#to be fair we didn't know they were still fucking showing the place to other people which is MAJOR BULLSHIT

[j-femmescoli]

i had my potential roommates fuck up and make us lose out on our (my dream) apartment by not filing their documents in time before another group swept in and got signed so i sent them a really long text explaining how disappointed i am and how i felt like i did most of the work for this apartment because i wanted to be moved in in like 2 weeks and now i have to find a place before school starts in, again, like 2 weeks and then saying that im gonna move on and look for a place without them because i dont want to go thru this again and now im worried that it's too aggressive.

[masochistkatsuki]

Team Player - How to Fuck Mina 101

Pt One ← Pt Two → Masterlist

After taking on Mina's challenge of fucking everyone in your friend group, (and getting caugh up with her) you strategically go for the easiest ones first once finally in the club.

Eijirou Kirishima is flustered easily, especially under the bright bar lights. Too sweet for his own good, in an attempt to find the plot again, you show him how Mina likes it.

Although an hour late, the entire group was together, dressed head to toe in the cutest outfits they'd been waiting to wear. Well, mainly the girls, the guys were just worrying about making sure Katsuki didn't start a fight with anyone.

The moment of truth.. After you gave the group a pep talk, giving them a rundown of all the tips and tricks to lie better. It was kinda scary. You walked up without further hesitation, oddly enough, all the training you'd done was useful for things like sneaking into clubs underage.

Thanks to your confidence, the others' slight uneasiness didn't seem to go noticed. You were in. "Holy shit ! You're scary, (Nickname)”

"Oh shut up" You pushed Kaminaris head out of your space, going right to the bar with Jirou. "I got us in, now enjoy it. Maybe pay me back" You smirked while looking over the strongest and most expensive options containing vodka.

"Well.." Denki looked around, praying the others would end what he started. He was the unemployed friend, surely you guys wouldn't make him pay again..?

"Yeah! Drinks on Denki !" Mina cheered, joining you and Jirou at the barstools. You all held back laughter, the girls turning red. It's been an inside joke to see how long you could make Kaminari pay before totally went broke. Cruel ? Yea. But you still paid your fair share.

Third Year work studies were a different type of exhausting, especially if you qualified to work a job on off days. So it's been a minute since everyone got to catch up, and it was definitely needed.

You listened carefully, cat-like in your analysis. Your plan was to knock Kirishima out of the way, so by the time you were done fucking everyone else, they'd completely ease into their relationship.

You looked back at Mina one last time, asking for permission to actually go at her man. Of course, all you got was a mischievous grin and thumbs up. Fine.

‘This one is for Mina and me in the first year..’

Throughout the night, you got closer and closer to Eijirou. He wasn't drinking tonight. Usually he would, whilst Bakugou drove. But for mysterious reasons, Katsuki decided he was drinking tonight.

It wasn't bad, though. You could make advances on him without any intoxication messing with his head. You drank a bit at first, letting a small buzz take you in. It wasn't nearly where you wanted to be, but now that you knew you could get into places, you just held hope for next time.

You used the impression of you being more intoxicated to test the waters with Eijirou. 'Sorry, Ei! I know this is kinda crazy..’

It was you two alone, against one of the back walls. "Dancing isn't as fun when you're sober" He laughed awkwardly. Usually you'd disagree, finding fun in anything. But even you weren't tipsy enough to look at the wave of sweaty bodies and think joining in was a good idea.

"Yea." You rubbed at your neck. "Well, we don't have to just sit and watch, y'know Kacchan will beat anyone who messes with our girls."

He sighed. "Yea. fuck hope Sero and Kaminari are taking care of him." He leaned more comfortably against the wall.

Here's your chance. "Don't worry, Ei. You know they'll be fine." You linked your arm in his, intertwining your fingers with his. "We don't have to stay here." 'Hes inexperienced, and pent up.’ You were right. He got going real easy.

He seemed shocked, but didnt pull away. Eijirou Kirishima leaned into your touch a bit, his ironically brick colored eyes looking down into yours.. "But Mina."

You sighed, matching his energy tenfold. Your body weight was almost completely against his. To him, it probably felt like fluffy pillow hugging him, but that wasn't the point right now. "Trust me, this is because of, and for, Mina.”

You felt his arm harden slightly, one of the biggest giveaways he was using his quirk to keep it in his pants. You're getting there. He was curious, and clearly not against it. Just in his classic manly way, he wanted to make sure no girls were getting hurt.

But before he could question further-- "Hey guys." Katsuki broke them out of their small personal world sternly. 'Fuck.. He's totally pissed.!" He looked in-between the two, clearly in a mushy position. "Our tables ready."

You probably shouldn't have been surprised. Bakugou never commented or cared for whatever romantic or sexual fling was happening, friend group or not. Still, the fact the pairing didn't surprise him at all was odd.

You thought that, until : While walking to your table, you saw Katsuki give Kirishima a small nod. Oh. This was definitely going to be interrogated out of Kirishima later.

Bright flashing lights, radio station hits with bass that shake the floor, cheap perfume and alcohol mixing together as one smell, the group of seven "22" year olds were appreciating it all.

It should be the best night of their third year! They finally convinced Momo to make them fake IDs, (Thank you Jirou) but even so, there was an unmistakable tension.

Mina and you were always up to something, but this time the vague references and overall suspicious demeanor was setting everyone off more than usual. There was definitely something going on with you two.

This was only solidified when you actually got a booth and sat down. You'd been on about an half hour wait-list, pre gaming at the bar. In that time, you and Mina had already set the tone.

How things usually went when the guys and girls got drunk together, was the go-to pairings :

Kirishima and Mina (Obviously)

Sero and Jirou bullying Kaminari

You and Katsuki

The pairs of two usually had some sort of tension, and it was an obvious sign of intimate stuff. It was an ongoing thing to "cock block" the others who were talking, even if they were talking normally. Its funniest when you tell Katsuki you cockblocked him and lzuku. You just need to run fast enough.

Now at the booth, it was time to finally dial up the heat. You were closest to the wall, Kirishima on your right. Next to him was Jirou. On the other side, you had Mina across from you, and going to your right, was Katsuki, Denki, and Sero.

Jirou was observant, but she wasn't going to freak out over any under the table flirting. She’d definitely just ignore it. The boys who are more.. Never let the group chat forget this happened, thankfully on the other side observing Katsuki and Mina.

A few minutes in, you threw your leg over Eijirous, linking them together. He looked at you, eyes wide. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. It was totally wrong, but you thought the dazed look in his eyes was priceless.

He looked away after noticing the look in your eyes, opting to use his larger hand to pull your thigh further up his. Kirishima, despite being awkward and clumsy, was really fucking hot sometimes. Throughout the night, he kept that hand on your thigh.

Even when he drove everyone back to Seros, you calling shotgun next to him. His arm resting on your seat while looking out to back up, his eyes on yours in the mirror, and fuck how he sqoze your thigh harder during turns. You were definitely ready to start.

"Kirishima.." You sighed. You were getting nowhere. The issue was, you totally had a preference, and it was obvious. It was hard for people, especially men who were more sexually weak to break against the dynamic you'd set. "Two bottoms don't make a top, Mina loves herself a bitch boy every now and then but you'll need to take initiative." You huffed. It was almost annoying how perfect he was being.

He whimpered against your lips, his lower body lightly humping against Seros spare mattress. "S.sorry." He apologized, but most importantly, listened. He suddenly slipped two fingers in, and lapped his tongue around your clit.

"Fuck, Eijirou." You gripped his hair, pulling him in closer. "That's good. Mina likes when you start around the clit and focus in as she gets closer.!"

He hummed, seeming genuinely in awe. He was already totally whipped for pussy. "Like this ?" He took a break in, and flicked his tongue in a precise circle. When you gasped, he took the second to lightly pace his fingers in and out.

Your cheeks lifted up in a big grin. "You're doing amazing, Eijirou ! Similar to the clit, Mina enjoys when her g spot is just barely touched until the last moment. Make it a waiting game as long as possible."

Despite keeping your mind focused on the bigger picture, your body was getting heavier and hotter.

Midriff down, it felt as if a hot, damn towel was placed over your body.

Eijirou kept his fingers going, getting faster and faster every time he went in and out. His tongue kept getting closer and closer to where it was going to feel unbearably the best. "I think I understand.. now.. wanna make you come how you like it.." His head lifted up, unintentionally edging you. Oh, sweet Kiri. You definitely understand. You didn't have the heart to tell him, though.

You wondered about not what would only make you feel best, but what would be the hottest for a virgin and surprise for Mina. Though, your best idea did happen to be one of your favorites. "Kirishima, you're strong, right?”

His eyes widened, and a stark innocence shined. "Super strong ! I can do anything !!" You smiled and patted at his hair. He was being so good, how could you not?

"You're perfect, Eijirou." You leaned in, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. "I think I have everything planned out now, you just need to tell me if it's too much."

So that's how you ended up here. In the process of getting your best friend to fuck your other best friend, you had your legs spread out, hips sat heavy on Eijirou's mouth. You weren't sure if this was too much to start with at first, but it seemed to do the trick.

This definitely got Kirishima to take initiative, with the way his hands gripped at your ass and kept everything spread for him. The way he rocked you against his face, making you ride his tongue. He kept thrusting it in, mimicking the way you told him to tease before directly attacking. Fuck, hes a fast learner.

Your hands were tangled in his hair again, and you felt comfortable moving yourself against his face after some convincing (begging). Heat was surging back through you, and every hump made the weight drop deeper and heavier in your lower abdomen. "Kiri.. fuck.. I think I'm gonna.."

In a move you hadn't expected, Kirishima maneuvered his mouth to suck at your clit suddenly. It wasn't too harsh, but the perfect strength to send you flying over the edge. A hot wave seemed to rush through and out of you, squeezing your body in its path. He definitely passed this lesson..

You lifted yourself from his face, letting yourself take pleasure in watching him pant, breath shaky and higher pitched. His sweaty chest rose and fell, muscles unfairly taking up your entire focus. Freshman year you knew what was up.

"That.. was so good.. you're so good, " You leaned back on his lap, pleased when you felt how hard he was. He was fully there and past, his balls felt like they needed to come yesterday.

You looked up at him again, asking for permission. “Are you ready, Ei ?” In hindsight, it's funny how softly you asked. Because the way he fucked you when he finally got to put it in, was anything but. What can you say, though ? That's how Mina likes it.

Despite how good the stretch felt, and even though Kirishima had defied every idea you had of him, you dreaded how your legs would feel tomorrow. They were once again, spread as far as they could, perched up in the air while Kirishima’s strong form held you up while he bounced you against him.

"'Oh god.. fuck please."' his hips were snapping furiously into your soft spot, his eyes watering while he tightened his hands harder and harder around your smaller hips. Kirishima doesn't think he's ever felt this good.

"Please, my hand doesn't ever feel this good, this doesn't happen when i fuck into my pillow.. fuck please i need this." your thighs were pressed up between your body and his, your ankles and arms wrapped around his neck. he was fucking into you upright, gravity pulling your hips to naturally sit balls deep against his cock.

You smiled softly against his neck. He was so cute like this. He was fucking you like it was the end of the world, like he needed to break you in order to survive. But his eyes were so soft, voice so whimpery. Hands shaking, whining about how good you felt. “Go on, Kirishima. I already taught you how to put the condom on, so it's okay.”

His tip pushed roughly against your cervix, it was starting to feel overwhelming and you doubted you would come again after your last orgasm, but the loom on Kirishima's face when he got to cum after a night of teasing was worth it the sore legs the next week.

“Yes.. fuck.. thank you..” His hips stopped while deep in yours, and you felt the condom get noticeably warmer. His head fell into your chest, drool slightly dripping from his mouth onto your sternum.

“You did good, Kirishima. Now go man up to Mina and show her what you can do !” The previously fucked out and sleepy redhead shot up, his fist pumping through the air.

“Yea !! I'm going to show her how manly I am now !!” He rushed to pull his pants back on, but in the post dick daze you almost forgot something.

Just as he was about to exit, you stopped him. “Wait, by the way !” He looked back, expectantly. You held out a glass of water, with a lemon slice stuck into the rim. “Remember, Mina loves citrus after sex.”

a/n : sorry if this is choppy, i had trouble getting into this one so sections have been written at different times when i got random motivation . i may revamp it at some point, but i didnt want to beat around the bush

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[jifloulette]

➳ you've changed a lot ever since, i'm still stuck in the same place we left.

itoshi sae runs into you and he sees what changed with you ever since he left .

warnings ; implied breakup, angst with a hopeful ending

the first time sae sees you again was in the convenience store by the school he used to go to.

he vaguely remembers you waiting for him by the gate, greeting him with a beaming smile and a wave. he chuckles a bit remembering that. he also vaguely remembers how you would show him your favorite snacks and drinks to get at that same store, telling him that if you ever get mad at him, he should buy these for you and he'll have your heart. he tries to remember more memories the two of you created but it's no use, the thought of you at the back of his mind is all a blur. was it you he was with at the beach? was it you he was with as he went to buy ice cream? was it you that screamed his name so loud at his games? was it you who he kissed under the fireworks? maybe if he hadn't tried to push you away then you would see how much he appreciates you, how much he loves you. but at the same time, he impulsively erased any memory of you in his brain. it's like you were some specks of dust in the corner of his room that no matter how much he cleaned it, it'll still come back. it's funny, no? seeing you with different people whom he didn't recognize, looking at them with that same smile of yours, arms interlocked with each other, happily chatting about who knows what.

the strange thing he noticed is that the snacks you bought and ate were different than what you used to buy with him. he was confused, what do you mean you don't buy the packaged mochis anymore? the hi-chews? the lychee ramunes? to be fair, he did leave you behind as well for 4 years. who knows what happened and what changed in you within those 1,461 days? it was a long time to wait for someone who broke your heart, you were bound to get tired of waiting. it's not like he ever tried to reply to your messages and calls daily, most of them left delivered and in voicemail. another thing he noticed was your hair. you had let it grow unlike when you were with him. you used to cut it whenever you noticed it getting longer, saying that you didn't like having long hair because it was a hassle to take care of. oh and, your hair was a different color too, from h/c to a lighter color, it fit you that's for sure. oh, the things he'd do just so he could run his fingers through your hair just like he did back then.

it's like he was stuck in time, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. he stayed there, looking at you. seeing how you were slowly losing your teenage features. you were way taller, hell, you might've been a few inches taller than him. the next thing he knew was that his legs were on autopilot. they walked towards the convenience store. you were going to see him sooner or later, but fuck, he wasn't prepared. he doesn't even know what he's going to say once you see him. were you even going to notice him at all? were you going to ignore him the same way he did to you? "sae? is that you?", it was only when you talked that sae realized he had gone inside the store. you waved to the boy as you walked closer to him. he noticed your voice was deeper, it was still beautiful to hear though. even after all these years, he still loved hearing your honey-like voice. "it's been a minute, huh? how have you been? i thought you were in Spain?" you ask, "oh.. uh, i'm doing well. i just came back here to renew my passport for a good 3 days. got hungry so i went here." he replies, "so, you won't be here for long, huh." you added. "i missed you." you suddenly say, catching him off guard. "i.. did too." sae returns, hearing your friends call for you, you quickly say goodbye to him. "wait a bit, guys! uh, i guess this is goodbye, itoshi sae?" you tell him, "goodbye, y/n. i'm sorry i couldn't love you the same way you loved me." sae states, the last part he whispered. time was cruel for letting the two of you talk for only a minute or two, he'd do anything he could just to let you stay for a few more minutes.

with that, you had left with your friends. god, if only he stopped you. if only he said that he could ask his assistant to give him a week or so to stay in japan, maybe then the spark that was once firing with love and passion between the two of you would be relit. it was his fault for leaving you with the mess of heartbreak anyways, he was cruel for doing that to you, he knows that. sae thought that he had moved on, but it was just a façade he created to hide the guilt of leaving what the two of you could've been behind. he had left but he had never moved on, you had stayed yet you were the one to move on first. so, a question lingers in his mind as he gives the lady his ticket, which of the two of you really left the other?

the second time sae sees you again was at the airport.

all of a sudden, he heard a voice shouting his name. a voice he knew all too well. it was your voice, calling for him. he stopped dead in his tracks and looked back, seeing you wave at him with that same light in your eyes. he quickly runs to you, his assistant saying that the flight will leave soon but he could care less. "w-what are you doing here, y/n?" sae asks you, "well.. you did say you were going to stay for only 3 days, i also asked your mom about when you were going to leave so here i am!" you answer, smiling at him. he quickly dropped his bags and hugged you, oh so tightly. he didn't care if people were around, you were here with him after all. he thanks whatever god is out there for giving him another chance to hold you like this again. maybe, just maybe, he can relight the dying flame between the two of you.

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[bananayuyu]

Lust & Love & Loss

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: angst, smut, a sprinkling of fluff

Word count: 10.5k

Summary: Graduation was meant to be celebrated, you knew that. But all you wanted was distraction, now that you knew how bad of a granddaughter you'd been.

Warnings: smut, MDNI, semi-public sex, safe sex (we love condoms), degradation and praise, throat fucking, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, (it's kinda nasty but he obviously loves her)

A/n: Just lost a grandparent and this is how I'm coping 😭 idk what that says about me. I hope y'all enjoy <3

"How does it feel to be a college graduate?"

You slowly turn your head over your right shoulder, eyes locking with your favorite grad student. No longer a grad student, now that he'd graduated too. His cap is still on, gown blowing gently in the wind. It barely reaches past his knees, his jeans and scuffed converse sticking out underneath.

"You couldn't even be bothered to wear some nice shoes for graduation?" you ask, eyes narrowing.

"It's not fair that my feet are on display when everyone else's aren't. I can't believe they don't have a longer size than this one," he responds, staring back at you, his eyes so obviously trailing to your lips. You know that look, at least you're pretty sure you do, and you have a feeling you know exactly why he's here talking to you.

"Well I still wore nice shoes," you say, pulling up your gown to reveal your platform black leather boots.

"Aren't you special," he jokes.

"Now I've got a college degree like everyone else," you chuckle, rolling your eyes and looking around at the sea of robes around you, the meandering families and friends taking photos with and hugging their loved ones.

"Are your friends here?" he asks, looking around too, suddenly looking a little nervous.

"No, they already left. Jenna has work today and Mags is helping out with set up and take down so she had to run. Well, I told her to run. It's volunteer, so, you know, she could have stayed longer," you look back to him, eyes flitting up and down awkwardly. You don't know why you still get this way with him, after two years of knowing each other. "I didn't feel like standing around and making a moment of it. Just any other day," you laugh, looking back up.

The intensity, the darkness, it roils beneath your surface, and you really fucking hope it doesn't show all over your face. You were in no mood to celebrate, not after the past few weeks you'd had. Yunho didn't dare ask again why your family wasn't here, because the last time he'd asked you'd shut him down so harshly that he knew to never broach the subject again. At least, not on a crowded football field filled with many students who may or may not know you. Maybe another time, in a more private location, he could get the answer from you, but he knew his wish was unlikely to come true.

"I know you don't like celebrating things, but me and Mingi and San are having people over to our place tonight. It'll just be close friends, everyone you already know. If you'd like to come, have some fun, you know, loosen up a bit," he smirks at you, holding his hands behind his back and tilting his head to the side.

"You can just say you want to fuck me, you know," you shoot back, crossing your arms over your chest. "Yun-ho," you drawl, laughing at your own stupid play on words.

"I like hanging out with you too, you know," he mocks you.

"Is that so?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.

"We might not have many more opportunities to, before I'm off to Maine," he says, and you can't explain why it shoots through you so painfully. So deeply. It's like there's a deep scar it's reopening, or something inside that's never fully healed. You don't like it.

You really don't like it.

"What time?" you ask, blinking back the thin layer of tears that so quickly formed, eyeing him more harshly than you realize.

