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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 — SURPRISE 이희승

"surprise, slip my panties to the side."

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader (+17)

WARNINGS. mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, drunk hee (for a bit), cursing, bondage (ropes & handcuffs), hee is a bit angry n feral, his mood changes suddenly but it’s ok <3, bj + hj, oral (f & m), face sitting, lots of teasing, edging, overstimulation, fingering, pet names, praising !, multiple rounds (?), bath sex in a way, thigh riding, morning sex, pls tell me if i missed any !

WORD COUNT. 9.3k :0

SYNOPSIS. jaeyun pitched you one of his “genius” plans to celebrate heeseung’s birthday— but how will heeseung take it?

A, NOTE. happy new year my loves !! i would greatly appreciate it if we all ignored the fact that this was supposed to be published on hee’s birthday <3 it took me an unnecessarily long time to write, but i hope u enjoy ! + pls check a, note part 2 and the end <3 (this is also proofread at 4 am so 🙏🏼)

red and blue lights scattered messily across your vision, the smell of intoxicating alcohol, tobacco and sweat infiltrating your senses leaving you slightly light headed, your fingertips grasped at the hem of your dress, situated around your thighs to pull the mini dress lower, eyes roaming desperately for the towering figure of your boyfriend,

your boyfriend, lee heeseung— the birthday boy who god knows where he is right now.

you took cautious footsteps once you began to surround the approaching mass of people, sweaty bodies dancing restlessly in each and every corner of the house whilst your gaze roamed, hands clammy with sweat from the lack of air, your lungs constricting as it got harder to breathe the longer you stayed among the crowded room,

“there you are!” a familiar voiced boomed behind you, a feeling of relief washing down once you recognised the loud voice over the deafening music, jaeyun approached you with a large smile gracing his face, brown strands untidily cascading down his features as his arm wrapped around your exposed shoulder, the other hand bringing his drink closer to his mouth,

“enjoying the party?” you questioned next to his ear, taking in the sight of the slightly tipsy man who was busy winking at a random girl across the room, “of course!” he quickly replied, catching your amused gaze with his twinkling one.

“i’m here to tell you about a surprise for heeseung,” he spoke, hand lowering from your shoulder to wrap around your waist as he led you away, “a surprise? i already have a gift for him though.” jake’s flushed face turned towards yours after he signalled the random girl to a different room, “i have a better idea.” he giggled

and whilst you were being walked out of the room, your eyes caught the sight of heeseung’s wet form out of the window, standing besides the pool as his other friends encouraged him to drink more while other figures jumped into the pool, the view of him being covered by nothing more than his dripping white button up shirt that carved all his chiseled muscles out along with a black tie hanging loosely around his neck made your head reel, thoughts rushed to your head when your gaze dropped lower to his flexing thighs beneath his black pants,

his clothing material all soaked due to his previous jump into the water, as a result of a stupid dare. you could hear his drunken laughter over the music as his face kept getting warmer, a soft blush adorning his sharp features due to the alcohol, his black locks sticking to his forehead contrasting his reddened skin,

“trust me, heeseung’s going to love it.” jake chuckled besides you, ultimately stealing your attention away as he opened the door to the guest room, the image of a pair of handcuffs along with a large rope was the least expected one in your mind, and once your confusing gaze landed on jaeyun’s smiling face, you began to doubt whatever his idea was,

should you trust jake?

you shouldn’t have trusted jake.

as trusting jake lead you to this current predicament, wearing a purple coloured lingerie beneath your feathery robe, "his favourtie colour" jaeyun's voice rang in your ears, the pair of handcuffs situated in your hand while the rope was in the other as you stared at heeseung’s shirtless passed out form with his tie around his neck, in your shared bed,

the party had ended hours ago, leaving you with a drunk, sleeping heeseung that currently seemed to be in a deep dream, lips partially opened as quiet snores left his mouth, evidently exhausted from the events of tonight,

your footsteps light as you stepped deeper into the bedroom, the wood quietly creaking beneath you while your gaze was fixated on heeseung’s form between the satin sheets, chest heaving upwards softly to allow short pants of his breath to escape,

countless thoughts ran through your head as your eyes kept scanning his body in the dim lighting of the room, should you proceed? what if he wakes up in the middle of everything? what if he doesn’t enjoy it?

throughout the duration of your dilemma the only thought that circled your mind continuously was the possibility of heeseung enjoying this night, jaeyun— his best friend, would never set you up for failure would he? never.

and with the prominent thought of this night becoming a memorable one for heeseung, you decided to continue.

opting on inhaling in a deep breath, you inched closer towards the bed till you moved atop his body, legs carefully caging around his waist whilst your shaky hands wrapped around his wrists, thankfully heeseung had his arms behind his head, ultimately making the situation easier for you to mend,

with caution, you wrapped the iron material around his wrists, the soft click of the cuffs increasing the rapid beating pace of your heart, nervousness etched its way throughout your body as heeseung was always the one to guide you in any sort of intimate situation, but now here you were, taking that freedom away from him.

and as your hands grabbed the rope to wrap his cuffed hands against the headboard, the man beneath you slightly moved, your breath hitched as you were only one pull away from completing his knot yet you froze once his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes remained closed as you awaited his awake, breathing out a sigh of relief after taking notice of his continued slumber,

with the final knot in place, heeseung was successfully cuffed and tied up, landing him in a situation where he had absolutely no chances of touching you as he always does and loves to, your eyes remained on the rope decorating his veiny hands, the contrast between his soft, delicate skin and the harsh rope—

“baby?” heeseung raspily called, tone laced with sleep and exhaustion as his bleary eyes searched for yours, he could feel your figure atop his yet his gaze searched for yours in the dim lighting, heeseung attempted to move, confusion cascading his face once he realised the restriction around his hands,

“what’s all this?” he questioned, head looking upwards to the unexpected sight of the rope covered handcuffs surrounding his wrists, you stared at his face wide eyed, studying his every expression as your breathes quickened once his frown deepened,

“surprise?” you responded, heart thumping between your ribs, innumerable thoughts swirled in your mind dizzyingly, heeseung's second tug at the ropes rendering him futile made you become hyper aware of the situation that you had— of the power you had over him.

"surprise? baby.. what are you planning?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing down on you, gaze swiftly lowering to widen at the sight of his favourite colour wrapping around your body alluringly, his nervous gulp went unnoticed by you, yet you were able to feel his length twitching beneath all articles of clothing between both of you easily.

breathing in a sharp breath— "angel.. how about you untie me so we can both enjoy the night? hm?" he spoke out, desperately beginning his negotiation, and there was no way you were giving up your power.

to have lee heeseung tied up, helplessly beneath you was once in a lifetime occurrence, you might have adored all the nights of him taking full and complete control over you, sometimes deciding to be generous enough to allow you to have a small taste of what its like to take control by guiding you to please him,

"how does it feel?" you questioned ignoring his words, eyes avoiding his as it followed the path of your hand slowly brushing down from his shoulder towards his collarbone, the shaky rise of his chest beneath your fingertips heightened your senses as you felt a throbbing sensation from beneath you,

"angel.. what?" he puzzledly asked, attempting his best to control his breathes as your fingertips inched closer towards his nipple, attempting his best to distract himself from the warmth of your cunt seeping through the lingerie directly to his hardening dick, and yet again, all his attempts deemed inaffective.

"how does it feel to be under me?" you paid no mind to the sudden surge in confidence gushing through you, attention captured by the way heeseung's eyes immediately darkened, his mind was reeling from your teasing as he wasn't used to this at all, he was more accustomed to eat up the sight of your writhing, twitching body beneath him, not the sight of your hungry gaze staring down at him as he was tied up, he could see the numerous emotions spiraling in your vision.

a burning sensation expanded throughout his chest, his need and desire for you fueled by the remaining alcohol in his system, the absolute need to have you beneath him as he pleased you was almost blinding, and the constant throbbing around his wrists from the tight ropes was pushing his patience further,

"answer me hee, how does it feel? hm?" you copied his soft tone in persuading you once he remained silent, your hands gently caressing his smooth skin, heeseung began to shift beneath you, his body hot and bothered by your contiunous teasing and warmth surrounding him yet your lack of movement was driving him crazy, his breaths became shorter, eyelids became heavier as he stared at you,

he so desperately wanted to be angry with you, to somehow manage to stir the control to him— yet your twinkling, curious gaze made him almost play along with your silly game,

"infuriating." he seethed out from between gritted teeth, eyes closing entirely once he felt you press your hips against him, resulting in him tugging against the ropes feebly again, you cooed mockingly at his frown, going further to rile him up by bringing your hand to caress his cheek soothingly, and almost instantly he leaned towards your touch, heeseung's breath hitched as he felt you beginning to slowly roll your hips against his,

opening his eyes to the sight of you looking beneath you both after you quickly discarded your robe, taking notice of his abs flexing, his length's outline steadily becoming more prominent, "just what is going on inside that pretty little head of yours, angel?" he smiled in frustration at you, your needy gaze locked with his own before you shrugged tauntingly,

"i just want to make you feel good." you replied with honesty, slowly lowering yourself towards him, heeseung hissed as he felt your plump lips ghosting kisses against his burning hot skin, his breathes quickened the wetter your kisses got while you went lower, his own lips getting caught hostage between his teeth when he felt you sucking his skin needily,

"baby.. come on," he urged on, the hem of his pants felt like scorching iron rubbing against his skin, his resolve slipping further at the feeling of your hands caressing his abdomen, your tongue swiftly circling his belly button before finally reaching his pants once you were satisfied with his surprised gasp, he breathed out a sigh of relief as you quickly tugged the constricting fabric along with his boxers down,

he was unbelievably hard, heeseung’s head was thrown back at the feeling of you blowing air on him once his large length was freed from his boxers, teeth grinding against one another once your cold fingertips wrapped around his burning skin, “don’t tease me more, angel.” he rasped out, a clear warning in his words as he was close to losing his mind at this point, yet you only smiled at him.

“just enjoy what i’ll give you.” his nails scratched angrily at the ropes from your words, he could feel his frustration leading his body as he thrusted uncontrollably into your hands, in need for any kind of friction, he could taste his blinding climax on the tip of his tongue and yet at the same time it felt so far away, his body felt like it was on fire as for the first time— he couldn’t get what he wanted instantly.

heeseung was new to this situation, one where nothing was under his control and he was left with nothing but his desperate breathes for your mercy, a small portion of him was more accepting of the drastic change, yet that small voice was nothing in comparison to the warning alarms ringing in his head,

and he knew he was completely fucked the moment you decided to lick up a long stripe starting from his base then trailing upwards to circle his raging tip torturously, a shaky breath involuntarily escaped once you repeated the action once again, countless empty threats died in his throat at the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing him, hot tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock,

the salty taste of his continuous precum took over your senses, he was leaking a ridiculous amount just from simple teasing, using his precum as a lube substitute you began to jerk your hand up and down his length, the sudden change in pace resulting in his legs spasming around you, then a satisfied hum vibrating around his tip making him close his eyes shut,

his breathes got heavier the longer you moved, suckling on his tip sloppily with the incessant motion of your hand bringing him closer to his release, heeseung’s muffled groans got louder as he attempted his best to silence himself, not used to being the vocal one that much.

you looked up to the sight of his head thrown back, chest and face flushing a pretty pink along with a sheen, thin layer of sweat glistening along his rapidly rising chest, he looked breathtaking under the dim lighting, abs and legs flexing as he felt his abdomen tightening even more,

“d-don’t stop angel… i’m close,” he whimpered out, the sound of his voice breaking and stuttering out made your brain short circuit, a sound so sweet and addictive that you’ve been deprived of for months, you decided to tease him more,

the moment the tip of your tongue licked along his prominent vein beneath the head of his cock was enough to have his eyes roll back into his skull, plump lips agape to let out a quiet shocked gasp, you continued applying pressure, his thighs shaking next to you whilst his biceps flexed around his head, the rope slowly damaging his skin yet all his mind could focus on was your tongue and the unexpected quickened build up of his climax,

his head fell to the side, pleasure overtaking his body as the coil in his abdomen only tightened further, your hands lowered to fondle with his balls whilst your tongue remained teasing his vein, heeseung could swear he began to see stars the longer you continued, chest rising speedily to inhale deep breathes that felt nonexistent for him,

“right there baby.. so c-close i’m cu-“ yet he couldn’t finish his sentence, the intense build up of pure delight running in his veins abruptly ended, his eyes snapped open in shock when you just pulled away,

“baby what the fuck are you doing?” he spat out angrily, his head lifted swiftly, irritated gaze landing on the sight of your swollen lips and glistening eyes staring back at him, his breathes quickened in frustration as his cock twitched desperately at the view of you, “i can’t have you finish so quickly, where’s the fun in that?”

and with ease, your words affected him efficiently, his brown pools instantly darkening, pupils reducing in size the longer he felt his release slipping away from his body, “i’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you the moment i break these shits,” he tugged on the ropes again, heeseung has never felt so sexually frustrated before, his throbbing length was aching almost painfully when your hold slightly tightened around him,

“you talk too much,” was your only response, heeseung couldn’t bring himself to respond back in time before you lowered yourself yet again, he was suffering whiplash after whiplash from the ‘surprise’ and your frustrating teasing, his head fell back against the pillow once he felt your warm mouth engulfing his tip again,

“you’re going to r-regret this so much, pretty.” he choked out, face burning hot once he felt his impending release returning in an embarrassingly quick manner, you started with licking gently at his sensitive, leaking slit while your hands jerked off his cock below slowly, one hand moved to milk his length while the other stayed lower to cradle his balls,

the familiar stars returned to his vision when you only hummed around him at his words, his frustration mixed with the intense pleasure were feelings his body couldn’t keep up with, and he was under your control with his twitching body directly beneath your hands.

“please angel… don’t stop, i’m so close,” he begged you, voice scratchy and hoarse as he felt his lower half slightly go numb with the continuous build up, his creeping climax approaching in a way his mind couldn’t keep up with, one second he was holding back moans while the other he felt mere moments away from his orgasm,

his abdomen tightened, as he could yet again taste his release on the tip of his tongue, so close, so dizzyingly close he was, his mouth fell open at the feeling of his climax moments away from washing over him, hips jerking into your hold once you quickened only for all of it to come crashing down once you pulled back again,

“what the fuck-“ heeseung growled out, his body searing in anger and pain when all he could feel around his raging length was the cold air, not your wet mouth and warm hands, his mind was reeling with curses as he lifted his head up again, “did i ruin it?” you questioned as you smiled at him.

“did i ruin it, again?” and there you sat, dolled up in his favourite colour, lingerie barely covering any part of you while you looked at him, eyes twinkling with mischief as you smirked at him, and his painfully red length right infront of you, he didn’t respond,

“come on hee, is this not fun for you?” you spoke, hands reaching upwards to caress his twitching thighs, finger tips going as high as his hips, torturously close to his length before going down to his knee, heeseung didn’t respond, his eyes remained close whilst he breathed heavily from his nose,

you failed to notice the way his veins were bulging at this point all around his arms, specifically his hands, you failed to notice his fingers and wrists turning red around the cuffs as he tugged, busy pushing your teasing further with running your index finger from the base of his length to his tip,

all you could feel was authority and power, your first taste as you wished to prolong the view of a whimpering heeseung under you, “you could tell me-“ you completely failed to notice the small crack! around the headboard that the rope was fastened to,

you were too late, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sudden loud sound of wood breaking, followed by clank of metal, the large scattered piece of wood landed on the floor followed by the ripped ropes and the handcuffs, you sat frozen in your place in shock and attempting to process the fact that— heeseung just broke completely free?

he sat there, dark strands falling all over his eyes that were staring at you half lidded, you could see the pent up frustration and anger in them, most importantly the relief now that he was free, the feral glint intensified when he gently moved his hands around his wrists, his hand caressing the slightly damaged skin all while maintaining eye contact with your shocked face,

you really shouldn’t have trusted jake.

because jake never brought up the high possibility of the result of his plan to be a feral heeseung staring at you in a predatory gaze with a broken headboard behind him, “you had your fun didn’t you, baby?” he smiled at you, chest remaining to pant heavy breaths,

you only nodded your head, still stuck on attempts to process the fact that jake’s plan entirely backfired, what now?

