#when its his fucking issue not mine he was the one raising his voice when all i did was give him sound advice to fixing the broken pvc pipe

[713-4th-ward-g]

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[skzimagines]

Jealousy

“Who is she?” I say sternly. “Who is who?” He asks. “The girl you were making oggly eyes over at the party all night.” I throw my bag onto the counter as we make our way inside our shared apartment, just coming home from one of the parties Chan decided to throw. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asks, taking his jacket off, throwing it over the back of one of the bar stools. “Oh don’t act like you weren’t.” I make my way into our shared bedroom, sliding off the dress I wore tonight and throwing it into the hamper. Leaving me in nothing but my red lace panties. Minho follows behind. “You’re crazy to think I’d be starring at anyone other than you.” He states. “I saw you starring at her Minho, I’m not stupid.” I sit down at my vanity and start to take my makeup off. Minho stands behind me, arms crossed over his chest. “Well what about you and wooyoung?” He asks, venom stinging through his voice. “What about wooyoung?” My voice raises a bit higher this time, getting pissed at the fact he’s trying to change he subject now. “You two were all over each other when we got there!” Now he’s raising his voice. “All over each other? Minho, we hugged! It was a simple hug! And a quick hello! You on the other hand had no issue sitting right in front of me eye fucking another girl!” I yell. My face turning red from lack of oxygen. “He likes you y/n and you know it! You just refuse to fucking see it!” He yells back. “I don’t care if he does because I only have eyes for you! But apparently you have your eyes on me and someone else!” I stand up and make my way to our shared closet, grabbing a hoodie and sliding it over my head, then proceed to grab a pair of shorts and put them on as well. "I'm leaving." I state. "And where might you be going y/n? It's 2am." "I don't know, maybe I'll go to Wooyoung's." I say, I don't mean it though. It's within the heat of the moment. "Take that back..." Minho's voice changes, its deep and quiet, so much different than what it was before. Even after being together for two years, he still sometimes intimidates me. "Y/N.. take it back, I'm not joking." For a moment our eye contact is intense. I clear my throat before pulling myself together. "I'm leaving." I state, walking over to our dresser and grabbing the car keys, I turn around to leave the room and Minho is standing directly behind me. My face is to his chest, if I look at him again, I'll cave in. So I keep my head down. All I hear is the silent sound of his breathing before his hand runs down my arm and to the hand that the keys are in. He slowly pulls the keys from my hand and throws them onto the bed. "You're not leaving me... you're mine, do you understand?" He says in a hushed tone. He brings his hand to my chin and pulls up, making me look at him. And here I am... looking into those big brown eyes once again. "You were looking at another girl Min..." I whisper. "Honey... I was not looking at anyone, I would never do anything to lose you. And if you don't recall.. you were standing right next to this girl you think I was looking at." He states. My mind goes back to earlier, I was standing on the dance floor with a few of our friends and a girl next to me was gyrating all over everyone around us. When I looked up, I just so happened to have caught what I thought was my boyfriend watching the girl. "I was watching you, baby." He whispers, running his hands down my sides until he reached my waist, gracefully picking me up, spinning me around and setting me on our bed. "I'm always watching you..." He whispers, planting open mouthed kisses along my neck. I turn my head to the side to give him more room to work and wrap my arms around his shoulders, playing with the back of his hair. "I'm sorry.. I whisper. "Oh, darling. You have no reason to be sorry." His hands explore my body, before sliding underneath my shorts and cupping my heat. A sharp squeak leaves my lips at the feeling of his long fingers rubbing my sensitive bud. "You do have something you need to be punished for saying though..." He says with a smirk.

[simplymarr]

Chapter one.

summary: vincent renzi x fem!reader.

A young law student is navigating her last year in university, where she meets a misteryous french professor that is going to help her getting her thesis done. A strong chemistry and a love for books and hard work it's what gets them to work so well with each other. But how much are they going to resist when temptation arrives?

warnings: age gap (legal ofc) he's 43 and she's 26. Other that that, none (yet).

London. 8 am and a room full of people on a rainy day. Cold fingers on the desk, waiting for something to happen.

I looked over and the clock was still; maybe it was broken or maybe the time was way too slow in the morning. Even for me.

Today it was the last-first day i was going to have on that university. Five long years studying law, yet it felt like i was still a stranger in that big, cold classroom.

I was, finally, going to get my thesis done. No more wasting time, no more fear. I had to be strong.

How difficult could it be?

The world with its unique, hidden irony seemed to have answered my question when, all of a sudden, he walked through that old, wooden door.

Mature, maybe in his early forties. Tall but not too much; quite skinny. Long neck and serious countenance. Silver hair, some strands fell on his forehead as he walked across the room until he reached his desk. His polished clothes didn't look wet even though it was raining, and even for me to be so far away from him i could, somehow, sense that he smelled like cigarrettes and old fashioned, classic cologne.

Professor Vincent Renzi was his name.

He came from France. He said that he had recently won a case in the city, and that a colleague of his needed him to replace him for a few months at the university. A two-hour weekly class and, most importantly,

he was in charge of correcting some of the theses.

I hesitated the rest of the class, unsure of what was going to happen. Would he be easy on me? or would he be an idiot? After all, all male professors in law school seemed to treat women like they were not smart enough to be there. Or worse, like they fucked their way to the top.

Suddenly my feet stepped on earth again when i felt a deep voice making, in a strong french accent, a question that no one dared to answer.

"So, has anyone already started working on their thesis?"

Silence.

Then, for inertia or maybe an obscure, unconscious desire to be seen by his blue eyes i raised my hand.

He smiled at me; perhaps relieved that he hadn't been ignored. Little wrinkles formed on each side of his mouth as he spoke:

"Great, at least someone is doing their job. Now, enlighten me, please".

........................................

I tried to leave as soon as the class ended.

Maybe it was the shame, the blushed cheeks as i explained to him the central themes of the thesis. For the first time, i felt like my tongue wasn't mine as the words kept coming out of my mouth, but i felt grateful for that.

However, due to how far away i was from the exit, i was the last one to leave. I slid between each seat until i reached the door where, luckily for me, he was standing, waiting.

"That was good. Very good actually". He said as he reached out for a pack of cigarettes between his pockets.

I stuttered.

"Well, thank you. There's still some issues i need to fix, you know. References and stuff". I tried, without luck, to sound as calm as possible.

"That's why im here". He said, staid but in a soft tone.

As he left the building and got into his car, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and lighting a cigarette, i couldn't help but wonder

what the hell was i getting into.

next chapter soon

[darkchocolatedimples]

the tortured poets department (sponsored by my procrastination)

excuse my essays for each song the lyrics are so interesting to me so there’s like actual analyzation for each one.

fortnight - dex

that lingering resentment disguised by surface level friendship is that not literally him and sophie come on. “run into you sometimes, ask about the weather” the awkwardness!! “your wife waters flowers, i want to kill her” he was the #1 fitz hater for multiple reasons after all (although i think he was over it by the time keefe became prominent)

the tortured poets department - sophie

this is so keefe from her perspective come on “you’re in self sabatoge mode, throwing spikes down the road, but i’ve seen this episode and still love the show” “i chose this cyclone with you” “sometimes i wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me. but you told [biana] that you’d kill yourself if i ever leave. and i had said that to [dex] about you so i felt seen. everyone we know understands why we’re meant to be.” also let’s be so real keefes drawing journals + goodbye letters, he’s giving tortured poet

my boy only breaks his favorite toys - fitz

guys he’s just a silly little boy with anger issues, and he’s MY silly little boy with anger issues stop hating him 😞 “the voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild” “he saw forever so he smashed it up” he may have fucked up but it happens!!

down bad - dex

CUZ FUCK IT HE WAS IN LOVE!!! also if i may present to you: “i might just die it would make no difference” in the context that outside of sophie saw no purpose to his own life. he saw himself just as he is presented in the books: as her best friend and nothing more. so in losing that (blaming himself and his own feelings for it) what was left of him? who was left? sophie was also his ONLY friend. not to mention in the context of the fact that when he WAS presumed dead nobody cared, they still cared more about sophie.

so long, london - keefe

no not bc of london actually but because “and you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment” is actually a direct reference to keefitz’ friendship falling apart as fitz got angrier and keefe got more closed off. “you swore that you loved me but where were the clues?” “im just mad as hell cause i loved this place” me when everglen is no longer keefes safehaven. nor anyone’s for that matter bc its haunted by alvars betrayal and alden’s mind break and fitz’ anger.

but daddy i love him - biana

“i just learned these people only raise you to cage you” “i just learned these people try and save you…cause they hate you” “dutiful daughter all my plans were laid…growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.” i hate alden vacker. how do u manage to use and fuck up all ur kids by age 12 like wow. “i’ll tell you something about my good name: it’s mine alone to disgrace” she would 100% say this. she would also 100% say “im having his baby! no im not but you should see your faces.”

fresh out the slammer - keefe

sokeefe or keefitz take it as it comes. “in the shade of how he was feeling.” “as i said in my letters.” “my friends try, but i wouldn’t hear it…for just one glimpse of his smile” “swirled you into all of my poems” it’s so him it is truly.

florida!!! - keefe

THIS one’s about london! “well me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time! yes i’m haunted but im feeling just fine” ethan and eleanor wright who?? “your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in” candle shade/shores of solace type beat “i need to forget so take me to [london], i have some regrets i’ll bury them in [london]” “i don’t want to exist so take me to [london]” aw bae

guilty as sin? - dex

i don’t know how to explain but i just feel like this feeling of i shouldn’t be doing/feeling this the literal guilt and all these delusions and the sheer intensity of it all is just giving me dex. “this cage was once just fine, am i allowed to cry? i dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks” “i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault” this must be the way he loves if he thinks so little of himself and doesn’t let himself have good things. “i choose you and me religiously” because at the end of the day when he makes a decision or chooses something or someone he puts his all into it.

who’s afraid of little old me - sophie

“you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me. you caged me then you called me crazy. i am what i am cuz you trained me.” all of it’s literally giving her growing into herself in stellarlune and making decisions on her own. SHE IS NOT A PAWN!!!

i can fix him (no really i can) - tam

idk its just giving him defending rayni with his life when everyone else including linh was like who tf is this girl.

loml - fitz

every sad pining song is fitz vacker to me. esp the refrences to the romance being dead but never buried... "still alive killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried...i'm your holy ghost" the way that sophie switched up on him in stellarlune (although i fully support her) didn't give him much time to recover. "are they second-hand embarrased that i can't get out of bed because something counterfiet's dead" give me heartbroken fitz!!! for once instead of angry fitz just give me tired, resigned fitz. "it was legendary, it was momentary, it was unecessary, should've let it stayed buried" is such a good summary of sophitz imo.

i can do it with a broken heart - linh

linh is so interesting to me as a parallel of fitz: meaning she, just like him, is always angry. however she masks it in smiles and kindness the way he never learned to, he just lashes out. this song feels like it’s talking about that mask: “i’m so depressed i act like it’s my birthday everyday” “i can read your mind ‘she’s having the time of her life’ …i can show you lies” “cause im miserable and nobody even knows” “i can hold my breath, i’ve been doing it since [i] left”

the smallest man who ever lived - keefe

it’s giving a letter to cassius/gisela/alvar. “and i don’t even want you back, i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal. and i don’t miss what we had” “did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?” “in 50 years will all this be declassified and you’ll confess why you did it, and i’ll say ‘good riddance’” “i would’ve died for your sins instead i just died inside. and you deserve prison but you won’t get time” “in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did. and i’ll forget you but i’ll never forgive.”

the alchemy - sophie

“cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me. honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?” aw sokeefe.

clara bow - biana

BIANA BEING COMPARED TO HER BROTHERS AND ALL THE VACKERS BEFORE THEM "the crown is stained but you're the real queen" "beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours, demanding more...its hell on earth to be heavenly" i love her.

the black dog - fitz

bring back petty fitz!! i think the young girl not knowing the starting line could parallel with keefe not being able to understand things about telepathy that really connected fitz and sophie. i also think we could shift the angle and make it about alvars betrayal and how it sparked his angry trauma response. “you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.” “now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes…even if i die screaming, and i hope you hear it.”

imgonnagetyouback - fitz

he is 100% this delusional. he's just like me. "you'll find that you were never not mine" "even if its handcuffed im leaving here with you." "told my friends i hate you but i love you just the same, pick your poison babe, i'm poison either way"

the albatross - keefe

“one bad seed kills the garden. one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.” “the devil that you know looks now more like an angel. i’m the life you chose, and all this terrible danger.” HE IS THE ALBATROSS. i can’t wait for the movie i want edits of him to this. ACTUALLY I WANT A LOT OF THINGS maybe I’ll make a separate post about that.

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus - keefe

you saw it coming. this song SCREAMS KEEFITZ. like- “you said some things that i can’t unabsorb…you needed me but you needed drugs more.” “changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you.” “if you want to break my cold cold heart just say ‘i loved you the way that you were’” WHAT THE HECK DUDE IM SOBBING “back to the moment i crashed into you like so many wrecks do” that line solidified this as keefe’s pov for me. in conclusion. SOBBING.

how did it end - biana

i propose to you: not a relationship, but the vacker family falling apart and the way they became a huge subject of gossip in the lost cities. when alden’s mind broke, while fitz had turned to anger biana became depressed, and i think this song could relate to that as well. the whole part of “guess who we ran into at the shops” feels very much like conversations others would have about the vackers at the time and when alvar betrayed them. “soon they’ll go home to their [brothers], smug cause they know they can trust him.” and i think at the end of the day when all of it happened biana was just young and betrayed and lost, because she didn’t see it coming or understand why (who did?) “the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling” “i can’t pretend like i understand, how did it end?”

so high school - biana

HER VIBES ALL THE WAY she’s so cute and lovely and i want this for her (and dex. specifically dex. not anyone else.)

i hate here - sophie

was leaning dex until “you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared of going outside” but the whole idea of escapism applies to both of them. especially to sophie though when she lived with humans and was so alone because even her own family couldn’t understand her, and she canonically is a bookworm and probably found more comfort in those other lives than she ever could in her own. "I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind...i read about it in a book when I was a precious child" "ill get lost on purpose, this place made me feel worthless"

thanK you aIMee - tam

aimee 🤝🏽 the song parents. “everyone knows that my [sister] is a saintly woman. but she used to say she wished that you were dead.” “but when i count the scars there’s a moment of truth: that there wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you.” thank you song parents 🫶🏽

i look in people’s windows - fitz

i thought this song sounded so creepy till I actually listened to it and now the idea of like lowkey stalking someone just to see if they still care about you or have moved on is slightly making sense. "does it feel alright to not know me? i'm addicted to the if only." it's giving keefitz (when isn't it?)

the prophecy - dex

"let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?" THIS JUST REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF THE BEGINNING OF STELLARLUNE WHEN HES LITERALLY MOURNING WHAT HASN'T EVEN HAPPENED TO HIS BROTHER YET i need more dex being the oldest sibling and shouldering that burden. the love-hate relationship with his siblings while simultaneously trying to make their quality of life so much better than what he had. also "a lesser woman would've lost hope, a greater woman wouldn't beg" is so him. he is so that middle.

cassandra - tam

"so they killed cassandra first cuz she feared the worst...do you believe me now?" "you can mark my words, i said it first. in a mourning warning, no one heard." tam when keefe joined the neverseen fr

peter - keefe

pls tell me you saw this one coming. "are you still a mindreader? a natural scene stealer, I've heard great things [fitz], but life was always easier on you than it was on me." "promises, oceans deep, but never to keep" "forgive me [fitz], my lost fearless leader...from when we were just kids. is it something I did?" i think I'm just in a constant state of mourning their friendship.

the bolter - keefe

obvious reasons but also "i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone but her own father." "hearts are hers for the breaking, there's escape in escaping." "she's got the best stories, you can be sure, as she was leaving, it feels like freedom."

robin - dex

had to do some research for this one but apparently its talking about preserving a child's innocence! for this reason it reminds me again of dex and his siblings because of the way he really wants to protect them from things that haven't happened yet (especially considering rex being talentless). "way to go tiger" definitely sounds like something he would say to them feeling all sentimental but then, knowing siblings, they'd probably grill him about why he's being nice 💀

the manuscript -

we know the drill by now, fitz gets all the breakup songs because they could be about sophie OR keefe. "afterwords, she only ate kid's cereal, and slept in her mother's bed" while the song is discussing reverting back to childhood habits in vulnerability, fitz's vulnerability made him angry (but it was still a big change from his regular self) "looking back might be the only way to move forward" I hope he does get to move on!!! im tired of the love triangle plot if we're not gonna focus on keefitz' friendship 😭

[sinisterexaggerator]

I reewatched Hondo's Clone Wars episodes last night and was having thoughts as to the dynamic of Aurra Sing and Hondo's relationship.

