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he still has his tonsils. by the way if you even care
#sorry this is fucking UNINTELLIGIBLE but unfortunately iâm still on my bullshit about dr. daddyissues. yeah itâs gonna be all month#i am rotating episode 2.8 âthe mistakeâ in my head at breakneck speed. i am gnawing on it i want to swallow it#oh heâs such a lying liar who lies. charming little bastard. would rather die/lose his license than express one wholly unaffected emotion#âhe thinks not giving a crap makes him like house. like itâs something to aspire toâ quick question HOW serious do the daddy issues have to#be before you start latching on to fucking GREGORY HOUSE as a paternal figure and role model. really#even cameron is not down this bad. even WILSON is not down this bad.#the daddy issues of it all are very understandable though because even setting aside whatever went down back in childhood that shit his#father did to him in seasons 1-2 is SO messed up. jesus#imagine traveling all the way across the world to the hospital your son works in for a consult which confirms what you already knew: youâre#going to die of cancer in like 2 months. making a whole point out of stopping by to visit your son. not telling him whatâs going on.#letting him spend a whole episodeâs worth of time gradually coming to terms with his complicated feelings towards you (complicated on#account of a whole childhood of objectively awful parenting). the kid finally is able to try reaching back out to you. after YOU initiated#the contact in the first place. how do you react? well obviously by telling him âoh sorry i actually have to get in a taxi right nowâ and#fucking back off to the other side of the world without giving him a chance to actually talk to you at all and resolve any of the emotions#you just dredged up. oh by the way you still havenât fucking told him youâre about to die and in fact actively mislead him into thinking#heâs going to have the chance to try meeting with you again next time he visits your home country.#especially fucked up given that the whole reason it DID take your son so long to come around THIS time is that he feels like every time#heâs tried reaching out to you in the past youâve just disappointed him by refusing to put in the effort to meet him there.#And Now Here We Are Again.#rowan what the FUCK is wrong with you. i want to dig you up and kill you again#house md#robert chase#caseyposting
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What I'd really love to see is a svsss au where shen yuan had the immense powers from saiki k.
Like, svsss is already a romcom of a guy shunted into a fantasy world with meta knowledge and immense power for no reason apart from 'make a happy ending' as a fairly thick veneer over an absolute hot mess of a tragedy with a happy ending, red flags galore, complete with a protagonist completely removed from the concept of romance and resigned to his fate of being abandoned by the people around him because of the circumstances he was 'born' into, but he's funny about it.
The disastrous life of saiki k is a fast paced crack comedy about a guy granted immense power for no reason with meta knowledge of the world as a thick veneer over something a little darker and traumatic with a happy ending, complete with a protagonist completely removed from the concept of romance and resigned to being ignored by the people around him because of the circumstances he was born into, but he's hilarious about it.
Now I don't think it should be a 1-1 transplant of saiki to the svsss world, but to imagine an sy with those powers who didn't manage to find loyal friends, who moved out to live alone as soon as possible to avoid issues with his powers, who gravitated to web novels because of their regular updates as opposed to being constantly spoiled for books with finished endings. An sy who despite his ridiculous levels of power died alone in a stupid way and woke up in a world filled with people who also had immense and varied powers, dealing with the prospect of immortality when his own powers are still constantly growing and interfering with his life, but be silly about it.
I want to see a sy with telepathy still failing to understand what lbhs deal is because of his own denial, a sy with the power to crush mountains with a finger trying not to blow down walls with a sneeze because someone put him on a mountain FILLED with plants in SPRING, an sy who deleted an entire country from the planet aged four trying to dodge overly enthusiastic maidens he keeps saving because he doesn't want to steal from the protagonist and also no, lady, please. Shen yuan sitting in the water prison absolutely deadpan as people try and scare him with 10 iq stories about the acid waterfalls. An sy who hares around the peak trying to avoid being spotted on valentines day as he redirects unwanted admirers and improves his disciples dates just so they can all have a good day.
An sqh who really, honestly truly doesn't know how pidw was made real, honest!! All he could do was see ghosts! It's not his fault the story he wrote to make rent turned into all of this!! But because you're here can you pretty please make some ice, I'm in desperate need of air con and my king hasn't showed up in weeks!
Sqq and sqh playing telepathic chess during boring meetings and sqq leaving him to suffer when sqh is asked a question even though he himself knows the answer.
Lbh trying everything to get shizuns attention and discovering his total weakness to his cooking. Like, will let you cheat in class levels of bribery.
Sqq stalking dourly through fields of aphrodisiac plant because he's raised his body temperature high enough to burn out any pollen before it gets too close and the system just despairing at getting this man to do something interesting.
Cat!sqq transforming back as fast as he can because he's got a meeting in half an hour and having to rush around trying to find something to cover the cat ears he didn't manage get rid of.
Shen qingqiu pulling out his limiters and dropping the mask to reveal a deity in the shape of a man, something crafted purely of psychic energy and burning fury, determined to hold maigu ridge together and keep the realms apart with his will alone, to save luo binghe if it killed him again. A shining aura stretching miles, glowing like a star, halting the earthquake with his bare hands.
Sqq seeing a bug and freaking out so hard he teleports to the northern demon realm and lands in a slushy pond, and sqh nearly giving him away because of how hard he's laughing.
#Like honestly the parallels are great#Long post#Sqq leaning hard into the aloof elegant scholar vibes because he still struggles to control his strength even with the limiters#He doesn't want to hurt anyone.#Sqh: please please tell me what my king is thinking right now he's been glaring at me all day!#Sqq (having been forced to hear an endless carnal monologue for hours from him): oh no not a chance. No way are you getting me involved.#Sqq: whatever insane thing you two have going on go ahead. Just don't involve anyone else in that EVER.#Sqh: bro đ?!#Sqq: *makes a peace sign and goes invisible*#Sqh: BRO?!! Not even... Expensive northern import for the protagonist to cook with?#Sqq: *reappears with a pop* go on...#Sqh is salty he didn't get the godlike powers when he created the world they're in. Sqq tells him it isn't worth it#Being forced to see the past of an object with just a touch when you live in 5 million words of bad smut?? NO THANK YOU.#But both being espers AND from the same world they're still buddies (much to sqqs dismay).#Sqh is just barely outside sqqs telepathy range on an ding and lives in fear of him sensing him writing and catapulting himself#through the window at mach ten to beat him up.#Sqq every time he has to sit through a meeting with some corrupt official: thought crimes aren't real thought crimes don't count#Sqh: so how are you this bad at feelings. My guy you are an empath.#Sqq: shut up.#Lbh would definitely catch sqq doing something impossible or op and be so head over heels. He's like his father that way.#svsss#svsss au#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#scum villain's self saving system#scum villian self saving system#sqq#shang qinghua#sqh#svsss shen qingqiu
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i decided to give a k-bl series a chance -- i'm not a fan of k-dramas, and most bls i've watched were "yeah, it's nice" at best, so this is Big -- and my loves -- reader -- what did i get in return? what did the show give me in return for my enormous leap of faith? can you guess? hm?? hm???
second-hand embarrassment through the roof STRAIGHT between the eyes
#shrimp thoughts#I AM. SPEECHLESS#out of ALL THE DRAMAS THERE ARE i had to pick one with a 'oh you dropped this' situation in which the 'this' is a silicone dick#by the way this is not the first 'oh you dropped this' situation in this episode. i'm not even 7 minutes in#(and every time the 'dropped' object is just... tossed in from outside the shot in the MOST blatant way. and of course every time the#character dropping it wasn't even holding it at the moment so i guess people's stuff just randomly hops out of their bags/boxes/whatever)#the main character also goes 'am i going to be alright like this...' in his thoughts two times as well#i'm only watching this because ace did a song for this drama and the synopsis didn't sound mind-numbingly stupid#but like. i guess when it comes to bl dramas a lot depends on how much you're willing to embrace the Conventionâą#and i... like not having to skip or remind myself of the Convention as i watch the /first/ episode. not every show has to be intellectually#stimulating and a masterpiece of its genre obviously but when i do give something a chance i like to know i made the right choice#alas. double alas because my criteria are extremely picky and stupid namely 'a kdrama that's unlike a kdrama' (swap the k for t or j#if you want to) and 'a bl drama that's unlike a bl drama' (aka not tropey to all hell) and also 'not boring' if it's possible#so perhaps i should just give up orz
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Most of the time I am SO LOUDLY ENTHUSIASTIC about being bisexual (at least, like--in my brain or the places where itâs actually safe to be Outâą), but occasionally, very occasionally, like once every other year, the Internalized Biphobiaâą just decides to show up and then I feel guilty for being Attracted to a Man, when I am. Literally. Bisexual. With a history. Of being attracted to. People of. All genders.
#it's not even a real man!!! he's a fictional character!!!!!! this has no bearing on anything and I shouldn't feel bad about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#@brain why are you upset at yourself for having attraction feelings for a fictional adult man!!!!!!!!!!!!! what is going on with you!!!!!!!#GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#tw: internalized biphobia#(and like. there would be no reason to feel bad even if this was??? a real man?????)#tbh I think this is partially ocd-related in the sense of like. in the same way that I have to 'earn' my place in the world as A Good Perso#I have to 'earn' my place as a queer person by like. having every experience of attraction be like. Radicalâą in some way. Or something.#because our whole thing is 'existing radically' right? (which like. that would imply that our very existence is radical on its own. so. ???#and this is just. the most cliche and predictable and non-radical thing it is possible for me to do because it's THIS character#my god. my fucking brain. lmao.#ALSO: other people's identities are fine and they can do whatever they want. it's just that /I/ am a problem. why? who knows! I just am!#In the Vents#ignore me#sometimes I have to fling my thoughts somewhere so I can see how objectively ridiculous they are
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When I was in ninth grade I wanted to challenge what I saw as a very stupid dress code policy (not being allowed to wear spikes regardless of the size or sharpness of the spikes). My dad said to me, âWhat is your objective?â
He said it over and over. I contemplated that. I wanted to change an unfair dress code. What did I stand to gain? What did I stand to lose? If what I really wanted was to change the dress code, what would be my most effective potential approach? (He also gave me Discourses on the Fall of Rome by Titus Livius, Machiavelliâs magnum opus. Of course heâd already given me The Prince, Five Rings, and The Art of War.)
I ultimately printed out that phrase, coated it in Mod Podge, and clipped it to my bathroom mirror so I would look at it and think about it every day.
What is your objective?
Forget about how you feel. Ask yourself, what do you want to see happen? And then ask, how can you make it happen? Who needs to agree with you? Who has the power to implement this change? What are the points where you have leverage over them? If you use that leverage now, will you impair your ability to use it in the future? Getting what you want is about effectiveness. It is not about being an alpha or a sigma or whatever other bullshit the menâs right whiners are on about now. You wonât find any MRA talking points in Musashi, because they are not relevant.
I had no clear leverage on the dress code issue. My parents were not on the PTA; neither were any of my friendâs parents who liked me. The teachers did not care about this. Ultimately I just wore what I wanted, my patent leather collar from Hot Topic with large but flattened spikes, and I had guessed correctlyâthe teachers also did not care enough to discipline me.
I often see people on tumblr, mostly the very young, flail around in discourse. They donât have an objective. They donât know what they want to achieve, and they have never thought about strategizing and interpersonal effectiveness. No one can get everything they want by being an asshole. You must be able to work with other people, and that includes smiling when you hate them.
Read Machiavelli. Start with The Prince, but then move on to Discourses. Read Musashiâs Five Rings. Read The Art of War. Theyâre classics for a reason. They canât cover all situations, but they can do more for how you think about strategizing than anything youâre getting in middle school and high school curricula.
Donât vote third party unless you can tell me not only what your objective is but also why this action stands a meaningful chance of accomplishing it. Otherwise, back up and approach your strategy from a new angle. I donât care how angry you are with Biden right now. He knows about it, and he is both trying to do something and not doing enough. I care about what will happen to millions of people if we have another Trump presidency. Look up Ross Perot, and learn from our past. Find your objective. If it is to stop the genocide in Palestine now, call your elected representatives now. They donât care about emails; they care about phone calls, because they live in the past. I know this because I shadowed a lobbyist, because knowing how power works is critical to using it.
How do you think I have gotten two clinics to start including gender care in their planning?
Start small. Chip away. Keep working. Find your leverage; figure out how and when to effectively use it. Choose your battles, so that you can concentrate on the battle at hand instead of wasting your resources in many directions. Learn from the accumulated wisdom of people who spent their lives learning by doing, by making mistakes, by watching the mistakes of their enemies.
Donât be a dickhead. Be smarter than I was at 14. Ask yourself: what is your objective?
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One issue I have is there's a whole lot of things where it's like "I'm actually nearly on your side, I'm very sympathetic to this, I just need one or two issues addressed and then I'd be with you on this... you just have to kinda... walk me through how this thing that feels like a kinda big problem isn't a problem"
And pretty much always it's just kinda like "oh, well it's not a problem, so don't worry about it"
...mhh... yeah... but I need some actual proof. I want to trust you, but I need something that actually deals with it, not to just basically be told to have faith... I have no faith, I'm a faithless person
And it's such a shame cause... instead of being able to work along side people I tend to hover off to the side trying to support it in my own small ineffective ways cause... I just have serious issues no one's ever bothered to address
Just sucks, you know?
#sorry; just can't get behind dogmatic stuff#there's people where it's like frankly I'd like to believe every word you say and just blindly agree with you because I like you very much#but... I can't#...I can't cause it sure seems like if we do things your way people will get hurt#and... you're... kinda... just... you know... pointing at tumblr posts and saying you think you heard this or that#ok; but... could we like... do research together and try and come as close to the objective truth as possible?#and then try and build our thoughts on how to support the best possible world based on the best information we can get?#I want to just follow blindly but... I can't#and I'm thinking of one thing right now; one particular thing; but I'm pretty sure there's a lot of others I could point to#and listen; I'm not saying I'm right or I'm smart#but if you ask I can at least draw you a line from point a to point z and walk you through why I think what I think#like I can tell you why I support Ukraine so strongly; I can point to patterns of behavior by russia#if you have the stomach for it I can walk you through war crimes; I can show why I don't think giving up land is acceptable#(the war crimes are relevant to why I don't think it's acceptable to ask Ukraine to give up territory... there's people living there)#it might take some time; a day or so maybe; but if you asked me a specific thing I would work to track you down a source on my opinion#like you don't have to take my word about the damn that russia blew; I can prove that happened#and then I can lay out why I find anything but that russia did it to not make a lick of sense#but... why on earth would I bother with all that; no one ever listens#last time I tried to explain to someone that they were mistaken about 80% of US currency being printed in the last 4 years#or... whatever total bullshit claim it was#I tracked down the source of the claim (said to myself this source reeks like shit)#I figured out what they were fudging to claim it; then I tracked that down and figured out what it actually said#(they changed how they account for US currency in foreign hands or something like that to try and account for it better)#(it's a change in how we tabulate things; the exact same amount of money exists; we just count it different)#(and so on the chart you have this jump... but it's a jump of a measurement not existing before and now it does)#(or something like that... no one listened last time I looked it up; why the fuck would I look it up for this)#and this is someone I'm friendly with and they couldn't even be bothered to say 'huh; I'm not convinced but thanks'#or whatever; you know; main point is they couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge it#do you know why I feel like I'm invisible? like I probably don't actually exist?#why if I were less in touch with reality I'd think the government swats messages of mine down so people can't respond?
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ç§Šćœ» | SYLUS ; PLAN
summary | sylus sets a time limit for you to retrieve the brooch from him. unfortunately, you don't get it in time no matter how hard you try, but fortunately, it's sylus you're dealing with.
tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, mention of handcuffs, vaginal penetration, creampie, 2.9k words
a/n : inspired by his affinity lvl 15 story (?) aka the one where he gets handcuffed to the bed
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âoh,â sylus raises a brow, clearly finding this whole situation amusing. heâs handcuffed to his own bed with you straddling him, teasing him by tracing your index finger over his body. just how cocky were you?
sylus takes a deep breath in. âso you think youâve got me now, is that right?â
you hum in response, stopping your finger near his abdomen. âthink? no, i know,â you reply confidently, letting out a slight scoff. there was no way he could move, so you could find it freely as you pleased. this was the best scenario, and luckily you didnât fumble it as this was your last attempt before the deadline reached.
unbeknownst to you, itâs not that he couldnât un-cuff himselfăŒ itâs actually quite offensive that you think that. itâs more of him wanting to see how far you would go if he wasnât going to intervene, because itâs fun. how adorable you look thinking youâve won, how eager you look to finally win against him in something. and so, he watches. eyes locked onto your every action and reaction as you try to find the hidden brooch.
you start at the top of his robe near his neck, your hand making itâs way down, slowly feeling for any small and hard object. you pat at the material rested on his chest, but still no sign.
sylus gives you a small smirk, and you narrow your eyes. you didnât exactly trust him per se, even if he promised to keep his word. what if this was just a trick? what if he was just toying with you? what if he didnât have the brooch?â
âare you sure the brooch is even on you?â you questioned. his growing smirk was only making you more suspicious by the minute.