"We're ordering food from that Chinese place San likes, probably like seven or so, but you can come whenever. What should we order for you?" he asks.

"Oh, y'all don't have to get me food, it's okay," you shake your head, remembering your leftover lentil soup in the fridge. You should really eat that up today, before it goes bad.

You don't want to lose it.

Why do I care?

"Chicken or tofu with your fried rice?" he asks.

"Tofu," you answer, eyes falling to the ground a moment. That feeling, I really fucking hate it, you think. You want it to stop, you're desperate. You'd been numb all morning, able to go through the motions of getting dressed and walking to the stadium without a single feeling.

Why am I feeling it now?

"Wait, no seriously, you don't have to get me anything, I have some soup I should eat. It'll go bad if I don't," you look back at him, at his brows that are pulled together in a look of concern.

"Mm," he hums, nodding at you, that look still plastered on his face. "Be there by seven. Earlier if you want, like I said," he finishes.

You just stare at him, your body now turned in his direction, your arms hanging loosely at your side. He closes the distance between you with a step, wrapping his arms around in a friendly hug, putting your face into his shoulder and caressing the back of your head.

"Congratulations," he says, squeezing you for a moment, your arms not moving an inch. But your body starts to shake a bit, the feelings starting to snake their way through your nervous system and make you jittery.

"Thank you," you whisper, and he pulls away, snaking his way back through the crowd, finding Mingi and San and walking off with them.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Marcos, give me that!" you hear Letitia scream, her little boy no doubt running through the house with a knife or scissors in hand. You stumble to the back of the house you live in, sneaking through the back door that opens to your tiny hallway. Your bedroom and bathroom sit across from each other, the doors dirty and dented at the bottom from the capricious toddler, who had more of a penchant for destruction than any other kid you'd known. Letitia was kind though, so kind, and you were thankful to have had a place so close to campus for your years here. Six years, six long years of working and studying, grinding every last bit of productivity out of yourself that you possibly could. You snuck into your room quietly, hoping to avoid any questions about graduation, or the classic, 'How are you doing? You've been so busy lately.'

Letitia was kind, but she was your landlord, and you toed the line between kindness and professionalism with her. Now especially, with everything going on with the family, your granddad, all of the unknown possibilities...

You didn't want her knowing anything. If what your Dad said will happen does actually happen, what he seems to be wishing will happen, you'll be moving out of here sometime this summer. And though you've grown attached to this place, it isn't really your choice. Or it doesn't feel like it is, even if it should be.

It was something you felt deep within you, a feeling that came and went, and only ever gave you a few seconds of its time. You weren't sure you'd ever be able to fully name it, fully understand it. Why it kept evading your conscious you weren't sure, but the fact that it was real, that it was definitely something of importance, couldn't be denied.

You pulled off your heavy boots, slumping them into your tiny closet, stripping off the fitted outfit you'd worn to graduation. You weren't sure why you felt obligated to dress up, when seemingly no one else did. You threw your clothes in the hamper, soaked with sweat from the hot summer day, and grabbed your favorite loose t-shirt and some baggy sweats.

If you were making it over to the party, there was no way you were dressing up today. Not that you ever did to go hang out with Yunho and his friends.

"I'm heading to my friend's place on Cornell, I'm walking," you told Letitia as you entered the living room, your phone, wallet and keys all held in one hand. It seemed like a bit of a slap in the face, the fact that your university decided on naming all of the surrounding streets after colleges far more prestigious than yours.

"Sounds good, please be safe," she smiles at you, Marcos struggling out of her grip to come and hug your leg.

"If I don't have a ride back, I'll just stay over there," you assure her, trying to smile back.

"I can always give you a ride, if you don't want to stay," she says, tilting her head at her son and his adorable face. He loves when you wear baggy pants so that he can hang off of them.

"It's fine, I've stayed over there before. No worries," you say, peeling the toddler off of you, wrestling with him for a moment to get him back in his mother's lap.

"Okay, have a fun time sweetheart," Letitia says, smiling again, looking like she might not know what else to say. You're unsure if she knows already, logically, that you're probably moving out now that you've graduated. Though it isn't a given, you reason, it's always possible you'd find work in this small town or decide to go to grad school now. But keeping her in the dark about everything is what you've decided to do, and really nothing could persuade you to change that decision.

Even if she'd picked you up that first night you'd went out, and saved you from potentially the worst case scenario.

"Thanks, have a good night," you answer, walking out the back door again, making your way through the alley way the leads right down to the street where Yunho lives.

++++++++++++++++++++

"You made it." Yunho's face is bright, lips stretching into his beautiful smile, as he opens the door and ushers you in.

"Mmhm," you respond, nodding, stepping cautiously into the apartment. You're out of breath from the three flights of stairs, your face slightly flushed, you're sure of it. The wind picked up on your walk over, your hair blown about and now a bit tangly. You run your fingers through it, snagging on one of the tangles.

Wincing, in a way he's seen a lot.

"You're early," he jokes, looking over to the living room, not a soul in sight.

"You said-" you stutter, cutting yourself off.

"I know, I'm kidding," he responds. "Do you want to put those in my room?"

You just nod, following him in silence, your chest feeling tight. You don't know why you suddenly feel so exposed, suddenly feel like maybe you shouldn't have come, or at least not so early. You just didn't feel like sitting in your bedroom any longer.

He opens his door, and you come in and plop down on his bean bag, setting your stuff down next to you. At least on this bean bag chair you can curl into yourself, holding your legs close and leaning your head to the side, sighing deeply. Yunho grabs his glasses from his side table, picking up the little remote that sits there, setting the LEDs in his room to a comforting mix of pink and purple. He pops out to the living room to do the same, and you overhear San letting him know the food's on its way, arriving in fifteen minutes. Just then a knock sounds on the front door, and San goes to open it to his best friend Wooyoung, and Yeosang and Jongho are tagging along too, quickly making for the refrigerator to find the cold beer.

"Yo, is y/n coming?" you hear Jongho ask, and your ears perk up.

"Already here, she's in my room," Yunho responds.

"Oh, damn," Jongho replies, and you don't know if it's his face or some other hidden meaning, but you hear the boys chuckle in unison.

"How much should I Venmo you San?" Yunho asks.

"Don't worry about it man, it's a graduation gift," he laughs, slapping him gently on the back. "Oh there he is," San says, and you hear the low rumble of Mingi's voice greeting everyone.

"What, were you taking a shit or something?" Yeosang asks, making the group burst into laughter. You curl in on yourself more, cringing.

Men.

Poop was only fun to talk about when it was you and your friends joking around. You didn't give a shit if that was a double standard.

"Hey, everyone's starting to arrive," Yunho says as he enters his room again, not bothering to close the door. The sounds of male conversation tumble in from the kitchen, and the more you hear the less you're wanting to join, really. Not that it was all disgusting, not that any of them were. It was just that they were people, and a lot of them, and you didn't have it in you to talk tonight. "You're so quiet. Graduation got you all depressed?" Yunho asks, eyeing you from his desk, where he's hurriedly trying to organize the absolute mess in front of him.

"No, it's not that. Just don't really feel like talking I guess," you say, staring back. "Why are you organizing that now?"

"Cause you're here," he says, chuckling in almost an embarrassed way.

"I'm not your girlfriend," you retort, shaking your head.

"I know that," he says, but the look he shoots you says so many other things, his eyes hiding so much as he stares at you sideways. "I don't want you to think I'm a slob."

You just shrug your shoulders, looking away, sinking further into the plushness.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you're upset?" he says, finishing what little organizing he could muster, sitting down on the floor right in front of you, a hand coming to reach out and rest on your thigh.

"Upset?" you ask, not moving away from his touch, but not moving into it either.

"With me," he says.

"I'm not upset with you," you say, shaking your head.

"So if it's not about graduation, or about me, then what is it about?" he asks.

"You know what it's about," you sigh, breaking your eye contact.

"Barely," he replies.

"It's better that way, trust me," you sigh, looking back towards him, tears brimming in your eyes. You're generally good at holding it in, at crying by yourself in your room when you know no one's watching, when you can think whatever thoughts you have and not worry how they'll hurt anyone else. But his touch, it's too comforting, and it's been too long since you've felt the warmth, his warmth that sinks through you and makes you forget about everything else.

You lean forward, pushing off of the chair to crawl into his lap, wrapping yourself around him.

"Please tell me," he says softly in your ear. But all you do is shake your head, shoving your face into his chest, trying to forget everything.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Y/n, aren't Yunho's glasses sexy?" Wooyoung asks you, right as you put a huge bite of rice in your mouth, forcing you to nod awkwardly as you try to chew quickly. "I think he should wear them more, stop wearing contacts every day."

You continue nodding, awkwardly swallowing your food, reaching for the glass of water you'd placed on the coffee table. You're sat with Wooyoung, San, Mingi and Yunho in their tiny living room area, the rest of the guests still mingling in the kitchen, a few more arriving after the food had arrived. There is one girl, Seonghwa, who you're pretty sure is Hongjoong's girlfriend, but you don't know for sure. You don't know Hongjoong well enough to really ask that, either, but you made sure to give the girl a genuine smile when she walked in. Another female presence in the space did put you at ease, at least a little.

"They're too much of a hassle, they get dirty so easily," Yunho says, saving you from having to answer the question.

"You'd get so much female attention if you did though, I'm sure," Wooyoung says, shooting a playful glance your way. "Don't you think?"

"Woo, stop messing with her," Yunho says, feeling your body tense up beside him.

"I'm not messing with her, I'm genuinely curious if she finds those glasses sex-"

"Woo, stop." This time Yunho is firm, firmer than you've known him to be with his friends, and the looks around you indicate that it isn't a common occurrence at all. The five of you fall into a tense silence, only the sounds of chewing and swallowing filling the space.

"You sure you don't want a beer?" Mingi asks you, hoping to change the subject and break the tension.

"No, I'm good," you say, voice small, shaking your head.

"Yunho? Want another?" Mingi asks, standing up with his empty can in hand, heading back towards the kitchen.

"Nah, I think I'll just have one tonight," he replies, throwing back the last of his can.

"Really?" his friends all ask in unison.

It wasn't like one beer would make him feel anything. And it wasn't like they were drinking delicious beer. Never had Yunho drank just one, if he chose to drink. They all knew something was up, but what it was, they had no idea.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Hey, I'm Seonghwa, I wasn't sure if you remember me," Seonghwa says, sneaking up beside you while you clean off your plate and fork, placing them in the dish drainer to the side of the sink.

"You let me smoke your weed, how could I forget?" you respond, smiling over at her and gently taking her dirty plate from her hands. "I'm y/n, if you forgot my name," you say, getting to work on scrubbing her dishes clean.

"You graduated today, right?" she asks, black bangs brushing over her eyes, her thin hips leaning against the counter.

"Yeah," you sigh, giving her a weak smile.

"Not much fun, is it?" she asks you.

"Not really," you say, finally placing her dishes in the rack next to yours.

"Last year it was so boring, our commencement speaker talked so slow that I nearly fell asleep. And I sweated like crazy, I hated it," she chuckles.

"Yeah ours was... hmm. I don't want to insult that random woman who I know nothing about, but let's just say, not very inspiring. And same, I sweated so badly, I didn't realize how damn hot those robes would be," you reply.

"It's so annoying. Like please just give us our diplomas and let us go," she jokes, making you laugh.

"For real, I'm twenty-four years old, and none of my family is even coming, we don't need to be announcing everyone's names like this. It's so goofy," you say.

"I guess some people's family's come, but I wouldn't know what that's like," she smiles, tilting her head in understanding.

"Yeah, what is that like? Having a picture-perfect family? I know it's rare, but there are some out there."

"Makes for some very unfunny kids, I'll tell you that," she laughs.

"Still, I envy them," you chuckle.

"Oh, of course. I doubt that feeling will ever go away," she smiles.

Right then you wish you could teleport out of here, with her, and just float on a cloud and watch the sunset.

"Do you wanna smoke?" she asks, and pulls a tiny tube from her small black purse, popping open the top and pulling out a perfectly-rolled blunt, it's edge crisp and white.

"Is that from Astronaut Status?" you ask and she nods, chuckling at your reaction. "You're gonna share your expensive weed with me?"

"I'd rather share it with you than any of those bozos," she says, tilting her head in the direction of the living room. You burst out laughing for a moment, grabbing onto the counter.

"Well thank you, it would be an honor," you say, jokingly curtsying to her, making her laugh too.

"Do they have a balcony?" she asks, looking around to the window in the living room, right to the left of their TV.

“They’ve each got a small one off their bedrooms.  Let’s use Yunho’s,” you say, knowing the tree bordering the park behind covers most of the view, making it almost feel like a private place.

“They’ve each got balconies?” she asks as you both make your way to the hallway, raising her eyebrows at you.

“I know, it’s kinda fancy.  They’ve all got really good scholarships, so, yeah,” you say, making your way through Yunho’s still open door.  You quickly grab your phone off of his beanbag, Seonghwa waiting for you to show the way.  You gently unlock the door to his balcony and push it open, the hinges creaking slightly.

“Oh, this is nice,” She says as soon as she steps outside behind you, taking in the tree in all of it’s glory, it’s summer blossoms starting to edge towards blooming.

“You should see it in late summer, the flowers are this deep orange color, so pretty,” you say, closing the door gently behind you two.

“Wait, so how long have you and Yunho been together?" she asks, searching her bag for her lighter.

“Oh, we’re not dating,” you say, sighing.  “We’re both too busy for that,” you chuckle.

“Is that so?” she asks you, finally lighting the blunt, taking the first inhale and handing it over to you.

“Genuinely, I’m so busy most of the time I don’t even have a sex drive anymore.  If teen me could see me now, she’d be shocked,” you say, making Seonghwa laugh, as you take a hit yourself.  You cough, your lungs squeezing in on themselves for a moment.  “Fuck, I haven’t done this in a while,” you laugh, handing it back to Seonghwa.

“I get what you mean, I think that really does happen.  People get so busy they don’t even think about relationships or sex.  But people date in all kinds of situations, it sounds like you just don’t want to date him?”  Her knowing eyes are fixed on you, and in the fading sunlight her features are striking.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t,” you say, turning away.  “I mean, we’ve only hooked up like six times in the last year, or maybe seven, I can’t remember.  I haven’t hooked up with anyone else, I genuinely haven’t had the time or desire.  I guess it’s nice to know, with him it’ll be good.  It’ll be safe.  I don’t have to worry about some stranger hurting me, or doing something awkward, or something that I hate.  It’s never a wasted night with him, at least.”

“How wholesome,” she laughs.

“Shit’s been weird lately, I don’t know if I really have the emotional capacity for a relationship,” you say, looking back to her as she hands you the blunt again.

“You never know.  That may very well be true, but sometimes things work when you least expect them to.  Romantic relationships are… strange…” she trails off, as you blow out the smoke, this time your lungs accepting their fate.  You nod at her, handing it back, taking a deep breath.  “What’s been going on?” she asks.

“My grandpa is dying,” you say, not sure why now this feels so easy, with this nearly complete stranger.  “He has dementia.”

“That’s an awful one,” she says, sighing as she exhales smoke.

“Yeah,” you say, turning to look up into the night sky.

“How far along is he?” she asks, holding the blunt out to you, and you shake your head.

“Well, we had to put him in a memory care facility about two and a half months ago, because it was to the point that he couldn’t do nearly anything for himself.  He couldn’t dress himself anymore, he would forget to eat, he stopped bathing, all that stuff.  I guess he lost control of his bowels too, so that was the last straw for my dad.  It was really hard on my grandma to try to take care of him, and at that point it was just too much.  But he’s progressed really fast now that he’s in the home, he doesn’t remember any of us anymore.  He’s in a wheelchair.  Before he went there he could still walk, still remember all of our names.  It’s all happening really fast.”

“Do you visit him a lot?” she asks, and you shake your head, tears starting to form again.  But you fight them down.  “Shit, is he somewhere far away?”

“Yeah, my family’s from the city but like, the center of the city, so maybe a thirty minute drive from here, but the place they found is in the west suburbs, so the drive is nearly an hour.  And I have to borrow someone’s car, either my landlord’s or one of my friends.  It’s hard,” you say, still not looking at her.

“Were you close?”

“Yes and no, I mean I grew up living in the same city as my grandparents, they’d always come to my sports games or whatever.  But my family isn’t very close, period, none of us are.  I am an only child, so when I did stay at their house while my parents were out of town I’d get a lot of one on one time with him, but I don’t know, there’s nothing that memorable.  He could be grumpy, and kind of mean sometimes.  But nothing crazy.  Just a normal old man, in many ways,” you sigh.

“It’s still hard though, I’m sure.  With family, it’s always hard,” she says, taking a final puff, putting out the blunt on the stone wall bordering the balcony.

“My dad’s pissed that I haven’t visited in so long,” you say, looking back at her, finding comfort in her striking face.  “I haven’t been able to since the second week he was there, this semester’s just been too busy.  I went yesterday, crashed at my parents, then drove back this morning.  He didn’t remember me at all.  It was so fucking weird.”

“It’s so scary that so many of us live so long, that we forget everyone for years before we pass,” she replies, the look in her eyes making it clear she knows that from experience, not just from empathy.

“I know,” you say, shaking your head.  “I promised my dad I’d visit all summer, two times a week.  And I’ll probably be moving back with my parents so that it’s easier, we’ll see.  I haven’t decided yet.  Living with them… I don’t know if I can do it again,” you sigh, and Seonghwa nods in understanding.

“You have to do what’s right for you,” she says.

“Is it weird that I don’t even find it that sad? I’m more worried about how it’ll affect my Dad who's freaking out, about how it’ll affect my grandma, and my mom is just like completely emotionally checked out, she’s doing so much extra shit at her job right now.  They’re all a mess, it seems like they’re all devastated.”

“You don’t feel any of that devastation?”

“Uh, I don’t think so?” you respond.

“You haven’t thought about it?” she asks, looking at you. 

“Death is a part of life, I’ve known that for forever.  It just happens, we can’t prevent it.  Despite this crazy civilization we’ve built, where so much of what we do has nothing to do with nature, we are animals.  We die, there’s no stopping that.  And my grandpa is eighty, that’s pretty old,” you say, sighing.

“It still can pull at you though, even if you don’t fear death like most people.  And it’s okay that you haven’t visited him, you’ve had important things you’ve been working on.  We can’t always put our life on hold because a family member is sick.”

“Tell that to my Dad,” you chuckle, pulling your arms in to hold yourself.

“Honestly, fuck your Dad, if he’s making you feel bad about that,” Seonghwa replies, her eyes sparkling in reflection of a distant passing car’s headlights.

“You’re cool, I like you,” you laugh, smiling in her direction.

“Says you,” she replies, smiling too.

“Me?”

“Yes, you have such cool style, always so calm and collected,” she says, eyeing you.

“Glad to know that’s how I come off to other people,” you laugh, looking at her with disbelief.  “It’s absolute chaos in here,” you say, pointing to your head.

“I get that, people tell me the same thing a lot and I’m like, nothing about me seems calm to me, but okay,” she laughs, raising her hands in a shrugging gesture.  “I hope you don’t dislike this, but I totally though you were gay when I first met you.  Cause you dress so masculinely,” she says.

“Oh yeah, I get that all the time, especially here at college.  I mean, I guess I’m like pan or something, definitely not 100% straight, but I do still like getting dicked down, I guess.  Though I suppose anyone could do that for me, if they had a strap.”  You both laugh, a warmth sitting in the air between you.

Suddenly Seonghwa’s phone starts sounding, a gentle song of wind chimes playing.

“Ah, shit, it’s time for us to go.  I gotta take Hongjoong to the airport super early tomorrow, so I’m gonna try to get us some actual sleep tonight.  It was so good talking to you though, I’m so glad we got the chance to smoke, and everything,” she smiles at you, looking like she wants to take a step forward.