“now it’s my time to have fun, it’s only fair that way isn’t it?” he finished your thought for you, he cooed at the sight of your confused gaze, yet you werent completely sure. judging by his sudden attitude change, there was no way he was going to be this nice with you, not after everything you did?

“come here” he pushed himself upwards on the bed before he patted on his lap, his length still standing proud and hard, yet the expectant look in heeseung’s eyes made you obey him completely,

you hastily crawled towards him, his needy hands instantly caressing and fondling every inch of skin he could reach, “look at you.. all dolled up for me, you look stunning, angel.” he trailed kisses down your shoulder once your back pressed against his chest, his length throbbed by your lower back whilst his hands gripped around the frail fabric around your body, his hands were rough,

god if you only knew what you were in for.

“just for you, hee.” you whispered to him, turning your head to face his lovesick eyes, the sudden changes in his gaze made your head spin as the heeseung that was glowering at you a mere minute ago, was currently drowning in your eyes with nothing but pure adoration and need for you,

“yeah? all for me, right?” he breathed out against your lips, large hands now finding comfort on your waist, stroking your soft skin gently as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, you felt his lips curving upwards into a smile when you nodded in confirmation to his words,

“open your legs for me, darling.” his hands lowered to grip your thighs apart, fingertips brushing soothingly against your supple skin before they inched towards your center, your soiled panties coming in contact with his fingertips made him chuckle, “already this excited, baby?” he questioned, his smile widening when you turned your blushing face away from him,

his fingers quickly pushed the soaked fabric away, immediately moving towards your sopping hole, your wetness gushed around his finger once he teased the tip of his finger in, his other arm came up to wrap around your waist once your breathes began to get heavier, face flushed whilst he carefully pressed you more against him as he leaned back against the remaining part of the headboard,

“look at you taking me in so well, angel.” he praised, eyes locked and fascinated on the way his fingers disappeared between your swollen folds only to come out glistening, you looked below you, the sight of your dripping cunt covered by his long fingers never failed to make your heart skip a beat, only increasing the warmth spreading around your body once he dipped back in,

his rough skin caressed along your gummy walls, easily reaching your weakest and sweetest spots to please you in the best ways possible, his priorities seemed to remain unchanged even in his state of pure rage, he still had to make you cum at least once on his fingers or tongue before proceeding with anything else,

it was when he swiftly added his other ring finger to please you along with his middle one, then proceeding to use his other hand to rub slow circles on your puffy clit, steadily dragging your climax closer, you began to see stars,

colourful indecipherable shapes clouded your vision as heeseung fingered your first release out of you with ease, your glazed eyes rolled to the back of your head when he continued, aiding you in riding out your climax with his movements between your twitching legs whilst he whispered unintelligible praises to your ear, ending each word with a gentle kiss that echoed in your mind,

he was so gentle with you as you moaned quietly for him, your noises heard as melodies for him and only him, he studied your every expression while you were coming undone under his touch, though he’s seen you in this state countless times your short gasps, furrowed eyes and closed eyelids that were complimented by your flushed cheeks never failed to leave him mesmerised,

your hand quickly reached out to slow his movements, heeseung was close to beginning overstimulating you, his fingers resumed to thrust into your gushing cunt, knocking your breath out, yet before you could ask him to stop he beat you to it, “you took all this away from me tonight,” he whispered, tone undergoing an astonishing change as he spoke in anger,

the pleasure and sensitivity was beginning to numb your mind once you felt another impending orgasm building up, your abdomen twisting in tension at your imminent release, “hee please-“ you whimpered out before he cut you off, “take all of it, didn’t you want to make me feel good?” he asked, breathes getting harsher against your ear while your heart raced, your legs ached once heeseung moved his own beneath them to keep yours open,

“make me feel good, angel. cum for me,” he ordered, his hands increasing in pace as he quickly added a third finger making your eyes almost cross, your wetness by now was gliding down his hand and inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you, the force of his fingers pushed back against your convulsing hips, whilst he busied himself with trailing bites down your neck,

“i’m c-close, hee” you warned, voice cracking with each syllable as your oncoming climax felt more intense, the coil in your stomach twisting and turning once your release was moments away from overtaking your body, “come on, angel. i’ve got you,” his words were the last ones you registered before your ears began to ring as you squirted all over his hands, body trembling in his hold while heeseung continued to fuck you with his fingers, riding out the entirety of your orgasm whilst he basked in your moans and whimpers of his name,

“did so well for me angel,” he breathed out, his fingers pulled out from your dripping folds, reaching upwards to teasingly press on your puffy clit, eliciting a needy whimper from you, “doesn’t feel that nice when you tease, does it?” he asked with his voice heavy, eyes glued on your face twisted in pleasure and slight overstimulation, “no, i’m sorry, it doesn’t feel nice.” you quickly responded, wishing in your head for this to be over as the exhaustion from your mind blowing releases was slowly shutting down your brain,

yet heeseung noticed the prolonged period of your closed eyes, there was no way you thought that the night could possibly end any time soon, right? absolutely not. he hasn’t even started yet,

with a particularly unexpected slap to your dripping cunt your eyes shot wide open, a shocked gasp escaped your throat before all the noises in the room were replaced with your mewls that rung out once he began to toy with your overstimulated clit, “wanna go to sleep, baby?” he questioned while his fingers teased around your entrance again,

your body shivered beneath his arms as he pushed the tip of his two fingers in, “can we sleep, please?” you cried out, a thin veil beginning to form around your eyes once all the nerves in your body sparked, pleasure shooting all throughout your veins when heeseung pushed his fingers knuckles deep again, “our night hasn’t even started yet, pretty.” he replied with a chuckle,

your moans broke apart further the more his fingers began to fuck out orgasm after orgasm from you whilst he savoured every pretty noise you made, each sound making him fall deeper into the haze of the lust that was intoxicating the room, the longer you squirmed in his hold, the longer you made the prettiest sounds, the worse he ached beneath you, he relished in all the unintentional movements to his throbbing length behind you, swallowing back every moan of his in every few seconds that you moved just right,

“you can give me another one, can’t you?” his hot breath landed against your ear, by now both of your bodies felt sticky and hot, drenched in sweat atop the steadily soaking sheets, your breath mixed with his whilst his fingers never left your drenched pussy, heeseung’s mind was reeling with pain and pleasure at this point, his body had probably gotten more sensitive than yours yet he knew it was all going to be worth it in the end,

you shook your head in denial, however your body was contradicting all your thoughts once you gushed around his fingers again, heeseung smiled in satisfaction at your spent state, your sweaty chest rising up rapidly in despair for air, he had to fight the urge to bury his face between your legs once his fingers pulled away to reveal multiple, clear spider web like strings that connected his fingers to your cunt, their rightful place.

heeseung was absolutely hypnotised by your weak body above him, twitching legs behind his for when he attempted his best to keep yours open, captivated by the way your hands gripped around his for support as you tried to regulate your breathing,

he gently moved your body towards the bed, laying you down carefully whilst you opened your unfocused, watery eyes to gaze at his love and concern filled ones, “you alright, baby?” he whispered against your lips, lowering body as close to possible to yours, curious eyes searching your tired ones when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to lower him for a gentle peck, you nodded your head in reassurance to him, oh how you wish you didn’t.

as the moment that you did, his eyes flashed with the same anger they had minutes ago, “you still have energy, i know you do.” he replied, assuring himself more than you before he flipped your body over in the blink of an eye, the last expression on his face that you saw was of him smiling at you,

his hands brushed against your sides from the bottom to the top, like a predator checking their prey. his hold tightening the more he inched lower before he reached your hips, “so perfect for me,” he whispered his praise more to himself while his eyes took in every inch of your exhausted body,

you whimpered in his hold in surprise when he spread your cheeks apart, revealing your dripping gaping hole to his eyes, the sight alone made an incredibly painful throb to resonate from between his aching legs,

he wasted no time in propping himself on his knees, hips angled towards yours with his raging red tip positioned at your entrance, without a warning he pushed in,

the satisfying burn and tightening made you moan in unison, heeseung by now was completely acting on his own desires, body overtaken in pleasure and absolute need to have himself buried to the deepest point in you, your figure pressed against his while he fucked you till the sunrise, till both of your bodies were so sensitive and unable to handle a single touch,

his thrusts were merciless as he pounded into you, pushing your body further against the bed before pulling you back by your hips, you moaned into the pillow as heeseung took complete control of the situation, ridiculous how you thought tonight he would be under your control.

and as the thought was formed in your head, he pushed harsher against you before he rasped out, “you tried to…” cut off by his harsh breaths, his hips suddenly slowed down to become more powerful, “tried. to. control. me?” he asked through gritted teeth in an incredulous manner, accentuating and bringing more strength to every word by following it with a harsh thrust, his tip pressing against your cervix with each word making your eyes roll back whilst your jaw went slack,

his cock brushed against all your sweet spots, length perfectly stretching your walls with the tiniest tinge of burn due his large size, you could feel each and every vein bulging along your guts as he pounded into you,

“tried to guide me?” he followed with a laugh, and there he was. the heeseung you were expecting to appear since the moment you tied him up, the wild and vicious side of him that you’ve rarely gotten to see as he much preferred showing you his gentler side, however those were in situations that were under his control.

humiliation took over you at his words in the best form possible, his words of mock only resulted in you tightening around him making him groan, he leaned forward, hovering his chest above your back as he completely caged you beneath him, before he brought himself closer to your ear, “you looked so cute trying to tell me what to do, baby” he whispered, hips pressing flush against your ass with every syllable,

your throat had gone hoarse by now, as all you could hear were your mewls followed by heeseung’s words, the tears that aligned by your waterline had slid down a long time ago, staining your face in the prettiest way possible, heeseung’s favourite way.

“looked so cute acting all tough like you don’t need me to help you with anything, hm?” he continued, chuckling into your ear as more tears aligned by your jaw before dropping onto the pillow,

“looked so cute trying to suck me off like you don’t need me to push your head down my dick everytime,” his arm came upwards, you had buried your head in your pillow soaked tears as his cock continued moulding you into his size while he spoke to you, unbeknownst to you he expertly pulled off the tie hanging loosely by his neck,

and in a split second, heeseung had wrapped the narrow fabric around your neck, you gasped as heeseung lifted your head upwards, the tie applied perfect pressure to your jugular veins instantly resulting in you becoming lightheaded whilst heeseung’s animalistic eyes bored into yours,

“what made you think that’ll work?” he smiled at you, revealing his pearly whites as if he wasn’t pounding into you, whines escaped your mouth before you could process any of them, heeseung stared at your every expression with admiration and conceitedness,

“have i not made you take control enough when you wanted to?” he pressed on, smile widening as he had an unrecognisable expression on his face, you couldn’t tell if it was his reddened dark eyes, or his flushed face with his black locks that stuck on his forehead contrasting the light blush, but you could barely recognise him, the unfamiliar expression on his face sent pulses of warmth throughout your body,

“you could have asked me if you were that interested, instead of putting those pathetic shits around my wrists.” he finished off, tilting his head to the side once you closed your eyes, his thursts never faltered as he brought you closer to your release, abdomen twisting and churning in preparation for your oncoming climax, you felt your ears ringing again when heeseung slightly pulled on the fabric around your neck,

“eyes on me, pretty.” he groaned, his own voice laced with exhaustion and need, the desire to release his climax from hours ago now blinding his senses, you opened your unfocused eyes to land upon his, and while his hips were grinding against yours, every inch of his cock caressing every inch of your walls that swallowed him up entirely, he spoke out,

“open your mouth, baby.” his grip shakily tightening further around the tie, you breaths getting heavier and more difficult as you opened your mouth, heeseung spat onto your lolled out tongue, eyeing the way the string of saliva landed on your tongue before he pulled the tie more, “swallow.” and you did whilst he studied your every move,

once you showed him your clean tongue to satisfy him, he began to lower himself towards your neck, your head ultimately fell against the pillow again as heeseung began to trail soft bites along your shoulder while his hips moved against yours, both of you ridiculously sensitive from the prolonged edging and overstimulation, holding back desperately to lengthen the period of him inside of you, you moaned his name in need as his tip kept kissing your cervix,

“taking me in so well, milking my cock so good angel.” he praised, the pleasure finally overtaking his body as your walls only sucked him in further while more slick poured around your legs and onto the sheets, your moans mixed with his needy ones, sweaty bodies rubbing against one another messily as both of you chased your highs in desperation,

“s-seung, i’m so close.” you stuttered out, eyes closing when heeseung softly tugged at the tie, his own eyes shut once he felt his climax mere seconds away from washing down on him, the dizzying feeling of euphoria already running through his veins and intensifying with the build up, he could see stars clouding his vision similar to the ones clouding yours, “i’ve got you baby, cum for me.” he sweetly whispered,

and he followed his words with one, two and three delicious thrusts right against your cervix that had you coming undone for him, release washing over you mind numbingly, body weak as your legs shook beneath heeseung’s while his hand caressed your hips in attempts of comforting you, lips never stopping from kissing sweet words into your ear as you shook beneath him, the torturous tightening of your walls easily pushed heeseung over the edge as a few moments later you could feel his warm ropes of cum filling you up completely,

you struggled to return to your senses, body overtaken with exhaustion while heeseung kept peppering open mouthed kisses along your shoulder, his arms moved to wrap around your waist, gently fondling with your breasts as he was still cumming, he filled you up so well,

quiet and loving praises fell against your ear once heeseung was finished, still buried deep inside of you with his tie around your neck, your breathes were nearly shaky as he pressed his body closer to yours, “did amazing for me, baby.”

“how about i run both of us a bath then we can go to sleep?” he once again kissed your shoulder, smiling against your skin once you nodded,

you nodded in hopes of returning to clean satin sheets to drift off to slumber in the arms of your only love.

the smell of his favourite lavender bath bomb overwhelmed your nose when heeseung carried you into the warm bathroom after discarding you of your lingerie, gently lowering you into the warmth of the water before quickly taking his place behind you, your back laid against his chest, his hands ran up and down your arms in comfort, heeseung’s chest warmed as he noticed goosebumps aligning all over your skin at his touch the longer you leaned into him, his fingertips ghosted over your skin in a pleasant way.

your head was placed on his shoulder as your face was turned towards his neck, eyes closed in exhaustion from the restless night, heeseung cooed when he noticed all the narrow tear streaks on your cheeks, his hands massaged all your aching muscles whilst his lips kissed away your dried tears,

“you okay, pretty?” he softly called out, voice quiet and gentle next to your ear, his soft side returning quickly, your gentle and caring heeseung gazed at you with concern and love shimmering in his eyes that filled with relief once you nodded, “i’m sorry if i was a bit rough, angel.” he continued, lips now moving along your neck with each word while his hands lowered to your thighs,

“it’s okay, i liked it.” you replied honestly once your eyes opened to look into his own expectant ones, voice quiet and hoarse as your throat felt sore, “yeah i bet you did, you looked pretty pleased you know.” he smiled before attempting to mimick your expressions that resulted in a pinch to his hand from you,

“though i’m… not that satisfied yet.” heeseung voiced out quietly, his smile widened when your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not that satisfied?

“what do you mean?” you questioned in bewilderment, you could still feel how sore all your muscles were there was no way he still had the energy for another round,

“i mean… it is my birthday isn’t it?” he began, you nodded along his words which was his cue to continue, his eyes trailed all along your shoulders and neck that were littered with his bites, “and you do want to make me happy on my birthday, right?” of course he was going to use his birthday card to get what he wants, you should have seen it coming from heeseung. “and i can get whatever i want on my birthday.”