âaccusing me, kitten?â he asks, feigning disappointment. âyou havenât even finished looking.â
you roll your eyes at his words, mumbling a small whatever under your breath as you continued looking for the brooch. you smoothed your palm down his robe, patting around his waist. still nothing.
you were getting desperate at this pointăŒ you were almost there. this was the best effort youâve made so far, and you werenât going to let your plan fail so easily. you swallow, trailing your hand further down his robe, albeit hesitantly. your hands were at his thigh, the thin material the only thing separating your skin with his.
mentally shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts, you continue feeling for where the brooch might be.
suddenly, you feel something hard. itâs hard, no mistake, but it was far from small.
âŠthatâs definitely not the brooch.
âiâd be careful where youâre touching,â sylus speaks, his voice almost making you jump as you retracted your hand quickly. a tinge of red spreads across your cheeks, and you try to defend yourself.
âshutăŒ quiet,â you stuttered. âi didnât mean to, okay? sorry,â you apologized, breathing out as you tried to maintain your composure. focus on the goal, you repeated to yourself over and over again. you meet his eyes for a split second, and god, you want to wipe that smirk off his face.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, watching you get distracted as you panicked to look for the brooch.
you finally get to the bottom of his robe, but you find absolutely nothing. where else could he have hidden it? he had to have it with him⊠that was a rule, right?
âi swear, youâre playing with me,â you accused, defeated. how was this possible? you set everything up perfectly, and the one thing you couldnât do was find the broochăŒ despite being able to check him freely? âbe honest, is it really on you or not?â you asked, squishing his cheeks together with your hand so he looks at you.
âoh, look at that,â he states, ignoring your question before tilting his head up slightly, glancing at the clock, then back to you.
âtimeâs up.â
you hear a soft click, your head snapping to the sound of the handcuffs unlocking as you let your hand fall.
your body moves instinctively, feet touching the floor as you push yourself off his bed to make your escape.
âŠonly for him pull you back and throw you onto the bed, landing with a soft thud against his pillow. you try to lift yourself up again, but your wrists get pinned by his larger handsăŒ all the more making it hard to move. you start to squirm a little, but decide itâs of no use.
âyou really are naive,â sylus sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. how you thought a pair of poorly made handcuffs were supposed to restrict him was beyond comprehendible. âsince you didnât find it in time, i get to have my way with you.â
âwhatever, justăŒ just get on with it.â you roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but you canât help the sudden wave of pleasure that shoots through your body at his words.
complying, he slams his lips against yours, the kiss filled with hunger and greed. the kiss was far from sloppyăŒ he made sure you felt everything, both physically and emotionally, very calculated. his tongue darts out to swipe against your bottom lip, and you gasp.
he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the wet sounds of making out filling his room as he continued to french kiss you.
removing his hand from one of your wrists, he opts to grip your waist instead, subtly pushing your shirt higher and higher, until your bra was exposed.
you shouldnât be enjoying this. yet here you were, squirming under him as your thighs rubbed against one another, eager to feel any sort of stimulation. his mouth felt so warm as he continued kissing you, and so did the atmosphere.
feeling the movement of your thighs, he lets go of your other wrist, spreading your legs apart before slotting himself in between them, his crotch flushed against you. he doesnât break the kiss once, letting you grind onto his hardened bulge to relieve yourself.
âsylus,â you breathed out, pushing him away gently to catch your breath. you panted softly, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips as he pulled back.
âwhat, kitten?â he leans back smugly, admiring how red your lips were. all his doing, of course. âyou canât even handle a bit of kissing?â
âthat was not a bit of kissing,â you retorted, looking away. you noticed your clothes were starting to stick onto your skin, presumably from the heat. you start to slowly unbutton your shirt one by one, but heïżœïżœïżœs not having any of that.
he smacks your hand away, ripping open the shirt like it was paper, some buttons popping off. you couldn't even protest as he pulled your bra down, exposing your tits.
"what the fuck, sylus! that was my favorite shirt," you scolded, furrowing your brows. it was one of the few shirts you decided to splurge on after contemplating for a long time, and the fact that he just tore it like that...
"how much?" he questions, squeezing one of your tits.
"what? like, a little over a hundredăŒ"
"insignificant," he cuts you off, latching onto one of your nipples. he already knew whatever value you said wouldn't matter much to himăŒ he could buy you a million of those shirts and there wouldn't be a single dent to his bank account.
he continues to suck and fondle, alternating between each tit to give them equal attention. he bites occasionally, each time making you gasp. you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling every time he sucked or bit too hard.
after what felt like hours, sylus finally pulls off you with a pop, staring at the red marks, shining with his saliva around your tits. even better that it's from his doing. he lets out a satisfied sigh.
"don't... look at me like that," you whisper, covering his eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, bringing your palm to his lips to kiss it. "you're getting shy now? you weren't earlier when you were touching me all over," he points out, pulling your pants and underwear off in one clean motion.
"and don't think i forgot when you brushed against my..."
"that's 'cause i was looking for the brooch!" you argued, letting out a defeated sigh. "...just fuck me already."
"it's interesting that you think you're in any position to make demands." he flips you over onto your hands and knees, giving your ass a loud slap, resonating throughout the room. "ass up, don't take your own sweet time."
you clicked your tongue at his attitude, but did as he told anyway. as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were eager. the last time the both of you had sex, he fucked you until you were on the brink of tears, moaning and drooling into his pillows that he had to change them after. it was amazing, to say the very least.
sylus shifts behind you, undoing his robe and getting rid of his boxers quickly. his cock stands erected, large obviously, and it's clear he's already been hard since the beginning. even if you don't turn around to look, you knew just how much pre-cum was leaking from his cock as he rubs the coated tip between your embarrassingly wet folds. so much so that you didn't even need any preparationăŒ not even his fingers to spread your pussy open.
he gives your ass another slap again, before guiding his cock into your tight entrance. your pussy stretches around him to accommodate his girth, instinctively clamping down the moment it entered.
"ngh, sylus," you moan, fingers gripping onto his sheets, pillows, anything you could grab on to as he pushed more of his inches into you. you'll never get enough of how big he feels inside you, the empty space previously now filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out to mold your insides to the shape of him.
"fuck... always so fucking tight, huh?" sylus exhales, bottoming out inside you. though, there was still some of his length left that your cunt couldn't take in. "this cock is too big for you."
you whined in response, spreading your legs further to take more of him in comfortably, but you could barely do so from how filled you were. there was simply no space inside you.
"aw, too much for you, kitten?" he mocks. pulling back to leave only his tip in, before slamming his entire length back into you.
"shutăŒ ahăŒ up!" you cry out as you jerk forward from the sheer force of his thrust. his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust of his cock. you should've known he was only going to go faster, his seemingly sweet and slow pace disappearing the moment he starts pounding into you at rapid speeds. his balls were hitting your clit every time he pushed his cock in, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
your sounds get louder and louder each time he fucks into you, so much so that you have to bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. it was going to happen againăŒ his pillows stained with drool.
he slammed his hips against your ass harder, hoping to elicit more sounds from you. "sylus... mmph!" you moan, his name coming out unclear from how muffled you were.
"hmm?" he hums in question, pulling your hair to lift your face off the pillow. "who said that you could hide your pretty sounds?"
sylus pulls out before flipping you over again, this time taking a few seconds to admire your fucked out state. your face was flushed, half-lidded eyes and drool dribbling down the side of your mouth. he doesn't think he's ever seen a prettier sight.
"you're drooling," he points out, using his thumb to wipe some of it away. well, you knew that, but you don't care, because at this point, all you can think about is his cock. you've never been more grateful to him, more thankful that you met him, as he pushes his cock into you once more.
your walls feel so good around him, he has to take a brief breather before starting to thrust. such a tight cunt, he thinks again, because it's trueăŒ he's never fucked this good of a pussy. wrapping around him so warmly, clenching onto him in all the right ways. he could die happy like this. he could die happy with you.
"fuck me, fuck meăŒ fuck me," you beg, snapping him out of his thoughts. you push up against him, trying to move on your own, to take more of him in, to just do something. the lack of stimulation was killing you.
"stop," he hisses, gripping your thigh to stop you. "you're going to hurt yourself. let me do it."
and then he starts again, fucking you with so much vigor that you mentally question just how much stamina he actually has. he never lets his pace falter from then onwards, railing you as the bed starts to move along to his movements.
with no pillow to bury your face in, you couldn't hide your moans even if you wanted toăŒ exactly what he wanted. you were screaming, "harderăŒ fuckăŒ yes! right there!"
"so noisy in bed," he groans, hands reaching up to intertwine your fingers with him. a small and sweet gesture, the complete opposite of how roughly he was ramming his cock deep inside you. repeatedly, at that same exact spot that had your eyes rolling backwards. if anyone was outside his doorăŒ hell, not even outside his door, maybe even at a few rooms away, they would definitely still be able to hear you.
you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, feeling your orgasm approaching sooner than you thought. "sylus, i wannaăŒ make me cum, please!"
no, he wanted to say. this wasn't your reward, you didn't even find the brooch. but he couldn't. because he was close too.
sylus wasn't going to deny you even if you didn't ask so nicely, even if you demanded him to. he knows the exact look on your face as you cum, and it's the same, perfect, expression that he loves so much each time. at your request, he lets go of one of your hands, dipping his fingers into your mouth before trailing down to rub circles around your clit.
unnecessary? yes, you were already soaking wet. just for good measure, he thinks. besides, you looked sexy with your mouth wrapped around his fingers, almost struggling with how much larger his digits were.
you start squirming, squeezing his hand tighter as he continues thrusting while rubbing, a deadly combo. "fuckăŒ thaaat's it, be a good girl and cream on my cock."
"oh myăŒ sylus!" you scream out his name as your orgasm hits you, eyes rolling back, nails digging into his hand, and your back arches off the bed. your pussy starts tightening and spasming around him like a vice. he feels you get so much, so much wetter that his cock almost slips out of you as he pulls back.
"such a sweet expression," he groans at the sight, pushing your legs back as he tries to angle his cock deeper into you. you try to close your legs from sensitivity, but he simply won't let you, not when he's so close to cumming.
"ohăŒ yes, fuuuck..." he throws his head back with a final snap of his hips, his cock pulsing inside you as he pumps your pussy with cum, his thick load of semen coating your insides with warmth.
coming down from his high with a few more weak spurts of cum, he lets his head fall back down, a contented sigh as he pulls out slowly with a loud squelch. you whimper at the sensitivity, but also at the loss of his cock. his load takes a few seconds to dribble out, thick and creamy, leaving a trail down to your ass.
"satisfied?" he tilts his head, letting your legs down. "seems like you're done for tonight."
"yeah," you breathe out in exhaustion, feeling his hand caress your cheek. "the brooch," you paused, suddenly remembering.
"where is it, and... what's the actual punishment?"
sylus looks at you amused, reaching over to his robe tossed somewhere on the floor, unpinning the brooch before holding it towards you. "looking for this?"
you widened your eyes. how could it have been in his robe? you literally searched everywhereăŒ
"i know what's going on in that little head of yours," he sighs, opening your palm to put it in your hand. "you got distracted, remember? you brushed past it and didn't even notice, kitten."
you groaned in frustration, mad at yourself that you didn't even notice. you basically just accused him for nothing.
"...and the actual punishment? for not getting the brooch in time?"
"no punishment," he states smugly, watching your lips part in disbelief.
"seriously? i put in a lot of effort into these plans, you know!" you smack his chest lightly. "i can't believe you."
"i'd say you gained a lot more than you lost," he says as a matter-of-factly, eyeing the white mess oozing out of your cunt.
"...shut up."
ăŒ @yuki-world
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APOCALYPSE!
âI could go a fair bit crazy over you.â
Synopsis: In which your boyfriend loves doing corny things with you⊠he also loves doing you.
Genre: established relationship.
Pairings: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
warnings: smut.. car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro) creampie, praise, size kink, belly bulge, cussing, fluff at beginning and end, banter between couple, oral, overstimulation, squirting, making out, reader crying out of pleasure, choking, spanking, dirty talking, reader fucked âdumbâ, mentions of ot7, theyâre so corny itâs sickening.
author note đïž: wrote majority of this shit being faded as fuck so forgive me if itâs ass and ignore the mistakes (Iâll get to them eventually) js wanted to thank everyone for 3kđ€âŠ writers block has been an thing these pasts months so sorry that I havenât posted anything new. Hereâs more of kuwtb oc and jk dating era ïżœïżœïżœïżœ
âI shouldâve brought my glasses,â you whisper, a loud laugh ripping out of Jungkook's chest. âI canât see anything, baby.â You turn to your side before swatting him on the chestâ a pout displayed on your face, before going back to your original position, looking up at the dark milky way.
âWe were having a cute moment, and you just blurt that out,â your boyfriend quips, his eyes focused on your side profile. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees you scrunch up your nose, shaking your head slightly.
âYouâre so right, we are so corny.â You playfully stick your tongue out with a small âyuck,â before bursting into a giggle when Jungkook tickles your side.
ââCan we lay on the grass and look at the stars?ââ Jungkook mocks your voice, changing his tone into a much more high-pitched version to match yours.
âStop! I wanted to have a moment like Noah and Allie,â you puff, a smile threatening to come out.
âBaby, you know they look at the traffic lights and not the stars, right?â Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you.
âOf course I know, but I feel like we would actually get run over. Plus, I like you too much to just let you get run over.â You shrug, your fingers pulling on the grass on the floor. Your eyes connect to the sky as Jungkook stares at your side profileâ taking in every imperfection and turning it into another reason why he loves you.
âLike?â he asks, his thumb running over your bottom lip before tilting your head to the side by your chin, making you look at him.
Your heartbeat skyrockets as he stares into your eyes, the twinkle in them prettier than the stars you were just trying to see. Your stomach lights up as if millions of fireworks exploded in heart-shaped sparkles.
âLove.â You correct yourself, rolling your eyes playfully.
âThatâs better.â Jungkook clicks his tongue, pursing his lips out. You let out a giggle, dropping a small chaste kiss on his lips before turning back to the sky with a goofy smile on your face.
âYou believe in aliens?â you ask, cracking a smile from Jungkook's faceâ his dimple carving into his skin as he bites his bottom lip, trying to contain the biggest smile.
âFuck yeah.â Jungkook nods excitedly.
âWe are literally a rock when it comes to the whole universe. Thereâs gotta be something out there.â Jungkook explains, expanding his arms and pointing to the sky, as you nod happily beside him.
âI agree, my mom said she saw one of those spaceships or whatever theyâre called,â you pipe in, turning to your side to face your boyfriend.
âYou mean a UFO, baby?â Jungkook's face scrunches in adoration.
âUFO?â You raise an eyebrow.
âUnidentified flying object,â he explains, scooting closer to youâ dropping his head to your bare stomach.
âI like spaceships better.â You shrug, and he laughs, adjusting himself slightly. Your fingers find their way into his fluffy hair, combing through it. He moans slightly, melting into your touch, closing his eyes, and dropping a gentle kiss on your abdomen.
âWhat would you do if an alien kidnapped you?â Jungkook asks, his voice muffled.
âFunny for you to think I would allow it,â you say nonchalantly.
You both could hear a hairpin drop from how quiet you both went before breaking out into a fit of laughter. âSmartass.â Jungkook laughs, jokingly biting your stomach and earning a small squeal from you.
Your laughs die down after a while, replaced by silence, the only sounds being your guys breathing. Your eyes flutter shut with a smile, small goosebumps raising on your arms as Jungkook runs his fingertips on your bellyâ outlining âmineâ.
âTell me about your books,â Jungkook murmurs against your bare skin.
âWanna know about my current read?â you ask, your fingers tugging softly on his hair, making him look up at you.
âI wanna know everything about you, baby,â Jungkook coos.
âCorny.â You scrunch your nose, placing a palm over his face and pushing softly backward, making him laugh. âTell me about the thick-ass book I bought you two days ago.â Your boyfriend drops kisses all over your stomach.
âThe dragon one?â you poke his cheek, before letting your finger play with his lip ring.
âThereâs dragons?â Jungkook gasps, looking up at you.
âYeah, and they have sex,â you say with a smothering giggle, whispering the last words in a hushed tone, making Jungkook's eyes widen.
âThatâs enough, baby.â Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow before shaking his head, changing the topic to the latest drama, including Eunbi and Yoongi.
âLora and I saw them coming out of the guest room while you were doing cartwheels with Taehyung,â Jungkook chuckles, the amusement on his face rubbing off on you.
âYouâre lying,â you gasp, your jaw dropping open.
âI honestly didnât see it coming.â Jungkook bites his lip, containing a smile. âDo you think Yoongi is the sub?â he continues before bursting out in a laugh, you following along.
"It's going to rain," you observe after a while, noticing a lightning strike in the dark sky. Jungkook hums in agreement before sitting up. He holds out his palm for you to take, which you do, and pulls you up onto his lap in a quick, soft motion.
You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting on his lap and straddling him. His thumbs rub circles on your bare thighs.
"I want another tattoo," Jungkook murmurs, his lips pressing kisses along your collarbone and neck. You nod slightly, enjoying the sensation of his lips against your skin.
"Where?" you ask, holding his head in place with your palms. He bites his bottom lip, looking up at you with dilated pupils.
"My forehead, and it'll be your name," Jungkook says with a grin, making you roll your eyes playfully.
"You're annoying," you retort, pushing his head backwards, making him gasp dramatically.
"I think it'll look good, you know? Just got to pick a cool font," Jungkook jokes, poking your side, sending you squirming on his lap.