He calls her a "dangerous woman," which offhand you think, yes, she very much is. She is a skilled bounty hunter that can hold her own. But, if we really sit there and analyze the conversation we can learn a lot about Mr. Ohnaka and Ms. Sing.

"Oh, my dear. You never were good at asking for permission to land."

Hondo is a man who has hundreds of subordinates beneath him. He is used to being in charge of himself, and of his own enterprise. This line right here tells you, though he is amicable enough, that most likely half of the reason they parted aways was because Aurra Sing very much had a mind of her own, one that behaved in such a way that it clashed with Hondo's expectations when it came to things like jobs or working together at the business level. It was something he could not tolerate most likely for personal reasons as well. He has a reputation to upkeep. Some of his men, from Hondo's very first appearance, already think he's a pushover or "can't do anything without them," and try to fuck up his plans for their own personal gain.

The aforementioned line was the nice way of saying "I did not invite you here. What do you want?" There is no doubt that this power imbalance translated to other areas of their lives, as we see from the very next line.

"I never ask for permission to do anything." Aurra proceeds to kiss Hondo on the mouth in front of little Boba Fett and all his men.

It makes me wonder if there has actually been times Hondo denied her landing and she paid him no mind, thus her calling on him when her company was unwanted and leading to further "issues" that complicated their partnership, both in or out of the bedroom.

Hondo is a busy man, he has many things going on at once, and is a captain of an infamous gang of pirates. Also, I imagine there are times he says fuck everything and needs a moment to himself as he's mostly surrounded by idiots or deviants who want to stab him in the back. If Hondo is not in the mood for a controlling, dominating presence like Aurra sing, for her to show up anyway against his wishes is probably maddening on some level. I see Hondo as getting frustrated easily with people who don't listen the first time, as we see when he interacts with his crew.

Continued "insubordination" would most likely slowly chip away at not only his patience, but his happiness. Hondo's happiness is important. When Hondo is not happy, nobody is happy. Nobody who is a member of his gang, at least.

In addition, he is also a "go with the flow" kind of guy and makes the best of an otherwise bad situation where possible. I am sure he wore his mask of "I am so happy to see you, my dear," on more than one occasion, when in reality he was screaming inside. But, with someone like Sing, or anyone else in a position of power, it is in his best interest to keep up friendly appearances or to at least be civil. Making unnecessary enemies only complicates things. The more people like you, the easier it is to navigate the galaxy.

"Yes, I remember," Hondo says as he wipes his mouth off, forcing a laugh.

One, this woman doesn't ask for consent. That kiss was not something Hondo desired or wanted, but was thrusted upon him and the most logical thing was to allow it to run its course. To push her off would have created unwanted hostility between them, mainly on Aurra's end, and I am sure Hondo is well aware of what can happen when Aurra gets pissed off.

Two, he felt the need to laugh to lessen the blow of the truth for her sake. His tone of voice said it all. Had he come back with something a bit ruder, a bit more "in your face," Aurra would have most likely raised her blaster or made some other kind of threat. She has a short temper and doesn't really like taking "no" for an answer, it seems. Something Hondo is well aware of.

Of course, we get the famous line, "not mine, I take it?"

Whatever happened, they've been fucking nasty. We can guess who wore the pants in this relationship. Especially once Hondo makes his next comment to Castas, the guy who "didn't sign up" for all of this and wants to get away from Aurra and her shenanigans ASAP. Of course, she is irritated by this and calls Castas things like "worthless."

I bet Aurra 100% has tried that shit on Ohnaka, if only when he called it quits. It's true that Hondo does not like to share, but I am sure he was a great host to the many people he invited into his lair, including Aurra Sing to the point of spoiling her. @allsystemsblue and I are both of the firm belief that Hondo would have gone out of his way to make her happy, but I see Aurra as being a person who is rarely satisfied.

To reiterate, it is not implausible that Aurra many times tried to or did degrade Hondo, and in a public setting. I see him as laughing it off in most cases, but that overall he may have been affected by it, if only because others saw him being put down and that he allowed it to happen. Had it been anyone else under his command, for instance, then he would most likely resort to punishment or death for said individual. Not only could Aurra possibly kill Hondo, he did not want to be on her bad side.

To remain cordial, he tolerated it until he could not anymore. Of course, in the bedroom, perhaps he enjoyed it, or is into degradation. And even though Hondo says "business is pleasure," I do not think he means that when it comes to shaming him in front of his horde. To disrespect a leader in front of his legions may cause them to question his authority and cause a mutiny in a worse case scenario. Which, ultimately, happens later on down the line after the Clone Wars when Hondo loses everything and is called "soft."

In the end, I see him as being so fed-up he was probably dismissive of her bullshit. Even if he loved her in some capacity, I am sure Hondo would not tolerate a one-sided relationship forever. He is all about profit, after all, in some way, shape, or form. Whether that be money, or gaining headway in a romantic or platonic relationship.

"You have bled me dry of all my fucks, my dear. I give dem no more. Now, out of my sight. Do not call me, as dey say, I will call you... Eh, maybe. Probably not, but. Et was fun while it lasted, no? No."

To Castas, Hondo says "Couldn't handle her, could you. Well, don't be ashamed. You are not the first man to bail out from under her command."

Whether speaking about himself or not, Aurra seems to think so as she says:

"He's speaking from experience."

Aurra does seem bitter when saying this line, though she is also capable of being civil when she wants to and needs something from someone else, in this case Hondo. Perhaps in this scene, enough time has passed to where she has moved on and can mostly forget about what transpired between them. Maybe she knows it was mostly her fault. Maybe that kiss was a way to say she missed him or simply to exert power over him once again, but Hondo is NOT buying it and it was definitely handled in such a way that it reminded him of all the reasons he got rid of her in the first place, thus him saying, "I remember."

Finally, we hear him say: "Ohohoh, you're a dangerous woman. Yes, very dangerous."

Again, while this seems obvious, I don't think he meant it in the way of "she can kill me," even though he knows she would be a formidable enemy, but in a way that means dangerous for him, as she is unpredictable. I am sure Hondo enjoys a little bit of spice in his life, literally and figuratively, but Aurra herself was even too much for him to handle, and that's because she was only in it for herself. There is no "I" in team. He has enough to worry about, as is.

Although, it is a dog eat dog galaxy out there, and I am sure he understands to some extent. Hondo has to watch his back on all fronts, after all. But, suppose he finds someone he wants to be intimate with, and for them to treat him as such would be a little disappointing to say the very least. Not worth his time or effort in the end. The payout would be zilch, and again, he's about profit.

In fact, by the middle of the episode he denies her this favor she wants. She asks if "he's in?" as far as the job of wanting to kill Mace Windu and get revenge for Boba. He refuses to get caught up in any of her insane stunts. Plo winds up showing up and ruining their plans, but even then Hondo wants the Jedi off his property as soon as possible and even rats her out, to a degree, saying he has "no idea what she has in store for you," but makes it clear he wants no part.

This is a man who is over it. Even if he might tell stories about her or speak of her fondly in the distance "future," I am sure he knows he made the right choice in cutting ties.

Now, knowing all this, it is interesting to think about what man could handle Aurra Sing? Or maybe not a man, but a woman? >D

Anyway, there are my two cents. Shoutout to Teeth for feeding my Hondo obsession, but I'm pretty sure we feed off each other, too. ;D

[hunzzzzz]

Fight for you - Chapter 2 : Fighting myself

Kendall Roy x OC

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my cluttered desk as I entered my office. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had been dreading coming in, after the previous night's humiliation, I had spent all night drafting my resignation letter, just in case. I had to play it smart and be two steps ahead of Kendall Roy. My stomach churned at the thought of everything I had told him. My mind was racing, scrambling, trying to weigh out my options. What if he uses it against me? I wouldn't put it past him. 

I loathed that man with all my heart. I wasn't fond of him, the way he strode around the building with such entitlement. His entire persona exerted “I’m fucking rich and I get what I want.” He wouldn't know what hard work was even if it crept up behind him and bit him in the ass. He had everything handed to him in life; money, his position at the company, his status, his team of yes-men that followed him around, endorsing all the bullshit spewing out of his mouth. 

He had his own head shoved so far up his own ass, to even try to comprehend that nobody in this entire building, all 43 floors, from the doorman to his own father, nobody respects him. His cockiness mistakes him into believing that he’s in on the joke, but when in fact, he is the joke.

I paced around my office trying to practice the speech I had prepared to give, as I was handing my notice to my department head Lisa. My neck snapped towards the door every time I heard someone walking past, to say I was on edge was an understatement. 

My office phone rang blaring through my thoughts, I hastily picked it up with trembling hands. 

“Harper, my office, 2 minutes.” Lisa’s voice crackled through the line.

I let out a shaky breath and made my way to her office. Straightening my skirt over to smooth out any creases, attempting to dry my sweaty palms. It's okay, I was okay with this, change is good. Jobs are temporary, I could easily find another job. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. 

As Lisa’s office came into view I could see someone sitting across from her through the glass walls. But I didn't have time to be nosy, there were more pressing issues at hand, like losing my job. I gave a weak knock and stumbled in as Lisa ushered me in with a motion of her hand. 

“Before you even say anything, can I please just explain-” I began rambling before being cut off by a familiar voice. 

“Uh– maybe let's start with a hello, how are you first?” my eyes darted to the man sitting across from Lisa, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

My stomach dropped at the sight of him, resentment bubbling up inside me like a tempest ready to unleash its fury. I prepared to accept my fate. Kendall Roy had definitely come in here to complain to Lisa about my incompetence, or how I spent company time on the roof smoking. Or maybe he told her I was mentally unstable and needed to be terminated immediately. There is no telling what this man is capable of, he practically owns the company I reminded myself. 

“This one's eager, huh Lisa.” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

“Yes that she is,” Lisa beamed back at Kendall, unaware of the turmoil going on in my mind. “Kendall, this is Harper Allison, one of my best,” Lisa said, gesturing towards Kendall with a forced smile.

I pursed my lips, trying to express that I would rather slam my hand in a car door than shake this man's hand. Lisa furrowed her eyebrows, her soft eyes turning into a glare

I forced a polite smile, my eyes locking with Kendall's for the briefest of moments. “Pleasure to meet you, Kendall,” I forced out, through gritted teeth, sticking out a limp hand. 

“Pleasure’s all mine, Harper,” he grinned from ear to ear, clasping my hand in a firm handshake. Was he trying to be funny? What the fuck was his angle? Why did he show up here, if not to fire me? What business does he have showing up on the ninth floor on a random Friday? I was pretty certain it was his first time here too, he was too busy trying to care about the marketing of our upcoming projects.

“Harper have a seat,” Lisa said, motioning towards the empty chair beside Kendall. 

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze flickering between Lisa and Kendall, before reluctantly obeying. 

“Kendall wants to discuss some things with us.” I had learned from a young age to always expect the worst possible outcome in every situation, and just to my luck life always gives me the worst. 

Kendall leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. “Yeah– sure so look I love what you guys are doing here. I do– I really do. Great stuff all around.” He explained. 

“And with the upcoming release of “Avengers: Reunite”, I just wanted to check-in. I got a special place in my heart for this franchise. It's my baby.” He clasped a mocking hand over his chest. “So just keep me in the loop with all upcoming marketing and press. I fucking want this movie to do numbers” He wrapped up his bullshit speech dripping with false sincerity 

“That’s absolutely no problem, Harper is running point on that, it's her baby too,” Lisa responded jokingly. “She can brief you on it. She's been putting in a lot of work, I guarantee you won't be disappointed” 

“Yeah no for sure. I'll help you raise it.” Kendall chuckled, and looked at me, eyes gleaming. But I kept my eyes set on Lisa, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of whatever reaction he was expecting from me. 

“In fact, I have 30 now, we could uh– chat, yeah?” He suggested as if I had a choice in the matter. 

“Yes of course.” I nodded, my jaw clenched tight as I struggled to maintain my composure. I counted to 10 in my head to stop myself from saying something and actually getting myself fired for real this time. 

I promptly got up and began power walking. Kendall took it upon himself to follow me to my office for the “briefing”.  His presence was unwelcome, suffocating me with every step. 

“So where's your office,” he asked with his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, a stark contrast to my tense posture. He gawked, looking around the new environment, clearly, he had never stepped foot on a floor so beneath him. I could sense his arrogance, his entitlement as if he owned the very air we breathed. He was used to his throne on the 43rd floor, overlooking the rest of us peasants.

I continued pacing ahead ignoring him, swiftly turning into my office and attempting to slam the door shut in his face. 

“Hey– this is no way to treat the COO of the company that signs your paychecks,” he huffed, firmly planting his foot in the door as I desperately tried to close the gap. 

I leaned forward putting all my body weight on the tip of my toes, but his strength was unbeatable against mine. The force of his push sent me sprawling to the ground, my pride wounded. His intrusion was like a slap in the face, a reminder of his power over me. 

“Oh shit– you good?” He stood crouched over me, quickly closing the door to avoid anyone seeing the situation at hand. 

My heels had thrown me off my balance. How did I keep embarrassing myself in front of him? The universe was against me, my karma was due. I lay sprawled on the floor, disorientated, processing what had just happened, until his hand reached down to try and pry me off the floor. 

I smacked his fingertips away, his attempts to help me up only fueled my anger, his touch like a brand on my skin. I recoiled from his grasp, my muscles tensing. 

“Hands off me, creep.” I snapped sitting upright, ignoring the sharp pain radiating through my spine like lightning. 