“Can I give you a hug?” you ask, and she steps forward, answering your question with her arms around your shoulders.  “Sorry for the trauma dump,” you say as she pulls away.

“No need to apologize.  I loved it.  I like dating boys, but there’s nothing else that compares to the way girls can just be open with me.  And I love it, truly,” she says, phone in hand.

“Thank you, for the conversation and the weed,” you say, making her laugh once more, as she opens Yunho’s door and dips back inside.

“Of course, have a good night!” she’s says.

“You too,” you reply, and you gently shut the door behind her, breathing deep and letting the fuzziness of your slight high hit you, staring softy into the darkness of the park below.

++++++++++++++++++++

Yun Ho: Did you go home? Y/n: I’m on your balcony

It only took about fifteen seconds, and the door from Yunho’s room was swinging open, the hinges squeaking more sharply this time with how forcefully he opened it.

“I thought you’d left,” he said, invading your space in an instant, wrapping his arms around you again.  “Did you smoke?”

You nod your head against him, tucking your arms in between both of your stomachs, letting him cradle you.

“So no beer, but you wanted to smoke?” he asks.  It almost sounds accusatory.

“Seonghwa has nice weed,” you say, rolling your eyes, a bit pissed but not even sure why, and certainly not mad that he’s holding you like this.

“I didn’t think you liked it,” he says.

“What, can I not smoke?” you ask.

“No, you can do whatever you want,” he says, pulling back and looking at your eyes.  “Do you feel high?”

“Barely, I look like two hits,” you say, staring back at him.  “You’re being so weird,” you say, looking at him with confusion, and contempt.

“I’m just checking on you, baby,” he says, inspecting your whole body as if those two hits could have somehow caused you to grow an extra limb.

“Baby?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

“You are my baby,” he says, and you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out, pointing your finger down your throat.  “We both know things would be different between us if you hadn’t been so busy this year,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“If we hadn’t been so busy,” you retort, crossing your arms too.  “You were working on a master’s thesis until about two weeks ago, do you remember that?” you ask, tone patronizing, but he knows you're joking.

“Oh, I was?” Yunho jokes back, squinting his eyes and playing dumb in that way that always gets you.

“Shut up,” you laugh, smacking his upper arm with your hand, and his arms relax too as he grabs your wrist, fighting back.

“Come here,” he says, pulling you into him, one hand reaching around to the small of your back, the other landing gently on the side of your neck, pulling your face up to him.  He places a gentle kiss on your lips, his first taste of you in over a month, his body reacting instantly.  Yours is too, a hunger lit inside of you every time he touches you like this, kisses you like this, reminding you that you do like this, need this.  You hold on to his upper arms, letting him pull back to lick along your bottom lip like he loves to do, then dive back into you harder, putting both hands behind your back to hold you close.

Finally he pulls back, a hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“You doing okay?” he asks, his enlarged pupils making his eyes look so very alert.

“Mm,” you mumble back, shaking your head, in an attempt to tell him you won’t answer his question.  But to him it just looks like you're saying no, and his eyebrows pull up in concern again.

“So something’s going on, but you won't tell me?” he asks.

“You’re a boy,” you answer, shaking your head.

“I’m 26?” he says, tilting his head at you.

“I trust no boy with my emotions,” you say, knowing it’s a revealing thing to say, and honestly not sure how he’ll respond.

“I’m not that other boy, or man, or whoever you’re talking about,” he says, and you just stare at him, eyes a bit wide.  At least Yunho wasn’t dumb, at least he understood that your distrust of men came from the countless, genuinely countless times the men in your life had broken your trust and hurt you.

He thought that probably explained a lot, about you.

It explained a lot about him, too.

“What can I do, to get you to tell me?” he asks, rocking you back and forth, trying to do anything he can to make you feel calm and ready to share.  But you just shake your head again, eyes on his, lips sealed tightly together.  “You can tell me anything, I promise,” he says, turning his head to the side, trying to coax it out of you.

You can tell.

But that isn’t what you want right now.  Not when he can give you something so much better.

“Just fuck me already, please,” you sigh, looking at him with a pathetic needy look, and he sighs too, mad that you’ve won, pissed that you always get what you want from him.  He can’t be too mad though, when just the smallest taste of you is all he needs to be happy for the next month.

His mouth is open at is meets yours, no tongues at play yet, but your lips are wrapped deeply around each other in a hungry kiss, your breathing unsteady as soon as he’s made contact.  His hands snake under your shirt, feeling over every bit of skin he can find, finally adding his tongue to the mix and swiping it deeply through your mouth, your own tongue feeling electric at the contact.  The feeling snakes right down to your core, right to your clit, and you can’t help but tremble against him, feeling so unfairly empty, needing his tongue down there, fingers down there, anything.  He pushes a knee between your legs as your back comes to rest against the stone wall surrounding the balcony, your own hands greedily reaching underneath his shirt, then snaking down into his pants, fighting with the layers of fabric, and then fighting with his own hand that is preventing yours from reaching for his cock.  You shouldn’t be surprised he doesn’t want that yet, you’ve done this with him before, but you can’t help the visceral anger and want that his rejection has caused you.  You whine into his mouth, your eyebrows scrunching in frustration and hurt, as he pins your arm behind your back with his, swiping his tongue even deeper against yours.

You pull back, breaths ragged as he now attacks your neck, sparks of pleasure shooting up into your head and making you feel dizzy.

“Stop teasing, Yunho please,” you beg, knowing he likes drawing this out, because you get so damn sensitive and needy and it makes him feel fucking amazing.  He chuckles against your skin, running his tongue up the side of your neck, landing by your ear lobe and sucking on it, making you nearly scream in pleasure.

Your ears are too much, he knows that.  He’s trying to get you riled up, and of course it’s fucking worked.

“Yunho, stop, I c-can’t take it,” you nearly cry, pushing against his shoulder to try to move him off of you.

“Tell me what you want,” he says in your ear, kissing your neck a bit more gently, giving you the chance to actually answer him.  You whine though, hating when he makes you say these things, say the words he so loves to hear.

You hate how much you love to say it.

“Tell me, baby, you can do it,” he encourages, hands still roaming you.

“I- I want you to fuck me,” you start, breath stuttering as you finish your sentence.  “I need you t-to fuck me,” you manage, making him smile against you again, finally pulling back and just looking at you, the hints of the smile still there.  “I want your cock inside me,” you say with your eyes on the ground, never able to say it while looking at him, not sure if you could bear just how much you like the humiliation.

It wasn’t until him that you found out how much you liked it.

“Good girl. Stay right here, don’t move,” he says, and you oblige, watching him with wide eyes as he ducks into his room, returning in mere moments and almost slamming the door behind him.  In his hand is a condom, which he rips open with ease, looking up to see your surprised face.

“Turn around,” he says, and you do, standing now facing the tree, the park below.  “Put your arms on the wall baby, there,” he says as he moves you, placing your forearms on the wide ledge of the wall.  He pulls down his own sweats enough to free his cock, quickly rolling the condom down, then steps forward to grab at your sweats and panties, pulling them both down in one swift motion.  With his hand he tests the waters for a moment, sticking a finger in you with no warning, making you cry out in pleasure, feeling just how unbelievably wet you are already.

He knows you don’t need any more preparation, so he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, simultaneously moving his hand that was just inside you in front of your mouth.  You obediently open up, letting him stick his fingers down your throat, tasting your own sweet muskiness that makes your whole body reel with pride.

Sometimes you wish you could clone yourself, just so you could get an unbridled taste of your own cunt.

“You’re so damn needy,” he says in your ear, leaning over to whisper to you, starting with slow thrusts of his hips, your legs already shaking as you choke on the fingers in your mouth.  “Can’t wait two fucking seconds to get fucked, you have to have it right away,” he says, picking up the pace every so slightly, the sound of skin slapping starting to fill the air.  “All you want is to be choking on my fingers while your pussy is filled with my cock, huh?”  You attempt to nod, even with his fingers in your mouth, and you end up gagging on them harder, your pussy clenching from just how good it feels.

Maybe you were his baby.  But he knew exactly what you wanted when his cock was buried this deep inside you.

"Why have you been avoiding me then, hmm?" he asks you, picking up his pace, placing his free hand around your neck to hold you there. He can feel your throat repeatedly gagging now, from the outside and the inside, spit starting to escape your lips and drip down onto the branch of trees just below you. "You haven't been that busy, baby, I know that."

His cock is repeatedly hitting that perfect spongy place inside you, over and over with such force, your legs are trembling uncontrollably now. Yunho watches as your thigh muscles involuntarily twitch, making your ass jiggle as his cock disappears inside your cunt. It's a miracle he isn't coming on the spot, feeling your tears drip down onto his forearm, knowing you're so fucking close yourself.

He knows once you start to cry you can only take a few more seconds of gagging, so he slowly pulls his fingers from your mouth, your body heaving with it's sudden ability to breathe normally.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you mumble, trying to wipe the spit and tears from your face as he fucks you even harder, his hands on your hips now to give him the leverage he needs.

"I know baby, I know," he chides, his cock reaching impossibly far inside you, your body finally letting go and coming, pussy twitching hard.

"Fuck, fuck," you whisper as your vision goes white, not remembering for a second where you are, not even feeling the cold stone underneath your forearms.

"Good girl," he says behind you, fucking you until he feels your pussy start to release. He pulls out slowly, reaching over to open the door, then grabbing you and slinging you over his shoulder, your bare cunt up to the sky for the world to see.

Once he's thrown you on his bed he's clawing at your clothes, taking them off with a hurriedness that makes you giggle, and he shakes his head at you, holding a finger up to his lips to shush you. You can't help it though, your mind slipping into your favorite headspace, where you can't really control anything that you say or think, and you just feel free.

"Hand and knees," he says as he strips of his own shirt, pulling down his sweat pants and boxers and throwing them on the floor. You obediently do as he says, still giggling, throwing your head back over your shoulder to get a good look at him.

"You think this is gonna be easy?" He stares back, eyebrows raised, as he moved behind you on his bed, landing a smack on your right ass cheek with his right hand. It's powerful, harsh, and makes you moan involuntarily, the pain rippling up into your core. He lands another, with even more force, and you know for a fact you'll be bruised up tomorrow.

You can't wait to stare at the blue and purple marks in the morning, and spend the whole day replaying this over and over and over.

"Not so funny anymore, is it?" he says, ripping another pathetic moan out of you with his left hand, grabbing harshly at your flesh after he's spanked you yet again. "You think it's funny, ignoring me? Pretending like I don't exist? I know you think about me every time you touch yourself, baby," he says, another smack echoing off his bedroom walls. "You just like being punished too much, though, don't you? Fucking slut," he spits, and now finally he's being a little too mean, in that way that makes your calm head so fuzzy, his spanks and his words nearly making you cum already. "You like to pretend like you're not a little whore, don't you? Like this isn't what you wish was happening every fucking day," he drawls, his voice getting lower and gravelly, and the next smack he lands is so hard you're crying out, the pain running through you, your body feeling empty except for the feeling. It runs straight through you, and suddenly you feel Yunho's thumb on your clit, and all the feeling rushes to your core in an instant, making you start to cum. Yunho can see your cunt clenching around nothing, the sight intoxicating, and he can't stop himself.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers as he sheaths himself, and suddenly you're so full of him again, your orgasm ripping through you fast, his cock feeling somehow even bigger now. He thrusts into you hard, throwing his head back with an almost pained expression, and god it is it a fucking miracle that somehow he hasn't come again. When he looks back down again he sees your pained expression, pathetic whimpers coming from you as you grab onto his comforter for dear life. A few tears have slipped out of your eyes, and it drives him fucking crazy, unleashing something within him that he didn't know was there until he met you.

"I can't, I-I can't, ahh, yuyu, too much," you cry below him, barely even recognizing the words yourself.

"Oh, now it's too much? Did you not fucking ask for this?!" he snarls, taking his hand off your clit to land another harsh smack on your ass, reaching down to grab both of your arms and push your face further into his mattress. He wraps one hand around both of your wrists, holding your arms behind you, now not giving you any option but to just take whatever he's giving you. It feels good to him, the completely vulnerable state you're in, the ways he's in total control, but somehow it still doesn't feel like enough. He slows his movements for a second, picking your ass up even higher to move your knees close to your shoulders, nearly crumpling you into a ball with your ass stuck high into the air. Then he moves himself sideways, anchoring one knee between your calves, and moves his other leg gently over, putting his foot right down on the side of your head that's facing his ceiling.

He'd only done this one other time, and it was blowing your mind just as much again, because how the fuck this even worked logistically was beyond you. He starts thrusting again, the angle so much deeper now, and you nearly shriek with how intensely his cock just hit your cervix, making your whole body start to shake as another orgasm started to rip through you.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Being fucked like a whore," he spits, still holding tight onto your arms, his cock nearly able to fully bottom out inside you at this angle. Tears and snot continue to flow down your face, getting caught in your hair that's no doubt a tangled mess, and you finally feel something massive building inside you, as his cock repeatedly hits your cervix and makes it feel like you're coming with every stroke.

"Fuck, fuuuck," you groan into the blanket, and Yunho can feel your cunt start to tremble, your moans and whimpers getting louder and more erratic.

"You love my cock, don't you baby?" he drawls, chuckling to himself, his leg muscles working overtime to make this position work. He lands another smack on your ass as he thrusts even harder, putting a force behind them that makes your body start to come undone.

"Fuck, Yunho, fuck, fuck, fuck, ahh," you scream, the feeling washing over you, your whole body shaking in pleasure. No matter how well you knew your body, you'd never be able to make yourself cum as hard as he does.

"Yes, baby, good girl," he says as he feels you clenching down on him, his own legs starting to tremble from his position.

"It feels so good," you cry, nearly writhing underneath him.

"Yeah?" he mocks you, chuckling again when you whine in response, as he fucks you through the aftershocks, gently slowing his movement until there no longer was any.

When he steps back and pulls out of you, you collapse immediately, your chest heaving up and down and your whole body still tingling.

"You good?" he asks, his own breath coming out fast, with how hard he'd just exerted himself.

"Mmhm," you giggle, feeling him move your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"Good tears?" he asks you, and you nod and mumble again, grabbing onto him and giggling hard as more gently fall from your eyes. The harshness of your orgasms with him have always made you cry, at least a little, and he's never made you feel embarrassed about that for a second.

Probably because it turns him on so much, but he still hasn't fully admitted that to you.

"You gonna be good for me?" he asks you, and your eyes snap to his as you nod your head. "Good girl, come here," he murmurs, tapping the edge of his bed, pulling you around to position you so the top of your head is at the side edge, your head hanging off slightly as you look up at him backwards. He makes quick work of ripping off his condom, tossing it in the tiny trash can by his desk, and now you can see just how red and flushed he is, beads of precum dripping down the slit on his head.

He looks down at you, the length of his cock dwarfing your upside-down face, and he taps the side of your cheek with it, not wanting to wait another moment. You open your mouth for him again, as he starts to slide in slowly, thrusting gently a few times before moving his way finally into your throat. His hands are on either side of your head, supporting your position, and the look he's giving you is one of pure pride, pure adoration.

"Fuck, baby, this feels so good," he groans as his cock finally hits the back of your throat, and you gag around him, tears continuing to fall from your eyes down the sides of your face. "My pretty girl," he coos, thrusting gently, paying attention to how long it's been since you last took a real breath. The thrusts a few more times, his face and chest turning a slightly shade of pink as he gets closer and closer to reaching his own high.

"Breathe, baby," he says when he pulls out, letting you catch your breath for a moment, wiping the spit away from the sides of your mouth. "Ready?" he asks when you open up again, and you nod. He thrusts in again to the same spot, but this time goes harder, knowing it'll only take a few more thrusts before he's ready to unload.

"My pretty girl is so smart, she just graduated," he says, a deep grunt leaving his throat as he thrusts even deeper. "I'm so proud of you, fuck you're doing so good for me," he groans, and suddenly he's pulling out of your mouth again, stroking himself as his cum paints your face and your chest, your lungs heaving to catch their breath.

"Fuck," Yunho grunts as the last of his orgasm washes over him, as he looks down to see the absolute mess he's made of you, your eyelashes fluttering up at him in a way that almost doesn't look real. "You like that?" he asks, and you wiggle around in happiness, making him laugh. "You like when my cum is all over your face? Naughty," he shakes his head, but his smile is wide as can be, and he reaches over to grab his phone. You know exactly what's happening, he doesn't have to say it. You're excited to look back and see what the picture looks like, excited to see when he'll make you look at it.

"Let me go get a towel, baby," he says, stroking a hand through your hair and leaning down to leave a small peck on your lips, tasting himself there. You shake your head, holding onto him from below. "What?" he asks, and you pull him down again, your tongue in his mouth making him moan. "You still not satisfied?" he pulls back, his breathing ragged again, and you giggle and shake your head, still grabbing hard onto him. It only takes a few more seconds of making out, but miraculously he's hard again, and he can't stop himself from ravaging you again, especially when you give him those big eyes again.

This time it's sweeter, it's unplanned, his mouth is right there on yours and his arms are wrapped around you, but you don't cum any less hard. It's almost too intimate for you, but it feels way too good for you to tell him you've had enough. It's always felt good to just let him have you however he wants to, but it's never been quite like this.

"Fuck, come here," Yunho sighs, wiping the last remnants of himself off you with a damp wash cloth, his sweats hanging off his hips. He climbs into bed and wraps you up, pulling you both underneath his comforter, kissing your cheeks and nose and forehead and holding you to him, not letting you go even as you both fall into a gentle sleep, tangled together.

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Your eyes blink open in the early morning, Yunho’s room still nearly pitch black, your body warm and sticky against his, his breaths still coming out of him soft and shallow.

You’d slept over in his bed once before, and that time you had an early appointment, your alarm set.  He’d had a meeting with his thesis advisor, so you both scrambled to get dressed and ready, and headed out before any kind of romantic morning could be enjoyed.  But today was different.  Sunday morning, and neither of you had anything you needed to rush to.  You adjusted yourself in his arms, causing him to wake for a moment too, but then both of you fell back into a deep slumber, the early hours of the morning passing you by.

When you woke again you felt colder, the air of the room brushing over your exposed chest.  You reached an arm to feel around you, finding the bed empty, Yunho’s side still warm from his body.  You rolled into it, sighing into his pillow, the faint smell of him still there in the fabric of his pillow case.

It was like any other morning, except for the fact that you woke up in Yunho’s bed.  You felt groggy, no doubt having slept past your normal waking hour because of your late night.  You felt slightly sore, but nothing a little stretching couldn’t take care of.  You blinked open your eyes, letting them adjust to the late morning light, the same way you always do.

It was like any other morning, until it wasn’t.

| 10:47am ||Sunday, May 14th|

Mother: Darling, I have some sad news.  Granddad passed away late last night.  Call me when you get the chance.

You were sat up in Yunho’s bed, about to stand up and pull on your shirt, just checking your phone out of habit.

It was the last thing you expected to read.

‘Fuck’ you whispered under your breath, out loud to yourself.  How were you supposed to be reacting?  You’d known for several years now that he had this disease, this disease that would surely kill him within the decade, and no doubt you saw yesterday that it had progressed far.  But still.

Yesterday.

You were there, yesterday.

You’d seen him on his last day, seen him still able to drink water and eat food on his own, still able to carry on some conversation with you.  It didn’t make almost any sense, but still.

How the fuck was he dead?

You slapped your phone face down on Yunho’s side table, sitting down more carefully than you’d ever sat, criss crossing your legs on Yunho’s comforter.  Then you jumped up and made his bed, picking up your strewn about clothes from the floor and putting them on, then hastily grabbed your phone and placed it on the bean bag with your keys and wallet that hadn’t moved an inch from where they’d been placed yesterday.

You walked away slowly, backwards, watching your phone intently.  Like it was a bomb, about to explode.  Like it was a dragon egg, about to hatch.

Like it held every little thing that might tear you apart, or the one thing that might save you.