"You're never ever getting my name tattooed on you," you shoot him a glare, which he only responds to by sucking in his lips and widening his eyes before shrugging.
"I think your lips tattooed on my hip bone would be hot," Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.
"You're crazy," you pout, scrunching your nose as he gives your cheek a kiss.
"Yeah?" Your boyfriend smirks, his hands gripping the sides of your waist, squeezing softly, pulling you closer to him.
"I could go a fair bit crazy over you, baby." His lips brush against yours.
Suddenly, the air is knocked out of your lungs when his lips crash against yours. It doesn't matter how many times he has kissed you; you just can't control the utter madness of butterflies swarming your stomach. The fuzzy feeling fills your senses with every touch of his fingertips on your hot skin. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips against yours, all conspire to make your heart flutter with the same giddy excitement as the very first time.
His touch is electric, sending shivers cascading down your spine as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw, his hand gently cradling your face. With a tender yet insistent pressure, he deepens the kiss, his lips parting yours in a silent invitation.
You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours as you move your hips against his. A soft moan slips past your lips into Jungkook's mouth as he guides your hips on his hardened length.
Jungkook's hand travels up, tangling in your hair, small, light rain drops start to fall down from the dark sky.
"Car?" he says in between kisses. You nod, moaning at the sensation of his lips on your collarbone, leaving purple, reddish marks.
You could never get tired of the way Jungkook looked at you, his eyes shimmery with a mix of love, need, and adoration. It was intoxicating, making you forget all your problems. The universe could have collapsed around you, and you would only care about his mouth on yours.
Everything about him was perfect, his scent, his touch, his voice, those beautiful lips, the way he looked at you, as if you were the only one that mattered in his world.
"Yes, car," you agree, breathy and disheveled.
In a swift motion, Jungkook stood and lifted you, carrying you to the car as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't until you reached the car that he broke the intense kiss, leaving your lips tingling with desire.
With a wicked grin, Jungkook, laid you on the backseat of his car. Jungkookâs fingers found the hem of your crop top, lifting it up, and you helped by throwing your hands over your head- revealing your lacy black bra.
A soft moan fell from your lips as he freed your breasts from the lace, by tugging downwards.
Your soft moans echoed within the car when your boyfriend cups your tits, massaging and kneading, your nipples hardening.
His lips found your jaw, kissing your neckâ his eyes darted up to meet yours before his lips met the peak of your nipple, hot breath, then suckling gently, keeping his gaze locked before shifting his attention to the other breast.
Moaning, you bit your lip, head falling back from the sensation. Jungkook loved how responsive you are, the way your nails dig into his upper back.
âFuck, youâre beautiful.â Jungkook moans, his calloused hands grip your waist in place to stop you from squirming on the leather seat.
He leaned in close, planting a trail of soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. âMine.â Your boyfriend whispered into your skin.
You licked your lips, not able to find the words to say what you wanted, as all your thoughts were consumed by lust. Your back arched, encouraging the caresses he was giving. His hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips met yours, deep and hungry, claiming your mouth as his. You let out a soft moan, your hands finding their way to his face.
âSpread your legs princess.â Jungkook says, his voice deep and gentleâ he taps on your inner thigh.
You hum softly, watching your boyfriend work on the zipper and buttons from your denim shorts. Jungkook pulls down your shorts down your legsâ your panties following quick after.
âLook how pretty this pussy is,â Jungkook chuckled, his eyes making contact with yours raising an eyebrow. He runs a finger down your slit making you choke out a desperate whine.
âFeels good baby?â He says, he adjusts himselfâ pushing your legs back, giving him more space to be face to face with your dripping core. You only moan in response when he drops a soft kiss on your clit.
You couldnât help the whimpers that escaped your lips, He smiled against your heat, He licked his lips as he slowly parted your folds with his thumbs, revealing your glistening clit. He took it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. You let out a desperate moan, your hips bucking in desperation.
He started flicking his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your back arched, grinding your pussy against his tongue, feeling it flick deep inside your folds.
âNgh, right there,â You dug your nails into his hair, your toes curling.
âRight here baby?â Jungkook smirked, inserting two fingers into your sopping hole. You couldn't help but moan and nod, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
âAss up, princess.â he ordered. Without needing to be told twice, you did as you were told, with wobbly legs you flip around. He roughly grabbed one cheek, squeezing it and spreading you, giving him a view of your tight, puckered hole.
Jungkooks cock twitches in his pants as he watches your holes clench over nothing. âFeeling empty?â He chuckles, a rough hand makes contact with your ass with a hard smackâ your back arches. You let out a loud squeal, pleasure and pain mixing together.
He lets out a low growl, his cock straining against his pants, Jungkook moans as he watches your wetness begin to drip down your thighs onto his seats.
âActually, do you want to tell me about the dragons you were reading about?â Jungkook jokes behind you making you snap your head backwards with a glare.
âYouâre annoying.â You pout, Jungkook eyes twinkle with amusementâ he bites down on his bottom lip containing the smile that is threatening to spill out. âAnnoying? I have you spread out in front of me baby⊠your pussy is literally dripping.â Jungkook tilts his head to the side cheekily.
Your boyfriend taps on your ass for you to turn around.
He didnât have to tell you twice as you flip around, before reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull down on the waistband, alongside his boxers. His cock springs out, the head red and aching.
Jungkook watches you wrap your hand over his thick length, giving a slow pump causing him to blow out a sigh. Jungkook stops you before you connect your lips with his cock.
âAs much as I want you to give me the head of my life, I fucking need to be inside your pretty pussy right now baby.â Jungkook rushes out, tugging on your loose hair backwards.
You pout at him. âLet me fuck you.â Jungkook whispers, the grip on your hair tighten pulling you upwardsâ his lips milliliters away from your face.
âFuck me.â You whimper.
The moment the words left your mouth jungkook is picking you up and placing you on top of his lap. Youâre leaning your back against Jungkook's chest, your legs spread open on each side of his big thighs. His arm is snaked around your waist pulling you closer into him.
âCramps?â Jungkook whispers into your neck, ânot yet.â You joke, he shakes his head with a small laugh before you wrap your hand around his cock aligning it to your entrance.
âGoing to take my cock like a good girl?â He guided your hand, aligning it to your dripping entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy before pushing his cock inside you. You feel the familiar pressure as he slowly slid his length inside you, your pussy sucking him in.
âSo big.. fuck.â You moan, your pussy clenching around him making him moan against your ear. âIf you keep doing that Iâm going to cum.â He chuckled.
You dipped down onto his cock, his cock hitting your cervix when you completely sat down on it. Your legs shake beside you, his hands fastly grip underneath your thighs.
âAll up my belly.â You moan, arching your back against him.
The sight of his cock inside you, buried up to the hilt, made him moan. "You're so tight," he half-whispered, half-growled against the shell of your ear, the roughness of his voice only fueling the intense passion that already burned through your veins.
He wove his fingers into your hair, guiding your head with an almost possessive need as he tilted you to give him better access to your lips. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading, claiming. His eyes closed for a moment as he savored the sensation of your wet, tight pussy engulfing him completely.
He groaned as you lifted yourself, his cock popping out momentarily before sliding back in when you slammed down on it, your cervix meeting his tip with each movement. It was a merciless, primal form of pleasure, your wetness coating his length with every thrust.
His eyes remained locked on you as you got lost in the sensation of his thick length filling you up, throaty moans leaving your lips as you moved on top of him, grinding down onto his cock, your hips moving in a circular motion. Jungkook couldn't help the low growl that left his throat
He pulled you back up, forcing you to bounce on his rigid cock, watching as your full lips parted in an ecstatic moan. The sway of your hips in time with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of you was so fucking erotic it was almost a crime.
You gasped, leaning back just enough to give Jungkook better access to your exposed neck. His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly which each bounce.
Jungkook's hips bucked up, meeting your bounces, desperate to get as deep as he could, to fill you up completely. The sensation was almost overpowering. A familiar heat was building inside you, a sweet ache that craved release.
Your eyes rolled back, waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.
His hips pumped faster, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most exquisite way. Jungkook took your lips in another deep, greedy kiss, muffling the sounds of your cries as you rocked your hips wildly, trying to take him as deep as you could, desperate to reach that peak that felt so tantalizingly close.
âI canât.â You cry, "That's it, baby, feel every inch." He urged you on.
The thrusts grew rougher, deafening the world around you except for the sound of your moans, his grunts, the soft squelching of your bodies coming together and the rain pouring outside.
The pressure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter until you could no longer contain it. Your entire body trembled as you came undone, shattering the quiet of the car with a lustful cry. Your pussy clamped down around Jungkook's cock,
"Cum for me, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust.
You let out a loud whine as his cock slipped out of you. Your body continued to rock back and forth, the ache of denial from not having his cock buried inside you being too much to bear. You glanced down between your legs, flushed when you noticed the stickiness that coated your inner thighs.
Jungkook picked up your trembling body and placed your back onto the leather seat. âGonâ fuck you missionary so I can see your pretty face when I fill you up with my cum.â Your boyfriend growls.
Jungkook wasted no time, returning home, his cock sliding inside you once more as you let out a needy moan.
His thrusts were relentless, deep, and hard, driving himself into you. The way your pussy immediately clenched around him, took him in so greedily, made him groan, his eyes locked on yours.
A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you eager for air. âH-harder,â you pant, your voice growing hoarse as his grip tightened.
The car rocked beneath the force of his thrusts, the sounds of wet slaps echoed, mixed with your cries of pleasure, your head tossing back, your eyes rolling back at the ferocity of his thrusts, the sensations building once more, the climax burning beneath your skin.
"Harder...fuck, harder," you cried out, your voice high-pitched and desperate. Jungkook chuckled, releasing his hold on your throat, you gasp as you inhale deeply for air.
Jungkook fingers find their way to your clit once more, his thumb rubbing it in circles while he continues to thrust into your soaked cunt.
The mix of the insistent pressure on your clit and the rough thrusts was too much, a wave of pure pleasure crashing over you, your pussy gripping his cock, your body pulsing around him. Jungkook pulled out, watching with a devilish grin as your pussy squirted all over the two of you.
Jungkook slapped his cock on your swollen clitâ watching your pussy spasm with spurts of juices, before pushing his cock back into you.
The sensation of being filled once more, the echo of your screams, bouncing off the car roof, and the overwhelming orgasm had left you lightheaded. You clung to Jungkook, panting, drool sliding down your chin.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me..." He groaned in pleasure, the sensation of your slick walls gripping him, almost drowning him.
"You... fuck me so good, baby," you panted, the words slurred, your voice bordering on sounding completely fucked-dumb. Your body shuddering, your pussy spasming around his cock, your orgasm brewing fast. Jungkook's hips sped up, his cock pulsing inside you.
Suddenly, your back arched, your vision filled with a white haze as another orgasm crashed over you. The delicious agony coursed through your body, your pussy clenching down on his cock, Jungkook grunted, feeling you contract around him, the sensation sending him over the edge. His cock pumped inside you, the warmth of his seed filling you up completely. He moaned against your neck, his heart pounding, lost in the sensation of having you completely wrapped around him
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his jaw clenching, his eyes closed as he rode out the intense wave of ecstasy. His breath hitched, his hips jerking, before he collapsed against you, his cock still throbbing inside you, spent.
Your body continued to tremble, the aftershocks of the powerful climax lingering. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in ragged pants, sweat beading on your forehead.
With a low growl, Jungkook slowly pulled out of you leaving you feeling impossibly empty. The slick sound of his withdrawal accompanied by a heated chuckle of his.
Jungkook looked down, the sight of your pussy dripping with his cumâ your wet pussy gaping, waiting for him to fill you once again.
Jungkook watched, captivated by the scene, as you reached down to collect his cum, watching as you pushed it back inside.
âFuck.. that was hot.â Jungkook groaned, his lips landed on your face, trails of wet kisses from your forehead, down to your nose, your cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. The storm outside, the rain and thunder providing the soundtrack to your post-coital bliss.
Your limp, spent body sprawled over his car seats, your heart still racing, your breaths coming in shallow pants. You gazed up at him, the sweat on his forehead, the flush on his cheeks, the lust still in his eyes, his breathing heavy. A hand cupped your cheek, his fingers gently stroking your jawline as his lips moved against yours in a tender kiss.
Jungkook traced his fingers along your jawline, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
"You good, baby?" He asked, the tenderness in his voice, an unexpected warmth to the intensity of what had just happened.
Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him and giving a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah, just a bit sore," you responded, blatantly referring to the aching between your legs.
"You're cute, baby," Jungkook whispered into your lips, the simple remark warming you, leaving your heart fluttering. You hummed in content.
The two of you lay there, naked, your skin still glistening from sweat, the weight of the storm outside more comforting than daunting. Your breaths slowly returning to normal.
A beat of silence permeated the car until Jungkook finally broke it, his voice brimming with mirth. "So... do you think we fucked better than the dragons from your book?"
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never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut
notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)
cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOTđ) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.
thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy
so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out
but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned
like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.
but one time he really caught you off guard-
it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.
he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.
"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.
you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.
"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"
"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.
"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.
"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.
you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."
"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."
"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"
"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.
"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"
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why are printers so hated? it's simple:
computers are good at computering. they are not good at the real world.
the biggest problems in computers, the ones that have had to change the most over the time they've existed, are the parts that deal with the real world. The keyboard, the mouse, the screen. every computer needs these, but they involve interacting with the real world. that's a problem. that's why they get replaced so much.
now, printers: printers have some of the most complex real-world interaction. they need to deposit ink on paper in 2 dimensions, and that results in at least three ways it can go on right from the start. (this is why 3D printers are just 2D printers that can go wrong in another whole dimension)
scanners fall into many of the same problems printers have, but fewer people have scanners, and they're not as cost-optimized. But they are nearly as annoying.
This is also why you can make a printer better by cutting down on the number of moving elements: laser printers are better than inkjets, because they only need to move in one dimension, and their ink is a powder, not a liquid. and the best-behaved printers of all are thermal printers: no ink and the head doesn't move. That's why every receipt printer is a thermal printer, because they need that shit to work all the time so they can sell shit. And thermal is the most reliable way to do that.
But yeah, cost-optimization is also a big part of why printers are such finicky unreliable bastards: you don't want to pay much for them. Who is excited for all the printing they're gonna be doing? basically nobody. But people get forced to have a printer because they gotta print something, for school or work or the government or whatever. So they want the cheapest thing that'll work. They're not shopping on features and functionality and design, they want something that costs barely anything, and can fucking PRINT. anything else is an optional bonus.
And here's the thing: there's a fundamental limit of how much you can optimize an inkjet printer, and we got near to it in like the late 90s. Every printer since then has just been a tad smaller, a tad faster, and added some gimmicks like printing from WIFI or bluetooth instead of needing to plug in a cable.
And that's the worst place to be in, for a computer component. The "I don't care how fancy it is, just give me one that works" zone. This is why you can buy a keyboard for 20$ and a mouse for 10$ and they both work plenty fine for 90% of users. They're objectively shit compared to the ones in the 60-150$ range, but do they work? yep. So that's what people get.
Printers fell into that zone long, long ago, when people stopped getting excited about "desktop publishing". So with printers shoved into the "make them as cheap as possible" zone, they have gotten exponentially shittier. Can you cut costs by 5$ a printer by making them jam more often? good. make them only last a couple years to save a buck or two per unit? absolutely. Can you make the printer cost 10$ less and make that back on the proprietary ink cartridges? oh, they've been doing that since Billy Clinton was in office.
It's the same place floppy disks were in in about 2000. CD-burners were not yet cheap enough, USB flash drives didn't exist yet (but were coming), modems weren't fast enough yet to copy stuff over the internet, superfloppies hadn't taken over like some hoped, and memory cards were too expensive and not everyone had a drive for them. So we still needed floppy disks, but at the same time this was a technology that hadn't changed in nearly 20 years. So people were tired of paying out the nose for them... the only solution? cut corners. I have floppy disks from 1984 that read perfectly, but a shrinkwrapped box of disks from 1999 will have over half the disks failed. They cut corners on the material quality, the QA process, the cleaning cloth inside the disk, everything they could. And the disks were shit as a result.
So, printers are in that particular note of the death-spiral where they've reached the point of "no one likes or cares about this technology, but it's still required so it's gone to shit". That's why they are so annoying, so unreliable, so fucking crap.
So, here's the good news:
You can still buy a better printer, and it will work far better. Laser printers still exist, and LED printers work the same way but even cheaper. They're still more expensive than inkjets (especially if you need color), but if you have to print stuff, they're a godsend. Way more reliable.
This is not a stable equilibrium. Printers cannot limp along in this terrible state forever. You know why I brought up floppy disk there? (besides the fact I'm a giant floppy disk nerd) because floppy disks GOT REPLACED. Have you used one this decade? CD-Rs and USB drives and internet sharing came along and ate the lunch of floppy disks, so much so that it's been over a decade since any more have been made. The same will happen to (inkjet) printers, eventually. This kind of clearly-broken situation cannot hold. It'll push people to go paperless, for companies to build cheaper alternatives to take over from the inkjets, or someone will come up with a new, more reliable printer based on some new technology that's now cheap enough to use in printers. Yeah, it sucks right now, but it can't last.
So, in conclusion: Printers suck, but this is both an innate problem caused by them having to deal with so much fucking Real World, and a local minimum of reliability that we're currently stuck in. Eventually we'll get out of this valley on the graph and printers will bother people a lot less.
