. Gun raised, you try not to sneer as Lewis cuffs the Bomber’s hands behind her back, leading her and the civilians outside. 

“Guess we’re right back where we started. You and me with a gun,” Adams huffs, her tone betraying nothing. Your anger spikes as she grips Reid like a human shield. “Although, I didn’t think I’d get the chance to see you.” She stares across the room at Morgan…and you.

She’s looking directly at you.

You frown. “Do I know you?”

Adams snorts, adjusting Reid in front of her, “No, I guess not. Last time we met was years ago, and you were a whole other person at the time. I barely even recognized you.” Her eyes trail over your figure, and your skin crawls as her lips stretch into a cruel smile. A threat. “But you never forget your first, right?”

Oh. Oh.

Oh no.

In the blink of an eye, you pull the hammer of your firearm, its click echoing through the empty restaurant louder than it should have. Your lips pull back in a snarl, “Shut your mouth, before I do it for you.” 

Her response: a cheshire grin in return.

Huh. You hadn’t used that tone in what feels like forever, your voice laced with the promise of silence and death. It doesn’t feel as foreign as you hoped, and the realization wrenches your gut as you pretend not to notice Reid and Morgan’s scrutinizing gaze, eyes full of questions. Questions you really don’t want to answer. Not now.

Preferably not ever.

So you redirect everyone’s attention back to the situation at hand. It takes little prompting, considering Adams is holding a gun to Reid’s face, and it’s not long when Morgan convinces her to surrender. Like a shadow, you trail behind Morgan as Reid hauls her to the prison transport, your eyes burning a hole in the back of her head.

As Reid steps away, as he quietly settles next to you, before Morgan shuts the truck’s double doors Adams catches your eye. Her eyes glisten as her body shudders from hiccups. But she grins at you, wide enough to make your stomach squirm.

You flip her the bird in return.  

For the rest of the night you act natural, keeping your head down. You don’t leave right away, because nothing screams ‘something’s wrong’ than ditching everyone, so you passively agree to check on Garcia despite your grim mood. But at the sight of her, inebriated as she aggressively tells everyone how she loves them⏤loves you⏤you can’t help the tiny smile that spreads across your face (mostly because she’s pinching your cheeks). 

Even if she doesn’t mean to, Garcia manages to brighten your day, and you love her more for that.

After bidding your farewells (swallowing when Morgan shoots you a look that says, ‘this isn’t over’), you walk side by side with Reid, trudging through the tense atmosphere until you realize with a tight chest: he escorted you to your car. For a moment, you both stand at the driver’s side door, a beat of silence passing as you shakily pull out your keys. 

His hands, stuffed in his pockets, clench and unclench as his jaw sets. He’s yet to look you in the eye but you know, and for once you pray⏤to the universe, to whatever deities are out there, to Karma⏤that he’ll let this go, drop the subject. Hopefully never bring it up.

But this is Spencer we’re talking about. He’s your… friend. He’s confused and concerned and he wants to help some way, somehow.

So as you unlock your car, as his lips part, you don’t give him the chance, shoving away your dread. 

“You wanna get dinner?” It comes rushed, fear trickling into your voice. You hope he doesn’t notice. (He does.)

Spencer blinks at you, his mouth agape. “What?”

“It’s just,” You lick your lips, tugging thick air into your lungs as your body screams to run. Your eyes dart from his, looking at the ground, your car, the scuffs on your shoes, and you hate yourself, knowing Spencer notices all of it. “It’s a shame we didn’t get the chance to eat at that expensive restaurant, ya know? It was paid for too.”

Please, don’t ask. Please, don’t ask. 

“...That’s true.” His tone is scarily neutral. 

Looking up, you’re taken aback as he turns away to round the hood of your car to the passenger side door. “What do you think of thai for tonight?” 

You stammer a response, something along the lines of ‘uh⏤yeah, sounds good’ as you clamber into the car after him, fumbling to insert your key into the ignition. Your nerves only worsen by the second as you drive off into the dark, the only sounds coming from the rev of the engine and your heart thundering in your ears. Up ahead the traffic light changes, slowing you to a stop. You glance at Spencer, his purple tie red from the light, his side profile softly outlined in its harsh glow. He remains deathly quiet.

The silent treatment, huh. If he thinks reverse psychology is going to work on you...

He’d be absolutely right. His silence is deafening.

You turn to him, “Spencer⏤”

“You don’t have to.” Your breath catches in your throat, his lips parting and closing as he stumbles for the right words, “I mean, not right now. I-I know this isn’t the best time, but at some point we’re going to have to talk about it. So whenever you’re ready, I⏤” He clears his throat, twisting in his seat and meeting your eyes. His eyes gleam, earnest even in the dark. 

“We’ll be here for you.”

You can’t help gawking at him. Because Spencer’s eyes are inquisitive and kind⏤always have been⏤but right now they’re trained on you, and your face burns as your heart swells. You’re suffocating.

Because you want to tell him⏤all of them.

But fear clutches your heart.

White-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, you face the road again, blinking through unshed tears. “Thank you.”

Spencer nods, relaxing back into his seat. You’re relieved your answer’s enough for now.

The light turns green and you speed off. The grim night turns a little brighter as you fall back into routine with Spencer, the tension slowly lifting, your stomach, once filled with lead, now stuffed with thai food.

You’ll deal with Cat Adams later. She’s behind bars, so you doubt it’ll be anytime soon. You laugh as Spencer curses, soiling another pair of chopsticks when they hit the floor. Yes, you’ll deal with her when you’re ready.

That is, until you’re stopped by another red light.

⏤

AN: no cap i hesitated posting this because i realized after finishing its less of a Spencer Reid x Reader and more a reader-centric. i wanted to establish that reader has a whole backstory sorryyyy i hope yall like it anyway :)))

if you didnt notice, unless stated otherwise almost all my oneshots and FtH are tied together by Mysterious!Reader. yall dont have to but if you read them it helps understand reader better??

[parkjimin1010smuts]

Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung  have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person. 

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary.  It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow. 

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

~•~•~☆~•~•~☆~•~•~☆~•~•~☆~•~•~☆~•~•

Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with  three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

~¤~¤~♡~¤~¤~♡~¤~¤~♡~¤~¤~♡~¤~¤~♡

The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you  shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your  mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning.  I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!”  you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation.  When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung  unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around  Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

[space-mermaid-writing]

House Arrest [Reader X Loki] Chapter 3

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

Read it on AO3

Chapter 3: Nighttime pancakes

The next few days you got to know everything a little better: The tower, the Avengers - as far as they were present and showed themselves - and the rest of the staff that you ran into from time to time. You also discovered that the tower had its own training halls. Actually this was just logical given the team that lives here. Often when you were out and about in the building, you got the faint feeling of being watched. It was a little disturbing, but you dismissed it by saying that the environment was still new to you. Also, you had learned that JARVIS had access to all the public rooms and most of them were probably video monitored too. You weren’t sure about your own quarters yet, but you were also not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Unfortunately the nights are very long, because you sleep very badly here. Despite the short time, you miss walking outside, through the streets, and besides, you are used to a rather strict daily routine. Sure, it's nice to switch off for a few days and not have to do anything. A little vacation, so to speak. But you're someone who soon gets bored with that. You chose a profession that requires you to spend hours running around the kitchen, preparing dishes and finishing orders for a reason after all. The price of your now lazy life is that you toss and turn in your bed at night without really being tired. Maybe there are some additional worries that keep you awake. For example, the Hydra question that was still unresolved.