Disregarding his concerned eyes, I stood up all too quickly, regretting it immediately as my legs almost gave out. His hands sprung to my waist to steady me, sending tingles through my spine. Maybe it was the fall or perhaps it was just how close he was standing to me. I could feel his minty breath with a slight tinge of tobacco, my eyelids momentarily fluttering shut as breathed him in. 

My eyes drifted down to his pouty lips, as they moved. Shit, was he speaking? All I could hear was the ringing in my ears. I was almost certain that I had a concussion because I didn’t remember him looking this good before. 

“Hello?” he was now frantically waving a hand in front of my face, as his other hand stayed firm on my waist holding me up.

I snapped back into reality, leaving behind my forbidden thoughts. I realized I was leaning against him, compensating for the lack of support from my wobbly legs. Finally I broke away from him and put some much-needed distance between us.

“Are you fucking seriously asking me if I’m okay, after you just slammed me into the ground,” I snapped.

“Look, I didn't mean for it to happen,” he tried to reason, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just didn’t know you were that fucking weak. So it’s kind of your own fault.” He met my blazing eyes with a smirk.

“You know, I could report you to HR for assault,” I seethed, sitting on the edge of my desk, quietly wincing as the pain in my back ramped up from stiffness all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than I could blink.

His smug smirk dropped, and promptly he made his way over to the desk. “Are you okay? Do you, want me to get a fucking doctor– 5 minutes. I can have one here in 5 minutes. I can call-”, his eyes flashed with worry as he reached out to grab my shoulders and assess the damage he had done.

“I’m fine,” I raised a hand to stop him, not wanting his intoxicating touch on me. I couldn't stand to be near him, I was too weak to fight off the butterflies in my stomach right now. 

“Can we just get this briefing over with?” I motioned him to sit. He slumped down in the seat in front of me. His knees brushed against mine, and the annoyingly soft fabric of his dress pants made every hair on my body dance. 

“Okay, so we're working closely with the cast for the international press tour. We have 15 confirmed European countries so far. I'm still waiting for confirmation from Asia…” I continued explaining the months of planning I had relentlessly done. 

After rambling on for 5 minutes, I noticed he wasn't even paying attention, his eyes were focused down on my desk. His mind was clearly elsewhere, a reminder of my insignificance in his eyes.

“If you don't care, then why are you wasting my time?” I sighed exasperated, slamming my hand down on the desk. 

“Can I not fucking think for a second?” His tone was harsh. 

“Sorry, I was actually listening, but uh- I was just thinking….” his eyes softened. Leaning forward, he placed a hand on my knee giving a gentle squeeze, “Are you hurt? Seriously, just tell me if you are. Is your back okay?” 

“Are you really that scared of HR?” I teased, crossing my legs, letting his hand fall from my knee. “Scared of me cock-blocking your shot at becoming CEO?”

I knew I was being downright unprofessional, but I didn't care. I wouldn't bow down at his feet like everyone else. He hadn't done anything to earn my respect. If anything he was being unprofessional, I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Excuse me?” He raised a brow, trying to sound firm but I could see him trying to fight back a smile.

“I can already see the tabloids. ‘Kendall Roy, ‘the heir with a flair for assault," I looked into the distance, picturing the headlines.

‘Uh-huh, yeah great plan,” he nodded, sarcastically, “I'll just let HR know that you were smoking on the roof, which is against company guidelines. And the cherry on top, I know you don't have clearance for the roof, so you essentially stole a swipe.” His mouth quipped into a devious smile. “So let's add theft onto the list as well.”

“Oh, so you know I don't have clearance for the roof?” I smirked, seeing a light blush appear on his cheeks. “Someone did their research. You really are living up to your creep status.” 

“Oh and not to mention the– uh fucking emotional breakdown.” He stammered, trying to recover from the embarrassment of being caught out. 

And there it was, I was waiting for him to throw that right back in my face. Reminding me who he truly was, and the power he held. His words were a painful reminder of my vulnerability, a wound still raw and bleeding. 

“Fuck you.” I pushed myself off the desk and went to leave. I wasn't even angry, it was my own fault for opening up my closet of sorrows to him. 

“Where are you going?” Before I could reach the door handle I felt his grip on my wrist, bringing me to a stop. “This is your office.”

“Yeah I know,” I shook him off, “I’m storming out of my own office.”

“It was a joke.” He sounded confused.

I spun around to face him, “No the real joke is on me, for confiding in someone like you.” I jabbed him in the chest, the tension in the room was palpable.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, ‘someone like me’?” He reiterated, his scowl deepening. “You don't fucking know me,” he tugged me closer until my heels were touching the tips of his polished shoes.

“I can see right through your cheap act,” I scoffed, anger bubbling in my chest, “you're standing here in your fancy suit, threatening me because you know you can bend me to your will,” I said, trying to sound firm, but there was a slight shakiness to my voice. “You know the power you wield, and for you to try and blackmail me with that is just sad. You’re a sad, sad man. I almost feel bad for you.” I finally broke free of his grip.

His jaw ticked, “Well if that was the case, then I could easily fire you on the spot right now?” he countered.

I had to physically close my mouth and swallow the lump in my throat. This outcome was not what I had hoped for, but it was a possibility in my mind. I wasn't shocked, I was facing the consequences of my own actions. Sometimes all it takes is one man to turn your life upside down.

“But I would never do that,” he said quietly after a moment, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m not my father.”

“Oh yeah great, that's so reassuring. Thank you so much, you're so kind Kendall,” I smiled sarcastically, clasping my hands in gratitude. “Like you won't hold this over my head, any chance you get.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh, “You have my word.”

“No offense,” I narrowed my eyes at him, “but your word really doesn't mean anything to me.”

“What– what can I even fucking say to make you believe me?” he threw his hands up in exasperation. “You have my word, is that not enough for you?” he raked a hand through his hair.

“What object do you value the most in your life?” I asked.

“What?” he squinted his eyes

“It's a simple question.” I crossed my arms over my chest. I was testing the waters, to see how much he would stay true to his word. The lengths we would go to, to prove himself.

“Like a person or a thing?”

“An object.”

“Uhhh– I don't know.” he matched my stance, and thought for a moment, “Off the top of my head uhhh– my phone, my credit card, my watch,” he held up his wrist to show me the Patek Philippe watch he wore, “uhh what else…what else.”

“Give me one of them, for assurance.”

“What– are you fucking serious?” 

“You asked what it would take for me to believe you,” I explained like I was talking to a child, “so give me something you value, and if you stay true to your word, I’ll give it back to you.”

“And if I don't?” He challenged, with the quirk of a brow.

“If you're a man of your word, then you shouldn't have to worry about that.”

He was silent for a moment, weighing out the terms of my deal, before he unclasped his watch grabbed my hand, and placed it in my palm.

“There,” he closed my hand around his watch. “Fine?”

It was a fleeting moment, but in that instant, I could see beyond the mask of confidence and arrogance, catching a glimpse of something deeper within him. 

“Fine.” 

“Good?” He asked with a lopsided smirk.

“Good.” I nodded, “I actually hope you go back on your word, so I can keep this bad boy.” I twirled his watch in my fingers. 

After Kendall and I both called a ceasefire, we sat down again to go over the press tour which didn't last longer than 10 minutes before he had to leave. 

“Duty calls,” he sighed, checking his phone which was vibrating non-stop. “Talk later? I wanna hear the rest of this. What time are you going for lunch?” 

“I usually work during my lunch, to ease the workload for the evening.” I lied casually.

The time we had already spent together was bad enough, and I only did it out of obligation to Lisa. The only way I would have lunch with him was if my life depended on it. And for now, I had his watch, so I was safe. He couldn't technically fire me for the time being. And even if he did I could just sell his watch and live off of that.

“What? But you're obligated to a one-hour lunch break,” he furrowed his brows, “Is that even legal? I'm reporting that to HR.” he chuckled, trying to mask his defeat.

“Give me your number,” he demanded, shoving his phone in front of me.

“I don't know, it seems rather unprofessional.”

“For work obviously, don’t flatter yourself,” he grumbled. 

I took my time, stroking my chin feigning being deep in thought, “Fine I'll get it from Lisa then,” he smirked triumphantly.

“Okay fine.” I snatched his phone, my fingers brushing against his. I begrudgingly put my number in his phone not wanting to deal with Lisa’s wrath.

“Harper Marketing and PR 9th floor,” He looked at me questionably, as he read the name I saved myself as. “Thanks for the uh– specifics.”

“Just in case you forget.” I shrugged, shrinking back in my seat.

“Trust me, Harper Aly, you are anything but forgettable.” As he uttered those words, a genuine warmth spread across his features, softening the lines of his face into a tender expression. His eyes, usually sharp and confident, softened making me feel the sincerity of his words.

“Oh– don't forget your blazer.” I motioned towards it on the coat rack, from the previous night. 

“Keep it.” And then, with one last lingering look, he disappeared out the door. 

As I sat at my desk, attempting to focus on my work while munching on a sad-looking salad, the events of the morning replayed in my mind like a broken record. The encounter with Kendall had left me feeling unsettled, a strange mix of frustration and curiosity swirling within me like a whirlpool. But I had no time to dwell on it.

Just as I was about to dive back into my spreadsheets, there was a knock on my office door. I glanced up, eyebrows raised in surprise, wondering who could possibly be interrupting my solitary lunchtime misery.  The door swung open, revealing an impeccably dressed woman, who introduced herself as Kendall’s assistant. She handed me a gift basket from Kendall and left.

As I opened the plastic wrapping and ribbon, I discovered a treasure trove of my favorite snacks: Ferrero Rochers, Sour Patch Kids, matcha powder, and an empty velvet case for Kendall's watch. There was also an expensive-looking back massager and a heating pad.

I was pleasantly shocked, to say the least. Kendall had been a bit of a mystery to me but I didn't know what to make of this gesture.

My phone rang, No caller ID flashed across the screen, although I had a slight suspicion as to who it could be. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey," Kendall's voice came through the line, smooth and confident as ever. 

“Is this a work call?” I subconsciously twirled a piece of my hair with my finger.

“Wow, straight to it,” He laughed, the sound rich and full-bodied. “Did you get my care package?”

“I did,” I responded, not being able to resist a shy smile, “are you trying to bribe me?”

“Ouch,” he winced, “No, just a small gesture to show my gratitude for all the hard work your department does.”

“Right,” my tone was uncertain, “so, do you send all your employees gift baskets?”

“No, just my star employees,” I could picture the smug smirk on his face, “keep my watch in the case,, I don't want to get it back all scratched up.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’ll be returning it,” I teased, “I already posted it on eBay. Waiting for the highest bidder.”

“Hmm funny,” he said dryly. “What are you doing right now?”

"Zumba," I rolled my eyes at his attempt to make small talk. I was beginning to think he only got my number to annoy me. 

“Really?” he replied, amused, “save a dance for me.”

“Never in a million years.”

“I hope I live to be a billion then,” he sighed, dramatically.

“Don't bet on it, Covid might take you out first. I’ve heard it's brutal with the elderly.” 

“Are you always like this?” he asked, exasperated.

“Always like what?” 

“Always so fucking mean.”

What was I doing? Allowing myself to be swept away by his chatter, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. This was my boss, not my friend. I had to set some boundaries. 

“Only when people waste my time,” I complained, determined to put an end to this phone call.

“Okay fine, I won't keep you any longer,” his voice was flat and with that, he hung up. 

A wave of guilt overcame me, glancing at the care package he had sent me. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I slumped back in my chair, the internal battle consuming me. 

As the clock struck 7, signaling the appointed time, I made my way onto the roof with Kendall's blazer draped over my shoulders to combat the chilly evening air.

I stepped onto the roof, and my eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of Kendall. And there he was, standing with his back to me, facing the skyline, with his phone pressed to his ear. His posture was tense, his shoulders squared.

I paused in my tracks, not wanting to intrude on his privacy, but unable to tear my gaze away. His voice, raised in frustration, echoed across the rooftop, drawing me in despite my best efforts to remain detached. 

“I have fucking earned it.” I flinched as he suddenly yelled. 

“Have I not proven myself to you time and time again.” As he spoke, his movements grew more agitated, his hands trembling slightly as he loosened the tie from around his neck.

“I gave up 5 fucking years of my life in Shanghai- for what.” Each word was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath. 

He let out a strangled sob, before sharply turning and throwing the phone across the roof. As the phone whizzed past me, missing me by a hair's breadth, I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. His anger was like a tempest, fierce and unrelenting, but as suddenly as it had erupted, it seemed to subside, leaving behind a shattered stillness.

"Harper," Kendall's voice trembled, filled with remorse as he took in the aftermath of his outburst. He stepped towards me, his shoulders slumped, the weight of his actions heavy upon him.

I couldn't bring myself to move, still reeling from the shock of the moment. But as Kendall drew closer, his eyes pleading for forgiveness, I found myself softening, the edges of my fear beginning to fray.

“Fuck– I'm sorry," he sighed, "I didn't mean to... "

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to keep my composure.

"Everything's falling apart," his words dripped with bitterness. "I've poured my heart and soul into this company, sacrificed so much, and for what? To be constantly overlooked, to have my efforts dismissed like it means nothing?"

I moved closer, reaching out a tentative hand to touch his arm, hoping to offer some small comfort, offering him a cigarette which he graciously accepted.

He shook his head, taking a drag, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "I'm tired of being treated like a child," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "I've worked tirelessly for this, I fucking get here when it's dark, I leave when it's dark, I haven’t taken a single day off in the past 5 years. It's a fucking joke."

“I’m sorry Kendall you feel that way, Kendall,” I nodded sympathetically, “But that's what the rest of us do as well, we work hard, we get results to earn a promotion.”

“I have earned this.” he clarified, his jaw tensing. 

“Earned it?” I snorted. “You were practically born into this company, you think it’s your birthright to become CEO.”

“I don't,” he flicked his cigarette into the bin.

“Yes, you do,” I argued

“No, I don't,” he snapped, his voice rising.

“Look,” I tried to reason with him, “I'm not saying that you don't work hard, maybe you're just not showing them how hard you're working. If you want to run this place, take some initiative, and show results. Don't just show up to the job expecting to become CEO because of your last name.”

“You're terrible at comforting people,” he said dryly.

“Do you want me to be like your yes men?” I cleared my throat to get into character, “Yes, Kendall! Go give us nothing! You'll become CEO someday! Everyone's just praying for your downfall!” I squealed, clapping my hands while simultaneously jumping up and down over-enthusiastically to mock him.

“Uh-huh,” he looked unimpressed, “funny. You're funny.”

“Thank you,” I bowed.

His gaze intensified, “Hey– uh are you okay?”He grabbed my cheeks, inspecting my face. He seemed to be more worried about me, than his phone that lay shattered in pieces. 

I put a hand over his to reassure him. “I’m fine, Kendall.” For some reason I let his hands linger for a moment, basking in the warmth. “But my list for HR just keeps getting longer and longer. Keep this up and you're looking at a million-dollar lawsuit.” 

He dropped his hands, shoving them into his pockets, “Yea well, if you weren't such fucking stalker, creeping up behind me, it could’ve been avoided.”