Random fun facts about printing of the past and their local minimums:
in the hot metal type era, not only would the whole printing process expose you to lead, the most common method of printing text was the linotype, which could go wrong in a very fun way: if the next for a line wasn't properly justified (filling out the whole row), it could "squirt", and lead would escape through gaps in the type matrix. This would result in molten lead squirting out of the machine, possibly onto the operator. Anecdotally, linotype operators would sometimes recognize each other on the street because of the telltale spots on their forearms where they had white splotches where no hair grew, because they got bad lead burns. This type of printing remained in use until the 80s.
Another fun type of now-retired printers are drum printers, a type of line printer. These work something like a typewriter or dot-matrix printer, except the elements extend across the entire width of the paper. So instead of printing a character at time by smacking it into the paper, the whole line got smacked nearly at once. The problem is that if the paper jammed and the printer continued to try to print, that line of the paper would be repeatedly struck at high speed, creating a lot of heat. This worry created the now-infamous Linux error: "lp0 on fire". This was displayed when the error signals from a parallel printer didn't make sense... and it was a real worry. A high speed printer could definitely set the paper on fire, though this was rare.
So... one thing to be grateful about current shitty inkjet printers: they are very unlikely to burn anything, especially you.
(because before they could do that they'd have to work, at least a little, first, and that's very unlikely)
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love in the dark.
yandere pretty boyfriend x fem!reader.
cw: drugging, black-mail, non-con blowjob, degradation. Featuring @meo-eiru 's OC, Elias â€ïž
MDNI.
âYou better work,â Elias threatened the baby pink candle he was holding between pretty, manicured fingers.
One might even compare it to the young man himself. Long and more thin than thick, the pink wax at the tip molded into a heart shape, white wick sticking through the middle. Elias always had love on the brain, at least when it came to you. Pity he didn't have a fine white wick of logic to split his head in two, or rather, his heart. But, when you love the way he did, weren't those two practically the same thing?
He doesn't know how many hours he spent on the dark web to find this, some sort of âlove candle.â Whatever that bullshit meant. The description the seller left behind was short and to the point.
âIgnite this candle in the presence of your desired person and watch them fall in love with you.â
Even Elias in all his lovesickness found it hard to believe, but it was that sickness itself that led him to purchasing the item. He hadn't gotten a gig lately so he prayed for the payment to go through, giving himself a headache for purchasing a mere candle that was six hundred and fifty dollars. God, the things he would do for you (or to you, but that's a completely different matter.)
You, the object of his affections. His sweet, sweet, sweet best friend who has saved him more times than he could count. You were entirely too good for him and he knew it.
A special knock on his door alerted him to your presence, and he knew it was you because you two had created that very knock in sophomore year of university. Long after he changed his name, you still had the heart to played with him like a child. Where others laughed at his girlish tears and overgrown sobs, you healed his inner child with every hug, every whisper, every time you'd look into his eyes and tell him, âit's okay, Elias. I'm here for you.â
And you always were.
No matter how bad his tantrums got, you never got sick of him. You were the only one who stayed. You practically conditioned him. How could he ever want anyone else after tasting a drop of your sweetness?
âHi, darling!â Elias opened the door and pulled you in for a hug, kicking the door shut behind you. âSomeone's mighty dressed up for a movie night in, hehe. Oooh, is this wine? Gimme gimmie!â
Taking the bag from your hands, Elias turned to put it on the table, laying a sweaty palm against his flushed cheek. Heaven, he couldn't do this much longer! Just a hug from you and a whiff of that perfume had him hardening in his yoga pants. He stayed faced away from you as he rocked side to side, subtly rubbing himself against the bottle you brought just for him. All for him.
âSo, I was thinking we could start with a rom-com and then maybe a western, for variety, and after that there's a three hour long horror movie I found that-â
âSorry, Elias.â
Glittering eyelids opened themselves.
âSee, my boyfriend injured his arm in a game yesterday, so I need to go help cook for him,â you explained. Your sorry eyes seared into his back.
Ah, yes. That boyfriend of yours. Taller than Elias, bigger than Elias, handsome enough to be called a heartthrob and an athlete by profession. A real winner, that boyfriend of yours!
Elias wanted to spit on his corpse.
âOh, your boyfriend!â He clasped his hands together and turned to face you. âThe one who forgot to pick you up at the mall last week because he slept through his alarm, right? I remember him.â Elias fiddled with one of the bottles of wine now, snarling. So much for a âgift,â you were just trying to buy his forgiveness.
âYes, Eli, that boyfriend,â you chuckled. âBut I forgave him for that, you know? Nobody's perfect.â
The illusion of bliss he was swept up in from hearing that sweet nickname quickly shattered.
âNobody's perfect.â Elias knew that better than anyone else. Afterall, he was the last thing but, and yet you still treated him so preciously.
So, why? Why was it the very same thing he fell in love with you for, you were flaunting to just anyone? Don't you know that love isn't free? Especially not yours! How many bottles of hair dye, micro-needling appointments, collagen fillers, and waxing appointments did he go to for your love? By God he knows his deadname didn't deserve you, but didn't Elias at least earn a little bit of your attention?
How dare you, honestly. How dare you show someone else the kindness you won him over with? How dare you waltz in here just to stand him up for another man! How dare you fucking-
âEli?â
âYes, my beloved?â
You looked upon him tentatively, a testament to what a ticking time bomb he is. âOh, alright, I forgive you.â He waved you off playfully and walked over to hold both of your hands in his. âBut next time, I'll tie you up and keep you here forever, munchkin~â
Your laugh mingled with his. As if you thought he was joking.
âAh, but, darling! At least have a drink with me before you go. It would be lonely to pop open a bottle by myself, hm?â
A single drink.
That's what you and Elias agreed on. One glass and you'd be on your way to that wretch. You didn't drive to get here and assured Elias that your boyfriend would drive you back home. As if.
âOh, before we cheers,â Elias put his glass down and went to rummage for a box of matches, shaking his hips this way and that while humming in his search.
âSomeone's in a good mood,â you grinned, watching him groove to imaginary music.
âYes, with you around I always am,â he teased and returned to the table. He put the candle in the stand and lit it.
It was only a little unsettling that he watched you instead of the matches while he did so.
âThat's a really cute candle, Elias. Where'd you get it?â you asked him as he sat down across from you, drink in hand.
âOh, this old thing? It's just something I had laying around- Oh my god!â
Elias flinched as the candle suddenly exploded, letting out a small puff of wind that blew his hair back and left behind a plume of pink smog.
âDarling?! Are you- ack! You okay?â Elias wafted the air between hacking coughs until he could see your face again.
You looked shocked, as one would when a candle explodes in their face, but then you started laughing. Small titters that rang like a bell until it turned into gasps that made you grab your stomach.
âYou're, hahahaha, so, so silly, Eli! Haha, where do you get these things?!â
Oh, honey. He couldn't stop loving you even if he tried.
âOh, stop that, you! How was I supposed to know it would do that,â Elias played along, ears still tinged pink at his little blunder. You two looked at each other and then fell into joined laughter.
This light, airy feeling was a drug to him. No matter how boring he was, how flat his personality, you could always find something more in him. Something to talk about, to laugh about, to entertain him with. Something he couldn't find by himself.
It's like the universe sent you to him as if to say, âhey! This is the person who will make life worth living! The one who will take that mind numbing emptiness away!â
And who was he to deny the wishes of the universe?
âWorthless piece of junk,â Elias muttered when things settled down. The candle really was a sham then. âAt least it smells nice,â he lit the candle again and waved the match to out it. âAnyways, I got a manicure today and the lady was way too rough with my cuticles. She should quit if that's the service she's going to give.â
He brought his nails up, inspecting the blood red polish.
He was met with silence.
âDarling?â
Your head was down, lip trapped between your teeth.
âR-Right. Well, it's pretty,â you shot him a sad kind of smile. âIt's just, well, no. Hm, uh, noâŠI forgot, I guess?â Elias watched you scramble around until small tears dripped from your eyes. âI guess I just forgot that you see other women every day.â
His heart froze in his chest.
âAnd, I, I know she was just doing her job, but holding your hand while she did your nails- she did hold your hand, right? That's a littleâŠâ
You trailed off and wiped your tears, willing yourself to gather such thoughts while Elias looked on in shock.
His eyes flicked to the candle, to you, the candle, you. Always you.
âShe did,â he said simply, cautiously, âhold my hand. Yes, she did.â Your face cumbled, making Elias shoot up. âBut I hated it! I wished it was you! I want you to be the one holding my hand!â
âReally?â Those big, wet eyes pleaded with him. âBecause, I get jealous, you know.â
Something below his belt started stirring.
âIs that so?â He hummed and pulled his chair over next to you, thumbing the tears under your eyes like you had done for him so many times before.
The light of the candle reflected in your eyes and when Elias glanced over, it had melted remarkably quickly. The leftover wax dripped onto the table but he couldn't care less.
First things first, he needed to make sure what he hypothesized was real. That this wasn't a ploy.
âYou know, dear, I was very hurt when you started going out with that bastard. You hurt me, a lot. How do you think I felt?â He cooed like you were a child, soft and gentle in his palm.
âI'm so sorry, Eli. I'll break up with him, okay? I only want you! I'm really- mmph!â
Not the romantic first kiss he was dreaming of, but perfect nonetheless.
All this groveling and begging, over little olâ him? It was too cute. He could just eat you up! But before that, it seems Elias was going to be devoured first.
âDarling? Ngh!â You were tangling your tongue with his, sucking his lips, his cheeks, his tongue, leaving little nibbles on his blushing skin. âHold on, I need to-â
âNeed to what, Eli? I need you right now,â you swallowed, âI feel like my body is on fire.â
Oh, god, the candle really did work. You were squirming on your chair, rubbing your legs together and giving him the absolute cutest puppy eyed stare. You wanted him. You wanted him.
âYeah?â Elias said breathlessly, trying to keep pace with you, âwell I think I need an apology for you cheating on me first.â
He stood up and pulled his oversized sweater up, letting you peek at the bulge growing underneath tight grey cotton.
âOh, Eli! It's so pretty!â You weren't shy about rubbing him over his pants. âAll of you is so, so pretty, baby. Can IâŠsuck you?â
âDarling, I'm yours!â He said eagerly, the sudden onslaught of praise leaving him dizzy. âAnything you want to do, I'm yours!â
By the time you peeled down his pants and had his leaking dick positioned at your mouth, he was ready to burst. He was entirely ready to finally get his reward, but you hesitated.
âWait, Eli. I think we should wait, umâŠmy boyfriend. I should break up with him first.â
That goddamn candle should have come with a special feature to make you forget anyone but him all together.
Elias probably looked terrifying right now, fine features underlit by the glow of the candle, staring down at you harshly. For once, he didn't find your babbling cute. Not when every other word was your boyfriend's name. So, Elias kindly shut you up.
âThere we go~â Elias cooed, thrusting his hips a little. âAh, ah, darling. Don't run from it,â he giggled, âor I'll shove it down your fucking throat~â
You were choking on his cock, unable to pull away with how he had his fingers locked behind your head. More than you moving, it was Elias who was pumping himself in and out of your mouth, not stopping until his balls slapped against your chin every time.
âWhat a good little thing you are, angel. I love you so much! Hey, do you love me too? I asked if you loved me too!â
Even under the effects of the candle, you looked scared. Elias was frantic now, not only his balls hitting your chin, but his toned abdomen smashing into your face as he fucked your entire head roughly. âDirty fucking bitch! I trusted you! I love you and you left me for dead to go date that idiot! Do you know how much that hurt me?! How much I need you?! You were supposed to me mine, all mine, just like I'm yours! You dirty, dirty f-fucking whore!â Elias let out a wet sob, spilling down your throat with his eyes screwed shut.
Heavy pants left his mouth as he stumbled back to sit on his chair, chest heaving up and down. Even through your coughing, you couldn't help but worry about him.
âEli? A-Are you okay?â
What a wreck your voice was, no doubt you'd be feeling him in your throat for days.
âIt's not all out.â
âHuh? I don't understand-â
âLift your shirt up.â He wasn't asking.
The smooth expanse of your chest was revealed and Elias used it as extra motivation to get the last few drops of cum out, fisting his tip roughly to pull out those last thick strings. It pearled on your skin beautifully and you didn't hesitate to stick your tongue out, cleaning him off properly with soft sucks that made him tremble.
âGood girl,â he sighed and eventually sat. It was like the devil was released from him. He was just Elias again, your Eli. âThat was my first blowjob, you know,â he giggled cutely, like you two were mischievous kids sharing secrets in a treehouse.
Elias sighed and leaned in to hug you after lifting his pants back over his soft length. âOh, my baby. I can't believe this worked. Had I known, I wouldn't have done this sooner. I can't believe you're finally mine,â he mumbled into your hair. âI love you, darling. And you love me too, right?â
Silence.
âDarling?â
Elias held you at shoulder length away, not wanting to let go of you completely yet. âHey, why the tears, darling? Hehe, do you love me that much? Aw, well-â
âI'm sorry, Elias.â Your dark pupils met his.
There was no reflection from the candlelight anymore. In fact, the flame had blown out completely by now, leaving behind a sad little puddle of wax.
Your arms pushed his off as you stood up. âShitâŠI- oh god, my boyfriend. What's wrong with me?! I'm sorry, Eli- I mean, Elias, um, I think the wine was a bit too strong for me. I really didn't mean toâŠâ
What the hell was this?! Was this- did your love only last while the candle was lit?!
âWhat the fuck!â Elias cursed loudly, fingers gripping his silky tresses. The situation was beckoning a meltdown.
âI know, Elias, I'm so sorry, but I don't know what came over me!â
You were scared, he could see it. And he's sure part of that fear was from the ache in your throat, the names he had called you when he was at the peak of bliss. How he carried on when he was so sure you were his completely. Over what, a stupid candle? He was an idiot! He had to do damage control.
âIt'sâŠalright, darling. It's okay. Hm,â Elias hummed as he thought, standing up to pace. âIt's okay. Your boyfriend is waiting for you after all, run along now. It's getting late.â
âElias?â You weren't sure what was going on.
âDon't worry, dear,â Elias looked at you with warm eyes. âI can keep a secret. We just got a little overwhelmed, didn't we?â
He was giving you a way out, obviously. But why?
âRight,â you said, unsure.
âThat's okay, we all have our moments,â Elias giggled and walked over, wrapping his arms around you, letting one sneak down to cup your ass. âSome more than others.â
âI don't think we should be-â
âBe what? You already swallowed my load, pumpkin. Let it dribble all down your chin and everything,â he mused, rubbing a finger against your lower lip. âOr did you want to come clean to your boyfriend?â
âNo! I really don't know what happened!â
âThen it's a secret,â Elias whispered, pulling you in for a kiss. You were helpless to him, unable to pull away under the looming threat of him snitching on you. His tongue traced your lips before he pulled away.
âI won't tell if you won't, darling.â
Elias sent you off with a few more kisses and a slap on your ass, already hard again and humping you like a dog all the way to the door where you left with tears in your eyes. You were just too cute!
It wasn't much, but it was something. The only excitement Elias could offer you. Now, he had a personality.
He was your secret lover.
âAha! How wonderful!â Elias twirled around in excitement. What an adventure!
Soon, he'd guilt your sweet soul into breaking up with that idiot and you'd be all his. He already had a foot in the door after all.
Bringing a hand to his lips, he recalled the way yours felt against his. Marvelous, absolutely marvelous!
Hmm..
Elias took his phone out and sent you a quick text.
âI think I left some lipstick on you, darling. Clean that up before you see you know who ;)â
Not even moment later, his phone rang.
âHey, Elias?â
âEli,â he corrected.
âYeah, can you not-â
âEli.â
ââŠEli. Uh, can you not send texts like that, please? Just in case he sees.â
A shiver ran up Eliasâ spine at the secrecy of it all. You two were bound by sin.
âOf course, darling. I'll call you tonight then.â
âI'm spending the night with him,â you said nervously. âI can't.â
âAlright then, I'll just text you,â Elias inspected his nails casually.
âBut-! Ugh, fine. I'll call you later.â
âPerfect. We'll talk soon then. Make sure your camera is on, I'm still throbbing over here,â he giggled.
âI have to go now,â you whispered.
âI love you, darling.â
âYes, he's coming so-â
âI said I love you!â
ââŠI love you too, Eli. Bye.â
Elias waited for you to hang up with a smile. You were already cracking under the pressure of your unwanted affair. Sure it would hurt you now, but if this didn't last long then it would be him hurting later. Surely, you wouldn't be able to deal with that, not your kind heart. After all, his beauty is something that shouldn't be marred, you said so yourself.