This night you turn from side to side again, sighing, and at some point take a look at the digital alarm clock. Its digits glowing a light red in the darkness. It's three in the morning. Or night. Depending on how you see it. After a few more unsuccessful tries to sleep, you give up and decide to roam the halls a bit. Just walking around and stretching your legs. Outside, it's quiet. Only the soft whirring of some working machines can be heard. The corridors are discreetly lit, so you have no trouble finding your way, which leads you into the large lobby. It’s actually the first time since your arrival that you find it completely empty. Still, you have the familiar feeling that you are not alone. Jarvis probably never sleeps.

Out of habit, you end up in the kitchen and take a bored look into the fridge. Nothing in there appeals to you, but you're not really hungry either. Not even for a little snack. Still, you feel like cooking. Maybe pancakes. You could eat them for breakfast later. Without thinking too long about it, you get a bowl from the cupboard and tie an apron around yourself, which you have obligatory lying here by now. Flour, milk and eggs are quickly mixed and a few other ingredients are added for flavor. You put some butter in a pan on the stove. When it became liquid, you start to fry the first pancake and gradually got more and more, so that you quickly have a respectable pile together. Quietly, you hum to yourself.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been here at this hour”, you suddenly hear an unfamiliar voice behind you. Surprised, you whirl around, holding a knife that had been lying next to the stove. A dark-haired man in a green shirt is standing by the kitchen island, watching your actions curiously. When he sees the knife, he raises both hands to calm you down. On each of his arms you notice a narrow silver hoop with a red dot flashing. You hadn't heard a door, and you're not sure how long he's been standing there. "What’s your deal? Can’t sleep?", you ask him. "Just like you apparently." You raise an eyebrow and set the knife aside as the pancakes demand your attention. "You're Loki, aren't you?" It's more of a statement than a question, and the man nods. "And you're the archer's sister", he respond, which makes you in turn nod. "I‘m Y/N, pleasure to meet you." "You don't often hear that as a prisoner", he says amused, but still keeps eye on you, waiting for your reaction. "Heard about it. I guess we're sitting in the same boat." "Oh, really?" "Well, I probably won't be tasered right away if I try to leave the building." "Probably?", Loki follows up. "Yeah, I'm not entirely sure about that."

You talk for a while until you hear the elevator ping quietly in the lobby. But you're not paying attention right now, as you're busy scraping the last bit of dough out of the bowl and then turning off the stove. "Would you like some?" you ask Loki, turning to him only to find that he has disappeared. Taken aback, you turn your attention to the room next door, where you hear muffled voices. Then the door opens. "THAT'S what I call a nice welcome," Clint grins, looking at the stack of pancakes. "Brother dear", you greet him equally pleased and surprised at his unexpected appearing. Smiling, you walk up to him and hug him. Along with him, Steve Rogers, whom you've also already seen on the news as Captain America, came in. He seems a little confused at first, but after you fill him in on who you are, he welcomes you as well.

"What are you doing here?" your brother then asks you. "You can see that. I'm making breakfast for you." "No, I mean, what are you doing here?" He specifies the question with a gesture that included all the surroundings as well as the Tower. "Oh..." It's clearly too middle of the night for you to be that precise. In a few words, you explain your situation. Clint has some encouraging words for you, but can understand that you are not enthusiastic. "At least we can get more on each other's nerves again. Why don't you start right now and join us while we eat?", he laugh, putting his arm around your shoulder in a brotherly fashion as he pushes you toward the stove. You have to laugh, too. "You mean while you eat my breakfast." "Exactly." You go get two plates from the cupboard and serve the men each a good stack of pancakes with maple syrup. They thank you and the group of you make yourselves comfortable at the kitchen island. "Where and how do you guys usually eat here?", you ask in the meantime. "We each order our own food. Probably have a flat rate with all the suppliers in the neighborhood," Clint explains. Steves' gaze is on you questioningly. "Don't you want some pancakes, too?" "In the middle of the night? No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Then why did you made them, if you don't mind me asking?" "I knew you'd come and could use something in your stomach", you reply with a serious expression, to which Steve shoots first you and then your brother a scrutinizing look. He’d seen enough weird shit while working with the Avengers to take such a statement quite seriously. And he wonders whether you, unlike Hawkeye, have superpowers. But only until you can no longer stifle the broad grin, because his facial expression is just too funny.

Before you can say anything, though, Clint interjects. "As siblings, we've just developed some sort of telepathic ability." You nod in agreement. "Exactly. That's how I always know when he's going to say something stupid and deserve a head butt." "To be honest, I never heard him talk about you before”, Steve admits. "See”, you wink, "It‘s working out just fine." You laugh, and while they continue to eat, Clint tells you about the mission they just came from.

Afterwards, you put another stack of pancakes on a plate to take it with you back to the lobby. "Hungry now, are you?", your brother asks you, clearly tired after the long journey and at this late hour. Just as the super soldier. "Maybe”, you answer shortly and wish them both a good night. The greeting comes back double and you head into the large lobby with the elevators. "Jarvis?" "Yes, Miss Barton?" "Where is Loki's apartment?", you ask the computer. "You are not exactly authorized to receive this information." "I just want to get him something to eat."

You raise the plate in your hands a little higher and apparently your answer is analyzed, because for a few seconds there is silence. But then you get the information you want and are directed to the door you are looking for. It was on another floor and at the end of a long corridor.

You knock, but at first there is no response. So you try again. "Come on, my prince, I know you're not asleep and it's rude to leave a lady at a locked door." You hear an amused sound from the other side and shortly after the door is opened. With his arms crossed, Loki stands before you. "It's also rude to disturb a prince in the middle of the night, M’Lady", he replies. "Rude would be to refuse a dinner from a lady. Especially when she personally hands it to you", you add, giving him the plate. It's impossible for you to tell if he's amused or annoyed as he looks from you to the pancakes in his hand. "I never said I wanted any“, he states. "But you didn't say you didn't want them, either. Just give them a try. I'm pretty good at cooking." With that, you turn to go. "Good night, dear prince," you wish him, but without turning around. So you miss the grin on Loki's face as he closes the door.

[sparkling-moonbeam]

Xiao x Reader (Genshin Impact)                 🍀A Subject🍀

A/N: It’s been a while since I posted something so here’s a Xiao one. Sorry, it took a while but I’ll try me best to write more since vacation is now here. Reader is gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy reading!

🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐🍀🍀💐

Black smokes and a pair of golden eyes. It’s the first thing that caught your eye as you arrived in the rooftop of the Wangshu Inn, a place that the traveler recommended on you as you told them you’re planning to go to Liyue, looking for a subject to sketch. The traveler warned you on the dangers you might encounter, making sure to remind you to call a friend of theirs in times of great danger and when you try to questioned it:

“He knows what to do. He’s an adeptus, a protector of Liyue,” they stated.

“Like a Knight of Favonious?” you questioned.

“You can say that…except the fact he works directly for their archon and really held great responsibility for the duties that the Geo archon laid upon him,” they explained further. “Oh and, please don’t forget to call him in case of danger. His name is-”

“Xiao.”

You uttered, staring into his golden eyes. You notice the black smokes surrounding him, you don’t know if it’s the effect of the teleportation he used or something else. You also take note of the spear he’s holding, the color same with the tips of his upfront hair. The once peaceful feeling on the terrace suddenly disappearing as the intense tension in the air completely evaporated it.

“How do you know my name?” He questioned, eyes squinting in suspicion. “You don’t seem like a citizen here. State your business.”

You blinked, “I-I’m from Mondstadt, I’m a friend of the traveler that-”

“The traveler, you say?”

As soon as he heard that, his whole demeanor changed. The black smokes slowly disappearing into thin air, clearing the whole tension that build up earlier. His grip on the spear relaxing a bit as he continues to inspect you.

“Did they send you here?”

His eyes remained looking at you carefully, maybe taking notes of your actions and what you might be up to. If not for mentioning the traveler, you might be in great danger now. Thank the Archons, the traveler warned you and lend you their knowledge for this trip.

“Not…exactly.” You answered, smiling slightly as you try to explain your reason. “You see, I came here because I need a new subject-”

“For what?”

“…Sketching an art. The traveler just assisted me on the things I should know before going here. They told me about you and to call you if ever I face something..really dangerous?”

He didn’t move an inch after your explanation. His lips remained in a straight line as he stared at you, processing your words before flipping his spear into the air which quickly disappeared in a blink. The movement making you flinch a little.

“The traveler’s right. In any case that you face something dangerous ahead, call my name. I’ll take care of it.”

He turned his back at you, looking at the view on the terrace as if scrutinizing every place around the inn. You watched as the wind blew, his hair dancing with it as the leaves on the tree fell into the terrace. You gently tiptoed to the side, not really going near him as it might put you in a bad situation. The sun reflecting half of his face add effects on what you were witnessing just right now. His gold eyes looking seriously but also faraway. You notice how the tips of his hair and his eyes seems to glow, you thought it might be because of the shade of the tree and the sun. His pale lips never moving an inch, remaining still like before.

You were too busy taking notes of everything you’re seeing. It’s perfect, way too perfect, in all honestly. The timing, the lighting and him, it’s pretty. A beautiful sight that you’re actually witnessing right now. A smile escaped your lips as you were taken in by the view. Fascinating.

“What are you still doing here?”

You blinked as he took a glance at you. All of your thoughts moving away for a second. Your smile turning into an awkward one as you thought he caught you looking too intensely at him.

“N-Nothing.” You tried to laugh, fixing your gaze into his gold orbs. “I just…really wanted to stay for a while. I mean, the scenery here is breathe taking like really breathe taking.”

He blinked slightly, confusion filling his eyes as he continued to look at you. You’re being weird in his eyes; your actions are too baffling for him. “You should go somewhere. Liyue has more places to offer with breath taking views. Don’t come near me as it might bring you in danger.”

Your head tilted in confusion, looking at him with a blank stare. “I don’t get it.”

“What?”

“I mean, you told me to call you whenever there’s danger and yet you threat yourself as a danger too. Aren’t you the protector of this city, Liyue?”

He scoffed. “You know there’s different kind of protectors, right?”

“Oh, so you mean like a vigilant or something. You’re like that?” you questioned; your voice fills with curiosity.

“Yes. Now, stay away-”

“But still, you’re just doing your duty right?” You cut him off unexpectedly. “Regardless of how evil or dangerous your actions are in your eyes, at the end of the day, it’s for the safety of the people here.”

He looked away, “You don’t get it, it’s much more complicated than that.”

You smiled, sitting down as you grab your sketching materials from your bag. “Can you explain it to me then?”

He sighed, “It’s something hard to-”

He stopped as soon as he saw you sitting down, a brush and a piece of paper in front of you as you were surrounded by brushes. At first, he was confused at what you were doing then it hits him.

“Are you secretly just keeping me distracted by talking to me?”

You hummed, glancing at him. “Not really, I’m curious too but I won’t pass any opportunity to sketch something…remarkable.”

“You’re wasting your time. Like what I said, there’s a whole lot of places than-”

“Say, can I…interest you into something?”

He looked at you in confusion. His eyes eyeing your brushes and other materials on the floor. You’re cutting his words, usually it was him that always cut someone off. It’s amusing, he thought but you’re being bizarre on your actions as time goes by. It’s not unusual for him to find a really determined and hard-headed mortals and you give off the same aura, except that you’re not begging him to give you wealth or something.

“Hello?” He snapped to reality as he heard your voice. You smiled as his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay?”

He closed his eyes; you should be no exception still. A mere mortal like you can’t get close too much to him or you’ll suffer, sooner and later.

“Get all of your stuff and leave.”

You lean back to the railings of the terrace, a sad smile forming your lips as you sighed. “Don’t I really stand a chance?”

“I told you, no.”

“Even if you’re the subject?”

His eyebrows knitted. “What? Do you really think that would make a difference?”

You chuckled. “Look, I’m trying. I’m not a good persuader like the traveler.”

He sighed, “You’re hopeless.”

A laughter escaped your lips on his remark. He looked at you as you laugh. He was never one for jokes, that meant to be an insult, he thought. Why are you laughing so light-heartedly? He wanted to ask you but you seem like you’re really having your time laughing and for some reason, he don’t want to disturb you. It’s the first time someone laughed at his comment with no any sign of malicious intent or hurt.

“Alright, I’m fine.” You fix yourself, fixing your throat for a second to stop yourself from laughing. “But seriously, don’t you wanted to see yourself in-”

“I’m not interested. A common behaviour of mortals like you was to always look for something priceable. I assumed you’re just going to sell it in high price anyway.”

You gasped in exaggeration, clutching your heart in a jokingly manner as you look at him. “That’s a very harmful stereotype to the people out there!”

“It was a normal act for mortals,” he deadpanned.

You hummed, “I mean, you’re not entirely wrong…”

“Because it’s what they are.”

You looked at the sky, thinking about what he said. “Say, do you have some deep grudge against these mortals?”

“Don’t call them like you’re not a part of them,” he stated.