You sat down on Yunho’s bed, again crossing your legs under you.  And then the tears came, sneaking up out of nowhere, a feeling closer to anger than sadness rippling through you.  

And right then, with a cup of coffee in hand, Yunho opened his door quietly, peering in and seeing the outline of you in his peripheral vision.

“I was just going through my tea bags, I’ve got some Jasmine or some peppermint, and also this weird chai mixture that Mingi got a couple weeks ago-“

“Oh, baby,” he says softly, finally getting a good look at you, setting the coffee down, sitting down next to you in his bed and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him.  You’re so rigid, you’re barely melting into him at all, so he puts one arm under your legs and fully lifts you into his lap, wrapping you into as tight of a ball as he can manage.  He sits himself against the wall, crossing his legs like yours were a second ago, holding you against him in the fetal position and you gently keep crying, tears streaming steadily.

He holds you tight, placing gentle kisses on your forehead, breathing deeply with you.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he ventures, voice gentle as can be.

You let out a small sound, almost a groan but lacking in any strength, as you try to open your mouth and actually form words.  Your breath stutters, as you try to control it, try to get one good breath into the depths of your lungs.

“Grandpa died,” you squeak, breaths shuddering after, as the reality gently starts to seep into your chest.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry baby,” Yunho responds, his heart sinking, his own emotions welling up inside him.  He knows you’ve held him at an arms length for so long, and he’s never truly understood why, just accepting that your excuse of being busy really was the truth.  He’s not sure you’ll let him be here for you now, but he wants to, and he doesn’t know how to say that, especially not when you’re crying in his arms, which has never happened before.

"I wish I wasn't leaving in a week," he sighs, and you turn your head up to him, looking confused.

"Why?" you ask. He'd been so excited for this summer research opportunity, so ecstatic when he'd been accepted. You were genuinely confused to hear those words leave his lips.

"Cause I wish I could be here for you," he sighs, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"But you've been looking forward to it, aren't you excited?" you ask, wiping the tears away with the backs of your hands.

"Baby," he says, cocking his head to the side, looking at you dead on.

"Yunho," you sigh. You weren't sure what he was trying to say, but all you could think about was your grandma, your dad, even your mom.

"Don't you wish I could be here to, you know, be here for you?" His face full of emotion, full of something intense, and it makes feelings roil deep in your gut.

"You have a life to live," you say, shaking your head. "I'll be fine," you sigh, shoving your face into his shoulder again, hoping that it's true.

"I care about you, a lot, you know?" he asks, sighing himself.

"I know, but-" you cut yourself off with a sharp sigh, because you have absolutely no idea how to finish your sentence.

"I care about you. I'm your friend, I wish I was more, you know that, but-"

"Stop." The word squeaks out of you, as you bury yourself into him even more.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, hugging you close, scolding himself for even going there.

"I can't do this right now, I just- I-" you stumble over your words, tears coming again, and this time all you can think about is your granddad, his face yesterday, that slight smile that he made at you as you said goodbye, squeezing his hand.

"I need to call my mom," you sniffle, collecting yourself with a deep sigh. You pull yourself off of him, crawling off his bed, going over to the bean bag to grab your phone. You check your messages again, checking that your mom really sent that message, that you didn't dream it. It felt awful to read it again, everything wavering between feeling real and feeling completely absurd.

"I'm sorry," you say, seeing Yunho's face, his eyes full of worry. "I'm so sorry," you squeak, standing in place, your eyes closing as another wave of tears stream down your cheeks. Yunho jumps up from his bed to come hold you, pulling your head into his chest.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks, his voice soft as ever. His body feels warm against you, his head gently laying on yours.

"I don't know," you whisper, but you do know, you absolutely do, you just can't fathom getting into that conversation now with everything that's happening. "I need to go, I'm sure my mom will want me to come home today," you sigh, looking up at him, stepping back. You find your sweats, pulling them on slowly, not even bothering with putting on your panties that you can't find. Yunho's holding out your shirt to you, and you grab it and put it on too, the room filled with a silence that isn't completely comfortable.

You grab your things, staring at him, not sure what to say.

"You can call me, or text me, anytime. If you want to talk. Even while I'm in Maine. Whenever." His face is serious, his posture straight but still he almost looks deflated.

"Thank you," you say.

"Even if it's 3am, you can call me," he says.

You just nod in response, cause you know what'll happen if you say another word. You're already worried about all the tears you've shed this morning, how everything has changed between you, how vulnerable you've been in front of him. You give him one final hug, walking to his front door yourself, not looking back for a second as you walk away.

Yunho stares at the back of you, as you disappear down the stairs.

The tears come as soon as you're out of view, the feeling of his arms around you still lingering.

And he can hear your sniffles, even if he can't see you.

He's not sure if he's done anything right.

[green-swan]

cigarette or zoot? (pt. 1) | joost klein x f1! driver (fem!reader)

in which london and smoking are synonymous with meeting a cute dutch artist

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when AVROTROS approached her about eurovision, she thought they made a mistake. max was dutch. she wasn't. her lithuanian roots were deeper than any other identity she could've carved for herself. in the end she agreed; going in their cars with max around the city of malmö, visiting a few eurovision parties and most importantly, interact with joost klein (whom she didn't know, mind you) and teach him how to use an F1 simulator. this was going to be a heavy week. thank god it was in a month, right now she had a race to win.

first came the party - london was a welcome destination for the young driver. she thrived under the busy nature of it even in what some would call late, and others early, hours. she couldn't say the same for crowds though, the moving mosh of strangers all too close to each other and trying to show their superiority (the latter was aimed at men to be fair). she did see silvester, and the two had a lengthy conversation that didn't come to a conclusion but rather stayed at "what the fuck, let's make lithuania internationally famous!" she had hoped for a good place in eurovision, if not victory, while silvester (silvestras sounded more like home) had voiced his wish for her to win the upcoming miami grand prix and not only become the first female to do so, but also the first from lithuania. the pressure was on.

unfortunately, she lost silvester after getting a drink, so what really was the point of staying in the now airless room? she grabbed her drink and went to the rooftop that really should've been closed. her short frame slumped against a railing and she lit a cigarette, making it a point to hold it between her thumb and index finger. it was quiet, and london shimmered in different shades of yellow and white. so many people, some praying, some arguing, some alone. it felt peaceful despite the harsh wind that threatened to put out her cigarette.

"cigarette or zoot?" an accented voice sounded out, breaking the howls of wind. she turned around, spotting a man in what would've been a formal outfit had it not been for the pyramid-shaped shoulder pads on his blazer. joost klein, the man she was meant to interact with in front of cameras later that month. "cigarette," she answered, "though they call them something else here," she finished with an unsure smile. "i thought we couldn't bring tobacco in here?" he questioned, with a miscievous undertone in his voice. "they didn't check me, so it's on them," the driver shrugged, "why? you want one?"

"god, yes please!"

she took out another one from her pack, put it in between her glossed lips (joost thought that the gloss suited her) and lit it before giving it to the dutch man. "you know, i once tried eating a cigarette," he started, earning an incredulous look from the shorter girl. "what? did it taste good?" her curiosity was cute, "what do you think?"

"i once nearly swallowed jet fuel," she said with sympathy, "i get it."

joost knew who she was, well vaguely. the only female formula 1 driver and the only lithuanian on the grid. so why did AVROTROS want him to interact with her in addition to her dutch teammate? by that point, the wind had calmed down, an eery silence on brink of errupting had it not been for the music blasting from downstairs. she hummed a few lyrics before he spoke up, startling her heart as if she'd forgotten that he was indeed still there.

"can i take a picture of you right now?"

"why?"

"you're pretty. you look really beautiful in this moment, and i want to capture it."

she thought for a moment. "okay, if you let me take one of you after." he smiled. (he was so going to convince her to be on the cover of his next album)

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note: jumping on the joost klein bandwagon (hehe been a fan for a while! got tickets for his europapa tour so i've been riding on cloud 9). i also love formula 1 and so thought why not combine them?

as the first paragraph indicates there will be (probably short and sweet) chapters and maybe extra ones after if this goes well <3

[kpopflowerfield]

Upgrade | yjw

ღ pairing: ex-bf!jungwon x business worker fem! reader

ღ word count: 4k

ღ genre: angst, smut and fluff ending

ღ rating: nsfw, mdni

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library

ღ warnings: drinking, cussing, unprotected sex (wrap up), choking, dom! jungwon, tit worship, pet names (good girl,baby) oral (m. receiving), a spot of throat fucking, very rough sex

ღ summary: you and jungwon broke up a while ago, so why is he suddenly texting you at 2am?

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Seven months. It's been seven months since you and Jungwon called it quits on your relationship and since you both decided non-contact was the best way to go since you were beyond heartbroken to end your relationship with him, but it wasn't with malice. You just got a new job offer, and he wasn't willing to leave his job and follow you to another country as you pursued your career. You were a numbers person, too; sixty percent do succeed long distance, but you wanted to avoid ending up relying on calls and texts to make it work; you needed skinship and intimacy, and you couldn't do that over a call.

It took you a while to have two feet on solid ground, but it was coming together. Your fancy new place abroad with your big title of account executive. Everything was running smoothly for you. That's why waking up in the middle of the night to a faint buzz from your nightstand left you confused about whether it was part of your dream. "Jungwon?" You mumbled, rubbing your eyes as if you were clearing them from debris and rereading the message.

Yang Jungwon: I don't mean to break the non-contact agreement we came up with, but I wanted to know if there was a way we could meet again. I just want to sit down and talk; I feel like we left on a sour note.

You rolled your eyes and placed your phone back down on your nightstand. You tried to fall back asleep but couldn't. The realization that Jungwon actually texted you out of the blue and asked to meet up kept you tossing and turning all night. You scratched your head as your alarm went off. You sat up and began debating, responding. But the no-contact you agreed on was already broken, so what was the harm?

Y/N: Hey, I'm willing to meet up if we want to have a simple conversation. On Thursday, I'll be in town for a presentation.

Yang Jungwon: Sounds perfect. Just tell me where to meet you.

You sent the address and thought for a moment. You did regret ending the relationship with him some days, but then the days when you worked from seven in the morning until eight at night came, and you didn't regret it. You wouldn't be able to have your relationship through text if you couldn't even pick up your phone to begin with. It wouldn't be fair to either of you to say you were dating when you would rarely get a chance to talk. Accepting his offer of seeing him again did feel right, though. Just being able to see his face again made your heart heat a little.

The three days in between his message and when you were getting on your flight passed by quickly. When you told Jungwon to meet you, part of you started to wonder if he would ghost you and not show. You sat down at the bar, looking around and ordering yourself a cocktail as you waited. "Y/N?" you heard that familiar voice calling your name as you turned and looked at him. The once obsidian-colored hair had changed into a honey blonde, but other than that, there were no changes to Jungwon that you could see. He sat down next to you, a faint smile on his face. "How have you been?" He questioned as you tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I've been good," You nodded and took a sip of your drink. "Not much has changed. I've been traveling a lot. But that's the job," You smiled at him. "What's new with you?" You watched as he took a sip of the drink that he had ordered. "Not much. I'm still at the same job, but I can't complain. The only change I've made in the past seven months was my hair color," He ruffled his hair, trying to think. A silence crept over until you spoke up. "Can I ask you to do something?" You looked at him, a sudden seriousness twisted in your words that were friendly banter before as he nodded softly. "What?" He looked at you, trying not to overthink the change in your tone. You swallowed before you started. "I know there were a lot of lies before I left. Please don't lie to me. Do you hate me for ending it?" You looked over at him.

You never confronted him about the feelings he was hiding from you. You only found out when a few of his friends reached out to you, telling you that he looked lost without you, and it took a lot for him to smile genuinely. You could read the way he couldn't find the words to say; he didn't know that his friends went to you about how he was feeling, nor was he expecting you to remember to ask him months later. "Listen, there's not going to be anything you say that will make me look or feel a different way about you." You wanted to give him the chance to tell you how he felt about what happened, as you never gave him the opportunity before you left. "I did," He nodded, taking another sip. "But, I'm over it now. It makes sense to do what you did. I wasn't willing to move, and your job is too demanding, so keeping a stable relationship would be hard." He looked at you, a soft smile still gracing his lips as you nodded in response. His eyes never left you.

"You're so beautiful," He looked at you, studying every feature. You laughed at him, hearing the way his words subtly slurred. He was on his third Jack and Coke, so it was hard to take his words seriously. "I'm not kidding." His bottom lip stuck out as he pouted at you. "Yeah, yeah," You laughed at him again, finishing up your drink and ordering another. "I just need one more chance with you." He sighed; you stared at him, seeing him spaced out, and you didn't know how to respond. "What do you mean?" You questioned, taking a sip of your drink. "I mean one last chance. I miss you," He sighed. Your cheeks flushed as you listened to him. "I've missed you too," You confessed, your voice small as you said it out loud for the first time.

The last few words left awkwardness lingering over the two of you. Jungwon sighed a bit as he finished the water he switched to. "Well, it's getting late," He checked the time on his watch. "It was nice to see you," He smiled. "Maybe we'll see each other again?" You nodded a bit, feeling him put something under your hand that was resting on the bar. You watched him walk away and towards the elevator. You looked at the card he had slid under your hand, a bit puzzled as you were expecting him to walk out the door to go to his place and enjoy the night with some friends.

Jungwon: I truly meant one more chance, btw. I'm in room 1103

You stared at the message on your phone. You pursed your lips, thinking of what to do. You were drinking, so your judgment was clouded. But god, did he look good, even better than when you left. You put your hand over your face, rubbing your temples. 'Fuck it, it's just one night,' Your thought was loud and clear as you stood up and made your way to the elevator holding Jungwon's room key close.

You knocked on the door lightly and tapped the card, hearing the door unlock. "One more chance, right?" You looked at him so seductively, making his heart skip a beat. He wasn't actually sure if you'd come to the hotel room to see him. He also wasn't expecting to hear that tone of yours anytime soon, but he was delighted to see your face in front of him. "It was so hard not to take you up here on my own," His voice matched that sweet, seductive tone that you had as he backed you up against the door until he heard it click shut.

Your eyes were locked with his as he stared at you like you were going to be his last meal, his eyes darting around, reading your expression and studying every part of your body he was able to. His hand cupped your face as he kissed you. Hungrily biting your lip and pulling at it, you moaned softly. His hand traveled from your cheek to your throat. Your eyes widened with excitement as he put light pressure on your throat. A moan escaped your lips as he let go. "Fuck, Jungwon," You let out softly; it had been a while since you last felt him do that. It still turns you on every time, and by the look in his eyes as he does it, you can tell it still turns him on, too.

He let his hands travel down your sides until they were gripping your hips tightly. His wet, sloppy kisses traveled down your neck, his fingers teasing their way up your sides, sending shivers through your body as he stopped at the collar of your shirt, lightly tugging. "How about we take this off?" He teased as you nodded quickly. He pulled at the shirt, watching the buttons pop open as he pulled it off of your body. He stared at your chest. His eyes turned dark with lust as he saw that black-laced bra that he'd always loved. "You're so gorgeous, fuck baby,"

His hands moved to your back, grabbing the clasp to your bra as he leaned down and kissed you, his tongue playing with your bottom lip as you kissed him back. He tossed your bra somewhere in the room as he grabbed your tits, kneading them gently. Just his touch was enough for you to elicit a moan. The cool air from the AC he had blasting made your nipples harden. Jungwon smirked against your lips as he felt the pebbled flesh under his hands. He pinched your nipples lightly, making you gasp as he kissed down your body, taking your chest in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peaks, and sucking on it lightly, his teeth grazing them, making your breath hitch. Your moans were quiet and breathy as he kissed your breasts. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he played with your pants, unbuttoning them.

You pushed them down, then pulled at the jacket he was wearing. He pushed it off, tossing it in the same direction as your bra. You pulled away from him, getting on your knees in front of him and pulling at the zipper of his pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down with his boxers. His cock was pointing straight towards your mouth, which began to salivate. "Be a good girl and suck it for me," He looked down at you as you stared into his eyes, not wanting to break eye contact with him. Your pussy was throbbing from the idea of having him again. You wrapped your hand around him, getting him as hard as you could before your lips parted, taking him in your mouth. The familiar taste of his salty precum met your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive head as he groaned.

Your head bobbed up and down as you slowly took more of him, letting him hit the back of your throat before you gagged, making saliva run down from the corners of your lips. "Careful baby, don't choke," He stammered, watching your plump lips take all of him that you could. He bit his lip, loving the feeling of your perfect mouth wrapped around him again. "God, I forgot how fucking good you are at this," His grunts covered up the noises of you slobbering all over his cock. His hand traveled to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he started to move your head on his own, using your pretty little mouth like a fuckhole for his pleasure. Tears welled in your eyes as you choked on him, gagging at the aggressiveness of the thrusts he was giving your mouth.

Your hands moved and grabbed his thighs, creating resistance from his thrusts into your mouth as he pulled out. "I forgot how good your mouth felt, baby; I didn't mean to do so much," His voice was gentle as you panted; your lips were swollen and glossy from the saliva that was previously wrapped around his cock. You nodded and looked at him, your eyes locked together. "I think I need you to remind me how good you fuck me," You smiled innocently as he stared hungrily into your doe eyes. "I think you need to get up then," He smirked, putting his hand out for you.

You took it as he carefully picked you up and off the ground. You followed his lead as he had you sit on the bed. He kissed you gently before holding your hips and turning you around. "Just like before, love, arch your back for me," He whispered in your ear from behind, making you shudder as you did as he said. Placing your forearms on the bed carefully and raising your ass in the air. His tip teased your soaking wet slit making your hips jerk backward, just wanting him inside without being teased. You heard a chuckle before your breath hitched, and you felt his cock burying deep inside your body.

Your walls clenched around him as he groaned, feeling your tight cunt adjust to his size. The deep, quick thrust was enough for you to cry out his name. Each thrust inside of you was desperate and hungry. He missed your pussy, and there was no denying it. His strokes never started or ended gently as his hips jackhammered into yours. "F-fuck Jungwon," You sobbed out at the intense pressure he was creating shockwaves go through your body. "Fuck, this pussy is so good," He continued with his erratic thrusts loving the sounds of you crying out for him and the feeling of your walls convulse around him. He grunted as his skin slapped against yours. You were gripped around his twitching cock as your body started to slump. "You gotta stay up for me, baby," He grabbed your hips, holding them up for himself. "It's just s-so much," You whimpered.

"J-jungwon," You stuttered as he smirked. "I love watching you take all of it so deep." He smacked your ass, sending a stinging pain through your body, making you whine out. "I love seeing it buried inside of you," He growled. Each stroke was sending you closer to your edge. "I-I'm so close," You sputtered as his relentless tempo didn't stop. Your walls were contracting against his rock-hard cock. "Cum for me, baby," His order sent shudders through your body as your moans grew louder from the brutal pace. You groaned as he buried his cock in you, making you hit your peak. He pulled out quickly, painting your back with his cum as he panted, pumping out everything he could. Your knees buckled as you collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

You felt him get off the bed and go to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and cleaning his mess off of you. You rolled over and looked at him. His eyes looked a bit heavy from the exhaustion of fucking your brains out. He pulled the covers back and laid down next to you, gesturing for you to cuddle up next to him.

You moved and placed your head on his chest as he looked at you. "One more chance, right?" He looked down at you as you laughed tiredly against his chest. "That's what I've missed about us. The connection we had. Not just sexually but emotionally as well," He played with your hair as you moved your head away from his chest to look at him. "I've missed you, and I really want you back in my life, Y/N; I really never stopped loving you. We've always just made sense together." You held your eyes shut for a moment, taking in what he was saying. "Are you confessing after fucking me?" Your demeanor changed as you moved your body off of his.