It was only a matter of time now.
a/n: I actually finished this over a week ago but the Elias lore kept pouring in and I was scrambling to edit to make this as canon as possible but I gave up sooooo, yeah đ just imagine this as eli if he actually acted on half the shit he wants to do ig lmfaooo
Also can't believe I wrote unwilling reader because Elias is literally my baby muffin snuggly pie googlie bear and i love him, but i love men suffering more ig đ
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#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere oc#yandere boy#yandere boyfriend#yandere#yandere male#yandere smut
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She has got to stop fucking white British men for like a month to get it out of her system then she will be normal again, like people with caffeine addictions who canât go three days without coffee or they get physically sick, shakey, and have severely impaired judgment
#itâs none of my business bc I donât actually care about her#I donât actually care about the personal lives of celebrities at all and have emotional stake in the matter#personally I think this is the funniest thing she couldâve done#but Iâve just seen too many of my bisexual artisy crunchy friends go through a breakup and rebound with the worlds UGLIEST bad decision man#itâs like watching the worlds richest car crash#like girlâŠ. this can NOT be good for anyone involved#you have every right to do whatever you want but this is just objectively a bad call#you should KNOW this by now baby#ah well#hope she doesnât waste a song on ts 11 on him
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LOVE ME BACK â yu jimin
after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend of two years, you find solace in a bar and a mystery womanâs arms. you were convinced it was just a one time thing. yet, you didnât expect to see her again at your workplace.
TAGS â fluff, lowk crack, suggestive themes, mentions of sex and alcohol, ceo!rina, office au, reader has a boyfriend (at first), hwang hyunjin as plot device, mentions of cheating, probably a hr violation, jealousy, hidden relationship, cursing
WORDCOUNT â 10.3k
when you were younger, your dream was to be an astronaut. now in your early twenties, youâve succumbed to the average 9-5 job that every adult hates. your job was a pain in the neck, figuratively and literally. staring at a computer all day was tough work, but if you said that out loud, you would seem like a lunatic.
your hands dance bleakly across the keyboard, fingers tapping insistently to finish the report. maybe you would even get home on time today. a vibration from your phone distracts your focus, a message from your boyfriend.
staring at the notification, you sigh and pick up your phone to text back. itâs a chain of messages, ranging from urgent calls to angry scoldings. your eyes narrow as a call comes in, displaying, hyun âĄ.
âhyunjin oppa,â you whisper, âiâm at work.â
âyouâre still at work? i thought i told you that my sisterâs visiting today? my mumâs cooking for you.â
groaning internally, you reply softly, âiâm really sorry but this report will probably take half an hour more. tell unnie and auntie iâll be late.â
hyunjinâs voice rings through the phone, irritated, âi told you about it. did you forget or are you just not willing to spend time with my family?â
âi didnât forget, seriously, and you know i love your family and your mumâs cooking.â
thatâs kind of a lie. you werenât really welcomed with his family. his mother had objected to your relationship from the get go. his father was cold and indifferent. his sister was the only one who actually talked to you. but his motherâs cooking was good.
âyouâre prioritising your work over spending time with me,â hyunjin states.
âi made this clear from the start,â you pinch your nose bridge, âmy job always comes first.â
his annoyed tone shines through, bright as day, âi donât get why youâre still working at that firm. i can provide for the both of us.â
you sigh, frustrated at hyunjinâs insolence.
âi enjoy this job,â a lie, âi donât want to just stay in my apartment all day with nothing to do and i worked hard to get here.â true.
âthatâs why you should just move in with me.â with that mother of his? no way in hell.
âi like my apartment,â you say firmly, glancing at the unfinished report open, âoppa, if youâre just going to scold me, at least do it later. iâm working now.â
âyouâre always working. how can you work so much? y/n, are you preoccupied with something else? or someone?â
anger bubbles lowly in your veins.
âwhat on earth are you saying?â
âiâm saying that you may be busy with someone. whatever, if youâre always working, letâs just end things here. i canât always be waiting for you at home.â
âyou donât make time for me either. on my off-days, you always hang out with your friends. how many dates have you cancelled?â
âiâm sorry i have a social life. my life doesnât revolve around spending time with you. if you have a problem with it, letâs break up.â
you roll your eyes. you would be amused at how a 24 year old would think so irrationally, if that 24 year old wasnât breaking up with you right now. your hand forms a fist on the table. maybe hyunjin was fine with lazing around at home, letting his mother serve him like a maid. but you werenât. hyunjin didnât have any ambitions, dropping out of college after his first year, claiming it was too difficult. you had only cooed at him gently, his first and only year at college was when you met him and started dating.
âfine. letâs break up as you wish. ask yeji unnie to pack my things at your house, iâll pick it upââ
the call ends abruptly, youâre baffled at his childish antics. groaning, you throw your head into your hands. was your two year relationship really ending here? over a phone call? tossing your phone to the side, you perk up, determined to take your mind off your boyfriend. you still had a job to do after all.
yet, the thought of losing the two years youâve spent with hyunjin makes you frown. he wasnât a bad boyfriend. he was a nice guy, most of the time. he was a man after all, he had his stupid moments. spending two years with him meant that some part of you actually liked him. maybe not to the extent of love. youâve never thought about it.
is that why he broke up with you? because you werenât in it for love? was hwang hyunjin just another guy for you to past time with? if you couldnât find love with a guy like hyunjin, whoâs good looking and well-mannered, who could you find love with? were you some emotionless robot who didnât care for othersâ feelings?
forcefully removing these persisting questions from your head, you focus on the report. missing fabric, wrong dimensions, plagiarised designs, what was wrong with this fashion company?
âsunbae, still not clocking out?â kim minjeong, the new intern and coincidentally, your junior from high school, peeks above your computer. you shake your head, smiling sheepishly at her, âdonât call me sunbae, Iâm ms seo right now.â
minjeong pouts, âsorry, iâm just not used to it. and youâre only like, a year older. want me to wait for you?â
you eye the report with distain, grimacing, âitâs okay, minjeong. you can go first, i think this will take a long time.â
the younger girl nods and quickly leaves. youâve never wished you were someone else so badly before. your eyes follow minjeong from her cubicle to the lift. you slap your cheeks, willing yourself to focus.
after a few excruciating long hours, you clap your hands merrily, eyes gleaming with excitement and happiness. the stupid report was finally finished! you hum happily as you pack up your things. once you had picked up your bag, a notification graces your phone.
swiping up, itâs a text from yeji, warning you that hyunjin had left the house urgently. concerned, but not panicking, you reply saying that maybe he went out for fresh air. yejiâs next few messages are about how their mother is blaming you for hyunjinâs bad mood.
whatever. you canât find it in yourself to care.
still overjoyed by the fact you had finished the mundane report, you head down to the lobby, grinning. a few employees who were still there eyed you weirdly but you brushed them off. today was a good day, despite stupid hyunjin.
as the doors open, you bring out your phone. no new messages from hyunjin or yeji. maybe it was partially your fault for making promises you couldnât keep. ugh. the late night graces your presence, streets filled with busy cars. you check the time, 8pm. you should take your mind off hyunjin. and what better way to do so than to go get drunk?
you quickly text yizhuo, whoâs probably also drinking right now.
seo y/n [8.26pm]:
are u at jiwoongâs bar?
i just ended
ning yizhuo [8.27pm]:
howâd you know?
iâm drinking with chenle
come unnie
chenle? you furrow your brows. wasnât he that super rich kid who yizhuo plays video games with? ah, whatever, you seriously need to get drunk now.
swiftly hauling down a cab (honestly, props to you. calling a taxi at night was basically war), you make your way to the bar.
itâs a relatively new establishment, furnished with matte dark oak floorings and a sleek marble bar. it was the closest bar to your workplace, making it a common meeting area for you and your co-workers. normally, during the last day of each month, team manager kim would bring you to go drinking. you push at the doors, the sight of two figures yelling at each other greet you. usually, you would have ignored it. itâs a bar, itâs common to have drunk people fighting. yet, when you squinted closely, realisation struck you.
âhyunjin?â you gasp, âwhat are you doing here?â
your ex-boyfriend swerves around, eyes blazing with fury as yizhuo curses at him.
âwhere were you?â he demands, âi texted you multiple times.â
you turn on your phone, grimacing at the countless messages.
âit was on silent mode. if you want to talk, letâs go outside, donât disturb the people here.â
yizhuo attempts to follow but you just hold a hand out. if hyunjin hurt yizhuo, you would never forgive yourself. besides, this was something you had to do alone.
begrudgingly, hyunjin agrees and exits the bar. out in the street, you take note of his dishevelled self.
âwhyâd you decide to come here? i know youâre here to find another guy. who is it? iâll fucking kill him,â hyunjin seethes. you notice the slight flush in his face. was he drunk?
unable to remain passive, you say firmly, âhyunjin, you said you wanted to break up. now that iâve seen you, letâs break up.â
âare you fucking serious?â he asks incredulously, âi came all the way here to find you and you are the one breaking up with me?â
you retort, âyou are the one who said you want to end things. if i found another guy, so what? weâre not dating anymore.â
your last few words hit a nerve. hyunjinâs hands fly out to grab your arms, furiously digging his fingernails into your wrists.
âiâll fucking kill you if you leave me for another man, donât test me seo y/n,â he growls. disgusted, you try to escape from his hold. being taller and a guy, heâs obviously stronger. you feel your skin breaking at the edge.
âlet go!â you grit your teeth, trying to pry his fingers off. he relentlessly grips on, even managing to avoid any attempts of your escape.
slow, steady footsteps approach. you notice the look of anxiety on hyunjinâs face. what would this look like to an outsider? his grip doesnât lessen however. the figure opens the doors, raising an eyebrow.
âwhat the hell are you looking at?â hyunjin snarls. your eyes fly to the stranger. itâs a woman, thank god.
despite your current predicament, you canât help but admire the woman staring at you. her face was sculpted by the gods; dark, deep, hypnotising eyes, a tall nose bridge, red, full lips that formed a thin line.
âwhy are you assaulting a woman?â god, you could just die hearing her voice. husky and intimidating, hyunjin was practically quivering in his feet.
âi-iâm not doing anything! youâre the one staring at us, bitch.â
her eyes narrow and she scoffs, âdid your mother teach you any manners? i was just concerned for her safety,â she gestures to you, âit seems as if youâre holding her here, unwilling to let go.â
âiâm not doing jackshit.â
your eyes bore into her, calling out for help.
âah,â the stranger inches closer, fingers trailing from your shoulder to your arm. you shudder at her touch. she smirks, âwhy donât you let her go now? or should i call the police on you, hwang hyunjin?â
hyunjinâs face turns red. nervousness grows at the sight of his anger.
âhow the fuck do you know my name?â
she tilts her head, reminiscent of a curious puppy, âoh, donât you know who i am? tell your father if his son acts up again, we might not continue our deal.â
âhow do you know my dad?â hyunjin yells, âand what deal do you have with him?â
âiâm your fatherâs biggest business partner. how would he feel if he found out he lost his company because of his idiot son? or would you want me to reveal some of your own secrets? whatâs her name, jiyeon?â
your eyes widen at the mention of hyunjinâs ex. he had broken up with lee jiyeon months before meeting you. why was this stranger bringing her up again? and how did she know so much?
hyunjin glances at you, âdonât you fucking dare.â
by now, hyunjin had let go of your hand entirely. the stranger just sighs dramatically and stares at her fingernails.
âhyunjin-ssi, you really have a knack for being a public nuisance. i just wanted a drink, and my precious evening was interrupted by you screaming. ah, should you really be concerned about your ex-girlfriend finding a new guy? havenât you already done so while still in the relationship?â
in a second, hyunjin lunges for the stranger. his hands fly out to grab at her hair, but she manages to dodge the sudden attack. frowning at hyunjin, the stranger finally scoffs, âyouâre pathetic. donât you dare touch my clothes, theyâre designer. leave now before i call the cops on you.â despite his anger, hyunjin actually looks spooked and quickly stomps away. thank god. she swats off the imaginary dust on her shoulders and turns to you.
in contrast to before, she sends a small smile, âyou did a good job breaking up with this idiot.â
âthank you for saving me.â
she shrugs, âitâs all right. he was being a nuisance.â
âiâm sorryâŠâ you ask, âbut how did you know so much about hyunjin?â
âi deal with the hwang group. i have met his father on several occasions. sometimes, he has to clean up his sonâs mess. most of the time, he canât do it alone. hence, he finds us,â her smile turns into a grimace, âi apologise that someone like him has been taking advantage of you. i assure you that hwang hyunjin and park jiyeon will be taken care of.â
âno, itâs okay, i kind of had a feeling already,â you hesitate to reach out to her, âuhm, can i know your name?â
the stranger adjusts her clothes; a black pantsuit. your eyes trail down from her face to her luminous black hair. they follow the shape of her jawline, sharp as a knife, down to her collarbones. you unconsciously swallow your saliva.
âyou can call me jimin,â she says, taking a piece of card out from her pocket, handing it to you. your eyes skim the details. yu jimin. nothing else is on the card except for a phone number. âwhat can i call you?â
ây/n, seo y/n.â
âif you find yourself in another situation as such, i will do my best to help, y/n.â
you canât believe a woman like her is pledging her assistance to you.
unable to control yourself, you blurt out, âwhat can i do to repay you?â
jiminâs eyes form into slits, crinkling into a devilish smile.
âwhat are you insinuating?â
everything around you is soft, pillowy and warm. except for one. the incessant buzzing of something. it snaps you out of your reverie. groaning loudly, you throw your hand to reach out for the device causing the vibration. your fingers hit an unfamiliar surface. since when did you have a bedside table this close? eyelids fluttering open, you regain consciousness.
âwhat the hell?â you say out loud, sitting upright in bed. your phone lays beside you, its buzzing unable to distract you from what youâre seeing. white silk sheets covered your bare body, which was littered with bite marks and hickeys. it trailed on from your neck to the dip in your hips. lingering bruises were left on your thighs too.
oh fuck.
you were screwed.
grasping your phone, you scan the room for your clothes. finally catching sight of your scattered clothes, you gently pick them up, face turning red at the sight of your well-marked body. your purse and belongings are littered all over the floor as well. a disgruntled groan emits from the bunched up blankets. itâs only now you realise thereâs a person below it, snoring peacefully.
wincing at the slight soreness in your lower body, you gently throw the duvet cover off you and slowly put on your clothes, afraid of disturbing the sleeping woman. taking one last look at the bed, a mop of black hair contrasting the pale serene face below.
running your hands through your hair to comb the mess, you rush out of the bedroom. the sight before you leaves you in awe. whoever this jimin person was, her apartment was amazingly furnished. whatever, you shake your head before you could be further distracted.
thereâs countless messages left by yizhuo, all inquiring about your whereabouts. shit. you forgot to tell her. after assuring her that you were alive and not kidnapped, you quickly navigate your way back home. surprisingly, jiminâs modern apartment wasnât far away from yours, despite the contrast between the two homes. you could infer accurately that karina was some wealthy bachelorette who held power. between her penthouse and the conversation with hyunjin, she was probably a high rank in the business industry.
after reaching your house, you take a much needed shower and slip into a white button up blouse and a black pencil skirt. this was your usual office attire. thankfully, as you had finished the looming report the previous night, you didnât have to get to the office early. finishing up with some light makeup, you head out satisfied. the soreness in your lower body serves as a constant reminder of the activities you took part in. at least you didnât have a hangover.
entering the lounge, you spot your colleagues all conversing with one another. minjeong seems to be in a heated debate. your eyes dart to the figure standing by the counter.
âgood morning, ms seo,â you bow when team manager kim greets you. kim gaeul, two years your senior, and somewhat of a friend.
âgood morning,â you reply. gaeul is sipping on the coffee from the cafe opposite. she gestures towards the paper bag on the counter, âthereâs a latte in there for you. good job on the report, i read it this morning.â
you beam at the manager, âthank you so much.â desperately, you chug the latte, relieved that you had caffeine in your body to survive the day ahead. gaeul stares at you in amusement before clearing her throat, ânow that everyone is here, i would like to announce that a new ceo will be coming.â
thereâs some mutters and murmurs of confusion.
âour current ceo will be resigning,â gaeul says, a fixed smile on her face, âhence the need for a new ceo. she will be here shortly. at ten, please gather in the meeting room so she can introduce herself to all of us.â
you check the time, it was forty past nine. the new ceo will be coming soon. was there enough time to get any work done before she arrived? probably not. you sit down next to minjeong on the couch. she catches you mid yawn.
âsunbae, did you get enough sleep?â your ears blush at the memory of what happened.
âmaybe i didnât sleep well,â you say. minjeong nods, a look of pity on her face, âyou must have gotten home late because of that report.â
you scratch your neck, âyeah, i got home pretty late.â
âmaybe you can take a quick nap? you still have twenty minutes, iâll wake you up.â
shaking your head, you chuckle, âitâs okay, minjeong. iâll get through the day. at least team manager kim got us all coffee.â
despite your words, you find your eyelids fluttering close every second. maybe you should really take a nap. the events of the previous night had left you incredibly tired. breaking up with hyunjin was emotionally draining, whereas jimin⊠you rid the thoughts from your brain. it would serve you no good to be thinking about her right now. she was just a helpful woman who you repaid by sleeping with. at least it was enjoyable. you certainly enjoyed the feel of her warm body against yours. even before you start to reminisce, minjeong jolts upwards and exclaims, âtime to go meet the ceo!â
the rest of the group follows suit, heading towards the lift. you wearily drag yourself to follow along, an arm looped through minjeong for support.
âyâall think sheâll be pretty?â a voice rings out from the crowd.
âarenât most ceos like forty years old?â
âwomen donât expire past the age of forty, mark,â you retort. mark only smirks, âmaybe sheâll be a hot cougar.â
you roll your eyes at his words, yet you canât help but imagine what the new ceo would be like. would she be intimidating? confrontational? you just hope she wonât be unreasonable. god knows you need a break from this absurd company. the only good thing about it was its pay and the people you work with.