You pouted. “I’m just asking.”

“Stop asking then.”

A sigh escaped your lips. “I don’t really sell some of my works, I only sell paintings or sketches of sceneries. It’s different when it’s personal.”

“Personal?”

“Something that really caught my eye, you know. Like what they said, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whenever I see those moments, I keep them or sometimes I gave them to the people I shared the memories with. So…”

You looked at him, a warm smile on your lips. “I’ll give it to you once I’m done.”

He turned to you with a puzzled look, “What benefit is there for you then?”

“Connection with different people.”

“You should get close too much-”

“I know. Just let me sketch you and the scenery, then we’re finished,” you stated.

“Will you keep-”

“It’s a deal. I will keep those words.”

He looked at you intently as he tried to decipher your mind but no matter how he tried to looked at you, his curiosity just eats him more. You’re a weird one, he wanted to tell you but instead he kept it in his mind. He has a feeling you’ll just laugh again anyways.

He looked away. “Fine, just do it quickly.”

You cheered before picking up your brush again. “If I do it quickly, I won’t caught it perfectly.”

“You’re the one who wanted this,” he stated.

You pursed your lips. “It’s not my fault if I found my subject earlier than I anticipated.”

He glanced at you for a second before returning his gaze to the scenery ahead of him. He took note of the orange hue of the sky and the cold breeze of the wind. He closed his eyes as a thought entered his mind.

Maybe he can let this one slide.

[pleasantanathema]

Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Sins of the Past

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of violence, mentions of character death, enemies to lovers, angst, and eventual smut (don’t worry, it’ll come sooner than you think).

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: As promised, here’s chapter two! Chapter three will take a little longer to come your way as I have a final thesis due in a few days. Also, I promise that I’ll give answers to things that have happened in the past between Reiner and reader. Just gotta wait for the right time to reveal it all. 💕

Previous Chapter | Masterlist | Next Chapter

          Reiner laid flat on his back, chest twisting with melancholy as he eyed the lazy ceiling fan. He couldn’t sleep even if he tried, not with the day’s events still so fresh in his mind. Everything happened too quickly, a whirling rush of movements and decisions that left him caught in a purgatory of past and present. When Zeke had kicked your head into the floor, Reiner instinctively put pressure on the trigger of the gun squeezed too tightly in his hand. He wondered if things would be easier if he had taken the situation into his own hands and not let you live to torment him another day.

           Though, he knew the ghost and the guilt would haunt him even more than your living presence.

           That saying was rolling around in his brain, the one his mother always used to recite whenever he’d get into mischief as a child, be sure your sins will find you out.

           Well, they had, and one of his biggest regrets was now asking him about fucking Marco Bott. How long had it been since he heard that name? The Scouts had stopped muttering it even before the boy’s blood ran cold. He still remembered the smell of gun smoke, remembered how Bertie had fallen into his chest and cried at the horror of it all.

           But there was nothing new to be said about that past, yet even still, Reiner feared that you already knew what had been left unsaid.

           He hadn’t even bothered to undress, just let his weight sink into his mattress until his restlessness got the better of him. He knew his agonies would call to be smothered, that his frustrations would lead to him marching down the same hallway to face the inquiries of an equally troubled mind.

           He debated going to Zeke first. He knew his comrades would still be up in the meeting room, sleep and disgust in their eyes. Last he checked in, the Chief had Bertie scribbling on the whiteboard as he threw out all the notions and ideas that they had on how to break you down, on what you could possibly know that would be of interest to them. Reiner hadn’t stayed long enough to watch the black ink dry—he didn’t want them to pry into his time with you. He’d told them just enough: you didn’t give him anything worthwhile other than admitting you might speak if you were fed information from their side as well. When he’d left, the last thing written out in bold letters was a list of lies to feed you.

           Reiner was going to end this shit. One way or another, you were going to disappear from his life again; he was going to throw you back into the sea of the past where you belonged, dead or alive.

           A sick pride boiled inside of him as he saw the shock and fear spread across your pretty face as he threw open the heavy metal door. Good, you should be scared of him.

           He spoke your name with a bitterness he’d become too familiar with, dragging a chair from against the wall to sit directly in front of your iron cage.

           He’d only been gone a few hours, yet you already looked more tired, a little more frail, like if he screamed too loudly you might melt into a puddle where you sat on the floor.

           Too much time alone with nasty thoughts can make you weak, that much he knew all too well.

           He cleared his throat, cracking his knuckles beneath his fist, “Listen to me. You talk now, and maybe I’ll be merciful and kill you quickly before the others get the chance to come pick at your bones.”

           “You know my stipulation, Braun,” he watched your eyes narrow, determination coating your voice, “answer my question and I’ll answer yours. Let me die knowing the truth about—”

           “There is no truth about Marco.”

           “I know you had something to do with it. I kept finding holes in your story, and now that I know who you really are, I have no doubt that there’s something you aren’t telling me.”

           An angry sigh rushed out of his nose. He didn’t know what he was thinking coming back here so soon, why did he ever suspect that you’d ease up on this issue? He should’ve known that all your disdain for him began when that idiot got himself killed.

           “Marco was cute and clumsy, you know that. He was in the wrong place at the wrong—”

           “No, he wasn’t!” you sat up on your knees, shackled hands shaking, “I trained that kid myself. I know he knew how to use his gear; I know he wouldn’t just…he couldn’t have gotten into that situation alone.”

           “You’re running out of time. Stop wasting your breath on something as useless as Marco Bott.”

           He could tell there were more words brewing in your mouth, but you were swallowing them down.

           Reiner leaned his elbows on his knees, burdensome back hunching as he debated what to do here. He watched you closely for a moment, saw how you were constantly shifting your weight, fidgeting with the cuffs around your wrists. Bruises were blooming on your skin, especially around the tender flesh of your fingers where he had crushed them earlier. A vile mixture of remorse and compassion spread down his nerves at the sight of you.

           “My friends don’t know I’m here,” he admitted, observing how your still brilliant eyes looked up at him.

           “I was once your friend, you know.”

           You spoke the words so slowly, so dolefully that he actually felt them begin to pierce at his heart.

           “We were never friends.”

           That much, he knew, was a lie.

━━━─── • ───━━━

          “Reiner,” your tongue pressed against the back of your teeth as you stared into his golden eyes. He felt dangerous, fingers mean against your flesh, digging into your thigh, petting at the column of your throat.

           But you felt protected, secure, your hands threatening to tear at the buttons of his shirt from how tightly you clung to him. You craved a comfort that you’d come to find from being pressed against his body.

           “I’d kill someone for you, I hope you know that.”

           You wondered if the same memory was playing in his mind, behind his older, more noble face. You felt them, the sins of your past, like a heavy string binding the two of you together in this cold room. You knew there were feelings you could tug on, emotions that could have you both tumbling to the floor and wishing that the past could be washed away. But there were too many scars, too many faults that bound you together, wounds that time could not heal.