“I learned from the best” I nudged him, wriggling my eyebrows with a manic smile.

“I like the new look,” he gestured to his oversized blazer wrapped around me.

“Oh this old thing,” I shrugged, pulling it tighter around myself, “I stole it from some junkie on the street.”

“Oh yeah? Who knew junkies had such good style.” 

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, his demeanor serious now. “And to be honest, I can take it.” 

I nodded in response, anxiety pooling in my chest, wondering what was going to come out of his mouth next. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes, usually bright, now held a hint of sadness. The corners of his lips turned downward in a gentle frown.

I locked eyes with him, the tension hanging between us like a heavy fog. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, swirling faster than I could grasp onto any one thought. In just 24 hours, my feelings had been tossed and turned like a ship in a storm.

This morning, I despised Kendall. I recoiled from his touch, pushing him away with every fiber of my being. Keeping him at arm's length was second nature to me, a defense mechanism honed over months of keeping people out. I had perfected the art of the icy exterior, refusing to let anyone see what was lurking beneath the surface.

But Kendall was different. He refused to be deterred by my walls, chipping away at them with every smile, every touch. Despite my best efforts to push him away, I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

And now, as I stood before him, I felt the pull of his gaze like a physical force, drawing me in despite my better judgment. I blinked back at him, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of it all. 

“Did I do something to you? Because if I did, please tell me.” He searched my face for answers, “Last night everything was fine when I was just a stranger, it was nice. Talking to you was nice.”

His admission caught me off guard. Despite my attempts to push him away, he had enjoyed our time together. A flicker of doubt crept into my mind. Had I been too harsh? Had I let my past insecurities cloud my judgment. Maybe I had been too quick to judge Kendall, too quick to assume the worst. Maybe, just maybe, he was different. Maybe he deserved a chance. But pride, that stubborn beast, reared its head, urging me to maintain my defenses, to keep him at arm's length. Yet, beneath the layers of doubt and fear, a small voice whispered, urging me to let him in, to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Hate is a strong word,” I looked away from the intensity of his eyes, “I prefer distaste?”

“Can you be serious for a minute?” 

“Okay fine,” I met Kendall's gaze, searching for words. "I barely even know you, so I'm sorry that I'm not a bubble of sunshine," I admitted. "This is just me, this is just how I’m wired. I've just...I've been hurt before.”

His expression softened, a look of understanding dawning in his eyes. "I know," he reached out to gently grasp my hand. "But I promise you, I'm not him.”

He stepped forward, closing the distance between us. His movement was slow, deliberate as if he was crossing a fragile threshold, tiptoeing into the uncharted territory of my guarded heart. And then, his lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss that sent shockwaves rippling through my entire being. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the city beneath us fading into insignificance as I melted into him.

His touch was tender, reverent as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldn't find in that simple gesture. I could feel the gentle pressure of his lips coaxing me to surrender.

As he finally pulled away, breathless, I felt all my doubts slowly slipping away. I had spent so long guarding my heart against the possibility of pain, but right now, here with him, it didn't seem so daunting. I felt safe enough to temporarily lower my defenses and embrace his intoxicating touch.

Kendall's hands remained steady on my waist, anchoring me to him as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Are you gonna run away again?" he murmured. 

"Maybe.”

chapter 3

[ironvandyne]

For the tiger and bunny ask game!

2, 9, 11, and 20 :)

Damn four already?? Okay then! (i accidently deleted my draft while doing this, i hate my life 🧍‍♀️)

2. “Who are your top three favourite characters and why?”

Besides the obvious two (Kotetsu and Barnaby), my top three are going to be a quite unorthodox. It’d be Keith (Sky High),) Agnes and Lara (Magical Cat) for me. (Might change if I rewatch the entire show again for the onteenth time, I’m still new to T&B haha)

KEITH GOODMAN/SKY HIGH

OH MY LORD. This man is literally a precious soul, LIKE HE’S A DOG LOVER AND HAD A GOLDEN RETRIEVER??? SOLD. Also I find it cute and funny that he named his dogs John and JohnJohn. Dude has no naming sense whatsoever.

AGNES JOUBERT

I’m like the only Agnes fan on this site because man, she’s so fun. Like yeah, she’s a supporting character, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy her. She’s literally the producer of HeroTV and knows how to put up a good show. I enjoyed the times she got involved in the plot, kinda wish we got to see her do more. But anyhow, she’s literally a joy to watch.

LARA TCHAIKOSKAYA/MAGICAL CAT

Surprised a S2 character made it to this list but here’s the thing, I fucking love superheroes. But magical girls will always be my first love. So of course the cat-themed magical girl had to creep up on my list. Listen, T&B2 had it’s issues. But I did enjoyed Magical Cat’s arc with her mother and her dynamic with Dragon Kid. Her design is so cute by the way and I love her wand! Probably the only one I genuinely like out of all of the entire rookie trio (sorry Thomas and Subaru)

I also find it funny that water is her main ability when cats are known to dislike water.

9. “Favourite buddy duo?”

GOLDEN ROSE (Karina Lyle/Blue Rose + Ryan Goldsmith/Golden Ryan)

THESE ANNOYING BLONDES (affectionate), again besides from the obvious two. While they’re not my top favorites, their dynamic together is so mesmerizing. Ryan overall wowed me because I didn’t liked him really at first but he managed to be pretty cool once I got to T&B2. I like how they balance out from each other personality-wise. Also Ryan is pretty much the annoying older brother Karina wished she never had, its hilarious. Besides Golden Rose, Sky Emblem and Dragon Cat are another favorite duos of mine.

11. “Any characters you think could have been good friends if they had been given a chance?”

Maaaybe Lara and Kaede? They’re around the same age, I don’t see why they can’t be friends.

20. “What language(s) have you watched it in?”

I watched in Japanese first, then Spanish. Why Spanish though?? Here’s the thing, I’m Hispanic and literally was raised in a Dominican household. I did this for experimental purposes and also because I am trying to further my understanding in the language since I am taking Spanish classes at my school for my senior year. It was really good by the way, favorite voices had to be Kotetsu and Agnes (her’s was pretty close to her Japanese VA)

I might watch the English dub eventually.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 20 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Torin Frey

Smiling mischievously, I peaked up at my Robby to make sure he was still sound asleep.

Which he was, with his lips slightly parted and drool on his chin.

Looking nothing like the big bad Alpha everyone thought him to be.

Although sometimes, when he'd pretend to be that rough Alpha, I'd get all tingly and want him to do naughty things... like now.

Slipping my arm under the blanket, I rested my hand on his stomach.

He didn't stir, only continued to snore.

Scooting closer, I slid my hand lower, already wiggling some in my excitement.

If I work him up a bit, he'll take over and give me those good feelings I loved so much.

When my hand reached the band of his boxers, Robby grumbled something and buried his face in my curls.

My hand slipped under the fabric, finding exactly what I was looking for.

The feel of it in my hand was so familiar now, the large member could basically be my own... I already considered it mine.

Only I was allowed to see it, touch it, taste it.

I didn't tell Robby that though... it might hurt his Alpha male pride.

A few strokes and it had found its way out of his boxers, now standing proud under the cover.

My mate was still sound asleep, only his snores had lessened and his hips lifted with each stroke downwards.

My own pajamas were becoming a nuisance, so I let go of my mate long enough to strip without waking him.

I couldn't see my own naughty bits anymore, not with the bump.

It wasn't an issue though... Robby took care of them just fine.

Crawling under the blanket, I situated myself between my mate's legs and got to work on waking him up.

In no time he was groaning, hips flexing as I struggled to get more of him into my mouth.

Needy whimpers left my throat, my thighs already wet from my slick.

His hand found the back of my head and I knew he was finally awake.

I sucked harder in my excitement, knowing I'd get a treat soon.

"Fuck, Tory," Robby growled, lifting the blanket so he could watch me. I met his eyes, pulling off of him to smile innocently.

"Good morning, Alpha."

My mates eyes darkened, his hand finding my curls again.

I let him direct me back down to his length, my mouth opening to accept him.

His teeth clenched to suppress his moan, the grip he had on my curls tightening.

I moaned around him, making the big male shiver.

He was close, I could tell by how he dropped his head back and his eyes closed.

I would've gotten my morning treat if the bedroom door hadn't burst open.

Robby jumped from the interruption, my teeth grazing him accidentally and making him wince.

"They fucking took him."

I froze under the covers at the sound of my brother's upset voice.

"Uh... Calvin, not a good time dude."

"They stole my pup."

'Benji? Did someone take him?'

Crawling up the bed, I awkwardly poked my head from under the cover, quickly wiping my mouth as an afterthought.

Robby growled in annoyance, realizing we weren't going to finish anytime soon.

"They're not here. I looked everywhere. I even called the pack house but no one has seen them."

Calvin looked distraught by this, his eyes a little crazed as he stares at Robby as if he could magically pull them out of his ass.

"Who?" I asked, my mind still cloudy.

"My mates."

I raised a brow and Calvin paused, realizing what he'd just admitted.

"A little too late for that," Robby murmured and I slapped his arm.

"Have you tried calling them?" I asked, not wanting him to get any more worked up and do something stupid.

As he was prone to doing.

Calvin shook his head.

"I don't have their numbers."

'Figures. My brother has always been a freaking idiot.'

"I'll give them to you but..."

"But?" he asked, knowingly.

"But you have to promise me, not to be mean to them."

Calvin growled, earning one from Robby in response.

"They stole my pup."

"They're merely having a day out with their pup," I said, grinning at Calvin, who was silently going over his options.

He didn't have many.

"Fine. Whatever."

I went to jump up but Robby grabbed me, keeping me under the blanket.

Right, I was naked.

"Give us a minute... we'll meet you downstairs."

Calvin looked confused before his eyes widened and he just about ran out of the room.

Giggling, I looked to my mate who was holding back his own laughter.

His brows lifted suggestively and I squealed when he rolled on top of me, prepared to finish what I'd started.

********

Robby carried me down the stairs, not trusting me to go down them myself after I'd nearly tripped.

I didn't mind anymore, I just accepted it.

He'd been like this since we found out that I was pregnant.

At first, it was endearing, then it became annoying but now it's whatever.

My family was still crowding Calvin's home, talking loudly over each other as they discussed the recent events.

Mom had called grandma to vent about her oldest, not knowing they'd all show up within hours.

"Good morning bean," Tommy greeted, eyes still sleepy as he leaned against Jasper.

My brother-in-law already looked annoyed.

Calvin cut off my view of everyone, eyes watching me impatiently.

I sighed, pulling out my phone and going to my contacts.

"You should've paid more attention to mom when she talked to us about mates," I commented, taking extra long to find the numbers.

"If you did maybe you'd know that what you feel for then isn't the mate bond, that's all your doing. The bond only lets us know who we'd be most comfortable with."

My brother didn't say anything, only grumbled.

"Besides, you've already chosen your own partner and we all know how that turned out."

Before he could snap at me, I started reading out the first number.

I pray that the twins could find it in them to forgive my idiot brother once he gets his head out of his ass.

My nephew needed a complete home... one filled with all the love the little pup deserved.

The twins were perfect for that role... if only Calvin would realize that.

[the-resurrection-3d]

Rotating my latest luberto fic.... perhaps i should return to it. It's digital day tomorrow so I have a three-day weekend. I think my issue is that the style I'm trying to emulate and its pacing are just SO different from mine that I'm getting frustrated and feeling like it's bad simply because of that difference. I'm not leaning into what this style is actually good at evoking, if that makes sense.

Snippet under the cut so you see what I mean:

In his dreams he fights with his father over the stupidest things… the type of soda to drink… tickets to the opera… what is it this time?... no, no… that’s Luca’s desk… filled with papers… grades to be posted… a dissertation chapter to revise… yes, he knows what this is about now… but it’s his father’s face… what he remembers of him anyway… do you even remember his voice?… would you even remember his name, had you not made him your enemy?... or would it your shadow self?... is that what the shadow was?... Luca had been explaining it to him one day in the car ride home… but with the music on… and the wind whipping their ears… sometimes he admits he just… defocuses… listens in and out… but Luca doesn’t mind…

“Darling, you awake?”… something a little wet on his cheek… then another… behind his ear… a hand on his hand… a hand on his thigh… lips trailing down the back of his neck … then a squeeze on the soft corner of his hip… “Darling?” … Alberto pulls his face away from the plush green fur of his pet alligator… makes a little noise from high in his throat… “You were tossing and turning when I came in”… Luca’s soft voice… Luca’s soft hand under his white T-shirt… “Everything alright?” … Alberto makes another noise… a lower noise… drops his head back down… these dreams make him feel sluggish and stupid… like there are ants around his heart and molasses where muscles should be…

“Are you small right now, or just tired?”

…Alberto raises a hand and seesaws it… Luca chuckles… a warm puff of breath against the back of Alberto’s neck…

… small… like all the layers have been peeled back and the bruised seven-year-old, ten-year-old, two-year-old have peeked out to get their scrapped knees washed out and their tears wiped away… his whole body sensitive as an eye… any touch like violence, like love… but only Luca gets to see this side of him… the same way Luca was the first person to know both of his skins… aside from his dad, anyway… but his dad was human… his dad didn’t want to know…oh well… it doesn’t matter now…does it?

…Sometimes, not often, Luca will fuck him when he’s feeling small… always so gently, so carefully… kisses so soft they’re almost immaterial… apologies like confetti in the air… but it’s all a game, isn’t it?...

Luca raises his hand back up… “Do you want me to keep going?”… all Alberto has to do is give Luca his hand… though it’s tempting to stay still…go back to sleep… but for what?... in his dreams he’s always the one chasing, a slideshow of repackaged memories… from the beach to the reef to the train station to the tall winding staircase of their apartment…just repackaged memories…

It's like… his throat had nearly strangled the words… it’s like…Show me you’re not just doing this because I’m forcing it on you…

No, no, Alberto, that’s not…

And they had gotten over it… and still Alberto found himself there again last night…a scarlet stirring in his groin while Luca passed out on the couch… scooping Luca up and bringing him to bed before going to masturbate in another room… leaving Luca’s half-empty teacup on the floor… he’d wanted to sleep, too, after all…

[yeonjunszn]

so sick ! — 25

pairing: idol!lee heeseung x non-idol!f!reader

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

— SORRY FOR THE DELAY I WORKED ALL WEEK AND I WAS SO TIRED BUT ITS FINALLY HERE 😈 the moment we’ve all been waiting for 🥳 (everything is after the cut!)

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twenty five: october 30th (3.9k)

“y/n! y/n, wake up right now.” sumin’s voice rings in your ears. you crack an eye open, flinching at how close her face was to yours. she smiles widely and stands up straight. “great! you’re up. we’re gonna meet with the guys for breakfast so we can go over tonight’s game plan.”

you cover your mouth as you yawn, nodding in confirmation. she leaves the room so you can get ready. it takes about fifteen minutes and you find your roommates waiting for you in the living room. it isn’t much longer until you’re at the little cafe just outside of campus, the rest of your friend group sitting down inside. you seat yourself between ryujin and beomgyu, taehyun directly across from you.