âquiet down everyone,â gaeul says, âsheâs coming soon, please be on your best behaviour.â she shoots a look at the rowdy group of guys nearer to the back. you try to inch closer to the front, the denial of your curiosity itching at you. despite your tired state, there was still some interest in the next ceo. âthere she is!â minjeong whispers loudly.
your head flies to look up, mouth agape as your eyes bore into the womanâs frame. under the exquisite fabric draped over her, you could still sense her elegance. the way her steps echoed against the tiles, commanding everyoneâs attention. your heart drops at the familiarity.
oh.
oh no.
below her bright red, glossy lips, resides a beauty mark.
you remember your own lips moulding against hers from the night before. the feel of her burning skin on top of your equally desperate body. her lingering touches, fingers tracing down from your collarbone.
âsheâs pretty,â minjeong blurts out. you nod.
she was a goddess, aphrodite incarnated. you distinctively recall how sweet her words were, how her voice toned down to a husky drawl, whispering the things she would do to you. a shiver runs down your body, you clench your fists. how were you getting riled up over a memory?
your eyes follow her as she turns to face everyone. her face remains impassive as she addresses the crowd, âi am your ceo, karina.â cold, narrow eyes flick through the gathering, eventually meeting yours. if anyone else had looked closer, they would have noticed the shock in the way her eyes widen ever so slightly. yet, she swiftly regains herself.
âplease do carry on as usual,â she says, you canât believe sheâs the same person as the jimin from last night, âi will be conducting a meeting later. do not be late.â
as her footsteps recede, you let out an exhale of breath. having her eyes on you made it hard to breathe, she literally took your breath away. minjeong eyes you curiously, but the crowd quickly disperses, sensing that karina was not to be messed with. they would rather get back to their jobs than deal with an angry ceo.
after heading back up, you finally sit down on your office chair, finding it more comfortable than usual. normally, it felt like it was forcing your spine in the most unnatural way. yet, after that interaction with jimin, you found solace in it.
âguys! ceo wants everyone in the meeting room now!â gaeulâs head pops out from the room, hurriedly gesturing for everyone to come. you reluctantly rise and walk to the room slowly. jiminâs already standing inside, a stony look on her face as she analyses a file of papers, presumably reports.
once everyone had entered and were settled down, jimin places the file back on the table, eyes roaming around as she says, âthis company will collapse within a yearâs time if i did not take the offer to buy it. hence, starting from now, there will be extreme changes.â
you take a gulp.
âfirst of all, we have to start investing more of our time into doing trade and business with others. isolating ourselves and believing that we can become successful without the help of others is idiotic,â jimin explains, âwe should take the initiative and with someone like me at the helm, this company will flourish.â she hands out an assortment of papers around the room.
âthis will tell you everything you need to know about your duties as an employee of this company. do take the time to read through thoroughly. i assure you with such a strategy, no one will need to work more than they have to.â
you can see some impressive looks from your colleagues. jimin was definitely a strong ceo, you already knew from how well-connected she was. yet, this would be your first time seeing her work ethic in action.
âeveryone is dismissed. however,â jimin turns back around, eyes gleaming with mirth, âseo y/n, i want to meet you in my office.â
every inch of you freezes up. you sense some curiosity lingering around your colleagues, especially minjeong who offers a comforting pat on your shoulder. jiminâs lips form a devilish smile, akin to the one you saw previously. you sigh, already regretting all life choices thus far.
the door closes shut behind you. jimin sits down in her luxurious and pristine office chair. you kind of envy her.
a moment of silence passes before jimin speaks, âi did not expect to see you here.â
âneither did i,â you answer back. her appearance was a shock.
she chuckles slowly, âafter leaving me in bed alone, with no note or anything, should i fire you?â
your eyes widen. what the hell? wasnât this an abuse of authority? she couldnât fire you that easily, right? over something that wasnât even related to your job!
âyou seem to not be able to finish your job, seo y/n,â jimin spins a fountain pen between her fingers. your gaze darts from the swirling pen to her face. indifferent, yet a hint of amusement.
âi assure you i am a hard worker and the night before is not related to my work ethic,â you reply.
jimin laughs, âdo you not know how upset i was when i did not feel a body next to me? my sheets tidied up neatly, clothes gone and not a single hint of you left behind.â
âlast night was a one-time thing,â you state firmly, âit will not happen again as i intend it to.â
the ceoâs eyes rake down your body, seemingly turning into satisfaction as she smiles, âyou do not intend for it to happen again?â
âi⊠thank you for saving and helping me with my ex-boyfriend, but youâre my boss now and itâs probably a workplace violation.â
âso it is not because you do not want to, more so you feel that you are not allowed to,â jimin bluntly says. sheâs right. you would like to indulge in the pleasure she provides once more, and continuously, but sheâs your boss.
your silence speaks of your answer.
âit is unexpected that we have met under these circumstances. i wonât lie and say that iâm fine with forgetting about the night we spent together. huh. i wanted a date⊠yet, if you insistâŠâ
jimin stands up from her desk, staring at the city skyline. you stare at her hooded eyes in the reflection of the window panel.
âyou may leave,â she smiles, âbut do call me karina and not jimin in front of others. they do not know my real name.â
you nod, unsure how to reply. were you meant to feel special that she had so willingly spared her real name to you? with others not privy of her name, you were the only one. jimin closes the door firmly behind you. youâre greeted by the sight of an anxious minjeong and a smirking mark lee.
âwhat did she say to you? and how did she know your name already?â minjeong asks hastily.
âjust talking âbout work,â you answer smoothly, âwe have a mutual friend.â
mark, bless him, adds on, âsheâs prettier up close, right?â
âyeah,â you reply, cheeks reddening. you were well acquainted with her beauty by now, finding yourself momentarily starstruck.
âmust be nice having the ceo know you,â minjeong says, sighing. you smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. was it really a blessing?
no, of course it wasnât. you slept with your boss. unintentionally, in fact. you head back to your desk, hands almost ripping out your hair as you gaze at the closed door.
what have you gotten yourself into now?
youâre annoyed. irritated. angered. all because of your ceo. jimin doesnât do anything outlandish, no. but she throws a mountain of work onto you. and only you. her previous promise of no one having to work more than they need to is out the window. you can only scoff, ashamed that you truly believed she would let you leave by five. however, it seems that jimin is rather petty. every time you snap back with a remark, she just smiles and places one more report on your desk a few minutes later. itâs maddening. was she not abusing her power?
the stack of papers on your desk feels never ending. compared to your colleagues, itâs clearly taller. even minjeong had commented about it. if the sudden increase of workload wasnât enough, jimin also demanded you to do the most trivial things, such as fetching her coffee, shredding papers⊠did she not have enough money to afford a personal assistant? you were just an employee to the company. after bringing up your concerns to gaeul, the team manager merely shrugged, saying she could not do anything against the ceo. and it wasnât as if jimin was outright abusing you. she was so clearly just messing with you!
(âyouâre joking,â you gape at the pile of paperwork jimin was carrying to your table.
âhow is this a joke to you?â jimin asks, a stern look on her face, but the small grin she wore betrayed her facade.)
this wasnât any different from your life before the new ceo came. honestly, it might be worse. you had more work than ever, overtime was becoming a necessity in your life, and jimin just gets to prance around. you seriously had to take the initiative to discuss this, because what on earth.
finally deciding you had enough of jiminâs antics, you stand up from your desk, leaving the heaps of papers undone. determined, you take long strides, arriving at the door of jiminâs office. some of your colleagues eye you weirdly but they donât make a sound. you just ignore them. not even knocking, you open the door. if jimin notices your presence, she doesnât show it. her face is buried in a file, eyes darting from the report to the computer screen. you swallow, drawing courage from every fibre of your being.
âi need to talk to you.â
jiminâs head shoots up, an eyebrow raised. her bangs are parted today, no longer hovering over her eyes. the first few buttons of her black blouse are unbuttoned, revealing her carved collarbones. a pair of thick, black framed glasses rest on her sharp nose.
âabout?â
âyouâre messing with me,â you state.
the ceo stares. she looks rather dishevelled today, you wonder why.
âinteresting. how did you come to that conclusion?â she asks, placing the file back onto her desk, her eyes fully focused on you now. trying to not get hypnotised by her forceful peering, you voice out, âyouâve been giving me more work than others. you always find some excuse to make me do stuff. iâve worked here for three years and youâre making me an errand girl.â
itâs true. it feels like sheâs just giving you filler work to do. there hasnât been any improvement at all.
âi⊠i thought you would be different,â you admit, âdifferent from our previous ceo. but it feels like nothing has changed. iâm still working overtime with no end in sight and it feels even worse than before.â
jimin doesnât say a word. itâs the first time youâre saying this to anyone, your true feelings. jimin had made such big promises at the first meeting but after two months, there really wasnât any change.
âi give you more work because youâre more capable,â jimin explains, a grim look on her face.
âthat doesnât excuse the fact you literally demand me to run around and make you coffee.â
âi canât deny, that was for my personal amusement.â
your anger flares up, âsee! youâre messing with me!â
âyour reaction is funny,â she reasons weakly, âitâs really⊠i didnât know it was taking a toll on you. i just wanted to see you get annoyed. you look cute when youâre grumpy.â
the previous frustration simmers down completely at her words. cute? was it appropriate for your boss to be saying this?
âwhat?â
jimin looks away shyly, a stark contrast to her intimidating facade, âiâll try to restrain myself from now on⊠but i would like to talk to you about something as well.â
your curiosity is piqued. jiminâs face turns dark, her eyes narrowing as she asks, âare you and mark in a relationship?â
a gasp escapes your lips, because what the fuck?
âno, ew,â you instantly say, âmark acts like a kid.â
âso you have no romantic feelings for him?â jimin repeats.
âno, none at all.â somehow, you know why sheâs even asking in the first place.
jimin frowns, âso why were you touching his face that day?â
you remember it vividly. mark was showing you the netflix movie, â365 daysâ and stating that you could recreate it with jimin. he was joking with you, but you still got flustered. minjeong had been laughing so loudly it attracted the ceo to come into the break room. she has witnessed your hands grabbing markâs collar, in the midst of threatening him.
âhe was just saying something weird,â you mumble, not exactly willing to tell jimin she was the cause. the ceo nods. you canât help but like this jimin slightly more than the brooding one. she seems more vulnerable today. more gentle and soft.
âokay,â jimin smiles, wider than usual, âyou can leave now.â
you bow, slightly happier that the ceo was understanding of your concerns. maybe now you would get home on time, not that you had anyone waiting for you though. after your break up with hyunjin, you had increasingly found more alone time. sometimes you would spend the night with yizhuo, cooking dinner together. most times you would reach home and immediately fall asleep.
content with the meeting, you leave her office, bouncing back to your desk. the stack of papers feel considerably lighter knowing her true reasoning behind piling so much workload on you. perhaps she had more faith and trust in you. that made you feel proud.
a head peeks out above the partition.
âwhat did the boss talk to you about?â minjeong asks. you wave a hand at her, brushing her words off, ânothing really. karina was just telling me stuff about my job, giving comments, yâknow.â
minjeong nods and ducks her head, returning to her work. you do the same, the weight previously resting on your shoulders significantly lighter. the day doesnât seem so gloomy anymore.
you carry on typing with a small smile. unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes gaze through the blinds.
jimin stays true to her word. despite the heavier workload, your heart feels lighter that she acknowledged your ability. it doesnât bother you anymore that minjeong and the rest of your colleagues can leave instantly while you stay for a bit longer to refine some finer details. deeply engrossed, you donât notice the sudden pattering of raindrops splashing against the windows. and you definitely donât notice the light in jiminâs office still on.
stretching your arms, you yawn, intending to go home. yet, the moment you start packing your bag, realisation strikes you that it was raining. raining heavily. as you try to decide your next move, the door to jiminâs office opens.
her head peeks out, a frown on her face as she calls out, âwhy are you still here?â
âi was doing something and i just lost track of time,â you explain. jiminâs head tilts. you internally coo at the similarity of her to a puppy.
she takes one look outside and asks, âhow are you going to get home? donât you take the bus?â
you scrunch your nose, trying to think of a way to return home without being caught in the rain but with no avail.
âno idea,â you shrug, âi might call my friend to pick me up or something. not sure if sheâs busy though.â
jimin takes long strides towards you, âi can drive you home.â
your eyes widen considerably, âno, itâs really okay!â you donât know what you would do enclosed in a small space with her without other people around. she looks extra delectable today as well. usually, her hair is neat and proper, but today itâs slightly messy and her bangs are swept to the side, exposing her forehead. she still wears the pair of attractive black glasses and sheâs adorning a navy pantsuit today.
âas your boss,â jimin smiles, âi need to ensure that all my employees are cared for. i canât have you coming to work sick, can i?â you canât really fight her logic there. it makes sense, she wouldnât want you to get sick because she would lose manpower. yet, the explanation digs a hole in your heart.
sheâs your boss.
you glance at the rain splattering.
âokay. take me home.â
jiminâs smile widens. you walk together in silence to the elevator. only the soft humming of her voice fills in the gaps. the silence stretches on till you reach her car as well. itâs only when you try to enter the backseat, jimin says, âwhat are you doing? come sit here.â she pats the passenger seat. you follow her instructions like a dog with its owner.
as the ceo starts up the car, you notice small details of it. itâs clearly expensive, no doubt. the sleek leather you were sitting on just speaks for itself. jimin had an air freshener hanging from the mirror, the strangest thing was that it was a dinosaur smelling of vanilla. she had a small shiro, the dog from shin-chan, figurine posed on the dashboard. you quietly giggle at the cuteness of it all. jimin having adorable items accessorising her car was such a stark contrast to her distant and cold persona as your boss.
âthatâs cute,â you point out. jimin glances at what youâre pointing at and her cheeks redden, âah. do you like shin-chan too?â
âuh,â you blank out, âi guess so? i like boo.â
jimin beams.
âthatâs amazing,â she says with all the sincerity in the world, âletâs watch shin-chan together someday.â
itâs a strange proposal, no doubt. but you find yourself nodding too soon. the grin you receive from jimin is well worth it though.
âyou can key in your address here,â she hands you her phone. as you type, jimin continues talking, âi broke off my deal with hwang by the way. has he contacted you at all?â
you shake your head, âno, but his sister has been texting me. apparently heâs very disoriented and is always drunk. he got into a scandal recently for starting a fight at another bar.â
jimin sighs, one of bemusement, âi truly wonder where such men get their audacity from.â you giggle at her words.
âhonestly, hyunjin is childish and immature but heâs a good guy,â you confess, âi donât know why he suddenly turned into someone like that.â
the ceo falls silent. you wonder if you said something wrong. maybe you offended her in some way. gulping, you distract yourself by watching the scenery of urbanised skyscrapers.
âyouâre giving him too much credit,â jimin says, âheâs always been like that. heâs just a good actor.â
âreally?â
jimin nods firmly, âof course. and did you really like him? or did you just like having him around?â
you debate on answering. wasnât this too personal for someoneâs boss to ask? your eyes swerve to watch jiminâs grip tighten on the steering wheel, her small hands showing white knuckles.
âthereâs many things that are mistaken for another, such as liking someone and liking the idea of them.â
âwhat other things are you talking about?â you ask, genuinely curious.
the traffic light turns red. jimin presses on the brakes, a smirk plastered on her face as she turns to you.
âlike finding someone good-looking and attractive. i know iâm good-looking, but am i attractive to you, y/n?â she leans forward, her face inches away from yours. your eyes unintentionally trail down to her lips before snapping shut and turning away.
âdonât leave me hanging,â you can hear the damn pout in her voice. a warm hand leaves a fleeting touch on your arm as she pulls you to look back at her again.
you resist the urge to throw yourself out of the car.
âthe lightâs green,â your voice comes out almost as if you were constipated.
jimin lets out a hearty laugh.
âwe can settle this debate back at yours, donât you think?â your hands clench by your side, neck strained to crane your head away from looking at the delectable woman.
âi donât think thatâs appropriate,â is what you end up saying. jimin shrugs. your eyes are drawn to the smooth expanse of her hands that rest against the steering wheel, and the way her knuckles unintentionally flex when turning.
âweâre far past appropriation,â she states, amused.
shrugging, you stare at the outside scenery instead, ensuring that you wouldnât be salivating at the sight of your boss.
jimin hums to the music playing in her car. you roughly recognise it as a song from the pokemon anime ost. somehow, itâs totally believable that this domineering boss could also have a silly and endearing side to her. it was yu jimin after all.
âwhat are you thinking so hard about?â
you.
âwork.â
âwhat about it? is the workload too heavy for you?â the concern in her voice makes you want to puke.
you shake your head.
âiâm just thinking⊠about that day,â you decide to answer truthfully.
jimin tilts her head, âwhat day?â
âyou knowâŠâ it comes out in a hushed and embarrassed whisper, âthat day.â
either jiminâs stupid or sheâs just playing dumb. she stares at you, confused. you make some inappropriate gestures with your fingers, until she lights up in recognition.
âthat day?â she repeats teasingly.
itâs not like you can ask her for a repeat of that day. you had literally stated outright that it was a one-time thing. she was your boss, for godâs sake. if you slept with her again, you would be breaking all sorts of violations.
ââŠit was niceâŠâ your cheeks redden, âthatâs all.â
the smirk on jiminâs face is unbearable. thank god youâre not the one driving, or you would have gotten a heart attack.