“yes you can— heeseung, what do you want?” you asked, by now you had half your body turned to face him as you were genuinely curious to what he wanted, especially now when heeseung had a soft blush dusting his gorgeous features,

“i want you to ride my thigh, pretty.” he spoke out almost shyly, your heeseung who always surrounded you with his teasing and flirty nature, now was looking at you with twinkling eyes and blushed cheeks as he asked you to ride his thigh.

he cleared his throat before his natural, intimidating expression returned, “you don’t have to, if you’re too tired.” he added, but how could you deny such a request when he was staring at you with his plump lips swollen and red, his lids heavy on his eyes that were begging you to comply to his request, his hands that were ghosting around your waist lovingly only pushed you further,

and instead of answering him, you quickly moved your sore body to face him making the water ripple around you, your leg lifting over his to position yourself where he requested you too, heeseung instantly began to guide you, flexing his muscles beneath you once your overstimulated, puffy clit came in contact with his skin, he relished in your quiet whimper as he rocked your hips against his thigh,

your hands gripped onto his shoulders for support, nails digging sharply into his skin as you felt pleasure shooting from every nerve in your body, heeseung settled his head into the crook of your neck, lips returning to their rightful place of kissing your skin and every inch of it they could reach while his hands never stopped from aiding you in riding him,

your soft moans landed directly on his ear easily sending him into a trance as he felt overstimulated by feeling you everywhere around him, all over him and this was undoubtedly his favourite place to be, you could feel your release steadily building up as heeseung kept altering between relaxing and tensing his thigh, each movement sending jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body,

you could by now feel his length standing proud and poking at your other leg that was placed between his, his own breaths getting heavier against your neck while his nails dug into your hips, “i’m so close, hee.” you mewled out next to his ear, eyes closing once you felt the coil in your abdomen mere seconds from snapping, the water splashed around the tub, some droplets landing against the floor while you continued,

he nodded along to your words, “i know, baby.” he whispered against your skin, your movements quickened the more you felt your release approaching, your climax right around the corner while heeseung’s lips never left your skin, praises falling into your ear as his body practically moulded with yours, he held you closer once he felt your legs twitching besides his, “i’m cumming, hee— oh my god!” you cried out as your release washed over you headily, your wetness spurting all over his skin once intense waves of pleasure filled your body,

whispers of i got yous were the only thing keeping you grounded when you saw dots littering all across your vision, body spasming in pleasure as heeseung helped you in riding out your orgasm with his praises remaining continuous, if you thought you weren’t spent then, you totally are now.

“did so fucking well for me, baby.” he spoke quietly to you as you nuzzled further into his chest, “but you didn’t finish—“ you started off, hand lowering to his abdomen to help him before he gripped your hand, bringing it upwards to place a soft kiss to your knuckles, he held your it close to his lips as he cut you off, “no baby, you already did so well for me, this is something i’ll take care, okay?” he replied tenderly, pressing a soft kiss into your cheek after you nodded to his words,

“now let’s get you out and go to sleep, how does that sound, love?” he asked, smiling adoringly at your tired state, “amazing.”

soft groans reached your ears as the sunlight steadily peeked through into your shared bedroom, the arms that wrapped around you as you fell asleep a few hours prior suddenly had a tighter grip on you, heeseung’s hands moved on your body, caressing and fondling every inch of skin beneath his fingers while his hot breaths landed on your shoulder as your back was turned towards him,

“hee?” you called, voice laced with sleep while your eyes remained closed, heeseung’s movements paused for a second, you could tell he was trying to regulate his breathing behind you before his hands resumed, “i need you angel, i want to please you so bad.” his needy and whiny voice shocked you, knocking away any remaining thought of sleeping out of your head the moment you heard him, inevitably causing a familiar wetness to pool in your panties, did he see a dream or something?

“seung what-“ “please, just let me eat you out.” he cut you off, and if you weren’t shocked before you for sure were now, he quickly turned you around to face him to see just how desperate he was at this sudden moment, “i couldn’t stop thinking about it yesterday, you were too tired but now that you slept i have to do this,” he rambled out, his body felt ten times hotter than yours as his arms pulled you towards his chest, “sit on my face.”

and you really didn’t have to be told twice,

so here you were now, gripping on the headboard— well what remained of the headboard with your legs placed around heeseung’s shoulders, back arching as he fucked his tongue in and out of your sopping hole,

your body shook with intense pleasure, still weak and aching from a few hours earlier yet still so responsive to every move made by heeseung, the same arms that broke free of the iron cuffs and ripped the ropes from yesterday now had a vice grip on your thighs and hips to keep you in your place, guaranteeing that you have no choice but to take what he’s been dying to give you since the moment your tongue ran along his dick yesterday,

quiet moans left your mouth when heeseung began to switch between fucking his tongue into your cunt only to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves a second later, and he made sure that when he thrusted his tongue in your gummy walls, his nose pressed against your clit perfectly, his hips were yearningly thrusting into the blanket in hopes of slightest bit of friction, yet his main focus still remained on pleasuring you.

your groans and whimpers increased in volume as you felt the tightening of the coil in your abdomen increase, the pleasure already running through your veins intensely from the mere build up, heeseung mirrored every noise you were making on your cunt, each hum sending a dizzying vibration that pushed you further to the edge,

“hee, baby— i’m so close.” you moaned out, heeseung could already tell you were moments away from your climax from the way you were gushing on his mouth and he was glad to lick every drop, the pace of his movements surged in speed at your words, “cum for me, angel.” he hummed against your clit and that was enough to have the familiar stars dazzle your sight,

your legs shook uncontrollably around his head whilst heeseung licked and sucked everywhere, he continued eating you out sloppily as your wetness decorated all over the lower half of his face and he couldn’t be happier.

heeseung was humming along to your moans of pleasure, feeling just as high on ecstasy as you were, jaw slack while he licked up all what you had to offer before opting to just place soft kisses,

your body was holding on for dear life— the only form of stability was the headboard that you could no longer depend on as your grip got weaker the longer heeseung kept kissing you in a mind numbing manner, your body melted in his hold while your brain felt like it turned into mush, the grip he had on your legs tightening when your convulsing legs attempted to move away once he slowly began to overstimulate you,

your whimpers turned shaky when he pressed one long kiss before he finally allowed you to pull away, his hands instantly moved to hold your body close to his, proudly displaying his smiling face that was glistening with your wetness to you,

“heeseung you’re rock hard,” you stated as your eyes unintentionally lowered to the obvious tent in the middle of the blanket, “baby, the way you moaned my name was so hot. i would literally cum if you touch me once right now.” he replied, nuzzling his face closer to you while being mindful of keeping you clean,

“then let me help you,” and before heeseung could protest again, your hand briskly went under the blanket, dipping below his boxers to finally give attention to his throbbing cock,

in an instant, a low moan was drawn out from his chest whilst his eyes immediately closed in pleasure, your fingers ran along his length, his leaking precum aiding in the smooth movement of your hand, jerking your wrist to move up and down before pausing to press your thumb atop his gushing slit,

heeseung hissed in sensitivity, the hold he had on your waist tightening when he inched his mouth closer to your ear, “don’t tease me if you don’t want me to repeat yesterday.” he warned quietly, and you had no intentions to do so whatsoever,

“i really just want to please you,” you replied honestly making heeseung smile, “you’re already doing so well.” he moaned out once your hand picked up the pace, his red tip was covered with his precum as his cock throbbed in your hand, you quickly went closer towards his legs once his thighs began to twitch, leaving heeseung to throw his head back on the pillow while his hands gripped the sheets beneath him,

“so close.. i’m so close,” he babbled out, eyes shut in pleasure with his hips jerking forward uncontrollably, you studied his every twitch and shake as you continued the movement of your hands, studied the flexing of his abs as the coil in his stomach tightened unbearably, studied the way his jaw went slack while moans reverberated from his chest, studied the way his veins were popping from the tight grip he had on the sheets,

you could tell he was moments away from his climax, and with the sudden thought of heightening his pleasure you quickly acted upon it— the motion of your hands continued with heeseung’s eyes shut and head thrown back and the moment you lowered your head so lick at his tip had him shaking beneath you,

you swiftly began to suck on his pulsing tip, tongue licking along his slit as you hollowed your cheeks before pushing your head lower to his length, the sudden change made heeseung’s head bolt upwards, wide eyes that lined with a thin veil of tears gazed at you, his breaths getting shakier the longer you kept moving your head up and down his cock,

“fuck— right there baby, just like that. just like that, angel,” he rambled on, head falling back against the pillow as he could feel sweat rolling down his temples, the pleasure in his body flared when you once again began to tease that one pronounced vein that had his eyes rolling back to his skull

“baby— oh my god” he moaned loudly, not having the chance to warn you before his climax flushed over his body, hot spurts of his cum ran down your throat while you continued to suckle on his tip, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as your hand continued to jerk off his length, heeseung felt light headed, absolutely delirious when he started to feel himself being pushed into overstimulation, his deep moans echoed through the walls of your room as you kept pleasuring him,

he could feel the continuous sensation of ecstasy and euphoria running through his veins and numbing his head, sparks of pleasure shooting along his spine once you forced yourself lower and deepthroated him, and god he was cumming so fucking much.

you were struggling to keep up with him, tears aligning in your waterline while some escaped from the intense burning in your throat as you struggled to accommodate his length so deep in you, yet you remained with your nose pressed against his pelvis while his body shook, you finally gave him what he’s been waiting for since yesterday and god heeseung has never felt this good.

once his body calmed down to slight twitches you pulled away, the sight of your swollen and glistening lips covered in his cum made heeseung’s sensitive cock twitch, his eyes remained glued on you as you lolled your clean tongue out to show him, and he had to fight the urge to pound into you like yesterday.

he smiled at you in exhaustion before easily pulling your body upwards, he kissed along your face and jaw, relishing in all of your giggles as he held you close to him, tight in between his arms, right where you belong.

“satisfied now?” you questioned out as you nuzzled closer into his chest, “so satisfied i could marry you tomorrow.”

“he WHAT?!” jake’s voice pierced throughout your room, it was currently the evening, the day after heeseung’s birthday where his closest friends came to visit your apartment, and while heeseung was busy gaming with sunghoon in the living room, jaeyun pulled you into your bedroom to question you about how his “genius” plan went.

“he broke the handcuffs, jake.” you sighed in exasperation, you’ve already explained the story three times yet jake’s mind refused to process the fact that his plan completely backfired,

his widened eyes stared at yours in shock and bewilderment, having difficulty understanding just how heeseung broke free— “what about the ropes? how did they not-“ “he ripped them in a second, jake.” you cut him off before he started another endless rant,

now jake knew that heeseung and sunghoon (along with jongseong sometimes) went to the gym, building up a consistent routine that took place mainly in the mornings, and yes he was aware that the routine was established a few months ago— yet he was sure that heeseung would stand no chance against iron handcuffs, and to ease his doubts he added the ropes,

“you underestimated him terribly, jae.” you spoke out, exhaustion evident in your tone as you hadn’t been able to have the best sleep of the night, your mind attempting to process all the events that took place yesterday yet the one that disturbed you the most was how unaffected heeseung was now, as he was helping jongseong in the kitchen a few minutes ago before agreeing on playing a few rounds with sunghoon,

“well.. i’ll have to invest in better handcuffs next time, how are you by the way?” he replied, curious eyes studying your movements, “hm?” you questioned in confusion, uncertain of what he was implying, “are you like… sore or anything?” he replied, his gaze now avoidant as he used his hands to aid him in expressing himself, oh.

“what do you think?” you looked at him, eyes very clearly indicating that you’ve reached your limit, “well.. he does have a pretty bad temper, i hope it wasn’t anything too harsh.” he smiled innocently, nodding his head along to his own words to convince himself

“who has bad temper?” oh gosh, speak of the devil.

heeseung stood at the doorway of the room, his gaze switching between your figure on the bed and jake’s standing one, “clearly you.. what even made you break the headboard last night?” jake asked cluelessly attempting his best to switch the topic of conversation,

“why are you interested about last night?” heeseung questioned, eyebrows knitting together before his gaze found the bag next to jake’s leg, it was jake’s bag, and it had the broken handcuffs and ropes from yesterday, and suddenly a light bulb went off atop heeseung’s head as his eyes widened

“so it was you?!” heeseung practically yelled at jake, an accusatory finger pointing at him when all the dots connected, “me?!” jaeyun pushed his innocent act further, mirroring heeseung’s shocked expression and pointing in confusion at himself while you just stared in anticipation at the two grown men,

“it was your idea, sim jaeyun!” and with that final yell from heeseung, jake ran out of the room.

A, NOTE. pt2: the first part of the whole tying up & handcuff breaking was inspired by a jungkook fic i read on wattpad years ago so credit goes to that author for the inspiration ! i unfortunately can’t remember the fic nor the title :(

i’m so sorry for the delay that happened with this fic, it’s crazy to think about how this was supposed to be posted 2.5 months ago yet i just finished it, i’ve come to the realisation that i prefer longer fics that have more scenes in them which obviously require a lot of writing so i’ve decided to not set release dates for my future fics,

the foreshadow soulmate!jake is one that i’m still working on ! and it’s 100% going to be longer than this one considering that now this “surprise” fic is my longest one :0 a bit shocking for me honestly, anywho next up i’ll try my hardest to put out my jake fic but if not & i put out smth different just know that im still working on it bcs i really like soulmate tropes :] anywho happy new year ! wishing everyone happiness & health for this year <3

[moonlightwonu]

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“When in Rome” by @highvern

Fem!reader || Fluff, smut, angst || W.C: ~24k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･After months of no contact, Seungcheol isn't sure what to expect when he sees you again at Jeonghan's wedding. He's prepared to apologize, to grovel, to bear the weight of a cold shoulder. Whatever it takes to have you back, his best friend since diapers; or whatever will ensure the last third of your trio has the best day of his life. But when he overhears the most recent development in your relationship, he must come to terms with something he was never prepared for, or risk losing you for good.

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“Villain! Seungcheol” by @hoshifighting

Fem!reader || Superpower au, angst, smut, crack || W.C: 13k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･After facing constant rejection from your own boyfriend, you discover he’s a superhero flying around the city. Seungcheol, the so-called 'villain,' stepped in when you were left as bait, exposed to your boyfriend's enemies. It turns out, he's the one who truly took care of you. 

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"The Great War" by @amourcheol

Fem!reader || Historical au, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff || W.C: 41k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

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“Push it Down (Sooner or Later it all Comes Out)” by @dontflailmenow

[Series] || Fem!reader || Camboy au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst || Total W.C: 50.3k || Parts: 5

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

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“Always Only You” by @honeyhotteoks

Fem!reader || Childhood friends to lovers, smut || W.C: 14.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead. 

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“Tomorrow Tonight” by @cheolbooluvr

Fem!reader || Angst, Friends to lovers, Idiots to lovers, mutual pining || W.C: 20.8k

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"Ex-conomics" by @ugh-yoongi

Fem!reader || Uni au, exes to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff || W.C: 13.4k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you supported seungcheol through years of being an aspiring athlete, and all you got to show for it was your undergraduate degree and an awkward, stuttered apology when he dumped you to go semi-pro. now he’s back after an injury derailed his career, and there’s only one problem: you’re the only one available to tutor him. you - 0; the universe - 1. talk about no return on investment.

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"Amnesia" by @sailorrhansol

Fem!reader || Fwb to lovers, smut, angst || W.C: 11.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Choi Seungcheol has never been the type to commit to relationships - casual is more his thing. You’re fine with that - except you and Seungcheol seem to be terrible at casual when it comes to one another. 

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"Good Luck, Fermata Tower" by @beefboyandbabygirl

Fem!reader || Firewatch au, fluff, angst, smut, comfort || W.C: 13.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･after the death of your roommate you have to find a greater purpose to life. what better way than to became a fire lookout with a surprisingly charismatic neighbour tower?

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"All Roads Lead Back to You" by @the-boy-meets-evil

Fem!reader || Exes to lovers, angst, smut || W.C: 10.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year

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[venmondiese]

ONE MISSING POINT

-ˋˏ| summary: Failing the class just for one point, and you ask Michael Gavey his help to pass the exam. Tutoring isn't his strenght, neither is yours.

✧ | Pairing: Michael Gavey x reader

✧ | word count: 2.8k

✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, public masturbation (m receiving), humilliation, Michael is a virgin and he doesn't last long.

It was practically a tradition that Mr. Bynes posted the results of the class in the (most important) headboard in the whole university, and people practically crowded around the single paper sheet searching for their grades and to see if they were at risk of failing the course entirely. If so, they had to do the mandatory exam which was by no means friendly. 