“good morning, sunshine,” beomgyu grins, nudging your shoulder when you smile at him tiredly. “we ordered already and i got you your favorite.”

“you’re my hero.” you joke, poking his arm.

“alright, so what’s going on tonight?” hyunjin says, patting the surface of the table.

“do y’all have your costumes?” ryujin asks. everyone nods.

“i’m yoshi, right?” the bleach blonde asks. felix raises a hand in protest.

“no, what the fuck. i’m yoshi. you’re supposed to be toad. i bought the stupid onesie on amazon so it’s too late to switch.” he shakes his head, giving the waitress a tight lipped smile when she passes out the coffees.

“i bought one, too!” hyunjin complains. you sip at your iced coffee in mild amusement. “mine is the yellow one, though, cause they were sold out of green.”

“oh thank god, i did not wanna match with you. mine is green.” felix sighs in relief, leaning back into his chair. ryujin snorts, some of her drink splattering onto the table. sumin slaps a hand over her mouth before she starts laughing too loud.

“this is why i don’t like to be seen in public with all of you,” taehyun rolls his eyes. “now that that issue has been resolved, can we please move on?”

“yes,” sumin says between giggles, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “i actually have an important question for y/n.”

you set down your coffee and tilt your head to the side. “yeah?”

“the one thing we haven’t really discussed is the fact that this is siwoo’s party,” her lips curl downward slightly. “and well, you practically invited a date. what are you gonna do if he tries to talk to you?”

you swallow thickly, scratching the top of your head. you’d forgotten that your ex boyfriend was a party host. you’d also forgotten that while he was bringing along some friends, heeseung was technically considered a date. throughout the duration of your relationship, siwoo was the jealous type. (which was odd since he cheated on you, so there was no point.) if another guy so much as even blinked in your direction, he would lose his shit. you think it probably had to do with your politeness too.

because of this, you never told him about beomgyu’s feelings for you out of fear that he’d make you cut ties with your best friend.

and even though he was the reason you broke up, you couldn’t help but feel bad that you were inviting someone. to be fair, you and heeseung were just friends. sure, he made you smile at your phone like a schoolgirl with a silly little crush, but it wasn’t anything beyond that. and you weren’t even ready for something more anytime soon.

your friends take note of your silence and realize just how fresh the break up is in both your mind and your heart. they knew that the constant banter and smiles you showcased were just that, for show. your kindness would sometimes outweigh your true emotions. they understood that you didn’t want to put your own feelings first, instead caring about theirs and not wanting to be a burden. it was sweet of you, but they didn’t want you to suffer alone.

beomgyu pulls you into his side, exhaling through his nose when he feels your shoulders start to move up and down. it hurt them all to see you in so much pain, and it hurt even more knowing it had been bottled up this entire time.

“i’m so sorry, n/n,” sumin frowns. “i didn’t realize that you were still so upset over him. i didn’t mean to make you sad.”

you sniffle, hiding in beomgyu’s chest as you wipe your face to seem more presentable. “it’s okay, sum. you didn’t know. and to be honest, i didn’t either.”

ryujin rubs your back soothingly and that’s the end of that conversation.

as a performer, heeseung isn’t immune to getting nervous.

in fact, he’s almost always nervous. whether it be in the recording studio, on stage, or during a vlive. the thought that he’s being perceived by so many people is a bit scary to think about, no matter how grateful he is for the opportunity.

but no amount of time being an idol could prepare him for how nervous he was about tonight.

he texts you on an almost daily basis and talks to you every tuesday and thursday, yet for some reason, seeing you outside of class was terrifying. what if you took one look at him and figured out the front he’s put up? what if you took one look at him and saw just how infatuated he was with you?

this would be your first time seeing him without a mask for him to hide behind. it was like he was baring himself to you. so i guess you could say he had every right to be afraid.

“heeseung, what are we even gonna wear?” sunghoon raises an eyebrow, the other two 02z sitting on either side of him. “just because you’re gonna reveal yourself, doesn’t mean we are.”

“yeah i’d like to stay as inconspicuous as possible.” jay adds, laying back onto the bed, his arms behind his head. jake smacks his stomach and he bounces up, grunting. “what was the reason for doing that??”

“my intrusive thoughts, sorry.” the australian smiles, cupping his cheeks innocently.

“i hope jungwon brings maeumi over again and he pisses all over your shoes.”

“what the fuck jay. how could you say that to me?”

heeseung looks at the two younger males with disgust at their conversation and sunghoon bursts into a fit of laughter. “why are you acting like you haven’t said weirder shit before?”

“yeah heeseung, did you forget that you’re a literal stalker?” jay jokes, ignoring jake’s whining that ‘manifestation is a real thing and i’m gonna blame you if maeumi actually pees on my shoes in the future.’

“yah! why do you have to be so disrespectful to your hyung?” heeseung pouts. “besides, i am not a stalker. so please stop calling me that.”

“okay stalker.” sunghoon grins, running out of the room before the older can hit him.

“one of these days, i really am gonna reach my last straw and it’ll be all of your faults,” the green haired male sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “anyways. should we match costumes?”

“absolutely not.”

“no wait, that has the potential of being cool,” jake nods. “we could do like classic horror movie villains. y’know? like michael myers and jason voorhees.”

“jake there are four of us. what about the other two?” jay deadpans.

“wait let me think,” he says, holding up a finger. “jigsaw and ghostface! and it’s even better cause they all wear masks and their outfits are simple.”

“you should be jigsaw since you’re the shortest,” sunghoon teases, coming back into the room with a bowl of tteokbokki. “aww, imagine how cute jakey would look wearing a bow tie and riding around on a tiny tricycle.” the brunette’s lips turn into a thin line as he stares at the younger with unamusement.

“i am not wearing a fuck ass bow tie.” jay and heeseung start laughing at that, the boy looking about as intimidating as a puppy.

“me and jay should be michael and jason since we look best in mechanic outfits,” sunghoon suggests, fumbling a bit with his chopsticks as he tries to pick up some tteokbokki. “heeseung, you should be ghostface.”

“i’m down with that. ghostface is cool.”

“i’ll be jason cause it’s kinda funny if you think about it.” jay snorts, sticking his hand out to silently ask sunghoon to share.

“nah this isn’t fair,” jake throws himself back. “i don’t wanna be jigsaw!”

“pick someone else then. no one said you had to be him?”

“oh, what about chucky? no one will really recognize me with the makeup. and i’ll just wear some overalls.” his new idea has him excited again.

“pretty sure you dressed like him once during border : day one and 10 months promotions.”

“i’m going to kill you, jay.”

heeseung smiles to himself, glad that his friends seemed to be more excited for the party now. he felt bad about forcing them to come along, but he’d literally disintegrate if he went alone. he wouldn’t know the first thing about going to a party or how it works. (not that either of the 02z did either, but he’d rather be with people he knows than suffer all by himself.)

he blinks when he realizes that they now needed to go buy these costumes and figure out a way to sneak out of the dorm to the party.

you adjust the plastic tiara on your head with a slight frown. ever since breakfast earlier this morning, you felt yourself reeling. you thought you had been doing good pushing aside the pain of your breakup with siwoo, especially because you hadn’t cried once. (ignoring when you got in your car after finding out that he was cheating on you.)

you didn’t want to give the whole ordeal the time of day. he didn’t deserve your tears or your sadness. and even though hyunjin and beomgyu were right about the fact that he had always been an asshole, it didn’t hurt any less. he betrayed you. he betrayed your trust. and he expected you to just show up to this halloween party like everything was okay?

ryujin and sumin knock on the threshold of your door and you can see them through the reflection of your mirror. they immediately come over to hug you, squeezing you as tightly as possible between them.

“we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. i can always find another party to hit up.” sumin says, smoothing the back of your costume.

you take one look at how hot the three of you look in your princess outfits, tailored shorter to give them a sexier feel. you shake your head ‘no’. you give them a soft smile. “it’s okay. we look too good for me to not walk in like i own the place. i’m gonna show him what he missed out on. plus, i’m not gonna flake on heeseung, that’d be unfair.”

ryujin furrows her brows. “heeseung?”

“yeah? my english partner.” you tilt your head, confused as to why she was confused.

“oh! i don’t think you’ve ever told us his name.” she says. in her head, even his name sounds familiar. she’d have to reconvene with taehyun about it later.

the rest of your friends arrive at your apartment so you could all go to the party together and you have to admit that your matching costumes were really cute. even hyunjin and felix’s yoshi onesies looked adorable. beomgyu and taehyun’s fake mustaches accentuated their mario and luigi costumes. it made it easy to forget about your worries.

the seven of you pull up to siwoo’s friend’s house, where the party was being hosted, and you almost recoil at the amount of people flooding the place. you could hear the music out on the street and the house was so full, there were patrons spilling onto the front lawn. you supposed one of the pros of being rich was living in a neighborhood where the houses were spaced out.

before you go inside, you pull your phone out to text heeseung, letting him know you were already here. you also figured the service would be shitty since there were so many partygoers packed like sardines both up and downstairs.

you and your friends received so many compliments on your matching costumes, the praise helping a great deal with your nerves. the first stop you make is at the drink table, where sumin proudly serves each of you a cup of trash can punch. taehyun grimaces.

“after this, no more. i’m driving back remember?” he points a finger at her and she rolls her eyes.

“yes i know, grandpa.”

you giggle to yourself, sipping slowly at the drink in your red solo cup. you wince at the initial taste, which is more alcohol than punch, but you know you’ll get used to it. (though hopefully not anytime soon because you wanted to be somewhat sober when heeseung showed up.)

beomgyu sneaks in beside you and pats your back gently. “are you feeling better?”

“yeah! i am actually. i think i needed that cry this morning,” you respond, giving him a closed eyed smile in return. “thanks for letting me use your hoodie as a tissue, by the way.”

“it’s no problem. my hoodies are always here if you need another one.” he jokes.

“i cannot believe we’re actually doing this,” jay whisper-yells in the back seat of the uber. “if our manager finds out we’re dead meat.”

“it’s okay. jungwon, sunoo, and riki said they would cover for us if they needed to.” jake says, shifting uncomfortably on heeseung’s lap.

they didn’t want to risk being recognized by their uber driver, so all four of them sat in the back, the shortest member having to lap it. the eldest pinches the bridge of his nose.

“jake, can you stop doing that? my legs are asleep because you’re so fucking heavy.”

“i am not that heavy! if anything i weigh the least out of us all.” he gasps, offended by the comment. sunghoon snorts, holding in the laughter he so badly wanted to release.

as soon as you texted that you were at the party, heeseung and the rest of the hyung line set their escape plan in motion. they ordered an uber to pick them up down the street to avoid suspicion, sneaking out of the dorm as quietly as possible, without triggering the surveillance. sunoo and riki were their watch dogs as they did so, ready to alert them if they would be compromised.

though jungwon said he would bail them out if they got into any trouble, he didn’t want any part in their break out. so instead he was watching tv in the living room while the other two maknaes peeked out of the windows as if they were spies.

now here the four older members were, smushed in the back seat of an uber on their way to the party.

when the car rolls up in front of the house, the boys all but practically fall out, in a rush to stretch their legs and get fresh air. (which was a bit difficult thanks to their masks. ((aside from jake, who looked almost unrecognizable in his chucky costume.))

the aforementioned male looks up at the party venue and whistles. “damn why can’t we live in a house this big?”

“i would pick the room furthest away from all of you.” jay says, and because of his jason mask, they can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

“okay! let me text y/n and then let’s go in.” heeseung clasps his hands together, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his pants. he didn’t want to look stupid in the black dress that ghostface actually wears, so instead he just wore a black hoodie and black jeans.

when they finally make it inside, they’re met with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and marijuana, two of which being scents they were most definitely not used to. sunghoon gulps, leaning in so his friends could hear him better.

“this is like filming the drunk-dazed music video all over again…”

heeseung blocks out everyone around him, listening intently to see if he could find the person he came here for. it wouldn’t be the hardest feat to manage due to his exceptional listening skills. (and the fact that he had your voice burned into his brain.)

for a second he feels stupid for thinking that idea would work, but then he hears your laugh. his heart skips a beat at how melodic it is, still not used to hearing it so often. he spots you in the crowd along with your friends, watching as you excuse yourself from them, most likely to use the bathroom.

he knows it’s a bit creepy to follow you, but he wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. the boys are perplexed at first, since he walked off without a word, but they quickly realize he must’ve found you and decide to just enjoy the party for themselves.

you’re about five feet away from the bathroom when a hand grabs your shoulder, turning you to face them. your stomach twists when you see that it’s not heeseung, but siwoo, dressed in a pirate costume. he flips up his eyepatch and grins at you. “you came? i’m honestly surprised.”

“i’m with my friends.” you say simply, trying to cut the conversation short. he furrows his eyebrows at how dismissive you’re being. you’ve always been sweet to everyone, even when you’re upset with them. this was something he’d never seen from you before and he didn’t like it.

“why are you speaking to me like that?” his lips press together into a line, showing his distaste.

“i need to use the bathroom, siwoo. please leave me alone.” you sigh. you didn’t want to argue. not here. not now. not ever again. needless to say, you didn’t need to use the bathroom anymore.

“y/n, why do you suddenly think it’s okay to be disrespectful?” he refutes.

not much further away, heeseung can sense the tension coming from the two of you. and from what he could hear, he assumes that asshole was the ex that you told him about. knowing the kind of person you were, non-confrontational, he decides to step in for you.

“hey man, she asked you to leave her alone. it’s not any of my business but i’m not gonna let you talk to a girl that way.” the green haired male says firmly, inserting himself between you and siwoo.

the latter sizes heeseung up as best he can, but because of his mask, he doesn’t have much to work with. just that the difference in height was not worth the fight. siwoo narrows his eyes with a huff and walks away, muttering ‘whatever’ to himself.

you hold a hand to your chest and let out a sigh of relief. heeseung turns around and smiles at you, mentally face palming when he realizes you can’t see it.

“thank you for that, i really appreciate it.” you bow.

he laughs at how cute you are, even dressed like a ‘sexy’ princess peach. you were a cute person inside and out. (he honestly was just trying not to focus on the costume because it was driving him insane and he felt like he might explode from how gorgeous you were. it didn’t help that he was a nintendo fanatic.)

“y/n, it’s me. heeseung.”

“oh my god! i’m so sorry,” you gasp, laughing along with him. “you know, when i invited you, i was not expecting even more of your face to be covered up.”

he scratches the back of his neck and extends his hand. “actually, that’s something i wanted to talk to you about. but we need to be alone. can we go somewhere more private? i promise i’m not gonna kidnap you.”

you were curious about what he had to say, so you nod, accepting his hand and leading him to the bathroom you were going to occupy not too long ago. you lean against the counter, giving him a reassuring smile. “you sound nervous. is everything okay?”