âwant to do it again?â
your face gets undeniably hotter. redness flushes through your entire body as you cower.
thereâs a moment of decision-making.
was it worth the risk to try again with jimin? for some reason, you know youâre past the phase of attraction. itâs pure interest for her now. youâre not sure if your heartâs fully beyond lust, but thereâs something lingering that feels akin to adoration. thereâs no doubt that you find jimin extremely good-looking, but like she said before, there was a difference. itâs unfortunate youâre attracted to her as well. maybe she already knew your answer, thatâs why she didnât push for you to reply.
(it would be a resounding yes.)
but jimin was still your boss. what if people in the company found out? they technically couldnât do anything since jimin was already in the highest position, but if you had to suffer questioning looks and backhanded remarks from them, about how you achieved this job by sleeping around, it would break your heart.
and you donât want a repeat of hyunjin. you donât know if youâre ready for another relationship. at least now youâre aware you can actually feel things for others and youâre not some emotionless robot.
but something about jimin pulls you towards her. like two opposite poles of a magnet. thereâs something so endearing yet mysterious about the girl that makes you want to try.
âweâre here already, i think my friend lives nearby here,â jimin says as she looks around. sheâs parked along the road, your apartment just a few metres away.
you gulp, murmuring softly, âjimin.â
the ceo turns to you, like a little cat.
âcan we try dating?â
jiminâs eyebrows shoot upwards, shock evident on her face. after all, you had rejected her not long ago.
âreally?â she can barely contain her excitement.
âuh, yeah,â youâre a little uncomfortable with the way sheâs staring at you so intensely.
happiness was coursing through her veins. jimin had never expected you would end up giving in. she had a whole plan in her headâ first, get you riled up and then convince you to sleep with her again. her second phase consisted of insanely good aftercare that would definitely draw you in into her amazing personality. the last phase was just playing hard to get and making sure you wanted her badly. it seems like she skipped most of the steps. whatever, it doesnât matter since she got the same end result.
âokay!â jimin beams.
you stare at her stunned.
âuh, so weâre dating now, right?â you repeat.
âmhm!â
her compliance makes you want to jump on her.
âletâs set some boundaries first, okay?â
jimin ponders for a bit before stating confidently, âi have no boundaries! you can do whatever you want.â
itâs a little riveting having her agree with whatever you say. her natural submission is jarring. you laugh, âthatâs okay, but i have some rules.â
âgo ahead!â jiminâs gazing at you, her eyes wide and rapt with attention. you hold out your hand, pointing at each individual finger, âone, no pda in the office, i donât want to give people an opportunity to gossip.â
she nods. it would be hard to continue dating if people kept invading your privacy.
âtwo, we have to keep this a secret,â you continue, âand three, weâre not official yet okay? just dating for now. letâs take it slow.â
âmhm sure.â
âfour, donât call me any nicknames in the office, iâm just seo y/n and youâre karina.â
jimin smirks lazily, her hand resting against the wheel, âyouâll be yu y/n soon.â
âjimin,â you groan at her sleaziness.
âgo on!â
you list off the final rule, âfive, no special treatment just cause weâre dating. i donât want people to think iâm getting more opportunities to do well just because weâre dating.â
the ceo blinks.
âokay.â
âokay?â
she hums, content, âyeah. iâm fine with all that.â
you breathe out shakily, âthatâs good.â
âmhm. you should get going now,â jimin smiles, âitâs late.â
âright, okay. uh, see you tomorrow?â
the ceo tilts her head, a wide grin on her face, âsee you tomorrow, baby.â
your face flushes red.
âjimin.â
âweâre not in the office!â
dating jimin is wonderful. sheâs the sweetest and most caring girl on earth. everytime she does something even remotely romantic, youâre swept off your feet. despite your insistence to take it slow, you had only resisted at the start. now, after weeks of dating, you succumbed to jiminâs puppy eyes and begging.
wrapped in her embrace, you snuggle into the crook of her neck even deeper, breathing in her cologne.
jimin only tightens her arms. if it wasnât for the fact that it was extremely comfortable, you would have complained that she was strangling you.
âbaby,â she whispers, planting haste pecks all over your face.
that had been a recurring thing. you realised soon after the first week, jimin loved calling you baby. sometimes you wondered if she forgot your name and called you baby to hide it. the girl, obviously, denied it.
âhm?â your voice comes out muffled.
âyou look really cute like this.â
you couldnât disagree more. adorned in an old oversized sweatshirt that was literally disintegrating by the second, messy bed hair after the nap you had just taken, and a bare face that probably had drool all over.
meanwhile, jiminâs wearing a calvin klein hoodie with little boy shorts that exposed her bare legs. your own legs fitted nicely against hers, tangling your bodies together on the couch.
âi wonât get to see you tomorrow,â jimin says out of the blue.
âwhy? do you have something going on?â
the ceo groans heartily, âmy friends want to have dinner together.â
this puts a frown on your face. originally, you had planned a cute little date for the two of you.
jimin, observant of your turmoil, only runs her fingers through your hair comfortingly, âi know, baby. but we donât always get this chance. and itâs just dinner! just this once.â
you nod your head, burrowing further into her embrace. jimin only sighs happily, her hand trailing down from your head to your back, rubbing circles repeatedly.
âwhat are you wearing then?â
âmaybe that dress that you really liked? or maybe a random pantsuit.â
you know which dress sheâs talking about. an ivory coloured, strapless dress that accentuates her collarbones nicely.
âwear the pantsuit.â something about other people being able to see jimin in that dress doesnât sit right with you.
a chuckle escapes her, âdidnât you say you liked the dress?â
shrugging, you reply nonchalantly, âdonât want anyone else seeing you in it.â
silence. then a high-pitched squeal.
ây/nnie, youâre so cute!â your head is dramatically pulled back from jiminâs neck and you come face-to-face with the ceo, whoâs cooing at you incessantly. she plants multiple pecks all over your face whilst squeezing your jaw tightly.
âjimin!â
the girl finally pulls away from covering your face with kisses, but if it werenât for her bright red lipstick, she would have seen how underneath all her kiss marks, your face was splashed with maroon.
âif you come with me, then can i wear that dress? i really want to wear it,â jimin pleads.
it's a fair deal in your opinion. you could spend time with her and being able to see jimin in that dress was just a plus. it just leaves the problem of jiminâs wandering hands. even in your office, her hands seem to have a mind of their own, constantly roaming around places they shouldnât be. like how when you were brewing coffee one morning, jimin had snuck up behind and rested her hands on your waist, whispering a quiet greeting. thank goodness no one else was in the lounge. that surely would have started endless amounts of rumours.
âbut we canât kiss or hug there okay?â you reply, deciding to make a trade-off.
jimin pouts, but she ends up huffing and then nodding.
âjust stay by my side. iâll restrain myself.â
well, that turned out to be a lie.
despite her previous promise of keeping her hands to herself, they somehow ended up entangled in your own. one of her hands lingers between your shoulder blades, and in the car ride to the restaurant, it trailed down to the small of your back. you had scolded jimin for that.
even now, jimin still ensured she was somehow touching you. the restaurant was extremely high-end, evident from the menu which didnât even have prices on them! you had gone through culture shock with that.
the table was surrounded with people you assumed held equally sophisticated titles, some of them stared at you with curiosity, probably wondering why a newcomer had arrived.
there were a few empty seats, but jimin had informed you that some maybe couldnât make it, as always.
âso,â one of the extremely gorgeous women had cleared her throat, âare you going to introduce the lovely woman youâve brought with you, karina?â
jimin smiles as her hand comes to lie on your arm, where your elbow is.
âthis is y/n, sheâs my colleague,â jimin says, a practised answer. you try to muster up a smile.
âiâm giselle, or aeri, nice to meet you, y/n,â the woman drawls, her tone full of mischief and she had that twinkle in her eyes that reminded you of jimin when sheâs about to tickle you.
âhow has ceo life been treating you? we havenât heard from you much,â another woman asks. you notice how cat-like this woman looks. she had beady eyes that were laser-focused on jimin. thereâs a chorus of agreement from the rest.
the ceo laughs, âitâs good. iâve gotten to experience many things. what about the park group that youâve visited, ryujin? are they still doing well?â
as the now named woman, ryujin, goes into a tirade about the park group, you take the opportunity to identify everyone. most of them were dressed to the nines, their hair all prim and proper, and not a speck of dust on their clothes. just from a quick scale, you could tell they were all extremely wealthy. you listen to ryujin speak while digging into the sirloin steak jimin had ordered for you.
ââand i actually met someone new recently, she should be arriving soon with her brother,â ryujin exclaims. the group chatters excitedly about her newest paramour, while jimin explains that ryujin had gone a few years without a relationship, hence the enthusiasm.
right as you nod, the door to the private room opens and two extremely familiar figures stride in and take their seats.
fuck. you think, unable to control the way your eyes widen. jimin shares the same feeling seemingly, with how she stiffens and a huff escapes her.
âthis is hwang yeji and her brother hyunjin,â ryujin beams proudly, unaware of the tension surrounding the table.
âseo y/n?â
your eyes dart downwards, unwilling to face hyunjin. yeji only gasps, âwhat? oh my gosh, y/n!â
you grit your teeth as hyunjin laughs loudly, âwhat are you doing here?â
jiminâs hand slithers down to yours, encasing it in a tight but comforting grasp.
ryujinâs head goes back and forth and the tableâs filled with surprised chatter and questions.
âhow do you guys know each other?â
hyunjin beats you by answering, âsheâs my girlfriend.â
what?
you wince a little at how jimin only grips you even more firmly.
âyou are?â ryujin exclaims. yeji sends you a sympathetic look, but before she even says anything, aeri interrupts.
âare you a two-timer?â she accuses, eyes blazing with fury, âarenât you dating jimin?â
your head snaps towards jimin.
âuhmââ she splutters out, âiâ okay! it just slipped out and i told aeri to play pretend!â
âwhat?! youâre dating her?â hyunjin suddenly barks. you groan, wondering why you even got involved with these people. they were all insane!
âwait, so who are you actually dating?â ryujin finally asks. you sigh, âiâm dating jimin.â
a scoff escapes hyunjin.
âyouâre actually with her? i canât believe you jumped into bed with someone else right after we broke up! i knew you were a slut from the beginning.â
a chorus of gasps echo from the table. you should feel saddened that someone you cared for previously was throwing insults at you, but you donât feel anything. yet, the same couldnât be said for jimin, who rises up from her seat abruptly, and tosses her glass of champagne at hyunjin.
âdonât talk about her like that.â
âare you fucking serious?!â
âshut the fuck up,â jimin seethes, âand donât let me hear you utter her name from that filthy mouth of yours ever again.â
hyunjinâs hair down to his tailored suit, drenched in expensive champagne that is probably worth more than your apartment. you watch as his face turns an angry red, and you can almost see the steam coming out from his ears. his mouth opens to retort but he can only gape furiously.
âyouâre pathetic and i pity the people that have to be in your company. you forget yourself. donât you dare come into my sight. my eyes arenât adjusted to the filth that you are.â
hyunjin stands up from his chair but yeji pulls him back down harshly.
âi canât believe my girlfriend saw anything but a deplorable man in you.â
youâre left jaw-dropped. jimin grits her teeth before tossing you a look, âcâmon y/n, letâs go.â
she pulls you out of your chair and as you leave, you turn back, sending an apologetic look to the others at the table. aeri only guffaws and ryujin yells, âyou didnât pay for the food!â
jiminâs hand doesnât leave yours, and youâre a little shocked at how quickly and agile she moves even in heels. your heartâs beating a mile, both from surprise and the adrenaline coursing through your veins. when you reach the car, jimin slams the door shut and she deflates in her seat.
âoh my god,â she says.
âoh my god indeed,â you parrot, still in awe of jiminâs reaction. it was crazy, but you canât lie, it was attractive having her stand up for you like that.
she turns to you, âi canât believe i just did that.â
âyeah, me neither,â you laugh, âthis is the second time youâve called him pathetic.â
jimin pouts, so unlike the girl from before, âhe just made me really mad! holy shit, aeriâs blowing up my phone.â
youâre reminded of something that aeri slipped out.
âjimin,â you place a hand on her arm as she checks the messages, âso you told aeri about us?â
the ceo turns to you, eyes glistening and her lips pursed out cutely, obviously as an attempt to cull your anger, âi really didnât mean to! please believe me baby. she just asked me why i was so happy recently and then asked if i was seeing someone and you know i canât lie to aeri⊠so i told her about you andââ
âhey, calm down,â you chuckle at the way jiminâs turning red from how quickly she rambled. she catches her breath as her chest heaves, âiâm sorry. i know i broke the rule.â
âitâs okay, jimin. iâm not mad,â you reassure.
jiminâs eyes perk up, âreally?â
âyeah, itâs fine. i think itâs really sweet that you stood up for me today.â
âiâll always stand up for you, you know that right? donât you remember my promise of helping you whenever?â jimin says earnestly. you smile at her cuteness and sincerity.
you donât know what this feeling is. the chasing thrill every time jiminâs hands are on yours. the gleamy look in her eyes. the curve of her crooked smile. but it feels similar to love.
âjimin-ah,â you mumble. itâs the most unromantic place and time everâ jiminâs car, parked next to a gloomy lamppost, right after she had just poured champagne on your ex.
but because itâs with jimin, it feels perfect.
you canât believe you ever thought of rejecting the girl prior.
âyes?â
âi really really like you,â you tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. itâs a shame jiminâs dress couldnât be properly admired today with all the ruckus. but thatâs fine, you had plenty of opportunities to do so in the future.
âi really really like you too,â jimin whispers, as if itâs a secret.
you grin, âyou looked really attractive just now. i think youâre godâs gift to earth.â
âmhm. youâre perfect too,â she sighs dreamily, âi really donât mind giving you my everything.â
it sounds like a confession of love. maybe itâs jiminâs own way, but you both know itâs too early, even if the feeling rivals the purest form of affection and adoration.
âi liked it when you called me your girlfriend,â you admit. jimin beams, âso can i call you my girlfriend? can i be yours?â
you nod shyly at how jimin phrases the question. itâs not whether youâre hers, itâs whether sheâs yours. and itâs a barely noticeable difference, but it only makes your heart pound more rapidly against your ribcage.
minjeong likes her job. itâs easygoing and the payâs good. her colleagues are all really nice too. itâs an enjoyable job. she especially enjoys the company of her sunbae from high school. but recently, despite minjeongâs annoyance, her senior has been spending more and more time in the ceoâs office, and not at her desk. the usual conversations between them had gone so quickly and minjeong missed her sunbaeâs presence.
she wonders if the ceo is holding you hostage. sheâs seen the mountain of papers on your desk before, but she chalked it up to you just being an overachiever.
âminjeong,â her head lifts up, itâs mark lee and team manager kim gesturing at her to come over. their behaviour is strange, minjeong immediately notices, huddled in a corner of the lounge and whispering conspiratorially.
âwhatâs up? is something wrong?â
manager kim shakes her head and instead asks the damning question of, âdo you think y/n and our boss are hooking up?â
what!
âuhm,â minjeong mumbles, âi donât know?â
mark only nudges minjeongâs shoulder, âwait till y/n comes out of karinaâs office and just look at her neck. she might have a few hickies.â
minjeong doesnât think so, but she agrees to be their lookout and she waits patiently for you to come out. once the door swings open, minjeong catches a glance of karina adjusting her blazer and your hands pulling at the collar of your blouse.
huh. thatâs strange.
she trods over to you, a faux smile on her face as she says, âare you in trouble again? youâre always in karinaâs office!â
minjeong watches as your eyes widen and you clear your throat, ây-yeah⊠we were talking about a report⊠i made a few mistakes.â
her own eyes trail from your face to your poorly hidden neck, where a few bruises reside.
suddenly, everything clicks into place. the frazzled look you always had, the way karina would come out all messyâ and the hickies!
minjeong canât control the words that come out next.
âoh my godâ youâre fucking the boss?!â
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(forever? pt 2)
pairing: mob!bucky barnes x fem!reader (arranged marriage)
summary: after a rough night with bucky, you wake up alone and get some frustrating news from your beloved husband
warnings: reader is insecure/doubts, not eating for 24 hours (out of protest), kind of controlling bucky, violence, if i missed anything, please let me know!
w/c: 2.7k+
a/n: hiii! this is the second part that was in high demand after i posted forever? i hope y'all like it! this has been sitting in my drafts for what feels like forever and i finally have had a chance to share it with you all! i hope it's worth the wait :)
part 3 -> the story
you woke up alone, just like every morning in the past two months with the exception of the smell of his cologne only a whisper on your bedsheets.Â
maybe you shouldnt have expected anything else from him. he had just felt bad about what happened, about making you cry, thatâs all. he couldnât have you running out on the deal that was made. he just had to save face. it was all businessâŠ
there was another knock on the door. two days in a row, which was rather surprising.Â
opening the door, you come face to face with buckyâs right hand man, steve. his kind blue eyes shone with a hint of remorse, likely knowing at least a bit of what happened last night from his boss.
âhi,â you smiled, your hand remaining on the doorknob.
âhey,â his eyes examined your face, probably to report back to bucky on how you were doing. as if he couldnât check on you himself. âare you hungry?â
you turn around to look at the clock that reads 12:30.