"Come on, Y/N, it has nothing to do with us fucking; I wanted to say that since I saw you at that bar, but I didn't want you to run off," He looked at you as he sat up. "No, Jungwon, we might have made sense in the past, but not anymore. We're on two different paths. You're happy here and don't want to leave. I'm happy to have new experiences in different countries and get paid to visit these places. That's why I broke up with you. It just doesn't make sense to torture ourselves with desperation, waiting for the chance to see each other whenever we have the chance."

Jungwon looked at you as you got out of bed. "Please, Y/N, we can make it work. I know it isn't as easy, but I beg you to at least try it with me. I know what you're worth. But if you'll be mine, we can keep the idea of us being long-distance optional." You shook your head at him. "Trust me, it was for the best that we split." You walked over to collect your clothes, which had been thrown off and scattered around the room. "Just keep it in mind, please," He sighed. You looked at him and bit the inside of your cheek. "I'll think about it," He nodded as you got yourself dressed. "Please do," He watched every movement you were making.

You reached into your pant pocket, took out the room key, and placed it on his nightstand. "Here's this, don't want to forget it," You chuckled as he looked at it. "Thanks. Wouldn't want to get a silly charge for a missing key," He stared at it and exhaled. "Well, I'm going to get going," You looked at him, seeing the hair sticking to his forehead, and smiled softly. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night," You walked out and shut the door gently behind you.

You walked to your room and immediately sat down in your bed before pulling out your laptop and tweaking your presentation. You were confident about it but still wanted to make a few adjustments to make everything run smoothly for yourself. When you presented it, it seemed like your mind was elsewhere. Every point you had to make felt like some foreign concept you weren't even familiar with. The idea of doing a presentation like this and being able to text Jungwon right after and going home and being able to call him and hear his voice felt so comforting. Maybe it wasn't the end of the world to try long distance; he was your first love, and even though you denied it, there still is a connection between the two of you that won't fizzle away. Once the meeting was closed, you walked out quickly and pulled out your phone.

Y/N: You've been on my mind all day. Especially what you said, I fear that we'll rekindle and have another breakup, and even though I'm the one who initiated it, I was heartbroken. It took a few months for me to be myself again. It's nothing against you. I just want what's best for both of us. I was scared of the distance, and I thought breaking up was the best thing for me to do to keep both of us from hurting and giving myself a clean slate to work with when I moved. I do still love you. I'm just scared of hurting us again.

Jungwon: Let's meet again at the same hotel and at the same time. We can talk in person instead of sending texts.

You groaned to yourself. It was easier to say the words over messages than in the moment where you had to come up with the words right there on the spot. You wanted to be able to think before every word that you wanted to say to him, but he was better with words in person than over text. It felt silly to try and argue with your side of wanting to send messages. You held your head but then let him know that you were willing to meet him. You paced around your room for a few moments before you walked down to the hotel bar, at the time you agreed to meet, and waited for him. You ordered yourself a drink, deciding to stick to water this time, not wanting to end up in bed with him again before being able to finish your conversation.

"Hey, stranger," He smiled at you cheerfully as he sat down next to you. "Hey," You smiled softly, watching him as he ordered himself a drink. "So you wanted to talk?" You looked at him as he nodded. "What made you text all of that?" He questioned as you took a sip of the water. "You told me to think of it as optional, and I wanted to explain why I'm not sure if I could even consider it an option," You avoided eye contact with him. Not wanting to look him in the eye as you confessed. "Listen, Y/N," He reached to your hand that rested on the bar and held it carefully.

"I'm not rushing anything," His voice was gentle. "I just love you, and I need you to know that. I want to give us another chance. I'm willing to make the move to be with you and have you by my side. I know I don't have to move, but seriously, Y/N, if you'll be mine…" He seemed to trail off as you stared at his hand. "Well, keep it optional," You laughed lightheartedly, repeating what he said just a day before.

You smiled softly, hearing his light giggle. "I'm sorry," he let go of your hand softly. "I really shouldn't have brought you down here to keep begging for a relationship that you don't want." He moved his hand away from you and closer to himself as you quickly grabbed it yourself. You held his hand tightly. "Are you actually willing to move to be with me?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded quickly. "I would do anything to have a chance to be with you again." He looked at you, his eyes filled with admiration. "Y/N," He started.

"Listen, Jungwon, I know I've sounded negative, but I have realized that I missed you, and sitting here with you has been my favorite thing for the past two days. I'm willing to try long distances with you, but I don't want to make you move away for the sake of keeping me. That wasn't fair to you," You cut him off, expressing your thoughts that you were holding onto. He smiled at you, a sparkle in his eyes. "I'm willing to move with you. Wherever you go, I'm coming too." You looked at him, surprised, as he grinned. "Whenever and wherever we end up, I want to be with you. I love you, Y/N," He took your hand and kissed it as you smiled at him. "I love you, Jungwon, but I feel awful making you give up where you're comfortable just to be with me," He quickly shushed you and smiled. "I'm thinking of it as an upgrade in our relationship. Seven months is a lot longer than it seems, and I would say that we both have grown." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I like that idea," a blush crept onto your cheeks as you smiled at him.

[byfulcrums]

Seeing people saying that Satoru doesn't actually care about Suguru and that the only reason Kenjaku caught him was bc he was surprised to see a person he killed alive is fucking wild, man

Like. Gojo's entire life revolves around Geto. The entire series happens because he loved Suguru too much to kill him, even though he knew he would have to do it eventually. The world literally went to shit because he wasn't over him

Geto Suguru's life would be completely unimportant to the story without Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru's would be completely unimportant without Geto Suguru. They complement each other. They need each other

Two male betta fishes can't coexist. They will fight and one will die. They can't see each other — even if they're in different tanks, they won't be able to live. They'd eventually tire each other out, resulting in death. The only way for Satoru and Suguru's lives to be able to continue without the other would've been for them to never have met at all. And they can't be together. Not now, not ever again. Not while they're still alive. Not after everything that's happened

The entire story revolves around their relationship. Yuuji is a boy who ate a curse('s finger[s]), and Megumi is the prodigy who befriends him. Satoru is a prodigy, the strongest, and Suguru, the boy whose technique is eating curses, befriends him. The Jujutsu Kaisen story is all about parallels and they all connect to fucking Satosugu. It's all about them

The only reason Kenjaku's plan worked is because the body he used didn't belong to some random person Gojo killed, it worked because the body he used was Geto Suguru's, Gojo's one and only, his best friend. He must be thinking “Thank god they're gay” right now lmao

Gojo fucking hesitated. He hesitated multiple times when it came to Geto. He was supposed to kill him, yet he let him go. He has the Six Eyes, he could've easily tracked him down. He probably could tell if he was nearby (he can recognize Suguru from his scent) and just didn't go looking for him. And he could've so very easily escaped the trap that was set up for him, he was going to run away from it because we see him about to take that step but then Suguru's body shows up and says “Yo, Satoru!” with Suguru's voice and Satoru freezes and hesitates

They weren't able to let go of each other even after years of being separated (like a decade). When they meet, Suguru still greets Satoru warmly

Suguru is pretty much Satoru's moral code. He was the only person Satoru took at least mildly seriously pre-Toji (and we know Satoru just didn't do serious back then). He actually took his words to heart. He was kind, of course (especially from Suguru's PoV, since he's the person that knows him most), and not a bad person, but he wasn't nice. Suguru was always the ‘nice(r) one’, the one who actually had a moral code, while Satoru was more of an asshole to literally everyone and everything (some more, some less), thinking he and Suguru were above everyone else

When Suguru finally snaps (which, honestly. Fair) and goes genocidal (not so fair), Satoru slowly starts to be somewhat nicer and starts applying Suguru's old moral code to his own being — their roles weren't exactly reversed, but now they're not together anymore, so they might as well be. And Suguru was shown for having faith in the school and its system while it was Satoru the one who absolutely abhorred the higher-ups and all kinds of authority, but then it ended up with Suguru being the one to leave and become a cult leader with the blood of hundreds on his hands while Satoru was the one that stayed behind in the same place of the people he despises so much

(Imagine someone saying something like “Sometimes I doubt you even have a moral code” and Gojo answers with “Oh, my best friend my one and only is pretty much my moral code. He went homicidal a while back but it's okay haha” “...Actually, that explains a few things”)

Gojo doesn't have a god complex, but I wouldn't blame him if he did. I mean, he might as well be the closest thing to god human beings have ever seen. He used to put himself above everyone else, when he was a teenager. He thought that, the higher he was, the more he could do. And no one was better than him. But not Suguru. Back then, it wasn't “I'm the strongest” it was “We're the strongest and “We're the best” and “We're the ones that will beat you” and “We're the duo” and it was all about “us, us, us, us, us” instead of “me, me, me, me” like people thought it was — they were a pair. They still are

We know people thought and still think of Gojo as a weapon. As something that must be controlled, because on the moment he decides he doesn't want to be around them anymore, he could just straight up kill then without any effort (but getting rid of people in positions of power only gets other people in positions of power and it'll be a neverending story, and Gojo knows this so he's trying to do his best to fix it all through the younger generation, by letting them live). And we also know that Suguru is one of the very few people who did not believe that at all

Like their personalities and characters and stories and literally everything, their names complement each other. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are such similar names, I get them mixed up all the time (the amount of times I've called them “Gojo Suguru” and “Geto Satoru” is embarassing. Also, “Saturu”. “Goto”. “Gejo”. Ugh). Both of their last names start with a G, end with an O and have 4 letters. Both of their given names start with an S, end with an U and have 6 letters. They complement each other. They need each other

The only times we've seen Gojo with an expression of actual pure, raw emotion is when it's about Geto. When he finds out about what Geto did, when he realizes how thin and wrong Geto looks, when he sees him again for what we assume to be the first time in years, when he dies, when a thing wearing his corpse and using his voice greets him (“Yo, Satoru!” oh my god)

Suguru was able to fight back when in Kenjaku's control after Satoru said his name. Kenjaku himself says that had never happened before

And you don't even have to see them as romantic. You don't have to ship them if you don't want to. But you can't deny that they care about each other more than they will ever care about anyone else

[selineram3421]

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You're Off-key

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ The Book of Bill SPOILERS HERE! Do NOT read if you don't want any spoils of the book. Other than that, enjoy. -mentions of madness, blood, cryptids, italics= thoughts, ya know..the usual. Oh! And for our old pal Stan, some swear words. ⚠

You missed this.

Being one of the weird kids who loved the supernatural, interested in solving puzzles, uncovering secrets. Of course you ended up watching Gravity Falls.

Never really growing out of it, you'd still watch videos about ghosts or getting a heavy duty flashlight and a pair of brass knuckles for whatever made a noise in your apartment.

Ghost or not, they'd learn not to mess with you!

At some point you got The Book of Bill.

It was so cool! Little funny and silly at times. There was also the triangle's descent into madness. Man those pictures were good.

Also an axolotl?

You don't know but it looked cute.

As you kept reading, the more you wanted to experience everything you didn't get to when you were younger.

So you decided on a road trip!

A road trip to all the places that inspired the creator of the show and the final stop would be Bill's statue!

Best friend in the passenger seat! Sun glasses in the glove boxes! And snacks to last you a while before the next gas station stop!

You even brought a camera!

"Ready for the time of your life?", you asked excitedly.

"In this heat?", your best friend fanned their face with the paper map. "It'll be meh but yeah, I'm ready for the car AC."

You both were in the car, ready to begin the adventure to Oregon, but you were just double checking before it actually began.

"Ok, ok. I'll start the car.", you said and put the key in the ignition, turning it and starting the car.

Immediately putting the AC on high, both of you were ready and you slowly backed out the driveway.

"Let's get that fucking pie!", you said and put on the sun glasses.

It was really bright today.

First you went to the famous diner with the pie. It was a give in, honestly but the pie was really good. Next to the Oregon Vortex. Now that was a really weird shack! Everything was leveled but you were standing slanted a bit. Then you both went to every roadside attraction that you could and got some key chains for souvenirs. It's been really clear weather since you started the road trip, which was a bit of a surprise. It was supposed to sprinkle at some point.

Finally, the last thing on the list arrived.

Playing the song "We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn as you drove to the parking area and both of you were singing along to it before you had to turn off the car.

You brought The Book of Bill for fun.

Deciding to joke around, you bought some spaghetti to go and went to park the car before venturing into the woods where Bill's Statue was.

"Are you seriously gonna try it?", your best friend laughed.

"Why not?", you smiled while putting a water bottle in your pack. "It's ok to be silly. Mabel says so. Trust the silliness!"

"Yeah, ok.", they agreed with a smile. "If we get mauled by a bear, I'm sacrificing you first."

.....

"Fair."

Camera, spaghetti, book of Bill, and water! (Also a flashlight.) You were ready for a photo shoot with the oh so famous Dream Demon!

Looking back to see the sun, you guessed that you had about two hours to find Bill's statue before it got too dark. Your best friend had a map they downloaded off the internet that would lead you straight to it. Of course, with you having some attention issues, you'd get sidetracked by anything you found interesting, hence needing the two hours.

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You were right!

The two hours were needed because you were still trying to solve one of the codes in the book, while also getting distracted by some cool looking bugs around the area.

"Did you try the Caesar cipher?", your friend asked.

"Yeah, but this is new. It's something else.", you sighed. "I should have tried the website before leaving.", you grumbled sadly.

"Hey, it's totally fine!", they said and patted your back a few times. "You'll get to do that when we go back home.", then they pointed towards the right with their thumb. "By the way, Bill statue is next to us, over by those bushes."

"WHAT!?", you screeched and ran over, whispering a few ouches as the branches of the bush scratched your legs.

That's when you saw it.

In all of its odd glory was the Bill statue with its hand out, waiting for a hand shake.

"Eeeeee!", you cheered as you got closer, hearing your friend laugh behind you as you did so. "I gotta give him spaghetti!"

Opening up your bag, you took out the take-out box that held the noodley deliciousness and took a quick forkfull for yourself before putting it in front of the stone triangle.

"I really thought you were joking.", says your friend as they watch you take out the book and camera from your backpack.

"Nope!", you smile, snapping a quick picture of the statue with spaghetti. "Ok, now for the silliest part."

You take out Parmesan cheese and a cheese grater.

"Oh this is fucking hilarious.", your best friend says and takes pictures of you with their phone.

The sun hits the horizon and the sky is slowly darkening, you start grating the cheese and when you think it's enough, you stop.

"Hey, take a pic with me shaking his hand.", you say and get closer to the statue, reaching out to touch it.

"Sure thing jellybean.", they say and lift their phone up. "It's my turn after you."

"Ok!", you say and put a thumbs up as you put your other hand on the statue's.

As you look to where your best friend is, all you can see is darkness.

You call their name in confusion. "Are you there?", you ask. "Turn on the flashlight, its really dark out here."

But you get no response.

And then you hear something odd.

Kinda sounds like someone with a weird sound filter over their laughing.

"Ok, ha ha.", you roll your eyes. "Quit playing the Bill audio and take the picture already."

When you try to get a better hold on the statue, you realize you weren't holding anything at all.

"What?", you say and look at your hand. "Wait.. Why can I see my hand perfectly fine when everything else is-"

"Well, well, well!", says a familiar voice from behind you.

What?

Turning around you see a floating, glowing Dorito chip with a fancy bow tie and a top hat.

Holy shit.

"Here we are at last! I've been waiting an eternity to meet you."

How is this happening? Was one of the snacks you ate expired? Did you eat the wrong brownies!?

"Thanks for reading my best seller kid!", Bill says and twirls his cane into existence in his hand. "And for the handshake.", he blinks. Winks?

"Wait, hold on! I-!", you start.

"See you in Gravity Falls!", the triangle snaps his fingers and suddenly there's a hole beneath your feet that reveals a cartoon animated forest.

"Wha-"

"Don't break your neck on the way down!", the one eyed demon waves.

And you begin to fall.

ZKDW D QLFH VXQQB GDV

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[carlosainzgf]

a dead man

pairing: mcu!peter parker x stark!f!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), peter loving readers tits, making out, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv, praise

peter and you were sneaking into your father's -tony starks- lab just because he told you not to.

"come on, let's go back...it's a bad idea."

peter said, sounding stressed.

"pete, you always back out at literally everything. like what's the worst that could possibly happen" you said as you both stepped into the lab.

when you were both inside the doors you came in closed, the other exits following.

you looked at your friend which was looking scared as ever.

"i may have forgotten about the security thing... we're gonna be trapped in here for a while, pete."

"how long of a while..?"

"like, um, till dad wakes up and unlocks the doors."

he just stared at you. he looked a bit mad but there was nothing he could do so he just sat onto the floor and petted the floor asking for you to sit with him.

you softly sat next to him and put your head on his shoulder.

"im sorry, peter."

"no, it's ok. don't worry."

"since we're gonna be stuck here for a few hours we might as well get comfy cause this is gonna be a long long night." you said as you reached back and undid your bra and took it off.

"what are you doing?!" peter whisper yelled.

"we're gonna be here for hours, pete! and this bra fucking hurts."

you threw the bra on the floor then laid down and placed your head on peter's thigh and closed your eyes, trying to relax a bit.

his cheeks started to redden and his pants tightened when he saw your nipples showing through your white tank top.

you felt his thigh flex under your head and opened your eyes to see peter staring at your tits with wide eyes and a red face.

"what? you've never seen boobs or something" you joked but peter turned his head away avoiding eye contact like he was embarrassed.

"i mean, i- no. not in real life..." he let out with a huff.

you didn't know what to say. it's was ok that he never did anything intimate with someone because you haven't too but you expected him to see boobs.

"well... wanna see mine?" you asked after a long and weird silence.

"wha- really?"

"mhm... i mean if you want to it's not a big deal."

he opened his mouth to answer but then just nodded. his face was redder than ever and he looked like he was holding his breath.

you sat up and got infront of peter. your body was close to his and you could feel heat radiating from him.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up. his mouth fell open and his eyes got wide. he looked like at your tits like they were the 8th miracle of the world.

he slightly raised his hand and asked

"c-can i?"

you just nodded to confirm his want.

both of his hands pressed against you. his cold hands against your warm body made you shiver and your nipples harden a bit more. he lightly squeezed the flesh of meat in his hands making you quietly moan. his touch got more intense and he toyed with both of your nipples between his index and thumb, which increased the volume of your moans.

"pete- fuck!"

"can i kiss you?" he asked, still looking hypnotized.

you answered by just smashing your lips against his.

it was unsteady and messy. your tongues danced together and your teeth clashed. you guys kissed like it was long awaited, like you were both waiting for this moment your whole life. your legs straddled his torso as you sat on his lap.

"i've waited so long for this." he confessed.

"there is nothing to stop you ,us, now."

he connected both of your lips again as he toyed with your shorts. he quietly asked for you to get rid of them which you gladly complied. you were left in just a pair of little panties and when he was fully dressed.

"it's not fair you take of your clothes too."

"oh! right, right, yeah."

he took of his shirt and the view infront of your eyes didn't disappoint. he was surprisingly toned and muscular. you ran your fingers over his abs and happy trial.

his pants followed. you could see his hard on pressed against his boxers which made your mouth water.

"you're just...wow, pete."

he chuckled and thanked you.

his hand found its place on your back and laid you onto the floor. he dipped his head down and wrapped his lips around your nipples and sucked and licked on them making you a whimpering mess. he pulled your panties to the side in the mean time and slipped one finger into your warmth. returning the favor, you caressed him through his boxers.

you both got impatient due to the teasing and got bolder. he was pumping two of his fingers into you and playing with your clit at the same time. and you were stroking his length, boxers long gone, sitting on top of the pile of clothes.

"pete...i need you."

he held you by your waist and pressed his chest against yours. his hand held the base of his thick cock and guided the tip against your opening. you lowered your body down, letting him fill you up inch by inch. when you finally fully sat down on his cock you were both panting.

you held onto his shoulders to support yourself as you started moving up and down. his hands were gripping your waist and helping you move.

he nipped and licked at your breasts at the same time making your knees buckle.