“y/n, i’m not sure if you know this already, but i’m into you. i’m so into you that i’m here right now, about to make the riskiest decision of my life, yet it feels worth it for you. we’ve only known each other for a couple weeks, but it’s like i’ve known you forever. conversation flows so easily with you and i can truly be myself without being afraid that you’ll judge me,” heeseung exhales, fiddling with his fingers. “i know you just got out of a really long relationship and i know things didn’t end well, so i don’t expect you to feel the same. however, i needed to come clean before i do this. and i need to do this so you can find out from me firsthand.”

your heart beats a mile a minute, pounding so fast you think it’ll leap out of your chest. you weren’t sure how heeseung felt about you and now that you knew, you thought you might pass out. his confession wasn’t even the most confusing part, aside from blindsiding you. what was it that he so desperately needed to do?

he takes a deep breath when your eyebrows knit together and reaches for the bottom of his ghostface mask, pulling it up anxiously. he catches his reflection in the mirror behind you, using his free hand to ruffle his disheveled hair.

your eyes widen at the sight before you and suddenly everything clicks in your head; why he always wore a face mask, why he always wore hats, the reason your partners were given so discreetly. he wasn’t just someone who happened to be named lee heeseung.

he was the lee heeseung — enhypen’s ace.

his green hair and kind eyes pair up to the pictures you’ve seen of him on twitter perfectly, and you weren’t prepared for how handsome he was in person. in fact, you weren’t prepared to learn that ‘cute mysterious boy’ from english had been a kpop idol this entire time. you felt a little slow for not connecting the dots sooner.

“please say something.” he says, noticing your silence and your shock.

“i— i don’t know what to… i’m a bit— uh— i’m a bit overwhelmed right now,” that was an understatement. “i’m trying to wrap my head around this.”

he runs a hand through his messy hair and sighs. “i wasn’t supposed to tell you my identity. i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, for the sake of my privacy at school. the only person who knew was our professor, which is why he’s been so accommodating, but i couldn’t lie to you. it felt wrong. and my members thought you’d be a good exception.”

you half-smile at that, even though your brain was still processing this all. “thank you for telling me, heeseung. it must’ve been so hard to go against the rules for me, but it means a lot that you wanted to be honest with me.”

“in general, you make me want to be the best version of myself that i can be, y/n. i think you have that effect on people.” he laughs nervously.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down briefly when a thought crosses your mind. you glance back up at heeseung. it might not be the brightest of ideas, but there was so much more you needed to discuss, and a bathroom at a party was not the place to do it. “do— do you wanna get out of here for a bit?”

he grins, that signature heeseung grin that you’ve dreamt of seeing without a mask to hide it, and your stomach flutters with butterflies. “yeah. i’d like that.”

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Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

[redorich]

A favorite trope of mine has always been- getting to see another person’s past. Is it some kind of judgment thing by a higher power? Something like Freeze Day from SCTFOE? Person trapped in a nightmare and their nightmare is being projected? Who knows. All that’s important is after months of healing, some of the Hermits get to see exactly what Tommy went through. It shows short clips of him before being happy, the rise and fall of Manburg, Wilbur going insane, the festival, the withers, all of it. Just short clips of these things though. The last clip of the SMP is just Dream’s mask outlined by his green hood saying, “you’ll stay here alone with just me until you learn to be quite and respectful and not fight those who are in power over you. Even if you have to stay out here *forever*.”

This turned into a whole drabble smh xD

((btw @give-grian-rights helped me so thank you))

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The remaining hermits aren’t sure what happened. They have no way of knowing. There was a witch involved, Cub thinks, but what their fallen friends must have done to piss her off to the point of getting cursed is beyond their ken. Among those laid out are Cleo, Grian, Xisuma, Zedaph, and Tommy.

Scar and Cub work their Vex magic together to figure out that their friends are trapped in their worst memories. (Etho calls it a Demonic Hell Viewing Illusion, and False smacks him upside the head for the Naruto reference.) Holding hands with a victim pulls you in, but that’s what they’re counting on. Joe’s already wading through Cleo’s nightmare before anyone gets the chance to ask, and Impulse and Tango aren’t far behind doing the same for Zedaph. However, it doesn’t work for Grian, Xisuma, and Tommy; they were found already holding hands. They must have figured something out about the curse before they succumbed to it. All the hermits can do for them, for the time being, is hope.

Tommy, Grian, and Xisuma wake to the smell of sulphur and smoke. The ground is orange and littered with bullets. Grian grabs Tommy’s hand, and Xisuma grabs a discarded rifle. Tommy points his finger up at the top of a mound of scrap metal and dead bodies. There’s a nether portal, except the obsidian is whiter than quartz. That's where they have to go to get out of here.

All around them, demons lurch and shriek and hiss and all sorts of unholy behavior, bodily flinging themselves at the trio as though they know none of them can take the men on their own, and that just by dogpiling them all one of them will get lucky. Xisuma instantly snaps into a professional mode, the way he sometimes does when he's killing zombies but they keep social spawning. He takes up the lead with machine gun fire and grenades, carving a path through the crowd. Grian takes up the rear with a handgun. Neither Xisuma nor Tommy ask why Grian is so comfortable with a gun. They've got more pressing issues.

An imp gets lucky. It's just enough to crack the visor of Xisuma's helmet, and the imp instantly gets mowed down.

"I can't see," Xisuma rasps through gritted teeth.

"Then take the helmet off," Tommy says, cleaving through an enemy with a sharp piece of scrap metal. Grian breathes in sharply. As far as Grian's aware, Xisuma always wears his helmet.

Xisuma goes quiet for a second. "I suppose you've got a point."

The helmet gets dropped to the ground and demon limbs shuffle it away. They don't have time to look at Xisuma's wild brown hair, his purple eyes, the burn scars on his jaw.

They make it to the portal all in one piece. Xisuma takes one last wistful look at the Martian hellscape, then takes his friends' hands. They step through the portal together.

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They step out of the portal into the foyer of a high school. Grian's eyes shutter.

"We'll be headed toward the roof, I believe," he says, staring dully through the spectre of a broken, bloody man holding a rope.

Tommy latches onto Grian's clammy hand to ground him as the three ascend stairs and traverse the dark, winding hallways. The ghost follows them. It isn't like Ghostbur-- it's, well, not vengeful, but it's not kind. The man named Gareth keens about Grian's sins, about a boy named Taurtis who Gareth hates, about mafia and yakuza, about his poor wife Jane.

On the last set of stairs, Gareth makes a wailing remark that causes Grian to bodily flinch. Tommy doesn't even know what the ghost said (he wasn't listening).

"Fuck off," Tommy says, "you're the shittest ghost I've ever met. Even my brother could..."

He trails off. This is not the way to fix things for Grian. On a hunch, he reaches into his pocket. Of course the object he's looking for is in there; it's his brother's coat.

He holds the object out to the ghost. "Have some blue."

Gareth warily takes it, dropping his rope. It floods periwinkle, then cyan, then dark royal blue. A weight seems lifted from the ghost's shoulders as he clutches the blue, mutters something about Jane, and leaves.

Tommy takes Grian's hand, then Xisuma's, and they go through the door to the school's rooftop together. They halt as one. The portal is there. Standing between them is a boy maybe Tommy's age, with a corpse at his feet.

"Sam," Grian whispers. "Taurtis."

The standing boy smiles, eyes obscured by a purple mask with a rectangular symbol on it, and flexes bloody wings. The corpse on the ground has blood all over its back, where wings once were, and broken headphones around his neck.

"Man, Grian, you really held out on me," Sam says. "This Watcher power really is something else--"

Sam topples over backward. His body hits the ground in front of the portal. Xisuma lowers his gun.

"He looked like bad news," Xisuma says.

Grian grimaces. "He was. Come on, let's go."

They once again step into the portal.

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“Do you want to be a hero, Tommy?” Technoblade roars, “Then die like one!”

Their paltry little group of three gets no chance to take in their surroundings, to see what’s going on and where they need to go. All they can process is the legendary PvP champion, acolyte of the Blood God, Technoblade, unleashing Withers upon what once might have been a town.

Tommy yanks them into cover. “I don’t know where the portal is,” he hisses.

Grian squeezes his shoulder. “We’ll find it.”

Explosions rain hellfire down upon them from all angles-- not just the Withers, but TNT buried in the ground. They’re so close, they can see the man who set it off. And he must have, because he’s yelling about it, yelling about his L’Manberg and his unfinished symphony and begging his father to kill him. He’s wearing Tommy’s coat--

Bile rises in the back of Grian’s throat. Tommy wears his brother’s coat.

Tommy’s eyes are glued to the gleaming diamond sword that Wilbur gives to his father. He watches his brother die all over again, and he knows where he must go. He turns his back on his broken family and breathes.

“We need to go to the Nether,” he says. They nod.

The black portal is across the battlefield. They come across corpses more than once on their way, but ignore them. They can’t afford not to.

In the Nether, there is a rickety, dangerous pathway with no rails, made of cobblestone and obsidian and oak logs. Manic-depressive ravings on signs proclaim the path as the road to Logstedshire. Piglins try to knock them off to no avail, and ghasts blow up the bridge behind them as they run. On the other side of the Logstedshire portal is... actually not a hellscape, as Grian and Xisuma have come to expect, but a little village encampment. Nothing is blown up, nothing is amiss, except Tommy himself. And, of course, the figure they spot after they catch Tommy staring at it.

It’s Dream. The up-and-coming famous speedrunner who Grian faintly recalls killing once in MCC, which was apparently a big deal. The man approaches, and Grian realizes where he recognizes the mask from. It’s the same one that Tommy wears.

“Tommy,” Dream says conversationally, “items in the pit.”

Tommy’s hand wavers, reaches up to unclasp his chestplate, but Xisuma’s hand on his shoulder stops him.

“No,” Tommy says.

“No?” Dream parrots incredulously. “You know the rules. It’s for your own good. Armor in the pit. Tools in the pit. Friends in the pit.”

They all gasp, though for different reasons. Tommy’s eyes narrow. “Friends in the pit? You’ve never said that one before.”

Dream’s head twitches. “Friends in the pit. Friends. In the pit.”

The man’s voice is deeper than Tommy remembers. Something seems to resolve within Dream’s behavior, yet he keeps twitching. “You’re in exile, Tommy, you don’t need. Friends. I’m all you need. You were doing so good. I thought you learned to behave. I’m all you need. You don’t need friends.”

What happened to the eloquent poison that used to drip from Dream’s tongue like honey? He sounds like a broken record. All at once, Tommy staggers under the weight of the realization that this isn’t Dream. Somewhere underneath that horrible man that abused him is the real Dream, trapped in his own body and watching the dreamon that possessed him hurt his friends.

Xisuma’s gun makes an appearance again, but Tommy holds up a hand in a silent request for the admin to hold his fire. Tommy grabs Dream by the shoulders, removes Dream’s mask and then his own so that he can look the man in the eyes. “I know you’re in there, Dream. When I get out of this nightmare, I’ll save you. I swear it on my discs.”

Dream’s face twitches erratically. The movement spreads to his whole head, neck jerking. He raises straight up into the air, higher and higher, then explodes into a shower of items and no body. A white portal shimmers into existence.

“What the hell was that?!” Grian demands.

Tommy grins, taking the man’s hand and leading him to the portal. “I’ve got a friend to save.”

Grian snarls. “Tommy, he abused you. He’s not your friend.”

“That wasn’t Dream. It was a--”

“Dreamon,” Xisuma breathes.

Tommy nods. They walk through the portal together, and when they wake, holding each other close, they know they’ve got a mission. They can do it.

[chuckbass-love]

Hi! I know you only just posted it but would it be possible to request 33&36 from the prompts with Ransom please?❤️

A/N: Thank you for your patience on this one, i really hope when you read it that it was worth the wait. Also thank you for requesting in the first place, it means a lot that people ask me to write fics for them.

Prompt #33: "Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic"

Prompt #36: "You'd better watch your fucking mouth"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut! Unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, swearing, daddy kink, implied alcohol consumption and use of the word slut/degradation. 18+ everyone....

Word Count: 2,191

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Your Filthy Addiction

Five more minutes, you’re going to give that arrogant son of a bitch five more minutes before you toss the food you’d made earlier. You’ve spent all dam day slaving away in that kitchen of yours to make sure Ransom had a decent home cooked meal to come back to after a long day working with Harlan, and what does he do? He doesn’t even show up.

You might love him but if you didn’t get annoyed at least once a day with him then life wouldn’t be right. He’s always doing something to mess you around.

And today is testament to that, it’s testament to the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t help but let you down. Maybe now you’ve had enough of sitting idly by and letting him walk all over you.

So when he eventually stumbles into the house, his tipsy state as clear as day, your cage is well and truly rattled.

“Where the hell have you been?” you snap, standing in front of him with your hands placed firmly on your hips as you take in his flustered cheeks. He’s very drunk indeed, probably due to the bottomless Jameson supply at the bar across town.

You’ve tried your hardest for years ever since the night you first met Ransom to help him with his obvious drinking problem but to no avail. And now you see why your solutions to his problems never worked, it was because despite his constant complaining about said problems, he loves having just a tiny bit of conflict in his life. Mostly with his good for nothing family who only treat him like dirt. But he gives as good as he gets, always has and always will.

“I was just out with Harvey” the way his shoulders move up as he shrugs only seems to bother you all the more. His lack of care for his actions have always created issues for your relationship but this takes the cake.

To some, your pouty and bratty behaviour may seem pathetic and unnecessary, but to you it’s more than him missing dinner. It’s about the fact that he always seems to let you down, over and over.

“Oh so you prefer his company over mine then? Because i made us a lovely meal so that we could eat together after a week of not being able to and this is the thanks i get? For my so called boyfriend to be swanning off with the master of one night stands” your voice is low, your stare dark and angry, your stance even more so and he can definitely see how badly he’s fucked up.

However, if you know Ransom well enough, then you can certainly see his change in attitude coming a mile off.

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth” he barks, his finger pointed directly in your face as he stalks closer to you. You find yourself stepping back, intimidation controlling you.

“Or what? You gonna make me? Judging by the way you’ve been acting you don’t have a leg to stand on” you say matter of factly as you shake your head in disgust at his nerve. How dare he boss you around when he’s the one who’s been out of line all this time.

“Maybe i will” he pokes his chin out as he stands tall, hands by his sides. He looks awfully confident as he inches closer. His index finger slips underneath your chin as he forces you to look directly into his menacing eyes.

You feel your breath catch in this moment. The knowledge of him doing whatever he wants to do to you just because he can is causing your entire body to shiver with anticipation. Despite how he makes you feel sometimes, you’re a sucker for him and everything he does.

He says jump, you say how high.

“What?” you murmur, wanting him to use his words just like he always makes you do.

“I said, maybe i will make you. Bet you’d love that, slut” you wince at the horrid nickname. It’s moments like these when you always try your hardest to avoid thinking about how his degradation of you makes you feel, your mind is objecting but your body is giving him the green light.

How is that?

How does he always manage to do that?

Must be some kind of mind control as you absentmindedly follow him through to the kitchen, his hand barely holding onto your own.

Before you can even make sense of things, he pushes you over the kitchen counter forcefully.

His hands splay across your ass cheeks as he lifts your dress up, bunching it at your waist before yanking your ruined panties down your bare legs. Next thing you know his fingers are toying at your dripping wet hole.