           And you knew your time was running thin.

           Selfishness reared its ugly head. You wanted to live, you needed to get back to Paradis, back into the arms of the people you loved. You didn’t want to die because of your stubbornness, or out of some forged loyalty that you knew friends would even give up if it meant being together one last time.

           “We know about the arms trading,” you conceded, head hanging low.

           You heard his chair scrape against the floor as he sat to attention.

           “How?”

           You thought about all the carefully considered words that you’d played in your mind earlier. You couldn’t give too much, but you had to lay enough on the table to make yourself valuable, to perhaps make yourself trustworthy. You needed to sprinkle lies into the truth, give a little in hopes of taking a lot.

           “Not everyone knows. It has been an investigative project I’ve been working on with Erwin and Miche…” you sucked in a deep breath, eyes closing, “we only figured it out because it came up as we were inquiring into the legitimacy of the President of Paradis. We’re pretty sure he’s a pawn, that there’s some untouchable group of aristocrats pulling his strings and ruling the nation from the shadows.”

           You waited patiently to see if he had any remarks, but the brooding man before you stayed silent. You could feel the weight of his gaze, scrutinizing, curious, perhaps disappointed that you’d be willing to give away secrets so easily.

           “That’s what you can give to Yeager. Tell him that…tell him that I’m tired of working and killing for a government that I can’t trust, whose true intentions I don’t know. Tell him I’m willing to work with him.”

           “And why would he be interested in that? You’re much more valuable as an information source than an agent.”

           You finally lifted your face to him then, a bold trepidation creeping over your skin.

           It was now or never.

           “Reiner, what I have to say next is something I’ve saved only for you. You can do with it what you will, but I beg of you, be careful with it. This could hurt you as much as it could hurt me in the long run.”

           Part of you expected him to leave again, to bristle at the thought of hearing something he doesn’t want to know.

           But he stayed, brows wrinkling together as he studied you before him. You felt like a beggar at his feet, spreading out all you carried in hopes that it was enough to appease the executioner before you.

           “Tell me,” he demanded, “though I make no promises to keep it silent.”

           You felt your courage implode. You almost wanted to gobble up your information and let it rest inside you forever to be gnawed at by your conscience.

           But if there were any fragments left of the man you once knew, of the Reiner Braun who had once held you so dearly, you knew that he would latch on to your words.

           “Zeke—your war chief—is working with Paradis. He’s plotting something so devious that even Erwin can’t pinpoint what it is, but we are certain he has contacts within the government that go beyond securing weapons for Marley.”

           You took a moment to pause, to let what you were saying sink into that thick skull of his.

           “Reiner, something seriously fucked up is going to happen if we don’t figure out what’s happening. And what’s happening is bigger than us—it’s bigger than all the shit we’ve been through. Help me, or it will be more than just me dying.”

You surveyed him as he straightened his broad shoulders, rolling them like a predator who was examining his prey. You’d just offered your life to him, held it out on willing hands with perhaps irresponsible words.

           You held in a sob as he left wordlessly, leaving his empty chair behind.

━━━─── • ───━━━

           Reiner sat with his arms crossed, trying to keep his face neutral as he watched Bertie haphazardly stretch his long arms across the board to erase of their previous work, writings of threaten Erwin, reveal the past of Paradis, and remove the bucket so she can’t piss all being wiped away from thought. He wondered, for a moment, if his friends were idiots, or just wasting time because they knew he’d wander back into her orbit sooner or later.

           He’d come straight to them, of course, straight to his trusted comrades and announced he’d managed to pry your lips open.

           Sans torture, he had stressed to Galliard.  

           But he had sat on the real information you gave him, letting your confessions about Zeke fester in his mind.

          Part of him wanted to believe you; he’d always been wary of his superior officer, always knew that his cunning and depravity could lead them all down a path of no return one day. But another part of him thought you were toying with him, trying to manipulate his doubts and sow seeds of skepticism into his mind. You’d always been so capable of getting whatever you wanted, always had a charm for subtle exploitation.

          “How can we believe any of this?” Annie berated, lighting a cigarette in the room despite knowing it was against Zeke’s rules.

          “Because we know she’s close to Erwin, close to the brass that runs the Scout Police Force,” Reiner countered.

          “More like she has always been up his ass, probably in his fucking bed too.”

           Reiner didn’t like the image that flashed in his mind, didn’t like the thoughts of the Commander running his hands across your skin, of you tangled in his sheets. He chided himself, worried it was a jolt of jealousy, but at this point, he could never distinguish his emotions anymore.

          “Annie,” Zeke hushed her, finally taking a seat at the rounded table instead of pacing a hole into the floor, “everything she has said adds up. I’ve kept our arms trading as quiet as I can, but if those little rats were going around interrogating congressmen, then it’s very possible one of them squealed on our operations just to keep their puppet president in power.”

          “So, it’s true then?” Bertholdt chimed in, shaking a marker within his aching fingers as he paused from taking notes, “that the government of Paradis is basically a sham.”

          “I’m afraid so.”

          And how do you know that? Reiner wanted to question, wanted to prod at the smug man who was waving cigarette smoke from his face.

          “So, what are we going to do with her?” Reiner finally addressed the elephant in the room, pulling at the last remaining thread to this horrible game they had gotten themselves into.

          “We’ll keep using her, of course. Though I don’t think she will give anything else up so freely. We need to give her some hope that we trust her, that she’s going to live through this little nightmarish web we’ve caught her in.”

          Reiner didn’t like the tone in Zeke’s voice. He seemed too relaxed, too humored by it all.

          It was at this time that Pieck wandered into the room, carefully balancing a crutch underneath her arm. She was carrying that soft smile of hers, leaning against the wall momentarily before also settling at the table.

          “A little birdy told me what all is going on,” she turned her grin to Galliard, whose chest puffed at his recognition, “Sorry I couldn’t make the last mission, Chief, the old leg just couldn’t handle it. But, I do have a suggestion to your little, hm, captive issue here.”

          The room felt tense, everyone focusing on the small woman as her prim cheerfulness refused to fade.

          “Let her free, under supervision, of course. Turn our old reconnaissance mission on its head; watch an outsider from inside our group, see if we can get her comfortable enough to open up again.”

          “Yes, exactly, Pieck!” Zeke let out a hearty laugh as he smacked the table with an open palm, wicked delight brightening over his features. He ran his fingers through his blonde ponytail, like he was settling into relief.

          Reiner felt his heart sink into his stomach, acid tearing at its flesh.

          “And it seems we have just the man for the job, seeing that he magically got the little vexation to open her mouth.”

          “No.”

          Reiner gritted his teeth, jaw flexing at the thought of being your god damn babysitter.

          “Oh yes,” Zeke fished around in his pocket then, pulling out a set of keys and sliding them across the table. Reiner didn’t move, just let the clinking metal fall into lap and sink into his thigh.