He isn’t as worried as people around him, trying to make his way in the crowd to see the paper. He had to awkwardly pass through some people crying over it before he could see the paper. 

He approved it all. He expected it, of course, since he always participated and was one of the few who understood something the professor said. Sure, he didn’t have straight 100%, but nothing lower than 80%, which was really good upon seeing some people had more than one 0. 

It was a relief, but again, expected. He shrugs and goes on with his life as he walks away, thinking of going to his dorm and annotating his grades to later on calculate his final average score. 

“Michael! Michael Gavey” a voice calls him, as he sets his feet on the grass. He turns around, seeing you walking closer to him, as quickly as you could. 

“Ehm… yes” he says, awkwardly, looking at you. 

You shared calculus and some other classes, and you were good. Not bright, exceptional or anything, but good. And you were so much better at other things, more social and bold things he doesn’t dare to do. 

“Hi… how did you do?” You ask, slightly out of breath as you try to be polite. 

“Ehm… fine, I guess” he doesn’t get why you talk to him now.

“You passed?” You ask tentatively. “I… I saw your grades, and it was awesome, really impressive…” You hesitate before adding “I am sorry, I know… it’s weird, but… You were like one of the few people who actually passed.”

Michael shrugs. as he nods. “I guess so.”

“And you see…” You say taking his arm to interlock it with hers, as you and your friends did when walking together. It was so womanly, he felt weird. Or maybe everyone did it and he didn’t know…? “I had good grades, I did well in that essay that everyone hated… But I had one test in which I got 40%, because I transferred badly one of the gross numbers, and before you ask, I did calculate it… But since I transferred it wrong, the final value was wrong”

“Ah…” he says, not sure what to say “That sucks”

It didn’t suck. To him, it was like a stupid mistake easily avoidable. 

“Well, I was one point away from pass the course, and I explained this to the professor but… didn’t listen, you know him, he said that one point is missing, so I have to give the exam, and I need like 20%, but still..., and now I desperately come to you to beg you to please help me and tutor me” she says, as she turns to look at him. 

He blinks. He didn’t do tutorings on his free time. He did them for extra money, for credits or whatever reason. 

“Please Mikey!” You say, grabbing his hands. “Please please please, I only needed one more point to pass the class, I know about the subject, and it was a silly mistake. You don't even have to teach me from zero, only... go over the things we studied and that... please!”

He isn’t willing to do this. He doesn’t want to do this, yet he is weak. After all, he is a man. And he isn’t blind, you are pretty. Like out-of-his-league pretty. And you are prettier closer.

“Fine…”

You lean to kiss his cheek with a smile, and you nod. “It’s a date then. Tomorrow in the library? Could it be at four?”

He blinks a few times, trying to process the whole thing. He was supposed to finish the semester quickly, and… now he is caught up trying to teach you so you don’t fail a course, all because his mind betrays him. 

So, he tries to do the whole ordeal as smoothly and quickly as possible. He doesn’t want to do this but whatever. At least you are not dumb on the matter, you know something. He has heard some of the answers you give in the classes, and they weren’t as bad as one would hope. 

He’s sitting at one of the study desks, right beside a large shelf, and the library was with a few other students, concentrated in their own thing. He brought his notes with him, even if it was illegible. He tries not to be impatient, as he checks the clock on his wrist. 

“Sorry for being late, I– I got caught in something and…” You say, and you were breathing a bit heavily. 

“No big deal…” he stutters, as his gaze darts down to your blouse. Logically, since summer was getting closer and closer, you wouldn’t be wearing a sweater, but he didn’t expect… Well, he didn’t know what he expected. 

Why was he being so weak around you?

“Sit, I have my notes to show you…” He says, and so you take a seat by his side as you curiously lean to check his notes. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, he was very neat in his handwriting, even if they looked like the handwriting of someone in the 1700s.

You are not such a bad learner, and he was rather enjoying teaching you after some time. You actually heard him, as he explained in depth how to have the correct answer for all, as he tries to address everything.  You asked good questions, and pointed at the mistakes he had given you, to see if you could identify them in an exercise. 

As close as you were, Michael could smell how your perfume was nice. It smelled sweet, but not so much that he would like to throw up. Besides, everytime you stared at him, he could feel a bit uneasy, since he got a bit nervous. Your gaze was deep, and he didn’t know what it meant. 

Clearing his throat, he writes a new problem for you to solve. He had done a lot when studying, so he copied one of his. He hopes that focusing on the study will help him to distract himself from the weird feelings around you. 

“Here, try this one” he says, handing the notebook to you. It is complex, but doable. 

He manages to explain really well, as he gets into the theme and all. You do the work, and slide it over for him to check it. 

“You have a girlfriend, Mikey?” You ask softly. 

He looks at you, before turning back to check the answer. “Eh… no” he mutters, trying not to be ashamed. 

You were actually great, you are very tidy when unfolding the exercise and actually took in his advice, he can see it. Yet, you make the same mistake, you took the gross value as the final one. 

He made a circle, and he was ready to explain. 

“He-Oh” he gasps, feeling your hand on his thigh. He was frozen. 

Maybe it fell onto it. Maybe it was by mistake, it was surely by mistake, there was no way it was intentional. And surely it was a mistake how you caressed his inner thigh so… slowly. 

“Oh, did I get it wrong?” You ask, looking at him as if you didn’t have your hand at his thigh.  

He felt his head doing a short circuit, as if trying to understand what this meant. Was he imagining things? He surely must be. 

“Y-Yes, here… here you took the gross value…” he mutters pathetically, he was confused, he didn’t know what was happening. He wasn’t complaining, at all, but what does that mean?

What did it mean that you had your hand on his thigh? Surely, it was something… reasonable. 

“I’ll re-do it” you say, taking the notebook. And you didn’t take your hand away. 

He was frozen. This can't be happening. He's supposed to be helping you with your studies, not... not whatever this is. And yet, his body is betraying him, his skin tingling under your touch, his pants beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. 

He grips on the edge of the table, looking at the ceiling of the library. Suddenly, he is very aware of his surroundings, looking around as if everyone knew that your hand was sliding up as you did the exercise. Women surely can multitask…

“Eh, well, now… we can use the formula… you-you know it” he says, his throat feeling dry as he tries not to whimper. 

“Yeah, yeah. Like the rosary.” You say with a confident nod.

“Yeah… so, what’s the next step?” He prompts you, as your hand is higher and higher, and he is starting to lose his mind. 

“Replace the values, a… with this, and b…” your hand brushes higher and he lets out a little whimper, thinking you were about to stroke his cock… yet it doesn’t happen. It’s a pathetic sound he emits, and he gets red after it. “With this…”

He sees you replace the values, rewriting the formula, ready to be used.

“Right?” You ask, with one of your sweet smiles as if you didn’t know what was happening. 

“Eh, yeah… yeah, that…” he says, trying not to sound that pleased, even if he starts to feel the arousal pool on his stomach.

He starts to feel himself straining against his pants. It was painfully arousing, and he tried to play it cool. He didn’t want for you to notice, as you caressed his inner thigh.

“I… I need a break” he says suddenly, looking at you. 

You look at him a bit pouty even, as he grips on the edge of the seat trying to breathe in and breathe out. “But I am learning” you say to him “I really am”

You were driving him insane. He didn’t even know if he should address the elephant in the room. Maybe he’ll say something about it, and you’ll stop, be disgusted and leave. 

But he tries to keep inside his whimpers, since the library was the worst place ever to do this. Everyone quiet and it’s open for anyone to see. 

“I think… I..” He hesitates, falling to being able to finish a sentence. He moans softly, feeling your hand brush against his notorious erection, and he can’t bear it anymore. “Ah, please…” 

Michael was blushing, embarrassed of it all as he tries not to move his hips to follow the touch of your hand, since it isn’t where he really needs. How could he be so weak? His cock wasn’t even being touched now, but he felt so dizzy already. Maybe it was because, okay, he had never been with anyone else, but it was… embarrassingly little time to be so… needy. 

When he feels your hand on the tent of his pants, he whimpers, the sound too loud and filthy that his left hand goes instantly to his mouth, covering it to mute himself before he does another embarrassing thing that gives them away. 

“Y-You.. You have to stop” Michael murmurs, the words muffled against his palm as he looks at you, glasses sliding through his nose slightly. He was so flustered, he looked cute. 

“Why?” You ask in a pout, not wanting to. 

“I can’t– I need…” He tries to say, to make a coherent thought as your hand moves to follow the shape of his erection. It sends shivers on his spine and he practically melts on the seat as his eyes are rolled back in pleasure. How could it feel so good? “I… I… We can’t…”

He seems so confused with his own thoughts. “We can…” You murmur, looking around as nobody was actually watching them. “If you really want me to stop… I’ll stop”

Michael doesn’t want you to stop. He really didn’t. But he didn’t want to get caught, it would be embarrassing. 

“We are in public” he says, his eyes searching yours. 

“Yes, I know” you say, not stopping the strokes on his cock above his clothes “But look at how much you like it” 

He’s already made a small, wet patch at the front of his pants. Oh, god, he thinks. He looked away, it felt embarrassing, his face feeling hotter as embarrassment creeped into his gut alongside pleasure. 

He liked it, but he was trembling with a mixture of emotions, and he didn’t know what to think. He was so close too…

“Please…” He begs senselessly, he doesn’t even know why he is begging. “I don’t wanna make a mess…”

Your hand touches him with the clothes in between, but the fabric of his light brown pants was thin, and it felt almost delicious. He would hump your hand if you two weren’t in a library. 

“You are making a mess…” You coax him softly, as he tenses his shoulder and falls slightly against yours, as his body was trembling with arousal. 

“I don’t wanna stain my pants” He murmurs embarrassed, in a little voice as he feels his balls tighten up as your hand insists on the head of his cock, stroking it through the fabric.

“It’s hot” you murmur back to him, and your hand is on the wet patch “And when you cum, I’ll feel it here”

He can’t form a proper sentence as he feels you hand caressing his dick, he felt the wetness on the tip of his cock, and even if it was so unlike him, he found himself so aroused. He is on the verge of cumming on his pants, just from the touch of a woman. Damn, you aren’t even touching his cock directly. 

He felt like a teen, needy and so hormonal. He wasn’t like this fromages ago, and he finds himself leaning on you, his forehead against your shoulder as he whimpers softly, his hips searching your touch as he is close. 

The thought of cumming in his pants, making a mess was both humiliating and arousing, as his body tense with each stroke. “I can't… i… I'm going to…” 

His hand goes to cover his own mouth as he reaches his peak, a strangled moan coming from his throat and his hand muffles the whimpers he lets out. He can feel his cock spurting cum into his underwear and trousers. He doesn’t want to call attention, but he cums so hard, his body basically slumps back in his seat as he feels his balls tighten with each rope of cum that his cock leaks. 

You are awfully quiet afterwards, moving your hand away as you clean it and he tries to gain his breath, feeling dizzy already and so pleased. He wants to hide his face in shame, and the other wants to beg you to do it again. 

“I’m sorry” he murmurs.

“Don’t be” you whisper back to him, looking at his wet spot on his crotch. “To me, it was amazing. You definitely made one of my fantasies come true”

He blushes, he feels very self conscious all of the sudden, and he makes sure no one in the library paid attention to them and what they were doing. He moves slightly as if trying to cover up the wet patch on his jeans. 

“You enjoyed it?” You ask him, not pushing him too hard.

“Yeah…” He admits, slightly embarrassed but also very much pleased. 

You look at the forgotten notebooks, and then to him, as he accommodates on the seat and moves his hair slightly as if that would make him go unnoticed by everyone else.

“If it is worth anything, your tutoring did help me tons” you say, taking your notebooks together to save them in your pack. 

He is glad that he could help. Maybe this was your way of repaying? He couldn’t know or decipher it. He takes his things and saves them up in his bag as well. He wanted to go to his dorm and take a shower, and put on pajamas and think about this. 

“I’m not great with words…” He starts, his tone hesitant but trying to overcome it. “But… Thank you. I really… Hm. It was cool”

You smirk, nodding slightly as you appreciate his words. 

“A bit riské” you tease him playfully.

“Yeah…” he chuckles softly, scratching the back of his neck. “I am a mess”

As he adjust the glasses on his nose, you hum, “Well, nobody really cares but you and me”

“I can’t believe we did… that… in here…” He mumbles, dumb founded. “And I was… so… I completely lost it…”

“Do girls usually make you… lose it?” you ask in a whisper. “Or do you last longer, and I happen to have magical hands?”

He blushes to the blunt question, looking anywhere but to your face as he avoids answering. “Well, um…” he doesn’t want to admit his lack of any experiences with girls “Girls don’t…. touch me like that” he says in a whisper. “So I can’t say…”

You didn’t judge, looking at him, and you nodded.

“Well, next time we’ll see”

Next time. He looks at you with eyes slightly wide, as he tries not to stutter his words. “Next time?”

“Obviously” You say smiling to him. “If I pass the exam, we are doing it without the pants” You say smugly “And… more”

He was so lucky you missed one point to pass the course. 

[twistedpink]

“If you, the beastkeeper, do not spread this email to 6 people before the end of supplementary spooky season, the one you love the most dearly will be cursed until the last eve has passed. Ignore at your own risk!“ Spam email aside, you’re not bothering your friends with it even for a joke,, A couple days pass and sure enough, (because isn’t your luck legendary?) your boyfriend is turned into a hideous monster- foretold to stay that way until the winterween season has ended :0 Will he attack you? How can you support him? And most importantly, will the snack stash last long enough to avoid the holiday rush?

Zombie!Ace Trappola

Ace was actually the one to send you the message, (like he doesn’t bother you enough) he thinks people trying to make extra holidays a thing is hilarious! He’ll also use whatever excuse he can to deny that he’s been turned into the dumbest monster there is,, You’re lucky it’s only for a couple days- else he’d start gnawing on you to get his protein in :) The “joking” about eating you was wayyy too soon, so for his last couple hours he’s tied up on the couch to avoid any sneak attacks.. Nothing’ll stop his smart mouth though, and he makes sure you know how much he needs you to come back! Whenever you do show up he says it’s just to change the channel, but his involuntary babbling (both sleep deprived and zombieish) says a different story <3

“babeee,,, C’mere, I won’t eat you. If I wanted to I would’ve, even then my bite’s not too bad.. BOO! Did I spook you??”

Banshee!Cater Diamond

You’d better have experience with subway surfers and stalking magicam, Cater’ll die if you can’t entertain him!! He phases through anything around the house, anytime he talks it’s uncontrollably loud, and he can’t even touch you :( He gets mini premonitions, but it’s not as cool as you’d expect. Since you’re not in danger with modern commodities, he gets visions of who gets canceled next or what’s going bad in the fridge :/ Cater flying around is much better than dealing with a troll- but he’s not happy about the pajamas he “died in”, and will make sure to be more fashionable in bed! <3

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE sorry, that pic is cute!! Can you video me again? I know it hasn’t worked yet, just one last try and we’ll take a nap, scout’s honor!”

Ogre!Jack Howl

If you thought Jack was too big before, he gets massive with the curse :0 Poor guy can’t keep up with the height- sheer bulk weighing him down and stopping him from getting his chores done (no matter how careful he is). You eventually resolve to put him on bedrest, but he can’t reach far enough to wash his back anymore, so you’re forced to rinse him off with a warm towel <3 The new mass has definitely affected how he fills his clothes out, and it hurts being so buff :( New stretch marks mar his biceps, and growing pains don’t seem that painful until you remember how bad they were at like fourteen. Massaging the ache from his muscles while you babble about your day’s all he could ask for, and he loves that you take care of him <33

“Oh, you’re running the wash? I’ll finish it, and it’s only right to fix that cabinet you’ve been talking about.. You don’t have to thank me! I know you’d do the same.”