âi didnât realize how late it was,â you shook your head as he chuckled.Â
âyou probably needed the rest afterâŠâ he inhaled a sharp breath. âanyway, bucky wants you to head up to the office. told me to make sure you ate too.â
why couldnât he show you how caring he was?
maybe thatâs why he left so early⊠because he had stuff in the office to take care of. that was what your mind would assume to save your own ego, at least.Â
he took you by a mom and pop diner around the corner from their office, let you eat as many waffles and pieces of bacon as your heart desired until he discreetly paid the bill and then you made your way to the office to meet with your husband.Â
stopping outside his door, you heard his voice ringing angry and raging.Â
âi said to find him. i donât care if you have to work all day and night to do it. iâm gonna find out where he is. nobody touches whatâs mine and gets away with it.â
was he talking about you? or was he talking about another one of his many possessions or assets. either way, with the tone he was talking about everything, even if he was talking about you, he made it seem as though you were merely an object that was in his trophy case. if he was looking for john in order to reprimand him, it was likely to send a message to everyone else that dared look at him. to ensure they didnât see him as weak.
he would never do anything for you out of the kindness of his heart, surely.
âdo whatever needs to be done. end of discussion.â you heard a dial tone end, followed by steve knocking on the door.Â
âglad you made it safely,â bucky nodded towards steve before glancing at your form tucked behind him. âhowâre you feelinâ?â you shrugged.Â
âfine, i guess.â
âthank you, steve,â seemingly dismissing steve, he left the room promptly. âi wanted to talk with you about something.â you remained quiet; he sighed before continuing. âiâve made some arrangements to get you your own personal bodyguard, for when iâm not around to ensure your safety. they would be âround the clock unless approved otherwise or when iâm available to be around you.â
âso i would be watched 24/7?â you finally piped up. âlike a child?â you voice was still meek as you mentioned your objection.
âitâs for your safety.â he stepped closer to you, not missing the way your body tensed at the movement. âso that something like what happened last night doesnât happen again,â his jaw tensed, seemingly at the mention of what happened.Â
so someone doesnât touch his precious trophy again, you thought to yourself.Â
âiâm a grown woman. i barely even leave the house, and you think i need more surveillance?â your brows furrowed together as you shrunk into yourself, your shoulders deflating at the thought of losing even more of yourself to this marriage.Â
âit happened at our house,â bucky reminded you.
âit happened with you right around the corner, too. yâmight as well have a drone following me around at that point,â you scoffed quietly. âwhat? next i wonât be able to shower by myself.â
âif thatâs what it takes to ensure your safety, then thatâs whatâll happen.â there was no playfulness or sarcasm in his tone.
âi was joking, you canât be serious,â you looked at him, feeling stubborn tears beginning to well in your eyes.Â
âdeadly,â he assured you, his brows raised and his serious tone piercing your heart. âwhatever it takes.â
you shook your head as you turned to the door. âno.â
your hand reached the doorknob before he added, âi was running this by you as a courtesy. not to get your permission.â
you froze in your steps, turning to him with a questioning look. a couple tears finally broke free from the dam before you responded, âthen what was the point?â with that, you walked out of his office, turning to steve. âis it you?â after seeing the tears streaking your face, the choked sobs leaving your throat, he looked to the ground in defeat. you had your answer. and bucky had your freedom in his hand.Â
you really were just a device for him at this point. you play the part of a loving, devoted wife while he probably does whatever he pleases to maintain his image to the public.Â
you understood that their businesses were in the public eye and that the news of a finance business being absorbed how it was would draw a lot of attention, but nothing made sense right now. he was being so serious about it all. 24/7 surveillance, a fucking bodyguard⊠for a finance business merge. it was disheartening, to say the least.
itâs not like you had a say in the matter, anyway. so, steve escorted you safely from the premises back to your gated house, where you locked yourself in your room for the rest of the night.Â
you didnât open the door when he tried to ask what you wanted for dinner, or when he tried to give you a sandwich.Â
you didnât even open the door when bucky tried to knock himself once he got home at 11p.m.
or in the morning when they tried to give you breakfast.
or at noon when steve insisted on lunch.
âitâs been almost 24 hours since youâve eaten,â steve sighed from the other side of the door as you sat at your desk, pen doodling meaningless lines in your notebook as you stared at the blank word document. âbuckyâs not gonna be happy if he finds out you havenât been eating or talking or⊠anything. you know i have to tell him.â
and you stayed quiet.Â
if he wanted a polite little trophy wife, he would get one. but last time trophy wives were a thing was in the 40s, and they werenât really allowed to say much, so you figured youâd follow suit.Â
kind of like your own version of a peaceful protest.Â
apparently bucky wasnât very happy about that.Â
he showed up knocking on your door not 20 minutes after steve tried to insist on lunch again. at least he wasnât busting the door down, much to your surprise.
âitâs bucky, but iâm sure youâve figured that out,â his voice rang with a certain softness he had with you only two nights ago. âi told steve to go for a little walk so i could talk with you. i was hoping youâd maybe respond?â he tried to open the door, finding it remained locked. âsweetheart, please just eat something. you havenât even had water since yesterday. you know you have to drink something.âÂ
you suppose it would look pretty bad for him if his dear wife went to the hospital for dehydration, or starvation for that matter. has the bucky barnes been treating his wife as less than? or has he simply forgotten about his wife? perhaps sheâs a weak point for him?Â
although he probably wouldnât admit you to the hospital, heâd probably hire someone to come to the house themselves, sworn to secrecy of some sort.Â
you heard rustling on the other side of the door, not footsteps, more like clothing being rustled followed by a thump. his voice rang out lower on the door when he spoke, âi know youâre not happy about having a bodyguard. i understand, i do. you think your freedom is being tarnished and threatened and this is you trying to control what little you can because of that.â
how can he act like he knows you so well? the man who made it seem as though the marriage would be at least a partnership before the words âi doâ were uttered. after the honeymoon a flip mustâve been switched in his brain, telling him you were a little toy for him rather than the partner you had agreed to be.
but, after plenty of time to think, youâve come to realize that you were being rather selfish. as much as you wanted your freedom. you wanted to stick it to the man and tell him that you deserved respect, because you did.Â
you also had a duty to your family, to keep them safe. being in this marriage was the only way to do that. and if any questions arose, like buckyâs care for you, then your family would be in danger.Â
with a click, you unlocked the door. he mustâve heard it because he slowly opened the door and took a step inside your room, a few feet from you.
âiâm sorry,â you looked at the collar of his suit rather than his eyes. âiâve been acting rash and immature. i apologize for that.â
âi didnât-â
âi wonât question your authority again,â you were picking at your nails. âi understand that you need steve to make sure nobody harms me to maintain your image. i respect that. i respect your decision.â
you couldnât bare to look at his face. your gaze shifted to the floor as he began to nod.Â
âdoes that mean youâll eat something?â you nodded, chewing on your lower lip before responding.Â
âiâm sorry for taking time away from your business,â you moved the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ears, doing anything you could to distract yourself. âi now how valuable your time is.â
âyouâre more valuable than all the time i have,â he took a step closer to you before you felt his index finger and thumb gently holding your chin, nudging your head up to look him in the face. âdo you understand?â his blue eyes were full of emotion, a mix of them, at that. if you squinted it was almost like there were tears building at the corners of his eyes. but you werenât squinting anymore. you saw the full picture quite clearly with your eyes wide open.Â
âi understand,â you nodded curtly.
you did understand.
you understood that he had an image to maintain. that image, for you and your family, was for him to be a devoted, loving husband to his equally loving and devoted wife.Â
his image is his reputation, and no money in the world could buy the reputation he has.Â
he let go of your chin, cupping the sides of your face before he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, âi brought your favorite with me. steveâs warmed it up in the microwave for when youâre ready for it. just⊠eat whatever you can. if youâre still hungry iâd gladly go and grab some more for you.â
âarenât you going back to the office?â you, voluntarily this time, looked into his eyes with furrowed brows.Â
âno, my love,â he shook his head before dropping his hands from your face. âi told them i needed to spend the rest of the day with my wife.â
of course. if steve knew about last night, people at the office probably did too. it would look pretty lousy if he didnât look after his wife after an incident like that.Â
âoh,â you nodded as you broke eye contact once more. âthat sounds nice.â
you followed him downstairs, where steve had already set your food aside for you to start on. not eating for so long truly did affect you more than you thought. you didnât even realize how hungry you were, finishing the entire meal in less than 15 minutes.Â
bucky was sitting beside you, eating his own food as he made sure you ate and drank, and noticed when you made a happy plate, and cup, might he happily add.Â
âwanna go get some more now?â he let his hand float to your hair, raking through your messy locks with a smile growing at the corner of his lips.Â
âno, thatâs okay,â you shook your head, not wawnting to bother him more than necessary.Â
âif youâre still hungry, then thatâs not okay,â you looked to see him shaking his head, his eyes fixed on the dining room table. âcâmon,â he stood from the table, holding his hand out for you to take. âweâre going to get sâmore food.â
âwill we be going alone?â you let your eyes gravitate to where steve stood in the corner of the room, having not been dismissed by bucky yet.Â
âsteve,â bucky called him over. âyou can go home now. iâve got her. thank you.â he released him from his duties. ânow will you come with me?â
you took a second to think. maybe he was a controlling asshole, but what he was doing was for your safety, whether you agreed with it or not. âokay,â you nodded, figuring it was also best you went along with whatever he said. he seemed to get whatever he wanted anyways. âcan we just go through a drive through somewhere?â
âif thatâs what you wantâŠâ he nodded, surprisingly agreeing to your proposal. âwhere to?â
â... mcdonalds?â you suggested once more.
âof course, my love,â he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, oddly affectionate since nobody was around. âwhen we get back iâll arrange hiring a chef for you, as well. i wonât have you going hungry if i can help it.â
âyou donât have to-â
âi will.âÂ
you knew better than to argue. you wouldnât poke the bear if you could help it. sure, heâs told you he wouldnât hurt you. you were his wife and if news came out that he had hurt his wife in any way, his reputation would be threatened.Â
you couldnât help but remember every warning your friends told you about going into a relationship with this man. warnings about being on your toes, watching your back, never letting your guard down.Â
in your mind, this was just one more reason you wouldnât have to leave the house. another little piece of freedom taken from you in a roundabout sense.Â
âokay,â you nodded, accepting your fate as someone who would eventually be trapped in their house forever.
he took you through the drive through at mcdonaldâs, getting you whatever you wanted and an oreo mcflurry. on the way home, eating the mcflurry before it melted, it was a silent ride. and not a very comfortable one, probably due to your suspicions about him wanting to control you.Â
maybe him controlling you wouldnât be so bad⊠he was kind to you, provided for you, made sure you didnât want for anything. but with that, went a lot of your heart, freedom, and control. Â
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not to get woo woo on you because I mean this only in the most scientific way possible, but the female body is a sexual pleasure powerhouse and that has historically been a threat to men's power. everything that keeps women from experiencing pleasure, knowing pleasure, understanding pleasure, seeking pleasure, taking ownership of pleasure is quite literally socially constructed and enforced, and is not some sort of objective biological reality of the female body. of course, what an individual woman experiences and the social constraints on her are not up for debate if that woman is not interested in the debate. if a woman is uninterested in exploring her sexuality and is unable to orgasm due to trauma or mental anguish or whatever it is, there's really no need to pressure her into "just getting out there" to prove some point. Every woman has the right to say no, in totality, forever, for any reason.
But I do want to put it out there that the binds on the female mind wrt sex and pleasure are so strong that you might not realize the ways you act as your own sexuality police even if you feel the most enlightened as you ever have about sex, and you can keep yourself from really getting to the truth of the matter: there is NO secret knowledge men have over women when it comes to sex, not in the sense of what is innately sexual about our bodies and our animalistic desires. Your body is capable, and its natural reactions do not need external validation. If you feel horny, that's because you're a mammal. If you feel aroused, that's because you're a mammal. If you feel enticed, that's because you're a mammal. It needs no explanation. Of course you crave sex, of course it feels good. Of course it does not need porn, or fetish, or religion, or taboo.
Stop asking yourself if it's weird or normal or if you're allowed to feel pleasure when your body is stimulated in a way you enjoy. You don't need permission. And stop trying to justify why it's worth tolerating things you don't enjoy. You get to say: "No, only pleasure and nothing else." You get to say: "It's not worth it if I don't orgasm." You get to say: "Stop, I don't like that." You get to say: "I don't care if you like it, I don't." You're not weird for saying touch my neck, touch my breasts, touch my thighs, touch my back, touch my feet, touch my face, touch my hands, touch my hair, touch my ears, touch my stomach, touch my knees, touch my lips, touch my hips, touch me here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here
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you: an absolute teeth-aching bone deep want to be loved and to give love. that hollow feeling behind your chest is too familiar and you want it gone. you just want to be in love, to treat someone with gentleness and to be wanted.
your 141 bae who has been in love with you since the moment he met you: ...i'm right here
gn!reader headcanons below the cut:
childhood best friend simon: let's say you knew him before he lost his family. a scrawny-limbed blond, always willing to extend a trip to the park or a cigarette behind school - anything to not go home. you'd visit him when he started part-time as a butcher in high school, wrinkling your nose at the smell of bloody meat but staying anyways, doing your homework at the singular table in the shop. he was there when you moved away from town, for college or a new job or any life-altering decision that he was secondary to, something simon could only hope to grasp. once he leaves for the military, you mourn your relationship and move on. simon is a blur in your mind, a reminder of snow days and sweet tea summers and leaf piles and dandelion picking, on a nostalgic shelf in the untouched corners of your brain. ten years later, you've finally made a name for yourself and truly gotten out; grown roots. but you still have this soul-deep yearning, some unfamiliar-shaped hole in your chest that miraculously fills when you open your door to simon, a grown man who's tired of wanting you from afar. tired of stalking your social media and writing fantasies in his head. tired of picking people to fuck just because they look like you, then going soft halfway through because their voice isn't the right pitch. he's here, and he's ready to do whatever it takes.
best friend gaz: now this is different from a childhood best friend, so keep that in mind. gaz is always this guy-next-door type with a panty-dropping smile and impeccable manners. this notion does him some good, helps him avoid some deep-rooted british military prejudices, but it also turns you away. you check him off as nice and place him in the best friend box. you don't understand how he tracks your every move on a mission, almost always getting caught by johnny or price. you miss how he grips his pint ten times harder when he sees you on the pub floor, dancing with some stranger whose hands are a bit too low. he tells you he gets rejected for being "too nice", but really, he ignores his 27 unread DMs and flirty cafe eye contact in favor of movie nights, prank wars, your shitty reality shows. he's grasping onto straws, can't you see sweetheart? when you're drunk and turn into a cuddler, he can pretend just for a second that you truly mean it. gaz lets your hands wander under his shirt, lets you murmur your darkest fear of never being loved into the quietness of your room, leaving you to sleep on top of your covers with a kiss to the forehead. he doesn't know what's pushed him over: you almost dying on that last mission, you making out with a stranger in a bar, you you you in those pants and that shirt and that's it. he has to say something. has to put it all on the line because gaz can't live like this anymore.
best friend's brother price: it was some one-sided crush, your best friend's brother with his suave teenage ways as compared to your brutal tween phase, acne and braces on the way. it had dissipated quickly, john never the wiser, his presence substituted with trendy band obsessions and first kisses. instead, it happened at your best friend's wedding. you were both in the wedding party, some object of fate throwing you together as your best friend forced you two to dance. you were tipsy on champagne, on the happiness of marriage, that you giddily admitted your fleeting childhood crush and how much john had grown since then. and that was it. john was always going to settle down, always going to have a pretty thing waiting for him back home, he just didn't figure out until right now that it would be you. he tries to hide his affections under friendliness, not wanting to ruin your friendship with his sibling, but john has never been discrete. he's suddenly invading your life with offers of fixing your kitchen sink, painting that one spot you can't reach, moving your couch to fit your latest pinterest board. you're practically family, love - which kills all your hopes for something more, feeling like a familyzone. but john means it differently, means you're predestined to be his, already accepted and loved by his loved ones and how could he not see it before? you refuse to accept his kindness and it absolutely kills him, so he scares off potential dates and any chance of meet-cutes with an arm around your waist and why can't you see him the way he sees you?
friends with benefits johnny: it was just sex, right? you'd been the one to say it, the one to set that boundary with your fellow sergeant. you didn't think johnny was capable of more, mistaking his cheeky smirks and booming laugh for being unserious, when in reality, johnny is as serious as it gets. he tells himself he can fuck you because he'll marry you one day, that cross sitting heavy under his shirts. he doesn't wash his sheets for weeks after that first fuck, too busy inhaling the scent of you cumming around his mouth, his cock. that is, until, you tell him his sheets stink and refuse to fuck him and he pretends you're having an argument as a married couple, all intimate and bored. johnny sees a recruit getting too flirty and pulls you into a supply closet using his best distraction methods. he sways you from joining a month's long solo mission, some stupid excuse about missing your lips too much when really he knows it's a suicide mission. johnny forces you to stay over after a midnight fuck, some bullshit about simon being up at that time and seeing you in the hallway on base. in reality, he treasures cuddling you with his brawny arms, pretending you're his willingly. pretending he's made peace with you, this wild creature, never tamed but understood. he can't force himself to ask for more, too scared to lose the crumbs he's holding onto. johnny tries to hide it with a fiery personality and a thick accent, but inside? he's a complete goner.
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