          “Go let her out of her cage, let her know we’ve agreed to take up her offer of help, but only if she follows orders and stays in your sight.”

          “Don’t you think a woman is more suited to this?” Annie chirped, carelessly smothering her cigarette out directly onto the table, hot ash settling into the grooves of oak.

          “You already passed on this task, sweetheart. Besides, it seems she might find Braun a little more tolerable after all.”

━━━─── • ───━━━

          And all this, all these words, all this fucking time passed, led to Reiner standing before you once again. His head rested against the rusted iron; grip so tight around the metal bars he worried he might actually bend them.

          He’d relayed the messages, but ensured you that this fucking Zeke business had stayed behind tight lips.

          When he opened his eyes, his vision focused on you, still sitting, an almost dumbfounded look on your tilted, tired head.

          “Thank you,” you whispered to him, a sincerity he wasn’t used to pooling in his ears, dripping down his skin.

          “Don’t thank me yet. There are still long nights ahead of you.”

          Ahead of him, he recognized.

          All he wanted was for you to disappear, to be washed away, but it seemed you were about to become a permanent stain on his life—a living, breathing body to remind him of the past he had left in the dark depths of his mind to rot.

          Be sure your sins will find you out, he mused, looking at a sin that might be too tempting not to partake of.

Next Chapter

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Blood of My Blood - Coming of Age II

@secret-engima part 2 of Sola trolling everyone, and the set up to the actual gala itself.

.

"Are you sure we're allowed to wear gold?"

Axis gives Tredd an exasperated look. "You're worrying about this now?"

"We're not Chiefs!"

Sola rolls her eyes, keeping her head still as Nyx threads dozens of jeweled pins - gold and tanzanite, Sola really needs to thank the Ornata for making them on such short notice - into her hair to keep the elaborate, flower shaped braids in place.

She's not the only one wearing gems in her hair tonight, even if she has by far the most. They've all swapped out their usual wooden beads for gemstone equivalents - and pearls, in Tredd and Sola's cases. Libertus' hair is braided in a reverse braid down the center of his head, tanzanite and green onyx lining the sides.

If Sola isn't allowed to wear a ponytail, neither is Libertus, dammit!

Luche smacks Tredd's hands away from his jacket lapels. "Stop pulling at it, you'll crease the fabric, and I'm not saving you if you ruin Penny's hard work."

Tredd freezes, then glowers at Libertus when her husband laughs. "You're just as scared of her as I am."

"I know better than ta piss her off." With good reason. Penelopeia gets stab-happy when irritated and some of her pins are long.

Luche sighs as he straightens out Tredd's outfit. "Black is the restricted color in Lucian high society. Only the royal family and their Retinues are allowed to wear it at formal functions."

Even then, Papa, Noctis, Sola, and Libertus are wearing sable; the specific shade of black restricted to the royal family themselves.

Nyx pauses in scrutinizing his handiwork. "What about the Kingsglaive and Crownsguard uniforms then?"

"Same as the Retinue." Sola explains and she carefully tests the security of her braids. "They've sworn service to the King, and wear black and silver to reflect that. I'm neither the ruling monarch nor the Crown Heir, so I and my Retinue wear gold as a cadet branch."

"You are His Highness' Sword." Axis notes thoughtfully. "You could wear silver."

She could. It would be appropriate in Galahdian culture too - of any position in the Retinue it would be the Sword most deserving of that particular color. But Sola's not attending as Noctis' Sword tonight. She's attending as Princess, as the daughter of the King and as such she's wearing gold as tradition dictates.

It's also why she's wearing a Pyre-cursed dress instead of a suit like the rest of Noctis' Retinue.

Don't get her wrong. It's a beautiful dress and Penelopeia earned every last yen making it. Sable silk with golden embroidery, high waisted with flowing skirts and no sleeves on account of it being the end of August.

Sola would still rather wear pants.

"Hang on," Tredd says, "why does the King wear gold then?"

Sola deadpans. "He's the King. He can wear whatever he damn well wants."

Who's going to tell the King no?

"Where are we meeting Prince Noctis?" Libertus asks, testing the draw of the knife tucked in the top of his hose. The small blades that are part of Galahdian formal wear are ceremonial, barely the length of Sola's hand span from tip to hilt, and so elegantly decorated Sola could hang them on her wall as art. Of course, being Galahdian, the blades are just as serviceable in combat as any of their primary arms.

They don't expect to need them tonight, but Galahdian sensibilities and Sola's current condition mean all of them are going to wear them anyway.

"At the doors to the banquet hall." Sola wishes she could wear a weapon herself, but there's nowhere she can hide one and still easily access it given her current outfit. Not being able to use her magic for the next several months is going to drive her nuts. “Noctis will enter first with Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto, and we’ll follow after.”

It will allow them to pull attention from Noctis, rather than Noctis’ arrival pulling attention from them. It’s even following protocol, thank the Six for small mercies, because while Sola’s held the position of Noctis’ Sword for nearly two decades now, without the bond Ignis, Gladio, and now Prompto have with Noctis, Sola is still technically a Wayward Sword.

A fact the Court has yet to realize, but Sola has no doubts some will figure it out tonight.

Another reason for announcing her marriage. Hopefully it’ll keep the idiots distracted. Because if anyone seriously tries to Court Noctis for the ‘open’ position in his Retinue, Sola knows her brother will leave them bleeding out on the floor.

Not, Sola muses wryly, that she’ll react much differently. For the best she doesn’t have access to her weapons then.

She’ll have to settle for gutting them with words. She can do that.

Libertus eyes the smile pulling at red painted lips. “You’re sure about keeping your brother in the dark?”

“Only until tomorrow.” Sola replies. “A surprise birthday gift.”

Noctis will have enough to handle as is, and Sola’s job tonight is to ease the load not add to it. She’d rather Noctis focus on getting through the gala and subsequent ceremony than worry over Sola not being able to use her magic.

He’ll do enough worrying over the next several months. Even though he knows full well that Sola is fine. It’s normal for female Lucis Caelums. Sure, Sola was hoping it wouldn’t happen for another couple days, but she’s adjusted since losing her magic yesterday and she has a full Retinue to protect her if anyone manages to get past Aunt Tiz and Uncle Cor’s security.

And even then, Sola is not so far along she can’t defend herself. She’s never needed weapons or magic to kill a man.

Luche snorts. “You just want to see how many people you can shock at once.”

“Well… yeah.” It’s funny. “I’m hoping to make Uncle Cor faint. Again.” She was there when Aunt Tiz announced her pregnancy and Uncle Cor dropped like a sack of wet cement. Highlight of Sola’s week and made taking over as acting-Captain during Aunt Tiz’s bed rest and maternity leave completely worth it.

Sola doubts Noctis or Ignis will faint, but she’s hoping to get Gladio. Papa is unlikely to pass out learning he’s to be a grandfather again, and Sola doubts nothing will shock Uncle Clarus as much as meeting the Triplets and then Axis in the span of fifteen minutes.