Kelpie!Floyd Leech

Floyd is already unbelievable on his normal setting, but now you trap him in the bathtub?? Blashphemy! Getting a good soak wears his transformation potion down, so now he’s trying to drag you into the tub while being too tall (long??) to fit inside it,, You can hardly tell if the curse even affects him apart from the translucent sheen of his skin and the fact that his impressions are really good now. (He’s tricked you into opening the front door way too many times because he can imitate knocking now) Joking about drowning you is just a normal Floyd activity, but by the second pass of his tail going for your wrist, you decided to wait the curse out from your bedroom.. It’s for the best, but that doesn’t mean your pet kelpie doesn’t get lonely :(

“WAIT! I learned how to do a new noise come backkk :( Fine. Stay away, I don’t want you at my party,, *distant dolphin sounds*”

Werewolf!Epel Felmier

Two words, hell freaking yeah. No matter what you say he’ll take the transformation in stride- nobody else gets to be this manly!! He’s shoving new body hair in your face like a trophy, but you never remembered movie werewolves being so,, Clingy? Epel’s always feining for a scratch behind the ears to keep him in “peak form”, and unlike the other guys he goes out of his way to be in public. The curse gets him high off putting an arm around your waist and nodding at the beastmen he knows.. After his usual 3 hours of messing up the apartment before bed, the insomnia is ruff. Good thing his honey’s there to help him out <3

“I am NOT sum’ mutt >:( Vil’s jus got it in the ol’ melon to keep ma hair tidy, so you’ve gotta help!”

Chupacabra!Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is obsessed with the little detail that this “blessing” picked him out of all the people in your life, and gets weirdly smug with it,, Nothing about his life changes too much (avoiding the sun and whatnot) but he does get a little “method” with his role as the beast to your beauty <3 A week passes in the blink of an eye, so you’d better treasure your rented monster! He takes every opportunity to nurse the sensitive column of your neck, babbling about some “unique instincts”.. For a month after the curse has subsided, you wake up with fresh bites along any exposed skin- Lilia’s lucky you think he’s so cute, not many would believe his naive act! He capitalizes on his boyfriend privileges, for they are nothing if not special <3

“Ah! You believe I am the night terror? You would blame the one you “love most dearly” for this?? Heinous!”

[thechy-fychannel]

I saw a few other blogs doing this so I thought I'd share my input on what I think would happen in the House MD universe in 2024:

the constant jokes abt house and wilson's relationship turns into the fellows jokingly writing fanfic abt their boss and his boy best friend. somewhere along the way they all get very serious abt the quality of it and it turns into a Whole Thing, a 150k+ novel that they vow to take to their graves.

house discovers the fic by accident and sends it to wilson. wilson discovers things abt himself and then he and house discover each other shortly thereafter.

house purposefully posts the fic online and credits the fellows by their entire full names so it embarrasses them more than house and wilson. It's never spoken abt again but it gets way more online attention than any of them expected.

wilson doesn't get how the Cloud works and accidentally uploads his and house's nudes to the google nest hub on his desk. He doesn't notice it until one of his sweet little old lady cancer patients points it out to him during their appointment. He throws the google nest hub into his trash can until he can figure out how to get the naked pictures off of it.

house has an alexa and abuses the hell out of it. sometimes ppl hear him screaming at someone in his office, only to walk in and find a robotic voice replying with "sorry, I didn't get that" and house throws it off the balcony.

wilson gets addicted to online shopping. house has to stage an intervention bc they do not have enough room in their closet for another pair of prada loafers and their kitchen is full of shitty gadgets that wilson bought off temu or something.

some right wing social media influencer comes in with a mysterious illness and ends up getting castrated as part of the solution. 13 personally does the procedure herself and house watches like a proud dad.

a patient reveals chase's grindr by shoving his phone at him and asking "is this you?" abt the headless profile with the ripped abs that says Dr. Feel Good, 0 feet away, in front of the rest of the team.

foreman finds the team doing tiktok dances bc house told them to learn it in order to understand their 15 yr old patient better.

chase medically murders mitch mcconnel and the entire hospital celebrates ding dong the witch is dead style.

there's a whole episode where house faces his transphobia bc of a trans patient that he connects with. the patient tells him to fuck off and go face his own problems instead of pretending to make it right by being nice to one trans person. And house does, even if he's not perfect, he really tries to do better.

13 gets her medical marijuana card and accidentally becomes the team's plug. her main customer is wilson who still supplies it to certain terminal patients. She hears "hey, can I hit your pen?" at least four times a day.

foreman buys a tesla and it blows up in the parking lot. they spend the entire episode trying to figure out who tried to kill foreman, but it turns out that teslas just do that sometimes.

there's an episode where house finds out that netflix is removing his favorite obscure tv show that ran for 2 seasons in 2002 and wilson recruits the team to hunt down a dvd copy of it without house finding out. they somehow manage to find one and spend a ridiculous amount of money on it, only to open the dvd case and find a copy of the porno wilson starred in that one time instead of the dvd of the show. park saves the day at the last minute by finding a copy of it in a box of dvds in her parents house.

[locustdays]

.ᐟ CREAM, NO SYRUP

synopsis: in which you try stop being friends with benefits with sukuna but it doesn't quite go to plan.

ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

cw. mdni: friends with benefits (quite cliché), oral (m!recieving), –semi-public, modern university AU, degradation kink

wc: 0.97k

a/n: aaa sorry for not posting in forever 😭 finals were kicking my ass and serving it on a platter!! and i also had 0 motivation or creativity

the café was supposed to be neutral ground. public, safe, no chance of sukuna pulling you into his orbit like the last two times you tried to end this… arrangement. you weren’t complaining about those failures, not really. sex with sukuna was never bad—it was phenomenal, earth-shattering, the kind of thing that left you boneless and questioning your life choices. but it had to stop.

somewhere along the line, over the past few months, you’d developed a teeny, tiny, catastrophic crush on him. maybe it was the way he degraded you in bed with that wicked grin, or how he’d always (without fail) draw a bath for you after unraveling you orgasm after orgasm. so, in those quiet moments, you’d catch yourself wondering if you meant something to him. but then you’d snap out of it. sukuna falling for you? the thought felt like a crime against reality.

he set the rules himself, in this very cafe actually, “don’t fall for me. seriously. If things start getting messy, we’re done. I’m not here to be tamed, fixed, or turned into some book boyfriend fantasy.” his words echoed in your head now, a stark reminder of the line you had crossed.

sukuna strolled through the café doors thirty minutes late, as expected. he dropped into the seat across from you, manspreading with one leg sprawled into the aisle, muttering, “sorry, got hung up with work.” his nonchalance was infuriating.

your heart pounded, nerves fraying despite the countless times you’d rehearsed this moment. you shoved the doubts to the back of your mind and took a breath.

“i think we should stop,” you blurted, the words spilling out faster than you meant. a weight lifted from your shoulders, but your chest still felt tight. “this… friends with benefits thing. whatever it is we’re doing.”

sukuna’s gaze locked onto yours, unreadable as always. he tilted his head slightly, one brow arching. “why?”

your throat went dry. you’d prepared for this, but his stare made your carefully crafted lie feel flimsy. “i’m… in love with someone,” you said, the half-truth bitter on your tongue. “it’d be wrong to keep this going.”

not a complete lie—you did have feelings, just not for some mystery person. you liked sukuna more than a friend, more than you should, and you knew better than to let it grow. you were choosing yourself, your sanity, over this reckless pull.

he stared at you, expression blank, but for a fleeting moment, you thought you caught a flicker of something… curiosity, maybe? no, that was wishful thinking. sukuna didn’t care. he was the kind of asshole who expected his partners to beg, to chase, never the other way around.

his cologne flooded your senses, sharp and intoxicating, as his eyes bore into you. could he see through you? the clink of coffee mugs, the obnoxious laugh from the table behind you, the hum of chatter all amplified, drowning out the chaos in your head.

“'kay,” he said finally, voice flat. “i should get going.” he stood, broad shoulders casting a shadow over the table, already half-turned to leave.

“wait!” the word slipped out before you could stop it, desperate and raw. you weren’t even sure why you’d said it. some part of you wasn’t ready for him to walk away, not like this.

he turned back, one brow raised, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. “what, changing your mind already?”

that was how you ended up here, against all odds. the cool, hard, gridded washroom tile pressed its chill into your knees. sukuna’s jeans pooled at his ankles and his thick cock heavy in your hands as you gripped him, thumb brushing over the slick tip. you looked up at him catching a glint in his gaze—not just lust, but something softer. fuck, he was getting fond of you, your fire, your mouth... and fuck, was he thankful that you chose to stay with him because he knew he was too stubborn to swallow his pride and beg for you. he was going to keep you around longer than planned.

right now, you were knew you owed him for the little fuck-up earlier and you could tell from the way he smirked down at you that he was ready to collect.

“look at you, so eager to make it up to me,” he sneered, voice low and taunting, but with a hungry edge. you leaned in, lips wrapping around him, taking him deep, the salty taste flooding your mouth as he groaned.

“fuck, that’s it, you little tease,” he growled, hand fisting in your hair, guiding your pace.

you bobbed your head, tongue swirling along his length, earning a sharp hiss as he began pushing himself back into your mouth, hips rocking slightly. the wet sounds filled the air as you sucked harder, cheeks hollowing.

sukuna’s grip tightened, his breaths turning ragged. “shit, you’re too fuckin’ good,” he muttered, voice cracking, a flicker of warmth in his tone. he liked you, more than he should, and it showed in the way his thumb grazed your cheek.

you pushed deeper, throat tightening around him, and he cursed under his breath. “fuck, i’m—” he groaned, cutting off as he came, hot and thick, pulsing over your tongue.

you swallowed every drop, pulling back with a soft pop, catching his heavy-lidded gaze. “good enough, ‘kuna?” you murmured, smirking.

sukuna chuckled, low and rough, yanking you up for a bruising kiss. “not bad, but you’re not off the hook yet. let’s hit my place, i’m keeping you for another round.”

a sharp knock echoed from the restroom door, followed by a hesitant voice. “uh, take your time, but… when you’re done, the janitor needs to clean up in there.”

he walked away, grumbling something about how he doesn’t get paid enough for this.

[judasgot-it]

I don't know if you're getting a request, but I have a request. Do you remember your post about how mushitarou and ango could be a father of a girl or a boy? Can you make the dazai and Fyodor version of that post?

Reread that post. I say bro so often, what is wrong with me?

Fyodor (girl dad)

Given that he is Russian and an old freak, he probably spoils the hell out of his daughter. But is also very strict - perfect grades, must learn 3 languages and play 3 instruments, and has to know how to shoot a gun perfectly.

I think he shows affection, but because he is just used to being manipulative, their relationship might be strained

He's not one to play games with his children. he's kind but he simply carries a serious energy; his daughter learns philosophy at a very young age thanks to this

doesn't mean he cant have fun. I think he would enjoy the silly things she makes, like friendship bracelets. he will keep it on for life I swear

Good chance she will turn out like him. Don't argue with her, it's like trying to argue with a lawyer. Fyodor is undeniably proud of this though

I think that he would let her get away with being a total bitch quite often. He has limits, but he also just can't take her complaints seriously. For him it's like a chihuahua trying to be a guard dog

Doesn't matter if she's 4 or 34, he sees no difference. It's never something worth taking seriously for him

Due to his age and experience, I think he would be freakish about some things. Like there is a 0% chance that he would let her have a boyfriend, and all of her friends would have to be vetted through him

I don't think he would really introduce her to the 'normal' world - he's lived for centuries, so he's seen empires and their laws fail time and time again. In his mind, there is no 'normal', since that definition can change quickly. he does no expect her to have children nor does he expect her to be married. but that might also be because he can't picture anyone being worthy of marrying his daughter

He also wants her to be able to defend herself. If she has an ability then he's even more concerned; that's probably his worst nightmare as a parent

If her mother is in the picture I think that would cause his relationship with his daughter to be even more strained. I don't think he would be an active father, since distance might be the best way to protect them

Fyodor knows more about his daughter than she knows about him. just a fact.

Nikolai might be an 'uncle' to her. Or at least somewhat active in her life.

Gonna be honest, I think Fyodor would make her think that he's a better person than he really is.

If she ever gets involved in the world of crime and abilities like he is then 100% he is stalking her every move and will be there to protect her if necessary. Is it weird? yes. but he's just being a dad.

I dont think his daughter would ever fully know him as a person. then again, does Fyodor even know himself?

Boy dad

If you thought he was strict before, then now it's even worse

He knows what he is capable, so he would expect the same from his son. Which is dangerous, because Fyodor knows the extent of his own crimes

Not to say that he doesn't love him. No, he obviously does

but there is a high chance that they would not get along together. even though his son might be exactly like him; smart, manipulative, and a little crazy. perhaps they're just too similar.

his son will likely be a total mama's boy. I just feel it in my bones.

it would be cute when he's young, but once he's older Fyodor would start to hate it. perhaps because he wont have full control over him

I feel like in general Fyodor would struggle to be a good parent to his kids; they know too much about him, and because of that, they don't fall easily for his tactics. They are his strongest enemies

A positive; Fyodor would have the same hobbies as his son. And it's one of the best ways for them to bond. catch them playing some songs together and you'll understand just how they're related

I think Fyodor wouldnt view his son as an equal unless proven wrong. He has high expectations, which would likely strain their relationship

he loves him though. but i think because he's so aware of his own cruelty that he almost lives in fear of someone just like him. almost.

Dazai (girl dad)

He'd struggle. like, a lot

Unlike Fyodor, who doesn't take his daughter too seriously, Dazai 100% would

to a scary amount. like, she might threaten to stop talking to him ever again because she's 4 and having a tantrum and it might actually cause Dazai to have a breakdown. good luck getting them both to calm down

Fatherhood might actually kill Dazai. because he hates himself and he would be convinced all the time that his daughter hates him

Is it healthy? no. absolutely not

he'll gladly play along with her games though. he'd probably play along with her too well; he'd have his own dress and everything for tea parties. he also is a big fan of her 'girl' shows

are they good? absolutely not but its fun to tease her about it. unironically watches bad dramas with her

cried when she made him a bad drawing of them holding hands. its stupid but he never could picture someone calling him 'best friend' genuinely.

the agency is 100% involved with her life.

Kunikida would probably be more responsible for her then Dazai. doesn't mean he's a bad father, but I think Dazai would struggle with the simple childhood joys

The agency is like her second family; everytime she comes back from school she'll right there. she's a near permanent fixture in the office

She might want to grow up to be just like them. Dazai absolutely shuts this down; he dgaf if she has an ability or not. although she will continue to try anyway

Dazai has no idea how to encourage a child to be better though. I feel like Kunikida and Fukuzawa would encourage her to go through higher education more than Dazai would

while not always there, I think she'll be aware of the port mafia. Does she know Dazai's connection with it? one day yes, but by god does she never tell her father

He knows that she knows, but that conversation would probably be extremely difficult for him. I think there's a lot of "I know that you know" between them, but they're both too careful to do anything

if she starts a fight with him then it's an absolute nightmare for the both of them. I think his daughter might have a sense of hyper independence and will start to argue with him very early

They both get over it. eventually. but there would likely be a long period of where his daughter will know the right things to say to hurt him. Dazai knows to be better now, but he isn't sure of the right alternative.

there might be a chance that his daughter would have mental health issues like him. which is terrifying, and might be the one reason why Dazai tries to take care of himself more. It's not a good example for a kid to see their father try to drown himself afterall.

gonna be honest though I think Dazai would use his daughter as a way to connect with Odasaku. while she might not be an orphan, he'll find that he can understand the pain Oda went through before his death

That probably terrifies him even more honestly. because now he knows just how bad that feeling is. like it's the shit that keeps him up at night

but all in all, I think he would have a good relationship with her. they both can bury the hatchet at least.

Boy dad

I think it's mostly similar to raising a daughter

But it's just a little easier; he has experience in shaping young men, so at least when his son is older he knows he won't struggle so much

He is kind to his son. but also more distant

unfortunately a lot of his experience works with those who are already broken. which means that there is likely a long period in his son's early years where he won't know the best answer to a person who never experienced the torture he did

there's a critical age in his son's life where they empathize with one another though. probably after a stupid breakup.