"you're doing so, fucking, good, baby. you feel like heaven...fuuuuck." he let out between moans.

"peter, i can't, i- it's too much!" you cried out.

his hand steadied you, making you stop moving.

"hold onto me, love." he simply said.

he started to move his hips up and down as soon as you wrap your arms around his neck. his pace was brutal and needy. he was gasping at the feeling of your wet pussy. one of his fingers came down on your clit and played with the little bud. your needy, throbbing clit finally getting attention made you scream loudly.

“you look so pretty on my dick, baby.”

he praised.

too lost in the moment you guys didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. even peter, who has super sense, didn’t hear anything due to the pleasure he was receiving.

the door of the lab made a loud sound, making both of your heads turn to look at the door. when peter saw your dad and a few other teammates standing there with wide eyes. he quickly covered up your body with his.

your dad took a deep breath and said

“peter…you’re a dead man.”

[oneforthemunny]

don't go away mad |dom!eddie x brat!reader|

prompt: your built up frustrations mixed with eddie cancelling date night leads to an issue- for the both of you.

contains: language, drinking, reader is a little mean and hateful, brat tamer! eddie, everything they do is pre-consented promise, little bit of angst/fighting, spanking with hand, fingering, hair pulling, mean!dom!eddie, rough mean sex, squirting, a little cum play maybe??? aftercare!!! MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

You huffed, slamming the phone down on the receiver. You know it wasn't fair, that you should've tried to hear him out at least, but you were furious, fuming.

Eddie hated to not be doing something at any and all times. He was hyper, had been since he was a child, and had yet to slow down. Days where the two of you took it slow were rare, and even then, it usually ended with you tied to his bed while he fucked you relentlessly.

Eddie hated to not be doing something at any and all times. He was hyper, had been since he was a child, and had yet to slow down. Days where the two of you took it slow were rare, and even then, it usually ended with you tied to his bed while he fucked you relentlessly.

You had never minded, especially at the beginning of your relationship. Eddie was always taking you places, doing things with you, content to be by your side twenty-four-seven. Now, since you and Eddie had been together a little over two years, it felt like more of a fight for his attention. If you didn't get to him first, he was gone doing a million other things- band practice with Jeff and Gareth, going to this slasher film with Robin, helping Steve with his broken window.

There was always an invitation for you. Eddie wasn't mean, he always wanted you with him still, but sometimes you just wanted him- just him.

You'd had plans to go out, some bar in the next town over was playing a show. A new 90's type grunge, metal that you thought Eddie would enjoy. Plus, it would be just the two of you.

Until he called.

You knew instantly, from the lilt in his voice, soft and careful like he was approaching a roaring beast. He was cancelling.

"Baby, I got a gig at the Hideout." Eddie said softly. "Can't we go another night to see the band? You know how rare it is for us to get the Saturday night slot. Joey isn't even making us pay more, he just needs someone to fill in."

You were clenching the phone receiver, halfway through your hair for the night. Your lips pressed together, fuming. "Sweetheart, please? I'll make it up to you. Don't be mad at me, please?" Eddie's tone was pleading, nearly pitiful. It would've won you over if you weren't so angry.

It was when he said the phrase, "You can come too, if you want." that sent you over the edge.

You slammed your hand down on the coffee table where your phone rested. "Oh no, I don't want to crash your night, Eddie." You snapped, sarcastically.

Eddie sighed. "Babe-"

"No, Eddie. I forgot it's always what you want to fuckin' do." You hissed. "Don't worry about me. I'll figure tonight out on my own."

You slammed the phone before you could hear his response, livid. Your blood was boiling, not only at the cancellation, but so close to when you were supposed to leave. You bristled, thinking for a moment before picking up your phone, dialing your friend's number.

You ignored the busy signal, knowing it was Eddie trying to get through. "Hey," You greeted, as lightly and kind as you could when she answered. "Wanna go out tonight?"

***

You stumbled back into your apartment close to four am. Your dress was slipping off your shoulders, shoes in hand, and hair and makeup messed from the sweat of dancing all night.

You struggled to put your key in the door, swaying and fumbling until you finally turned the lock, practically falling into your entryway. "Whoopsies." You mumbled, drunk and giggly.

You crawled towards the door, shutting it and locking it, before leaning your head against the cool wood, trying to stop your spinning head.

"Are you fuckin' serious?" The voice behind you made you jump, stomach lurching in fear until you turned.

Eddie stood over you, forehead creased and angry, eyes wild and bulged. The light from the hallway illuminated his frizzy curls, finally drying from the sweat of the show.

You giggled, nasally and low. "Well, hello there, stranger." You winked, still leaning against the door. Your head lolled to the side, drunkenly, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy.

Eddie didn't smile back, eyes rolling down your figure and hardening. "You're serious?" He growled. You blinked. "You wore that fuckin' dress out? Without me around?"

You looked down at your outfit, a tight leather dress that was a bit too short and hugged every curve and slope just right. It drove Eddie wild when you wore it, but not tonight.

You shrugged, blowing air out of your lips dramatically. "I was gonna wear it with you around." You slurred, mocking him. "I wore this dress for you, but-but you didn't even show up, Eddie." You pouted at him, brows creasing comically.

Eddie's jaw grit. "Yeah, I had a show, baby, I told you." He snapped. "You coulda came tonight too instead of going and seeing some other band. Or at least called and let me know you went."

You smirked, lazy. "Yeah? Why would I do that, huh?" You snipped, teeth baring. You'd had bourbon, he could tell. Anytime you drank dark liquor, you got a touch too sloppy, too mean.

"Who'd you go with tonight?" Eddie asked, arms crossing. You shrugged dramatically, giggling when he crouched in front of you. "Hey, 'm not kidding' around with you anymore, alright? Who'd you go with?"

You smirked, giggling as you leaned in towards him, your lips practically brushing. "Just my friends." You purred, swaying so your nose bumped into his. "You know I have my own friends, right? I never get to see them 'cause-hic!-'cause I'm always doin' whatever you want. Isn't that right?" You glared at him, challenging even through your starry eyes. "Always what you fuckin' want."

Eddie felt his chest squeeze with guilt, mixing with the anger and the fear he'd felt through the night. He'd played like shit when he didn't see you in the crowd, head swirling with 'what ifs' and horrible scenarios. It only worsened when he left the Hideout, immediately after the set, not even bothering for the usually after set drink with the guys. He'd sped through the backroads of Hawkins towards your apartment, body vibrating. His heart sunk when he got to your apartment and you weren't there. Your car was, but you were nowhere to be found.

"That's not true." Eddie said defensively, your snarl and angry eyes starting to make him fluster.

"Oh?" You challenged. Even on the brink of a blackout you were quick, witty- like a lurking predator about to strike. "When was the last time we did something I wanted? Not with your little friends. When's the last time we had a date? A real date and not just a night where you order food and fuck me, huh?"

Weeks of pent up frustration was spilling out with the help of the countless Old Fashioned's you drank tonight. Eddie felt his chest constrict, trying to steel himself. You were drunk, and apart of him knew you were telling the truth, no matter how harsh the delivery.

"I ask for one night, and you can't give that to me." You snapped. "So I went out, and I had fun on my own. Me and all my friends. Just like old times."

"Hey, that's enough." Eddie snapped, pointing a finger at you. His heart was hammering, hands shaking and itching for his Camels. His head was swimming with the worst possibilities of what you did tonight.

You raised your brows, snickering at him. "Oh, tough guy, huh?" You cackled. "What're you gonna do to me, huh? Spank me and tell me I'm a bad girl." You purred, leaning forward to bite at his lip.

Eddie moved back, hands on your shoulder lightly to keep you in place. He wasn't in the mood, and he'd never play or do anything with you drunk like this. "I think you'd like that too much." Eddie muttered, standing and hoisting you up.

He helped you into your bedroom, laying you on your bed while you giggled, fighting him while he tried to get you changed, wipe your makeup off. Eddie came back from the shower, finding you asleep, on your stomach like he'd left you, out cold. You looked angelic, lips puffed out and snoring, cheeks flushed. It made Eddie's heart ache.

Eddie slid his boxers on, climbing in behind you. He knew you'd be sick in the morning. He ran a hand down your back, watching as you squirmed slightly into his touch, before turning towards the wall. Normally, he'd be clinging to you, spooning you until he was practically covering you to be so close. But not tonight.

***

You woke with a lurch, flinging the duvet and scampering clumsily towards the bathroom. You heaved into the porcelain, eyes swimming with tears and throat burning. Your head spun, pounded, and eyes blinked blearily into the mirror, cupping cool water from the faucet to rinse your mouth out.

You gripped the counter, squinting in the light of the morning- or well, afternoon. Your hair was sticky with sweat and hairspray, but your makeup had been taken off- Eddie had been there.

You had a brief, hazy memory of seeing Eddie last night, but you were too far gone to really register it. You opened your mirror, finding your Tylenol and downing two, desperate to stop the ringing in your head.

You shuffled into the living room, the sound of MTV filling the apartment. Eddie sat on the couch, remote in hand, watching the screen. He looked at you, hesitant. "Mornin'." He muttered. No 'how'd you sleep, baby?' or giggly good morning kisses.

You felt your irritation with him from the night before creep back into your bones. "Morning." You grumbled, shuffling towards the coffee pot.

Eddie watched you like he was studying you. Your little grunts, the way your brows furrowed, your lips pursed and downturned even after you drank from your steaming cup. The way you looked at him. The way you didn't look at him.

You sat in your arm chair by the window, legs curled underneath you, hand massaging your temples. Eddie's heart sank. You always sat next to him. Sometimes right next to him, head on his chest. Other times on the other end, back against the arm of the chair, toes in his lap wiggling and tracing over him.

"Um, you feel ok?" Eddie asked, fingers tapping nervously on the remote.

You looked at him with an unamused glare. "Wonderful." You said, sarcastically, eyes rolling so hard you winced. "When did you come over?" You muttered.

Eddie's jaw tightened. "Last night." He said, eyes looking at the TV and avoiding you. "You didn't answer my calls."

"Didn't want to talk to you." You snapped.

Eddie huffed. "Yeah? How 'bout now?" He asked, eyes flicking to yours. "Wanna talk to me now? Because we need to talk."

You rolled your eyes, again. Eddie ground his jaw. Normally he'd give you a look of warning and you'd straighten up, the lingering threat of what would happen if you didn't between you two. Not now.

"About what?" You sighed, annoyed.

Eddie blinked at you. "You can't just..." He shook his head. "Baby, you can't just ignore me all night and not tell me where you're going or-"

"You knew where I was going." You snapped, venom dripping in your tone. "You're just mad I didn't cancel my plans for you. I don't do that, Eddie. When I say I'm going to do something, I actually do it."

"Oh?" Eddie's eyes shot up in feigned surprise. "Really? Because I remember you saying you would always call me before you went somewhere, so I would know where you were if something happened, right?" Eddie challenged. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, cheeks flaming. "Told me that... what? Almost two years ago?"

Your chest bubbled in anger, setting your coffee mug down so hard you were surprised it didn't shatter. "Like I said," You snarled. "You knew where I was going, when I was going, because you were supposed to go." You bit, watching his face fall slightly. "Before you got a better offer." You added.

Eddie's knee bounced. "Baby, I told you I was sorry-"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes again. "You always say you're sorry, and you'll make it up to me. Guess what, Eddie? Sex isn't always making it up to me. Sometimes I want to go out and just be us."

Eddie sighed. "Why haven't you said anything?" He asked, throwing his hands out.

"Why do I have to?" You shrilled, ignoring the throbbing in your head. "Why do I have to tell you I want to spend time with you?"

"I thought we were spending time together-"

"No, Eddie, God-" You huff, irritated. "All you ever do is hang out with your friends, and I have to tag along."

"What?" Eddie asked, defensively. "You don't like my friends? I thought you liked them!"

You gaped at him, blinking in disbelief. "You're such a fuckin' idiot, sometimes." You snapped, standing and stomping towards your room.

Eddie winced, heart sinking at your words. You were never mean like this, ever. Especially not to him.

"Hey," Eddie called, following you down the hall. You slammed the door in his face, satisfied with the way it rattled the walls. Eddie took a deep breath through his nose, opening the door. "You can't just walk away-"

"The fuck I can't." You hissed.

"Can you just talk to me like a normal person for a second?" Eddie huffed.

"I don't wanna talk to you." You spat, though it came out more petulant and pouty than you meant it to.

"Real mature." Eddie's eyes narrowed. "I'm trying to fix this, babydoll, and you actin' like a child isn't helping it."

"'M not actin' like a child." You muttered, blushing furiously down at your duvet.

You were so overwhelmed, angry, hurt from the night before. You didn't want to talk, especially when Eddie was talking to you like that. Chastising you like a baby, you hated it. You hated how it made you throb even more.

"You're not?" Eddie challenged, stepping closer to you. You shook your head, refusing to look at him. "Really? Because adults don't pout and throw a fit when they don't get their way. They talk and are civil."

"Oh, fuck off." You huffed, pushing his hand that was moving to grab your chin away. "You're such an asshole."

Eddie looked at you, scoffing slightly. "Fine, you know what, I can tell you're not gonna cooperate." He huffed, sitting on the bed beside you. "You don't want to talk like adults? Tell me your feelings without being mean and bratty? Fine." His large hands wrapped over your wrists.

Your eyes widened for a second, pulling back just slightly. "Wait-"

Eddie pulled you in one swift movement, face first over his lap, legs trapping yours. You gasped, your nose brushing with the duvet. "You wanna act like a child? I'll treat you like one." He pushed your t-shirt up, revealing your panties you'd slept in. Cheeky and high cut, pink cotton that had him drooling.

"Eddie, wait-"

You felt his palm crack down on your left cheek, stinging and hard. You yelped, back arching up, and hands pushing against the mattress when the second one hit.

"Don't you dare." Eddie growled, pulling you by your waist back onto his lap. He landed each searing swat onto your wriggling bottom, eyes trained on the way the flesh reddened, jiggling even as you clenched.

"Stop," You cried through grit teeth. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of making you cry so easily. You wiggled against his lap, his legs trapping yours, and you knew if you reached back he'd find something to tie your hands with.

"Eddie, stop!" You huffed, face pinching as the burn on your backside built, hotter and hotter, more uncomfortable. You could feel yourself getting wetter, too, and you hoped he wouldn't see.

Then again, his erection had been building on your tummy since the first spank.

"You ready to talk now, huh?" Eddie snapped, two thundering swats to the curve of your ass making you cry out. "Ready to stop being such a little brat? Stop being so mean?"

"Yes." You whined, hips wiggling when he hit close to your center. Your thighs clenched, cry strangled in your throat. He hit the same spot two more times, tears beginning to leak out of your eyes.

"You've been awfully mean today." Eddie tutted, yanking your panties up to expose your cheeks more. He saw the wet patch in your center. "Mean to me yesterday. And I still took care of you. Didn't I?"

Your lip wobbled, sniffling. Eddie pushed your arch of your back down, making your ass raise. He alternated his hand in quick successions that left you gasping, tears running down you cheeks.

"Ungrateful, little brat. Spoiled brat." Eddie snapped. You cried out, lurching forward, propped on your forearms on the duvet. "So spoiled, aren't you? Just a little spoiled brat."

You sobbed, face falling into your arms, rubbing your nose against them to soothe the burn. Eddie smirked, he got you where he wanted now. Now that you were crying and releasing your emotions in a way that wasn't hurling insults at him.

Eddie resorted to softer and softer smacks while you cried, deep sobs that left you limp across his lap. He stopped when you calmed, your hand lifting to meet his soft smacks against your ass, wiggling your hips so they were directed towards your center.

"Feel better now, don't you baby?" Eddie cooed mockingly. "Now that you've gotten it all out, aw."

You wanted to snap at him, but you were too far gone to care, grinding down onto his zipper for friction.

Eddie tsked, finger hooking around your panties and pulling them to the side. "Now, look at this." He hummed in feigned disappointment. His fingers ran through your sopping folds, little clicks filling the room. "I don't think you learned your lesson, baby."

You sniffled, eyes still watery, but you tilted your head back when he worked through your folds, fingertips barely grazing your clit. "I did..." You said breathlessly, voice high and whiny. "I promise."

"Hm," Eddie hummed, calloused fingers, still rough from playing the night before, sinking into your sopping hole. You moaned, arching in his lap. "I hope so." His hand soothed the hot skin of your abused ass, relishing in the little bruises and handprint marks that were raised.

"Otherwise, I'll have to do this," He smacked your ass hard, sharp, leaving you gasping. "Again."

You whimpered, hips grinding into his hand. Eddie smirked. "But I don't think that'll stop you, will it?" He asked, leaning towards your ear. "Think you like it too much, don't ya?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut at his pace. He could feel you clench, mewls and whines getting louder until you were clamping around him, shaking and gasping.

Eddie didn't give you time to recover, pushing you off his lap. He pulled down his jeans furiously, tossing his shirt over his head. "All fours, now." Eddie barked.

You scrambled in front of him, easing onto your hands and knees on shaky limbs. Eddie slapped your ass hard, reigniting the fire on your skin. "Ass up, baby, you know how I like it."

You dropped, presenting yourself to him the way he liked, back curving and arching in just the right way that made him crazy.

Eddie didn't warn you, pushing himself in all at once. You gasped, clawing the sheets at the stretch. Eddie didn't't give you time to adjust, pulling out and slamming into you, making you gasp, lurching forward into the sheets.

Eddie fucked you with an animalistic vigor, hands gripping your waist so hard you knew he'd leave bruises. Your breath was caught in your throat, every harsh stroke of him inside you was painfully pleasurable. He was abusing your g-spot, the squelches from your pussy mixed with the smacking of his balls against you filled the room.

"This all you needed, huh, brat?" Eddie grit, teeth ground as he drilled into you at the same punishing pace. "Needed me to- ah shit- fuck you to get you to be a good girl?"

You groaned, breathlessly and stuttering, eyes rolling back and legs shaking. You felt the pressure build deep in your belly, so close from your first orgasm.

Eddie thrusted in particularly hard, upwards in an angle that had you crying out, gripping the sheets. If he wouldn't have been holding you, you were sure you would've fallen over, legs wobbly and weak.

"You gonna cum?" Eddie asked, wrapping his hand around your hair. You moaned out in response. Eddie yanked your hair up, pulling you so you were flat against his chest, arm wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. "I asked you a question."

"Please, 'm gonna- oh!- 'm gonna cum..." You rambled, eyes rolling back as you teetered closer and closer.

Eddie snaked his hand down, thumb pressing into your throbbing clit. You cried out, legs shaking and giving out as you clenched around him, leaving a puddle underneath you.

Eddie sucked a deep breath in, jagged and controlled as you came down, letting you go so you fell into the soaked sheets. He put a hand on your back, other fisting himself furiously. "Stay right there," He groaned, head rolling back. "Fuck, gonna paint your little ass with my load. Fuck."

Hot spurts fell onto your abused ass, long ropes of cum landing on the two globes, even some shooting onto your lower back. Eddie groaned, muttering non-sense to himself while he released, toes curling and skin slapping with pleasure.

You could feel his labored breathing behind you, still trying to catch your own breath, thighs trebling and shaking. Eddie's chest heaved, reaching over to smear his cum into your reddened ass, delivering a final slap that had you yelping when he connected with the sensitive skin.

You could feel the wetness of the sheets under you, but you couldn't move, too far gone to care. Eddie ran a hand down your back, your hair, comforting even after such a rough scene. You heard him pad away to the bathroom, your face half in the duvet, mind a million miles away.

You weren't sure how long Eddie was gone before he returned, pulling you up gently, walking against him towards the bathroom, one hand protectively on your hip, the other rubbing your shoulder lightly.

He got into the bath first, helping you in after him. You hisses when the warm water touched your flaming ass, Eddie whispering apologies when you sank down in front of him. He pulled you into his chest, gently rubbing your muscles until you were more aware, eyes less glazed and distant.