“Would ya look at this...you can try all you like to act up sweetheart, but you and i both know why this cunt of yours is soaked”

There he goes again, spewing filth to get you to give up the jig. You know you have to remain strong and stable but it’s so hard to do that when he....wait! Is he inserting his fingers? Fuck, they are so thick inside of you and two already? He must be a mind reader to know how this makes you feel, he must know what gets you keening because now here you are pushing back on them like a needy little brat.

“Pushing back on my fingers already? How pathetic” he tuts, his tone mocking as he chuckles a little. Still, his fingers remain as they twist and turn inside of you, scissoring you open before he adds a third.

Fuck, this is delicious torture. The man you’re supposed to be mad at but you can’t bring yourself to be when he makes your body feel so good.

The undeniable and powerful pleasure that he provides is just too good to quit. You could never let him go even if you actively tried to which by the way, you’ve attempted it a hundred times at least.

But every time you try he just lures you back in with his sexual prowess, his high libido and those dashing good looks. His sweet talk isn’t too bad either.

When will you ever learn to strengthen yourself up and walk away? Because he’s never going to change but oh shit, the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out rapidly is enough to cause the coil in your stomach to tighten one last time.

You move to meet his fingers, hips gyrating in circular motions slowly as you reach your hand between your legs.

Of course he pushes you hand away, insisting on using his own. His thumb presses down on your pulsating clit and the breathy groans that are escaping him let you know that he can sense your impending orgasm.

“Come on, baby. Cum for daddy” he urges, rubbing firm circles on you clit as his fingers curl inside of you, pushing against that spongy spot deep within. The one that will have you seeing stars in, 3...2...1.

“FUCK RANSOM” you scream out, hands gripping the kitchen counter so hard that it turns your knuckles white, his fingers continue to drive into you over and over as he rides you through your intense high.

“That’s my girl, just like that. Let go, baby” you can hear the smirk in his voice, the smugness he feels knowing that yet again he’s prevented you from walking away.

He’s convinced you to stay just by pleasuring you with his filthy touch, his sinful thick digits.

You may be weak, but with a man this good, a man capable of making your pretty little pussy cum over and over, why would you want to be anything else?

As soon as you come down from the high, you stand up, straightening your posture as you turn around to face him. The proud look covering his face lets you know that it’s all a game to him.

You pull your dress back down so that it’s covering up your modesty before pulling your panties up.

“What’s wrong, sad eyes?” he pokes, his hands resting either side of the counter, caging you in.

“You know what. You can’t just keep using sex to keep me around, Ransom” you huff in defeat, bothered by your lack of strong will.

“Sure i can, and what’s more, you’re gonna enjoy it too” he raises his eyebrows as he spins you back around, keeping your back arched by yanking your head backwards.

Every inch of your skin turns to gooseflesh as he trails his finger down the curve of your back before reaching your tail bone and pushing your dress up. He undoes the belt around his slacks before popping open the button and slipping them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection from its tight confines.

He slips your arousal covered panties to the side before smothering his eager red tip in your mouth watering pussy juices. Once he catches on your entrance he slams inside of you, but before you can jerk forward he hooks his arm into both of yours as he holds them behind you firmly.

You can never leave him, even if you truly wanted to, you’re stuck in an ongoing loop of orgasms and rough sex.

A frantic whimper slips off your tongue as his pace now renders on animalistic, hard and fast, just the way you both like it.

Of course the real pleasure comes from the slow and hard thrusts, the ones where he gently pokes at your g spot as he lays on top of you. Your legs wrapped around him, his face in the crook of your neck. But now is not the time for gentle and slow, now is the time for rushed and needy.

He’s desperate to achieve that orgasm just as much as he is to provide one for you. To feel your legs shaking as your head lulls back to rest on his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head, it’s something he can never and will never get enough of. The way your walls are clamping down on him right now should be illegal as he can feel his balls tighten with the impending release.

“Fuck. Keep tightening those walls baby, let yourself go. Just. One. Last. Time” his voice desperate as his breathing turns ragged, matching yours. Your chest starts to rise and fall before your head falls back to rest on his chest just like he loves. He can feel your entire body tremble in his hold as he loosens his grip and pushes you over the counter.

“Gonna fucking cum, deep inside of this pussy. Gonna fill you up with my cum, baby” he growls, his voice deeper than before. He’s so painfully close, as are you.

And as you flutter around him one last time, he spills his load inside of you, causing you to stand up onto your tip toes with your head pressed into the marble counter.

He paints your walls with thick white ropes before twitching as he slows down his thrusts, then he stills his hips.

All that can be heard in this kitchen is heavy panting before the sound of your pussy squelching as he pulls out distracts you. He pulls his slacks back up, making quick work of his zip, button and belt whilst you toss your panties into the hamper by the laundry room and pull your dress back down before heading up to your bedroom.

New panties are a must.

“Now do you get it?” he asks, leaning on the open doorway to your room and causing you to turn and face him once your fresh panties are on.

“Get what?”

“Your mine and you always will be, until i say otherwise” he states, shocking you.

“I’m not your property, Ransom”

“Oh but you are, those soaked panties in that hamper prove it. So get used to it, because you’re never leaving me, especially not now”

You’re well and truly fucked... held captive by his intoxicating smell, intimidating demeanour and his undeniable skills in the bedroom.

Guess you should have known from the day you first met Hugh Ransom Drysdale that you’d never make it out alive if you were to run.

But the real question is, do you even want to leave him? He’s everything you detest but still you stay and continue to crave more of him.

And the answer to that question would be no, no you wouldn't want to leave.

He may be a prick, an arrogant asshole and a cocky son of a bitch but he is an addiction...your filthy addiction, and you wouldn’t have it or him any other way.

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[noritoshiikamo]

worth my time

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: porn (is fingering enough to call it porn??) without plot ish??? tags//warning: established relationship // slight smut???, fingering, emotional drained reader, reader dated character but then forced into arranged marriage and doubt the whole rs note: unedited, lowercase intended, just me and my nori brainrot dont mind the plotholes and everythingn, its not accurate according to the manga/anime like i just wanna feed myself and i haven't write in ages pls sent some ideas so i can get my lazy brain going, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it  directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

“how long have you known?”

noritoshi shrugged, bringing the cup of tea to his lips. the way he took time to answer her question drove her mad. “noritoshi, how long?” her voice strained. “would it make any difference if i’d known today or 10 years ago?”

her eyes shot wide opened, “10 fucking years?”

a small smile appeared on his lips as he lowered the cup, “hypothetically.” she grabbed one of the pillows from the pile on the bed and threw it to his face, embedded with what little left of her jujutsu power. they have been going on for hours and she was clearly too stubborn to let it go. it was clearly weak; he dodged it with a flick of his wrist switching the pillow’s trajectory. “you’re a fucking asshole,” she gritted through her teeth, falling on bed as wave of anger and sadness crashed through. “you think i wanted an arranged marriage? you think i like having every aspect of my life set since i was a child and scrutinized? i’m a bastard sitting on a throne. unlike you gojou clan, i had it much worst.”

she pulled her hair, fighting the tears that was already streaming down, “it’s not a competition. we are in the same school, i sat next to you for years and you’re telling me you have no idea that i’m your future wife, bullshit!” her eyes flickered as she threw the next close thing within her power’s vicinity; a vase. something hit the vase midway, breaking it into ashes and she watched as a drop of blood stained the floor. he broke it with his power. “you can throw every single thing in this room, y/n, but it doesn’t stop the fact that we are already married.” it was that one sentence that completely broke her. falling on her knees, she let a cry out, clutching on her chest as she cried to her heart’s content. this can’t be happening to me, no, no, no, her mind echoed as she forced herself to surrender to the fact that they are married. it’s not something easy to undo. it pained him to see her like this, but his wife needs to understand that he could do nothing about it. she cried for what seems to be like hours, the sleeves of her yukata wet from the tears and sweat. she fell on the floor to her knees, resting her body against the bed before finally looking up to meet her husband’s eyes. he could see defeat in her tired eyes. “we dated each other,” she sniffled, “was that real or was it just you scouting for your future wife?” her words sound like venom to him “i know you won’t believe me, but it was real. i would still marry you even if the marriage isn’t arranged.” noritoshi stood up, his barefoot echoed on the floor as he walked to his weakened wife. her body was hot, he suspected the skipping (refusing to eat) meals, raging and throwing tantrums after another had put her body in so much stress. he reached for the sash, trying to undo her yukata and she freaked out. grabbing his wrist, she shook her head, “what are you doing?” she asked shakily. “would you listen to me for once? you need a cold shower, you’re burning up, it would help.” she stopped fighting. his tone was a mixed of annoyance and tired. dating him made her realized that noritoshi has a high level of patience; but not right now. letting go of his wrist, she slipped the yukata off her shoulder herself, whined about how she disliked cold shower below her breath. he wore a small smile as he hoisted the naked girl up. it’s a small victory on noritoshi the husband, he’ll savor it for now. 

the girl kneeled on the floor of the shower as noritoshi slowly ran the shower head slowly up her body. her arms wrapped tightly against her chest; she cursed every time the cold water reached new part of her body. ignoring the fact that his yukata was getting wetter, he kneeled behind her and let her rest her back against his chest. with the shower gel, his body froze every time she whined at his touch. something about the way she whined under his touches made him weak. he wants to kiss her stupid face so badly. “it’s cold,” she mumbled, her eyes closed as he ran his palm against her stomach. he pressed a kiss on the side of her face, “better?” he asked as his hand travelled lower. her eyes widened. he continued his kisses, down her jawline and her neck, bruising every spot as his fingers traced a lazy circle on her clit. she moaned out a throaty yes. he continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ears, promises of how he would take care of her, how he’s going to be a perfect husband, how she would be a perfect wife, how they’ll live happily together. she nodded her head in delirium, the pleasure of his fingers had her grinding her back on his crotch and emptying her thoughts. she could barely think straight. “tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, slipping a finger inside, “i can take care of you, baby,” her eyes rolled back, his words were not helping, it was just pure gasoline thrown into a burning fire. “nori, i want to cum,” she muttered, clutching desperate on the now two fingers. she felt his warm breath on the crook where her shoulder meet her neck, his fangs brushing threateningly against the sensitive skin. “open your mouth,” he urged, she whined at the lost feeling of his lips on her neck. she felt something dripping between her lips, his thumb brushing the lower lip. it painted her lips red. it tasted metallic, almost like a blood. it was his. he watched in satisfaction as his blood marking appeared on her right eye. he can control her blood, heightened her senses, throwing her body’s sensitivity off the wall, driving her off the edge with every spot of her body he touches; it sends pleasure twice as much. it wasn’t long until her velvety wall spasmed around his fingers. her body jolted forward; her shaky hands pressed against the wet tile preventing her from falling face first as orgasm washes out. she could barely make any noises, her throat was so dry, she felt like it might bleed.   she won’t deny that the orgasm eased her pain, but she would deny if he dared brought it up; he would not get the pleasure of knowing she enjoyed that.

his palm brushed against her thigh, causing her to look up. he raised his eyebrows in question which she brushed it off with a nod. she grabbed his hand and steadied herself up.

“i’m okay,” she voiced out.

he undressed, continued their shower from square one. they’ve done this before; sharing shower after mission washing blood off each other but this time, it feels different. she sighed at the pleasure, letting her hands rest against his toned chest. we are married, the sentence echoed in her mind as he massaged the shampoo on her head. never ever she thought that this is how she’ll be married. it’s not like she dreamed of a huge wedding. he did throw a small gathering, respecting her boundaries and her anxiety but everything just moved so fast. her parents are dead, her only remaining family is satoru, a distant cousin who finds it a no issue for her to marry her boyfriend. it is not an issue for her to marry noritoshi kamo, she loves him so much, but not like this.   she wished she had more choices in this.   he hummed a song, a habit of his that he caught from his mother, a lullaby his mother always sings. she wanted to hate him so much, for befriending her, making her fall in love with him and then forced her into a marriage. but when she opened her eyes and stared up into his, to see such loving look in his eyes, it weakened her. her heart is a wreck. “why do you do this to me?” she whimpered, slamming her fist into his chest. he refused to answer.

she was tired of his silence.

he turned the shower off, opening the glass door letting waft of cold air out. he left to fetch her towel and she stalked toward the nearby mirror. “how long until the thing wears off?” she asked when she caught a glimpse of herself. she reached to touch the blood marking on her eyes. he wrapped the towel around her body, hugging her from behind and through the foggy mirror, he brushed his thumb on her cheek, whispered something she couldn’t catch as the mark subsided.

“this doesn’t change the fact that i’m mad at you.”

he laughed it off, “i didn’t say it does. you always feel better post orgasm, you know how i know it?” he kissed her temple, eyes burned into hers, “because i dated you.”

her teeth gritted in annoyance.

“you think if i dated you to scout my future wife, i wouldn’t waste my time learning how your body responds to me, the way you yearn for me,” a kiss fell on her neck, “learn how well you control your shikigami and goes through lengths to teach you how to use my bow,” another kiss went up her jaw, “teach you my own blood techniques because god, why jujutsu needs to be such an exclusive thing,” arms went around her waist, “worried sick every single time utahime send you off for a mission, taking care of your wounds, being there to catch your reckless ass,” his breath lingered on her ears, “completely falling in love with you wholeheartedly for 3 years. i’d abandoned my father’s choice. you are arranged to be my wife, on my own accord. i choose you. you weren’t my father’s choice, but even in million years, even if sukuna’s vessel reincarnated again and again, even if the world split open and sent you miles away, even if i’m not the head of kamo clan,” his hand grabbed her chin, hard and forced her to meet his eyes, his words send shivers down her spine, “i would still choose you.”

she’s completely putty in his hand. she let out a soft whine as his body abandoned her, his warmth gone and came the cold biting her bare skin. her eyes followed the back of the man as he stalked to the wardrobe leaving the girl alone to ponder on his words.

“now, wouldn’t it just be a waste of my time, my wife?”

[thefanficmonster]

What's It To You?

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: To some people, relationship labels aren’t important. To some they aren’t important only in theory. Well, Y/N finds out she falls in the later category, leading to a falling out with her boyfriend Corpse.

Requested by Anon. You’ll know who you are when you read the fic 😉 Thank you for the ‘angsty argument’ request. I hope I captured what you had in mind and I hope you enjoy the read. Love, Vy 🥰

The time is nearing 7PM and Corpse has barely eaten anything. I always keep track of his meals and time spent in front of a computer screen, making sure he doesn’t spend too much time exhausting his eyes or starving himself. He never notices he’s hungry until he takes a bite of something and his appetite grows in  matter of seconds. The real battle is to get him to take that first bite.

I get up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. I open the fridge, scanning its contents for any ideas that might pop into my head for dinner. When nothing comes to mind, I resort to my last option - asking him. There’s only a slight chance he’ll be of any help. He’ll most likely say he’s not hungry or that he’ll make himself something late. He never does. I’ve gotten used to him being a man-child when it comes to eating. In the eleven months that we’ve been dating, I’ve force fed him more times than he has eaten on his own terms.

I go upstairs, stopping outside the door to his recording room to see if he’s talking to someone so I don’t walk in and interrupt. When no noises come from the inside I knock. 