I think his son would make the bad mistake of assuming that his father knows nothing about his life or how bad he has it. which ends soon enough, but that doesn't mean it bridges the gap it caused

His son might end up more like Kunikida, which is both a blessing and a nightmare. a blessing because he is responsible and makes sure that his father is alive everyday, and a nightmare because he is far too capable as a person and can see Dazai's flaws as clear as day

There is a strange thing where his son is simply different from his father. Kind of like Atsushi, who wants to assume the best in people first. And will find that he cares little for romantic pursuits.

he might not care enough. Dazai knows how attractive he is, and his son certainly inherited it. but his son cares little for it, becoming rather serious and focused on his own pursuits

is it a bad thing? not necessarily. but its a tool to Dazai, one that's helped him time and time again. for him it feels like his son is throwing away opportunities that could only favor him

not to say that his son is incapable of manipulation. but he values the truth far more, which leads to him preferring to brute force his way through problems and situations

in a situation where Dazai would manipulate his way to the top, his son would simply slam the truth in front of him and expect everyone to follow the solution he sees as best

i can imagine it being very frustrating for them both. His son sees through his manipulation and Dazai knows that his son is right about how to solve his problems

its like telling a smoker that smoking is bad for them. its a constant struggle

they get along though. they have their differences but in the end of the day, dazai knows his son could survive without him and doesn't see the need to watch over him like a hawk

[fandomsmadness]

TBHX episode 8 rant

Hey, for once I'm not actively a wreck (just passively and internally curled up into a ball, not that that's much better)

Lucky Cyan is so precious omg. Heavy spoilers from this point on.

Before we start the breakdown, establishing timeline before I myself forget. Cyan survives a plane crash 23 years after commission (at 3 years old, I think someone said?) and by the time the episode ends we're 11 years from then, 34 years after commission and 2 years before Yang Cheng's whole...disaster.

Since I am apparently allegic to breaking down things in order, first up is religion. Jesus freaking Christ I did not expect that turn of events At. All. But it makes so much sense retrospectively!

Of course powers of luck would be distilled into a hope cult, of course she has a great singing voice, of course she was made a "sacred maiden" when she was not even hitting two digits of age. Her singing Neon Rain and its lyrics suddenly make a lot more sense now.

This shot killed me. I was not expecting religious commentary at all given what we knew of Lucky Cyan's background but I have to give it up for LHO, it's so well done.

There is a closely tied-in theme of exploitation here (and isn't that telling in and of itself) and I love how the episode took the time (it was noticeably slower paced to let this sink in, which I liked) to expound on the different types of exploitation and their extents, regardless of intentions.

I also loved (absolutely hated) how the Dean told Ms Zhao that she's exploiting the child, only for him to go and do it a whole other way, just without the money part. Morality really is subjective, but it doesn't stop exploitation from being exploitation.

Like girl really never had a break. She needs a hug.

Second - technically - on the list is that I am hyped about a character being from the media! I was really wondering how much censorship would be rampant to keep up trust value and now we have our answer:

A LOT.

But it also feels to me that the media is unfair and demands too much of heroes (as does everyone else, tbh). Expecting them to prevent every single accident (emphasis: accident) seems a bit of a stretch, and in airspace. It's impossible for heroes to monitor everything everywhere all the time, no matter the numbers. A singular accident leading to accusations and pointing fingers does seem far-fetched.

At the same time, what did they mean hero conflict? A hero couple in a scandal? Cyan's arc seems to be showing us the politics of the system through Liu Zhen far more than Lin Ling and Yang Cheng's understanding was able to fathom.

Me reading the subtitles: "Oh that's very particular wording." Liu Zhen two seconds after: "What do you mean?" Say what you want about Liu Zhen, but man undeniably has good reporting instincts. But I also think this means we will get to see Enlighter this arc too, or at least, the beginning of the fear org, whose name I have promptly forgotten.

Third on the list is trust value because hold on what do you mean it's always been like this.

Cyan has to be the daughter of a hero couple at this point. There's no way hero couples are suddenly introduced to us, Cyan has trust value out of nowhere, survives a plane crash with whisperings of "hero conflict" around it, for this to end up not being related to her trust value. It's fascinating how every single arc we've had so far have different stories on trust value.

And what was up with Yang Cheng and his 0 trust value when even the Bad Luck Calamity had 10?? What??

Other highlights:

Queen!

No wonder Queen is about order and decreasing chaos and seems very political, she has a reporter for a father (said father is increasingly suspicious as it goes but we ignore that for now). She's so poised at 14 and will likely meet Cyan soon through her dad I hope. Her statement about "wanting to overturn trust value" was also ringing multiple bells in my head somewhere.

Animation style

Gave me quite a few laughs, which was sorely needed in the middle of being deeply disturbed by how people treated Cyan.

X(?)

Idk, but that flyer's timing seemed very fishy. The X marks the spot on the treasure map, Queen striving to be X, even the cross behind Cyan's silhouette looking like an X there's a lot less subtle X references in this episode. The aforementioned scandal may kick off another hero tournament.

The good luck/bad luck combo

This is so precious and he's totally going to die isn't he? But he's the only one who seems to see Cyan as a person and not a means to be exploited until now.

Overall, great introductory episode, fuck the dean, and we have two years to go before we know Cyan is on stage performing while Xia Qing cries.

Also, I love her song. That is all.

[damnfeelings09]

VALENTINE'S DAY COUNTDOWN

First date - Shadow the Hedghog

Pairing: Shadow the hedghog x female reader Tags: fluff, comfort, awkward crush. Word count: 750. Prompt: you and Shadow have been friends for a while, and although he has a massive crush on you and is dying to have you as more than a friend he's not willing to take that step (secretly he's very insecure okay) after a little encouragement from Sonic he asked you out he never imagined how it would end. Notes: First valentine's day prompt and what better way to start it than with my eternal love Shadow. I'm love/romance depraved so these promts will be fluff in its cheesiest and purest form (like melting chocolate in a super sweet cotton candy ice cream with a Cherry on top kind of sickeningly sweet) This time I'll try a different style so let me know if you like it.

Shadow wasn't afraid of anything. He was the ultimate lifeform after all, then… why did his pulse quicken every time he was near you? Why did he feel his palms get wet each time you smiled at him? Why did his fight or flight response activated every time you were there?

Shadow wasn't afraid of anything. But maybe, maybe he was afraid of what he felt for you, afraid that he would become addicted to the feeling of you caressing his cheek, afraid that he couldn't go on without seeing the sparkle in your eyes every day, afraid of getting used to the warmth of your hand on his, afraid that if he said a word of what he felt he would lose you, because let's be honest, who could love a monster like him?

He was unsure, and every time that happened he went to Rouge, however the bat was not at home, so he went to his second best worst option. Sonic

Sonic with his usual cocky grin as Shadow explained the situation. Sonic, the same Sonic that he punched every chance he got just to release some stress and because he enjoyed it, the same Sonic that screwed up time and time again running away from Amy was the one that Shadow had decided to approach for romantic advice.

“Just don't think too much about it Shads” Sonic had said ”She likes you, trust me”

“Easier said than done”

“Well, it's either that or you'll be stuck with ' what could’ve been' forever.”

Honestly, Sonic hadn't been much help, but at least he had planted the seed of doubt in Shadow. What would be the worst that could happen if he kept his feelings to himself? You would probably find someone, that someone would take your hand, receive your caresses, taste your lips and you would forget about him, leaving him aside, alone, unloved.

No. Shadow wouldn't let that happen, the little bit of love he got from you was too addictive and he wasn't about to let anyone else have it. He had made up his mind and although the chances of you feeling the same were low they still weren't 0. He still had no idea how he managed to do it, well maybe he had a little idea. He knew he had walked you home, he knew he had said a few embarrassing things as you walked together making you laugh, what he didn't know was where he had gotten the courage to ask you out when you were about to enter your house.

“See you tomorrow Shadow,” you said waving goodbye to him.

“Wait” he said almost in a whisper. You turned, shaking your head to the side “I... ah...” he scratched his head.

“Is everything okay?”

“I wanted to... I wanted to ask you out.”

“Sure! You know I love going out with you Shadow”

“As... in a date”

“Oh...” oh? What did that mean, it wasn't the yes he was expecting but it wasn't a denial either, it was as if he had surprised you, as if you didn't imagine he could have feelings for-

“I'd love to” you cut off his thought bringing him back to earth. The smile on your face showed shyness but the pink blush on your cheeks and the loud thumping of your heart confirmed to Shadow that his feelings were reciprocated. “I... I'd like you for a while, just didn't know of you might... like me too” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear meeting your gaze with Shadow's causing him to blush. If this were a cartoon his eyes would have turned into hearts and little blue birds would fly around his head.

“I've been feeling like this for a while too, just...”

“It’s okay” you smiled “I'll see you tomorrow for our date” you walked up to him and deposited a kiss on his cheek, waving your fingers in a goodbye motion and closing the door behind you. Little did he know that you slid down the door frame, hand on your heart triyng to stop the rush in your body.

Shadow stood outside your door, his hand holding the very spot where your lips had touched his cheek trying to capture the warmth of your touch, his stomach felt funny as if something was churning inside him just remembering your kiss. It was then that he realized that maybe allowing himself to be happy wasn't such a bad thing.

[swiftjay23]

You wrote me wrong.

pairing: Idol!Jay x fem!reader

genre! fluff, tiny bit of angst, double life au, secret relationship.

Summary: You’re an editor on the media team at Belift, writing clever captions and emotional taglines for idol content that would make readers chuckle. By day, it’s a normal job. A normal life. Or so your colleagues think. By night? You’re VenusQuill, a wildly popular, anonymous fanfic writer with thousands of Tumblr followers begging for more Jay x Reader fics, and maybe your identity. The only problem? A certain stranger online has taken a keen interest, insisting you got the details wrong, and he won't budge until you've fixed them.

Word Count: 2876

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You sigh for the hundredth time this hour, rubbing your temples together. You had been stuck editing the same five minutes of the video clip and rewriting captions just because your manager thought, "It's not up to the mark, Kim."

She always called you by your last name. You were half-convinced she didn’t actually know your first.

This specific clip was of Jay. Sharp jawline, eyes glinting like he knew something you didn’t, giving the camera a cheeky smile as he adjusted his mic.

You stared at the screen.

Thought.

Stared again.

Was this smile... sweet or sinister?

You’d tried captioning it both ways.

“The smile that melts hearts.”

Backspaced.

“He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Backspaced again, because you didn't need your other job's energy to show.

Maybe he did know. Maybe that smile wasn’t for the fans at all. Maybe it was aimed at the editor sitting in this too-cold office at 1 a.m., sipping vending machine coffee and accidentally memorizing the curve of his lips.

Yup, it was official. You needed to touch grass.

You saved the file for the seventh time, titled it something neutral and boring: Jay_CamSmirk_FINALFINAL_2.mp4. Great, more material, now you could finally complete that one last chapter you left your readers hanging on for the past 2 weeks.

And just as you were shutting down your screen, your phone buzzed.

Tumblr. You smirked. Boy, was this going to be one hell of a final chapter.

-0-

You sigh, clicking Post on 2:13 a.m. You had finally finished the series and were pretty happy with how it turned out. Jay and Emma (your OC) had worked it out, confessed, kissed (twice), and promised forever in their own quiet way.

You even teared up a little rereading that last line.

"I love you, Jay. I love you whole, down to the birthmark on the right side of your neck."

Romantic. Subtle. Just specific enough to make your readers scream in the tags.

You put your phone down, face full of smug satisfaction and ramen crumbs. Maybe stretch out, relax, and-

It barely took five minutes.

Your phone buzzed. Then buzzed again. And again.

Tumblr notifications that made you smile,

'OMG I LOVE IT ARGHHH'

' BITING MY PILLOW RN'

'GIRL, DAY BY DAY IM MORE CONVINCED YOU REALLY ARE JAY.'

You snort, you had heard that one before. A lot. A part of you wanted to play along, but you quickly reminded yourself 'DO NOT REVEAL IDENTITY IN ANY CIRCUMSTANCES' So you let them argue. A few more hearts. A couple tags. A few reblogs.

You stretch and yawn, feel your eyes droop and allow yourself to fall asleep. Jus then- another notification, but it's not what you would have expected..

An anonymous message.

Umm you actually got it wrong.

You blink. What?

You tap to open it.

The birthmark’s on his left side. Not right.

You sit up straighter.

How would you know?

You type, half amused, half curious.

The reply is immediate.

Just… trust me.

Well, that was strange. You try not to think much about this random stranger who claimed they knew Jay better than you, an actual person who works with them regularly, did.

-0-

You really needed to find better timing and schedules. The eye bags under you eyes were twice the size of your eyes and you looked like a single woman struggling to find a job.

Today, the others in the media department were heavy on gossiping, Grace immediately called you over, "OMG! Y/n, did you see the last chapter on Stained Red? I think a part of me died and came back." Before you could respond, another person cuts in, "I know right! If I don't get a confession like Emma in my life? I'm killing my husband." she huffs dramatically.

You chuckle to yourself quietly, letting the other women fawn over you work not knowing their favorite author was right there.

Right then, your manger, Mrs. Lee walked in, "Team," she addressed the room at large, "We have a huge brand deal shoot scheduled today. The requirement is one member, anyone want to come with?" She looked around expectantly.

You raised your hand tentatively, the last time you met the boys, they were exactly what they were on cam, kind, caring, helpful, gorgeous sexy vampires- you were comfortable enough around them.

Mrs. Lee gave a nod. “Great. You’re with me.”

You ignored the chorus of jealous groans that followed—especially Grace’s dramatic “Take me with you!”—and packed up your camera bag like a soldier going to war. Or a fangirl entering dangerous territory. Same difference.

-0-

The set was bright. Too bright. You blinked against the lights as stylists and managers buzzed around. Jay was already there, lounging in his chair, a black coffee in hand and a stylist adjusting his collar like he wasn’t already halfway to looking like a heartbreak.

You avoided eye contact. Cool. Chill. Professional.

Totally did not spend the last two months writing emotional monologues from his POV. Nope.

“Kim,” Mrs. Lee called. “Can you go over the shotlist with him?”

You hesitated. “Me?”

She gave you a look. The kind that said, Do your job, not your little internal panic party.

You walked over, clipboard in hand, suddenly very aware of how sweaty your palms were. Jay looked up and gave a polite nod. “Hey, Y/n.” He knows my name.

“Hey.” You smiled too fast. “I just, I have the list. It’s mostly close-ups, one interview bit, and a couple casual interactions for the brand’s reels.”

He nodded, eyes flicking to your clipboard, then back to your face. “Cool.”

A pause.

"Apparently, there is this thing called fanifcs?" His voice trailed off expectantly. It took you all your strength not to choke on your saliva. Hide your account, he knows, you told yourself, trying to think of the best excuse if he ever found your account.

You blinked. “Fanfic?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. You know. Those crazy stories on Tumblr. Some are good. Really specific, though. Like… borderline creepy how well they describe things.”

You forced a laugh. “I mean… I guess the internet’s full of weirdly talented people.”

Jay smiled. Not the kind for cameras this time. "Yeah, Sunoo told me about them, said something about this one called, Stained Red?" He said, trying to remember. Oh no, all the excuses you had thought of better come in handy right about now.

Jay shot you one last smirk before getting up to set his mug of coffee down.

The kind that said: I know something you don’t.

Just then, Mrs. Lee beckoned you over to look over the filming and editing equipment, so you were glad you could get an escape.

Your phone vibrated, it was a Tumblr notification. You knew you had worked you ass off keeping your double identity secret, but curiosity kills the cat, especially considering it was the same anonymous number that had told you had gotten a detail you spent weeks memorizing wrong.

Y/n, you aren't being slick

You blink. What. The. Hell.

There was no way the same stranger who had claimed you had gotten it wrong knew you, the real you. Kim Y/n who worked at Belift, Kim Y/n who could write them so good because she had spent countless hours with them.

Check your laptop.

You sit up straighter. Quickly ruffling though your backpack, you find your laptop, there was a note attached to it.

Meet me after filming ends.

You need to get a few details right.

You wrote me wrong.

-Emma's one and only.

Oh absolutely not. You would have dug a hole right there and buried yourself in it. The man you wrote fantasies about read them, and now insisted you wrote him wrong. You were mortified, ready to throw a million excuses his way.