"Hi, pretty baby," Eddie muttered into your sweat soaked hair, feeling you melt into his touch.

"Hi," You croaked, eyes closing when you nuzzled back into him, head on his shoulder.

He tilted your chin so you'd look back at him, wet hands stroking your cheek. Then he kissed you, long and deep and loving. The kind of kiss that left you feeling gooey and warm, heart spilling over.

"You feelin' ok?" Eddie asked, stroking a hand down your arm. "I didn't... I didn't go to hard did I?"

You shook your head. "No, baby, I promise." You muttered, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck. There was a moment, a pause that passed between the two of you. Guilt from this morning and last night flooded back into your chest. "'M really sorry." You muttered, eyes rounding when you looked up at him.

Eddie looked down at you. "For what?" He pressed.

You pouted slightly, nervously trailing your hands down his inked chest, tracing the tattoo on his pec with your finger. "For... For throwin' a fit last night and today." You admitted. "For being mean and-and not telling you how I felt."

Eddie's arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the tiny bath tub. "I just was worried about you, baby." Eddie admitted. "I don't want you to feel like I don't care about you or I don't want to spend time with you. I would be with you all the time if I could." He pressed his nose to yours, a small giggle falling from your lips.

You stayed close to him, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, hearing his heart beat in your ear, his hands on your waist. "Next time, just tell me, baby." Eddie said. "Tell me if you just want it to be us." He paused. "And I am sorry for cancelling on you. I-I should've-"

"Eddie, you couldn't turn that down. That was a big deal." You said softly. "I was just... I was frustrated and upset." You sighed. "I went with Nadia and Jordie anyways last night. They took care of me, but I should've let you know. I'm really sorry."

Eddie pressed a kiss into you, wet hand cupping the back of your head, you could feel water droplets falling down your back. "We're good, sweet girl, we're alright." Eddie said, and you felt yourself melt against him. "We'll do both better. I know we will."

You smiled, pressing soft, sweet kisses into his neck, nuzzling into his flushed skin. "And I'm gonna take you out tomorrow." Eddie muttered into your hair. "A real date. Me and you."

You hummed. "That'd be nice."

"Not just ordering food and fucking." Eddie smirked, looking down at you.

You cringed slightly, laughing against him. "I mean, I just said that in the moment." You grinned. "I would still like to go out, but... we should definitely fuck afterwards. I won't be opposed to that. If you wine and dine me properly beforehand. That's the only way I'll give it up." You teased with a little wink.

Eddie blushed, twisting his lips dramatically. "Hm, so I'll take you to the arcade and get you pizza there, and you'll let me fuck you in the van?" He said playfully. You laughed, vibrating against his chest making him grin. "Sounds like a date."

[clockwayswrites]

The Fic I'm Still Not Writing (2)

Part 1 that I totally didn't write.

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“Boss.”

Jason looked up from the report he was going over to see two of his people standing in the the doorway to his office. They shifted nervously and he prepared himself for bad news. While he didn’t exactly aim for a friendly demeanor (that’s what being around as Jason was for), he did attempt to make it clear his people could talk to him. If shit was going to go down then he wanted to know so that he could get on top of it.

Like now.

Fuck.

Things had been looking so good, too. The new shelter would be up and running next week. The supplemented housing for single parents and their kids was doing well— Jason had been by as, well, Jason early that day to make sure everything was on the up and up— and there had been no new shit heads trying to sell drugs on his street corners. He should have expected for it to go wrong.

He tucked the reports away and leaned back in his chair before motioning the two in. Ralph and Marco, Jason thought, placing the two as they came to sit across from him. Ralph mostly helped manage the gym and train new people not to get killed— an ex boxer and coach from when times were better. Marco had just recently risen to lieutenant.

Jason had no clue what trouble the two of them would be bringing him together. Maybe someone did something stupid and needed more training.

It seemed they didn’t know where to start either and kept trading each other uneasy looks. Jason shifted, just slightly, in the way he knew made his chair creek ominously and watched both his men start.

“So, um, us goons have been doing some reading,” Ralph finally started. Jason wasn’t much fond of the term ‘goons’ himself, but for some reason his people had embraced it.

“Reading.” Jason replied, keeping his voice carefully monotone. Where was this going?

“Right, reading,” Marco picked up. “Found some ourselves and then Yasmine called us idiots and suggested some other stuff, but well, we’ve been doing reading. And we didn’t know if you had been.”

What.

“So, we, erm, well we just thought maybe we’d pass along the important bits?” Ralph said, wringing his hat in his hands so hard Jason thought he’d tear the seems apart. “See, when ya enter into a polyamorous relationship with a new partner, it’s important to make them feel included.”

What.

“Yeah,” Marco said with an enthusiastic nod. “And we get that you and Jason already have a rhythm and everything, but Danny seems like a really sweet kid—”

“Little feral.”

“Ralph’s right, little feral, but sos you, Boss— no offense. But he seems sweet. So we don’t want to see him be hurt none just ‘cause you aren’t making room for him.”

“What.” Seriously, what?

“Yeah. Sos like, in our reading—”

Holy fucking shit. His goons did reading about polygamy for him. Because Danny had asked him to share himself. What the fucking fuck.

“—it was important that you make sure that Danny feels like he has space in your space too.”

“Yeah,” Ralph agreed and then pulled an honest to God printout from his back pocket that he smoothed out on the corner of Red Hood’s desk before sliding it over. “Small things, see? Like making sure his favorite snacks are in your apartment. Or stocking up the bath products Danny uses. Don’t just make him use what you or Jason uses.”

“He uses a 5in1 bar of soap, I’m not encouraging that behavior,” Jason growled. (Why the fuck did he say that? He only knew that as Jason.)

It made his men pause for a moment before Marco gave a little nod. “Fair enough, deserves better and all. Buy him something special to use then.”

“What’s wrong with 5in1?” Ralph asked.

“Shut up Ralph, I’ll send you some reading,” Marco replied. “Point is Boss, You have to show Danny he's just as important. We just want this to work out for you, Boss.”

“Right.”

Ralph nodded. “We see how you two look at each other is all. And how Jason looks at him. We aren’t blind, Boss.”

“Right.”

“Um, right,” Marco repeated. He stood up and slapped at Ralph’s arm till Ralph did the same. He did reach out and scoot the printouts a little closer though. “Just, we’re here for you Boss.”

Jason gave a nod of his helmet before watching them scurry out of his office.

He picked up printouts. They did research for him. His little pack of supposedly hardened criminals (fuck the fact they were more and more becoming humanitarian aid) had read up on queer relationships for him.

Shaking his head Jason set the print outs aside and tried to get back to the reports he’d been reading before whatever the fuck that just happened happened.

The third time he glanced over at the printouts he gave up, folded him up into his back pocket, and stormed out of his office. He headed for Jenny’s, the 24/7 dinner that had survived in Crime Alley for nearly 70 years through sheer determination and having good enough food and coffee that no one dared fuck with it. (Didn’t hurt that Jenny kept shotguns under the counter and was a mean shot.)

The bell clattered at his entrance as he barged in and headed to the booth in the back corner. Bright blue eyes glanced up from the pile of textbooks and notes and Danny had the nerve to smirk at him.

Jason slammed his hands down onto the table, the coffee mug rattling from the force of it. Danny calmly picked it up and cradled it to his chest.

“Want to explain to me why the fuck I just sat through two of my people trying to explain some of the finer points of polygamy to me?”

Danny choked on a sip of his coffee. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh Ancients, they—” Danny cut himself off with a snort that soon devolved into full on laughter. Jason gave up looming and took a seat as he waited the laughter out. Finally Danny recovered enough to ask, “Are they trying to talk you into it or out of it?”

“They think I’m already in it.”

It took effort not to stiffen as one of Danny’s feet brushed up against his calf. He was smirking in that way that Jason was coming to both love and hate— and that only seemed to come out around Red Hood. “You could be, if you’d give me an answer.”

“You asked to share Jason.”

Danny gave a little shrug. The motion caused the oversized sweater that Jason was just realizing was his to slip down Danny’s bare shoulder on the one side. “I figured you came as part of that deal.”

“What has Jason said about it?” He asked, as if he didn’t very well know.

“Nothing, I haven’t asked. I’m not a home wrecker. I’m not going to tempt a man to cheat if you’re not into the idea.”

Jason crossed his arms.

Danny watched him back from under his dark lashes.

This was insane.

“You know I won’t take off my helmet.”

What the fuck was he doing?

“Never said I need you to. I’m more creative than that, Boss.”

Fuck.

Danny's smirk widened.

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Fiends, the lot of you. I'm still claiming I'm not writing this shut up. We're blaming the poll, alright?

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Edit: master post of parts I didn't write. Nope.

[storywriter007]

You Came Back - Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n tells jason grace something she thought she'd never ever say

warnings: cursing, emotional turmoil, heartbreak, mention of sex

genre: heartbreak/angst

word count: 826

-> heroes of olympus masterlist

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y/n heard someone shuffle through the door of the principia. they tried sneaking in, quietly, but it was a failed attempt.

"you missed it." she said, not even turning around, and continuing to organize papers. "it's over."

"y/n," he sighed. "i'm sorry, i'm so, so, sorry. i was at camp half-blood, and i lost track of time-"

"don't apologize to me." she said calmly. "apologize to the kids. they were upset when you didn't show up."

fifteen little kids, all between the ages of six and ten, wondering why their hero hadn't shown up to spend the day with them. fifteen little kids asking y/n, "where's jason?" with disappointment in their eyes.

"maybe, i can talk to them tomorrow? or maybe, thursday?" he suggested.

"tomorrow, we have a senate meeting. thursday, we've got paperwork due. the next date you can take the kids around new rome is in around two months." she said. "when did i become the organized one, grace?"

"i know, i know. i fucked up. i was with piper, and i completely forgot i had to be here. i came here as fast as i could."

of course he'd been at the other camp, with his other friends, with his other girl.

"they were so hurt, jason." she said, feeling upset on behalf of all the younger children. "they were so excited to finally have a one-on-one with their hero. just for me to tell them that you got caught up in some last-minute, saving-the-world shit. and still, they left with their feet dragging and their heads down." she said, finally turning to meet his blue eyes.

he looked ashamed. he should be.

"thank you, for protecting my reputation." he said. "but you didn't have to lie for me."

"what was i going to say? i knew where you were, you're always there. 'sorry kids, jason's at his other camp right now, he probably forgot.' or should i have gone with 'don't worry kids, he probably lost track of time because he's with another girl right now. he'll be back when he's done.'" she said, sarcastically. "c'mon."

she was extra pissy with him today. usually, it would just be, "it's alright, don't do it again" even though it always happened again. but today was different.

the principia door opened, and a group of young children stood at the door frame. there were four of them, two boys and two girls. y/n knew them, since she'd taught all of them.

"what're you kids doing out of bed?" y/n smiled, her voice softening.

"hey, jason's back!" one of the kids pointed out.

"yes, yes he is. but why are you bunch out of bed?" she laughed.

they shuffled forward, and gave her a cupcake.

"happy birthday y/n!" they said in unison.

jason's face fell to the floor.

"aw, thank you guys." she smiled, giving the kids a big hug. "real sweethearts, aren't you guys?"

after a few minutes of further talking, y/n walked the kids back to their cabins, and returned to the principia.

"oh my god. y/n, i'm so sorry-" jason started once again.

she chuckled. "y'know, in the ten years i've know you, and in eight and a half you were my best friend, i never thought you'd be one to forget."

"i'm so sorry. i can't believe i forgot-"

"i can." she said. "you seem to forget just about everything relating to this camp."

"that's not fair. that's not fair, i didn't want to forget." he said.

"i'm not talking about your amnesia. i'm talking about now. i'm talking about the missed senate meetings, and missed deadlines, and missed expectations." she said. "you've forgotten everything about this place and everyone in it. it's been this way since you came back. and you say sorry, but you don't change."

"camp half-blood is my home just as much as camp jupiter is." he defended.

"i waited a long time for you, grace." she started. "i waited for eight months. i waited for you while everyone else thought you were gone. i thought you were dead, but i still waited."

"i came back."

"you did." she agreed, feeling her voice break. "but, sometimes, i really wish you didn't."

they were standing face to face, but her gaze was to the side, while he looked at her.

"because i would rather spend the rest of my life wondering what happened to you than you coming back and not recognizing my face." a tear fell from her cheek.

"i would rather have lost you forever than knowing a ghost of you." she paused. "i would have rather lived in misery than grief ."

"you came back. you sure as hell did." she smiled. "but your body came back, not your character." her voice broke.

she could see the hurt in his eyes. they were both grieving.

jason grieved over what he had done.

y/n grieved over who she had known.

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there is not enough jason grace content on tumblr

[chaussetteblanche]

I had this idea in my head for a while; With Kit Connor x gf reader, where she comforts him when he was pressured to come out

thank you <3

pairing : kit connor x reader summary : you are by kit's side as he deals with being forced to come out word count : 900 words warnings : swearing

note : the fact that some so-called "fans" watched the show and had the nerve of accusing him of queer-baiting and pressured into coming out when he was only eighteen is just disgusting to me, check yourselves y'all

You'd been dating Connor for a while. Being an actor, you'd met at some party he had attended with the Heartstopper cast. You'd met Yasmin first, and had immediately hit it off. She was unbelievably funny and down-to-earth. She had introduced you to the rest of the cast, and, naturally, you'd been drawn to Kit. You had exchanged numbers through shy smiles and shaky hands, the rest was history.

Dating someone in the acting world was both a blessing and a curse. As an actor, Kit understood and could relate to your struggles with roles, management, fame, social media... just the industry in general. You bonded over similar experiences as bisexuals who could pass as straight and who didn't always bother with labels or clarifying their sexualities. But as an actor, he was also often on the move, filming thousands of kilometres away from you or in a different time zone altogether.

But even with all this, being with Kit was easy. You both clicked, you just worked. You communicated your feelings and needs and even though you'd had your fair share of arguments, you loved him more than anything. He made you and your life so much better.

So you can imagine that when people he started being accused of queer-baiting and being pressured by people who missed the meaning of the show entirely to come out, you didn't take it well. You loved Kit with all your heart and would tear the world to pieces just for him.

"I just can't believe these people! How dare they? How can they just- sit there and demand this of you!" you'd ranted one night. "You're eighteen for Pete's sake! You don't owe them or anyone anything! Fucking cunts, it's just ridiculous that they think so!" Kit watched you from where he was sitting on the couch, running a hand over his face. You sigh, licking your lips as you trudged over to him. "I'm sorry," you speak softly, standing in between his legs. He looks up at you, shaking his head. "You've got nothin' for apologize for, luv," "But I shouldn't go off like this, it's not fair to you, this negative energy..."

He pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. Your hand immediately goes to his hair, gently scratching his scalp as the other wounds itself around his shoulders. "I would make them vanish off the face of the Earth if I could, I swear, I-" "You did all you could, my love, it's already more than enough." He meant the countless posts you'd made concerning his situation as well as other actors', speaking up on the issue in many interviews... He was right, you'd done everything in your power. But it still wasn't enough. And it was killing you.

"But it's not, though. They just won't stop! Where is their bloody decency? And you don't deserve this, any of this. It's so unfair." "I know," He lifted his head up to look at you. Your hand cupped his jaw before you kissed him deeply. "I can take it," he assured against your lips. You pulled away, frowning. "But you shouldn't have to. It's so unfair. I wish we could just shut them all up, tell them to fuck off." "But you've done that already, haven't you?" he chuckled. "Yes, but clearly the message didn't get through." He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "Stop worrying about me. I'll take care of it." "What will you do?" "I don't know yet, but I'll figure it out."You'd seen the tweet before you'd seen him. He was supposed to come over to your place for Halloween, you were planning on attending a party together, dressed as Shaggy and Velma. You were halfway through getting ready. You had your outfit on and were just getting started on your makeup when your phone started blowing up. Confused, you picked it up, seeing Kit's tweet everywhere. You slapped a hand over your mouth, scrolling down Twitter. Even though you were furious at the people who had brought him to this, you couldn't help but feel proud of him for taking control of the situation and coming out on "his own terms", if they could be qualified as such.

Your doorbell rings and you all but run to open the door. Outside stands Kit, looking absolutely beaten. You bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing. "I just saw," you breathe. He walks in and pulls you into a big hug, sighing shakily into your hair. You rub his back. "Oh, baby," you coo, "I'm so sorry, you don't deserve any of this,"

You usher him to your couch, closing the door and start making some tea. You set both your cups down on the coffee table, sitting down next to him. You take his hands in yours, caressing his knuckles. "How do you feel?" "I- I'm just disappointed, I guess. I thought people, especially after watching the show, would be more understanding, empathetic... just- more human, I guess." "Yeah, people are disappointing." "But I wanted to be the one to say you, you know? I didn't want that taken away from me, I didn't want to be outed." "And you were totally right, you took control of the situation and I'm so proud of you. You changed the narrative." He gave you a small smile.

Kit laid his face in your lap, hugging your thighs. "It still sucks, though," he spoke, voice muffled. You nodded, running a comforting hand up and down his back. "Yeah, it sucks. Do you wanna stay here tonight and watch some scary movies?" "Yes, please."

[beejunos]

SINNERMAN | Alastor x f.reader | part 1.

Summary: After Sir Pentious's failed attempt at spying on the hotel, the Vees approach you to make a new deal—a deal that you can't refuse. Help them take down Alastor, and you will get to kill him again.

After all, the great butcher of New Orleans had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. And you would love to do it again.

Tags: Alastor x f!reader, slow burn, obsessive behaviour, enemies to lovers, spying, murder

PART 1. | AO3 | PART 2.

Chapter 1. The Deal

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell was not just a place where souls who had done horrific things with pleasure went, but also with people who had done appalling things out of necessity. Murderers, thieves, abusers and, growing more in numbers every year, politicians - hell was not a place for the weak-minded, but sometimes a human could be pushed into such acts, not because they themselves were more inclined to such behaviour, but because circumstance could turn anyone into a bloodthirsty killer.

You were one of those people.

Condemned to Hell for an eternity for a crime that you still believed to be justifiable. After all, the great butcher of New Orleans killed your brother, so it was only fair that you killed him in return.

"I told you it was a bad idea to pick that idiot to spy on the hotel. Did you honestly think it would work?" said Velvet without looking up from her phone. She was typing something with rapid-fire as she blew a bubble with her pink gum. It made a big popping sound that seemed to echo in the living room, making Vox clench his fist so as not to destroy the desk again. They had just replaced the last desk after he had dug his claws into it and left deep and long marks in the wood, and he did not feel like getting yelled at again for ruining the decor.

Vox counted to ten slowly backwards before he turned around from the monitors to look at the short woman. She was sitting curled up on the sofa before him, dressed in luxurious loungewear with hearts all over it. Valentino was sitting stretched out right beside her, his arm casually on the backrest. He was on his phone as well and did not look up when Vox came closer, but Vox could see that he was also irritated by Velvet's comment from the slight twitching of his right eye.

"Well, Velvet, my dear," Vox said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I don't remember you having a better idea, but please, if you do, share it with the group."

Vox stopped walking as he reached the sofa, hands behind his back, and leaned down in front of the female sinner to force her to look at him. He had never been good with others ignoring him, and Velvet was taking her sweet time finishing her text before she even looked up from her phone. When she met his eyes, electricity was firing between his antennas, filling the air with static noise.

She just sighed before she picked up her phone again and started typing.

"You picked an idiot; that's why your plan didn't work. Little Miss Sunshine will believe anyone; just pick a smarter spy next time," said Velvet in her heavy British accent, popping another bubble with her gum. Vox's irritation grew with every word she uttered, and for a moment, he entertained the thought of grabbing her phone and throwing it out the window.

"And who do you suggest we'll ask?"