“Come in.“ 

Upon opening the door, I’m met with Corpse nonchalantly sitting in his desk chair, leaning as back as he can without tipping over. Arms folded behind his head, legs stretched out in front of him. The whole nine yards, suggesting that he not streaming.

“Hey.“ He greets me as he turns his chair a bit in an attempt to face me

“Hey, what’d you like for dinner?“ He opens his mouth to reply the millisecond after I have spoken my question. I already know what that reply will be so I hurry to prevent it, “And no, ‘later’ and ‘I’m not hungry’ aren’t on the menu.“

He sighs, shaking his head as though he’s disappointed that I caught onto his game. The smile that slowly makes its way to his lips, however, suggests that he appreciates my concern. “Grilled cheese sandwiches? I mean, if you feel like it.”

I smile, relieved that the usual convincing portion of our interaction on this specific matter has been avoided. “Ok. Be down in fifteen then.” I give him a nod before heading back out into the hallway.

Before I am able to close the door, I hear someone else’s voice come from behind me. “Hey Corpse, was that on your end?”

Oh shit, he wasn’t muted

“Yeah man, sorry. Accidentally unmuted myself.“ Corpse sounds unbothered by this, but I am a little uneasy now.

Corpse and I have agreed to keep our relationship by a ‘won’t ask, won’t tell’ rule - if someone asks him if he’s in a relationship, he won’t lie and say no, but we haven’t gone public nor do we plan on doing so without someone asking us about it head-on. Well, not us. Him. His friends don’t know me and neither do his fans. I’m not in the same industry. I don’t stream nor film YouTube videos. The most I do for that platform is help Corpse with some editing when he needs to have a rest. So, if anyone were to reveal our relationship, it’d be him.

“Oooh, who was that?“ A girl’s voice asks teasingly. “Corpse, what are you not telling us?“

By this point, I’m out in the hall but I left my ears in the room. I know I’m not in the right here - eavesdropping is most definitely not nice, but I can’t help myself.

I hear him chuckle, “Nah, it’s just my friend Y/N.”

My heart drops so suddenly for a reason beyond my understanding. I feel like a kid feels when it’s told Santa isn’t real - I can’t believe what I heard. 

I hurry to get back downstairs as soon as possible and also as quietly as I can. It’s tough, running with a pit in your stomach and a knot of I’m pretty sure is tears in your throat. When I’m finally in the kitchen, the aforementioned tears are blurring my vision. I try to blink them away but accidentally send one of them trickling down my cheek.

I’m aware this might be an overreaction and if I stopped to think I could probably find ways to justify what Corpse said. But I’m genuinely hurt, and I hate that I am.

I’ve never cared about what others know about me or think of me. Same goes for my relationships. I don’t put labels on things nor on my connection to people. I am surprised and disturbed by how much the label ‘friends’ bothers me. We’ve been dating for almost a year now, you’d think calling me his girlfriend would be second nature. Guess not.

I swallow the hurt and surprise, deciding to keep myself busy with the preparations for the dinner I was planning to make. However, keeping my hands full and giving my eyes a place to look doesn’t stop my thoughts from eating away at me. 

                                                             * * *

Twenty minutes later the sound of a door opening echoes from upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps going through the hallway and then down the stairs. 

“It smells so good in here.“ He comments, his eyebrows raising when he takes in the freshly made sandwiches on the kitchen island. “You’re the best, Y/N.“

“Hmm, aren’t you lucky you have a friend who knows their way around the kitchen, huh?“ I reply sharply, not even sparing him a glance.

In the twenty minutes I was left alone with my wilding thoughts I declared that I wouldn’t beat around bush when he comes downstairs. That I would address the issue and tell him exactly how I feel about it. What I didn’t plan was being so harsh. I actually barely contain a wince when I realize how sharp of an edge my words had.

I feel ten times more guilty when I see the regret that flashes on his face, “You heard that.” He grips the edges of the table, leaning down and letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry, I panicked.”

The anger in me evaporates, leaving room for the hurt to keep spreading and take over me. I was never really angry with him, I’m just upset by the fact that his immediate reaction wasn’t to refer to me as his girlfriend. 

“Why would you panic? What’s it to you if they know?“ My voice is barely above a whisper now, the tears I’m fighting back are clogging my throat, not allowing me to sound as clearly as I’d like.

“What’s it to you? I thought you didn’t care.“ He argues back, his gaze travelling from the tabletop to my eyes. I see the guilt in all his features and his body language.

“I thought so too.“ I shake my head, “But hearing you call me a ‘friend’...’just a friend’ stings. I don’t even know why, but it does. It feels almost like you are embarrassed of me. If that’s the case you can just tell me, you know?“

In a blink of an eye he’s crouched down in front of me, one hand holding both of mine while the other cups my cheek. “It’s not. It has never been and it will never be the case. You are one amazing person, Y/N. You deserve the world, not to be stuck with me. I’m just...” He trails off, his eyes not able to focus on mine any longer, “I’m scared of how people knowing about us will affect our relationship.”

My blood starts boiling again. I know I need to get away from him before I reach the point of saying something that’ll hurt him, so I untangle my hands from his grasp, pulling away from him. “Weak excuse, Corpse. You know it will change nothing except make me feel more included in your life. I will no longer feel like I’m a house rat no one knows about.” I stand up, unable to look at him, and start heading for the staircase. 

“Y/N, please! ”I stop dead in my tracks when he calls out my name, his footsteps following behind me. “Don’t be...-”

I turn around, cutting him off in the process, “I need to be alone right now.” I tilt my head in the direction of the dining table, “Sit down and eat dinner. We’ll talk...later.”

                                                             * * *

Now that it’s been almost twelve hours with no contact between us I realize that my reaction was justified only to a certain extent. I understand his concerns and I could’ve expressed mine a little more calmly and in a lot less accusatory manner. But what happened happened and all I can do now is go over to him and apologize, establish a proper communication to resolve the issue that I so stupidly blew out of proportion.

My phone died sometime during the night and has been sitting on the charger but still turned off for a while. I go over to it and press-hold the start button. While it’s powering up I start changing my from my pajamas into my regular clothes, noticing a small stain on my shirt in the process. As I’m examining the stain, my phone starts going crazy with notifications, causing me to jump and drop my shirt.

“Fucking hell.” I mumble, disconnecting my phone from the charger and looking at the huge list of notifications on my lock screen. They are all alerts of new followers, likes and tags, non from people I know. Non except one.

@ corpse_husband tagged you in a post 

Wait what?

I tap the notification which leads me to a picture Corpse posted two hours ago. It’s a picture of me taken in the living room without my knowledge. I’m an oversized sweater and yoga pants, my hair in a messy braid and my attention caught by the book in my hands. My glasses have slipped a bit down my nose, suggesting that I’m too concentrated on the contents of the pages in front of me that I haven’t noticed.

We started off as friends but it didn’t take long for her to become my best friend. And then she stole my heart. I know you’ll read this eventually, Y/N. So...hi. Love you. 

PS - the sandwiches were bomb 🖤

I’m more than caught off guard. Like a surprise hug from behind, warmth spreading all throughout my body. 

Without a second of hesitation I put my phone down and run to the bedroom door. However, I don’t make it very far considering I nearly run straight into Corpse’s chest as I exit the room. He catches me before I knock him straight to the ground, thankfully.

“Aren’t you a rocket this morning. Where are you headed?“ He chuckles, holding onto my upper arms.

One look at his smile, a single word out of his mouth and I’m melting. I walk straight into him, wrapping my arms around his torso, hiding my face in his chest. He comfortably rests his chin on the top of my head, not asking any further questions until I finally answer.

“Right here. I was heading for you.“ I whisper before I pull away enough to be able to look him in the eyes. “I wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I was being childish and overdramatic and I’m sorry about all I said. I was really upset.“

“It’s ok, baby. I’m sorry for making you upset in the first place. I understand now how much it means to you.“ He caresses my cheekbone with the back of his hand. “I...um...tried to make things right by...“

I push up on my toes, pressing my lips against his, putting an end to his timid stuttering. “I saw it.” I mumble in the kiss.

“Did you like it?“ 

“I loved it.“

“Did you read the comments?“

My heart skips a beat when I hear that dreaded term. Just the thought of reading through the comments terrifies me. I tell myself that some strangers’ words aren’t gonna have an impact on me, but I know they will. Especially since these ‘strangers’ mean so much to Corpse.

I shake my head. He pulls away, taking my hand and leading me towards the living room. “You have to. You’re gonna love them.”

I reluctantly follow him, plopping down on the couch next to him as he pulls out his phone and scrolls through the comment section of the picture he posted. He was right. All these people have said such things about me and about our relationship. Some verified names are also there, sharing their support much like the fans. 

“See, this is why I was nervous. I’ll have to do duels for your attention now.“ He glances at me, leaning in and kissing my temple as he sometimes does so impulsively.

“You don’t do duels when you are already sitting at the throne. Right next to me.“ I once again capture his lips with mine, tempted to never pull away, but also tempted to keep reading the comments.

Damn, he might be right about the duels.

He takes his phone from me setting it aside as he slowly lifts me and settles me in his lap, never letting our lips detach.

Nevermind. Fuck the duels

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Mic On

A/N: this was my first time practicing smut writing and it did okay on AO3 so I thought I'd share it here as well <3 I may end up deleting this unless people want me to keep it up haha

Fandom: Obey Me!: Shall We Date? Premise: Leviathan x Reader Smut Word Count: 1,354 Content Warning(s): C*ck warming; S*x

Find this on my AO3 as Well

[Smut Under the Cut]

“Levi…” I whined in an attempt to gain my boyfriend’s attention. “Hm.” “Can I please have some attention, please?” I begged. I could practically hear him rolling his eyes at me from across the room. Leviathan had invited me to his room earlier to spend some time together and finish an anime we had started together, but his guild in one of his MMORPGs had contacted him for help with a raid just before we had pressed play. He had given me a chaste kiss on the forehead just before he left me in the pile of pillows and blankets we had gathered on the floor, and went to boot up his gaming monitor and slip on his headset. “I’m- fuck! I’m a little busy right now, sorry.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his antics, knowing full well he wasn’t going to come back to the land of the living for a while. At least he had had the courtesy to only slip on one headphone, the side without the mic was instead more behind his ear so he could still hear me. I continued to sit and watch from my place on the floor, when a brilliant idea emerged in my head. Maybe, I could distract him from his games and lure him back to what we were doing before. I slowly stood up, not wanting to alert him of my movement. I knew that he had better hearing than a human, so he probably could notice my footsteps despite his headphones, but the quieter I was, the more the creaking wood under my feet would fade into the background. I made my way to his right side where his microphone was, extending my arms in a silent request for affection. Levi sighed, exasperated, but rolled his chair back and moved his arms momentarily to allow me room to climb into his lap. I sat comfortably, the back of my knees hanging over the arm of his chair and my head tucked into the groove between his shoulder and neck. He moved his chair back to its original position and quickly continued playing the game. I slowly ran my hand through his hair and pulled his face slightly down towards me to place kisses on his cheek. I could see his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, and his face began to turn a beautiful crimson. I moved my hand so it was in his chest and trailed kisses down to his neck. I heard him let out a shaky breath, just as if he was holding back a moan. Levi quickly muted his mic, “What are you doing?” I shrugged. “Well, stop. I’m trying to focus.” I pouted at his words as he unmuted his mic. I ended up moving so I was straddling him in his chair, my ear over his heart. I could hear it racing. Levi looked down at me again, a look of concern on his phase. A blush was climbing up his neck and across his cheekbones, which only heightened my intrigue in this situation. I placed a finger to my lips in a ‘sh’ position, and proceeded to grind against him. I could hear a strangled moan get caught in his throat, attempting to have his teammates not hear. Levi suddenly muted his mic again, “Wh-what’re you doing? I have my mic on!” he attempted to sound more dominant. “Leave it on, just ignore me.” I placed a quick kiss on his lips, and immediately turned his mic back on. He continued to chat with his teammates and play his game as I let marks on his collarbone and grinded against him. Every time he spoke, I made sure to leave a mark, as it would cause his voice and hands to shake. I found it somewhat entertaining. After a couple more minutes of my actions, something snapped within Levi. He moved his mic away from his face, not even bothering to mute it and whispered in my ear, “If you’re going to be such a brat, then I’ll make sure you behave. Why don’t you sit your pretty self on my dick.” My own voice caught in my throat then, surprised by Levi's forwardness. “Well?” he poke again. I moved my body back, giving myself enough space to unzip his jeans. I pulled his dick out from the confines of his pants as he reached into a nearby drawer to hand me some lube. Leviathan moved his armI prepared myself on his lap, using my own fingers to stretch myself open as I let my hot breath fan across his collarbones. I made sure to stay quiet due to his headset, but a part of me wanted

to moan just to see what Levi would do. But I didn’t push the issue. As soon as I felt prepared enough, I slowly sank myself onto Levi’s dick. He forced a cough in an attempt to hide a moan, but it didn’t sound incredibly effective to me. I could hear shouts of ‘who was that?’ come from his headset. I slowly and ever so slightly raised and lowered my body, fucking myself on my boyfriend’s dick. He briefly put both of his hands on my hips and held them down, a silent way to tell me to stop moving. I waited for his game to end, randomly squeezing around him or slightly shifting to remind him of the situation he was in. “You’re such a brat, you know that?” Leviathan said, removing his headset and exiting the game. I feigned an innocent look. He leaned forward slightly, his mouth directly next to my ear as he whispered, “If you want my dick so bad, then do the work yourself.” I slowly raised and lowered myself, trying to tease my boyfriend but inadvertently teasing myself. I felt him grip my hips again, thumbs digging into my skin. “What happened to me doing the work myself?” I gasped. “You’re, fuck, you’re going to slow,” he choked out his answer through moans. He moved my hips up and down and began to leave dark marks on my neck and shoulder. “Levi, these are high up.” “Fuck it, I want everyone to know your mine.” I couldn't help but moan at his possessiveness as I came closer and closer to my climax. I started picking up the pace even more and grabbed his face so I could kiss him properly. He moaned into my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled away from the kiss. I threw my head back as my walls began to tighten around him. “Oh fuck!” Levi exclaimed, obviously close himself. I kept the pace up despite it causing me slight overstimulation, but Leviathan quickly came inside me. He let out a low groan as he did so, and I started to slow down, working him through his orgasm. After both our breathing had leveled, I slipped myself off of him. “I’ll grab a towel.” Levi said as he stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. He walked into his bathroom and grabbed a towel. I could hear him turning on and off a faucet just before he walked back out. He made his way over to me and as soon as I was within an arm’s length, he started cleaning me up. He knelt down in front of, cleaning where the cum had dripped down my leg. “I’m sorry that I didn’t give you enough attention.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, “It’s okay. I think it ended well, wouldn’t you say?” I could see the tips of Levi’s ears turning red. Once he was done cleaning me up he threw the towel into his hamper and passed me some clothes to borrow. I didn’t necessarily need them, but who was I to deny my boyfriend letting me borrow some pajamas? We went over to the pile of pillows we had created earlier and laid down together. Levi held me close to his chest like a precious gift, and in that moment I felt loved. · · ─────── · ☆ · ─────── · ·

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