Prompto is proving to be increasingly unflappable, but the blonde at least plays along so Sola can expect a reaction from him even if it’s half-faked. At least one of her fellow Retinue finds her funny.

She’s even taken steps to make sure no one catches on early. None of the dishes tonight contain anything that will set off Sola’s nausea and she’s going to be avoiding all the wine served except for the bare minimum sips required at the beginning of each course. Libertus and Axis will be sitting on either side her, and are prepared for some misdirection to help fool everyone into thinking she’s drinking more than she actually is, and them having her magic means they won’t get as drunk as they would otherwise. Having her Retinue close by the entire night will help prevent anyone with magic sense the changes - and even then Sola knows it’s only because Noctis and Regis’ magic doesn’t give them the same level of sense Sola and Dyn’s gold magic affords them.

Her adorable nephew sensed the changes in Sola shortly after Sola herself, and has since been sworn to silence. Dyn is rather gleeful in being in on the secret and is quite looking forward to surprising his father.

Of course, the scamp’s glee means that Noctis knows there is a secret, but he is indulging Dyn and Sola’s fun.

A knock before Crowe opens the door and pokes her head in. “His Highness is on the move.”

Libertus offers Sola his arm. “That’s our cue.”

Sola gets to her feet and takes it. Her Retinue arranges themselves around them. Nyx at the front, Luche on the right at Libertus’ side, Tredd at her left, and Axis bringing up the rear.

Sola grins, and knows it’s all teeth.

“Show time.”

[posi-writes]

Rivals - OikawaxReader

My brain is tired. But I have this to present to you. Beware manga spoilers if you have not read through the end of the manga. 

Word Count: Just over 1.1k

You hold your power stance, hands on your hips and shoulders squared, as you stare up at the familiar face of Iwaizumi Hajime. He meets your gaze unapologetically with a raised eyebrow and while his mouth was in a straight, stern line his eyes glitter with amusement. You struggle to keep your own face blank, trying your hardest to maintain the façade of disinterest at seeing your old friend.

“Iwa.” You greet seriously. He nods back at you, smile threatening to break through his stony exterior.

You extend your hand out to him, in an attempt at a very formal and professional handshake. The smile wins over as he grabs your hand and tugs sharply on your arm, pulling you into a tight hug. You let go of your own attempt at seriousness as you laugh loudly and return his hug enthusiastically. As you step back, he holds your arms and scrutinizes you carefully, checking you over to make sure you seem both happy and healthy. He seems satisfied by what he sees and lets you go. Your eyes scrunch shut with how wide your smile is. While you have facetimed with him since you made your permanent move to Argentina, there is nothing quite like seeing your friend in person.

“It’s been a while, Hajime. How are you?”

He pokes your forehead lightly.

“What do you mean it has been a while? We talked yesterday.”

Pink dusts your cheeks as you scoff. A deep voice from behind Hajime catches your attention and you lean over to look around his frame, confirming your suspicions. He follows your gaze and chuckles.

“Don’t let Shittykawa see.”

You roll your eyes as you casually step around Hajime and stroll over to the former Shiratorizawa ace.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s old high school nonsense.”

A smirk remains as he mumbles to himself.

“As if the Olympics aren’t more serious than high school nationals.”

You don’t hear him, too focused on saying hi to Ushijima. You haven’t ever had a problem with him personally and the two of you shared multile conversations over the years. You stopped a respectable distance from him, waiting patiently as he finished up a stretch. As he stands back upright, he catches sight of you, his deep voice rumbling out your name in question. You raise your hand and give a small wave, taking that as an invitation to move a little closer.

“How have you been, Ushijima-senshu?”

Your honorific seems to take him slightly by surprise.

“You may call me Wakatoshi.”

Concern furrows your brows as you look around at all the athletes gathered around.

“Are you quite certain? I don’t want to seem rude.”

He follows your gaze around the room and nods resolutely.

“I insist. There is no need for such formality with me.”

You grin at him and nod, rocking back on your heels.

“Okay. If you insist. So, are you ready?”

His face is blank as he responds.

“Of course I am. I would not be here if I was not.” You aren’t really surprised by the response. Always to the point. The two of you chat for a few more minutes before you glance at your watch, deciding that you have taken up enough of his time.

“I look forward to watching an exciting game. Good luck out there.” You give a short bow and wave as you wander back over to where Hajime stands, watching you carefully. You throw a quick wave over to Kageyama and Hinata as well. They stop bickering long enough to send you one back. As you stand in front of Hajime again, you bring him into another quick hug.

“I’m going to find Tooru now. I’ll see you later?”

He nods and ruffles your hair.

“Yup. Now go find Oikawa. He is probably pouting somewhere because you left him alone for more than ten minutes.”

You laugh as you leave the gym and enter the large sitting area, scanning the crowds of athletes milling around the area. You circle around a few times before you see him a little way away. You meet his eyes before he sends you a petulant pout and whips his head around, so he is facing the other direction. You chuckle fondly. Hajime was right after all. He will be happy to hear that.

Even as you stand in front of him, he refuses to meet your eye until you lean down and bring your face directly in front of his, giving him no choice but to look at you.

“Tooru…” You coo at him, bringing a finger to his nose, giving it a little tap.

He tsks, turning in the other direction. You pull back, hand on a hip.

“You aren’t going to talk to me now?”

“Why don’t you go talk to Iwa-chan? Or Ushiwaka?”

“I already did. Now I want to talk to my wonderful, loving, very mature boyfriend.”

“Betrayed for my rival.” He mumbles dramatically while giving you a fierce glare out of the corner of his eyes.

You have to bite back the laugh that threatens to escape as you bring your hand up to you chin, cupping it thoughtfully.

“Rival? Would that be Hajime or Ushijima?”

That gets him to turn fully towards you with a whine of your name. You smile fondly at him while he proceeds to let you know how your utter betrayal has affected him. You take a quick peek around the area and catch a group of guys in familiar blue jerseys leaving the team’s private room. That will work fine. You grab Tooru’s hand and leverage him up, pushing him gently in the direction of the recently vacated area. He halfheartedly struggles against your lead as you shove him inside, take a quick glance around to make sure it is in fact empty, and click the lock behind you.

You push Tooru into a chair and follow him down, settling in his lap. You place a kiss to his nose which causes it to scrunch up in that adorable way you so love. You fingers find their way into his hair as you rest your forehead against his.

“You are absolutely ridiculous. You know that, right?”

He scowls at you but it lacks any fire.

“You know there isn’t any need to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Of course you aren’t. But if you were, that would be quite silly. Because everyone knows that you are my number one.”

He looks smug at that.

“Well obviously I am. And you are my biggest fan.” It’s a statement but you can feel the question beneath it.

“Obviously.”