You looked around instinctively. No one was watching. Jay was on set again, perfectly camera-ready, laughing at something Sunghoon had said. He didn’t look like a man who had just shattered your carefully guarded secret.

-0-

"Okay so for starters, my birthmark is on my left, not right.” Jay said, leaning casually against the wall like he hadn’t just cracked open your entire secret life. You would have to admit though, his jawline could cut through you confidence right now.

You blinked at him. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly smug way. “You sure? Because Emma’s got a pretty good memory. Except when it comes to neck geography.”

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. You looked like a goldfish trying to deny arson charges, except, maybe that was exactly the type of situation you were stuck in.

He took a step closer, not intimidating, but close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne, something citrusy and criminally distracting. “I gotta admit, though,” he continued, his voice lower now, almost like a secret, “you’re a hell of a writer.”

You gaped. “You… read it?” Somehow, it shouldn't have shocked you, but it did.

Jay gave a one-shouldered shrug, all casual nonchalance. “Sunoo reads them out loud sometimes. For fun. We take turns guessing which lines you’ll end a chapter on. He says you always drop emotional bombs and then vanish like a coward.”

You made a strangled sound, your idols knew you. But not in the way you would want.

“Oh, and the part where Emma says Jay tastes like vanilla and danger?” he added, “Bold of you.”

“I—he—she—it’s metaphorical!”

He grinned, voice dropping even more as he leaned closer, “Mm. You sure about that?”

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Preferably before he quoted any more of your own writing back at you like some smug, perfectly jawlined mirror.

Then his smile softened, just slightly. “But… you also got a lot right.”

Your breath hitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He glanced toward the studio, then back at you. “But not everything. So how about you let me help?”

You frowned. “Help?”

Jay took another sip of his now-cold coffee. “You want accuracy, don’t you, VenusQuill?”

Your eyes widened. "How did you find out?!" you whispered, Jay raised an eyebrow, amused, "Let's just say you may have left your Tumblr notifications last time you were on the filming set with us."

Absolutely not. Jay had known for a very, very long time.

“Relax. I didn’t tell anyone.”

You looked up. “Why didn’t you?”

“I liked reading them,” he admitted. “It felt like someone actually saw me.”

You blinked.

“And besides,” he added, tilting his head, “you made me fall in love with myself. Now, do you want help, or not?" You didn't respond.

He smirked. That same devious one you'd captioned at 1 a.m.

"Thought so."

-0-

You weren't just leading a double life now, it was a triple life. What with editing, writing and lowkey simping for Jay 24/7 while he was trying to help you and you were supposed to keep it a secret wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially the bit about Jay.

Surprisingly, Jay didn't out you. He didn't mock you. Instead, he started sending "suggestions." Quietly.

A little smirk over your shoulder while editing. "That’s not how I hold my mic, by the way.” “Wouldn’t say that line, it’s too corny.” “Emma should’ve kissed him sooner. Just saying.” You were ready to rip your hair out. Somehow, you started letting him in. He gave you insider details only Jay would know, and your fanfics? They hit harder than ever. Readers went feral. You knew why. Jay was in them—really in them now. You just didn’t tell them he was helping write himself.

Gentle and considerate, getting you coffee when you had a rough day at work, he stayed behind after filming and offered to help you carry equipment, even though it was pouring, surprising you with plushies whenever you didn't have the motivation to write, "Emma and Jay wouldn't appreciate this." he would say in his cutest stern voice while puffing out his chest.

You didn't realize you were falling for him.

It happened slowly, subtly.

You tried to deny it at first, but after seeing how he cooed at you niece after you showed him a picture, or when he sat next to you while you typed, offering silent company while your fingers flew over the keyboard. You knew, Jay wasn't just the character anymore. He was the muse. The one. The man who made your words fall into place like poetry.

You felt your feelings grow, the jealousy that bloomed when he payed someone else attention. And you knew, you had to confess.

It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t fireworks.

It was you, breathless after hours of editing together, after he and you celebrated with ramen in your apartment, whispering, “I think… I’m starting to like you. Not just as Jay in my stories.”

“I wasn’t writing Jay the idol,” you whispered. “I was writing you. You from real life.”

Jay’s eyes softened. “Good. Because real-life me has been in love with you too. And I was hoping you'd say that before I had to write my own fanfic.”

He kissed you. Twice.

It was soft, electric and not rushed, like you and him had all the time in the world, like nobody else mattered and it was only you both. He held you gently as you looked at him with an entire universe in you eyes.

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and stayed there.

-0-

Your relationship bloomed in secret.

Of course, the boys knew.

Sunghoon caught on first. “Why are you suddenly blushing when he talks?”

Ni-Ki blackmailed you both with blurry photos until you agreed to buy him dinner.

“Yah,” Heeseung smirked. “So Jay’s got a girlfriend and a fanfic ghostwriter? Lucky.”

“Technically,” Sunghoon added, “he’s dating the best Jay writer on Tumblr.”

Jay squeezed your hand under the table. “The only one I read.”

You smiled into your ramen.

They kept it secret. They protected it. Protected you.

That's when it started, because good things never seem to last.

It started with one blurry photo.

It happened in a blink.

A photo of your reflection in Jay’s sunglasses, a blurry screencap, and a Tumblr deep-dive later, a caption attached to it: “Jay from Enhypen spotted with a mystery girl from the media team???”

The internet exploded.

Then someone, after digging deeper, found your writing. You knew leading a double life wouldn't work out forever, but you didn't expect becoming the most hated person on the Belift team. Anons flooded everywhere, your inbox, your messages, your socials. None of them helpful or encouraging.

“Who is this chick with Jay?” “No way I idolized her SMH 🤦‍♂️” “She’s not even that pretty.” “Gold digger vibes.” “This is her?? She wrote all those stories about him??” “Unprofessional. Disgusting. Clout chaser.”

You were dragged. Posts dissected your old fics. Hate rolled in like a tide. Your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. The internet turned fast and hard.

Jay grabbed your hand in the car after a shoot. "Don't listen to them, love. Look at me, I'm here for you. Don’t read it.”

You didn’t listen. You read every single hate comment, every single ugly edit on you. You cried the hardest you ever had all your life in Jay's arms. He held you the whole night.

You were shattered and depressed, you couldn't do you job, Jay was increasingly worried about you. You wanted to shut it all down. Disappear.

But Jay didn’t let you.

He posted first. On his own page.

A photo. You. His hand in yours.

Caption: “She wrote me wrong at first. But I never stopped reading.” “And I chose her. Not because of what she writes. But because of who she is when the words fall away.”

The boys backed him. The company, surprisingly, too. And Jay stood by you through it all. Not just in silence—but in truth.

The next fanmeeting, a girl asked Jay about Stained Red. He smiled. “Best fanfic I’ve ever read.” Cheers. “Did you know the author?” she giggled.

He met the camera’s eye and said, “She’s the love of my life.” That went viral.

Jay didn’t flinch. He held your hand in public. Took you to cafés. Shared a blurry photo of your shoes on Instagram with the caption:

The hate faded slowly. Then came the love, the thing that was always there.

People moved on. Fans started calling you their favorite plot twist. Edits of your fics and real-life moments went viral. People even started tagging, “VenusQuill canon real.” Your latest fic started with:

“This time, I’m writing us right. No secrets. Just love.” And Jay? He commented on it, finally, publicly.

“I love you whole. Down to the left-side birthmark you wrote wrong. Always.”

You posted a final author’s note on your blog.

"This is the end of Stained Red, but the beginning of something better. Thank you for loving us. -VenusQuill 💌"

This was something you had always wished for, something far greater and loving. You had Jay, and Jay had you, that was all you needed against the world.

The End (And possibly the beginning of a beautiful chapter.)

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Eyo, I'm GenericPuff! I'm a Saulteaux-Mi'kmaq Two-Spirit dweeb from Atlantic Canada. My pronouns are she/he/they. I'm a tattoo artist by trade but I also occupy my time with freelancing and comics. I got a 100% perfect score on my combined ADHD test, the only test I've ever aced ;0

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LORE | REKINDLED

CURRENT UPDATING STATUS: HIATUS (we're hoping to return in the fall!)

Q: When does Lore Rekindled update? 

When it's actively ongoing, typically I try to update it every 2 weeks, every other Saturday, around 8:45 PM EST. That said, if episodes are delayed or don't release when expected, I'll make sure to notify you all! In the meantime, all I ask for is your patience <3

Q: Where can I read?

Right here on my Tumblr! We now also mirror on NamiComi if you want an alternative platform to read it on that offers better reading options and much less image compression!

While we used to mirror on Dillyhub, we've since discontinued uploads there as the site became too unstable to use.

Q: Help, Lore Rekindled shows up blurry for me!

Unfortunately this is a limitation on Tumblr’s end. I combat it as best I can by cropping panels individually for uploading, but some panels are just too long to segment into parts or some episodes have too many panels which exceed Tumblr’s image limit which forces me to group some together. Reading on our mirror sites is the best alternative whenever we can't get the images to upload crystal-clear !

Q: Why are the episode numbers further behind on the mirror websites?

A: Back when Rekindled first started, the episodes were scripted out long but released in short segments until I got enough of a pace going that I could release longer episodes. Or sometimes I'd have an episode turn out longer than anticipated and I'd have to cut them up to ensure I could post them on time. When I updated them to our first mirror site (Dillyhub), I compiled them together again into full episodes the way they were originally intended to be read, and its these compiled episodes that I've continued to use for other mirror sites going forward. This makes it seem like the Dillyhub/NamiComi/etc. versions are "behind", but rest assured, it's perfectly up to date with the Tumblr version! (and are, in practice, the 'true' episode numbers!)

Q: Why create a ‘fix-it fic’ of Lore Olympus instead of creating your own original story? Isn’t that kinda weird / stupid / petty / [insert derogatory assumption here] ?

Short answer - for the same reason that people write fanfiction instead of writing original manuscripts.

Long answer - We write what we’re compelled to write, and for me, I wasn’t compelled to make a completely original Greek myth comic (though I did explore that option.) I wanted to create something with Lore Olympus in mind as I used to be a huge fan of the series and, like many others who used to be diehard fans of the series, was extremely disappointed and frustrated with how it turned out.

I’m often told in my criticisms “if you’re so smart, do it yourself!”... so I did! Sure, I could have done my own completely original take of the myths, but it just didn’t scratch the itch like doing it through the lens of LO did.

Obviously it’s not gonna be everyone’s cup of tea and people will make their own judgments of my reasoning behind making it, which is natural and fine :) I just wanna make fanfic for a comic that I used to love and have strong feelings about that I’m compelled to express through transformative fiction, it’s not much more complicated than that!

Though I will say, in spite of everything I have to throw at LO, I do owe it a lot, as in my attempts to recreate it, it's broken me out of my comfort zones and helped me advance my art further than I was previously ever capable of taking it. I could never hate LO at it's core, even if I hate what it eventually became and what it turned out to always be once the rose-colored glasses fell off. I can't hate the community it created in spite of itself, the community that welcomed me with open arms and has since uplifted me to the heights I'm at today. I can't hate how LO used to make me feel and how it inspired me even after those feelings started to wane.

And for that, I am forever grateful.

Q: Do you accept fanart / fanfic for LR?

Absolutely!! I adore every piece of LR-inspired art and prose that people send me or tag me in, it really does brighten my day. Skill level doesn't matter to me, if you wanna share it, I wanna see it! <3 (and if you don't want to share it with me directly, feel free to use the #lorerekindled tags ! )

Q: Will you write about [insert myth here]? / Please include [insert favorite god/myth here]!!!

I get these kinds of questions and requests a looot and unfortunately there's just no way to entertain all of them because to do so would be to write whole other expansive arcs (especially when it comes to myths like the Trojan War) which takes time and resources that I simply don't have.

For the most part, LR is aiming to do what LO failed at, and one of those failures was stuffing too many pointless side characters and story arcs into its plot for the sake of paying lip service to the myths and the fandom. LR is instead aiming to hone in on the myth of Persephone, Hades, and Demeter, so a lot had to be cut to allow that story to flourish without being weighed down.

That said, even if I'm planning on including a specific myth or god... I'm not gonna tell you outright anyways. I don't wanna give away all the fun stuff I have planned! ;3 Rest assured, if there's a myth you REALLY want to see tackled within the world of LR, feel free to write / draw whatever you want! Just because I might not cover a particular myth doesn't mean you can't! :'3 <3 (though I get why people ask me specifically to write these stories but unfortunately I am just one person and it would be a Sisyphean task to try and retell every single one of them within and even outside the scope of LR).

Q: Will Lore Rekindled have the Apollo SA plot? 

No, I’m removing that plot arc entirely and re-focusing it back on what we've preserved of the Canvas version of LO, in which Apollo seemed to be more akin to a (not-so-great) suitor, not an outright assaulter.

Q: Is Persephone eternally 19 in Lore Rekindled?

She is not. All of the gods are relatively old, with many of them exceeding the human lifespan by a good few hundred years at minimum. Hades is very old, Persephone is very old, they’re aaalll very old compared to mortals due to being gods who are not tethered to the limitations of a human lifespan. That said, they all experience different milestones of life at different stages (as mortals do!) so Persephone is currently experiencing milestones that are often relegated to people in their early to mid 20’s (such as attending university) but much of her experiences as a fish out of water are simply due to being from the Mortal Realm, not a consequence of her being a barely-legal teenager.

Q: How are the gods related in LR? Did you keep or remove the incest?

The gods are 'related' in LR, but rather than through blood and DNA, they're instead created through the fusion of their respective elements. How the gods refer to one another is often a matter of language that isn't necessarily meant to be taken literally - while some deities who reside in / work in the Mortal Realm might be accustomed to terms like 'mother' and 'sister' (ex. Kore and Demeter), others simply refer to each other as 'creator' and 'creation'. If you want a detailed look at how that concept has been implemented into LR, check out the LR family tree!

Q: Are Hades and Persephone meant to be a romantic pairing like they were in LO?

The answer to that is kind of complicated and not one I can fully give without spoiling. Neither Hades or Persephone are perfect people, they both have a lot of baggage to unpack and much of it is going to be torn out and thrown about the room in the heat of conflict. All that's to say, it will certainly be a dramatic relationship, but that doesn't mean it won't be without its romance, and vice versa.

Ultimately though, my main goal is to retell The Hymn to Demeter more accurately than it was told in Lore Olympus. It obviously still takes a lot of creative liberties for the sake of retelling a centuries-old story (and has to balance those creative liberties with the liberties LO took in its art and story) but I hope that in the end, people will find closure in its attempts to express the original myth's messaging more so than they could find by the end of LO.

Q: How long is LORE | REKINDLED planned to be?

Right now it’s hard to say as plotting out a comic is a whole different thing from actually drawing it. Some episodes I write out and think it’ll only take me one episode to do but then it turns out to take 2-3 in comic form; some episodes flat out don't release on time if I'm dealing with IRL stuff. That said, right now I’m estimating the series will last around 150-200ish episodes, give or take. Could be less, could be more, I'm not great at guessing that sort of thing LOL

Q: How can I support LORE | REKINDLED? 

Considering Rekindled is an AU rewrite project of Lore Olympus, I can't profit directly off it in any way as I don't want to cross over into potentially harmful legal territory with Rachel Smythe and/or Webtoons. This means no locked episodes, no merchandise, etc. Rekindled is and always will be free to read.

That said, I do offer both a Patreon and Ko-Fi where you can tip me and get access to bonus drawings, time lapses, and other goodies, some of which are related to LORE | REKINDLED, others which are more for my original projects. All of the proceeds help support me in these dubious times so I can keep doing what I do and so I can cover my assistant costs.

I'm also now on VGen where you can commission me! I have this commission info setup on my Ko-Fi as well, but VGen is designed specifically for commissioning and comes with a lot of other cool features like character archiving and tagging, workflow tools, etc. so it's generally the better option ;3 (I just like offering more than one lmao)

Otherwise, the best way to support Rekindled is to just tune-in and read it, comment, reblog, etc.! (remember that Tumblr doesn't have an algorithm, so reblogs are the best way to get more eyes on it!)

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ART QUESTIONS

Q: What do you use to draw? 