It took Velvet a few more seconds of searching before she found a decent photo, and then she turned her phone and showed Vox who she had in mind. The photo was old and blurry, with its subject in the distance, but it was still possible to distinguish who was in the picture. Vox turned his piercing gaze from Velvet down to her phone and quickly stepped back.

"You can't be serious!"

"Who?" said Valentino, now interested, as Vox started to pace the room. Velvet turned her phone towards the moth demon, and he reared back in alarm. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you even know how expensive she is?"

"So what? If you want the job done well, then pay a fucking professional," stated Velvet as if it was apparent.

"Professional? She runs a PR firm! Glorified party whores. Why the fuck should she be the spy?" cried Valentino, throwing his arms in the air. The gesture would have made anyone in his studio flinch, waiting for an impact, but Velvet sat rooted in her seat. She was used to the man's physical displays of anger by now but never feared them since he would never dare lay a hand on her. She lifted one of her eyebrows and continued with her argument:

"Didn't you see the fucking joke of an interview the princess did on the news? The hotel has a serious marketing problem. Everyone thinks it's a joke! What if the princess had someone to help her with the marketing and networking? Someone she would trust wholeheartedly, and that person worked secretly for us? It would be the best fucking spy! Not a guest but a staff member who could manipulate everything from the inside. We would know everything. A staff member would also be with the princess all the time and could keep an eye out for Alastor to make sure that no deal is made!"

Valentino groaned loudly before throwing his phone on the coffee table. He knew that Velvet's argument was good; he just did not like how expensive it would become if they went with it. There was a reason only the top of the elite of hell hired this PR firm, and it wasn't just for the public relations part. Rumours were travelling around the underground networks that you also dealt with some shady businesses, but who weren’t in this town?

"Can't we just kill them ourselves? I still want to shoot someone," mumbled Valentino, knowing none of his partners would accept the idea.

"And what? Piss of Lucifer for attacking his daughter? We could just piss on our own graves instead! If we pay her, we know she will get the job done; after all, you've heard the rumours, right?"

"What rumours?" snarled Valentino, sinking deeper into the sofa. His night was now officially ruined.

"No one hates Alastor more than she does."

"Well, that's not new! Half the city hates the old-timey prick." Vox, who had been pacing back and forth deep in his thoughts, abruptly stopped and turned around to look at Velvet. He also highly doubted anyone could hate the radio demon more than he did, but that was beside the point.

"So, let's use that to our advantage," said Velvet, growing more frustrated by the minute, "She is bound to at least be interested in the job if we can convince her to take down Alastor with us."

It wasn't a dumb idea, which annoyed Vox the most. However, his desire to take down Alastor outweighed any concerns for costs. He was prepared to cut his own leg off with a rusty saw if it meant he could take down the demon that plagued his very existence.

Vox sighed and crossed his arms in front of him, effectively giving up on arguing against Velvet.

"Okay, how do we contact her?"

On the opposite side of the entertainment district, where the Vees residence was located, was a small part of the pride ring where the older architecture still stood. The sinners who lived there were usually the ones who had stayed in hell the longest, many of whom had lived during the 18th and 19th centuries. There were fewer flashing lights and billboards in this part of town, but that did not mean that the sinners who lived there were anti-technology—for the most part.

That was why you liked living in this part of Pride, being from the early 20th century yourself. There were no loud noises, and during the night, you would, on more occasions than not, get a good night's sleep. Compared to the entertainment district, where no one seemed to sleep ever.

Your PR firm was located on the top floor of an old Gothic Revival building in the centre of this district. With its intricate stone details and towering spires, the building could feel almost cluttered and overwhelming on the outside. However, the rooms were spacious and elegant, with large stained-glass windows that cast colourful lights throughout the building.

You loved your office building and its moody exterior and interior. It made you feel like a character in one of the gothic novels that you had only learned to appreciate after your death. You could also argue that the whole thing had been influenced by the fact that when you had died and woken up in hell, your soul had taken the form of a bat. Reminding you of the book Dracula that your mother had loved so much, but that was irrelevant.

Walking around dusty old stone buildings, surrounding yourself with heavy wooden furniture and thick dark fabrics worked much better with the wings, big pointy ears, claws, and razor-sharp teeth you had now.

You had tried in the beginning to surround yourself with things that reminded you of the time you had been alive, but as time ticked on and the years went by, you could not help but leave most of the 20s and 30s behind and welcome the new ages, and all their inventions and quirks, with somewhat open arms. Your youngest assistant, a young sinner named Claudine, who died at the age of 25 in 2015, talked a lot about how similar social media in hell was to when she was alive, but considering the things she liked to show you, social media was one of the inventions you did not have any interests in. Your people could handle it for you instead, and if the three overlords that had strolled into your office like they owned the building were running the biggest tech and social media company in pride, you would happily leave that responsibility to Claudine.

Vox, Velvet, and Valentino were indeed a sight to behold. A poor sight for you. Their fashion and colourful clothing clashed horribly with your moss-green couch.

It was always a satisfying experience to observe new customers arrive at your office. However, this time, you could not help but wish they would just leave.

You put down the silver tray you held, with all the teacups and the teapot, on your mahogany coffee table and sat in the armchair on the opposite side of the sofa. Slowly, you started to pour the tea from the pot into the small and thin teacups before handing the first to Velvet. 

"Suger?" you asked, opening the lid to the sugar bowl. 

"Yes, please," she said, putting two sugar cubes in her tea. The smaller sinner grabbed one of the tiny spoons before she started to stir her tea, making the spoon hit the side of the teacup. The clinking sound seemed to bounce around the room endlessly. She may not have the most refined manners, according to you, but you suspected that she was the one who had wanted to see you in the first place since she was the one who was behaving the best.

"I must say, I was quite surprised when my assistant said that the Vees were waiting in my office." You took one sip of your tea that had one sugar cube and a dash of milk in it. "It is not often that I get these types of unplanned visits unless someone is in dire need of their reputation being saved, and last time I checked, you three had your own PR team." 

"We are here because we are interested in your more niche skill sets." 

Now, that was far more interesting. You had a sense that the Vees were not here for what your company offered on the outside but more for what you could provide that was strictly off the records. 

You looked over at Vox, who had spoken. Waiting for him to continue. 

It did not take the sinner long to tell you their plan and why they had decided to contact you specifically. Hell was filled with sinners and demons who said they specialised in espionage or assassinations, and although they could get the job done, more often than not, these "professionals" would leave long traces of evidence behind, which didn't matter in the end since hell did not have any justice system to speak of, but if you wanted to be undetected, it wasn't the best solution. However, you took your job seriously and worked with the utmost discretion, which led to you now holding almost the same amount of power as any overlord in pride. The big difference between you and the other overlords was that your capabilities were mostly unknown, and that's how you wanted it. It made it easier for you to work in the shadows. To hunt and kill without anyone knowing they were being hunted.

Only two overlords, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial, knew of your strengths and often hired you to deal with others they did not have time for or wanted to make time for. Yet, if the Vees knew about this side of your work, that meant the information about your skill sets was being spread around a bit more frequently than you wanted it. But that didn't worry you too much since you could always have Claudine and Earl fix it in just a few days.

"That is not a small task you have asked of me. To take down another demon is one thing, but to take down an overlord? Who also works for the princess? Now, why would I ever do that?" 

"We're not asking you to take down the princess. Only Alastor," said Velvet, putting a hand on Vox's arm. The man had started leaning forward unconsciously, his fists closing up with every second. 

Alastor. There was no man on earth or in hell that you hated more, and you would gladly watch him bleed to death, forgotten and alone in the forest again. After all, he had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. But things had changed. He now possessed a form of power that you had never seen in another sinner in all your years in hell, and it made you pause. You knew that as soon as he found out what you had done, he would avenge his death, and you were not sure that you would survive that. So you stayed in the shadows, bidding your time. 

"Either way, we are not asking you to take him down alone. We want you to ensure no deal is struck between that radio freak and the princess. Find his weaknesses and help us take him down." Vox had the sort of manic look about him that you only saw in souls who were consumed by their obsessions, making him unreliable and reckless. But a deal like this did not come to you often, the type of deal that made you believe that you could kill Alastor again, and you never looked a gift horse in the mouth.

"Very well, I will help you, but it will cost you. Five hundred souls."

"Dea-"

You did not let Vox finish before saying, "Each."

"Each? Bitch, are you out of your mind?" roared Valentino, who had been quiet up till now. Even if the other Vees did not start shouting like the moth daemon, they were equally shocked and angered by your demand.

"My prices have always been high. Take it or leave it." You looked over at Vox, staring him down. You knew he would be the first to crack and agree to your demands. Velvet may have been the driving force that had led the Vees to your office, but she was still too rational and would start to bargain with you. Vox would sooner or later let his obsession win, making him agree to your deal.

"Do we have a deal?" You reached out your hand to Vox, trying to corner him and push him into a contract with you.

Before Velvet or Valentino had the chance to stop him, Vox shot forward and took your hand, and as he uttered the words that would sign their contract, an eerie green light filled the room. Cracks travelled up the walls all around you as the howling of hunting dogs travelled with the wind that started to blow in the office. Large shadows of the hunting dogs began to grow on the walls, their red eyes fixing the Vees in their places and right as the dogs would pause and devour the sinners on your sofa, the green light dissolved, and all that was left was the four of you in your office.

"Always a pleasure doing business with new customers," you chuckled, letting your sinister smile dance on your lips.

[koyagifs]

𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

pairing: hongjoong x reader au: non idol | college | genre: angst word count: 979 words summary: your relationship with Hongjoong slowly begins to dwindle due to his girl best friend and you still can't help but feel like it's your fault. a/n: some swearing

Hongoong and you sat on the couch in your shared apartment with your friend. Finally, you were spending time together, as the whole summer he was busy with his friends, especially his childhood best friend Kat. Every time you asked your boyfriend to hang out, something happened to Kat.

" oh sorry sweetie, Kat still needs me"

"oh, can we reschedule? Kat said she needed my help"

"oh - I'm sorry my love, I'm already going with Kat and the boys."

You had your friends, of course, but the plans with Hongjoong that were made prior seemed to have slipped his mind once Kat begged for his attention. The phone vibrating slipped you back to reality, and seeing the contact on his phone, you rolled your eyes before sitting up.

Hongjoong frowned at your reaction as he answered the phone, "Hey Kat what's up?"

You left the couch, heading to the kitchen to try and calm down. Of course, she would call as soon as she realized where he's at. Pain tugged at your heart as you heard him on the phone, promising to visit her.

"yn?" he called out.

You didn't answer, your lips trembling as you tried your best to hold in your cries. You've tried your best to get along with Kat but all your actions were shot down and just cries wolf.

" I'm so sorry baby- hey what's wrong?"

You shook your head, wiping your tears from your eyes as you gave him your best smile. He held you in place, his arms resting on your waist.

"Nothing, I'll see you later yes?" You mumbled, pecking his cheek.

He kissed you on the forehead and mumbled an "I love you" before he headed out. Now you stand in the kitchen, alone, tears flowing down freely.

-

Hongjoong couldn't shake the feeling that followed him as he reached Kat's apartment. He stayed in his car, pondering on going in or returning to you. He could see how upset you were for him picking Kat over you. He thought you'll understand considering that she's his childhood friend.

"oh, Hyung!"

Hongjoong looked up, seeing Jongho and San waving him down. Exiting his car he went up to them smiling.

" did you finally break up with yn? The poor thing was crying when we dropped Mingi off. It was kinda awkward considering we're mutual friends." San asked.

" yeah, Mingi was furious though. To be fair - you barely seen her all summer. She should have gotten the message with how much you've been running to Kat." Jongho said, munching on the apple he had in his hand.

Hongjoong eyebrows furrowed in confusion. " what are you talking about? Yn and I are still very much together."

San and Jongho looked at each other before looking back at Hongjoong. " and why was she crying? I just left her apartment. Kat called me saying it was an emergency."

San scoffed, "Emergency my ass. Dude, are you serious? "

" yeah, I never broke up with her."

" sure as hell don't show it. How are you going to drag yn along as it's very clear that Kat is doing this to hurt her." Jongho spoke.

" Kat would never, she knows how much yn means to me. She would never -"

" oh hongjoongie! You made it!" Kat cried out, rushing over to the 3 males who stood around the parking lot.

San and Jongho left without bidding goodbye - never really liking Kat. Kat ignored them as well, smiling brightly as she tugged on Hongjoong's arm to head inside.

" what's the emergency, Kat? I left yn apartment -"

" oh - just that uhm "

Hongjoong pulled his arm back, Kat trying her best to come up with something on the spot. She knew he was there - his location was clearly being shown. She hated yn - it was a known thing to everyone but Hongjoong. Entering their apartment, Hongjoong stood by the door wanting to make a quick exit.

" Kat," Hoongjoong said, crossing his arms.

" god, you're so fucking oblivious Hongjoong. Can't you see how much I've tried to take you away from yn? Everyone else does! It's why they refuse to come and hang out with us!"

Hongjoong stood there shocked. The affection that Kat had shown Hongjoong throughout the years finally makes sense as he recalls them.

"Why would you? Yn has been nothing but nice to you!" Hongjoong yelled back, furious now as he hurt you the most without even realizing it.

" she's a dumb bitch but I'll give her some credit. She does love you. She's like some lovesick puppy who'll wait for their owner who abandoned them." Kat spat, clearly angered that someone truly loves him like she does.

Hongjoong scoffed, "No I'm the dumb one. I kept running back to you, thinking I could salvage our relationship. I was wrong"

Turning to leave her apartment, ignoring her screams for him to come back as he tried to call you.

the number you have dialed does not have a voicemail-

"Please pick up, I'm so sorry my love " Hongjoong mumbled, trying your phone once again.

Once he reached your apartment Mingi was the one who answered. Anger was evident on his face as he saw Hongjoong.

"Please I got to speak to her. "

" she doesn't want to talk to you," Mingi said before slamming the door.

You sat on the couch, tears freshly dried as Mingi came around and sat beside you.

"Who was it?" you asked, taking a bit of your ice cream.

" oh, someone had the wrong apartment," Mingi said.

You hummed in response, cuddling up to him as he set your plate aside. Your heart still aching as you texted Hongjoong a final message.

let's break up

[genericpuff]

Rachel did a live Q&A in the LO Discord server and gave some news about the Animated Series, it’s still happening! (Surprisingly) Any thoughts on that or things you’d like to see from it?

Right, like every other time she's said it's "still happening" with no evidence to actually support it. That's always been the issue and still is.

Sorry, that's not me being snarky at you, I'm more so frustrated and absolutely fucking done with all the empty promises and platitudes.

Best case scenario with what was said during the Q&A was that she said "it's still happening" (worst case was that she didn't address it at all).

Like, how is this:

"I can say that… we are currently doing work on it… and it is going well.. and that it looks really cool and that I wish everyone could see what we’ve done because it looks really really really cool, and it’s happening, but that’s all I can say at this point… I can say, making tv shows takes a really long time, it takes so long" (last night's Q&A)

Any different than this:

Any different than this:

“Um, it’s been really interesting. It’s been educational for me. So, what I—what has been done so far is beautiful. Like, if I could share it, I would. But I can’t. Because it’s very naughty.” - Girl Wonder SDCC (July 2023)

She's been saying this for the last two years since people started getting suspicious it wasn't happening in the first place, and despite all the reassurances that "it's still happening", it doesn't seem to have anything to show for itself. Cast list? Nope. Director? Nope. Writers? Nah. Just a showrunner whose bio still says "TBA" and who, despite having a whole ass 40 minute long interview with Girl Wonder, still didn't have anything to show for what's to come, just more empty promises that it's "still happening" (and a lot of banter about Stephanie's life, rather than her involvement with LO).

In fact, most of what Stephanie talks about in the podcast concerning LO is pitching it, not developing it. And this interview happened just a few months ago. Go listen to it yourself if you don't believe me.

So at this point, I see "it's still happening" as "don't panic" corporate speak for "we're still pitching it and trying to find a network for it so we can actually move onto development." Yes, animation takes a long time, even Hazbin Hotel took about three and a half years to finally release after Prime bought the rights to it in 2020. But LO, again, clearly hasn't even started the animation process yet. And while we're comparing it to Hazbin, note that HH actually had LOADS to show for itself along the way of being developed and did a much, MUCH better job at staying relevant and pulling in new people and hyping it up. Even people who never watched Hazbin before in its indie days on Youtube were hearing about it, it made an active effort to sell itself to new viewers and break out of its bubble on Youtube. Is LO doing that? No, not really. Most of the people who know about it are diehard fans who refuse to read anything that isn't shown directly to them on Webtoons, and diehard haters who are tired of the garbage that gets advertised on Webtoons. Ask anyone who doesn't use Webtoons, and best case, they'll know someone who reads LO, worst case, they won't even know what a webtoon is.

Shit, even the new upcoming Zelda movie has names attached to it, including Avi Arad, Wes Ball, and Derek Connolly. And my god, it's gonna SUCK DICK with that bad of a line-up (the guy who ruined the OG Spiderman trilogy and created Morbius, the guy who directed the Maze Runner films, and one of the leading storywriters behind Rise of Skywalker, fucking YIKES) but hey, at least it has more than one name attached to it.

But okay, if we're gonna play the comparison game, let's be fair and compare LO to some other works in its own lane. Let's Play announced last year that it would be getting an animated adaption, and it already has a studio backing it that is FAR more suited for it than JHC is to LO - OLM, the same studio whose animated for massive franchises like Pokemon, Yo-Kai, and Gudetama. JHC meanwhile has animated... motion capture kid shows like Word Party. Because that's the only kind of animation they actually specialize in when it comes to their in-house services. Sure, they also have Harriet the Spy, but that wasn't animated by them, that was animated by Titmouse Inc (heh sorry).

I'm the Grim Reaper recently had its own animated adaption announced, and who's in charge of it? Oh, only SAM FUCKING RAIMI-

And look, maybe the Let's Play and I'm the Grim Reaper adaptions won't happen either. I just think it's ironic that they both have more to show for themselves in terms of credible names attached to them than what LO has managed to scrape up after five years of promising that it's "still happening" (especially when one of those series is nowhere near as big as LO and the one that WAS as big as LO walked away from Webtoons entirely). For Webtoons' own "worldwide phenomenon", they sure have given LO the shit end of the stick by pairing it with a family-with-kids-under-10 production studio that doesn't specialize in animation and a showrunner who got her start with the Cosmopolitan (weird how LO has so many plugs with Cosmo, huh? Why is JHC producing the show again?)

At the end of the day, nothing's changed. It's still just the ole' "it's still happening" record on a loop, while the comic itself falls further out of favor with people. And it's likely gonna be going behind DailyPass soon, so just think about what that's gonna do to its relevancy after it gets sent away to the equivalent of the Webtoons graveyard.

As I've said countless times before every time this topic comes up, at best, if it is still happening, and I'm wrong about all of this, they are doing the worst job I've ever seen at hyping people up and keeping them informed. It is NOT a good thing that people have to keep asking Rachel if it's still happening.

As for worst case... you wanna know what other projects come to my mind that have fallen into the same state of development hell and decay as LO's TV show? YandereSim and Cryamore. What do you think the popular opinion is about those works and their creators now? Because if you don't know either of those names and are about to google them, let me give you a heads up warning - it's not positive.

If it happens, it happens. It will hopefully be before I get all the therapy I need to undo what LO has done to my brain so that I don't have to make repeat visits LOL But if it's after, hey, maybe the show will be good! Assuming Rachel doesn't, y'know, E.L. James the whole thing. Because frankly, the show will need to cut and rework a LOT of stuff to be any good IMO and I don't think that will be possible if Rachel gets directly involved. But I'm not even hoping for that scenario because there's literally NOTHING to give me that hope, "it's still happening" is nothing more than "don't panic" corporate speak to me at this point. It's cynical, but I just can't waste my energy caring about it anymore.