[twi-liight]

Headcanons for Riddle with an s/o (they/them) that likes doting on him? Let him have nice things!!!

Since this is my first post ever for Twisted Wonderland, I decided to make it into a short fic instead. Hope that’s okay!

❥❥ 

❥❥

“Seriously,” Ace grumbles, leaning forward to rest his chin on the top of his folded arms, “I get he’s your boyfriend and all, but you need to stop spoiling him.”

Ace has been at this for about an hour. They almost want to quip that this ‘break’ the two of them agreed upon feels more like a scolding than what it should be. So far, the jasmine tea and the assortment of treats (leftovers from Trey-senpai’s mini luncheon with the Hearts students yesterday, which Ace, Deuce and [F/N] missed because Mr.Trein caught them sleeping in class) have been untouched. Every time they try to take a small nibble of the sugared beignet, Ace opens his big fat mouth to complain about Riddle. In the back of their mind, they are aware that their next class is in about half an hour, and time flies with Ace.

They point a finger at him, as if to physically counteract his claim. This makes Ace scowl at the appendage, and the Prefect of the Ramshackle dorm merely smiles in amusement. “Spoiling him insinuates I buy him a lot of materialistic goods. Which I don’t-”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Ace sits up to point his finger at them now, irritation written all over his scrunched up expression. “Clover-senpai has fawned over Riddle-senpai enough and now you’re in it too? I heard from Deuce that you bought him an expensive, limited edition tea set just out of the blue. What the hell is that?”

“It’s cute!”

“It’s annoying! Every time I look at the strawberries painted on the china, I get pissed off!”

They pout at him. Their fingers reach towards the beignet again when he’s silenced.

“... Look.”

Damn it.

Ace sighs in resignation and leans back against his chair, aptly crossing his arms. “I’m not saying you can’t buy stuff for him or whatever. I just think you should lay off on the overindulging with him... Riddle-senpai has made a lot of progress after he over-blotted, and change takes progress to really settle in...”

Well, that much is true, they think. Riddle has progressed forward. His downward spiral into madness was hard to watch. The tyrannical grip he held on his subjects was out of displacement, and what he went through was nothing to bat an eye at, so Ace is right. His life was about his choices being taken from him, now he can live the rest of it making choices for himself. That includes self-growth. But still...

“I know tough love is your thing, Acey,” they say, as they twirl their index finger around before poking him on the nose, “and you’re doing it because you care about him-”

“-Ha! As if-”

“-but I just think he deserves to have nice things, you know?”

Something gives in Ace’s red eyes. They can tell he’s trying to be stubborn about it, but like them, he knows. Riddle’s childhood wasn’t his, not really. Love was mistaken for obedience. Is it so bad that they want to give him happiness in any way that they can?

Ace relaxes, huffs, and nods once.

“I’m not gonna go that easy on him,” Ace says, after a moment. He leans his cheek in his palm and gazes out towards the garden. Calmness settles over his expression. “Geez. What I’d give to have a girlfriend or boyfriend who would buy me random things. You know, I saw these limited edition mooncakes they were selling at Riddle-senpai’s favorite bakery? I really wanted them, but they were sold out when I came back…”

[F/N] smiles, content, and nods simply as if they were listening. Their hand reaches over towards the beignet. Oh, this was going to be delicious… Trey-senpai said it has chocolate cardamom filling and it’s especially tasty if one dips it in vanilla. Where’s the vanilla? Oh, there it is--

“Dorm Leader Rosehearts?!”

Damn it.

Their hand hovers over the sauciere, faltering at Ace’s exclamation. Following his gaze, there they see Riddle striding towards the two of them. He’s in his whites and reds, out of the typical Night Raven College uniform. In his expression, he seems to be scrutinizing over the fact that they and Ace are lounging about near the garden with an assortment of untouched goods.

As he draws near, they hear Ace curse under his breath. Completely opposite of the spectrum, they giggle and smile at Riddle.

He stands before them for a moment. Riddle’s gray eyes trail over their goods, before he huffs and crosses his arms. “Law of the Queen of Hearts, no. 271: One should eat lunch and leave their seat within fifteen minutes. You two should be in class right now.”

“Give me a break,” Ace groans, leaning back. “Who the heck is in class twenty minutes early?”

Riddle fixes Ace with an icy stare. Ace shuts up.

“Besides, we were waiting for you,” they chime in with a smile. Ace passes them a look that says, We were?! They promptly ignore it as Riddle’s eyes widen in slight surprise. “I wanted to give you something.”

“Bribing me, are you?” There’s wryness in his tone as Riddle smiles, obviously pleased. He pulls out the extra chair and takes a seat. “Very well.”

Ace’s entire existence has been blocked out from Riddle. They know he tries not to play favorites too much; everyone under his rule is to be treated equally, and he cannot have biases. But he’s in love with [F/N]... And like almost every law of sciences, aren’t there always exceptions to every rule? There are three exceptions to the law of demand. He’s allowed one, isn’t he?

Riddle’s body language leans towards them, ever so curious when they pull out a small white box. It’s tied sweetly with a red ribbon, the bow perfect and cute. His brows raise and Riddle looks at them.

“What’s this?” He asks, gingerly taking the box in his hands as Ace groans in the back.

“You were saying you were craving something new, since you didn’t want your palette to be tired of strawberries,” they explain as Riddle unties the bow. “I thought, what a predicament.”

“I can sense your sarcasm, you menace,” says Riddle with a smile.

“Hey, I mean it from the bottom of my heart! I felt for you! I can’t imagine what it would be like if I ever got tired of strawberries. I might break down and weep, or something.”

“Very funny. You are the epitome of comedy.”

They giggle again, and then they nod at him, signifying he should open it. Riddle smiles warmly and pops the box open…

“Oh,” Riddle gasps. “How ornate… It’s beautiful. These are-” His gray eyes widen further, recognition filling them. Riddle stares at [F/N] for a moment, mouth slightly agape. “How on earth did you get your hands on these?”

“Oh, I dunno. I sweet talk the baker. Do you like them?”

“When I saw these mooncakes, I knew I wanted to give them a try. I hear these are gifts you give to your loved ones during a full moon, which.. There will be one tonight, [F/N], I… Thank you. This is lovely. Shall we share them later tonight? I hear they are good with tea.”

They smile adoringly at him, sighing in content at the fond expression in his eyes. They lean their cheek on their palm and think, I could watch my boyfriend look like this forever…

Their eyes flit to Ace’s exasperated expression.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Ace shouts, breaking their sweet moment.

Riddle turns and narrows his eyes at him. “What have I told you about your sudden exclamations? Be quiet. Don’t you dare sully this present my precious [F/N] has given me.”

“Yeah, Ace,” they frown. “Riddle’s ears are sensitive.”

“I-- WHAT-- YOU’RE BOTH UNBELIEVABLE! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOOK THE LAST MOONCAKES? AT LEAST SHARE!”