I currently primarily use a Huion Inspiroy Giano with Clip Studio Paint EX. I also have a 4th Generation iPad Air but I mostly use that for conventions and on-the-go tattoo designing.

Q: What brushes do you use?

Thanks to help from the community (and some very mysterious anons), I’ve compiled a fully comprehensive brush pack consisting of brushes that have been researched, tested and confirmed to be brushes used in Lore Olympus as far back as the first season! Please use them to your liking for all your edits and redraws :)

Q: Do you have any resources or tips for creating comics?

Creating your own comic is a very fun, but very overwhelming learning process, with many things to cover that I can’t feasibly do in a single post. The best place to start is to just start! But if you’re struggling with knowing where to even begin or where to go from where you are, here are some helpful Youtube videos that I compiled into a playlist, covering stuff from Clip Studio basics to masking comic panels to storyboarding in animation. I’ll be adding new videos to this playlist as I find them!

I also regularly stream Rekindled progress on Twitch where you can watch me working on the comic live! I'm always happy to answer questions about the process during these streams, so don't be afraid to just hop in and ask!

Q: Do you have any advice for aspiring tattoo artists?

I'm not gonna tell you whether or not you should, just that if you do decide to pursue it, remember that it's still a job in the arts - it takes a lot of work, patience, and trial and error, and even when the times are good, those good times aren't guaranteed nor infinite. Don't go into it thinking it's a "get-rich-quick" kind of job. Tattooing has basically become the OnlyFans of the arts, a lot of people jump into it thinking it's as easy as posting your feet pics online but those who have been doing it legitimately for years know how much work it takes to succeed, how mentally and physically taxing it really is, and all the risks involved, which a lot of people rushing into it don't really tend to think about.

As much as it's 'easier' than ever now to simply Google things and buy all the tools online, the easy path doesn't always make it the best one and it demeans the craft to assume that it's easy, period (the pros just make it LOOK easy). Apprenticeships are still the most legitimate way to pursue the craft, as it ensures you get proper hands-on education without all the misinformation and bad habits that can be found online.

It's a trade that demands patience and perseverance. Don't rush into the first apprenticeship you're offered. Don't settle for the easy way out of learning. Know your community, know your artists, and know what you're willing to sacrifice and put up with. Be willing to get tattooed, get to know the artists around you, even if they can't offer you an apprenticeship you can still learn a lot just by getting yourself involved with your local body mod scene.

This industry has only become harder to navigate in an age of normalized instant gratification and oversaturated shops, so if you really wanna do it and make it your living, be prepared for the work and discipline that's necessary to succeed. Put your ego aside and be willing to learn and to treat the craft - and the clients who trust the trained professionals with their skin and health - with respect.

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MISCELLANEOUS

Q: How did you come up with your username?

(no that's literally it fr LOL it's only cosmic luck that it wound up becoming so appropriate for what I do here LMAO)

Q: Can I read your other projects? 

A: You sure can, if you so dare! (and by that I mean they're incredibly outdated and probably not as fun to read or look at so tread with caution LOL) You can find my main hub with outgoing links here. I'm currently working on returning to my original projects and redrawing / rewriting a lot of stuff (fixing my OWN work instead of Rachel's!)

[zeroseuniverse]

Morning Tradition

Word Count 674 Summary: You leaned in, kissed him softly just a brush. Just enough to count. “…Better?” Changbin let out a pleased little noise. “Much.” Pairing: Changbin X Reader

Taglist: @zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120 @0-ryolei-0 @torkorpse @stayvillecitizen

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The first night you spent at Changbin’s apartment felt like falling into a dream.

Not a whirlwind, hearts-pounding, movie-style kind of dream—but something gentler. Slower. The kind where you fall asleep laughing at a movie neither of you finished, your legs tangled under the blanket, popcorn bowl abandoned on the coffee table. Where your last conscious thought is the weight of his arm draped around your waist, and how natural it feels for his chest to rise and fall against your back.

It was late. You were tired. And despite it being your first night together, there was nothing rushed or hesitant about it. It felt right. Familiar, even. Like you’d been doing this for years.

So when the sun rose, painting golden warmth across the soft gray of his sheets, you stirred slowly; peaceful, half-asleep, head nestled into the crook of his shoulder.

Changbin was still asleep, lips parted just slightly, hair sticking out in five different directions. Your eyes traced the curve of his cheek, his relaxed jaw, the way his lashes brushed his skin. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you shifted closer, your lips brushing just near his ear.

"Good morning," you whispered, voice still husky with sleep.

Except he moved at the exact same time.

You leaned in. He turned his head.

Your lips met.

Soft. Accidental. Startling.

You froze—eyes wide, nose brushing his. And so did he.

Then came the blink. Then the tiny inhale.

“…Hi,” Changbin murmured, voice rough and confused and warm enough to melt the sun.

Your cheeks burned. “I didn’t uh, I meant to say good morning. With words.”

“I noticed,” he replied, and you half-expected a smirk, some teasing comment, but instead? He just smiled. Bare, boyish, and breathtaking. “I like the way you say good morning.”

You buried your face in his chest, partly to hide, partly because his skin was warm and you suddenly had no idea what to do with your hands.

"You're never letting me live this down, are you?"

"Absolutely not."

The next morning, you woke up alone.

Which was weird, considering you knew Changbin had the day off. And he hated waking up before noon if he didn’t have to.

You rolled over, groggy, only to find a very lump-shaped figure hiding completely under the blanket.

"Changbin?"

No response.

"Are you- are you sulking under there?"

A muffled voice emerged. “Didn’t get my good morning yet.”

You blinked. “Are you serious.”

The blanket rustled. A dramatic sigh followed. “Rules are rules.”

You huffed a laugh, crawling closer until you found the edge of the blanket and peeled it back. His hair was a mess. He was pouting—full-on, exaggerated bottom lip and all.

“You started this,” he mumbled. “Now I can’t function properly unless I get it.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too hard. “Fine.”

You leaned in, kissed him softly just a brush. Just enough to count.

“…Better?”

Changbin let out a pleased little noise. “Much.”

It became routine. Ritual.

Every single morning, without fail, Changbin would hold your hand hostage under the covers, refuse to open his eyes, and whine about his missing “good morning” until you leaned in and kissed him awake.

Sometimes it was playful. Sometimes it was slow and lazy, your arms curled around each other as the kiss lingered a little longer than necessary. Sometimes he would pretend to fall back asleep just to get a second one. Or third.

“You’re spoiled,” you told him one morning as he nuzzled into your neck, grinning like a child who got away with something.

“You made me this way,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep. “Now suffer the consequences.”

And suffer you did if “suffer” meant being held like a teddy bear for twenty minutes every morning, your hair rumpled and face kissed into oblivion.

Not that you’d ever complain.

Because you used to dread mornings.

Now? You woke up excited. Warm. Loved.

And every single day, without fail, Changbin smiled the moment he felt your lips press to his and whispered

“Good morning.”

[manofthepipis]

sorry I keep bothering you!!!! but I need your thoughts on Tenna he's so um um so uh and mail guy and and um divorce and and uhhhhhhhhhh I love hearing you break it down theoretical-style because your brain has wonderful ideas. (i havent actually gotten to watching any playthroughs of chapter 4 yet because I needed an emotional break and from what I've heard its .... yeah...)

aaa hi!! ur not bothering me :D man i rlly do love this tv man and i have so many thoughts

man what a character to introduce, like all we had for context to him was spamton's absolutely enraged ramblings on how much he sucks, which ended up being like the worst and messiest miscommunication that could have happened to the both of them. Like in retrospect, it's so funny how tenna was introduced versus how he actually turned out. We have the most unreliable guy (a literal scam artist) giving us our only background, calling Tenna a criminal (even if said scam artist is 3x the criminal that tenna is when we actually compare the crime list), and then telling us to not trust him (this is coming from someone who doesn't tell us his actual motivations and betrays us to get Neo and eventually the soul). Like Tenna's buildup was so hilarious yet masterfully done, that when he appeared on screen in chapter 3, i was expecting the worst when in actuality, he's a sweetie with a masters degree in showmanship and abandonment issues.

I also like how similar spamton and tenna really are, how each are driven by their own motivations and aren't entirely exempt from being self-serving in their own regards. Like Tenna, despite being definitely being more grounded and more trustworthy than Spamton, still is so focused on keeping himself relevant, he resorts to extreme measures like trapping the lightners. He so desperately wants to be appreciated and cared for, and selfishly acts on this ambition by whatever means before Susie is (once again) the mvp of deltarune by empathizing with his situation. He's also held onto his influence and position for a rather long time, only losing it all at the end of ch3, as compared to spamton who's had time to deteriorate and spiral, to put it kindly. Like Tenna's story is so very close to Spamton's (from the way they lived to the way they "died"), but Tenna's case is like if Spamton had a better run with his luck and didn't crash and burn so harshly and so rapidly.

Speaking of which, like I love how messy and complicated their falling out was because it's neither of their fault, but you could see it playing out like it did a mile away when you understand both of their self-serving natures. Like Spamton gambled with the fact that spilling the beans about his secret, to get more success out of Tenna, wouldn't get it all pulled as a result. He lost that gamble, and fled the room in a panic (probably running to try and last-minute fix what was inevitably about to happen). That's not normal, but instead of trying to understand why it happened, or comfort Spamton, Tenna took the chance while he was away to get that secret for himself by picking up the phone, to find no one there, and misinterpreted it as Spamton scamming and ditching him. i absolutely love that even if it makes me so ill thinking about it :') They're so alike, and that was their biggest shared downfall.

even after, though, Tenna maintains his (albeit dwindling) influence, like he still had employees and TV world, but Spamton had it all drop to 0 immediately, his sales, his business, his friends, and more after he lost his "help". It's such a powerful contrast. It's even made worse that Spamton was made into a shell of his former self, undergoing something that made him completely unrecognizable, like if I was him, and having made that losing gamble, I wouldn't be able to live comfortably with that guilt, so pinning it all on Tenna as to divert all that hate and vitriol and blame makes sense so he can instead focus on a plan B (becomming [[Big]] or something real, now that he knows he's not real) by any means necessary. Meanwhile, Tenna is left with the obliviousness of what Spamton truly lost and, like, got the majority of the hangups in their separation. Like dude pls pls pls get overrrr him you'll be so much happier. Overall, Tenna's character is amazing at both giving us so much context to not only Tenna, but our favorite puppet man. Deltarune Chapter 3 how i love you.

This ended up with me just waxing poetic about these two lol. Their divorce was also incredibly funny and the fact that Tenna took the [pipis] in the divorce will forever send me.

[23swife]

ᰔ  .  crash and burn !  

⟢ based on addison rae’s album | independent oneshots ꒱ ˎˊ˗

꒰ satoru gojo ꒱

new york : you’re a photographer working in gojo’s company. you’re only here to get enough to open your own studio, but someone catches your eye. ceo!gojo x photographer!reader | long fic.

headphones on : a series of answers to the question ‘why don’t you take these headphones off?’ and one answer for the question of whether or not you like someone listening with you. friends to lovers | medium fic.

꒰ suguru geto ꒱

aquamarine : you find yourself doing a job you never expected just for the money risking your life everyday, turns out it does more than just give you a heart attack. you find clarity. stunt actor!geto x stunt actor!reader | medium fic.

fame is a gun : you meet someone on your movie set who tries to change your perspective on the way you see the film industry. he doesn’t understand that this is everything you’ve ever wanted. sport choreographer!geto x actor!reader | short/medium fic.

꒰ toji fushiguro ꒱

diet pepsi : you’re twenty and he’s thirty five, it’s only natural that you’re getting insecure, just means toji will have to show you how much you mean to him. age gap | short fic.

times like these : toji’s wife died a long time ago and then he found you amidst the chaos of wanting to be the highest paid assassin but you changed him. it’s too bad you don’t see it. rebound | short fic.

꒰ kento nanami ꒱

summer forever : for the first time in his life, kento jumps into something he knows won’t last, something he knows doesn’t have a future, but who said he’s the only one with an opinion in the matter? strangers to lovers | short/medium fic.

in the rain : kento sees theough the bullshit facade, he knows you’re better than this, and he’s determined to show you just what you’re made to do despite you making his life a living hell as he tries. director!nanami x model!reader | long fic.

finished : 0/8

picture by @honeyluvsw — hi everyone! so this is my new favourite thing and I can not WAIT to finish all of them. I’m already halfway done with one and quarter way done with another. I think I’ll post them when I have at least half of them finished because I don’t wanna be super inconsistent while posting but do let me know if you wanna be added to the general jjk taglist! I prayy I finish these + in my veins before I reach 1k (btw thank you for 900 wtf) cause I have something special planned for then and I don’t wanna push it just to finish these). okay enough rambling, love you guys consider this my 900 follower gift, kiss<3

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burning candle - prologue

chapter: 0/?

pairings: reader x stiles, lydia x stiles, ?

word count: 754

synopsis: a glimpse into the year before, when your biggest concern was stiles finding out about your crush on him.

You tap your pencil against your lip while you listen to your English teacher drone on about the book you were supposed to read for class. You sighed, looking at the clock wondering if this will ever be over.

12:30PM. Only half an hour has passed and it made you groan internally. You glance over at Lydia to see if she was thinking the same thing. When you make eye contact with her it seems you’re both thinking the same thing. You crack a smile at her which she mirrors. She looks down at a paper in her notebook, quickly writing something down before passing it to you.

You open the folded paper. “I haven’t heard a single word she’s said this whole time.” You try to hold back a laugh while writing back a reply before passing it to her. She reads your handwriting and tries to hold back her laughter but she can’t. The teacher stops what she’s saying and turns to Lydia. “Is there anything you want to share with us Ms. Martin?” Lydia raises and eyebrow, “Don’t let my giggling stop you from your boring lecture.” The teacher sighs before turning to her desk and handing both you and Lydia a detention slip. You groan and put your head in your hands.

“Alright, let’s continue.”

As the bell rings signaling the end of your class, you feel a tap on your shoulder as you’re putting your books away in your bag. You turn, expecting to see Lydia behind you, only to come face to face with the boy you’ve been crushing on for ages. Stiles Stilinski.

The brown-eyed boy is saying something to you but you’re finding it hard to listen. You watch the way his lashes flutter against his cheek every time he blinks. He’s so handsome. You’re brought out of your trance as you hear him call your name twice in a row. “Are you even listening to me?”

You blink out of your thoughts, “Can you repeat it for me, maybe?” He shakes his head and does so anyways. “Listen to me,” He puts his hands on your shoulders, “you need to help me with the Lydia situation.” Your chest aches hearing those words come out of his mouth. Not this again. “Last idea didn’t go well?” You ask out of politeness, because you already knew the answer.

“Haha. Very funny.” The sarcastic tone is heavy in his words. “I don’t know why your advice doesn’t work. I mean- you guys have best friends for years and you know her better than anyone!” You frown, although it upsets you that his affection is directed towards your best friend you still sympathize with his situation. I mean, who could understand him better than you? You are literally in his exact situation. Although, you think you might somehow be worst off even though Stiles actually knows your name.

“I’m sorry to hear that Stiles. I think she’s really into Jackson right now. Not a day goes by where that man’s name doesn’t come out of her mouth at some point.” You pat his shoulder to comfort him. “There’s no guy out there better than you...” You inhale before continuing, “I don’t know... how she doesn’t see what’s right in front of her.” Your words make him smile, even if it’s just a little bit. “It must be tiring to hear me mope about Lydia all the time. I know I’ve already tired out Scott.” He tries to laugh off his words but you can tell that he’s actually a bit upset from the situation. “It’s normal to want to talk about your crush, especially if you’ve liked them for a long time.”

Stiles laughs at your words. “Then how come you never talk about your crush?” Your eyes widen but you try to shake off his pointed statement. “Well that’s because I obviously don’t have one.” Stiles narrows his eyes at you, you feel yourself start to sweat almost. Why does this feel like it’s going to turn into an interrogation?

“Fine. I’ll let it go.” You let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. You never realized the prospect of Stiles finding out about your one-sided affection for him would have such an effect on you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “But you’ll tell me someday, right? Maybe when you finally go on a date with him?” You let out what could be described as the most unconvincing laugh of all time. “Totally.”